by Tl Reeve
Yes.
Thomas proved with each passing second he wanted her and didn’t care about her appearance. What he craved went deeper than skin. She knew he wanted her mind as much as he wanted her body. He stood in front of her. Each inch of his imposing figure loomed over her. Close up, she could see the scar that slashed across his chest. No fair. No scar should be sexy as sin on a man, especially this man. A provocative smirk tugged at the corner of his lips while his gray gaze bore into hers, holding her suspended in time.
He reached for her, cupping her pussy. Katarina gasped. Power, heady and undiluted, snapped in the air around her as his thumb strummed her clit in a sensual rhythm. Her head fell back, and her eyes closed. The rolling tide of building arousal swirled low in her belly. Wave after wave drove her higher. His calloused fingers massaged her cunt, drawing out her pleasure. She’d been so caught up in the way he played her body, she hadn’t realized he’d retreated until a cool breeze brushed her sensitized nipples. “Master?” she murmured.
“Missing me already, girl?” She tried in vain to follow his voice, but he moved around her constantly. When she felt him again, his fingers danced on the clothespins. “Breathe through it, Katarina.”
She screamed when he removed the one on the left, wiggling in her bindings while trying to get away. Thomas’s mouth covered the abused peak. Each suck, lick, and nibble settled behind her clit making her weak-kneed and yearning for more. “Please….”
His rough chuckle made her shiver in delight. “Not yet. I’ll tell you when you can beg me.” Thomas removed the other clip and, a second later, covered her nipple with the wet heat of his mouth. Katarina whimpered. Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head. If this was how he intended to torture her all evening, she would die.
“I didn’t know being a sadist meant using your mouth on my body until I screamed from the delicious torture you’re inflicting.” Being a little mouthy came natural, sue her.
“And I didn’t know little imps enjoyed jumping in with both feet, right off the bat.” He stood up to his full height. His lip curled in a cruel snarl. “I suppose I could make an exception with you, Specialist.”
Thomas disappeared from her line of sight and, a moment later, her skin burned with the first lashing. Katarina screamed. The whoosh of leather singing through the air seconds before striking her flesh had her tensing.
“Bastard,” she hissed from between clenched teeth.
“I’ll have you know my parents are married. Have been for forty-five years.” He smacked her again with the flogger. “Anything else?”
“Bite me,” she snapped. The leather hit struck her flesh again, lighting up her ass in a ball of fire. She hurt all over. No two strikes fell in the same spot. Shouldn’t she hate this? Shouldn’t she want him to stop?
“Now then, where were we?” He palmed her ass, squeezing it. Katarina hissed. Her battered flesh stung under his abrasive touch. A low, menacing chuckle built in the back of Thomas’s throat. “Don’t you understand, sweetling? All you’re doing is fighting the inevitable.” He nuzzled her ear.
“What is the inevitable, Master?” The lure of his words, the way he stood so close to her, lulled her. The room around them floated away. Only he mattered.
“The inevitable is you giving over to me, Katarina. The inevitable is you becoming mine. Body, mind, and soul.”
She’d fought for so long. Four years. Four long, lonesome years. Could she let go and give over to him? The want to fight him every inch of the way coursed through her. The need to stand strong and deny everything he said and go back to hiding. Hadn’t she been safe long enough? Her cloak of protection came in the form of guns, Kevlar, and sarcasm. With those tools, she’d been able to keep herself safe. Alone. No more. I won’t do it anymore.
“Where did you go, Katarina?” His voice pitched low. But his touch gentled as he pushed her hair behind her ear. “Say the word, and we’ll stop.”
Katarina lifted her chin and gazed into his gray eyes. “No. I don’t want to stop, ever. I’m tired, Thomas…Master Thomas. So tired. I don’t want to hide anymore. Make me soar. I trust you, Master.”
“Oh, sweetling.” He kissed her. Melding his lips with hers, he deepened it, enjoying the tender meeting of their lips. “Let’s start again, hmm?”
