Free Darker by Ashe Barker

promise. I need you, Nathan. I need you to help me. Please don’t stop helping me, caring about me.”
    “Caring comes easy, love. You’ve got that, always. And I’ll help you if I can. For as long as you’re here, as long as we’re together, I’ll be on your side. Okay? Believe me?”
    “Yes, I believe you.” I love you. As long as I’m here. As long as I live.
    His voice is firmer now, the gentle lover receding. “Earlier, when I pulled you into the bath, you were…what? Being cocky? Defiant? Playing with me? Challenging me? Not very sub-like, Miss Byrne. I think you were feeling a little over-confident, yes? That it would be okay to push me a little?”
    “Yes. I’m sorry.”
    “And I crushed it. Scared you. Put out the spark? Drowned it, I suppose would be more accurate?”
    “Yes. Maybe. I didn’t think of it like that.”
    “I never want to squash your spark, Eva. It’s just a role. You do know that, don’t you? Play-acting. We both play our parts, and it’s fun. Well, I enjoy myself.” He tips my chin up with his finger to look into my eyes, his questioning gaze light now, teasing.
    “Me too.” I smile, still a bit watery but managing to pull myself together.
    “It’s okay to be cocky. To say whatever you like to me. Always. I want you to know that. When we’re in Dom-sub mode there are rules and I’ll come on strong, intimidate you. Scare you, possibly. That’s not real, though, never serious. But there’s this other connection we have, these moments we have when you cry sometimes, usually when my cock’s still inside you, like now.”
    Christ, how could I have forgotten that?
    He nuzzles my neck as he continues, “When you share your secrets with me, when I listen, try to understand you. And that is real, that’s not a game. And I want you to know you’ll always be safe with me. Whether we’re playing or not. Does that make sense?”
    I nod. No words can help me to express the shell of safeness, of well-being he is building around me, within me. My gratitude, my appreciation, my sheer bloody wonder that he wants to be bothered. I put my arms around his neck and just squeeze him, tight. It’s enough, he knows. And soon enough he eases me back around, careful not to let us disengage, and I am once more draped over him, my back against his chest as he feathers his clever, caring fingers across my body once more, my breasts, my tummy, stroking through the curls covering my pubic bone to slide between my legs.
    For a few minutes the sensation is one of calm relaxation, before desire insistently kicks in again. It does for him too, as I feel his cock harden, growing and stiffening, stretching me from within. If anything, if it were possible, he feels even bigger this time. Despite my now far from virgin state I’m not sure I can manage this. I start to protest…
    “It’s okay love. You’re okay. You’re just very, very sensitive just now and it feels bigger. Enjoy. This is going to be one hell of a ride.” Gently placing my hands back on the opposite rim he kneels up, and holding my hips firmly thrusts. Hard. I scream. He thrusts again, and again. And again. The pounding picks up a rhythm and I start to push back, strengthening the friction, pushing the pace. It’s deep, powerful, relentless, made more raw by the pent-up passion now released, now surging though me after his emotional dam-busting exercise of a few minutes ago. I hang onto the bath and take it, take him, all of him. God, it’s absolutely wonderful and my screams of pleasure are ringing around the room, drowning out Milos’ efforts. My climax hits me moments before he collapses into his, and seconds later I am hanging onto the side of the bath, my cheek pressed against the warm teak, and I’m sucking in air as my senses slowly return.
    “Okay, Miss Byrne. Work to do. Time to move on before we both end up like little wrinkled prunes.” Sliding out of me at last, he pinches my bum, hard enough to make me squeal