Darkest (7 page)

With a last, thorough lick across my still sensitive pussy he looks up at me, and his smile is dazzling. I reach down, stroke his cheek. I smile back at him. “Welcome back. Sir.”

With a satisfied smirk he slides back up alongside me, pulling me into his arms. “Very respectful. I’ve missed you, gorgeous.” He drops a kiss on the top of my head as I snuggle up against his hard chest, admiring the sculpted contours as I run my fingers over him. He’s here. He’s really here. At last.

I realise, belatedly, that he’s naked. He must have undressed before he woke me up. “When did you get back?” I ask, puzzled about how he’s managed to get here. But not complaining.

“I found a decent construction manager at last, a man I can trust. He wasn’t due to start till next week but the contract he was working on in Antalya completed early and he was available now. I had him bussed up to Ankara overnight and he arrived on site yesterday morning. I briefed him, handed over the site, and checked out flights to the UK. The first one I could get was just before ten o’clock yesterday evening, but it was into Newcastle. I took it anyway, and then got a taxi back to Manchester to pick up my car. And then I drove here.”

That’s why he didn’t answer his phone, it was in flight mode. I never, ever considered that possibility.

“I’ve missed you. So has Rosie.”

“I looked in on her before I came in here. She’s sound asleep. I so owe you for that. For looking after her for me.”

“My pleasure. Speaking of which…” I roll on top of him, kissing his mouth as I reach down to wrap my fingers around his shaft. It hardens under my hand and I smile to myself, pleased to be able to arouse him so easily. I must be doing something right. In seconds he’s hard and ready, and I straddle him. I guide his cock to my entrance and sink onto him with a sigh.

He lies back, his arms cradled behind his head, watching me. I decide to put on a bit of a show, just to make sure he knows there’s no place like home. I clench my pussy, deliberately squeezing him gently as I rotate my hips around his shaft. I cup my breasts with my hands, pinching my nipples to pebbly hardness. He obliges me by leaning up to take one in his mouth and sucks hard. I gasp, and he releases me, only to turn his head to seize the other tight, hard little bud. Leaning back I bring my legs forward so I am sitting rather than kneeling astride him, and I reach down to stroke my clitoris. He watches me, his lips curled into a soft smile as his eyes are fixed on my fingers, watching me work.

“God, you’re so damned beautiful, Eva.” His tone is raspy, tortured almost, and I revel in the power I have to excite him. I squeeze harder and rock against him to create the friction we both need. Suddenly the tables are turned. He grabs me by the waist, effortlessly lifting me off. He shifts to one side and places me beside him, then indicates with a quick flick of his finger that I should turn over to lie face down. With a quick, fluid movement he’s behind me, and pulling my hips up he plunges his huge cock into me, right to the hilt. His balls slap against me as I tense to provide the resistance we need. But he has me. He is holding me still and thrusting hard. I come, moaning into the pillow, the ripples of sensation rolling through me as he ramps up the action. Then, Nathan is gently opening my anus, the sensation familiar now as he penetrates me. First one finger, then two. With the slippery glide of well-lubricated fingers Nathan eases his way in. With his other hand, he reaches around me to keep up the pressure on my clitoris. The rush of sensation is overwhelming, everywhere, and I would just collapse onto the bed beneath me if his body weren’t holding me up, his intimate touch holding me in place.

I wait, expecting him to slip his cock out of my vagina and fuck my anus, but he doesn’t. Instead, I squeal, flinching at the stretch, the impossible fullness of feeling both his cock in my vagina and the vibrator inside my anus. Christ! I forgot I got it out and lubricated it, in anticipation earlier of another bout of superb phone sex. It was lying, discarded on the bed when he arrived and he obviously put it to one side for later use.

My arms splayed to either side, my bottom held helpless, high in the air for his use as he wants, I groan into the duvet. Nathan thrusts hard with his cock and at the same time twists the vibrator in my anus, swirling it around to create the friction I need. He flicks the switch to start the tremors that suddenly pulse through me. His hands holding my hips firmly in place he fucks me hard, merciless now as he thrusts deep into my pussy, the pressure all the more intense as the vibrator does its work.

The invasion, the possession, is total. I cry out, in shock rather than fear or pain. I have never, never imagined anything could feel this…intense. It’s too much, I can’t bear it. I need him to stop. To slow down.

“Yellow.”

