by Anthology
In seconds he had filled her mind, flooded her thoughts and wreaked havoc on her soul. Now as he carried her to the bed in a post coital state and she felt his large hands spreading her arms up for the ties she knew there was no going back.
This was it. She was going to be his submissive. She just hoped she would be good at it. Pleasing him was all she could think of.
8
J.T. walked over to the table that held an assortment of pleasure props. He perused a couple, splaying his fingertips across each of them before deciding on a crop.
He then walked before Sophia. Dutifully she was propped up on all fours with her hands tied to the headboard in front of her just as he had left her.
Her long dark hair spilled down the sides of her shoulders as her ass was jutted upward, facing J.T. in an almost invitation to begin.
Smack!
Without warning, J.T. gave her the first of many spankings with the crop. He didn't want to give her time to anticipate or fear. He only wanted her to feel the sensations.
Smack, smack!
He slapped twice, this time, being careful to use pressure but not hurt her. No matter what their future held, he would not break his word to her. He would make her feel safe. She would know that he could be trusted and she had nothing to fear from him. Ever.
Red welts began forming on her rear. Her beautiful creamy skin was being marred by his touch. He was making her belong to him. She would be all of his. His lover. His submissive. Whatever he wanted.
She looked magnificent. His cock hardened. He had missed this. Control and power had always been an aphrodisiac greater than anything sold on the market. Being dominant gave him pleasure in ways he would probably never be able to put into words or express fully.
What he was experiencing with Sophia was stronger and greater than what he’d ever known before. This wasn’t just about the power. It wasn’t about the lust or his driving need to fuck.
This was about possession. Possession of her and all that she was. He needed to have her. Every single bit of her until she belonged fully to him.
He wanted to erase every time a man had touched her. The need to make her want him more than her own hand overpowered him. He wanted her to starve for him and him alone. And after years of getting what he wanted, he wasn’t about to give up on her just because they lived in different cities.
Fuck, but he wanted to feel her so bad. His mission to teach her and make her his own was important, but it was harder than he thought to deny himself the pleasure of fucking her. He may be a cocky son of a bitch like she’d accused him of, but he knew how to fuck a woman good and hard. If only his cock wasn’t fighting with him like a horny teenager his mind wouldn’t be filled with images of doing just that.
Slapping her ass several more times he watched while her hips bucked back and forward. He’d not noticed until just then that he’d gotten so lost in his thoughts that he’d managed to get carried away.
The subtle welts that had formed on her ass were now joined by a wide array of raised and dark marks. The contrast of her perfect pale skin and the marks he made on her only made him want her that much more.
Fuck it!
No matter how much control he had he was still only a man. And a man with a hard as stone cock, leaking with anticipation was who he was. His need to fuck her wasn’t just for release. It was for fucking survival.
Pulling the snap free on his trousers, J.T. yanked down the zipper and knelt on the bed behind her. He reached into his boxers and pulled out his cock. His swollen head was in agony and dying to be enveloped by her.
Reaching for a condom in his back pocket, he quickly and expertly tore the package open, quickly sheathing himself before moving himself closer behind her spread legs.
She remained so still, so quiet. She hadn’t moved or said a word other than the occasional whimper from his smacks. He was about to change that. No way in hell was he about to let her hide within herself while he was dying inside.
His first rule with her had been trust. Slowly she was learning the pleasure part of it, and soon he hoped that she would fully learn to let go and to submit to every desire she had.
Having dropped the crop on the floor, J.T. weighed his options. He could slowly coax her, working her with his fingers and hands until she begged him with that same thirst filled look in her eyes like the night before, but he wanted more from her this time.
Instead, he placed his hands on her ass cheeks and pulled them far apart, exposing her puckered asshole and wet pussy.
J.T. bit back a curse when he saw how tight her ass looked. The pleasure he could find buried deep inside that hole he knew would surely be his undoing. Damn it if he didn't care about this woman, though.
A strange and unfamiliar feeling came over him. He couldn’t place it, and he wasn’t exactly sure he wanted to. So instead of thinking a moment longer he chose to ignore whatever struck him and take what they both wanted.
He thrust forward, barely entering her, pushing only the tip of his head inside her pussy when she let out a scream and arched her back. A second later she rocked back into him and buried him inside her heat.
Fuck!
She was sucking him, massaging and trembling against his cock as her pussy trembled around him. It hadn’t been that long since he’d had sex. Maybe only weeks, or a month at most. Hell if she didn’t feel as tight as the girl that had taken his virginity twenty years earlier.
Every part of her seemed to enveloping him. And that feeling, that same damn feeling crept up, causing him to take a mental step back and try and determine what was happening to him.
