by Leah Brooke
“Good girl.” He placed the hard, cold tip of the plunger slightly into her, the sensation so intense that she had trouble catching her breath.
Whimpering as the cold lube began to fill her, Hope lifted higher to her toes, sticking her ass out as far as she could. “Thank you, Master.”
Her willingness to give him everything had the words slipping out before she even considered them.
Sucking in a breath when he removed the plunger, she shook with anticipation for the feel of something being pushed into her ass.
“Are you ready for your butt plug?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Are you sure you want it? If I put this inside you, I won’t be taking it out anytime soon.”
“Yes, Master. Please put it inside me.”
“This is mine, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Master. It’s yours. It’s all yours.”
“Good girl.”
Hope cried out when the plug pressed relentlessly at her puckered opening, forcing the tight ring of muscle to give way.
Her bottom burned around it as it slowly filled her, her inner walls forced to stretch to accommodate it.
Shaking with pleasure, Hope threw her head back, fighting not to come.
“So beautiful. Relax those muscles, baby.”
Nothing existed for her except her Master’s voice and the feel of the plug pushing into her.
Filling her.
Stretching her.
Knowing that her husband watched closely as it entered her pushed her closer to the edge. She didn’t even try to hold back her cries as the pleasure grew, pushing back as far as she could.
“Good girl.”
She didn’t know if it was the feel of the plug being pushed all the way into her or the praise from her husband and Master in his deep, loving voice or the combination of both, but she came hard, crying out at the force of it.
Ace caught her with a muscled forearm around her waist when her knees buckled, his ability to always know what she needed, and to be there for her, warming her all the way through.
Her love for him and her trust in him wrapped her in a warm blanket of security that allowed her to give herself to him in a way that she could have never imagined giving herself to any man.
Safe in his hold, she used her restrained wrists for leverage to lean back against him, smiling at the feel of his cock brushing against her thigh. “Thank you, Master.”
Running his gloved hand over her bottom, Ace brushed his lips over her hair. “Good girl. Your manners are improving.”
“Thank you, Master.” Lost in the feel of his warmth and strength, she reveled in his praise and would do anything for more.
“I love watching you come.” He continued to run the soft fur over her bottom. “I like watching your ass take the plug, but not as much as I like fucking that tight ass.”
Her ass clenched in reaction, making the plug feel even larger. “Yes.”
She needed his soft caress as much as she needed his firm hold.
She needed his harsh words as much as she needed the loving tone he used.
Lifting his head, he removed the hand at her ass and slowly lowered her to her feet.
Shaken at the break in contact, Hope realized her mistake. “I mean, yes, Master.”
He set her on her feet and broke all contact, the chill bringing tears to her eyes.
She felt him move around her, and wearing both fur gloves, he stroked her arms again from her wrists to her shoulders.
Trembling at the possibility that he planned to start all over again, Hope braced herself, willing to do whatever it took to make it up to him. “I’m sorry, Master. I forgot.”
“It seems that the only time you can remember properly is when you’re aroused. As soon as I make you come, you forget all about behaving.”
The disapproval in his voice made her stomach clench. “I’ll do better, Sir.”
The slow slide of the fur downward and over the outer curves of her breasts intensified the ache in her nipples.
“I wonder.” Ace ran the fur over the undersides of her breasts, carefully avoiding her nipples. “I think you’re only willing to submit when it suits you. Your demands, your ultimatum, and your attempt at trying to top from the bottom make me think that you don’t want to submit at all.”
Panicked at the thought that she couldn’t be what he needed, Hope fought her bonds to get closer. “I do. I do!”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Please, Ace!”
His hands slid to her face again. “How are you to address me while we’re in this room?”
Hope gulped, chilled to her core. “As Master or Sir.”
“From now on, when I call you sub, you’re to address me as Master or Sir until I call you by your name again. Understood?”
He’d never demanded such a thing from her, but she didn’t even consider refusing, her entire body humming with desire again while her need for his affection knotted her stomach.
Sucking in a breath, she nodded. “Yes, Sir. I can give you what you need. I promise. I promise, Master!”
Ace smiled, his cock leaking more moisture. “We’ll see. No more talking.”
She wouldn’t be able to hold back her cries, and he didn’t want her to.
He took his time, determined to drag out her pleasure—and his.
Running the fur over her belly and back to the undersides and outer curves of her breasts, he carefully avoided her nipples, knowing the awareness in them would be close to unbearable.
Her hands fisted, and her toes curled, but other than trembling, she remained perfectly still.
In normal circumstances, she would have been begging for him to touch her, but although she continued to moan and whimper, she didn’t say a word.
To give her some of the confidence and connection she needed, he brushed his lips over hers. “Good girl.”
He slid the fur lightly over her nipples, delighted when she cried out as another orgasm hit her.
Watching her carefully for a sign that she needed his help, he continued to run the fur lightly over her nipples, his cock throbbing at her cries.
