“Yes, sir. I do.”
“Dominant, collar your submissive.” I hold my breath as Boone, smiling broadly, places the delicate band around my neck and snaps a small padlock on it. I can’t stop the tears that almost shoot from my eyes. A Dominant has collared me, a Dominant I love and respect. God, this is amazing. It’s more than I could ever hope for―he’s more than I could ever hope for. I spin, drop to my knees in front of him, and kneel to kiss his boots, first the left and then the right. My tears are falling so fast that they drip onto the toes of his boots, making little whitish marks on the polished leather. “Submissive,” Brannon’s voice says, “stand and greet your Master.”
I rise with Boone’s helping hand and then look into his eyes. “I love you, Master.”
“And I love you, Angel. You’re mine, and you always will be. And there’s something else I need to give you.” I watch as he rummages around in his jacket pocket, and he brings his hand out with something clutched in his fist. “It took a long time for me to get where I am now. They can all tell you―what happened with my ex really threw me for a loop. But the day I saw you the first time, I swear to god, if you’d been with somebody else, I might’ve fought them for you. There was this pull, this tugging on my heartstrings I just couldn’t ignore. When Brian told me you weren’t collared by anybody, I swear I saw heaven and heard the angels sing. I don’t think I’ve ever been as happy as I am when I’m with you. Melina,” he says and holds out his hand, his palm flat, “would you do me the greatest honor of all by becoming my wife?”
There’s a diamond ring there, a beautiful, glittering thing, huge and shiny and perfect, its enormous stone surrounded by dozens of other little diamonds, and it’s the most amazing thing I think I’ve ever seen. Speaking and breathing are out of the question―I feel like I might lose consciousness. After what seems like forever, I gasp, “Oh, god, yes! Yes, Boone! Yes!” My hand is shaking as he takes it and slips that ring on my finger.
Holy fuck. I’m engaged. I don’t believe it. I have to call somebody. I have to call Dave. And Brian. Oh my god. I never dreamed in a million years … I take a quick look around the table, and the first person to speak is Brannon. He rises, walks right up to me, wraps his arms around me, and says, “Melina, honey, welcome to the Lawson family.”
What happens next is remarkable, everyone hugging me and kissing me and welcoming me. I’m overwhelmed with love and support and friendliness. It’s amazing. The server comes back and asks, “Now?”
“Yes. Now,” Boone answers.
In seconds, she and two other employees carry out a huge cake. In icing on its face is written Congratulations, Boone & Melina! Before I get a chance to squeal, Baker yells out, “CAKE!”
“Yes, son, cake,” Boone says as everybody laughs.
“I like cake. Poopsie, it has your name on it! Is it your birthday?” he asks, and I know he doesn’t understand what just happened.
“No, sweetie. Your daddy and I are going to get married.”
“I knew it. He thinks you’re cute so he wants to marry you. You’ll be Poopsie Chucklebutt Lawson. That’s a big name. You should get fat to wear it on a tee shirt,” he says matter of factly, then points to his plate. “Cake?”
Poopsie Chucklebutt Lawson. I like it. I think it suits me quite well.
* * *
“Spread your legs. Put a foot up here on the bed beside me and open your slit with your fingers. Nice,” he says as I do what he told me. “I’m gonna play with you for a little while and then I’ll make you come so I can fuck you. Any objections?” Just as he asks me that, he rakes a thumb over my rigid little nub and I gasp. “I take that as a no.”
The torture starts immediately. He brings me to the edge, only to let me fall back and bring me up again. It’s getting harder and harder to stand, the leg I’m perched on growing weak with the effort. I’m bracing myself with my hands on his shoulders, and while one hand works away, he reaches into his pocket and brings something out that makes me squeal.
Clothes pins. Jesus, they’re tight! He puts one on my right nipple first and then my left, and I almost fall, but he grabs me in time and holds me up. As he works my clit, he brushes a hand up and down over the pins and I can’t help but squeal just a little. “Oh, god!” I whisper out at one point.
“You know they can hear you, right?” he asks with a grin.
“Yes, sir.” I’m struggling to stay upright, and he’s working me over good.
