Keep Me: A BDSM Romance

by Bellerose, Cate

  My protector.

  Hero.

  Love.

  Master.

  Everything that’s happened fades away, leaving only Caleb. Strong powerful Caleb who’ll keep me safe. A shiver rushes through me as I gather my courage. “I already belong to you. Body and soul.” My chest grows tight as I watch for his response.

  His gentle smile gives way to a predatory grin, while he releases my chin to grab the bottom hem of my t-shirt with both hands. “Exactly what I wanted to hear.” His voice drips with dark promise. “Raise your arms.”

  I don’t even think about it. I just do. “Yes, Master.”

  The soft fabric contrasts with his rough fingers as they slide along my bare skin, until he throws my shirt aside. “Stand.”

  I get to my feet, shivering with anticipation. He takes obvious pleasure in undressing me, unwrapping me one article at a time. My panties come next, slid down from under my loose skirt.

  He turns me and unhooks my bra, sliding his hands around my sides until he’s cupping my breasts as he pushes it away. Pressing himself against my back, he whispers hoarsely into my ear while he rolls my sensitive nipples between his fingers. “You belong to me now. Every part of you.” He gives a hard squeeze to emphasize his words, making me draw a sharp breath.

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Tell me. Say the words.” His whisper hisses with need.

  “I’m yours. My breasts are yours.” Leaning into him while tingles and sparks shoot through me, I let out a moan as he squeezes again. He can play with them all he wants. They’re his.

  I push my ass against him, rubbing up against the hard bulge in his pants. “My ass is yours.”

  He chuckles softly. “Are you sure? What if I decide to fuck it?”

  I swallow. “Yes, Master.” Anything he wants, but I hope he’s gentle about it. “It’s yours, and you can do with it as you want.”

  He growls into my ear. “Maybe later.” He slides a hand from my breast and down across my stomach. “What else is mine?”

  “My stomach is yours. You may kiss it all you want.” I can’t keep a smile off my face, and I’m sure he hears it in my voice.

  He laughs. “Is that so?” He pinches my stomach, making me yelp, then continues to slide south.

  My attention is torn between his hand on my breast and the other working the catch on my skirt, but then my last piece of clothing drops and I become acutely aware of where he’s going next. “My pussy is yours.”

  His fingers pause right above it, teasingly stroking my bare skin. “Is it wet, just waiting for me? Aching because my cock isn’t filling it?” While his husky voice drives me crazy, his fingers tease their way down over my hips and the insides of my thighs, touching me everywhere except where I want him the most.

  “Yes, Master,” I let out breathlessly while I move my hips, chasing his touch.

  He dips his thick fingers into my folds, sliding them around in my wetness. Not entering, he caresses, slides and brushes, making me tingle while stoking the fires burning inside me. I need him, but he’s taking his time.

  “What about this?” His clever fingers find my clit, swirling around it in lazy motions until I have to pull away from the intense sensation.

  “Yes, Master.” I swallow between short breaths. “My clit belongs to you.”

  “Then don’t pull it away from me. Put it back between my fingers.” I press my hips forwards until I feel his touch on me again. A quick pinch that I’m proud of not pulling away from, and then he slides back down towards my slick entrance. Firmly, he pushes in, putting two of his fingers inside me. My moan’s deep in the back of my throat.

  For a while, we stand there, him clutching my breast and fingering me, while I try to keep upright as my knees threaten to buckle underneath me. Inside, my fires burn hotter and hotter, like a volcano preparing to blow, while Caleb plays my body like a maestro on his grand piano, teasing every sound in my register out of me with his strokes, pinches and stabs.

  My moans come faster and louder, and I’m just about to go over the edge when he pulls out. I can’t hold back a disappointed whine.

  “Good pets don’t come before their Master says so. You’re not a bad pet, are you?”

  I can hear his amusement clearly, but I shake my head. “No, Master.”

  “Good.” He drags the fingers that were in me up along my front, leaving a damp path behind them. Past my stomach, up between my breasts, slowly over my throat until they’re at my lips. “What else is mine?”

  “My mouth is yours, Master.”

  “Open up.”

