Beck And Call

by Abby Gordon

  "Keith!"

  His hands ran soothingly up and down her back.

  "Shh, don't worry. It is difficult to do more than sit on anyone when you've finished off a bottle of vodka all by yourself.” He shuddered. “I haven't had more than one drink a week since. I promised myself I wouldn't stand for any woman around me to be treated the way my mother had.” He gave her a wry look. “Yes, I know it might not fit with the domination streak in me."

  "But it explains why you don't like sadomasochism. And why you reacted the way you did when I told you about Debbie,” she said quietly, thinking over everything he'd told her. “Have you seen or talked to your father since?"

  "Oh, yeah, but he stays out of my reach as do my brothers,” he grinned. “And I'm not going to ever leave you alone with him. He's convinced he's God's gift to women and would be all over you."

  "He can try,” she shook her head. “But I already know that his son is God's gift to me."

  "Mmm, good answer,” he told her. “Any other questions?"

  "Tons,” she nodded. “I just don't know which to ask first."

  "Then let me ask one,” he said, pulling her dress up her arms and securing it. Standing, he set her down gently on the chair. He picked up a small velvet box from the corner of the desk and dropped to one knee before her. “Serena, I have found in you everything I ever dreamt a woman should be. Someone I could spend the rest of my life with.” One hand covered hers as they rested on her lap. “Serena, will you marry me? Will you wear my ring as well as my collar?"

  She pulled one hand free and touched the diamond and pearl choker.

  "The rest of our lives,” she whispered, tears filling her eyes. It was real. Keith was Master and she had everything she'd thought she'd never have. She had the man of her dreams. A lover who was devoted to her sexual and sensual pleasure. A husband who would protect and defend her. “I was going to resign,” she whispered. “I was so sure you wouldn't want me and—"

  "Shh, sweetheart.” His fingers tightened on her hand. “I can't imagine not having you with me.” He rested his head on her lap. “Serena, I hardly slept last Sunday after you left my apartment. God knows, I didn't sleep more than an hour or so once Claire called and told me you'd been attacked. I..."

  Serena held her breath. She could feel moisture on her hand. Was he crying? For her? Because of what had happened to her?

  "Keith? I do have one question for you."

  He met her gaze and smiled. He could see it in her eyes.

  "I love you, Serena. I want to be your husband. Your master. All our lives."

  "Yes,” she smiled, touching his cheek. “Be my husband, my master.” Her fingers traced his jaw. “I love you, Keith. So much,” she whispered, tears welling in her eyes as the emotions overflowed.

  With a sigh of relief, Keith opened the box and revealed a diamond the size of her thumbnail.

  "Oh, my,” she stared.

  Keith slipped it on her finger and scooped her up in his arms.

  "Now, I'm going to show you a secret,” he told her, striding toward what she had thought was a closet. “Push that knot on the paneling."

  Puzzled, she reached out, pushed and stared as the panels slid apart to reveal an elevator.

  "Keith?"

  "You'll see,” he grinned, stepping in. Setting her down, he entered a code.

  "Where are we going?"

  "You don't recognize this elevator?” he grinned, backing her against the wall. “Or is it the way you're seeing it?"

  He spun her around to face the wall and pulled her wrists behind her. She felt the soft cuffs close around her and knew what was coming.

  "Master,” she sighed. “What can I do for you?"

  His hard cock pressed against her ass as his body surrounded hers.

  "Be mine."

  "So I'll be at your beck and call completely?” she summed up, tilting her head with a teasing glint.

  "Every minute, my sweet."

  The doors opened and he guided her down the hall.

  "You live in the building?” She glanced at him. “That's why you walked so fast through the garage last Monday! When you were going to give me a ride home."

  Opening the door, he nodded and gave her a wry look.

  "I was worried you might look around and see the second elevator or realize you'd been here over the weekend.” Securing the door behind them, he pulled her to him and relished the feel of her against him. “Would you like to see your new home?"

