by Selena Kitt
And it had taken the right man, one man, to find the key to unlocking my pleasure.
I hung my robe and strode nude to the playroom. Once inside, I looked around at the equipment. He’d told me I could choose my “punishment.” My gaze went lovingly to the spanking bench and then the swaying cage. Both had been enjoyable. The St. Andrews cross was another favorite. When he strapped me to it, I was completely helpless, open for anything he wanted.
Everything he did, no matter how humiliating at first, brought me the deepest pleasure. Over the weeks, he’d introduced me to steadily more invasive, more intimate acts. He’d seen to my every need, feeding me with his fingers, letting me drink from his mouth, even using the bathroom and douching were things he insisted he oversee.
So that I did them properly. So that I was prepared to his strict standards for his use.
Oh, how I loved being used. Mason taught me how to pleasure him, but in doing so, showed me that my greatest pleasure was serving him. In every way.
My gaze went to the bed in one corner of the room. A place we’d slept between sessions. Would he be disappointed if I chose the bed? Somehow, the thought of lying there, of making it the center prop for our play, made it seem unbearably intimate. Would he consider it overstepping?
Not once during all our time together had he given me a hint of what would happen next. In the back of my mind, I dreaded the moment he would tell me he was done. That I was trained. Would he offer to find me another Dom? The thought left me cold.
Because… because I had fallen in love with him.
Deeply. My whole world was this dark, enigmatic, powerful man.
Soft footsteps padded toward me. I glanced backward. He approached me, fully nude. I knew every inch of him, had caressed and kissed every rigid part. His cock was a thing of beauty—thick and slightly curved, thick veins traversing the sides. The fact he was already engorged didn’t escape me.
I pursed my lips.
“Are you pouting because I didn’t let you suck me hard, darling sub?”
I slowly knelt and ducked my head, wiping my expression clear of any disappointment. With my hands clasped behind me, I glanced up from beneath my eyelashes.
“It’s not my place to pout or be disappointed,” I said, although I did narrow my eyes just enough to let him know I wasn’t a complete doormat.
His lips twitched. “Did you choose?”
I lifted my head higher. “The bed, please, Sir.”
He held still, and then gave me a tight smile. “Very well. Go to the bed and lie down. Spread your legs so that I can look right up your pretty cunt.”
A blush warmed my cheeks, but I didn’t tell him to fuck off or call him a bastard. I’d been past giving him crap for over a week—I hadn’t dared anymore, when he’d withheld permission for me to come for days. I’d been a crying wreck. When Daddy had asked me if I was well, I’d shot a glance across the table at Mason, not knowing what to say. Mason had shocked me by telling Daddy that he had me well in hand.
The fact Daddy had looked strangely pleased had completely unsettled me.
I strode to the bed and laid down, placing my hands beside my head and widening my legs so that he could look his fill of my swelling pussy.
His features hardened as he stared, and then went to a table that held a covered tray and flipped back the covering to withdraw a blindfold.
I bit my lips to keep from smiling. I loved when he used it. I could hide my expression and concentrate instead on every sensation. It was freeing. I closed my eyes obediently as he slipped the ends beneath my head and tied it.
“I hoped you’d choose the bed,” he murmured.
I remained silent. He hadn’t told me I was free to speak. Another lesson I’d learned early on.
“You’re free to respond,” he whispered then kissed my mouth.
“Why are you happy with my choice, Sir?”
“We’ve explored all my devices, but while this room is somewhere we can play, going forward, I want you to know you’re mine to do with as I please, wherever we’re together.”
I didn’t understand, and was almost afraid to ask. But I opened my mouth anyway.
“Not now, Angel.” A finger pressed against my lips. “Let me prepare you first.”
Breathing deeply, I gave him a nod.
Fingers plucked my nipples until the tips stood erect. Clamps were applied and tightened until I hissed, and then tightened a fraction more. His fingers then played with my clit, swirling then tugging, until it, too, was engorged and he could clamp it.
Well on my way to full arousal, I quivered, all my moist places getting wetter by the second. Arms slid under my knees and hooked them high. His cock pushed against my entrance then slid deep.
Blind and filled, my breath came faster.
Mason began gliding slowly in and out, juicing me up. I kept hold of my arousal, not allowing it to build, because I knew he noted everything and wouldn’t approve of me getting ahead of his intentions—whatever they might be.
When my body was pliant and warmed, he placed my calves over his shoulders and pushed deeper inside me, holding still. The mattress sank beside my shoulders. His warm, minty breath touched my cheek. “Have you enjoyed your time with me?”
I nearly snorted. He better than anyone knew exactly how much I enjoyed our play. That I wished for more was my guilty secret.
