by Christy Poff
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Reed pulled his Jag up to a spot in front of the huge centuries’ old house located in what is present day Fairmount Park. Because it had remained in the hands of the original Carrington family, they could remain living there only if blood relatives or other definite family members retained ownership. They could not, by some long-forgotten agreement with a fledgling Fairmount Park Commission in 1951, sell it to anyone other than blood relatives. Being on the national historical register worked in his favor as well because he could keep everything the way it had always been—private.
He ran over to her car, opening the door to help her out. Before he knew what he was doing, his lips covered hers, his tongue dancing with hers. Her arms went around his neck, his body pressing hers against her car. She slid her leg along the length of his, his hand slipping under her thigh to support her.
She broke the kiss long enough to catch her breath. The moment she threw her head back, he laved her neck tracing it to her shoulders. Her breathing heavy, the mere rise and fall of her breasts in the moonlight aroused him more.
"Reed,” she gasped.
Reed couldn't answer her, his emotions taking over and driving him. His hand slid under her jacket then up her side. He slid his fingertip inside her halter, tracing the side of her extremely firm breast. Her contented moan sent him further out of control.
He felt her trying to unbutton his shirt but he had her sandwiched firmly between his body and the car. He drew back enough to give her room to pull his shirt out of his pants and finish moving it out of her way.
"Reed, unhook the halter and take it off."
"Gladly, ma'am,” he said, obeying her. Moments later, he gazed at the beauty of her breasts, the ones he'd spent the evening imagining what they'd be like.
She arched back, Reed taking her pierced nipples and expertly teasing them. She gasped again, holding his head closer.
"My God, Reed,” she cried out. “I've..."
"I know, neither have I,” he said. “Please, tell me what to do."
"Take me inside, strip me naked and..."
Reed picked her up, gently putting her over his shoulder and carried her into the house. He no sooner closed the door and put her down than he obeyed. He stripped her naked then pressed her body against the door. Holding her in place, her legs around his waist, he removed his jacket and shirt then undid his belt, dropping his pants.
"Sexy."
"Only off duty."
"Good."
He smiled, finally out of his clothes with Chelsea still wound around him. He kissed her again, his fingertip teasing her clit and finding her ready for him. He slid her onto his waiting cock, her overheated body caressing it. As it swelled more, she tensed, a breath escaping when Ming-toi howled.
"What..."
"My Siamese cat."
"Oh,” she said, relaxing but not for long. His tongue played with her nipple piercing, sending Chelsea soaring. “Oh!"
Reed thrust into her slowly while needing to make it as pleasurable as possible for her. Her tiny whimpers told him what she wanted from him.
"Forgive me if I hurt you,” he begged, thrusting into her harder. He pounded her pussy with his cock, Chelsea begging for more. In a frenzied moment, he quickly carried her to the stairway, his intention to take her to bed but he never made it. Gently putting her down on one of the wide, plushly carpeted steps, he pried her legs apart and continued fucking her.
Chelsea grabbed the banister to her right, an upper step to her left, needing something to hold onto. He grabbed her hips, pulling her tight while he thrust harder. He cried out when his cock exploded within her, filling her with the essence of his soul.
She pushed her body up, her eyes meeting his.
"Swear your submission to me and I will..."
"Yes, Chelsea, yes, I'll swear anything. Tell me what you want from me."
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Chapter 3
Chelsea Strawbridge had found everything she'd ever wanted in a lover and more in Reed Carrington. Reed had sent her to heaven and when she came back down to earth, he'd send her soaring again.
After he'd finally gotten her to his bed, he'd thrust his hard cock into her pussy. She curled around him, needing contact with him. Never had she felt like this—even with Eva. Every nerve ending tingled and with each thrust, fireworks went off in her mind.
"Reed!"
"Yes?"
"Your first command from me if I'm to be your Dominant is to never stop fucking me like this."
"I can definitely do that."
"Good,” she purred, pulling his face to meet hers. Their lips met, her tongue exploring his mouth. They rolled over, Chelsea on top. The kiss overwhelming them both, she moved up and down on his cock, bringing him to the edge where she left him emotionally teetering. Feeling him swollen inside her drove her faster. She drew back, gasping. His teeth tugging the nipple rings made her cry out and beg for more.
"I want you, Chelsea, any way I can have you. I want you so much, I can't handle it."
"Reed, don't stop what you're doing."
"I won't."
She felt his fingertip teasing her clit while she took him once again. The heat built between them, Reed fueling her inner fires to even greater heights. The more he teased her sensitive nipples, the more she wanted him.
When he filled her, she screamed his name. Gasping for breath, her body shook while an overpowering orgasm ripped through her.
"Mistress, I need you."
"I need you, too,” Chelsea gasped.
"You will not hesitate to use a flogger, will you?"
"If using one makes you even better than this, I'll use it often."
Chelsea noticed the mention of her using a flogger on him made his cock swell even more. She'd never met anyone who had this kind of reaction to a toy like Reed had. She knew she'd never risk losing him.
