“Oh yes. Suck me…please,” she moaned, lifting her breasts. Again offering herself to him.
Instead, he nibbled his way around the soft mound. Biting gently at times, licking at others. She wiggled under him, trying to get him to focus on her nipples. But he had his own plan for the night.
As Tor trailed his hands down her body, across her belly and between her thighs, she moaned. God, she wanted his touch. She needed it, but he continued to tease. To tempt. A fever rose in her.
“Tor… Please…”
He chuckled then bit her neck. “Who am I?”
“Master. I’m sorry. I’m still getting used to this but, for God’s sake, touch me.”
He nibbled her jawline while his palms skimmed over her sides. “I am touching you.”
“You know what I mean.”
“I do. But we’re doing this my way. That’s what it means for you to submit, sweetheart.” She twisted in his arms, but it did no good. “You can struggle all you want, but you’re not going anywhere right now.”
She glared up into his bright blue eyes and growled at him.
“First weepy. Now angry. What else will you show me tonight, love?” He brushed the back of his hand softly along her cheekbone, amusement making his eyes crinkle.
Mouse sagged under him and took a deep breath. “I just want you. Is that so bad?”
“No. But just relax. Let it happen. We have all night. Hell, we have the rest of our lives. Let’s take our time.”
Reluctantly, she nodded.
“Good.” He tilted his head. “I’ll be right back.”
When he rose from her and got off the bed, her chest tightened. Was he going to leave her? Punish her?
“Master? What are you doing?”
He glanced back, smiling slightly. “You’ll see.”
He went into his closet and came back directly with a blindfold in hand. Tor climbed up beside her. “Lift your head, Mouse.”
“But…”
“No buts. Lift your head.”
She obeyed and he pulled the blindfold over her head and adjusted the soft black velvet so it completely covered her eyes. This was a new sensation and she wasn’t sure she liked it. If the rope bondage made her feel helpless, this made it more intense because now she was utterly dependent on him. Mouse could feel him beside her on the bed, but she couldn’t see what he was doing. Couldn’t anticipate his next move. She just waited.
For a couple of minutes there was silence. She could feel Tor shifting on the bed, but she didn’t know what he was doing. Her belly fluttered and she paused, trying to listen, but by the time she thought of using her other senses he’d quit moving around.
“Master?”
“Yes, love?”
“What are you doing?”
“Making love to you.”
“You aren’t even touching me.”
“I will be,” he chuckled. It was a low, sexy sound. She hadn’t really appreciated that before.
Something brushed her nipple, but it wasn’t his finger. She shivered as it happened again. What the hell was it? A scarf? It was soft…there it was on her belly. Mouse twitched. Then she felt it against her inner thighs. Her pussy lips. She gasped when she felt it against her other breast. Her belly again.
“What is that?”
“Guess.”
“I don’t know, Master. Really.”
Instead of responding, he caressed her again. As it brushed her waist, an involuntary giggle erupted from her. Damn. It was the feather. She felt it against the ball of her foot and she jumped. She tried to pull her foot away from the feather, but her movements were too restricted.
Mouse giggled again. Then the teasing sensation was gone. He trailed the softness against the back of her thigh. The curve of her buttock. Each touch of the feather drew forth a mixture of giggles and twitches. She wanted to be annoyed, but every time she moved, the knots he’d placed so carefully worked to torment her clit and ass.
“Oh God,” she cried.
Again the feather moved over her tight nipple. Lingering there to tantalize her senses. Tracing along the edge of her areola. Grazing her nipple. Over and over until she went from trying to escape the feather’s caress to seeking it. Arching under it.
His hand brushed against her belly. Her abdomen tightened. Then he caught the rope in his hand, tugging gently. Drawing the knot against her clit. She moaned as her pussy dampened and her clit throbbed. He tugged again, this time she felt the rope pull against the bud of her ass too. Pressing into her.
“Beautiful,” he whispered as she whimpered and rolled her hips. “Do you know how hard you make me, Mouse?”
“No. I can’t see you,” she cried.
“But I can see you, and I like what I see.”
