His Domain

by Ashe Barker, Katy Swann, Rosalie Stanton, Lucy Felthouse, Anarie Brady, Rose C. Carole

  “Walker—”

  “No talking.” He slipped a hand into his pocket, fingered the remote’s intensity control, and notched it up. Sasha went nuts, panting, mewling, rocking her hips forward as the dildo he’d slid into her cunt hummed its song louder. More intensely. He knew she was fighting orgasm—or was worried she might come before he gave permission—but he guessed Sasha was a woman who really got off on clitoral stimulation. Now, anyway.

  He could get her there without. He knew he could.

  But then, this first time—this only time—he wanted to play. The slick flesh of her inner thighs beckoned his mouth. He wanted to explore her pussy with his tongue, feel her come apart with her clit trapped between his lips. He wanted to see her completely unravel.

  “There’s nothing in this kid’s past that would spell trouble,” he continued, clamping the next clothespin on the fleshy globe of her breast. She had to have sensed it was coming, but she hissed and jerked all the same. Her reactions were so honest, so open.

  She was so perfect. For this. For him. In all ways.

  “His daddy didn’t hit him, his mommy gave him hugs. He went to a good school, got good grades, had friends, fucked around…you know, usual shit.” Walker worked around her breast, fixing pin after pin. She had tensed again—he knew she was nervous, but she was curious too. He felt that throbbing hunger for knowledge as deeply as if it were his own.

  After tonight, there was nothing to lose.

  “This girl who’s his best friend…he’s had all these thoughts about her too. Of tying her up, strapping her down. He couldn’t imagine ever hurting her. Ever, and he starts to avoid her. Because he loves her, and he’s afraid of what he might do.”

  At that, Sasha choked on a sob. “Walker, I’m so—”

  He lightly smacked her inner thigh—hard enough to get her attention. He didn’t have to say anything. Sasha fell quiet, released a trembling breath, and relaxed her shoulders.

  “So he goes to see a doctor,” Walker continued. “He does his research and finds a good one. An expensive one—real expensive, but worth it. The doctor tells the kid, to his immense relief, that he’s not sick at all. That these urges are normal—healthy, even. He gives him some reading material, recommends a few websites and tells him not to come back unless he has a real problem. The kid dives into research and starts to understand himself a bit better. Starts to gain some confidence along the way.”

  The zipper was complete. He took a moment to appreciate the picture she presented—lying before him with her legs spread, her juicy cunt clasped tight around the dildo, her creamy skin turning pretty shades of pink and red around the clothespins. The zippers themselves—the line of thread the rows of clothespins were attached to—curved around either breast and trailed down her sides. Her breasts, full, gorgeous, rose and fell with each shuddering breath. Her rich raven hair was plastered to skin slick and shiny with sweat. She was so beautiful it almost hurt to look at her.

  “His friend,” Walker said softly, “the one he’s nuts about. Been in love with her for years. Before he knew what to do with his dick, he’s been in love with this girl. She goes and lets herself into his dorm room one day to borrow a textbook. Want to tell me what happens?”

  Sasha shuddered, her mouth falling open. However, no sound came out.

  “What happens, Sash?”

  “I…” She pursed her lips and swallowed hard. “I…”

  “Are you sorry?”

  He seized the end of one zipper and whipped it off. A hard smack clattered through the air. She went wild, writhing and gasping. Little red welts stood proud along her milky skin.

  “Christ, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, rounding to her other side. “And you have something to tell me.”

  Panting, Sasha whipped her head toward the sound of his voice, her sweet, parted lips giving his cock all sorts of ideas.

  “I’m sorry,” she choked out. “I’m so sorry.”

  Walker tilted his head and, snatched the end of the other zipper between his fingers. “What are you sorry for?” he asked, then yanked. Again, the still air of the room split with the intoxicating sound of the clothespins snapping off her flesh. Again, she mewled and squirmed. Again, his cock throbbed and his chest tightened.

  “For…for snooping.”

