Beck And Call

by Abby Gordon

  Keith smiled as he pulled the vibrator from her pussy and saw the juices clinging to it. His cock was more than ready to plunge into her and she was so wet that he practically slipped inside of her. Now, he thought, for a surprise. Reaching to his right, he picked up the thumb-sized vibrator and held it to her clit. Her body jerked and she writhed as he held it firmly.

  It was hard, having his cock inside her but not fucking her. After a week of being so sure she wouldn't want anything to do with him, of wanting nothing more than to bulldoze his way through everything that stood between them, he wanted only to lose himself in her sweet heat. And he would. He would have a lifetime of her sensual sweetness. But not tonight. Tonight was about her. Tonight was to ensure she knew she came first. She would know by sunrise that nothing else mattered in his life. She'd been through so much because he hadn't thought things all the way through. Her earlier words hurt, but he understood her pain. He just hoped she understood his need for deception when she knew the truth.

  The whimpers from behind the gag grew more frantic as perspiration appeared on her skin. He felt her pussy tighten around him. He pressed the vibrator harder and she arched up off the bed. Her orgasmic cry was audible and he was glad he'd put the gag in.

  "That's my sweet submissive,” he smiled.

  Serena told herself to relax. This was what she'd read about. As a submissive should, she had followed his directions and been ready for him. She trusted her dominant to take care of her sexual needs and all she had to do was let him. Taking a deep breath, she put herself fully in his hands. She hadn't thought she could find all her dreams in one man. Until he touched her. Until he talked about the future. Okay, so she had no clue as to what that future might mean to him, but there were a few important details in his words. He didn't want other men to see her naked. Her hands might be restrained, but he would protect her. He would keep private the most intimate parts—her orgasms, him fucking her, her punishments—those would be just between them.

  She felt the heat spreading through her body and her pussy clench around his cock. Dammit! How could he stay so still? He wanted her. That much she figured out because he still felt hard as steel inside her, so maybe she could do something. She moaned around the ball and felt her pelvis tilt up. Her pussy tightened. When he increased the pressure, she exploded.

  With a sigh, she let the euphoria fill her body.

  His upper body lifted and his hands removed the clamps. She gasped as the blood rushed unrestricted and her nipples throbbed with delicious pain that nearly had her orgasming again. With a quick flick of his wrist, he pulled the gag from her mouth. She gasped for air. Between the orgasm and the way her nipples felt, she would swear she'd never breathe normally again.

  His hips lifted and pulled his cock nearly out.

  "Who do you belong to?"

  "You,” she moaned, feeling the tip of his cock. “Just you, Master."

  "Oh, yes,” he agreed, sliding further into her heat. “Hot, wet, and, God, so sweet and tight."

  He lowered his head and captured her mouth. He devoured her. His tongue swept through her mouth, tangled with her tongue and tugged on it until she moaned under him. Following the line of her delicate jaw, he nibbled the tender skin until he reached the pulse that throbbed at the top of her neck.

  "I don't think I've put a hickey on anyone since high school,” he murmured. “But you are so absolutely delicious I can't resist. Besides,” he swirled his tongue in the hollow of her collarbone. “If some idiot doesn't understand the collar, he'll have the sense to leave you alone when I've marked you."

  A gurgle of laughter bubbled from her throat.

  "Is that why guys do that?” she asked.

  "Yes,” he frowned down at her. “How many boyfriends have—"

  "Master, I've only been in two somewhat serious relationships.” She shook her head, smiling softly. “I told you about them. No one has ever...um..."

  He was fascinated by the blush covering her face and making its way south to turn her breasts a delightful rosy hue.

  "What? What has no one ever done?"

  "Wanted me as much as you,” she answered. “Made me feel the way you do."

  "Which is?"

  "Desired. Wanted. Treasured. Protected."

  "I didn't do a very good job of that last week,” he muttered.

  "No one could have known Mark would react that way,” she protested. “If anything, I was worried about Duncan or one of the others going after Debbie. She started the whole thing.” She smiled. “Oh, Master, you should have seen her. She didn't want to tell Keith anything. I won't tell you what she was wearing, but it was slightly better than what she had on when I went to their apartment that morning. She was so brave."

