by Sierra
Ben felt the rubber head of a strap-on as she pressed the tip to his ass. She wrapped one arm around his chest, tugging lightly at his nipple ring.
“Relax back into me, Ben. When I move, you push back.”
Ben nodded, in the grip of a dark, forbidden lust. He was terrified. He was thrilled. He was so fucking turned-on that he might shoot all over the wall before she even got the damn thing in.
She pushed the head against his asshole, and the tight muscles instinctively resisted.
“Relax, pet,” she whispered in his ear, before giving the lobe a sharp nip, then licking the sting away.
Ben breathed deeply and let out a slow breath, pushing out as she pressed the head in without stopping. A low growl built in his chest, forcing its way between his clenched teeth. He felt as if he were being ripped in two. Then the toy breached the tight ring of muscles with an almost audible pop, and she began to shift it slowly back and forth. No force, only small movements, stretching him for her. The strap-on was a hell of a lot bigger than any vibrator or plug he’d ever taken.
She increased her movements once she was able to move in and out more easily. The pain bled into a dark pleasure that increased tenfold. She was rubbing along nerves that lit up his entire body and soon had him pushing back into her thrusts. Sweat popped out on his brow and his cuffed hands clenched.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled. She continued to move slowly and easily, making him crazed for— “More…I need more.”
“Ben, you were made to be taken,” she purred against his sweat-slick back. Her words sent a flash-fire of sensation along his body, streaking heat lightning over his chest and belly, banding fire around his cock. He wished she had ended that statement with by me—taken by me. Then even that thought was driven from his head as she increased the pace, taking him harder, faster.
Her arm slid back around his waist, flattening against his abdomen before sliding down to tug at the band confining his balls.
“Oh God, Mistress. I can’t hold on. Not if you keep touching me.” His voice was ragged as he closed his eyes tight, drowning in a maelstrom of lust.
“But you will hold on, won’t you, Ben?” She licked the words against his neck, nipped them into his flesh, and he couldn’t hold back a strangled cry when she flicked loose the leather strap from his cock.
“Such a good pet,” she panted against him, her hot breath painting liquid fire over his skin. She plunged into him; he grunted at the pain then groaned at the diabolical pleasure as she pulled out. He moved into her pounding, imagining how it must look, his back flexing in time to her dancing hips. The vision just heaped coals on the fire already consuming him.
She wrapped her hand around his engorged cock, and he jerked.
“Oh, fuck yes,” he hissed. “Yes, yes, yes.” She pressed herself to his back, one hand jerking him roughly, the other pulling at first one nipple ring, then the other. He arched against her, bowing painfully, ecstatically, electrified by pleasure. Her mouth opened on his neck, and she whispered against his damp flesh.
“Come.”
His bellow echoed throughout the room as he shot his release over her hand and onto the wall. Over and over, she pumped him, pulling out more cum than he thought he had. Pulling out, it seemed, his very soul.
When he was spent, she slowly withdrew from him, sending starbursts over nerves he’d thought were totally blown. He grunted and twitched, and she stroked a comforting hand over his belly before moving away.
Ben couldn’t think, couldn’t move. He was a fucking goner. This was the Mistress he’d been looking for. She knew what he needed and gave it to him, demanding his honesty no matter how difficult it was for him to voice his desires. He wanted to be hers, for however long she would have him. Ben had never begged a woman to be with him, not even the woman he’d loved so long ago.
He wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice.
Chapter Six
Stacey made quick work of putting everything in a bin to be sanitized later. Her body trembled with every step she took, and there was no hope of finding her control, of taming the myriad emotions screaming inside her.
Ben. Her beautiful, wonderful Ben had allowed her to take him, take them both, on a journey of desire and need beyond her darkest, hottest fantasies. Stacey wasn’t willing to leave this room without Ben knowing the absolute truth. If he walked away, then so be it, but it wouldn’t be because she didn’t try.
She released him from his bonds and moved to sit on the edge of the bed.
“Come here, Ben. We need to talk.” She watched him as he crawled over to her. He moved with the liquid grace of a jungle cat, his tight muscles bulging with every movement of arm and leg.
He reached her, sitting at her feet and resting his head against her thigh. She lifted her hand to brush a stray lock that had fallen onto his forehead.
“Mistress, I need to tell you something—”
Stacey cut him off, placing her finger to his lips. “Soon, Ben, you may tell me whatever you choose, but first, I have something to ask you.”
He nodded and laid his head back in her lap.
“Master Alex told me you’d been unable to connect with any Mistress.” It hadn’t really been a question, but he responded as if it had.
“There was something missing with each of them.” He lifted his head and met her eyes, his own brimming with emotion. “The women, my Mistresses, they could touch my body, but they never came anywhere near my mind.”
Stacey gritted her teeth at the thought of any other woman as Mistress to her Ben, and nodded for him to go on.
“Master Alex, he touched my mind but, as good looking as he is,” Ben flashed an irreverent grin that had her smiling back, in spite of herself, “he didn’t do a thing for me sexually.”
Ben relaxed more fully against her, and she realized with some surprise she’d been running her fingers through his damp, silky hair.
“It wasn’t until you that everything came together.” He didn’t look up, but she felt his smile against her leg. “You rocked my world, physically, but you looked deeper. Hell, Mistress, you reached in and grabbed my fucking soul.” He did look up now, casting a molten look from under his brows. “I’ve had Mistresses,” he finally said. “But until you, no Mistress has ever had me.”
