by Vivien Sparx
Renee’s orgasm struck like a physical blow – a force and intensity that sent her reeling. Every tensed and tightened muscle in her body suddenly released, so that the warm rush of her juices across Stefan’s palm seemed to leave her drained of all energy. Her head lolled to Stefan’s shoulder and she cried out and clung to him until the final crashing wave had spent itself.
When Stefan’s fingers finally slid from within her, the ache and sense of emptiness was like a physical pain to Renee. She moaned softly, and lifted her face to stare into Stefan’s eyes. He was smiling wickedly.
“Lick,” he demanded.
He held his hand up to Renee’s mouth. It was slick and slippery with the dampness of her. Renee’s tongue flicked out, and then more brazenly, she sucked his fingers into her mouth.
“Tell me how you taste,” Stefan’s voice was raspy with his own arousal.
“Sweet, and fresh,” Renee said softly. She sucked at his fingers again and then licked her lips. “And sexy.”
Stefan kissed her again so that the taste of her mingled between their lips. He felt Renee’s tongue flicker tentatively into his open mouth and he thrust his own tongue back more forcefully into hers. He dominated her with the kiss, leaving her in no doubt that he was in control and that he would take what he wanted – and that she had no alternative but to submit and please him.
When Stefan broke the kiss at last, he put his hand on Renee’s shoulders and she sank obediently to her knees.
“Position One,” Stefan hissed.
Renee parted her thighs quickly and clasped her hands behind her back. She straightened her back so that her breasts thrust out provocatively through the gap of her blouse, and then she opened her mouth as wide as she could.
Stefan had backed away. He picked up the riding crop from the bedroom floor and swished it once against the thigh of his jeans.
The smoldering flint in Stefan’s eyes had not diminished – had not lost any of its intensity. He prowled around Renee, inspecting her position and then came back to stand before her.
Carefully, he reached out with the riding crop, and set the soft leather pad under Renee’s chin, lifting her face until her eyes were locked on his.
“Don’t dare disappoint me,” he warned. “Remember your training.”
He unbuckled his belt slowly, and unfastened the front of his jeans. When he drew down the zip, the hardness of his erection sprang forward, vaulted and thick and urgent. If Renee’s mouth had not been wide open and waiting, she would have licked her lips.
Stefan took a fist full of Renee’s hair to hold her head still and thrust himself deeply into her mouth.
Renee remembered her training, but she was unpracticed. It had been too long since Stefan had used her in this way. As the hot length of his shaft slid deeper into her mouth, she had to fight the reflex to react, and instead remind herself to remain passive.
Stefan noticed the split second of uncertainty in her eyes. He flicked the crop so that it stung the soft skin on the inside of her thigh. Renee flinched.
“I warned you,” Stefan said. Then he tugged at the tresses of her hair to pull her head forward and so engulf the full length of him into her mouth.
“More,” Stefan insisted. “Deeper.” He held her head tightly to him so that Renee’s nose was pressed against the flat muscles of his abdomen. Then he held her face still within his cupped hands as the seconds drew out.
“Open,” he said. “Keep your mouth open.”
He withdrew himself slowly, and as he did, Renee gasped for air. Stefan’s hardness was coated with the slick wetness of saliva so that it glistened and shone before Renee’s eyes.
“Lick.”
She leaned forward and her tongue obediently began to flutter along the length of his shaft. She felt him pulse and twitch as the flat of her tongue touched sensitive places, and then a moment later he was thrusting himself back into her mouth until he touched the back of her throat.
“Good girl,” Stefan growled. He threw back his head and screwed his eyes tightly shut. The feeling of being so deep within Renee’s mouth was a unique sensation he never tired of. “Good girl,” he said again. “Now use your tongue.”
Renee began to slide her tongue over the thick veins along the underside of Stefan’s shaft, twisting and turning and swabbing the length of him. She heard Stefan inhale sharply and he seemed to expand and thicken and swell in response.
When Stefan reached the brink of his own release, he hauled Renee abruptly to her feet and pressed her back against the wall. He thrust himself roughly inside her, plunging deep and urgently as she wrapped her legs around his waist with a desperate hungry gasp. She was so wet that the full length of Stefan’s hardness slid fluidly in to fill her, as he covered her mouth with hot frantic kisses.
This wasn’t about love, Renee realized. This was about power and domination. It was about control and submission. It was about lust and raw physical need, and so she clung to him and clawed her nails into the hard muscled flesh of his back as he thrust into her again and again whilst his fingers dug deeply into her body and his breath sawed raggedly.
They exploded together – an eruption of everything that had been restrained and regretted for so long. It was not a release only of that moment, but a release of every emotion and urge that had been dammed and denied.
It left them both shattered and shaking.
Nineteen.
Renee woke in the morning, and was instantly overwhelmed by curious and unfamiliar sensations. She yawned, and then tried to roll over in the bed – but her arms wouldn’t move.
She opened her eyes, still muzzy with sleep, and realized with a shock that both her hands had been cuffed to the bed’s headboard.
Her eyes flashed open in instant alarm. She turned her head sideways – Stefan’s pillow was dinted from where h
e had lain his head, but his side of the bed was empty.
Then she felt his hands, spreading her thighs apart and lifting her knees.
She looked down, past the swell of her breasts. Stefan was crouched between her thighs. He wasn’t smiling. The same intensity that Renee had seen in his eyes was there again now, as he stared at her like a hungry, dangerous animal.
“You are going to cum,” he said.
Renee bit her lip, and shuddered. She nodded, not trusting her voice, but her body was suddenly screaming with renewed desire. She let her head fall back onto the pillow and she closed her eyes.
She felt Stefan’s hands sliding up the flat smooth flesh of her body, and then his hands were cupping her breasts. She gave herself over to the sensations as his mouth suddenly found one hardening nipple and sucked it into his mouth. A tiny gasp of pleasure escaped her parted lips, and she began to tremble. She felt his tongue circling the peaked shape of her breast, and then slowly he licked a wet trail of kisses down over her abdomen until he was licking the tender skin high up on her parted thighs.
“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 te
nder 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…
Table of Contents
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Author’s note:
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Seventeen.
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Nineteen.
Twenty.
Epilogue
