Chapter One Hundred Thirteen They were waiting for Mulder to arrive so Bryn could go to work. Part of Anton chafed that his wife couldn't go places alone. But with the threats that Natasha had made, it would be better this way. But he needed to be told about her pregnancy. He hadn't been at the party when it was announced, and he didn't think the werewolves had told him. Bryn stepped down the stairs carefully, carrying Max in one arm while holding the railing with the other. She hadn't been able to do much with her make-up; her eyes were still puffy from that morning. But she wore a nice suit to make up for it, figuring that she might as well get use out of the clothes while she could still fit into them. Dressed in his Tommy Hilfiger shirt and cords, Max was wide awake and ready to go see Jess. "I'm nervous," she said, as she caught sight of Anton in the kitchen. "I don't know why. I don't think Justin will be too upset. But I think he expected me to keep the job longer than nine months." Anton shrugged. "He's required by law to hold the job for you if you want it after you've given birth, my dear. And it's not our problem if he's upset. It's a fact of life that women get pregnant and need time off to have the baby. There's nothing he can do to stop you." She frowned, settling Max down on the couch. She made sure he was well away from the edge before grabbing the cup of tea Anton had made for her. "I'm not taking time off to have the baby. When I'm close to my due date, I'm quitting the gallery. I don't want to go back. I'll have two babies to take care of, and that's more than enough work for me. Justin will have to find someone else." Anton nodded. "I'm one hundred percent behind whatever you decide to do, my dear. Be it stay at home for the rest of your life, or have a thousand jobs through eternity." He sat down and was getting comfortable when there was a knock on the front door. "That'll be Mr. Mulder. No, I'll get it," he said when she started to stand up. Passing by and giving both her and Max a quick kiss, he headed for the foyer. Bryn listened to the muffled words coming from the foyer, looking for any sort of hesitance in Anton's voice. She knew he wasn't exactly wild about Mulder being her bodyguard, but she hoped he'd get past his initial discomfort. Luckily, he didn't sound any different than normal to her. "Bryn, look who's here." She turned, setting her mug down on the coffee table at the same time. "Hello, Mr. Mulder." "I think I would feel more comfortable if you call me Mulder. Mr. Mulder was my father. Besides, that's too much of a mouthful to say every time." "Okay, Mulder." She smiled. "Would you like something to drink?" "No, thank you. Actually, I'm ready to go whenever you are." And indeed he was. She'd thought he looked different today, and now she knew why. Inside the light jacket he wore, he was wearing a holstered gun. She had to wonder if Anton had noticed. Although she'd been around guns before, she suddenly felt a little woozy. He was carrying that because of her--to protect her. And the idea that he might need to use it made the threat against her feel terrifyingly real. She hadn't wanted to acknowledge that before. Now she had no choice. "A-Actually...we need to talk to you first." "Okay." Mulder took the chair that Anton waved at as the vampire sat down besides Bryn. he noticed something was up the way Anton put his arm around his wife, protectively pulling her close. "Is there a problem? Have you changed your mind about me acting as bodyguard?" "No," Anton said. He still wasn't crazy about Mulder watching over his wife. But Bryn needed protection, and the former FBI agent might be just the person to do it. "You said that we'd need to discuss everything, with you, so we're sharing something that will become obvious soon." Anton looked down at Bryn, a warm smile lighting his features. "Bryn's pregnant." Mulder stared at them, clearly shocked, then looked down at Max, then back up again. "You--again--wow." Bryn smiled. That was the reaction she'd been hoping for when they told everyone else. At least they'd gotten it from someone. "Yeah. Wow." "That's...yeah, wow. Congratulations." He stood up, stepping forward to shake Anton's hand. He then gave Bryn a light hug. Still scratching his head in contemplation, he wandered back to sit down. "So...what does this mean? I mean, other than the obvious." "The danger for her hasn't decreased," he said, watching her reaction. "If anything it is greater now. There are those who consider Max a threat, and would consider this child even more so." He didn't want to scare Bryn, but it had to be said. Bryn swallowed but didn't otherwise react. It wasn't anything she hadn't heard before. Anton had even mentioned possibly taking her into hiding. And although the thought terrified her, it was also very appealing. To just take their son and disappear together. She'd always envied Jess's family and their ability to Change. If danger came their way, they could live the lives of wolves, letting nature be their refuge, their sanctuary. It wouldn't be so easy for her and Anton. But she knew it was a definite possibility. Leaning back into his embrace, she met his gaze. Telling him with her eyes that she would go anywhere he led her. Would do anything he asked. Anton squeezed his arm around her, letting Bryn know that her message had been received. And he would follow her anywhere she lead him. Mulder nodded. "I'll be certain to be extra alert. Other than this Natasha person, is there anyone else I need to be concerned about?" Resting her hand on Max's back, Bryn smiled at him as he looked up at her. She gently rubbed his back through his shirt and said, "Everyone, Mulder." She met the man's gaze. "I'm not completely safe with anyone but Max and Anton." Anton appeared to be slowly disappearing behind a mound of paperwork. He was reviewing candidate applications for Chandra's old job. The problem wasn't a lack of applicants. The problem was that there were so many fighting for the same position. There were four piles, to read, call back, maybes, and definite no's. When the phone rang, it took a moment of searching to find it. "Yes?" Mulder's voice sounded a bit tired. "Bryn's on her way up to see you," he said. "I'll be waiting down here in the parking lot." "Okay. Thanks for the heads up." Anton hung up the phone and sat back and stretched. He wondered why Bryn was coming to see him at work. Not that he minded at all. She knocked on his door about five minutes later, after finally finishing her conversation with the security guards. She had been warmed to realize that they were concerned about her safety too--they had all sorts of questions about Mulder. Bryn was beginning to understand why Anton had hired them. They were just as stubborn as he was. "Anybody here?" she asked as she opened Anton's door, teasing, although she could see him clearly. "Did a filing cabinet throw up on you?" "Very funny, my dear." Anton got up and walked around his desk. "I was just thinking about you." As he pulled her into his arms, he pressed his nose to her skin and inhaled deeply before placing a gentle nip on her neck. "How was work today, Bryn?" "Hmm...depends on who you ask." She didn't let him go until he'd kissed her. Even then she kept a hold on his hand. "If you ask Mulder, it was probably extremely boring. If you ask my boss, it was probably unnerving. As for myself, I thought it was distracting. None of us could figure out what to do about Mulder, so he spent the night followed me around everywhere I went...including the bathroom. Luckily he only checked to make sure I was alone and then waited outside." "That's good to know," he said, with a slight shake of his head. "Did you actually get any work done?" "Yeah, I did." Bryn leaned against his desk. "I made a sale. I managed to convince the buyers that Mulder was an intern and he was there to observe my work. I think that if that client had gone home with nothing, I might've been