by Opal Carew
She stewed about him most of the morning as she bought Shelby a few purchases with his money. But as the day progressed, she put him out of her mind and threw herself into the Christmas spirit. The day was too fine not to enjoy peppermint cocoa, carolers downtown, and her barrage of gifts. She couldn’t wait to see Mimi’s face when Maggie gave her more bangles to add to her collection. Or Ron’s face when she gave him the special tea he liked—the stuff was rare, expensive, and almost impossible to find, even in Seattle. For Shelby she’d found a cashmere sweater that cost a pretty penny, and for Shane a framed picture of him and Shelby that Maggie had had professionally mounted.
For Trevor she’d bought a collection of anime her weirdo older brother loved, as well as a new wool scarf and gloves, because more than likely he’d lost the last pair she’d given him. The man was forever losing hats too, so she’d added that to her list. She’d keep it all wrapped so that when he returned in the spring, they could have a belated holiday together.
She had everyone done… almost. Mac. She didn’t know what to give him. The man seemed to be interested in fitness, the Marine Corps, and women. He worked at a gym, had all the Marine stuff he could want, and she had no intention of hooking him up with anyone but herself.
An idea sparked, and she headed to a few stores she’d seen but had never had the courage to enter before now. A corset, fuzzy heels, a collar and chain later, she left the downtown area with her purchases. She felt warm all over, not having had this much fun in a long while.
Later that evening, her phone rang. Mac’s number. All at once, his dismissal from that morning came rushing back, and she felt like an idiot for blowing so much on sexy clothes. Especially when he asked for yet another favor.
“Hey Maggie. Could you pick me up at the car dealer? My uncle left me here, and my car isn’t ready yet. Shane’s busy, and I can’t get a hold of Shelby either.”
“Call a cab,” she said flatly, all her Christmas cheer gone in the space of one phone call.
“I guess I could call Megan. She gave me her number. Sorry for bothering you. I’ll—”
“Damn it. I’ll be there in twenty minutes.” She hung up before he could change his mind. Megan? He’d call that floozy? More to the point, why did he have Megan’s number on hand? It was one thing to take her number and stash it somewhere, but to have it on his phone? On his person?
She stewed on her drive to pick him up, and after getting him, continued to brood all the way to his place.
While he talked about what a productive day he’d had at work, she remained silent.
“Hey, you okay?” Mac tapped her leg, and the traitorous limb wanted to leap at the contact.
She forced a smile. “Fine. Just tired. I did a lot of shopping today.” Shopping for you, you big jackass.
“Oh, right. Was the money enough?”
He had no right looking so concerned, so masculine and commanding and…
“It was enough.” She hated that she sounded hoarse.
He smiled. “Good. So you’re done with your shopping? Nice. I still have Ian to get to.”
“Is it Ian or Uncle Ian?”
“Either. Man answers to most things I call him.” Mac chuckled. “But he doesn’t take any shit, that’s for sure. Swears up and down, but God forbid I tell him off when he’s earned it. Man has control issues.”
She parked the car in front of his house. “You did not just say that. He has control issues?”
He shrugged. “I get it honestly, don’t I?”
How would I know? It’s been forever since I’ve experienced my master, she wanted to say but didn’t. Instead she waited with a brittle smile.
Mac paused. “Despite ordering you around all the time at the gym, I feel bad about doing it on your day off.”
That surprised her.
“Would you mind coming in for a minute more? I swear I won’t take up the rest of your night. You probably have plans.”
“Yeah. It’s a Wonderful Life is on TV tonight.” And a bottle of wine sat in the fridge. She should have felt happy about having so little to do for once. She could enjoy herself without guilt. Her last project to hand over to Kim had nearly finished drying. Maggie would have it done in a few hours at most. But instead of looking forward to her night, she felt lonely. Shelby had Shane. Trevor had his work only God knew where, which seemed to satisfy him. Mac had his uncle. Who did Maggie have?
“Can you give me your opinion on something I got for Shane’s mom?”
