As they walked down the hallway of
the hotel it grew silent. They stood waiting for
the elevator not speaking to each other. It felt
strange to both of them that neither had security
“I didn’t even get a chance to try
out my new boots,” Bron grumbled as Kevin grabbed
her by the waist and pulled her closer. Kevin hit
the button and Bron frowned, “Wrong floor stupid.”
She reached for the panel to hit
the correct floor when her hand was batted away.
“We’ve moved,” as he spoke as he pulled her closer.
“Oh,” was her only reply.
Silence again filled the elevator
as they reached the floor. Walking out of the elevator
Kevin began talking, “I don’t want anyone to know
where we are.”
“What about Bounce?” Bron inquired.
Bron couldn’t believe the opulence of the floor that
they were on. Kevin held her hand as they walked
to the end of the corridor.
“Bounce will be fine. This is our
night and I have to work tomorrow,” Kevin answered
her in a voice that was serious. “Besides I have
a surprise for you. Wait here a minute,” he spoke
as he slid the card down the lock and went in.
Bron waited outside of the door for
at least five minutes. “This is bullshit. He leaves
me standing in the hall on my wedding night,” she
spoke. “I’m going to go party,” she said as she began
to step away from the door. As she did she felt a
hand on her collarbone and heard, “Going somewhere
darlin’.” Bron was dragged backwards into the suite.
“Well hell, I thought you forgot
about me Kevin,” she said as she turned around and
was astonished at what she saw.
“Nope, I could never forget about
you,” he whispered as he pulled her to him for a kiss.
The kiss was sweet and innocent and enjoyed by both.
Bron glanced up and down Kevin in
one sweep. “Are you starting this private party without
me?” Kevin was all ready down to his boxers and his
clothes rested in the chair. Candles were burning
all over the room and a bottle of something was chilling
in a bucket beside the bed.
Kevin chuckled, “No, but now it’s
my turn, you had this morning.”
Bron pondered the comment in her
head. Oh, it’s that control thing again. She wasn’t
sure exactly what he had in mind but she was apprehensive.
“We’re going to play a game,” he
grinned at her.
“You said I wasn’t allowed to play
games,” she spoke without looking at him as she removed
He placed his hand on her chin and
raised her head. Their eyes met, “I gave you this
morning, now it’s time to give it back to me.” Bron
tried to turn her head away and he refused to let
her. “I love you so much,” he groaned as he bent
down to kiss her.
After the kiss her fear was erased.
She knew he wouldn’t ever do anything to hurt her
intentionally. Kevin walked to the table and came
back with two glasses of champagne. He handed one
of them to her, “To my wife,” he whispered as he raised
his glass to his lips. “To my husband,” she smiled
and did the same.
“Well now one of us is way overdressed
here,” he chuckled as he set his glass down on the
table. “Time to play,” he whispered with a growl
in her ear.
His hands grazed over her skin as
he gently turned her around so that her back was to
him. “Ya know you’re freaking me out a little Master,”
she spoke as her voice quivered.
Kevin ignored her remark as his hands
journeyed to the bottom of the corset. He was frustrated
at first, Mary and Margie must have put a dozen knots
in the damn thing. Bron suppressed her giggle knowing
he wouldn’t find it amusing.
Each time he pulled the strings out
of the eyelets it exposed more of her back. Gently
he would kiss or caress the newly exposed flesh.
He was getting past the point of wanting to be tender
or sweet. He wanted his bride to be his wife.
Bron stood in front of him quaking
and shaking. Kevin hadn’t said one word to her as
he undressed her. No sweet nothings, no I love you,
nothing at all. The corset was dropped to the floor
and his hands immediately went to her ample breasts.
Slowly he cupped and squeezed them until he heard
a soft moan from her. He still was silent and Bron
was having difficulty dealing with it.
“Relax darlin’,” he spoke as his
hands settled on the waistband of her pants. Slowly
he unzipped the pants and eased them down her legs.
He was kneeling behind her as he slipped the pants
off her feet. Bron reached out to him to steady herself.
