“Good girl, staying put for your master. Hold your position for me.”
I dip my chin in response and listen as his feet pad across the warm slate floor. The sound dies away as he enters the living room. I’m not made to wait long. He returns inside of a minute with something that is gently clinking in his hand.
I glance back to see what it is as my heart beats like a jackhammer in my chest.
Whoa. Handcuffs.
My eyes go wide as he says, “Oh yeah, petal. I do love you restrained for me, girl.”
I’m unable to control the needy pulsing that rages within my core. Everything that we do together is so right. If someone would have bet me a month ago that I would like being handcuffed during sex I would have laughed my head off. But now, with Judge, it’s so hot, so undeniably luscious.
He crouches down behind me onto the dense rug and commands, “Lean down and place your left cheek onto the fur.” I quickly comply. “Good. Now pull your wrists back to rest above your sweet, whipped red ass.”
Allowing my shoulders to hold my weight, I do as he asks.
“That’s right. Excellent, petal. I’m going to cuff you now, sugar.”
Mmm … I crave his dark play. My body begins to quiver with excitement as the cool metal of the cuffs snick closed, rendering me helpless for his depraved use.
“Goddamn, girl, you look so fucking irresistible that my control is stretched as tight as a zip line. I bet that greedy little cunt of yours is drenched as well. Should I check?”
I wiggle my ass back and forth, teasing him.
“Oooh!” A harsh, cracking slap hits my bottom, raising sparks of pain. “You know better than to misbehave, girl.”
“Y-yes, Sir,” I whisper.
My stinging cheeks are pulled apart and my teeth sink into my lip in total embarrassment.
The hot swipe of a tongue passes over my tender little ass and I gasp out loud. Ignoring my reaction, he continues on with his quest to plunder my ass ring with that oh-so-wet tip. Sweat breaks out on my forehead and I groan as the throbbing mounts. My body is longing for release. I know that I can’t beg. He would only stop and punish me.
When I’m slippery wet, Judge slowly allows the tip of his index finger to rest at the little pink entrance to my ass. In a deep tone I’m told, “I know how much you’ve come to love this, baby. I’ll be generous and allow you to bump back onto my finger, petal. Show me the rhythm you like.”
My cheeks heat in embarrassment as I look back to meet his serious yet lusty gaze. I can’t bear it, the need to come is too strong. I slowly begin a rocking motion on my knees as his index finger glides in and out of my tight back passage. Soft moans cut through the warm air and I’m vaguely aware that I’m making the sounds, which blend with his raspy breath. He has such control. How in the hell does he do it?
A tight voice says, “Fucking hell, Valla, you’re unbelievable. The best I’ve ever had, my little beauty.”
The compliment makes me proud.
“I can’t wait any longer. You’re testing my limits, girl. Spread your knees out wider.” I wiggle them out farther while still rocking, needing his finger inside me. “Yeah, that’s so it. Take a deep breath, sweetheart, because this is gonna be a rough fucking ride.”
“Judge!” I cry out in pleasure as he pulls his finger out, only to replace it with his thumb right before his wide shaft slams into my dripping pussy with one forceful shove. I begin to shake, instantly pushed to the precipice of orgasm. I widen my knees to take everything he has to offer. All my nerve endings are on overload. A rough growl erupts from his throat as he starts to move, quickly increasing the punishing rhythm to a savage tempo.
“Give it up now, girl. Let me hear you scream it loud for me!” His shout sets my neck hairs on end with its violent undertones.
The thumb in my ass is removed and just as he reaches forward to flick once over my engorged clit I explode beneath him, writhing and crying out in absolute bliss. My body shudders violently as the strong waves of my orgasm undulate through my pussy. With one palm he grips my hip tightly and doesn’t miss a beat as his brutal thrusts intensify, his tight stomach and hips slapping hard against my sore, round ass cheeks. In a daze of ecstasy I hear his pained moan of pleasure cut through the bedroom. His shaft jerks twice, hot cum pouring forth as he remains buried inside me.
