Convincing Rowena [Passion Peak, Colorado 6] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) Read online

  “Fuck you,” she whispered. It was a good thing she was facing away from him because her face burned. She could feel it. Damn him. He’d nailed her.

  “You will. Don’t worry. I promise.” As he nuzzled her neck again, he pressed his cock into her ass crack and she had to shake her head to clear the dizziness that swept over her. This man had always had this much power over her emotions and her hormones. There were times she both hated and loved him for it, at the same time.

  “But first…” He smacked her breasts again with the flogger, twice, sending shock waves of desire straight to her throbbing clit. At this rate, she would come before he even touched her pussy.

  Was this what her friends got to experience all the time, and with two men? She was the only one of the six not in a ménage relationship with two Doms. And while Rowena had no desire to fuck two men at once, right now she most definitely wanted more of what Van was giving her. “First what? What do you want me to do now?”

  “I told you what I wanted you to do. Bend over.”

  She smiled at the commanding tone in his voice. Van usually reserved that for his crew at Whitney Restorations. Even when he did use it on her, she always gave it right back to him. But this morning she decided not to, just to see where it might lead them. But before she did as he asked, she lowered her PJ bottoms as far down as she could without bending over, because he was pressed up against her and she didn’t want him to move away.

  “You damn tease,” he whispered.

  “Oh, I’m sorry. You didn’t actually ask me to get naked, did you?”

  He smacked her right ass cheek with his hand, hard, and Rowena bit her lip as the urge to whirl around and tell him where to get off bubbled up inside. The truth was that she liked it. Her pussy was so damn wet now that she’d have to wash the comforter when they were done this morning, and she was so turned-on that she knew if she flexed her Kegel muscles she’d come. What was the harm in letting him have some fun with this? It wasn’t abuse, and she knew that. Van worshipped the ground she walked on.

  He stepped away and slid her PJs down, then lifted each ankle to remove them, licking the back of her calves as he did so. She whimpered now, unable to stop the noises. When he trailed his tongue up the backs of her legs, she bent over and rested her chest on the bed without him telling her to do it again. He moved to the headboard and pulled two pillows out from underneath the blankets, then slid them under her hips so that her ass was in the air. She tensed, thinking he would start flogging her, but instead she was rewarded with his hands alternating between slaps and caresses on both ass cheeks.

  “Van…”

  “Tell me to stop and I will. I don’t want to hurt you. I want this to be fun for you.” His voice was dark and rough now, and she knew he was close to the edge himself.

  “I don’t want you to stop.”

  She counted three seconds of absolute silence, and then he lifted her up and turned her to face him, cupping her face with both hands, and gazing at her with so much intensity and longing that she had to blink back tears. “I love you so fucking much. You know that. And I know you love me, too. Let me try this. Please. I promise I will not hurt you. You can even have a safeword like all your friends do. I want to make love to you but I also want to spank your gorgeous, sexy ass, and I want to smack it with this flogger, and I…I don’t know what else. I only know I’m dying here just to try this. Please. Please say ‘yes.’”

  Rowena’s breath came in short gasps as she stared into her husband’s eyes. She wanted this, too. It was time to stop fucking around and give it a shot. All the longing she’d felt for years came bubbling up and she didn’t know what to do with it, so she grabbed the waistband of his sweats and tugged at it, pulling the pants down to expose his swollen cock. Then she grasped his dick in both hands and smiled. “In that case, you’d best punish my ass because I have been a very, very bad girl.”

  Chapter Two

  Van almost came. His dick actually throbbed now. He’d worshipped this vibrant woman for so long that there were still days he could hardly believe he was married to her. All their friends lived a BDSM lifestyle, and while Van couldn’t imagine asking Rowena to kneel at his feet every morning or call him “Master,” he’d been aching to add some kink to their sex life for ages. But she’d always resisted, even going so far one day this past summer as to tell him that if he tried to put her over his knee and spank her, she’d hand him his balls.

