by Abby Gordon
The two words made him freeze and feel empty inside. No fucking way. He wasn’t getting involved with women. Especially a woman like her whose career required her to live in the spotlight. This was just sex. This was just one day. Twenty-four hours. Pure fantasy.
So why the hell did he suddenly want more? He’d lost his fucking mind. She was followed by the press. It was her job to be in the press, to be seen and talked about. Her world was one he was never stepping back into.
“Master?” she panted. She wriggled against his hand. “Don’t tease me. Please.”
Tease. Please. Oh, yeah, he would do both, and more.
With a snarl, he surged up and drove his cock into her pussy. He felt the breath whoosh out of her as her upper body impacted with the wall behind her. The lust rose up hard and fast in him and demanded an outlet. Demanded release. In her.
He nearly slipped on the tile and froze. Francine gave a small scream and clutched at his shoulders. Trembling, she buried her head against his neck. He swore under his breath. She was trusting him to keep her safe. Not be so horny that he got them both injured in the shower. Oh, shit. He’d forgotten a condom.
“Shh,” he murmured. “It’s all right. It’s all right. I need to get a condom.”
“On the counter,” she whispered, nuzzling his damp skin. “God, you taste so good.”
Grant didn’t move for a moment as the words resonated. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman had said something like that to him. Or the last time a woman had been as open with him. One hand slid over his arm and down his ribs. A second later, long, slender fingers were teasing his balls.
“Oh, hell,” he muttered. “Not here, though. Tile’s too damn wet. We’ll slip and kill ourselves.”
His left hand reached out and turned the water off. Clutching her to him, he shoved the door open and saw the packets next to the sink. Barely resting her dripping body on the counter, he set speed records getting the damned thing on. He glanced around. Where to take her? The closed door was a step away and in a heartbeat he had her against it.
She cried out as her body collided with the door. He barely heard her—nothing else mattered except the force of him surging into her. Her hands scrabbled along his shoulders to hold on, but the speed and force of his thrusts were too much. All she could do was press her hands against the walls to brace herself.
Grunting, he gave a final thrust and felt his cock drive deep as he released into the condom. Lifting his head, he caught his breath. Talk about submissive positions! Palms flat against the wall, eyes closed, and a soft surrendering expression on her face. Again, the thought of having her beyond this time came to his mind, but he dismissed it. Now it was fantastic, but lightning couldn’t strike twice. Take what he could and let it go. That had been his mantra for nearly a decade. It had served him well so he would stick to it.
Part of being a Dom was ensuring the sub’s pleasure. She hadn’t orgasmed so he would take care of that. Easing out of her, he smiled at her whimper, at the way her hands reached for him. As if to keep his cock inside her.
“Stand up, sweetheart,” he whispered. “I’m going to eat your pussy.”
“What?” She frowned.
“Don’t tell me no one’s ever licked your pussy.” He cocked an eyebrow as he knelt before her. “No one’s eaten this?” His fingers parted her folds.
Francine shrugged. “Um, my ex-fiancé didn’t like to, but I have a feeling nothing you do to me is going to come close to what might have been done to me before,” she replied, eyes wide as she looked down at him.
She left the words ‘or after’ unspoken. But he understood. And liked the idea of her comparing him to other men. Until he thought of men touching her after him. Anger at the unknown men flared. His hands gripped her thighs and she gasped at the roughness. Ignoring that, he began nibbling just above her bare folds and then went straight for the tiny nub jutting out from its cover.
She cried out as he took her clit in his teeth. Two fingers stabbed into her pussy and stroked hard and deep. Just as he had sucked on her nipples, he drew her little nub into his mouth. Her soft mewling spurred him to push her further, faster. He hooked his fingers inside her and pressed his thumb just under her clit. In seconds, she exploded, drenching his mouth. Hungrily, he lapped up her sweet juices. When her fingers tightened in his hair, he smiled. She was close again.
“Not yet, sweetheart,” he told her, standing.