  "Only if it's on the way to the playroom,” she whispered. “Keith, I was a bad girl this week."

  Realizing what she was doing, he smiled.

  "What did you do?"

  "When I was reading the books you gave me, I played with myself. I used the vibrator and—"

  "Did you come?” he asked sternly.

  "Several times,” she said pertly, lifting her chin as if to dare him.

  "I didn't give you permission to play with yourself. And I most definitely did not say you could come,” he told her, marching her down the hall. “That deserves punishment, Serena."

  Serena caught glimpses of Oriental carpets and rich leather furniture in a living room, a large table in the dining room, and then several closed doors. At the end of the hall, he stopped.

  "Only you and I will know the code for this,” he told her, showing her the sequence. “Inside. Take your dress off. Get on the spanking bench."

  "Yes, Master,” she whispered.

  Undoing the belt he had just secured, she held his gaze and shimmied her shoulders. He inhaled in a sharp hiss as the dress fell to the floor. She'd never sashayed before in her life, but she did now as she walked to the bench. Draping herself over it, she relaxed as he secured her ankles and wrists. Serena felt a lilt of feminine triumph at the flush in his cheeks. And the tenting of his slacks.

  "Since you were such a bad girl,” he murmured. “I think we'll have to make this a very severe punishment."

  Swallowing in nervousness, even as her pussy clenched, she watched him go to the chest. He pulled out a leather strap contraption, a dildo, lube, and a remote. She held her breath as he put the harness on her, held the dildo in front of her as he lubed it and then knelt next to her. She gasped as the dildo was inserted in her pussy and secured in the harness.

  "Master, what..."

  He held the remote where she could see it and pushed the button. Her green eyes widened as she felt the vibration. She knew she wouldn't last long. But if all he did was spank her, then she might make it if he didn't wait too long before giving her permission to come. If he put the clamps on her...in near dismay, she watched him return to the chest and pull the clamps out as well as the paddle.

  He chuckled at the look of trepidation on her face.

  "You can't seem to resist these, can you?” he smiled, carefully securing them. “Are you wet, sweetheart?"

  "Yes, Master,” she moaned. “Please, Master. I won't do it again. I promise."

  "I know, sweetheart, but you still have to be punished."

  "Yes, Master."

  The vibrations started in her nipples and she whimpered.

  Keith brought the paddle down carefully, constantly checking her body and listening for her reaction. After six, he smiled. If he increased the vibrations, and gave her two more, he was willing to bet that she came. With or without permission.

  "Master, may I come?"

  "No."

  Serena groaned as the heat grew in her pussy. If he spanked her one more time, she would come, and then she really would earn a punishment! Deep breaths, she told herself. She tried to inhale as he bent down and picked up the bottle of lube. Smiling at her, he squirted a generous amount on his hand, before coating his cock with it.

  Her eyes widened as they lifted to meet his fiery blue ones. He was going to take her in the ass. It made sense, some still-coherent part of her brain rationalized. He'd fucked her pussy and mouth. To complete his domination over her he would fuck her ass. A shiver swept through her b
ody. She wasn't sure if it was fear or erotic anticipation at the thought of this man, her man, her master, taking her absolutely and completely.

  "Serena?"

  "Master, in-box. Please!"

  He gave her one more swat and caught her hips.

  The orgasm tore through her. Lifting her as she came, he steadily pressed his engorged cock into her anus. Serena gasped at the intrusion. His cock came against the still strongly vibrating dildo, pushing her into another orgasm. Instinct told her to resist but as a third orgasm began to build in her, all she could do was surrender.

  "Master,” she sighed, relaxing completely against the spanking bench.

  He drove completely into her. For a long moment, he didn't move, just letting her mind process his presence in that area of her body. She didn't know how he knew when she was ready to continue. As her body accepted him, her hips shifted. His hands gripped her tightly and he began stroking.

  Serena's arms strained to free herself as her head came up. A low keening sound came from her throat. Her hips lifted in silent plea for his possession. She wasn't Serena anymore. She was female. She was his. Whatever he wanted of her.

