by Brandi Evans
"Me, too," he admitted. "That said, however, what's your safe word?"
Usually, I found this exchange endearing. He never failed to remind me I could stop our scene at any moment, that, even though I was the submissive, I held my own kind of power. This time, though, I couldn't stop the tiny flicker of irritation. Was he still hesitant to push me?
"Fishnet, Sir. I know how this works. I've had an outstanding Dom. You taught me well, so please, stop babying me."
He nipped briefly at my earlobe. "But you are my baby."
"If I'm your baby, does that mean you're my Daddy?"
"Only if you want me to take you over my knee."
Feeling daring, riding high on my climax, I tried to make my voice as soft and velvety as I could manage. "Daddy."
With quick ferocity, Max bent me forward over the sawhorse.
Smack.
He barehanded my right ass cheek. Something I could only describe as a yelp leaped past my lips, followed by the intense heat that always followed a strike when we played like this. Oh, yeah, I'd made the right call wanting this.
"Daddy," I said again.
And again, Max slapped my ass, the opposite cheek this time. Two more swats followed, evenly distributed on each cheek. Mmm, my ass burned, felt swollen in the way I'd never considered erotic until Max had come into my life and changed everything.
Emphasis on come.
"Da—"
He clamped a hand over my mouth. "Ya know, spanking isn't much of a punishment if the one being spanked likes it too much."
I smiled against his palm. He had me there.
"But I know just what to do with a mouthy sub. Option one: I shove my cock so far down your throat that you can hardly breathe, let alone speak, but I know you. You'd like that, too. So, I think I'll go with option two."
"What's option two?" I mumbled against his hand.
"I'm about to move my hand, and when I do, don't say a word. Not a single word, or you'll get no cock tonight. Do you understand me?"
Oh, I understood him all right.
Not wanting to push my luck, I nodded. I very much wanted his cock tonight.
"Good." He slapped my ass again, harder than the previous times.
I gasped but immediately bit down on my bottom lip to keep any other sound from leaking through. Please, dear god, don't let that have counted as a word!
Soft, retreating footfalls were followed by the creak of what sounded like a cabinet opening. I wanted so badly to turn around, to see what he was doing, to know what he was getting, but I was too afraid that would also keep him from giving me his cock. It wasn't a chance I wanted to take.
Returning footfalls.
Another slap to my ass.
"Stand up," he ordered, "but don't turn around."
I obeyed—and waited.
"Open wide, little sub."
I did as instructed, and the rubbery taste of something round and hard flavored my tongue. Instinctively, I pulled back but then forced myself to relax, to fight down my initial jolt of fear.
Sir would never hurt me. If I knew anything, it was this.
"This is a ball gag. It should fit right behind your teeth. I want you to work it there. Once you have, touch my arm, so I can secure the strap."
Closing my eyes, I worked my jaw against the unforgiving object. My jaw hardly moved. Like this, I couldn't speak if I wanted to. I couldn't say my safe word if I wanted to.
If I needed to.
The fear always bubbling inside me made itself known, and the beginnings of a panic attack pulsed and heated my chest.
Sir was right there, arms around me, his words and touches soothing. "Breathe, my sweet. Just breathe. I'm right here."
He'd recognized my panic, and his words had shifted. My sweet, not little sub. He'd taken away my voice, but he still "heard" me. With him, I didn't need a physical voice. He was as in tune with my body and my emotions as I was. The realization was as potent as any of the anti-anxiety meds I'd been prescribed.
I trusted Sir completely, and I'd told him to stop babying me, told him I wouldn't break. Well, we were about to find out.
Pulling my shoulders back and holding my head high, I turned to face Sir and dared him to stop now.
Chapter 8
Max
She was everything to me.
