Rogue (22 page)

“I fucking love you, Derek,” I told him again with a smile.

He grinned down at me, his features alight with wild joy that matched my own.  “I
fucking love you, too, Sharon.”

Epilogue

Derek

Six Weeks Later

“I do like seeing my marks on you.”  My voice came out low and rough as I caressed
Sharon’s bare ass.  She shivered at the little flares of pain when my palm pressed
against the bruises left by the cane.  It had been three days since I gave them to
her in reprimand for getting herself hurt, but the ghost of my discipline lingered
on her skin.  She was marked, mine.  “Did you learn your lesson?”

I applied more pressure, and she fell against my bare chest with a little squeak. 
Her torso melded to me, her soft, full breasts pressing against me.  My cock hardened
against her belly at the feel of her peaked nipples.

Fuck, she was perfect.  Her submission was honest, pure.

She moaned against me, and her eyes went glassy as her hot little body writhed.  I
wondered if she realized she was seeking stimulation from me or if it was pure instinct
that drove her.  I enjoyed her need for a few seconds before I called her attention
back to my question.  I squeezed her ass to sharpen her focus and pull her back to
me.

“Did you learn your lesson?”

“Yes, Sir.”  My title was husky, lustful.  It made my cock jerk, but I wanted more
from her.

My fingers curled beneath her chin, lifting her stunning face to mine.  The open honesty
I found in her rich brown eyes made me even harder.  “I want you to call me Master
from now on.”

“Yes, Master.”

My thumb traced the line of her lower lip.  I stared down at her, completely captivated. 
“You’re so beautiful.”

A roguish grin broke out on my face.  I had carefully planned this night, and I was
sure my little sub had no idea what was in store for her.  “You know how I like beautiful
things.”

Her breathing turned fast and shallow, and her pupils dilated.  “So do I,” she breathed.

My grin widened, and I reached over to the bedside table to retrieve the first of
her presents.  “I own something pretty.”  I pulled her against me a little more tightly
to emphasize my meaning.  “So I got some pretty things for you, too.  It’s only fair.”

Her lips parted and her breath quickened at the sight of the little silver tweezer
clamps in my hand.  Thin, delicate chains hung down from them.  The emeralds that
dangled at the ends would look beautiful against her luminous skin.

I took a step away from her so I could caress her breasts, tracing the outer curve
of them with my fingertips.  She gasped and arched into me when my hands closed around
them, squeezing and massaging.  I reveled in the weight of them in my grasp.  Soft
and beautiful, like everything else about my sub.

When her nipples tightened against my palms, I pulled back.  She whined at the loss,
and I chuckled.  My girl was so greedy for my touch.  It almost made me feel bad about
denying her.  Almost.

I slipped the first clamp over her right nipple, working it over the hardened bud. 
She hissed as I tightened it, but she didn’t pull away.  I loved the way she accepted
the pain I gave her, falling into it rather than fighting it.  The other clamp followed
quickly.  I admired my handiwork, flicking the little emeralds.  She gave a delicious
little gasp, and the light caught the facets of the gems, sending green sparks dancing
over her skin.  They were every bit as sexy as I had imagined they would be.

I reached for her next gift.  Slowly, I lifted the sea foam green plug to her face
so that she had no option but to study it.  An emerald colored stone was set into
the base of it.

“Derek.”  I loved her little shocked gasp, the mix of fascination and trepidation
in her eyes.  “That’s too big.  I can’t take that.”  She protested, but I already
saw the stirrings of acceptance, of submission, in the softening of her mouth.

“It’s not bigger than me.”  I leaned into her, allowing my lips to tickle across her
ear as I spoke.  “I want to adorn my pretty little sub.  And you won’t deny me, will
you.”

It wasn’t a question.  I loved the way she shivered.

“No, Master,” she whispered.  “I won’t deny you.”

I almost groaned at her soft surrender.

Gripping her hips, I turned her body so that she faced my bed.  She bent forward when
I pressed my hand between her shoulders, directing her to brace herself on the mattress
with her hands.  Her ass was thrust upward in offering to me, waiting to accept her
present.  Despite her worries, she was sweet, compliant.  She trusted me as completely
as I trusted her.

I spread lube over the large toy, allowing the tension to draw out until she was practically
shaking in perverse anticipation.  She wanted to be plugged as much as she feared
it.  I had once promised her she would beg me for my cock up her ass, and I had quickly
trained her to love being filled.

When I first pressed the tapered tip to her asshole, she clenched with her worry. 
My hand cracked across her ass in reprimand.

“Don’t keep me out.  Relax.”

With a final shudder, her body went soft and supple.  I stroked my palm over the reddened
skin where my hit stung her, and she groaned her pleasure.  I pressed the plug to
her again, and this time it slipped in.  I fucked her with it gently, gaining ground
with each short thrust.  Soon, her fingers twisted in the sheets and her face pressed
into the mattress, muffling her cries.  She pushed back against me, taking what I
demanded of her.  She was so giving, so utterly under my control.  It was the most
intoxicating thing I had ever known.

My moan mingled with hers as I slid the plug home.  I fingered the large gem, and
she squirmed beneath me.

“So pretty.”

I reached forward and gently gripped her shoulders, pulling her upright.  She let
out a satisfying mewling sound when the plug shifted within her and the jewels on
her nipples swayed.  My chuckle was darkly amused at her erotic discomfort.

