by Jo Davis
Who knows how far they’d now be as a couple if things hadn’t gone so horribly wrong?
Emma recalled the last time she’d been here, months ago. The night of their terrible argument, when he’d come clean with her about his lifestyle as a D/s master. Handsome face excited, nervous, and full of hope, he’d said he had something he wanted to share with her, and he’d taken her downstairs.
To the BDSM dungeon in his basement. She’d been shocked, but now she knew her reaction had been knee-jerk and completely unfair to him. She’d shut him down without even giving him — them — a chance and had torn out his heart, and hers, in the process.
“What the hell is all of this?”
“It’s my playroom, Emma. I’m a Dom, and—”
“What? Like whips and chains? You beat on people, tie them up?”
“No! I mean yes, but it’s for both of our pleasure. You liked when I cuffed you and tied you up, remember? Total submission is the highest sexual peak a body can reach. I started as a sub myself and worked up to being a master, and I’d never do anything to you I haven’t personally experienced.”
“I–I don’t know. Why can’t we just be a normal couple?”
“Come on, baby. Give it a try and you won’t regret it. Do you really want your only flavor to be vanilla for the rest of your life? Seriously? I promise you I’ll show you a whole new world of pleasure you never knew existed.”
For a minute, she’d actually considered it.
“I can’t do this, Blaze. I don’t belong in your world, and you’d never be satisfied in mine.”
“It’s who I am. Please, baby, give me — us — a chance.”
“No, it’s not who you are! It’s just a perverted game, and if we meant that much, you could walk away!”
“You’d ask that of me? To give up a part of my soul?”
“Hell, yes! You asked me to compromise mine!”
The devastation on his face just before she fled was a memory that still pierced her heart. She understood now why he’d taken refuge in his world at the club, why he’d drowned his sorrow the only way he knew how.
Looking back, she couldn’t blame him for being excited about sharing his dungeon with her. She had liked being tied up, although she’d run from that realization afterward. Had run from Blaze and his enthusiasm for teaching her his world.
“What are you doing?”
“Easy, darlin’. You trust me — right?”
Slowly, she nodded. Inside, she was jelly.
When he attached her wrists to each post on his bed with soft cuffs, she teetered on the edge of excitement and panic. To his credit, he worked slowly, making certain she was comfortable.
She lay on her back, pillow under her hips. When he parted her thighs and knelt between them, her heart pounded in her chest. She’d never been restrained in any way during sex and wasn’t sure she liked it. But his clever tongue soon made her forget the cuffs, blew to dust any thought except wanting more of him licking her pussy, feasting on her juices. He suckled and laved, driving her mindless until she writhed under the delicious assault, begging him to fuck her.
Rising to his knees, he lifted her, settling her legs over his shoulders. Then he pushed into her, so big, filling her completely. She cried out as he speared her again and again, working his cock in and out of her pussy like a piston. All too soon, her orgasm sent her flying into tiny pieces, and he followed, pumping her with cum.
“Good girl. You did well, Emma.”
She hesitated. The praise seemed strange, but she smiled. “Thanks. You weren’t so bad yourself.”
“You enjoyed that, didn’t you?”
“You know I did.”
His gaze was hopeful. “There’s more to experience, if you’re willing.”
“Like what?”
“Has anyone ever introduced you to rope play?” Her blank stare was all the answer he needed, and he smiled. “I want to try something new.”
She watched in equal parts trepidation and fascination as he pulled out and retrieved a long section of neon blue rope from a nearby chest. Bringing the rope back to the bed, he set it on the covers and released her wrists from the cuffs. However, instead of allowing her to put her arms down, he crossed her wrists. “Keep them like this.”
“What are you doing?” Her belly fluttered in anxiety.
“Patience. You’ll see.”
His tone seemed to discourage more questions, so she clamped her lips together as he worked. Looping the nylon around her wrists, he bound them together and began to weave the long ends in a crisscross pattern that intersected over her sternum and caused her breasts to jut forth in a way that made her feel sort of uncomfortable — and deliciously slutty.
He continued the pattern over her torso and around the small of her back, and then raised her knees, wrapping the brightly colored rope around her thighs and between her buttocks, parting her ass cheeks. When he tied off the ends, she was left unbelievably exposed, face flaming.
“I d-don’t know if I like this,” she protested weakly.
“Oh, baby, I think you do. And I think you want to find out what’s going to happen next.”
“I… Okay.”
“Good girl. God, you’re a natural.”
A natural at what, she didn’t have the presence of mind to ask. Especially when he retrieved a shiny, oblong silver object shaped like a huge bullet and rubbed it against her vulnerable sex. If the thing was a dildo, it wasn’t like any she’d ever read about or seen in pictures. He thumbed a switch, and the device delivered a tiny pulse, almost like the static shock one would receive after walking across the carpet and touching a metal surface. She gasped and bucked her hips.
“Easy, baby. I know that was a surprise, but did it really hurt?”
“No,” she admitted, nervous.
Thus began a delicious session of torture, her lover rubbing the device all over her vulva and clit. She writhed as it vibrated and sent little shocks rocketing through her belly to her fingers and toes. She moaned, but he was relentless, giving her no reprieve. And she didn’t want any, just wanted him to keep up the strange and wonderful torment.
