Masters of the Shadowlands 7 - This is who I am

by Cherise Sinclair

  No neighbors, no spray painter, no newspapers or rude reporters. Paradise. She took a bigger drink. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I feel as if I pushed my way in.”

  “If I didn’t want you here, I’d say so.”

  Bluntly instruct someone to go home? Yes, he’d probably do just that. She stared at him.

  “What?” He curled her hair around his finger.

  “I just realized how honest you are. Even to the point of being rude.”

  “What’s the point in lying?”

  Note to self: never ask this man if a dress makes me look fat. But such honesty was oddly freeing. She could relax, knowing she really was welcome. And she’d never have to wonder if he had agreed to something just to be nice.

  His hand curved over her shoulder, and he frowned. “You’re knotted up.”

  “Bad day.”

  “I’ll trade you back rubs.”

  A back rub? She really could use one.

  “Hang on a minute.” He walked out of the room, returning with a jar of coconut oil.

  “You had a bad day too?”

  “Not like yours. Got in a hay delivery, and the bales are heavy.” His eyes crinkled. “I’m not as young as I used to be.”

  “I’ve heard that happens.” All too soon. At least redheads didn’t go gray as quickly as brunettes. Her sister had colored her hair for over a decade now.

  Sam motioned to Conn. “Move, dog.”

  With a disgruntled look, Conn trotted off to lie in the entryway.

  Sam tossed a quilt from the back of the couch onto the floor, then pulled Linda to her feet. Efficiently, he stripped off her blouse and bra, taking a moment to fondle her.

  Arousal speared downward so quickly she made a sound. Who knew that standing in a room half-naked and having her breasts handled could be so hot?

  Smiling, he gave her a slow, thorough kiss. “You’re goddamned tempting, you know. Especially these.” Her breasts sat comfortably cupped in his palms.

  She liked her body, but compliments like that made her feel all warm and fuzzy. After taking another kiss, he pushed her to lie facedown on the quilt.

  On his knees, he straddled her, resting his jean-covered butt on hers. After warming the oil, he started off with long, easy strokes up and down her back. Her eyes slid shut as his greased hands moved over her shoulders. “Ooooohhhh. More.”

  He huffed a laugh and continued. When she’d melted right into the blanket, his fingers started to massage each muscle, one by one, working their way up her back. When he reached her tight shoulders, he traced around a taut place. His thumb came down on the knot…and kept pressing harder. She squeaked as the hurting grew.

  “Breathe through it, girl.”

  Ow, ow, ow. More of his weight settled on her butt, pinning her to the blanket. She fought for a breath, took another slower one, before his thumb lifted. As blood rushed into the area with a flood of warmth, she realized the knot was gone. But still… She glared over her shoulder. “That hurt.”

  He winked. “Best part of giving a massage.”

  Damn sadist.

  He found three more places to torture her with, but by the time he was through, she was incredibly relaxed and turned on as well. Whenever he forced her to take pain—more than she wanted—it had the same effect as if she’d swallowed an instant arousal pill.

  Before she could move, he reached under her, unzipped her slacks, and dragged them and her thong right off.

  “Hey!”

  “I prefer my masseuses to be naked.” He stripped off his shirt, set her to one side, and took her place on the quilt.

  She could only laugh and take a perch on his very hard ass. After the coconut oil warmed and liquefied in her palm, she rubbed it over his back. Heavens, just look at him. Broad shoulders, lean musculature, and a tan that showed he sometimes didn’t wear a shirt outside. After massaging his shoulders, she worked her way down. To make any impression in his rock-hard flesh, she had to really work at it. Massage, the newest aerobic exercise. When she reached his low spine, the muscles on each side were like concrete. “Here’s where it hurts, huh?”

  “Yep. Push as hard as you can.”

  She edged her bottom back, put all her weight on her palms, and pressed slowly upward. His pleased rumble made her glow inside. She repeated the movement, over and over, but all too soon, her arms tired.

  “Up you go, girl,” he said, obviously feeling her weakening strokes.

  She rose.

  He followed and stretched. “Much better. You’re good at that, missy.”

