dakota_trace_his_christmas_gift_myrnas

by Dakota Trace

  “God you’re tight.” His declaration was followed with a sharp nip along her neck.

  Pressure turned into burning pleasure when his thumb pushed forcibly inside her ass. “Oh, my god, Amery!” His first name slipped out unbidden. She squeezed her eyes shut when a moment later, he pinched her nipple hard. His intention was obvious. He was punishing her for her slip without stopping his play.

  “I mean Master,” she babbled. Her body was a chaotic mass of need now. His devilish fingers plucked and teased at the wet flesh between her thighs while his lips, tongue and teeth mapped out every inch of her shoulders and neck. “Master, Master, Master.” She didn’t care she kept moaning the word as long as he continued to touch her. She cried out when his hands left her pussy, barely aware of his low curse and muttered words. The press of hard flesh between her thighs and against her now drenched portal had her moaning wildly. Rocking her hips, she tried to capture his hot, hard length inside her.

  His fingers were nearly brutal when they turned her head to look at him as he finally caught her attention. His hair was rumpled as if he’d dragged his hands through it. His shirt was hanging open, exposing a smattering of silver curls across his chest. They trailed down his yummy abs to thicken once more at the top of his pubis. It should be illegal for a man his age to look this sexy. Craning her neck, she tried to look down between their bodies. She wanted to see his cock. “Please, Master.”

  “Look at me, slave!” Her eyes tore away from where their bodies were nearly joined to look into his eyes. “I’m clean. Tell me I can claim this pussy with nothing between us, slave!”

  Oh God, he wants to fuck me bareback. I haven’t felt a naked cock in me since I gave birth to Caelan. Around the building orgasm in her womb, the muscles briefly relaxed before clenching hard as her need escalated. “Yes, Master!”

  “Mother fuck.” His accent was nearly unintelligible now. He pulled her back from the poster before shoving her towards the bed itself. “Up on your hands and knees.” His order was harsh as she heard him kicking off his shoes then the metal of his belt hitting the floor. She scrambled onto the bed. She didn’t even have time to look at him before his hot body covered hers. The silky brush of his shirt tails told her he hadn’t even taken the time to remove it before joining her.

  She screamed when his fingers thrust inside of her. “God damn, so fucking wet.” His hand left and smacked her left hip. “Do you submit to me, slave? Are you going to give me my due as your Master?” She nodded, nearly sobbing as his hand hit her opposite cheek. Each stinging slap sent her a step closer to something. She wasn’t sure what but it tantalized her.

  “Do you submit?” His bark was intense. She vaguely knew he was waiting for her to answer him verbally. The need, the pleasure, the pressure was now buffeting her continuously. “Yes, Master, yes.” Her gasps were barely audible but he must’ve heard her because a moment later she felt her pussy being filled and filled some more. When his cockhead butted into her cervix, she screamed as her first orgasm burst over her. Even as she was coming, she was babbling, apologizing for her lapse in not waiting for his permission.

  “Ah, fuck yes.” His hands were gripping her hips. He jerked out before thrusting back inside hard and deep. Her arms collapsed and her upper body hit the bed. She tried to push back up but his hand pressed between her shoulder blades. With her chest lower than her hips, she felt every inch of him even deeper than before. “God, so tight and wet!” It sounded as if he were gritting every word out between his teeth. His hips slapped against her arse, the loud sound echoing through the room, along with the creaking from the bed. In a haze, as her pleasure grew sharper and more intense, she realized she needed more. Oh my god, I’m gonna fly apart!

  “Please Master, please, oh God…I need… I need…”

  “What do…you…need?” His words were just as broken as hers were.

  Fumbling she tried to arrange her arms. She cried out in frustration as she couldn’t get them where she wanted. She needed one thing but her body wouldn’t give it to her. Tears poured down her cheeks.

  He slowed the movement of his hips. “Shh, slave. No tears unless they’re of pleasure.” His voice was trembling. “Tell me what you need, Myrna.”

  “I’m…going to…shatter…fly apart…hold me down, Master…don’t let me fall apart.”