A ball of energy gathered in her sex, helpless against the onslaught. When he plunged the instrument into her channel and fucked her with it in brisk strokes, making sure it brushed against her sensitive nub, her orgasm exploded, stronger than before.
“Oh, shit! Don’t stop!”
He chuckled, pumping the damned thing until she was limp, muscles twitching from the excess of stimulation.
“Are you all right, sweet Emma?”
“I don’t know. Ask me when my brain isn’t mush.”
“Do you understand what just happened?”
He seemed so serious, it made her nervous again, and she couldn’t help but try and make light of her response to his kink. “I was there, honey. I think I know what an orgasm is.”
“What happened was more than sex.” He paused, staring into her eyes. “Why did you allow me to cuff you, then bind you? To use the electric vibrator on you? The answer is important.”
She frowned, unsure what he was getting at. “What do you mean, why? I guess I was in the mood to be adventurous, that’s all.”
“No, it’s much more than that. I think you’re a submissive, baby.”
She blinked at him. “What?”
Excitement lit his golden eyes as he removed the bindings. “Will you come with me? There’s something I want to show you.”
If only she’d known what would happen. But would it have changed anything?
“We’re here, baby. Penny for your thoughts?”
“Just drifting. I needed to close my eyes.” She hadn’t realized they’d arrived at his house.
After the garage door went up, he drove in and killed the ignition. “Me, too. Shower first? I’ve got to get the stink of that guard’s blood off my skin.”
“Hot shower with an even hotter man? Sounds good.”
That earned her a lazy, sex
y smile. Spirits bolstered, she accompanied him inside, through the kitchen and living room, and down the hallway to his bedroom. He tossed his keys and wallet onto the dresser and immediately began shucking his clothes, not the least bit shy about his body. Of course, a Dom wouldn’t be inhibited. That thought, coupled with the sight of taut, tanned skin rippling with muscles, nearly had her panting.
“You joining me?”
“Are you kidding? I’m not letting you hog all the hot water!”
Chuckling, he padded over to the nightstand and fished a condom out of the drawer. “Boy Scout,” he said, leering as she stripped. “Be prepared and all that.”
“Hmm. I thought you said you were tired.” Presenting him with her backside, she wiggled her bottom to tease him.
“Tired, not dead, honey. Big difference.”
In the bathroom, he placed the foil square on the soap dish and turned on the spray, testing it with his hand until he deemed it perfect, and opened the glass stall door. “After you.”
She stepped into the spray with a happy sigh. “Oh God, that feels heavenly.”
“I’ve got something that might feel even better.”
The front of his big wet body pressed against her back, his hard, thick cock riding her ass. His arms went around her, lips nuzzled her face, her neck. She relaxed into him, every bit of the past few days’ worth of tension draining through her feet.
“I was frantic to get to you,” he whispered. “You have no idea how maddening it was not to know what had happened to you, how helpless I felt. I was nearly sick with it, baby.”
“That’s how I felt not knowing for sure if I’d be able to return to you.”
“Are you really all right?” he whispered, squeezing her.
“I am, I promise.”
“Stay like this.”
He broke contact, leaving her for a minute. She heard a squirting sound and heard him quickly wash up. Then his hands returned, soaping her shoulders and back. His palms slowly worked around, kneading muscles she hadn’t even realized were sore, and she groaned in pleasure. He soaped her buttocks and dipped briefly between her legs, the touch far too brief. She widened her stance, but he laughed, the noise a happy rumble in his chest.
“Patience, darlin’.”
Next he lathered her breasts, taking great care with her nipples, which were not the least bit dirty but loving the attention. Then south. Down her tummy, fingers brushing her bush. But they ventured no further, despite her whined protest.
“You’re so mean.”
“I’m taking care of my woman,” he corrected, voice sultry. “Making her want, keeping her on edge like any good Dom would do.”
“Is that so?” she breathed as those marvelous hands skimmed her rear.
“Yes. Brace your palms on the tile and spread your legs.”
She did, eager to find out what he’d do next. He stepped aside and let the spray rinse her free of the soap, used a sponge to get her front. Sweet kisses dotted the curve of her shoulder and neck as his fingers slid between her legs, rubbed her slit. His warm breath fanned against her ear, low and seductive.
“Tell me, beautiful girl. Did your G-man touch your pussy like this?”
“Blaze.” Oh, no. She couldn’t play this game. He was going to burn her alive.
“The truth.” He parted her pussy lips, working a finger into her channel.
“Y-yes, once.”
“How many times did he fuck you, pretty Emma? Just the once?”
“Three,” she admitted. “Please…”
“Please, what?” His finger slipped from her channel, teased her clit in luxurious circles, driving her mad. “Please stop tormenting you? Does it make you uncomfortable to talk about him with me? That’s too bad. You can tell me what I want to know, and you will. How did he fuck you, Emma?”
“F-from behind, bent over a sofa.” She moaned as he increased the friction on her clit. “It was at a sex party Dietz held and he expected me to join in.”
