He dropped back behind her and she let out a sound of bliss as he guided himself into her pussy, flesh to flesh. His cock made a slow, irrevocable invasion into a very tight space, thanks to the rope holding her legs closed. He wrapped his arms around her again, whispered against her ear. “Did you call him Master?”
“No, not like this. I did, as a joke…on a bet…” Then she lost the explanation, boiling it down to what was important. “No, Master. I didn’t. You’re the first.”
“Good answer. This one’s just for me, darlin’. To mark you as mine.” He let her feel the power of his body as he took what he wanted, thrusting into her pussy, hands holding her so securely she was little more than a helpless doll in his hands. He’d said this one was just for him, and he meant it, because at that angle, her clit was frustratingly out of reach. Her hands were tied to her thighs in a way she might be able to dip her fingers in between, place them against herself, but she wanted this to be all for him, too. She embraced that sense of being his. Pleasuring him as he denied her, made her wait and want to the point she perversely was ready to tear him apart to get to that peak. But he’d tied her, denying her that as well.
He came with a guttural noise, biting her neck again as he gripped her breast with a deliberately rougher touch, pinching the nipple hard enough to wrest a cry from her lips. She’d have bruises and bite marks tomorrow, and she’d get aroused from seeing them on her skin. Then he proved he wasn’t a selfish bastard, not entirely, because he slid his fingers up between her legs, laid them against her clit and started making feather-like movements that had her wiggling and straining.
“That’s it, darlin’. Show me how much you want it. Rub yourself against me, squeeze down on my cock.”
She came in a bare instant, a shudder of sensation that she was fairly sure he kept less intense from the last time because he wanted her reaching and wanting more.
The night was only half over, after all.
Regardless, that climax left her weak as dishwater, and she suspected he was feeling some of the effects as well, if his satisfied grunt mixed with a groan were any indication. He removed the tether holding the collar, unwound the ropes around her. This time she stayed where he put her. When he withdrew from her cunt and turned her, he let her sprawl over his chest, his arm securely around her back.
“Good girl,” he murmured, giving her that tiny thrill. She didn’t question why it felt so good to hear those words, the inner child bullshit psychobabble. She was too tired to be intellectual, too easy with the moment to analyze, too sated and mindless to promise herself to do it later. Time began and ended in this room. He stroked her, turning on his hip so he put both arms around her, held her close inside that cavern formed by his body, surrounding her with heat.
“We’re going to that wedding together,” he said at last. His voice rumbled through his chest like distant thunder, vibrating against her cheek.
“Maybe.” She smiled as his arms tightened and he tapped her ass, a warning and a promise.
“I still owe you…twice?” She was shy about saying that, too—giving head, blow job, no real romantic way to put it—but it unfolded in her mind in graphic detail. Her on her knees, lips wrapped around his cock as he held her hair and thrust in with singular male demand. She wanted his rougher side. Not right now, when she had zero energy, but later. Definitely.
“Not yet, darlin’. You still have a lot of shit boiling up in you. I’m not going to risk getting bitten. You’re not going to get out of having to wear a ring gag for that. Do it the hard way first so you’ll know what’s waiting for you if you misbehave in the future. I’ve got one with a nice big ring to fit my cock. It’ll make your jaw ache. Maybe keep you blissfully silent for a day or two.”
She tried to kick at him, wiggle away, but it was halfhearted and he held her secure, chuckling so she didn’t know if he was kidding or not, about any of it. He proved he wasn’t near as depleted as she’d expected, because he rolled her to her back, pressed her down into the mattress as he kissed her with leisurely thoroughness, moving his hips so he stroked his cock against her clit and pussy in slow circles, giving her simple pleasure in their aftermath and a hint of future plans. As his tongue swept into her mouth, his lips moving on hers with a firm demand that made everything whirl away, even her immediate resistance, her arms slid around him. She held on as if she’d slide off the curved side of the world if he wasn’t holding her.