  Walker tsked. “That wasn’t what I was looking for, actually,” he said, rounding her again.

  “What I said, then. I was wrong. God, fuck, shit, I was wrong.” She hiccupped. “I was so wrong. I knew it, too. Almost immediately. I was scared and dumb and wrong and so sorry even then. And I’ve wanted to tell you that for years, but it just… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I hurt you.”

  Walker’s heart twisted, and some deep part of him that had spent the past ten years roaring finally found peace.

  It was only then that the path cleared for him, and he saw how the rest of the night would go. He hadn’t fully committed to fucking her tonight—in his mind, at least—because he hadn’t been sure he could and walk away. But that line had been drawn now. After what he’d said, after what he’d revealed, there was no going back.

  So he stripped off his shirt, then turned his hands to his belt. He knew the second she realized what he was doing, when it occurred to her what was about to happen. His balls tightened. If he had ever been so hard in his life, he couldn’t remember it.

  And she was there, waiting for him. Understanding. Wanting.

  Fuck.

  When at last he was naked, Walker closed the distance between them and situated himself between her thighs. He studied her for a long moment, savoring the picture she presented, then reached for the dildo and slowly dragged it, still vibrating, out of her slick pussy.

  “Oh, shit,” Sasha whimpered. “Oh, shit.”

  “Mmm,” Walker agreed, dropping the toy, then turning his attention back to her parted, drenched flesh. Her swollen clit stared back at him, begging silently for his mouth. But his mouth had other destinations at the moment. He released a long breath and edged closer, leaning over her so she could feel him, his lips now at her throat. His skin against her skin.

  Sasha was shaking so hard he wondered if she might rip his swing in half. The warmth of her cunt pressed intimately against his belly, soaking his skin and driving him the rest of the way out of his head. He drew his finger in circles around one of the snakebite kits, still standing proud around her nipple, then plucked it off.

  Sasha sobbed again, rubbing herself against him. “Fuck!”

  “The blood’s rushing back now,” he whispered, lowering his head to her nipple. “Which should make you…extra sensitive.”

  He licked her.

  She went nuts.

  Then he did it to her other breast, and she went nuts all over again. The sight made his cock throb.

  Sasha. Wild and writhing and so completely his.

  Walker spent a couple of happy minutes alternating his attention between her breasts, running his tongue around her nipples, flicking her, sucking her and reveling in every cry that escaped her beautiful throat. But soon it wasn’t enough.

  With her, nothing ever would be.

  Walker plucked the blindfold off her face, then turned his attention to her legs, releasing each from the stirrups. She practically melted into him, her warm, trembling body pressed against his, her eyes blinking but unfocused. She wore a dreamy expression—as though she had stepped onto another plane of existence.

  At last, she looked at him, directly at him, and her expression didn’t change.

  “Hi,” she said, sounding drunk.

  His chest rattled when he breathed next. Christ, there was no doubt. He loved her. Loved her as much as he always had, only this love was more mature, aged with time, enriched by experience, yet bone-deep. The sort of love that could not be ignored or destroyed—one way or another, this love was there to stay.

  Walker brought her into his lap, her legs on either side of him, the hot flesh of her pussy kissing the head of his cock.


  “Sasha,” he whispered, pressing his brow to hers. “I’m going to fuck you.”

  She grinned. “’Kay.”

  “I’m not wearing a condom.” Another long breath shuddered through him, and the tip of his cock dipped into her sex, and if he had to stop now—if she told him to—there was a damn good chance he’d cry like a motherfucking baby.

  When she didn’t say anything, though, he knew he couldn’t let it rest. He didn’t want to get to the other side of this and have regrets. Not about being in her, at least. If regrets came, they wouldn’t be about this.

  “Do you need to use your safe word?” he whispered.

  The other question, the real question, hung between them. He could nearly see the letters in the air.

  Do you trust me?

  Sasha shifted back, and when her eyes met his, they were full of understanding.

