He pinched her other nipple. “I’m going to enjoy playing with these. Next time I’m going to have to bring the clamps.”
Her pelvis rocked with the wickedly sexy image he brought to mind.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, my dirty little kitten.” He pulled and pinched each of them again.
She quivered as warm wet heat blanketed her pussy lips.
After resting his forehead against hers, he dragged the tip of his cock through her folds and pushed his way in.
A moan escaped, but he took her mouth with the same passion and speed. She could taste the saltiness of her cum on his lips. His cock filled her and brought her overflowing amounts of pleasure. Together they were joined by something so powerful. She’d never experienced sex like this before.
He pulled from her mouth, and his cock pulsed at the entrance. “This whole room is watching you get fucked.”
“They’re watching the most fantastic fuck this room has ever seen. Believe me.”
“You’ve seen your fair share here?”
“I have, sir, and none have been this monumental.”
“You do know how to encourage me.” He pushed all the way back in.
“I’m only getting started, sir.”
“I’m counting on it.” He pumped into her with greater speed. In and out he stroked her from the inside, hitting the spot she needed most.
“I’m coming, sir.” She screamed through her pleasure.
“You’re beautiful.” The hard hitting rhythm continued. His cock stroked through the pulses of her continued orgasm. Before she finished, he roared his pleasure and then ravished her mouth.
While wrapped in his arms, she enjoyed the sting of her ass and the gentle movement from his cock that was still deep inside her. The crowd around them cheered. She lay there comfortable and safe in his arms.
“Thank you, sir. I had no idea how freeing a punishment could be.”
“You’re welcome, and you took it beautifully.” He brushed his knuckles over her lips. “I hope I don’t have to punish you for these same reasons again.”
“I heard you this time, sir. Thank you for not giving up on me.”
“I may not have seen you coming, but now it feels like something is missing when I’m not with you.”
“I know exactly what you mean.” She wrapped her arms around him. “Now that I know you, I want to be with you.”
“Since you’ll be taking your safety a little more seriously, I look forward to having many more evenings with you. However, I’m guessing we’ll be back here for punishment and pleasure again all too soon.” He picked her up and tapped her ass.
She twitched in his arms and then relaxed. “Promise?”
“Absolutely, my little naughty kitten.”
Chapter Six
Several weeks later, Emma walked out of the locker room at Club Voyage, looking forward to another night with her Dom. He was making her wait tonight. It wasn’t an extra shift this time. He was helping another Dom at the club with an addition he was making on his house. She was proud to be with a man that was so helpful to others, the Doms and subs alike. He really was the real deal.
A new group of Masters was being announced tonight, and her fingers were crossed that Miles would finally get what he’d been wanting.
She spotted Mary and Master Colin and walked towards them, but halted when she overheard what Colin was saying.
“I’m happy for them, really. It’s just that I’m surprised because I thought Miles was on track for becoming a Master at the club. I know she makes him very happy, and I know how that can change a man’s perspective.” He caressed Mary’s cheek. “I’m just surprised. I’m getting water. Do you want anything?”
“No, I’m good, thanks.” She kissed him tenderly. “I’m going to wait here for Emma.”
When Colin was halfway to the bar, Emma said, “What does Colin mean?”
“Emma, I didn’t see you there.” She grasped her arm.
“I don’t think Colin did either. What did he mean?”
“Apparently, the Doms that are in training to be Masters take an oath of sorts. It’s not celibacy or anything. It sounds like the opposite of celibacy. They’re not supposed to take on a specific submissive and definitely not collar anyone, during their initial period anyway.”
“I didn’t know that. Miles never said anything.”
“It’s not written. It’s just the way things have always been done. They’ve never wanted the new Masters to be distracted, and it’s how they show their loyalty to all the submissives in the club.”
“Fuck.” A sharp pain hit her heart. For the one thing he’d been working towards to be taken away for connecting with the one he hadn’t planned to meet really sucked. To be the cause sucked, too. Life really did have shitty timing sometimes.