She hadn’t thought about the other women in Mac’s life, but she’d heard from Shane how tight Mac was with his family. “Sure.” It couldn’t hurt, and she had no rush to return to an empty home.
After turning off the car, she got out and locked it up, conscious of her many gifts in the trunk. She followed Mac inside and sighed at the warmth that eased her frozen fingers. Her gloves seriously needed replacing.
“Cold out today,” Mac’s low voice helped warm her up.
“Yeah. It’s a wet cold. I hate that.”
“No kidding. Ian’s always grumbling about his bones aching.” Mac took off his shoes and coat, then hung the jacket in the closet. He turned to her and removed her jacket before she could ask what the hell he was doing. “Habit, sorry.”
“What, stripping your visitors without asking?”
“Being neat about it. You don’t need a coat in here. I pay the heat bills.” He grinned at her, and she wanted to slap him for losing interest in her so quickly. Why was it he looked more handsome today? Because he wasn’t available anymore? God, she was such an idiot when it came to men.
“The gift is upstairs. No etchings, I promise.”
She snorted. “Yeah, right. You, etchings? I see nothing but photography on the walls. Not that they aren’t pretty, but you could vary the pictures a little.” After toeing off her shoes and leaving them by the front door, she followed him up the stairs.
She hadn’t seen this part of his home before. The walls had a tan wash, white baseboards and trim that accentuated the brown. It felt warm and inviting, masculine without being too overbearing. She passed two bedrooms and a bath before coming to his bedroom.
“This is it. Where all the magic happens.” He wiggled his brows.
God, the man had been nothing but charming all day. He annoyed the crap out of her.
“Yeah, yeah.” She entered, shocked to actually like his style. A dark blue wall brought focus to the king-size poster bed. “Well, that fits you. A big bed for your big ego.”
He chuckled. “Aren’t you cute?”
She blew out a breath. He wouldn’t even take the bait. So depressing. Maggie looked around, spotting a mahogany dresser and mirror facing the bed, an armoire, and a big leather chair in the corner, which would be a perfect spot for reading if the Neanderthal in front of her knew how to crack a book.
“Nice, huh?”
He seemed to be waiting for her approval.
“It suits you.”
He nodded. “It does. The present is over here.” He pointed to the nightstand.
She frowned. “You’re giving Shane’s mom furniture?”
“What? No, that box.”
She saw the small box, what looked like a jeweler’s box. A nice gift. Curious, she went to the stand and picked up the box. When she opened it, she saw a slender chain with two funny looking ends. Some kind of weird necklace, maybe?
Before she could ask him what it was, Mac wrapped his arms around her, hugging her into his aroused frame.
Shocked, because he’d been anything but sexually aware of her, or so it had seemed, she struggled.
“Now, now. You were a naughty sub, weren’t you? And yesterday, getting me all hot and bothered in the gym? Did you really think you wouldn’t get punished?”
Oh, God. He wants me.
Mac ground against her ass, and Maggie turned immediately wet. Joy infused her as Mac sucked hard on her neck, enough to leave a mark.
His next action stunned her. With
rough hands, he stripped her naked and shoved her onto her back on the bed. She froze, wondering what he’d do next. He tied her up to the posts, securing her enough that she couldn’t move. Splayed out like a human X, naked, vulnerable, and completely turned on.
“That’s pretty.” He cocked his head and studied her. “But not right, not yet.” He leaned down and sucked both her nipples, first the left, then the right, until they stood on end. “That’s better.” He grabbed the jewelry box from the nightstand and removed the chain.
Realization dawned, as did a fresh surge of excitement. “Nipple clamps? You lied to me about that present.”
He grunted. “No shit. You’re so easy.”
“Up yours.” The minute she said it, she knew she’d made a mistake. And she creamed like crazy.
His mean smile made her groan. “We’re going to have a lot of fun tonight, little sub.”
“But, Sir, I didn’t mean—”
“The hell you didn’t. You’ve been mouthing off and teasing me for days. You think I don’t know how much you need this?” He shoved a finger inside her, and she bucked into his touch. “How much you need me?”
