by Angel Payne
“Ohhh! Master! Yes!”
“You’re a good girl, S.” The words themselves praised, but his tone, rough and determined, turned them into a dictate. Sage reveled in it, giving him a little nod in response.
“I…I want to be, Master.”
“I know, sugar.”
With his fingers still fondling her clit, he slid his other hand to the aperture at her backside. Sage moaned in greater delight. He’d been experimenting on her asshole all week with different toys and had even gotten a sizable dildo inside her last night. Each experience had been filled with everything she wanted most from the evolving stages of their Dominant/submissive journey—pain mixed with pleasure, surrender mixed with sin, her body stretched to take Garrett into heights of fulfillment he’d never had before. But he hadn’t breached her ass with his own body. She knew he craved to. Maybe, she mused, he’d been saving it for a special occasion.
Maybe tonight that time had come.
Her heartbeat kicked in both anticipation and trepidation. The feeling intensified when she heard the flip of a plastic lid and a distinct liquid spurt. Her pulse raced into triple time when one of his fingers, now slicked with cool lube, slid into her tight entrance.
More wet squirts. Another finger in her ass. He gently pumped the digits, earning him deeper access. He released his hand from her pussy to help spread her back cheeks. Sage didn’t mind. He was opening her in a new, dirty, decadent way, and it coaxed out an answering animal in her, loving the coarse rumbles from his chest, the growing tension in his muscles, the lust that radiated from him like fireballs off the sun. Her breath started spilling from her in high, pleading sighs.
“Oh, fuck me, S.” Garrett practically grunted it as he twisted a third finger and a hell of a lot more lube inside her. “This rosette of yours is so damn tight and perfect.”
“Thank you, Master.” She worked her knees a little farther apart, hoping it gave him a better view. It sure made everything feel even more incredible. Her ass was so wide. So vulnerable. So enlivened and sensitive. She felt her hips undulating, driven by the growing heat between her legs. She needed him inside her. She needed him everywhere.
“I’m going to claim it tonight, S.” The distinct rasp of his zipper cut into the air, followed by the creak of the leather as he worked to set his cock free. “You know that, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “I know.”
He emitted a low groan, and there was the sound of lube being slurped along skin. “And you still want to be a good girl for me? Even if that means having my cock in your ass?”
“More than anything, Master.”
“Then I am a very lucky Master.”
The scent of fresh lube filled the air. The music changed to a new track, lifting into a sensual crescendo. Garrett fitted himself tight and close behind her.
He pushed the bulb of his penis into her back hole.
Sage grimaced. His erection was as sizable as he was, and he was stuffed into every crevice her body could accommodate. The tissues were tested to their hilt with this invasion, and it was a tight, tense fit. But her Master was steady and slow, no matter how violently his body shook with the effort of holding himself back.
“You can do this, S.” He rolled his hips a little, getting his cock another fraction into her aperture. “We can do this. Goddamn, you take my breath away.”
“It’s…tight.”
“It won’t always be.”
“I know.”
He stroked her hair. “You okay?”
After she nodded, he coaxed, “Push against me, like we practiced. Work to accept it. Work to feel me. I’m so fucking deep, sugar. Do you know what this does to the head of my cock? It’s like a torch, blazing and burning, because of you. Nobody else does this to me, S. Nobody ever will.”
The sultry, naughty cadence of his words started to have an accompaniment. As his cock contacted the depths of her ass, it rubbed against that magic juncture inside her where the eyes-into-the-back-of-her-head orgasms lived. Sage recognized the pressure as soon as it intensified, and she moaned in surprise.
“Mmmm,” Garrett affirmed at her shoulder. “Somebody’s G-spot just got woken up.” With a husky laugh, he trailed his hand back into the vortex of her thighs, from the front now. “That means it’s time to rouse S’s hot little cunt again too.”
