Make Me Yours: Boxed Set

by Sam Crescent

  She went on her knees beside him to make sure he was still asleep. When she was satisfied he was still sleeping, Emily walked around to grab the can.

  Popping the lid off the can, she squirted a little of the cream into her mouth. The sound hadn’t woken him up. Slowly, she eased the sheet covering his abdomen off. He still hadn’t roused. Excitement filled her.

  Emily squirted some of the cream over his shaft and then licked it off. Cream for breakfast would never win awards for being healthy, but it certainly put a smile on her face. She sat on the edge of the bed and worked the cream over his shaft before licking it off.

  When she was bored with the taste of cream she left the can by his side. She moaned as he filled her mouth. His cock grew larger with each suck. Emily took him deeper into her mouth. The tip of his cock hit the back of her throat. She groaned.

  Jason’s fingers gripped her head. She gazed up to see him staring down at her.

  “Suck me harder,” he said.

  His words went straight to her clit. Her pussy throbbed with arousal. He growled and thrust his hips up to her mouth. She grabbed the base of his shaft, working him from root to tip. The cream coated the corner of her lips. She felt the sticky wetness at the corners.

  “Fuck.” Jason cursed, wrapping her hair around his fist and then pushing her farther down on his shaft.

  She loved the taste of him. Emily licked the tip, sucking down the pre-cum that leaked out of the little slit.

  Closing her eyes, she sucked him into her mouth, giving him as much pleasure as she could. She wanted to hear him lose control.

  ****

  Jason had been awake for some time before Emily. He’d watched her sleeping for at least an hour before she woke. Seeing her next to him had given him a deep sense of satisfaction at having her close by.

  When she’d woken, he’d pretended to be asleep. He’d felt fingers stroke across his forehead, moving some of his hair out of the way. The instant she touched his arm he’d moved. He was ticklish, and if he let her continue he’d have to give the game away that he lay awake.

  Watching her through the slits of his eyes as she picked up the cream had been pure torture. He’d wanted to grab her, pull her to the bed, and fuck her. The need to fuck her hard gripped him.

  He wrapped her glorious golden locks around his fist and forced her to keep pace with what he wanted.

  Her lips were sheer heaven. He could lose himself in her mouth for days and wouldn’t care about the time lost.

  She sucked her cheeks in, making her mouth tight. He growled. There was no way for him to regain control. The pleasure was more than he could stand.

  With his eyes closed, his fist tightened in her hair as he slammed his cock inside her mouth the final time.

  His cum shot down her throat.

  Emily moaned as she swallowed every drop.

  His head thumped, and he collapsed on the bed, completely sated.

  Jason watched her wipe her mouth with the back of her hand, the sight more erotic than he thought possible.

  “How long were you watching me?” she asked.

  He smiled. “Long enough.”

  She crawled up his body and wrapped her arms and legs around him. Emily kissed his lips. Jason didn’t turn away even as he tasted his semen on her lips. He’d never deny a kiss from Emily.

  “Good morning,” she said.

  “Good morning. I could get used to that as a wake-up call.”

  “I guess you’re a light sleeper?”

  “If you’d stayed around you’d have figured that out.”

  She frowned at him. “Then that means you always felt me leaving the bed?”

  Jason nodded.

  “Why didn’t you stop me?”

  He let out a sigh. “You didn’t want me to stop you. I’m a Dominant, but I’ll never make you do what you clearly don’t want to. I couldn’t force you to stay with me. When you’re in my bed, I want you to be there because you wish to be.”

  She rested her head against his. “You’re too good for me,” she said.

  Jason slapped her ass. The smack caused her to yelp.

  “No, you’re not. You’re perfect,” she said, smiling.

  He kissed her lips, feeling her wet pussy glide all over him. Jason broke the kiss and smiled at her. “I’ve figured out the perfect punishment.”