  His eyes flared. “You need the bonds don’t you, sweet slave?” She nodded.

  Slowly but reluctantly pulling out of her, he pressed a kiss on her shoulder. “Don’t move.” He left the bed. She could see him opening his briefcase. Rummaging around inside it, he pulled out several short lengths of silk. When he came back, he sat down on the bed next to her hip. “Widespread or arms alone?”

  Myrna lifted her head. “I can’t do arms.”

  “Says who?” He gave her a stern look. He rearranged her to his liking as he positioned her arms in a surprisingly comfortable position. When he tied each wrist to her opposite forearm in front of her, she gasped in surprise. Tied in such away, they were cradled against her belly instead of the small of her back. “Trust me, slave.” He moved around her. A moment later he resumed his position behind her. He prodded her with the wet tip of his cock before flexing his hips. In a single stroke he was inside of her. “Now where were we, slave?” Evidently he didn’t expect an answer, because his hand pressed in between her shoulders once more, as he began to move. Not as hard or fast as before, but deep enough to have her crying out her pleasure against the bedding.

  “Good?” His question washed over her.

  “Yes, Master,” she whispered.

  He leaned over her. “Is this what you needed?” He increased his thrusts. Within moments, she found herself hovering back on the cusp of something she wasn’t familiar with, but this time she felt grounded and connected to her Master. His hard cock was stroking against her cervix and she could feel his balls smacking against her clit with each thrust. The pleasure mixed with the erotic pain of feeling him so deep.

  “Yes, Master, yes.” She panted just before she hovered on the edge of an unfamiliar space. She so wanted to jump into that space but her body was tightening and trembling on what she was sure was going to be one of the hardest climaxes she’d ever had.“So good, Master.”

  “Then this’ll feel even better!” His thumb pushed inside her ass and the world exploded around her with the bite of pain his breach caused. Dark spots danced in front of her eyes as wetness flew and she dove headlong into pleasure.

  She vaguely heard him cursing. His hips slapped against hers - hard and brutal. Moments later she felt his wetness join hers as he came inside her, unleashing what was years of lust on her poor, unsuspecting pussy.

  Her heart raced as they lay tangled on the bed, she still on her knees and he covering her trembling form. “Gods, you’re dynamite, woman.” His voice was rueful.

  She just grunted - incapable of speech or coherent thought at the moment. She groaned when he slowly withdrew, spilling more wetness on the bed under them. She was about to apologize when he suddenly rolled her over onto her back. She gave a startled cry as he buried his face in her pussy. “What…you can’t…” she mumbled wanting to scramble away from his voracious tongue and mouth. “…oh Amery…Master…I…” When his tongue stabbed at her clit, she couldn’t stop another gush of liquid.

  He lifted his head for a moment. “Yes, I can.” He gave her what she considered his patented “Dom look” before he continued. His hand cupped her pussy. “This is mine. Every single drop, slave. Now enjoy.” His mouth attacked her once more. A low moan escaped her and she gave into his will. She simply enjoyed.

  Chapter Twelve

  The feeling of warmth on her face woke Myrna. Opening her eyes, she realized it was morning. Behind her she felt the unfamiliar heat of another body. It took her a moment to remember where she was and who she was with. Amery. Her Master. Trembling fingers traced the soft velvet of her collar. A flush raced over her. Memories of the previous evening came flooding back.
Of returning to the hotel after straightening out her finances, of the first time they’d made love, barely making their reservations before returning to the hotel to make love again before falling asleep, only to be woken again throughout the night by his hungry mouth feasting between her legs.

  Looking over her shoulder, she studied her Master’s sleeping face. He looked sated to his toes and the sexy five o’clock shadow with its traces of silver had her wanting to smooth her hand over his jaw. He’d surprised her last night with the depth of his hunger. I can easily understand why he’s in such high demand at The Sanctuary’s Lair. He’s unbelievably sexy and dear Lord, his stamina is enough to put a young man’s to shame. God I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard or often in all my life.

