“I can smell your desire this morning. Pinch your nipples for me.”
Instantly obeying, she held both hard buds between her thumbs and forefingers, pinching and twisting both until a slice of pain swept through her system. “Mmm…”
“Are you wet for me?” Giving her no time to answer he swirled the tip of his finger around her clit as he studied her face and then pressed three fingers deep inside her pussy.
“Oh!” Tossing her head back Jezebel panted, her leg quaking. She spread her legs in a blatant offering and closed her eyes. “Yes, Sir.”
“Very wet and very tight.” As he continued to thrust his fingers inside, flexing them both open, he wrapped his other arm around her waist and eased her back into an arc. Lowering his head he pushed her hand away with his chin and engulfed her nipple, sucking on the tender tip.
Lying limp in his arms, she continued to squeeze her breast, her body hungry for so much more.
He grunted as he bit down, pulling the tender flesh into his mouth before moving to her other breast, dragging his tongue in between her fingers before nipping her nipple.
“God.” Her voice barely audible she wriggled in his arms as she opened her eyes.
Breathing a swath of hot air across her skin he chuckled darkly and then eased back, pulling her into a standing position. Removing his fingers, he held them in front of her face before taking the tip of his tongue and licking all the way down and back up. “Very tasty.”
Right now she was so turned on she could barely think clearly. A single bead of perspiration trickled down the side of her face. Her mouth suddenly dry, she reached out, stroking his cock. “May I suck you?”
“Tempting, but I need to be inside of you.” Luke brushed his lips across hers before inching back and grabbing a kitchen chair. Jerking the wood across the floor he yanked off his shirt and sat down. “Come ride me.”
A smile curling in the corner of her mouth, Jezebel closed the distance and leaned over, fumbling to unzip his pants, her collar jingling from the effort. When his shaft was free, throbbing in her hand, she purred and gave him a heated look. There were days she simply spent hours sucking his cock. He often instructed her to pleasure him while he watched a game, content to have her lick him throughout, refusing to cum until the last few seconds of the fourth quarter and even then the majority of the time he pulled her into his lap, impaling her pussy or ass instead. She loved the taste of his sweet cream and there were times her punishment was his refusal to allow her to have any. Those moments of discipline she loathed.
“You’re teasing me again. Do I need to place you over my knee to remind you of your place?”
“No, Sir.” She couldn’t tell by the look on his face whether or not he was teasing. Hesitating for a second she finally dragged the tip of her nail back and forth across his slit several times and darted a glance in his direction.
“I can tell that I do.” Yanking her down and across his lap Luke growled as he rubbed her ass and placed his arm across her back, holding her down.
Crack! Pop!
“Sir!” Struggling in his hold, the slaps weren’t harsh but the sting certainly had the required effect.
“I told you no teasing. Didn’t I?”
Slap! Crack! Crack!
“Yes, Sir.” As the slaps continued from one to the other cheek, Jezebel fell into the rhythm of the spanking. She knew the differences and this moment of punishment was one more for pleasure than true discipline and yet she knew when to obey without question. There was something off about his actions this morning, something distant.
“Such a willful girl,” Luke breathed as he continued for several minutes. When he stopped he rubbed both ass cheeks before brushing his fingers up and down her spine and then down the crack of her ass. “And yet you can be so very good.”
The second his fingers slipped inside her asshole she shuddered and lay limp in his arms, beads of her pussy juice oozing onto his jeans. Her heart racing, she clawed the floor simply from frustration. He was trying to drive her insane. Between the sting of her spanking and the feel of his fingers buried deep inside her dark hole, she had to fight hard not to cum. “Oh God. Oh…”
“Yes. I’m going to finish taking your sweet ass.” Lifting her off his lap, he pulled her down backwards, forcing her legs to straddle his. Holding her aloft, he skimmed the tip of his cock up and down the length of her pussy.
Now who was teasing? Daring not to say a word, Jessie shivered as she reached back and rested her hands on the sides of his legs, waiting like a hungry teenager.
Thrusting her down hard, he impaled her with one hard drive, the force pushing a grunt past his lips. “Yes. Tight, hot and wet. My kitty Kat.”
“Yes!” Unable to keep from screaming, the impact sent a series of jolts coursing through her and straight into her cunt. Sweet Jesus the man was as hard as he’d been in a long time and she could cum easily. Shit. You can’t cum, not until he gives you permission. Trembling all over, she tossed her head back and wiggled on his lap, the moving pushing his cock deeper inside.
Gripping her hips, he moved her up and down on the entire length of his shaft as he pressed kisses across her back and shoulders. “You belong to me. Say it.”
“I belong to you. Forever.”
“You are mine and no one else’s. Tell me.” His voice filling with a husky angst, he held her in place as he nipped her shoulder and then dragged his tongue from across the back of her neck, pushing her hair aside. Taking a single finger he traced the edge of the collar as if reminding her that she belonged to him.
“I belong to you and hunger for you every day, every night. I want to give you so much.” There was something in his voice this morning, a powerful demeanor as if he needed ever more of her.
“You will do anything I ask.”