  Then she smiled and, mother of mercy, lowered herself onto his cock. As her soaking flesh took him inside, she cupped his cheeks and drew his lips to hers.

  And he was gone.

  Chapter Five

  The instant he was fully seated within her, with his coarse pubic hair tickling her clit, every heightened sensation she had experienced tonight drove her body past the point of no return. His mouth was on hers, hungrily devouring her with his lips and tongue, his warm, strong flesh pressed to hers, his heart hammering against her breast. What little control she’d managed to retain abruptly fled.

  And Sasha came. Her pussy tightened around his cock as her body dissolved into hard, uncontainable spasms. It seemed to last forever, and for all she knew, it might have. She felt lit on fire from within, the burn throbbing and growing and consuming. As though from a great distance, she heard Walker moan her name, but she was too lost within the compounding sensations to answer.

  When the fog began to clear, she became aware of two things—her back was against the floor, and Walker was thrusting inside her with hot, wild abandon. His face was buried in the crook of her neck, his breaths warming her skin.

  “Fuck,” he murmured. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

  Sasha swallowed a hard gasp and managed, somehow, to wrap her legs around his waist. She was floating on borrowed energy, but she didn’t care. He felt so good, so right, inside her.

  He just felt right, period.

  Sasha dropped a kiss on his shoulder, then another and another until he finally raised his head and looked at her, his expression savage, his eyes full of need. The heady, illicit smack of their bodies coming together again and again combined with the way he pierced her with a gaze had the fading fire within roaring with new life.

  “Perfect,” he whispered against her lips. “You feel so perfect.”

  His cock drove home again and she tightened her legs around his waist, desperate to hold him there. He gritted his teeth, his gaze remaining steady on her face. The renewed heat stretched further, flooding her skin, reaching into her veins and spreading until every part of her was wound tight.

  Walker pressed his brow to hers, hooking his arms under her shoulders, and watched, almost daring her to look away. His cock was getting harder, his thrusts erratic, demanding, and she knew he was close, and that knowledge drove her to the edge. She wanted him to let go, wanted to feel him spill inside her, to lose that precious control with her.

  “Don’t you dare,” he growled against her lips, bruising her with his thrusts, shoving into her again and again so the rug scored her back. “Don’t you dare come again. I didn’t give you permission.”

  Sasha bit her lip and whimpered, “Shit.”

  “Don’t you dare,” Walker said again, and seized her mouth in his. He kissed her like he was a junkie and she his drug of choice. Hot, needy, hungry, and never enough.

  She felt him tense, her cunt fisted around him, then he was spurting into her between thrusts. And it felt so good she wanted to cry, but not as much as she wanted to follow.

  Walker pumped into her once, twice more, then his body went slack.

  “Fuck.”

  “Walker…” She thrust her hips even as she felt his cock softening within her. “Walker, please!”

  Panting, he grinned at her, his eyes devilish. “You came without permission earlier,” he informed her. “Did you think I would forget?”

  Sasha’s jaw unhinged. “I… I… That’s not fair!”

  The grin turned into a smirk and he kissed the tip of her nose. “If you’d waited for permission—”

  “I couldn’t help it!” She wiggled her hips and his dick twitched. “I… It was too much. I couldn’t—”

  “That’s a part of it, baby.” He dropped another kiss at the corner of her mouth. “You do as you’re told or you’ll be punished.”

  Sasha thunked her head against the floor and whimpered as Walker continued torturing her skin, dropping kisses along her chin and down her neck.

  “But seeing as this is your first time,” he murmured, shifting lower, “I can be generous…”

  He found the tip of one breast with his tongue and flicked her nipple, which remained almost painfully sensitive. Sasha hissed and tunneled her fingers through his hair, but was forced to let go as he moved farther down her body. His cock, which had started to harden again, slipped from her completely, leaving her sex swollen and soaked and so sensitive the slightest touch might send her over.

