Follow Me

by Tymber Dalton

  “Do it, baby,” he said.

  She smiled down at him as she lowered herself, sinking his cock deep inside her pussy and letting out a happy sigh as she did.

  He smiled up at her. “Better, baby?”

  “You always make things better, Master.”

  He pulled her down for a kiss, tipping her head to the side so he could leave a trail of bites down her neck to her shoulder and up again. “Give me time to work my way up to implements, baby, but for now, daily spankings are back.”

  She shivered in his arms, a ripple of pleasure centered in her clit. “Thank you, Master!”

  She’d take it, because he was a man of his word.

  He would ease himself back into their normal routine on his timetable, not hers, but he would do it.

  He laughed. “You’re welcome, goddess.” He rolled them over, sitting up so he could throw her legs over his shoulders and start pounding his cock into her in a way he hadn’t done in so long. “Come if you can, baby. If not, I’ll take care of you next, but I need this now.”

  The fire blazing in his brown gaze scorched her in all the delicious, familiar ways.

  This was them, the true them. Every stroke of his cock slid along her clit. When he pinned her hands over her head against the mattress, she shivered once more but couldn’t quite get over.

  But he did. She watched, falling in love all over again as he threw his head back, eyes closed as his loud, satisfied groan filled the room all while his cock filled her with his cum.

  He didn’t move at first, panting, a fine sheen of sweat covering him.

  When his eyes opened, the fire reignited. Before she could move, he’d pulled out and crawled down her body, shoving her thighs apart and burying his face in her pussy. He teased her, drawing it out, biting her along the insides of her thighs to the point of sweet tears in between licking and sucking her clit.

  Once he got her coming, he didn’t stop, either, relentlessly drawing one orgasm after another out of her until he finally sat up and flipped over onto his back again, pulling her on top of him to ride his hard cock.

  This time, she knew he’d last longer. He smiled up at her as he squeezed her breasts, hard enough to leave fingerprints behind. He pinched and tugged on her nipples and tormented her clit, the sadist back in the house once more, where he belonged.

  Exactly where she wanted him.

  By the time they finally passed out late that night from sheer exhaustion, he’d come three times, a record for him that close together, and she’d lost count of her own.

  But as he tightly snuggled her in his arms and raked his nails up her back, she knew she’d awaken the next morning bearing plenty of marks, able to delight in them as she studied them in the mirror.

  “Love you, goddess,” he said, pressing his lips to her forehead.

  “Love you, too, Master.”

  And like that, she fell asleep, contented to be back where she always wanted to be.

  The only place she wanted to be.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Six Months Later…

  Mal knew she didn’t need to tell Kel what today’s date was, but they hadn’t danced around the issue, either. He’d mentioned to her last week that he would be seeing Niall for a session this morning. She had a phone session scheduled with Doyle before she’d go to June’s for a class this afternoon.

  For now, she still had weekly phone sessions with one of the three. Kel was still having weekly office sessions with either Niall or Doug, but she didn’t pry. Once a month they brought her in for a joint session, and they’d helped both of them.

  They were both working through previously unresolved issues—Kel over his father’s untimely death and the anger and helplessness he still harbored over it—and the unhealthy coping skills he’d developed over it—and her over her parents’ deaths, and her issues stemming from her uncle’s gaslighting and overbearing control of her.

  Kel had the password and login for her fitness app but he hadn’t logged in to check it in at least two weeks. He never checked it without telling her first, and standing there with her while he did it.

  Which she loved, because it always brought a gorgeous smile to his face as he looked over her stats before rewarding her with a kiss.

  Or, sometimes, by going down on her right there, if they were home or alone in the office.

  She only weighed herself once a week now, and she’d been holding steady between one-thirty and one-thirty-five for the past three months. Much of her new weight was in muscles. Much to Kel’s delight she’d fleshed out a little around her ribcage, but she could just about crack a damn walnut with her ass and thighs thanks to the pole-dancing. Her diet was now on a normal schedule, and her body seemed to have returned to something approaching normal. She was back on the pill, and she had regular follow-ups with her doctors to keep tabs on her other medications, slight tweaks to the dosages made as necessary.

  Knock on wood, everyone was in agreement they thought she’d recovered, although Doyle, Doug, and Niall cautioned her to treat it like an addiction recovery and to continually take conscious steps to maintain it like she might any other chronic medical condition.

  She agreed that was wise.

  Depending on their work schedule, she was at June’s studio for yoga or pole-dancing classes a minimum of two or three days a week. She’d given Kel permission to ask June as he felt he needed to if she thought Mallory was backsliding or not, because June saw her with a minimum of clothes and could give an honest evaluation.

  So far, he hadn’t asked.

  And Kel had installed a pole in the spare bedroom at the apartment. They’d returned to their full schedule volunteering at Venture, and they’d usually go to the apartment after closing to play and fall asleep there instead of driving home.

  Or, sometimes they’d go upstairs in the middle of a work day for her to put on a private show for him before he played with her and they made love.

  He had no hesitation marking her with his teeth or hands or implements, leave marks in her flesh with his ropes, but he hadn’t yet done any cutting or piercing scenes with her.

  Three weeks ago, when they’d sat down for their weekly talk to check in with each other, he’d asked her if she had any special requests. She’d mentioned that she missed her piercings and cutting play.

  He took it under advisement, and that’s all she’d say about it. Just like she hadn’t liked him pestering her about her recovery in the past, the Master didn’t want her to keep asking him for certain play once she’d stated it.

  Mal knew he wouldn’t forget. He’d store it away, and when he felt the time was right, they’d get there.