  Chapter Seven

  Emily glared across the table at Jason. His idea of a punishment was not funny. Her master had decided they should go down for breakfast. There were over twenty tables spread out in the hotel restaurant. The patio doors led out onto a veranda that overlooked the beach. Jason had picked one of the tables on the veranda. The sight of the ocean and the beach was welcoming.

  What wasn’t funny was the fact her punishment kept vibrating inside her, making her moan for no apparent reason at their table.

  His idea of a punishment was not fair or justified.

  Actually, his punishment was justified. Emily was just pissed off that she hadn’t been allowed to come at all. She’d given him a mind-blowing orgasm and what did she get? Nothing but torment.

  You were the one who reached climax last night without permission.

  She folded her arms over her chest and grumbled.

  Jason returned with their plates full of food. He placed one in front of her. She noticed he steered away from the cooked food, and for that she was thankful. Her stomach couldn’t handle bacon and eggs after half a can of cream.

  Emily dropped the piece of mango she held as he turned on the egg inside her to vibrate. Biting her lip, she tried without success to stifle the moan. The couple a few tables down smiled at them.

  “Will you stop that?” she asked.

  He turned the egg back on. Her hands gripped the table as her orgasm neared.

  The bastard turned it off.

  “I told you there would be no orgasm for you until I deemed you suitably punished.”

  Heat filled her cheeks at his words.

  “You’re going to punish me all day?”

  “I don’t know. It all depends on if you’re nice to me.”

  She laughed even though she didn’t find him amusing.

  “Will you not turn it on while I drink?” she asked.

  He shrugged.

  Taking a deep breath, she slowly lifted the glass filled with juice. She brought the glass to her lips and took a sip. The egg didn’t go off.

  “I wouldn’t embarrass you, Emily. I’m insulted that you’d even think that.”

  She lowered the glass. “I’m sorry, Sir. My nerves are a little fried.”

  Picking up her fork, she pierced a piece of mango and placed the fruit into her mouth. It was juicy, and some moisture dripped down her chin.

  “What do you have planned for today?” she asked.

  “I thought we could take a walk around the island. We’ll not go far from the resort. How does that sound?”

  “Perfect.” She smiled at him while grabbing a piece of fruit from her plate. The sun beamed down on them as they ate breakfast. She watched Jason read the paper and check emails on his cell before delving into his food. He’d settled for a hearty breakfast. “Is everything all right at the office?”

  She wiped her chin with a napkin as more juice spilled down.

  “Everything is running smoothly. We’ll need to book a flight to the New York office when we get back. I want to make sure the new manager is settling in.”

  Emily nodded, making a note of it in the back of her mind.

  She watched him eat while sipping her orange juice. Emily made sure to keep the glass in her hand so he wouldn’t be tempted to set the vibrating egg off.

  When he’d first suggested the egg, she’d thought it would be an easy punishment to deal with. Now, she realized it was harder than bending over and taking thirty lashes from the cane.

  Jason took her plate back to the kitchen. She sat back, staring up at the sun while she waited. He collected her from their table then escorted he
r down to the beach. She toed off the shoes she wore, moaning as her feet sank into the dry sand. It felt brilliant against her naked feet.

  For a few moments, she relished the feel like a child did for the first time.

  “It has been too long since you went to the beach,” he said.

  “I’ve got a slave driver for a boss.” She opened her eyes and smiled at him. Her love for Jason could no longer be ignored.

  ****

  Jason watched her enjoyment and loved the experience she was having. He took her hand in his, leading her past some of the couples, toward the ocean. Her shoes dangled from her fingers. He fingered the button in his pocket. The idea of torturing her with pleasure was tempting. He kept her at the pinnacle of release without letting her orgasm. Her eyes would widen with shock and need.

  Chuckling, he let the button go. Emily would be embarrassed if she climaxed on the beach in front of everyone.

  “You’ve got new ideas of torture ready, haven’t you?” she asked.

  “Only the most suitable punishment for an insolent sub, baby.” He kissed her neck and continued walking with her toward the water’s edge.

