Chapter Two

Ana

"I'm going to tell you something that I know I shouldn't."

My heart skipped a beat at his comment. I was bound and gagged on a St. Andrew's Cross on the main stage at The Pendulum. Everything in our scene had gone exactly to plan. We did everything we needed to before the night began and it had been a success. Our yes, no, maybe lists were completed. We discussed limits, both hard and soft, as well as timing and what he would say to me. He committed the plan to memory and delivered it perfectly… until now.

We were supposed to be done. I cried out as the lashes hit my skin. I moaned when his hands caressed me and then whimpered when he came after me with vampire gloves and scraped at my raw skin. I had squirmed and pulled at my restraints. I had sweat in places I didn't know possible, and the entire time my body pulsed with need. It wasn't often that the lines of sex and kink crossed for me, but I had a thing for Diego Torres. It was a thing he knew about and a thing I didn't bother to hide. We were both adults. But I may have overestimated my ability to keep him out of my heart as he broke down my mind and body.

He had stepped close to me. So close his scent surrounded me and my knees felt weak. Thankful that my restraints still held me to the cross, I moaned a small "umm… hmm" and waited for his response. The heat of the spotlight went out, and a chill came over my body as the music we had played during our performance ended and the subtle sounds of the main room in the club and light background music floated to my ears. It was over. We were done, and according to our plan, I'd handle my own aftercare. I had insisted on it for fear that it would be too intimate of a connection between us. Diego didn't want me, not like that. He had plenty of chances, but always kept me at an arm's reach away.

"Are you sure you want to hear it?"

His voice cut through my thoughts as his hand ran along my side.

"Yes, sir."

"Our scene is complete Ana, you don't need to continue with my honorifics if you don't want to."

"I'm sorry, sir, it's just easier right now."

"Don't apologize to me. You never need to apologize for showing me respect."

Instead of unbuckling my cuffs, his hands ran up my stomach and over my breasts. "I should stop. We are done, but I can't."

His words came out in a whisper. It was so quiet that with the noise in the room, I couldn't tell if I had heard him correctly. I felt him step forward and the heat of his thigh brushed the apex between mine as he leaned into me.

"Tell me, Ana, would I be abusing my position of power if I asked for this to continue?"

His lips pressed against my neck and the noise that came from me was a strangled moan I didn't even recognize. Had I slipped away into some warped reality of subspace where Diego wanted me as much as I wanted him?

"Let me take care of you, please, Ana."

The blindfold he had covered my eyes with was removed, and I blinked as they adjusted to the dim light. His voice sounded so genuine, but my mind kept fighting it. This didn't make sense.

"Why now?" I whispered, ignoring the last few onlookers' stares.

Diego began to release me from my place. He kneeled in front of me and undid both of the shackles around my ankles. I closed my eyes at the sensations of him rubbing my legs and joints to ensure I didn't have any damage or any pain as I regained my stance. He held my hips as I pulled my legs in, standing up as straight as I could given the nearly spent state of my body. He looked up at me as he stood and reached for my arms. Repeating the care he provided a minute earlier, checking my wrists for bruising and slowly lowering them to my sides. He reached for the black robe I had worn out of the dressing area and held it out. My legs were weaker than I thought they were and I shook a little too much for his liking as I stepped forward. Quickly, he wrapped me in my robe and lifted me from my feet, cradling me in his arms.

"Please say yes, Ana. I need this as much as you do."

I looked up into his eyes and lifted my hand, placing it on his cheek before I nodded. He turned and walked down the stairs on the side of the stage, giving a quick nod to one of the dungeon masters that would handle clean-up for us tonight. I laid my head against his shoulder as tears came to my eyes. I was making a mistake, and I knew it. My perfect fantasy was coming true, but the reality that would follow was already creeping into my heart.

"Don't cry, Little One. I promise I won't let anything hurt you."

Instead of heading to the dressing room or one of the private viewing rooms, Diego walked toward the backdoor.

"Where are we going?"

"Home."

"But my things."

"I'll have someone bring them to my place. I'm not far."

