He was silent for a long time and I started to grow uncomfortable.

“Look at you all spread out on the bed. When I saw you earlier, I imagined you like this. Naked and aching. Watching you made me so damn hard. So now you’re going to open those legs for me.” He slapped my upper thigh. “Now.”

I grew more and more aroused the longer he talked and when I spread my legs, I knew he could see exactly how much. I thought he’d slip a finger into me, but he pinched a nipple instead, causing me to moan.

“So wet for me,” he said. “Good thing, because I’m seconds away from pounding into you as hard as humanly possible.”

I felt him move on the bed again. This time settling between my legs. He pressed his cock right against my slit.

“Feel that? Feel how hard and thick I am?”

“Yes, Sir.” I shifted my hips, needing him to move.

“Good.” He pushed the head inside me. “Fucking hell, the sight of you taking me.”

I wished I could see. Could watch as he claimed me. I groaned as he moved the slightest bit.

His hand covered my mouth. “You’re not to move or make a sound and you certainly aren’t allowed to come.” He pushed deeper. “Your only purpose right now is for my use and my pleasure.”

As if proving his point, he thrust all the way inside me and, holy shit, it felt so good I had to bite the inside of my cheek. He withdrew and drove back in with a grunt. He muttered something under his breath and then took my right leg and pushed it up so it touched my chest. He slid even deeper on his next thrust.

“That’s it. Take that cock.” His hips picked up the pace and slammed me into the mattress with every forward push. With his punishing rhythm, I knew I couldn’t hold out for very long.

Under the blindfold, I squeezed my eyes tightly, but that didn’t help very much. He shifted his hips and hit new spots. Desperate not to come, I inhaled deeply and held it.

“Breathe,” he growled in my ear, his hips never stopping.

The air left my body with one loud whoosh. “Yellow,” I panted. “I can’t. I can’t stop it.”

Almost immediately the blindfold was taken from my face. His dark, need-filled eyes stared into mine. The intensity of his expression almost took my breath away again, but then he gently whispered, “Come, Abigail.”

With those two softly spoken words, I freed my body and my orgasm engulfed me immediately. He held still while I constricted around him and then he pushed into me again and again, not stopping until, with a final grunt, he thrust deeply, allowing his own release.

He rested for only seconds before reaching up and untying my hands. One at a time, he kissed both my wrists and placed my arms at my sides. His familiar hands ran over my body and I sighed as he reclined on the bed and pulled me to him.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes, Master, I always enjoy role-play.” I turned my head and kissed his chest.

“I know, but I need to be certain. We’ve never done anything resembling consensual non-consent.”

“We’ve talked about it before and I said I was interested. Now that we’ve touched on it, I’d like to do more.” I shivered again just thinking about the way he talked, his rough and demanding hands, and most of all, his mastery over me. “It’s thrilling and exciting, but I know I’m completely safe with you.”

“Look at me.” He pulled me closer. “I want to fulfill all your fantasies and desires.”

“And I want to fulfill yours.”

“Oh, my lovely.” He lifted my chin, gave me a soft kiss, and whispered against my lips, “You already have.”

***

The Thursday before we left, he found me reading in the living room. We’d spent the day skiing and exploring the village a bit more. He’d disappeared shortly after we returned. I’d assumed he’d called to check on Apollo. Our honeymoon was the longest Apollo had been away from him and Nathaniel checked on him frequently.

When he returned, he strolled into the living room and took a seat beside me. “Reading anything good?”

I closed my book. While he had switched to e-books years ago, I still preferred actual books. To me there was just something about turning pages and—call me crazy—the smell of a book. Technology couldn’t replace that.

“Pride and Prejudice,” I said.

“Again? Haven’t you memorized it yet?” He was smiling and his voice was playful, so I knew Apollo must be doing well.

“Haven’t memorized the entire thing just yet. Maybe by the end of the weekend. It is a long flight home.”