by Brynn Paulin
Worry etched his face. She’d never seen him worried. In line to take control of the company from his father, he always had everything completely under control. He ignored Ryan and stared at her.
“Where’s Keera?” he demanded.
“She’s not here,” Ryan answered, coming back to Jessica’s side. His arm locked protectively around her waist. “Look Theo, I like Keera but I’ve got my own woman.”
Theo made a sound in his throat and waved Ryan’s words away. “I know that.”
“I haven’t seen her since yesterday,” Jessica said.
“She was with me.” He glanced at Ryan. “I gave her my collar. Today she’s gone with no word or explanation.”
“She called in sick.”
Theo shook his head. “That’s the word I spread. She quit.”
“What!” Jessica exclaimed. What could possibly have happened between Keera and Theo that had made her run like that? She couldn’t believe he’d be any less attentive than Ryan had been. They’d received training at the hands of the same man—their father.
Leaving, Ryan’s side, she dashed for her cell phone and dialed her friend.
“Hello,” Keera answered hesitantly after several rings. She sounded frightened but healthy.
“Keera, where are you?” Jessica exclaimed, relief filling her that her friend was okay. “What’s going on?”
A few feet from her, Theo growled. A pissed off frown replacing his worry.
“Is Theo with you?” Keera gasped as the sound filtered through the phone connection.
Jessica glanced over at him. “Yes.”
He snatched it from her hand and stomped from the office. “Where are you?” he snarled. The door slammed shut behind him.
Jessica turned to Ryan. “He took my cell phone.”
“You’ll get it back, or I’ll get you a new one, with my number programmed into it.”
She snorted. “It’s already programmed into it.”
“As number one?”
“Of course, Master.”
He yanked her to him. “Don’t ever run away like Keera did. Having you leave today undid me enough.”
“Do you think she’s okay?”
“Just scared. Don’t worry. Theo won’t harm her. His feelings run almost as deep for her as mine do for you.” He slipped off his shirt, then his shoes and pants.
Jessica swallowed her reaction to his well-developed chest and the tribal tattoo on his arm and belly. Their meaning would never leave her unaffected. She was his temple, his treasure and he owned her spirit.
He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the chair.
“Reassure me,” he murmured, pulling her onto his lap. His eager erection prodded her mound. He needed inside her as much as she needed him in her.
“Condom?” she asked.
“In the pocket.”
So there was more in there. Fishing inside, she grabbed out several foil packets and tossed all except one on the table. Tearing it open, she smoothed the latex over him, running her fingers over every throbbing inch.
“Jessica…” he warned. Quickly he shoved the suit coat off her and cupped her breasts. With long fingers he kneaded the peaks and pulled at her nipples, dragging fervent groans from her. His wide cock prodded at her cleft. Reaching between them, she guided him inside her hungry pussy and sank down him until her naked flesh rubbed against the crisp hair circling his manhood. She loved the sensation of it against her bare skin and the feel of him impaling her, spreading her wide. She grasped his shoulders and slid up his shaft, her thick juice spreading over him and easing her way.
He grunted as she shoved back down him, eager to please him. “Yeah, love, ride me. God your pussy’s so hot! Faster.”
He grasped her ass drawing her harder and angling her wild movements. A moment later, he tipped them both from the chair and onto the carpet. Lifting her hips, he pounded into her.
“Yes!” she cried, losing any restraint. “Oh! Fuck me. Harder, oh please, harder.”
After being parted from him, even for just this long, she needed him deep inside her, branding her with his rod. There was no holding back, no control for either of them. Ryan stiffened, shoving into her. His movements jerked as he brought her along with him. His thumb rubbed her clit until she screamed, arching beneath him and squeezing the cock still lodged deep inside her.
They collapsed in a sweaty heap. Ryan rolled to the side, drawing her with him. “I love being in your pussy,” he managed between heavy breaths.
She pressed her face into his neck. “I love having you there.”
“How much?” He reached behind them on the table and brought down the collar. Contemplatively, he fingered the heavy links. He looked far from confident when he met her eyes. She couldn’t blame him after what had happened with Theo and Keera.
Keera was a jumper. Unlike Jessica, she leapt without asking, then she got scared.
“What would you expect of me?” she asked, sitting up and wrapping her arms around her knees. Her position left her pussy open to him and he slid a finger inside her, stroking her engorged tissues.
Her breathing shuddered. If he continued, another orgasm would be crashing down on her. She wouldn’t be able to think.
She knew he wouldn’t allow her to tell him to stop without a punishment. He added another finger and she braced her arms behind her, moving her thighs apart.
“I’m not asking you to give up your life. You will, of course, live with me. I think that’s a given. I need you in my bed.”
“I need to be in your bed,” she replied. No need to leave him out on a limb all by himself. He was her support, she could lend acceptance.
“In public, I’ll expect you to go toe-to-toe with me just as you always have. In private, especially in the bedroom, you will regard me as Master. You will defer to me.”
“Yes,” she gasped as he jabbed his fingers in and out.
“Still, in public, you will never forget who you belong to even if our relationship isn’t made public.”
She nodded barely able to think over the sensations rioting through her. What did he mean, their relationship wouldn’t be public. Wouldn’t he claim her in any way that people could see?
“You’ll let me choose what you wear, if I decide to.”
“Will you wear your leather pants, then?” she asked.
