Shield's Submissive (19 page)

SHIELD’S SUBMISSIVE

Trina Lane

125

“God almighty, woman. What you do to me. I look at you across a room, and I actually feel my blood accelerate through my veins. I caress you with just my fingertips and I can feel the nerves tingle. But when we’re like this?” His hips rocked forward, and he lowered his forehead to hers. “When we’re like this, my entire body demands I do everything within my power to absorb you. I can’t touch you enough, I can’t kiss you enough, and the only thought screaming through my head is more…more…more. I’m desperate to consume every part of you.”

Her long, dark hair was haloed around her face and head, and her eyes watched him with heated need. His cock demanded he take her and take her now, but there were so many ways he needed to touch her. Love her. And that’s exactly what it was. He loved her. With every fibre of his body, with every echo of his soul. He had searched for his woman, his sub, for so many years and now he’d found her. She was his. By God, she belonged to him and no one else. He’d be damned if he’d let another man have her. Never. Not as long as he lived.

“I love you, Erica.” When he saw her shocked expression, he started again. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to just blurt that out. This wasn’t supposed to be some kind of shock and awe tactic. I just…I love you. I want you to be my woman. I want you to be my sub.” In a rare moment of vulnerability, he closed his eyes and whispered, “I need you.”

He couldn’t let her second guess him. He couldn’t allow her to question the statement, thinking it was made in the heat of the moment. He had to show her. Had to prove his love with every touch, every stroke, every kiss. So he leaned back on his knees, wrapped his arm around her back and lifted her, bringing her breast to his mouth. Taking the velvet-tipped mound between his lips, he pulled.

Her head fell back as a cry filled the air. Not wanting her to strain her neck, his other hand came up to cradle the back of her head. Hard, deep pulls caused the blood to rush to her breast, and it swelled under his tongue. He switched sides, tonguing the sensitive underside and licking around her entire areola before pulling her nipple into his mouth.

He laid her back onto the bed and pushed her arms back on either side of her head.

“Stay.”

Leaning over, he jerked open the bedside drawer then retrieved the dildo and the tube of lubrication lying beside it. He pushed her thighs open and moved between them. He didn’t give her time to catch her breath. No time to prepare, no hesitant licks or gentle kisses SHIELD’S SUBMISSIVE

Trina Lane

126

to her thighs. He dove into her pussy, his tongue parting the curves, his lips moving over her clit and intent on making her insane.

Her cry echoed through the room as she arched to him. Her thighs separated as he pushed at them. He lifted her hips higher, shoving a pillow beneath them. She thrashed as his tongue whipped over her clit.

He lifted her hips higher and moved his head down past her slit. “Put your legs on my shoulders,” he growled.

His tongue circled and laved the rim of her puckered hole. The tight rosebud loosened as he started to make tiny thrusts inside, his tongue incrementally reaching further. Reaching down on the bed, he grabbed the lube and flipped open the cap. Placing it at her anus he squirted a liberal amount inside and used two of his fingers to spread it around.

Her back arched, her hands gripping the pillows beside her head. He inserted the dildo.

His tongue plunged inside her pussy again, pumping erotically, erratically, trying to send her senses spinning as he licked at the tender walls.

“Mark…” she wailed his name, pleading.

He worked the dildo inside her back passage for several strokes. “So hot, so sweet, so wet,” he crooned, licking through the slit and tonguing the folds as he blew several warm, heated pulses of air towards her clit. “I can tell how much you love this. Your body is begging for what I can give you. Me, Erica. Only I can make your body sing like this.”

Her feet pressed into his shoulders as she lifted, fighting to press closer to his tongue, air panting from her lips. “You, Mark. Only you. Never again another.”

“I’m going to fuck you, Erica. I’m going to stuff you full, front and back. You remember what that feels like? It’s so hot, so fucking tight. The feel of your wet hungry walls grasping at my dick as I work it in, slow and easy…”

She opened her eyes to see a dark and sensual smile on his lips. She was going to come from his words alone. She shuddered, crying out as the dildo thrust a bit faster. She wanted to reach for him but knew not to move her hands. She could lower them, but the wilful submission to his order only upped the sensations rampaging through her body.