“No,” he uttered, as he pulled away from her hand.
His hands skimmed up the back of
her legs as he stood up. A moan from deep within
him escaped from the back of his throat. Kevin broke
contact with her for a split second to remove his
boxers. He wrapped both of his arms around her waist
and pulled her to him. Slowly he began to rub himself
on her backside and lean onto her.
Bron could hear his breathing becoming
labored and louder. His arousal rubbing against he
bottom and lower back. She was getting upset she
couldn’t see his face. She felt like a faceless stranger
was making love to her. One of his arms wrapped around
her shoulders and one went around her waist. She
could feel him beginning to bend sideways behind her.
She glanced over her shoulder to find him watching
her. The look on his face was mixed, it was desire
and raw power. Quickly she turned back around, her
fear getting the best of her.
Kevin smiled to himself, he wasn’t
really trying to frighten her but the cave man side
of him wasn’t really minding it to much. He just
wanted her to know that he was taking his control
back. Bron had no business playing in arena an that
she didn’t understand. In time he would teach her,
but not tonight. He knew she wasn’t a virgin but
she had limited experience and there were so many
things that he could teach her. She the pupil, he
Little by little he began to caress
her bottom as he bent sideways. He began kissing
her the cheeks of her bottom. Bron jumped slightly,
and he finally spoke. “The last time I did this you
cried. I’m glad you don’t cry anymore,” he whispered.
The memory of her biting him in the shoulder when
they were in Chicago came bolting to his mind. He
didn’t know why and then he made the connection.
Slowly he edged up her back. Suddenly
he sunk his teeth into her skin of her back by her
shoulder. “Oww!” Bron yelled and nearly catapulted
herself from his arms.
Bron tried to spin around, her anger
flaring. She didn’t understand why he had just done
that but it hurt. Then she heard him chuckle softly.
“Why the hell did you do that?” she fumed as she tried
to turn in his arms. His grip on her was tight and
she couldn’t budge.
“I owed you that from Chicago,” he
snickered. “Calm down, will you.”
Slowly he turned her in his arms.
He brushed the hair from her face so he could see
her eyes. Her eyes had a watery glint to them. He
hadn’t meant to bite her that hard as he briefly looked
at the mark. He had broken the skin and saw little
pools of blood surfacing in the indentations he had
left. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled as he settled his arms
around her again and lowered his lips to his spot.
His tongue lavished that spot as well as his lips
Bron’s head fell back and she pushed
closer to him. Kevin could feel her nipples hardened
against his chest. Damn that feels good as he moved
his chest slightly increasing her hardness and the
Bron’s hand reached down between
them and was quickly pulled away. “No, not yet,”
he spoke commandingly.
“Kevin,” she whined.
“Patience darlin’” he groaned. He
knew that if she touched him now it would be over
in a matter of minutes. All the pent up frustration
from the last week as well as exhaustion.
“Kevin you’re teasing me,” she whispered
on his chest.
“Yes I am, just like Pittsburgh.
Remember Pittsburgh Bron?” he answered as his hands
and lips continued taunting her body to a frenzy.
“I don’t want to talk about it,”
“We have to sometime darlin’,” Kevin
“No we don’t,” she replied.
Kevin’s hands never stopped moving
over her body. His lips, teeth, and tongue were following
the path of his hands. All of him was pushing her
to the next level.
Bron reached up and wrapped her arms
around his neck. She couldn’t hold on anymore nor
stand, “Please take it. I can’t take anymore.” Bron
could hear the audible exhale that came from him.
Kevin had heard what he had been
waiting to hear. The regaining of his power, his
control, and her admission of what he could do for
“My Bride, My Witch, My wife,” he
whispered gruffly as he wrapped his arms around her
and carried her to the bed.
Gently he laid her down and he lay
next to her. They had both turned on their sides
to face each other.
Bron reached out hesitantly to touch
him but was anxious that he would admonish her for
it. His eyes studied her movements as she ran her
hands down his chest lightly. Once she saw that he
wouldn’t protest she continued gingerly southward.