“Am I your master?”
“Yes, Sir,” I whispered. Where was he leading me?
“I’ve taught you everything, introduced you to every practice I enjoy.”
I frowned. Before I thought better of it, I blurted. “Are you telling me we’re done?”
Good Lord, could I have sounded more dismayed?
A kiss pressed against my lips, and I lifted my head to deepen it. Anything to tempt him to linger longer with me.
“Are you setting me free?” I asked, once he pulled away. Tears soaked into the silk blindfold.
“I have something to confide.” His hands enfolded mine. “And it’s easier like this. I’d get a little lost if I could see your eyes. And if I wasn’t locked deep inside you, I might never find the courage.”
Tears seeped faster, and I’m pretty sure my ragged breath betrayed me. Before he could say anything else, I blurted again, “Why hasn’t there been a woman, one woman, in your life?”
I thought I knew the answer, hoped I wasn’t wrong.
His cock tunneled just an inch deeper, and I wrapped my legs around his hips to hold him there, offering what comfort and encouragement I could. I needed his answer.
“I’ve been waiting for a woman to choose to belong to me, heart and body. Someone who’ll be mine—completely mine.”
“Why are you telling me this?” I asked, my voice thickening.
“Because I waited until you’d learned some humility and control—until I was sure you might be willing to be my everything.”
My mouth dried instantly, and I wasn’t sure how to respond, so I went with a quip, a deflection, I knew, and a bratty one. “And what do I get?”
His chest shook once. “A man who will worship you and honor you and give you limitless orgasms.”
“Will you love me?” I asked, my voice now wispy-thin. My body was shaking, too filled with hope to contain it.
“I do. I always have, Angel.” His hand loosened the blindfold and pulled it away.
My breath caught as I opened my eyes. His expression was one I’d never seen before, his gaze steady, features tight. He was worried about my response.
I let go the breath I’d been holding and gave him a blinding smile. “You are the only Master I will ever want, Mason. I’m yours.”
His kiss was quick and hard. His hips began to flex, driving deep inside me, filling me up, taking me places only he could. As pleasure swept through me, I wrapped myself around him, holding him as tightly as he held me.
With pleasure sweeping through me, too hard and swiftly to control, I thrashed and moaned. “Please, Mason. P
lease, Sir.”
“Baby, come for me. I’ve got you. I won’t let you go.”
The explosion hit, glorious colors bursting behind my eyelids, pleasure suspending, slowing the moment, until everything rushed faster like a curve of a huge wave, collapsing me. I kissed his mouth, his nose, his cheeks.
He laughed and hugged me close.
I stopped and gave him a wide-eyed stare. “What the hell are we going to say to Daddy?”
His one-sided grin was cocky. “Your father’s been pushing me toward you for years. Said you needed a firm hand. Guess he was right.”
“He knows?”
“How do you think he and Mona met? They played in the same club.”
I shook my head, half horrified and still so relieved I couldn’t quite grasp the implications. “They’re into this?”
“Baby, you have no idea.”
And I didn’t want to know more. Already the images blowing through my mind were cringe-worthy. “How did you know I needed this?”
Mason rolled to his side and tucked me close to his side. His fingers brushed back my hair. “I knew because every time I looked at you, I saw you wearing my collar. And every time you sassed me, you lifted your chin, daring me to do something about it. Angel, you were begging me.”
“I guess I was.” Happiness flooded me, and a calm unlike any I’d ever felt filled me. “I love you. Think people will find it... wrong... that we love each other?”
“Do you really give a fuck what anyone else thinks?”
I shook my head and grinned. “Guess being a bitch has it perks. No one would dare say anything to my face.”
Mason pulled me closer. “You know I’m not going to be all right with what Heather and Farley did until I see his dick in a harness.”
I walked my fingers up his chest and gave him a flirty glance. “I’ll let you in on a little secret. They’re both dying to see your playroom.”
The End
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Selena Kitt is a NEW YORK TIMES bestselling and award-winning author of erotic and romance fiction. She is one of the highest selling erotic writers in the business with over a million books sold!
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Her books EcoErotica (2009), The Real Mother Goose (2010) and Heidi and the Kaiser (2011) were all Epic Award Finalists. Her only gay male romance, Second Chance, won the Epic Award in Erotica in 2011. Her story, Connections, was one of the runners-up for the 2006 Rauxa Prize, given annually to an erotic short story of “exceptional literary quality.”
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BONUS MATERIAL
STEPBROTHER STUDS: FINN
By Selena Kitt
Molly’s handsome stepbrother, Finn, has called her Pita—short for pain in the ass—for so long, she’s almost forgotten her own name.