“Uh—that’s okay, Master—we don’t really need to—” How could she tactfully tell him that his wicked lip service along with the illicit invasion in her ass and the knocks on her G-spot were working plenty fine? If he added his sinfully long fingers back into the mix, playing with her pussy like he had been—
She let out a shriek of both agony and ecstasy. Everything, everything, was alive, from the tip of her engorged clit to the nerves around her back opening. The mix of sensations was insane. Throbbing pain. Shocking invasion. Utter stimulation. Brazen arousal. Every inch of her was opened, stretched, used. Surely she was going to shatter. And incredibly, the pleasure intensified. She needed it to stop. She never wanted it to end.
“Tell me.” The voice of her Master echoed in her head, demanding she listen and obey. “Tell me what you desire now, S.”
She struggled to make him happy. She really did. But thoughts alone were impossible, let alone converting them to words. “I…I…”
He bit her ear lobe in primal possession. “Do you still want my fingers teasing your hard little clit?”
“Oh.” It was more gasp than voice. “Y-Yes.”
“Do you still want my huge cock in your tiny ass?”
“Yes. Oh, yes!”
“Do you want me to drive it into you until I come? Until my hot white milk drenches everything inside you?”
He nearly spiraled her into oblivion. She was a shuddering, needing mess. Heat, pain, arousal, absolution, completion… Every moment brought them all and more. Her world had become this, a string of utterly perfect, utterly sublime moments, each one better than the last. Dear God, she was going to explode. Dear God, she hoped to explode.
“Aggghhh,” she finally choked. “Y-Yes. Yes, Master!”
His huge body tightened against her. Crap on a freaking stick. How did he still function at all, let alone like his muscles had morphed into cast iron when she felt like a runny egg?
“Yes what?” he prompted, nibbling her ear again.
She forced the words to form. “Yes, I want your cock deep inside me.”
“And what else?”
“I want your come deep inside me too.”
“That’s beautiful, sugar. Now say it again.”
“I want your come inside me, Master.” The plea came more easily this time. Saying the filthy words for herself unlocked even more delicious lust in every cell of her sex, in every corner of her mind. She gave it all to him with eager abandon. It was what he demanded. It was what she needed. “Please…come deep in my ass.”
He answered her with a long, pleased groan. “Sweet sugar, that’s thoroughly what I intend.”
His breath got hotter and heavier along her neck. He fingered her clit more feverishly while wrapping his other arm around her waist. He ripped the breath from her lungs as he drove deeper into her backside, now filling her to the hilt with his bulging cock. Sage tried to relax, to give him extra room, but he was too big, too hard, too consuming. He took the space he needed, eclipsing everything but the power of his cock in her body and the pressure he was building in her pussy. Thought ceased to matter. Even feelings ceased to matter. She only craved the detonation. It was coming. It was coming…
“I’m gonna spill it, sugar.” His voice came on hard chuffs of breath. “And you’re going over with me.” His fingers jerked her throbbing nub to a painful, beautiful precipice. Just as she felt her body hurling over that edge, he did one more thing. With his other hand, he tugged both the strings on the nipple clamps. As he did, he yelled a single command. “Now, S! We’re coming now!”
Torment and release. The fire of pure pain, the rain of p
ure ecstasy. A scream of unthinking agony—and glory. It all collided in her consciousness, washed together by the flood that Garrett gave her, drenching her in his seed, surrounding her with his body, drowning her in his domination. It was an orgasm unlike any, rolling over her again and again, even after he set her hands free from the cuffs.
He let her fall forward across the bed. Sage used the freedom to get more leverage, rocking her body back against his. “More,” she begged. “Don’t stop. Please!”
Garrett laughed softly. “I think that can be arranged, my love.”
“Thank you.” She pressed her head against the mattress and wasn’t surprised when the tears started to flow. She let them come this time. All of them. The massive freedom he’d given her body had also emancipated a huge chunk of the pressure in her soul, and now it poured from her in a catharsis that could’ve never been possible otherwise. It was magic, a miracle, one of the most precious gifts Garrett had ever given her.
Garrett. Her hero. Her love. And now, her incredible Master.
