by Tori Carson
His voice, low and gravelly, slid over her body, lighting fires along its way. She turned to watch him slide out of his leather pants. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw his cock spring free. No matter how many times she saw him, he still took her breath away. He was such a handsome, sexy man it boggled her mind to think he actually belonged to her. Brianna licked her lips, hoping he would give her a taste of him.
“Ask me,” he demanded.
“Please, fuck me, Master. I need to feel you inside me.” It no longer bothered her to ask for what she wanted. She wasn’t sure how he’d managed it, but he’d convinced her that he needed her just as much as she needed him. For the first time in her life, Brianna felt safe and secure. She no longer feared someone more worthy would steal him away. Worthy or not, he truly loved her and that was all that mattered. No one else could come between them.
“Where do you need me?” he asked as he positioned himself between her legs.
“My pussy is feeling lonely tonight, Master.”
“We can’t have that.” He slid his cock head an inch or so inside her. “Those clamps need to come off, baby.”
She knew what that meant. All the blood would come rushing back into her nipples. The pain would be intense and she winced just thinking about it, but her pussy flooded in anticipation.
“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take the sting away. I promise.” He thrust deeper.
Brianna arched her back as he filled her completely. He couldn’t keep her waiting for long. She’d spontaneously combust if he didn’t let her come soon. “Please, Master, I need more.”
Steven made one more slow stroke. As soon as his cock slid with ease, he set a brutal pace. Slamming inside her over and over, he stopped just short of giving her clit the attention it craved.
She couldn’t stand it. He was doing it on purpose, she just knew it. Her Master had that look on his face of total confidence. He wore an arrogant stamp that had her slipping further into a submissive headspace. Her body was desperate for relief and she tried to grind her pussy into him.
Steven gave her thigh a hard smack. “Naughty girl. Your body belongs to me and I may just decide to edge you all evening.”
“Please, no, Master. I beg you. I need to come.” Her legs were quivering both from the workout and from the sensations washing through her. She truly couldn’t take much more.
Steven leaned forward, allowing his pubic bone to stroke her clit. Using his right forearm to balance, he removed the left nipple clamp and immediately bathed her peak with his tongue. Drawing it into his mouth, he soothed away the pain.
Brianna screamed as the first waves rushed over her. Her orgasm had been beating at her for so long the intensity washed her away. As she thrashed from side to side, she became vaguely aware of Steven at her breast, his whiskers abrading the tender skin already tortured from the clamp.
Mentally, she knew there should have been pain, but she couldn’t feel it. Tomorrow for sure, but not tonight. All she felt was ecstasy and relief. In some part of her brain it registered that Steven had collapsed on top of her, his moans mingling with hers. She used her Kegel muscles to squeeze him, allowing both of them to ride the orgasm a moment or two longer.
Steven’s lips slid along her neck. “I love you, Brianna. You are my whole world. You know that don’t you?”
She nodded. And you’re mine, Steven.
Steven slid his arm around her waist and pulled her in tight against him. He wasn’t sure if Brianna had passed out or fallen asleep, but she was definitely out. Gently, he pulled her hair to the side and kissed along the back of her neck.
She smelled of sweat and sex. He wanted to bottle the fragrance and keep it with him always. Lying there on the bed, with her in his arms, was a dream come true. The changes in the last few days were so profound he couldn’t believe it. Brianna was opening up to him. She was talking to him without hesitation. It was such a beautiful thing.
He hadn’t been sure how to handle it when she said she couldn’t take any more. He was fairly confident she would safeword, but, just in case, he watched her body language, looking for clues. When he’d held firm, her eyes had dilated and her pulse had jumped. Every time he’d checked, her pussy had been wet and receptive, so he’d gone with it.
He lay beside her, drifting off, until he noticed his cellphone buzzing. Damn it. He had to answer it. Technically, he was still on the clock. Leaning back as far as he could without disturbing Brianna, he reached it just as it went to voicemail. A moment later, a text message came through.
Tyler is here now, Sean sent.
Fuck. He didn’t want this evening to end with a police report, but with a lawsuit hanging over their heads there wasn’t much to be done about it. Steven shifted onto one elbow and began kissing her neck. Brianna rocked her hips against his growing cock. “I’m sorry, baby. We have some business to attend to.”
* * * * *
The rest of the evening had gone by quickly. Tyler had been very professional, but he’d hinted that Liz was being investigated for another matter. Tyler had expressed doubt that the lawsuit would even make it to court. Steven hoped he was right. Brianna wouldn’t be comfortable drawing that kind of attention.
Resting against their new headboard, he looked around their bedroom. It certainly had a different feel to it. His house had become a home. Now, all he needed was his woman in bed beside him.
“Brianna, what are you doing?” He’d thought she was in the bathroom, but now he was hearing noises downstairs.
A few moments later, she appeared in the doorway, naked, but carrying his briefcase.
“There you are. Do I need that?” She was a delicious sight. He’d never get tired of looking at her.
