Page 8 of Enchant Me

“With me,” he says, extending his hand, his voice rigid with command. I take it, and he leads me to the pommel horse. His suit hangs over it, and he picks it up in a bundle, moving it quickly to the mat. “Bend over,” he orders, “arms around the handles.”

I do as he says, and he steps behind me, his hands stroking the curve of my ass. “You’re so beautiful,” he says, sliding his hands lower until he reaches the back of my knees, then sliding his palms up until he encounters the raised flesh of the scars on my inner thighs. “So, so beautiful,” he murmurs, as I close my eyes and lose myself in the feel of him, this man I trust more than anyone.

“But you’ve been naughty, baby, haven’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.” Just saying the words send shivers of awareness coursing through me.

“Maybe I should spank you.” As he speaks, he’s rubbing slow, gentle circles on my ass. “What do you think?”

I think that I’m a hairsbreadth from coming right then, but all I say is, “Whatever you think best, Sir.”

I hear him suck in air. “Good girl,” he says as his hand breaks contact, only to land again a moment later, a harsh smack on my tender ass. I cry out, relishing the sting, that enticing combination of pleasure and pain, then moan aloud when his palm once again gently rubs my ass, as if soothing away the sting.

He bends over me, and I feel his cock pressing against my rear, obviously free from his briefs. “I think you need another, baby. But first I want you to spread your legs.”

I do, and I feel his cock slide against my pussy, teasing me with the promise of pleasure to follow the pain. I whimper, rocking my hips, rubbing myself along his cock.

“Definitely a bad girl,” he teases. “Naked and wanting to get fucked, and any knowing all too well that anyone could just walk right in here.”

For a moment, I freeze, because he’s right. The gym door doesn’t have a lock—there’s no point. But I relax almost immediately. No one on staff will come in when the door is closed, and Damien knows that as well as I do. But I can’t deny that the fantasy makes me even more wet.

“It turns you on, doesn’t it, baby? The thought of getting caught?”

“Yes,” I admit, as he leans back, then rubs my other ass cheek before landing another smack that has me gasping from the sweet sting of pleasure.

“That’s it, baby.”

“Please,” I beg. “Damien, please.”

“Please, what?”

“Please touch me. Please fuck me.”

“Like this?” he asks, slipping his fingers between my legs. I’m so wet, he easily slides three inside me, and I writhe shamelessly, wanting him deeper and harder.

“Yes,” I murmur. “Oh, God, yes.”

“Or maybe like this,” he whispers, then eases his fingers out of me, grazing them along my perineum to my ass, then teasing the sensitive area with his fingertip. “Should I take you like this? Hard and fast?”

“Oh, God, Damien. Yes.”

“Mmm,” he says, then bends over. “Soon, but not here. Turn around, baby.”

I do, and he nods to the floor mat. “Elbows and knees,” he orders. “I want you at my mercy, baby. Your pleasure in my hands.”

I don’t answer, but my body fires even more as I comply and he kneels behind me. I’m desperately ready, but even so I’m not ready for him to enter me with one hard thrust. It fills me completely, especially when he pulls my hips back so that he’s buried inside me, and I’m about to lose my mind it feels so amazing.

Then unbelievably more amazing when he reaches around and teases my clit as he thrusts into me, whispering that he loves me, that he owns me, that he will always protect me.

And when he orders me to, “Come now, baby, now,” it’s as if I have no will of my own, and I explode, my whole body shuddering as Damien explodes inside me, and I’m pretty sure my soul has escaped. I feel full of light, full of love. And, yes, full of hope in the knowledge that together Damien and I can face anything. We may not be able to manipulate the world as we want it, but together we can damn well survive it.

We’re both limp, collapsed in a heap on the workout mats.

His breath tickles my neck as we spoon together. “God, I love you,” he says as I snuggle closer.

“Me, too, Mr. Stark.” I sigh, then roll over to face him, the touch of humor I see on his face centering me even more.

“Better?” he asks.