worrying about my job. Although he didn't exactly say it, I don't think Justin was at all pleased that Mulder was there." "Nothing can be done about that, my dear. You explained to him that Mulder was there to protect you?" When Bryn nodded, Anton kissed her again. "Then he'll have to adapt." He tugged her over to his desk and sat down in the chair, pulling her onto his lap. "Did you tell him that you were pregnant?" "Yeah. He looked really surprised. I guess he's used to people waiting longer than five months." She grinned at him. Reaching up to pull the clip out of her hair, she shook her head slightly to release the long tresses from the twist she'd worn it in. "Anyway, he said we'd take it on a day-to-day basis. If I wasn't feeling well, I'd be free to go home, just so long as I try to make up the time lost...or bring in a new painting." Anton couldn't resist. He started to run his fingers through her hair, combing out the soft curls and twists in it. "Somehow, given how your paintings are selling, I think he's getting the better end of the deal. But then, if that means you can sneak home early, I might be getting the better end of the deal." Anton glanced over at the security camera, biting back a sigh. Bryn followed his gaze, then grinned. "You know, I think you really need your own executive bathroom, sugar. One without a camera installed...and maybe even a shower." Still smiling, she reached for his telephone. "How do I call the security office?" The blush that suddenly suffused his cheeks was really adorable. "You--" He cleared his throat. "Hit the first gray button." Pressing the receiver between her ear and shoulder, she pushed the button. "Security," came Alex's voice. "Hi, it's Bryn." "Hello, Bryn. The guards told me that you stopped by." He had been informed of a 'strange man' having been spotted with Bryn in the parking lot. And he had made a cryptic comment about them not coming any stranger than Mulder. in response. "What can I do for you?" "Alex, could you do me a favor?" she asked, nearly giggling when she saw the look on Anton's face. "Could you turn off the security camera in Anton's office for the next...oh, say, twenty minutes or so? We're going to be polishing his desk for while and he doesn't want the sexual harassment suit that might come along with an audience." Alex couldn't help but chuckle, especially when it looked like Anton was about to have a heart attack. "Sure, give me a call when you're done." He flipped a switch, grinning as the screen went dark. "Have fun," he said and hung up. Anton meantime, just stared at Bryn with wide eyes. "I can't believe you did that, my dear." She smiled as she set the handset down in its cradle. "I guess I'm getting bold in my old age. Besides, I'm full of bravado when I can't see his face. The minute I go downstairs I'm going to turn the same color as ketchup." Leaning closer, she gently pressed her lips to his. "You can keep running your fingers through my hair. I like that." Anton smiled at her, the blush still radiating on his cheeks. He leaned forward to kiss her lips, slipping his tongue into her mouth. He tasted her carefully, memorizing her texture. "If we're going to polish my desk," her murmured against her mouth, "can we move the paperwork first?" "I suppose so, if we have to." Pushing herself to her feet, she reached for a stack of papers and placed it perpendicular on top of another. "What are these anyway?" "Applications, for Chandra's job." "Oh." She knew that was a sore subject, so she didn't push it any further than necessary. "Looks like it's keeping you busy. You know, you could bring some of these home with you. I'd be happy to help you go through them. I'd rather have you bring work home if you can than stay here all alone." "Hmmm..." Anton hummed, considering. "But if I brought them home, you'd say that I was working too hard, and then would go about distracting me." Anton's hand strayed down her neck to end up cupping her breast. "But then there are advantages to that as well..." His thumb rightly stroked over her nipple, coaxing it to a stiff peak. Her eyes slipped closed, and her mouth went slack, as she leaned into his touch. Swallowing heavily, she said, "Who's the one distracting whom?" She opened her eyes, glancing down at his hand and then meeting his gaze. "I was innocently putting away paperwork here." "Well, if you don't want me to--" "I never said that." She grabbed his wrist before he could pull his hand away. "Doesn't matter to me if you clear the desk with one arm." Tucking her fingers under his waistband, she tugged him closer. "Actually, if you want to just lay down on the papers, I can do that, too." He considered it for a moment, but he didn't want to have to be explaining the odd stains on the paperwork to both interviewers and interviewees. "Give me a moment to clean up, my dear." Reluctantly, he let go of her and urged her up and off his lap. Anton took the pile of papers and stacked them together, rotating each section ninety degrees. He then put them on the floor, out of harms way. The way he bent though displayed his ass for Bryn. She bit her lip to keep from laughing and swatted him on the ass. "You're such a tease! One of these days you're going to do that and I'll take a picture...then everyone will know how you taunt me." He grinned as he stood up to grab the laptop and his phone. "You sure you want to share?" "Good point. Maybe I'll just pinch you on the ass instead." She reached for him and giggled when he quickly danced out of the way. Taking care of his pencil sharpener, pen holder, and various other items, she grabbed an armload and set them all carefully on the floor. Finally reaching the blotter, she noticed he'd penciled in their appointment with Dr. Anne on Thursday. "Are you planning on coming to work after the appointment? I told Justin I'd take the night off." "I wasn't planing on coming in, my dear, in case we wanted to celebrate the good news some more. Plus, it would be a good time to go out to dinner." Anton picked up the picture of Bryn and Max he kept by his computer and carefully set them down. With a rakish grin, he hopped up on the desk, one leg dangling, the other thigh resting parallel along the edge, leaning back on his elbows. She knew she had a huge grin on her face, but she couldn't help it. "You're just so damned cute, I want to devour you instead!" Pushing him down flat on his back, she backed on to the desk and crawled over to straddle him on her knees. Her hair was hanging around her face like a curtain as she hovered over him. "Prepare to be feasted upon." Mouth open, she attacked his neck, nibbling and biting until he squirmed and laughed. He couldn't help but wriggle against her. Her weight against him was delicious, a warm comforting, yet arousing sensation. Her hair brushing against his skin caused a delightful tickle to race through his frame. Anton reached up to pull her body closer, hands wandering over back, never quite reaching down to her ass, but coming teasingly close. She nipped her way up his chin, ending with a final bite right at the tip. Smiling at him, she sat up straight and reached for the zipper on his slacks. "I think somebody's anxious to come out and play with me." Lifting up one flap up, she looked into his fly. "Hello in there!" Anton chuckled as he watched her. "Having fun, my dear?" "I'm about to." Scooting back a bit on the oversized antique, she carefully tugged his cock free of his pants. "Mmm, you're looking well today, Moby. And I've missed you so much, I think I'll give a nice big kiss." Anton's head dropped back against the desk as Bryn softly kissed the crown of his cock. His hand slid down to cup the back of her head as she then drew him in her mouth. She was hot and wet. In other words, sheer heaven. "Moby does seem to have missed you a lot, my dear." She made a soft humming sound, enjoying the taste of him. His skin always tasted delicious, but here, with the light fluid of his pre-cum starting to flow, he