Love Me, Master Me (The Dungeon Fantasy Club Book 6)

by Anya Summers

  "Let it out, love," Bastian said as he soothed her.

  And she did. It was like someone had finally turned on her internal faucet and there was no stopping the deluge. She raged. She sobbed. She clung to his strength like a life raft. And through it all, Bastian held her.

  Her eyelids drooped as her crying slowed. Worn out from the battering storm, Delilah surrendered to the oblivion of sleep, still cradled in Bastian's arms.

  *****

  Christ!

  Bastian noticed the tension finally drain from Delilah's body with a ragged sob. Her tears hit him square in the chest on a fundamental level. The fact that this gorgeous creature had been hurt so deeply made him want shield her, protect her, slay dragons in her name.

  It was clear that she'd been deeply injured. He figured it was the ex—Ethan—she'd mentioned before, and imagined all manner of torture he could heap upon him.

  Bastian had gravely miscalculated his approach. He had never wanted to cause her harm. If he'd known her feelings, he would have chosen a different path, been a bit more gentle with his coercing instead of the full on frontal assault tactics he'd used. Bastian had treated her poorly, considering more of his wants and desires than hers. Because, at the end of the day, in the last few years he'd been a selfish bastard, even when he had dallied with subs.

  That didn't mean he hadn't seen to their needs, but his ultimate goal had been his own, ignoring that inner voice of his that urged him to take more care. It had become a mindless pursuit of pleasure that never truly satisfied him deep in his core. If she hadn't bashed him over the head with her aggressive display of passion the previous night, he might have thought through his tactics more thoroughly. As it was, she'd rocked his world on its axis, and he still didn't have his bearings.

  At her soft snore, he glanced down. Her eyes were puffy and swollen closed from her crying jag, her makeup smudged under her eyes. Her lips; those full, pouty, begging to be kissed lips of hers that he could suck on for hours at a time, were slightly parted, her breaths a little ragged and uneven as she slept against him. It was the hand, her hand, curled into a fist against his chest with a swath of his shirt in its grasp that got him.

  Even with his bungling things, she'd clung to him. It spoke volumes of inherent trust.

  Trust between a Dom and his sub were essential building blocks to a solid relationship. As much as he wanted to brush it off as meaningless, he couldn't stop the contentment filling his center at her actions. When was the last time a sub had offered him her full trust as Delilah did now in her sleep? Not ever, in his recollection, which made him a piss poor Dom.

  He'd had long term D/s relationships, although he used the term relationship loosely, but not one of them had ever achieved true intimacy. There had been trust extended during scenes, which bled into the sexual relationship, but he'd never been close to one of them. All of it had been totally by his design. He kept women at arm's length, hell, most people in general, when he thought about it. Bastian had been abandoned by his parents. First his father, when he was a toddler, and then his mother had overdosed on sleeping pills when Bastian was seven. There'd been no extended family that would take him in, and he'd ended up in a group home for orphans in Perth. Since then he'd never allowed himself to get close to another woman. His band members were his brothers, all of them having met in the orphan and foster system in Australia, banding together against the bullies in the group homes. Yet when it came to women, well, they could too easily leave and decide you weren't what they wanted. Which brought him full circle, or so it seemed, to the beautiful armful sleeping against his chest.

  Delilah made him feel. More than he had with any other woman. It terrified him.

  When he went to shift his body, she clung tighter and burrowed more deeply against him. With a sigh, he surrendered and laid his head back against the couch, resting as best as he could. The need to cuff her, to mark her as his, pervaded him. Bastian had never offered a sub his cuffs before, but Delilah made him crave more permanence. He wasn't positive exactly what it was about her that created that urge, but he'd never wanted it more.

  His last thought was that he'd have to change his tactics and seduce her, show her how good it could be to belong to him and be with him. Convince her to accept his cuffs.

