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Her heart thumped loudly as she rested her cheek on the bed and reached around to
grasp her buttocks to open her flesh to him. God, she wanted him to touch her.

*   *   *

Storm stared at her feminine folds, displayed openly to him with her hands gripping
each side of her ass. He simply stared, saying nothing, and could see her opening
growing moist, proving how much this turned her on.

“Do you like me looking at you?” he asked.

She squirmed a little but answered quietly, “Yes.”

“Would you like me to touch you?” he asked.

“Yes.”

The need in her voice made him smile.

“Good. But right now I would like you to touch that dripping wet pussy of yours.”

She released her ass and slid one hand to her stomach, then between her legs. He watched
raptly as her fingers found her slick folds and stroked the length of them.

“Show me how you’d like me to touch you.”

She stroked back and forth, then her fingers dipped inside. She thrust lightly a couple
of times, then slid out and stroked over her clit.

But despite how open she was to him, he couldn’t see as much as he’d like.

“Lie on your back.”

Her fingers slipped away from her intimate flesh and she rolled over and laid down,
close to the end of the bed, with her knees bent.

“Now continue.”

Her fingers found her folds again and she stroked their slick length, then her fingertip
moved to her clit.

“Show me how you make yourself come.”

She opened the fleshy folds, exposing the button, then her fingertip quivered over
it. He could hear her breathing accelerate as she stroked and teased her clit.

His cock ached and he unzipped and freed it from its confines, wrapping his hand around
the hard shaft.

“Does it feel good?” he asked.

“Oh, yes.”

He stroked his cock.

“Call me Master.”

“Yes, Master.”

He almost groaned at the words. Here she was, her legs splayed wide in front of him,
touching herself for his pleasure, willing to do anything he commanded.

Why the fuck had it taken him so long to realize that this was a good thing?

Her fingers rippled over her wet flesh.

“Are you getting close?” he asked.

“Oh yes, Master.”

“Do you want to come?”

“Yes.” Her voice trembled with need.

“Good. Now stop.”

She whimpered as she drew her hand away.

“Get back on your hands and knees and show me your ass,” he said sharply. “You need
to be punished.”

She changed positions quickly, thrusting her naked ass into the air. “But, why, Master?”

“Let’s get something straight right now. As your Master, I can punish you at any time,
any way I want, for any reason I want. Understand?”

“Yes, Master. You can punish me anytime you like, even if I didn’t do anything wrong.”

He smiled at her words and stroked her delightfully round ass. “So you’re being a
smart ass.” He stood up and drew back his hand and smacked her ass sharply. She let
out a small gasp of surprise.

“When I tell you to do something, you do it with pleasure, even if you want to do
something different, do you understand? As my slave, you should be happy for my guidance.”

“Oh, yes, I am, Master.”

“All right.” He stroked her slightly red ass, then dragged his fingertips over her
slick folds to reward her. She moaned softly.

He stroked her ass again and smacked, then immediately stroked her folds. After the
next smack, he dipped his fingers inside her slick opening and swirled, then withdrew.

“Do you like your punishment?”

She squirmed under his hand as he stroked her ass. “Oh, yes, Master. Thank you.”

He chuckled, then smacked again. He glided two fingers inside her and began to stroke
in and out, then smacked again, his fingers still moving inside her. He pushed his
fingers deep, then found her clit with his thumb and teased it while he smacked her
again.

“Oh, yes.” She arched her back, thrusting her ass higher.

He thrust his fingers inside her several times, then smacked again. He pushed his
fingers deep, then rippled his thumb over her button. She moaned.

“You want to come?” he murmured.

“Yes, Master. Please let me come.”

He smacked her ass a little harder. It was a rosy red now.

“I want to hear you come as I smack your pert little ass.” He thrust his fingers deep,
again and again, as he continued to smack with the other hand.

*   *   *

Melanie’s ass burned as pleasure spiked through her. The pleasure and pain he was
giving her merged into a raw, incredibly intense set of sensations that drove her
closer to the edge. She gasped and arched, then moaned. She wanted to feel the flat
of his hand connect with her flesh as his fingers drove into her sensitive, inner
passage.

