His by Carolyn Faulkner (recommended reading txt) 📕

him, his will, his decisions for her, giving him total control of every aspect of her.

His scream of ecstasy was at least as loud as hers had been last night. In completely controlling her, he lost complete control of himself. He pumped himself into her violently, giving no quarter, not holding back in the least as his powerful body completely overwhelmed her more petite one in an orgy of raw, naked lust.

When they finally came back from their honeymoon, they could not have been more rested or happier. They had spent all that time together and were extremely compatible, much, apparently, to the press and the public's surprise. Happy couples were boring copy, so the press coverage of their marriage and honeymoon died down quickly, and they were both very thankful of that.

On their first night back, they didn't do a thing, but each of them had full schedules starting the next day. Despite how vibrant and healthy she was when they got back, though, within three weeks she was flat on her back with some sort of strange flu. He had his personal physician come and look her over, and was very careful to mention over the phone exactly where they'd been over the past month and a half, just in case it was something exotic.

It turned out just to be a case of the grip. He cut her a lot of slack because she was sick, and because he hated to see her that way. He generally wasn't permissive with her in the least. He held fast to her rules, even when it wasn't convenient for himself and it didn't really seem to be what she wanted.

But she got sick so seldom, and this thing seemed to take such a hold on her, that he simply spent most of his time nursing her, and anything but getting her well flew right out the window, as it should have. Now, he could just as easily have hired someone to take care of her, but he honestly couldn't imagine doing that. When she started to get really sick, right after he'd called his doc, he got on the horn to his secretary at home and told her to rearrange his appointments for at least the next ten days. Then he called her secretary and told her to do the same thing for Raina, over his wife's weak protests.

He missed a board meeting so that he could stay home and care for her, not that he minded in the least.

That invisible line in their relationship came into play at times like this - that line that was drawn where he no longer had power over what she did, and although it was usually not that blurred, he put his foot down when it came to her health. She was so sick that she was losing weight, and she really didn't have it to lose. He wasn't going to let her out of his sight until he was sure that she was going to be okay, and that overrode anything work wise for either of them, as far as he was concerned, and it still came down to the fact that she'd entrusted herself to him, and he was the final authority on everything regarding her life - especially matters of health.

The fact was, though, that she was almost as bad a patient as he was, and he rapidly expended all of the mercy he was going to allow her once she started to get better. His doctor had told her that it really just had to work its way through her system, although he had given her a shot of phenergan, he'd also left a prescription for it, and he'd managed to convince the doc without too much effort that since she couldn't seem to keep much down, that the script should be for suppositories rather than pills. He'd also asked for as many extra as the doctor could spare.

So, every four hours he would go to the fridge and get two out, along with a fresh pair of gloves. It was strange to actually have medical permission to do things to her that he'd already been doing for the past two years, but he also appreciated the irony of how well it fit into their lifestyle.

Raina quickly became very cranky at this treatment, to a certain extent because it was less adult than his usual methods. There was no leather involved, there was no bondage, there was no punishment... yet. The first time he did it, he caught her unaware and thus had the advantage. But this time she gave him a jaundiced look when he approached her with medicine and gloves in hand, and tried as best she could in her sick and weakened state to crab her way across the bed, well away from him, and using her newfound ability to say, "No!", since she was too sick for him to punish her for it.

He was frowned down at her in a distinctly paternal manner that was almost as bad as his usual frown. "Raina, stop."

Despite how horrid she felt, she recognized that tone down deep in her bones - and her bottom - and did as she was told. But she didn't come towards him.

He could see that rebellion in her eyes, and thought, not for the first time, that she must've been a handful of a child. But it was the woman who was lying there about as far away from him as she could, when he held the key to her feeling better in his hand, just because she didn't like the fact that he had chosen a distinctly submissive method of delivery for said medicine.

Chapter Eight

But her childish petulance wasn't his problem. He leaned over and wrapped a long arm around her legs, dragging her towards him. She didn't quite have the nerve to fight him out and out, but she certainly wasn't cooperating, either. He, for one, didn't see