  His mouth skated across her stomach and over her pubic bone, and by the time he was between her legs and his intent was clear, Sasha’s heart was thumping so hard she thought her chest might break.

  “Besides,” Walker murmured, spreading her labia between his fingers, “I’ve been wanting to do this all night.”

  Then he lowered his mouth to her pussy and licked her clit.

  The fire was instant, and she wouldn’t last. Couldn’t. Sasha jerked and thrust her hips against him. “Now? Please?”

  He didn’t answer at first, instead dragging his tongue in tight circles around her button.

  “Walker, I can’t—”

  “Now,” he said. Then he wrapped his lips around her clit and tugged, and the tenuous hold she’d managed to maintain dissolved in a tidal wave of pleasure.

  Minutes, hours, years later, when Sasha returned to herself, the first thing she was aware of was Walker’s head resting against her belly. The second was that the floor wasn’t the most comfortable place in the world. The third was that she didn’t exactly have the will to move.

  The fourth was a creeping sense of dread, but at what she didn’t know. It was just there, lurking in the shadows, waiting to drag her from this happy place. Because she knew she couldn’t stay.

  Not here, at least. Not with Walker. He’d only promised her the one night.

  There. That was the dread. Dread over what would happen next.

  Then Walker shifted so his chin was at her belly, and looked at her.

  “I love you,” he said simply.

  Her heart stuttered. “What?”

  “I can’t leave here without you knowing that. I love you, Sash. More than what’s good for me.” Walker sighed, and his whole body seemed to shudder. “And I can’t—”

  “Onomatopoeia,” she blurted, and Walker stiffened, his expression open one moment and closed the next.

  And before she could say anything, he was up, pulling away from her. On his feet. Tugging a shirt over his head. Grabbing his boxers. Stepping into his pants. His movements rigid and sharp.

  It was over.

  A surge of panic seized her body, and her stomach flipped when she realized—when it occurred to her—how that must have looked. Sasha sat up on her elbows, her chest tight. “Did you mean that?”

  Walker, who had been buckling his belt, paused, his back to her. “What?”

  “Did you say it because you meant it or because it was a part of”—she waved around the room, feeling foolish—“this.”

  He turned, his expression unreadable. He stared at her for a long moment—long enough for her to feel self-conscious, ly
ing naked on the floor—then said, “I’d never use love in a scene. That’s not a toy. It’s not a tool. That was me. Just us. I love you. I always have.”

  Her heart somewhere in the vicinity of her throat, Sasha nodded to show she understood.

  Then burst into tears. Hard, ugly tears, riding the brunt of a tsunami of sensation she didn’t know how to navigate. Sasha closed her eyes as though that would help her regain control, but her equilibrium was lost, and the sobs came harder. It seemed that every feeling she’d had and every thought she’d ever entertained had been shoved unceremoniously to the surface, forcing her to confront them all at once.

  God, this was so not how this night was supposed to go.

  The next thing she knew, Walker was at her side. She felt him but couldn’t look at him—too ashamed of herself, of her outburst, and she wasn’t prepared for whatever she might see there. But she felt him as she had before, drawn as though magnetized to his warmth and his strength. She didn’t protest when his arms curled around her, or when the floor under her body disappeared. She knew she should, or it seemed she should, but she didn’t have the will to deny him anything at the moment.

  When Sasha opened her eyes, the scenery around her had changed. Gone was the dark seduction of the playroom. Instead, she found herself perched on the edge of a bed.

  She blinked dumbly, prodding at her sluggish brain. It took a few seconds for her to realize that the shape in the wall to the right was an open doorway, and another few to connect the dots to the doors she’d seen lining the back wall of the playroom. There was no light in the room, and obviously no windows, so her look around provided little in the way of details. The weak lighting from the playroom extended a few inches over the threshold, then melted into a sea of black.

  Walker had disappeared through another door, and from the sound of running water, she assumed it was a bathroom.

  He returned a moment later, spilling more light into the room, a glass in one hand and a small jar in the other. He handed her the glass. “Drink.”