  "Master!” her hoarse voice begged. “Please. Take me."

  Reaching forward, he released the clamps, letting them fall to the floor. His heavy male body rested on hers. Their musky scents filled her nostrils with every breath and she moaned.

  "Now you are completely mine,” he whispered in her ear. “Completely."

  "Yes,” she sighed.

  Gripping her hips, he pounded into her as orgasms ripped repeatedly through her. With a roar, he lifted off her, frozen in time as his cock pulsed into her. Serena felt a few much smaller orgasms with each throb of release, her body attuned to his. It didn't matter how he took her, she realized. She would adjust to whatever he needed. Whatever he wanted.

  But her body had been through much and, with a sigh, she felt herself go limp.

  He pulled the dildo and harness from her. Flipping the catches for the cuffs, he lifted her and carried her to the bed. Curving his body around hers, he closed his eyes, relishing the knowledge that this woman was his in every way.

  "Master."

  "Keith,” he told her. “Only in the playroom am I master."

  "I have another confession."

  "What's that?"

  "I exaggerated. I played with myself, but I didn't come,” she whispered. “I just..."

  He groaned. She'd lied to get a punishment!

  "Serena, what the hell am I going to do with you?"

  Turning in his arms so they faced each other, she smiled, wrapping her fingers around his cock.

  "I'm sure you'll come up with something."

  "I just don't know if I'll have any energy left."

  "I'll take very, very good care of you,” she promised, placing kisses on his chest. “I read in a book that it's what a submissive does."

  "Just remember that you are at my beck and call,” he told her, running a hand down her back to squeeze an ass cheek. “Not the other way around."

  "Of course, Master,” she grinned.

  "Minx,” he muttered, covering her mouth with his to silence her.

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  About the Author

  Being published has been a dream of mine for so long that it's appropriate that my first story accepted, Beck And Call, was inspired from a dream. I believe that dreams come true, that there are such things as soul mates and that there is a crazy little thing called love.

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  Also available

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  Wreckless

  by

  Nyla Rose

  One look is all it takes for Enzo Saldana to crave her. One touch on the dance floor is all it takes for lust to blaze red-hot. His heart follows and he makes plans to spend the rest of his life with his English Rose—until she betrays him in the cruelest way possible.

  Lexi Mayfield is best friends with heartache. They've kept constant company since a bad decision and the resulting accident shattered her life and four others. Even Enzo walked out on her without explanation, forcing her to hang up her salsa skirt and flee the horrific nightmare her life had become.

  One year later, Fate brings Lexi face-to-face with Enzo in LA, and one look rekindles their fiery lust. One explicit text message seals the deal. No talk of the past, no plans for the future—just no holds barred, soul-searing sex.

  But when old threats resurface, can their passion withstand the burden of survivor's guilt, the dark secret haunting her very existence, or Lexi's desire to publicly shed her “prude” label once and for all?

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  Chapter One

  Early Summer 2008

  "C'mon, ladies, bottoms up!"

  "Bottoms up? The way you're going, it'll be bottoms out before the hour's up!” Lexi Mayfield shouted over the din of pumping music to her friend and bachelorette party honoree, Cara Saldana.

  "That's fine by me. I have a very nice ass, so if it wants to hang out, I just might let it.” The statuesque brunette rose, planted red-tipped fingers on the table, and performed an exquisite little wriggle with said ass, earning several appreciative whistles from the guys at a nearby bar. Fiona and Sally, the other two girls forming their quartet, giggled and joined in the dance. One sported a cheeky veil and the other a red halo. The catcalls grew louder, and Lexi watched the girls, buoyed by countless cosmopolitans, start an impromptu conga line around the table.

  Friday night, and Manjaro's, the latest “in” club on the London social scene, was packed to the rafters. From their center booth, Lexi observed the beautiful and not-so-beautiful drink, dance, and flirt, wishing she'd gone with her original suggestion of a spa weekend to treat her soon-to-be married friend.