  She was a feisty redhead with big green eyes, courtesy of a mother who was as Irish as they came, and he loved that side of her. But he’d had this longing to dominate her in the bedroom for such a long time, that right now he could barely contain himself. She’d been so open to the possibility on Halloween, and he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it since that day.

  They’d even won a cock ring and a dildo at Indulgence during the party in a ring toss game that had been one of Nash’s strokes of pure creativity. But they were still in the dresser, unopened. In fact, he should probably dig them out now before there was no blood left in his brain and he forgot about them. “Don’t move, gorgeous. I have to get something.”

  “What?”

  He sprinted across the room, which wasn’t easy with his cock throbbing. “Hang on. You’ll see.” He’d never used a cock ring, but how difficult could it be to figure out? He restored existing homes and built new ones from the ground up. Surely he could figure out a piece of soft leather. He also grabbed the bottle of lube they used for anal, and some condoms, just in case. He only used them for anal, unless they did that in the shower. To hell with Christmas dinner later at his in-laws’ house on Ponderosa Pine Lane, two streets over. He’d rather spend the day with his wife, alone in this big house. There were still a few rooms they hadn’t had sex in.

  He opened both packages and put some lube on the cock ring, then slipped it over his dick, wincing. Yeah. Not sure about this. He removed it for now and instead slathered the eight-inch, thick dildo with lube, then teased the opening to her pussy with it. “Do you know what this is?”

  “I know it’s not your cock. Is it that toy we won?”

  “Bingo. You win.” He slid it inside, slowly, and when she grasped fistfuls of the comforter and moaned, it was all he could do not to plunge his dick in beside the toy. He fucked her with it for a few moments, then took it out and spanked her ass cheeks again, harder this time, alternating.

  “Oh God,” she whispered. “That is so fucking hot.”

  “You’re actually admitting that you like this?”

  “Yes.”

  He slid the dildo in again and fucked her with it, out of his mind with need at the sight of her squirming on the bed and bucking her hips toward him. Her soft, sexy moans had always rendered him useless, and they worked their magic now. He pulled the dildo out again and stepped back from the bed as he picked up the flogger. It was now or never. He took a few deep breaths, trying to remember everything Nash had taught him, and then he swung it hard and true so that the falls landed across both ass cheeks at once. Van grinned at the accuracy of his throw. Nash would be so proud of him right now.

  “Oh holy shit.”

  “Too hard?” He would die rather than hurt her.

  “No…yes…no. I mean it doesn’t hurt. I thought it would but it doesn’t. I was just surprised. I like it.”

  Van couldn’t take much more, but he wanted so badly to do this for her. He grabbed her hair again and tugged, then bent to lick her neck. When she moaned loudly, all he wanted to do was fuck her. “Do you really? Do you like it enough to let me give you say…twenty swats?”

  “Oh…yes. Twenty is good. I can take that.”

  He pumped his fist in the air, swishing the flogger along with it. “And then do you know what I’m going to do to you?”

  “What? Tell me…please.”

  “I’m going to fuck you in the pussy with my real dick and in the ass with this dildo at the same time. You can pretend you’re one of your kinky friends, getting fu
cked by two guys at once.”

  She giggled. “I don’t want any other guy fucking me. Only you.”

  He let go of her hair and smiled at her words. He had no clue how Nash and the others shared their subs with another man, but more power to them. For him, though, there was no fucking way he could ever do it. He picked up the dildo and held it close to her face, deepening his voice to pretend it was the toy talking. “Awww, my feelings are hurt. Don’t you love me, too?”

  Her giggles were full-blown laughs now. “Of course I love you. All right. You can fuck me, too.”

  “Oh thank you. You won’t regret it.” He loved making her laugh.

  She was still chuckling as he began to flog her again, and thankfully it didn’t take more than a few strikes until those giggles turned to moans. She made him feel like the biggest stud on the planet. He’d been a player in high school, but in secret he’d only wanted Rowena. And now he had her. All of her. And all he wanted to do was spend every minute of every day making her happy.

