Seeing Sophie, with her arms tied above her head, her stunning body arching toward me, her beautiful face emanating with need… makes me feel like a powerful god.
I reign over her just as much as she reigns over me. But in this life, more importantly, I reign with her.
As much as this is to punish her—in the best way possible—for denying us, I have another important purpose.
I’m breaking down the last of her resistance. Stripping her bare, metaphorically speaking, to remind her that she needs me. That her body, heart, mind… her soul needs mine as much as mine needs hers. And even though she has been mine before—and her body is remembering that it belongs with mine—I also need this reminder stamped on her mind, heart, and soul, just like the angel wings with her name curled amongst the feathers is stamped on my skin.
Together, we can conquer and defeat any adversary or barrier that tries to come between us.
I told her previously that there’s no turning back. I meant it then, even after she created the distance between us; there is no other for me. Even if she had resisted us forever, there would never be another. Sophie is it for me.
And here, right now, is more meaningful than our future marriage ceremony, which will bind our love in the legal and societally accepted ways. Because this is the primal and raw binding of the two of us.
“Since you laid eyes on me for the first time, have you been with another?”
Her eyes fly to mine, filled with emotion—most of which is so much love. “No.”
I take a step closer.
“Have you wanted another?”
She shakes her head. “No.”
I take another step closer.
“Have you touched yourself, angel?” I switch tactics to keep her on her toes.
Her cheeks pinken. She’s tied to my bedpost, panting in need, yet her innocence still pokes through. “Yes. With thoughts of you.”
“You touched what is mine?” I rumble.
“It’s mine, first and foremost.” Her chin rises in defiance, then her eyes drop. “Even though I denied us, I still wanted and needed you.”
I approach her, tilting her chin so she looks up at me. “You’re right; your body is yours first and foremost, and I would never take that choice from you.”
Her trust and belief are all that meet my words.
“I need you to say the words, though, angel. Why you denied us.”
“My family…” She squeezes her eyes shut, and a tear slips onto her skin. “They wouldn’t understand my choice.”
“And now? What has changed?” My lips are a feather touch on hers as I brush them back and forth.
“I’m putting my needs first,” she whispers. I pull back slightly, and where I thought she’d look destroyed by that admission, she looks determined. “Choosing a future with the man I love. Trusting him to stand by my side to help me make my family understand and accept my choice.”
“The man you love?”
Her eyes, like molten dark gold, lock on me. “Yes. The man I love.”
My hands cup her face, and my thumbs rub over the smooth line of her cheekbones, nose, and lips. “You denied us, made yourself feel pain. That is never to happen again. Together, we’ll figure this out. Together, we’ll go forth each day to face the world. Together, we’ll end the day and rise stronger the next. But together, always together. Do you promise?”
“I promise.”
“Good.” I brush my lips over hers again. “How did you feel those first two months?”
I know how I had felt, texting or calling her daily, needing that, even if she didn’t respond—those fifty-nine days had been hell on earth. I need her to say the words, though, and to remind her.
“Hell.” Her voice cracks. “I felt… empty, broken.”
I tilt her chin with my thumb so her eyes are on mine. “And these last two months?”
“Less so. Without the physical… the romance parts… I got to know you better. You got to know me better.”
“So it wasn’t all for naught?” I murmur.
She shakes her head, her dark tresses like silk as they brush my skin. There’s no resistance left in her eyes, the window wide open to her soul.
“I wouldn’t do it again or recommend that path to anyone, but it was our path. The path that’s now merged us back together, Creed. One that feels more solid than before. You’re intertwined with every part of me now. I could never let you go. I’m your angel. Your good girl. Yours.”
These words are more powerful than the vows we’ll say in the church in front of our families when we marry. Because these words are solely for our ears, and are the words that are binding our souls.
“I love you, Sophie,” I say, deep and low, my heart in those words. “My heart, body, and soul are yours. I vow to do everything in my power to protect you and the children we’ll have. I may not always be able to keep you safe…” There’s no guarantee in life that I can protect her from everything, especially since our life butts parallel with ‘the life.’ “But I will do everything I can to keep you as safe as possible. I will always come for you, and I will do anything and everything to keep my vow.”
Tears shimmer in her eyes. “Claim me again, Creed. Remind my heart, mind, and soul of what my body already knows.”
Christ, this woman. She’s so stunningly perfect in every way.
“Mine,” I growl, the dominant, the animal, the predator clamoring to burst out to take possession of her for eternity.
“Yours.”
The battle between ravaging her and worshiping her wages inside me.
But the beast rattles its cage, wanting to be free and to remind her exactly who she truly is and belongs to.
My hunger to make her scream and writhe overcomes my desire to lick and worship her. I want the angel because she’s my heart. But first, I want my angel to fall, darken her halo, and bring out the siren with her dirty desires to play with mine.
Her nipples through her lace bra and shirt press into my naked chest, and I resist the urge to grind my cock into her jean-covered pussy.
The image of stripping her pants off, her still being tied to the bedpost, and jacking off to drench her with my cum tempts me. This is a recurring fantasy, and one I most certainly am going to act on soon, but if she plays her cards right, she’ll get my cum buried deep inside her for this round.
My tongue darts out and dips into the hollow at the base of her neck, then I nip and suck, marking her flesh. She strains toward me, her arms trying to pull down to touch me. “Turn around for your punishment, angel.”
I lick up the side of her neck, loving her shiver of anticipation and hitched breath. But I want her screaming and writhing. Panting and begging. Whimpering for orgasms, my cock, and for me to fuck her. The soft, sweet lovemaking will come after this.
She swivels so her front is to the bedpost, her arms criss-crossing.
“Take off your shoes.”
She toes off her canvas running shoes.
