Belonging to Him (2 page)

“Am I really? Or are you forgetting who you are?”

He paused for a second before continuing on with his argument. “I’m not like that anymore, Hope. I told you, I’m changed.”

“A leopard cannot change its spots.”

Simon growled in frustration. He leaned over the bed and untied her wrists then her ankles. She rubbed the places where the rope had been.

“I don’t care what you say, Hope. I’ve changed and you will be my wife.”

Before she got the chance to say anything else, Simon stormed out of the room and locked the door behind him.

She eased up, sitting and staring at the door. Her feelings for him were not in question. Hope had been in love with him since the moment she first saw him. He made her feel things no man had ever aroused inside her.

Hope knew this weekend was going to be different. Over the past week Simon had been more closed off. He’d barely sent a glance her way. It had been five that evening on a Friday while she was at the photocopy machine that he’d first showed any emotion inside him. Simon had closed the door and moved directly behind her. She’d felt the hard ridge of his cock against her ass. It had taken every ounce of willpower she possessed not to beg him to take her there and then.

The moment they’d started their relationship, they’d agreed no sex or pleasure in the office. With the passing weeks and months together it was getting harder and harder not to break their rule. By the end of every shift, her pussy was dripping wet and her hunger for him was insatiable. Simon set a fire inside her that only he could put out.

He’d pushed her hair over one shoulder and nibbled her neck. The pleasure had gone straight to her clit, coiling inside her. “Tonight, you’ll come to me and don’t forget to bring an overnight bag,” he’d said.

Like so many times before, she’d gone to work prepared.

Now, running her fingers through her hair, Hope wondered if she was prepared for the night he had planned for her. Their time together had been a dream. Simon was a true dominant and he pushed her in ways she’d never dreamed of.

And thinking about his dominance reminded her of the first night they’d met in a BDSM club downtown.

Chapter Two

Hope had known she was a submissive and had decided to take the next step and look for a club that supplied everything she desired. Living in the city meant she had access to some of the best BDSM clubs around. Hope liked the ones that were choosy about the people they had. Being under a bad Dom was dangerous and she’d heard plenty of stories about aggressive Doms. She loved it when a guy took control and gave her body so much pleasure. Hope loved it when she trusted someone enough to put her body in their hands.

That night she’d walked into the exclusive nightclub and sat at the bar. The owner of the club had introduced himself along with several of his staff.

She’d been sitting at the bar drinking a rum and Coke when
he
had taken the seat next to her. His arm had brushed hers where it lay on the bar. At the time she hadn’t thought much about the rush of pleasure that coursed through her body. When she’d turned to look at the man who’d taken a seat by her, she’d been shocked to find the man she worked for. Simon Allen had stared at her as if she was a prized morsel he wanted to eat.

“Do you have any idea where you are?” he asked.

Licking her lips, Hope turned to her drink in an attempt to ignore the man by her side. “I think you’ve walked into the wrong bar, Sir.”

Why did she keep calling him sir? It was like an impulse inside her that she couldn’t deny. He stroked her arm with a single finger.

She moaned as goose bumps erupted along her arm and her nipples tightened with need for him. No man had ever had this effect on her body or her mind. She didn’t know what to do or how to act.

“I’m not in the wrong place, little sub. I should have known. The moment I saw you, I knew you were a true submissive. The way you cast your eyes down and wait for my instruction is telling. If only I’d known you understood the lifestyle.”

Hope looked forward and saw their reflections in the mirror over the bar. Simon wore black while she’d decided on her red dress. They looked startling from where she looked. Her cheeks were flushed.

“I wonder if you’re a natural blonde,” he said, stroking her hair.

“I wouldn’t dye my hair.” She kept her gaze on the mirror. Staring at him would be her undoing. She knew it in the way her body responded to his mere presence.

Simon Allen was her boss and a billionaire. They were never supposed to cross paths in a club like this. She shouldn’t be drawn to a man so far out of her league.