  "Like you,” he whispered. “I heard how you fought back when Mark attacked you."

  "I had to,” she managed, fear tingeing her voice. “I... I was terrified, but all the self-defense tricks my brothers and cousins taught me kicked in and—"

  "Shh, sweetheart,” he murmured, cradling her trembling body close.

  "I should have known better,” she whispered. “I didn't even look to see who was at the door. And when he tore my shirt, all I could think was that he couldn't touch me. Not after you had."

  He understood her hesitation and unspoken question. It was something Dr. Gordon had warned him about. Women who had been raped or nearly raped often blamed themselves for the attack, and worried their significant others wouldn't want them after having been attacked in such a manner.

  "Sweetheart, what he wanted to do would never have come between us. Him attacking you, whether he managed to rape you or not, would not have changed how I desire you.” He traced her cheekbone. “If anything, I'm surprised you're not pissed at Keith for not anticipating such a thing. Or me for not protecting you."

  "What?” He saw her jaw slacken in surprise. “Why would I be angry at Keith? Or you?” She shook her head. “No, Master. I opened the door without looking. He didn't succeed because of Claire and Debbie. They were coming back from kickboxing class and heard me. They saved me."

  "Remind me tomorrow to order them both a dozen red roses,” he smiled, before kissing his way across her face. Her lips pursed slightly and she turned her head. “You want something, sweetheart?"

  "You,” she whispered. “Please, Master. He...” she swallowed. “Could you touch me all over? Wipe his touch completely from my mind? Fill me up so much that he's just a very bad, barely remembered dream?"

  "Oh, sweetheart,” he groaned, feeling emotions he was just starting to recognize for what they were. “Yes. You're mine. All mine. No one else, sweetheart,” he grunted as he buried his cock fully into her wet heat. “I've a possessive streak in me. I won't share you. I do hope that meets with your approval."

  "Yes,” she nodded, smiling. “I think you're man enough to handle me."

  He paused and chuckled. That was all Serena. His Serena.

  "Feisty, are you?"

  "Just a little,” she shrugged.

  "That's all right,” he decided, his mouth at her neck. “A little spice in life is good. God knows having a woman in bed without a mind of her own would bore the hell out of me.” His mouth hovered over hers. “Just remember who is in charge."

  "Of course, Master,” she smiled up at him. “In-box."

  His mouth covered hers, his tongue stabbing through her lips and claiming her heat. And he claimed her body. His hips pistoned up and down. Spread-eagled under him, Serena could only receive him. She wanted desperately to touch him. To wrap her arms and legs around him. But she could do nothing.

  He wanted her to do nothing. It was all him as he pounded into her and withdrew. Harder and faster. As if nothing else was as important as fucking her until they were both exhausted. Until neither of them could move.

  "Master!” she whimpered, feeling her orgasm building. “May I come?"

  "Not yet,” he grunted, pulling nearly completely out of her.

  "Please!"

/>   "Not yet,” he repeated, slamming back into her.

  Twice more and she was trembling from her fingertips to her toes in her effort to hold back.

  "Master,” she sobbed in need.

  "Now,” he told her, pulling out. “Now!"

  He drove back into her and felt her muscles clench around him. And lost himself in her. Groaning as his cock pulsed, he collapsed on her.

  "Oh, Serena, it gets better each time,” he murmured, nuzzling her sweaty neck.

  "Yes,” she sighed.

  Releasing her cuffs from the restraints, he held her as they rested.

  "Master? Where were—"

  "No questions,” he covered her mouth with a quick hand. “You will have every question answered tomorrow. I promise, Serena.” His hand drifted over her body. “I know it's been difficult for you.” His mouth nuzzled her throat, kissing the bruises. “Things happened I never anticipated. God, it nearly killed me when I found out what had happened. I am doing everything I can to make sure Hammond pays for what he did. Don't ask,” he reminded her, as her mouth opened. “I mean it. You will have all your answers tomorrow.” He gathered her to him. “What do you want most in the world?"