“Emma, there’s nothing to worry about. Miles has already told Charlie and Keller his intentions. There’s nothing to be done. He chose you.”
Tears pushed at the backs of her eyes. The ceremony wasn’t starting for a few more hours. She might still have time to fix it. After spotting Mistress Charlie across the club, she rushed to her.
“Excuse me, Mistress.” She bowed and stood in one of the submissive poses she’d been practicing.
“Good evening, Emma.”
“I’d like to announce that Miles Hoffmann and I are no longer attached. He’s free to receive the deserved title of Master.”
“I thought you two were very happy together.”
“More than happy. He’s all I ever dreamed of. Once I saw him coming, that was it.” She squeezed her hands together, rubbing them back and forth. “I didn’t stop to think about the havoc it would cause. That’s something I’m working on. He cares enough to make sure I don’t stand in my own way, and I won’t stand in his way either.” She forced her hands back into position. “Mistress Charlie, he’s had a goal of becoming a Master for ages, long before he came to Club Voyage. I don’t want to be what stands in his way. He gives so much to the people around him. It’s about time someone steps aside to make life easier for him.”
“You’d forsake your own heart?”
“For Miles, I would. He’s broken me of so many of my bad habits. Can you please see that nothing stands in the way of him receiving this honor?”
“Oh, I can see. I see perfectly.” She kissed her on the cheek. “Thank you, Emma. Come with me, dear.” She pulled her towards the back of the club. “I received a cryptic call from Keller today with a few changes for tonight’s ceremonies, but adding Miles to the Master ceremony was not one of them.”
“But Mistress Charlie!”
“Hush, child.” She pointed to the marquee, which was covered. After Mistress Charlie raised her hand high, a sub standing there pulled off the sheet. “There’s no need because he’s already received the designation.”
“I don’t understand.” She looked up at the sign that read, “Collaring Ceremony, starring Master Miles and submissive Emma”.
“You had to know this was coming?”
Her pulse pounded in her ears. She closed her eyes a couple of times and reread the sign, finding the same amazing announcement. “I had a feeling. I mean, we talked about it last week, but...”
“When Miles asked this week to be removed from Master training because he refused to give you up, Keller wouldn’t accept it. One of the many things I like about Keller is his willingness to change things when it fits the couple.”
“Miles is a Master?”
“Yes, and he’ll be your Master, if you accept.” She stepped in close to Emma. “We can talk about this away from the crowd if you want. Miles will wait.”
“He’s in there now?”
“Yes.”
She squeezed her tight. “Thank you, Mistress.” Emma took off and pushed through the doorway, only stopping when she found her man on stage. He looked so damn perfect in his Master uniform. The simple embroidery across his chest signified the respect he’d earned, the resp
ect she couldn’t wait to show him. She’d thought his police uniform was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen him in, but this definitely took the cake. The supple leather molded to his thick thighs, and his cock bulged. He was ready for her.
She came down front.
“Master.” Her pussy quaked with need. She was going to love calling him Master.
“My Emma. I’ve been waiting for you, kitten. I’ve been waiting a long time.”
She smiled up at her man, feeling the power of his love. Sometimes life got it just right.
She crawled onto the stage and knelt at his feet, with her knees slightly spread, her hands clasped behind her back, and her gaze towards the floor.
“When Master Keller lifted my rank today, I thought he made my biggest dream come true.”
“I know how hard you’ve worked, sir. I’m so proud of you.”
“In realizing one dream, I’ve discovered I can no longer wait for the other.” He grasped her chin and lifted.
“I’m yours, sir. Do with me as you please.” She swallowed against the building nerves.
“I want to link you to me.” He presented her with a collar.
“Oh, Miles, yes. Over and over again, yes.” The silver chain was held together with a pair of handcuffs. “It’s exactly what we wanted. How did you make this happen?”