S couldn’t have been happier.
Chapter Twenty-One
Garrett pulled her tighter in his lap as a cool night breeze soughed through the cedars and pines and then swept across the lake in a soft shoosh. The summer sky stretched above like cobalt silk woven with silver and lavender thread.
None of it was more breathtaking than the woman in his arms.
He bent his head to watch the light from the fire pit flicker on her face. Sage had always stopped the air in his chest with those spring-green eyes, the classic slant of her nose, those full lips so perfectly made for his…but tonight, her beauty arrested him in a million new ways. He’d seen her face etched in agony and then set free by it. He’d seen her lips open in the heights of ecstasy, the depths of torment, the unbound glory of being torn apart by a climax from the inside out. He’d seen her sweet body open for him in the same way she’d opened her heart to exploring this with him, with the unbound joy of a perfect submissive.
When he’d slipped the diamond on her finger last year, he’d never thought he could love her more.
The Sage who’d come back to him from the dead had proved him so fucking wrong about that.
She broke into his thoughts with her soft giggle against his chest.
“What?” he asked, stroking her hair.
“I was just thinking about the phone call I had with Josie today. We were talking about her and Wyatt coming back out for a visit before the baby gets here. I was thinking of what they might think about the renovation to the guest room.”
Garrett added his chuckle to hers. “I don’t think they’ll mind staying in the new guest room at all.”
“Me neither.” She bit her bottom lip, looking absolutely adorable, before leaning up to kiss him. “Thank you,” she whispered, “for working so hard.”
“It’s not done yet,” he protested. “There’s room for a few more things. And once I find where we can rig things—”
Sage kissed him into silence. “I didn’t mean the play room.” Her gaze glittered up at him, rivaling the sky for spectral conviction. “I meant the work you did on you. Coming to the place where you could accept this in yourself, embracing it, translating it into what was good for us…” She chewed her lip again, though this time he watched her use it to fight back tears. In the end, she lost the fight. “I know how hard it must have been,” she whispered. “The courage it must have taken.” She slipped the tips of her fingers to his jaw. “You’ve given me such a gift.”
He shook his head. No. She had it wrong, and he had to set her straight. He’d given her a gift? Where the hell did she get that from?
“Sage. No. Don’t you see? You—”
She slid her fingers to his lips. “I see things just fine. I see you perfectly.” Her mouth took the place of her fingers, spreading the warmth of her adoration into him with slow, sweeping circles. When she finally pulled away, a smile of pure love lingered on her lips. “My hero.”
Hell. He felt traitorous stings behind his own eyes now. “My heart.”
“I love you, Master.”
“I love you, my little S.”
“Thank you for saving me.”
“No, my sweet submissive. Thank you…for saving me.”
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Excerpt from Cuffed: Honor Bound Book Two
This was going to be one of the best nights of her life. She refused to accept anything less. After all, she’d waited six years, three months, two weeks, and four days for it.
With that thought, Luna Lawrence smiled as she checked herself out in the full-length mirror of Bastille’s submissives’ dressing room. She looked good. Damn good. Her one-shouldered dark-green club dress played up her purple eyes better than the black she normally wore to the dungeon. The dress’s slick fabric showed off all the right parts of her body, including the rings in her nipples and the tattoos down her arms. The gold high-heeled gladiator sandals made her long legs look alluring and elegant.
Wow. Who knew? She’d had her doubts when Zeke sent over his instructions for tonight’s scene. The man had been in full-on Master Z mode when he wrote the laundry list, which read like travel orders to Siberia at first. No leather. No latex. No black. No panties. Okay, the last one had been easy to oblige. But no black? Was the guy serious?
Of course he was. Zeke wasn’t one shred comfortable about doing this, and the preliminary instructions were meant to drive in one statement on his behalf.
Tonight would be played by his rules.
Luna had grumbled but met every demand on the man’s list. No way was she messing this up. She’d waited too long. Had wanted it too bad. Wanted him too bad.
