by Laney Rogers
Megan tried to frown at him and tell him off, but she couldn’t. All she wanted was to be held in his safe, strong arms for at least a month until the horrible image of Carl leering at her naked body, and the thoughts of what he might have done, diminished.
She packed up the first aid box and put it away. Then she put the plates back in the oven, to heat up the food, and threw away the foil containers.
Once the food was warm, Jacob settled his sub on the living room couch, and retrieved the plates himself. Then he sat beside her, and fed her small bites, even though she had told him she wasn’t hungry anymore.
When her hand came up and stopped the fork in mid-air, he looked surprised. “You don’t like the food?”
Megan shook her head. “It’s not that, the food’s great. It’s just… I don’t think I’ve thanked you, not properly.”
He put the fork back on the plate and watched her as she got up from the couch and paced the room. Finally, she came to a stop, right in front of him.
“I’ve spent a lot of time, making a whole bunch of really bad choices, one after the other, and now, after meeting you, everything in my life is finally starting to go in the right direction. I know it’s going to sound pretty cheesy, but I don’t know how else to put it—thank you for saving me.”
She blushed, embarrassed at having made a kind of speech, there in the living room. “I guess I agree with sergeant whatshisname, you know, about the superhero stuff.” Then she grinned. “Of course, I don’t know how I feel about the whole underwear on the outside thing, but hey, no judgment.”
Jacob gave a sigh, raised his eyebrows, and stood up, grinning. “Megan, Megan, Megan, you were doing so well, and then you just couldn’t resist. What am I going to do with you?”
He walked to the big front window, pulled the curtains across, and when he got back to her, proceeded to strip his sub naked. Grabbing his belt, which still lay on the floor by the chair, he used it again; this time to secure her wrists together, in front of her.
She seemed to glow, in the light of the one lamp, which stood behind her on an end table. He stood in front of her, and bent his head, flicking each nipple with his tongue. Then he slid his hand between her legs.
When he pulled it back, and saw the wetness on his fingers, he kissed her, gently. “Mmm, even after what happened with the asshole, you’re not afraid to show your arousal. I’m so proud of you.”
With that, he led her over to the large ottoman in front of the fireplace and made her wait there until he had grabbed two large seat cushions from the sofa. He placed them on top of the ottoman, and then gestured for her to climb onto it.
He guided her until she lay down the length of it, her head and lower legs hanging off each end. Then he went to the curtains, removed the ties that hung down at each side and secured them around her ankles.
He leaned across her body and whispered in her ear. “That’s for later, sub. Right now, I just need your mouth.” He stood unzipped his jeans, releasing his massive, erect manhood, right above her face. “Keep your hands down, and put your lips around me, sub,” he ordered.
She lifted her head, and did as she was told, his cock sliding between them, from above. It was a new sensation, to take him in her mouth at this angle, and when he began to move, back and forth, she let her tongue run down the length of him.
She sucked harder, and his hands came down around her head, gripping her hair, his breathing becoming harder, while her lips moved up and down his glistening shaft.
She tasted his precum, when she let her tongue flick over the head, and he gave a soft growl like noise when she did it again.
Jacob tensed and his hands fisted in her hair. He knew if she worked her magic on him for much longer, he would lose control and come in her hot little mouth. That would have to be another time, because there was another place he needed to be tonight.
He pulled slowly out of her mouth and released her hair. Her head fell back, slowly, and she rested there, waiting to see what he would do next.
He didn’t disappoint.
He pulled the rest of his clothes off and then, in one fluid action, he flipped her onto her stomach. Her hands hung over the edge of the ottoman, now, still restrained by his belt.
“Spread your legs for me,” he ordered.
She quickly complied, her need to have him push himself into her wet, aching pussy so overwhelming, she had to stop herself from begging him to hurry.
He took each of the curtain ties, hanging from her ankles, and secured them to the feet of the ottoman. Then he stood over his sub, seeing the welts still on her bottom, and her legs spread wide, just for him.
“That’s where you belong, sub, lying restrained, and open, for your Dom.”
He leaned over her and ran his arm underneath her, grabbing hold of her hip. Then, he lifted her ass off the ottoman and rammed his long, thick cock inside her.
“Ohh,” she cried, straining against the ties, but her legs couldn’t move.
Her hands were useless, hanging limply over the edge, and she could do nothing but lay there, her pussy impaled on his rock hard erection.
Jacob began to pump in and out of her, feeling her pussy clench around him each time he entered her. “Do you belong to me, sub?” he asked, thrusting into her until she cried out, her desire raw within her.
“Yes, Sir,” she gasped, hardly able to form the words. All she knew was her body craved him. The room had disappeared, and the only thing that mattered in the whole world, at that moment, was being with this man who loved her and owned her, body and soul.
He used his free hand to grasp a handful of her hair and then lowered his head to kiss her neck.
“Do you want to please me, Megan?” he whispered in her ear.
“Yes, Sir,” she managed as he pounded into her swollen cunt, over and over.
“Then, come for me,” he said, aloud, into the room.