“Yes, Master. I thought we’d discuss the discipline section of the contract this evening.”
Holy fucking shit! He patted the bed beside him. She’d come further than he’d expected. He had assumed he’d have to bring the subject up if they were to discuss it again.
As soon as she climbed on the bed, he pulled her into his arms and began kissing her. “You never cease to amaze me, Brianna. Thank you for coming to me with this.”
“I’m ready.” She smiled and put her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly.
Once she pulled away, he went through his files and pulled out her interest inventory.
“I think the easiest way to go through this would be to tell you what I don’t want rather than sticking to the categories. Are you okay with that?” She jumped in, taking the lead.
“Absolutely.” The fact that she was willing to discuss it at all had a stupid grin plastered across his face.
Brianna took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I don’t want to be put in a corner or told to write sentences.” She was blushing, but her voice was steady.
“Okay.” She didn’t want to be reminded of their previous DD/lg relationship. He could understand that. “We were discussing humiliation. What did you decide along those lines?”
“I’m fine with it as long as it stays between the two of us. Public humiliation…I’m not cool with.”
“Neither am I. Punishments, when needed, will be handled in private. Unless it’s a spanking or other impact toy, which to others could be interpreted as part of any scene. Are you okay with that?” Brianna wasn’t aroused by embarrassment. She’d be too mortified to garner any positive effect from it.
She nodded. “Yeah, impact, Shibari, anything like that is fine both at home and in public.”
“What about orgasm denial?” He wanted to make sure he understood where the line was.
“Yesss…but I need intimacy. I need to have you touch me. Skin on skin is really important. As long as you don’t withhold physical contact, then yes, orgasm denial is okay.”
“Brianna, I have to touch you, baby. You needn’t worry about that.” He kissed the top of her head. “Is there anything else you want to talk about discipline wise?”
“No, I think we covered just a
bout everything.” She snuggled against him.
“And you can always safeword, Brianna. If I go over the line or choose something abhorrent to you, just safeword, baby. I promise I won’t get angry. There’s nothing wrong with using your safeword.” Maybe if he said it enough times, she’d believe him.
“I know, Steven. I trust you.” She stretched and kissed his cheek.
Looking into her eyes, he saw something there he hadn’t seen before. Contentment. Even though they were discussing a subject that had always freaked her out, she was calm and happy. With his heart and cock both ready to burst, he made slow, passionate and very vanilla love to her.
Chapter Ten
Brianna woke to Steven nibbling on her breast. She couldn’t help but laugh. He was such a boob man, constantly touching them in one way or another. If he had his way, she’d never wear a bra or top at home.
“Now this is the way I want to wake every morning—you in our bed, open and available to me. I think we should make that a rule.” Steven sounded relaxed and as arrogant as sin.
“Have your wicked way with me, Master.” She reached down and stroked his very erect and large cock.
“How’s your ass today, baby? Are you still sore?” His hand roamed down to her pussy.
With a delicate touch, he lit a fire only he could quench. “I’m fine, Master. I’m not as fragile as you seem to think.”
“No, you’re not fragile. You’re a very strong woman and you are also my world. I intend to take very good care of my girl. So, you’ll just have to deal with my overprotective streak.” He smacked her on the bottom. “I know how you are about morning breath. Go take care of all that. I plan to have you tied up for a long while this morning.”
When she came back into the room, Steven had his toy bag on the corner of the bed. “Sit on the edge, feet on the floor.”
Brianna sat with her hands in her lap, unsure what else to do with them. Already the excitement was building.
She watched Steven go into the bathroom and bring back her hairbrush. He sat on the bed behind her and began to brush. “Oh Master, you’re spoiling me.”
“No, baby, just treating you the way a soulmate should.” He spent a few minutes running the brush through her wavy locks.
Brianna loved Steven touching her hair. It felt as if every bone in her body melted. All the tension just washed away. By the time Steven started braiding a piece of rope into her hair, she was putty in his hands.
“I want you to lie down on your stomach, legs apart. You can pillow your arms underneath your head or I can tie them to the headboard. The choice is yours.” He laid the hairbrush on their dresser.
She lay on the bed with her arms under her and tried to figure out what he was going to do with the rope in her hair. She’d assumed he was going to bind her hands with it. Obviously, she’d been wrong. She squirmed a little, imagining the possibilities.
From the corner of her eye, she saw Steven applying lube to the anal hook. Her stomach instantly bottomed out. She’d expected anal sex, not the hook. Oh fuck no. She wasn’t ever going to be ready for that.
She sat up tailor-fashion on the bed. Steven immediately stopped what he was doing and raised an eyebrow at her disobedience. “Four oh four.”
“What?” He leaned in as if he didn’t hear her correctly.
“I said, four oh four. That thing scares the hell out of me and I’m not doing it. Four oh four.”
A weird, smirky kind of grin crossed his face. “Seriously? This is substantially smaller than I am.” He dropped it onto the floor and climbed onto the bed.