Reed pulled her tight to his body, her pussy caressing his balls. He enjoyed a good length, touching places within her never before touched. Without thought, her hands went to her breasts, her fingers playing with the gold rings. The myriad of sensations going through her caused her to renew her frantic pace on his cock.
Chelsea gazed into Reed's beautiful blue eyes and saw into his soul. She saw hurt and happiness and the overpowering need to keep his true life private. She learned more about him in a few moments than she could have learned in a lifetime and she felt an all-encompassing need to protect him, whether it be from the world or Little Miss Riding Crop.
She cried out, her body once again out of control. Spent, she fell to him, his arms wrapping around her like a cocoon.
"Are you all right?” he asked, then kissed her hair.
"Better than I've been for a long, long time."
"Good,” he said. “I feel the same way."
Chelsea smiled, pushing up to look at him.
"Reed, I want to be your Dominant,” she stated. “Hell, I need to do this. Will you accept this from now on?"
"Yes,” he said without hesitation.
"How will you handle this when you give the orders at your job?"
"I know the difference."
"Then some ground rules,” she began. “First, this is only between us and when we're alone. I am not one for public displays of my dominance. Although at the inn, I wanted you to do..."
"Why didn't you say something?"
"It was way too early."
"Why do you think we had the porch to ourselves?"
"You devil..."
"Only for you."
She smiled then placed her fingertip on his lips. Cautiously, he took her finger into his mouth, sucking on it.
"Second,” she gasped, “as your Dom, it is up to me to look out for your needs. It's up to me to protect you. I swear, in doing this, I won't take away your life outside of our relationship. I won't interfere with your job or your friends unless they threaten you in an adverse way. That sounds confusing and I know I'm screwing this up but..."
"I understand,” he said quietly.
"Third, you will call me Mistress."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Now, show me this grand old house and the secrets it holds."
"Yes, Mistress,” he said. “Do you want a shirt to wear?"
"Is there anyone beside the cat in the house?"
"No, Mistress."
"Then we'll tour this grand estate naked."
"Yes, Mistress,” he said enthusiastically.
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Reed loved the idea of showing her the house wearing nothing at all. Being close to her like this made him feel whole, a feeling he'd not experienced for a long, long time. In each room, she commanded him to do something and he did it without thinking. In the kitchen, she had him put her on the marble countertop of the island workspace then tongue fuck her.
"You will have the urge to let your cock have satisfaction but you will deny yourself the pleasure until I allow it."
"Yes, Mistress,” he said, laving her clit with long sensuous strokes.
Her body trembled, Reed seeing her fingers curl around the edge of the counter. Suddenly, he drove his tongue deep into her pussy, drinking from her. Her body bucked, Reed's tongue remaining inside her.
"My God, Reed,” she cried out, Reed smiling. He'd always enjoyed oral sex but never as much as with Chelsea. She tasted sweet, her scent unique and intoxicating. He felt her fingers snaking through his hair before pressing his face closer. She cried out again, her need for him evident.
"Mistress."
"Stand up,” she said, Reed obeying. “Get me off of the counter and then stand with your feet apart, hands behind you."
Chelsea smiled, Reed seeing her gaze travel over his body.
"This is the position you will take when I want you to present your gorgeous body to me. Your hands will always be high in case I want to smack your equally gorgeous ass."
"Yes, Mistress,” he said, then gulped. Those words sent shock waves though him and his cock swelled, throbbing impatiently while needing to be buried deep within Chelsea's body.
She walked behind him, her gaze burning his skin.
Smack!
He felt her hands massage his skin seconds before he felt the sting of her hand slapping the other side of his ass.
"Amazing,” she commented, repeating the process.
"Thank you, Mistress,” he gasped. My God, this is...
"Reed?"
"Mistress?"
"Are you all right?"
"Never better, Mistress. Your touch is very arousing."
"So I've noticed,” she said, kneeling in front of him. She took his cock deep into her throat and went down on him. The feel of her tongue caressing his cock while her lips and hands sent scorching heat through his balls forced more shock waves through him.
He wanted to pound his cock into her but held back, knowing she'd tell him what she wanted. He felt the heat intensify as her feverish pace quickened. He held his reaction though his hands clenched into fists behind him. At the moment he felt the edge of his emotions threaten to leave him, he felt her slap his ass. Unbelievably aroused, his cock swelled more. Another slap, Reed's knees threatened to fail him.
"Come for me, Reed."
Her quiet command sent him into a new world. His release exploded from him into her mouth and when he thought he had no more left to give her, she slapped him again. Reed's cock swelled and she took him again. This time, Reed dropped to his knees, no longer able to stand on his own.
"I'm sorry, Mistress."
"Don't be,” Chelsea said. “You have no idea how pleased I am."
She kissed him then said the words that would change his life forever.
"I, Chelsea, am your Dominant as you are my submissive. I gladly take you as my property which I will care for and protect in every way."
"I gladly submit to you, Mistress, in any and every way I can."
"Outstanding."
"Mistress?"
"Yes?"
"I think I love you."
"I know I love you, Reed. You are my perfection."
