Mastered: Ten Tales of Sensual Surrender (38 page)

The thoughts raced and circled. Now she really
couldn’t
speak for excitement.

“I love you, Sarah,” he repeated, “and I want to be with you. All the time… Forever.”

She could feel him shaking against her. Or was that her shaking against him? It was probably a bit of both. She still couldn’t speak, but she laced her fingers with his and squeezed tight in a clearer, simpler message.

“But… I know my sexual tastes are particular and I don’t want to always impose them on you. Away from here, away from The Retreat, you might feel differently about all this…” This time it was his fingers that tightened. “But I can accept that, and I don’t expect you to indulge me. I… I can suppress it.” He kissed the back of her neck, and when he went on there was a wry note in his voice. “If you can accept that sometimes I might need to read the occasional magazine… and… um… deal with myself, I think we’ll be okay.” He nuzzled her, his mouth settling on the curve of her shoulder now, his beard a caress against her skin. “Making love to you is so mind-blowing in itself that I couldn’t, and shouldn’t, ask for more.”

Now, against her bottom, she felt him harden, and he moved slightly against her to reinforce her perception.

“If you can accept me for a wicked old pervert, Sarah, I’d love to be your husband… if you’ll have me?”

His voice was so soft, so kind, so honest. Even if there had been no sex, and no kink, she could not have imagined a man she felt more comfortable with now. More complete, and more herself.

But still the enormity of his proposal sealed the words of joy within her.

She began to shake more, with sobs, her body wrenched as hard by simple happiness as it had been by the most intense of all the orgasms he’d given her.

“My love… my love… what is it? Please don’t be upset. I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to rush you.” Gently, he slid back, pushed on her shoulder and laid her down beside him. In the soft light, his sublime brown eyes were glistening with the same moisture that was gathering in hers.

Sarah reached up, drew his face down to hers, and then boldly took his mouth in a kiss that was strong, yet as tender as she could make it. Befuddled by soaring joy, she told him everything with her lips that she was currently finding impossible to put into words, and when they finally drew apart, she could see from his smile and the light in his gleaming eyes that he’d understood everything.

“Oh, Sarah, my love… you’ll have me then?” His white teeth glinted in the shadows as his smile widened. “You’ll marry me? Is it ‘yes’?”

Sarah reached up and touched his cheek, loving him and loving everything about him. His fine eyes and the intellect behind them, his handsome face and his thick brown hair, his soft, neat beard that felt so nice to her fingers. She loved his body too, and his heart, and his imagination.

And at last she found the words.

“Yes… it’s yes… but on one provision.”

“Name it!” His hand slid to her flank and around the side of her buttock, holding her to him, but lightly as if he were still cautious of stirring up the heat of her spanking. She could see in his intense expression that he was longing to make love to her again, even if he hadn’t been pressing his hard sex against her thigh.

“That you spank me whenever you think I need it.” She grinned at him as his eyes lit up even more, and his beautiful mouth curved in the dark frame of his elegant whiskers. “Or whenever
I
think I need it.”

“And how often do you think that might be?” His voice was rich with amusement as he pulled her tighter now, his fingertips pressing the cheek of her bottom as if she’d given him permission—and rights. Which she had.

Sarah kept him waiting a moment, then said, “Oh, about once a day, I think… maybe more often.” Her voice was airy, but she’d never been more serious in her life.

Ben kissed her hard, his lips, his tongue, his entire body dominant. “And how about now?” he enquired, all trace of their former mutual sleepiness vanished.

“Oh yes, definitely… but in a little while.” She squirmed against him, teasing his erection with her thighs, her belly. “But would it be possible to wait until you’ve made love to me first?” Daringly, she stroked his penis, adoring its heat and silky size.

“Of course, my darling,” he purred, moving slowly in her caress, “But I must warn you… after I’ve spanked you, I’ll want to have you again, you realize. I won’t be able to help myself.”

“That’s what I’m banking on, my love… That’s what I’m banking on.”

And as he moved over her, she laughed softly and added the words she’d almost forgotten to say, although meant, so sincerely meant, for quite some time.

“I love you.”

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Thank You!

Many thanks for reading
His Secret
. I do hope you enjoyed Sarah and Ben and the way he lovingly initiated her into the dark and intense pleasures of BDSM at The Retreat. It’s a very special and luxurious hotel, and I hope to write about quite a few other couples who check in to enjoy its delights. Look out for
Their Secret
 
first. It’s Sarah’s friend Maggie’s story and the second installment of this
Secret Pleasures
series.

