Trust An Even Hand

by Chloe Cox

  “Look at me,” he ordered.

  She couldn’t have done anything else.

  Luke’s hands dug into her legs as he slowly, slowly pulled out, the head of his cock dragging against her g-spot and coaxing another groan from her. He was teasing her. Tormenting her. Showing her who was in control.

  “Say it,” he growled.

  “I’m yours,” she said, practically stammering in a rush to get it all out.

  “Say it.”

  Charlene blinked at him, her pussy aching, her body on fire, unable to move while just the head of his cock teased at her entrance, and wanted to scream. She knew what he wanted. She would give it to him. She would always, always give it to him.

  “I submit,” she said.

  Luke held her eye as he drove into her once more with one powerful, fluid stroke. He stretched her almost to the point of pain, and she dug her fingernails into his shoulders, her inner muscles clenching around him. There really was nothing to do now but hold on. Because he didn’t stop. He didn’t pause. He didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath.

  He plunged into her again and again, his rhythm relentless as he took her, took her, because she knew that’s what it was. She was his. And after this, she’d never be anyone else’s, not really.

  Just that thought sent her higher.

  She threw her head back against the wall as he fucked her, the heat from her core rising, meeting the heat of the air as it swirled around her. She felt like she was going to burn up, incinerate into a cloud of smoke, rise even higher. The heat moved around them as he pushed her higher, spinning faster and faster, until she could feel it gathering in her core, twirling and curling and reaching little tendrils of pleasure out to every last screaming nerve in her body.

  She hadn’t felt this in so long.

  She hadn’t felt this ever.

  And then with a cry it was on her, her muscles pulsing together like a goddamn star as her orgasm washed over her, her nails deep in his shoulders, his cock deep inside her. She felt him tense up around her as it racked her, holding her up as she contracted hard around his cock and screamed in his ear, his body somehow still standing, still strong.

  He just held her there, like that, for…she didn’t know. Time stretched. And it took her a while to figure out he was still hard inside her.

  “We’re not done,” he whispered in her ear.

  The hardest thing Luke had ever done was to hold himself back while Charlene Bastien came around his rock-hard cock.

  He held on to her as her contractions pulsed around him and he fought his own release with every last fiber of his being. He had waited so long, so goddamn long, for a sub like Charlene. So responsive, so fucking perfect. He had waited for her to be ready. And now that she was, he was going to do this right.

  He wanted her bound and screaming his name when he finally came and claimed his sub. He needed her to know she was his. He needed to see the release she got from it.

  He needed her as soon as fucking possible.

  Carefully he lifted her up and pulled out of her, his cock raging at him, then pulled her to him, holding her up with his arms while his cock, wet and hot with her juices, pressed between them. He gritted his teeth and enjoyed the sensation as his sub slowly started to come back to reality in his arms.

  She brushed her cheek against his neck and he nearly dropped her to the floor and buried himself in her all over again.

  Instead he gingerly helped her lower her legs to the ground while her arms wrapped around his neck. He wasn’t sure she could take her own weight yet. As her feet kissed the ground she stretched her body against his, tormenting his cock all over again. She looked down, saw it hard and still shining with wetness, and she bit her lip.

  She bit her fucking lip.

  His cock jumped at the sight and Charlene moved her hand but Luke was quicker. He grabbed her wrist and growled.

  She looked up. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever known, and she was freshly fucked, with her breasts hanging out of her dress and her skin flushed and her eyes hungry.

  Without a word, Luke stripped the dress off of his sub, his muscles shaking with the control it took to do nothing more. This wasn’t his house, and he didn’t have any of his toys or equipment. Didn’t matter. He knew where he was going to take her submission.

  “Kitchen,” he ordered. “On the table. On your back, knees bent, legs spread.”

  Charlene’s big beautiful brown eyes got even bigger. The barest pause of excitement, and then immediate obedience.

  Watching his sub wobble a little as she tried to walk, but trying damn hard to please him anyway, made him even harder. Watching her climb gingerly up onto the table and then position herself on her back perfectly, her breasts rising and falling with each shallow, ragged breath, her eyes staring straight up in perfect obedience, made him actually fucking groan.

  He could see, even from the hall, that she was aroused again, and he hadn’t even touched her yet.

  Yet.

  Her breathing got faster as he approached, the anticipation driving her almost as insane as it was driving him. No, more than that. There was more there.

  He watched her.

  “You’ve thought about this before,” he said, grinning. “In the kitchen, on the table.”

  She nodded quickly, her eyes darting about.

  “Yes,” she said.

  Luke smiled, and slid his hand up the side of her calf as he rounded the corner of the table, smiling even more when she shivered under his touch. He wanted to look at her. Wanted to see her spread for him completely.

  Man, what he wanted and what he was prepared for were too different things.

  No one could be prepared for the sight of Charlene Bastien. She wasn’t just the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen; she took his goddamn breath away. And it wasn’t just the evidence of how much she wanted him, of how ready she was for this. It was how brave she was, even as he could see the stuttering rise and fall of her chest as her breathing grew more and more ragged.