His thumb quivered over her clit, then his palm smacked across her ass.

“Oh, yes. Oh, God, yes.” The intensity of the pleasure blasting through her sent her
sailing to heaven. She wailed, long and loud, as an orgasm blasted through her.

Even before the pleasure subsided, she felt the blunt tip of his cock brush against
her folds, then he pressed forward. His cock drove inside and filled her to the hilt.

“Oh, yes.” She nearly fainted from the incredible feel of his big shaft driving into
her.

“Oh, fuck, you feel so good.” He drew back, then thrust forward again.

Her pleasure skyrocketed as his big cock filled her again and again, driving deep
and hard each time. She squeezed him tightly within her and he groaned.

“Fuck.” His hand pushed under her belly and he lifted her hips, then his other hand
glided down her stomach. The instant he found her clit, she moaned. He flicked over
it and she gasped, then plunged over the edge again. He kept thrusting and a moment
later, he ground against her, groaning. She felt his hot seed release inside her,
filling her with heat.

He groaned again and rolled to his side, taking her with him. They lay there, spooned
together, his cock still inside her.

She wiggled her ass against him, squeezing his limp cock inside her. He groaned and
she realized it might be in pain, not pleasure. She’d totally forgotten about his
accident. She rolled around to face him. He was still in his T-shirt and boxers, having
shed his jeans somewhere along the way.

“Are you okay?” She stroked his hair from his forehead.

“Of course. Better than okay.”

But his voice was strained.

“Okay, time for some tender, loving care.” She pushed herself to her feet. “Wait here.”

She hurried into the bathroom and started the water in the big tub, then returned.
Storm had moved back to the chair, so she stepped behind him and massaged his shoulders
and his upper back, feeling the tense bundles of muscles under his skin.

“Do you want a painkiller?” she asked.

“No, just keep doing what you’re doing.”

She smiled as she continued to run her hands along his muscular back and shoulders,
enjoying his murmurs of approval.

“I think it’s time for a nice hot bath.” She walked around the chair and held out
her hand to him. His gaze slid the length of her naked body and he smiled.

“With you like that, I’ll follow you anywhere.” He stood up and took her hand.

Inside the large, marble-floored bathroom, she grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and
pushed it up. He tugged it over his head and discarded it. She curled her fingers
under the waistband of his boxers and lowered them, coming face-to-face with his semi-erect
cock. She laughed and kissed it, then stood up and turned off the flow of water into
the tub.

“You go in first,” she said.

“So you’re joining me.” He climbed in and settled into the warm water.

“Of course.” She smiled. “How does the water feel?”

He leaned back. “Wonderful.”

She climbed in, and settled on the opposite side of the large oval tub, facing him.

“You know, you’re entirely too far away.” He held out his hand to her.

She took it and pulled herself forward. He stretched his legs out and she straddled
his thighs.

“I thought you were done.”

“But here I’m relaxed and you can do all the work.”

She laughed. “That’s true.” She glided forward until her sensitive folds rested against
the base of his growing cock. She wrapped her arms around him, pressed her body to
his, and kissed him. He slid his arms around her and his tongue delved into her as
he returned her kiss with passion. She rocked against his cock as the kiss deepened.
He grew bigger and harder and her flesh ached to have him inside her again.

Their lips parted and he stared deeply into her eyes.

“I love you, Melanie.”

She stared into his sky blue eyes, simmering with heat, but she knew his words had
nothing to do with lust.

Tears welled in her eyes. “I love you, too.”

She pressed her hand between their stomachs and grasped his rock-hard cock, then lifted
her body. With their gazes still locked, she glided down on it. She watched the sparks
flash in his eyes as she took him deep.

She kissed him, pressing her tongue into his warm mouth.

He drew back, gazing into her eyes. “I really, really love you.”

At his words, her heart swelled.

