by L. DuBois
“Yes, Sir,” she yelped.
Another loud, ringing swat and she yelped and wiggled. That hurt.
She was so wet.
“I like it when you call me Sir. It’s sort of military.” He rubbed her throbbing ass and she twitched and whimpered in anticipation of the next spank. “I am your Master. Don’t forget that, even when you call me ‘Sir.’”
“I won’t, Master Sir.”
He released her arms and she heard him back away. Reaching back, she gingerly felt her backside. It hurt, and she loved it. Rosa pushed off the bed.
She looked up at Liam, who seemed taller and more imposing than he had been. A familiar stranger.
There was just a hint of concern on his face—a hesitancy in his eyes. He didn’t ask her if she was okay as he would have in the past, but she knew him well enough to know that he was worried, probably that he’d spanked her too hard.
She lowered her eyes submissively. “Thank you for correcting my behavior, Sir.”
He made a pleased noise. Then he was undoing the tie of the robe and pushing it off her shoulders, leaving her naked. “Go get your things.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Naked and barefoot she walked out into the light of a new day, noting, with no little amusement, the symbolism. They were starting again—a new day, a new understanding of how they fit together. She’d call him Sir, after months of calling him Master and the word never quite sounding right. He’d give in to his inner Dom/darkness, and if that was who had been in control last night, she was going to have a very good time.
And what happens after this? Good sex doesn’t mean your relationship is fixed. You have problems, lots of them, besides this.
Her steps slowed, but she forced herself to put those thoughts aside. That ability to compartmentalize was a hard-won skill.
She caught a very grumpy looking Master Khan and Luscious exiting their room. A bedraggled looking Hachiro—his normally perfect hair a mess, his cheeks marked with stubble and loose pants visibly tented by a hard on—brushed past her without stopping. Luscious was naked except for a chastity belt.
That explained why they were grumpy.
The other woman studied her for a moment, then smiled. “You look happy.”
“I am. And thank you. Both of you. We’re going to stay for a few days.”
“A worthwhile endeavor. And I’m glad the outcome was good, though, before you ask my little strumpet, that does not mean your punishment is over.”
Luscious pouted, but said, “It was worth it. You know I love a good happy ending.”
Rosa slipped past them to grab her stuff, sparing a glance for the pile of mattresses and bedding where she and her fellow harem members had slept.
When she emerged, Master Khan and Luscious were gone.
A happy ending.
That’s what Luscious had said. Rosa no longer knew what a happy ending looked like. She’d known once—had a vision of her future so clear that she’d known what color flowers she’d plant in the pots on the porch, and what the theme for the nursery would be.
That vision had been nothing more than a fantasy, no matter how vividly she imagined it, or fervently she wished.
Again, she pushed the thoughts away and returned to Liam. For now they had this, and it would be enough.
Twelve
Liam casually flipped pages until he reached the “H” section of the checklist.
“Let’s go over this, shall we?”
Rosa didn’t reply. Not surprising since his cock was in her mouth.
It was late afternoon. They’d slept most of the day, and woken up to find Las Palmas almost deserted, except for the well-paid and discreet staff who were cleaning and tidying the place after the weekend rush. Technically the club was open all the time, but Liam had never been here except on the weekends, when the staff were all but absent, and every corner of the club was full of wicked and delicious spectacles.
After letting the club manager know they’d be there for a few days, and agreeing to switch rooms, allowing them to clean the one they’d slept in, Liam had decided to take advantage of the deserted nature of the place. That was why he was sprawled on one of the short, padded couches in the Sub Rosa Court, totally naked, legs spread, with an equally naked Rosa kneeling on a pillow between his legs.
He moved the papers to the side to enjoy the sight of her lips wrapped around his cock. Her skin was dappled with late afternoon sunlight that filtered through the roses and vegetation all around. Her lovely golden hair was loose around her back and shoulders, just waiting for him to sink his hands into it.
He did precisely that, gathering a handful of her hair and giving it a little tug.
She’d closed her eyes as she slowly bobbed her mouth up and down his shaft—he’d threatened her with no orgasms if she’d made him come too soon—but opened them and looked up when he tugged.
Was there anything better than a woman looking up while sucking cock?
No. No, there wasn’t.
“Hair pulling,” he told her. “We haven’t done hair pulling yet, and that was a yes from you.”
She slid her eyes to the side, as if trying to look at his hand in her hair.
“This?” He gave another tug and her eyelids fluttered as if she wanted to close them to focus on enjoying it. “This is just hair tugging foreplay.” He spoke without filtering his words, without worrying how she’d take them, or what she’d say in return. It wasn’t like she could talk. “I want to fuck you from behind while I pull your hair. Maybe I’ll fuck your ass while I pull your hair. Or maybe I’ll fuck you while there’s a plug in your ass.”
Her eyes widened and she nodded enthusiastically, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth.
He grinned, then used her hair as a handle to force her head down on his dick, until her nose touched his belly and she gagged. She started to pull back but he held her a moment longer, forcing her to stay there. When he finally let her up, her eyes were watering slightly.
You’re hurting her, upsetting her.