He looked down at their bodies, connected in a way that felt so damn good and yet he hadn’t moved an inch. This was the side that he wasn’t sure she could take. The side that he told himself he wouldn’t show her right away. Yet here he was, ready to yank on her hair and fuck her relentlessly.
He wondered if she’d be able to take it.
He wondered what it would mean if she could.
“Are you sure?” He asked.
“Yes,” She whispered in answer.
“If I start, there will be no stopping.” With a firm hand, he gathered up her hair in his hand and yanked her head backward. “If I fuck you. You will fuck me too. Do you understand?”
She nodded her reply.
“Say it. Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
Turning her head slightly, she blinked against what he was sure was hesitation. He stared at her, urging her to trust him again. He wouldn't tell her again. She needed to know it. She needed to feel it.
“I want you to fuck me.”
With his free hand, he brought it back down and slapped it hard across one of her ass cheeks. “Spread your legs for me further. Show me just how badly you want me fucking you.”
There it was again. She whimpered. Not like she was in pain, but just like she had when his fingers had been fingering her pussy.
He was pleased in more ways than one about how sweet she could seem while still taking his dominance with such exuberance.
He slapped his hand across the other ass cheek. “I’m waiting.”
His cock twitched inside her when he saw the incredible image of his handprint appearing across her already marred creamy flesh.
“J.T. please…”
Coming up behind her, he bent his knees slightly, and whispered into her ear, “What do you want?”
He thrust inside of her hard and fast, his head spinning as he finally felt what he had been waiting for since the night she walked out on him in New York City.
Reaching around her on the bed, he pinched and squeezed at her nipples. Needing to hear every sound she was capable of making.
Moaning and breathless he heard the real Sophia come out. The woman that she kept hidden was beginning to show herself to him fully and without reservation.
“Please J.T… harder!” Her words were whimpers, begging attempts to get him to itch that scratch that she had. He understood that i
tch all too well and had every intention of alleviating that ache that came with it.
Pumping into her harder and faster, pinching her nipples, and yanking on the fistful of hair he had, J.T. could finally feel the tightness begin to overpower him. Her insides seemed to be grabbing a hold of him, stroking and working him with each thrust he pummeled into her.
His concentration nearly broke for a moment when he caught himself grunting and making sounds that he had never heard spill from his lips. He had to reign it in. He couldn’t lose control with her. She had to know that he was in charge.
“Call me, master!” he screamed into her ear.
“J.T.…what?” she asked, her voice filled with surprise.
He didn’t stop. She would do as he asked so he repeated his demand. “Call me your master!”
With each word he slammed into her. The bed shook as the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the room along with their heaving breaths.
“I –.”
“Say it!” He demanded.
He stopped his thrusts and squeezed her nipples harder than he ever thought possible. “Unless you want me to walk away right now, walk away and never touch you, never fuck you again, you will tell me that I am your master! Right. Fucking. Now, Sophia.”
“Oh God!” she screamed.
He felt her insides begin to tremble. Her orgasm was building. She was close, but not quite there.
He removed his hands from her nipples and hair and slapped her ass with both hands. “You have until the count of three!”
Smack! “One.” Smack! “Two” Smack! “Three.” Smack! Smack!
“You’re my master!”
J.T. stopped just as he was about to give her a final warning. Despite his insistence, he was a little surprised to actually hear the words come from her mouth. The sweet lady who protested so many times truly wanted the same things that he did. He wasn't sure that any of his playmates ever wanted it like Sophia did. He could hear it in her voice, and feel it in her body.
“Did you hear me?” She asked.
“I did.” He spoke softly and in control. “But, I am your master. That means I decide what we do and when we do it.”
“Oh.”
Her half-hearted attempt at hiding her disappointment was almost too adorable for him to bear. She would learn, but not all in one night. He would show her the understanding and patience he was certain no man ever had before.
“So that means…” he leaned over and licked along the small of her back. “You belong to me. No man can have you. And this, my dear Sophia…this, will not be our last night together. You understand this, don't you?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes…master.” She corrected herself.
“That’s my girl.” He leaned over and gathered up a bunch of her hair in his hands and reached back around to feel her nipples were just as hard if not harder than before.
“That’s my sweet, Sophia.”
As soon as he’d said the words, he pushed himself back into her. He was beyond any point of being able to control himself. Fucking her was all he could think of. She met his thrusts, so wildly and voraciously that only the soft straps which he used to tie her to the bed kept her from falling.
She screamed with every time he slammed into her. Each sound she made pushed him further along.
“Sophia!” he shouted.
He couldn’t help himself. The tightness of her pussy and the sweet way she worked him was too much even for him.
The inner walls of her pussy began milking him, sucking all that he had and filling the condom as he held onto it so it wouldn’t break.