  The compliment warmed her. “Thank you. You too.”

  With a light laugh, he pulled her forward, rubbing his chest on her breasts and taking her lips in a hard, hard kiss.

  “Now for the more enjoyable part.” He pointed to the quilt. “Lie down.”

  “More?” She gave him a puzzled look, then dropped to her knees.

  “Uh-uh. On your back.”

  Feeling uncomfortably exposed in the bright firelight, she complied. But how come she was naked and he got to keep his pants on?

  As his gaze wandered over her, he smiled, probably enjoying her flush as much as her nakedness. But when he said, “You’re a beautiful woman,” the temptation to smack him one disappeared.

  He straddled her again, planting himself on her upper thighs, and scooped up more coconut oil. First, he worked on the small muscles in front of her shoulders, in the hollow under her collarbones, and her upper arms. She hadn’t realized those areas could get so tense until he’d turned those muscles to happy noodles.

  Then his eyes grew half-lidded when his hands started to oil her breasts. He massaged the underlying pectoral muscles and started to play. With his gaze on her face, he pulled at her nipples, then pinched lightly. Harder. He rolled each peak between his thumb and forefinger, increasing the pressure until she made a sound.

  “Hurts?”

  “Yes, darn you.”

  “Good.” He squeezed harder.

  As the pain grew and heat bloomed in her core, she moaned.

  Delight lit his eyes. He didn’t stop.

  “That’s too hard.” She reached up to push him away.

  “Did I hear your safe word?” He grabbed her wrists, set them above her head, and anchored them in his fist, then continued torturing her breasts with his other hand.

  His grip was too tight, hurting her, and he was pinching her nipples too hard. When she started to squirm—half with pain, half with arousal—he only laughed, continuing until her breasts felt incredibly swollen and throbbed.

  As he rose to his feet, he gave her a stern look. “Don’t move from where I put you.”

  Needing to rub the ache, she lowered her arms, and received a stinging slap on one breast. Ow ow ow. Tears filled her eyes as she hastily put her arms back in place.

  His eyebrows lifted. “Safe word?”

  Pain was rolling through her, yet…despite her tears, she loved it. Her body flamed with arousal. The very roughness he showed her created shivers deep in her belly.

  His lips quirked. “Guess not.” He stripped out of his remaining clothes, and she was mesmerized by how the firelight flickered over his body. He had the tight, flat butt and great legs of a horseman. His shoulders rippled with muscle—from lifting hay bales? He sure didn’t get his physique from a gym. It was a treat to see him in the light.

  His cock was fully erect and seemed just like the rest of Sam—straight, solid, potent. Veins curved around the rigid shaft, inviting a tongue to trace them. Her fingers twitched, wanting to touch.

  He pulled her legs apart and knelt between them. After positioning square cushions on each side of her hips, he bent and pressed her knees to the pillows, opening her to his gaze. With his hands on her thighs to keep her in place, he looked down, studying her private areas with a slight smile.

  Maybe all this light wasn’t so wonderful. He was embarrassing the heck out of her, and she squirmed in response.

  His gri
p tightened on her knees. “Stay put.”

  She froze obediently, but his frown continued. After a second, he took two coasters from the end table and balanced one on each knee. “If one of these falls because you move, I’ll whip that pretty pussy.”

  “What?”

  “Yeah.” A crease deepened in his cheek as he ran a finger from her knee down to her groin, making her muscles quiver. He nodded to a wooden crate beside the couch. “I just finished making a short, softer flogger. A coaster hits the ground, and I get to try it out.”

  “You wouldn’t.” She really, really remembered the paddle he’d used. But a flogger?

  “Oh, I would.” He slid down until his mouth hovered over her, and his breath wafted against her mound. “I like blindfolds on submissives, but I think you might not enjoy that.”

  After being a slave? “No, Sir.”

  “Then you’ll blindfold yourself.” He lifted his chin, his voice darkening. “Put an arm over your eyes, girl.”

  A shiver ran through her, but she closed her eyes and buried her face in the angle of her elbow.

  “That’ll do.” He didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Gave her nothing to listen to.

