His to Own

by Tori Carson

  Angela kissed his neck until he brought his lips into reach. As soon as she was able, she attacked his mouth with an aggression she’d never felt before.

  Nothing seemed to faze Brett. He took her attention in stride and matched it with his own passion. They only broke apart when the timer sounded on the oven.

  To help out, Brett got out the plates and made drinks while she dished the food. She hadn’t expected him to assist her. It was nice. Could he have been telling the truth when he’d said he’d willingly make dinner if his wife worked later than he did? She was beginning to think he might. He was everything she’d ever wanted in the bedroom. It was scary to think they might match outside of sex too.

  They decided to eat side by side in the dining room and enjoy the sunset view. Her ex would have demanded to sit at the head of the table regardless that there was just the two of them.

  “Is there anything else about going to the club that concerns you?” Brett looked over at her.

  She finished chewing her bite of food before answering. “I’d like to catch up with Michelle, if you don’t mind.” That brought up another question. “Um, do you…are you…is it okay, if I tell her we’re…scening exclusively?”

  Brett reached over and took her hand in his. “You can tell the world, baby. And if it were up to me we’d be more than just scening together.” His tender smile had her heart beating double time.

  “I don’t know that I can do more than that, Brett, but you make me want to. Just thinking about it scares the hell out of me.” She had to be honest with him.

  He brought her hand to his lips and gave her palm a kiss. “Wanting to is the first step and a huge one. Thank you for telling me, Angela.”

  She smiled back at him before taking a few more bites.

  “You cook well. This is delicious.” Brett was eating as if he were starved. “I don’t remember the last time I had a home-cooked meal that I didn’t prepare.”

  “Since it was most likely cooked by another woman, feel free to forget everything about it.” She laughed, hoping to hide her sudden jealous streak. “Unless you came down with a horrible case of food poisoning.”

  Brett turned and gave her an odd look. “Where’s this coming from?”

  Chapter Seven

  She shrugged. “I don’t know. I was just kidding. How long have you been a member of Cat Tails?”

  “That wasn’t an answer and changing the subject will only gain you a short reprieve.”

  Angela dropped her gaze to the table.

  Brett waited a moment and when she didn’t further explain, he answered her question. “I’ve been a member for about six months, but I’ve only been going consistently since the first evening we met and talked.”

  She tipped her head and glanced at him. “I thought you’d been there a lot longer.” She took the last couple of bites from her dinner. “So you haven’t dated many of the women from the club?”

  Ahh, now we’re getting to the real question. “No, Angela, you’re not going to run into any of my exes at the club.”

  She nodded. “That’s good to know.” She looked at his plate. “Are you finished? Let me clear the table.”

  “You cooked; I’ll clean.” Brett piled the dishes on top of one another and headed to the kitchen. As Brett was scraping off the food and putting the plates in the dishwasher, he contemplated her comments. Jealousy meant she cared, but he didn’t want to put up with having his whereabouts and conversations questioned. He’d been in a relationship like that before and didn’t care to ever repeat it. Then again, Angela was so anti-commitment, maybe it didn’t matter anyway.

  “I was thinking peach cobbler for dessert. How does that sound?” Angela was leaning against the doorway, watching him finish up.

  “Sound delicious, but it’s not what I’m in the mood for at the moment.” He blocked her body between his and the wall. “There’s a few things we need to get out in the open. I find cheating reprehensible. I’ve had it happen to me and I refuse to ever do it to anyone. I often speak with women, sometimes have a lunch or dinner meeting with a woman, but it’s not for the purpose of getting laid. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

  She smiled. “Loud and clear. No harassing you about what you do when you’re not with me. Got it.”

  He shook his head. “That wasn’t quite the point I was trying to make, but I suppose there’s truth in that statement. Mainly, I was trying to reassure you. Women are not my weakness, Angela.”

  “What is, Brett?” She seemed truly interested not just making conversation.

  “That sounds like a dating question. Are you sure you want the answer?” he teased.