I sob the one word into the duvet, and he hears me. He is suddenly motionless inside me, leaning forward to whisper in my ear, “You’re safe, baby. I’ve got you. How can I help? Do you want to stop?”

“I need… It’s too much. I need time to… Please…” I’m sobbing softly, and he wipes my tears with his thumb.

“Eva, listen to me. Breathe in slowly. Through your nose, and breathe out through your mouth.”

I gulp, but try to obey. Under his patient prompting I settle into a rhythm. After a few minutes I feel my heart rate steady. He’s moved his hand to place his fingers over my clit again and every time I breathe in and out the gentle motion causes a soft caress across my sensitive flesh. A sweet reminder of what we’re about. He’s still inside me, and he’s turned down the intensity of the vibrator but it’s still there, stretching my arse wide open. But it’s okay now. The vibrations continue to pulse through me and I feel full, almost impossibly stretched, but the panic has receded. I continue to breathe deeply for a few more minutes, until the sensations become pleasurable once more, sensual and fulfilling. Instinctively I squeeze around him to let him know I’m okay. He responds by softly kissing the back of my neck before starting to fuck me again, very gently, very, very slowly. He feels so good, I groan, my hands clenching into fists.

“Tell me how this feels, love. Is it good, for you? Not too hard, too fast?”

“It’s good, so good.” I sigh, my face still pressed into the duvet as I centre all my consciousness on the wonderful sensations building in my within me. The vibrator filling and stretching my anus is pulsing. It’s utterly delightful and I’m clenching around that shaft too, although I seem to have no conscious control over that. Nathan takes my clitoris firmly between his finger and thumb. He rolls it. And I come. Again and again and again, the orgasms crashing in waves, radiating out through my helpless, responsive body. I relinquish any lingering sense of control and surrender entirely, feeling my body go limp, boneless. Nathan feels it too and reaches under me to fully support my weight. He holds me still, gently stroking his cock in and out of me until the last tremors fade. Only then does he switch off the vibrator and slide it out, using his fingers to soothe my stretched anus. He dips his thumb into the empty space, turning it to massage the rim and instinctively I use it to squeeze around, closing up the sphincter again. Satisfied, he slides his thumb away, and pulls out of me completely. I fall to the bed, face down, exhausted.

A moment later he is beside me, pulling me into his arms, turning me to face him. He tips my chin up and kisses me, deeply, tenderly. My arms slide up to link around his neck, and I hang on for dear life.

Long minutes later my world is once more spinning safely on its axis and I reflect on what just happened. I think back over how something initially so terrifying, so overwhelming, became the most wonderfully erotic, intimate, sensual experience I could ever imagine. I cling onto my anchor, my face pressed into his strong chest.

“I’m sorry,” I start, but he places his finger over my mouth to silence me.

“Stop, sweetheart. You did well.”

“I used a safe word. I never thought I’d…”

“That’s what they’re for. To use when you need to, to keep yourself safe. And happy. You knew what you needed and you asked for it. And because you let me know how you were feeling I could help you. And it ended okay, yes?”

“Oh yes, definitely very okay.”

“And I’m glad you’ve got the idea about protecting yourself. At last. It’s something of a relief, to be honest. And like I said, we’ll make a decent sub out of you yet.” His playful pat on my bum is the only signal I need to know we’re okay.

“Tired?” His murmur is low, sweet against my ear. I nod.

“Me too, it’s been a hell of a long day.” He reaches down to pull the duvet around us.

* * * *

“Daddeee! Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.” I feel the thump of one small and another not so small body landing hard on the bed, bouncing up and down.

“What the—?” The low murmur of Nathan’s voice against my ear is all I need to tell me we’re well and truly rumbled. I roll over in his arms, to look up into Rosie’s delighted little face, and Barney’s more restrained one. Both pairs of eyes are looking down at us, their expressions a more or less even mix of surprise and confusion.

Nathan is the first to react. “What are you doing in Miss Byrne’s bedroom, young lady?” He’s got a cheek, I’ll grant him that. Nice try, though, Mr Darke.

“I’m getting her up. It’s time for our lesson. What are you doing in Miss Byrne’s bed, Daddy?”

“Er…”

All three of us wait, expectantly. This should be good.

“Er…”

“And why are your clothes thrown on the floor? You never let me do that. You’re supposed to fold them up.”

“Look, Rosie…”

“Is Miss Byrne your girlfriend now, Daddy? Megan’s mummy has a boyfriend and he sleeps in her bed too.”