SHIELD’S SUBMISSIVE

Trina Lane

127

He lowered her legs and crawled over her body, pausing once again to torment her nipples. Firm tugs of his mouth sent agonising pleasure streaking to her clit. The head of his cock pushed against her pussy. Pressing down, she tried to make him fill her.

He stole her breath as he filled her vision. “Give me your lips, baby.”

She opened her lips. She could taste herself on his tongue as he kissed her. Where before his kisses had been a claiming, his tongue pillaging her mouth and demanding her response, now he kissed her with such gentleness, it sank into her heart.

“I love you, Erica,” he whispered against her lips. “I’ve tried to show you with my body, but it’s still only a fraction of what burns inside me.”

Her hands clamped on his shoulders as he worked his cock inside her. The pressure from the dildo in her ass pushed against her walls as he filled her and created a fiery conflagration of sensations inside her.

“Oh God. Mark… Mark… More.”

She was stretched on a rack of sensation, so close to orgasm. She felt it just beyond the horizon, just out of her reach.

He pushed deeper inside her, and his mouth latched onto hers.

She began to shudder, so filled with him she was certain he had penetrated her soul.

Finally, he was in her to the hilt. He throbbed, and his skin was hot. The heat radiated outwards to all her limbs. Love and lust spun through her.

His hips shifted, and he began to move. No longer slow and easy, he thrust in long, deep strokes.

“That’s it, baby. Clench around me. Pull me deeper. Oh God, you feel so good.

Amazing. I can’t get enough of you. Never enough!”

He moved faster, harder, testing their limits. Her legs lifted further, wrapping around his hips, and she pleaded. “Fuck me, Mark. Fuck me hard.”

Her screams filled her head, or were they his? Did it really matter? They moved together, his hips jackhammering, hers lifting into his thrusts. Breaths mingled, and sweaty bodies collided, reaching for completion.

Suddenly, her orgasm tore through her, shaking every bone and muscle in her body.

Stars exploded behind her eyes. Mark shuddered above her, the heated pulse of his seed blasting inside her.

SHIELD’S SUBMISSIVE

Trina Lane

128

Her eyes drifted open, staring back at him as his lifted just enough to watch her. “I love you, too,” she whispered before passing out.

Mark rolled onto his back, pulling Erica on top of him and letting his entire body serve as her mattress. He ran his hands through her hair and down her back, soothing her body back to consciousness. Tears filled his eyes as he remembered her whisper of devotion just before collapsing.

He looked over at the clock and realised an hour had passed since he’d woken her the first time. He hated to disturb her rest but knew they needed to get ready to leave in a short while.

“Sweetheart? We need to get up. I know you’re tired, but we have to pack and leave soon.”

“Don’t wanna, comfy right here,” she mumbled into his chest.

“I know, love. I am, too, but my parents called a little while ago. They caught an earlier flight out of Chicago and will be landing at one, not six.”

She lifted her head to cross her hands on his chest and rested her chin on top of them. “I meant it, you know? That wasn’t an in-the-moment thing. I love you, Mark.”

He rolled her over. “I know. I could see it in your eyes.”

Suddenly, she pulled away from him and sat up. Wrapping her arms around her knees, she dipped her head and bit her lower lip. Reaching to raise her eyes back to his, he asked,

“What’s wrong, love? What thoughts are circling in that mind of yours?”

Her eyes looked so forlorn as they gazed into his, and she whispered, “What if they don’t like me? What if I can’t figure out how to blend into a family again? I haven’t been around any family situations since mine died. I’m not sure I remember how.”

Tears glistened in her eyes, and it damn near broke his heart. He pulled her tightly into his embrace.

“Oh, baby… Is that what has you worried?”

Her head bobbed.