  In the silent room with only the sounds of the crackling fire—and her pulse in her ears—she waited. With each second, the air grew thicker, her skin more sensitive. Her nipples had bunched so tightly that they throbbed with each beat of her heart. “Sam?”

  “No talking, moaning, screaming. Use your safe word if you need it. Otherwise no noise. Got it?”

  Afraid to say anything, she stayed silent, and his chuckle was low and definitely sadistic.

  But despite—because of?—his rules, she felt liberated. During sex, she always worried she wasn’t responsive enough, that she should moan or wiggle or talk more. But Sam had removed that worry. She wasn’t to do anything.

  His hands curved under her bottom, the palms hard, the thumbs stroking in the crease between her hip and pussy.

  Her instinctive jump made the coasters wobble, and she stilled immediately. Don’t move. When he squeezed her ass cheeks mercilessly, his strength was frightening—and shockingly erotic. He shifted his weight and pulled back, leaving her buttocks aching.

  Don’t move. Don’t speak. Her thoughts fragmented until only anticipation remained. When his breath warmed her flesh, her stomach muscles tightened.

  He licked up and over her pussy, and as his velvety, wet tongue curled around her clit, she barely smothered a whimper. She was so, so ready. He focused there, licking and teasing, until every slide of his tongue brought her closer. Heat streamed through her, hotter than the warmth from the fireplace.

  SAM LIFTED HIS head to study Linda, pleased at how quickly she’d reached the state he wanted her in. Her gorgeous tits rose and fell, showing how close she was to panting. Almost there.

  But he damned well wanted to try out his flogger on her pussy, which meant she needed to move. And she wasn’t. Determined little woman.

  He needed to shut her brain right down without really hurting her. That would be cheating. So he’d drive her a tad higher, make that orgasm shake her good—and knock the coasters off. Slowly, he stroked a finger up and down between her slick folds, then pressed his middle finger inside. She contracted around him in a way that showed she was completely on board with his plan. He pumped her, fast, slow, then added another finger, feeling her stretch around him. His dick tightened to fucking discomfort. He wanted to take her, but damned if he didn’t need to torture her a bit.

  Her hips started to rise, but she regained control.

  Circle the outside of her cunt. Plunge in hard and hear her strained inhalation. Feel her thigh muscles grow tighter. See the shininess appear on her upper lip as she breaks into a sweat. Holding his fingers deep inside her, he growled, “Don’t move, girl.”

  At the hard order, her cunt clenched around him, and he grinned. Goddamn, he loved playing with submissives. Propped on an elbow, he reached up and grabbed a nipple, pinching hard, rolling hard, hearing her almost silent whine. With his arm resting on her soft stomach, he licked over her clit again and felt her begin to quiver.

  Would she be able to maintain when he got her off? He looked up. The coasters perched on her knees were shaking with her tiny movements. Nope.

  Abandoning her breast, he thrust in and out of her pussy. Two fingers, then three, then one, then three. Her clit was so engorged it strained up toward his flicking tongue.

  He backed off, lifted his head, and removed his fingers.

  Yep, that was a definite whine, no matter how soft. Her jaw was clenched. She held herself rigid as her arousal faded.

  He waited…waited…then licked hard over her clit, over and over, bringing her back up. Very, very slowly, he slid his fingers back into her cunt. Her panting had changed to gasps. Goddamn, this was fun.

  Her face was flushed, and he regretted not being able to watch her eyes. But she needed to work through some of the lingering triggers left by the slavers. He’d take his time, not push her too fast, but eventually, she’d be clear of their crap.

  He gave her clit a break as he curved his fingers to find her G-spot. Ah, not far inside the entrance, and roughed up with plumpness. She didn’t react with his first rub or the second, so he increased the pressure, massaging firmly, and her cunt jerked tightly around him as if startled awake.

  He kept stroking, added small licks at erratic intervals to her clit, and heard her breathing turn erratic as well.

  Close. Very close. Time for a break. He stopped everything and pulled his fingers out. Her frustration built visibly as he counted her breaths. One…five…fifteen. On twenty, he rammed two fingers in, rubbing her G-spot hard and fast.

