by Regina Cole
A strange woman stood in the living room doorway, her leather pants and red lace bustier clearly showing off her assets. Her hair was shoulder-length, auburn, with blunt-cut bangs. She had bright tattoos, beautiful eyes, and a wicked smile. Eliza’s eyes widened as she saw the riding crop flick against the woman’s leg.
“Um, who the hell are you? Why are you in my house?”
“I asked her to come. I wanted it to be a surprise.” His voice was unmistakable.
Her hand flew to her mouth, and she stood there in shock. The woman had moved aside, and there, in what once had been Eliza’s living room, was a sort of makeshift BDSM dungeon. A swath of black fabric covered her couch, with assorted toys laid out like a buffet of sin. And there, in the center of the room, Chandler was strapped to a wide, low, padded table. He wore his pants, but he was shirtless.
“We got here about half an hour ago. I didn’t know where you’d gone, but I wanted this to be a surprise. I hope it’s okay. Please tell me it’s okay.”
The woman laid a gentle hand on Eliza’s shaking shoulder. In a soft, motherly voice, she spoke. “Your boyfriend told me about your fantasy. I think it’s beautiful. If you want to, I can help make that fantasy come true for the both of you.”
Eliza looked at Chandler, wondering how her body could possibly hold all the happiness and love that was flooding her limbs. It felt as if the feelings were pouring through her, leaking from her pores and glowing through the room.
Chandler pulled at his restraints and frowned. “I guess I didn’t think this through. I really want to kiss you right now. Sidney, do you think—”
“ ‘Madam’ or ‘Mistress,’ please.” The woman’s tone was sharp.
“Sorry. Mistress, think you could turn me loose for a minute?”
Eliza didn’t wait to see what Mistress Sidney’s response was. She ran across the room and threw herself atop Chandler, laughing, crying, and kissing him all at once.
“You do understand,” she said between kisses. Her tears were salty, and were dripping on his face, but she didn’t care. “You are the best man I’ve ever known.”
He met her kiss with every bit of fervor she put into it. Their tongues met and touched, dancing together in the wet heat. She pulled back to look down on him, her smile so wide it almost hurt her cheeks.
“I love you, Eliza. I’m sorry that I ever gave you cause to doubt that.”
“Chandler.” Her voice broke and she rested her head against his bare chest. “I love you, too. So very much.”
“I’m glad. That makes this a lot more convenient.”
He winked at her, and she laughed aloud. Her heart was so full, and her mind was so filled with the wonderful man beneath her that she’d almost forgotten they weren’t alone.
A pointed throat clearing from behind them startled Eliza back into the moment.
“Well, what’s it going to be? Submission for two is on special today.”
Chandler wasn’t sure what he’d done in a previous life to deserve what was happening to him now, but he thanked his long-lost former self for whatever it was.
After Eliza had crawled on top of him and kissed him, Mistress Sidney had ordered her down. What followed was the most erotic two hours of his life. Under the dominatrix’s firm hand, Eliza tortured Chandler in the most decadent ways possible. The two women had stripped his pants from him, and he lay on the table, wrists and ankles trapped as they applied various punishments to him.
Eliza had teased him with a small, prickly wheel, the tiny metal teeth biting softly into his skin. He’d shivered as his blood pumped harder. His cock took notice, especially when she wheeled the thing over his inner thighs.
Then he’d been blindfolded, teased with a feather, and as he waited now in the darkness for whatever was next, he counted his lucky stars that he’d ignored Gregory’s warnings about Eliza.
His hardness was unmistakable, and his libido was on high alert.
“What should we do now?” Eliza’s voice was excited, breathy.
“I think maybe—this.”
A whispered conversation took place then, and though Chandler strained, he couldn’t make out the words they were saying.
“Oooh. I see.”
Suddenly there were hands on his wrist and his ankle. The bonds were being removed.
He couldn’t help but be a little disappointed there. But then the thought that he might get to tantalize Eliza in much the same way sprang into his brain, and he couldn’t possibly feel sad about that.
The velvety restraints fell away, and he started to sit up.
“Stay right there. You haven’t been given permission to move.”
Chandler stopped. He wasn’t really the submissive type, in general, but being with Eliza had shown him the many different ways he could enjoy sex. So he stayed put.
“Move to your right, Chandler, until you’re lying on the edge of the table.” Hands, presumably Mistress Sidney’s, appeared beside him to show him where the edge of the table was. He moved into position, anticipation pinging in his brain.
Fabric rustled, the thump of something hitting the floor. Shoes? The table moved slightly, then a warm body was stretched out beside him.
