Dark Submissive (Dark Masters Book 2)

by Shana Vanterpool

  She didn’t appear to feel that way. Her gaze held nothing but heavy-lidded yearning and a bright shade of adoration. I soaked it up.

  My hand, still stinging from meeting her plump ass, settled on her waist. “You gave me a blow job,” I said, amazed.

  That was something I never thought I’d have again. Never even wanted. Until her bee stung lips wrapped around the tip of my cock and suddenly, I wanted it more than I wanted to come. She proved something to me. Something incredible and amazing. I could leave my past behind and walk into our future.

  She gave me a sultry smile. “You tasted so good.”

  My expression sobered. “Not again. At least not for a few days. Let me get used to it.”

  “Okay,” she promised, pressing a kiss to my lips. “I love the furniture. Especially this couch.”

  I had to admit the couch was growing on me. The décor was all wood and glass, offsetting the blue water of the Oregon Coast in the distance and the evergreen trees surrounding us. I wanted to make this house ours. What Miya didn’t know was that I had in fact bought it. Perhaps I should have checked with her. Or perhaps I was a man who finally knew what he wanted.

  Outside, the sun was setting. I picked us up and carried her with me out back on the deck. It was cut right in to the cliffside and offered an incredible view of the coast and the sun setting over the horizon. Right now, it was snowing. Angelic snowflakes drifted down on us as the sea churned gunmetal.

  “Tell me you don’t want this every morning.” I wrapped her naked body in my arms from behind. “Coffee on the deck. Fucking on it, too. Your hair hanging over the railing, your legs wrapped around my waist.”

  “Or breakfast with the kids on the deck,” she spun her own fantasies. “Sex in the bedroom like respectable parents.”

  I chuckled. “Right. For now, I still have you to myself. And we’re making love on this deck.”

  A shiver traveled down her spine and I carried her inside. We toured the house naked, hands clasped, like we were seeing it for the first time. The last time we’d been here, I’d had pain on my mind, and she’d had pleasure. We weren’t seeing much then. Now our eyes were wide open.

  “Let’s order in dinner,” she suggested.

  I ran out after putting my boxers on to get our luggage. We ordered a grocery service and Thai food on the side, settling on the sofa with a glass of wine for her and a chilled sparkling water for me. It was all very domestic. My monster tapped his fingers impatiently in the background, waiting for a chance to have his debut. I took the lead fucking role and watched Miya slurp Pad Thai noodles with abandon.

  “How’s your ass?”

  She peered over at me, eyes mirthful. “Perfectly sore.”

  Her hips wiggled, and her bare toes curled under her thigh. She sat cross-legged next to me on the sofa wearing a pair of dark pink panties and a white camisole. The patio doors were open, and the roar of the winter coast drifted inside.

  I had questions and fears on the tip of my tongue, wanting answers and relief. Things between us were still fragile. A step in the wrong direction could send her running. Or break us apart.

  I watched her intently, and the entire time I had to accept that nothing was amiss. Everything was different, but that didn’t mean anything was wrong. I was the problem. My entire life and heart had been handed over to this woman, and I had to trust her not to smash it.

  It was eye opening.

  I set my food down on the coffee table and made a mental note to thank the interior designer for taking over the decorating. I’d never care about throw pillows, and maybe Miya didn’t either, but somewhere along the fucking lines my life became throw pillows and takeout.

  “Finish eating,” I grumbled, getting to my feet. “I want inside of you again.”

  She peered up at me with a strange expression on her face. Softness, desire, and something deeper danced in her clear blue eyes. “I’m your fiancée,” she said, testing it out on her tongue.

  I looked at her, standing. “Yes. You are.”

  She beamed up at me, and my dick stirred at the sight of her blinding smile. “How insane is that?”

  I let my head drift to the left, studying her intently. “Insane probably isn’t the best way to describe our newly formed engagement.”

  She giggled. “Then what should we call it?”