  I part my lips, letting his fingers in, then close around them and suck, imagining his thick cock in their place. Teasingly, I run my tongue along his skin, tasting myself on him.

  He lets out a soft, sexy moan while he slides his fingers in and out of my mouth. “Mmm, you naughty girl.” Pulling his fingers back out with a quiet pop and letting go of my breast, he takes a step away. “Now don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

  It’s stupid. Even here, safe in his room, I feel a chill at the idea of him walking away. But I trust him. If I could only turn to at least watch him...

  He doesn’t leave the room. It sounds like he’s rummaging through something. I hear zippers and soft metallic clanks. Straining my ears, I track him as best I can, but he moves softly.

  Then he’s behind me, attaching a leather cuff to my wrist, similar to the ones I wore at the auction. Another one around my other wrist, and then two more around my ankles. My breath quickens in anticipation as I wonder what he’s going to do to me.

  Once all of the cuffs are secure, he reaches around, showing me a thick leather collar, with a heavy buckle and a metal ring hanging off the front. “I’ll have you a proper collar made, but will this one do until then?”

  I love it, but why is he asking me? “Master, isn’t that your decision?”

  “This...” He gestures with the collar. “This is a symbol of your submission. That is yours to give, and mine to protect and honor. It is the one thing I can’t force you to do.”

  Oh shit. I mean, it’s not a marriage proposal or anything. It’s way too early to even think about that, but wow. I choke up, trying not to cry. The gesture means more than he knows. I nod while chewing my lip nervously.

  “Say it.”

  Trying to keep my voice steady, I speak the words. “Yes, Master. I want to wear your collar.” The words are freeing. Exciting. I’m his, and in our world, everyone will know.

  Without another word, he slips on the collar, loose enough to not restrict my breathing, but tight enough that I won’t forget it’s there. “It looks beautiful on you.”

  “Thank you, Master.” Am I blushing? My face is warm. I lick my lips. Now what?

  There’s a rustle of clothes behind me. He’s undressing! I shiver, and it’s not from the air conditioning. His jeans hit the floor just at the edge of my peripheral vision. God, I want to turn around and look, but he hasn’t given me permission.

  “Right up to the bed.” He pushes gently between my shoulderblades until I’m positioned where he wants me. “Good.” He clips my wrist cuffs behind my back, then comes around, so I can see him.

  He’s so gorgeous. His muscles ripple as he moves, hardly an ounce of fat on his trim body. As he climbs onto the bed, I get a flash of his tight ass before he turns to face me, his large cock standing straight out, blood-engorged and hard. My mouth waters at the sight, still remembering the taste of him from last night.

  Caleb sits on the bed with his feet on the floor on either side of me. “Kneel.” I can’t quite hide my smile as I obey. He’s ready for me, standing proud and tall, and I’m going to make this an experience he’ll remember.

  He reaches for my hair, running his fingers through it. It feels nice. Suddenly, his hand clutches into a fist, trapping my red locks firmly. Tilting my head to face him, he leans in and presses his lips against mine forcefully while he holds my head in place. I accept his kiss, giving
back as well as I get while molten heat fills me, threatening to immolate the butterflies fluttering around in my stomach.

  When he finally pulls off, I gasp, getting my breath back. He only gives me a moment, then pushes my head into his lap. I open to take him in, but instead he guides me along his length so I can lick up and down the sides. He tastes of salt and skin.

  Pushing me down to his heavy balls, he holds me there while I lick and suck gently, learning to love all of him. I look up, finding his gaze locked on me, his mouth twisted in a confident smirk.

  “That’s right. Eyes on me, Pet.” He gives my hair a tug, bringing me back up to the tip. “Open.” This time, he pushes in, filling my mouth with his thick, pulsing cock. Maybe next time I can show him what I know, but this time, he’s in control, showing me exactly what he wants.

  Forcing me up and down with his iron grip on my hair, he pushes me deeper and deeper, until my eyes water and his tip bounces against the back of my mouth. I gag, but he only lets me up for a second before pushing me back down. His hips thrust, driving even further in, making me cough.