  Nightclubs weren't her thing, especially the headache-inducing strobe lights and deafening electric noise that passed for music. Manjaro's, as she'd rightly predicted, was a wall-to-wall meat market. Guys in tight fitting clothes—some showing off honed muscles, others desperately sucked-in paunches—performed improbable gymnastics to the throbbing music, alongside women in barely-there outfits. She grimaced, looked away, and shuddered as the short, comb-over guy at the next table gave her a lecherous once-over. Give her a salsa club with soft lights and sensual Latin music any day. Or better yet, the serene atmosphere of her favorite spa, which is where she planned to celebrate her own bachelorette party in a month's time.

  The now much longer conga line approached. Cara whooped and swayed in front, leading ardent followers between the tables.

  "Come on, Lexi.” She made a grab for her as they passed by the table.

  "No, thanks. I'd rather sit here and watch you.” Lexi hated making a spectacle of herself and joining the conga line clad in the short, tight black mini skirt Cara had all but forced her into was definitely out of the question.

  She cringed as Cara stopped, planted her hands on her hips, and glared at her. “You promised, Lexi. You promised me a fantastic time tonight. These are my last days of freedom, for Chrissakes! The least you can do is help me enjoy myself."

  Lexi refrained from reminding her semi-inebriated friend that she didn't need anyone to have a good time. Cara could have a full-blown party in a padded cell all by herself.

  Instead, she put down her mineral water and let herself be pulled up, her protests ignored as Cara forced her in front of the line.

  "Now wriggle that ass and show me what makes my brother so hot for you!” she commanded.

  "Cara!"

  "Oh, don't be such a prude,” Cara replied, her American accent distinctive in the jumbled mix of Cockney and middle-class tones. Her hands slid up over Lexi's hips and anchored at her waist. “What is it you English say? Don't be such a big girl's blouse? Now move!"

  Pushed from behind by the restless line, Lexi moved forward, going with the sway of bodies. She opened her mouth to explain that the expression was normally reserved for wimpy men
not women, but stopped as she felt Cara's warm breath tease her ear.

  "Don't think I haven't heard you and Enzo going at it like crazed monkeys. You don't fool me for a second with that Mary Poppins facade. Underneath those don't-touch-me clothes, you're a sexy little vixen."

  Lexi turned shocked eyes to her friend, frantically trying to recall when Cara could have heard her with Enzo. It must've been—

  "The night of your birthday party last month,” Cara supplied helpfully. “You probably thought I'd left. I'd crashed in the back room. Your screams woke me up. For such a prude, you're very...vocal in bed, aren't you? Or was it your brand new status as my brother's fiancee that got you so hot?” Her crude chuckle grated on Lexi's nerves.

  "Sorry if the noise woke you...” She flinched as the hand around her waist tightened almost painfully.

  "If that's your thing, then go for it, I say. But do you think you're doing the right thing?"

  "I beg your pardon?” The loud music made her think she'd misheard, but when she glanced over her shoulder, the look in Cara's eyes told a different story. Lexi tried not to react to the mild venom she saw there.

  "It's easy to confuse great sex with love. And as much as I love him, Enzo can be a jerk sometimes. I mean, he's not exactly the homebody type. He works really long hours. Hell, sometimes he doesn't come home at all, just sleeps at his club. You sure you want to put up with that?"

  Lexi frowned. “Should you talk about your brother that way?” She tried to pull away.

  Cara stayed right behind her. “He's my brother; I'm stuck with him.” She paused a beat. “But there's no reason why you should be."

  Lexi missed a step and stumbled as the restless dancers pushed the conga line forward. “Are you trying to tell me something?” Were the fears she'd harbored since becoming engaged to Enzo real? Did Cara hate the thought of her marrying her precious brother?

  The younger woman gave a shrug. “I just think all this happened too fast. Maybe you need to think about it some more before you rush into a mistake you'll regret."