He wanted to teach her about patience, how waiting could increase her orgasm. He hadn’t considered Francine’s wakening sexual needs.
“Please,” she begged, pressing close. “Please.”
“Food first.”
Spoiled by his previous attentions, Francine shook her head and rubbed her breasts against his chest.
“One more?” she whispered. Her hand wrapped around his cock. “Please?”
Grant inhaled swiftly as his dick reacted to her attention. Damn thing! If he didn’t get control of the situation, he might as well have himself tied to the bed!
Stepping back, he caught her wrists.
“I said, not yet,” he repeated firmly. And struggled to bite back a laugh at the petulant look that appeared on her face. Keeping his own expression stern, he lifted her chin while holding both her wrists in his other hand. “Are you spoiled already?”
“I just want…”
“I know what you want, but you have to wait.”
“Why?” she demanded. “You want it, too!”
“Because someone has to have control and that is me.”
“I thought you said the sub had ultimate control and…” Her eyes darted sideways at him and he caught the gleam through the gold tresses.
Growling, he picked her up, tossed her over his shoulder and walked out of the bathroom. She’d gone too far and she’d known what she was doing. She’d been trying to see what she could get away with and he was going to show her. Going through the bedroom, he knew exactly what to do. When he’d been describing the St. Andrew’s cross, he’d seen her reaction. The spanking bench had turned her on, but the idea of being tied and completely exposed had really made her hot. So he went straight to the far corner and set her down.
“What—” The word was swallowed up in a gasp as she looked up.
Before she could back away, as if he would let her, he had her wrists secure and knelt to maneuver her legs into position.
“What are you going to do?” she whispered.
He glanced up and smiled. Her satiny skin was dripping again. He slid a finger inside and felt her clench around him. God, she was hot!
“What am I going to do?” he repeated softly, locking her ankles into the cuffs. He stood and pressed his body against hers. “Whatever I want.” He dipped his finger in her pussy, pulled it out and pressed it against her back opening. “You’re going to enjoy me fucking your ass.”
“No.” She shook her head. “It will hurt.”
“Then why was it part of your fantasy?” He pressed his fingertip into her anus. “I think you like a bit of pain with your sex. Not pain with penetration, Francine. That’s different. I think you want someone to take control of you and give you no choice about what is done to you.”
“The thing you used before was smaller than you are. And...” She shook her head. “It was a fantasy,” she whispered. “That’s all.”
His finger went to the next knuckle.
“Mmm, but fantasies are windows to what we really want,” he said in her ear. He felt the tension in her body. “You just needed a man to take you in hand and push you beyond what you thought possible or right. You needed someone to possess you, sweetheart. Deep down inside, you had a hunger, a need for someone to control you, to demand that you surrender control to him. A man who wanted nothing more than to fuck you silly. Lucky for you that you found me. I know how to do what you need. I know how to take care of you in every sexual way. Including here.”
His finger was all the way in and he held his breath as the musc
les nearly cut off the circulation.
“I’m scared,” came her whimper. She rested her cheek on the center support. “I’ve been hurt and…”
“Shh,” he murmured, wrapping his free arm around her waist. “I won’t hurt you. Before I fuck your ass, I’ll do everything I can to make sure you’re as ready as possible. All right?” He brushed the damp strands off her face. “I’ve never deliberately caused pain to a sub and I’m not about to start with you.” He held his breath.
Slowly, she nodded.
He exhaled in relief. “I’ll put a larger butt plug in you now to start that preparation.”
“Yes,” she agreed. “Master?”
“Yes?”
“I’m sorry for doubting you. You haven’t done anything to hurt me. I’m just…I’ve just got a lot on my plate right now.”
He nodded, carefully easing his finger from her. Pressing his lips to her temple, he felt her relax in his embrace.
“You’re learning quickly, sweetheart. It’s a pleasure to have you at my command.”