He took her hand and pressed his lips to her dark green fingernails adorned with iridescent
flakes. “From your artistically painted fingernails to your bluebird tattoo”—his finger
stroked over the tattoo on her breast—“to your rosy little ass. I will do whatever
makes you happy.” He caught her gaze again. “And be my true self in the process.”

She kissed his nose and grinned. “Which I assume includes being a bossy master in
the bedroom.”

He laughed. “Or the living room, or the kitchen, or the office.”

“The office? So you’re going back to work at Ranier Industries?”

“Occasionally. When I have time between tours with the band. But when I do go into
the office, I’m looking forward to dealing with my secretary. I’m sure she’ll need
to be kept in line.”

The memory of him pushing her against the wall and holding her hands pinned over her
head made heat burn through her.

“I’m sure she will,” she said in a throaty voice. She squeezed his big cock inside
her and he groaned.

She laughed and nuzzled his neck, feeling his cock twitch inside her.

“Right now, I think you need some special therapy.” She drew back, then glided the
length of his cock again. He was thick and hard inside her. Stroking her passage as
she drew back again.

She drove down. His hands grasped her hips, stopping her before she could glide away
again.

“Wait. I need to ask you something,” he said.

“What is it?”

“It really should be me on my knees instead of you.”

Her heart skipped a beat.

“Melanie, I love you. I want to be with you always.”

Her insides trembled as she stared deeply into his beloved eyes.

“Will you marry me?” he asked.

She drew in a deep breath of pure joy, then squeezed him mercilessly. He groaned and
she cupped his cheeks and kissed him, driving her tongue deep into his mouth.

“Yes.”

He shifted his pelvis, pushing his cock deeper into her.

“Oh, God, yes.”

He kissed her again and rocked into her. She began moving, gliding up and down his
shaft, taking it deep each time. Pleasure built in her, higher and higher, as he moaned
with her steady strokes. The warm water surged around them as she thrust again and
again, moving on him in a steady rhythm, driving her pleasure higher and higher.

“Fuck, woman,” he said between breaths. “I’m going to explode any second.”

She laughed and bounced faster, squeezing him as she moved.

“Fuck, ohhhh…”

She felt liquid heat explode within her and she gasped. His thumb brushed her clit
and her world shattered. She wailed as she shot straight to ecstasy.

Finally, she slumped against him, her head resting on his shoulder.

After a few moments, she shifted, then nuzzled his neck. “I take it you’ve finally
come to the realization that you are nothing like your father.”

“I finally came to realize that what we do is totally different. When I punish you,
it is as much for your pleasure as for mine. It is only because you enjoy it that
it turns me on.” He squeezed her shoulders. “And I know you’re strong. If I ever made
a mistake, and pushed too far, you would let me know.”

She smiled and kissed him again. “Yes, I would. But I’m sure that would never happen.”
She stroked his shoulders. “I love it when you take control, and I know you would
only do what brings us both pleasure.”

He took her in his arms again and kissed her tenderly. “I really love you.”

She stroked his hair from his face, her lips turning up in a broad smile. “I’m so
happy right now.”

She snuggled against him again, and gazed up at him.

“So I’m going to be married to a rock star slash billionaire CEO slash Dominant?”

“That’s right. Do you have a problem with that?” he asked, eyebrow arched upward.

She laughed. “Absolutely not.”

In fact, it sounded like heaven on earth.

Epilogue

Melanie held Storm’s hand as they walked along the stone path leading away from the
huge Ranier country home. This was where Dane and Jessica were going to be married.
The four of them were going to spend the weekend here to discuss plans for the upcoming
wedding. It would also allow Dane and Storm to spend some brotherly time together,
and for Melanie and Jessica to catch up.

Storm and Melanie had arrived a day early so Storm could show her around the impressive
vacation home where he’d spent many happy summers. Shortly after they’d arrived and
dropped their stuff off in the luxurious private suite in the huge house, Storm had
insisted they go out and see the lake. He was like a little boy on his first day of
summer vacation.