His Dom ignored that little voice. She had a signal to use as a safe word. She’d use it if she needed it.
And if she didn’t, she’d obey.
His Dom was firmly in control, and it felt good.
“Hair brush spanking. Another yes from both of us, and something we haven’t done yet.”
She made a muffled yipping sound, and he grinned. “Oh, you’re going to get spanked. If you’re good, you might get to come after. If you’re bad, it won’t be just your ass I spank.”
The way she shivered made him think that wasn’t exactly an upsetting thought. He imagined spanking her pussy—gently—with a wooden hairbrush and his cock jumped in her mouth.
“Hand jobs—receiving. Master Khan had you do that the first weekend. I watched some of it. Did you give a hand job?”
She nodded carefully.
“Harem is done, but not harnessing.”
She looked up and made a face, which took him a minute to interpret. “You did harnessing? With Master Khan?”
Nod.
“Out of rope?”
Another nod.
“Then I guess I get to harness you with leather. We also have ‘having food chosen for you’ and ‘having clothing chosen for you.’” He sighed. “I used some form of the word ‘have’ too many times in that sentence.”
He checked the list, then tugged on her hair until she looked up.
“Why did you say yes to having food chosen, but only willing to try for having clothing chosen? Is it, perhaps, because you don’t trust my taste in clothing?”
He was teasing her and expected an equally teasing response, but she nodded empathetically, making his cock bob.
“Brat. Next up we have head—giving fellatio—wait, why is this under H instead of F?—and head receiving.”
He looked down at her and she raised a brow.
“I suppose we can check that off the list.”
She mumbled something.
“Caught that did you?” He grinned. “But Master Khan said you had your pussy eaten plenty of times while you were in his harem.”
She pouted as best she could with his cock lodged firmly between her lips.
He pretended not to see it and kept reading. Her teeth grazed his cock for a brief moment, but when he jerked the paper aside to look down at her, she smiled innocently around his dick.
He’d had no idea it could be like this—easy, teasing, yet still undeniably BDSM.
“High heel wearing—we took care of that along with hobble—and high heel worship is a no for both of us. Non sexual homage, is also a no.
“Hood we did, but we’re going to do it again.” He wasn’t sure if putting a hood on her was necessary now that they’d cleared the air. After all she wasn’t wearing a hood now. But he liked making her helpless, and limiting sight was a degree of helplessness above bondage alone.
“We’ve done hickeys and hot wax. Housework is a no for you, though I said yes.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Humiliation we’ve done, which is good since I’m not sure how we’d do that with no one else here.”
He flipped the list closed and set it aside. There was one item he hadn’t read—hypnotism. He didn’t want to kill the moment for her, and a reminder of the last time she’d tried that, though it hadn’t been in any kind of sexual situation, might.
She’d done hypnosis while they were trying to get pregnant the second time. Those had been…bad years. The first pregnancy was a happy accident. They’d decided to go for it, using the bit of money they’d had put aside for a wedding to buy baby stuff.
They’d lost him at 32 weeks. Gone in for a regular checkup and found out there was no heartbeat. There hadn’t been anything the doctors could do, except induce Rosalicia.
She’d recovered, though slowly, and a year later they’d started trying again. And trying.
Hypnotism had been a last resort, after they’d run out of money—both what insurance could cover and what they could afford to pay in cash—to pay for IVF.
Rosa pulled her head back, until just the tip of his cock was in her mouth, and licked the crown. It took a minute, but the old sadness melted away under the need and desire she aroused in him.
He loved this woman. He’d loved her through good times and bad. He’d loved her as they’d grown up, and grown apart.
She was right there, and they were close, emotionally and physically, in a way they hadn’t been in a long time.
So why was he gripped with a fresh, sharp desperation to touch her? To bind her to him and make her understand, in the most primal way, that she was his?
Liam cupped her face, jerking her off his cock. “Up on the couch,” he commanded, voice hoarse.
Her eyes widened, but then she pushed stiffly to her feet. That wasn’t fast enough. He grabbed her, hoisting her up and thrusting her forward. She scrambled to obey, kneeling on the seat and grabbing the backrest.
“Legs spread. Get your ass lower so I can fuck you.”
She gasped, but obeyed, spreading her legs wide so her hips lowered.
He stepped up onto the thick pad she’d been kneeling on. It gave him the additional inches of height needed to make this work. Grabbing her hips, he jerked them towards him, so her ass and hips were thrust back, her arms straining to keep herself from falling.
He stabbed his bobbing, wet cock against the inside of one thigh, then against her mound before hitting home, finding the wet valley of her sex. It would have been gentler, smoother, if he’d used his hand to guide his cock, but he didn’t want gentle or smooth.
He wanted rough and raw. The sort of fucking she would feel for days and remember always.
His Dom took control.
Tightening the muscles low in his pelvis, he angled his cock, using his hips to slide from the plumpness of her labia to the entrance to her vagina. He felt the give of her channel.
Liam reached forward and wrapped her hair around his wrist and fist, then jerked her head back, forcing her body into a deep arch that only improved the angle of her hips. She sucked in a surprised breath, then released it as a needy little moan.