She felt the rough curly hair of his groin as she
laced her fingertips through it. She scraped her
nails down the inside of one his thigh and up the
other. She reached between his legs and gently fondled
and squeezed him.
Born watched Kevin’s eyebrows crease
together almost in pain. The sweat was gently seeping
from his pores as his skin began to shine. Bron knew
he was holding back and trying to make it last.
Kevin grabbed Bron’s leg and tugged
it over his thigh. Gently he pulled her closer to
him by her leg. Bron reached for his now engorged
member. If she touched him, he was going to explode
instantly and that wasn’t what he wanted. He was
going to loose himself in his bride not in her hand.
“No Witch,” he groaned as he brushed her hand away.
He watched her face frown and chuckled to himself,
my wife doesn’t like to be told no.
His hand lowered in search of her
core. His fingers pressed against her folds, “So
wet,” he remarked as her cheeks flushed. Gently he
pushed her fingers into her and began to stretch the
walls that he wanted to be confined to. Warm and
silky such a delicious feeling came over him.
By the color of her cheeks her embarrassment
was out pacing her desire and he needed to change
it quickly. He couldn’t believe the heat emanating
from her center and the tightness, but he kept his
comments to himself as he began to set a fast paced
rhythm to bring her directly over the abyss. Pressing
his thumb against her bud, he watched her close her
eyes. It was time.
Kevin rolled onto her forcing her
on her back. “Open your eyes Bron. I want to see
you,” he whispered as he waited poised at her entrance.
Bron wrapped her legs across his back and locked her
Bron opened her eyes and he smiled
at her. Deep chocolate pools of desire locked on
him. They reflection of the candlelight flicked across
her pupils. He thrust into her in one movement as
his hands reached to cup her bottom. He brought up
to meet him and he could know feel himself pressed
against her cervix.
“I love you,” he whispered as he
leaned to plant a kiss on her shoulder. He came back
up and watched at they thrusted together in harmony.
He watched her go over the edge biting her lip and
trying to be ever so quiet. Her eyes stayed open
and focused on him but she was not vocal. Unfortunately
that was not something he wanted or could do. The
exotic dance had gone on to long and now it was time
to seek relief. He called her name as he came, which
was followed by a grunt.
Gently he lay down on top of her.
He shifted some of his weight to the mattress and
reflected momentarily on what had just taken place
between them. He wanted her to be more vocal but
knew it would never happen in a hotel. Bron had begun
to expose the different layers of her personality
to him, including her insecurities. He propped himself
up on one elbow and looked at her.
Kevin was staring at her intently
like he was trying to figure something out. “What?”
she groaned as she tried to move away.
Kevin captured her head in his hands.
“I wish you would tell me you like what I’m doing.
Why are you so quiet now?”
“I don’t know,” she replied as she
lay there blinking at him. She thought maybe she
had done something wrong, something that didn’t please
“It’s okay baby,” he replied to her
uneasiness as he reached over and kissed her cheek.
“I’m not comfortable in hotels.
I want to go home,” she whispered to him.
“I know and soon we will be home,”
he answered as he moved off of her.
Bron watched him settle next to her.
His frustration and exhaustion were now taking a toll
on him. The entire week he had protected her from
everyone but himself and now what he needed was sleep.
“Kev are we going to make it?” she asked quietly.
“Yes darlin’, we’re gonna make it,”
he answered as snuggled closer to her.
Bron waited for his breathing to
slow down indicating that he had fallen asleep. It
didn’t take long, he was now relaxed. She glanced
at him and could have sworn that he was smiling in
his sleep. Bron slipped from the bed and blew out
the candles. She lightly climbed back into bed and
rolled on her side. She could hear the light snore
coming from him and her remark to his mother and the
girls came back to her. “Yep wham, bam, thank you
mamm, lights out, snore,” Bron giggled. She felt
a large arm come over the top of her and she was pulled
back against him. His hand settled on her stomach
and stayed there as he threw one of his legs over
the top of hers. Bron sighed and closed her eyes.
“If you say we’ll make it, we will,” she uttered as
she drifted off to sleep.
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