And, she has to admit, she’s mostly lived up to it, because Finn is a typical, know-it-all, overprotective older stepbrother who thinks he always knows what’s best for her.
But when she finds his journal and reads the secrets he’s been keeping, she suddenly has a decision to make.
They have one week alone at a cabin together this summer—can she make Finn realize that, this time, his little stepsister knows what’s best? For once, she knows what she wants—and now she knows he wants it too.
Does she have the courage to push him to his limits?
EXCERPT:
I didn’t see him again until after I’d eaten my dinner. He stomped through the back door and stood over the recliner where I was sitting sideways, feet swinging idly, while I read an old copy of People magazine. Pictures of the sexiest man alive didn’t thrill me nearly as much as the angry flush spreading across Finn’s cheeks or the sight of his lean body in shorts and a loose tee.
“I want it back.”
I blinked up at him, pretending I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about.
“Nice to see you, too,” I said, giving him a smirk.
“Now. I want it back.”
I sighed and made a show of rising from the chair. I made sure to stand very close so I had to tilt my head to meet his gaze. I liked his height. Liked the breadth of his expanded shoulders. He looked strong and lean, and very capable of picking me up and doing whatever he wanted to do with me. A thought that thrilled me to my toes. But how to goad him into doing it? That was the question that had been driving me buggy since I’d masturbated in front of him.
“What do you want back?” I asked, letting my smile deepen just a little. Just enough he knew I was fully aware of what he wanted.
“It’s mine, Pita. My private journal. Now move your sweet little ass and get it for me.”
I didn’t have to pretend to shiver at his command.
“Or what?” I whispered, leaning closer.
“You don’t want to find out.”
“Maybe I do.” I tilted my head and licked my bottom lip. I’d never been much of a flirt, but with Finn, I was finding it so easy to do. Maybe it was because my nipples were tight again and my pussy was beginning to warm.
“Fuck,” he said under his breath, his glance dropping to my mouth.
“Is that what you want?”
“Stop it.” His gaze narrowed and bored into mine. “I’m your brother.”
“That didn’t stop you thinking about me giving you blow jobs.”
His expression hardened. “It’s one thing to think it. I’m a guy, we think about sex all the time. But I’m not a fucking perv.”
“How disappointing.”
“Stop playing.” He reached out to grip my upper arms. “Give it back.”
I raised my chin. “Or you’ll… do… what?”
His grip tightened. So did his lips. Before I could gasp, he whipped me around and bent me over the chair. The first swat stung my ass, the shock holding me still. The next swat was just as sharp.
And then something happened. Something unexpected. My skin tingled. My pussy grew damp. Following another naughty impulse, I reached back and shoved my shorts and underwear down to my thighs.
“Again.” I’d been naughty, and naughty girls needed punishment—right?
“Pita,” he groaned. “Goddamn it, why can’t you act like a normal girl?”
“You spank girls so often you know what’s normal?”
“Never. For
fuck’s sake, pull up your pants.”
“Or what?”
Instead of landing another slap on bare skin, he dragged me up against his chest. His mouth was right beside my ear, his breath coming fast and harsh.
My shorts slithered down my thighs and puddled around my feet. While I stood nude from the waist down, I looked up and to the side and met his hot glare, daring him silently to act.
“I want it back.” He sounded like he was trying to keep his cool.
“And I’ll return it,” I agreed, swallowing hard. Was I really going to do this? But I already was, doing it. Now I just had to get him to do it too. “But first you have to spank me like you mean it. I mean… don’t I deserve it?”
I saw the surprise in his icy blue gaze a moment before his eyes narrowed. And then he moved, not letting go of my arm as he sat in the chair. He yanked me over his lap, his strong, bare thighs riding my ribs and my belly.
“Why are you doing this?” His voice was almost a whisper, like maybe he didn’t want to know.
Bent over with blood rushing to my head wasn’t a situation exactly conducive to lying, so I answered him honestly.
“I don’t know. I guess I’m curious. And this feels... good.”
“Me spanking your ass feels good?”
“My bare ass... please.” I nodded.
I wasn’t a virgin. But I also wasn’t very experienced. I knew enough to understand that he’d sparked something inside me. Something that wanted his punishment, his control. I felt feminine and helpless, and so thoroughly excited I thought I might get off like this, bent over him, his hand smacking me until my ass was hot and my pussy so wet I’d dampen his thigh.
Just the thought was getting me off.
He laid his hand on the curve of my bottom, tentatively, not giving me its weight. Like he was fighting with himself, trying to make the right decision—but he was tempted to give me what I’d asked for. What I deserved.
What I wanted.
What I knew he wanted.
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