“Yes, Master. Please.” She sagged against the restraints, relaxing into their hold. “I’m ready.”
“That’s my girl.” He winked at her. “Now we can begin.”
“Wait, what? I thought we’d already begun?” Bewilderment clouded her words.
“That?” he laughed. “That was a warmup.”
“Tell me, Katarina, how to feel about being whipped?” Thomas tried to hide his smile as her body stiffened.
“Well, I’ve never had it done to me, if that’s what you mean.” One graceful shoulder rolled almost indifferent to his question.
“Great. Since you like jumping in with both feet, we’ll start with a single-tail bullwhip, then.” He made a production of going through his bag. “Clamps, no. Vibrator…later. Crop…hmm, I’ll put that aside. Butt plug.” He laughed. “Later. Ah, here it is.” A fine tremor worked through her body. “Let’s begin.”
Unfurling the whip, Thomas whirled it around and snapped it against floor. She jerked in her bindings. God, she is incredible. His dick hardened even more as he lay the whip down on his bag and picked up the crop. With silent steps, he strode toward her. A light sheen of perspiration covered her lithe body. The pulse at her neck beat out a rapid tempo, and her breath came quick. Right where he wanted her. Bringing the crop up, he swung with it, smacking her ass. Katarina screamed bloody murder, yanking and thrashing at her bindings.
Thomas brought the crop down on her skin again and again. The marks he left would be gone by the morning. Still, watching each welt bloom under his touch made his groin tighten even more and throb with anticipation. He never touched the same spot twice, leaving an intricate pattern on her back, bottom, and thighs. They worked together, giving and taking. Katarina took everything he gave her. Damn. Dropping the crop, he ran his palm over her body, startling her even more.
“You…how did you get so close?” Her voice shook.
“What? You didn’t really believe I would use a whip on you, did you?” He kissed her shoulder while trailing his fingers over the marks left by his tool.
“You asshole. I can’t believe you.” Not a stitch of anger colored her breathless yet edgy tone. Did he see a hint of a pout?
“And yet….” He reached around her and ran his fingers through her slick folds. “You’re soaking wet. His thumb circled her clit while two of his broad fingers filled her snug pussy. Warmth engulfed his intrusion while her pussy rippled around him. “So fucking tight, too. Tell me, girl, when’s the last time a man fucked my pussy?”
Her head dipped. He’d figured out early on the motion was her tell. “Six months,” she whispered. Her cheeks turned a bright shade of pink. “I waited for you.”
Thomas sucked in a breath. Something primal took root in his gut, and he wanted to beat his chest. The desire to howl in triumph rode him hard. Only he could complete her. It made him want to pull her down, squirrel her away, and fuck her in the quiet of his room.
His fingers never stopped stroking her sensitive flesh. With each touch, she clamped down harder on him. Her legs trembled. Her body writhed. Thomas pressed his chest to her back, letting her feel the burn from his form of discipline. She hissed, wiggling back and forth, turning him on even more.
“Take it, girl. Let it seep into your body and use it to float away.” He continued his ministrations, playing her body like a well-tuned fiddle. He plucked and strummed until she begged for her release. “Not yet.” He pulled from her, and she whimpered in protest. Licking his fingers clean, he stepped around her. “Poor little baby,” he teased. “So primed and ready to come on my fingers. But,” he tsked, “I’ve got to match the front to the back.” He picked up the crop and slid it between her breas
ts before leaning forward to take each nipple into his mouth, one by one.
“Master,” Katarina whined.
“Yes, my beautiful girl?”
“You’re killing me here.” She pouted.
“You can take it.” He toyed with her nipples before pinching them between his thumb and forefinger, tugging until she cried out. “Amazing. Did you know your nipples turn a darker shade of mauve when you’re aroused? Watch me.” He lifted her breast to his mouth and swiped his tongue over her peak. Katarina squirmed, arching her back to him while Thomas nibbled the succulent flesh, worshiping her soft mound.