She lifted her legs, twined them around his hips, rubbed her heels over his muscular ass and upper thighs. As he drew out the kiss, her fingers curved, short nails biting into his shoulders, and then she let out a breathy sigh as he broke the kiss to curl his hands in her hair, turn her cheek to the pillow as he nuzzled her throat, nipped and kissed, suckled that sensitive area.
“Can’t get enough of you,” he muttered.
The feeling was mutual. She wanted to touch and taste, and he hadn’t let her do much of either. Not that she was complaining about the things he did to her, but it was like smelling cake fresh out of the oven without ever being given the chance to taste it.
She ran her fingers up his arms, learning the shape of his biceps, the slope of forearm, inhaling his scent up close and personal, turning her head to rub her cheek against his arm. He moved down to her breasts, began to explore them with his mouth, closing over a nipple to suckle. She hummed with pleasure. Her hand moved to his neck, his head, fingers sliding over his short-cropped hair, learning the texture and feel of him. He had a sexual confidence that showed he knew how to arouse a woman, over and over, take her to peak, satisfy her. But he also had the hunger of a demanding Dom, and she responded to it, lifting her whole body to his touch, his desires.
Her fears and worries were so far away, in another world entirely. He must have sensed it as well, because as his cock started to revive once more, he lifted his head, gazed down at her with lust and calculation.
“Fuck it, I’ll live dangerously,” he decided. He shifted off of her, but he didn’t put her on the floor on her knees as expected. Instead, he rolled to his back, his head toward the foot of the bed, and put his hand on her hip, shifting her over and onto him. The first time she went down on him he intended to have his mouth between her legs as well. She tried to help, but it was mainly his strength that moved them both into the right position, her stretched out on top of him, him guiding her knees past his shoulders until his mouth grazed her cunt, his arms banding hard around her hips and ass.
“Suck me, darlin’,” he ordered. And then he started eating her pussy as if he had all the time and energy in the world to bring her to the brink of insanity again.
Her tissues were so sensitive, but the feel of his mouth there had her working herself against him, lifting and lowering her hips so he was stroking her with his tongue in a rhythm that made it difficult to focus. But as much pleasure as he could bring her there, she wasn’t wasting her first opportunity to serve her Master in such a basic way.
It gave her pause, how quickly her subconscious embraced the idea of him as her Master. She curled her hands around the base of his cock, and slid her lips over the broad head, tasting herself on his flesh as well as his semen. Semen he’d shot inside her, that was drying on her inner thighs, that he was teasing with his tongue when he wasn’t thrusting it inside her or playing it over her clit. That iron hold he had on her hips was quickly making the sensations intense and overwhelming. She had to work all the harder to take her time, take him in, slide him into the cavern of her mouth, as far as she could take him. What she couldn’t take she gripped to stroke and pump him into her mouth, thrilled at the hardening, the twitch of that massive organ that said her efforts were making him bigger. Her other fingers stretched out, caressed his testicles.
She groaned as another lightning bolt of sensation shot between her legs, thanks to his ministrations. She took him deeper, worked over him more intensely as well, fingers slick with her saliva and with the pre-come she tasted from the tip when she worried h
er tongue in that opening. His hips lifted, thrusting deep, and she fought her gag reflex, not wanting him to be any less forceful. When she accidentally scored him with her teeth, she jumped as he gave her a stinging slap on her wiggling ass. Then she let out another needy sound as he dipped his thumb into her cunt, working it around until it was slick, and then gripped her ass anew, shoving that thumb into her rectum.
“Ahh….” Now she simply attacked him the way her desire dictated, lips sliding up and down his fully erect length, the shaft glistening from her agile tongue. She gripped his balls again, holding, stroking and rolling them in her palm, her thumb sliding beneath to tease the perineum. He was like a powerful rodeo bull, she thought, the way he bucked up into her mouth, the way his muscular body rolled and rippled beneath hers.
He was going to make her come, but she wanted to give him pleasure first. “Master…” she gasped. “Please…I want you to come first. Please…”
It was essential, important. His voice was a growl, vibrating against her wet flesh. “You want to serve your Master before your own pleasure?”