He took the feather away, leaving her panting. She heard a click and then the sound of a whirring motor.
“Oh no…” she wailed.
“Oh yesss…” he growled. She tensed, waiting to see where he’d rub the vibrator.
Mouse shivered as she felt a vibration near her nipple. She shifted, but still it didn’t touch her. Yet she still felt it. Almost as if Tor was holding the vibe just above her, disturbing the air space just above her taut nipple. She arched, but still he didn’t touch her. Then the sensation was gone and she groaned.
Suddenly, she felt it again. This time near her clit. She tried to lift her hips to reach the vibe without success. Yet she could almost feel it as the vibrations sent waves of awareness surging through her pussy. She raised her pelvis, seeking release.
“Master, pleeease…”
“Not yet, love.”
While she sought the vibrator, she squeaked as the feather tapped against her painfully erect nipples. No amount of twisting eased her need. It only left her gasping and sobbing.
“Please…”
“I love the way you beg.”
While she was distracted by the torment of the feather, he ran the vibrator along her inner labia. She arched into the vibrations, raising her hips in search of more.
“Yes. Oh God. Please give me more.”
He took her at her word and pressed the vibrator against the knot over her clit, making her jerk at the intense surge of pleasure. It was electric. Like a live wire completing a circuit. She thrust into the vibrator. God, she was so close. Mouse rocked her hips against the vibe while Tor continued to stroke her nipples with the feather. She strained upward.
“Oh yeah. Don’t stop. God…”
Then it was gone. No feather. No vibrator. She rocked and twisted, her frustration dragging a scream from her.
“Damn it, don’t stop now! I was going to come.”
“I know.”
He shifted on the bed. Was he finally going to fuck her…please God? She heard a swish of air then she yelped as the slap of a flogger struck her pussy.
“What are you doing?”
“You told me not to stop, sweetheart.”
“I was talking about the vibrator, not a flogger.”
“Next time you’ll need to be more specific.”
Again he struck with the flogger and she gasped. Mouse tried to close her legs, but he caught one to keep her spread for him. The light blows continued, and as Tor developed a rhythm the heat from the flogger against her pussy and lower abdomen transformed from pain to pleasure. She moaned and started to lift her pelvis to meet the blows. Searching for them.
“Oh God.”
“Don’t come yet.”
“But…”
“I’m not done with you yet. Don’t come.”
But she couldn’t stop herself from moving with the flogger. Then he paused and she sighed with relief…until he brought the vibe back to her pussy. He rubbed it over her clit and labia. She sobbed when he worked the vibe between the strands of rope and eased it inside her wet cunt. It was diabolically clever because he could use the rope to anchor the vibe inside her. When she thought he couldn’t torment her any more, he flogged her again.
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Mouse groaned, raising her hips as much as she was able so she could meet the downward stroke of the flogger. All the while the vibrator took her closer and closer to an orgasm more intense than she’d experienced in her entire life. He turned the vibe up and pushed it a little deeper inside her then returned to flogging her.
“Please can I come? Please?”
Her body was slick with sweat now. Tor drove her closer and closer to orgasm with each blow of the flogger. God, this was so good. She twisted, not knowing whether she wanted to escape the sensations surging through her or beg for more. It was so much more than she’d ever expected. More than she’d hoped.
“Do you want to come?”
“Yes. Oh please… Please, Master.”
“Please what?”
“Please can I come? Please?”
One minute she was riding the steady throb of the vibrator and the rhythm of the flogger, and the next, he’d stopped flogging her. Then he pulled the vibe out of her pussy.
She screeched. “No!”
Then she felt his fingers pulling at the strands of rope covering her cunt. He tugged it apart and the knot pressed against her clit and she whimpered.
“I think you’ll like this, love. I know I will.”
She gasped as he eased his cock into her wet pussy.
“Yes please, Master. Please fuck me.”
The penetration felt like slow motion. She froze on the knife edge of orgasm, but she wanted this more. She wanted him to fill her. Fuck her until she broke into a million pieces that only he could reassemble.
“Oh God, that’s so fucking good,” he grunted as he settled deep inside her and moved over her.