“I think you’ve had enough. Here we go.” Without any more warning, he strokes me vigorously and I come, barely able to stay on my leg, my hips writhing and bucking.
In seconds, I’m on my back, knees up to my chest, and Boone buries himself in me, then starts to pound me. “Oh, yeah. You’re a hot little piece of ass, baby, and I plan to plant a row of seed in this tight pussy tonight. I need to hear you.” With that, he grabs one of the pins and twists it.
“Oh, motherfucker!” I squeal.
“That’s more like it!” That’s followed by doing the exact same thing to the other one, and I can barely stand it. This time, all I do is gasp―loudly. “Oh, yeah. You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” I tell him, and it’s true. Boone can get very, very rough, but I trust him, and I do like that kind of play.
“Uh-huh. I figured as much. Put your hands on the sides of them and press your tits together, babe.” When I have, he grabs both pins with one hand, which pulls my nipples inward toward each other, and it hurts almost unbearably. “Oh, yeah, Melina. These tits are glorious. They hurt, don’t they?”
“Yes, sir,” I whimper.
“I can make it worse.” Both pins still in the one hand, he twists and I cry out. “That’s it, girl. That’s what I want. From this point on, don’t cry out. I don’t want to hear a sound. You can make all the faces you want, but I don’t want anybody to know how hard I’m using you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.” I can barely stand the pain, but I’m so horny I don’t know how to handle it. “Oh, please, sir, fuck me hard.”
“You want a hard fucking, you’ll get a hard fucking. Be careful what you wish for―you might get it.” I noticed he has a little bag on the night stand and from it he takes a piece of nylon line with a hook on either end. Until that moment, I hadn’t noticed that there are holes in the ends of the clothes pins, but he runs one of the hooks through a hole, then threads the line through the headboard of the bed. It’s about eight inches too short, and I realize what’s about to happen.
He just gives it a yank and runs that hook into the other pin, and I almost come undone. As he fucks me, I’m bouncing on the bed, and every bounce is torture. “Hurt?” he asks.
“Yes, sir,” I whisper, too weak to say anything else.
“Hurt good?”
“Oh, god. Yes, sir,” I breathe out, the pain taking me where I need to go. “Harder, sir, please.”
It goes on and on, his hard cock piercing me, the pins pulling at my nipples, and I don’t think he’ll ever finish. I’ve had at least three vaginal orgasms and he’s still going. Worse yet, he’s not even breaking a sweat. He doesn’t seem the least bit close to climaxing. I’m beginning to think I can’t take any more when he whispers, “I’m upping the ante,” and he reaches into the bag.
When the vibrator hits my clit, I scream. I can’t help it. “I told you to be quiet,” he hisses.
“I’m trying, sir, but oh my god,” I moan.
“I can gag you,” he reminds me.
“No, sir. Not necessary, sir. I’ll be quiet, I promise.” The vibrator ties me in knots and I’m beginning to believe I won’t be able to come again.
“Submissive, do you know what I’m enjoying most?”
“No, sir,” I whisper back.
“I’m enjoying knowing how much pain I’m giving you. And you’re taking it and asking for more.”
I hate to say it, but I practically gush just listening to him. I’m gone, so gone, and I’m nothing but one big bundle
of sensation. “Use me, sir. I need it so bad.”
“I can see that. You need an aggressive Master, one who’ll push your limits. I want you to come again.”
“I don’t think I can, sir,” I moan.
“Oh, you can and you will. I’m going to count backward from ten. When I get to one, you’re going to have an orgasm that’ll make your eyes roll back in your head. Ready?”
“Um, I don’t, uh …” Words won’t come.
“Here we go. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two …” He gives the pins a mighty yank and says, “One.”