“Roll onto your sides and face one another.” Mistress Sidney removed the blindfold, and he blinked at the sudden light. Eliza lay next to him, a nervous smile on her face. She wore only her bra and panties, and the sight of her near-nudity sent another jolt of lust to his already stiff cock.
“Get close together, that’s right. Chandler, wrap your arms around her. Now, are you comfortable?”
“Yes, Mistress.” They said it at the same time, and a soft laugh escaped Eliza. Chandler smiled, too. There was no denying that this was strange, but erotic nonetheless. Her warm body was pressed against him, skin on skin, the beautiful scent of her driving him wild. He drew in another breath of her. He’d never get enough.
“Now remember, this is what Eliza asked for. If it’s too much, speak the words. You’re in control of this.”
“Yes,” Eliza said, and Chandler held her tighter.
The dominatrix held a long-tasseled flogger in her right hand, and she stood by the low table on Eliza’s side, looking down on them. With an expert twirl, she gave an evil grin.
“For every strike, I expect thanks.”
The flogger flicked across Eliza’s backside, and she gasped. Her cheeks colored, and her fingers dug into Chandler’s back. “Thank you, mistress.”
The flogger twirled in the air before laying its tendrils across Chandler’s hip. The tiny sting heightened his arousal, and he groaned, pressing it harder against Eliza. “Thank you, mistress.”
The next soft strike was Eliza’s. She bit his neck. “Thank you, mistress.”
Chandler’s. He moved his hand to her breast and squeezed lightly. “Thank you, mistress.”
It continued in this way for long, incredible moments. The pace was never predictable, and with every touch of the flogger their passion grew. They kissed deeply, tongues moving as their bodies flinched from each tiny sting. The pain turned to pleasure as quickly as it sparked, and every time Eliza’s hips thrust against Chandler he fought the orgasm mounting in his body.
He had to wait. This was the warm-up; the main event was coming soon. And so would they.
Then Mistress Sidney’s rhythm quickened. Right, left, she struck them lightly, over and over, the flogger’s suede strips crossing from Eliza to Chandler and back again. Chandler could feel each hit, each decadent strike on their bodies.
Eliza panted, she moaned, she rubbed against him as if she were on fire and he was her only hope of survival. His hands roamed everywhere, her breasts with their taut nipples, down to her leg where he squeezed, then between her thighs where he rubbed her panties gently.
Their breath mingled and they clung to one another until the flogging was over.
“Now,” Mistress Sidney said, stepping back and removing her leather gloves, “I will leave you. I’ll return in
two hours for my equipment.”
“Thank you, Mistress Sidney.” The words were muffled because Chandler’s mouth was on Eliza’s neck. He was so preoccupied with the sweetness of her flesh that he barely even heard the front door shut behind her.
“God, Chandler,” Eliza cried as he ripped the panties down her legs. God, she was so wet. He could smell her arousal, and it made him crazy.
Kneeling by the edge of the table, he gripped her hips and moved her to the edge. Then he buried his face between her legs, his tongue seeking and finding her throbbing clit. From the top of her slit to the bottom, over and over, he kissed, nibbled, and licked her. Her hands tangled in his hair and she pulled, the discomfort edging his cock higher into the danger zone. Thrusting his tongue inside her, he drank her in.
Eliza. She was his.
“Fuck me, please.” She was sobbing with want now, thrashing her head back and forth on the padded table. “I—I’ve never, God, please, I want your cock now!”
He jerked upright and sank into her in the very next second. Her body was so wet that it easily accommodated him, and he sank into her all the way to his hilt. His sac nestled against her ass, as he stood on the floor and widened his stance.
“You want this?” He pinched her nipple lightly as he withdrew his cock.
“Yessss.” Her hands reached for his hips, her nails dragging down his skin.
He slammed into her again, and she cried out. Over and over he plunged his cock into her sweet depths, her body welcoming him, beckoning him further in, deeper, more. Faster. Her voice and her skin and her soul seemed to invite him in, and he was more than happy to accommodate them.
He pounded against her, his sac slamming against her ass, his hands gripping her thighs hard. He almost came, but he pulled out before he could spill himself. Too soon. He wanted to see her come first.
“Get on top of me,” he directed as he lay back on the table beside her. “I want you to ride me.”
She didn’t hesitate. Her thigh slid over his belly and she rose on her knees to guide him to her entrance. His blood roared in his ears as she slid down his length until he was completely inside her. For a moment she didn’t move anything except her inner muscles, those wonderful little creatures that begged him for his cum.
“Ride me,” he growled, reaching for her breasts. She lifted her hair off her neck and began to lift and swivel her hips. Over and over she lifted and lowered, in and out, her body hot and wanting.