was making her mouth water. She swallowed as much of him as she could without gagging, wishing that reflex had never been invented. His fingers curved over her scalp, lightly digging in every time she tugged on his cock with her lips. Releasing him from her mouth, she bent to suck at the skin leading to his balls. Lapping and nibbling at him as he twitched beneath her. Anton let out a soft moan, hips pushing towards Bryn. Sometimes it surprised him when she did things he liked that they hadn't done before. But then he would remember that they had done it before - in her past lives. Anton lifted his head and gave her a crooked smile. "You know, my dear, if you turned around, I could be doing the same to you." "Too true." Scooting forward a bit, she crawled off of him and then pivoted around to straddle him in the opposite direction. Grinning, she wiggled her ass at him. "I was going to go panty-less today, just for you, but by the time I talked myself into it, I was already so wet I didn't think I'd be able to handle four more hours of it. Guess you'll just have to lick your way under the satin." Anton didn't verbally respond, but worked on pulling the black skirt up over her hips. He smiled when he saw her red satin panties. Lifting his head, he began lapping at her inside thighs and then nipping at the fabric, slowly tugging it down. All the while squirming under her ministrations Finally growing impatient, he used his hands to peel her underwear off before licking a wet stripe up her sex. Bryn gasped, her knees slipping apart on the desk until she almost sat on him. Quickly regaining her balance, she lifted up a bit and smiled at him over her shoulder. "Sorry." She heard him laugh softly as she went back to her task, lapping and sucking on his scrotum. She could see his anus tightening and pulling in with each tug of her mouth, and she touched it with her finger, gently rubbing in a small circle. Anton pressed his mouth against her sex and moaned softly. His hands tightened on her hips, holding her in place so he could control when and where he touched. This tongue flicked against her clit repeatedly and then stabbed deeply into her sex, searching for that one spot that made her whimper. All the while his hips were twitching, trying to draw attention back to his cock. She was starting to sweat, her hair lightly clinging to her face. She had a firm grasp of his slacks, her hands fisted in each pant leg, anchoring herself for his sweet torture. Tilting her body back a bit, she took his cock in her mouth once more, sucking firmly, taking as much of him in her mouth as she could. [Just over a year ago, I never would've believed I'd be having oral sex with billionaire business man on desk. Or having his second child, either. I can't wait to go to my high school reunion...] Anton's hips moved in a slow, steady rhythm in counterpoint to his tongue. Letting go of her hips, he moved his hands to her ass to spread her a little wider. He moaned again, letting her feel the vibrations against her skin. It was difficult for him to believe that there was a life tucked inside her, one that he had a hand in making, again. Bryn whimpered, pulling away from his cock as she lightly panted. She wasn't sure what she wanted more...to keep moving with this intense foreplay, seeing it through to fruition, or to turn around to face him and slide down to fully envelope him with her sex. Either way she was sure to win, but suddenly looking in his eyes had more appeal. "No more," she said, lifting away from him. She began turning to face him. "I want you now." He had tried to pull her hips back until she said she wanted him. Instead he raised his knees to help support her and helped her turn around. He guided her as she lowered herself onto his cock. Releasing her hips, he undid the buttons of her jacket and slid his hands up her stomach to cup her breasts. "Mmm...This is nice." She sat there staring at him, realizing just how defined his brown eyes were by the office light. She could see the starburst pattern of his irises, the way the color turned to gold around his pupils. Those same eyes turned to brilliant amber when when he was angry...or hungry. Yet there was an entirely different hunger in his eyes now. "Tell me something. Something that will make me melt." He slowly squeezed her breasts, relishing their weight in his palms. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. And despite you finding me again and again and again, I still can't believe that you love me so much. That I am worthy of you. And that you've given me a beautiful son, and will be giving me a beautiful daughter." A slow smile spread across her face as she leaned forward to drape herself over him. Bryn softly kissed his mouth, holding his gaze. "And you still can't get it through your head that I worship the ground you walk on. I've saved almost every little note you've ever written me. I steal pens out of your desk just because they're yours. I love your beautiful hands and everything they touch. I can't stop smiling whenever I talk about you...and I do that a lot. I think I must be the luckiest girl in the whole wide world, because I have this wonderfully sweet, incredibly sexy, unbelievably gorgeous husband and he loves me more than anything in the whole wide world. And I love him just as much. And even better, he's my best friend and knows all my secrets, and let me be myself...because he thinks that's good enough." Anton smiled, freeing one hand to cup her cheek. "No, Sabryn, not because I think it's good enough. Because it is good enough." He pulled her closer and kissed her deeply as his hips started to flex. His hand gently combed through her hair and then started to trace around every vertebra, working his way towards her ass. She purred softly, gently undulating her body like a tide rolling over him. His mouth tasted delicious, like mints, and she knew she'd have to raid his desk later to find a few for herself. Pulling away from his lip with a suctioned pop, she smiled at him. "You know what I like the most? You let me be a dork when I need to be. When I need to act silly and play, you let me, and you even play with me...and you don't like I'm immature because of it. I love that. My parents wouldn't let me do that. I used to end up playing in my room all alone. I like having a friend to play with." For some reason, his words brought a tear to his eye. "I do like playing with you, my dear. And I'm so happy to be your friend, and more." His fingers played over her ass, teasing her crevice lightly before his fingers delved in. He gently stroked her perineum as his tongue tangled with hers. She felt tears well up in her eyes as well, and settled her face against his neck, pushing her hands under his arms to cup his shoulders from behind, squeezing him tight. "I love you so much, Anton. I'm so happy you finally found me." "I love you too, my dear. And I will never be parted from you again." His hips started driving faster into her sex. He nuzzled the stop of her head, and slipped his arm around her waist, working his hand under her jacket and pinning her against him. His other hand continued to tease her ass with slow strokes. She squirmed and whimpered, tightening her grip on him, using her hips to pull at him as she squeezed. He felt so damned good to hold on to, her anchor, her rock, and she wasn't about to let him go. Even so, she knew he would help her soar higher than the stars. Her breath was hot against his neck, washing back over her face. She cried out softly. "I've never wanted anything...as much as I want you." "You have me, my dear." His thrusts came more rapidly. Her weight and heat were draped over him like the finest and warmest of blankets. He could almost go to sleep, even though they were on his desk in his office instead of in their bed. "I'm yours." His hands tightened possessively on her flesh. "As much as you are mine." Her breath was coming out as moans and she dug her fingers into his