His hand left her hair, and slid under her mound. He pressed his finger against her clit, and she bucked underneath him, releasing a scream so sweet, that Jacob felt himself go over the edge, his hot cum filling her as her pussy spasmed around his cock.
“Good, girl,” he murmured, stroking her back, while her body shuddered. “You are so beautiful, and I’m proud to be your Dom.”
He continued to talk softly to her, until her body rested quietly, on the ottoman. Then he pulled slowly out of her, and went to free her ankles from their restraints. “I think the best place for you would be bed,” he said, while he helped her up into a standing position. He undid his belt, releasing her wrists, and then kissed each of her palms, in turn.
She did feel exhausted, and she hadn’t thought about where they were going to sleep. Jacob led her to her bedroom, and just for a second, she resisted going in there, her mind filling with the images of Carl and his friend.
“No arguing, Megan,” he stated, and pulled her gently into the room, walking straight to her bed and throwing back the comforter. “I’m going to check the house, and then I’ll be joining you, so don’t take up too much room, or I might have to tip you out on the floor.”
She gave him a small scowl, but did as she was told, and received a swat on her still tender, bottom, while she climbed into bed.
Jacob put the living room back to rights and checked the front door was still secure. Then he climbed, wearily, into the small bed, positioned behind his submissive.
She was asleep already, but even so, when he put a hand on her side, she snuggled up against him with a sigh of pure contentment.
* * * *
The next morning, after a somewhat uncomfortable night, trying to sleep in a bed way too small, Jacob got up, early, and found what he needed to make coffee.
Megan appeared just a little while later, and he kissed the top of her head, and handed her a mug of freshly brewed breakfast blend.
Mr. Pierce had promised to come round as soon as they were back from the hospital and supervise the installation of a new front door. Both
he and Jacob had checked the measurements the night before. They had agreed that Mr. Pierce would contact Jacob with the name of the company that did the work, and he would pay by credit, over the phone. That way, Megan’s mother wouldn’t have to deal with any of the arrangements.
Now, all they had to do was bring her home.
Megan explained what had happened, as soon as she got there, and after getting over the shock, her mother put on a brave face and asked Megan to help her dress.
“He’s gone for good, that’s all that matters.” Sue turned to Jacob. “I’m so sorry that you got caught up in all this. If you hadn’t been there last night…” She couldn’t finish, and Megan put her arm around her mother.
“But he was, mom, and I’m fine, honestly. Now, the paperwork is done, so let’s just get you back home.”
“Yes, you’re right,” her mother agreed, nodding her head, resolutely, and Megan could see that she was a lot stronger than the woman she’d been when Megan had left with Nicky that night. It all seemed like such a long time ago now.
When they got back to the house, Megan made her mother a bowl of soup and made sure she had everything she needed, and then Nicky called, to say both she and her mom would be over to spend the afternoon there.
Megan was glad to get the chance to talk one more time with Nicky in person before she left.
“Listen, M, I’ve had a chat with mom, and she’s going to help me sort out the apartment, in Louisville. It’s the least we can do after everything you and Jacob have done for us. We’ll take a drive over there, and clear everything out, and then I’ll give notice. Is there anything you want me to keep?”
Megan thought for a minute. “That part of my life is over, Nic. I don’t want anything. Just throw all the costumes and stuff away for me, okay?”
“I feel the same. Just leave it to me,” Nicky replied.
The lives they’d both had there had finished, and both of them couldn’t be happier.
When Megan kissed her mom goodbye, there were tears in both the women’s eyes, but the they knew that this was a new beginning in their relationship, and Megan made her mom promise that she would visit soon.
With a peace in her heart that hadn’t been there for so many years, she waved goodbye to her mom as she and Jacob drove away.
Epilogue
One week later…
Megan tried to keep her breathing slow and steady, while she waited, naked, for her Dom, inside the little log cabin, far up in the Smoky Mountains.
He had told her to stand with her legs spread wide apart, and her hands behind her head, while he went to the main office to settle the bill for the three days they had spent there.
While she stood in the cozy, rustic bedroom, she thought about the last week since they’d gotten back from Missouri.
Mat and Rachel were told the whole story over a meal, cooked by Megan, in her tiny apartment kitchen. Rachel had been horrified by everything Megan had been through, and Megan had been equally horrified that Rachel had been punished for not calling either Mat or Jacob when Megan had left.
“It’s all right, I’m used to getting beaten for the slightest little thing,” she had said with a grin, and Mat had given her a look that said she’d be getting one more if she didn’t stop.
All in all, it was a great evening, and the four of them had put the finishing touches to the kennels.
Everything was in order: the inspections, the paperwork, and the bookings, with four dogs booked to stay, on the very first day the kennels opened. More were to follow, thanks to Eileen, who had called in a favor, to an old friend, who still ran one of the local newspapers, in town.
With a few days to spare, before the big opening, Jacob had decided to get away with his submissive, and had rented the cabin he’d talked about before, up in the mountains, outside Gatlinburg.