I fisted Bree's hair in my hand and tugged until the brown eyes I loved met mine and held. I read the expressions I'd become fluent in, the furrowing of her forehead, the way her eyes seemed to quiver as if she wanted to look away but forced her gaze to remain steady. She was fighting her anxiety—emphasis on fighting. Théo may have wounded her, but by god, he hadn't broken her. Not by a long shot.
I'd underestimated her strength. I should have come to that realization sooner. I never should have held myself back from her, held this back from her, not when it was something she so obviously wanted—maybe even needed. I shouldn't have treated her like a glass ornament, no matter how precious she was to me. She was much stronger than glass.
I pressed a palm over the spot that would likely forever bear a scar from Théo's blade. Breanne Jennings was one of the strongest women I'd ever met. I'd never loved a living soul more. She was the strong one in this relationship, and I needed to start treating her like it, or Garrett was right; I'd end up losing her.
I returned my hand to her hair, held tightly to the soft locks. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight. Then, little sub, I'm going to fuck you until you can't see straight. And then, I'm going to keep fucking you until there isn't an ounce of strength left in my body."
Her eyes widened the way they always did when she was excited and wanton. It was such a turn-on to know I could do that to her. It was something I hoped would never change; my dick throbbed in agreement.
"Come along, little sub. It's time I get you into something a little less comfortable."
Never releasing my hold of her hair, I tugged her to the swing and examined the straps. They were removable and adjustable to any number of positions, but I didn't want to take the time to change them. Not this go around. Any of the arrangements would work for what I needed, but I was pleased to see the swing already set in my favorite configuration.
I eased her onto the swing and fastened her wrists into position. The bindings forced her arms straight out to her sides. Next, I tugged on the seat and eased her backward until she was parallel to the ground. Only then, did I go about securing her legs—slowly.
I took hold of her right ankle and set it against my shoulder. I kissed the spot just above her ankle. Simultaneously, I skimmed my hands over the defined muscles of her thighs. I traced her quadriceps, each dip of muscle beneath skin. She'd worked out hard over the years to sculpt these muscles, and I never failed to appreciate the hard, feminine beauty of her.
She lifted her head and stared at me. Anticipation and maybe just a hint of impatience had darkened her eyes. They were stormy now, precisely the way I liked them. Dark, needy, and desperate for me.
After I'd secured the ankle resting on my shoulder, I repeated the same process on the opposite leg until her legs formed an alluring "V.” It was hard to keep from fucking her right then and there.
Tormenting myself a bit more, I dropped to a knee and drew her labia wide. The sight of her sweet, juicy pussy sent another jolt straight to my dick. She always got so wet for me.
"You make quite the stunning spectacle, little sub—like a buffet spread out for me to gorge myself on."
She made some sort of guttural sound I took as encouragement to do just that: eat her. Oh, I planned to—just not all at once.
Keeping her labia open with the thumb and index finger of my left hand, I dragged the fingers of my other hand over her slit. I made good and sure to wet the tips before trapping her still-engorged clit between the pads of my thumb and middle finger. I gave her clit a hard, solid squeeze.
"Mmm." She jerked. She spasmed. She'd likely be screaming her beautiful head off if not for the gag.
"Still sensitive, huh, little sub? Need a little bit of a lighter touch?" I lessened my hold for a brief second before squeezing again. "Well, tough."
Despite the gruffness of my words and actions, I scrutinized her face. I looked for any sign, any sign at all she wanted to use her safe word. She wouldn't be able to say it, of course, but I'd know. I always did, moments before she needed to. She just got this look. It was hard to describe. But whenever I saw it, I knew it, and I backed off.
I didn't see it now.
Her entire body began to convulse, and I couldn't help but smile. Well, well, she was coming again.
I released her clit and immediately drew the bud into my mouth. I sucked greedily, desperate for the taste of her climax on my tongue. I slid my index and ring fingers into her cunt and worked the fingertips along the top wall of her channel until I found the hard bundle of nerves I was looking for and then pressed hard against it.
