She pulled in a breath.
The only warning was a touch at her entrance, and then he sheathed his cock in her with one merciless thrust. She gasped in shock. He was too big, her tissues too swollen.
His groin brushed over her abused clit, sending waves and waves of pleasure and pain ripping through her again. He held still for a second, letting her adjust, then looked her in the eyes. “I’m going to take you hard now.”
He didn’t ask permission. God, he felt so huge inside her. She tried to move, and the straps held her in place. Open. She felt possessed, taken. Owned.
Leaning forward onto one forearm, he pushed in deeper. “Look at me, gatita.” His voice was rougher, lower. “Keep your eyes on me.” His free hand curled under her ass, making the stripes there burn as he pulled back. And then he drove into her, using his legs, his hips. The piercing was like a solid finger rubbing her right…right on that inside spot. God.
Kimberly’s pussy contracted around Raoul, hot and slick, battering at his dick. Dios, he’d missed being inside her, missed the connection. In his mind, this was the proper way to end a scene between a couple. Making love confirmed the bonds they’d built.
He squeezed his little sub’s ass, knowing it would hurt, seeing her response in the quivering of her thighs, feeling the way her cunt clutched him.
The legs-high position made her extremely tight, the tugging of the piercing waking every nerve in his cock. He thrust hard again, letting his body tell her, show her, what he would soon say to her. Mine. Mine to possess, to protect, to push, to cherish. To love.
He pounded into her, slowing to run his hands over her breasts, the nipples puffy now, and each tiny pinch on a peak made her pussy tighten. Her blue, blue eyes stayed on his as he picked up the pace. He wasn’t trying to last. She’d had enough, but they both needed this to complete what they had done here.
And she felt so hot, so wet, her cunt was still pulsing around him in a lingering orgasm. He pushed in harder, feeling her cervix against the head of his shaft. His balls pulled up tighter, contracting. Just. One. More. Thrust. And then the heat flowed through his shaft so violently, in such intense pleasure, that his hand tightened on her ass, and she squeaked.
He pulled out and pushed back in, his climax not ending, as if his cock wanted to hold out, to stay inside her. His chest heaved as he fought for air. Sweat trickled down the hollow of his back.
He looked into her eyes, seeing her utter submission, her joy in giving him pleasure, in giving herself. The tie between them was almost palpable, and he wanted her in his arms so badly he almost shook with the need.
He kissed her softly and then pulled out with a pang of regret that matched her soft sigh. Moving back, he pressed a quick kiss to her stomach and smiled against the quivering softness.
Dios, he loved her. And her courage. He hadn’t pulled back. He’d demanded from her what they both needed, and she’d given him…everything. The scene, the sex… Both had answered his worries, made her sure of herself. The connection between them was stronger than ever.
He smiled. The bridge was built, was open, and ready for traffic.
After doing up his jeans, he moved to give her a long, long kiss. “I love you, sumisita mía” he whispered and was surprised when her eyes pooled with tears despite her smile.
Always touching her, he released the straps, rubbing her skin lightly to help the blood return, massaging her shoulders and hip joints. Finally she struggled to a sitting position.
The people on the patio were silent, not wanting to interrupt. Raoul glanced their way. Cullen grinned, his little sub obviously riding him; Marcus had Gabi in front of him and his hand in her shorts. Raoul’s lips twitched. Must have been as hot from the outside as it was from the inside.
Z moved Jessica off his own lap, picked up a tightly rolled blanket from the table beside him, and walked over to hand it to Kimberly.
She started to unfold it, and Z shook his head, so she wrapped her arms around the bundle. He touched her cheek lightly with his fingertips, smiled at Raoul, and returned to his sub.
With a sigh of pleasure, Raoul gathered up his woman, soft and warm and fragrant, fitting…just right…in his arms. After kissing the top of her head, he carried her across the patio, down the steps, and onto the beach.
He went to her favorite spot, the weathered white Adirondack chair. As he settled her against him with a sigh of contentment, she buried her face in his neck, starting to tremble.
The aftermath was catching up with her.
With his arms around her, he awkwardly unfolded the blanket Z had given her and found a bottle of water, a tube of ointment…and his collar. Clever dom. After setting everything to the side of the chair, he wrapped her in the thin blanket then pulled her closer. He still felt so in tune with her that he knew when she started to unravel.
She looked up at him, her expression vulnerable, everything open to his gaze. “I missed you so much,” she whispered. “And I was lonely.” Her eyes filled with tears.
He stroked her cheek, recognizing her need. “Cry for me now, Kimberly.”
“Cry for me.” A dom’s command. Kim stared into his face. He was here, really here, and she hurt, and everything inside her felt as if he’d ripped away all the bandages over her emotions, and he was really here. A sob wrenched out of her, a belated sound since tears already streamed down her face. She buried her face in his neck, breathed him in, and cried.
Cried for the weeks apart and for missing him and for his gift of a furry protector. For him losing his family and finding them again, and for her fear of today and the whip, and because her back hurt like hell, and eventually, she realized she was telling him all that in between her sobs.