“Listen to me. I love you, and okay, worst case scenario, if it takes you a while to feel comfortable around my family, that will not change how I feel. I’m not going to give up on the most important person in my life because of a few awkward moments. But just so you SHIELD’S SUBMISSIVE

Trina Lane

129

know, that’s not going to happen. I kid about my family being overwhelming, but that’s only because we don’t hold back on showing how much we love each other. My parents are warm and caring people. My dad’s kinda quiet, but every time he looks at me, I can see how much I’m loved. My mom is one of the most intelligent people I know with an amazing career at the university, but she always puts her family first. My brothers are…well, they’re just my brothers. You’ll have to see them to understand. Like other twins, they have like this secret code and mental telepathy thing, but I’ve never felt excluded. And the kids are just kids, crazy, hyper, rambunctious and fabulous. I know that they’re going to love you just as much as I do. Be yourself, and they won’t be able to help it.”

SHIELD’S SUBMISSIVE

Trina Lane

130

Mark and Erica were standing outside the security gates of the Denver airport when he pulled her into his side, leaned down to speak into her ear and pointed to a middle-aged couple walking towards them. “That’s them.”

He stepped just a few paces away and embraced the petite woman with greying hair that was cut into a stylish bob that framed her face and ended just at her chin. It was an incredible mixture of grey, black and silver. Erica fervently hoped that when she went grey it would look like that. Next he pulled the gentleman into a manly back-thumping hug. He guided them over to where she stood.

“Mom, Dad, I’d like you to meet Erica Cross. Erica, these are my parents, Nancy and Joseph.”

“Drs. Shield, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I hope you thoroughly enjoyed your sabbatical.”

Mark’s mom stepped forward and took both her hands.

“Oh, no need for the doctors bit, my dear. Please call us Nancy and Joe. We’re very pleased to meet you, young lady. From the sound of Mark’s voice on the phone this morning, I could tell you mean a great deal to him, so please feel free to treat us with the informality of family. He told us a little bit about you, but I hope we can take this weekend to really connect.”

“Thank you, Nancy. I hope so, too.” She couldn’t believe the passionate overture.

Feeling slightly overwhelmed, she looked to Mark.

He saw Erica’s slightly panicked expression and wanted to take the focus off her.

“Mom, what carousel is your luggage coming on? Why don’t we go collect your things then hit the road. I’d like to make it up to the cabin in time to fix supper for everyone. A welcome home dinner, if you will.” He was rewarded with a smile full of thanks.

The group headed off, Mark’s parents lingering just a few steps behind them. Mark took her hand and placed a gentle kiss on her lips before circling his arm around her shoulders and walking through the concourse.

SHIELD’S SUBMISSIVE

Trina Lane

131

* * * *

The trip to the cabin didn’t take long, and soon everyone was getting settled. When they had first walked into the door, Erica had felt a blush heat her cheeks as she thought of what they’d done throughout the house on their visit a few months ago. Mark had seen it and let out a soft laugh and wink.

She was coming back downstairs when Joe walked through the front door carrying a couple of duffel bags. “Do you need any help?”

“No worries, my dear. These aren’t that heavy. Why don’t you just relax on the sofa there and pick a movie for us to enjoy before dinner. The rest of the brood should be here soon.”

“Yes, sir. What types of films do you and your wife enjoy?”

“Oh just pick something you and Mark like. I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

Walking over to the DVD cabinet, Erica took a steadying breath. Suddenly, she felt strong arms encircling her waist from behind and a gentle kiss to the nape of her neck.

“Want to try the comedy we picked last time? Maybe we’ll actually watch it this time.”

She heard the smile in his voice. “Behave, your parents are just upstairs.”

“Love, there is nothing we do that they haven’t thought of first.”

“Nothing?”

He turned her around, keeping her in the circle of his arms. “Well, I’ve never asked for nor have I wanted to know details, but let’s just say that it takes one to know one. And my dad was the first person to sit down and talk with me about such things, after seeing me interacting with my first girlfriends.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, ‘oh’. So do you really want to sit and watch a movie, or would you rather put on a pot of coffee and just chat awhile?”

“Coffee sounds wonderful.”

He turned around and, taking her hand in his, led her towards the kitchen. He said he wanted to go outside and check that the four wheelers were all ready for the weekend and SHIELD’S SUBMISSIVE

Trina Lane

132

left after giving her another sweet kiss. As she was getting the mugs out of the cabinet, Nancy came into the kitchen.

“You seem to be familiar with the place. I take it Mark has brought you here before.”