Unleashed: Declan & Kara (Unleashed #1-4; Beg for It #1)

by Callie Harper

  I gasped. What did he mean, train my ass? I remembered yesterday in the dressmaker’s shop, his two fingers deep in my forbidden hole. I felt so embarrassed that I’d let him do that. No one had ever touched me there before. I’d come so hard from him finger-fucking my ass. How was he going to train me?

  Scared, unsure, but driven on, I slipped out of my dress and lay it on the dresser. I didn’t want to take the time to hang it up. I knew he wouldn’t want me to and, honestly, I felt too eager under his hot, watchful gaze. I didn’t know what he was going to do to me, but my body was already shaking with need for it.

  Removing my bra, I stepped out of my panties, then my heels. Declan stood a few feet away from me, his arms crossed against his massive chest, darkly watching my every move.

  Quivering, I stood before him completely naked.

  “Kneel.” He ordered, pointing down to the plush carpet before him.

  A week ago, if you’d told me I would strip naked and kneel at the feet of a man at his command, I would have told you to go to hell. But at Declan’s order, I did what I was told, a rosy flush stealing over my face, body and chest. I could feel arousal bloom deep inside of me.

  He walked around, surveying me as I knelt there, naked, hands by my sides.

  “I need to train you because by the end of this week you’re going to take every inch of my cock up your ass,” he explained, cold and clear. My pussy clenched and I swayed slightly in response. “I’m going to fuck your ass hard. So you need to work up to it.” He stood before me now and I could see his cock pushing against his pants, the hard, long bulge a reminder of his immense size. I honestly couldn’t imagine taking him all in my ass. It would hurt so much. I couldn’t do it.

  He watched me and I could tell he could see the panic in my eyes. It made him smile.

  “You should be nervous,” he agreed. “I’m going to stretch you and you are going to be very tight.” His words should have made me want to run from the room. Instead, my nipples tightened, their pebbled, pink buds betraying my arousal to him. I wanted him to stretch my ass, and he knew it.

  “Yes.” He reached out two fingers to a nipple, teasing it lightly between his fingers. Tilting my head back, I leaned into his touch. “I know what you need, Kara.” My lips parted in a moan. I needed him.

  He withdrew his fingers. Striding over to the master bedroom closet, he reached up to a shelf and took out a black leather case.

  “I bought something for you, Kara. Now it’s time to show you.”

  I knelt there, riveted, watching as he snapped open the case and took out two large, black rubber objects. They were each longer than his hand, one wider than the other, smooth and shiny.

  “Do you know what these are?” he asked, standing them up on the bureau.

  “No,” I answered honestly.

  “I didn’t think you would.” He sounded pleased at my innocence. “They are butt plugs. I’m going to shove them up your ass. Tonight this one.” He pointed to the smaller of the two. “Tomorrow this one.” He picked up the larger plug and held it in front of my shocked face. My jaw dropped in surprise. Butt plugs? That sounded so shockingly vulgar, that black rubber thing impossibly huge. I couldn’t take that up my ass!

  “Declan.” I shook my head, shrinking away. “I can’t—!”

  “Kara.” He cupped my chin in his hand, tilting my face up to him. I could feel the warmth of his palm and instinctively leaned toward him again, wanting more. My face came close to his erection, right near the hard length of him pressing against his pants.

  “You can stop me, you know,” he said, quietly, surely. “You may tell me to stop and this is all over.” He looked into my eyes. I looked back up and didn’t say a word. “Or,” he continued, “you may choose to take your punishment. You can show me how much you want this. And you can please me very much.” His thumb caressed my chin, lightly brushed against my lips and I moaned, my eyes fluttering closed. The slightest touch from him incited a riot within me.

  “Good,” he whispered and my pussy throbbed in response. Oh how I wanted to please him.

  His voice harsh again, he continued, “Now I’m going to blindfold you, tie you up and start your training.”

  My eyes flew open. Blindfold? He’d done it once before and I’d liked it, I had, but it was such a loss of control. And to be tied up and blindfolded at the same time?

  He brought a black silk band between his two hands and pulled it taut with a snap. I jumped as if he’d hit me.