  “This feels good,” she said, dipping her feet into the water. “Why don’t you take your shoes off and enjoy the feel of the water?”

  He’d not walked across the beach without his shoes in a long time. Emily let go of his hand and stepped farther away. “Come on, it’s fun.”

  After watching her for a few moments, he bent down and untied his shoes. He slipped his socks into them and then followed her. She swirled her arms out wide, dancing along the beach. Emily kicked up some water at him. Jason laughed and kicked some water back.

  He chased after her along the water line. The sounds of her laughter lightened his mood. This was a side of Emily he’d not seen before. All the time they’d been together she’d kept a part of herself hidden from view. He liked watching her let loose. Her blonde hair lay down her back, dancing around her as she ran.

  Unable to contain the laughter, Jason ran after her, feeling carefree.

  She ran out of the water and up the beach. They’d moved a fair distance away from the resort.

  “You can’t catch me,” she said.

  He could catch her within seconds. Jason allowed the distance between them to increase. She stopped, turned to face him and opened her arms wide. There was his chance. He ran toward her and took her down to the sand before she got the chance to run away.

  He heard the giggles die in her throat. He stared down at her, pressing his pelvis against her core. His cock hardened at the soft body beneath him. Her fragrant scent surrounded him.

  She moaned, thrusting up to meet him. “How can you be turned on by running?”

  “It’s not the running that turned me on, baby. It’s the woman I’m chasing that turned me on.”

  “Was it my breasts bouncing?” she asked, smiling.

  “They’re not half as tempting as the rest of you.”

  “I love you.”

  Jason gasped. Hearing her say the words was wonderful.

  “I love you, too.”

  He leaned down, closing the gap between them. Jason took her lips under his, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She whimpered, and her fingers sank into the length of his hair.

  Jason ran his hand up her skirt, feeling the smooth flesh of her skin and the thong between her ass cheeks.

  “Please,” she said, breaking from the kiss.

  Tearing the thong off her body, he pulled out the vibrating egg from her soaking wet pussy. She pulled at his buckle, and he helped to remove his jeans. He pushed them down to his knees. His cock was long, thick, and hard. He grabbed his length and pressed the tip against her core. Her wet heat surrounded him.

  “Don’t tease me,” she begged.

  “I love you, baby.” Jason slammed his cock inside her to the hilt.

  She cried out, and her pussy squeezed him.

  Jason thrust inside her with the sun bearing down on them. She squirmed under him, meeting each of his thrusts.

  He wasn’t going to last. Pressing his fingers against her swollen nub, he fingered her creamy slit until she came apart in his arms.

  Swallowing her screams with his kisses, Jason plunged inside her, reaching his climax.

  They collapsed down together. Her breasts heaved with the deep breaths she took.

  “What do you do to me?” he asked.

  She chuckled, kissing his cheek. “This was all you.”

  He smiled and kissed her back.

  Easing out of her pussy, he arranged their clothing so she wouldn’t be embarrassed. Jason pulled her into his arms. “I can’t get enough of you,” he said.

  Emily caressed his cheek, rubbing her nose against his. “I can’t get enough of you.” He pushed the egg into his pocket. Jason no longer wanted to punish her. Emily was turning him weak this weekend. He and Emily had been in a Dom/sub relationship before, and even though this weekend was supposed to be all about the exploration, he wanted time with Emily more. First, he needed to win her back, get her over her own stupid fears, and then they could go back to being her Dom, and she his little sub.

  He thought about what would happen when Monday came. Would they go back to their platonic working relationship? Jason refused to let it get like that. By the time Monday came, he wanted Emily to agree to be his wife.

  They finished walking along the beach. He didn’t touch her again except to hold her hand. When the sun started to set he took her back to their room and went in search of Charles. The owner of the island sat in his office reading through a file.

  “How is your stay?” Charles asked when Jason walked through the door.

  “Perfect.” He took a seat opposite him.

