Indulgence

by Liz Crowe

  I almost collapse. After everything I’ve been through this evening, it’s too much, and I feel my spirit wilting even as my body comes to life. I cry out and he grips my ass tighter, pulling me in closer, sucking and tugging at my clit until I’m whining and panting. My hands wind into his hair and I know I’m yanking hard on it, but I can’t stop myself. And every time I pull, he just sucks and tugs harder on my tiny little pearl until I’m a mess, a writhing, squirming, sweaty mess. I’m losing ground, giving in a little at a time, until one last moment when he slides his hands from the globes of my ass to the insides of my thighs, then slips two fingers into my pussy and one into my tight, dark back entrance.

  Everything around me explodes as my entire core clenches and spasms, and my knees buckle to almost let me fall but, true to his promise, he holds me tight, torturing me until I think I’ll faint. When he finally stops, I’m gasping and shaking. His hands leave me and I feel him moving around until he says, “Look down, Kimmie.”

  Leathers unzipped and tucked back, Jaz’s rock-hard cock and full, tight balls are on regal display, and I look into his face. “That’s yours, girl. Belongs to you and no one else. I’m going to let you down on me. Wrap your legs around my ass and just enjoy. I’ll do all the work.” I’m so overwrought that I still can’t speak. “This is your reward for being the best submissive any Dominant has ever had.” I’m limp as a noodle as he lowers me, and when he gets me close enough, he drops me on his length and I scream out through the deliciously painful stretch.

  “Here we go, Kimmie. Rock your hips, baby, and I’ll do the same.” His hands under my ass, we rock together as he raises and lowers me slightly, and I’ve never before felt the things I’m feeling. Holding me almost as though I were a rare treasure of antiquity, he strokes down my upper arms, then curves his hands around my breasts and cups them, teasing my nipples with his thumbs. “I love you, Kimmie. Only you. No other woman. Ever. Do you understand?”

  I start to cry. “But Jaz, I was so . . . it felt so . . .”

  “I know, precious. I did this to teach you something. I wanted you to watch me with her, know that I never touched her, know that I’d never betray you that way. Your hackles were up from the very minute you saw me talking to her, but there was no need, my angel.”

  “But why . . .”

  “Because you didn’t trust me, you put me in a position where I had to do exactly what I did. If you’d just trusted me, you would’ve been her mistress from the very beginning.” He kisses me lightly, then deepens it, and the hands I’ve put on his chest in indecision finally find their way around his neck and I kiss him back, tears flowing unrestrained. That’s why Michael and Robyn never said anything. They knew exactly what was happening. I still feel betrayed, but not in the same way I originally thought. My eyes are so full that I can’t see, and Jaz whispers gently to me, “Kimmie, I love you, baby girl. Just you. Do you finally understand that?”

  I start to cry so hard that he just stops and holds me. “Yes. But Jaz, I was so afraid.”

  “I know, and I’m sorry. I think I probably went a little too far. I was trying to make a point, but I think the point got lost in the fear. That’ll never happen again. I don’t want you to ever doubt me. I belong with you.”

  I’m so confused. “You didn’t want a picture of me? Just her?”

  He shakes his head. “Baby, the photos are for demonstration purposes for Master Davidson. I would never, never take photos like that of you. I’m too afraid of them finding their way out and around, and I don’t want anyone gawking at you. You’re mine. We may scene here, but if I caught anyone taking pictures of you, they’d probably need a new camera or phone when I got done with theirs.” From a few feet away, there’s a groan. “I think you need to check on your sub.” He leans in and whispers directly into my ear, “Be firm with her. You can do it.”

  Gazing in the direction of the suspended woman, I see her writhing in her ropes as she watches Jaz and me together. When she sees me looking toward her, she moans out, “Mistress, please?”

  “No. You’ll wait until I tell you that you can come. If you do so beforehand, you’ll be punished.” I turn back to Jaz and search his eyes.

  “Very good. Now I want to make you come again.” With no fanfare, he drops me to my back on the table and rises above me, then does the one thing I never expected him to do.

