He captured her hands in one of his and imprisoned them on the carpeted floor above her head.
Everything about him was dominating. And she was the lucky sub beneath the power of his hips and cock.
“Master has a powerful cock.”
“I like that word,” he said.
“Which one?” she teased. “Cock?”
“Master.” He drove into her powerfully, knocking the breath from her lungs. “Put your legs over my shoulders. I want to be in deeper.”
She wasn’t sure she’d survive such an onslaught.
“Now,” he commanded.
She followed orders. “Trev…”
“Take it all,” he said.
Julia willed herself to relax. After taking a breath, she moved so that her legs draped over his shoulders.
He rode her, filled her. No one and nothing existed but him and his possession of her body.
“Submit to me, Julia.” He drove into her then, hard, fast, deep.
Instead of struggling, she took him.
He filled her completely, against her womb. Her insides spasmed.
“That’s my Julia.”
His Julia .
He fucked her hard and she wanted it, everything he wanted to give her.
“Would my orgasm please you?” she asked.
“Squeeze my cock with your vaginal muscles,” he told her. Then he laughed. “Yes. Yes, you have my permission to climax.”
Over and over, he pounded her.
She dug with her heels, using his body to leverage her hips from the ground so she could take more of him. Her orgasm consumed her, and she clenched his penis hard, milking him.
She felt the change in him as his cock became more turgid.
He pulled out right before he came. As she watched, he jerked off, and his hot cum spurted onto her belly.
She moaned, feeling owned by him.
This, this is what she’d spent her life looking for.
When he released his grip on her wrists, she used her fingertips to scoop up his cooling ejaculate and then she sucked her fingers clean.
He was on his haunches between her legs. “Wench,” he said.
Looking up at him, she blinked her eyes innocently. Then she made a naughty, soft, smacking sound. “You taste delicious.”
“You’ve a thing or two to learn still. About obedience.”
“Class is in session,” she said saucily.
“Into the shower with you. Turn on the water. And if you need to urinate, leave the door open.”
Now he’d completely knocked the wind from her happy sails. “Beg your pardon?”
“You will have no secrets from me. My subs are not allowed privacy.”
“You can’t possibly be serious.”
An uncompromising scowl set between his brows. “My subs are not allowed privacy,” he repeated.
A hot flush of humiliation chased up her face. “So, even if I need to—”
“Even if.”
“Trevor…”
“Use your safe word. Or leave the door open.”
“If I use my safe word?”
“Then we’re done.”
She could barely breathe. “So I have no choice.”
“You always have a choice. And if you refuse a task, you’re free to leave. And about those other things…there’s an enema bag next to the tub. Give yourself one.”
She felt all the colour drain from her face.
He stood and rezipped his trousers. “I’ll be making use of you anally in…” He checked his very expensive timepiece. “Half an hour. Better get prepared.”
“I’ve never had an enema.”
“I’ll be happy to give it to you.”
She shook her head.
He bent to remove her nipple clamps, and she cried out as the blood flow returned to the constricted little peaks.
“Run along,” he told her. “Like a good sub.” He pocketed the clovers. “My sub.”
She rose and crossed to the en suite bathroom, and she debated whether or not she wanted to leave the door open.
They’d already done things she’d never before imagined, but this?
Then, mercifully, she heard noise from the television.
She could do this. Had to do it. If she wanted the next lesson in S&M 101. She sat on the closed toilet lid and seriously asked herself that question. Did she want the next lesson?
Or had she had enough?
They’d already had sex like she’d never before experienced. Her entire body hummed with awareness and tingled with pain, from the tiny bite he’d given her earlobe to the way her pussy lips still throbbed slightly from the clamps and the way her nipples were still hard. She swore she could feel a pulse in them.
Her rear smarted, something she was highly aware of now that she was sitting on it.
There was a lot more to S&M than she’d ever thought possible. It was about more than just having your behind warmed and getting ridden hard. It was about subjugating your own needs. And alternately, it was about being freer for the experience.
It was mentally and physically draining. And it was exhilarating.
“Julia?”
She gasped and looked up. “I didn’t hear you.” Trevor relaxed against the jamb, completely at ease. His shirt was still unbuttoned, giving her a view of his broad, sexy chest. “You’re sexy, you know that?” she asked.
“As long as you think so. That’s all that matters.”
Her hand shook as she ran her hand through her hair. “I’m not sure I can do this,” she admitted.
“There hasn’t been anything so far that you couldn’t handle. There will never be anything you cannot handle. You’re a sub. My sub.”
She wanted to be in his arms, soothed by his strength.