The whole object behind this scene? To get her used to his touch. Yes, he played with her lighter than he preferred. By now, he would have been balls deep in his sub, fucking her until both of them were spent and couldn’t move. However, Katarina deserved more. The thought of using her so ruthlessly, without a bit of tenderness, didn’t sit well with him. Sure, he loved playing. He fed off the fear of the unknown, but not with her. Never with her. Threading his fingers through her black locks, he kissed her once more before stepping back.
Just a little bit more….
Chapter Eight
Katarina’s skin burned as though a living flame licked at it while wisps of cool air caressed away the sting. She cried out as Thomas worked between her legs, slapping her clit several times with the flat of the crop. Alive. For the first time in so many years, she felt the glow of acceptance burst from the center of her chest and radiate outward. She fell into his skillful rhythm, giving over to the pain, and floated away. She didn’t have a worry in the world. A soft blanket of nothing wrapped around her.
All of her fears of not being good enough didn’t seem to matter as much anymore. Thomas proved with each tap of his crop he wanted her—needed her. When his arms banded around her, she cracked her eyes open momentarily. The world tilted, but the warmth of his chest warmed her from the inside out.
Covered in sweat, the scent of musky maleness, and a hint of whatever cologne he wore mixed together, making her head spin. Her mouth watered and, without a second thought, she licked his chest. His taste exploded on her taste buds.
“If you continue to do that, I’ll fuck you right here, Katarina.” His voice, stern and filled with tension, skittered across her flesh. “I want you in my bed when I fuck you.”
“Okay, Master,” she mumbled. “You smell good.”
Drunk on the endorphin rush, she drifted off again and didn’t wake until she shifted and a soft sheet rubbed against the abrasions on her butt and back. Her eyes snapped open, and she came face to face with Thomas. Katarina blinked a few times, trying to clear her muddled brain. The sheer curtains of his sliding glass door had been pulled to, allowing the sparkling blue from the pool below to ripple and glimmer against the wall, illuminating the room in its splendor.
“Hey,” she whispered, shy. With the scene over, her body ached for different reasons.
“Hey yourself, sweetling. How are you feeling?” His fingers skimmed over her skin.
“Achy.” Feeling bold, Katarina scooted closer to him and trailed her fingertips over his hip and down to his groin. The gruff rumble of his growl made desire pool low in her belly. Her pussy clenched when her thumb swiped at the crest of his erection. Pearls of pre-cum beaded at his tip, and she smeared it around, stroking his hard length.
Katarina cupped his sac with the other hand feeling a bit bolder when he didn’t stop her from touching him. She watched his lips part seconds before he gasped then hissed, flexing his hips up into her grasp. With short thrusts, he fucked her fist while she squeezed and tugged on his balls. Erotic as fuck, the scene turned her on with each passing second. She leaned forward and ran her tongue over the scar bisecting his pectoral muscles then placed a kiss on the mark. Thomas fisted her hair, and a needy growl passed his lips.
“Enough, sweetling.” He removed her hands from his dick and lifted them over her head, making her grip the headboard. “Don’t let go. If you do, I stop. Got it?”
Katarina nodded and mewled his name, writhing against the bed. His rough chuckle worked through her body, raising gooseflesh on her skin.
Lethal.
Potent.
In a matter of seconds, he had her begging him to continue, and he’d only stared at her. His heated gaze took in every inch of her as he removed the blankets from her body then licked his lips as though she were a buffet and he a starved man. His broad palm covered her belly, allowing the warmth of his hand to seep into her flesh. She arched, urging him to take more of her.
I’m all yours, Master. Katarina bit her lip while watching him through heavy-lidded eyes. Soft lips pressed kisses to her ribs, the middle of her stomach, and her belly button. He licked and lapped at the small indention before tracing the curve of her hip. She lifted, anticipating his every move, but was surprised when he pressed her back to the bed and moved lower. Thomas picked up her left leg first and pressed wet kisses to each nick and scar. The action was loving, tender, and done with such reverence, it brought tears to her eyes. No one but Thomas would ever treasure her as he did in those moments. When he reached her thigh, he nipped at the soft skin there and moved on to her right leg.