It was a warm night, and for that I was thankful. Diego's driver was parked out front by the valet and jumped to open the door to the backseat as soon as he saw us coming. Diego slid into the back, never letting me go, and when the car slowly pulled out onto the street, he pulled me closer to his chest.

"Are you ready to hear what I have to say?"

"Yes, sir. I am."

He let out a slow breath. "I'm crazy about you, Ana. I know you haven't hidden your feelings for me and I'm sorry it took me so long to admit how I feel. Life has been complicated, and I just didn't want to pull you into my mess."

I had heard of his divorce. His wife of fifteen years had been having an affair and even though his divorce was finalized over a year ago, she was now suing him for custody of his son. "Your family comes first, Diego."

"It does, but I made a mistake with you. I knew when I agreed to this scene tonight, I wouldn't be able to walk away. I need you to tell me what you need from me, Ana. My mind is a mess when it comes to you, so I wouldn't dare guess."

The car slowed, and we pulled into a parking garage of a high-rise building. He wasn't kidding when he said he lived close by. His driver came around and opened the door for us to get out. Diego never let me go, even as he walked toward an elevator that would lead us upstairs. I watched as his driver pushed the button to call it and then the button labeled PH. He pressed his finger into a scanner and then said goodnight to us both. The doors closed, and I looked up at the man I had obsessed about for longer than I was willing to admit.

When the doors opened, he walked straight into the dark apartment and down a long hallway. At the end of it was a double door entrance to what I imagined was his bedroom and placed me carefully on his bed.

"Stay here. I'll get what I need to clean you up and treat your markings."

The absence of his touch was by far the worst feeling in the world. In my heart I knew he wouldn't be gone long, but the thought of this all being a dream slowly crept in again. I curled into a ball on my side and pinched my bicep a little too hard to make sure I was awake. The small cry I let out brought Diego back to me in a panic.

"What was that? Are you okay or hurt somewhere I didn't see?"

The concern on his face as he came back from the attached bathroom made my insides swoon. "I'm fine. Really, Diego, you don't have to go through so much trouble."

The bed dipped, and I placed my hand on his thigh as he reached for my robe to pull it away. "You aren't any trouble, Ana. I want to do this for you."

I gave up second guessing everything and let him move his hands over my body with different ointments and creams to quicken the healing process. He handed me two ibuprofen and a bottle of water and I followed his instructions taking them both.

"When was the last time you ate?"

"Just before we started. Remember? You made me eat a banana and yogurt."

"That's right," he said with a smile. "You almost told me no."

"I did not." I said with a laugh that immediately lightened the mood.

Diego leaned over me, his lips hovering just over mine. Our breaths mingled with one another as my heart raced. "Tell me, Ana, what do you need from me?"

"Everything you are willing to give."

His lips crashed into mine and the fire that had just been warm smoke all night long ignited into an inferno. My arms came around his neck as his hand carefully wrapped around mine. He was gentle in places and rough in others, making me realize how closely he had paid attention to every swat or spank he had delivered.

"Oh fuck," he groaned as his body covered mine and I shifted under him. The only clothing left on me was the small black thong with ties at the sides. When I felt him tug at them, I lifted my hips making it easier for him to remove them. One hand slid between us and his fingers slipped between my folds.

"You're so wet, Ana. Is this all for me?"

"Yes, sir."

"God, I will never be able to get enough of you."

My hands went for the buttons of his shirt and in frustration, I tried just pulling at them with no luck. Diego let out a small laugh, laid beside me and undid them, pulling his undershirt off as well. My hands ran over his chest. The most beautiful family crest I had ever seen was tattooed there with the name of his son over his heart. I traced it with my fingers and looked up at him. There was a sadness in his eyes that I missed before.

"Where is he now?"

"With my ex. I agreed to a weekend visit. This is the first one. Yesterday was awful, and I'm sure I wouldn't have made it through without having you to look forward to tonight."

"Do you get to pick him up in the morning?"

"Yes. But I don't want you to leave. I mean, you can if you choose, but I'd like you to stay with me tonight."

I smiled up at him. "I will."

Diego stood, slid his shoes off, then unbuckled his pants. "You are sure about this, Ana? Safe words still apply. You can stop me at any time."