If you enjoy BDSM romance in general, you might also like to look out for my other titles,
An Appointment with Her Master
,
Another Appointment
,
Forbidden Treasures
, and
In Sebastian’s Hands
. Or for best value, try my BDSM themed boxed set
Delicious Pain
.

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About Portia

Portia Da Costa is a
Sunday Times
best-selling British author of romance, erotic romance, and erotica, whose short stories and novels have been published in the UK and elsewhere since 1991. She loves creating stories about sexy, likeable people in steamy, scandalous situations and has written for various publishers over the years, including Black Lace, HQN, Spice Briefs, Samhain Publishing, Carina Press, and a good many others. Though her best-known titles are mainly contemporary erotic romance, she also enjoys writing super-hot Victorian historical romance and erotic paranormals. She’s even turned her hand to a bit of erotic sci-fi and horror on occasion.

Recently, her Black Lace contemporary erotic romance
In Too Deep
reached Number #5 in the
Sunday Times
paperback fiction chart, with only books by E L James and Sylvia Day outselling her!

When Portia isn’t writing, she’s usually to be found loafing around watching the television or reading. She lives in the heart of West Yorkshire in the UK with her long-suffering husband and their beloved cats: brother and sister Mork and Mindy, cranky but lovable Felix, and Prince, a rescue cat from France.

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Published by Portia Da Costa

An Appointment with Her Master—His by Choice #1

Another Appointment—His by Choice #2

Daring Interludes

Delicious Pain Boxed Set

Delicious Pleasure Boxed Set

Fire and Ice

Forbidden Treasures

Glint

His Secret—Secret Pleasures #1

In Sebastian’s Hands

Lessons and Lovers

Naughty Thoughts

Object of Desire

Power of Three—In Love with Two Men #1

Tempted by Two—In Love with Two Men #2

The Efficiency Expert

Their Secret—Secret Pleasures #2

Wesley and the Love Zombies

More information here

Selected Black Lace Erotic Romance

The Accidental Trilogy

The Accidental Call Girl

The Accidental Mistress

The Accidental Bride

Selected Contemporaries

The Red Collection

The Stranger

In Too Deep

The Devil Inside

Entertaining Mr Stone

Suite Seventeen

The Gift

Seduced by a Billionaire—coming in 2015

More information here

Selected Harlequin Erotic Romance

The Ladies’ Sewing Circle [Victorian setting]

In The Flesh

Diamonds in the Rough

A Gentlewoman’s Quartet - four novella Spice Briefs anthology

Three Colors Sexy [Spice Briefs]

Discipline of the Blue Book

Ritual of the Red Chair

Ecstasy in the White Room

Risqué Reunions [Spice Briefs
]

Twice the Pleasure

Second Time Around

No Longer Forbidden

More information here

Their Secret—teaser excerpt

Forbidden Pleasures #2 - Maggie’s Story

When Maggie Jenkins agrees to meet her online lover, the enigmatic “Mr. Jones”, at The Retreat, a luxury hotel with a risqué reputation, she knows she’s taking a wild and daring chance.

Mr. Jones is an irresistible temptation, an exciting alpha male who’s been tutoring Maggie in the mysteries of power exchange and BDSM sensuality. She’s half in love with her unknown master already, so despite the foolhardiness of submitting to a man she’s never met, Maggie reaches out to grasp pleasure, and her future, with both hands.

But fate throws a huge surprise in with the breathtaking bliss… and emotional complications Maggie could never have foreseen.

Chapter One

I’ve booked us a suite at The Retreat for the night of the seventeenth, as you suggested. It’s in the name of Jones. The Primrose Suite. I’ll be arriving late afternoon, and I look forward to meeting you, finally, in the flesh.

Oh God, oh God, this was it! Finally, after all these weeks, they were going to meet. And play.

And he was going to spank her bottom.

If you’ve changed your mind, beautiful Maggie, tell me now, and we’ll never speak of it again. We can continue as we are. I’ll be perfectly content with that. But I don’t think you will. I don’t think it will be enough for you. You’re the bravest and most imaginative woman I’ve ever “met.”

Trembling, she let her finger hover over the message icon. Could she really meet him? Could she really do it? There was a big difference between bold cyber talk and raunchy flirting, and actually meeting the man. Between describing her fantasies and living them out.

Did she dare meet her master and let him punish her?

Her fingertip shook. She nearly started tapping out a “perhaps not” message.

No! I’ve got to meet him! I’ve got to! I asked for this, and I want it. It’s my destiny.