Curvaceous Heart

by Terri Pray

  “If I was a switch I wouldn’t be ashamed of saying so.”

  “You’re weak. I know what Bill used to say to you, and you’d let him walk all over you.”

  “Yes, for a time I did. Then I stood up to him. He didn’t know what to do then. You see, like most bullies, he was and still is a coward. Just as you are.

  “Haven’t you learned anything about this lifestyle, Victoria?” She almost felt sorry for the other woman. She wasn’t a dominant, but rather a bully, alone and afraid of the world around her. How often had she seen men and women like this? People who had to lash out, control, use acts of cowardice and cruelty to get their own way? Hadn’t she fallen victim to men just like Victoria on more than one occasion?

  “A dominant is just that, a dominant. They don’t make bargains, or ask their toys to do something.” Victoria’s jaw set.

  Sue shook her head, her anger seeping away. “No, they use what is appropriate to the situation within the limits of their submissive.”

  “The only limits that matter are those of the Mistress. Submissives are there to obey, to please. What they want doesn’t matter.” Victoria’s eyes glittered, her hands clenched into fists at her sides.

  “You’re confusing D/s with abuse. And if that is truly what you believe being a dominant is then you’ll quickly find yourself in prison for assault. Alan and I have a long way to go in this lifestyle, a lot to learn about each other, but the one thing I know now is I’d walk away from him in a heartbeat if I crossed that line into abuse.”

  “A submissive wants a strong Mistress, someone they know will take charge of the situation, not a weak-willed little bitch like you. Alan needs me. He knows that. He’s just too afraid to make the right choice.”

  “Do you believe that, Victoria? Do you truly believe that?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then there’s a simple answer, isn’t there. We give Alan a free choice.”

  “Do you really think I’d fall for that? He knows it’s not a free choice, he’s wearing your collar -- bracelet.”

  Sue held out her hand to Alan. “Alan, I need you to give me the bracelet back.”

  “But…” Alan began.

  “No, give it back to me, Alan. It’s important you have free choice, fully free choice in this.” She closed her fingers on the bracelet as he placed it in her hand. Her heart sank into the pit of her stomach as she held the silver links tightly. No, she had to keep her emotions under control in case Victoria accused her of using them to manipulate Alan.

  “You’re a fool.”

  “Perhaps, but I prefer to give him a true choice.” Sue took a deep breath and looked at Alan. “No matter who you decide to be with I want you to know that I will support your decision. If you want to kneel at Victoria’s feet I’ll be the first to congratulate her and wish you joy in your new life.”

  Oh, it hurt to say that. Each word stabbed into her heart like a rusty knife.

  Alan didn’t move.

  “Alan, darling. You know which of us is the right choice for you,” Victoria purred, turning to face him fully.

  Sue stood her ground, though her heart threatened to sink into the depths and never return. It didn’t matter that she knew Alan loved her; right now all she could see was the beautiful body of a woman who knew that she could attract the attention of any man she wanted with little more than a twitch of her hips.

  Victoria was everything a man could want. Young, attractive, and wealthy, and that was what men needed in a woman. Not a woman who was middle-aged, overweight, and worked as what, a secretary? What did he see in her to begin with?

  Sweat coated Sue’s palms as she stood there waiting, and still Alan didn’t move.

  “Come now, it’s not as if it’s a difficult decision, is it? She has nothing to offer you. At least I will be accepted by your friends and family.” Victoria glanced towards Margaret and then laughed, shaking her head. “Well, your friends at least. What good would you gain by keeping that little bitch in your life? She has nothing to offer you, she doesn’t even know how to feed that needful fire you’ve finally admitted burns in your heart.”

  “There’s no choice to make.” Alan glanced towards Sue then turned the full force of his attention on Victoria. “I’ve known for a long time that the type of woman that I want in my life, the type of woman I need, possesses a rare strength. That she goes after what she wants, despite the knowledge that others might ridicule her for it. Women -- no, not just women, but people with that level of courage are all too rare.”

  Sue closed her eyes, struggling to keep her fears under control. He wasn’t going to chose her. Why would he? He was right, that type of courage was rare and she barely had the courage to look into the mirror some days. How could she have ever thought she would be enough for him?

  She’d told him he was free to make his own choice and even though it was about to bite her in the arse she had to follow through with those words.

  “Ma’am, will you have me in your life, at your feet?”

  Her heart skipped a beat even as she opened her eyes.

  Alan.

  He knelt at her feet, looking up at her.

  Her mouth dried out as she wiped her hands on her dress.

  “Alan, you have no idea the mistake you’ve just made.”

  “Oh shut up, Victoria. You still haven’t learned, have you, even after all these years. You can’t force someone into doing something they truly don’t want to do. And my son has made his choice. He wants Sue. I suggest you learn to live with it.” Margaret’s cool voice cut through the room.

