by Maren Smith
Carlie basked in his intensity, loved each deep stroke, and savored the long-awaited possession of his body. His thick arm muscles bunched as he lifted her until just his cock head remained snuggled inside her, his glittering, fierce gaze never leaving her face. “Don’t worry,” she gasped with the next, deep plunge. “I have no intention of saying anything right now except… more, Master, please.”
As if those few words busted a damn inside him, he let loose and gifted her with several, womb-bouncing thrusts before carrying her over to the bed and falling on top of her without breaking his hold. “Fuck, but you know how to get to me, God help us both.”
She didn’t care about his obvious struggle with his conscience; that was something she couldn’t help him with. All that mattered right now was keeping him right where he was and taking everything he cared to dish out. His heavy grunts, her softer moans and the slap of their hips pounding together reverberated around the otherwise quiet room. As big as she’d imagined, his cock filled her deeper and stretched her wider than anyone who’d come before him, and she loved the burn of discomfort as much as the way each stroke of his ridged hardness woke up every sensitive nerve ending in its path. He squeezed her buttocks, holding her pelvis still and tight so all she could do was take his pummeling invasion. Just as her sheath started rippling around his girth, heralding the onslaught of her orgasm, he pulled back and flipped her over, her glasses landing on the bed next to her, her face pressed to the mattress.
“Not yet.” Yanking her hips up, he drove back inside her, then paused to reach up and pull her hands to her lower back. Shackling her wrists in his grip, he leaned over her and said, “Now we can continue.”
Between his jackhammer thrusts and tight hold, Carlie had no choice but to go with the spiral of sensations ripping through her body. Meeting each deep plunge with eagerness, she found the animalistic sounds of their coupling worked more like an aphrodisiac than a turnoff. She’d never been taken with such ruthless intensity, with such single-minded purpose, and she relished the body-jarring assault.
Shudders still racked her body when he pulled out of her, her mind still foggy with pleasure. Their clothes rustled, drawing attention to the fact they’d only taken enough time to expose the necessary body parts to indulge in sex. Cool air chilled her backside with his withdrawal, but the warm flush from their frantic coupling remained while exhaustion seeped into her well-used body. It had been a heck of a day and she now just wanted to sleep and savor every moment.
“I need to get my nightshirt from my room,” Carlie mumbled when Luke stripped the dress off her and rolled her under the covers.
“If you’re sleeping with me, you’ll wear nothing.”
“Oh, okay.” Her easy compliance amused him, but his smile slipped when he turned from the temptation to take her again and padded into the bathroom, removing his pants on the way.
Ridding himself of the well-used condom, he swore he could still feel the tight contractions of her muscles squeezing and massaging his thick girth, the incredible, hot friction as she bathed him with the slickness of her release. Fucking Carlie had been akin to enfolding himself in warm silk, her pussy a cocoon of pleasure he never wanted to emerge from. He had a lot of soul-searching to do, and not a lot of time to do it in. Where they went from here, how he could reconcile himself with the sense he was betraying his best friend and the promise he’d given him with the need he couldn’t seem to suppress or get over for Carlie, he didn’t have a clue. Shaking his head at the dilemma, he washed and returned to the bed, and the first temptation to test his control.
Women had been coming and going in his life with such ease, he never gave them much thought after the sex. But, as he pulled Carlie’s soft, lush body against him, all he could think about were the things he wanted to do to and with her. That stubborn streak had always amused him. Until this weekend. Dreams of all the ways he could torment her round body while watching those expressive eyes shine with the pleasure he could heap upon her had been easily shoved aside during the light of day. Until yesterday. His promise to Evan, backed by believing her brother would never approve of a Dom/sub relationship for his baby sister, had always been his first priority in his relationship with her. Until he’d seen her on another Dom’s lap and jealousy gripped his chest. Her refusal to leave had shredded his control, her quick, eager responses to her introduction into bondage and domination, as harsh and painful as they were, hammered the last nail in his coffin, and fucking her sealed his fate.
