by Nina Pierce
“Yes, Master.”
Derek walked away, adrenaline kicking up his heart rate. Never had he felt so much riding on a scene. He thought Sara’s suspicions may be right about the situation in his office. Though he still held some culpability, it was perfectly plausible that the woman had manipulated the circumstances. As Sara pointed out, too many things had come together and created the perfect storm of consequences. He would never know if the woman had intended for him to lose his job, but over the last year and a half, Derek had realized his business philosophy was much different from his father’s and he could now take his architect business into a greener, more environmentally friendly future.
And Sara. He turned to admire her just as the corset fell away, his heart aching that her flawless body would belong to another Master after tonight. Hell, he didn’t even know where she lived. They could be in opposite corners of the continent, for all he knew. And long-distance relationships, especially one as unique as theirs, would be difficult to nurture. He figured he should be grateful she’d allowed him into her heart long enough to help her heal.
Did he dare to risk his own heart by wanting more?
Sara spread her legs and lifted her arms above her head, her ankles and palms resting on the frame. He’d done a quick calculation as he’d stewed in the club of the years she’d spent caring for her deceased parents, added the years of nursing school and her marriage and figured she was roughly a decade older than him, give or take a couple of years. But the perky breasts with their dusky nipples and flat stomach prominently displayed appeared to be the body of someone in their late-twenties.
Stunning. Alluring. Gorgeous. Enticing. Bewitching. Sara was certainly all that and more. He would spend hours in the quiet nights of his apartment finding adjectives to describe her heart-stopping beauty. Beautiful would never again be part of his vocabulary.
He wondered after this night, if it would even matter.
Sounds of pleasure came from every corner of the room.
In her peripheral vision, Sara could see two Mistresses on her right sitting on a couch chatting, a male sub buried in each of their laps. She suspected the squeaky turn of a pulley and quiet grunts behind her meant they were suspending the woman who had been lying naked in the corner of the room, lengths of ropes laid out on the floor around her. Two St. Andrew’s Crosses leaned against each other to her left, two male submissives, bound at wrists and ankles, facing one another, their Masters each wielding a bullwhip that snapped wickedly each time they hit the men’s backs.
But none of that held any appeal. There was only one man who had captured her attention. And it took all her training not to lift her head and search for her Master. Derek had been gone longer than it took to walk across the room and gather the tools he would use on her. Perhaps he’d joined the group binding the woman behind her. Rope work was an art many Doms eagerly sought to learn. There was nothing submissives coveted more than leaving a dungeon proudly wearing the marks of their Master.
She’d purposefully pulled her hair back, blatantly displaying Derek’s bite marks on her shoulder. Though she wore the collar of a submissive, she really had no desire to be dominated by anyone but the man who’d freed her heart—ever again.
Sara wasn’t sure when she’d come to that realization, but if Derek was willing, she’d like to continue seeing him after this weekend was over.
“Do you have an idea how everyone is admiring you?”
Her Master’s velvet voice slid over her ear, his heated breath feathering across her cheek. He pressed close, the clean scent of him filling her nose. With her eyes cast down, she could see that he’d stripped off his shirt and boots, the warmth of his body surrounding her, centering Sara in the presence of him.
“Every Master and Mistress in this room wants to dominate you.” He gently took her hands from the frame and snugged a leather cuff around each wrist. “Every submissive is hoping they will be asked to grovel at your feet.” He lifted them above her head, threading a chain through a loop between the cuffs. “But they can’t have you. Tonight you belong to only me.” He pulled on the chain, stretching her hands up high until she was slightly off balance on her toes. “What’s your safe word, Sara?”
“I don’t need one, Master.”
His hands slid down the inside of her arms, raising gooseflesh. “You have no idea what I’m going to do to you.” He pinched her nipples, rolling them between his fingers, the pain drawing a sigh of pleasure from her lips.
“I’m safe with you. I don’t need one. There’s nothing you could do to me that would make me say it. I trust you implicitly, Master.”
His finger came up under her chin, forcing her gaze to meet his. Sara’s stomach clenched with hope at what she saw reflected in his eyes. Hunger and passion had dilated his pupils, but a longing deep and raw sparked in the emerald pools of them. Could it be possible he wanted more beyond this night?