He withdrew his finger and licked it. “Hmm. You taste hungry. You missed me, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.” She felt like sobbing. She’d missed the hell out of him despite trying to remain distant. To her dismay, his disinterest had hurt more than she might have imagined.
He took off his shirt but nothing else. His jeans had a familiar bulge, his long, thick cock trapped beneath the denim. She wanted to feel him inside her again, but more, she wanted him to order her around. To kneel, to crawl, to take him any and every way he wanted. She was such a freak.
“Why that look? Tell me what you’re thinking. Don’t lie to me.”
She blinked away useless tears. “I want to serve you, Sir. And that’s just not normal.”
The angry expression on his face softened. “No. That’s normal for people like us, Maggie. Tell me what you want me to do.”
“I… I want…”
“Tell me.” He stroked her breasts and belly, petting and caressing as he angled toward her mound. There he played with her labia, sliding his fingers perilously close to her clit but staying maddeningly distanced.
“Please, Sir.” She wriggled her hips, nearly undone. Tied up and helpless, her master touching her. She loved this. “I don’t want to tell you anything. I want you to tell me what to do. All of it. Punish me. Discipline me. Fuck me.” Love me.
“Ah, you need it bad, don’t you? Some hard fucking.” He pinched her clit, and she arched up into the blaze of desire, hovering on the brink of orgasm. Then he let her go. “Good girl. You don’t come unless I tell you to. Understand?”
She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” Mac leaned down to kiss her nipples again, but this time when he finished, he set one of the clamps on her.
The pain was explosive. She cried out even as her womb clenched. God, that turned her on. She’d never thought her nipples would be so sensitive. Mac set the other on her, and he praised her when she accepted it as well.
“That’s nice. Oh yeah.” He tugged on the slender gold chain holding the clips together. The pressure on her nipples hurt yet warmed, shocking a gasp out of her. “That pussy is so wet. You’re dripping on my sheets.”
She flushed, completely embarrassed.
Mac shook his head, his eyes so dark they looked black. He seemed like an avenging conqueror looming close, his broad chest and huge muscles a challenge to glance away from. “No discipline. It’s a good thing Master is here to help you, isn’t it, sub?” He unzipped his fly and pulled his thick cock out.
“Yes, Sir,” she moaned and licked her lips, wanting to suck him dry. He left only his cock exposed, so she couldn’t see his balls or anything but his shaft. That sexy tease made her hunger worse.
“Hmm. Where should I put this, I wonder?” He held himself for her, and she loved the sight of fluid at his tip. He wanted her just as much as she wanted him. “How about I slide between those tits?”
Mac knelt on the bed and leaned down. He pressed her breasts together and rubbed against the chain when he slid forward. She hissed at the drag on her nipples. He had to be in pain as well, because he grazed the chain against his sensitive flesh. But Mac’s breathing grew heavier as he slowly slid back and forth between her breasts.
“Do you like this?”
“Yes, Sir. Very much.”
“But I bet you’re like to suck my cock, wouldn’t you?” He thrust through her breasts and pushed at her lips, where he held fast.
She wanted to suck him in, but he hadn’t given her permission.
“Good girl. Very good.” He reached behind him and rubbed her slick clit. She opened her mouth on a gasp and he inched between her lips. “Tricky little sub. Get Master all excited with your big tits and your wet pussy. Why don’t you suck me?”
She moaned her assent and sucked his thick cockhead, wiping his slit with her tongue. He continued to play with her pussy while he pumped just the head of himself into her mouth, and the teasing drove her to distraction. She needed to come, but more, she wanted to please her master. Mac became her whole world as she centered her concentration on him.
“Oh, fuck. That’s so good.” He pushed more of himself into her, touching the roof of her mouth. “You make me forget myself. How much I have to spank you before fucking the brat out of you,” he whispered while shoving farther into her. He removed his fingers from between her legs and angled himself so that he could fuck her mouth. “Open wider, little sub.”
She did, and he pushed hard and fast to the back of her throat.