  Chapter Seven

  Delilah wasn't sure what startled her awake. But her eyes snapped open and she found herself staring at Bastian's sleeping countenance. His head was tilted back against the lip of the couch, the fan of his lashes inky black against his cheeks, his mouth opened slightly with the steady rise and fall of his chest under her as he breathed. Her body had molded itself over his sturdy form in sleep, her head rested against his shoulder, but what surprised her was that he'd never let her go. His arms held her tight like she was his own personal teddy bear.

  Warmth suffused her. She'd not been held so securely since she was a child. Ethan had never liked to cuddle with her after a scene, once again blaming her size, saying that his arm would fall asleep if she used it as a pillow. Bastian's body had taken the full brunt of her weight in sleep without complaint.

  Amazing! It blew her mind.

  Bastian, for all his earlier blunder, had never acted as though or insinuated that she was too large or that it turned him off. Quite the opposite, in fact, he'd even cooked up a song just to be closer, for the chance to get closer to her, and had taken every opportunity to touch her in some way. Delilah found she wasn't angry anymore; most of her early storm had been raging and building inside her for weeks. She'd used his fumbling attempt to get closer to her as an outlet for her grief. And what was more, he'd let her, never once being patronizing or off putting but allowed her to rage and scream until all of her bluster had expended itself.

  She may not be ready to wear his cuffs. In truth, she might never want to give another Dom that much control over her again. But she was ready to admit that she wanted him with a fierce desire where he was fast becoming an obsession.

  Could she risk getting involved with him this week and not get her heart involved?

  That was the real question. And if she decided to walk away now, would she regret missing out on the pleasure she could have experienced at his hands?

  For all of her enjoyment of the lifestyle, she'd never been all that adventurous. She'd performed scenes, to be certain, with a multitude of Doms in the intervening years between her introduction to the lifestyle and the start of her relationship with Ethan, but had never pressed for what she wanted, what she needed, allowing the Dom to set the course and tenure of the experience. If she'd had a motto as a sub, it would have been whatever they wanted. In all these years she'd never made it about what she wanted or needed, and few Doms had ever delivered with the startling exception of a couple, mainly Declan and Jared. And those two had been the exception, not the rule.

  Part of taking control of her life meant forging her own path with what she needed physically to feel complete. She'd never spoken up out of fear of rejection. After all, she was the plus-sized girl, and should feel lucky anyone was paying her any attention at all—or at least that was what she'd trained herself to believe. That she was so unworthy she had to settle for whatever crumbs of affection a Dom was willing to dole out.

  Screw that train of thought.

  She had needs, she had urges. So what if there was a bit more flesh available? Bastian didn't seem to mind, or treat her like a heavyweight. When she truly thought about it, he had carried her full weight on his shoulders in the elevator, and not once had acted like she was too much or too heavy.

  And that fact sealed her decision. No cuffs, but that didn't mean she wouldn't play.

  With a small smile, she bit her lip and gently wiggled from his grasp. Once freed, she shimmied out of her dress and disrobed until she was wearing not a single stitch. Then she knelt before him with a single thought in mind. Ever since their interlude in the elevator, she'd yearned to taste him.

  Ethan had never liked her giving him head.

>   But as potent as her lovemaking with Bastian had been, she wondered if she could disprove Ethan's claims yet again. Finding her courage, her fingers went to the button on his jeans. Desire pooled in her belly as she imagined his reaction to waking with his cock in her mouth. She mumbled a groan as she freed him from his pants and boxers.

  He was soft as she stroked her fingers over his length. She explored his cock, cupping him in her hands as his body responded to her caresses. The smooth head of his wide member enticed her, and while he was still semi-hard, she enveloped him in her mouth. Swishing her tongue around his head, she sucked his member, enjoying the way he filled her mouth as his body responded to her ministrations.

  She rolled the heavy sac of his balls in one hand, testing their weight and form.

  When his cock was stiffly erect in her mouth, Delilah established a campaign intent on having him come in her mouth as he woke. She couldn't remember wanting something more than she did that in this moment. It made her own desire explode in her system as she moved her mouth up and down over his penis.