  “I’m willing to risk it if you are.” She leaned her head against his forearm.

  He had to be careful. Angela was the most skittish woman he’d ever met. “A week ago, I would have said family. Now, it may be you. I’m growing very fond you, Angela.” Brett watched her hand move to his collar about her throat.

  With a very serious look on her face, Angela threw him a bone. “I’m very fond of you too, Brett. You needn’t worry either. I won’t betray you.”

  “Good to know. Now strip and present for me on the spare bed.”

  Her mouth opened the slightest bit as she exhaled in a soft huff. Just that fast her eyes dilated. Damn, she was perfect for him.

  “Yes, Sir.” As she walked away, she wiggled her hips suggestively.

  That was all the invitation he needed, but anal play was on her soft limits. Hopefully, she’d be amendable to his plans. Only one way to find out. “Are you trying to get that sexy ass of yours played with?”

  Her stride faltered and she glanced at him over her shoulder. “I hadn’t…I mean…what do you have in mind?” She continued into the bedroom and undressed while he watched.

  Once she was presenting for him, he pulled his toy bag out the closet where he’d left it this morning and set it on the bench at the end of the bed. He didn’t have any plans to use it, but it was always better to be prepared.

  “Stop censoring yourself around me, Angela. I don’t need, or want, sugarcoated pabulum from you.” Yes, it felt good to assert a bit of dominance. If he was going to create scenes that rocked their world, it was imperative he knew what she was really thinking.

  Angela shot him a cocky grin. “My first thought was hell no, but then I started thinking about all the other new experiences you’ve given me and decided I didn’t want to automatically refuse. Perhaps some discussion is in order.”

  Brett unbuckled his belt and slid it through the loops. He watched her carefully and allowed his dick to respond to the look of pure anticipation on Angela’s face. “I like that you’re open to trying things. Hold your hands out for me.” He draped his belt across her palms.

  He noticed her nipples had peaked and her breathing was speeding up. Apparently, Angela wanted a little impact play and he was happy to give it to her. “So your default answer to anal play is no. Have you had a bad experience?”

  “I’ve always figured it hurt and not the ‘this hurts so good’ kind of hurt either.” She chuckled a little nervously.

  “If it isn’t done properly it can. Is it an avenue you’re ready to explore?” Slowly he unbuttoned his shirt and slid it from his shoulders.

  “I’m guessing it’s something you enjoy.” Her eyes followed every motion he made.

  “Yes.” He was done placating her fears. Every time he took the lead, she responded. Now that she knew she could safeword without consequence, he felt comfortable asserting more control.

  “Okay, we can try.”

  Her face was turning a beautiful shade of pink. It was time to have her ass reddened as well. He raised his eyebrow and waited.

  “Sir,” she added quickly.

  “Better. Now stand.”

  Her lips had parted and her breathing was heavier. His brisk demeanor was definitely having the desired effect. Quickly, he kicked off his shoes and removed the rest of his clothing then sat on the b
ed with his legs open. “Come here.” He took the belt and laid it on the bed, before putting his hands on her hips.

  He patted the bed beside his left leg and guided her over his thigh. “Put your hands behind your back.”

  Once she was lying across his lap with her head and shoulders on the bed, he positioned her arms behind her back and began to caress her ass. “Have you been spanked with a belt before?”

  She turned slightly to face him. “Yes, it hurt…a lot,” she admitted.

  He felt there was more to the story so he waited. It wasn’t long before he was rewarded for his patience.

  “It’s weird. I get excited by the idea of a belt, but when I actually experienced it, I didn’t like it. I guess sometimes the fantasy is better than reality.”

  “Or you weren’t properly prepared. I appreciate that you’re willing to give it another try. We’ll go slow and if it becomes too much, you know what to do.”

  “Yes, Sir, I’ll safeword if I have to.” She was biting her lip but seemed unafraid.

  Brett looped his belt around her forearms and bound them together. “Good girl. The key is to stay relaxed. Keep your muscles soft for me.” He couldn’t stop touching her. “I love your ass. We’re going to have some fun with it tonight.”

