by Wendi Zwaduk
“Go on.”
Rhiannon freed his burgeoning erection from his pants and boxer shorts. With one hand, she massaged his sac. She licked her lips and wrapped her other hand around his cock. Fluid leaked from the tip of his length.
“Hmm,” he groaned and threaded his fingers into her hair. He released her tresses from the clip she used to hold them back. “Taste me, Kitten. Take me in.”
She stared up at him from under her lashes and traced the underside of his dick with her tongue. Sebastian shivered and his grip on her hair tightened. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back.
Rhiannon took his cock deep in her mouth. She swallowed, caressing the head of his erection with the back of her throat.
“Oh God.” He rocked his hips, taking control of the sex act. Rhiannon grinned around his member and allowed him to do what he pleased. She fondled his balls, kneading them to increase his pleasure.
He drew in a long breath and let it out on a moan. “Jesus.” Fingers tight in her hair, he crouched around her. His cock rammed into her mouth and streams of his seed spilled onto her tongue. She worked to gulp down his offering. For the first time in her life, she felt free. Truly free. Yes, he had her tight in his grasp and sure, she was submissive to him, but the independence gained outweighed the negatives.
Sebastian panted and released her. “Kitten.”
She sat back on her heels and placed his deflated erection back into his pants. With a grin on her lips, she wiped the corners of her mouth. “I liked it, too.”
His eyes widened, then he reached for her. Sebastian cradled her against his chest. “My Kitten.”
* * * *
Half an hour after arriving at the towering grey Rock Hard Building, Rhiannon finished changing into the garment he set out for her. She waited on the stool in Sebastian’s photo studio. How he had managed to create an entire studio in a building meant for commerce and the creation of sexual stimulants was beyond her. Then again, maybe he had had the room ready long before she came along. The catalogues had to be created somewhere. Or maybe having seemingly endless amounts of cash on hand meant he could have whatever he wanted wherever he wanted.
She adjusted the straps on her bra top. The jewels, more than likely unblemished stones, encrusted on the cups glittered in the light. She snorted. Sooner than later she’d have to tell Sebastian about her past. He kept getting too close. First the bracelet, then coming to her… Once she told him everything, she’d have to include the way she felt about him. But didn’t she want him close anyway? Not if he belonged to his other submissives. She wanted him to herself.
“He can’t buy my love,” she muttered. He already has it.
“I don’t want to.” Sebastian stood in the doorway. Instead of his normal polished business attire, he’d done what she’d never expected—he’d dressed casual. The faded jeans clung to his legs like a second skin and a threadbare T-shirt showed every muscle and ripple of his chest. He’d let the stubble on his cheeks grow longer than usual and done little more than finger-comb his hair. Lines formed at the corners of his eyes, giving him a worn look. No watch or phone in sight. He’d always been handsome before, but minus the trappings of enterprise, he looked even better.
“Sebastian.” Crap. How long had he been standing there? She twined her fingers behind her back. “Sir.”
“Music to my ears when you call me by my name.” He grinned. “Will you play to me, Kitten?”
“I…” Shit. She’d agreed at the cafeteria. But the instant need to hide from him washed over her. What if he’d just been with Tasha? Shit. How irrational! She blew out a long breath. “This is a regular scene?”
Sebastian crossed the room and cupped her jaw in both hands. “I have all your rules in place. The scene is normal other than the photography and some modelling of the toys.” He kissed her cheeks, nose and forehead. “But afterward we talk. You say no and our play stops entirely. All or nothing.”
“That’s not fair.” Not really. She’d planned to talk to him—at some point—but to be forced? I will not give in to the fear. If he wanted answers, then fine. And he could offer his own answers.
“I don’t want to share you, contract or not. All I’m asking is for trust—complete trust. Mind, body and soul. You have mine in return.”
His words made perfect sense and no sense at all. “I don’t have other lovers.” She didn’t want anyone else.
“Then we’re even.” Honesty shone in his eyes. “I’m glad.”