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Reed's cell buzzed around four.
"Yeah?” he answered.
"Hey, remember we're all going to The Lagoon tonight."
"What time?” he asked, trying to wake up. He smiled when Chelsea curled against him.
"Eight?"
"Fine."
"Bring a date."
"If I can find one."
"Look, I know you had one last night. Bring her with."
"We'll see, Dan,” Reed said. “See ya later."
He ended the call and put his phone in the drawer of the nightstand. Chelsea stirred more.
"Who was that?” she asked sleepily.
"My lieutenant."
"And?"
"The guys want to take me out to celebrate my promotion."
"When?"
"In about four hours,” he said. “He wants me to bring you along."
"And?"
"Would you want to? I mean..."
"Why not? Where?"
"The Lagoon."
"I've been there."
"But..."
"What's wrong?"
"I've never done this,” he said. “I've always kept my..."
"It's time you went out with someone and enjoyed going out with your friends. I know you want to protect your privacy but if I'm to be your Dominant, then we'll have to be a little more obvious. I'll be with you to calm your tortured soul if you need me to."
"Or I can tie my mistress to the bed so I can go out for one drink and come back to you."
"What has you so scared?"
"I lost one girl to a guy who married her and..."
"I'm not going anywhere. I swore an oath to you I do not intend to break."
"What about Lynne?"
"Don't worry about her. We'll take her on together."
"I don't want you hurt."
"I won't be, I promise. Now, I command you to fuck me and do not hold anything back."
"And if I do?"
"I'll punish you."
"Would Mistress do me a favor?"
"What?"
"Tie me up. I have ties in the closet..."
"Get them,” she said. “I want to feast my eyes on your tight ass."
Reed got out of bed, his cock impatiently throbbing with the need to have her pussy or her sweet lips caressing him. He grabbed a handful of ties from his tie hangar and brought them back to her.
Chelsea took them then led him to the foot of the four-poster bed. She faced him toward the bed, his cock resting just above the mattress.
"I love high beds like this,” she commented. She tied each hand to a post then came up behind him running her long fingernails up and down his back.
"Tell me about the scars."
"I got burned on a training exercise,” he said when her fingers brushed over his neck.
"And this one?” she asked when she touched one on his lower back.
"Stab wound."
"How?” she asked.
"We ran an engine assist on a medical emergency. I helped to hold the patient down so the medics could treat him and his mother stabbed me."
"My God,” she gasped.
"I spent a week in the hospital because she nicked a bleeder then several weeks more trying to come to grips with the incident. Dan helped me a lot on that one."
"I want to meet him."
"You will if you go with me tonight."
Smack.
"That's for doubting my feelings for you."
Smack.
"That's for getting hurt."
Smack.
"That's because I love seeing your cock grow more aroused."
Smack.
Reed's entire body shook. He felt ready to release every bit of his seed, his stamina unable to control his natural reactions.
"If you come without permission, I'll make Riding Crop look tame,” she said quietly, hearing his groan.
"Mistre
ss, do what needs to be done."
She smiled then eased onto the bed in front of him. With feline movements, she crawled to him, taking his cock deep in her throat. She gazed up the length of his body seeing the torment on his face. Slowly, she drew back and teased his head with her tongue.
"Tell me how you feel."
"I want to explode."
"Not yet,” she said. “We must build your stamina up because I don't like quickies."
"Anything, Mistress."
She took him again, quickening her pace. She felt his hands fight the ties binding him to the bed.
"Now,” she said quietly before taking him deep once more.
Reed's cock exploded, his body shaking from the orgasm. When he'd given her every drop of his essence, he rued not having more. He threw his head back, gasping when velvet heat sucked his cock again. Balls deep inside Chelsea's amazing body, he prayed he wouldn't let her down.
"Fuck me, slave,” she commanded. Reed groaned and did everything he could to please her. She pulled him closer, her smacks on his ass driving him faster. He obeyed her, filling her pussy with his entire being. He held back his groans, needing her to tell him what to do.
With him still inside her overheated body, Chelsea easily sat up, her legs wrapped around him holding him tight against her. She pulled him into a kiss and let a tiny moan slip out.
Reed's cock grew inside her, its impatient throb sending more heat through her.
"Do it,” she said.
"Yes, Mistress,” Reed cried out, thrusting into her while her body curled around him like one of his uniform shirts.
"Come,” she whispered, Reed obeying.
He filled her again, feeling hotter than he'd ever felt at any multi-alarm fire he'd ever responded to. Beads of sweat ran along his body, Reed unsure if they came from him, her, or both of them.
Chelsea cried out, falling back on the bed. He gazed at her, watching the last remnants of the orgasm travel through her. His legs failed him, the ties helping to support the weight of his weak body.
She saw what happened and, drawing back, she rose to her knees and released him, his body falling into her arms.
"I'm sorry,” he gasped.
"For what?” she asked, surprised.
"For not being stronger."
"My God, Reed, you're amazing,” she assured him. “Besides, by the time I'm done with you, your stamina will increase a great deal."