  Her back arched, and she let out a squeak before smothering it. A coaster wobbled and slid off her knee, hitting the quilt with a soft thump. Her whimper held both despair…and anticipation.

  Satisfaction sizzled through him. The little masochist wanted to know what his whip felt like, and he was definitely of a mind to show her. “Damn, missy, looks like you get that pussy flogged.”

  He set the coaster back on her knee. “Keep still and I’ll give you only five. Lose another coaster, it’ll be more.” The husky sound of her fear did his sadist’s heart good. He took the miniflogger from the crate and gave her pussy a light flick.

  Both coasters fell off.

  THE EXQUISITE AGONY burst over her like a wave of flames. Oh my God. Linda shook, unsure when the pain had turned to pleasure—unsure if it had. She realized her knees were clamped together, and she’d also uncovered her eyes. Gasping for air, she stared up at Sam.

  He was grinning, an evil grin that let her know he wasn’t about to stop. And his enjoyment was horribly erotic.

  But if he hit her with that thing again, she’d die.

  He studied her for a minute, then shook his head. “A bit too much for you just yet.” He pulled something else out of the crate. “I’ll use this instead. Since you got more than five coming.”

  The whimper that escaped her was humiliating. The crease in his cheek deepened.

  He held a narrow rectangle of reinforced leather. She started to panic at how much it looked like a belt, but then realized it seemed to have the thickness and texture of a tripled piece of suede. Soft?

  “Legs open, girl.”

  Dear sweet heaven. It took an effort to open herself back up and rest her knees on the thick pillows.

  He bent and ran his fingers over her pussy, making her wiggle. “Not too bad. You’re just pink.”

  Oh well, that’s nice. Although she bit back the words, the sun lines at the corners of his eyes deepened.

  He straightened, and then the suede slashed down, hitting her left labia. The blast of sensation made her gasp, then moan as it flared into bliss.

  “Better.” He watched her for a second, and she could feel sweat on her neck. Everything inside her tightened as he forced her to wait.

  He let fly with five more swats, alternating t
o the right and left of her clit, the last landing directly on top.

  The world flashed red as shocking, thick pleasure scalded her whole pussy. “Aaah!” Her clit seemed to expand as the pressure boiled higher and higher.

  Shoving her legs open with his feet—when had she moved them?—he whipped the strap against her right inner thigh, then her left, hard enough that the burn shook her.

  Before she could move, he went down on one knee. Using his fingers, he scissored her labia open, and with his hand, he administered three more stinging swats directly to her clit.

  Everything inside her surged upward, the pain knotting into hard pleasure, shoving her so, so close. Tears streamed from her eyes, and she hurt, and it was wonderful, but she couldn’t…couldn’t get there.

  He didn’t move, studying her face, her clenched hands, her breathing. His satisfaction with her response was obvious.

  “Please,” she whispered, hating herself. Needing more. Hating that she couldn’t keep the word back.

  His brows drew together, and his warm, calloused hands massaged her thighs. Gently. “Linda, don’t be ashamed to ask your Dom to let you come. It’s what he wants.” His deep, focused eyes met hers, held hers. His voice was rough with the truth he wanted her to absorb.

  Then he bent his head and closed his mouth over her clit. His tongue, hot and flat, rubbed over the still-stinging flesh, and the feeling was indescribable as everything inside her tightened. Tightened again.

  With a rumble of enjoyment, he closed his lips around her and sucked hard, hard, hard, even as he plunged two fingers inside her. One thrust, two.

  Her breathing halted completely as the avalanche struck. Unstoppable, it ripped everything free, hit bottom, and exploded into brilliance. Ecstasy tore upward through her, and electricity sheeted across every brain cell she owned.

  My sweet heavens. She hauled in a shaky breath. Even as her body jerked with tiny aftershocks, he rubbed his cock against her entrance…and pressed in. He was much thicker than his fingers, and her labia were so swollen that the sliding scrape of his entry sent her into a long, rolling orgasm again.

  His laugh was deep, more gravelly than normal, and his eyes gleamed into hers. “I’m going to take you hard, girl. Are you ready?”