  I leaned down and kissed her lips. She had a point. “Fucked up. Like us. Now do me a favor. Take your panties off and go out on the balcony.” Her pupils flared at my order and her lips parted; her sweet breath fanned across my lips. I wanted to keep kissing her, guzzle down her sweetness until there was nothing left. “I want you naked, wet, and your back to me. And let your hair back down. Go,” I urged, rising just in time to watch her scramble to her feet.

  She set her food down, grabbed the waistline on her panties, and then met my eyes as she dropped her little panties. She tossed her cami off, too, and then let her tresses fall down her back. Her beautiful ass, still enflamed from my strikes, sashayed toward the balcony.

  My little sweet monster was going to ruin me.

  She wanted rough sex. She wanted love. She wanted my cock deep inside of her. She also wanted to smile. I could give her those things. Plus, for all my self-healing, I still wanted to leave a hand print on her round ass and wrap my fingers around her throat as she moaned my fucking name.

  I went around the house, collecting items. I went out on the balcony, set the items down, and then pulled off my briefs. My cock sprang free, wanting to make up for lost time. A trail of clear juice ran down her thigh; she was so fucking turned on.

  She’d gone through hell to have this, and now I would give her heaven.

  “Your cunt’s dripping. Is that wet sugar for me?” I asked behind her, collecting her hair in my fist.

  “Mmm,” she groaned, her head falling back when I yanked on it. “I trust you so much. It’s such a turn on.”

  I pressed a kiss to her vein, and then I bit hard. She squirmed, pressing her ass against my cock. “I want in your ass next. No rest for your body. I’ve missed it too much.” I pressed a kiss to her lips, leaving them glistening with saliva and swollen.

  I stuck my hand between her thighs, running my finger up the trail of nectar seeping from her pussy. I could smell her lust in the air, knew she wanted me so deep inside of her we became one. I plunged two fingers into her tightness and worked myself to the hilt, massaging her inner walls. She dripped down my hand and wrist.

  So. Fucking. Ready.

  Unable to help myself, I slipped the swollen head of my cock between her slick folds and rammed myself into her. She cried out, her fingers digging into the railing. I pulled her back by her hair, and bit down on her chin, lapping at the slobber that seeped from her swollen lips. I fucked her mercilessly on the balcony, losing my control in seconds. I’d torture her later. After her cunt was full of my cum. “I love you,” I cooed.

  She mewled senselessly, her inner pussy muscles clamping down on my cock so forcefully, I felt precum shoot into her womb.

  “Tell me you love me, too,” I ordered, but I kissed her, so she couldn’t say it with words.

  Instead, her pussy began convulsing. So ready to come.

  “Don’t you dare fucking orgasm.” I let her hair go and tossed her head forward. “Hold onto the railing.” She did. “If you come, you’re going to have a raw ass for weeks, do you hear me? I’ll spank you every time you look at me like you’re hungry.”

  “Yes, Jaxon,” she purred.

  I spread her ass cheeks apart, still driving into her tight, swollen cunt, and then I slipped my thumb into her asshole. She groaned, and her pussy creamed all over my cock, making it easier to fill her with every long inch. I pumped my thumb into her hole, drilling into her, kissing and biting her back, licking at the bite marks—I lost my mind in the woman I loved.

  And she let me.

  Trusted me.

  I came with a roar, growling against her back as I emptied my balls into he
r.

  “Good girl,” I moaned, kissing between her shoulder blades. “You want to come?”

  She moaned, deep and throaty. “Please, Jaxon.”

  I pulled my cock out, jizz seeping from the tip, and watched as her thighs shone like a river as our mixture of nectar and sex dripped down to her knees.

  “Not yet. Turn around. Let me see you.”

  She rotated on her heels, stretching out across the deck railing like the temptress she was. I walked over and plucked a few of the items I’d gathered up. Her eyes widened when she saw them, and then a slow, erotic grin lit up her face.

  “I spent two years away from you, Jaxon, and it’s sick how unalive I felt that whole time. Right now, wet and wanting, I am living. You can do anything you want to me.”

  I approached her. I tied one wrist to the railing with a pair of black lace panties. I tied the other wrist with a pair of red lace panties. I stooped down, my nose so close to her cunt I could smell her want. I affixed both ankles with similar colored panties on either side. She was black, red, and breathing hard.