While the words weren’t a question she nodded, hoping he knew she would. “Anything.”
“Good. Now ride me,” he instructed as he leaned back in his chair.
Taking over, Jezebel began moving up and down on him, allowing her strong thigh and calf muscles to aid in her control. Hearing his grunts and moans only fueled her further and with each hard plunge she constricted her pussy muscles, clamping tightly around his shaft. “Mmmm…”
“God! You’ve been practicing.” He rubbed her arms, digging his nails into her tender skin.
“Yes, Sir.” Up and down she rode him hard, the sound of the creaking chair making her smile. Harder and faster she went as beads of sweat raced into her eyes and mouth. Licking them off her lips she panted, her legs ready to give out. Her Sir could hold back for hours if he wanted and this morning she wasn’t sure she could match his stamina.
“So tight. My balls are swollen, baby, filling with seed. I need to cum.”
“God yes. Please… Please cum inside of me.” Jezebel squeezed around his shaft again, holding still as he throbbed inside of her.
“Fuck!” Gripping her hips tightly, he pulled her up until just the tip was inside. “I can’t wait any longer.” Shifting in his seat, he pulled out his cock and pressed the cockhead into her ass.
Sucking in her breath she panted and closed her eyes. The instant he thrust his dick deep into her dark hole she screamed out. Pain and pleasure instantly washed through every pore in her body and as she blinked furiously, trying to focus on something, anything, a tear slipped from the corner of her eye. Raw emotions filled her completely. This was so precious and she wasn’t sure why she’d questioned anything. “I love you.”
Growling, Luke held her tightly as he erupted inside and leaned his head against her back. “I love you more than I can ever tell you.”
Hearing suck love in every word she sighed in contentment and leaned against him. This was the most amazing life and her Sir was the very man of her dreams. “You’re my everything and my heart.”
“I know, Jezebel. I know.”
FROM THE BROKEN DREAMS AND INTO FOREVER
Frustration, Pain, Sadness
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sp; She had felt all those things
From the broken dreams
And shattered thoughts
Of a life that would never be
The taker
Disillusionment, Anger, Rage
She had known all those moments
From the scattered whispers
And ugly ramblings
Of a heartless soul that would forever be
The nightmare
Enlightenment, Flashes, Longing
She had wondered during the fights
From her childhood wants
And memorized mantras
Of a perfect knight that would always be
The savior
Realization, Knowing, Respecting
She had hungered for something sparkling
From the moment she understood
And anticipated longing
Of a man that held his head high
The lover
Scintillation, Wanting, Need
She had prayed for something real
From the instant she understood
And decided forever
Of a love that altered time
The fairytale
Forgiveness, Patience, Love
She had realized that he was the one
From the touch of his hand
And wondrous belonging
Of a forever that would always be
The ending
And a new beginning.
On Becoming His…
The End
BONUS SECTION – EXCERPT FROM THE UPCOMING BOOKON BECOMING HIS – LESSONS LEARNED
Cassandre Dayne and Benjamin Russell
SYNOPSIS
Jezebel Waters and Luke Brennan entered into a D/s life together, exploring and learning the sacred concepts of trust, love, understanding, willingness to please, submission and utter devotion. The journey was ongoing and in her mind she’d truly embraced every aspect, including control -- his control. Luke was a strict disciplinarian but also a passionate mate, who gave her his entire heart and soul. In turn, she was required to give him every aspect of herself, no matter what he asked. There were challenges along the way and while Jessie was committed to obeying, she was after all, willful.
During one moment of weakness, her devotion to him was challenged and in turn Luke was forced to issue the ultimate in punishments. Join a flash fiction read telling the tears and frustrations both Luke and Jessie share as she begins to regain his trust and his confidence in her understanding of his needs.
Share the story of Jessie and Luke as they continue on an emotional journey together. For Jessie she must delve deep into her psyche, not only beginning to understand her willingness to become Luke’s in every way, but also to comprehend exactly what the new beginning would entail -- trust and control. For Luke, he must learn to accept his need to have devotion and obedience while continuing to learn patience in understanding her needs as she struggle to embrace every aspect of the lifestyle.
On Becoming His, the first in the trilogy series, introduces you to Jessie and Luke. On Becoming Her Sir will further delve into their exploration of the lifestyle and the challenges they both must face, both personally and together as a couple. Can they survive what few know to be one of the most committed and very powerful relationships? Only their continued journey will tell…
The journey will never end. It is only the beginning…
ON BECOMING HIS – LESSONS LEARNED
Chapter One
Devotion. The one word Jezebel Waters kept hearing play over and over in her mind. Luke Brennan, her lover, her friend and the man who owned her, needed for her to not only understand the meaning, but also fulfill what he considered her obligation. Even after the months they’d shared in what they both called their journey into a D/s lifestyle, she remained a bit uncertain about what he was talking about. There was no doubt in her mind that she loved him, craved him and longed to obey him, but devotion was indeed a complete package. Devotion included giving all of herself to him body and soul without question, which we felt she already had, and the concept meant above all things making him completely happy and sated – and not just with sex either.