She brought her legs in and clutched at his hips, sighing as he kissed her. She was wide open. Vulnerable, but she couldn’t imagine anything else. This was what she’d been missing all her life. Belonging to someone. Tor lifted his head and licked droplets of sweat from her neck, nipping at her chin. She sobbed as he withdrew. Then with painful slowness, he drove back into her.
“Ah, yeah. The ropes are like an extension of your sweet cunt.”
She pressed kisses to any part of him she could reach as he withdrew and entered again. Her movements were limited, but she gave as much to him as she could. She clenched on him as he withdrew and opened for him hungrily as he surged back into her.
“Harder. Please, Tor. Harder!”
He grunted and his thrusts picked up speed. They moved together like professional dancers. Trained to move as one. She gasped as the knots continued their job, one tormenting her clit and the other pressing tightly into her sensitive asshole. She bucked under him.
Faster. Faster. She met him stroke for stroke, accepting his forceful kiss. Reveling in it and twining her tongue with his while he thrust inside her.
“Yes. Oh God, I’m going to come.”
“Hold on. Not yet.”
“Please…”
“No.” He breathed into her mouth. Somehow he picked up speed and she met him. Accepting anything he wanted to give her. He sucked her nipples then reached up to pinch. Twisting slightly.
Mouse arched under him as he pounded into her, unable to stop her rising climax this time.
“Master, I need to come. Pleeease.”
He groaned. “Come for me, sweetheart. Give yourself to me…now.”
She obeyed, screaming as her pussy pulsed around him. He held on for only a few strokes before he too shouted and spasmed with pleasure. They shook together…becoming one in a way Mouse had never expected. Pleasure rolled through her. Tearing her apart and remaking her. When they collapsed together, she felt like an entirely new person. And this woman was well and truly owned by her lover, and she liked it. Liked being owned.
The only sound she could hear in the bedroom was their harsh breathing as they gasped and groaned in the aftermath of their shared release.
Tor lifted his head from her shoulder and removed her blindfold. She blinked her eyes and met his gaze. His adoring gaze.
“I love you, Mouse. I asked you to wear my collar before. Now I’m asking if you’ll marry me too.”
She opened her mouth to speak, and suddenly she was crying again. He gathered her close.
“I hope these are good tears.”
She nodded, trying to form words. But nothing came out.
“So is your answer yes?”
He lifted his head to look into her eyes, gently wiping away tears.
“Yes, Master. I love you and I’ll marry you.”
“Good. You’ll belong to me in every way a woman can belong to a man. I promise I’ll cherish you for the rest of our lives—both as my wife and as my submissive.”
She smiled up at him. “And I’ll cherish you. I’ll even obey you…when it’s appropriate.”
He threw back his head and laughed. “I’d expect nothing less, Mouse my love.”
About the Author
I earned a Master of Arts in Library and Information Science in 2003 and work as a librarian in central Iowa. I’m a member of Romance Writers of America, including multiple special interest chapters. Even in my teens I wrote romances, spending my lunch hours with pen, paper and characters. I love to weave new tales by embroidering and knitting intriguing narratives for the amusement of myself, my friends and my readers.
My writer’s mission statement is to write about exciting, sensual, plus-size heroines who love and are loved by their intense, passionate and seductive Alpha heroes.
Why create a mission statement, other than because I’m a librarian and it’s something we tend to do? Because I’ve been plus-size all my life and I don’t know how to be anything else. When I started reading romances, almost every heroine had a slender, girlish figure. If she didn’t start out that way, she ended up that way. Plain or pretty, the heroine was thin. I loved those stories and their writers, but I tired of not seeing me in the heroines of my favorite books.
As I started writing, I followed market trends and wrote about slender heroines. Then I thought, am I part of the market? Yes. I am. There must be other readers who want to read about a differently shaped heroine too. Everyone deserves to find love. So now, I write about plus-size heroines who know, or learn, how to live in their skins. My heroines are authentic and that’s part of the reason my intense, passionate and seductive Alpha heroes love them. I hope you will too.
Francesca welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.
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