He would give her what she needed.
Liam thrust his cock into his sub’s pussy. He’d planned to sink all the way in with that first thrust, but she was so tight that he only got in half way.
He withdrew all the way, then tried again. This time he went balls-deep in one thrust.
Rosa cried out, a desperate sound.
“You’re mine,” he growled.
“Yours, yours, yours,” she panted.
Liam withdrew all the way, until cool air brushed the head of his cock, and then thrust in again. She sank down onto him, meeting him halfway.
Liam released her hip, bringing his other hand up and wrapping it around her throat.
He held her that way, one hand in her hair, the other around her neck, and she went wild.
“Yes, oh yes. Fuck me. Sir. Liam. Fuck. Yes. Please, please.” Her words were a litany, with no artifice. Just raw need.
He fucked her hard, his own head bent, his teeth fastening on her trapezius, like an animal holding its mate in place. His hips pistoning into her so hard and fast that at one point her right leg slid off the seat. He didn’t stop fucking her. She scrambled and braced her toes beside his foot, holding on for dear life as he continued to fuck her savagely.
The orgasm was right there, he could feel it in the tightness of his body, but his need was too great, too dark. It would take more to make him come.
He released her throat and reached under, pawing at her breasts, slapping them, then pinching and twisting her nipples until she cried out in either pleasure or pain.
His Dom didn’t care which. His Dom knew she needed both. That when he held her like this, fucked her like this, they were one and the same.
“Please, please,” she chanted.
“Please what?” he snarled.
“More. Hurt me. Fuck me.”
He considered pulling out of her pussy and fucking her ass. She wasn’t prepared or lubed. That wouldn’t have stopped him, not the savage he was at this moment. What stopped him was his own reluctance to leave her sweet pussy unfilled.
He loosened his hold on her hair, then re-wrapped it around his hand like a piece of rope. Then he reached that hand around and forced three fingers into her mouth.
He wasn’t gentle, because he didn’t want to be. He forced her mouth open, so she’d remember that he could. That her mouth, like her pussy, were his to use and fill.
Her tongue danced over his fingers, licking softly, as if she were trying to tame him.
Liam came, one hand clamping down on a breast, the other both pulling her hair tight wrapped around her jaw so he could fuck her mouth with his fingers. His lower back and thighs clenched, his balls pulsed, and he squeezed his eyes closed.
The orgasm left him weak and sweaty. He shivered as a slight breeze washed over his damp back.
Liam lay his forehead against her shoulder and panted.
Rosa licked his fingers, then started to suck.
She hadn’t come.
Normally he always made sure she came at least once before he did. He’d been known to be so focused on making her come that he lost his erection.
He should have felt guilty, but he didn’t. He would make her orgasm. He was confident in that. And if she had to wait, to fight her own body’s need, well…that was all part of being his sub.
That’s selfish. That’s not what being a Dom is about.
He paused, then looked down at her. What he was doing now was exactly what she wanted. He knew that from the way she responded. He had to stop thinking about what he thought she should want, and accept that she enjoyed this. If that meant he was a little selfish…well, there were perks to being the Dom.
Liam licked the bite mark he’d left on her shoulder. Withdrawing his fingers from her mouth, he released her hair and stepped back.
> She stayed in position, ass pushed back, arms outstretched and holding on to the back of the couch. She was breathing slowly, making soft little sounds of desire on each exhale.
“I’m hungry. How about we go get some dinner?”
Rosa whirled, eyes wide, mouth open and ready to protest.
He stared at her, and whatever she saw in his expression had her swallowing.
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’ll choose you some clothes.”
She blinked and pressed her lips together, then nodded. “I’ll go, uh, get cleaned up. If that’s okay with you?”
He nodded and waited for her to walk away, then reached out and grabbed her arm.
“Rosa? You’re not allowed to touch yourself when you’re in the bathroom.”
“Well, I’ll need to wipe…”
“Don’t touch your clit. That’s an order.”
She shivered, but her shoulders straightened in defiance. Good.
“If you can’t obey, I’ll come with you. I’ll watch you and I’ll wipe for you. A redo of humiliation. Is that what you want?”
“No, Sir.”
“Good. Then don’t touch your clit.”
She took a long breath, then looked up at him. “Is this one of those be careful what you wish for things?”
“Maybe, if you wished for a real top, and not someone who would let you top from the bottom.”
She slid forward, into his naked body, wrapping her arms around him. He hadn’t expected such a tender moment, and hugged her back.
“This is better than I ever hoped for.”
She was so sexually frustrated that Rosa didn’t care how ridiculous the outfit Liam was picking for her was, which was saying something. The man hadn’t been able to dress before she’d started selecting most of his clothes. He certainly didn’t know anything about women’s clothing.
Ten minutes ago he’d raided her bag, dismissed everything in it—a few pieces of lingerie and her street clothes. With an endearing look of concentration he’d declared he would find her something to wear to dinner. He’d tied her to a chair—knees spread, hands behind her back so she had no way to self-stimulate—and marched off on his mission.