Her head fell against his shoulder. His hand tangled in her hair and pulled her face further back. Hungrily their mouths met. His other hand covered a breast. She was soft, warm, pliable, and so damn eager! He suddenly wished he had secured her the other way. He could be inside her right now. Inside that hot pussy of hers. He growled and she whimpered, wriggling her butt against his cock.
“God, I’m not sure which of us is more insatiable,” he whispered, trying to catch his breath. He closed his eyes, content to hold her for a moment. “You ready for the butt plug?”
She nodded. He could see the apprehension in her eyes, along with the trust. Going to the cabinet, he was aware of her gaze following his every movement. When he pulled out the smallest plug, he heard her moan. Turning around with the plug and lubricant in his hands, he saw that she’d turned her head in the other direction. Her slender body trembled against the polished wood.
He understood. He’d seen subs go through this before. Even though she trusted him, they were about to go into unknown territory for her. Conflicting emotions were racing through her. She was in a world she didn’t know, despite her fantasies. She was with a man she didn’t know. She was helpless and vulnerable to whatever he wanted to do to her.
“Francine?” he spoke in a low voice. “Are you all right?”
She took a couple deep breaths before slowly raising her head. After another deep breath she looked at him. The courage of a sub could not be underestimated, Grant realized. And the majority of subs he’d come across were women. Could a man have that much inner strength? That much grace and trust to submit so completely to another person? He didn’t think he could.
“I am now,” she replied softly.
Standing next to her, he touched her cheek.
“I’ll be watching your body for any signs of pain,” he assured her. “But, if you can’t handle something, tell me immediately. Discomfort for a few minutes is one thing, but if it doesn’t feel right, speak up. Tell me. Understand?” Her wide blue-green eyes held so much trust. “We haven’t come up with a safe word for you yet. Any ideas?”
She frowned and remembered the silk on the spanking bench. “Silk or leather?”
“Silk if everything is good and leather if anything is bad. If anything, at anytime, hurts, you say ‘leather’ and I’ll stop immediately. If I ask how you’re feeling and you’re all right with everything we’re doing, just say ‘silk’.”
“I understand. Thank you.” She smiled.
“Now, I’m going to put this in to get you ready for my dick here.”
She nodded. Again, her eyes tracked his movements as he lubed the plug. He knelt behind her and lifted her ass cheeks so they parted. The puckered hole beckoned him and he put the tip against it.
“That’s cold!”
“Not for long,” he told her.
Steadily pushing, he inserted the plug all the way. For a moment, he admired the firm, round, white ass before him. His hands smoothed over the smooth skin of her ass and thighs.
“You really are the perfect woman,” he murmured. “No wonder everyone wants you to represent their product.”
“I’m not perfect, just photogenic.” she stated, meeting his eyes. She shrugged. “Yes, the money is great, but the attention can actually get ridiculous at times. I won’t mind when the next ‘it’ girl comes along.”
“Well, I’d say you had good fortune there.” He smiled up at her. Her words seemed genuine, but he’d learned not to trust words from a woman. “Ready for your punishment?”
“Punishment for what?” She frowned. “I lost track.”
“For acting like a spoiled child,” he reminded her.
“Well, if I’m spoiled, I’d say that’s your fault,” she answered pertly.
“My fault?”
“For being such a good lover that I can’t get enough of you.”
“Uh-huh.” He nodded, standing and brushing her long hair over her shoulder to leave her back bare. He went to the cabinet. “Nice try, sweetheart.
He opened the top drawer and pulled out one of his favorite toys—a soft tipped cat o’ nine tails. It wasn’t so much for punishment, but for teasing a sub and keeping them on the edge. If she thought he’d taken her to the brink before, she’d be nearly incoherent by the time they were done with this scene.
Francine stared at the device in his hand. Several leather strips hung from a leather-wrapped wand. He was going to use that on her? No fucking way! He stepped toward her and she opened her mouth. Before she could speak, he raised his arm and swung it around.