“Only at home.” He rose over her and knelt between her legs to further their negotiations. “You’ll still make plans, be with your friends and family, but you will check with me first.”
That sounded normal. She nodded her understanding. She fell back on her elbows. The muscles in her belly rippled as she listened to his guidelines for their relationship. How was it possible she already wanted him in her again?
“My family will of course know what you are to me but you will not discuss the full nature of our relationship with anyone unless I give you permission.”
Jessica bit her lip and Ryan softened his tone. “At all times you will remember you’re mine. You will not behave as you did today. I will have your complete devotion. The world will know you’re mine, even if they don’t know the extent.”
No problem. She almost smiled. She lowered her gaze to where he’d spread her wide. The lips of her pussy glistened with her slippery juices. “Yes, Master.”
He blew out a breath. “One last thing… Be very clear on this. I’m not asking you to be a mindless sycophant. You are an exceptional and extraordinary woman. I don’t want to change that about you. You’ll always be the friction that drives me farther at work. Even when we’re alone, I’ll want your opinion. I’ll expect discussion and for you to speak your mind even if you don’t think I’ll agree with your conclusions—outside the bedroom. In the bedroom, I will always be your master.”
She glanced around, refraining from raising her eyebrows. “Bedroom” was apparently a situational term for him. This was far from a bedroom still there was no doubt who was in charge.
She pushed an
yway.
“And if my opinion is this?” She pulled away from his hand and turned to her knees, ass in the air and shoulders to the carpet. She swayed, tempting him. Eyes half-closed, she glided her finger across her clit. Ryan’s nostrils flared and he dived on her, impaling her with one solid thrust.
“You’re aware you’ll be punished when we get home?” he rasped bending over her.
She sure hoped so.
He dragged the cool metal collar between her shoulder blades, letting the wide clasp scrap lightly over her spine. Drawing back, he smacked the links across her ass. Jessica yelped.
“Yes, Master.” Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Fuck me until I can’t walk straight. Yes.
Reaching between them, he coated his fingers with her cream and smeared it across her anus. She trembled, waiting for what she knew was coming. The slight pain and, oh, so much pleasure. She’d protested before that she wanted him like this too. Claiming every part of her.
The wide knob of his cock prodded at the entrance. She relaxed, letting him plunge in until he’d slid to the hilt. She winced at the pull on her inexperienced muscles. Still, this was easier than she’d thought.
“You’re so tight,” he grunted. He plowed in and out in shallow digs, resuming his finger-fuck of her cunt. Filled, Jessica bucked, crying for her release, begging. When it came, she fell to the floor blanketed by the man she loved. How did she get so lucky to end up in his dungeon and to end up as his?
It was all so much to comprehend. He made his proposal sound so much like a marriage between a loving couple. She wasn’t fooled into believing that was what he wanted. He wasn’t looking for permanent. A collar was removable. Even now, she knew she’d crumble when he removed it. He’d shown her she was strong. Alone, she wasn’t so much. He strengthened her. What she sensed between them was more than last night. It was more than today. This had been building for over a year.
Ryan knew her.
And she knew him.
In the past year, he’d had women. None had lasted longer than three months. She thought of what she felt for him and wondered if those other women had been devastated.
She eyed the collar. She’d never seen any of them wear it, or anything like it. Was this new for Ryan? Hadn’t he ever offered his possession to another before? He must have.
Ryan got up and disposed of the condom, then slipped on his pants. He draped his coat around her again, then sat on the floor, leaning against the chair. Roughly, he pulled her to him. “You’re naughty to distract me. I can’t stop wanting you. I want to possess you and know you’re mine for my pleasure.”
She glanced at the gold chain beside them.
“For how long?” she blurted.
“Forever.”
She blinked in surprise and turned to face him. “Not just a few months?”
“No. Is that all you want?”
Was that a faint tinge of hurt in his voice? “Of course not!”
Forever? As his slave, taking his instruction, receiving his punishments, sharing his pleasure? Tough gig. She almost chortled as happiness bubbled inside her. She needed him as her master. She needed to be his slave. She’d soothe the need and emptiness inside him in a way only she could. And he’d keep her from letting control overwhelm her ever again.
Jessica met his eyes. “I love you.”
She lifted her hair in silent answer to the growing plea in his gaze and the tension vibrating from him. His triumphant smile filled her. “Mine.”
He slipped the collar around her neck and it snapped shut with a distinct click that shot a shiver down her spine. His.
“Well done, my love.” Gently he kissed her, worshiping at her mouth, reminding her that she was indeed his treasure and he’d guard her and care for her always. As he saw fit. She could trust him and give him her control.
Sitting back, he looped his finger through the necklace and pulled her forward. “I love you too. Now… On. Your. Knees.”
Her new favorite phrase.
She was tired from their exuberant activities but it didn’t slow the excitement that rushed over her. She hurried to comply. Pleasure waited moments away. She was ready for it, ready for whatever life with this man brought her. Ready to be his.
About the Author
When it comes to books and movies, Brynn Paulin has one rule: There must be a happy ending. After that one requirement, anything else goes. And it just might in any of her books.
Brynn lives in Michigan with her husband and two children who love her despite her occasional threats to smite them. They humor her and let her think she's a goddess…as long as she provides homemade chocolate chip cookies on a regular basis.
She attributes her writing success to Seventies music, her local road construction crews, a trusty notebook, and of course, her husband and willing research subject, AKA Mr. Inspiration.
Brynn welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.
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