  All for him. And he was going to take good care of his sub, better than anyone ever had. He was going to give her what she deserved—good and hard.

  Luke looked around the kitchen. There wasn’t anything to bind her with, but it was the right room. It was where Charlene really lived. He needed to take her here.

  He’d improvise.

  With a leathery sound he started to slide his belt off, and the sound made her groan. He could see her clench and then open for him.

  “You’ve thought about the belt,” he said.

  Her breathing sped up even more.

  “Yes.”

  “Binding you with it?”

  “Binding,” she said, breathless now. “My hands. Behind my back.”

  “Bent over the table?”

  She nodded furiously, and he watched her hands curl into fists and press against the table with how much she wanted to move. She stayed still.

  Good girl.

  “You masturbated to it?”

  He could see the flush begin to creep across her skin again, saw her lick her lips before she spoke.

  “Yes,” she said, softer.

  “When?” he demanded.

  “That first morning,” she said.

  Luke thought about how hard he’d come thinking about her, that same morning, and smiled.

  “Maybe I’ll give you that eventually,” he said, “But today…”

  Her hips were already moving slightly as he walked closer again, this time around the side, towards her beautiful face.

  “Today I want to see you as I fuck you,” he said, and bent down to take first one of her hands, then the other, and drew them over her head. “I want to see you as I claim you.”

  He heard her quick intake of breath as he quickly bound her wrists together with his belt. He looked around—not good enough. He wanted her to know she was secured, tied down, powerless.

  “Hold your arms there,” he ordered.

&nb
sp; Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out her pair of ruined panties.

  As she watched him with her eyes cast up, the only sounds the sound of cotton on leather and the tiny sounds that Charlene made when she was turned on—he’d want a full catalog of those, eventually—he used one end of her ripped underwear to tie to the belt binding her wrists, and the other end he stretched over the corner of the table and tied it to the table leg.

  Luke chuckled softly and stepped back. Her arms were secured firmly overhead with his belt and her panties, and she was stretched out, spread, naked and exposed for him.

  What a goddamn sight.

  “Today they were useful,” he said as he walked back to the front of the table, where Charlene’s perfect ass was nearly hanging off the edge, “but this is the last day you wear underwear. I want you accessible to me whenever I want you. Understood?”

  There was a happy little sound.

  “Understood?” he repeated, his voice a little harder.

  “Yes,” she said.

  “Yes what?” he said. He was almost there, letting his fingers trail over her naked body.

  “Yes, sir.”

  He was standing in front of her now, looking down at her bared sex. Her thighs were already shaking slightly from nervous anticipation. From being brought so high, held there so long. She’d have to wait a little bit longer.

  “No more orgasms unless I give you permission,” he said, and saw her body tense and her lip quirk.

  She bit her lip again.

  He leaned over her, his torso between her beautifully spread legs, and reached down to fist his hand in her hair. When she looked up at him, he almost lost control.

  “Understood?” he rasped.

  “Yes, sir,” she whispered.

  “Why?” he demanded.

  “Because I’m yours,” she whispered.

  He moved down the length of her body, keeping her head propped up so she saw, and when he got to her beautiful, delicious pussy, he couldn’t stop himself any longer. He needed to know what she tasted like, he needed to fuck her, he needed to claim her.

  He licked her with one broad, slow, deep stroke, his eyes on hers as he did it, and the expression on her face as her eyes fluttered and her back arched broke what remaining self-control he had.

  Luke reared up, grabbed Charlene by the hips, and pulled her down on his aching cock as he thrust forward to the hilt. She keened as he buried himself inside her, and he held on, wrapping her legs around him, steadying her.

  He held her still while he seated himself inside her, the warmth of her soft walls slowly pervading his entire body, and let himself feel. Fuck, this moment. This sight. This beautiful, perfect, naked woman underneath him, the best woman he’d ever known, filled with his cock and aching for more of him. Begging him, with her eyes.

  Luke held her down while he enjoyed this perfect moment, knowing how badly she wanted to move, and knowing that she wouldn’t do it. He could get lost in those eyes, and they were a sub’s eyes, through and through.

  Instead he moved, just a little bit. Swiveled his hips.

  Charlene groaned, and tightened around him. But still he knew she would wait. Knew she wanted to move her hips, knew she ached as much as he did.

  She looked at him, her eyes meeting his, and he lost it.

  Luke pulled out only to bury himself inside her again, his eyes boring into hers. He did it again, and again, watching her breasts bounce with every stroke, her arms straining against the belt, her hips rising to meet him, her head thrown back, her throat bare and wailing, a cry torn from her with every thrust.

  It was enough to drive a man insane.

  Hips still driving into her with that punishing woman, he fought for control and leaned over her, reaching his hand behind her head again, holding her there.

  “Look at me,” he rasped.

  Charlene’s eyes flew open and she did, she looked right at him, not holding anything back. It was all there. She was herself again for the first time in who knew how damn long, and she was beautiful. She glowed when she was happy, and he’d see as much of as it as he damn well wanted in the future. Time to let her go.