  “Though not for too long. I plan on pressing charges against you for your part in the blogger ring.” Neil spoke quietly, but his voice never wavered. “My apologies, Margaret, I know you told me to keep out of this for now, but it is a business matter as well.”

  “Understood.”

  Sue didn’t move as she stood there, looking down at Alan still kneeling at her feet. The others faded into the background even though a part of her registered that Victoria had somehow been involved with Bill and Charlie.

  “Ma’am, will you have me? I know it’s a lot to ask but I want to be with you. I need you in a way I never knew was possible. All I ask if that you accept me for everything that I am, the good and the bad, and give me a chance to be at your feet, in your life, and in your heart.”

  She tried to force her mouth to work but all she could do was nod. Tears clogged her throat, stinging in her eyes as she grasped his hands and half pulled him to his feet. The small, nagging voice of doubt she had lived with throughout her life now whispered at the back of her mind that there was something wrong with him kneeling at her feet in front of his parents, but she no longer cared.

  She had Alan.

  Nothing else mattered.

  Epilogue

  Alan shuddered under her lips, his limbs outstretched on the bed, bound by scarves. His hips raised towards her, a low groan filling the air. Sweat coated his skin even as she shifted over his body, teasing the head of his cock with her slick lower lips.

  Her breath burned in the back of her throat, hunger rippling through her belly and into her thighs as she danced slowly across his throbbing shaft, never quite letting him slide into her body. She ruled here, owned him, controlled him, and only she would set the pace.

  He strained against the soft restraints, his hands clenched, jaw set. It wouldn’t have taken much effort to pull free, just a few sharp tugs, or a single word and he would have been able to wrap his arms about her body and turn the tables on her.

  But he didn’t.

  He wouldn’t.

  This is what they wanted, needed, and craved.

  Victoria. His parents. The business. None of it mattered right now. There would be other days to deal with the fallout from the party.

  Here. Now. This bed. His cock. Her control. That’s all that mattered.

  Slick heat coated her sex. Her clit throbbed and she eased one hand down over her belly, easing her lo
wer lips apart to brush her thumb over the heated little nub of flesh. His eyes lit up, the tip of his tongue traced his lips, wetting them softly.

  “Please, Ma’am.” He moaned, lifting his hips higher off the bed, desperate to find a way to bury his cock into her tight, heated walls. “I need you.”

  “Who do you belong to?” She leaned forward, pressing her cream-coated fingers against his lips, sliding them in until he tasted her heat, suckling on them until she pulled them free once more.

  “You, only you.”

  She cried out, lifting her hips for a moment before she thrust down onto his rigid cock, claiming it, drawing it deeply into her body as she rocked. Her sex rippled, holding him, releasing only to clamp tightly around his shaft once more.

  His thighs tensed, heels digging into the bedding, his body arched as she shuddered atop of him.

  “Wait.” She groaned.

  He whimpered, struggling to keep control of his hungry body. Each deep lunge of her hips pushed him higher and still he held on, begging with his eyes, the strain playing openly across his naked form.

  “Wait,” she whispered, cupping her breasts, lifting them, pinching lightly at her own swollen nipples. The coral tips ached for his touch, his lips, those soft nibbling kisses she knew he could bestow when given the chance. She sucked in on her bottom lip, trying to find a moment of focus even as her control threatened to struggle free.

  “Please.”

  She shook her head, her hips now still, but her inner walls were another matter. They tightened, massaging the length of his cock, milking him.

  “Mistress!”

  Pleasure rippled through her core, claiming her body, mind, and soul as she screamed out. “Now!”

  Heat. His. Hers. It didn’t matter. Pleasure ruled the moment. She rested her hands against his chest, her nails digging into his taut flesh and still her hips danced, demanding one more cry, one last shudder of pleasure until she was left lying atop of him, his cock still buried between her thighs.

  “Mine,” she whispered against his neck.

  Others would have wanted soft words of love, whispered promises, but for him that one word was enough. And for her…

  “Yes, Mistress.” His breath tickled her ear.

  Sue smiled, rocking her hips one last time as he groaned in pleasure and horror combined. Did he fear that she would sit back up and tease his still-hard cock, force another wave of pleasure through his body? Or did he just hope she would push him to the edge one more time?

  She sat up, trailing her fingertips down his chest as he shuddered, his eyes glazed, lips parted as he sucked in ragged breaths. A wicked smile claimed her lips even as her hips began their slow dance once more.

  Yes, Mistress.

  What else did she need to hear?

  Terri Pray

  Terri Pray is a stay-at-home wife and mother currently living in Iowa with her second husband. She was born in England, only moving to the States in 1999. They have two children together and share a love of writing and role-playing that brought them together via the Internet. Together they not only run a chat site, Dark Fantasy Chat, but also work in the RPG industry. Terri can often be seen at such conventions as ValleyCon, Gen Con, and Origins at the Final Sword Production booth.

  Visit Terri on the Web at www.terripray.com.