All Grown Up

by Tori Carson

  Her heart was hammering in her chest. They’d talked of a long-term future during their first go-round, but the M word had never been discussed. “You want to get married?”

  “Yes I do, Brianna. I told you that last night. Once I know you trust me, really trust me, with your heart as well as your body, I want you to wear my ring and take my name.”

  He sounded so serious. Brianna didn’t know what to say. She’d dreamed of being Mrs. Lyons for so many years, but deep down she’d known she wasn’t cut out for the life Steven had lived in New York. All those corporate events and networking parties ate her up inside. She was a down-home country girl. The glitz never appealed to her.

  She’d wanted a home on the ground, not seventy stories in the air, with a yard and a dog and maybe in a few years a kid or two. Part of the reason she’d left was she didn’t feel she was the woman he needed. She’d met the wives of his contemporaries, those bright young men in suits, clawing their way to the top. Brianna was nothing like them. She didn’t know how to host a dinner party, or who the “in” designer was each year. In her eyes, she’d been a liability.

  “I’d like that very much, Steven.”

  He kissed her palm as he pulled into the parking lot. Steven preferred her to stay seated and allow him to help her from the car, but her hand seemed to go automatically to the handle. Luckily, she caught herself just in time. Old habits were hard to break.

  Steven stopped and pulled a gym bag from the trunk before opening her door. She looked down at her clothes then up at the beautiful hotel. Jeans and a sweater weren’t the normal dress for a place like this.

  “You look beautiful, stop fretting. Besides, as soon as we get to the room you’re going to be bound and naked.” He gave her a playful wink that set her blood boiling.

  Steven handled check-in and before she knew it, he was opening the double doors to the executive suite. It was an impressive place with fireplaces in both the living room and the bedroom, two bathrooms, a dining room, kitchen and office area. She couldn’t imagine how much it rented for. The gesture was completely unnecessary and about the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for her.

  After touring the suite, he took her by the hand and led her back to the bedroom. While she undressed, he tossed the decorative pillows on the chaise lounge near the French doors and pulled back the covers. He set his gym bag on the bench at the end of the bed, along with a few washcloths and hand towels from the bathroom.

  Brianna stood, nibbling on her lip with her mind whirling. Immediately, Steven went to her. One hand cupped the back of her neck while the other plunged into her hair.

  “What’s the matter, pretty girl? You know nothing is going to happen here tonight that you don’t approve of.”

  She knew that beyond a shadow of a doubt, she just wasn’t sure how far she was ready to go. “I know, Steven. You just surprised me with all this.”

  “You deserve so much more.” His lips lightly brushed across hers, a promise of things to come. “Lie down with me, baby.”

  Steven was a large man, tall and muscular. When he wasn’t at the club, he’d pass the time in the gym. Though the bed was king size, he filled a significant portion of it.

  Brianna’s stomach clenched as he patted the spot beside him in invitation. She took a calming breath. With her mind made up, she joined him.

  Steven took his time and put her at ease. The pad of his finger pushed away the few tendrils that draped across her face. Slowly, he bent his head, capturing her lips. His tender kiss quickly turned scorching. She could feel his hunger, the barely controlled fire raging through his blood, and she so wanted to burn.

  Brianna met his need with six years of her own. She wanted Steven to make her his, to leave his mark on every inch of her. “Master, please, don’t be gentle.” Telling him what she wanted was getting easier.

  “I fear I couldn’t be even if I tried. I need to be buried deep inside you. Roll over and up on all fours.” Steven twisted the plug before carefully pulling it out. “Are you doing okay, Brianna?”

  “I need you inside me, Master.” It was becoming imperative.

  Steven wrapped the plug in a hand towel and placed it on the bench. “Turn over again for me, pretty girl. I love that you’re willing to tell me what you want. Don’t stop, I like hearing that sexy little catch in your voice.” He reached into his gym bag and pulled out some rope. “But ultimately, I’m in charge, baby. I decide when and how I’m going to fuck you.”

