by Amy Valenti
“Don’t thank me yet. We’re not done.”
Oh, I knew that, all right. The feel of his cock digging into my abdomen was a pretty obvious clue. “What can I do for you, Sir?”
Taking a risk, I reached down to wrap my fingers around his erection once again. This time he allowed it, pushing into my touch and groaning when I swirled my thumb across the sensitive head of his cock, gathering the moisture there.
“God, I need to fuck you, beautiful,” he murmured.
“I’m yours, Sir,” I whispered, my sated body stoked back into craving at the hunger in his eyes and voice.
“Yes, you are,” he said, his voice the perfect mix of amused and territorial. “And it was just this afternoon that I had to threaten to deny you an orgasm to get you to tell me that.”
It seemed so long ago, but he was right. I felt like a different person now, so much more in tune with my own sexuality, with what I needed, with what he wanted… Watching his eyes fall closed, I began to stroke his cock with more purpose. “Want me to play harder to get, Sir?” I asked.
His eyes flew open as he shifted on top of me. Was that genuine alarm I saw at my offer to make it more difficult for him to take me? “Don’t even think about it, Eleanor.”
I couldn’t help it. I burst into giggles even as I wrapped my legs around his waist. The laughter very quickly became a moan of satisfaction as he slid inside me, and as he pressed deeper I tilted my hips to welcome him in, pressing my heels against his firm ass.
When he was inside me to the hilt, as deep as he could go, we remained that way for a second, adjusting to the sensation. Then I whispered in his ear, “Take what’s yours, Sir.”
Oh, I knew I shouldn’t command him while I was wearing his collar, just as I was pretty sure he knew he should be disciplining me for it. But it had been hours since he’d shown up at the door to my apartment, hours that he’d denied himself pleasure while giving me so much attention and pain and ecstasy.
He began to take me, his initial long, slow thrusts quickly giving way to shorter, rougher ones that had me on fire. I rocked with him, letting him take complete control, clutching his shoulders hard as he slammed into me over and over. His muscles were taut under my fingers, as rock hard as his cock, which was driving me out of my mind.
Marc grabbed my knees, coaxed me to unwind my legs from around his waist and pushed on my shins until my bent legs were drawn in tightly against my body. From this new position, he thrust in and out of me faster, harder, his body gleaming with sweat and his focus on pleasure absolute. I rested more of my weight on my shoulders, giving him easier access to my pussy and gasping as the angle changed, his thrusts hitting my G-spot every time.
“Oh, right there!” I cried out, hugging my knees tightly to my chest as another orgasm began to build. “Don’t stop, Sir, please…”
“Don’t you dare come until I say so,” he growled, seizing me by the hips and pounding into me all the harder.
Poised on the edge, shaking with need and almost out of my mind, I squeezed my eyes shut, knowing I was about to tip. “Can’t… oh!”
Helplessly, I let the climax overtake my senses, unable to halt it. Marc said something to me, but I couldn’t make it out as wave after wave surged through me, washing away everything else. As aftershocks rocked me and I gasped in air, trying to get my breath back, Marc slammed deep into me with a cry of his own, his body shaking with the force of his own release. I wrapped my legs around him again as he rode it out, kissing the side of his neck.
He rolled off me unsteadily, reaching for me in the next second, and I rested my head on his chest, smiling as I listened to the pounding of his heartbeat.
As we calmed, though, and the ache of my flogged ass returned now the aftershocks had faded, I began to feel a little nervous. He’d ordered me not to come, and I had. It hadn’t been on purpose, but would he believe that?
As if he’d sensed me tense up, Marc tilted his head to look at me. “Something to say?”
Oh, those words again… The ones he’d said before he’d turned my life upside down and kissed me for the first time, and again when he’d had me kneeling, blindfolded and naked, in front of him. I couldn’t help but give a shiver in response, even though my body was exhausted and fulfilled.
“I’m sorry I came before you gave me permission to, Sir.” I tried to meet his eyes, but couldn’t manage it. I didn’t want to see the disappointment in them. “I didn’t mean to, I just…”
Marc silenced me with a slow, affectionate kiss and I relaxed into the embrace, reassured. When he broke away, I opened my eyes to find him smiling a little.