“So your friend helped you through a tough situation. That’s commendable, if a tiny bit self-serving. Did you enjoy being exposed, being fucked in the open?”
“Yes.” She couldn’t lie. “It was wicked, and I liked it.”
“I’ll bet,” he said, amused. “But your liaison didn’t stop there. You wanted him again.”
“I–I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. How did he take you next?”
“In my room, on my back with my legs over his shoulders. He wanted to see his cock working my pussy. Afterward, we slept for a while, and then he woke me up, fucked me while we lay on our sides, spooning. That was the last time, and we said as much.”
“He must’ve been a very good lover.” A dangerous note colored the arousal in his voice.
“He was, but…” When he simply waited, she rushed on. “It was just good. As much as I liked him, something was missing.”
At that he stepped back. The foil packet crinkled and he gently turned her around, backed her into the tiled wall. His golden eyes were feral, his lips curved into a predatory smile, and waves of damp, silky black hair clung to his corded neck.
“I’ll show you what was missing.”
She wasn’t a small woman, and yet he lifted her as if she weighed no more than a feather. Cupped his hands under her ass and braced her against the tile, impaled her on his cock. Buried himself to the hilt. She gasped, her whole body ignited with a torch.
“You’re mine, do you understand?” Fingers digging into her soft flesh, he began to thrust. “No more playing with other lovers separately. We play together or not at all. Let me hear you say it!”
“Yes, I’m yours! And you’re mine, too. Oh!” He was fucking her slow and deep, claiming her body. “I don’t want to play without you anymore. I missed you, couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
She clung to his shoulders, and her lids drifted shut, but he was having none of it.
“Look at me and know who’s inside you, baby. Who’s making love to you.”
Had she ever actually stared into a lover’s eyes while he shafted her? No, or she would’ve remembered. Never would’ve forgotten how it felt to be claimed by such a powerful man, his eyes burning like lasers into hers. This feeling of connection, his raw dominance, made her feel desired and safe. Wanton and slutty. All things rolled into one incredible package.
This was what she’d been missing. All she had to do was place her body in his hands, trust him completely, and he’d show her what it was like to belong to a man, body and soul.
She finally believed it and wanted it.
“Make me yours,” she whispered. “Show me everything.”
“Oh, God. Don’t say that if you don’t mean it.”
“I want it all, with you.”
Crushing his mouth to hers, he kissed her with all the pent-up passion he possessed, fucked her like a piston. Drove them higher until she felt the quickening, the knot of electricity exploding in a shower of sparks, lighting every cell in her body.
His shout joined her cries as he plunged one last time and held himself inside her, cock twitching, filling her with heat. Once the spasms subsided, he set her back on her feet, pulling out with care, and cupped the side of her face.
“You can trust me, baby. I won’t let you down.”
Looking into his sexy, earnest face, she smiled. “I know. I won’t let you down, either. So, when will you continue teaching me the ropes, sir? I’m ready to really do this.”
His answering smile nearly blinded her with its intensity. “After we get some sleep and I get my ass chewed by Michael? What’s left of me when he’s done is all yours.”
“I can’t remember when I’ve looked forward to anything more.”
“Me, too, darlin’.”
For the first time in seven months, she could breathe again. In her heart, she finally knew she’d made the right decision. As if there was ever one to make. She’d always belonged to Blaze.
And now he was her master
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Eight
The anticipated ass-chewing lasted forty-three minutes. Not that Blaze gave a shit. Not when he was on top of the fucking world.
The woman he loved had truly given herself to him at last. Put her well-being as his partner and sub totally in his hands, without hesitation. Not just I’ll try but I’m ready to really do this.
Those words were like a gift straight from heaven.
“Kelly!” Michael barked. “Are you listening to me, goddammit?”
“Nope. Tuned you out twenty minutes ago.” The news caused his boss to turn an interesting shade of red, and he hoped a stroke wasn’t imminent. “Listen, are you going to fire me or not? ’Cause if you’re not, Emma and I have work to do before we go undercover.”
Ten seconds. Twenty. Blaze really thought he might have to call Dr. McKay to revive his boss, but slowly the man’s anger seemed to dissipate.
“No, I’m not going to fucking fire you this time. Bottom line, you disobey a direct order again, and I won’t have a choice no matter how good you are. I have a great deal of respect for you, and I consider you a friend. I’d hoped you held me in the same regard.”
Okay, the hurt reproach got to him when the yelling hadn’t. Christ. “I’m sorry, Michael. I really am. If it had involved anyone but Emma, I wouldn’t have gone against you.”
“I know, dammit.” The other man sighed. “I understand, and I can’t say I wouldn’t have done the same, but that’s not the issue.”
“I know.”
“Jesus, I have a headache. You’ve got three days to get Foster ready for this assignment, and that’s only because I’m sympathetic to what she just went through. I’m not a complete asswipe,” he said, glancing at Emma. “However, the fact is we need to roll before the weapon is transferred overseas and the president has my head on a platter.”
“We’re on it,” Emma assured him.
“Good. Now get the hell out,” he ordered, snatching a bottle of aspirin from the corner of his desk.