  He makes love to me. This is not frantic. He’s not performing. Arms wrapped under my shoulders, he kisses me hard, our tongues winding together, teasing but satisfying. I think about all the times I’ve been in these performance areas, letting first one idiot and then another use me like a bitch in heat, and wonder what they must think now. And in the next second, I forget that there’s a club full of people watching us and my world narrows to me and the man towering over me, powering into me and giving me his heart with every stroke of his shaft. His breath grows more ragged, and he groans out, “God, Kimmie, you give me everything I ever needed. I’m all yours, angel. Oh, god, please, Kimmie, come with me, please?” Two more strokes and I feel his body shudder out its release. Without hesitation, I knot up and buck against him, feeling the head of his shaft slamming into the top of my channel, moving everything in my belly as it drives home all his passion and promises.

  Still gasping, I look over at Amelie, watch her eyes tear, see her body writhing and bucking. She doesn’t make a sound, but the pleading in her eyes is enough. I nod to her and call out, “Submissive, come for your mistress.”

  And she does. I’m amazed as I watch her, her body jerking and shaking, and Jaz turns his head to watch as well. I could only hope for my body to be as well-trained one day. Then he looks down into my face. “Tell me that you know I belong to you. Say it, Kimmie.”

  “I know you belong to me, Master.”

  “Again.”

  “I know you belong to me, Sir.”

  A knowing smile spreads across his face. “Again.”

  “I know you belong to me, Jaz. You belong to me, Jasper Givens.”

  “And you belong to me, Kimberly Hendricks. We belong together. Don’t ever doubt that again.”

  “No, Master.” Light as a breeze over the water, my fingers trace his face. I see in his eyes a reflection of me, not the me I see, but the perfection he sees, and my heart is full to overflowing. As sure as I’ve ever been of anything, I whisper back to my lover, “I’ll never doubt again.”

  *****

  I’ve gotten dressed and I’ve got all of my things back in my backpack when I hear someone come out of the showers and out walks Amelie, naked and glorious. When she looks up and sees me, she smiles. After glancing at the doorway, she asks, “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

  I just shrug. “Sure, I guess.” She pats a seat on the bench next to her, and I join her.

  For some reason, she almost looks embarrassed, and I don’t understand why until she says, “I’m so sorry.”

  “For what?”

  “For making you feel the way I’m sure you felt. I didn’t like it, but when you got so angry, he told me he had to teach you a lesson.”

  “And did he explain that lesson?”

  “He said you were angry because he was talking to me, and the only reason for that would be if you doubted your relationship with him. He said he never wants that to happen again. He loves you, Kimberly. I want you to know this: When I submit to kinbaku, submitting to the kinbaku master comes with the territory, and I know this. Every kinbaku master I’ve ever worked with has fucked me, as was their right. Except Jasper. He never touched me any more than he had to in getting the ropes right. That guy is one hundred and fifty percent faithful to you. There’s something pure and kind and genuine about him. You’re one lucky woman.”

  “Thanks.” I can kind of feel my poor wounded heart scabbing over with her words. He told her the exact same thing he told me, and it worked. I’ll never doubt him again. “I appreciate you telling me that. It just hurt so much and I didn’t understand.”

 
She wraps an arm around me and pulls me up against her. It’s the first time I’ve ever been embraced by a naked woman, and it’s kind of weird, but it’s also kind of nice. “I like you, Kimberly. And you’re a good submissive too. He’s really proud of you and proud to be seen with you. And you make a cute couple.” Towel in hand, she stands and smiles down at me. “I guess I’d better get dressed. Aaron will be looking for me.”

  “He’s pretty damn gorgeous too,” I grin at her.

  “Yeah, and fucks like a racehorse. Plus he shares me with anyone I want. He’s pretty cool.” But a sad look crosses her face and she sighs before she says, “Still, it would be nice to have what you have with Jasper.”

  I watch her shapely ass wander away and think about the things she said. It’s encouraging to know she could see all of that between us, and I hope everyone else did too. Kimberly the slut is gone.

  Mistress Kimberly is in the house. And she’ll bow to Master Jasper any time – any time at all, whatever he wants. I’m his and his alone.