shoulders. Lifting her upper body slightly, she started moving faster upon him, straining and back into his thrusts. Squeezing him as tightly as she could, she whined and shuddered, shaking in orgasm above him, her neck arched in ecstasy. He could feel her clenching around his cock, sweet shudders that seemed to resound throughout his body. He arched up beneath her, cumming deep in inside of her. He pulled her down against him, resting her forehead on his while he caught his breath. "You are so beautiful, my dear." Panting softly, she smiled at him. "Right back at you, sugar. So beautiful, and so very loved." Tilting her head slightly, she kissed his mouth and lingered there for a while. Finally, she met his gaze again. "If I help you reorganize your desk and collect all of those applications, will you bring them home and let me help you with them? Then maybe you can play with me afterwards?" "Mmmm...With an incentive like that, how can I say no?" He let out a soft sigh when she slipped out. As she sat up, Anton started smoothing her skirt back into place. "Of course, there's nothing saying we can't play some before." "Did I ever tell you I love the way you think?" Lindy left work very early for the trip. She hadn't been getting anything accomplished anyway. The drive seemed overly long and stressful. Although the traffic was light, those on the road were driving recklessly. Or maybe it was just because she wasn't paying very good attention. Whatever the case, she was keyed up when she finally found the place and she was pretty sure her nervousness would be more than obvious. The winery itself was either below ground or housed at a different end of the property. It might've been within the residence itself. All she could see in the darkness was rows upon rows of vines and a one-story hacienda that sprawled out into the distance. Pulling her car to a stop in the driveway, she stared at the house for a minute. She wasn't even sure he was here. But someone had noticed her arrival. The lights in the front courtyard turned on as a tall brown-haired man stepped out the door. He wore a plaid shirt and jeans, looking far more casual than Marrok had ever seemed to be. His cowboy boots were audible on the brick walkway as he headed towards her car. Taking a deep breath, Lindy turned off the engine and opened the door. "Can I help you?" he asked, before she'd even gotten out of the car. He stopped several feet from her, and it wasn't until she stood up that she saw he'd been followed distantly by a large dog. No, not a dog. Even in shadows, she could recognize it was a wolf, and those dimly glowing eyes told her it was Marrok. Watching her. Wary as ever. She kept her voice cool and professional, not giving any hint of the inner turmoil she was going through. It didn't do any good other than making her feel better. Marrok could probably smell her emotions at this distance. "I need to speak to Marrok Deschamps, please. It's an important, personal matter." The man looked her up and down dubiously. "This way," he said, gesturing to door. He silently lead Lindy through the living room of what looked like a comfortable, casual home and into a sparsely furnished office. She tried not to jump when he shut the door behind her. She was all too reminded of her time chained up in that shed, waiting for him to appear to taunt her. She heard muffled voices in the hallway a short while later, and wished she still had her wolf senses to hear what they were saying. Swallowing heavily, she glanced over at the window. It wouldn't be too hard to break out of the room if she had to. As relieving as that was, she still felt as nervous as a cat. Listening to heavy footsteps walking closer, she managed to keep still when the door opened. She glanced over to see Marrok, wearing only a pair of blue jeans, close the door behind him. He stopped and stared at her for a moment, and she had to look away from that intense gaze. She knew he was doing more than just looking. He was smelling and listening to her. Trying to guess her intentions before she ever opened her mouth. Walking around the desk, he grabbed the shirt loosely draped over the back of his chair. Slipping it on, he left it unbuttoned and sat down to face her. "This is a surprise." "Yes," she said. He was still staring at her, trying to intimidate her into dropping her eyes. Not this time. He wasn't in control now. This may be his territory, but she wouldn't let him intimidate her. She took a deep breath. "I thought what I have to say deserved a face to face meeting instead of a phone call." "When you released me," Lindy said without giving him a chance to respond, "I didn't just return to my life, pick up were I left off. I had nightmares, and I damn near destroyed my marriage before I was able to deal with my emotions." "Since last Tuesday, I've been reliving those emotions. The nightmares have started again. I can't do it, can't lie to my husband, my family, my friends. I can't bring him to see you and hide it from everyone else in my life. Maybe I should for Liam's sake, but I can't. And if it makes me a bad mother, then so be it. I don't want to cut you out of his life, but there has to be another way, because this one won't work." "I never told you to keep it a secret, Lindy. That was your decision." Tapping his fingers on the blotter, he smiled at her. "Although, I would be amused to hear your suggestions on how you're going to keep me in my son's life otherwise. Do you really think your husband will agree to it?" He shook his head. "Somehow I doubt it." "I know he won't agree to it, but he may have to accept it. I don't know how I'll do it, but I will." She had to admit that she was a but nonplussed. She had expected him to go into a snarling fit when she said that she wasn't going to meet him with Liam any more. "I'm sure you will. I was never worried about that, Lindy. You don't want violence any more than I do. But you're a smart woman. You're well aware of what will happen if you don't let me see my son." He lightly slapped his hand down with a sense of finality. He was still smiling that unnerving grin. "In which case, I'm sure you'll have thought of something by the fifteenth of this month. And you will let me know, won't you? You see, I loathe devious lying vampires and always have. It's in my blood, and has been for centuries, ever since one tried to kill my great-great-whatever-grandmother. Scum like that doesn't deserve to exist, let alone eternally. So why don't you do me a favor and show me that you can be trustworthy and are also worthy of the small amount of admiration I've given you. I'm sure it will make us both feel better." "That's why you've judged vampires worthy of death?" she said a bit incredulously. She wasn't ignoring his threat. But her curiosity was piqued. "Not because of what one did to you, but what one did to your ancestor?" "Of course not. That may be where the sentiment began, but I've had my prejudice proven worthy time and again in my own lifetime. Most recently, in fact, by a 'friend' of your husband's. Natasha, I believe her name was. I was approached with a deal many months ago. The disgusting hag actually thought I'd be attracted to her. That I'd want her in my bed. I can't even tell you how many showers it took to rid myself of that nightmare." He tilted his head. "I do hope you're keeping that type away from my son. I'd hate to have to intervene on his behalf." Her heart stopped when he said Natasha's name. Marrok knew Natasha? Maybe it was a good thing that he hated vampires so much. If he was actually working with her...she shuddered at the thought. "Trust me, we're keeping him as far away from her as possible. She's already tried to kill me and my sister-in-law. We wouldn't mind if you intervened on her." "Noted." He stood up, stepping aside before pushing his chair in. "Now, if you'll excuse me, it's past my daughter's bed time and I haven't yet said good night. Unless there is anything else you'd like to discuss, I'll