My body almost doubles over on itself, and my pelvis is bucking so hard that I’m not sure how he can manage to stay inside me. “Yeah. That’s it. Fuck me, girl, fuck me deep. Oh, yeah. I’m getting ready to blow. Think about your clit, how crazy that vibrator makes it, how much your nips hurt, how hard I’m fucking you. You’ll be sore tomorrow, but you’ll thank me, you know you will. Come on Melina―again.” That’s all he has to say and my body cuts loose again. I’m no longer in control. Boone owns me―my body, my orgasms, my breath. He has me locked down tight. I almost cry with relief when I hear him say, “Here it comes. Yeah, yeah, a quart. I’m filling you up, baby, here it … Ahhhh. Yeah.” Quick as a wink, he backs out of me and spurts an indescribable amount of cum on my belly and slit. That’s a new thing. He’s never ejaculated on me before. “Look at that, wouldja? You got all my cream, girl, and it looks like I got all of yours. You’re leaving a puddle, Angel.” He stops, kneeling there on his knees, and looks down at me as he turns off the vibrator and throws it on the bed. “Look at you. You’re beautiful, lying there with your nipples all stretched and my cum all over you. Lawd, girl, I could fuck you all night. And I think I will.”
Seconds later, the clothes pins are gone and he’s holding me up against him. “How was that?” he whispers as he kisses my forehead.
“That was …” What’s the word I’m looking for? “Um, that was incredible, sir.”
“You had to think about that.”
“Yeah. There’s no word to describe it.”
“Were you turned on?”
“Hell yeah, sir!”
“Every now and then, ladies need a fucking like that. And you’re a spectacular fuck, Angel. Amazing, actually. I want you to sleep for a little while and then we’ll start again. And it’ll be just as brutal the next time as it was this time, I promise.”
I doze a little, and when I wake, it’s to him binding my wrists and ankles to the bed. When he finishes that, he puts a ball gag in my mouth. “Because you couldn’t be quiet last time,” he explains. I get a blindfold too, and ear plugs. Sensory deprivation. That’s harsh.
What unfolds next is hard to explain. Between whatever kind of clamps those are that he’s using on my nipples, the clamps he’s using on my labia to hold it open, and the way he’s tonguing me, I lose it after about three orgasms. That doesn’t even slow him down. I lose count at eight, and he’s got the vibrator back, keeping me going even though I’m exhausted. My body is in full rebellion, and I’ve squirted at least three times. The last orgasm finally gets me, and I can feel myself drifting away.
When I come back to my body, he’s inside me, fucking me for all he’s worth. And there’s a butt plug in my ass. I have no idea when that happened. I hear him whisper, “God, Angel, using your body like this is heaven. Just take it, gorgeous. Just let me take you away.” I’m not sure he realizes it, but he already did once.
The plug makes me feel so tight that his cock is raking everything inside me, and I come over and over, shaking and convulsing. Every time he whispers, “Yeah, there you go again. You’re so responsive, babe.” At some point, he tightens the nipple clamps and I scream behind the gag, but I can barely make a sound. “Like that, huh? Let me give ‘em a little more.” And he does. And I feel myself leaving again.
This time when I come back, he’s still fucking me, but he’s slowed down considerably. And he’s grabbed the vibrator. God, I can’t believe I could come again, but I do, over and over, and I can tell he’s relishing it. When he says, “Shit, this cock ring is keeping me hard,” I realize what he’s done. No wonder he’s lasting so long. God, this could go on forever.
But it doesn’t. A few minutes later, I feel his balls draw up and I hear him say, “Uh-oh. Here it comes. A load of cum just for you, baby. Here it … Oh, yeah.” I feel it shoot out onto my belly. “Very pretty,” he murmurs, then stills. “I wish you had some idea how beautiful you look there like that, all tied down for my use. Um-hmmm. Just looking at you makes my cock so fucking hard, baby. But I think you need to rest.” I can feel him moving around, and in a little while my limbs are loose, the gag disappears, and so does the blindfold. The clamps are still there and when I see them, I almost faint. They’re huge and heavy. No wonder they hurt so badly. “There ya go,” he says when he removes them. To my shock, he grabs my arms. “Come on over here.” He drags me to the edge of the bed, and that’s when I realize what’s coming next.
Before I have a chance to even swallow, he buries his cock down my throat. I gag. I didn’t have time to prepare. He backs out a little and says, “Don’t do that. Pisses me off. I’m gonna do that again and this time, take it.” I clutch my thumbs and when he presses in again, I do okay. “That’s more like it. I love the throat bump. Looks good. So hot. And those tits bouncing―super hot. Wish I could reach that pussy from here, uh-huh. I’d like to make you come with your mouth around my cock. Diddle yourself, submissive.”