  Wetness dripped between her thighs as she sucked his length, hollowing her cheeks and deep throating him until the bulbous head touched the back of her throat. She feasted on his flesh, and the hard length gliding in her mouth.

  She panted, her nipples speared against his thighs as she worked his member up toward boiling point.

  A surprised male groan reached her ears and she shot her gaze up his torso, meeting his flummoxed, sleepy, hazel gaze.

  *****

  Bastian had been having the most pleasant of dreams only to have pleasure rip through his system like a firecracker. He stared, disbelieving at first, at the sight that greeted him.

  Delilah knelt in all her naked glory with his cock in her mouth. He groaned at the sight. His being shifted from sleepy to horny in a split second. God, her mouth, the wicked curve of those pouty lips sucked his member like it was her favorite frozen treat. His body already on the precipice of climax, Bastian rode the waves of pleasure permeating him, thrusting his hips as he felt his balls tighten.

  Delilah was relentless as she moved over him, a fierce determination mingled with desire blazing in her eyes, turning them the color of molten copper. It was the sexiest damn thing he'd ever witnessed. He left his hands at his sides, allowing her to set the pace, partially as an act of contrition for his bungling things earlier, but also because of the look in her eyes. She needed this on some elemental level. And as her mouth moved over his cock with a deft sureness, passion thumped in his body, and he knew he wasn't about to step in the way of the most incredible blow job he'd had in eons.

  When she rolled his balls and caressed his perineum, the pleasure that had been building in his balls released in a forceful onslaught. His dick lengthened as she hollowed her cheeks.

  "Delilah," he growled, his head falling back against the couch as his body strained. Hot liquid jets of cum spurted from his cock into her waiting greedy mouth as his hips bucked. She lapped at his seed, swallowing him down as he thrust.

  When she released his cock with a slight popping sound and sat back on her haunches, her breaths coming in shallow pants, those glorious tits of hers swaying, he thought he'd never seen a more lovely sight. He hauled her up into his lap and claimed her lips, needing to taste himself there.

  She whimpered against his mouth as she surrendered to the onslaught of his demands. He fit her body against his, spreading her legs over him so that she was straddling his lap. The contrast of her naked form up against his while he was still partially clothed was heady. And then her wetness slicked over his groin. His fingers sought her sex. He growled into her mouth at the exquisite feel of her slick flesh. She was dripping with need, her folds drenched with her honey.

  Not releasing her mouth, he maneuvered their bodies so that she was spread out beneath him. Her luscious form cradled his body. She moaned into his mouth, her hands pulling on his shirt. He helped her, yanking the offending garment over his head. Then he dug a hand between the back rest and cushions until he found what he needed.

  Bless Declan and the fact that he retrofit every piece of furniture in his house to accommodate the lifestyle.

  Bastian reclaimed her mouth, sucking on that lower pouty lip of hers as he fastened the Velcro restraints around her wrists. Fitting her wrists together in a single loop above her head, he attached them to a hidden ring between the armchair and cushion. God, he could kiss this woman all night long. She returned his ardor with such passion; he felt his own need already churning low in his abdomen again.

  Bastian released her mouth, needing to taste and explore the rest of her. The other night in the elevator had been a sprint to the finish line. But tonight, he could take his time and indulge himself; starting with her fabulous breasts. The pointed pink nipples beckoned his mouth. He placed nibbling licks over her collarbone, down to the valley of her breasts.

  His hands cupped and kneaded the milky flesh, watching her reaction as he closed his mouth around one dusky tip. At her arching gasp, he circled the areola with a series of teasing flicks, learning what got a response, what made her gasp, and what made her strain in wild abandon.

  *****

  Delilah's body was enflamed. Bastian bit down on her nipple, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough that she knew she'd be bruised come morning. The pleasure-pain zinged through her system. She tried to push her breast up further into his hungry mouth and communicate silently with him.

  When he sucked and lavished the abused nipple with his tongue, she growled in frustration.