  “Never leave me. I won’t last again if you do. I won’t be able to live without you.” I peered up at her on my knees. “That’s just the way it is, Miya. I can’t live without you.”

  “You won’t have t—” she began to say.

  I cut her off by spanking her inner thigh. With a sharp hiss, she snapped her lips closed. “It’s not a matter of not having to. It’s about living every moment being afraid of losing you.” I kissed the spot I spanked. “I’m going to spend the rest of our lives giving you reasons to stay. Starting now.” I rose and grabbed the last of her panties I scooped up. I balled them in my fist. “You’re going to keep these panties in your sweet little mouth. Do not speak. Don’t make a sound. You know the rules, don’t you? Every sound you make will result in pain. Every time you keep quiet, you’ll feel good.” Normally, I’d cram the wadded-up lace fabric in her mouth without her say-so. But we were a team now. It was up to her. “Is that good with you?”

  Her head bobbed mechanically, and she opened her mouth.

  The sight of her so willing did strange and dirty things to me. I stuffed the panties she’d worn all day into her mouth. “You’ll need them to bite down on, anyway,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to her cheek when her eyes widened.

  The Oregon coast was stretched out before me. A churning mess of gray and blue. The sky was the color of coal and smoke, this deep gray that made all the color in and on Miya pop out.

  “I want this every day,” I told her, meaning every single word. “Take out on the couch, and then you bound and gagged on this deck. The bad and the good. We have to find a balance and never go too far into either again.”

  She nodded.

  I picked up my belt and fastened the ends together. Then I fisted the end and drug it over her breasts, across her nipples, and between her tits. She watched the movement of the black leather belt in a trance.

  The moment I introduced pain into her life, she took it. It was in her now the way it was in me. But the moment she entered my life, she also brought love. It was in me now the way it was in her. We were love and pain, and all the twisted amazing things in-between were now ours.

  I struck her across her tits, heavy with desire. She arched against the railing but did not make a sound. Good girl, I thought, impressed. I kissed her lips, wider thanks to the panties in her mouth. “You’re making me proud.”

  She soaked up my praise, opening up like a newly budded rose.

  “I’m going to rub your little pink clit for five seconds. You’re not to come. Just feel the good. Okay?”

  She nodded.

  I delved my fingers between her pussy lips and immediately found her swollen clit. I rubbed the hard nub in circles. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her chest rose and fell.

  “Feel good?” I asked, wanting to suckle on her clit. This was about her, though. Not me.

  She didn’t answer.

  “So well behaved.”

  I pulled my fingers free and her chin fell down, showing me her lust-crazed eyes.

  I took the edge of the belt and brought it close to her face, trailing it over her flushed cheeks. “This is going to hurt,” I warmed.

  Her pussy leaked.

  I sent the belt onto her shoulder. She bit down on her panties but didn’t make a sound. Pleased, I rubbed her clit again, soaking up her pleasure like a sieve. I stooped down and spread her legs apart. My cum and her want made her mound slick. “I’m going to spank your clit next. Do. Not. Make. A. Sound. Do you hear me, my sweet monster?”

  I took the edge of the belt, pinched it between my fingers, and then I spread her cunt apart with my thumb and index finger, baring her clit to me. I stroked it for a second with the end of the belt, and then I slapped her nub with the leather.

  She flinched, and a small sound escaped her lips.

  I clucked under my breath. “I’m going to spank your clit until you keep your mouth closed. That can take all night, or all day. Come, and you’ll regret it, baby.”

  I stroked her clit again. She tried, I could feel her tensing, but she made another sound. I leaned down and kissed her clit, and then I sent my hand down, spanking it hard. She growled, slobber coating her chin. I spanked her clit harder, this time with my palm. She bowed like she was possessed, and she screamed. I’d lost her. She’d never quiet down. And since we weren’t Dom and sub anymore, I helped her out.

  “I’ll count to three. I’ll spank you then. Keep quiet.”

  She looked down at me, crazed in a way that made my cock ache.