I can’t believe I’m doing this, but I do what he says. He tastes like … me. He’s been in me enough that I’m not surprised. I don’t really like that, but it’s not bad, just not my preference. When I finally get myself off, he isn’t far behind, and he ejaculates all over my face. I hate that shit, but it’s his rodeo, so I’m along for the ride, I suppose.
There’s not a moment’s rest for me. “Go get cleaned up and get back in here. Scoot.” I hurry off to the bathroom, but by the time I get the water going, he’s in there, right behind me, and he bends me over and takes my ass unceremoniously. And he uses soap for lube. Talk about painful. “Diddle yourself, Angel. I want you to come while I fuck your ass.” I brace myself on the shower’s bench with one hand while I stroke myself with the other. He makes me come at least twice before he finally shoots off and, oddly enough, this time it’s inside me. “Nice tight ass, baby. Love it. Stand up.” With me standing there, his cock up my ass, he plays with my tits and reaches around me to finger my clit. “Yeah. You’re really something, babe. Really something. I’ll be hard again in a minute and I’ll fuck you again.” He wasn’t lying. By the time he’s done, he’s fucked my ass four times and all four times he’s come inside me. I think the skin is worn off my nipples, and my clit is so sore I don’t think he’ll be able to touch it for a week without me wincing.
We dry off and head back to the bed, and I pray he doesn’t want anything else. Almost as though he’s reading my mind, he says, “I think that’s enough for you tonight. Angel, I respect you. You know that. I want you to be able to trust me to hurt you but not beyond what you can stand. And thank you. I needed that.”
Oh, god. I see it now. He was all keyed up because of Marie, and this was his way of blowing off steam. Thing is, I understand it and I’m okay with it. That’s what I’m here for, to meet his needs. He needed this to calm down, and I’m perfectly okay with it.
“Did you enjoy it at all?” he asks as he cuddles me closer.
“Well, yeah.”
“It was hot, huh?” he says and grins.
And he’s right. It was hot. He’s brutal too, and I like that. “Yeah. Very. I liked it.”
“Even the soap as lube?”
“Well, maybe not that,” I say in honesty. That makes him laugh. “We have lube, you know.”
“I know, but I wanted to do that. I knew it would burn like a motherfucker, and that’s what I wanted. You now know that you’ve been fucked by Boone Lawson. Repeatedl
y. Thoroughly. Beyond your wildest imagination. And at some point, I’ll be this naughty again.”
“Promise?” I ask, my voice as naughty as his, as naughty as my thoughts.
“I promise. It’ll be one of those times when I fuck you and you’ll remember it for at least a week. And you’ll walk funny too,” he says and chuckles. I can’t help but giggle. “Now get some rest. I love you, Angel.”
“I love you too, sir. Try not to worry about this shit with Marie. It’ll be fine, I’m sure.” I wish I could convince myself of that. But there’s one thing of which I’m completely convinced.
I’m the submissive he needs. The submissive he wants. And he’s the Dominant I’ve craved all this time. He’s made it clear that I belong to him, but it doesn’t matter―I’m undeniably his. Everything will be okay if we can just hang on.
* * *
The kitchen is awash in kids when I make it down the stairs. Boone and Brock are there, drinking coffee, backed up to the counter as they chat, both of them sporting man buns. Boone’s has little tendrils hanging down along one side and I want to take it down and run my fingers through it. “Hey, there’s my Angel! Want some coffee?” he asks when I stumble in.
“Yeah. Coffee. Please.”
“Looking a little tired there,” Brock says with a wink. “You’ve had a rough few days, huh?”
“Yes. I have. But that’s okay. I’m a tough girl. I can handle it.”
“You did indeed,” Boone says and leans over to give me a kiss on the cheek as he hands me my cup. “Very well, I might add.”
His twin says, “I agree.” When I give Brock the stink eye, he chuckles. “We were on the other side of the wall. Kara was like, ‘Holy fuck, your brother’s a beast!’ Then I had to remind her what a beast is like,” he says from inside his cup before he takes another sip.
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