Her arm came around his waist, her nipples searing his chest as she lay draped over him, those full curves a soft cushion for his hard, weary body. He fell asleep thinking of the little girl whose antics and blind devotion used to tickle him and wondering why he ever thought he could keep her on a pedestal, up high and out of his reach.
A soft, moist mouth covering his semi-erection roused Luke a few hours later. He blinked open his eyes to the dark room and Carlie’s face buried between his legs under the covers. Reaching down, he grabbed a handful of her thick hair just as she sucked him into full hardness. Swearing, he tugged hard on her scalp, her low groan vibrating straight up his shaft. His plan to take this morning to do some serious soul-searching and deep thinking just got shoved down her throat.
Cursing his inability to pull back, he growled, “I didn’t give you permission to touch me, little one.”
She released him long enough to whisper a reply, the warm caress of her breath wafting over his damp cock head drawing a shudder down his body. “You can punish me later.”
Her lips returned to his aching flesh, this time to suckle just the smooth, mushroom cap, her tongue driving him to the very edge with damp swirls around the rim before dipping underneath to stroke and press right where he was the most sensitive. The slow drip of pre-cum didn’t turn her off; instead, she flattened her tongue and laved his crown before sliding down his length, stopping only when she came to her hand wrapped around the root.
Luke tensed with the pleasure sweeping his body. Her tight grip followed the slow, strong suction as she pulled back up, the constant lap of her tongue abetted by sharp little nips along the pulsating veins. “Christ, you know what you’re doing, don’t you?” Luke yanked on her hair again; some perverted part of his psyche begging to experience the pleasure of another groan erupting from her throat against his flesh before he tossed the covers off and switched both hands to her hips. Turning them towards him, he pushed her thighs apart and delivered a stinging slap to one buttock, the meager glow from a bathroom nightlight offering enough illumination to detect the red imprint he left behind.
The press of her pebbled nipples against his side gave him an idea, and with another hard slap, he ordered, “Rub your nipples on my cock, Carlie, your hardness against mine.”
Carlie thrilled to the new instructions. She’d never done anything like that, then again, she’d done none of the things he’d introduced her to these past two days. The burn on her cheeks felt so damn good, she didn’t mind letting go of the treasure of his cock in her mouth for a few seconds to do his bidding. Lifting her chest, she cupped her right breast and brushed her nipple over the smooth cap first before tickling them both by rubbing down the thick, steel rod of his erection. It startled her the way she could feel the pulse of his blood flow through her nipple, the steady, pounding beat matching that of her heart. She switched breasts, giving her left nipple the same erotic pleasure before cushioning his hardness between the full softness of both mounds.
“I knew there was a reason I always loved your round body. That feels so fucking good.”
That praise brought about the warm fuzzy in her chest again and the yearning to suckle on all that hardness drew her mouth back to his cock. He landed a swat on her butt as she took him deep, smacked her sit-spots when she squeezed tight on her way up to swipe up more of his precious, seeping fluid. The harder she sucked, the harder he spanked, the heat building between the two of them rapidly reaching the combustible point. Her buttocks s
welled and throbbed along with his cock, her sheath dripped in a steady stream the same as his slit. Unable to keep from getting a little payback, she paused when she felt the telltale jerk of his penis that indicated his release was right there, ready to spew. Cupping his large sac, she turned enough to flip him a wicked, teasing grin.
“Since I didn’t have your permission, I better stop.”
His eyes narrowed and his jaw tightened with the threat in his reply. “You do, and I’ll let the Dungeon Master introduce you to his whip.”