Her rhythm grew faster, more insistent, and she braced herself on his chest. Her eyes went wide, and her pants were gasps, hungry cries. He knew what she needed, and he’d be happy to do it for her.
He reached between them and fondled her clit. The soft touch was enough to send her over the edge. Her rhythm broke, and she slammed down on him, hard. Her inner muscles worked him, and that hot, sweet fist of her body broke his resistance. With a hoarse yell he released his orgasm, hot pulses deep within her body.
His heart pounding and his body spent, Chandler looked up at Eliza. Her mouth was open, her eyes soft, and her hair was wild.
“I love you,” she breathed.
“I love you, Liza.”
He grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips for a kiss. This hand was the one he wanted to hold, for now and forever. He’d wondered what it would take to heal his heart, and it was this woman. She was more beautiful than anyone he’d ever seen, especially with a halo of afterglow.
And she was his.
EPILOGUE
The sea wind whipped Eliza’s hair across her face, and she tried her best to corral it behind her head. It was tough with as fast as the boat was traveling.
“You okay?” Chandler’s voice was far away, even though he stood just two feet away behind the small skiff’s wheel.
“I’m good!” She wrestled her hair into a messy ponytail and adjusted her sunglasses.
It was a beautiful day on the Outer Banks, and she’d been happier here than she ever had been in Appledale. For the last six months this had been her home. She and Chandler spent their free time on the beach, or riding in the boat, even kiteboarding, which Eliza had just discovered a passion for. Not to mention the BDSM classes they took once a month.
In a small shoal, Chandler cut the engine and moved to sit beside her on the small bench. Eliza snuggled against his side.
“You feeling okay?” His broad hand rubbed her hip gently, and she winced.
“Yeah. It’s sore, but a good kind of sore.”
Chandler’s face—more tanned now that they’d spent the past few months outside more often than not—wrinkled in a smile. “You wouldn’t be so sore if you didn’t keep begging me to spank you harder.”
“Well, you like it as much as I do.” She pinched his ass, and he gave an obligatory yelp.
“True enough. I never thought I’d be into it, but I’m glad you introduced me. What’s the next class supposed to cover?”
Eliza watched as a seagull swooped down beside them, ducking its head under the water. “I think it’s shibari—you know, the knots and rope stuff?”
“That should be fun. I’m good with knots.”
Eliza’s heart leapt. “I remember.”
They fell silent for a moment or two, watching the gentle lap of the waves in the sound. Rushes of a nearby sandbar riffled in the wind, dappling the sunlight on the water’s surface. Eliza closed her eyes and breathed in the scent of sea and Chandler. Her favorite scents now. She’d never imagined being this happy. Ever since she’d been fired from Quality, her life had improved dramatically. Harold had finally gotten tired of Tyler’s shit, and he’d been let go about a month after the fight. Last she heard, he was a pharmaceutical rep schmoozing with urologists. It suited him.
She’d found a perfect job only twenty minutes from Chandler’s home, and they’d been living together. Head over heels in love wasn’t even enough to describe how she felt for him. In his arms, she was home. In his bed, she was beautiful. And she liked herself. More than that, she finally understood that her fantasies had never been weird or wrong. Chandler loved and accepted everything about her, including her not-so-vanilla desires.
“I thought you were going to go fishing,” Eliza murmured.
“Well, we can, but I thought maybe we’d get some business taken care of first.”
His voice was unusually serious, and Eliza popped her eyes open. “What?”
Chandler stood, and carefully turned to face her. As he dropped to one knee, Eliza’s hand went over her mouth. He pulled a small gray velvet cube from the pocket of his swim trunks and opened it.
The diamond inside glittered brilliantly in the sunlight, throwing sparkles onto the water surrounding them.
“Eliza Jackson, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
Her heart was beating so hard she was afraid she’d misunderstood him. Her fingers trembled against her lips. “Oh my God, really? Are you sure?”
Chandler nodded, and the smile on his face was full of intense emotion. “I know this is right. I love you more than I’ve loved anyone in my life. I want to spend forever with you, Eliza.”
There was only one answer. “Yes. Oh please, yes.”
She threw her arms around him and laughed aloud, startling a flock of gulls who’d landed nearby. As they took to the air, feathers flying, Eliza watched them. She was free of her past, free of her own doubts. And all it had taken was this man believing in her to change her world.
Chandler kissed her, and she kissed him back. For the rest of her life, this was where she wanted to be. In his kiss, in his arms, in his bed. She was happy in her skin, and he loved her just the way she was.
Had any woman ever been as lucky as she was?
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