“How can you tell me you have no others when I saw you with Tasha on television?” Only for a moment during a tabloid news program, but still. “I know about the two of you.”
“Kitten.” Sebastian led her to the couch and pulled her astride his lap. “There are a few things I need to share with you. How about I tell my secrets, then we play. Once we’re done, then you will share with me. Deal?”
“Deal.” She’d agreed a bit quickly, but she’d had enough with hiding and keeping secrets.
“Tasha was one of my earlier subs. I trained her and helped her to embrace her needs. I also lacked the one facet of a good relationship—the one she needed. I didn’t love her.” He cupped her cheek. “But my brother, my twin and the man you saw with Tasha, did fall for her. He loves her more than life itself. He runs the distribution portion of Rock Hard and she’s his second in command. We never had a contract, so she married him. I am still looking for the woman to complete me, although I’ve got an idea where she is.”
“Oh.” Silly, yes, Rhiannon felt both ridiculous and small for not believing him, especially after an honest mistake. He had a brother…she had had no idea. But, before, Sebastian had never said they were exclusive. He also hinted at something more with her. He deserved the truth. She stared deep into the azure of his eyes. The fear she expected sat heavy in her belly, but a twinge of reassurance ran through her veins.
“You hide so many things from me. Part of our night is for you to show me your trust by telling me all of the things you’re convinced I don’t want to hear.” Sadness filled his voice. “I want to hear them. Warts and all.”
“No.”
“You’re earning punishments and breaking my heart. Tell me what the bastard did to you.”
She shivered. The one part of her life she fought so hard to bury came back with a vengeance. She picked at the wrinkles in his T-shirt.
“I won’t hurt you, love.”
Hell. He used the L word. “Do you mean Hank?” Her voice came out cracked. “And what he did?”
“Yes.” Sebastian took both her hands in his.
The comfort in his grasp helped. She swallowed the lump of emotion building in her throat. Visions filled her mind and she blinked back tears. “He liked to choke me.” She lowered her gaze. “And cut me. I wasn’t strong enough to see he wasn’t doing those things because I needed them. He did it because he was an angry bastard.”
“You really loved him,” Sebastian spat.
“You make it sound crass, but I did.” She shifted to climb off his lap, but Sebastian held her firm.
“He got away with it because he knew you loved him.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Sebastian gathered her in his arms and rocked her. He petted her hair and kissed the top of her head. “My love.”
The tears she’d held onto for more than three years came out in a tidal wave. She sobbed against his chest, crying for the love she’d lost, the time she had spent on a man who treated her like shit and the very real possibility that Sebastian wouldn’t want a damaged submissive.
“When we play, Kitten, I watch you. If you show me you’re enjoying what we do, I continue. The moment I see you’re not having a good time, I stop. What we do is about building you up and giving you pleasure, but it’s also about respect. I’ve never given a playmate a present and I’ve never told one that I love them. You’re different. I want you to be happy and by my side. I’m tearing up the contract. From now on, when we play and make love, it’s because we
both want to, not to honour a piece of paper.”
No more contract? He’d broken her when he used the words ‘make love’. The sinking feeling she’d expected hadn’t surfaced. No wonder she settled into the security in his embrace. The one man she hadn’t expected to be her saviour was. The sadness drained away, replaced by a new emotion—love. The freedom from her submission grew. Whatever they had or did, he’d give her wings to soar. If things fell apart, she’d live and be stronger. Something down deep in her gut screamed for her to tell him she loved him, too.
Sebastian stopped rocking her. “Would you like to play?”
Chapter Six
“Yes, Sir. I want to play.” Rhiannon nodded once, then lowered her gaze.
Sebastian sighed and kissed her hair. Hope welled in his heart. The breakthrough he had sought after had finally showed. Thank you, God. Soon he’d earn her love.
“Now what do we do?” She offered her wrists. “Or is it a surprise?”
“Such a bad Kitten, talking out of turn.” He hadn’t actually told her not to speak, but when they entered into a scene, she never spoke without being given permission. He palmed her bottom. “Punishment is coming because of your misbehaviour.”