  Scooting off the bed slowly, she made her way to the bathroom. Just before shutting the door, she peeked at the masculine form still lying on the bed. He hadn’t moved but from the door she could see the sexy expanse of his back and shoulders. Her libido, which should’ve been more than sated, stirred. There were several red scratches on his shoulders from her nails. She’d marked him as surely as he’d marked her.

  Closing the door softly, she turned to face herself in the mirror. Who is that woman? She barely recognized herself. Her lips were swollen from Amery’s kisses, her cheeks were pink, her hair was a tangled mess instead of the neat braid she normally wore. But the most disconcerting thing was the satisfied gleam in her eyes. She looked years younger than she was. Oh, My God, is that really me? A girlish giggle escaped her. Who’d have ever thought I would look like this?

  She turned away from her reflection and started to fill the large tub rather than take another shower. Even with the shower she’d taken last night before bed, she felt sore and a bit sticky from their nocturnal activities. A long soak might just do the trick. Pouring a generous amount of the aromatic lavender bath salts, she let the tub fill. Once it was full, she removed her pretty collar. After making sure it was in a safe place, she sank into the heated water with her hair piled high on her head. Other than a slight wince at the initial sting of the hot water, she was quite content to lie there all morning. Humming an old Irish lullaby, she closed her eyes and allowed to the hot scented water to do its job. It wasn’t long before she was dozing off.

  * * * *

  “And what I have found here?” An amused voice slowly woke Myrna.

  It sounded like Amery’s, she mused, reluctant to leave the sleepy place she found herself in.

  “I do believe it might be a water sprite.” A large hand slid across her nipple before settling around her entire breast. “But somehow I don’t think the water sprites my nana told me about had these delicious breasts.”

  She jerked fully awake. Her eyes opened slowly. The tub’s water had grown cool. Amery was sitting completely dressed for the day on the ledge surrounding the tub with one hand in the water teasing her breast.

  “Morning, Amery.” Her voice came out a husky mixture of sleep and desire.

  “Amery?” His hand tweaked her nipple. “I thought we went over this, slave.”

  Licking her lips, she gave a nod towards the vanity where the pretty velvet collar was sitting. “No collar.” He looked over at the vanity.

  “And you took it off?” His eyes went a gun-metal grey and his voice was stern.

  She slowly sat up. Damage control was obviously needed. “I didn’t want to get my collar wet, Master. I thought it would be all right since you removed it yourself last night before our shower.”

  “Up.” His voice brooked no refusal. If that weren’t enough, the sight of his arms crossed over his wide chest would’ve done the trick. Slowly rising out of the water, she shivered as the cool air brushed over her wet skin. His eyes traced every curve of her body. Her nipples tightened and she could feel a moistness gathering between her legs which couldn’t be blamed on her bath. The longer he sat there devouring her with his eyes, the wetter she became.

  She moaned when he finally moved. His fingers traced her labia before sliding between them to tweak her clit.

  “Is this my wetness?” The look he gave her dared her to deny his claim.

  She nodded.

  His hand slid up to her hip. “And this is my body?”

  She nodded again.

  “It’s missing something, slave.”

  She moved forward to get her collar. His hand on her arm stopped her. He reached into his pocket. When he drew out a thin leather collar with a small silver ring at its center, she stared. It was beautiful in its simplicity but anyone who saw it would have no doubt what it was. “Come here.” She moved closer to him. He gently placed the collar around her throat. “I want the world to know you’re mine.” He pressed a kiss against her collarbone. “Now get dressed. We’re meeting Caelan in less than hour at The Winding Stair.”

  Surprise and pleasure washed over her at the thought. Caelan and she used to frequent the quaint eatery overlooking the Ha’penny Bridge and the River Liffey. “Caelan?”

  An indulgent smile crossed his face. “Yes, he came over early on business and when he found out we were in Dublin, he offered to have brunch with us.” His hand caressed her hip, before smacking it. “But we’ll miss brunch, slave, if you don’t get some clothing on this body. Now, step to it.”

