Page 85 of Compelled Obedience

Just like Drago had promised he’d do to me even after the cops had slapped cuffs on him.

“I will hunt you down, my beautiful daughter. When I do, you’ll pay for your sins.”

The threat had been real yet not nearly as horrific as the one he’d issued when I was eighteen.

I closed my eyes, hating myself for allowing tears to flow.

The sense of knowing that Grant was suddenly behind me brought a volley of emotions, the tears continuing to fall, but I felt stronger just by him being here. With me. In the same space.

He shifted behind me, taking several deep breaths. I sensed his anger and anxiety, feeling every emotion I did because he wanted to be my everything. My protector. My friend.

My lover.

My master.

And I wanted nothing more than to feel all the overwhelming and incredible sensations as if for the first time again. The silence we shared wasn’t about not being able to find the right words but about knowing we didn’t need them.

The moment was sensual. Special. There was no rush to join our heated bodies as we’d both experienced before. There was no need to worry that we’d be interrupted or that what we shared wouldn’t last. While our passion was overwhelming, even more electric than before, tonight wasn’t about sex but something else entirely.

The intimacy we would share was about the true beginning of something more poignant.

The future of us.

After what Drago had done to me the day after my eighteenth birthday, I’d fallen into a state of depression that hadn’t lifted for almost three years. However, even then I’d remained a walking shell, going through the motions of life, pretending I was happy, even satisfied with my life. Or so I’d thought.

The only two beautiful creatures who’d made a difference were under the same roof. And in truth, I loved them both, even if in entirely different ways.

But they both completed me. If that was truly possible.

As Grant’s heated breath cascaded across my shoulders, I arched my back, longing for the taste of his lips. He slowly placed one hand on mine then the other, intertwining our fingers together. Then he nuzzled into my neck, brushing his lips across the nape with such care and precision that there wasn’t an inch of skin not covered in goosebumps.

“You’re mine. No one will ever hurt you.” His words were cathartic, a precious reminder that I belonged in his arms. There was no pressure, just the sweet moment.

But I craved more.

No, I needed more. I wanted him to thrust inside of me, allowing my core to erupt with desire only to have him satisfy my needs as he sated his own. Then I longed for him to start over. I wanted my skin painted with his scent, covered in his cum. I craved the ache in my pussy after he thrust his cock hard and deep. And I longed to taste his lips for hours on end. This was our time, a moment to shut out the world.

“Except for you. I want to feel the pain you give me, which is exactly what I need.”

I sensed he knew exactly what I meant. As he ground his hips back and forth, the feel of his throbbing cock pressed against my bottom was terribly exhilarating, pushing me to a point of no return. This was my surrender to him, to the crazy, powerful man who’d allowed me to reach new heights of pleasure.

He reared back, cracking his hand against my bottom several times, the sound echoing in the dense space. Growling, he nibbed my earlobe, tugging it as he continued to make guttural sounds. I arched my back, leaning my head against his chest and throwing my arm over his shoulder, tangling my fingers in his hair.

“Please. Fuck me,” I whispered.

“Oh, I will, baby. Over and over again night after night. But right now, I’m going to make love to you.”

He pressed the full weight of his body against mine, using the same hand he’d disciplined me with to brush gently up my arm. His touch was different, a tender exploration that he hadn’t allowed himself to experience until now. I could feel the pounding of his heartbeat against my back, matching the heady beat of my own. The sweltering heat and steam tingled every muscle, my mind drifting away from every fear and worry just like I knew he wanted.

As the electricity soared, he pressed kisses across the back of my neck, drifting ever so slowly down to my shoulder. When he bit down, I yelped then laughed nervously. He was in absolute control, taking his time to enjoy the moment that had been frenzied with need up until now.

When he pulled away, the airflow resuming, I glanced over my shoulder to try to catch what he was doing but my vision remained foggy from need. He raked a single finger down my spine beseechingly slowly until he got to the crack of my ass. Then he hesitated, issuing another series of low, husky growls. I could tell exactly what he wanted and what he would claim.

Every single hole.

I’d never wanted to let go with a man the way I did with him. It was natural, so easy that it was as if we’d known each other for years instead of days. Maybe I was crazy for letting go so readily, but there was no doubt he had my best interest at heart. It was the most freeing feeling I’d had in a long time.

If not forever.

---