She grumbled to herself as she folded the laundry. Luke was a powerful man in every aspect. From his prowess in the bedroom to the way his dark eyes flashed in disappointment. “Whew.” The man took the words strong, controlling and all knowing out for a spin and then some. Fanning her face, she couldn’t help but stop her tedious tasks for just a moment and think about all the reasons she adored the man. From his perfect chocolate laced skin to his dashing midnight eyes, the pouty lips meant for kissing and his long legs. Mmm… was the only way to describe him. Oh and then there was his long, thick cock. He was the most incredible lover she’d ever had in her life.
Exhaling slowly, Jessie returned to her tasks at hand and then glanced at her watch. Somehow she couldn’t get him out of her mind, or the passion they’d shared the night before. There had never been another man who could take her to such heights of extraordinary pleasure. She was hot and wet all over and damn she was horny as hell. When the laundry was folded, she forced another full load into the washing machine, flipped on the switch and checked her watch. Dear God he wasn’t going to be home for hours – long hours.
She licked her lips and glanced out the window into the bright sunshine. Being just a touch naughty wouldn’t hurt, would it? Luke had never forbidden her to pleasure herself. Sir appreciated the way her body was almost desperately hungry for his all the time. Stealing a glance over her shoulder, she slipped her hand into the bodice of her tight summer dress and closed her eyes. As she cupped her breast she moaned slightly and imagined his massive hand caressing, fondling.
Swallowing hard, Jessie flicked her finger back and forth across her nipple and the moment the bud became hard, sensitive to her touch, her legs began to quake. She planted her feet wide apart, easing her other hand between her legs. Crawling the material up just enough, she slipped a single finger into her wet folds as she pinched her nipple, twisting the tender flesh. “Oh…shit.” Sucking her in breath, her finger was coated instantly with her juice, several beads trickling down the inside of her thighs. “My Sir.”
Panting, she dropped her head and swirled the tip of her finger around her clit, excited from the way her body reacted. She was on fire. Easing two fingers inside her pussy, the way her muscles grabbed almost instantly gave her a fit of giggles. What would her Sir say now?
“Jezebel.”
Simply hearing the sensual husk in his voice thrilled her to the point she was quivering with desire, her pussy wet and clenching with need. She’d been caught and was unable to move or even remove her fingers, the damning evidence. Dear God she was shaking. “Sir.”
“I came early to surprise you. I think you’ve surprised me.”
“Sir…I…” What could she say? She heard him coming closer, a soft rustling sound following. Was he undressing? A nervous tick appeared in the corner of her mouth. He’d never caught her doing anything bad or disobeying him. Well, not lately anyway. Not since they’d discussed her contract and what was to be expected of her.
“What is the expression? When the cat’s away?” Luke closed the distance, standing directly behind her, and with one finger he brushed the tip down the side of her face. Leaning down, he followed with a kiss before growling and rubbing his crotch into her ass. “Do I need to remind you that I own you?”
“No, Sir!” Said almost too quickly, Jessie trembled from head to toe.
He grazed his hand down the length of her arm, the touch slightly rough, and further to her waist and thigh. “I think I’m glad I came home to my woman, my sub. I think she needs a reminder of many aspects regarding her obedience. Don’t you, kitty kat?”
Oh God he was testing her, willing her. Breathless with anticipation, she nodded.
Crack!
“Oh!” The single hard slap on her backside reminded her of so many things. “Yes, Sir!”
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p; “Better. I think you need a maintenance spanking tonight. It’s been awhile. I suppose too many trips out of town has allowed my Jezebel to play a bit too much. We’ll take care of that later.”
“Yes, Sir.” Hanging her head, she knew he was only slightly teasing her.
Luke slipped his hands down her back to her legs, slowly rubbing down to her calves and back up, finally caressing her ass. “I’m hot for you. I’m going to take you right here, hard and fast, reminding you that you are mine. All mine.” Licking across the back of her neck, he growled again. “Spread your legs for me, Jezebel.”
Palming the top of the washing machine, she remained where she was and spread her legs. The moment she felt his hot breath skate across the back of her neck, her pussy quivered. “I’m not wearing any panties, Sir.”
“I know.” Leaning down, Luke brushed his lips over her skin before darting his tongue out, dragging the tip through several salty beads of perspiration. “You don’t have to tell me.”
And yet when he slid his hand beneath the thin cotton of her dress, pressing his palm into her wet heat, she clenched her muscles and groaned. “Oh my Sir.”
“Seems kitty is hungry for cream this afternoon and she’s been playing with herself without permission.”
“Always hungry, Sir. Always and I… Well I...” Dear God she was more than hungry. Was he suddenly angry with her? Her nerves on end, she simply waited to see what he was going to do, anticipation killing her.
Swirling his finger across her sensitive tissue, he nipped the nape of her neck and growled. “I own you and you do only what I tell you to do, when I allow you to. You are here to please me.”
“And I’m devoted to you.” The words slipping out, Jessie was concerned about his reaction. He’d told her never to say the word unless she’d thought about the meaning clearly and given the fact she’d obviously disobeyed some unstated rule, how would he react? When he hesitated, she cringed. Please oh please let him believe me.
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