  The breath rushed from her body as he wrapped the rope around her wrists. As much as she loved being bound, it was Steven’s dominance that got her wet. She wanted him in charge and taking control. “Yes, Master.”

  He looped the rope over the headboard and tied it off. From his bag, he drew a Wartenberg wheel.

  “You’re going to make me wait, on principle, aren’t you, Master?” She knew what the naughty glint to his eye meant. No matter what she said at this point, she was in for a slow session.

  “I’m giving you what you need, which may or may not be what you want.” He sounded supremely confident in his statement.

  Brianna settled in and relaxed. She hadn’t realized how tense she’d been. As usual, her Master had known exactly what she needed. At first touch, the wheel was cold, but quickly warmed to the temperature of her skin. The sensation of it gliding across her was both soothing and tingling. Like most toys, depending on how he used it, he could bring her a variety of feelings.

  “Open your legs.” His voice had taken on those low, silky undertones.

  She closed her eyes and spread her legs. With that little implement, he could do some damage on her most tender flesh. One careless move and she’d be feeling the pain for days, but she trusted Steven completely. When they played, his focus was solely on her. Just where she wanted it.

  As the wheel traveled along her inner thigh, his hand was heavy. She knew if she looked there would be tiny impressions dotting her skin. Her breathing quickened as he neared her pussy. He drew figure eights across her mound, each one slipping a little closer to her clit.

  “One more sweep, maybe two and we’ll be there. Such sweet anticipation. Are you imagining each point of the wheel pricking your delicate clit? Are you wondering if I’ll lighten the touch or perhaps I’m in a sadistic mood and I’ll deepen it just enough to turn that beautiful, throbbing clit…” Steven swept down, engulfing and sucking her aching clit into his mouth. He grasped her hips, putting an end to her squirming, and lifted, fitting her pussy snugly against his lips. With his tongue, he plunged inside her.

  “Master,” she screamed, “I’m going to come.”

  He lowered her back to the bed then licked his lips, still glistening from her wetness. “No, you’re not. You’re going to ride the edge until I decide to take you over.”

  Brianna writhed on the bed, her body on fire, and she desperately needed to come. Her body ached, but she loved that he delayed her pleasure. She wanted him to take charge. The more dominant he became, the more feminine she felt. Each time he asserted his dominance, her pussy clenched in need. She no longer cared why, or if she was wired wrong. Her body and Steven’s were a perfect match and that’s all she needed to know.

  Steven turned back to his bag and grabbed a clit clamp with three bells dangling from delicate, short chains. With expert fingers, he adorned her most sensitive spot. “Now your delicious squirming will make beautiful music for me.” He tugged on the chains, causing the bells to ring.

  The vibrations went straight to her clit. Brianna whimpered and cooed as the sensations caused her clit to swell against the clamp.

  “The pressure is a constant reminder, isn’t it, pretty girl?” His voice had a rough edge.

  He sounded almost cruel, but Brianna knew it was his own desire he was fighting hard to control. Steven would never cause her true pain. Delicious bites, an all-consuming ache…oh hell yes!

  She nodded, sure that if she opened her mouth the volume of sounds escaping would disrupt the fe
llow hotel guests.

  Steven drew the wheel along her right side and began to circle the cup of her breast. Every few moments, he jangled the bells between her legs. As he neared her areola, she began to pant. She needed him inside her.

  “So, Brianna, will I take this perfect nipple in my mouth or will I drive the points of the wheel across this taut peak?” He lay between her legs. His chest pressed down along her stomach and mound, holding her relatively still. Steven’s hot breath tickled her skin.

  Forcing her voice under control, Brianna answered, “Whatever my Master wishes. You own my body.”

  “Your body isn’t enough, Brianna. It’s only a small part of what I need from you.” His voice was solemn. “I want your absolute trust. I want your heart.” Steven lowered his head and kissed the hollow between her breasts. He took his time, obviously choosing his words carefully. “I need you to trust me with your total surrender.” Steven lifted his head and met her gaze. “Trust me enough to know I won’t cheat on you, I won’t betray you, and I won’t toss you aside if you speak your mind. Trust me enough to safeword.”

