Reclaiming His Submissive (6 page)

Then she remembered she had no
clothes on. Her travel attire had consisted of the blanket she’d
been sleeping under when Alex grabbed her and nothing else. Harper
scrambled back away from the window. She stopped and checked herself
in the mirror. Alex always maintained fairly strict rules for her
attire or lack of attire when they were in private. How many times
had he told her how much he loved her body and that having it
accessible for his pleasure kept her mind in the headspace she so
desperately craved?

She turned sideways and frowned.
In the weeks after her faux pas during the whip scene she’d
noticed the pounds slowly creeping on. At first it seemed no big deal
as she’d struggled her entire life with weight management and
bounced often between a size twelve and fourteen. At the twenty pound
gain mark she’d grown concerned and finally paused working long
enough to consider the cause.

Harper cupped her breasts and
lifted them. Her favorite benefit of weight gain, if there truly was
a benefit, were the boobs. So what if her stomach had thickened or
her thighs widened, she now had a nice fucking rack. She clamped her
lips to suppress a giggle and stepped back. Time to get this show on
the road, and while she was at it, find a gallon or two of water.
Eventually necessity would override stage fright.

She flung the door open. “I
really think I need some clothes at this point. I certainly hope you
brought me some…” Alex stood six feet in front of her
with his hand raised and a scrap of magenta cloth hanging from his
fingertips. Her eyes widened.
No
.
“What the heck is that?”

He stared down at the material
for a second before meeting and imprisoning her gaze with his. “It’s
a bikini. I figured you’d want to get dressed to go outside.”

“
A what?” She
snatched the two pieces from his fingers and held them up. “You
want me to put this on and go out in public?” Was he
certifiable?

Alex’s eyes narrowed and
his eyebrows climbed to his hairline.

Shit.
She knew that look and did
not
want to go there.

Her shoulders sagged as she
capitulated to his wishes. As much as she dreaded how this tiny suit
would look on her, she hated disappointing her Dom even more.
Although in her defense she had technically broken up with him the
night before even if he refused to accept it.

Harper stepped into the bottoms
and tried to ignore the way the skimpy fabric sunk into the extra
flesh on her hips or the way it cut into the more recently pronounced
curve of her stomach.

Maybe she didn’t need that
test to be sure after all. The evidence was right in front of both
their eyes.

A satisfied hum came from Alex.
“You look just as beautiful as I thought you would.”

Before she could think it
through, a gush of air pushed through her lips in an obvious
sarcastic gesture. Thank God she’d cast her gaze downward so
she didn’t have to see the new disapproval in his eyes.

“
All right, kitten. What is
going on here? Didn’t we get past this ages ago? You know how
perfect I think your body is.” He’d cupped her chin and
forced her to meet his gaze. “I know I’ve been away a
lot, but this kind of petulance is not your norm. What is going on?”

She shrugged and looked skyward,
fighting the familiar burn behind her eyes. Weight gain, mood swings
and crying at the drop of a hat. Her test results crystallized in her
brain before she’d even peed on the stupid stick. Did he know
too? Was he testing her? If he’d been in her bag, how could he
have missed the box?

“
Stress I guess. More
exactly stress eating. I’m sure you’ve noticed the weight
gain. Your sexy size twelve is now a not quite as sexy fourteen.”

He pursed his lips and the
expression that crossed his face reminded her of a storm about to
explode on the horizon.

“
Undress and get on the bed
now,” he ordered.

Caught off guard, she stared
blankly at him. She’d basically just told him how uncomfortable
she was in his stupid bikini and he wanted her to do what?

“
I’m not kidding
here, Harper. Safeword or get your ass on my bed. I want the usual
position. You on your back, legs spread as wide as you can get them.”

For a second she actually
considered sticking her tongue out at him. Yes, she was being a brat,
but not feeling sexy in her mind at the moment did not equate a
free-for-all sex session. But he’d done nothing to warrant her
use of a safeword in over a year and she wasn’t going to go
there now. There were countless times in the past he’d
commanded his now favorite position and she’d willingly
accepted his demand. Collar or not, she’d always belong to this
man. Slowly, she peeled the offending fabric from her body and
methodically walked to the bed and climbed on.

Alex stood at the foot and
glowered down at her. She knew he’d never strike her in anger,
but she didn’t know quite what to think of his thunderous
expression. The waiting for him to say something dragged on and it
took every ounce of will power not to squirm. Eventually she couldn’t
take it anymore and closed her eyes.

“
I don’t think so,
Harper. Look at me. There will be no hiding anymore.”

Apparently he had no intention of
cutting her a break. With more than a little reluctance tugging at
her insides, she opened her eyes and met his gaze.

“
You were curvy the first
time I laid eyes on you at the Glass Kat Club in your adorable
uniform, passing out cupcakes, and my dick got so hard I thought I’d
go blind from the ache.” He touched the inside of her bare
ankle and a zing of electricity shot straight to her pussy. “The
first time I got my hands on these naked curves, I thought I’d
died and gone to heaven.” He slowly traced a path on the inside
of her leg to her thighs. “Your acceptance and response to a
practical stranger blew my mind. Don’t you get that? Every time
we’re together I’m drawn to you, the most fuckable woman
I’ve ever met.”

Some of the wall around her heart
she’d tried to build to shield her crumbled. Alex wasn’t
the kind of man to say something he didn’t mean. There were
times he hid behind silence, but he never lied. She trusted that
implicitly. Otherwise she’d have never accepted his collar.

Her gut clenched as she reminded
herself about her now-bare neck. Like a fool she’d given it
back. For the first time in their relationship, Alex hadn’t
been the one to strip her bare… She’d done that to
herself.