  "I think I have it all right now,” she whispered. “Except for your name."

  He chuckled, nipping her ear.

  "Nice try. Can I guess?” he asked. “Perhaps a man devoted to you, putting you first and encouraging you to explore your dreams and grow as a woman.” His hand covered her stomach. “A family. If you want to keep working you can, but if you want, you can do something else."

  "Like what?"

  "No questions,” he teased.

  "No fair,” she complained, laughing softly. “You can't say something like that and not expect me to ask questions.” She covered his hand with hers. “Do you really mean all that? You really want me like that?"

  He shifted their positions so she was on her back, her head pillowed on a muscular bicep. His fingers traced her jaw.

  "Yes, sweetheart,” he replied, his voice full of tenderness. His woman. He wanted her—body, heart, and mind. “I really want you like that. I promise, tomorrow you will have all the answers. Trust me?"

  The smile on her face was all he needed.

  "Rest a little, sweetheart,” he whispered.

  Safe in his arms, Serena fell into a deep sleep. Gradually she became aware of hands stroking her body in long sweeps. What brought her from the edge of sleep to wakefulness was the hard cock pulsing between her thighs.

  "Master?” she murmured, reaching for him.

  She felt the broad chest tighten as she stroked the velvety steel. His breath quickened and she could feel the heat rising in him. Emboldened, she moved her hand. His swift inhalation when she touched the balls beneath his cock created a counter-move in her own body. To her surprise, she felt her pussy pulse. With a hungry moan, she began exploring. Giving in to something that had kept her awake at nights, she pressed kisses against the strong column of his throat before working her way to his chest. His skin was slightly salty and all male. She kissed along his left side to his hip. To her surprise, he twitched when she reached the small hollow leading to his pelvis. It gave her a delightfully erotic idea.

  "Master?"

  "Mmm?"

  "Can a woman put her mark on a man?"

  "What?"

  Before he could stop her, she began sucking on the spot full of nerves. When his body jerked in response, her hands soothed him. Slightly.

  "You taste so good,” she murmured. “I've never tasted a man before, never knew how wonderful it was.” Her tongue flicked out. Her hand returned to his cock and stroked as her mouth worked the skin at his hip. “Delicious,” she sighed.

  Keith closed his eyes. He couldn't remember a woman ever exploring his body the way Serena was. Her focus was entirely on him. The dom in him pondered the wisdom of letting his sub be so free with his body. What if she took such liberties all the time? The man in him was enthusiastic about that. Especially if...Serena's hot mouth left his hip and spread a fire along the inside of his thigh. Her talented fingers lightly stroked his other leg then gently cupped his balls. His cock jerked and he groaned. If she wanted to explore his body every night, he wouldn't have a problem with it. But she would know who was in charge. He reached down and threaded his fingers through her silky blond tresses.

  "Serena,” he whispered, pulling her head from his body.

  "What do you want me to do?” she asked.

  Pulling her off the bed and onto her knees, he clipped the wrist cuffs together at the small of her back and stood before her. At his quiet words, she opened her mouth and received his cock.

  Serena moaned as his thickness filled her mouth. The first drops from his cock slipped down her throat and she tried to press closer to get even more of him.

  "Take me, Serena,” he urged. “Come on, baby."

  Keith couldn't remember the last time he lost it in a woman's throat. He did now. No other woman had caressed him or kissed him with such an innocent sensuality. He would have done anything for her before, but now, he knew he would never, ever, need or want another woman in his life. With a long, drawn-out groan, he arched back and poured himself into her. His grip on her head brought her off her knees. Off balance, dependent on him not to crash to the floor, she kept sucking him.

  "Oh, God,” he gasped.

  Drained, he lifted her to the bed and collapsed next to her. Unhooking her cuffs, he drew her close to his chest and they slept.

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  Chapter Eleven

  The alarm clock went off and Serena groaned.

  She reached over to hit the snooze and felt paper beneath her hand. Surprised enough to open her eyes, she stretched up to turn the light on and saw the note. Seeing that it was typed, she smiled.