  My stomach knots, but I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet. His roughness drives me crazy with need, both for my own release and to please him. I do my best to coax him to come for me, swirling my tongue and sucking on his tip as it passes by my lips. I want to taste him, to savor him.

  He’s only just beginning to swell in my mouth when he pulls me off, tugging my hair so hard it hurts. “Not yet. I will, but not today. I have other plans for you, Pet.” He commands me while he gets off the bed. “Stand.”

  He uncuffs me, then pushes me roughly onto the bed. “Face down, ass up. Hands by your ankles.” He quickly clips my wrists to my ankles, leaving me helpless and fully exposed to him. “Beautiful.”

  God, he better be about to fuck me. His cock bounces as he moves around, anywhere but in me, which is where I want him. Instead, he stands next to me.

  “So, I thought about making up a good reason for punishing you.” He puts his large hand on my ass, stroking it idly back and forth. “But I’m your Master. I can punish you whenever I feel like it, just because want to.” He grins. “And I want to. I want to see your ass jiggle while I smack it. I want to hear you groan in pain and moan for me like you want me to fuck you. And if you do a good job, I just might.” He doesn’t even have to touch me. I moan softly just at his words.

  “Keep that ass up.” It’s the only warning I get before his hand impacts. The crack is loud, echoing off the stone walls. I cry out, the stinging pain spreading from my ass cheek. Fuck, that hurt. And that’s just the first one?

  Several blows follow, rocking me, almost knocking me onto my side. He doesn’t hold back. The stinging turns to burning, my ass feeling so hot it’s probably glowing. Then suddenly, he stops. I open my eyes, only now realizing I had them shut.

  “Fuck this. I want to do all these kinky things to you, but right now? I just want you.” Picking me up in his strong arms like I’m just a kid, he flips me over onto my back with my ass towards the edge of the bed. I’m like a turtle on its back, my arms and legs bound helplessly in front of me. Oh God. Finally, it’s going to happen.

  Then he kneels and pushes my thighs apart. “Remember, no coming until I say so.” Putting his face right in between my legs, he swipes his tongue the full length of my pussy, flicking the tip of my clit.

  “Yes, Mast—er!” My voice goes up in a squeak when he takes my clit into his mouth and sucks on it, like he would my nipple. Then he’s back down, his tongue working magic, dipping into me and sliding along the insides of my folds. Back to my clit, over and over.

  As worked up as I am, it isn’t long before I feel it coming, building inside me like a tidal wave approaching land. I can’t hold it down. Not for long, at least. I bite my tongue, trying to distract myself. It doesn’t really work.

  Clutching my thighs tightly around his head, I try to stop him, if only for a moment. The sensations are too much. If he keeps going like that, I’m going to come, and I don’t want to disappoint him. “Master. Please! I can’t hold it...”

  Even the short time he takes to answer is a welcome reprieve. “You can and you will.” He returns to his efforts and for once, I doubt him. I shake in my bonds, trying to twist away from his persistent tongue, but there’s nowhere for me to go. His grip on my thighs is like iron.

  I quiver in his hands, all of my muscles tight. I’m so close, and I’m doing my best not to let go. I don’t want to, but I want to. I need the release, but I need to obey. My back arches off the bed and I clench my teeth, not wanting to lose. “M—Master...”

  He stands, though I remain taut. Putting his hand on his cock, he gives it a couple of strokes. “Is this what you want, Pet?”

  Oh God, yes. “Wha—Whatever my Master wants.”

  “You’re lying through your teeth.” He laughs. “But that was the right answer.” Pulling out a drawer on the bedstand, he picks up a small plastic wrapper, tears it open and sheathes himself while I watch.

  I can’t stand it. Anything that makes it take longer is too much. “Master. Please.”

  “I’m coming, Pet.” Climbing onto the bed between my thighs, he aims himself, nudging his broad cock into my folds. He slides the tip around, touching my pussy everywhere except right where I want him. He looks at me and smirks. “Like this?”

  I throw my head back in frustration, growling like an angry lioness. I can’t hold it in any longer. “Please. Just fuck me! I can’t take anymore!”

  “Oh, I’m disappointed, Pet. Trying to top your Master?” He shakes his head and tsks, but he still slides his cock against me. “Perhaps I should just take this away, then.” Just out of reach, he pulls back so I can’t feel his gorgeous cock against me anymore.