  She gave him a brilliant smile. “Yes, Master.” She started towards the bedroom before stopping and nibbling on the inside of her cheek. “What are we going to tell Caelan, Master?”

  He gathered her close. “We’ll let things progress naturally, sweetheart. Now go get dressed.” He gave her an encouraging smile. As she left, Amery shook his head as his slave rushed out of the bathroom, no longer caring that she was naked. What a change from last night.

  * * * *

  As Amery guided her through the crowded dining room of The Winding Stair, Myrna looked for her son’s familiar dark head. She finally spotted him sitting at a table near the tall ceiling length windows. Leaving Amery behind, she rushed over. She threw herself into her son’s arms. “I’ve missed you, mac.” The Gaelic word for son slipped off her lips without thought. “It’s been too long since you’ve visited your old mother.” She released him as Amery came up to them.

  “Master Alastar.” Caelan nodded to his mentor as he helped his mother remove her winter jacket. “I’m glad you were able to accompany my mother to the city. It’s good to see you aren’t letting her wither away in the country.”

  Amery gave him a grin. “Never, my boy.” He took the coat from Caelan after seating Myrna. Handing the jacket to the waiter who appeared next to their table, he sat down beside to her.

  Taking a quick sip of her water, she focused on her son. “So I hear you’re here on business, Caelan?”

  Caelan nodded. “Yes, I am. When I found out you and Master Alastar were in town, I couldn’t resist trying to squeeze in a meal with you both.” He gave her a mocking scowl. “It’s been several years since I’ve actually seen the two of you together, Mum.”

  She blushed at his words. “Well, I…”

  Amery’s hand landed on her thigh. “…ran me a ragged chase, right slave?”

  Caelan’s eyebrows drew up in surprise. “Mum?”

  She darted her eyes towards Amery. If looks could’ve killed, Amery Alastar would’ve been a dead man. “I thought we were going to let things progress naturally, Master?” Her voice was mocking despite her words.

  Amery shrugged. “So sue me, m’gnogag.”

  Caelan leaned forward to move the collar of Myrna’s shirt aside before pausing. His eyes met Amery’s. “May I?”

  Amery nodded. Myrna wanted to bristle at the idea that her son needed permission to touch her, but knew even her son wouldn’t touch a sub who was claimed by another, even if it was his own mother.

  She watched her son’s face carefully as he parted the collar to see the leather collar resting snuggly against the hollow off her neck. He leaned back and she was surprised to see a sheen of moisture in her son’s eyes.

 
; “Sweetheart?” She looked over at Amery in confusion. Why would seeing me collared make Caelan cry? I would’ve thought he’d be happy about it.

  “He never thought I’d be able to collar you, Myrna.”

  Caelan nodded, confirming Amery’s words. “After I left home, I figured Amery would make his move, but when he didn’t I assumed you’d never end up together, Mum.”

  A furious blush crossed her face. “Really? I’m not that stubborn!”

  “Said the kettle…” Caelan began.

  “… to the pot,” Amery finished.

  A giggle escaped her, some things never changed. “You boys have been ganging up on me for years.” She stuck her tongue out at both of them. Their laughter joined hers.

  * * * *

  “Well, Mum, I hate to break this short but I have an appointment with the investigators.”

  A frown crossed Myrna’s face. “Is everything okay?”

  He gave her a smile. “Don’t worry. They just have a few questions about Dad. When he convinced that young bank teller to give him your money, the bank pressed charges against him for Grand Larceny. They arrested him but something happened and he escaped. Now they can’t find him.”

  Fear washed over. “And they think he’s been in contact with you?”

  “He called me, Mum, threatening you. It was one of the reasons I wanted to meet with Amery. He’ll protect you.”

  Fury – a red haze like none she’d ever known - washed over her. She glanced from one man to another. They both were wearing stubborn expressions. “Excuse me?”

  “Settle down, m’gnogag. This is nothing for you to worry about. I won’t let anything happen to you.” Amery’s voice was soothing as if she were a high strung filly, Myrna fumed.