“Stop thinking those thoughts,” he said.

“How do you know what I’m thinking?”

“It doesn’t take much to guess. I see the telling in your eyes and your body. You want me, Hope. I want you.”

She turned to him then. He was staring into her eyes. Most guys always talked to her breasts as they were large and caught their attention first. Simon stared into her eyes, showing her more respect than she’d ever received from other men.

Without waiting for an answer, Simon took her hand and led her out of the bar. She didn’t fight or argue with him. He moved past several black doors and up a set of stairs. Hope’s heart raced. The sounds of the club lessened as he led her farther and farther away. When they were alone and the sounds had disappeared, Simon opened a door and pulled her inside. In the next instant he slammed the door and pushed her against the wood with his body pressed against her.

“You’re mine,” he said.

Hope couldn’t argue as his cock pressed between her thighs. He was long, thick and hard. She felt him pushing against her core through their clothes. Wrapping her hands around his neck, she pushed towards him.

There was no fighting between them. They’d found each other and it was an acceptance of their union.

That night Simon had made Hope his.

* * * *

Hope came out of the memory as she walked to his en-suite bathroom. She’d not known at the time that a year later Simon would be asking her to be his wife. He’d not taken another sub or grown tired of her, which was what usually happened between other Doms and subs. At least that was what she’d been told.

While they were at work, no one would know they were in a relationship together. Simon didn’t treat her any differently. When they were alone that was another matter entirely.

After three months, Simon started moving her stuff into his house. She refused to move in completely. When four months passed, she was only paying the rent on her apartment but not actually living there. Six months together, he’d bought her a car and given her a credit card.

Then last week as they were celebrating a year together Simon had asked her to be his wife. She hadn’t expected it. He was older than her but had never been married before. His proposal had shocked her. They were worlds apart and there was no way she was suitable to be his wife. Not only that, she knew he would tire of her. The subs he’d dated at the club had told her he’d moved on when he had tired of them. Simon Allen was not the settling type.

She used the bathroom and washed her hands when she finished. When she walked back into the bedroom, Simon was waiting for her.

“I didn’t give you permission to move,” he said.

His gaze moved down her body. She felt his gaze like a caress of his hands. He always made her feel touched when he looked at her like that.

“Come here.”

Hope went to him without hesitation. She did love him and had known how she felt for a long time. Her days were filled with thoughts of him. He was her dominant and the man she loved.

She stood in front of him and stared at his covered chest, waiting for his next instruction. The robe he wore kept his gorgeous body from her gaze. Hope licked her lips, once again thinking about his body. She’d loved every inch of him with her tongue. In the early days they’d explored each other, finding out what they liked and what made them squeal in excitement.

Simon loved having her hair surround them. He’d banned her from cutting her locks. The length was essential for what he liked to do to her.

“I’m going to have to punish you now, baby. Do you know why?” he asked.

“I went to the bathroom without your permission, Sir.”

Her body was already humming with excitement. She wondered what he would use—a whip, a paddle or maybe his hand. She loved his hand more than any of his other equipment.

He moved to the bed and patted his knee. Hope kept her head lowered even as a smile broke across her lips. She lowered herself over his lap. Her stomach was over his closed thighs as her breasts were over one side of his legs and her mound over the other.

“Why do you keep denying me?” he asked. His hand caressed her back and ass. Every second he stroked her body was drawing out her anticipation for the spanking he was going to give her. “I know you won’t answer me. You have given me everything, Hope—your heart, your body and your submission.”

She’d never told him she loved him. Hope tried not to tense on his legs, but he caught it. Simon chuckled. “I know you love me, pet. I see it in your eyes when we’re at work. Several of the Doms at the club have seen it as well. They’ve congratulated me on finding you. Your devotion to your master and your boss is commended.”

Tears sprang to her eyes. He knew she loved him and she didn’t know if he felt the same way. Simon had never spoken the words to her. How could she give herself completely to someone when she didn’t even know if they felt the same way?

