She squeaked like Achilles when the pup had fallen off a footstool.
Smothering a laugh, Sawyer stroked her back, letting her adjust. “This is called an anal plug. Your ass has lots of nerves—and this wakes them up.
She squirmed unhappily. “Those nerves were perfectly happy being asleep, thank you.”
His laugh broke free. Fuck, she was something.
From the corner of his eye, he noticed Ethan and Simon. Both were grinning as they strolled on to the next scene.
Face turned toward the wall, Mallory hadn’t noticed.
Giving her a reprieve, he rounded the table, took himself a kiss—which she still gave generously—and used the vampire glove and rabbit fur on her back until she relaxed again.
That wouldn’t last long.
He picked up the silicone dildo. Slender and long, it had thin straps at the base that would secure it inside her. After sheathing it with a condom, he pushed the shaft into her wet cunt—and heard her breathing stop.
Ah. She probably wasn’t accustomed to both her ass and cunt being filled.
The color in her face increased to a heady pink, and every breath brought him the scent of her lightly musky arousal.
Slowly, firmly, he stroked the dildo in and out a few times—just for fun. He secured it in place, attaching the rear straps to the waist strap over her back. The anterior straps snapped to the table beneath her. He patted her squirming ass in approval.
Was that a curse word she just used?
Picking up a feather from the table, he smiled. He’d tease the upper half and let the lower part simmer for a bit. Torturing a little subbie—was there anything more fun?
After another slow round of sensation play, she was breathing fast, obviously getting desperate for more.
Yeah, she was going to get so fucking much more.
He went down on one knee to where he and Ethan had set up the condom-covered Hitachi wand in the clamps beneath the bench. He ratcheted the metal arm upward until it barely brushed Mallory’s clit. Locking it in place, he turned the overpowered vibrator on the lowest setting.
“Aaaah!” She tried to raise her bottom, to lower, to squirm.
With the remote in his hand, Sawyer walked back to the head of the table. “That should keep you from feeling neglected…while I take a turn.”
Such beautiful green eyes, although they were a bit dazed looking right now. “What?”
He unfastened his pants and released his cock. “I want your mouth, pet.”
Her lips formed an O, and to his delight, the heat increased in her eyes. “Yes, Sir.”
Here was a woman who liked giving blowjobs. Could she be any more perfect? When her mouth opened, he fed her his cock, feeling a rush at the engulfing heat. He only gave her a couple of inches so he could revel in the feeling of her wet tongue circling the head. Her lips closed firmly just below the helmet.
She made a low, “Mmmm.”
Slowly, he advanced—and she relaxed her throat and took him right to the hilt. Jesus, she felt amazing.
As she swallowed, her throat constricted around the head. She was deliberately giving him even more pleasure.
His eyes almost rolled back in his head. Cannot. Come. Now. He sucked air slowly and withdrew to get himself under control. “You’re good at this, baby.”
Pleasure lit her eyes. “All that reading pays off, I guess.”
Remembering the shelf of BDSM books, he laughed. Yeah, he could see her doing research on how to please a man. “I love bookworms.” Being restrained, she couldn’t move much…which was the point…so he slowly pushed back in. Rocking his hips, he face-fucked her gently and watched her response.
From the wiggling of her hips, the vibrator obviously had her close to coming, yet she was enthusiastically sucking and licking his cock when he permitted. Her delight in giving head was obvious.
All right, then. He wrapped her hair around his fist, immobilizing her head completely, and increased his thrusts.
She couldn’t do anything. The sensations swept over her—the hand fisted in her hair, trapping her. The cock filling her mouth. Her clamped nipples throbbing. The waist strap holding her down.
Being so helpless was devastating. And wonderful. The entire world, even the air, sparkled with excitement.
As the huge vibrator hummed against her clit, her pussy and anus tightened around the impaling toys. Her whole body was turning into one giant, quivering nerve.
And his cock was so hot, so thick. She traced the veins with her tongue, sucking gently, and breathed in his masculine scent.
To her disappointment, he pulled back and released her hair.