“What? Who’s Megan?” He’s obviously stalling now, playing for time.

“Megan Brame. She sits next to Sebastian at school.”

Sebastian?

“Can I play you my new violin tunes, Daddy? And does this mean Miss Byrne’s staying forever? And Mrs Richardson’s coming home today as well. You need to get up.”

Despite her admonitions to us about our lazy habits Rosie is making definite efforts to squeeze in between us. At the same instant we both realise our naked state. This is going to be awkward. Nathan gathers his wits properly, at last.

“Princess, I need a glass of water. Would you get me one, please?”

With a nod Rosie hops off the bed and heads out onto the landing again. Nathan leaps out of bed, and I can’t help but admire his taut bum as he grabs his jeans from the floor, pulling them on, commando, just as she reappears. He throws his discarded T-shirt at me and I wriggle into it under the duvet. Sitting back on the bed alongside me, Nathan throws an arm around my shoulders, pulling me up against him. With the other arm he reaches for the glass of water in Rosie’s outstretched hand, taking a sip before placing it on the bedside table. Then he reaches for her again, lifting the little girl up to sit between us, and drops a kiss on the top of her head.

“Would that be okay with you, Princess? If Eva stays here with us.”

“Yes! Cool. As long as she keeps on teaching me violin. You will, won’t you, Miss Byrne? Eva?”

“It’s Eva now, sweet stuff. And I daresay she won’t mind continuing the lessons…?” He glances the question at me and I nod. And, taking advantage of our momentary distraction, with a deceptive little wriggle Rosie’s managed to burrow under the duvet and get herself nicely tucked up with us. And so, it’s settled.

* * * *

The rest of the day passes in a blur of activity. The nurse arrives as planned and we get her nicely settled, just as the hospital’s patient transport service arrives to deposit Mrs Richardson with us. She is trundled into the house in a wheelchair and between me, the nurse and Nathan we transfer her to her new bed in the dining room. The room’s large and we’ve managed to drag a sofa and the portable TV from the kitchen in there, too. The plan is that we’ll all use this room until Mrs Richardson is up and about again. Both Nathan and I did wonder about a little privacy for the invalid, but she was adamant that she didn’t want to be shoved in some corner of the house on her own. And if she wants peace and quiet I expect she’ll say so.

By unspoken agreement Nathan is chief cook, with me, Nurse Amy, and Rosie acting as bottle-washers and fetcher-carriers. Tom drops in to see if we’re okay, and he and Nathan spend half an hour huddled in Nathan’s home office sorting out farm business that’s been building up in his absence. Then between us we rustle up a very acceptable evening meal of beef stew with mashed potatoes, and a rice pudding for afters. The evening is spent peacefully watching telly, all of us happy to be together again.

Eventually Nathan nudges Rosie, who is dozing in his arms as I snuggle alongside him on the sofa. Tom has headed back to his pigs and chickens and whatever else he has over at Greystones and the nurse has taken herself off to her room, having seen to Grace’s personal needs and sorted her out with pain relief. Grace is now snoring softly in her pristine white sheets. “Bedtime, Princess,” he murmurs.

“I need my bath,” comes the sleepy reply, and I feel Nathan stiffen. This is not normally his territory.

“That’s my job now,” I butt in, putting him out of his misery. His look of grateful relief is almost comical. I hold out my hand to Rosie, who uncurls herself from around her daddy and slides to the floor, happily trotting out of the room with me.

The next half-hour is spent in happy girlish chatter as Rosie excitedly reminisces over the events of the day. I comb and plait her towel-dried hair and dry the rest of her off with a large fluffy bath sheet before helping her into her nightie and settling her into bed. Barney makes himself comfortable at the foot of it—a bad habit we do seem to have drifted into but so far no one’s complaining. I read her a story about baby owls waiting for their mummy to come home, and she observes that her daddy’s come home now, just like in the story.

He certainly has, and he’s waiting for me downstairs
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* * * *

I find him in the kitchen, bare-chested now. The room is warm, the Aga still hot from cooking earlier. His black jeans are faded, well-worn, and unbuttoned at the top. I suspect he has no underwear on, but I don’t dare ask. His expression is dark, formidable, his mood obvious. A few cushions are piled on the floor. The spanking paddle is on the table, along with the vampire gloves and the nipple clamps.
Oh God!