“It’s all you, my sweet kitten.” He fixed it around her neck. “You’ve shaken me from the chains that held me back.” He helped her to stand, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. “With your love and trust, I do believe anything is possible. I’m a lucky man.”
“Our love has made us both lucky.”
The End
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Chapter One
Stripes of red and white drape the casket. A patch of blue, dotted with white stars, rolls toward me as Marines decked in their dress blues fold the flag. Through the blurred sheen of my tears Jason's features come into focus, and he hands the flag to my mother. His emotionless face stabs at my heart, widening the hole left there by Roger's death. Though I know inside, Jason's hole is as deep as mine. He just said goodbye to his best friend, my brother.
Cold, fat rain drips from the sky, plunking hard against my chilled skin as the casket lowers into the ground. The only way I can tell them apart from my tears is the salt slicking my lips. Heavy labored breaths puff in and out of my mouth, pain welling in my chest as the finality of it hits me. The world around me spins in a darkening whirl, and my body wobbles, numbness taking hold of limbs I no longer have control over.
Warm, strong arms catch me and hold me tight. I don't know who they belong to. Neither my mind nor my heart cares. The sobs come in convulsions, ripping through my body like a hurricane. I'm no longer the strong one I've somehow managed for the last two weeks. The one that my mother needed me to be. I'm simply Katy, and I hurt as I say goodbye to my only brother, dead at age twenty-five.
Screams clawing their way up the back of my throat make it to my lips. My hands jut forth, begging Roger to come back to me. Those same strong arms that caught my fall earlier hold me back now, and pull me close against a heated chest. Large, white-gloved hands comb through my hair and caress my back. The priest douses the casket one last time with holy water before a shovel of dirt covers it.
It is over.
He is gone.
The giant hole in my heart widens enough I fall through it into blackness.
****
“Katy,” a voice says in the fog-filled echo of my head. “Can you hear me?”
His familiar voice warms what's left of my soul. A reminder he lives while my brother lies in a cold grave.
“Katy,” Jason says once more.
My eyes flutter open, and I take in my surroundings. I roll over, nearly right off his lap, as my legs stretch the length of the leather seat in the limousine. Water stains his starched dress-blue pants, from the rain or my tears I'm not sure. I train my gaze over his uniform, and my eyes lock onto his ice-blue ones.
“Jason?” I whisper, as tremors shake my body.
He eases me back against him, wrapping an arm around my body. His broad chest swallows my petite frame as my fingertips trace over the medals decorating his jacket.
“I'm here. I've got you.” My chestnut hair contrasts with his still white-gloved fingers as he curls me tighter to him.
“I … I can't believe he's gone,” I choke out as the sobs gain control of my body once more.
“I know. It should've been me, Katy.” His chest rumbles, and his chin brushes the top of my head as he nods. “It should've been me.”
My shoulders hitch, and I shoot up from his embrace. “Don't talk like that. Don't you ever say that. It shouldn't have been either of you, dammit!”
A tear careens over his cheek as he stares motionless out the tinted window of the limo. Sliding my hand against his face, I swipe at it with my thumb. Glassy eyes stare back at me as he turns and locks onto my gaze. “I'm trying to be strong here. I'm a fucking Marine. But I just buried my best friend because I couldn't get to him in time. I don't know how I'm gonna live with myself.”
His Adam's apple bounces in his throat as he chokes back more tears. In the twenty years I've known Jason, I've seen him cry twice. The first, when he gave me a chocolate covered strawberry for Valentine's Day when I was eight and he was ten. I turned it down, but only because I hate chocolate. Not because it came from him, but he didn't know it at the time.
And now today, at my brother's funeral.
Jason's one of the strongest men I've ever known, aside from Daddy whom we lost ten years earlier to cancer. It's been my mom, Roger, and me ever since. And Jason, who became as much a part of our family as if we'd adopted him while his folks traveled for work. He spent the majority of his childhood at our house.