  She couldn’t look away. Somehow he’d seen inside her. He knew her inner thoughts. He understood her biggest fear. In that perfect moment, with his eyes boring into her soul, something broke free. The last stronghold of emotion she’d kept buried and hidden deep inside her grew wings and soared. “I do, Steven, I really do.”

  Something passed between them. There were no words to explain it. But he knew she finally understood the depth of his love, his commitment. He tossed the Wartenberg wheel and gently unclamped her clit. Their eyes met once more as he slid home. Her warm, wet pussy welcomed him. The feeling was exquisite, but he forced himself to remain still. “I’m staking my claim. You belong to me, Brianna, and I belong to you. You will not leave me again. I absolutely forbid it.”

  “I’m yours, Master, for all time. I promise I won’t leave again.” Tears were seeping from the corners of her eyes, but her voice was strong and sincere.

  With her promise locked in his heart, he began to move. Each stroke was a mix of pure pleasure and sheer agony. His cock had been hard since he’d first laid eyes on her again. Holding off was damn near impossible, but he tried. He didn’t want their joining to end.

  Slowly, he increased the pace until he was pounding into her pussy like a man possessed, but his girl was meeting him stroke for stroke. Their joining felt so right. So perfect.

  Brianna’s muscles clamped around his cock as she writhed beneath him. Her moans of pleasure were the most beautiful music he’d ever heard. Each coo took him that much closer to the cliff’s edge.

  “Please, Master, let me come,” Brianna begged.

  “Yes, my beautiful girl, come for me.” As her orgasm ripped through her, he allowed his control to slip away. His release shook him to the core. He kept a tight hold on Brianna’s hips as she arched her back, taking him deeper still. The tight walls of her pussy gripped his cock and milked him dry as he drove into her. God, he never wanted it to end.

  Completely spent, he collapsed beside her and reached to untie her hands. As soon as she was free, he pulled her into his arms. “I love you so much, Brianna. You are my life.” She felt perfect nestled against him with his cock still buried deep. He massaged her wrists, enjoying the indentions from the rope along her skin.

  “And you are mine.”

  Time passed as he held her tight. He’d missed the feel of her in his arms. So many nights he’d dreamed of holding her and falling asleep with her pressed against him. He wanted to cherish each moment and lock them away for safekeeping.

  “The bathtub is the size of a small pool. Let’s take a swim.” He knew she was struggling to maintain composure and needed a minute to regroup. Reluctantly, he pulled out of her and immediately felt the distance.

  “I forgot my nose plugs.” She sounded drowsy and sexy as fuck.

  “I’ll keep you safe, pretty girl.” Steven pulled the sheet free and draped it over her. After giving her a sweet kiss on the cheek, he slid from the bed. In the bathroom, he found scented salts. It wasn’t the bubble bath Brianna used to love, but it would do.

  He couldn’t be away from her. While the tub filled, he went back to the bed and drew her into his arms. “Are you okay, pretty girl? I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

  She snuggled against his chest. “I’m much better than just okay and I like it when you go all caveman on me.”

  Steven chuckled. “Me too.” He carried her into the bathroom and sat on the edge of the tub with her still on his lap. He needed the physical connection.

  They held each other in comfortable silence until the water was deep enough to get in. Brianna slid off his legs and into the water. The tub was shaped with two dished seating areas with only their feet meeting in the middle. Once Steven was settled into his spot, he hated the distance and immediately began to play footsie with her.

  “I love this scent. We’ll have to buy some.” She rested her head on the rim of the tub and put up a good fight in the footsie war.

  “Whatever makes you happy, baby.” He laughed. Playing with Brianna was always a joy, both in and out of the bedroom.

  Brianna’s head dipped, allowing her hair to frame her face and she bit her lip.

  “Spit it out, Brianna. I know that mind of yours is whirling.” He waited, feeling more confident than ever before that she’d answer.