She choked while he held himself there. But her spasm left her, making it hard to breathe. The pleasure of holding him in her mouth transformed her discomfort into all consuming pleasure.
Mac withdrew and stared down at her, nodding. “That’s better. That’s the look I want to see on your face.”
She didn’t know what he meant but agreed anyway. “Yes, Sir.”
Mac climbed between her legs and stared down at her thighs. “You’re strong, such tone. You’re fucking hot as hell in tights. But naked?” He knelt down and put his mouth on level with her clit. “Time to see how sweet you taste.”
“Master,” she sobbed, needing to come.
He winked at her before sucking her clit into his mouth, and she moaned in ecstatic agony as she fought not to come. The touch of his tongue felt so good, the pain of denying her climax almost hurt.
“That’s nice.” He played with her folds, spreading her cream over her thighs and down, slicking her perineum toward her ass. “I want in here, to spread you wide. But we need more lube. Come for me. All over my tongue.” He licked her and sucked her clit hard, ramping her tension once more.
The painful pleasure overwhelmed her. He reached to tug the chain between her breasts and sucked harder while he pulled.
A rush of desire stole her breath, and Maggie screamed as she came harder than she ever had. The orgasm pulsed through her, robbing her breath, her will, her desire for anything other than Mac.
“God, you’re so fucking hot when you come.” Mac pulled up from between her legs and released the chain. He stripped out of the rest of his clothes and reached into his bedside drawer, where he withdrew a tube of lubricant. He smeared it over his engorged cock and watched her.
“Now, little sub. Time for the rest of your punishment.”
Chapter Eleven
Mac didn’t know how he’d lasted this long. Knowing how annoyed she’d been earlier had salved the ego she’d pricked days ago. So she thought he’d come too fast, had she? He’d taken his time getting back with her, stretching out the anticipation.
He’d wanted to laugh at her disappointment when he’d kissed her on the cheek. The little liar wore her emotions on her sleeve, and he knew she’d expected an assault on her senses. Only on my timetable, Maggie. You’re mine now, and it’s time to hammer that
home.
The dichotomy of the woman chained up under him and the termagant who refused to obey him at the gym pleased the hell out of him. Maggie didn’t have it in her to bow to him all the time. She liked tell him what to do and where to go, but she loved his mastery in bed. The perfect woman, as far as he was concerned.
And that worried him. He hadn’t liked her talking to Ian and Geo at the gym. He wanted nothing to come between him and Maggie. Not until he had a handle on his weird feelings.
Seeing her eyes glaze over as she gave herself fully to him was a thing of beauty, and he knew he’d never forget that. Her acceptance burned into his brain. Even now, limp and open, totally his for the taking, she challenged him to be more, to truly give her what she needed.
Mac knelt between her legs and angled her up to accept him. Her ass was tight, and he didn’t like hurting her. But she liked it. He’d seen her flinch and heard her sigh the last time. His little blond fairy liked the bite of pain. Hell, she’d soaked his sheets when he’d tugged on that chain.
Fuck if seeing her wearing it didn’t make him want to explode. He wanted to come on her tits, on her face. He wanted to watch himself jet onto her tongue and see her swallow him. So sexy, owning this woman’s pleasure. But he had to have her now. To reassert his position and make sure she knew her place.
“What’s your safeword, Maggie?” he growled as he rested his tip at her anus.
She moaned and closed her eyes, trying to seat him deeper.
“I asked you a question, sub. Open your fucking eyes.” He gripped her hips hard, putting his fingertips over the slight bruises left from their last time. Seeing those marks aroused him unbearably.
Maggie blinked up at him and smiled, and damn if his heart didn’t flip over in his chest and swan dive at her feet. “Yes, Master.”
“Your safeword.” He pushed the tip of himself inside her and caught a moan of his own. She parted her full lips and licked her bottom lip.
“Strawberry, Sir,” she whispered.
“You use it if you have to,” he reminded her as he pushed the rest of himself through her tight passage. “That’s it. Take me, girl. Take Master up that ass.”