When her spasming turned to soft jerks, I withdrew my fingers and kissed her slowly, hot, sloppy, open-mouth kisses that would keep her revved while giving her the briefest of respites. And she'd need the break, especially given everything I had planned to do to her. She hadn't been the only one of us who'd missed this.
I traced the opening of her sex with my tongue. The sweet, musky taste of her was an aphrodisiac. I lost track of how long I'd been kissing her when I finally pushed to my feet. Making sure she had an unobstructed view, I removed my shirt. She liked watching me undress almost as much as I liked watching her watching me.
I removed my slacks with the same precision, and when I was naked in front of her, I fisted my cock, stroking it as I stepped into her. I drew my glans over the corner of her mouth, where she'd begun to drool because of the gag. The site was a jolt straight to my already hard cock.
Her jaw worked as if instinctually trying to open wide for me. She was such a good little sub.
"You want this?" I drew my tip along her cheek, leaving an iridescent streak of pre-cum glistening on her skin.
She nodded, the move frantic and uncoordinated.
God, she was so fucking sexy.
"I guess I could remove this…" I tapped my dick to the gag. "…and see how far I can shove my dick into your sweet, wet mouth."
She nodded again.
"But I'm not going to. You'd like that too damn much."
She shook her head, a mumble of sounds trying to escape her gag. I was pretty sure it was a combination of begging and cursing.
Forcing myself not to grin, I bent at the waist and pressed a kiss to her forehead. Soon, little sub. Soon.
I strode to the opposite side of the room and opened the cabinet where a plethora of toys were arranged neatly on hooks. What did I want to use on her? I'd formed a generalized plan but no specifics. She hadn't disliked anything yet, but I wanted this time to be unique.
A pair of nipple clamps caught my attention. The amber color would complement the flecks of gold in her brown eyes. Given the way she was splayed out to me, the adornments would look gorgeous on her pert tits. Fuck, I could already imagine the jewels bouncing on her breasts as I pounded into her.
I plucked the clamps from their hook while continuing to peruse. What else? She liked the crop and the flogger, but the concave softening of her abdomen in her current position left her abdominal organs at too high a risk. If I hit her in just the wrong way, if I lost my focus for even a second, I could hurt her, and hurting her wasn't something I ever wanted to do. That wasn't me babying her; that was being practical.
My gaze fell on the unopened cock ring sitting in the corner of the cabinet, and I picked it up and examined the packaging. This wasn't just a cock ring. No, this had a bullet on the front end, ready to provide extra stimulation to her already-engorged clit.
Perfect.
After all, hadn't I told her I planned to fuck her until I didn't have any strength left? And what better way to facilitate that than with this? It'd help delay my gratification while keeping her coming over and over and over. If she could still walk when I was done with her, I'd consider it an insult.
After adding a bottle of lube to my spoils, I returned to her and laid everything out on her stomach. "I've been telling you for a while now that your tits would look gorgeous with nipple clamps. It's about time I find out for sure, don't you think?"
She lifted her head. There went her eyes, widening again. The swing didn't have much in the way of head support, so every time she lifted her head, it would tire her. I'd owe her a serious neck rub later.
I sucked the nipple nearest me, nipped at it with my teeth until she was squirming and the peak went hard and rigid—until it was perfect for the clamp. These screwed on, not clinched, so I'd be able to control the pressure. As first times went, this would be perfect.
I fitted one clamp into position and began tightening it. Once I had it almost clamped down, I studied my sub's face as I kept tightening.
Her breathing came in quick spurts. The pressure was close. She was riding the line between pleasure and pain. Her legs were flexing, her entire body squirming. She wasn't there yet. Just a little bit—
She sucked in a harsh breath, and every muscle in her body jerked so violently that she curled inward. There it is. I immediately backtracked and released the tension until she softened.
"Perfection, little sub." I gave the dangling jewel a soft tug before moving to her opposite side and repeating the process.