Carlie turned to take him back in her mouth so fast he chuckled before administering a volley of swats that were sure to make sitting today difficult. Within seconds, his cock jerked with his spewing release, the stream jetting into her mouth and down her throat while she struggled to take all of it, and him. The pleasure of seeing to his needs accumulated between her legs, and to both of their shock, she splintered apart with the delivery of one last spank right on her swollen labia. The groans from their mutual climaxes ended when she returned to her senses with a burst of giggles and twisted around to sprawl on top of him.
“That was fun,” she quipped, pleasure from the entire night still running like molten lava through her veins. “And unexpected.” She’d never imagined she could orgasm from just a spanking. How freaking awesome was that?
“Yes, it was.” He tugged her hair and asked on a feigned, suffering sigh, “What am I going to do with you?”
Carlie sobered, her gaze turning solemn. “I don’t know, Luke. Only you can decide that.”
Luke woke to the growl of his stomach, surprised to note the mid-morning sun already shining through the window. Damn, when had he ever slept this late when on a case? As much as showering with Carlie appealed to him, he opted to use the bathroom first to give her more time to rest. They had little time left before she would board the bus to return to Granger, and he needed to get his head on straight and figure out where to go from here with their relationship. He indulged in one more drowsy caress down her smooth back and over the plump globes of her ass before easing her warm, soft body off his and sliding out of bed.
“Where are you going?” she murmured without opening her eyes.
“To shower. It’s mid-morning, and I’m hungry. You have fifteen more minutes though.”
She didn’t argue, rolled over and went right back to sleep. Luke padded into the bathroom, stepped into the shower and flipped on all the shower heads. Bracing his arms against the wall, he lowered his head and let the harder jets pelt his neck and back, hoping the heat and massage would ease the tenseness brought on by the decisions he needed to make. He wanted Carlie, that point had never been in question. How much had been proven the past two days, and how much she wanted him also was not in doubt. The big decision left still rested with his conscience. Could he maintain a steady Dom/sub relationship with her and live with the guilt of feeling as if he were betraying his best friend every moment they were together? Over the past two days, there’d been times when Evan hadn’t intruded between them, but only during the most intense, sexual moments. Between the stress of keeping her on that pedestal and out of his sexual reach and under his control this weekend, he was at his wits’ end with trying to decide the right path to take moving forward.
Luke didn’t make promises lightly, and when he did, he kept them. Part of that was due to his upbringing, and part to FBI training. Your partner and fellow agents needed to know you had their back, that they could count on you keeping to your promise to protect and serve. He wanted Carlie, but before he claimed her as his permanently, he had to find a way to put away the guilt, to live with knowing Evan would not have approved of this lifestyle for his baby sister.
Until then, he decided while drying off, he had another toy he wanted to introduce his sub to. May as well send her home happy and sated until his conscience allowed him to return to her and make her his once and for all.
Walking over to the bed naked, he whipped back the covers and swatted her ass. Her startled shriek was followed with a glare from those whiskey eyes as she rolled to her side, reached behind her and rubbed the offending red mark.
“You could’ve woken me nicely,” she grumbled.
“Could have but didn’t. I see you’re not a morning person.”
Luke saw the moment she noticed his nakedness and the interested gleam that replaced the morning grogginess in those eyes. “I could be,” she returned with a small smile.
“I need food before I take you up on that offer. You have ten minutes in the bathroom. If you’re not ready by then, I’ll haul your ass down wet and naked.”
Eyeing Carlie’s bouncing, pink butt as she scrambled out of bed and dashed into the bathroom threatened his determination to eat before playing with her again. Shaking his head at the insatiable lust she inspired, he pivoted to the small dresser and extracted the attached bullet vibrators. The small toys produced a powerful punch and would provide ample entertainment during their brunch.
He waited two minutes after hearing the shower turn off before walking in on her still drying off. “Damn, seeing you wet makes me want to add time in the Roman Baths to our agenda before you leave today.”
“What are you doing?” The suspicion in her voice when he knelt before her and urged her feet apart didn’t keep her from responding to his face at her crotch with a glistening sheen along her slit.