We both collapse simultaneously onto our sides, facing the warmth of the fire. Relaxed after our mind-bending encounter, neither of us speaks. We are content to listen to each other’s strained breathing.
I’m uncertain of how much time has passed, but it must have been a while, because the logs are now reduced to red coals. He sits up behind me and begins to undo my cuffs. Just as they are slipped from my wrists I tell him quietly, “I’ve made my decision. I want to stay here with you, Judge. I want to be your submissive.”
He turns me over gently to face him as his mouth hovers an inch from mine. “That makes me happy, petal, because I would have had a hell of a time letting you go.”
Chapter Twelve
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Rigid Rules
After a divine afternoon meal of grilled salmon and sautéed vegetables accompanied by another delectable red wine, we’ve decided to play a game of strip Monopoly in front of the roaring living room fire. Apparently Mr. Brocan Judge is a real estate mogul because he holds the majority of the properties along with most of my clothing! Ugh, utterly and completely frustrating. However, being the tenacious vixen that I am, I still have a lot of fight left in me.
I throw out in a sassy tone, “May I at least have a throw blanket or something?” Sitting in only my panties while literally losing my shirt in Monopoly is a bit embarrassing.
He gives a short chuckle. “And ruin the view I’ve worked so hard to win? I think not, pretty petal.”
I tighten my eyes and he breaks into a full-blown, hearty laugh. Cocky, hot man!
“C’mere, petal, I have a brilliant idea. Let’s both get stark naked and take in the view from the hot tub. How does that sound?”
“Better. It’s safe to say you smoked me at the game. Congratulations.”
I tilt my head to savor the sight of him as he undresses.
Bending to tug his jeans off each foot, he glances up at me. “You put up a hell of a fight though, petal.”
That naughty grin of his is my undoing.
“Let me just refill our wine and we’ll be on our way.” As he crosses to the kitchen, I admire both his sculpted, bare ass and the artwork on his walls. There are only three pieces, and each has been given its own wall. They are all large landscape oils that appear to have been created by the same artist. One is a mountain scene and the other two are done from the perspective of the rocky cliffs overlooking the ocean. All three are highly abstracted, with the dominant color being a stunning shade of bright turquoise used for either the sky or water, depending on the piece. Intense black paint was used to paint the land in the forefront. They are unique and uncommonly beautiful.
Judge has returned, holding two glasses of red wine.
“Who is this artist?” I nod in the direction of my favorite, a mesmerizing ocean scene.
“His name is Dean Corbett. He’s a native. Paints not too far from here, actually. What do you think?”
“I adore it. His placement is impeccable. I’m unfamiliar with his work, though. Do you know him?”
“Hell, yeah, had a pint with him at one of his recent shows. Top bloke. He’s an excellent artist, in my opinion. I plan on buying a few more pieces for my office. Maybe you can help me pick them out?”
“Yes, I’d love that. I’ll have to check out more of his pieces online.”
“Bit later, petal. There is a seat with a view in the hot tub with your name on it. Move it now, girl.”
I laugh as he lands a firm swat on my sensitive ass, urging me along. He opens the door to the deck and we quickly make our way to the steaming water. “I hope that seat happens to be on your sexy lap, Judge.”
“You know it. C’mere, baby.”
I do just that and melt blissfully into his strong, toned arms.
As wide snowflakes begin to fall from the sky, he says in a serious voice, “Need to get this crazed situation well sorted, and soon, petal.”
I shift around to stare into his face. “You mean the police?”
He stares off into the distance. “Yeah. I flicked on the telly while you were out cold the other night. There’s a massive manhunt going on right now for you, Valla.”
Of course there is …. Damn!
“Oh, shit. What do you suggest we do about it? I need to get word to my group. It’s unfair that they should be left worrying about me. Guy and Mick are first rate guys, and I’m sure they feel responsible. It’s bound to make their business look bad, if they’re losing tourists.”