  * * * *

  Rowena clutched at the comforter and clenched her ass cheeks as Van struck her with the flogger. It didn’t hurt at all. She’d thought it would, because her friends told her that the hard leather ones certainly did. But this wasn’t hard leather. It was deerskin, and Van had said that Nash told him it was perfect for a beginner. When he got to twenty, she didn’t want him to stop. “Keep going.”

  “What?” The tone of his voice sounded as though he wasn’t sure he’d heard her correctly.

  “I said keep going. Please?” None of her friend would talk to their Doms that way. They’d ask for more, or say “green” or something like that. Rowena almost giggled as she had an image of using colors to communicate with Van in the bedroom like he was a stoplight. Would he enjoy that, or would he think it was silly? Why hadn’t she paid more attention to all the things her friends had told her? And why had they never described how fucking hot this was? Or had they, and she’d simply blocked it out?

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, I like it. It doesn’t hurt. It feels like a deep tissue massage.”

  “How many more do you want?”

  She opened her mouth and then closed it again. She didn’t want to make that choice. It would be more fun if he chose a number and she had to submit to it. Shivers ran up and down her spine at the thought of that. Where had it come from? She had no clue, but she liked it. “You choose.”

  “Don’t say that to me.” Hands caressed her tender ass cheeks and the backs of her legs. She sucked in a sharp breath he slid them under her torso and grabbed her breasts. “If you do, I may not want to stop. I don’t want to hurt you, but this is so fucking hot.”

  “It is for me, too. Honestly it is.”

  “Then ten more. No. Thirty. Can you take thirty more to make it an even fifty? Is that too many?”

  She smiled. Van liked things to make sense, number-wise. That was part of the reason he was so good at his job. “I’ll take them. I want to.”

  He slid his hands over her ass again, and then one long finger slipped inside her pussy while another slid into her asshole. Rowena groaned loudly and tossed her head back. She wanted him to fill her up in both holes and fuck her silly until she couldn’t walk.

  “You have the sexiest ass I’ve ever seen.”

  “Make it red. Flog me until it’s red, for Christmas.”

  “Oh, Jesus Christ…” His voice sounded like he was barely hanging on. His fingers came out, and she heard the whine of the flogger a split second before it landed across her ass again. She moaned as her pussy contracted in tiny spasms.

  She lost count of the throws, and the deep-massage sensation began to get uncomfortable, but it was so arousing that her moans became whispered, incomprehensible words. The sensations were all mixed up in some crazy emotion that Rowena had no label for. She’d never experienced it. But now that she had, she knew there was no going back. She wanted this again.

  When Van stopped, his tongue licked her sore ass cheeks, her asshole, and her wet slit. “You should see your ass. I should take a picture. It’s so fucking red.”

  She didn’t answer him. She couldn’t. If he didn’t fuck her soon she’d go out of her mind. She heard the lube bottle again and then the wet dildo slid into her asshole. He pushed his cock into her pussy and she screamed as the craziest orgasm she’d ever had rocked her body. He fucked her ass with the toy and her pussy with his dick. She wasn’t used to the fullness in both holes, but she loved it now. His cock felt larger than normal, and she managed to ask if he’d put on the cock ring.

  “Yeah. You like it? I’m not sure I do.”

  “I like it.” She almost squealed in delight as she realized his wearing the cock ring meant he’d be able to do this for a long time, not that she’d ever had any complaints in that department. Her orgasm was still going strong when he reached under with one hand and played with her nipples. She planted her feet again and grabbed on to the comforter as he pounded her from behind. Her ass was getting tender inside, and her pussy was sore, but she didn’t care. This was the best damn Christmas morning she’d ever had, and there was no way she was going to stop him.

  He pulled out the dildo and then withdrew his cock before he turned her onto her back. She gazed up into his face, wincing as she watched him pull off the cock ring. His dick was almost purple. “Are you all right?”

  He nodded. Sweat dripped down his face as he lifted her onto the bed completely and crawled on top of her. “Yeah. Just need to finish. Please tell me I can.”