He came into the room. It was gorgeous, though small. The tub was claw-footed, and there was a pedestal sink. The floor was made of tiny black and white octagonal shaped tiles in a hypnotic, geometric pattern. Fluffy, oversized white towels hung from silver racks. And she couldn’t take her gaze from him.
With him in here, the room seemed to shrink to a quarter of its original, already-small size.
He turned on the shower’s faucet. And matter-of-factly, while she watched, he picked up the hated enema bag. He turned on the sink faucet and filled the bag with warm water. Instead of halfway like he’d told her, he filled it all the way full.
“Uhm…”
Steam billowed in the room and he hung up the bag, then drew the shower curtain closed. He stripped.
His clothes landed on the floor. “I’d intended for you to undress me with your own hands,” he said. “But you can do that tomorrow.”
Tomorrow.
That meant he planned to see her again.
She didn’t move, didn’t say anything. Instead, she just sat there mesmerised.
He stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain. “Relieve your bladder,” he said. “Then join me in here.”
He was uncompromising, as she’d expect her Dom to be, as she needed him to be. But he was sensitive to the fact she was nearly freaking out. He wouldn’t give in and mollycoddle her. And she appreciated it.
She either had to play the rules by his game, or she’d have to find someone else.
And after this… Was there anyone else?
She smelled soap in the air and she wanted him to lather her body.
She surrendered.
She wasn’t going to struggle. Struggling would only keep her from what she wanted. And she wanted Trevor.
Julia stood and lifted the toilet lid and did what she was told, like a good little sub.
Then she pulled back the curtain and joined him in the tub.
For the first time, she saw him in his naked glory. He was a sexy, soapy mess. He had the shapeliest butt she’d ever seen on a man. His chest was broad, his hips were slim, and a swath of hair arrowed towards his jutting cock.
Hers.
Possessiveness forked through her.
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He was hers. Her Dom. Her man.
“I’m proud of you,” he said. “It’s not easy to be so compliant.”
The approval soared through her. She realised she’d do anything for him.
Trevor pulled her against him and kissed her deeply.
“Isn’t this against the rules?” she asked.
“My game. My rules.”
“I like this one. Class can be in session anytime, Sir Dom.”
Like a lover, he washed her. He even got on his knees to wash her between her legs and then all the way down to her feet.
“Turn around.”
He lathered her shoulders and back, and then her buttocks. “On your toes,” he told her.
When she rose onto the balls of her feet, he slipped a soapy hand between her cheeks. Instead of protesting, she braced her hands on the wall.
With a finger, he slowly penetrated her anally.
In. Then out. In a bit more. Out again.
She started to enjoy the feeling. She was tight, but it wasn’t as painful as she’d anticipated. She started to arch her back so he could penetrate deeper. “It’s good, so good.” She gasped.
“You’ve got ten minutes to be face down on my bed.”
He kissed her nape and got out of the shower. She all but stamped her foot in frustration.
She wanted his possession.
She hurried through the horrible, beastly enema.
”Good girl,” he said when she rejoined him.
He was still naked, and there was no denying the erection that led him around. The fact he was so hot for her turned her on.
She couldn’t help but notice the international news report was blasting from the telly. “You’re not asleep in front of the news,” she said with a cheeky grin.
“Good thing you learned to move your hips. Saved me from a crick in my neck from sleeping on the settee.” He grabbed a tube of lube from the coffee table and all teasing vanished. “Face down on my bed,” he reminded her.
Swallowing that knot of fear, she did.
“Would you like clamps?”
“You’re loony, right?”
He laughed. “Thought you might want the distraction.”
“I want it to be over with.”
“This is about trust, sub. You’ll be restrained.”
She’d made her choice to stay, but she hadn’t known he had planned to increase the stakes one more time. He would probably always do that to her, she realised. He would always keep her guessing, always provide the unexpected.
With a shiver, she crossed the floor and crawled onto her tummy on the bed.
She fought to keep her breathing steady as he drew her right hand towards the headboard and secured it with a cuff.
“You’ve been tied up before,” he said, evidently remembering their earlier conversation.
“Not like this. Not by my Master.”
He cuffed her second wrist. “Raise your pelvis.”
It was difficult to move at all, but he helped lift her in order to slide a pillow beneath her stomach. “Use your safe word.”
“No,” she said. ”I want you.” But to tell the truth, she was terrified. She was tightly secured; she couldn’t pull out her hands like she had the other time she’d been tied up.
She heard the roar of her pulse pounding in her ears. Instead of him spreading her cheeks like she expected, he delivered a soft spank.
She wiggled around.
His next spank was equally delicious.
The third was divine.
His hand found her heated core, and in seconds, he’d brought her to fevered anticipation.