“That’s my girl. That’s it. Lock your knees. We’re not done here yet.”
Nodding, Hope locked her knees and pressed her thighs together.
He wouldn’t allow that.
He gave her a moment to gather herself before he began to slide his hands lower, pausing to caress her abdomen.
Sucking in a breath, Hope hurriedly parted her thighs, her movements clumsy.
Crouching in front of her, he pressed his lips to her abdomen, smiling at her moan. “Good girl.”
He glanced up when she whimpered again, knowing that she’d feel a sense of relief at any small display of affection.
By the time he finished, she’d desperately need it, and he’d be more than happy to give it to her.
Easing back, he ran his hands over her hips and down the outside of her legs before starting the journey up the front of her legs to her hips again.
Smiling when she rushed to part her thighs, Ace ran his gloved hands around them, focusing his attention on the backs of her knees until she began to moan again.
“You’re so good. So sweet.” He ran his gloved hands up her inner thighs, taking his time to reignite the fire in her all over again.
Within minutes, she fought to get closer, her cries like music to his ears as she pressed her hips forward in invitation.
Knowing how sensitized her clit would be after two orgasms, he kept his touch gentle, wanting to be inside her when she came again.
Hope sucked in a breath as each upward slide of Ace’s hands came closer and closer to her slit, her legs trembling with the effort to keep them spread wide.
Tilting forward to entice him to give her clit the attention it needed forced Hope to clench her bottom on the plug, making it feel even larger.
Her inner thighs tingled with awareness, each light brush of the fur spreading straight
to her clit.
Her pussy clenched at emptiness, the need to be filled overwhelming.
Nothing existed except the world of sensation consuming her, the steadiness of her Master, and the deep velvety voice of the man she loved and needed with a strength that shook her.
“So good. So beautiful. So sweet.” His lips moved over her temple when his hands briefly left her body as if he knew that she desperately needed the contact.
She cried out in relief when warm callused hands took the place of the fur, lifting her against him, grateful that he’d taken her weight.
“I’ve got you.”
Sobbing at the feel of his hands on her bottom, holding her against him, she eagerly wrapped her legs around him, crying out when he thrust into her.
He held her securely with a hand at her back and one against the plug and began to move, each deep thrust taking her higher.
“You’re mine, Hope. Mine. All of you. You’re everything to me.”
Her body gathered, the pressure curling her toes.
Each thrust shifted the plug in her ass and brushed her swollen clit against his body, the combination flooding her sensitized body with sensation.
Caught in an immense wave of ecstasy, Hope cried out weakly, whimpering when she tried to reach for her husband, but the restraints prevented it.
He continued to pump into her, his firm hands and rough groans filling her with the primitive satisfaction of a woman pleasing her man.
His deep groan washed over her as he surged deep, the feel of his cock pulsing inside her even more intense with the plug in her ass.
He held her, his own body trembling but as solid as his hold as he crooned to her. “You feel so good, baby. You’re so precious to me.”
The tenderness in his voice held a hint of something that made her heart lurch, an intensity in his usual possessiveness that settled something deep inside her.
The rush of relief stunned her, and before she knew it, she started to sob.
“That’s it. Let it go, baby. I’ve got you.”
His hand firmed on her bottom, lifting her from his cock and holding her securely against him while releasing her wrists from the cuffs.
Letting her hands fall to his shoulders, Hope held on tightly when he gripped the base of the plug, focusing on his crooning voice as he started to withdraw it.
When the widest part stretched her puckered opening, she whimpered at the intense sensation, so weak and emotional that she just wanted to curl against him and hide.
“Easy, baby. There you go. It’s out.”
She couldn’t ever remember feeling so vulnerable or needy, a feeling that intensified when Ace gently eased her head to his shoulder and gently removed the mask.
“There’s my good girl.”
The tenderness and love in his eyes, and in the smile she knew was reserved just for her, blurred, and sucking in a breath, she began to sob in earnest.
“There we go. Let it out, baby. I’ve got you.”
He rubbed her back as he carried her from the playroom to their bedroom and continued to the adjoining bathroom. “You came hard, didn’t you, baby?” His lips brushed her hair. “There’s a lot of fire in this little body.”
Instead of starting the shower as she’d expected, he lowered them both to the edge of the bathtub and started the water. “I know, baby. You gave so much. I’m so proud of you.”
Straddling him and slumped against his chest, Hope continued to sob, shaken at how weak and needy she felt. “I’m okay. Just l-leave m-me alone for a m-minute.”
She needed the time to come to grips with the emotions battling for supremacy inside her.
She’d given in to his demands, and into her own pleasure more than she ever had before.
He’d stripped her of all artifice, and the pride that kept her from giving in to his demands without a fight.
She’d been completely his.
She’d wanted nothing more than to give him everything she had—everything she was.
In return, he’d possessed her in ways she’d never allowed before.