“Sara, you can’t trust that a Master will know when to stop.”
“I’m not going to be with another Master. I’m going to be with you. You understand me like no one else ever has. Ever.”
“How have I been so lucky to find you?” His hands snaked around her neck, his lips brushing hers without demand. Still, she quivered under his barely contained power. His tongue ran along her bottom lip, seeking entrance. When Sara complied, the familiar taste of him burst on her tongue. With a softness that melted her heart, his mouth made love to hers. Derek’s tongue delved in, dancing with hers in breath-stealing sensations of satin and heat. His hands fisted in her hair, pulling at the roots, her body responding to his desperation. Of their own accord, her hips tilted forward, her belly rubbing his growing erection, her breasts squashed against the solid wall of his chest.
He pulled from her, his forehead pressed to hers, his heavy breaths buffeting her mouth. “I don’t deserve you.” Derek’s coarse words sounded as if they’d been dragged over sandpaper.
“No, it’s me who has won the Dom lottery.” Sara smiled, willing for the first time in years to bear open her heart, praying she hadn’t misread her Master. “I’m a sexual submissive. It’s who I am in the dungeon. It’s how I find my pleasure. But outside these walls, I’m an independent woman. I wasn’t sure I’d find someone who understood the difference. You do.”
“God, you are everything I didn’t know I was searching for and now that I’ve found you, I don’t want this to be the last time for us. I don’t want to leave here and never see you again, Sara.”
“Planes fly in and out of Boston every day.”
Derek’s head came up, his eyes searching her face. “Boston? Are you from Boston?”
She nodded, her hope turning to confusion when Derek’s rich laugh rolled over her. He shot a look over her shoulder, and she wanted to turn and see what he found so humorous. But even in this relaxed conversation, Sara was still a submissive waiting for her Master’s commands.
“My Italian grandmother has nothing on Ethan’s matchmaking skills.” Derek’s hands bracketed her cheeks, the smile splitting his face reached up to spark in his eyes. “I’m an architect in Boston, Sara. Ethan set us both up this weekend. There’s more of this if we want it.”
How dare the manager of this respectable resort be so presumptuous? She’d kill Ethan if she weren’t so happy. The man standing before her, with his heart shimmering in his hungry eyes, was devouring her with every sweep of his gaze over her body. “Just say the word, Master.”
He didn’t bother to say anything—he simply let his actions speak for him. Derek slid the ring off her nipple, bending to suck the tender flesh into the wet heat of his mouth. He removed the other ring with his hand, the chain dangling down to tickle her belly. Teeth grazed the sensitive pearl, the sublime pain jolting over her nerves. Slick moisture dampened her thighs.
Sara’s head fell back, arching into him, pressing her breasts against his face, urging him to take more. Derek feasted, his teeth and tongue alternately biting and sucking, dancing be
tween the fleshy mounds. Her breath rasped from her chest.
Derek owed her this. In the middle of the dungeon with the tangy odor of leather hanging in the air and the snap of whips behind him, he wanted Sara to feel the tenderness of his touch. To know she could find pleasure without having to please someone else. For the first time in a very long time, Derek wanted to give without asking anything in return. Somewhere in the back of his brain, he understood that’s what Ethan had wanted him to learn this weekend. Sometimes having the power meant letting go of selfishness to give without the thought of anything in return. His cock ached with need, but the pain was nothing compared to his raw desire to please Sara.
He dropped to his knees, pressing kisses along the satin skin of her belly. His hands pushed up under the black garter belt, her stomach quivering beneath his fingers. Derek’s tongue circled her navel, smiling at her gasp of pleasure as he snapped one of the garters with his teeth. He kissed lower, tasting the silken flesh of her mons.
She tensed beneath his hands as if just now understanding what he intended.
“Master, no I—”
“Sara.” Her name dragged out of his tight throat. He looked up into the confusion in her eyes. The denial in the shake of her head. “It’s what I want. Would you deny me?”
“I would happily please you. But this—”
He lifted her leg, setting it on his shoulder. “This is what pleases me.” Opened before him, her scent filled his nostrils, heating his blood. She had no idea the power she held over him.