It took several moments for J.T. to regain his composure. He lifted his head, not realizing he had all but collapsed on top of her and pushed her weight down on her back.
“Jesus.” He lifted himself and pulled out of her heat. The instant coldness of the room was one of the worst feelings that had ever touched his dick. Being enveloped inside of her was much more welcoming than swaying out in the open with a condom hanging heavy and ready to slip off.
Tossing it into a nearby trashcan he hurried to her side and untied her wrists. Her body seemed to be trembling and with her head down he couldn’t tell if she was laughing or crying.
“Hey, hey…” he crawled into bed with her and lifted her chin with his thumb. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing.” She whispered her reply, but her glazed over stare concerned him.
“It doesn’t look like nothing. You’re shaking.”
“I’m fine.”
“Did I hurt you?”
He had to know. It was the one promise he’d made her and he’d kick his own ass if he’d somehow managed to break it.
“No. No, I swear.”
“Maybe you need to sleep then.”
“No. I don’t want to go to sleep. I just…”
“Hey, what did I say…trust me. Remember?”
“What you said?”
“Which part?” he asked.
“Well, all of it. You said that I…”
Again with her hesitation. Damn it he wanted to bottle that fear up and bury it somewhere far away from her so she would forget it existed.
“Sophia, you know how important it is to me that you’re honest with me. Tell me what you want, what you’re thinking. We don’t judge one another here. You’ve got to start trusting me. You are safe with me.” He smirked. “Well, unless you’re showing me that ass, then I might have to get a little rough with you.”
She laughed. “J.T., stop.”
“What is that? Was that a laugh?”
Her face flushed from sex and filled from laughter was probably the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
“Now, I don't know what you're pussy-footing around about so I'll just give it to you straight so we can order some dinner because woman, you wear me out.”
Again she laughed and it only made it happier. That same unfamiliar feeling came over him only, this time, he wasn't so quick to push it aside. It may have been new and something he didn't recognize, but he couldn't say it was all bad.
“Look, Ms. Sophia Hunt. Everything I said tonight I meant. Everything I said since the moment I met you I have meant. I don't lie and I don't bullshit people. If I wanted a quickie one-night stand I would have left you with some flowers and a nice parting gift this morning. But instead, I gave you something I've never given anyone else, a key to my place. I told you were mine, because you are. It's not a question of whether I believe you to be, or whether I am trying to convince you of it. You simply are. And while you may call me J.T. during dinner or phone calls, or maybe even the occasional email, there will be times I will be something more to you. I am your master. And I will teach you all of what that entails. You just have to continue to trust me and know that you are safe with me.”
“I do feel safe with you. And…you are more, than J.T. I mean.”
“I know, sweetheart.”
Wrapping her up in a tight embrace, he held her against his chest. Their two hearts pounded against one another for reasons that he was beginning to realize went deeper than the lust they shared.
“J.T.?”
“Yeah, babe?”
“So, it just dawned on me. I don’t know your last name or even where you live.”
He looked down at her just as his loud boisterous chuckle filled the room. It occurred to him that for meeting three years ago, they had so much to learn about one another.
“What’s so funny? Is that not okay to ask? I mean…is that part of the…?”
Damn she was cute too. Sexy, yes, but adorable as all get out when she was unsure of herself and trying to find her way through a situation.
“Oh, Sophia. No, that's not part of the deal. And I'm sorry I laughed. But, it's kind of funny really. Look at all we've shared with each other and we know so little still. To be fair, though, here's a clue. You can call me Mr. M, and that doesn't stand for Master.”
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��That’s a clue?” she quirked a curious brow up at him.
“Let me put it to you this way. I don’t rent this penthouse. I own it.” He added.
“Hmm.” She thought for a moment. “But, that can’t be. This is a Mastrantonio Properties resort. The only person who owns…”
He watched her face change and her eyes widen as she realized what he was hinting at. “J.T. Mastrantonio. Pleased to meet you, Ms. Sophia Hunt.”
To Be Continued…
About Nicole Morgan
Nicole Morgan is an author of erotic romance novels, which more often than not have a suspenseful back story. Erotic romance mixed with good old-fashioned whodunit. While she's written everything from contemporary to paranormal her leading men will more than likely be wearing a uniform of some kind. From military to police officers, she has a love for writing about those who protect and serve. From her very first novel (which turned into a four book series) about Navy SEALs to her more recent releases you will be sure to find a few twists and turns you were not expecting.
She is a proud member of the Romance Books 4 Us Gold Authors, as well as being a Sweet and Sexy Diva. Additionally, you will find Nicole writing under the names of Taylor Brooks and Nicki Day.
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