Head held high, she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “I’m so sorry, Sir.” Her eyes flashed and a smile started at the corners of her mouth. “I’ll behave. I promise.”
“You will behave.” He loved the game, but more so, he loved her. Sebastian nudged her off his lap. “The white curtain is the backdrop. I want to keep things simple.” He opened the first box on the table. “Remember these?” The handcuffs from their prior game dangled from his fingers. “Show me your best sexy, I-want-you-to-buy-my-record pose. Something I can use for the banner for the page.”
Rhiannon rested one hand on her hip and stared over her shoulder, showcasing her ass and the curve of her body. The light glinted off the jewels on her bodice. Sebastian grasped the cuffs tight in his hand and stepped behind the camera. He’d never last with her taunting him. He stroked himself through the fabric of his jeans. Within moments, he’d captured five images of her. Soon he’d have her over his lap.
“Hands together, I want to see the cuffs showcased.” He clicked the restraints around her delicate wrists and posed her. “Like this.” He twined her fingers with one palm on top of the other and resting on her collarbone. The look highlighted the details of the cuffs and the sensuality of his muse. He rubbed his cock again. Damn, he wanted her.
Another four shots went onto the memory card. “Show the people the bra. Make the men reading the catalogue drool over it and the women convinced they’ll look like a million bucks in it.”
Rhiannon dropped one shoulder and rested both hands on her hips. She blew a kiss to the camera, then flipped her hair over her shoulder.
“One more thing.” Sebastian left the cuffs on her, but grabbed the final piece of jewellery for the shoot. The rest of the items he’d use in private. He retrieved the collar from the velvet pouch. Delicate but strong, three braids of platinum woven together and set with rubies, only one collar had been made—for her. He cradled the necklace in both hands. “Kitten?”
Her lips parted and her eyes widened.
“I’ve never given a permanent collar to any of my submissives. I never wanted to before now. You made me change my mind.” His voice cracked and the speech he’d practiced blurred in his mind. Sebastian took a breath to calm himself. “I only want one woman in my bed and my heart, wearing my collar. I love you, Rhiannon. Do you accept this collar?”
She stared at the jewellery, then tipped her gaze to his. Pink stained her cheeks and her breasts heaved with every breath. Rhiannon then bowed her head. “I accept.”
“Kitten.” Sebastian opened the lock on the collar. “Once this goes on, it doesn’t come off.”
“Good.”
“Good?”
“I didn’t write Strapped because I wanted to be emo-sounding and sell lots of records. I wrote it as a love song to you. I want to be strapped to you, bound by you and freed by what we do so I can embrace the love I have for you.”
The love she had for him. His heart thumped and his cock pressed tight against his zipper. Shit. Hearing her say she loved him rocked him to his core. But he had to be sure.
“You love me, Kitten?”
“More than I imagined.” She helped him click the lock into place. “I love you with my heart, body and soul.”
“Love you, too.” Sebastian kissed her hard on the lips. “This has got to go.” He reached around her and unhooked the bra. “It’s yours, but I don’t want to ruin it just yet.” He then snapped his fingers. “On your knees.”
She scampered into place at his feet. With her bottom in the air, she planted her shoulders on the ground. A growl started low in his throat. Damn, seeing her in such a position turned his lust into pure passion. Sebastian opened the top drawer of the bureau and withdrew a crop. He rolled the glitter-filled handle in his palm. He’d never been much for pink, but the colour suited Rhiannon well.
“You’re accepting me as your Master. The one alone who will provide you with love, understanding and discipline, all while cherishing you.” He smoothed the flat end of the crop over her bottom. “Do you accept?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I accept that you’re my only submissive. My only love and the woman who owns my heart.” He slapped her ass four times, leaving a series of red marks on her skin. “Mine.”
“I am yours, Sir.”
“Hands at the small of your back.” When she moved her arms into place, he clicked the remote to engage the cuffs. “On your feet.”