  “You can do anything to me that you want.”

  “Oh God, baby. I love you so fucking much.” He plunged his dick into her pussy again. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, pulling him close as possible as he fucked her roughly and deeply. When she came again, he did, too, and their combined cries filled the room.

  They lay in each other’s arms like that for long moments, and Rowena closed her eyes to listen to the sound of their breathing return to normal. Tomorrow, she was going downtown to Sassy Brassy and buying every damn flogger and paddle in the store.

  Chapter Three

  Rowena and Van arrived at her parents’ house almost two hours late. She’d texted her mom and told her they’d be late, and not to hold dinner on their account, but her mom had done exactly that. So by the time they walked in, her nephews, Chuck, Gary and Keith, aka the demon spawn from hell, ran around the living room with chocolate smeared on their hands and faces. Cindi, their mother, gave Rowena a dirty look, which Rowena ignored. She only spoke to her sister-in-law when absolutely necessary, and was totally unfazed by Cindi’s facial expressions.

  Tom, Cindi’s husband and Rowena’s youngest brother, watched football from the recliner in the corner with a glazed look on his face. Rowena doubted he even knew his sons were in the same room, and she was positive he had no clue his wife had given them chocolate.

  Her older sister Emma’s voice could be heard from the kitchen, admonishing her daughter, Sasha, about something to do with eating three pieces of mincemeat pie before dinner.

  “But I’m starving!” Only a thirteen-year-old girl could whine like that in a voice so high-pitched Rowena was certain it interfered with air traffic navigation.

  Her father rose from the sofa and opened his arms, not for a hug, but in a gesture of gratitude. “Hey, everyone! They’re finally here. Now we can eat.”

  “And Merry Christmas to you, too, Bill,” muttered Van, as her father swept past them toward the dining room.

  Rowena chuckled at Van’s comment while she watched her nephews race each other after their grandfather, with Cindi in tow, yelling at them in a voice Rowena was certain they’d already learned to ignore. She gazed into Van’s eyes and he winked at her. “And everyone asks me why we don’t have kids.”

  “We should film this and show it to them when they ask. They’d understand.” He pulled her close and nuzzled her neck as he whispered, “Not that I want to stop boinking you, of course.
”

  She giggled as images from the morning rose in her mind. After the flogging session, they’d taken a very long shower, complete with more sex. When Van woke up two hours later, he’d been in a panic, but she hadn’t been. She’d merely texted her mom to let her know they’d be late.

  Her mom came out of the kitchen to greet them, and Van released Rowena so she could hug her mother. As she did, she inhaled the combined scents of flour and gravy.

  “We held dinner for you.”

  She pulled away and eyed the stains on her mother’s apron. “I can see that. I told you not to bother.”

  “Don’t be silly. Come in and sit down before they all die of starvation. The boys, especially, have been driving me nuts.”

  Van kissed her cheek. “Merry Christmas. You should have just fed them early.”

  Her mother rolled her eyes. “Cindi wouldn’t let me.” She lowered her voice. “She said they have to learn table manners. Then again, the chocolate cookies I made weren’t off limits for some strange reason.”

  Rowena snorted and Van laughed loudly. “Table manners?” he asked. “It’s a bit late for that, isn’t it? Those three are more suited to the watering hole.” He held out his arm. “Come on, Katrina. I’ll escort you safely across the savanna.”

  Rowena smiled as she watched her mother laugh then take Van’s arm. It was rare to see her smile let alone laugh, and her heart filled with pride at how easily Van could make her do both. He always had been a charmer.

  When they were finally seated, her father made a show out of saying grace, during which Sasha checked the e-mails on her phone and Cindi’s boys punched each other in the arm. Rowena watched everyone pass bowls and platters. “Where’s Jake? Is he coming later today?” Of all her siblings, she’d always been closest to her older brother, though his job in Chicago didn’t afford him much time off, but he made an effort to come home for the holidays each year.