A pinch to her inner thigh just
below her pussy sent sudden pain signals straight to her brain. She
gasped.

“
You’re thinking too
hard about this. Or you’re not paying attention. Either way, it
doesn’t have to be this difficult.” With both hands, he
gripped her thighs and managed to spread her another few inches.

Her muscles screamed, her clit
throbbed and her stomach clenched. What the hell were a few pounds
when she had a man like this between her thighs doing whatever the
hell he wanted while she laid there and encouraged him. With her body
open and available there was simply no way to hide her arousal. A
fact he regularly liked to expose.
The
dirty rotten bastard
.

Harper bit back a curse as his
fingers worked their way around the edges of her pussy while
obviously taking care not to touch any sensitive parts. He’d
drive her mad as usual and if she wasn’t careful she’d
end up as desperate and unfulfilled as she’d been on the plane.

“
Are you sore from last
night?”

She was but that didn’t
stop the ache building behind her clit that didn’t want to be
denied again. “I’m fine.”

Alex sighed. “The cursed
fine. If you never spoke that word again it would be too soon. Fine
is a famous code word for women and one I don’t want to hear.
Now answer my question appropriately.”

Harper took a deep breath. “Yes,
I’m a little sore, but I don’t want you to stop.”

“
Much better. Now give me
your hand.”

She reached for him, loving the
way his much larger hand gripped hers. Actually, any and all contact
with him felt pretty damn good right now.

“
Feel how hard I am for
you.” He wrapped her hand around his thick erection and she
gloried in how incredible he felt. Thin, soft skin over rigid steel.
“By all rights I should be spent today, or at least sated, yet
I’m as hard for you now as the day I laid eyes on you. You do
this to me, Harper. You and this body.”

While she began to pump her hand
along his shaft his hands roamed across her body. First he spanned
her waist while sliding up her ribcage and then he stroked and
caressed her breasts. There was nothing urgent this time in his
movements as he took his time touching her everywhere. After several
minutes of lifting and kneading her, his touches drew closer to her
nipples. He squeezed each nipple gently over and over again until she
writhed under him.

When she moaned his cock swelled
in her hand. Oh God that felt good. She’d caused that reaction
all on her own.

His easy movements and loving
caresses had moved her into a place where she needed to be more
connected to him. “May I have a kiss, Master?”

A quiet, low growl sounded from
his chest before he leaned forward and dove into her mouth. Unlike
his hands, his lips and tongue urgently sought more. The more he
kissed her and touched her the easier it was for her to remember the
truth about what he enjoyed about her. Particularly her curves. He’d
never lie about that, or anything else for that matter. He wanted her
and it was up to her to put her insecurities aside and let him love
her.

She slipped further into a
dreamlike haze brought on by his attentions and the ever-increasing
rate of her arousal. He wasn’t even touching her pussy and she
wanted to come.

Alex shifted and pushed her hand
away moments before he resettled between her thighs. In a slow but
smooth movement he began to slide into her aching center. Ohhh. She
couldn’t breathe he felt so good. This slow stroke created a
completely different sensation. A prolonged sense of being filled
beyond capacity. Despite her soreness it didn’t hurt. On the
contrary. Her inner walls were already contracting against his
invading cock.

“
Don’t forget to
breathe,” he warned.

“
I—I can’t.”
Once he became full seated he began a similarly slow withdrawal that
seemed to light up even more sensation rich nerve endings than
before. She’d died and gone to heaven. Nothing felt this good.
Nothing. She clung to his back for dear life while the rest of her
lay frozen in ecstasy.

With his hands on each side of
her face, Alex imprisoned her gaze while he filled her again and
again. “This is mine. You are mine. No matter how your body
changes it’s always going to be mine.”

Unlike the many times they’d
been together before, this felt different. With her pussy filled to
the brim and his eyes locked on hers with a torrent of emotion
filling them, he claimed her. There was simply nothing else to call
this kind of intensity as she unraveled around him while he drove
them both over the edge in a slow, friction-fueled connection that
she never wanted to stop.

Maybe in his own way he sort of
loved her too…

Chapter
Five

“
So whose island is this
anyway?” She dug her toes into the white sand and stared out
across the horizon when she asked her question.

After the most mind-blowing sex
of his life and a decadent breakfast out on the terrace, they’d
joined hands and headed out to the beach. She was wearing his chosen
bikini and looked as if she felt a lot more confident. He wore a pair
of swim trunks that, according to her, gave her a view of his abs
that made her mind melt.

“
A friend of mine. I
explained to him that my precious sub was about to run off to some
Florida resort and he suggested I use his island immediately to set
you straight.”

She turned and stared at him.
“Seriously? I thought the only person who knew about me was
Jeremy.”

And there it was in a nutshell.
At least part of it anyway. He gripped her chin and turned her to
face him. He hated when she deliberately avoided looking at him when
she wanted to discuss something that made her uncomfortable. “No,
kitten. Jeremy is not the only one who knows about you. I have
several friends from the club who have seen us together.”

“
Ahh, yes. Club friends.”

She looked like she was
struggling to maintain her composure, but the slight shake of her
voice gave her away. “You know how important it is to me to
keep the BDSM side of my life separate from everything else. Public
perception can often make or break a business deal.”

She nodded as if she understood,
but he didn’t believe her.

“
Is it just business? What
about your family? You never talk about them.”

Cold swept through him. “What
do you want to know about them?” he asked.

She lifted her head and met his
gaze. “Does anyone in your family know about me?”