“Yes. Please.”
“I’ll think about it.” She bit back an animal cry as he worked that thumb inside of her ass. Now he was keeping his mouth off his pussy, though she could feel his measured breath. It didn’t help her self-control at all to visualize his position, his face inches away from her wet pussy as he watched it get slicker for him.
“Please…” She had her mouth on him, over him, but he understood the garbled plea well enough.
“All right. Serve your Master.”
She obeyed, resuming the ascending and descending motion as she sucked him in, dragged her mouth along his length, licked and teased, stroked his testicles. She clasped her hand around him, gliding along velvet steel. She rode his movements as he thrust his hips upward, taking himself deeper, faster as she moved to accommodate him. He held on to her hips, kept his thumb slowly moving inside her, a sensual torment, especially when he occasionally passed an idle finger over her labia, just an easy rub that kept spirals of sensation coiling in her lower belly. His breath was getting rougher. Now he started to spank her again, random, hard blows, as if he were driving her onward. Then he was past such coordination and gripped her hips in bruising hands, held her fast as his cock began to pulse toward climax.
“Fuck, yeah. Suck me harder, darlin’. I want your jaw aching.”
She obeyed with fierce pleasure, and was rewarded for it. She savored the first jet into the back of her throat, his rough undulations into her mouth, the hiss and curse as he released, pumping his seed into her mouth. She worked her ass off to swallow him down, loving the way he shoved into her mouth without care now, all demanding male animal.
At last, he reached down, put his hand flat on her back, a mute command to cease. She drew off of him slowly, cleaning him with her tongue to draw out the experience, and then she laid her head on his thigh, staying there because he kept holding her. When he turned his mouth back to her pussy, it took no more than a couple slow circling strokes with his tongue to send another orgasm ripping through her. He held her fast as she writhed and squealed, his mouth working her, sucking her juices. During the climax she put her mouth over him again, just wanting to hold him there as she came. She stayed that way in the aftermath, panting against him as he softened. She drew off of him reluctantly, hand still curled around his base, knuckles resting in the damp nest of his testicles. She put the tip of his cock to her lips, teasing the slit with her tongue, working around the corona. She owed him once more, and she wanted to let him know she was ready at any time. She wanted to do it.
Another replete male groan came from between her legs, making her smile. Despite her protest, he turned them once more. This time he dropped a pillow on the floor and then eased her down to it on her knees. He sat up on the bed, keeping her between his splayed thighs, guiding her so her head lay on his inner thigh. His firm pressure on it kept it there and the way he slid his fingers beneath the buckled back of the collar trapped her mind in a slow spin.
“Keep your eyes on the floor, sub. You just sit there while your Master recovers. You’re trying to kill him.”
“You set the number at six,” she reminded him, smiling as she focused on his bare foot. Reaching out, she slid her fingers over his toes, traced the bones to his ankle. “You don’t have to prove anything to me, you know. Most men overestimate their sexual stamina.”
Though privately she had no doubt he’d summon an erection for that sixth time. Nerves between her legs twitched in anticipation of it.
He chuckled, tugged her hair. “You little bitch. That was a gauntlet if ever I heard one.”
“I think your masculine pride will remain intact. My blog will say: ‘Regardless of a shortfall of erections, Sergeant Leland Keller did rock my world with half a dozen orgasms. So all in all, the night wasn’t a complete letdown.’”
“Let me go get that ring gag.” He started to stand up, and she wrapped her arms around his leg.
“No, no, no. I’ll print a retraction.”
“Yeah, on page twenty behind the obituaries and car ads.” But he sat back down.
She laid her head back on his thigh. Drawing a breath, she let it out slow. Wow. She was starting to tire. She’d probably need another massage to get out of bed tomorrow. His bed.
It was already past midnight, and he’d told her she was staying here tonight. Though it gave her some uneasiness, she didn’t have the willpower to cater to her insecurities. He was stroking her hair. Tender, easy.
