Emma Lia is looking at me, and her expression is a combination of lust and hesitancy and uncertainty. The vein in the side of her neck is pulsating more forcefully than it was even a moment ago. I’m terrified that she is going to change her mind and back out. But I won’t let her. I’ve wanted to be inside this woman since the moment I saw her in my casino, and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her here and make that happen.

I grip her wrists tighter when the Dom inside me fights for control. The bastard wants to tie her to the bed and fuck her senseless. Stretch her pussy and asshole until she cries. Wreck her beyond repair. Torture her without mercy. Take joy in her tears.

I reel the monster back when I feel myself becoming unhinged. I can’t let the Dom out to play, or she’ll never agree to stay and be my sub.

I release her wrists, but her arms stay in place over her head, making her tits thrust outward. Inviting me to toy with them. She inhales deeply when I squeeze her right tit and suck the nipple into my mouth. So soft and springy. I’ve almost forgotten what a real breast feels like.

I push up on it from the bottom and open wider, taking more of it into my mouth. They aren’t huge breasts but they’re full and perky. Big enough to be tittyfucked, which I plan to do sometime very soon.

Her nipple grows taut against my tongue when I suck harder. She arches her back and laces her fingers through the back of my hair, pulling me closer.

Kissing. Making out. This isn’t the way I do things, but Emma Lia needs this to transition into her new role. And for some reason, I don’t mind being this way with her.

Releasing the suction on her nipple, I kiss her neck and collarbone. Probably a little bit too aggressively in my need to devour her.

Missionary. Another thing that I don’t do; I don’t like to look at the face of my submissive while I’m fucking her. That shit’s for people in love. But something about being face-to-face with Emma Lia, the front of my body pressed against hers while our bodies join as one, is oddly erotic. And my dick must think so too. I can’t remember it ever being bigger or harder.

I’ve spent months fantasizing about the first time I would fuck Emma Lia, but this isn’t the way I pictured it. She was going to be on her hands and knees moaning while she took my cock from behind. Maybe even with a spreader bar between her legs.

I inhale deeply and release my breath slowly, getting myself in check so that I do this the way that I think she’ll want it. The way that’ll make her want to stay and become mine.

I softly brush my lips against hers before giving her another slow kiss. I make it sweet and tender, the way that I believe a man in love would kiss his beloved. I know that she’ll like that.

Her hands move to my upper arms, where my biceps are curled and flexed from holding the brunt of my weight. Her fingertips brush over the taut muscles and I’m surprised by the way her soft, simple, feminine touch makes me feel. Her body is so small beneath mine. I’m stunned by the incredible dominance I feel over her without exerting a bit of control or pain.

Her hand laces through the back of my hair and she strains upward, moving her mouth toward my ear. She nibbles my lobe and breathes hard into my ear canal, sending chills down one side of my body. It has been a very long time since anyone dared to make my skin prickle, but it’s not an unwelcome sensation.

I push her legs apart and settle my body between them. She grips my biceps when I position my impatient, throbbing cock at her entrance, and I become concerned. Maybe she’s scared. Maybe she isn’t ready. Maybe she needs a little more… foreplay.

I shift my weight to one arm and glide my hand down between our bodies to make sure she’s ready. I can’t contain the moan in my throat when my fingers meet the wettest pussy they’ve ever encountered. She’s so fucking ready.

Her eyes are on mine, and I don’t mistake the passion that I see there. Emma Lia wants me as much as I want her.

I grasp the base of my cock, rubbing it up and down her slick slit and over her clit. Her immediate response is to rock her hips and dig her fingertips into my flesh. “Ohhh.”

“You like that, don’t you?”

“Mmm.” I take that as a yes.

I push the head of my cock into her narrow slit and… holy shit. Shivers run down my spine when I process just how small her pussy is and how tightly it’s going to squeeze my length when I get it fully inside her.

I advance an inch at a time, her warm and wet vagina welcoming my cock inside, until I’m buried balls deep inside her. Fuck. It’s a tight fit.

Her hair tousled on the bed. Her hands gripping my biceps. Her legs spread wide for me. Her pussy is heaven. Better than I dared to hope for or dream about. I never want to pull out of it.

I rock into her slowly, my cock moving out until only the head remains inside. And then I push it back in, moving through her slickness, until I’m balls deep again. I do it over and over.

Her moans. My groans. The wet sounds of friction that our bodies make together. It makes me want to move faster, fuck her until she can’t remember her own name, but I remain steady. I want this to go on for as long as possible.