“Giving you a present. Trust me; you’ll like these little gadgets.” Inserting the pussy vibrator past her smooth folds, he kept his fingers inside while he looked up into her flushed face. “I love how fast you respond to my touch.” Pulling back, he twirled his damp fingers. “Turn around and bend over a little.” She didn’t hesitate, another thing he loved about her submissive side. He rubbed the excess cream from her vagina over the anal bullet attached by a thin, short cord before pushing it with relative ease past the tight restriction of her sphincter. “You’re loosening up nicely. You’ll be able to take my cock back here in no time.” The small shudder he felt under his hands could’ve been from excitement or uncertainty; either response acceptable at this point.
Coming to his feet, Luke pulled her back against him and let her feel his erection between her buttocks as he reached around and cupped her breasts. “I do love your body, little one, but to do it justice, I still need sustenance.” Pinching her nipples, he ordered, “Get a move on,” before leaving her with a frustrated glare and aroused body.
As soon as he’d dressed in the black pants and white pirate’s shirt he’d worn on Friday and set out the black skirt and peasant blouse he’d first seen Carlie in, a light rap fell on the door. Opening it, he smiled with warm welcome at seeing one of his favorite subs he’d enjoyed numerous times here at the Castle.
“Victoria, what brings you to my room this morning?”
“Master M, I saw you yesterday but didn’t get a chance to say hello. Are you free this morning?” she asked with an eagerness he’d always found both flattering and exciting. This time, however, his response to her wasn’t even close to what he usually felt when contemplating a scene with the tall, slender blonde.
Stepping into the hall, he ushered her a few feet from the door, saying, “I’m afraid not, sweetie.”
The first thing Carlie noticed when she came out of the bathroom was the peasant outfit draped on the bed; the second was Luke’s absence. Low voices out in the hall drew her attention to the slightly open door, and she wasted no time getting dressed in case he invited someone into the room. There were no panties with the clothes, but she doubted that was an oversight on his part. It was bad enough the bulbous vibrators nestled inside her orifices stirred against every nerve ending with each move, adding to the simmering arousal begun with that good-morning swat and view of Luke’s naked, six-foot-two body standing right in front of her. The toys were so effective without being turned on; she wondered what the impact of the vibrations would be, and how she’d contain it while they ate.
Curiosity drew her to the door when he didn�
��t return right away, but the peek out into the hall doused the pleasant, warm glow inside her with the rapid effectiveness of a bucket of ice water being dumped over her head. She nudged her glasses up, just to make sure she was seeing the way Luke leaned down toward the tall, skinny, attractive blonde and the look of fondness etched on his face correctly. A heavy constrictiveness settled in her chest, her throat tightening with the effort to hold back a sob. He’d never gazed at her quite that way, with open affection backed by sexual awareness.
Backing up, she closed the door and leaned against it and fought the tears threatening to fall. What had she expected; that he’d come here on previous visits just to socialize with the other Masters? It wasn’t the obvious sexual relationship the two had shared that upset her, but more the proof of his first preference for a playmate that stung like a slap in the face. Tall, skinny and pretty she was not; never had been and never would be.
Footsteps neared the door, galvanizing her into getting her shit together. She couldn’t allow him to see how vulnerable these past two days had made her. Before he’d touched her body, brought her alive in ways she’d never imagined were possible, she could keep her longing for more from Luke under strict control in order to keep him in her life. Now, that wouldn’t be possible, and the heartache of that loss tore at her until anger replaced despair when he stepped into the room with a bland, unconcerned expression.
“Good, you’re ready.” Holding out his hand, his smile turned to a frown when she sailed by him without taking it. “Something bothering you, Carlie?” he asked, closing the door behind them and snatching her hand before she got two steps past him.
“No. Where’d you go?” she returned in a clipped tone she didn’t bother to modify. Let him wonder at her attitude, she groused as they strolled toward the stairs.