  "More please, Sir," she said, panting as need thrummed in her veins.

  "Of this?" He bit down harshly. Ribbons of pleasure vibrated from his teeth all the way to her center, making her sex clench.

  "Oh, yes, please, Sir."

  She liked it harder and more forceful. It was such a turn on. Bastian, seeing her response, began placing a series of bites all over her breast. The flesh swelled painfully. But while each bite shot need into her core; it was when his teeth closed around her nipple that she lost her mind. He knew just how to deliver enough force to make her squirm. By the time he moved to her other breast she was writhing and straining beneath him. Bastian's mouth was a godsend. Her eyes damn near crossed as his teeth bit down with such force she almost came.

  She moaned when he lifted his head from her breast with a slight slurp.

  "Has anyone ever told you that you have the most perfect, gorgeous tits? I could suck on these beauties all night."

  "No, Sir."

  He cocked his head and said, "Well, if I didn't need to taste your sweet honey again something fierce, love, I'd be fucking these beauts. I'd love to see my cock fit snugly between them."

  She moaned at the decadent imagery as lust slammed into her core. She'd never been talked dirty to, but loved it, and wished he'd continue. He tweaked a bruised nipple with his fingers as he lowered himself down between her thighs.

  She canted her hips up, so turned on, she was ready for anything he had in mind. What had started as a simple chance to explore him had turned into so much more.

  He groaned as he stared at her apex, his hungry gaze made need tumble in her belly.

  "Such a beautiful pussy." He stroked his fingers through her folds.

  At her pleasured cry, his gaze shot to hers. His fingers teased as they caressed her folds, trailing over her mons, circling her clitoris but not touching it directly, before running his fingers through her slit to her rear.

  "Has anyone been in this back channel, love?"

  His fingers danced over the tiny rosette at his question. She moaned.

  "Yes, Sir."

  "Good, because I plan on fucking it tonight, as soon as I finish feasting on your beautiful cunt."

  Delilah moaned.

  "Hmmm," his fingers played with her folds, narrowly missing her clit, and making her delirious with need, "someone likes dirty talk. Don't you?"

  "Yes, Sir."

  "Then let me te
ll you what I plan on doing here. First, I'm going to eat that pretty pussy of yours until your eyes roll back in your head and you're screaming my name. And then I plan on fucking that tight rose bud of your ass until you come harder than you ever have before. Sound good?"

  Delilah could only nod and whimper as his head descended between her spread thighs. At the first swipe of his tongue over her labia, she wondered if she would have any bones left when he was through with her. And then his mouth latched itself onto her pussy and she had no more thoughts. All she could do was feel as his mouth plundered the depths of her channel. His tongue flicked over and around her clit. She writhed, lifting herself up to his greedy lips.

  He held her steady; his fingers sought her sex and pushed inside as his mouth closed around her clitoris. He sucked forcefully on that tiny little nub as his fingers thrust in rigorous strokes meant to drive her over the ledge. His teeth bit down in a bruising, painful manner on her clit, and her body shattered like glass breaking into a million pieces as her climax shuttled throughout her being. Her pussy clutched and rippled around his fingers as they kept sliding in and out of her heat.

  Bastian didn't release her bud from his mouth, but did exactly as he promised. His mouth, tongue, and teeth set out on a crusade to drive her over the edge of sanity. Delilah lost sense of time and space as his talented mouth brought her to the brink again and again.

  Her clit was so sensitive and swollen from Bastian's attentions it was almost painful as he slurped and bit, flicking his tongue over the tip. His fingers hammered inside her pussy and her body broke like a wave crashing into the shore.

  "Bastian," she screamed his name.

  He released her clit with one last flick. His face rose and her juices dribbled off his chin. The passion in his gaze made her tremble. She wanted his length inside her. Considering how many times she'd orgasmed, the fact that she wanted more, craved his loving like a drug, should scare the daylights out of her. As it was, she wanted his firm cock inside her. He gave her a quick kiss, and it was so erotic tasting herself on his lips.