She tugged at the dress and frowned at the weird sensation in her stomach. It felt like a flurry of dry leaves. Ha. The last time she checked, Seattle was outside the door. The term dry didn’t exist within fifty miles. But nervous did. And unsure. Which made the insides of her thighs tingle in anticipation. In greater need to feel that man’s body between them.
She couldn’t wait.
How long had it been since she’d prepared for the command of a Master who’d earned the name? A man who knew that even the clothes on her body had to feel all wrong in order for her head to start feeling right? Who knew that the key to her submissiveness was triple-welded to her brain and all she craved was a Dom with balls big enough to take a blowtorch to those bonds?
Plenty of men had applied for the job. But on one hand alone could she count the ones who’d turned her mind to fireworks and made her dreams come true. Zeke wasn’t represented on that hand. Not yet. Tonight, all that would change. Tonight, if her fantasies really materialized, all those faces on those fingers would be wiped away by the man who’d finally, finally realize that when paint touched its perfect canvas, it was best to thank fate and let the art explode.
With Zeke, she was going to be a Rembrandt.
The leaves in her stomach swirled harder.
The door to the dressing room opened, bringing a blast of the music now permeating the main room. The mix of sensual synth and soaring opera was mixed for the club by one of the city’s emerging DJs. Lively conversation joined the song, a marked difference from the quiet of the club when she’d arrived forty minutes ago. Luna savored the noise. It was Saturday night at Bastille. A very special Saturday night. At last.
The folds between her thighs tickled with fresh arousal. Fortunately, the new arrivals in the room were Penny and Noah. Her friends each took a side of the mirror to give reactions to her makeover.
Penny normally went for an aloof Goth air, but right now her eyes bugged as if Luna stood there in a Mary Poppins costume. “Fuck. Me.”
Luna rolled her eyes. “No thank you.”
Noah held up both hands, showing off perfectly groomed nails. “And don’t look at me.”
Luna glanced back at Penny. “Was that a good ‘fuck me’ or a bad ‘fuck me’?”
Penny tipped her head. “Just a wow one.”
“Thanks for nothing, then.”
“C’mon,” Penny chided. “Does my opinion even matter? This is what Z wanted, right?”
“With one exception.” Noah rolled the words out in a singsong before gliding behind Luna in a cloud of scented baby oil and a creak of leather shorts.
“Damn it.” Luna smoothed a protective hand over her head. “Guess I forgot.”
Penny smirked. “Uh-huh.”
“Shut up.” She fidgeted again. Her hair, a swath of black, lavender, and silver down to her hips, was her glory. It was no secret to anyone in the club. Nobody messed with her hair. Until Zeke and his instructions.
“Right,” Noah drawled. “Just like I forgot Laird is bringing in that new boi toi from his gym to play with tonight—and I decided to wear my hottest leather Daisy Dukes because I wanted to.”
“You can shut up, too.”
“And you can hold still.” Seemingly from nowhere, her friend flourished a hairbrush. He instantly went at her with it, gathering every strand into a high crown ponytail. “Sweet azaleas, what I want to do with this mane…” He pouted at her in the mirror as he started to braid the length, almost pulling off innocent with his blond schoolboy haircut and big brown eyes. “Don’t we have just a few extra minutes? There’s this coiled bun I’ve always wanted to try on you—”
“No coils, Daisy.” Penny grabbed the brush from him before spinning Luna toward the door. “It’s finally time for the lucky Master Z dungeon spin.” Her friend lightly kissed her cheek. “You look perfect. Have fun, beautiful biatch!”
Her friend’s words resonated as she headed out the door. The lucky dungeon spin. If her friends only knew how true the statement was. Penny and Noah had only heard the same line as everyone else—that Zeke was back from deployment and requested her for his homecoming Dominance session. She didn’t realize Luna had gotten her true pass at the jackpot three months ago when Zeke had shown up at her door needing key information for a mission that clearly meant more than the usual. She’d helped him but had asked a price.