“That night with Ben,” she said slowly. “He gave me a lot of pain the way you did tonight. Why does that help?”
“Because when I treat you gentle, it opens up scary things inside you. Things you’re afraid to want. You need to be angry, need the pain. But the pain brings you back to this point, where you can be held and I can be gentle with you. Gives you those things you’re afraid to want. You’re like a tide, darlin’. Keep your eyes down.”
She’d been about to lift her head and expected she’d telegraphed it through tension in her neck. She’d forgotten. She kept her eyes on his foot.
“You asked about the wrong kind of bratting earlier,” he continued. “When you demand pain and punishment with your rage, you’re really wanting the opposite, but you need to reach it through the pain and rage.” He curled a lock of her hair around his fingers. “That first time, after your punishment, you shot right through subspace, bounced down into subdrop and went right back to bratting. That’s hard on you emotionally and physically. It broke my heart not to give you the aftercare you really needed then.”
He had an uncanny way of pulling thoughts out of her mind, giving them clarity. She bit her lip. “I couldn’t.”
“I know. And that’s okay, darlin’. It’s all okay. I’m here.”
“What do you want, Leland? Truthfully.” Tightening her arms around his leg, she pressed her forehead a little harder against his thigh and lied. “It won’t hurt me if I’m not it. I just want to know who you are. What you want.”
He leaned over, his lips to the top of her head as he wound his arms around her. She curled her hands over his forearm, burrowed her face into his chest and shoulder as he spoke against her hair.
“I want a very special kind of submissive. She might use her claws to tear me apart, but each time she’s done with that, she’ll know she can be the kitten she really is with me. She knows I'll be her port, the place she can trust to keep every fear, pain and ugly feeling safe, keep her safe. It doesn't matter how often she scratches and bites. She'll know when I look at her, I see the kitten with all the rest, her vulnerable heart. I'll always treat that kitten gentle, even when everything else she is needs the rougher stuff.”
She was glad she had hold of his leg, because her world just dropped away beneath her. She closed her eyes to stave off the vertigo. “Leland…”
“Be quiet now. Just hold on to me.”
Chapter Nine
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�d kept her on her knees on the floor, talking of this and that. Sliding his finger into the D-ring on the collar, he’d idly played with it, giving her little tugs, reminding her of what it meant. Eventually, he told her to go get them both a beer. Made her walk naked to the fridge and back, the chill in the front room peaking her nipples. When she returned, he took the beer from her, set it on the night table and then pulled her down over his lap to run his hands over her ass, see how the marks he’d put on her were doing. He refreshed them with a few more healthy slaps of his broad palm, commanding her to keep her knees spread, her toes straining for purchase on the floor. He had her yelping when he put the ice-cold beer against her sore ass and between her legs, ordering her to shut her legs tight over the glass bottle until she was begging him to take it away because the cold had become painful.
Chuckling—the sadist—he put her on her knees again, in front of his once again erect cock, and had her suck him off that one last time. When it was over, she was amazed to find herself vibrating with need, despite being exhausted, physically and mentally. But Leland told her it was bedtime and she didn’t disagree. Scooping her up, he took her to the bathroom door, politely giving her the chance to answer nature’s call. It oddly touched her when she emerged and found him still there. He carried her back to the bed, despite the short distance between the two points.
He put her down, tucked her in and slid in behind her, curling around her. Reaching over her hip, he slid his fingers down between her legs and began to stroke, slow and leisurely, but with obvious intent. Her body hummed, even as she tightened her legs, thinking she couldn’t possibly make that climb one more time.
“Denying your Master, darlin’?”
His other hand settled around her throat and tipped her head back onto his shoulder, an inexorable hold that raked fingers of desire down her weak body. Her thighs loosened, no thought needed. He made a noise of approval and brought her to that climax in a way that reminded her of a slow, rich spiral of caramel winding its way around her. She clung to his arm, keening out her pleasure as he worked her through it.
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