  Her eyes met his and she twisted her fingers into knots. “I want you to take my ass.”

  Steven was pretty sure that had a medical professional been taking his vitals, he’d be rushed to the hospital for his erratic heartbeat and difficulty breathing. “When you’re ready, it will be my pleasure.” He was proud his voice was calm when he felt anything but.

  “I’m ready.”

  She spoke with a conviction Steven hadn’t heard before. “Are you sure? Because I’m perfectly okay with waiting.” He had to be certain. With her submissive nature, it would be within her character to do something against her better judgment just to please him.

  “I’m sure. Spending the evening with your toy tucked safely inside me has me more than curious.” She sounded amused and playful.

  He was already hard and raring to go. Part of him wished he didn’t look quite so eager. It made his attempts to reassure her seem insincere and pale in comparison to his obvious enthusiasm.

  After standing, Steven took Brianna’s hand and pulled her to him. He wrapped his arms around her and held her for a few moments. As the air around them began to cool their bodies, he grabbed a towel and surrounded her with it. He quickly stepped over the side of the tub and helped her out.

  Once she had dried off, he quickly did the same. Knowing Brianna had a habit of applying lotion after a dip in the water, he palmed the small complimentary bottle sitting on the vanity. “I’m going to grab us something to drink. After you do your business, come and join me.”

  He wanted to give her time to think this through. Though he’d be disappointed, he’d rather her back out now than do something she wasn’t ready for. Steven placed the lotion under a pillow before going to the fireplace. He pushed the button on the side of the wall and a crackling fire sprang to life. Gotta love the conveniences of modern living.

  In the kitchen, he pulled a couple of bottles of water from the refrigerator. Brianna, as a rule, rarely drank, and he didn’t need anything to impair his judgment. When he entered the room, Brianna was kneeling on the bed with a sexy smile on her face and her hands behind her back.

  “You’re so beautiful you take my breath away, Brianna.” It was true, sometimes just looking at her hurt. It didn’t seem real that she would choose him. Though he knew she was strong, she appeared to be a fragile angel with a heart of gold. He often felt like a rough brute compared to her, but he would guard and protect her as no other could. “Have you come to your senses and decided this should wait a bit?”

  A smile slid across her face as she slowly shook her head no.

  “
Then ask me.” He practically growled the words at her.

  Her smile never faltered. If anything, it grew even deeper. “Master, please fuck me in the ass. Your subbie needs you to fill her naughtiest hole.”

  Before he even realized he’d moved, he was on the bed beside her. “Lie down,” he ordered.

  She hesitated only a minute. “Which way?” Her teeth were biting her lower lip, betraying her nervousness.

  “On your back. Eyes closed.” He was using his Dom voice, not by choice, it simply was his only option. His protective nature had risen to champion Brianna’s cause. If she was determined to do this, then he was just as determined to keep her safe and make it an enjoyable experience.

  She swallowed and took a calming breath before following his command. At first she laid her hands by her sides, then moved them above her head, then returned them to her sides.

  Steven reached under the pillow and withdrew the lotion. “Put your hands however you’re comfortable.”

  Brianna ended up crossing her arms behind her head and using them as a pillow.

  Pouring a dollop of lotion, he warmed it between his hands before he applied it to her skin. He started with her breasts. With her beautiful, taut peaks, they were impossible to leave alone. He kept his touch gentle and only mildly arousing. They both needed to take a few moments and relax.

  “You’re spoiling me, Steven.” She couldn’t stay still under his exploring fingers.

  “Maybe, but you’ll have to get used to it, because I don’t intend to stop.” Adding more lotion, he moved down her torso, loving her soft curves. He drew his hands over her hips and down each leg. Before he applied lotion to her feet, he took her baby toe into his mouth and bit down.

  Her eyes flew open and a pouty expression appeared on her face.

  “Sorry, pretty girl, but parts of a Brianna are definitely edible.” He loved the amused smile that danced across her face.

  “If you’re hungry, Master, there are probably tastier bits a little farther up.” She giggled.