  Chapter Ten

  I can tell something’s going on in his head, but he’s really not giving me any clues. It’s been a long day. I had a submissive who couldn’t stand still while I measured her, a Dominant who couldn’t decide what he wanted, and another guy in his eighties who wanted a pair of leathers “that’ll make my junk look perky.” I wanted to tell him that I’m a leatherworker, not a magician, but I bit my tongue and told him I’d do my best. I honestly don’t know what that means, but whatever – I’ll figure it out.

  But it’s not one of those days where I feel like playing twenty questions to figure out what’s going on with Jaz. I’m pretty sure he’ll tell me eventually and, as usual, he doesn’t disappoint. As soon as we’ve cleaned up the dinner dishes, he grabs my hand, leads me to the sofa, and turns to me with a big grin. “How would you like to take a little trip?”

  “With you? I’ll go anywhere!” I gush. Well, I would. I’d go to hell with him if he’d promise to fuck me when we got there. Might as well admit it: I’m in up to my earlobes, and I’m as happy about it as the Queen of England in a high-end haberdashery. “So where and when?”

  “Tomorrow. Got any appointments through the end of the week?”

  “None I can’t reschedule.”

  “Good. Get on it.” He knows damn well I want to hear more, so he hum-haws around and finally says, “Do you like St. Louis?”

  Inside my head, there’s shrieking and clapping. “I don’t know! I’ve never been there! I get to go?” Yes, I’m bouncing up and down like a first-grader, and I don’t give a damn. This is just too exciting.

  “Yeah. I talked to my boss. I’m driving it like always, and I booked a suite at the Ritz-Carlton.”

  That doesn’t sound right. “The company’s paying for a suite at the Ritz-Carlton?”

  “No, but they’re giving me the money they’d spend on a room for me, and I’m just applying that to the room tab.”

  Now my heart sinks. I know he can’t afford that. “Sweetie, you don’t have to do that. The Ritz-Carlton? That’s pretty expensive. I’d be happy in a Holiday Inn or . . .”

  His hand lifts my chin and tips my head back to look into his eyes. “I want to do this. I want to take you there and have a good time. My work will be three days; we’re staying five nights, leaving on Tuesday and driving back Sunday. I’ll have to be at the plant on Wednesday, so we’ll arrange for someone to come and take you around, show you some sights. I’m sure I can find someone to chauffeur you around for three days.”

  “But Jaz, are you sure . . .”

  “I’m positive.” He kisses my forehead and I just drop onto his chest, my arms wrapping around his waist. As he strokes my hair, he whispers, “Please don’t worry about money. I just want us to go there and have a good time, okay?”

  No man has ever wanted to go that kind of distance for me. I’m excited about going, but I’m more excited about being with him, about having someone who thinks I’m worth the time and money to go to this kind of trouble for me. I’m not exactly sure what I think, but I know I love him more every minute that I’m breathing. “Okay. I won’t, I promise. But can I take some of my own money, you know, for spending money, to buy souvenirs and stuff like that?”

  I feel the vibration in his chest when he laughs. “Sure. That’s fine. Maybe you’ll buy me a present!”

  I lift my head and gaze up at him. “Maybe I will.” He leans into my face and gives me a peck on the lips. “I’ll get you something nice, something that I can only get there. How’s that?”

  “That sounds perfect. Whatever you give me, if it’s from you, I’m sure I’ll love it.”

  My head drops back to rest on his chest. I’m going to St. Louis with Jaz. The Ritz-Carlton. How exciting! Wonder if they have those big fluffy white robes like in the movies? Wonder if I’ll even need one? That makes me laugh right out loud.

  “What?”

  “Oh nothing. Just something silly. Wondering if they have those fluffy white robes like in the movies.”

  Just as deadpan as possible, he answers, “Doesn’t matter. You won’t need one.”

  Now I’m shrieking with laughter. “Oh my god! That’s exactly what I was thinking!”

  “See?” He drops a little kiss on the crown of my head. “We understand each other pretty well, don’t you think?”

  I just sigh. “Yes. And I think I love you more every day.”