Reaching around to her front, I undo her jeans, then slide them down her legs, but leave her panties in place. She steps out of her jeans, and I kick them away. Taking the lace panties that cover her ass cheeks, I gather the material to the middle. “Bend over.”
She steps back from the bedpost, spreads her legs, lets her torso drop between her arms, and bends over as much as possible. She presents a glorious picture. Still clothed on top and her ass cheeks bare, with her pussy hidden.
“If you come, I’ll reward you with my cock deep inside you. If you don’t come, you’ll sleep tonight aching for me.”
“What?” she gasps in horror and turns to look at me.
Instead of explaining, my hand comes down hard on her bare ass cheek. She yelps, then groans, low and deep.
My dick jerks at the guttural sound, demanding that I cease this torture and burrow into its favorite place in the fucking world.
“Oh my god, can I come just from you spanking me?”
“We’re going to find out, angel.” My hand lands again, and she arches her back, her head falling back as she cries out. I land another one on the same cheek in close succession, and her cry is higher and needier.
I’m thankful we’re in a secluded wing of the house because there’s no doubt that my angel is going to scream to high fucking heaven when she explodes.
Landing spank after spank on the perfect, plump curves of her ass cheeks, each strike rips a more desperate sound from her.
Her ass is bright red, and I pull on her lace panties gathered in my fist so they’re taut over her pussy lips, and the rough texture of the lace rubs against her clit.
I land one more spank on her reddened right cheek and jerk on her panties to spark her clit. She screams as she climaxes, the sound is hoarse and savage. She sobs out her ecstasy as her knees buckle.
I catch her, wrapping my arm around her waist, so she doesn’t stress her shoulders. Her torso sags between her restrained arms, and the convulsions of her orgasm cause waves of contractions in her ass pressed tight against my groin. Cum leaks from my dick, everything inside me screaming to bury myself deep inside her, but I resist.
Her body shakes as I lift her upper body and unhook the belt from the bedpost. She shifts and kneels on the bed.
“Keep my hands bound,” she orders. “Fuck me, baby. I want to feel the sting of my ass cheeks as you pummel me.” She braces on her elbows and buries her head in the bed, presenting her ass to me. It most definitely will be stinging, and I’ll lavish the aftercare soon. But right now, I have an order from my queen.
Fisting the waistband of her panties, I tear them in half. I leave them on, only pushing the fabric aside to line my tip up at the entrance of her pussy.
Panting, she presses back toward me. “Please, Creed. I need you to fill me. Stretch me. Pour your cum into me.”
Her needy words, ones so dirty coming from her angel lips, snap the last of my control of making us both wait.
I slam home in one vicious thrust, deep and fully inside her, her tight walls protesting and trying to accommodate my size and sudden presence. She instantly starts to flutter around my length as I roughly pound into her. She feels like heaven and home. Finally, two halves reunited as one.
“I’ll never leave you again,” she sobs, both from the emotion of us joining back together and as pleasure surges through her. She pushes back to meet my thrusts and makes our bodies slam together. “I’m yours. Only and always yours.”
Her breathing stutters with the force of our colliding hips, and each time, a noise of ecstasy tumbles out of her.
Reaching around to her front, I push a finger into her pussy, feeling my dick slick with her wetness move in and out. Adjusting the position of my hand, I press my thumb against her swollen clit. At that angle, I can’t do much except give her some pressure and friction on that nub of sensitive flesh, but I’ll give her more soon.
Biting her neck, I thrust into her as she pushes back to meet me, thrust for thrust, with just as much force. I lick up her neck, reaching her ear. “I’m going to fill you with my cum, Sophie.”
“Yes,” she moans.
“I want you pregnant. Soon. Fuck,” I groan as the thought of that—the thought of breeding her and her big with my child—almost has me immediately exploding.
“Oh god.” She drops her head, and her pussy clamps around me.
I shift my hand away from her pussy and splay my hand over her lower stomach, feeling the way I move inside her. “I want this belly big and round with my child. Our child. Do you want that?”
“Yes,” she cries into the mattress.
That admission alone slingshots me toward the finish line.
Keeping my hand on her belly, my other goes to her clit, massaging and rubbing until her breathing turns erratic and stilted. Raspy stuttered groans spill from her as she convulses around me, setting me off, and I burst inside her. Pleasure dances down my spine, and my balls try to seek refuge inside my body. They suck up so tight as her walls spasm around me, trying to drain them of every drop of cum.
She collapses on the bed, pulling me out of her. The loss of being buried in her is offset by seeing her red ass cheeks and my cum leaking out of her swollen pink pussy.
She’s splayed on the bed, and I smile at her limp, satiated body. I shift to get off the bed to get the aftercare items to soothe her reddened ass and to clean her up.
She rolls onto her side, gazing up at me with heavy-lidded, love-drunk eyes. “Stay with me.”
Deciding to wait to get the items I need, I kneel on the bed and undo her bound wrists.
She sits up and hisses at the sting of her ass cheeks “We can do the aftercare right away.” She takes her shirt off and undoes her bra. I remove the tattered remains of her panties, then lay us down, pulling her into my arms.
Flesh to flesh has never felt so good or right.
“How can I love you so much, Creed?” she whispers, pulling her head back to look at me.
“I was destined for you, and you were born for me.”
“Do you truly believe that?”
“I’ve never believed anything more. A decree from heaven… written in the stars… Whatever it is, it was meant to be.”
“We’ll figure this all out?” Her eyes dart between mine, and she catches her bottom lip between her teeth. “My family… Whatever this is with my father and Morales?”
“We’ll figure this all out.” I gather her closer to my chest again, splaying my hand on her back, the other cupping the back of her neck. “Together. Always together.”
Her soft breath tickles my neck as she sighs, snuggling closer, and says the words that make my soul find complete peace, “I’ll never let you go, Creed Santoro.”