  He took a firm grip on her cheek and began to knead her perfect skin. Her eyes closed and her body became pliant. Soft coos told him she was just about ready. After doing the same to her other cheek, he cupped his hand and let fly with a medium intensity swat.

  Angela blinked in quick succession, but a sultry smile touched her lips. The muscles in her butt remained relaxed as he swung again.

  Brett alternated sides and gradually increased the strength of each swat. After every five or so strikes, he’d rub her tender bottom until she was moaning and ready for more. Once her skin was heated and prepped, he unlatched his belt. “How are you doing?”

  “I’m good.” Her eyes fluttered as he pulled his belt free.

  As she moved to stand, he put his left hand firmly on her back and held her down. “Keep still. We aren’t finished yet.”

  A dreamy expression crossed her face as she settled back onto the bed.

  “That’s my girl. What’s your safeword, Angela?”

  “Free-dom,” she answered in a singsong voice.

  “Use it if you need to, but I think you’re going to love this.”

  Brett’s heart did a funny flipping maneuver as he gazed down upon her. He brushed a few stray tendrils of hair behind her ear before taking his first swing.

  With the belt doubled over, the sound was significantly louder than the strike warranted.

  She inched her toes a little closer to his leg bringing her bottom a little higher.

  Brett locked his right leg tighter around hers, pinning her in place. He gave her five blows in rapid succession before he tossed the belt over his shoulder and began to massage her red cheeks. Her body remained pliant, but her moans were getting louder. He dipped his hand between her legs. The heavenly musky scent of her arousal had already told him all he needed to know.

  Still, it was rewarding to feel her wetness coating her pussy. Using two fingers, he fucked her for several strokes until she was squirming and unable to stay still. With his left hand, he held her down. Angela sighed and settled against the bed.

  As he brought his wet fingers to her ass and circled the rim of her opening, her back arched. She gasped and squealed. When she looked at him, her eyes were slightly glazed and she was sexy as fuck. His cock was hard and demanding attention, but he wasn’t finished with her yet.

  “Stay still, baby.” He applied more pressure and held her down with one hand as he readied the belt once more. Swatting her unprepared thighs would pull her out of the moment faster than just about anything he could do.

  Brett increased the intensity of the swats in slow increments. He didn’t want to push her too far this first time. “I love the way you give yourself into my keeping. How’re you doing?”

  “Good.”

  He reached into his satchel and pulled out a small bottle of lube. She was wet enough that it probably was unnecessary but he wasn’t taking any chances.

  “Good, what?” Brett had never been a stickler for protocols, but Angela seemed to be turned-on by them and he was happy to oblige.

  Once he was sure his thumb was well coated, he plunged two fingers into her pussy then coaxed his thumb into her ass.

  Angela moaned before responding to his prompt. “Good, Master Brett.”

  He took his time entering and held perfectly still until her muscles unclenched. After she’d relaxed for him, he began to pump in and out.

  “That’s my girl.” With his left hand, he linked his fingers between hers. She was so tight, each time he moved was probably burning, yet she was pushing back in what he took as a silent invitation for more.

  Brett withdrew from her pussy and began to rub her clit. “You do not have permission to come. Do you understand?”

  She whimpered before acknowledging him. “Yes, Master Brett.”

  While he brought her closer to release, he made sure he maintained a steady pressure on her back giving her the sensation of being held down.

  It only took a few moments before she was squirming. “Please, Master. I need to come.”

  His heart beat double time that she’d left off his name. He was pretty sure it was an accident, but his body still responded. “No.” He pulled his hand away slowly. “You haven’t earned it yet, subbie.”

  Her head crashed back onto the mattress with a groan.

  He laughed and reached behind him to grab a cloth from his satchel to wipe off his hand before resuming with the belt. His cock was throbbing with the need to be buried inside her, but he felt an odd peace deep in his soul. Without a single doubt, he knew this was exactly where he wanted to be. Angela was wrapping him around her little finger and he went willingly.