  “I know I love you more every day!” He lets out a little sigh. “Kimmie, I’ve never been this happy in my whole life. Every day with you is like a huge gift, and I’m so grateful to you for loving me.” Without warning, I just burst into tears. “Baby, what’s the matter?”

  It’s hard to talk while I’m sobbing. “Nothing. I just never dreamed any man would ever say anything like that to me. Why, Jaz? Why do you care anything about me?”

  Still stroking my hair, he answers simply, “You’re beautiful. You’re funny. You’re smart. You’re a great cook, and you appreciate my cooking too. You’re as happy with a bottle of beer as with a glass of fine wine. You have great fashion sense, but you’re not out spending like a drunken banker. But you know what the most important thing is about you?” I’m still blubbering as I shake my head. “You love me. And I know that you love me. You don’t just tell me; you show me with everything you do. When you add to that your submission, there’s no man on this earth who’s luckier than I am. I had no idea I could find someone who’d love me the way you do, but every day you let me know that you do, and I love you more than the day before. Kimmie, I don’t think you have any idea what an extraordinary woman you really are.”

  I just can’t stop crying. My heart was so damn broken, and now it’s so amazingly full. If I’d even had the notion to pray for someone, this man would’ve been more than I could’ve ever hoped for. I manage to stutter out, “Jaz, please, please don’t leave me. Please?”

  There’s that rumble in his chest again when he says, “Baby girl, I’m not going anywhere. I don’t think you could get rid of me if you tried. Come on, let’s go to bed. It’s been a long day.”

  With a shudder and a sigh, my tears finally end. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

  “Sure.”

  “How could I make a pair of leathers that would make a guy’s junk look perky?”

  After staring at me for a full fifteen seconds, he starts to howl with laughter. “You’re kidding, right?”

  There’s a huge grin on my face as I answer, “Nope. Got that request today, and I have no idea where to go with it.”

  “Well, seeing as my junk’s still perky,” he gasps, “I have no idea what to tell you!”

  I play-snarl back, “Well, you’re just no help at all.”

  Before I can even shriek, he stands, grabs me up, and throws me over his shoulder, slapping my ass when I come to rest there. “I’ll show you what I’m a great help at!” he bellows as he carries me down the hall.

  I’m kicking my feet and screaming a
nd laughing, “Put me down! Put me down!”

  He drops me across the bed like a giant bag of coffee beans and then braces himself above me. “Want some help?” he growls down at me.

  I’m still laughing like a hyena. “Yes! You can help me all you want. I can use all the help I can get!”

  Like lightning, he strips off my jeans and shoots me a malevolent grin. “Oh, I’m gonna help you, all right. I’m gonna help you until you’re begging me to stop. Get hold of that tee and that pretty, lacy bra that I’m sure I’ll love and get them the hell off, baby girl. That body of yours is mine.”

  “Yes, Master!” I grin and pant. While I take everything off, I watch, delighted, as he does the same, then rolls on a condom. I’ll never get tired of that body, no sir. It’s amazing. Oh, god, I know I’m going to love this. I’m wondering what he’s planning to do and, as usual, he surprises me.

  Two pairs of cuffs. He puts one set on me and the other set on him, then cuffs our hands together so we’re facing each other. Pressing my wrists into the mattress and looming over me, he stares down at me. “Just look into my eyes. Don’t look away. We need to be together in this world, and I want you to know how much I love you.” With no fanfare, no foreplay, no prelude of any kind, he rolls his hips forward and buries himself in me.

  I’ve never seen a more intense pair of eyes as they capture me and hold me hostage. I couldn’t look away if I tried, and yet it’s difficult to keep my gaze locked with his. I’ve always needed clitoral stimulation, but there’s something rising in me that I can’t describe. It’s almost like the whole world has dropped away and it’s only the two of us, our bodies drawn together almost painfully. I feel like an addict waiting for the rush to hit, and I want to wrap my arms around him, but his hands holding my wrists to the mattress trap me there and keep me prisoner. One at a time, he takes a hand from my wrist, presses our palms together, and wraps his fingers through mine. As we continue to stare into each other’s eyes, something amazing happens.