“No one blames you, Jason. We all knew going in that both of you may not come back when you got deployed.” A lump lodges in my throat, and I choke back a cough, fighting another wave of tears. “I've prayed every night since we got the news, thankful when we finally learned you weren't among the casualties as well.”
My hand locks around his gloved fingers. He gives them a tight tug. I press my tongue against the back of my clenched teeth, forcing the tears to stay at bay.
The limo stops in front of my apartment building, and Jason helps me from the car. Silence dominates our walk to my front door, neither of us needing to speak. I let myself inside and toss the keys to the counter where they skid over the top, crashing to the kitchen floor on the other side. And I leave them there.
Jason remains in the doorway, his barracks cover tucked under his arm. I spin around and look at him, so handsome in his dress uniform. Ice-blue eyes under dark, buzz-cut hair stare back at me. His clean-shaven chiseled jawline clenches. Broad shoulders stand at attention, muscular and strong from years in the Marines. But I've had a crush on him from long before he filled out a uniform. Since that day he gave me that strawberry. What I wanted from him was a kiss, not chocolate. But I never got to tell him because he ran away.
“You gonna be okay?” he asks from the doorway.
“No. I'll never be okay ever again.” My lips tremble as I force the words out. “But I'm sure in time I'll somehow learn to survive.” An ache burns in my chest, and I lurch forward as the tears overwhelm me once more.
Jason dashes in from the doorway and collects me in a puddle, carrying me to the sofa. Warm, safe arms wrap around me and curl me to his chest. His cologne stiffens my nostrils and floods my belly with a warmth I haven't felt in a long time.
“Stay with me tonight,” I whisper as I cling to his jacket like a lifeline. “I don't wanna be alone.”
He swallows hard, jolting my head against his chest, and the pace of his heartbeat quickens. I know he'd never take advantage of me. I'm like his little sister. He's never thought of me more than that, especially since Roger was his best
friend. But for the last fifteen years I've never stopped dreaming about Jason, wishing and hoping some day he'd feel the same way about me.
Then the military took over his, and my brother's, lives. I rarely saw them over the last four years. And now this.
“Are you sure?” he asks in more of a gasp than words. “I won't leave you if you need me.”
I crawl into his lap, my thin black dress gathering up my thighs as I straddle him. My fingers curl into his jacket, yanking it toward me as my heated watery glare locks onto his. “There's a hole in my heart, Jason. I need something to fill it. I need you to fill it. Take me away from this pain.”
Wide eyes stare back at me as he shakes his head. “You're not asking what I think you are, are you, Katy?”
“Don't you feel it?” I suck in a gasping breath, choking on my tears. “The stabbing pain gouging a hole in your soul?” I plead with my eyes. “Make it stop.” My lips tremble like little jackhammers. “Please, make it stop.”
Large hands grip the sides of my face, his blazing glare boring another hole into my already porous heart. “Think about what you're asking me to do. I just fucking lost my best friend, Katy. Yes I feel a hole. I feel the pain on a level you can't even imagine. But I'm not gonna betray him and sleep with his sister. I can't do it.”
His words gut me. My bottled emotions overflow in liquid rejection careening over my cheeks. I fight the urge to pummel his chest with my clenched fist. Rage teeters a thin gray line hovering over my heart. Anything is better than the grief settling like winter in my soul.
“That's all I've ever been to you? Never once did you ever think of me as more than that? As more than just Roger's little sister?” Salty tears continue to rain down my cheeks, slicking my nose and lips. “You don't get it, do you? I don't want to be your sister. I want you to fuck me, Jason. I want you to fill me. And when I need you most, you're turning your back on me.” My chest convulses in sobs as I punch him.
“Shit, Katy!” His eyes shoot wide again as he grips my face again in his hands. Our gazes glue to one another. Heavy, heated breaths huff in and out of his chest beneath me. “I have no words.”
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