  “This will not hurt,” he reassured me. But there was an implication in his statement. This wouldn’t, but other things he was about to do would. I stayed still as he tied the silk blindfold across my eyes and behind my head, secure but not too tight. He brought his thumb again to my lips, caressing, and I parted them in response.

  “I like seeing you like this,” he murmured. “Do you remember why you wear the blindfold?” he asked. My mind blank, I shook my head no. “To heighten your senses,” he said, bringing just one finger down my throat and along the bone of my clavicle. I shivered at his touch, wondering where he would go next. “Without seeing, you feel more.” He dipped down, slightly, tracing the curve of my breast, and I moaned.

  “Now bend down on all fours. I’ll guide you.” I did as I was told, bending down. He grasped my wrists and pulled them together, then guided me onto my elbows. “That’s it,” he praised, “ass up.” I arched my back up for him, naked on the plush rug as he tied my wrists together.

  “You’re tied to the foot of the bed, Kara,” he explained. I pulled lightly at my restraints and felt he was right, I couldn’t move my wrists. A flood of nervousness traveled the length of my body. I couldn’t see, couldn’t get away. What was he going to do to me?

  He brought his hand down to the curve of my naked bottom, slow, gentle, sweet, caressing my flesh. Sighing, I pressed into his touch. It felt so good. He stroked my cheeks, all the while angling me up, tilting my hips and spreading my knees slightly further apart to give him full access.

  “So wet already, Kara,” he said approvingly, bringing two fingers to the outer edges of my pussy lips. I purred for him, wanting him to see how much I loved this, how much my body belonged to him. He brought two fingers flat up along my dripping slit. “I’m going to use your lube up in your ass,” he explained.

  Just one finger at first, he began rimming my asshole, feeling around the edges. I tensed in response. He wasn’t supposed to go in there, that wasn’t OK. He hissed. “Open up, Kara. Let me in.” He worked me, fingering more of my own juices up to the entrance and coaxing my puckered hole. Slowly, I felt his finger work my tight ring, then enter.

  I gasped as he pushed into me. “That’s right,” he coaxed, “take me in.” With more lube, he kept fingering me, working me, stroking me inside and before I knew it I was moaning and working with him, pulsing and pushing against his fingers, wanting more.

  “Remember back when I first met you?” he asked, his voice low in his throat, husky. He brought a second finger to my entrance and pushed both deep into my asshole. I moaned and took what he gave me. “Remember how you used to tease me in those little skirts? That day you washed your truck, trying to get me to watch?”

  I twisted a little underneath him, embarrassed. He was right. I’d done all that and more. “You were a little cock tease, weren’t you, Kara?” His hands worked my ass. I said nothing. I didn’t want to admit it. His hand came down, hard across my bottom. Tears sprang to my eyes under the silk of the blindfold and I cried out in pain. Whack, he smacked my ass again and it burned.

  “Admit it,” he continued, keeping on with his assault on my ass, fingers up my tight hole, palm coming down rough on my soft cheek. “Admit that you were a little cock tease.”

  “Yes,” I panted, moaning, burning.

  “Say it,” he commanded, another sharp smack landing on my bottom.

  “I was a cock tease!” I cried out.

  “Yes, you were.” Now he stroked me, first my hot cheeks
, then down to my wet, naughty pussy, all the while thrusting his fingers back and forth, deep into my asshole. “Back then I couldn’t do this to you. I wanted to. And I knew you needed it. But I couldn’t do it, could I?”

  “No,” I responded, remembering how it had been. He’d been the ranch hand. I’d been the boss’s daughter.

  “Now I have you exactly where I want you.” His thrusting in my ass grew more urgent, harsher, more demanding. “Now I can do anything I want with you. You’re under my control.”

  “Yes,” I agreed, moaning. “Yes.”

  Plunging two fingers up deep inside my asshole, he circled my clit and asked in a low, wicked voice, “Do you want more, Kara?”

  “Yes,” I pleaded.

  “Say it.” He moved his fingers only slightly, keeping them deep up inside me, stroking me intimately.

  “I want more!” I begged. “Please.”

  “You need to tell me where you want it, you naughty girl.”

  “In my ass,” I cried out, all rational thought, all concern over propriety or what was right or wrong gone from my brain.