He shifted back on his haunches and leaned down to press his lips to the fragile skin on the top of her foot.
“If you’ll have me, Mistress, I’ll belong to you forever.”
Stacey couldn’t speak for a moment, couldn’t force words past the huge lump of her heart lodged in her throat.
“Ben,” she finally managed. “Have you ever been in love?” She didn’t know what the hell she was doing. There was no right answer he could give. Or so she thought.
“I have,” he said quietly, even sadly. “I lied to her, and to myself, about who I was and what I needed. She could sense that I was holding back from her, and it drove her away.” He looked at the floor and rasped, “I hurt her, and I’ll always regret it.” His eyes shot up to lock on hers. “I won’t make that mistake again, Mistress.”
Stacey drew a deep breath and nodded.
“Thank you for your honesty, Ben. Your trust means so much to me, and I’ve done nothing to earn it.” He moved to protest, but she hushed him.
Gently, she guided him to sit next to her on the bed. Beneath his questioning stare, she reached behind her head, pulling off the mask and revealing herself to him.
He looked at her for a full minute. His face was like stone as he took her in from head to toe.
“No. No, you’re not her,” he said and moved back an inch. “You look a little like her, but you’re not her. She wasn’t a…”
“Plus-sized Dominatrix?”
He snarled at her attempted humor and reached behind him to yank at the collar. “Don’t you make fun of me,” he seethed, breaking her heart.
“Ben, stop it. I’m not making fun of anyone but myself. God, you’re so
much braver than I am.” The lump in her throat swelled and she trailed off. He finally worked the collar loose and jerked it off before rising to pace the room.
“Why? Dammit, Stacey, why didn’t you ever tell me?” He wouldn’t even look at her as he played with the leather collar.
“How could I tell you, Ben?” Her guilt was bleeding into familiar sick anger. “You’d made it clear that the idea of a man being dominated by a woman was completely disgusting to you.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” He spun to face her, flinched as if the sight of her was painful, and turned away again.
“Ben, we watched that movie where the woman was a Domina and you spent the whole damn time going on and on about how her lover was nuts for being with her.”
“What movie?” He suddenly faced her again, an arrested look on his face. “That Madonna thing?” She nodded dejectedly, and then Ben did the one thing Stacey never counted on. He laughed. A sidesplitting belly laugh.
“Oh fuck, Stace. I wasn’t referring to her being a Domina. I was talking about her being such a bitch.”
Her eyes widened and he laughed even harder. She smiled, then giggled as the meaning of his words really started to penetrate, and soon she was laughing as hard as he was.
Ben moved back to stand before her, catching her chin and tipping her face up to his.
“We managed to really fuck up something pretty fantastic, didn’t we?” he asked gently, and she nodded.
He dropped to his knees, cupping her cheek in his hand. Stacey put her hand over his, holding the caress.
“So, can we fix it?” she finally asked, laying her heart on the line.
“I want to, Stace. I’ve missed you so fucking much, baby.”
“I’ve missed you too.”
He leaned in and she melted into his kiss. Their first of the night. Their first with no lies between them. Time seemed to stand still as they ate hungrily at each other. Ben’s tongue invaded her mouth, tasting her, his teeth nibbled at her bottom lip.
He pushed her back against the bed; Stacey laughed as she tried to catch her breath. Ben was already hard again, prodding her belly.
“Hold it there, pet.” She yelped as his mouth found her neck, “I’m in charge, remember? You no longer get to top me.”
Ben released her and stood, and long-held fear stabbed at Stacey. He was going to leave.
But he didn’t leave. He dropped to his knees before her. Grabbing the collar from the floor, he placed it in her hands.
“I love you, Stacey, and I’m yours to do with as you please.” His gentle gaze bore into hers.
Stacey placed the collar around his neck, securing the buckle.
“I will buy you a better one.”
“Just don’t ever let me go, Stacey, don’t ever let me go.” He reached for her again, and this time as they kissed, Stacey let her tears fall as she realized she had been given everything her heart had ever desired. She had the love of her life, and he shared her passions and desires.
It was just the icing on the cake when, much later that night, he murmured into her hair, “You know, the thing that bitchy Domme chick did with the candle wax was pretty fucking hot…”
About Sierra Summers
Sierra Summers lives in the Metro-Detroit area in Michigan. She is a married mother of two wonderful boys and one precious girl. She also cares for two spoiled dogs.
She still has the first book she ever wrote in first grade, Skeleton Rock, which started off her love for writing and she’s written ever since.The majority of her books take place in Michigan and she’s proud to live so close to Detroit, a city poised on the brink of a comeback. The revitalized downtown and surrounding area provides wonderful inspiration for her writing.
Finding her writing partner, VJ Summers, was the answer to her lifelong dream. Together the duo had written several books before Sierra also began venturing out on her own.
About VJ Summers
VJ Summers: When not working the EDJfH (Evil Day Job from Hell), obsessing over whether her parents are getting enough to eat, obsessing that her kid is sexting the boyfriend, making coffee, drinking coffee or feeding the two cats who allow her to live with them, VJ can be found reading or writing erotic romance—either solo as m/m author VJ Summers, or as the shorter, more quiet half of the “Violet Summers” writing team (the tall half is Sierra Summers).
Visit her blog at http://vjsummersandsmut.wordpress.com
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