Zoë uncurled her fingers, drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. She wasn’t alone at the mercy of an abusive bully. She was here with her Master, who would keep her safe and cherish her always, and surrounded by friends who served as witnesses to the grace Dylan was helping her to nurture and explore.
Grounded once more, Zoë said calmly, “Thank you, Sir. I’m ready to continue.”
“Good girl. You please me.” The cane resumed its warming tap, stirring the blood flow beneath her skin and giving her time to acclimate to its stinging kiss. The cane was different than the engulfing, thuddy embrace of the flogger—its touch sharper and more defined—but the same dark flame whooshed to life deep in Zoë’s belly as the cane began its scourging dance in earnest.
Safe in the arms of the man she loved above all else, Zoë was able to let go of the last lingering remnants of fear. Dylan would keep her safe. Sir would give her the gift of erotic pain and pleasure she craved. As he always did, he would weave them together into pure, golden, heavenly sensation.
Strokes of fire ignited over her sweat-slicked skin. Instead of resisting them, she arched back into the heat. It hurt, oh fuck, it hurt! But that was okay. No, it was better than okay—it was essential. “More,” Zoë panted wantonly. “More, more, more!”
The cane whipped through the air, followed a fraction of a second later by the thwacking sound of rattan on flesh, and then the ragged, gasp of Zoë’s cries. Again and again the pattern was repeated, until the sounds blended together in discordant harmony.
And then slowly, sweetly, inexorably, the cacophony eased itself into a cool, rushing wind blowing Zoë’s hair back from her face and kissing away any trace of pain. Giving of herself completely, Zoë took to the heavens and soared…
~*~
Dylan watched the transformation with awe. He glanced back at Louis and Jill, who were watching them, eyes shining. Several other people had wandered into the small dungeon during the caning. The three who had been there when they’d entered had finished their scene and they, too, were watching, transfixed. The room was utterly silent, save for the swish of the cane and Zoë’s slow, deep breathing.
Dylan eased the intensity of the caning until he was only stroking her skin with the lightest kiss of rattan. Her head had fallen back. Her eyes were closed, lips softly parted, serenity and acceptance lighting her features as if a small flame burned from within.
Louis took the cane from Dylan’s hands as Dylan moved closer to Zoë. He ran his fingers lightly over her back and ass. Zoë’s flesh was beautifully marked with long, dark pink welts that would probably remain for a few hours before they faded away.
Crouching, he released her ankles and then stood, leaning gently into her as he released the wrist cuffs. Zoë fell heavily against him. She sighed the soft, deep sigh of someone whose feet had still not quite returned to earth. Dylan held her for several long moments, his heart aching with love and pride, his cock hard as steel.
He heard the soft click of the door behind him. Glancing back, he saw with surprise that the room was empty. A yellow cloth hanging from a corner of the room caught his eye. Dylan chuckled. Good old Louis.
~*~
Zoë gently disengaged from her lover’s arms. He let her go as she turned to face him. “What happened?” she asked, looking around the empty room. “Where did everyone go?”
“We’re being offered privacy.” Dylan pointed toward the corner, where a towel hung over the security camera. “It’s a courtesy long-standing Vault members extend to one another from time to time. No one is watching. No one will come in until we open that door.”
He took her in his arms and kissed her for a long time. When he finally let her go, he asked, “Do you trust me, sub girl?”
“With my life, Sir.”
“Show me. Turn around so your back is to me. Fall back into my arms.”
The Trust game—that first day in Dylan’s dungeon came back to Zoë. It was hard to believe how far she had come—how far they had come—in their D/s journey. Without hesitation, she did as he asked, certain beyond a doubt he would be there to catch her.
Strong arms encircled her as she fell back, and Dylan brought her around so she was facing him. “You please me, sub girl,” he said with a smile, though his eyes were hooded with lust. Dominant sensuality radiated from him like an aura.
Zoë’s body answered in kind, her nipples hardening to pebbles, her cunt moistening and swelling like unfurling flower petals. She fingered the row of perfect diamonds that studded her slave collar as she stared up at her Master.
The caning had been perfect—exceeding anything she could have imagined, and leaving her exhilarated and pulsing with desire. A shimmer of heat moved its way over her skin as Dylan regarded her with glittering eyes.
“Fuck me,” she whispered hoarsely, beyond caring if her request, or rather, her demand, was properly submissive.
Dylan’s gold-flecked eyes darkened to smoky amber and a soft, feral growl emanated from his throat. He spun with her in his arms and pinned her against the wall. Balancing her with one arm and the press of his body, he reached for his fly and yanked down the zipper of his black jeans. Shifting, he maneuvered until she felt the hard, perfect push of his shaft nudging its way between her legs.
There was no slow, sweet seduction. Dylan thrust into her soaked heat, his mouth covering hers and swallowing her moans. The hot welts on her back and ass made their presence felt against the cool plaster of the wall, the erotic pain perfectly balanced with the nearly unbearable pleasure of his pounding cock.
He pressed her close with every inch of his body. Their hearts slammed against each other and found the same beat. How had she ever lived without this man? He had become a part of her, wrapped around her both in fact and in spirit. He was in her very breath, in the pulse of her blood, in the fabric of her being.
As he moved and thrust inside her, his lips traced her throat and found her collarbone. He dragged fire across her flesh, taking her to the edge of a chasm, pushing her toward it. He captured the peak of her breast with his lips. She whimpered a desperate plea. His response was fierce, his teeth and tongue on her breast tender one moment, ruthless the next.
He moved with perfect friction inside her until she was crazed with lust, mad with passion and need. When he lifted his head to kiss her mouth, she bit his lips and entwined her tongue with his, hungry for all he could give her. His smell, his taste, his very essence flooded into her and they took the leap together into a powerful, crashing orgasm that caused Dylan to sink to his knees, Zoë still wrapped around him, her body trembling.
They half-sat, half-lay against the wall in a sticky tangle of limbs. Zoë drifted in an orgasm-induced twilight, content to stay there forever, as long as Dylan continued to hold her in his arms. She finally opened her eyes when he shifted against her. He was reaching awkwardly in the front pocket of his jeans, and he produced a small, velvet box.
He pulled back and Zoë let her arms fall away. She leaned against the wall, watching him as he opened the box. Inside was a diamond ring, square-cut with dark blue sapphires on either side. Zoë sucked in her breath. She looked from the ring to Dylan’s face. He was smiling, tears in his eyes. He took her left hand and held the band over her ring finger.
“Zoë Anne Stamos, I love you with all my heart. Will you marry me and be my sub girl forever?”
A laugh of pure joy bubbled its way past Zoë’s lips. “Yes, Dylan Henry Hart. Yes, Sir, I will.
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