  Sweet Serena, wear what is in the bathroom. I will find you today when and where you least expect me and claim you so every other man knows you are mine. Last night was only the first of the rest of our lives.

  Master

  Serena read it three times before the words sank in.

  Oh, my God, she breathed.

  He was serious. He wanted her. Publicly. Permanently.

  She curled up and hugged her knees with the note held carefully in her hand. This she was keeping as a memory of the start of her life with...oh, my God, she groaned. She didn't even know his name.

  With a slight smile, she wondered just what he had in mind. It really sounded like he intended their relationship to be a public one. Idly, she wondered if he knew Keith. Were they friends? Business rivals? Enemies since they'd attended the same exclusive private school?

  It didn't matter, she realized. She would have to resign. Today.

  It was time to move on. She knew what kind of women Keith preferred—the socialite/debutantes she had teased him about. Granted, he was rarely with the same woman twice, but she'd never seen him with any other type. And she was as far from that type as one could get. Keith would never see her as more than his executive assistant. She frowned. Obviously Master was in the same echelon, but most certainly considered her as more than an assistant. But that didn't make sense if he worked in the same company. As far as she knew, Paul and David were the only ones from the same background as Keith, and Master couldn't be either one of them because they were focused on Claire.

  "I need coffee,” she muttered to herself.

  Sliding out of bed, she was halfway to the kitchen before she realized she was naked. Master was having an impact on her in many ways! Turning the coffee on, she paused at the counter and continued to mull the situation. Master wanted her with him in public. He wanted her in the future. He wanted her. He knew her background and didn't care. She went back to her room but, when she reached for the robe on the chair, her eyes fell on the note. Sitting on the bed, she picked it up. Rereading the letter, she sighed.

  Master wanted to take care of her sexually and every other way. A smile curved her lips. Nothing
in the books had mentioned a sub being permitted to touch a dom the way she had last night. That had been more like something from a romantic movie. Not once had he tried to stop her. In fact, he'd enjoyed and encouraged her, which made her more confident in how master would treat her.

  That give and take during... She frowned. Sex? Making love? Fucking? Whatever, she decided. It was important to know that that aspect of their relationship would be pleasurable for both of them. More importantly, she knew. Master deserved her complete loyalty. Otherwise their relationship as Dom/sub wouldn't work.

  She groaned. How could she contemplate a Dom/sub relationship with a man whose name she didn't know? Could she really think of being with a man when their relationship centered on sex?

  "Arrgh!” she howled, pounding the mattress with her fist.

  She remembered the emotions that had whirled through her after he'd pulled her off the bed. Her tongue wrapped around his cock. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked on him the way he had taught her. Above her head, she could hear him moan. She felt her own juices running down her thighs as the taste and smell of his lust affected her. She drew on him with all the hunger and need she'd felt since she'd left him the previous Sunday. All the fear during and after Mark's attack as she struggled to understand what had happened. Everything in her now centered on the cock in her mouth.

  Her entire world had been him.

  She didn't know if she loved Master, but it was clear he wanted her. Publicly. But her heart was torn between the two men in her life. One professional and the other personal. It would be best, she sighed, to make a clean break with Keith and see how things worked out with Master. If they didn't, well, she had quite a bit saved and invested that she could live on for a while. She could always go back home, never telling her family about the relationship, and find a job through one of her relatives. Reaching out, she slapped the snooze off and closed her eyes. She would have to resign. There was simply no other way.

  Slowly, she slipped off the bed and went to the bathroom. The glint of something catching the light reflected in the mirror and she stared at her reflection. Who was this wild woman? Pale hair flowed around her shoulders, brushing the tips of her breasts. Her eyes were glowing despite the fading bruises on her face, and her lips were soft, ready to be kissed. What held her attention was her neck. And not the remnants of Mark's fingers. She still had the collar on. And just below, barely the size of her thumbprint, was the faint purplish-reddish mark his mouth had made on her. She couldn't believe either thing she saw.