Belonging to Him by Sam Crescent Page B

asked her, her answer was still the same.
    “No.”
    He sighed, removing his hand from her body. “Why are you fighting me?”
    “You have every part of me, Simon. Why are you determined to have that?”
    “I told you, Hope. You’re mine and you’ll have my ring on your finger. All you need to do is stop fighting me.”
    “That’s not going to happen. I’m not a toy for you to play with and put me away when you’re done,” she said, pulling on the rope that kept her bound to the bed.
    Simon glared at her. “I’ve never treated you like a toy and I wouldn’t treat my wife like that. Why do you have these thoughts about wives? I think you’re forgetting who I am.”
    “Am I really? Or are you forgetting who you are?”
    He paused for a second before continuing on with his argument. “I’m not like that anymore, Hope. I told you, I’m changed.”
    “A leopard cannot change its spots.”
    Simon growled in frustration. He leaned over the bed and untied her wrists then her ankles. She rubbed the places where the rope had been.
    “I don’t care what you say, Hope. I’ve changed and you will be my wife.”
    Before she got the chance to say anything else, Simon stormed out of the room and locked the door behind him.
    She eased up, sitting and staring at the door. Her feelings for him were not in question. Hope had been in love with him since the moment she first saw him. He made her feel things no man had ever aroused inside her.
    Hope knew this weekend was going to be different. Over the past week Simon had been more closed off. He’d barely sent a glance her way. It had been five that evening on a Friday while she was at the photocopy machine that he’d first showed any emotion inside him. Simon had closed the door and moved directly behind her. She’d felt the hard ridge of his cock against her ass. It had taken every ounce of willpower she possessed not to beg him to take her there and then.
    The moment they’d started their relationship, they’d agreed no sex or pleasure in the office. With the passing weeks and months together it was getting harder and harder not to break their rule. By the end of every shift, her pussy was dripping wet and her hunger for him was insatiable. Simon set a fire inside her that only he could put out.
    He’d pushed her hair over one shoulder and nibbled her neck. The pleasure had gone straight to her clit, coiling inside her. “Tonight, you’ll come to me and don’t forget to bring an overnight bag,” he’d said.
    Like so many times before, she’d gone to work prepared.
    Now, running her fingers through her hair, Hope wondered if she was prepared for the night he had planned for her. Their time together had been a dream. Simon was a true dominant and he pushed her in ways she’d never dreamed of.
    And thinking about his dominance reminded her of the first night they’d met in a BDSM club downtown.

Chapter Two
     
     
     
    Hope had known she was a submissive and had decided to take the next step and look for a club that supplied everything she desired. Living in the city meant she had access to some of the best BDSM clubs around. Hope liked the ones that were choosy about the people they had. Being under a bad Dom was dangerous and she’d heard plenty of stories about aggressive Doms. She loved it when a guy took control and gave her body so much pleasure. Hope loved it when she trusted someone enough to put her body in their hands.
    That night she’d walked into the exclusive nightclub and sat at the bar. The owner of the club had introduced himself along with several of his staff.
    She’d been sitting at the bar drinking a rum and Coke when he had taken the seat next to her. His arm had brushed hers where it lay on the bar. At the time she hadn’t thought much about the rush of pleasure that coursed through her body. When she’d turned to look at the man who’d taken a seat by her, she’d been shocked to find the man she worked for. Simon Allen had stared