Placing open-mouthed kisses along the top the stocking, he worked his mouth slowly up her milky thigh toward her core. He pulled her silken labia into his mouth, his tongue flicking the tender flesh. He was rewarded with a gasp as she canted her hips and opened wider for him. His fingers dug into her ass as he trailed a leisurely path the length of her cleft and back again, drinking in the salty tang of her cream. No submissive, trembling at his commands, had ever tasted so sweet.
He used his fingers to spread her pussy lips, exposing the hard knot of her clitoris. He sucked it into his mouth, teasing it with quick flicks of his tongue. Her ass and thighs went rigid beneath his hands as she rode his mouth. Flattening his tongue, he pressed it the length of her slit, moaning when moisture spilled from her pussy.
Derek pressed two fingers into her velvet channel, the muscles convulsing around them, urging them deeper. He complied, pumping them in time with the rocking of her hips. He found the pearled nub of clit and flicked the tip of his tongue along the sensitive bundle. The air filled with the sexy sound of his finger fucking and Sara’s desperate gasps of pleasure.
Her nails dug into her palms as her back arched, her breasts a silhouette against the ceiling. He watched her head loll back, her mouth open in a silent cry. She hung on the precipice, not breathing or moving for several heartbeats.
He continued his assault, his tongue and fingers teasing her flesh, focused on the one goal of helping her find the release her body sought.
“Sara, come for me.”
Just as he knew it would, his command tipped her over the edge of bliss, shattering in his arms. Her cunt clenched around him, muscles spasming, her honey coating his fingers. She bucked in his arms as her orgasm took all control from her.
She cried out his name. Not Master, but Derek. His heart swelled as her words begged him to stop and her body urged him to continue. Slowly he brought her down from the bliss. His tongue drew wider and wider circles, easing away from her silken flesh, until he was gently nibbling her thighs.
He eased her leg off his shoulder as he stood, not sure he could control the need tightening his balls and making his cock painfully hard.
“Fuck me. I want you buried deep inside me.” She smiled, color washing up her cheeks. “That is, if it pleases you.”
Some small part of his brain was aware of the noises and scents of the dungeon, but Derek had become singularly focused on Sara and her words were like a spark igniting a fire in his blood. He pushed his jeans down his thighs, unwilling to take the time to take them all the way off. He lifted her up and sheathed himself in the tight fist of her channel in one swift thrust of his hips. Sara’s legs wrapped around his waist, anchoring her against the hard push and pull of his hips.
He slammed into her, unable to slow his desperate hunger. She met him thrust for thrust as pressure built in his back, tightening his balls. Another orgasm slammed into Sara, her cries of ecstasy throwing him into the abyss of bliss. He dug his fingers into her ass, pumping his hot seed into her. Sara’s internal muscles convulsed around him, milking the last of his orgasm.
Derek would never tire of making love to her.
He reached up and released her wrists from the frame. Sara melted against him. Her soft breasts burned his chest as she wrapped her arms around his neck and nestled her face in the curve of his throat. Her heavy pants feathered across his chest but didn’t conceal the tears dampening his skin.
Shit. He wasn’t prepared for tears. Cold fear knotted in his gut at the thought of her having second thoughts. “Sara, it’s all right. Whatever you want, there’s no pressure.”
She lifted her head, smiling. “Don’t misunderstand, Derek, these are tears of happiness.” Her lips tenderly brushed his. “No one’s ever made love to me like that. Made me feel so sensual, so cherished. So…loved.”
Relief flooded through him, his heart bursting with happiness. “Well, I guess I’ll just have to be sure to repeat the performance back in Boston.”
“Who would have thought accepting Ethan’s invitation to XTC would find me a Master so close to both my home and my heart?”
About the Author
Award-winning erotic romance author Nina Pierce grew up in a house full of readers. So becoming enamored with books was only natural. She discovered romance stories in her early teens, falling hopelessly in love with knights in shining armor and the damsels who saved them.
Eventually, reading about alpha males and the journeys to find their happy-ever-after endings wasn’t enough. She needed to pen her own stories of fated loves and soul mates. Nina’s discovered the passionate side of romance with her sexy stories. For her, it’s all about the sweet scent of seduction mixed with the heartwarming aroma of romance.
Nina resides in the northeast with her high school sweetheart and soul mate of twenty-seven years, their three grown children and several very spoiled cats who consider her “staff”.
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