For a second, he stared at the lateral incision scar. A pale reminder of that day so long ago. She closed her eyes, unable to watch him any longer. Her heart squeezed when he placed a reverent kiss to the middle of her knee.
“Did you know I worried for days that you would lose this leg? When I saw you in that hospital bed, my heart stopped.” His words were barely audible, but shocking nonetheless.
“You were there?” How did she not know that? Tons of questions filled her mind. If she began now, they’d spend the whole evening talking. Instead, she pushed them to the back of her mind, promising herself she would ask him later.
“Yes. For three days. I arrived the day after you returned to Germany. I didn’t know what I would find when I stepped into your room.” He continued to bathe her in kisses as he told her about that day. “Your leg was in one of those stabilization cages; they couldn’t operate yet. They’d been afraid with all the shrapnel they pulled out of your skin it would do more damage than good. So, they patched you up as well as they could and waited. While you slept, I sat by your bedside. I held your hand. I talked to you, and when it looked like you were about to wake up, I left.”
“But, why?” She couldn’t believe what he said.
“I didn’t think you would want me to be there when you broke down. I didn’t want to be there when they told you about your unit. Selfish? Yes. I let fear dictate what I did. I knew in those few days I sat there holding your hand, listening to the steady beat of your heart, I loved you. So I waited for the day you’d come back to me.”
She gasped.
Thomas covered her mouth with his. Their tongues tangled together as she poured every ounce of her emotions into the kiss. He loved her? All that time she’d been hiding from him, he’d waited for her. He amazed her and, at the same time, infuriated her. He could have said something to her. He slid over top of her and reached for a condom. She heard the foil tear.
“Put it on me. I can’t wait any longer.” He lowered her arm and placed the latex disk in her palm.
“At last,” she giggled, breathless and stunned. Katarina rolled the rubber over his cock and positioned him at her pussy, teasing him with her cream.
“Eyes on me, sweetling, and grab the headboard.” His thrusts were measured, taking her slowly so she could accommodate his girth. She wanted him to pound her into the mattress, but it didn’t seem as though that would happen tonight anyway.
He hooked her knees over his elbow and slipped deeper inside her. Katrina saw stars. He stretched her walls, making her burn deliciously. She cried out, tightening her grip on the headboard. With each shift of his hips, his pace increased until both of them gasped. His mouth latched onto her nipple while he toyed with her other. Liquid heat pooled low in her stomach, and her clit pulsed each time
the base of his dick hit her there. She rippled around him, silently begging him to give her more.
He murmured her name and buried his face in her neck. He licked and nibbled on her tender flesh, taking her higher by the second. “I love you, Katarina.” His strokes grew more frantic with each passing second. Her release built deep inside her. It clawed its way through her, bubbling up to the surface. It pulled at the fabric of her being, threatening to unravel her and leave her limp and sated. “God, you feel so good. The real thing is so much better than I imagined it would be.”
She cried out. Releasing the bar, Katarina clung to him. Her blunt fingernails scored his back and gripped his ass. The possibility of him stopping couldn’t keep her from connecting with him. Her fingernails dug into the supple flesh of his ass, strengthening his thrusts, while tapping her sweet spot. Each pump of his hips sent her hurtling headlong toward her release. She squeezed around him, clamping down on his intrusion, making it hard for him to move. “Please,” she cried. “I need to come. Please.”
“So fucking good. I could stay like this forever, Katarina.” His hand traveled down between their bodies and settled on her clit. He rolled the nub between his digits, manipulating it until she shook in his arms. “Beg me, sweetling.”
“Please, Master. I-I love you, too. Please make me come, Master. I need you.” Tears tracked down her cheeks because what she spoke had been the truth. She loved him. “I love you, Thomas.” She cupped his face. “I love you.” Her gaze bore into his.
A low growl rumbled in his chest. He never looked away from her as his pace became uneven and erratic. “Come for me, baby. Wet my cock with your release and, I promise you, I’ll give you everything.”