She reaches up and touches the scratch on my face. The wound her nails made when she fought me like a fucking tigress. “I’m sorry I did that to you.”

The sweetest, sexiest, most desirable woman is lying beneath me. And when I look at her eyes, it all makes sense. The pull I felt when I saw her for the first time. The need to claim her. My willingness to do whatever it takes to have her.

She is mine. She just doesn’t know it yet.

I push her legs farther apart because I want to be as deep as possible. I want every inch of my cock inside her. “Fuck, your pussy is amazing. You’re so damn tight.”

“It’s been a long time.”

Her confession is the fucking cherry on top of my pussy sundae.

I move in and out of her, my girth stretching her narrow channel. Just when I think that my cock has never experienced so much pressure, she tilts her hips upward, angling her channel just right to increase the depth of penetration. I swear that I’ve never fucked a pussy that felt this good.

“I’m going to fill your pussy with my cum. So much that it can’t hold all of it.”

“I want it all,” she whispers.

Fuck. Her words shouldn’t touch the core of my being. But they do.

My forearms are pressing into the mattress on each side of her head holding my weight while I hover over her. I press my forehead to hers and we breathe together, both of us grunting every time I thrust hard inside her. I try to ignore the erotic sound because it only manages to encourage my orgasm.

I fist the top of her hair and pull so that her head tilts to the side, exposing her neck to me. I kiss that place beneath her ear and move down until my mouth is able to nip the fleshy part where her neck and shoulder meets. I make certain that she’ll wear a love bite tomorrow. My mark. I want her to look in the mirror and be reminded of what we did when she sees my mark.

I want this first time to be incredible for Emma Lia. I want her to have a mind-blowing orgasm that will show her why this shouldn’t be a one-time thing.

“I’m going to make you come again. Even harder this time.”

I push my hand between our bodies and find her clit, my fingertips moving in a circular motion over the taut nub. Her eyes close and her mouth opens, quick breaths moving in and out of her lungs. And I nearly lose my mind when it feels like she grows wetter.

“Feel good?”

“God yes.”

One of her hands grips my bicep, the one holding all of my weight off of her, and the other cups the back of my neck.

This is the point where I usually pound my cock into a pussy so I can come hard, but that’s not what I do. My pleasure can come later. This time is about Emma Lia’s pleasure.

Her eyes open, and they stare at mine when her pussy begins to tighten around my cock.

“I’m coming.”

Wide eyes. Dilated pupils. A partly opened mouth. Fuck, she’s gorgeous when she’s getting off.

“I know, baby. I feel it.”

“Oh God.”

The Dominant inside me wants to demand that she call me Master so badly. But I don’t. That will come later after she accepts her place in my life.

I thought slowing my thrust would help to postpone my orgasm, but her pussy clenching my dick is my undoing. I can’t fight any longer.

“I’m gonna come inside you.”

I’m not asking for her permission. I don’t have to; she is mine. Has been since that first day that I saw her in my casino. That’s the day that I surpassed anything reasonable where she’s concerned. I fell down the rabbit hole. And its name is Emma Lia Grant.

I’m there. Knocking on ecstasy’s door. And she answers.

I push Emma Lia’s legs back and apart, using my body weight to thrust my cock inside her as deeply as her body will allow. That hot, wet goodness shoots down my shaft and deposits inside her at the entrance to her womb.

My balls tighten and coil as the euphoria rushes through my body. The pleasure is overwhelming and blinding. I can’t do anything but feel the powerful sensation washing through me.

“Fuck… fuck… fuuuck,” I groan as I fill her with the final drops of my cum.

I stay inside her like I plan to never leave, but my cock gradually softens and I have no choice. I pull out and kneel between her legs to watch my cum drip out of her pussy, down her crack and onto the bed. There’s nothing in the world like watching my cream pie leak out of Emma Lia.

So. Fucking. Hot.

I lower myself on top of her and place a kiss to her mouth. “I want you to stay.”

“You want a lot of things.”

“I want a lot of things that include you.”

She strains to look at the clock next to the bed. “It’s late. I’ll stay until morning.”

Not good enough, but I’ll take it for now. And I’ll spend the rest of the night coming up with a way to make her stay for good.

I don’t want any other woman. And I don’t want her to be with any other man.

Now to figure out how to make her see that she belongs here with me.

* * *

Emma Lia let me fuck her three more times before she fell asleep.