  “Come for me,” he ordered.

  Holy fuck.

  She stared at him, her eyes wide, her mouth open. And then he felt her start to come, felt her muscles tighten around his cock. Saw the obvious surprise that he could make her come on command as her eyes got even wider, as her back arched, as she looked at him like she didn’t even know what was happening. And when it washed over her it washed over him too, the powerful contractions raising her up off the table as it wracked her, as it wracked him. She was too much, too goddamn much, and she milked him past the point of self-control. He’d set her free, and now he could let himself go. With a roar, he buried himself inside her once more and came.

  Chapter Twenty

  Charlene didn’t know how long, exactly, it had been since they’d finished, and she didn’t want to know. As far as she was concerned time had stopped with the weight of this delicious Dom on top of her, the heaviness of his body on hers making her feel even more…

  More.

  Just more of everything.

  The first thing he’d done was unbind her wrists and check them, because he was a Dom, but after that he’d collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily. Now she was tracing the lines of the many, many muscles in his back as they lay together on her kitchen table, and it was freaking amazing.

  She’d had no idea her body could even do that. Could feel that. Could experience a connection like that with another person. How had he known she’d fantasized about the kitchen table? How did he know exactly what to do, and when to do it, when she didn’t even…

  How did he seem to see inside her?

  Like he could actually hear her start to overthink, Luke finally stirred in her arms. He lifted himself up on his hands and looked down at her for a second, and there was a tenderness she hadn’t seen before. It made her want to kiss him all over again.

  “Don’t move,” he said.

  Carefully, he lifted himself off of her until he was standing in front of her, at the end the table. He ran the water at the sink until it was warm, wet a fresh towel, and wiped her down. And then he gently, gently began to rub the tight, sore muscles in her legs. It felt like heaven and hell at the same time.

  Mostly heaven.

  “What did I do to get so lucky,” she murmured.

  “Wait’ll you see what happens when you don’t follow an order.” He grinned back at her.

  But he wasn’t done. He was a Dom after all. She should have known. Soon he’d scooped her up in his arms and carried her back to the sunroom, the room she thought of as his now, and wrapped her up in a blanket on his lap so they could watch the sun set out the big front window.

  Charlene had never felt safer in her whole life. She should maybe be freaking out about getting back into BDSM, about a bunch of things, but nope. Just happy.

  “How are you feeling?” he asked, his chest rumbling beneath her cheek.

  Charlene smiled. “Like it’s a good thing you don’t do relationships, because after that…”

  The muscles in his bare chest tensed just perceptibly, and Charlene realized what she’d just said. Damn.

  “I’m totally kidding,” she said quickly, and she had been, honest. “It’s just, I mean, my brain’s going to be jelly for a while, and…”

  “Don’t deprecate yourself, not here,” Luke said quietly. His tone was serious. “I knew what you meant. You have to be able to trust me, Charlie, even with things you think I won’t like, or this won’t work.”

  “I know,” Charlene said, and looked up. “This isn’t my first rodeo, either.”

  Luke flashed a grin, and then went full Dom Face.

  “How are you?” he asked.

  Charlene smiled. “I’m pretty fucking excellent, actually.”

  His chest rumbled against her cheek as he let out a low chuckle, and she nestled in a littl
e closer. He smelled like heaven.

  “I hate to say it,” she murmured, “but you were right. I needed to let go, and…trust, I guess.”

  “Of course I was right.”

  Charlene tried to pinch him, but there wasn’t any fat there to pinch. Just solid abdominal muscles and surprisingly soft skin and…

  “Careful,” he growled.

  She thought about it. Charlene very much wanted to know what discipline from Luke would be like, but if she were honest, her body couldn’t handle it. She’d just run what felt like a sex marathon.

  Soon, though.

  “But we should have talked about it before,” he said. “I take submissives, not girlfriends.”

  Ok, there was a twinge of jealousy at “submissives”, but that was normal. That wasn’t a problem. Charlene could handle it, and this was the situation that made sense for her, too. As much as her body wasn’t ready for discipline, there was no way her heart was ready for love.

  This was fine.

  “I don’t think I would have survived a long talk, to be honest,” she said. “I was already in—”

  “Heat.”

  Now she did pinch him, if softly.

  “Gross. Meltdown! I was in meltdown!”

  Luke laughed again, and then with one huge arm he reached around and grabbed her pinching hand, while with the other he reached under the blanket and thrust his hand between her legs.

  “Careful, little sub,” he said into her ear, and she shivered. She was already beginning to feel it again, that pulsing need, right where he touched her.

  And she could feel all that because of how careful he was with her.

  “Thank you,” she whispered.

  “For?”

  Ever the Dom. Making her be polite and specific.

  “For everything,” she said. “For coming to my rescue, again. For this. For protecting me.”

  She looked up as she said it, which was how she saw a frown flash across his face. For just a second he looked…stricken.

  “I knew you weren’t going to do it,” she said softly.

  “What wasn’t I going to do?”