“You’re new at this, Nell. It’s a learning curve and you couldn’t obey that time. With practice, you’ll be able to hold back more easily.”
I nodded. “Okay.”
He pressed his lips to my forehead, then shifted away from me. “Turn over onto your stomach and get comfortable. I’ll be a second.”
I did as he asked, savouring the swish of cool silk against my skin, and had almost dropped into a doze when I felt the mattress dip under his weight again. Cracking an eye open, I watched him open a jar of some kind of ointment.
When he smoothed his fingers over the sore skin of my ass, I sighed at the sensation of cool ointment over the warmth. “That feels amazing.”
Marc didn’t reply, but I could easily imagine his sexy half-smile. He continued to stroke the cream into my inflamed flesh with a gentle, yet confident touch, and I drifted, allowing him to pamper me.
“Shouldn’t I be the one letting you kick back and relax?” I asked after a while. “Your arm must be tired after all that spanking and stuff.”
Marc massaged a last smear of ointment into the back of my thigh. “You’re the one who needs the ointment. Trust me, you’ll thank me in the morning.”
“I trust you, Sir.” As he twisted the lid back onto the jar, I rolled onto my side to look at him. God, he’s so gorgeous…
He sat down on the bed again and gathered me in his arms. “Scene’s over, Nell. I’m gonna take off the collar now, okay?”
I nodded, a little wistful, and held back my hair while he unfastened the collar. I loved the way it felt, loved the way it made me feel—owned, but free at the same time—but things would be way too confusing if this interaction between us was constant.
He lay down beside me, watching me with a slight smile. “Penny for your thoughts.”
“Do I call you Sir, or Marc? When I’m not wearing the collar, I mean. God, this is complicated.”
His smile became a full-on grin. “It’s as complicated as you make it. Some people like to make it really complicated. I’ll leave it up to you. When you feel submissive enough, you can use ‘Sir’. If you’re not in that headspace, don’t.”
“You won’t feel like I’m trying to manipulate you into dominating me if I use ‘Sir’?”
“No—it just tells me you’re in the mindset. If I’m not in the same headspace, I just won’t take you up on it. Not that I can imagine that will happen often…but if it does, there’s always a new horror movie we can watch. Or we could even have vanilla sex, though the thought may shock you…”
I leaned against him, amused. “There really are two sides to you, aren’t there? The Dom side, and the rest of you.”
“That a good thing, or a bad thing?” There was a slight edge to his tone, as if he was on the defensive.
“Neither.” I shrugged and looked up at him. “I just don’t quite get it. The Dom thing—is it instinctive, or do you switch it on and off?”
He thought about it. “A little of both. With you, it’s easier to fall into that. Something in you just calls to that part of me, and when you respond to what I say the way you do, I can never resist provoking you even more.”
I brushed my lips against his, intrigued. “So it’s not a Jekyll and Hyde thing?”
“Like a split personality? No.” He drew back the bedcovers, shifting his divine body in order to do so. “Of
course, I could be just saying that and hiding my enormous stash of psychiatric medication in the closet.”
“Is that under your porn stash?” I couldn’t help but tease him.
He slapped my ass lightly, making me gasp as my tenderised skin protested, and slid beneath the covers, beckoning for me to join him. “Nah, the porn stash is under the bed.”
“Good to know.” I slipped between the cool sheets and curled up against Marc’s firm, warm body. “Goodnight… Sir.”
He draped an arm over my body and laughed softly. “Night, my sub.”
* * * *
Dear Diary,
According to what I’ve seen of him so far, Marc has two sides to him—not in a split personality sense, but in the way everyone does. The Dom side can make me fall at his feet at a snap of his fingers, but the other side is just as intriguing.
He made me feel welcome on my first day at the Cassidy Corporation. Well, until I put my foot in my mouth, that is. He listened to me talk about my likes and dislikes over dinner, despite my best efforts to persuade him to forget about our dinner plans and just take me against the wall in my apartment. He seems to share my love of the horror genre, and he’s capable of making me laugh and relax, even in the middle of the most intense sexual experience of my life.