She gasped as the leather hit her back. Not from pain, although it did sting a bit. More from just being struck than anything. Now he trailed the leather strips up her leg, and she closed her eyes. Okay, now she got it. He was going to tease her with this thing. She bit her bottom lip as he pulled it away. The strips came down and wrapped around her right hip.
He repeated the action continually, leaving little of her back untouched. And she felt her ass cheeks tremble from the effort of keeping the plug in. He went to the cabinet and picked up a bigger plug. With a small moan, she rested her forehead against the center support. He pulled the plug out and carefully pushed the bigger one in. To Francine, the new one felt twice as big, but she knew his erection was even bigger.
“All right, sweetheart?” he whispered in her ear. “What’s your word?”
“S…silk,” she gasped. “The plug,” she panted, squeezing her ass to hold it in. When it started to vibrate, she panicked slightly. “What…it’s moving.”
“To prepare you better. I’m not going to just insert Tab A into Slot B,” he reminded her, hands stroking her back and sides. “Just like this.” He pressed against her and traced his fingers down her spine until they circled her puckered hole. “It’s so hard to wait to have my cock in this tight ass of yours.”
All she could think of was him fucking her like that. His heavy body on hers, pinning her to the mattress, or the floor, or even the cross she was bound to. She wouldn’t be able to resist him. That act more than anything else would be one of his total domination. And she didn’t want to wait anymore.
“Master, please,” she pleaded. “Take me like that now. Please.”
“Not yet, sweetheart. You’re not ready. I’d rather wait and make sure you can take me here.” His finger tapped the end of the plug. “Some Doms rush things. Their subs pay the price.” His lips nibbled the tip of her ear. “I’m not going to have that with you. Understand?”
Leaning back against him, she nodded. He was taking care of her. Even though it was clear that he wanted to penetrate that last orifice with his cock, he wasn’t going to until he was certain she could take him without being injured. That was certainly more than Kevin had done! The first time they’d had sex, that was where he’d taken her. No wonder, she realized, understanding dawning on her, she’d had trouble reacting to his touch later. Why on earth had she continued dating him? M
uch less accepted his proposal! Why had she stayed with someone who was such a…bully, she closed her eyes. This man was totally different. He was someone she had instinctively trusted just hearing his voice.
“I understand. Even though I want to feel you inside me now.”
Suddenly she felt his hands at her ankles. As his body supported her, he freed her wrists.
“Master?”
Without a word, he turned her around and refastened her to the cross. She whimpered. Oh, this was going to be worse! From the slight curve of his lips, she could tell that he wanted her begging for him to fuck her. No matter how much she tried, she knew she would. Her need for him would be greater than her pride.
His arm came up and down. She felt the soft leather across her breasts and belly. Heat flared, both in where the strikes landed and in her pussy. She moaned as he worked his way up and down her body. Master indeed! He knew a woman’s body and played her like a virtuoso with his favorite instrument. When a leather tip caught her pussy, she cried out, hearing her own hunger in the sound. Knowing how close she was, he increased the number of hits there, and the intensity.
Trembling, she felt her juices start dripping down her thighs.
“Master, please,” she whimpered. “Please.”
“What do you want, sweetheart?”
The leather strips fanned across her abdomen, wrapping around her thighs and teasing her clit and folds. She moaned, twisting toward him as much as possible.
“Please,” she begged.
“What do you need from me, sweetheart?” he said quietly, bringing his arm back again. “What do you want?”
“I need you,” she told him. “I want your cock inside my pussy. I need you.”
As she kept whispering the words, the lashes continued. She felt like she was in a new age meditation class and ‘I need you’ was her mantra. It was her sole focus. All that mattered was him fucking her. All she needed was him possessing her. Everything was a blur as her entire being centered on him taking her.
When the heat of his body suddenly pressed against hers, she gasped, startled. Then she melted against him. He already had a condom on. In her sexual haze, she hadn’t even noticed the pause when he’d put the toy down.