  She combed her hair out with her fingers before capturing it in a ponytail with an elastic band. She’d let it grow long again and started coloring it to get the gray out. At Kel’s request, instead of the reddish brassy color she used to favor, she went to the salon and they used lowlights close to her own color to hide the gray. He loved her natural hair color.

  He had told her not to worry about planning dinner tonight, because he had plans for them.

  She wouldn’t question that, either. He wasn’t home yet when she left for class at June’s studio, where she’d be doing yoga before pole-dancing. Her skills had advanced to the point June had asked her if she’d be interested in teaching beginner’s classes on the side.

  It wasn’t something Mal had brought to Kel yet, because she was still deciding if she wanted to do it or not.

  He was home when she arrived later. When she walked in, all the lights were off, the living room lit with a flickering glow from LED candles.

  “Master?” she called out. And something smelled good.

  His head popped out of the kitchen doorway, a smile on his face. “There’s my goddess.”

  He swooped in, taking her things from her and setting them aside before he pulled her into his arms and kissed her, hard, insistent, taking what he wanted.

  Melting her.

 
He delivered a hard swat to her ass. “Quick shower, now, and then come back out here. Naked.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  She hurried to do it. She’d thought tonight maybe he’d want to snuggle on the couch and watch TV. In the past he’d always marked today’s date with quiet resignation and contemplation. She couldn’t blame him, either. The anniversary of his father’s death always hit him hard, just like the anniversary of her parents’ death always hit her hard.

  Five minutes later she hustled back to the living room, dressed only in her wedding rings and day collar. When he specified “naked” that’s how he wanted her. If he wanted her in a leather collar and wrist and ankle cuffs, he always specified that.

  Before she could enter the living room he intercepted her and blindfolded her, making her shiver. “That stays on tonight, baby, until I take it off.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  He held her hands and led her into the living room, where apparently he’d prepared. He laid her down on what she thought was MMA mats they used for rope with a sheet on top of them. He’d also positioned throw pillows and she lay with her head propped up and her thighs spread wide.

  “Hope you’re hungry, baby.” His fingers touched her lips and she opened them automatically, just for him to pop a cherry tomato into her mouth.

  She giggled as she chewed. “Yes, Master.”

  He hand-fed her dinner, even the pumpkin lasagne he’d made, which was messy and had both of them laughing as it went all over him, all over her. In between bites, he teased her, licking her clit, finger-fucking her, biting her tummy, her breasts, her inner thighs.

  When dinner was finished, he had her remain still but she heard him get up and wash his hands. Then he returned and a warm washcloth swabbed her upper thighs.

  He set that aside and she shivered when the sharp smell of alcohol came to her. Another shiver as he swabbed both thighs with that, then set the bottle aside.

  His voice dropped into the full-on shadows territory. “Hold very still, baby.”

  She whimpered and struggled not to move, her clit throbbing, her pussy aching to be filled, knowing what was coming next.

  When he touched the knife to her left thigh she couldn’t suppress her gasp of pleasured pain when the tip pressed, bit, began dragging over her flesh. It slammed her into subspace.

  It was also hard enough to leave a mark, she knew. Maybe not as deep of one as she wanted, but it brought the good kind of tears to her eyes.

  She heard the click of a camera shutter and relief flooded into her.

  He was completely back.

  Damn, she’d fucking missed him.

  He drew lazy doodles in her flesh on both thighs, taking pictures of them as he did, back and forth as she struggled to remain still for him. At some point he’d apparently put on music, Jason Mraz, and it played in the background as he once again marked her, claimed her.

  Made her his canvas.

  When he finished she hissed as he used gauze and alcohol to clean the marks. She was wrong—they were deeper than she first thought to feel like that. Then again, now she was used to pole burn and had more muscles than fat on her thighs than she’d had before.

  He pulled her up and rolled her onto her hands and knees, plunging his cock into her pussy from behind and then holding still.

  More alcohol, along her lower back. She struggled not to squirm on his cock as he drew in her flesh with the knife.

  Then she heard him set it aside again, the sound of the camera shutter.

  More stinging alcohol.

  “Gorgeous,” he hoarsely said. His fingers dug into her hips and he fucked her, pounding into her, deep and hard and actually making her come like that, without his fingers on her clit. When he came it was with a loud, satisfied groan that almost sent her over the edge again.

  But he didn’t pull out. He kept his cock buried inside her and reached around her, pressing something to her clit.

  “Your turn, goddess.” The Hitachi vibrator clicked on and she exploded, back arching and her pussy clamping down on his cock, which started growing hard inside her once more.

  “That’s it, baby,” he said as he slowly resumed fucking her. “No safeword. You’re mine and tonight you’ll come as long as I want you to.”

  Her mind disintegrated. Intense pleasure bordering on pain rolled through her again and again while he took his time and had fun fucking her.

  Only once he came a second time did he finally switch the vibrator off. She collapsed onto the mats, wrung out and wincing as her body reminded her of everything he’d done to her.

  “Hold still, baby.” He pulled the vibrator away, untangled himself from her, and then removed the blindfold.

  He helped her up and scooped her into his arms, a beautiful, satisfied smile on his face as he carried her into their bathroom, to the shower.

  There they cleaned up and he washed all her cuttings with surgical soap, just to be safe. Then he dried her off and dressed the wounds after taking final pictures of them.

  Then he pulled her into his arms and kissed her, long and sweet, their shadowy selves now sated. “I love you, baby.”

  She smiled and rested her head against his chest. “Love you, too, Master.”

  THE END

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