“Tane offered to take the heat for me, but I’m not gonna let that happen. I think I should come forward and say that I kidnapped you. After all, I have been holding you here at my home, Valla. Nobody would understand if we explained what transpired. I should just come clean and face the music.”
“No. No, you can’t do that, Judge. It will mess your life up beyond all reason. You’ll undoubtedly go to jail and probably lose your business in the process. No, there has to be another solution.”
I fall silent, trying to come up with something remotely plausible.
An idea comes to mind. “Wait, why don’t you drop me in some nearby town and I’ll walk into the police station and say that I escaped from a whack job abductor. Give me a bit of time and I’m certain I can come up with a convincing story. You can help with the believability factor. What choice would they have other than to believe me? Then you and your friend could stay out of it completely. All right?”
He can tell that I’m frightened of what could happen to him. He strokes my upper arms reassuringly and kisses my hair.
“Everything will get sorted out, petal. Don’t worry your pretty head about it, girl. Now tell me, what do you want after this mess is cleared up? How do you see your life with me? I assume you still want what’s between us. Am I right?”
I lean my head down to rest against his chest. Running my index finger across his shoulder, I answer quietly, “Yes. I want us to have a chance. To have a life together, not only as Dom and sub, but more ….”
His fingers on my chin tilt my face up so that my eyes meet his. Those cobalt eyes dance with fire as he says, “That’s what I want, Valla. Stay with me, be mine. I’ll take care of you, baby. Nothing will ever harm you. And rest assured, we’ll be equals. I live here when I have downtime but I also have a home about an hour south of here, near one of the mines. We can split our time between both, if that suits you?”
My heart fills with an unnamed emotion as I wrap my fingers around his warm wrist. “That sounds perfect, Judge.”
He smiles, flashing those meticulous teeth, and adds, “If you want to keep yourself busy and work, fine by me. I can call up a few mates in the art world and have you sorted with a choice position in no time, all right?”
“I like to keep active, so I’ll have to take you up on that. What about a work visa?”
His glistening face lowers, and he whispers against my ear, “You let me worry about the details, petal. Now, I’m ready to take you in this hot tub. Swing that long leg on over and straddle me, girl.”
The husky drop in his voice has an immediate, intense effect: my nipples harden, my heart rate escalates, and between my legs, my core throbs to life. Oh yeah, I’m one lucky woman.
Knowing that any hesitation can and will cost me dearly, I scramble to position and reply, “Yes, Sir.”
Not certain if he wants me to come down onto him just yet, I kneel on the seat in the heavenly water, legs spread wide and hovering just above his swollen, eager cock. I await further instructions and pray that he won’t tease me too much. I’m already fighting the urge to slam down onto his perfect length. Please, let me find some self-control here ….
His wide palms span my waist right at the base of my ribs and, ever so slowly, he brings me down onto him, inch by inch, in a steady, methodical rhythm. In this prone position I can’t help but feel utterly taken, having given myself over to Judge.
Soon he’s seated so deeply that I shift my weight from side to side in an effort to adjust to his excessive width. I catch those watchful eyes narrow a second before my right bud is pinched to the point of cruelty.
“Ow!”
Ignoring my cry, he asks, “Did I tell you to move yet, girl?”
“N-no, Sir. You didn’t.”
His thumb and index finger remain clamped on my nipple. I breathe in measured, steady pulls to quell the pointed pain.
“Then why did you, hmm?”
“I, Sir … I was only trying to adjust to you. Because you’re very, well, you’re so huge inside me, Sir.” My face turns crimson and I turn away in embarrassment.
The chilling control in his voice stuns me as he whispers, “Don’t you look away from me.”
Instantly, my face swings back to his. The helpless feeling of being both impaled and contained is shocking.
“I set the rules and you follow them, petal. Don’t forget it, little sub.”
“Of course. I’m sorry, Sir.”
“That’s better.”
My tortured bud is released and I moan in relief.