  “What’s the matter?” Charles put down the file he’d been reading.

  “I was wondering if there was any way for you to get a wedding set up on this island?”

  “You’re planning on marrying your blonde?”

  “I intend to marry her. I’ve just got to get her to agree to marry me.”

  “When do you want me to get it set up?” Charles asked, flicking through his contacts.

  “Tomorrow.”

  “I can’t get a marriage certificate in that time.”

  He was asking too much. The wedding was short notice, but collaring Emily wouldn’t be. No official paperwork needed to be used to bind her to him as his sub. Staring into Emily’s eyes had been the turning point for him. He loved her completely, and there was nothing he wouldn’t do for her. Marrying her was the way he wanted their relationship to go. He’d marry her the moment he got a chance. Jason would arrange everything to make her his.

  “I don’t mean a marriage certificate. I’ll settle for that when we get back home.”

  “You want a collaring ceremony?” Charles asked.

  “Yes. Is there any way you can get a collaring ceremony organized by tomorrow?”

  His long-time friend stared at him through narrowed slits. “You wanted to get married on my island?”

  He rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t want to leave this island until Emily is bound to me completely.”

  Charles let out a sigh. “I can’t get you married this weekend, but I can get you collared. She’s your sub, and you have no interest in taking another woman?”

  “Emily is my everything.”

  “You know I don’t allow this on the auction weekend. Why couldn’t you have waited another week?”

  The Master weekend had been about raising money for a good cause, but Emily hadn’t waited for another weekend. She’d tried to move on with another man. He needed for her to see he wasn’t going anywhere. “I couldn’t wait for another weekend. Emily is here, and she’s waiting for me back in our room.”

  “I don’t like doing this. Breaking the rules is unacceptable.”

  Jason saw his friend was having trouble with what he wanted.

  “I’ll owe you a huge debt.”

  “Why
do you want her? She’s terrified of you cheating. Why saddle yourself with a woman who doesn’t trust you?”

  Jason let out his own sigh. He’d wondered about that many times. It would be easier to find a woman to trust him even when he was away on business. His heart knew the woman he loved, and that woman was Emily.

  “She’s mine, Charles. You don’t know her like I do. She will trust me. It’s the poison that she grew up with. I love her so much.”

  Chapter Eight

  Emily waited for Jason in their room. She sat on the end of the bed with the brush in hand. The day had been perfect. Making love in the sand with the sun shining down on them had been amazing. She wouldn’t change what had happened for anyone.

  She’d taken a shower to rid her body of the sand. Staring around their room, her heart started to pound. How could she have walked away from him? Jason meant everything to her.

  Her phone began to ring in the bag she’d left in the corner. Frowning, she grabbed it. Her mother was calling her. If her mother was calling her cell phone then it had to be an emergency.

  For several moments she held the phone up, wishing the call would end. Talking to her mother would be a nightmare.

  Closing her eyes, she counted to three and then accepted the call.

  “Hi, Mom, what’s up?” Emily asked.

  “I tried your apartment phone, Emily. Where are you?”

  She glanced around the room, wondering what her mother would say about her weekend. Being put up for auction and sold to the highest bidder was not going to make the conversation go by any easier. Her mother didn’t know every little intimate detail about her life.

  “I’m away with a … erm, friend.”

  “A friend? Are you away with a man?”

  Emily smiled. “Yes, he’s a man.”

  “Anyone special? You’ve not mentioned meeting someone since you dumped Jason. I remember that man. He was completely taken with you, honey. I can’t believe you let him go. Finding a good man is difficult nowadays.”

  The blush filled her cheeks. Emily never mentioned her relationships to her parents unless she could avoid it, Jason being the only exception to her rules. They embarrassed her because most of the time her parents were arguing over some inane thing. Hearing her mother talk about Jason being a keeper made her feel worse about walking away. If anyone was the expert on a man it would be her mother. She could probably spot a cheater from a mile away.