His gaze captured hers, such an intense blue. “I’m going to finish inside you, pet—and I’m going to take you hard. With the plug still in your ass.”
A wave of heat rushed through her, and the noise that escaped her sounded…greedy.
He chuckled and kissed her lightly before walking down the side of the bench, pausing to jiggle the nipple clamp and increase the aching throb in her breast.
She heard the sound of a condom wrapper, before, ever so slowly, he withdrew the dildo from her pussy. There was a pressure at her entrance, and he pushed barely inside.
Oh, his cock felt so different from the dildo. Thicker. Hotter. Like living iron.
Then with one unhurried, ruthless penetration, he entered her.
Mother of cats. With his thick cock and that anal plug inside her, everything was far too full. She froze, afraid even to move as her lower half pulsed around the intrusions.
His chest was against her back and he reached down to play with the nipple clamps. The pressure on the left one disappeared. He’d removed it, she realized, a second before blood surged back into the abused tissue.
“Aaaah!” It hurt…yet didn’t quite. The sensation was as hot as fire, yet sweet, a liquid rain of sensation. She sucked in air, and after a minute the pain eased.
“There’s a good girl,” he murmured, kissed her shoulder…and removed the right clamp.
Hiss and spit. Pain. Not pain. Disconcertingly, as her nipples pulsed with the glorious hurting, so did her clit. Under his weight, she squirmed as every nerve in her body sizzled with heat.
Suddenly the vibrator on her pussy sped up, thrumming hard against her swollen clit.
Her muscles tensed; her insides clamped down. “Ah, ah, ahhhh.”
He drove in hard once, twice.
Everything inside her contracted and exploded. Sensation seared through her, boiling through her veins, singing across her nerves. She spasmed around his thick invading shaft, and even more waves of pleasure shook her.
As he turned off the vibrator, her body simply went limp.
He was laughing, she realized…eventually…but he hadn’t come, and his cock was still heavy and hard inside her, moving gently as she eased down.
But, oh, he felt good.
Gradually, he increased his speed. His hands gripped her hips, holding her firmly. She could feel his thighs rubbing against the inside of hers, hear the wet sound of his cock entering her. So erotic.
So controlled and firm.
“Jesus, nymph, you feel amazing.” He rolled his hips, hitting every nerve inside her. “I like seeing your nipples bright red from the clamps. My bite marks on your neck.”
Everything he mentioned woke those areas again.
“I like you with a plug up your ass and feeling how tight you are around my dick.”
And she could feel him inside her, so very hot and steely hard.
“I like tying you down and positioning your cunt so you’re easy to take. I like knowing you can’t move from where I put you.”
Somehow, the straps over her forearms and ankles seemed to tighten. The waist restraint trapped her, forcing her to take whatever he gave. She couldn’t help wiggling against it. Pulling at the straps.
Pinned. Helpless.
The table seemed to drop a foot.
“I like knowing I can make
you come again, whether you want to or not.” Before she could react, the vibrator on her clit resumed, harder and faster.
His cock pressed in again, relentlessly taking her. “And I fucking love being inside you.”
Her core clenched with the exquisite torment as the molten pressure built inside her again.
Suddenly, the anal plug moved, and she jerked in shock.
Pulling and twisting the plug, he was forcing those nerves into a sizzling awareness. As he played with the plug, slowly, he withdrew his cock.
As the vibrator hummed loudly, her clit tightened and tingled. The entire area from her ass to pussy was throbbing and so sensitive every movement of the plug pushed her closer.
Her breathing paused, every muscle taut with anticipation, as she hovered on the edge.
Then he rammed his enormous cock in.
Her whole center clamped down around it, convulsing with pleasure…and the rushing of sensation through her veins was like the flooding of the creeks in the springtime, an incredible roar of pleasure that didn’t stop.
His hands tightened on her hips, and he forged deep, climaxing with her, and each jerk of his cock made her contract around him harder.
Somewhere in space, she could feel his hands moving over her, but the spring floods had torn her loose, and she was floating, riding the rippling water downstream to where it flowed into an endless ocean.