When I was done, I took a step back and admired her. I'd been right. She looked positively decadent, this amazing woman who'd captured my heart so completely, this beautiful creature I couldn't imagine not having in my life. She was everything I'd given up on finding.
Once I'd looked my fill, I stepped between her splayed legs. I fisted her breasts from the underside and gave them a little shake, enraptured by the jeweled dance of the nipple clamps on her skin.
"I should have done this a long time ago, little sub."
Her only response was to squirm.
I unwrapped the cock ring, tossed the container to the side, and placed the silicone ring back on her stomach. I wanted it to be a visual distraction—as well as a physical weight.
I took the lube and unstopped the cap. "Do you know what that is, little sub?"
She didn't seem to even breathe. Good. That meant she knew what was about to happen to her.
"Cock rings restrict blood flow. The result is longer, harder erections. Basically, little sub, it means I'll have to fuck you much longer and much, much harder to finally get mine." I drizzled lube onto my dick. "This ring has an added bonus: a built-in vibrating bullet. Basically, I'm going to become a flesh-and-blood vibrator hell-bent on forcing you to come as many times as I possibly can."
Oh, god. Those eyes grew bigger and darker than I could ever remember seeing them. If she kept looking at me like that, I wasn't even sure a cock ring would save me from coming the second I was inside her. I already wanted her so badly that I could scarcely stand it. I wanted to slide in balls deep and just start pounding, but that wasn't what she needed.
I worked the ring onto my cock. The bullet was simple. No remotes. No multiple speeds. Just an "on" button. My thrusts were the only control we had.
With a click to the soft black button on the side, the bullet hummed to life. I shuddered. I'd forgotten how intense these could be. Sucking in a deep breath to calm myself, I ran the underside of my cock between her folds and let the vibrations work their magic on her.
Her head lulled back, and her toes started to flex and release, flex and release, flex and release. All the while, I watched her, waited…
When her legs began straining as she tried to rock her pussy against me, I knew it was time. We were both beyond ready.
I positioned my glans at her entrance and then dug my fingers into her waist. I didn't thrust forward. Instead, I pulled her onto my erection. She was so goddamn tight. I pushed her away and then tugged her back onto my cock. I raked in a deep breath to steady myself as she
released a sigh. As she did, her body softened. Taking advantage, I wedged myself balls deep into her glorious heat.
I was home.
The second the bullet contacted her clit, she came. She just fucking shook apart on my dick. It was breathtaking.
Fuck yeah.
With quick, shallow strokes, I pumped inside her. I did my damndest to keep the bullet hammering against her clit. I'd wanted her soaring, and she was. Her entire body quivered, her cries of pleasure muffled. With every stroke, her pussy milked my cock, inviting me to join her in release, but I fought the urge to find my own pleasure. There would be time for that. Eventually. My succulent little sub and I were just getting started.
Head propped on my fist, I lay quietly beside my fiancée and watched her sleep. She was so beautiful—well, always—but there was just something about the look of her after an extended scene that always made me fall just a little more in love with her. She looked so… relaxed. Given her increasing nightmares, moments like this were something to treasure.
She was something to treasure.
Unable to keep from touching her another second, I drew super-soft circles along her exposed shoulder blade and then slowly downward. She was still naked from our scene and thoroughly exhausted. I'd made sure of that. A good scene could be a million times better than pharmaceuticals when it came to facilitating sleep.
When my fingertips grazed the lingering scar along her flank, the same sense of pain and guilt that had flooded me the night of her attack returned with a vengeance. Because of my past, she'd almost lost her life, and my past was still stalking her. Well, both of us really, but only she mattered.
She was the best of me.
I'd planned to tell her everything today, the things I'd lived through—the things I'd done—but then Théo happened. My priorities had shifted, and I'd gone into protection mode. The fact he was still out there, that he could get his hands on her, that he could kill her, was a knife wedged in my heart.
But don't worry, ma chére, your death is coming very soon.
