by Riley James
She doesn’t speak. I’m not sure if she can yet. I carefully release her from the restraints, gathering her up into my arms in a deja vu of last week. This time though, I have a different destination. Matthew appears in front of me as I carry Ariel towards the stairs. I manage to take the key he holds out. “Room seven,” he says, “I’ve found someone to cover the bar.”
“Thanks, Matt.”
He gives me a knowing smile, “Have fun.”
Room seven is my private room. Monitored, which means we can use it as long as we like—until morning if we want. That’s an interesting idea. I wonder if Matthew somehow knew that I was going to need it.
I carry Ariel up the stairs and open the door to room seven, which features a giant canopy bed. The entire room is shades of blue, and there’s equipment subtly worked into the design. Plenty of anchor points on the bed and the molding on the wall looks a lot like a St. Andrew’s cross. I think I’d like to see Ariel there, helpless while I fuck her against the wall. My cock is aching in my pants, and I know that if I don’t get inside her soon that I’m going to go mad.
“Ariel,” I say, and she opens her eyes, looking up at me while leaning on my shoulder. “Are you able to stand?”
“I think so.”
I set her on her feet, holding her against me and tangling a hand in her hair. I pull her face back to look at me. “How did you do it?”
She smiles faintly. “I trained all week. Every day with a vibrator until I could last twenty minutes. The last ten were just willpower.”
“Well, you impressed me.” I take her mouth in a kiss, and she opens for me. I run my hand down her spine and grab a healthy handful of her ass, enjoying the softness that’s there. “But I want you to understand this: You won some pleasure tonight, nothing more. You wanted a scene with me, and you’ll get it.” I smile as I feel her breath speed up. “All the choices are still mine.”
“Yes, Master.”
Fuck I like the way that sounds. I lead her over to the bed. “In the center.” She follows my instructions, but I don’t let go of her hand, attaching that sexy red cuff to the waiting chain. She watches me as I secure her other wrist, and stand at the end of the bed. “Open them.”
Ariel spreads her legs, and that sight will live with me forever—perfect legs slipping open to reveal a pussy that’s so wet it’s glistening. Her ankles are chained next and she’s spread open for me, nothing stopping me from taking her every way I choose.
I can’t get inside her fast enough. Stripping off my clothes and putting on a condom have never felt slower. But then I’m sinking into that perfect heat, Ariel groaning as I fill her up. “You feel so good, little one.”
“Thank you, Master,” though her words are more moan than speech. Later can be slower. Right now neither of us can wait. I slam into her, holding her hips still as I purge as deep as I can, close my eyes and feel the pleasure building at the base of my spine. Ariel’s busy contracts around me, tiny sounds of need coming from her lips, and I know that she’s close. That she’s going to be close all night and that I’m going to send her over. I’m going to make her come so much she’s going to with she’d lost the challenge. I slow my pace, grinding my hips into hers, “Don’t come,” I tell her.
Her eyes fly open. “What? But I thought—”
“You still have to ask permission,” I tell her. “The difference is that tonight, if you beg me enough, I’ll say yes.” I punctuate my words with a thrust of my hips, and her eyes roll back. She’s shaking with pleasure, and I don’t know if she’s even capable of asking me.
“Please, Master, may I come?”
“Yes.”
I pull back, burying myself deep inside her and not stopping. She comes, body arching into mine and her cries echoing off the walls. Her pussy locks down on my cock, and it overloads my own pleasure. Lighting barrels through my nerves, and I fuck her through this exquisite sensation, my own voice joining hers in the echo. It leaves me as quickly as I came, and I lower myself down onto her, kissing her. “Don’t expect me to be that nice all night,” I say. “Next time, and every time from now on, I’m going to make you beg.”
Her grin is both joyful and wicked as she squeezes down on my already hardening cock. “Is that a challenge, Master?”
“You bet your ass it is.” Only this time I’m not sure it’s one that I’ll win.
About the Author
Riley James writes steamy romances for your untamed side.
She lives in New York City with her husband and a grumpy tabby cat. When Riley’s not writing, she takes walks in her local park, continues her quest to find the best hot chocolate in the city, and buys way too many art supplies. Riley also loves spending time with her husband, finding inspiration for everything she writes.
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Coming soon from Riley James
Own Me
Lyssa
I feel restless. I’m not sure what’s wrong, but this feeling has been growing for months: that I’m…missing something. But I don’t have a clue what it is.
Everything in my life is good—I like my job, and I love being with my friends at Club Masque. Or I thought I did, until submitting to someone in a scene no longer felt like enough. Until I stopped playing all together, afraid of the fact that I was craving more.
Then I see the poster—a charity auction hosted by the club, and a call for submissives to offer themselves for a good cause. Before I know it, I’ve signed myself up. Whoever wins me owns me for a week.
I don’t know if this is the answer, but I’m about to find out just how much more I can take.
Matthew
I know I’ve been hiding for the last year. Grieving, refusing to participate. It’s easier this way. But a wager has been made, and if I don’t find a submissive soon, my ass is going to be handed to me by my friends. I know they’re trying to help, but moving on isn’t easy.
The auction I’m holding at the club is the perfect place to dip my feet in again. No strings attached, nothing messy, just money and fun for a good cause. Sounds easy enough. But then Lyssa walks into my office.
She’s the last person I expected to sign up for the auction, and when I see what she’s offering, my jaw nearly hits the floor: one week of full submission.
I’ve never seen the sweet little sub do anything more than a short scene, and I’ve never heard her speak about a desire for something deeper. But she tells me this is what she needs, and I believe her. I’m starting to think that this might be exactly what I need too.