bid you good-bye." She was being dismissed. Lindy nodded and stood as well. "Good evening, Marrok." She had just a little over a week to figure out something that would be satisfactory to Marrok but wouldn't send Nate on the warpath. Exactly what that something would be, she didn't have a clue yet. Bryn spent a bit shorter time than usual talking to Jess when she stopped to pick up Max. She knew Anton had driven straight home and would be there waiting for her. Maybe he'd even get a few more applications looked over before she got there. She couldn't wait to go home to him. He really was so much to be with. Weekends when they'd go grocery shopping together and play an unspoken version of tag between the aisle ways. She knew Max enjoyed it too, by the way he'd get breathless with giggles. If the particular store they went to had toys, they sometimes had more fun with them than Max did. Pulling her car into the garage, she said, "We're home, sweet pea. You'll get to say hi to Daddy before your nap today, huh?" She shut the car off and opened the door, reaching for her purse. Petunia greeted her briefly then ran over to the door to wait patiently to go inside. After unbuckling Max from his carseat, Bryn lifted him to her shoulder, grabbed his diaper bag and her purse, and followed Petunia to the door. "Daddy, we're home," she called out, as she entered the house. "I'm upstairs, my dear." Anton had finished laying out the last of the ties on the four corners of the bed. Her saying she wanted to "play" had given him an idea. So he had made sure to arrive home early to get ready. Now it would just hinge on whether or not Bryn was willing to try it. He caught sight of himself in the mirror as he heard Bryn coming up the stairs. He didn't have a stitch on, other than the dark blue tie with slanting silver stripes. Belatedly, he realized that she'd probably bring in Max before his regular nap time. [Well,] he thought. [At least we're raising him without nudity taboos.] "You should've seen the way he perked up when he heard your v--" Bryn paused in the hallway, staring at Anton with her eyebrow raised. She couldn't help but smile, especially when Max reached for his father. She wanted to do the same. He knew she had a thing for his ties. The little scamp. Okay, not-so-little scamp. "Well, Max, something tells me Daddy isn't interested in finishing his work right now." She shook her head a bit as Anton grinned. Stepping in to the room, she noticed the other ties on the bed. They were all tied at one end to each bed post, the other end laying loose for a willing limb. Bryn smiled at him and handed Max over. "So I guess you really do want to play?" "If you don't mind, my dear." Anton gently rubbed Max's back in a circle. Max had taken a fistful of the only fabric he was wearing, and Anton hoped that he didn't give it a good tug. "If you want to fix Max's bottle, I'll unpack the diaperbag and start putting him down for his nap." He had seen the little tremor that had run through her when she saw how he had laid out the bed. He couldn't wait to see her reaction when she learned what he had planned. "Okay." She slipped the diaper bag off her shoulder and handed it to him, then grabbed the two bottles that were tucked in the side. "I'll...be up in a few minutes." She kicked off her shoes and headed for the door. Although they'd done this before, she couldn't help being a little nervous. It was much easier to trust him this time around, but still a relatively new experience. She just hoped she handled herself better. Quickly heading to the kitchen, she ran water in the bottles and put them in the dishwasher. Then she grabbed a clean bottle out of the cupboard, unscrewed it, and mixed Max's formula. He always took a short nap before dinner, then went to bed at the same time they did. Although a little early to his nap today, she figured he'd probably be sleepy enough. Once the bottle was done, she let it sit for a minute while she unwrapped a lasagna from the freezer and put it in the oven. Setting the temperature on a relatively low heat, she set the timer to slowly cook the meal for over an hour. Then she grabbed Max's bottle and head back upstairs. "Dinner is started," she said, walking in to his room. "Good," Anton said, taking the bottle from Bryn. He lowered Max into the crib, who looked like he was about to protest until he found the bottle next to him. Anton smiled and gently stroked his head. "Take a nice long nap, Max." He slipped an arm around Bryn so he could whisper in her ear. "Cause I think we'll need plenty of time for what I have in mind." Bryn reached back and pinched him on his bare ass, then grinned as she leaned over to kiss Max. "Sleep well, little booger." Turning back to Anton, she popped open the buttons on her suit jacket. She grabbed his tie and used it to tow him along behind her. "Come on, sexy naked man. Make me a woman." "I thought I already had, my dear." Anton followed closely, grinning from ear to ear as she led them to their bed. "So you want to play a game tonight, sexy overdressed woman? You have enough trust for that?" he asked when she turned to face him. His grin got even wider when she nodded. "Good." He stepped closer and kissed her lips lightly as he undid his tie. Still grinning, he stepped back, placed the strip of fabric in her hands. Then turned around, crossing his arms at his wrists, and waited, watching her expression in the mirror. She stared down at the tie and then at his crossed wrists, swallowing heavily. She wasn't prepared for the nervousness that swept over her. Stepping up behind him, she pressed her forehead between his shoulder blades and took a deep breath. Her hands slid the tie under his and merely held his wrists, squeezing lightly. "You're sure?" she whispered. "Absolutely, my dear." Anton leaned back slightly to press his body against hers. Unlike Bryn, he wasn't nervous. He was curious to see what she would do, and he trusted her completely. He unflexed his index fingers enough to stroke along what little of her arms she could reach. She lifted her head and pressed her lips where her forehead had been. "Thank you, sugar. I love you, too." Looping the tie around his wrists twice, she twisted the ends and then looped the fabric between his wrists, effectively cuffing his hands together. Tying the knot tightly, she made sure to tuck the ends under so he couldn't pull them free. Leaving him standing there, she slipped her jacket off her shoulders and walked to the closet to put it back on the hanger. Her skirt followed, until she was standing there in only her shoes and underwear. Looking over the rows of hangers, she tried to think of what might be fun to play with. A smile curving her lips, she grabbed a few more ties and one of Anton's leather belts. With one last look, she reached for a long satin scarf as well. Anton stood patiently, fingers laced together, waiting for her to return. He was smiling with anticipation when he heard her shut the closet and drop something on the bed. And when Bryn asked him to bend down he did. He closed his eyes as he felt the silk of his tie come across his face. "Am I allowed to make noise?" he asked as she tied the blindfold into place. "Of course. I want to hear you. That's the best part." She tied the blindfold tightly, making sure he couldn't see out of the space by his nose. Purposefully brushing up against him, she let him feel that her chest was bare. Walking back to the bed, she picked up the satin scarf and brought it back to him. Leaving the silky-soft side facing out, she wrapped it over her fingers several times and gently began rubbing the material over his skin. She smiled when he let out a soft moan as she ran her fingers over his nipples. Down his sensitive stomach, light tracing around his navel until he sucked his stomach in. Carefully watching his face, she ran the satin over his cock, firmly stroking him a few times, until his hips began following the movements, and then releasing