  I let her watch me. I blew on her clit, watching her hole clench. And then I started counting a moment before I sent my hand firmly against her clit. She didn’t make a sound.

  I rewarded her; I dropped the belt. I spread her pussy apart, and then I sucked onto her tender swollen clit. She moaned, loud and guttural. I thought she had enough, and broke my own rules, sucking on her clit until she convulsed and she rose onto her tiptoes. Her nectar seeped from her pussy. I cleaned her thighs, taking my time leaving them glistening of only my tongue. I moved on to her mound and cleaned every inch of her pussy until she was pink and shining.

  I untied her.

  Then I got down on one knee, retrieved the ring box I’d brought with me, and waited for her to look at me as I slid the ring onto her left hand.

  “Be mine, my sweet girl, forever.”

  In response, she fell to her knees, body weak and sated. “Yes,” she whispered, spent in my arms.

  The diamond was pink. Like the rose she was.

  I positioned her body just so, and then I brought her down on top of me, until every inch I had was buried deep into her cunt. She could hardly keep up, mewling into the crevice on my shoulder and neck. I fucked her as hard as I could anyway, wanting her to mold around me, shape her heart and body to take me, fit me, and want me. Her fingers threaded in my hair. Her hips came to meet mine.

  We fucked the other as hard as we could. Our bodies slammed into each other. We were both slick and dripping. Snow began to fall on us, but still, we kept up. The flakes melted on our skin, mixing with our sweat.

  “Let’s elope,” she mumbled, after we’d both came, collapsing in the deck.

  “Really?”

  “No one to have a wedding for. It’s just us.”

  She didn’t sound sad saying that, not the way I thought she should be. But I wasn’t sad either. She was all I needed.

  “Okay,” I whispered back. “If we ever get off this deck.”

  She giggled tiredly and snuggled into me. “Let’s sleep out here.”

  “You’ll freeze.”

  “You’re warm,” she argued, tucking her head under my chin.

  I wrapped my arms around her, my legs too, and held her until she passed out. And then I got up and carried her into the master bedroom. I cleaned up the deck, the Thai food, and then I crawled into bed beside her. The moon shone on her face as she slept sou
ndly.

  A moment before I succumbed to sleep, I drug my knuckles down her cheek to rest on her neck, finding severe peace in its strong, perfect pounding.

  4. – Miya

  The first thing I saw when I woke up early the next morning—the rising sun bled into the room through the huge bay window—was the pink diamond ring on my finger shimmering in the sun.

  I sat up and studied it. A surge of love went through me so quickly, I nearly combusted right there. Exploded in a fit of pink rose petals and rained down on Jaxon’s sleeping body. I loved it. That ring was a trophy at the end of a long, grueling and beautiful war. I lifted my hand in the sunlight, and my breath caught at the shards of light emanating from the pink diamond.

  The second thing I noticed, was the band of discoloring on that same wrist from being bound and licked senselessly the night before.

  I smiled, dazzlingly, down at my ring, at the bruise. That was my life. Just enough of both to make me happy. It was all I ever wanted from him.

  I leaned over and kissed his sleeping cheek. I lay on my side and studied him, the inky strands of his hair. The curve of his top lip covered with a small sexy layer of stubble. His hard jaw led down to his long strong throat. His naked chest was chiseled, and his abs were defined and hard. I licked my lips at the sight of the V’s digging hard into his lower abdomen. His cock was flaccid, but beautiful. I leaned over and kissed his penis, watching his face anxiously.

  I took the head of his cock into my mouth and sucked gently on his smooth taut flesh, watching his length come alive. He groaned above me and shifted, flinging his arm above his head.

  “No,” he begged quietly, sounding childish. “Please,” he whimpered.

  I pulled back sharply and studied his face. Was my sucking his cock giving him nightmares? Horrified, I sat back and covered my face in my hands, watching his eyes squeeze shut and his mouth open.

  He flinched in his nightmare like he’d been hit. Or shut up. He didn’t say another word and the furrow between his brows weighed down.

  Our happiness did not come without setbacks.