Then, while she was humming from the various sensations, he poured a dollop of lube right near her anus.
“You are doing fine,” he told her. “Relax. Don’t clench up.”
Then, with long strokes, he worked the lube deep inside her. He took the time to tease her clit and slide inside her pussy, too. And he alternated it all with dizzying spanks.
She was ready to explode when he inserted a second finger. “Trevor!”
“Just relax.”
“No…I mean, I want to come from that.”
“From my fingers in your arse?”
“Yes.” She hissed out the s.
“Could you be any more perfect?”
She couldn’t believe the sensations. Yes, it hurt a bit, but once he got all the way in and she grew accustomed to the feeling of being stretched, she rather liked it.
“Take me,” he commanded.
She felt his cockhead at her entrance. And then he started to drive his thick penis inside her. Cold fear chased through her. She struggled against her bonds.
“Stop it.”
“It hurts, damn it.”
“Control yourself, sub.” With his strong palms, he spread her apart for his penetration. “It’s no different than my fingers,” he said.
It was. Much more painful. Not even the same experience at all.
”Trust me, Julia. Trust me enough to do as you’re told. Control your breathing. You can do this.”
He massaged her buttocks, spreading her farther and farther apart. She bit out a cry of pain.
“Easy,” he told her.
But he was relentless, and she appreciated it. She didn’t want to fail.
With infinite patience, he positioned himself at her tightest entrance again. He then told her, “Don’t hold back on your orgasm.”
“I’m not going to have an orgasm. It hurts too much.”
“We have a rule…”
“Yeah, yeah. S&M 101 rule number four. No pouting.”
He held her wide and said, “Bear down.”
“Hurts.”
“Bear down.”
She did, and she forced herself to breathe deep. All of a sudden he was in, all the way.
This time, it was he who groaned. “Damn, Julia.”
The knowledge that she could be so pleasing made the experience all the more exhilarating. “Don’t hold back on your orgasm,” she teased.
“You’re wanting another spanking then, are you?”
He stroked in, then back out. Now that she’d caught her breath again and her anal opening had been spread so wide, she accepted him, all of him.
She felt him orgasm only seconds later, and his jism spilled deep inside her bowels.
Then, surprisingly, she came.
She’d shared something unique with him. They’d done things, lots of them actually, that she hadn’t done with anyone else. She trusted him in ways she trusted no other. She hated for it to end, either now or in a week.
It’d be a long six months, even a year, until she saw him again.
So, well, now what?
“Don’t think so hard.”
He released her cuffs.
“Kiss me,” she begged.
He sat on the edge of the bed and helped her to turn over. “My pleasure,” he said.
His kiss was hard, brutal, unrelenting, demanding…as if he owned her.
“You’re frowning,” he said when they parted.
Somehow she’d ended up in his lap, his cock softening beneath her. There was an intimacy they hadn’t shared before. And it thrilled her, scared her.
“You do that when you’re thinking too hard. Rule number—”
“Five,” she said, “of S&M 101. Don’t think too hard.”
He laughed. “I’ve been considering a move to our Stateside division.”
She feathered back her wayward hair with her fingertips. She was trembling, and she didn’t know why.
“I’ve broken Dom rule number one,” he told her quietly, his blue eyes searing into her.
“Doms have rules, too?”
“I do,” he said. He captured her hands and stroked his thumbs across the wrists he’d bound. “I’ve become attached to a sub. And I don’t do that unless I want a serious relationship. I’m talking 24/7.”
“What?” She swallowed. It was a lot to think about, especially so quick
ly. But she knew she wouldn’t last long away from him.
“We’ll finesse the details later. But now that I’ve found you and tasted your sweet submission, I’m not letting you go.”
His dominance grounded her, and she was hungry for more.
He caught her around the neck and drew her down, towards him. She surrendered, surrendered because that’s what she wanted. “Sub rule number one,” she said. “Once you find the perfect Dom, let him think you’re a sub, when really, you’re the one with the power.”
“Is that right?”
“Yep.” She grinned.
“Right, then.”
Before she could even think, she was pinned beneath him, pressed into the mattress. “I think it’s time, lovely submissive, to move on to S&M 102.”
He leaned in for a domineering kiss and she said, “I thought you’d never suggest it, Master.”
About the Author
Born in Northern England and raised in the Wild West, Sierra Cartwright pens book that are as untamed as the Rockies she calls home.
She's an award-winning, multi-published writer who wrote her first book at age nine and hasn't stopped since.
Sierra invites you to share the complex journey of love and desire, of surrender and commitment. Her own journey has taught her that trusting takes guts and courage, and her work is a celebration for everyone who is willing to take that risk.
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