him to lightly roll his balls. She kept her motions minimal as she slowly unraveled the fabric, and wrapped it loosely around his balls. Then sliding it upwards, she gathered both ends and tied a knot around his scrotum, firmly restraining his balls within their sac, making a bow out of the ends. Bryn grinned as he squirmed, the soft fabric continually brushing the inside of his thighs. "That ought to keep you nice and hard for me." Anton let out a whimper, wiggling to avoid being tickled by the silk. Which only made the sensations more intense. "I'm sure it will work well, my dear. But since when have I had a problem staying hard for you?" He leaned forward a bit to rub against her body, only to be pushed back on his heels. He was glad to know that Bryn was willing to try something new. Smiling, she reached out and gently stroked his cock again, watching it bob eagerly when she let go. "Mmm. God, I love your cock. I can't wait to get it inside me...to feel you stuffing me until I can't breathe. I'm getting so wet just thinking about it." Stepping up close him, she lifted on to her tiptoes and reached down to rub his cock against her sex. "You feel that? It feels good, doesn't it?" She licked her lips, shuddering with excitement. "Tell me how much you want it. Tell me how good it would feel to get inside me right now." Anton shuddered, feeling wet satin slide over his length. "I want you, Bryn. I'm aching for you, and only burying myself in your body will ease that ache. I want to feel your wet heat surround me, caress me." His breathing became heavier. "I want to feel you get wetter around me as I plunge in and out of you." Her eyelids were starting to get heavy as she leaned back on her heels. Gently stroking him still, she leaned down and quickly slid her tongue up the underside of his cock, tasting herself on him, listening to him groan. "You like how tight I am, don't you?" "Yesss..." "Do you like how I taste?" "Yeah," he said, a slight whine to his voice. Voice lightly shuddering, she asked, "If I get on the bed and spread my legs, will you kneel down and lick my clit? Try to get to my cunt through my panties?" "Yes," he said breathlessly. He felt Bryn grab his cock and tug, leading him forward until his shins hit the edge of the bed. He crawled up on the bed, feeling the mattress shift beneath him as Bryn climbed on. He couldn't see her, but he could smell her as she threaded her fingers through his hair. He bent down, letting him guide her until he felt his lips brush wet satin. Carefully, Anton took the fabric between his teeth and tugged it to one side. Moving quickly, he slipped his tongue between the lips of her sex. "Uhh!" She writhed beneath him, lifting her hips against his mouth. Luckily her panties weren't overly tight and he had a few seconds before the fabric would snap back into place. Still, he was forced to push it aside several times and finally ended up using his nose to hold it to the side. Whimpering, Bryn spread her legs a little wider. She'd never thought she would have too much interest in being the dominant partner, but she was enjoying this enormously. [We might have to buy more toys to play with.] He continued to lap at her, pausing every so often to plunge his tongue into her sex. She tasted salty-sweet, and it seemed the more he licked up, the more there was. Not that he minded. He continued to lick, pushing at her clit with his tongue as he moaned softly. His arms twitched against his bonds as he wished he could spread her legs wider apart. Whimpering, she decided she'd had enough for the moment and pushed him back until he was kneeling upright. Scooting forward, she pulled his cock into her mouth and began gently sucking as she stroked his length with her hand. He began following her movements almost immediately and she quickly pulled away. Waiting a moment, she began again, sucking and stroking, meanwhile grabbing his belt with her free hand. The next time he began thrusting into her mouth, she slapped the leather across his ass with a loud smack. Anton gave a loud cry, his hips thrusting forward in surprise. His ass stung under the blow, but it added to the pleasurable tingles growing in his groin. He squirmed uncomfortably as she smacked him again. He held perfectly still, and the leather was slid over the rapidly healing welts on his ass. "I take it, my dear," he whispered through heavy breaths, "that you want me to hold still." His cock still stood proudly at attention. "Mmm, a fast learner." Climbing up on to her knees, she crawled to the side and laid down a pillow where she'd been sitting. Grabbing his shoulders, she tilted him forward until he was lying with his head on the pillow, ass in the air. Bryn slid her hand over his reddened ass, smirking as his hips twitched again. She gave him another light slap with the belt, then trailed the smooth leather over his ass. He groaned as she slid it between the cheeks of his ass, over his anus and perineum, gently rubbing the underside of his balls. "Do you like that?" "Yes," Anton breathed out . He couldn't decide what he wanted more - to wiggle his ass and get slapped again, or hold still and let her continue to stroke the nubbly side of the belt over his bare skin more. He had almost forgotten how intoxicating, how freeing it was to be bound and at the use for another trusted person's pleasure. He licked his lips in anticipation, wondering what she would do next. "God, you look so sexy like this. All tied up and horny." She slid her free hand over his ass, fingers delving into the cleft, and began firmly rubbing his anus with her thumb. She couldn't help but jump slightly as he moaned. Already so aroused, she thought she might be able to cum at any minute. Dropping the belt for the moment, she reached down and began pulling on his cock with her fist, keeping in time with the circles she was rubbing with her thumb. She didn't mind when he started thrusting with her movements. He looked so hot she had to squeeze her legs together. "Tell me what you want, sugar. What do you want right now?" "You..." he rasped out. "I want you. I wan to feel your cunt squeezing my cock, bathing me in your fluids. I want to feel your nails digging into my ass as you ride me." He was painfully hard, and was afraid he'd cum the moment she untied the scarf around his balls. "That does sound nice, sugar. Too bad I'm not done with you, yet." Deciding to give him some relief, she nudged his legs apart a bit and settled down on her back between them. Keeping one hand on his ass, she used the other to pull his cock in to her mouth. Sucking strongly, she began bobbing her head as she reached up to untie her scarf. Her fingernails purposefully scraped against his skin, tickling his inner thighs. "Aaaah!" His hips almost immediately began thrusting. The stinging, the tickling, and the suction were all too much for him to bear. Anton's head arched back and he let out a pained sounding grunt as he came, flooding her mouth. Even as his cock softened and his breathing slowed, his hips kept moving. Bryn swallowed carefully, managing not to spill a drop as she released him from her mouth. Gently cleaning him, she lightly stroked his balls and scrotum to massage feeling back into the area. She was amazed that he was still thrusting and looked up at his face. Grabbing hold of his cock, she gave him a few more firm pumps as she lapped at the head. Surprisingly, he gave one more jerk of his hips and leaked a bit more fluid on to her tongue. "Mmm...mmm...you taste so good." He gasped at that small orgasm. His legs wanted to go limp, but he staid rigid to keep from pinning Bryn under him. He let out an lengthy exhale before speaking. "That was incredible, Bryn." Partially crawling out from under him, she worked loose the knot binding his hands and pulled the tie away from his wrists. As his hands came down to support him, she removed his blindfold as well. Bryn kissed and hugged him as he eased himself down on top of her. "I thought you