It had been a magical few days. Jacob had taken her into the town, and they had spent the day tasting the most amazing fudges, exploring all the local art and craft stores, and then he’d dragged her into an old fashioned photo place, where they had dressed up as a gangster, and his moll. Megan had worn a deep red, fringed dress, with a feather boa, and matching head band, and Jacob had dressed up in a pin-striped suit, with a trilby, and a tommy gun in his hands.
They had laughed over the set of photos they’d chosen, and then sent one to both Jacob’s grandmother and Megan’s mom.
Megan had taken one look at the sky lift, explained that she didn’t like heights that much, and then had absolutely refused to put a foot through the entry doors to the lift.
Jacob had played nice, trying to persuade her, and had then made the line of people behind them roar with laughter when he had picked her up and carried her through to the chair lift, over his shoulder.
She had clung to him for the entire journey, only opening her eyes, when he threatened to tell Mat and Rachel what a chicken she was.
It had been a wonderful day, but in the evening, Megan had decided to get back at her Dom for making her ride the sky lift.
When he’d stepped in the shower, that evening, she’d filled up a huge bowl of cold water from the kitchen tap, and opened the shower curtain, soaking her Dom with ice cold water from head to foot. Then she’d grabbed both the towels, and made a run for it.
Jacob had let out a yell, and taken off after her, catching her easily. He’d pulled her over his cold, wet lap, and yanked her leggings off, while she laughed, and struggled. Then he’d given her a thorough bare-bottomed spanking, and, afterwards, sent her to stand in the corner, while he dried off and changed, grinning to himself the entire time.
When he had let her turn around, she was unceremoniously flung, yet again, over his shoulder and taken outside, into the darkness. He’d tied her, spread-eagled to a huge tree, and proceeded to lick her pussy and clit, till she came, over and over again, begging him to stop, when she couldn’t take anymore.
Eventually he had untied her, and scooped her up in his arms, taking her back to his bed.
She was so much fun, it was like a breath of fresh air, and the next night, after a day walking in the mountains, they had curled up together in the huge, brass bed, and she had told him all about her plans to do a degree in animal science, and then train as a veterinary assistant.
He had kissed her hard, pulling her body on top of his, telling her how proud he was of her, and the night had been filled with their sweet loving.
Now, she waited for Jacob to come back to the cabin, her body aroused into a now, familiar state of desire that she experienced every time she thought about him touching, and loving her.
When he walked back in, he smiled at her, standing so proud, with her beautiful, full breasts, pushed forward.
He grabbed his toy bag from beside the sofa, and took out a pair of nipple clamps, with tiny red feathers hanging from them. “This is my version of the outfit you wore for the photos,” he said, tightening each clamp until she sucked in her breath. He flicked them, in turn, and she hissed, at the sting of pain.
He stood back, to admire his handiwork. “You are beautiful, little Megan.”
When she didn’t respond, he pulled her hair back, until she met his eyes. “When I compliment my submissive, I expect a response, Megan.”
She gritted her teeth. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Better.” He returned to the bag, and this time picked out a small vibrator. ‘You may put your arms down, sub, but keep them behind your back.”
He knelt down, and inserted the device deep into her wet pussy. Then he switched it on, and Megan instantly tensed her leg muscles, letting out a deep groan, when his mouth closed around her clit.
When her hands separated, and began to move, he slapped her thigh. “Maybe you’ll do better, bent over,” he commented, and then he stood, grabbed his toy bag, and led his sub to the bedroom, watching her flushed cheeks, as she tried to walk with the vibrator still on, inside her.
“Bend over, and spread your legs,” he ordered, and when she was
settled, on the bed, he retrieved a condom and some lube from the bag.
She turned her head, and tensed up. She knew that he’d intended to do this, at some point, but she was scared. He was too big, and with the bullet thing in her… “Oh no, please, not that, Sir, it’ll hurt too much,” she begged.
He stroked her back, and turned the vibrator off. “I want to see some of that courage you have, sub. Do you trust me to take care of your body?”
There was no question of that. “Yes…I do” She took a deep breath, and made her body relax. “Okay, I’m ready.”
Jacob smiled with pride. “There we go; that’s what I was talking about.”
Megan gripped the covers as Jacob squirted lube around the area, and then put on the condom.
His cock pressed against her tight hole, and she buried her face in the covers, when he pushed the head just a little way in.
His hand on her back continued its rhythmic movements, up and down her soft skin, while he pushed further and further, into her most private area.
After filling her completely, Jacob began to slide slowly, in and out, taking his time and enjoying the tightness of his willing, brave little sub.
Megan lay, bent over the bed, waiting for the pain to hit, but determined not to let it show, wanting her Dom to continue to be proud of her.
Her whole area there, was so tight and full. However, instead of the pain, sensations of pleasure began to emerge, from deep inside her core, and she moaned, her body responding to Jacob’s manhood, buried deep within her.
When he heard the sound, Jacob knew his submissive was on her way to a healthy climax.
“Spread your legs wider,” he ordered, and she did so at once, lost in the feel of her Dom and his cock sliding in and out of her.
He lowered his body, until the hair on his chest rubbed against her back, and then one of his hands moved to grip her waist, holding her tight, under him.
