Her Canadian Dream [Her Canadian Dream] (Siren Publishing Classic) (11 page)

“Noooooo, please, Sir, fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

Her words inflamed him so that he had no choice but to move faster. Leaning down to capture a nipple, he drew on the tender tip as he felt the familiar tingle of impending orgasm. Reaching down with one hand, he brushed her clit with his finger as he pressed his hard cock deep inside her.

She started to contract around him, pitching him headfirst into his own explosion. Throwing his head back he gave a shout as he came, his mouth seeking hers in a passionate, long kiss, elongating the pleasure for them both, until he collapsed on top of her, exhausted.

Rolling to one side so as not to hurt her, he reached up to release the cuffs on her wrists and then moved down to do the same with her ankle restraints. Tossing the condom into the wastebin by the side of the bed he turned back, gathering her up to him, holding her close.

She cuddled into his body, resting her hand on his hard chest. Enfolding her in his arms, he smoothed down her hair and kissed the top of her head. He heard her breathing slow as she drifted off to sleep and he held her tight as she cuddled against him.

Oh my.

Aly woke, still encircled by strong arms which held her in a viselike grip.

Who ever thought it could feel that good?

Her face burned as she thought back to what they’d done. It was every bit as good as she’d read about. In fact, it was way and above what she had thought it would be like. And by all accounts, it was only the tip of the iceberg.

Would he want to do more with her? Would she want that?
Oh yeah!

As she stirred, he murmured in her ear.

“What’s going through that busy mind of yours, sweetheart? I hope you’re not regretting what happened?”

“Oh no,” she answered shyly. “It was…uh…amazing. I never thought it would feel like that. It was much better than reading about it.”

He chuckled. “I should hope so, too!” He rolled over on top of her and she could feel his burgeoning erection nudging her most private part, awakening her nerves again and making her tingle all over.

He kissed her, deeply and thoroughly, parting her lips and slipping his tongue in to further explore her depths. As he did so, his hand slid to cup her mound, a large finger again pushing its way into her feminine wetness. Adding another finger to the first, he used his thumb to circle her clit, bringing it to begging attention in seconds. Her gasp of pleasure was swallowed by him as he took her mouth again. Tongues meshed and breathing quickened as his cock engorged and jerked, ready for action.

“You want another lesson, little sub?”

She shivered at his words and answered softly but swiftly. “Yes, please, Sir.”

“Have you ever given a blowjob, treasure?”

Her answer was to slide down the bed, reach over him, and take his large cock into her mouth. He was big enough that she could only take him in halfway, then she gagged as he hit the back of her throat. Swallowing hard, he urged her, “Easy, sweetheart, take your time.” She pulled back a little and started to lick up and down his rigid shaft. As a small bead of moisture appeared on the tip of his swollen head, she lapped at it, the taste of him as arousing as the taste of herself on him when they had kissed earlier. Her small tongue flicked along his velvety length until he almost lost control.

Lifting her up, he flipped her onto her front with a growl. “Hands and knees, now!”

She scrambled to do as he bid and knelt, waiting. She heard the sound of foil ripping as he donned a condom and in one thrust was inside her. “Hands up on the headboard.” She lifted her hands and grabbed the carved wood of the beautiful bed as his arms curled around her and his fingers pulled her nipples, to the point of pain, as he rammed into her from behind. The pull on her tits shot down to her clit and flooded her pussy, easing the passage of his rod pumping in and out of her.

Pinching her sensitive peaks one more time, he pulled his hands back and gripped her hips. One hand moved round to her clit and pinched, causing her to jump and almost lose her grip on the headboard. Quickly she grabbed it again, almost losing it again as he dipped a finger into her juices and gently skimmed her most private back hole.

“I’m hoping that you’re a virgin here, because I so want to be the first to take this pretty little asshole.”

His words burned almost as much as his finger as he slid it into her ass and encountered the tight ring of muscle blocking his entry. Slowly, he pushed in a little further until he was in up to his knuckle. She moaned as the burning increased. “Relax, sweetheart. Push back a little. It will make it easier.”

She did as she was told and his finger found the way through the barrier and pushed right in.

She tensed. The burning sensation was almost too much to bear and she was ready to use a safe word until she heard a gruff whisper in her ear.

“Shhh…relax.”

She felt something wet and cold on her rear and realised that he had now lubed his fingers and was easing another in to accompany the first. The lube helped relieve the burn and then it was replaced with a feeling of fullness which wasn’t altogether unpleasant. His fingers moved inside her ass, gently stretching, as he continued to pump his cock into her pussy. The fullness she felt was incredible and she started to move back toward him, relishing the feeling of his cock and fingers stuffing both holes.

His other hand made its way to her clit, where it pinched and tugged the stiff little bud until she screamed out as she came. Her body was overwhelmed with a myriad of sensations in pussy, ass, and on her clit. Her insides gripped his dick hard and tipped him over the edge as he withdrew his fingers and gripped her hips again and roared his completion.

They both collapsed down onto the bed, Aiden rolling to one side to avoid crushing her with his bulk. Reaching down to remove the condom, he froze.

The condom, which had been firmly encased on his dick just a minute ago, was split all along one side. A tiny stream of semen ran down his leg as he moved, the remainder of his copious fluids obviously having been left inside her. “Uh, Alyssa. Sweetheart. We have a problem.” He spoke urgently as he grabbed a handful of tissues from the box on the nightstand and started to clean up, first her and then himself.

She sat up quickly, the tone of his voice alerting her to a problem. Looking at the remains of the condom in his hand, dread filled her as she took in the situation.

“Oh, Aiden. What happened?” She looked at him in panic. Although he appeared to be calm, she went cold with terror. As he threw the condom and tissues in to the bin her mind went into overdrive.