weren't done with me?" "I'm not," she said, smiling. "I'm just letting you rest before I tie you to the bed." "Mmm..." Anton rubbed his hands over her shoulders and sides. He planted soft kisses on her cheek and neck. "It's nice of you to be so kind to an old man like me." He lifted up slightly so he could look at her eyes. "So ware you enjoying yourself, my dear?" She nodded, smiling. "Yes, I was, old man. But you better not let me have control too often or I'll never give it back. I'll just boss you around all the time, and make you kiss my toes every time I walk in the room." "Hmm...I think I could manage." He stretched out against her. "I'm glad that you're enjoying yourself." He gently stroked her her face. "So are you going to tell me the rest of your plans for the evening?" "I'm not sure I even know myself. I'm just going to make you squirm and yell, and see stars." She slid her hands down his back and squeezed his ass, well aware that he loved it when she did that. "What do you want me to do to you, sugar? What would really turn you on?" He couldn't help but push his hips into hers, flexing under her hand. "I want you to tie me up and have your way with me. I want you to make me into that six foot sex toy you're always telling me I am. I want to hear you moan and curse and shriek with pleasure." She shivered lightly, squeezing him a bit tighter. "Sounds like a plan." Pushing on his shoulder, she urged him on to his back. Starting with his feet, she began binding him to the bed, making the lashings tight enough to hold even if he yanked and squirmed. By the time she reached for his wrist, she was leaning over him, her hair and breasts hanging in his face, and she let out a soft purr and he sucked at her nipple. "That feels good. You can keep that up. And I'll give you other things to suck on, too." Anton grinned. He turned his head to follow her body as she tied down his other wrist. But he gave a soft moan of disappointment as Bryn crawled down his body to settle between his legs again. His cock was half hard again, and becoming harder as he looked at her stiff nipples. Anton gave a light tug with his arms and legs, a test to see how secure the bonds were. Then he looked at her softly, waiting for his love to make her next move. "I think this time I won't let you talk." Reaching for her scarf again, she stretched it between her hands as she crawled closer to tie it behind his head. "Open your mouth like a good willing slave," she said, smirking. When he did as she asked, she slipped the gag into place. Looking him over, her gaze lingering on his stiffening cock, she thought aloud, "What to do...what to do? It sure is too bad for you that you're so ticklish." Anton's eyes went mock wide at her threat. "Mphhhs?" he said around the gag, his stomach flexing in anticipation of the coming stroking he'd new he'd receive. His fingers and toes flexed lightly as he felt her eyes trace over his skin. All he could really do was let her know with his expression that he was looking forward to whatever she chose to do. Grinning at him, she leaned closer and began gently kissing his face, pressing her lips over his closed eyes, covering his skin with little smooches. Her breasts pressed firmly against his chest, and she straddled him on her knees. It was a little awkward feeling, to have him immobile beneath her. Part of her wanted to untie him just so she could feel his hands on her. As she tilted her head to suck at his earlobe, she held his gaze. He was definitely enjoying himself. He pushed his head against hers, making little, muffled whimpering noises to let her know how much pleasure she was giving him. He tilted his head back, squirming as she nipped across his jaw to his throat. He wiggled as much as he could, trying to push closer against her. She smiled at him, lifting slightly to suck at his lower lip. "You know what? As much as I like this, I like you touching me even more. So I'm going to have to hurry up so I can get what I want." Scooting down a bit, she purposefully rubbed herself against his cock, watching his expression as she trapped him under her sex. Lazily rocking her hips back and forth, she leaned forward and nipped at his nipples, pulling at each one in turn, then finally sucking them into her mouth. He let out another muffled moan and let his head thump back against the pillow. His nipples felt hypersensitive as she pulled and nibbled on one nipple, the drying saliva on the other delightfully cool against the air. He turned his head slightly and realized that the gag was slightly loose. He started rubbing his head against his arm, seeing if he could work it off. If he did, maybe Bryn would spank him again... She moaned softly, moving her hips again to rub her clit against the head of his cock. He was perfectly hard again, and she slid her body down as she got a pressing need to taste him. Still, she couldn't help but stop with his superheated cock between her breasts, her mouth level with his navel, and bite at his sensitive stomach. She grinned when he squealed, trying to get away from the attack. Bryn continued to follow him even as he sucked in his stomach, giggling and nipping at him, teasingly trying to dip her tongue into the small crevice. He let out a loud gasp, the gag loose around, but not out of, his mouth. It was clear that Bryn was enjoying this, and he was too. Anton was able to twist slightly from side to side in a vain attempt to guide her mouth to his cock, Not that rubbing against her breasts felt bad at all. His breaths came in rapid gusts as he finally worked the gag free and he lifted his head to watch her, his eyes dilated so the pupils almost swallowed his irises. She looked up and narrowed her eyes at him, then lifted her hand to swat the side of his ass. "Cheater!" She smacked him hard twice, then once more when it became obvious he was trying not to laugh. Scrambling back up his body, she grabbed the gag and swiftly retied it. Much tighter than before. "Just for that, I'm not playing around anymore." She gave him a devilish grin before scooting back to sit on his thighs. Hands poised above his waist, she warned, "Prepared to be tickled, booger!" Anton let out a squeal as her fingers danced over his stomach. Actually, it sounded more like a strangled 'urf.' He wiggled beneath her as much as he could, trying to avoid her. He was thrashing his head back and forth, and his fingers and toes curled and released repeatedly. She couldn't seem to stop laughing. The whole bed was shaking, and she wouldn't be surprised if they'd already woken Max, but she wasn't about to stop tickling him yet. She tickled him everywhere she could think of, over and around his waist, under his arms, on and behind his knees, even under his feet. With as much as he was squeaking and pulling, she was a bit surprised the bed still held them. And even though he was sweating and turning red, he hadn't lost even a bit of hardness in erection. If anything, he'd swelled even bigger. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take. Bryn's fingers were delightfully torturing him. The knotted ties still held tightly as he tugged against them. Dimly in the back of his mind, he was trying to come up with ways to get Bryn back for this, ways she would enjoy as much as he was. She eventually started getting as tired and breathless as he was, and rested her forehead against his quivering belly to catch her breath. Still smiling, she wrapped her hands around his waist, gently soothing him as he flinched away from her touch. Kissing her way down his stomach, she buried her nose against his groin and breathed in deeply. He smelled so deliciously sexy, and she licked her lips before wrapping them around his cock. Sucking strongly, she gave him a few quick tugs before pulling back to survey her work. She gave him a little wink, the turned around to face his feet, straddling his legs, and slowly lowered herself on to his cock. Keeping her ass high and her head low, she gently began fucking him, letting him watch himself slide in and out of her. His eyes were glued to her ass, watching it bob up and down on his cock. He let out a muted sigh and then gasp as Bryn squeezed him gently. He wished his hands were free so he could gently tickle the soles of her feet. He watched her little pink toes flex and relax as she rode him. "Hah, Ryn, haa eel sho ood." She giggled, then whimpered, pressing her forehead against the comforter. He was so deep inside her in this position, and she couldn't help but swivel her hips to feel him everywhere. Squeezing him tightly, she sped up her movements a bit, reaching between their legs to gently fondle his balls. "So good," she agreed. Between the squeezing and the soft touches, it was too much for him. Anton gave a sharp yelp and began flooding her sex His breath came in uneven gasps as lightning bolts raced up and down his spine, centering on his groin. Anton let his head fall back, mouth wide open around the gag, twitching beneath Bryn. Panting softly, she slid down to keep him inside her as long as possible, meanwhile reaching for his feet, to untie the silk holding him immobile. It took her a few minutes to get both ankles freed. She sat up then, letting out a soft whimper as he slipped out of her. Glancing back at him, she took pity on his arms and carefully leaned back to press her back to his chest. Kissing the side of his face, she reached up to untie both of his wrists as well. The moment his arms were free, they went around her tightly. One curled up her waist to cup her breast and toy with her nipple. The other delved between her legs, his thumb rubbing against her clit and two fingers slipping inside of her. He pumped his fingers in and out of her sex and he continued to pluck at her nipple. Belatedly, he realized that he was still gagged, but he wasn't going to stop now to untie it. Bryn let out a long groan, writhing on top of him, bending her knees to lift her legs higher. She was squirming continuously, both towards and away from him, uncertain of what she wanted. She'd been so turned on for so long that she couldn't wait to cum...but she also didn't want it to end so quickly. Straining against his hand, she shuddered hard and came under his skillful assault. "Uhhh!" Anton continued to move his hand, but much slower, trying to see if he could get her to cum again. He smiled when she let out a second gasp and tensed then relaxed against him. Letting go of her breast, he undid the gag and then kissed her ear. His arm went around her waist again as he held her tight. She pressed her hand down over his, still shifting her hips. Panting, she pressed her forehead against his jaw. "I want more," she murmured, her voice slightly whiny. Pressing down harder on his hand, she whimpered. "Please? I want your mouth on me. Will you lick my clit?" "Yes," he whispered. As Bryn slid off his body, Anton managed to keep his fingers inside of her. He twisted around until he his head was down next to her groin and he used his free hand to spread her apart. He looked back at her, a lazy smile on his face. "You're still so wet, my dear, you're glistening like a pearl." Anton lowered her head and flicked his tongue lightly over her clit. "Mmm!" She grabbed the back of her knees and pulled them apart, giving him more room to move. She tried to watch what he was doing, but even let her head fall back against the bed, whimpering and quivering under his tongue. His mouth felt so good, so hot, and she only seemed to get wetter the more he licked her. "Oh...I want...I want you to do this...all day." He would have answered her, but he was too busy enjoying her taste. He continued to lap at her while he pumped his fingers in and out of her. His tongue circled around her clit and then over it, rubbing it back and forth as he teased her with his breath. She let out a sob-like breath, shivering into a small but definitely intense orgasm. Grabbing a hold of the bedspread, she twisted slightly, turning on to her side to vary the sensation of his touched. Rocking her hips against his fingers, she glanced back down at his cock. Although not hard, she could see he was regaining interest. "I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me." He pulled his hand and mouth away, scrambling around to lay on top of her, He slipped his fingers into her mouth, moaning as she sucked on them. Anton rubbed his groin against hers, stimulating his cock more, trying to get it harder. As soon as he felt stiff enough, Anton shoved inside of her. "This what you want?" he whispered as he started to thrust. She nodded a bit frantically, wrapping her legs around his hips and holding on tight. This was exactly what she wanted. As fun as it was to be in control, and to watch him squirm, she was more than happy just to lay back and let him have his way with her. Nothing felt quite as good as his weight on top of her, his hips scooting her forward with each thrust, the heat of his body surrounding her, his loving gaze on her face, and his cock filling her completely. She squeezed him tightly, lifting her hips with his, and grabbed on to his rapid moving ass. "Mmm, yes!" Anton plowed into her relentlessly, burying his cock in her sex again and again and again. Resting his weight on his elbows, his hands went to her shoulders to keep her from scooting up the bed. He made sure that every thrust dragged his pubic hair across her clit as well as hitting that spot in her that made her scream. Biting her lip, Bryn pressed her face against his neck, straining underneath him as she tightened around his cock. He was spreading her open widely, stretching her almost to the limit. She grunted, feeling his balls slap her ass repeatedly. Pushing on his shoulder, she gasped, "Wait! I want to watch. You feel so good...I want to watch you fucking me. Let me see you..." With an almost pained grunt, Anton lifted up on his elbows. He looked like he was at the apex of a pushup. It gave her a clear look along her body to their groins. "Is...this what...you want?" he said. She nodded, chewing on her lip as she watched him. "You're so beautiful." Reaching for him again, she pulled him down tightly on top of her and captured his lips with hers. She kissed him eagerly, moaning into his mouth as he shoved her in to a shimmering orgasm. Shuddering beneath him, she squeezed him rhythmically, hoping to bring him along with her. Anton pushed his tongue into her mouth as he came. And as the aftershocks raced through his body, he continued to kiss her, holding her tight against his body. His fingers dug into her shoulders as he got as close to her as he could. Still shuddering, Bryn wrapped her arms around his shoulders and tightened her legs around his hips. She pulled away from his mouth and buried her face against his neck, trying to catch her breath. They hadn't really stopped moving since they got home. "I guess you liked that?" "Yes," he said, threading his fingers through her hair soothingly. He kissed the top of her head. He wasn't certain if she was embarrassed or overcome with some other emotion. "How about you? Did you enjoy yourself, my dear?" "Mmhmm. It was just very different. I think it's going to take a little getting used to." She swallowed, rubbing her hand over his chest. "I'm not used to being in charge. It's a little overwhelming. But I'm glad you liked it." Anton grabbed her hand on his chest, squeezing it lightly. "I didn't mean to overwhelm you, my dear. And yes. I enjoyed it very much." He kissed her head again, then tilted her head up so he could kiss her lips. She blinked at him then wrapped her arms tighter around his shoulders, hugging him. "I love you very much. Thank you for trusting me tonight. That's what overwhelmed me more than anything. I feel very humbled by it. Thank you." "Sabryn, my dear, I have always trusted you this much." He tightened his arms around her. "And I love you so, so much." End Chapter One Hundred Thirteen <- Previous Chapter | Home | Next Chapter ->