  “Good, that’s good.” He stroked me, taking some of my juices dripping down my inner thighs and bringing them up to my asshole. “Surrender to me, Kara. Just like that.” I could hear him move, knew what he was grabbing from over on the bureau. I tensed, fear intruding into my pleasure. This would hurt and I didn’t know if I could take that big black rubber plug up inside of me. Blindfolded and bound, I couldn’t see or stop what was happening. I was completely at his mercy.

  Back at my bottom, he brought his hands to my cheeks again. “Shh,” he quieted me, stroking away my fears. “I know what you want, Kara. I know what you need.”

  I whimpered and relaxed into his touch, trusting him even through my nervousness.

  I could feel the cool, hard rubber at my entrance, large and unyielding. He began pressing the tapered tip against my asshole, using my lube to work it into me.

  “Yes, that’s right,” he coaxed as I brought my bottom up, angling it just right for him. “You can take this, Kara.” He pushed and I whimpered from fear and pain. It pushed and burned. He pushed harder, sliding its thick, bulging middle in and past my tight ring.

  “Ooh!” I cried out, pulling at my restraints. It hurt! I couldn’t take something that huge up my ass. “Declan!”

  “Kara,” he responded, bringing his fingers to my swollen clit and starting to stroke it, work it, circle and love it. Suddenly the pain melted into something different, more, intense sensation, the feeling of being filled, exquisitely filled, so deep and tight. As I relaxed, he pushed the butt plug all the way in, another inch or two deep inside my hole.

  I cried out, shocked, so full.

  “Yes.” He stroked my pussy, fingering along my folds, at my clit, up inside me. “So full now,” he murmured, filling me with his fingers as the plug stuffed my ass. I moaned, panting and overcome with sensations.

  With slow fingers, he traced the edge of the plug out around my stretched asshole. “I wish you could see how amazing this looks. Your ass plugged for me as I train your hole.”

  His filthy words wove a spell around my brain and body, and I could do nothing but cling to the sensations he was building inside of me, the intense pleasure he was coaxing out to the surface. He’d shoved a huge rubber plug up my ass and it was wrong, I shouldn’t want it, but I shook with arousal.

  He pushed against the plug in me and asked, “Do you feel it fill you?”

  “Yes!” I cried out.

  “My cock is much bigger that this, Kara.” I moaned in response, anticipation and nerves blending with erotic tension. “I’m going to stretch you. You’re going to be so tight.” I could hear the tension building in his voice as he worked my clit, sliding his fingers along my pussy, stroking me.

  When his hand came down hard and demanding on my ass in a sharp spank, I cried out, shocked, filled, shaking. He kept it up, stroking my slit, pushing firmly on the plug, spanking the soft flesh of my ass. I was a mess, moaning, bucking against him, bottom up, incoherent, pulsing, throbbing pleasure building in me, mounting, seeking release.

  His hands stilled and he whispered, harsh in my ear, “Don’t come yet, Kara. Not until I tell you.”

  I whined, desperate. I didn’t want to wait.

  He stroked my hips, my rear, teasing me, taking his time. “I like training your ass, Kara. You have such a perfect ass. I like getting it ready for my cock.” I quivered and whimpered, straining against the ties at my wrists. I needed release. I wanted to touch myself and make myself come. Low and dirty, he asked me, “Do you like serving my needs, Kara?”

  “Yes!” I called out, wanton.

  He pressed on the butt plug up inside of me, bringing my attention to it, how full it made me, how much it stretched me, tight. “Later this week, are you going to take my cock up your ass?”

  “Yes!” I screamed, wanting it so badly I nearly came from it. I arched my bottom up for him, aware of nothing but the sensations, the stinging and burning and pulsing, the stroking and coaxing and building waves of pleasure. He brought his hand directly back onto my slick clit, circling, pressing, circling.

  “Come for me,” he commanded. Engulfed in spasms, I came, intense, all over his fingers, screaming and sobbing and sighing and shuddering all for him.

  Before I even regained full consciousness, he grabbed my hips hard in his huge hands. “I’m going to fuck you now, Kara,” he growled.

  I cried out, wanting, needing, and he thrust his cock deep into my dripping wet pussy. Screaming, I bucked back into his hardness, taking him in again and again as he fucked me hard. The sensation of having my ass filled with a plug coupled with his steel length in my pussy made me crazy with lust.