His hand left her body and came down with a
whack.
She moaned as the pain vibrated through to her clit. The dual sensation of pleasure and pain built up her arousal faster than any foreplay. She’d always needed an edge of pain to her pleasure. Simon understood her need and gave it to her constantly.

“I can smell your arousal. You’re so sweet and musky,” he said.

Simon slid a finger between her swollen folds. She cried out when he pinched her clit between his fingers. Biting her lip, she tried to stop herself from screaming.

She opened her legs wide for him to move easily between her slit. He stroked, pinched and wreaked havoc with her body. The moment she was close to her climax, he pulled his hand away and slapped her ass three times. Her fingers clawed at the fabric of his robe.

His slaps rained down one after the other. Hope couldn’t contain her screams and finally she let them go into the air. They echoed off the walls as he smacked her ass red raw.

When she thought she couldn’t stand it a moment longer, Simon grabbed her round the waist and flipped her to the bed. She rolled over until she was facing him. The robe was torn off and then he was on top of her. Hope sank her fingers into his hair as she pulled him down for a kiss. Her ass was on fire from her punishment and her cream was dripping from her core. Her body was on fire with need. Simon knew exactly what to do with her.

He glided a hand between her thighs, opening her legs for him. She broke from the kiss to watch him grab his cock and press the tip to her core. The full mushroomed head pressed inside her pussy. Hope gazed up at Simon as he paused at her entrance.

His dark gaze penetrated her very soul. Her heart beat rapidly against her chest. If he’d asked her to be his wife in that moment she’d have relented and given herself to him. Simon shook his head and then slammed to the hilt inside her. She moaned as he stretched her inner walls to accommodate him.

“Mine,” he said.

Hope knew she was his. There was never any doubt in her mind. She pressed up to meet his thrusts.

He pulled out of her body until only the tip was inside her before he plunged back into her pussy. Each thrust took him deeper inside her body. Hope sank her nails into the flesh of his back as his fucking became harsher. With each thrust of his cock, Simon went harder and deeper.

She looked up into his eyes to see him staring back at her. It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him how much she loved him. She looked past his shoulder, containing the words.

One of his hands moved down to cup her ass, which was still stinging from her spanking. He squeezed the flesh in his palm as he fucked her. He claimed her lips with his own and their moans filled the air around them.

His cock hardened further and her climax rushed through her. Hope whimpered as her orgasm worked over her body. Her pussy tightened around his cock and her nails scored his back. She screamed out his name, thrusting up to meet him.

Simon stroked and pinched her clit drawing out her pleasure. She begged him to stop. The pleasure was too much and she couldn’t survive it.

He thrust into her body, once, twice and on the third time she heard him growl then felt the kick of his cock inside her. His release pulsed inside her pussy, washing her insides with his semen.

They’d stopped using condoms some time ago. She loved the trust between them.

They’d talked about their previous relationships with each other and also shared their medical history. Simon was too careful to forget something. When they’d discussed the lack of condoms she’d been a bit hesitant. Over the weeks they discussed the lack of condoms until eventually she’d been more curious than not. He was the first man she’d been with without protection.

She came down from her release as Simon collapsed on top of her. His weight felt good against her. Hope stroked his hair feeling the love inside her ready to burst.

After several moments, Simon eased off and stared into her eyes. He brushed the hair off her face and kissed her lips. “Be my wife,” he said.

For a split second, Hope wanted to say yes then she thought about him growing bored. She didn’t want him to get bored with her.

Cupping his cheek, she shook her head. “No.”

Chapter Three

The following morning Hope woke to find the bed empty and Simon gone. She rolled over and stared at the clock by the side of his bed. It was past ten and she knew he rarely slept past eight. Rubbing her eyes, she pushed the hair off her face then pulled the quilt off her body. She was naked, as he’d confiscated her clothes the moment she walked into his home on Friday evening.