I was pretty sure I was in over my head from the start, when it was just my sexual strings he was pulling. Now my emotions are getting involved, I have to face it. I’m falling fast, and I’m scared this is all going to go really, really wrong somehow.
I thought about telling him this was all moving too quickly for me to handle, that I needed time and space. But then he kissed me like he couldn’t stop himself—not in a dominant way, just as his regular self—and my brain short-circuited.
He’s sleeping now, and I’m in the bathroom that leads off the dungeon, writing this and trying to get my head straight. No, scratch that—he’s awake, calling me from the bed, and it’s like I’ve still got the collar around my neck and he’s pulling on my leash.
I can’t end this just because I’m too scared to see where it leads. I want him so much…
Keep an eye out for Hot, Rich and Dominant 3 – coming soon!
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“They’re all watching us, you know.” Josh’s casual tone sent a shiver down my spine, and I flicked my gaze over to the spectators’ area of the play space without raising my head. I couldn’t see too well through my peripheral vision, but I got the sense that they were all there; every single person who was present the night we were introduced.
My mind spun further into a submissive haze, and I closed my eyes to try to ease it. Not that it helped. I was kneeling in front of him in my underwear—even if we’d been alone, that would’ve been enough.
“We’ve drawn this game out for too long for them not to be curious. And word travels in this scene. By now, even the dungeon masters want to know what I’m gonna do to you. I’ll bet they wouldn’t even step in if I was to fuck you in front of everyone here…”
I forgot how to breathe; humiliation and longing combined to prickle over my skin. “You wouldn’t,” I said, but I wasn’t sure whether it was a declaration of bravado or a question.
“You sure about that?” Josh crouched beside me and stroked a hand over my tense, trembling body; down my abdomen, over the waistband of my panties and down between my spread thighs. I bit back a whimper as his fingers trailed over my cunt for the first time, rubbing lightly over the scrap of damp fabric, then just a little harder.
Or maybe I was pressing myself into his hand. I didn’t know any more.
“Looked at you,” he growled in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “Desperate for me to get you off with my fingers, and we haven’t even kissed yet. You little slut.”
There was just the right amount of feigned disgust in his voice to turn me on still further. If I could remember how to speak, I’d be pleading for his kiss, his touch, his anything…
He got to his feet and paced around to my other side. “I’m betting you won’t even last a five minute scene before you’re begging for me to fuck you. Maybe I should just skip the formalities and get right to it, here in the middle of the dungeon.”
My exhibitionism fetish wasn’t usually this extreme, but another surge of heat rushed through me at his words, and I was almost sobbing with frustration now. “Please… Sir…”
“You’re begging me to take you in full view of everyone here?” Josh adopted a mildly shocked tone, and I thanked god the spectators’ area was far enough away that they wouldn’t be able to hear him over the music. “Sorry, little tease. Not really my style. While you’re mine, only I get to watch you come…”
I scrambled for the last shred of my defiance, the only part that hadn’t been frayed by time and imagination, his voice and his gaze. But there was nothing left. I was tired of resisting. I wanted him, and to be his. Completely his.
“Give me your orders, Sir.”
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Also by Amy Valenti
Hot, Rich and Dominant
Little Tease (Rack and Ruin #1)
Model Submissive (Rack and Ruin #2)
Always the Quiet Ones
Battle of Thrills
Dominance and Deception
Hidden Heat
Of Sawdust and Seduction
Shocked
Smoke and Mirrors
About the Author
Amy Valenti is a tarnished tease, and her mind has lived in the gutter since the day she realised what sex was. She hails from England, which she doesn’t find quite as exotic and sexy as the average US citizen seems to, but if people want to compliment her on her accent, that’s all fine with her! Her muses are many, fickle and very demanding.
She has a degree in creative writing and currently works as an editor. In her free time, she reads, writes and plays videogames. On the rare occasions she doesn’t have a laptop on her knee, she loves to curl up with friends and pets—and chocolate—for TV show and movie marathons.
Amy also writes erotica (without the romance!) under the pseudonym Sidonie Spice.
Find Amy Online
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