“Put your arms around my neck and do not let go. I’m going to fuck that silky pussy of yours until you can’t think of disobeying me again. Hold on, petal; you’re in for a rough ride.”
I whimper as his wide hands lock down onto my hips and he launches into a brutal, punishing pace.
“Oh … ah, God! Yes! Sir!”
Those ripped biceps are so strong. I watch, mesmerized, as they flex and strain. He wrenches me up and down his impossible length, filling my so deeply that I can’t believe I’ve ever lived without this monumental pleasure.
A steady, constant sound like a warning growl emanates from his glistening chest as he continues his rampant assault on my body. Warm water sloshes around us and suddenly he hits the perfect angle and I scream out. The rushing orgasm is so shattering that I can only allow it to take over as I clench around the perfect cock that wrought it out of me. I’m in a free-fall of bliss, heavenly … unreal.
His harsh voice grinds out through clenched teeth, “So. Fucking. Perfect. Fuck. Love that cunt. Fuck, Valla!” I watch his features tighten as he comes hard within my pussy. His face is a magnificent mask of unfettered lust.
His head pitches forward to nuzzle against my wet chest as we hold each other tightly, both struggling to calm our rapid breathing.
Long moments pass before he places both palms on either side of my face, gently lowering it to within inches of his.
“Thank you, Valla.”
I whisper, “For what, Sir?”
“For filling the dark hole in my lonely heart.”
My eyes fill with tears that quickly begin to flow down my face, mingling with the droplets of perspiration and water.
“Judge, oh, Judge. I— I feel the same about you.” I pull him forward the last few remaining inches. Our lips press together in an all-consuming kiss that soon turns hungry and aggressive. I follow his lead as he hardens within me and, without asking, turns me around so my palms are gripping the side of the hot tub. He takes what he wants once again.
Chapter Thirteen
***
Release
I wake up early the next morning, unable to sleep any longer, and find Judge cooking breakfast in the kitchen. As I sit down at the bar, dressed only in one of his oversized shirts, he places a plate of scrambled eggs and crispy, fried potatoes in front of me.
“Sleep okay, petal?” he asks as he sits down on the stool beside me.
“Yes. Your bed is so soft it’s hard to get up.” I take a bite of the yummy, fluffy eggs before asking, “Are we going to talk to the police today? Probably better to get it over with as soon as possible.�
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Judge gives me a guarded look. “Thought maybe we could do that tomorrow. Give us a little time to get our story straight.”
I bite back my answer, instead placing more eggs in my mouth. We eat in tense silence as I ponder what must be happening—all the people looking for me. Surely he realizes how serious this is?
After a few minutes, I change the subject. “Would you happen to have something, anything really, that I could wear to work out in?”
I watch Judge lean his elbow onto the granite bar and cock an eyebrow. “Fuck me! I must not be doing a good job of wearing you out, my sweet. You seriously wanna hit the gym after that hot as balls session last night?”
My lips twitch, threatening to break into a full smile. How can he be so smoldering hot, dressed casually in a pair of worn jeans and a charcoal gray sweater? “Yeah, I need to release some of this extra energy.”
Looking a bit disappointed, he casts his eyes toward the window.
“Hey, are you kidding? The sex we’ve had has been unreal. I mean never, ever could I have imagined it could be this deep, this emotional between a man and a woman. I never knew because I wasn’t aware that someone of your magnitude existed in the world. The exercise isn’t for fitness, Judge, it’s to throw off all this mental stress that I have going on. Also, I’m not used to being indoors this much. Remember, I’m from a town where the average temperature is a warm seventy-five degrees. We do everything outside. C’mon downstairs and keep me company.”
My explanation seems to ease his doubts because he slides off the stool and moves in close, stopping just inches from me. His broad, muscled chest nearly brushes up against mine as he says, “Think I’m starting to come around to this idea, watchin’ your fine ass move on one of my machines, gettin’ all hot and sweaty. Mmm, fuck, think I’ll have to join you. Work out a bit of energy myself, and after ….”
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