She started to shake and he pulled her into his arms.

What if I get pregnant? I have to go home soon and I don’t have a home, job, or anything in reserve. How will I manage to bring up a baby?

Pulling herself from his arms, she stood and ran for the door.

“Hey, where are you off to?” he called out as she slipped from the room and disappeared along the hallway. She didn’t answer, but he heard the sound of the lock turning on the bathroom door and muffled sounds from within.

“Alyssa! Come back.”

Jumping up, he followed in her footsteps. Even though he’d heard the lock, he still tried the door. The stout door remained firmly closed against him.

Rapping his knuckles against the wood, he called through to her.

“Alyssa. Open the door. Come on, sweetheart. There’s no need to panic. This happens to loads of people and they’re OK. Come on, baby, please open the door.”

At the silence from within he tried a different tack. In his deepest Dom voice, he again called out, “Alyssa. Open this door, now! Do not ignore me or you will be punished.”

Banking on her sub tendencies kicking in, he stepped back and waited, smiling in grim satisfaction as he heard the sounds of her blowing her nose and the toilet flush. The lock turned and she peeked around the door. Her eyes were red and she had obviously been crying, which tugged at his heart strings. Holding out his hand, he took her hand and pulled her out of the room and back into his arms.

Cradling her gently, he soothed her back as he whispered, “Alyssa, let’s go back in the bedroom. It’s cold out here on the landing. I’m sure there will be nothing to worry about but if there is, we’ll deal with it. OK?”

She nodded and followed him back into the bedroom where he had pulled all the covers back from the bed. He urged her to get in and very quickly slid in behind her. Gathering her into his arms he held her until her trembling lessened and again she appeared to drop off to sleep. He, too, then drifted off, the woman in his arms making his world seem right for the first time in years.

* * * *

Aly wasn’t asleep though. She slowed her breathing in order to make him think she was sleeping, but her mind was whizzing round and she knew sleep was a long way off.

She had no doubt that he would “deal with it” if there were consequences of the mishap. Men like Aiden weren’t marriage material and certainly not the sort to want to be saddled with a baby. If it turned out that she was pregnant, she knew that it would be down to her to sort out.

Having been on her own for so long, the idea of having a baby to love and hold was, in fact, not as upsetting as she might have thought. Yes, there would be problems but she would deal with them in the same way she’d dealt with everything since she was a child. Aiden need never know if he had implanted his seed into her. She was due to go home in February so going a little earlier wouldn’t raise too many eyebrows. A pang of pure regret shot through her at the idea of leaving Aiden. It was almost certain that she was falling in love with him. But he wasn’t her type. He was a Dom who wouldn’t want to be saddled with a nervous sub, certainly not one who was pregnant.

By the time light was peeking through the window, she had made her decision.

Much as she loved the idea of staying here with him and exploring her sexuality, she was sure he was only trying to be kind and teaching her these things as a favour to Jan and Brett. She would get her flight home booked now and get away before she sank any deeper into him and his magic.

Slipping from the bed, she made her way silently into her own room. He turned in his sleep but didn’t wake as she crept away in the half light.

In her room, she opened her laptop and started to search for flights to the UK, finally finding a seat on a flight this evening, perfect for her plan. She knew Aiden visited with his parents on Sundays so she could pack and leave without him knowing. She would text Jan from the airport so that she wouldn’t worry when she didn’t turn up for work the next morning. She would leave her car at the long stay parking and Jan could collect and sell it, keeping the money she got for it as payment for not working notice.

Maybe she was jumping the gun but she knew that for the sake of her heart she was doing the right thing. Pregnant or not, she had to go home, although Canada was feeling more like home every day. It was just a bit sooner than she had originally hoped. Last night had just been the catalyst which urged her on.

She heard Aiden moving around in the other room and steeled herself for the day ahead. He was likely to be angry when she bailed on him. She didn’t want to make him look a fool but if she didn’t do this, she was going to end up with a broken heart and nothing else.

He called out. “Alyssa? Where are you, sweetheart?”

He strode into her room, all powerfully masculine and confident, endorsing her decision, as she knew that a man like him wouldn’t really be interested in someone like her.

“Hi, I was just grabbing some clothes before getting in the shower.”

Well, Aly, let’s hope all those acting lessons at school sank in.

She gave him a tentative smile and picked up her robe from the end of the bed.

Crossing the room, he noticed her open laptop and raised his brows in question.

“Oh, I was just checking my e-mail. You were sleeping so soundly I didn’t want to disturb you by using the shower until you were awake.”

Hugging her to him, he murmured, “Sweetie, the shower wouldn’t wake me. And you could have used the en suite one in my room.”

She held him around the waist, breathing in his scent, filing it away for the time when she wouldn’t be able to do this. Pulling back, she walked over to the corner cupboard and grabbed underwear, jeans, and a sweater, and made for the door.

“I’ll just have a quick shower and then do some breakfast. What would you like?”

“I told you that you don’t have to prepare my meals…but if you’re offering…” He grinned. “How are you in the pancake department?”

Answering with a grin of her own, she admitted that she could cook pancakes, albeit, the English variety, and he looked like a kid in a sweetie shop. She brushed past him toward the bathroom, evading his outstretched arms, tutting, “If you want pancakes then you’ll have to let me get dressed and dress yourself.”

With a groan he allowed her to pass and headed off to his own room.

Aly’s brain was still in a spin as she whisked and beat the batter for pancakes. Taking the maple syrup from the fridge and setting it on the table, she turned to make the coffee and tea before he came down. Switching on the radio in the corner of the room, she sang along quietly to a tune she recognised as she worked. Her movements were economical and soon the drinks were ready and the batter of the first pancake was sizzling in the pan.