I reached a hand out to him, "Come fuck me, Diego. Please. I need this."

His eyes lit up, and he shucked away the rest of his clothes. I couldn't pull my gaze away from his long, hard shaft. He stroked it as he stepped towards me and it was even more impressive up close.

"Hey, eyes up here," he said with a small laugh.

A blush came over my entire body that was rivaled only by my aroused nature. Diego moved to the bed, laying against the headboard as he reached for me and pulled me to him.

"Having you here in my arms is like a dream come true."

I pushed myself up just enough to place a soft kiss on his lips. "I feel exactly the same way."

"Come here, Baby Girl."

I moved one of my legs over him so I was straddling him. He held my hips as I ground my pussy onto his hard cock, teasing my clit in the process.

"Diego, I won't be able to last long. I've barely come down from the high at the club."

He placed small kisses on my breasts and carefully sucked my nipple into his mouth. "That's okay, Little One. We have all night and forever, if you'll let me."

I was turning to absolute mush at his words. My hips continued to move, and I could feel my slick juices coating his cock between us. He pushed up just slightly, adding to my fun, and my hands gripped the sheets on either side of him as I fought off my climax.

"Fuck," I moaned as he lifted me from him and aligned his cock with my entrance.

"Go slowly, Ana, I want to savor this first time with you and I don't want to cause you any more pain tonight."

I placed my hands on his chest and nodded as I slowly lowered myself onto his thick cock. My body stretched to take him in and it took everything in me not to immediately come at the feel of him finally deep inside me. I leaned forward slightly, and he caught my nipple in his mouth again. His tongue swirled around it and as he sucked on it lightly, I could feel the tingling begin deep inside my core. My movements were lazily slow and yet perfect for what I needed at that moment. As my clit ground into his pelvis, I let out a soft cry. One of the reasons I preferred handling my own aftercare was so I could relieve the ache he always left me with at the end of a scene. I'd barely brush my clit with my fingers and I'd go off. Tonight I felt like I was torturing myself as I moved up and down on his cock trying my hardest to last at least a few minutes. It was pointless though, I could already feel the rush of pleasure starting to course through my body.

"Please, sir. I can't last much longer."

Past the point of embarrassment, I had nothing left in me but to beg for permission to come. His hand came up to my cheek, and I laid the weight of my head in his hand.

"Ana, come, my love. I'm desperate to see you finally let go."

I nodded my head and increased my speed only slightly. Shocks began to shoot out from my core to every part of my body. My fingers burned and my hair tingled as that ticklish feeling of pure pleasure ran up my spine. I screamed out his name as I was hit with an orgasm so strong I nearly lost my breath. Colors shot before my eyes and my mind began to race to every possible future the two of us could have together.

Diego's grunts pulled me back from the edge, and his grip on me tightened. I watched with rapt attention as his mouth opened slightly and he called out my name.

"Ana, yes, my beautiful girl."

His arms came around me and pulled me tightly to his chest as he exploded deep inside me.

I held on to him, never wanting this moment to end. Fear crept in at the idea of this all being an illusion. He held me as our breathing slowed and my mind decided it was time to run. I went to pull away, only for his grip to tighten.

"Where do you think you're going?" he murmured into my ear.

"I… I don't know."

He pulled back slightly and raised a finger to my temple. "Stop letting this, get in the way of this."

When his hand traveled back over my heart, I let out the breath I was holding in.

"What if I make things harder for you? I don't know if I can just be a random hookup."

"I asked what you needed from me, Ana, but I need more than just a hookup from you too. You will not make things harder for me. My life is empty without you in it. Even with Alejandro, I need the companionship of someone who needs me as much as I need them."

I rested my forehead against his and let out a sigh. "Promise me we will communicate. You have to set boundaries or I will walk all over you."

Diego let out a laugh and rolled us over so his body now covered mine. "Boundaries, got it. What else?"

"I don't want to sleep over with Alejandro here. Not in the beginning. It will be too confusing for him."

"He's fourteen, Ana."

"I know, but still."

"Okay, what else?"

"I like it when you call me Little One."

A devilish smile crossed his face at the mention of his name for me and that's when I realized it wasn't luck that landed us here. It was fate.