  “Yes.” Declan thrust deep inside of me. “Take all of me. I can see the plug in your ass. You’re stuffed so tight.”

  “Yes!” I cried out, barely able to push into him anymore, weak with the intensity.

  He held me in his hands, keeping my hips right where he needed them so he could thrust into me again and again, fucking me relentlessly. “You’re mine!” he declared and I more than knew it, I felt it within every fiber of my being. “You’re mine,” he repeated, hungry and deep. “Say it!”

  “I’m yours,” I called out, every inch of me agreeing.

  “No one does this to you,” he insisted, thrusting his huge shaft into me again and again. “No one but me.”

  “Yes, only you.” I surrendered completely, his cock in me so deep, the plug in me so tight, the pleasure coiled and heated and pushing so hard for release.

  “Come for me, Kara!” he roared, flooding me with a hot gush of come, spurting deep inside of me. Screaming, I came again, my own shudders and spasms merging with his, both of our releases erupting, pulsing, ebbing together. My head down against my bound wrists, I nearly passed out. I’d never felt anything like it.

  Dazed, I didn’t know how long we stayed that way. I knew I didn’t want him to ever leave me. Plus, I doubted I could ever use my legs again. Gently, he eased out the plug. I felt my blindfold loosen, then drop away, his fingers at my wrists undoing my restraints. Before I could collapse, his strong arms enveloped me, lifting me up, one arm under my knees, the other encircling my shoulders. I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling his warmth and the way his muscles moved against my cheek.

  He carried me as if I weighed nothing into the master bathroom. Gently placing my feet down on a fluffy white bathmat, he turned on the spigot in the bathtub. Steam began curling out of the rushing water.

  Picking me up again, he stepped into the tub and sat down, holding me tight against him as if he never wanted to let go. I still felt governed by my bodily senses, my thoughts a dull hum underneath the onslaughts of physical pleasure. Soothing warm water lapped at my feet, up around my ankles, surrounding my legs. I sighed, giving myself over to the heat, the massage of the water and Declan’s sure, strong arms around me. My eyes closed, I felt him wrap a ha
nd beneath my head, tilting me to him. His lips came gentle, warm and sure to my own.

  He kissed me as if for the first time, sweet and full and sincere. He brought his hands to my sides, caressing my skin, up to my head, kissing me as if it was all he’d thought of doing for the past six years.

  He reached over to a bar of soap, then brought it to my shoulders and arms, making lazy circles with it as he gently kissed my neck. He leisurely began to worship my body with it, caressing my skin. I rested against him and he brought one of my feet up, using the soap and his fingers to explore every inch of my leg. He repeated his attentions to my other leg, taking his time as if mesmerized by every curve and plane of my body.

  I put my hands against the sides of the tub and he slowly soaped my stomach, making small circles from top to bottom, side to side. I felt like swooning, swaying softly under his caresses. I couldn’t believe it, but I could feel arousal building again. How could I have anything left after the crush of orgasms I’d already had that day? But I could feel myself growing aroused again, alive and humming with pleasure.

  He kept the pace slow, leisurely, worshipping every inch of my curves.

  “So lush.” He admired me. “So perfect.”

  Slipping a firm, sure finger down between my folds, he instantly found my swollen clit. He knew my body like no one else.

  I sighed and parted my thighs for him. “Yes, Kara,” he murmured. “Always ready for me. So responsive.” Gentle, sweet, he worked me, one hand to my breast, the water lapping around me, my head resting back against his solid, massive chest.

  “That’s right,” his voice stroked me. “Let me pleasure you.”

  He continued his tender, deliberate pace, soaping and lathering my breasts. Slowly cupping his hands around me, his thumbs played lightly with my nipples. I couldn’t look away, it was so erotic watching him play with me. Circling and stroking, circling and stroking, the buildup, my soft moans, the heat and steam of the water, I came for him full just how he wanted, just how he liked. I’d do anything for this man. I’d never be the same again.

  Draining the water, Declan wrapped me in a huge, thick fluffy towel and insisted on carrying me once again. Not that I had the energy to protest. I smiled at him and couldn’t manage to form any words, my power of speech reduced to sighs of pleasure.