*
After cleaning his groggy little subbie, himself, and the equipment, Sawyer slung the toy bag over his shoulder and picked Mallory up. Crossing the dungeon area, he headed for the quiet aftercare corner with its dimmer lights and more comfortable chairs. He sat down, settled Mallory on his lap, and re-wrapped the blanket around her.
Blinking, she looked around. “Where are we?”
“In a quiet spot to recover.” He brushed damp tendrils of hair away from her face and pulled dangling leaves from her hair. “You look like a thoroughly debauched nymph.”
“Mmm. You did a most thorough job of debauching.”
Drinking in her smile, he caressed her cheek. “What did you think of the scene?”
She flushed. “I…um…came. Like a lot. Couldn’t you tell?”
“Sure.” He ran a finger from her high cheekbone to the corner of her mouth. So fucking smooth. The crease beside her mouth was a laugh line. Yeah, she did far more laughing than scowling.
After a second, he realized he needed to explain more fully. “Getting a woman off isn’t difficult, nymph. A BDSM scene is more than just sex—doesn’t even have to have sex, for that matter. A scene should push some boundaries, increase trust, reveal a little more about both Dom and sub. Shake up the world a little.”
“Oh.” Her green eyes were still slightly glazed. “I think you managed it all. You taught me more about what I like than I’d learned in thirty years.”
“Good to know.”
She pushed the blanket back enough to press her palm against his cheek. “You have more patience than I’d expected and more determination. You didn’t stampede me, yet…you didn’t let me back away, either. Even so, I knew you’d honor my safe word if I used it.”
She gave him a hesitant look. “Was there anything else I could have done…for you?”
Someone who wanted to give more than receive. A service submissive. Damn, she pulled at his heart. He lifted her hand and kissed her palm. “I was completely satisfied, baby.”
No, that wasn’t enough. She deserved the kind of answer he’d demand from her. “I loved being with you—your responses were honest and beautiful. And for my own pleasure? You have a great mouth, and I look forward to enjoying it again.” He ran his finger over her lips. “I already knew I liked being inside you. One of my kinks is how much I like taking a woman who’s bound—especially when she gets off on being restrained as much as you do.”
The color rose in her face.
He ran his finger over her cheek to see if the temperature of her skin also rose. And grinned because it did. “Finding out what you like and testing your responses was just plain fun. Pushing you to take a bit more…that fulfills the Dom in me.” The next wasn’t as easy; nonetheless, he dredged up the guts to lay it out. “You know my past—and that I’m still involved in violence.”
Her eyes were so open and clear.
“To have you trust me anyway means fucking everything.”
“Oh, Sawyer.” She twisted to put her arms around his shoulders. “You aren’t fighting because you enjoy it, but to save others.” Pulling his head down, she lifted her lips for his kiss.
Her lips were soft. Giving. Minutes ago, when he’d carried her across the room, she’d closed her eyes and cuddled closer. Trusted him.
Jesus, she was destroying him.
She whispered against his lips, “You’re my hero, Sawyer Ware. And I love you.”
The words breached his defenses and slid into his soul like the sharpest of knives. “You can’t. No.” What the fuck had he done? “I’m not… You don’t know me. Don’t, Mallory, don’t do this to yourself.”
He pulled in a shuddering breath. “Baby, feeling…affection…for a Dom is all too common after a scene. You don’t really care for me that way.”
“You idiot, I loved you before today. All the scene did is loosen my tongue so I blurted it out.”
She tilted her head, looking into his face, and her lips actually curved. “Oh, Sawyer, love is simply a feeling, not a Yuletide gift exchange. Like warmth from the sun, it simply exists and won’t disappear…even if the recipient protests.”
He stared at her.
She loved him.
Her revelation tore loose knowledge he didn’t want…the realization that he loved her.
Oh, fuck. He did. Yet the words wouldn’t come. They bubbled deep in his chest, blocked by years of war and the thick door on his concrete cell. “Mallory…”
When she tilted her head and looked at him with those wise, clear eyes, he didn’t see a young woman, but one eons old, possessing the unyielding strength of a mountain, the patience of the stars.