  By the fifth swat, tears were running down her face, but she continued to lie pliant and relaxed. For someone who’d had a bad experience with a belt, she was handling it remarkably well. Gently, he wiped away her tears and pushed a few wisps of her hair behind her ear.

  “Are you doing okay, Angela?”

  She smiled and gave him a thumbs-up. He threw his belt on the floor and took her into his arms. Careful to keep her ass between his thighs, he showered kisses along her forehead.

  Angela nuzzled against his shoulder and ran her fingers along his chest. “I changed my mind. I like the belt.” She giggled.

  He pulled her tighter. “I thought you would.”

  She closed her eyes then confessed. “The whole butt thing is pretty good too.”

  A rich, deep laugh bubbled from his stomach. “Glad to hear it, because we aren’t done yet.”

  “That’s good to know. I feel like we have some unfinished business, so to speak.” Amusement was laced in her voice.

  “I thought we might begin orgasm deprivation training,” he teased her.

  “I’ve had twenty-three years of that. Hell, I’m an expert,” she grumbled. “If anyone were to ask me, I’d suggest orgasm gluttony was in order.”

  “I’ll take that under advisement. Now climb onto the bed and keep your legs apart, face up hands behind your head.” He doubted she’d try to sneak an orgasm, but he knew the order would make her smile.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Brett pulled his satchel onto the bed beside him. He pulled out a case, not unlike a jewelry box. “I hadn’t planned to move forward tonight, but I’ve changed my mind. I bought it for you this afternoon. He opened the lid and held it out to her.

  “Oh my.” She started to draw her legs together.

  He put his hand on her ankle, stopping her. Once she’d met his gaze, he pulled her right leg out straight on the bed and she followed suit with her left without being told.

  After he was sure she wouldn’t move away again, he pulled the jewel-ended, stainless steel butt plug from the case and laid it on her
belly.

  “It’s heavy…and oddly pretty.”

  He nodded. “The weight adds its own set of sensations to the party. It’s also not much thicker than my thumb.”

  Angela grinned and threw him a saucy wink. “Are you asking or merely showing me the torture device you intend to use?”

  Brett had to take a moment and examine his initial response from all sides. He wanted to make sure it was completely thought out before he put it into action. He shook his head as he picked up the plug. “As I said, I hadn’t planned to use this tonight. This you’ll wear to work for me on Monday.” He closed the lid and slid it into the drawer of the nightstand.

  “It’s small and can be worn for extended periods. No, this evening I have other plans.” He pulled out the vibrator, blindfold and a huge butt plug he used only for mind fucks. “Sit up, babe, you’ve seen enough.”

  Reluctantly, she sat up, but the smirk had vanished. “Um, Sir, I don’t think that will fit.”

  He picked it up. “Oh, you’d be surprised.” Brett slid the mask over her eyes and applied pressure on her chest, signaling her to lie back down.

  “In the interest of full disclosure…your thumb was a little ouchy. I mean, it felt good, after a bit, and I liked it and all, but it was a little uncomfortable…at first.”

  Thank God, he’d blindfolded her because there was no hiding his smile. He slid the way too large plug back into his bag and pulled out a slightly larger version of the stainless steel one he’d shown her first. It would be snug, but if she was aroused enough, it would work just fine. “Thank you for sharing that information. Now no more talking. Unless you’re asked a direct question or you choose to safeword.”

  He moved off the bed, set up the vibrator, applied lube to the plug and made some extra noise just to get her heart pounding. “Up on all fours, Angela.”

  To her credit, she followed his instructions immediately. After laying everything within easy reach, he climbed in behind her. “Such a lovely shade of red.”

  Brett drew a dab of lotion onto his hands and warmed it before massaging it into her cheeks. He’d been careful not to cut her skin, but she’d wear his mark for some time to come. With his heart pounding, he leaned over and wrapped his arms around her. He feathered kisses along her spine. “Relax for me, baby. Pain is not the objective.”