I gently swept her gorgeous, glossy curls over her shoulder and planted a soft kiss
on her nape.

“Kneel.”

Gingerly, she got to her knees.  She whimpered when she widened them, the plug tormenting
her as she found her slave pose.

I had one last gift for her.  It was a gift she would give me as well.

My hand trembled slightly with my own excitement when I retrieved the silver collar
from the table.  It was studded with emeralds.  I loved the way the deep green flashed
against her skin.  I would introduce her to Decadence like this when my club reopened. 
I couldn’t imagine anything more decadent than my beautiful sub wearing nothing more
than my kinky jewelry.

Her eyes gleamed when she recognized the slim silver band I held.

“I love you, Sharon.  I want you to be mine forever.”  My voice was husky with the
depth of my emotion.  “Will you take my collar?”

“Yes, Master.”  The words left her smiling lips almost before I finished asking the
question.  “I love you, too.  I want to be yours.  And I want you to be mine.”  Her
voice broke with her deep joy, and I fell into her melted chocolate gaze.

I grinned at her.  “I’ve been yours since you first wobbled into my club in those
ridiculous boots.”

She gave a watery laugh.  “I hated those boots.”

“So did I.  But I loved introducing you to your submissive side.  I’m so honored that
you accepted me.”

“Thank you for showing me that I needed it.  I’m so happy with you, Derek.”

I had to give her an order before my voice broke, too.  “Lift your hair for me.”

She obeyed immediately, baring the slim column of her neck to me.  I eased the silver
band around her throat, securing it at the back with a small padlock.  A fine tremor
rippled across her skin at the sound of it clicking closed.

I sank to my knees before her, and my lips found the emerald that gleamed at the hollow
of her throat.  I lavished attention on her neck, kissing and nipping and worshipping,
communicating my gratitude for her gift.  When she was quivering in my arms, my mouth
found hers.  I devoured her, branding her with each possessive thrust of my tongue
against hers.

My cock was hard to the point of aching.  I sat back on my heels and grasped her waist,
pulling her forward.  Knowing what I wanted, she wrapped her legs around me, and I
lowered her onto me.  She was so fucking tight with the plug in her ass and me inside
her.  Her head fell back, and she tossed her head at the sensation of fullness.  The
movement danced down her spine, causing her hips to rotate against me.

The sight of her wanton abandon almost made me lose control.  I smacked her ass in
reprimand, and she clenched around me in response.  Everything about her gorgeous
body matched my dark desires perfectly.

My hands curled around her hips, lifting her and forcing her to fuck me at the pace
and intensity I wanted.  Her small hands clasped around the back of my neck, anchoring
her to me so she could find my lips again.

I gave her what she wanted even as I took from her.  I took her body, her pleasure,
her love.  And I returned it all in kind.  As I found my bliss inside her, one word
filled my mind.

Mine.

The End

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I’ll be watching you today.  And every day, until I finally take you.  Don’t worry,
Kathy.  I don’t want to break you.  But I do want to make you scream.  I want to make
you mine.  Come and find me.  Come to me, pet.

My stomach began to churn before my mind could fully process the words.  It was as
though they stared up at me from the dirty scrap of paper they were scrawled upon,
as though the eyes of the person who had written them were piercing my soul.  I felt
violated, dirty.  The wash of horror made my throat convulse as bile rose.  How could
nothing more than ink on a page affect me so viscerally?

It could, because the intent behind those words was so abhorrent that it made me want
to lash out at my invisible assailant like a wild, cornered animal.  But there was
no assailant, and my adrenaline burned through my veins, scorching them when it found
no outlet.

“Katie?  You okay?”

I whirled, and my fist swung in a practiced arc.  In the half a heartbeat it took
for me to register the familiar voice, I managed to slow the punch.  My hesitation
gave my partner the split second of warning he needed to catch my wrist, blocking
the hit.

“Whoa, Sparrow.  What’s got your panties in a twist this morning?”

“Dex.  Don’t sneak up on me like that.”  It was much easier to turn my fear into ire,
even if it wasn’t warranted.

He gave me a small frown, and he didn’t release my wrist.  He lowered it so that it
hung at his side, almost as though he was holding my hand.  “I wasn’t sneaking.  I
said your name three times before you tried to pop me across the jaw.”  His fingers
squeezed in reprimand.  “Thanks for changing your mind at the last second there.”

All the aggression left me on a heavy sigh.  I ran my hand through my hair.  The familiar
weight of the copper curls was comforting, as was the little tug on my scalp as I
pulled on the strands.  The sensation helped ground me, tethering me to the moment
so that I could leave my fear behind.

“Sorry.  I’m just tired, that’s all.”  I didn’t want to tell Dex about the note. 
He would just freak out and go all alpha male protective on me, as though I was one
of the victims we worked with all too often.  I wasn’t a victim.  I was the hunter,
the one who put away the bastards who turned those poor women into victims.

I shifted my body to place myself firmly between Dex and the evidence.  His frown
deepened, drawing his masculine features down into something forbidding, if no less
handsome.  Pale blue eyes shot through with navy glared down at me, and the way the
light caught his close-cropped blond hair made him look like an avenging angel.  I
couldn’t deny that Dex was intimidating as hell when he got like this.  It was one
of the reasons why he was such a good FBI agent.

“Don’t lie to me, Sparrow.  I can always tell.  What’s bothering you?”  Dexter Scott,
human lie detector.  Another quality that made him a good agent.  And a pain in my
ass.