“Are you going to pull away again, Ware?”
“Fuck, no.” The words came from his depths. He tightened his arms around her, holding her as if he could meld her into his body.
Eventually, he heard her gasping for breath—and giggling.
“Sorry, nymph.” After easing his embrace and sitting back, he smiled. Her blanket had fallen away, baring her to the waist. Her nipples were still red from the clamps, her breasts high and swollen. What man could resist enjoying the sweet sight?
When her gaze followed his, he had the pleasure of watching pink roll from her breasts upward. She pulled the blanket up with a reproving expression that would have been appropriate on a nineteenth-century schoolmarm.
“For someone who—” He broke off at the sight of Xavier, Abby, and Ethan. Unable to stand, Sawyer smiled to show they weren’t interrupting a heavy aftercare session. “Mallory, this is Abby, Xavier’s wife and submissive, and a college sociology professor. Abby, meet Mallory, a general contractor in Bear Flat. This is her first time in a dungeon.”
Medium height and weight, the professor had pale, flawless skin, short, fluffy blonde hair, and gray eyes. Next to Xavier’s dark Native American coloring and size, she looked like a fragile porcelain doll. “Welcome to Dark Haven, Mallory. I hope you’re enjoying your visit.”
Mallory smiled. “I am—although I’m still a bit overwhelmed.”
“Oh, I understand.” With a grin, Abby added, “My first night here, I was introduced to Xavier. A minute later, he tells me, ‘I need your breasts for a few minutes.’ I almost ran out of the place right then.”
The sound Mallory made was somewhere between a snort and a giggle as she glanced at Xavier and told Abby, “Would you believe, I had about the same reaction when I met him?”
Xavier’s lips twitched.
Sawyer waved at the nearby chairs. “Would you care to join us?”
“We would be delighted.
” Xavier took a chair and pulled Abby onto his lap.
“Thank you, no,” Ethan said. “I came to see if you had any questions or concerns. Simon has left and said to tell you he’d be in touch.”
Sawyer motioned to the bag. “Please let him know I appreciated the loaner. All the toys were condom-covered during use and wiped down after.”
“I’ll let him know.”
A pretty brunette submissive trotted up to the aftercare area and stopped.
When Ethan lifted his eyebrows at her, she blurted out, “Sir Ethan, my Dom has the wax play stuff set up. Can you come and help?”
“Of course, poppet.” He picked up the toy bag and nodded to Sawyer. “You two look good together. It’s been a pleasure.”
As he walked away, Mallory frowned. “Is he all right? His aur—ah, he looked sad.”
Xavier tilted his head. “You’re very perceptive. He had a reminder of someone he…lost.” His unreadable expression gave no further clues.
Loss. Nuzzling Mallory’s hair, Sawyer felt a sharp stab of pity for the other Dom.
Damn, but he tended to forget how lucky he was. He had brothers who’d be loyal to death. New friends—including one who jumped into street fights with him and others who dragged him to BDSM clubs. And he had this strong, amazing woman who said she loved him.
As if she could see his thoughts, Mallory hugged him before asking the other two, “I’ve read submissives often call their Doms Sir. Is using it as a title normal? Sir Ethan.”
Abby laughed. “In his case, it’s a real title. One of his submissives discovered he’s a baronet—and in England, he’s called Sir Ethan. She began calling him Sir Ethan—and now everyone does.” Abby grinned up at Xavier. “I rather enjoy calling you My Liege.”
At Xavier’s exasperated sound, Sawyer grinned. “Makes me grateful I don’t belong to a club. No damn titles for me.”
But when he glanced down at Mallory, mischief gleamed in her eyes before she whispered, “I love you…my captain.”
The first part of her statement filled him with warmth. With pleasure and unspeakable gratitude. He didn’t deserve her love, but, damn, he wanted it.
After a second, he considered her last two words. My captain after he’d said he didn’t like titles? It was beginning to appear that he had a brat on his hands.
Master of Solitude (Mountain Masters & Dark Haven Book 8) Page 17
