“Oh, God!” Renee gasped. She could feel the stubble of his bearded chin as Stefan’s mouth worked with aching, teasing slowness closer and closer to the core of her arousal. She tilted her hips, tried to lift and thrust herself to meet his mouth, but each time she did so, his kisses drifted away. She groaned and sobbed with the force of her yearning, and then finally begged.
“Please…!”
Stefan stopped his kisses. She could feel his hot breath against her body, and she sensed his mouth was just an inch away from where she most needed to be touched. Renee was making soft little mewing sounds in the back of her throat.
“Will you be a good girl for me from now on?” Stefan looked up and asked.
“Yes!” Renee promised. “Master, I swear I will.”
“Will you obey me in the bedroom?”
“Yes!” she said again, this time almost as a shout. “I give you my word.”
Stefan sighed thoughtfully, letting the seconds draw out. And then Renee felt his fingers between her legs, spreading open the delicate folds of her so that the tender aching bud at the very centre of her throbbed.
“Good,” he said. “I will keep you to that promise.”
She started to launch into another desperate plea for release, but her words choked in her mouth as the broad sweep of Stefan’s tongue finally flicked against Renee’s sex. She arched her back as if she had been electrocuted, and then slumped gasping to the mattress. Then his tongue and fingers seemed everywhere at once; touching every secret part of her, teasing and licking and stroking until Renee began to explode in a series of convulsions that flashed bright pinwheels of color behind her eyes and tore a long deep moan from her lips.
Renee had never felt so alive, or so happy in her life.
Twenty.
The calendar on the kitchen wall was covered in stars, crosses and circles – Renee’s coded way of recording the six weeks of sex they had shared since the first night she had crossed the threshold of the bedroom and entered her Master’s world.
She set the marker pen down on the counter and counted. On many days there were two or three separate marks. When she had the total she whistled softly to herself and then smiled.
She heard Stefan in the hallway and poured coffee. When he came into the kitchen she went into his arms and he kissed her open mouth for long sexy seconds. Renee’s silk gown gaped open and Stefan’s hand slid within the fabric to gently cup one of her breasts.
“I’m still tender from this morning,” she sighed contentedly, remembering the feel of the crop across her bottom and the grip of the nipple clamps he had fastened to her breasts while he had taken her from behind. “And I have bruises on my hips from your fingers.”
Stefan raised a curious eyebrow. “You’re complaining?”
Renee shook her head vehemently. “No,” she said. “I like the bruises. I wear them like badges of honor.”
Stefan smiled and broke the embrace. The local newspaper was open on the kitchen table. He sat down and turned to the back page. Renee sat in the chair opposite and stared down into her coffee for long seconds. Finally, her features tight with anxiety, she looked up and studied Stefan’s face for long moments before speaking.
“Stefan – nothing is going to change, is it?”
Stefan looked up from the sports pages. “What do you mean?”
“Between us, I mean,” Renee smiled uncertainly. “I don’t want anything to change. The last six weeks have been the best of our marriage, and I don’t want to lose the magic – for any reason.”
Stefan reached across and took Renee’s hand. “Nothing will change,” he promised. “This is the way our life was always meant to be, and it is the way it will continue to be.”
Renee seemed to relax visibly. She sighed, and smiled again, but this time it was a bright excited thing that lit up her face and made her more beautiful than Stefan had ever remembered.
“Good,” she said. “Because I’m pregnant, Stefan. You are going to be a father.”
Epilogue
One year later…
It was a clear cloudless afternoon, and as Renee gazed at the peaceful view from Picnic Rock all the way to the hazy blue horizon, she marveled again at how much her life had changed in the past twelve months.
The mountain; it had become a touchstone of her life with Stefan for just like their relationship, the mountain had been weathered and worn by time – but ultimately it had stood strong against everything that had been cast against it. And as Renee stood with the warmth of the sun on her back, and with Stefan and Tink and Peter gathered around her, she glanced at the cairn of stones, and the small brass plaque that was dedicated to baby Storm.
“So much heartache, and tragedy – and yet so much happiness,” she thought poignantly. The mountain had endured – and so had they.
Then, as if she sensed it, it was time.
She turned and handed baby Nicholas to his auntie Tink, and as Tink scooped the boy up into her arms the women smiled at each other. Then Renee turned to Stefan and they stood on the point of Picnic Rock, holding each other’s hands and staring into each other’s eyes.
“You are my submissive, my woman, and my wife,” Stefan said solemnly. “I promise, as we renew our vows as Master and submissive, to always respect you as a person, and honor you as my wife. I promise to love you unconditionally. You will obey me in all matters, and serve me with your heart and soul – and with your body. You will continue to learn and become a stronger woman – and I will keep you collared and kneeling at my feet until the end of days.”
Renee smiled up into Stefan’s eyes. She felt the flutter of pure joy fill her heart and she had to blink away tears.
“You are my man, my husband and my Master,” she said softly. “And I promise to adore you and serve you and obey you in all matters. I give you my body to use for your pleasure, and I give you my heart to safeguard. I give you my mind to teach and instruct. I will be your woman forever, the mother of your son, and the submissive you wish me to be.”
Stefan leaned forward, and at the same moment, drew Renee towards him. Her arms went around his neck and he kissed her deeply. Renee’s lips were soft and glossy and ripe, and her eyes still welling and bright. In the background Tink and Peter clapped.
They stayed at Picnic Rock until the sun was setting, and as they wound their way back down the slope towards their home, Renee knew now – for certain – that everything in her life with Stefan had found its place, and everything was settled and secure.
But Peter and Tink’s life together was only just beginning…
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