  “No! Please!” I’m almost in tears.

  “You’re lucky I want this as badly as you.” He pushes forward, sinking into me in one firm stroke, so for a moment I lose my breath. Then I push my hips against him, trying to capture every inch. He’s so big, but I don’t care. I want all of him. We groan as one when he bottoms out.

  He lies over me, resting his massive weight on his elbows, kissing the top of my head. I crane my neck, kissing his chest, tasting his skin. All the while, I’m full of him, writhing beneath him. I wish my hands were free so I could hold him against me.

  He pulls back slowly, then thrusts back in. I moan, and he does it again. And again. Fucking me faster and harder with each stroke. “You feel so fucking good, Viv. So fucking good.”

  My orgasm that’s been simmering just under the surface wells up and overtakes me. Washing over me, it suspends me, makes me feel like I’m floating. My mouth opens, but no sound comes out, trapped in a silent scream as every muscle in my body clenches. I arch into him, the metal links connecting my wrists and ankles rattling as I shake against him.

  Through it all, he fucks, each stab of his thick cock pushing another overwhelming wave through me, setting off shocks that arc their way across my flushing skin and squirm their way deep inside. I finally find my voice, but I don’t have any words.

  The old bed creaks under our motion. The air’s thick with sex, making my head spin. All I see is white while my ears roar. My fists clench and unclench, frustratingly stuck. I want to clutch him close, grab his hair, make sure he doesn’t get away from me. Ever.

  It’s like he senses my thoughts, because he reaches down and unclips my wrists, first one side, then the other. Oh God, yes! I wrap my arms around his thick neck, and clutch at his back. Digging my nails in and wrapping my legs around him, I hold on for dear life while he pistons into me.

  I pull him down to my face. Kissing isn’t easy with so much rocking, but our lips find each other enough to make it worth it. Faster and faster, and he begins to swell. He’s close, so close.

  “Please, Master.” I whisper it right into his ear. “Are you going to come for your pet?”

  He groans and pushes deep, pulsing hotly inside me. I clutch him clos
e, writhing against him, my greedy pussy milking him for all he’s got. His broad chest rises and falls with his deep breaths. His eyes are closed, letting me admire the strong lines of his handsome face without him seeing. He’s relaxed, not wearing any masks, almost vulnerable. No bouncer, no Master. Just Caleb, and it’s good.

  It’s a face I can wake up next to, happily. The thought makes me a little giddy.

  His eyes pop open, catching me watching him. He smiles. “Mine,” he says, his voice playfully gruff.

  I pull him back down to me and he lets me. Smiling so hard it hurts, I agree.

  “Yours.”

  Epilogue

  Paul

  Sometimes, it feels like you join a club just in time for the other members to leave. Sure, over the last few months, I’ve had some great nights hanging out at the bar with Caleb and sometimes Vivian, listening to them complain about how they’re alone, or that their roommates keep kicking them out, or that all their old drinking friends have gotten hooked up.

  Seems like they’ve got that sorted now. From my end, I suppose hooking up was the obvious solution, but it does leave me a bit out of the loop. Having a beer is nice and all, but doing it alone is a bit of a drag.

  Oh well, they look good together. Caught their demo today, and that chemistry makes it all so much more believable. Believable because it’s true, I guess. And they do still show up for beers off and on, even if now all they’ll talk about how great a time they’re having, at least when they’re not playing Master and slave.

  Then again, the way he looks at her and acts around her, I’m not so sure he realizes who the actual Master is. Wrapped around her little finger.

  I look in the mirror over the bar and lift my glass. Cheers.

  “Drinking alone?” A familiar voice behind me.

  Turning, I raise my glass at my old Army buddy in the biking leathers. “Eric. Isn’t Amber keeping you busy?”

  He laughs and sits next to me. “Nah, she and Vivian are out doing girl stuff tonight. Caleb’s coming around soon.” He orders a beer, not saying much until he gets it. Taking a sip, he finally speaks. “So, how long are you going to sit around moping at the bar? No one interesting in sight?”