Although she wobbled a bit, Rhiannon assumed a standing position. She tilted her head down and twined her fingers. He smoothed his hand over her reddened skin and kissed her shoulder.
“I owe you punishment. Feet apart. I want to see the details on that thong.” Sebastian posed her in front of the curtain, dropped the crop, then grabbed the camera. “No moving. Bad girls have to wait for what they want.” He peeked up at her face, delighted to see a smile on her lips.
He adjusted the focus and snapped five images of the thong. Sure, he’d planned to use the photographs for the site and the catalogue, but, damn, she was too sexy to share. He glanced up at her again. A dreamy expression crossed her eyes and her lips parted. He stroked the inside of her thigh. Her cream darkened the front of the thong through the mesh. He dragged his nose across her cleft, breathing in her musky scent.
“Are you floating, Kitten?”
“Yes, Sir,” she panted.
“Beautiful.” He scratched his nails down her thigh. Rhiannon responded with a groan. Her nipples puckered and her chest heaved with each breath.
“You need more jewellery.” He stood and took the clamps from the drawer. “I created these with you in mind.” Sebastian pinched her breast, then opened the butterfly clip. He placed the item around her nipple. She gasped and leaned into him, awaiting the second clip. Instead of pinching, he licked her breast and scraped his teeth over the beaded tip. He clamped her nipple and her body trembled.
“So pretty.” Teardrop-shaped pieces of smooth glass dangled from each clamp, but he wanted something more. He removed the chain from his pocket and hooked it on the looped ends of the clips. To serve as a weight, he attached another smooth piece of glass. Not too much weight, but just enough.
“Do you like, Kitten?”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
He picked up the crop and slapped her inner thigh. “Open your stance.”
Rhiannon spread her feet apart. “Take me, Sir.”
“Not yet.” He swatted her bottom again, this time a little harder than the first. “Can’t give in to you too soon.” Sebastian led her to the far side of the room where he kept the bed. He clicked the button to release her cuffs, then moved her hands over her head. “Grab the post.” When she did as told, he folded his arms. “Hmm. How do I want you?”
So many possib
ilities. He propped her foot on the footboard. “Stay.” The position left her open to his perusal. “I like these.” He squeezed the elastic of the thong. “But it’s in the way.” In one yank, he tore the fabric. “Better.”
Sebastian dropped to his knees. He kissed along her inner thigh, stopping just before her pussy. “Do you want me here?” He blew cool air over her clit. “Right here?”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” She trembled. “Please, Sir.”
Sweet music to his ears, her begging. He opened her cunt to his inspection and licked the tight bundle of nerves at the apex of her pussy. Her juices slicked her inner thigh. Sebastian lapped at her, savouring the taste of her excitement and submission.
“Sir.” She panted and rocked her hips. “Close, Sir.”
“No.” As quickly as he started licking her, he stopped and stood. He moved her arms to her sides. “On the bed.”
Rhiannon stretched out on the mattress, opening her legs to him. She planted her feet on the bed and her hands above her head.
“Good, Kitten.” He pressed the button to magnetise the cuffs, then tossed the remote beside her. “I have one more thing for you.” Well, two, but he’d save the other for a little later. Sebastian retrieved the anal plug from the bureau. “Remember this?”
She nodded.
“It’s not going in your ass. Not this time.” He held the polished glass in front of her. “Lick and get it nice and wet. It’s clean. I won’t put you in danger.”
Rhiannon opened her mouth and greedily sucked on the toy, coating it in her saliva. He kept eye contact with her and eased the plug into her pussy.
Her eyelids fluttered and she puffed out a breath as he seated the toy deep in her body. He tugged the chain between her breasts twice. “Like that?”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” She tipped her head back. “So good.”
“Then this,” he withdrew a bottle of lube from the bedside table, “will make it the best.” He rested the bottle on her stomach, then opened the fly of his jeans. Sebastian yanked his shirt up over his head and aimed the garment towards the floor. He stepped out of his pants and stroked himself. “Who do you belong to?”