He’d laid his cheek on top of her head and was murmuring encouragement, Spanish mingling with English.
After a shuddering breath, she looked up. His eyes crinkled, and he dug a cotton handkerchief from his jeans pocket. A handkerchief.
As she wiped her face, she muttered, “You knew this would happen. I cry way too much around you. I never used to cry at all, so this is all your fault.”
He laughed, low and pleased, knocking her heart over as if it had tripped. “But no, gatita, I think you’re making up for lost time. Eventually it will settle down.”
“One can only hope.” She gave him a soft kiss, enjoying the slow movement of his mouth on hers. “I love you.”
He rubbed his nose against hers and then resettled her on his lap before holding a bottle of water to her lips. After she’d finished most of it, he wrapped the blanket back around her.
With a finger under her chin, he asked, “Kimberly, did you have anything to do with my mother and sister visiting me this morning?”
She jerked and realized she’d given herself away. Oh damn. Her turn.
Gabi and Jessica had already gotten in trouble. That nasty Cullen had called Z and Marcus and told on them. Talk about pissed-off doms.
But how would Master R react? His expression didn’t tell her anything. She bit her lip. “Um.”
He nodded as if her hesitance totally confirmed his suspicions. “Why?”
She huffed out a breath. Dammit. “In the hospital, your family warned me about you, saying what you’d supposedly done to your ex, only…that’s just not you. It bothered me. Worried me. Last night, I, uh, checked around.”
“You asked Sally.”
Whip or not, I’m not going to confirm that. “After I finished my research”—that sounded nicely vague—“I talked with your mom and sister, and now they know Alicia is a liar and a bottom-feeding, skanky bilge rat who slept with her—”
“Kimberly.”
Kimberly broke it off—the scum-sucking bitch—and sweetly added, “I simply explained what consensual means.”
Raoul shook his head. It had been the gatita who’d fixed everything.
All these years, alienated from his family because of a vindictive woman’s lies. He frowned. “I wonder if Alicia spread those lie
s in the BDSM community.” Not in the Shadowlands, since Z was a walking lie detector, but elsewhere.
“She sounds like she’s enough of a blowfish.” Kimberly frowned. “The Overseer always acted like he thought you were like him.”
“It’s probably why I was accepted as a buyer so quickly. And why I was there to buy you that night.” His arms tightened. Kimberly might have been bought and disappeared forever. Any buyers not picked up at the auction would hide their slaves forever…or dispose of them.
One little submissive in exchange for three years of not speaking to his family. His lips curved. Maybe he’d send his ex a thank-you note.
Kimberly was biting her lip again, still worried about her interference in his life, his generous-hearted gatita who had healed a wound that had lasted far too long. He ran his finger over her cheek. “Thank you, mi amor.”
Her soft lips turned up in a happy smile. “You’re welcome.” She gave him a mischievous look. “Your sister called before we left Gabi’s house—I’m supposed to come to Sunday dinner with you.”
As Master R laughed and hugged her, Kim sighed in relief. In perfect contentment, she lay in his arms, listening to the waves roll in and the sound of gulls in the distance. Even the voices from the party up the shore didn’t disturb her—she was part of them. “So did I pass the test?”
He ran his finger over her lips. “You know you did. Before we go further, do you have questions, some negotiating?”
Oh. Hmm . She’d worried over so many things, and somehow most of them no longer seemed that important. “Will I live with you?”
“You will.”
“So I’d move here and get a job?”
“Do you want to keep working?” He kissed her. “You don’t have to, you know.”
“I want to.” She wrinkled her nose. “Housework is past boring.”
His laugh bounced her head on his chest. “This is your decision, gatita. And, before you ask, your money is also your own. I have enough trouble with my own finances.”
Her breath eased out. “You’re being awfully easygoing.” Disappointment, worry tightened her chest. Wasn’t he going to stay in charge?
“Now and then. I’m also making one very big concession, chiquita,” he murmured. “You will have a small part of the day to call your own…although I may take that away eventually.” Master R considered her, his eyes narrowing. “You like rules and schedules, so…in the morning, from arising until noon—or at your job—you are in charge of yourself.”
One worry…of being constantly monitored …disappeared. But…I want him in charge.
“The rest of the time, you submit completely to me,” Master R said. He leaned forward, holding her eyes. “For sex, for clothing, for food and exercise. As we lived before. You are mine.”
Her breath huffed out as the tightness in her chest eased into warmth.
His hand fisted in her hair, pulling her head back so she stared up at him. The love in his eyes did not conceal the determination, the sheer steel of his character. “That is the point, is it not, chiquita?”
“Oh yes.”
He kissed her so thoroughly that she felt owned right down to her soul and beyond, then smiled, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Lunch has been and gone, so this is my time, no?”
A tremor went through her as amusement lit his eyes. Uh-oh. “Yes, Master R.”
“Lie across my knees.”