She watched his face for any sign that he was upset with her but didn’t find any. It wouldn’t have mattered, she wasn’t backing down from this one. Steven grabbed her and pulled her into his arms.
“Brianna, you have no idea how much that word…well, number means to me. I worried for so long that you’d never trust me enough to use it. I wasn’t even trying to push you with that thing, but now I’m so glad I did. You really do trust me with your heart. Don’t you?” He kissed her long and deeply then slipped off the bed.
“Of course I do, silly man.” Her eyes followed his every move.
Steven opened the drawer of the nightstand, the real one, not the file cabinet he’d been using, and removed a small object. He dropped onto one knee and opened a jewelry box. “Brianna, you are my sunshine, the very air I breathe. I need you with me in every way. Please, be my wife.”
Tears sprang to her eyes. Now it was her turn to say it. “Seriously?”
He laughed. “Seriously. I love you. You are my entire world. Please marry me, Brianna.”
She launched herself off the bed and into his arms. They snuggled together in a tangled heap against the wall. “Yes, yes, yes, yes. A million times yes.” She meant to kiss him on the cheek, but he turned and their lips met. Their tender, sweet kiss became a melt-the-house-down scorcher that had them both panting for air. “But you have to throw the hook away because I’m not changing my mind, ever.”
He shook his head, obviously thinking she was crazy, but he readily agreed. “For you, anything.”
“When did you have time to buy this? I’ve been with you almost every minute,” she asked, staring at the most beautiful ring she’d ever seen. Diamonds outlined the shape of a crown, and rubies, his birthstone, filled the center.
“I bought it before, but never had the chance to ask you. If you want a new one, we can go shopping together.” He sounded a little unsure. It was very un-Steven like.
“Absolutely not. I love it. You make me feel like a princess. I’d love to wear your crown.” Tears were starting to roll down her cheeks. She couldn’t stop them. She’d never been happier. “Can we get married at the club? I love the garden.”
She could tell by his expression, she’d surprised him.
“Sure. I’ll speak to Sean about it tonight. Aren’t you afraid of what your family will think?” He dragged her onto his lap and held her tight.
“Pfft. No. I’m proud of what we have together, Steven. The club is a beautiful setting. I think it’s perfect. But if you’re worried about it, we can choose another location.” She felt his cock jump and she suspected she’d said just the right thing…which was good, because it was the truth.
“No. I like the idea. Most of my friends are members. We can ask Rick to officiate for us.”
* * * * *
Brianna and Michelle were in Sean’s office getting ready. Her dress was princess-style with a strapless corset top of pearls and gems. The skirt had pull-ups to show off the impressive beadwork down the front of her petticoat. Her hair was braided in an intricate knot with a strand of pearls woven through it. Looking in the mirror, she liked what she saw reflecting back. She stood a little taller, grateful they had relaxed the rules for the evening and she was allowed to wear her four-inch fuck-me pumps.
The music started playing “Here Comes the Bride”. After one last hug, Michelle opened the door and allowed her dad to enter.
“You look beautiful, darlin’.” There were tears in her father’s eyes.
She smiled up at her dad. “You look pretty spiffy yourself. This is the first time I’ve ever seen you in a tux.”
“First time I’ve ever worn one, honey. And it better be the last. You’re sure he’s the one?” He took her hand and they began the slow march to the altar.
“Without a single doubt, Dad. He’s the one.”
Her dad nodded. “I’m glad. I like him. Interesting business he runs. It’s a shame I didn’t meet him as a younger man. We would have had some wild times together.”
Brianna smacked her dad in the arm. “La, la, la, la. I’m not listening.”
He just laughed. “You’re the one who wanted to get married in a sex club, darlin’. I guess it’s true what they say. The apple doesn’t fall very far from the tree.”
“La, la, la, la, still not listening.” As they rounded the corner, all she saw was Steven. Everything else faded from view.
She must have been lost in the moment, for she startled a bit when her dad leaned in and kissed her cheek.
“Her mother and I do,” she remembered him saying, as he took his seat beside her mom. When she looked back over her shoulder, they were holding hands.
Brianna joined Steven. With Michelle by her side and Sean serving as best man, they exchanged their vows and made the ultimate commitment. From this point forward, they were together in all things.
About Tori Carson
Tori lives a romance story every day of her life. She and her husband were high school sweethearts. Told by friends and family alike their relationship would never last, they were determined to prove that true love can stand the test of time. Thirty years later, their marriage is stronger than ever. Her handsome hubby is all things to her—lover, confidant, and most of all, her best friend. If there is one thing that Tori knows about it is everlasting love. And they always say to write what you know
Tori welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email addresses on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.
Tell Us What You Think
We appreciate hearing reader opinions about our books. You can email the author directly or you can email us at [email protected] (when contacting Customer Service, be sure to state the book title and author).
Also by Tori Carson
Master’s Touch 1: The One and Only
Ellora’s Cave Publishing
www.ellorascave.com
All Grown Up
ISBN 9781419992230