She felt bare in a way she never had before.
The intimacy between them felt more intense than ever, fulfilling something deep inside her that she hadn’t completely understood.
He leaned her back slightly to dispose of his condom before gathering her close again. “You don’t really think I’m gonna do that, do you?”
Fighting back tears, she straightened and tried to push away from him, determined to get away from him until she could get herself under control. “Please. Just go take your shower.”
“No.” Rising to his feet again, he gathered her close and stepped into the tub. “A nice soak will do you good, and I’m gonna hold you.”
Hope knew that nothing she could say would change his mind, but as much as she wanted him to hold her as usual, she was scared of how much she needed him.
For the first time since she’d taken Ace as her lover, she wanted some time away from him—at least until she gathered her composure.
All the walls of pride had come tumbling down around her, and if she couldn’t erect them again, she would become too needy for him.
She hadn’t even suspected how it would feel to let go so completely.
The games had become real—too real—and she didn’t know how to handle it.
Chapter Fourteen
Leaning back in the tub with his wife draped over him, Ace continued to caress her, delighting in the feel of her soft, pliant nakedness against him.
She’d cried against his chest when he’d refused to release her and had finally settled, lying slumped against him for several minutes, barely moving.
Although he usually waited until she decided to talk about whatever bothered her, he knew that this time was different, and he needed to address it.
The slight shift in their relationship would leave her feeling unsettled, and it was his responsibility—his duty—to ease her fear and confusion.
Running one hand slowly up and down her side, Ace slid the other over her arm. “It was a little different this time, wasn’t it?”
Hope shrugged, keeping her face averted.
Sliding his hand down her arm to take her hand in his, Ace pressed his lips against her hair. “It was more intense than it’s ever been for us before. I demanded more, and you gave it.”
Needing to see her face, he urged her back against his shoulder, gripping her chin and lifting her face to look into her eyes. “For the first time, you didn’t think about putting up a front so I wouldn’t think you were weak. For the first time, you trusted me enough to let go.”
Smiling at the surprise in her eyes, he ran his thumb back and forth over her bottom lip. “For the first time, you trusted me enough to surrender so beautifully. I needed that from you more than I’d suspected—more than I even realized.”
Staring up at him, she lifted a hand, flattening it on his chest. “You did?”
“I did.” He pushed her damp hair back from her face, letting his fingers trail through it. “It’s been building between us since the beginning, but I knew you weren’t ready for it.”
Frowning, she sloshed water as she sat up and faced him. “I don’t understand. I acted like a wimp.”
Ace reached out to caress the outer curve of her breast. “That’s where you’re wrong.”
Sitting up, he held her chin again, staring into her eyes. “You were strong enough to let go. You’re stronger than you know. You let go of that tight grip on your pride. You didn’t care about anything except your connection to me. You didn’t worry about challenging me so that you could justify your response later by telling yourself that you’d asked for it and you’d only submitted because I’d done what you’d dared me to do.”
Stunned that her husband saw so much, and knew her so well, Hope sighed, her face burning. Defensive, she lifted her chin. “I thought I was giving you what you wanted.”
Wrapping his arms around her, Ace pulled her clos
e again, settling her against him. “You did—at least what you were capable of giving at the time. You’re stronger now.”
“That doesn’t make any sense.”
“You and I have discussed this before, but I don’t think you believe that it takes a very strong woman to surrender herself the way you just did.”
Using both hands to cup her face, Ace leaned forward and touched his lips to hers, nibbling lightly. “It also takes a lot of trust, and that goes both ways. With one word, you could have stopped everything. You trusted me to take care of you and trusted me enough to really let go. You didn’t care about putting up a front or disguising your submission as anything other than what it was. You didn’t play games. You just let yourself surrender to me. You made me crazy to have you.”
Pleased at his admission, she grinned up at him. “Really?”
“Really.” Cupping her breast, he ran his thumbs lightly over her nipples. “You were mine in ways that you’ve never really been mine before. You let me have a part of you that you’ve always held back from me.”
“I’m sorry.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry about. There hasn’t been a day since I made you mine that you haven’t delighted me. You might not realize it, but we’ve been moving toward this since the beginning. I knew you had the strength. You just didn’t have the confidence.”
“And now you think I do?”
“Oh, I know you do. You just submitted so beautifully, giving me everything I demanded.”
“And you think that makes me strong and confident?”
“I don’t think you understand, my sub.” He touched his lips to hers. “My lover.” He brushed his lips over hers again. “My wife. My baby.” He lifted his head to look down at her. “When you give yourself so freely, you challenge the Dominant in me in ways you can’t even imagine.”
“How do I challenge you? I did everything you wanted me to do. Hell, I even called you Master the entire time.” Her face burned again at the memory. “I was like a little pet or something.”
“You were beautiful. You turned yourself over to me, which gave me the opportunity to take care of you the way I’ve always wanted to. For the first time, I had all of you.”