A spanking. Her back and bottom still burned from the whipping and flogging. But…but. From the look on his face, she knew better than to beg for lenience. “Yes, Master.” Slowly, as if maybe he’d change his mind—had that happened yet?—she went stomach down over his lap. “Good girl. Now hold still.”
She tensed. Something cold drizzled over her skin.
Ointment, she realized, and then his ruthless, hard hand rubbed it over her back and bottom. Ouch, ouch, ouch. Unable to help herself, she squirmed.
“Stay still.” He set a heavy hand on her lower back to pin her like a bug as he treated every stripe and welt and sore spot. Every damned one. He ignored her wiggling and whimpers—and actually laughed a few times. Sadistic bastard dom.
When he finally finished, everything throbbed with pain. He set her on her feet, rose, and with a grin, lifted her chin to kiss her sullen lips. “I take good care of this little body that is mine, no?”
His good humor was contagious, and her mouth curved up as she grumbled out, “Thank you, Master.”
He picked something up, then turned toward the patio and gave a shrill whistle.
She saw he held the collar in his hand. Oh my God. He was really going to do it.
The Shadowlands people gathered quietly along the edge of the patio. Kim saw a tearyeyed Gabi holding Marcus’s hand. Jessica was tucked under Z’s arm, and the Shadowlands owner was smiling. Andrea and Cullen had equally big grins. Dan with Kari wiping tears from her cheeks. On left end of the line, Sally beamed. On the right of line, the FBI agents had satisfaction in their faces. Sam’s eyes met hers. He nodded, his expression pleased and a little haunted.
And the rest of the people… She knew she’d have time to get to know them all. Unable to show how happy she was, she could only grin up at everyone.
Then she turned to Master R. Her heart hammered in her chest as it had done so often this past month, only her hands were warm, her lips were curved in a smile, and her body wasn’t filled with fear, but joy.
He glanced at the ground.
She knelt with perfect grace and bowed her head.
He raised his voice. “Kimberly, I promise to hold you and keep you safe, to support you and guide you, to be honest and open with you. You have trusted me to tend to your happiness, health, and well-being. I will never break that trust.” His voice was rough, his eyes so, so warm. He held up the collar, the engraving gleaming in the sunlight. “Do you accept this collar as a symbol of your submission and devotion?”
She wanted special words to give him back but could only manage, “I will wear it proudly.”
He touched the buckle. “The lock is missing. At the beginning of the new year, if we are of the same mind, then we will have a formal collaring—and locking—ceremony.”
Under the murmuring of approval, he whispered in an amused voice, “That means I’ll get to whip you again.”
She choked, trying not to laugh. Relief mingled with joy. He understood that her mind and emotions weren’t as yet all her own, and would give her time to finish healing, to let her enter into a formal relationship with a whole heart.
He fastened the collar around her neck, checking that it was loose enough, and the feeling of belonging shook her whole body. His eyes crinkled. “That’s exactly the right reaction, sumisita mía,” he murmured.
When tipping over backward into the ocean during a scuba dive, she’d always have a moment of disorientation before everything turned clear and the ocean turned to an embrace. She’d plunged, and now here she was, right where she wanted to be. “Master, have I mentioned how much I love you?”
To the sound of applause, he lifted Kim to her feet, his hands warm and firm on her arms. His eyes met hers, serious, burning with his own love. “Not nearly often enough. Please work on that, sumisita mía. ”
“It will be my pleasure, Master.”
Loose Id Titles by Cherise Sinclair
Master of the Abyss
Master of the Mountain
The Dom’s Dungeon
The Starlight Rite
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The MASTERS OF THE SHADOWLANDS Series Club Shadowlands
Dark Citadel
Breaking Free
Lean on Me
Make Me, Sir
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“Simon Says: Mine”
Part of the anthology Doms of Dark Haven With Sierra Cartwright and Belinda McBride
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“Welcome to the Dark Side”
Part of the anthology Doms of Dark Haven 2: Western Night With Sierra Cartwright and Belinda McBride
Cherise Sinclair
Now everyone thinks summer romances never go anywhere, right? Well…that’s not always true.
I met my dearheart when vacationing in the Caribbean. Now I won’t say it was love at first sight. Actually, since he was standing over me, enjoying the view down my swimsuit top, I might even have been a tad peeved—as well as attracted. But although our time together there was less than two days, and although we lived in opposite sides of the country, love can’t be corralled by time or space.
We’ve now been married for many, many years. (And he still looks down my swimsuit tops.)
Nowadays, I live in the west with this obnoxious, beloved husband, two children, and various animals, including three cats who rule the household. I’m a gardener, and I love nurturing small plants until they’re big and healthy and productive…and ripping defenseless weeds out by the roots when I’m angry. I enjoy thunderstorms, playing Scrabble and Risk, and being a soccer mom. My favorite way to spend an evening is curled up on a couch next to the master of my heart, watching the fire, reading, and…well…if you’re reading this book, you obviously know what else happens in front of fires. :)
—Cherise
Visit Cherise Sinclair on the web at http://www.cherisesinclair.com
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
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