Well, fucked is the wrong term for what we did. I’m pretty sure that it was too sugary sweet to be considered fucking. At least by my standards. She may have a differing opinion.

I came inside her every time. And she let me without hesitation. She gripped me tightly and widened her legs, grinding her hips against mine when I got off. Taking my dick in as deep as it’d go.

She wanted all of my cum inside her. And I was happy to give it to her.

I don’t even know how many times I ate her pussy. But it was a lot. And she came every time that I did. It’s like I was in tune with her body and knew exactly what it needed.

Pussy eating. Another thing that I don’t do. Not that I don’t know how or that I’m not good at it. My mouth and tongue are fucking awesome when they go to work on a pussy. I’ve just never been inclined to do that with other women; I didn’t care if they were satisfied. But Emma Lia… I want her to be filled with pleasure.

I look at her sleeping figure by my side. Something else that I don’t do: sleep in the same bed with a submissive. But technically, I haven’t slept. I’ve spent the last few hours looking at her.

What the fuck is this woman doing to me?

I’m so tempted to go down on her again so that she’ll wake with my face buried between her legs. Give her another reminder of how good I can make her feel and why she shouldn’t leave. But I don’t because I have something to tend to. Something to ensure that she will make the decision to stay.

The idea came to me after the last time that we fucked. I almost got out of bed that very minute to go in search of the box in the attic. But I didn’t. I couldn’t leave her side just yet.

But now morning is approaching. If she leaves, it’ll be soon. I can’t wait any longer.

I ascend the stairs and stop when Claudia opens the door of the bedroom that she’s temporarily occupying.

“You’re up earlier than usual.” She’s not a morning person, so it’s strange to see her awake before the sun is up.

“Couldn’t sleep.”

She smiles, and I can’t help but think about how she must be so fucking pleased with herself for scheming against Emma Lia and me. She probably believes that she ruined everything.

“Things must not have gone well with Miss Mundane if you’ve left her to come to my room.”

I could confront Claudia about her scheme to ruin my new relationship, but she’d only admit to it and submit for punishment. Which she’d enjoy. Neither of those things will teach her to not fuck with my new submissive or my budding relationship with her.

“Things with Emma Lia did not go the way that I had planned.”

Her face instantly alights. “Oh? What happened?”

“She wanted to kiss. Make love. Be romantic.”

“Which you hate and would never allow from a submissive.”

“We had a huge argument. She was angry about the IUD that I had Cat place.”

“Why would she be angry about an IUD?”

“Because it wasn’t her decision. And it was done without her permission while she was unconscious.” And if I’m honest with myself, I’d have to admit that I understand her anger.

“She’s going to be one of those girls. The kind that wants to make her own decisions about everything. I’m sorry, Tristan. I know that you want her, but she isn’t a submissive. She doesn’t understand your needs and even if she did, she’d never put your needs before her own. Only a dedicated sub would do that.”

I can’t argue with Claudia. Emma Lia is not going to put my needs ahead of her own. Right now. But I believe that she will with the right training. She can be everything that I need her to be.

“She wants to leave.”

“You should let her go.” I’m certain that Claudia would like nothing more. “She’s never going to make you happy.”

I’m going to enjoy bursting her bubble. “But she did make me happy. Very happy. The happiest that I’ve been in a long time.”

I’ve never seen color fade from someone’s face so quickly. “How?”

“I bent.”

Claudia crosses her arms. “What do you mean that you bent?”

“Ah, you don’t want to hear about it.”

“I do want to hear.”

“She kissed me… and I kissed her back.” I can’t stop my smile as I recall my night with Emma Lia. “She wanted the sex to be slow and soft and sweet. So that’s what I gave her. We made love. And…”

I purposely pause, forcing Claudia to ask. “And what?”

“I enjoyed it so much that we did it three more times. Maybe four. I lost count.”

Claudia’s mouth opens, but nothing comes out.

“And the best part is that I think our romantic night together may have convinced her to stay.”

Claudia’s mouth is a hard line, and her eyes are narrowed slits. “So happy that worked out for you. And I’m glad that you came all the way up here to tell me.”

I point upward. “Actually, I was just on my way up to the attic to get something for Emma Lia. I should probably hurry. I want it to be a surprise when she wakes.”

I say nothing else and leave Claudia standing in the doorway. Yes. I was a cruel bastard to her but any pain that she feels right now was brought upon her by herself.

She knows better than to fuck with me or try to stand between me and what I want.

Maybe she has learned her lesson.