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by Becca Jameson

  As she pressed her cheek to the rough carpet on the bump separating the two halves of the car, she lowered her ass to her heels and clasped her hands behind her back. Her tits hung low enough to drag against the rug, making her nipples pucker farther with every turn and bump in the road.

  Suddenly the car came to an abrupt halt, so sharp she slammed into the back of Theo’s seat and lost her bearings for a moment. Before she could consider what he was up to, he had jumped from the car, yanked the back door open, and slipped a tight blindfold over her eyes.

  She moaned into her panties, shocked by how much her arousal shot up with each horrific action.

  When he grabbed her wrists and wound a rope around them to secure them at her lower back, she squeezed her legs together. This was wrong. She knew it in her brain. But her heart reminded her to trust him. She knew he would never push her farther than she could tolerate. Her only real concern was how embarrassed she would be when it was all over and she had to face how fucking amazingly hot the experience had been.

  She was already so close to the edge she could come easily at a simple command.

  Theo grabbed her roughly around the waist and yanked her out of the car. He stood her on the ground and kneeled at her feet to remove her strappy heels.

  Harsh gravel met her bare feet when she set them down. It stung. And it felt so good at the same time. It grounded her in a way.

  “Do as your told, slut, or suffer the consequences. Got it?”

  She nodded subtly, unable to speak or see.

  He grabbed her shoulders and tugged her forward, nearly dragging her to the rear of the car. The gravel should have hurt more than it did, but her adrenaline was running so high, she could barely feel a thing. She figured the bottoms of her feet would hurt like a son of a bitch tomorrow.

  When he spun her around to face the trunk, he pressed her chest down over the cold metal and pried one of her hands open at the base of her back. He closed her hand once again over a ball of some sort. “This is your safe word, slut. Use it if you need it. If you don’t, I will punish you later.”

  She breathed out a sigh through her nose, half wishing he hadn’t interrupted the erotic scene to insert a safety measure. But she knew him well enough to realize he would never jeopardize their relationship by leaving anything to chance.

  It calmed her, but only for a moment. She squeezed the small ball tight, knowing she would have to concentrate to avoid accidentally dropping it in the heat of the scene.

  Theo leaned over her naked body as she shivered from the cold. He pressed her chest hard into the freezing metal and then tugged her hair to one side and applied enough pressure to one side of her face to almost bruise the other side against the trunk. His mouth was close to her when he spoke again. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you, slut?”

  She didn’t move an inch.

  He lifted her head slightly and then pushed it back against the hard surface just enough to make her pay attention. “Don’t you?” His voice rose.

  She nodded as much as she could under the pressure of his hand on her head.

  “My slut likes to be fucked. Hard.”

  She nodded again as he released her head.

  “Spread your legs wider, slut.”

  She stepped out.

  “Wider,” he yelled as his hand landed on her ass with a slap so hard he startled her.

  She whimpered behind the gag, her pussy flooding once again. She knew her wetness would soon be running all the way down her leg, and again she felt a level of shame at how much he aroused her and the fact that he would soon have evidence of this.

  He grabbed her ass cheeks roughly and spread them open. “You like this, don’t you, slut? You like being put on display, not knowing who might be watching your naked body.”

  She shivered.

  He was right. She had no idea where they were or who might be a captive audience. She could hear nothing. And honestly, she didn’t care if the entire neighborhood watched her as long as he fucked her soon and let her come. She craved the thickness of his cock filling her like never before.

  His hand landed on her ass again, harder than the last time, right at the juncture of her thighs.

  She jerked forward.

  “Stay still, slut.”

  When he grabbed her hair and yanked her head back, she sucked in a deep breath and then held it. He pressed his body between her legs, his cock, completely free of his pants, lodging between her cheeks. He wrapped his free hand around her neck and squeezed just enough to send her into a mild panic.

  He hadn’t used a breath choke or a blood choke on her since the one instance months ago, before she’d left him for Atlanta. But his fingers gripping her around the neck felt amazing.

  She was shameless, but she couldn’t stop. She loved it. Loved him. Loved the way his face had looked as he pounded into her and held her neck in a chokehold, though never pressing hard enough to hurt her. Would he hurt her now? She knew he wouldn’t do anything permanent, but he’d also never left marks on her where people could see them. If he bruised her neck, she would wear his mark like a badge of pride, and she half-willed him to do just that.

  Suddenly, he released her neck and settled her cheek against the trunk again. “My slut is so kinky,” he commented. “I love it.”

  He slipped one hand between her legs and thrust several fingers into her pussy without warning.

  She squeezed her eyes shut behind the blindfold and told herself not to come.

  “Don’t you dare come without permission, slut.” His words were choppy as he continued to finger fuck her, harder and faster. “So wet. Always ready for me. So needy. My cunt is always tight and hot and willing.”

  He wasn’t wrong. She couldn’t remember the last time she hadn’t been instantly wet in his presence.

  And then his cock was at her entrance. He slammed into her so hard she lifted onto her tiptoes to accommodate his height better.

  He wrapped his hands around her thighs, spread them wide, and lifted them completely off the ground.

  Her breasts ached at the added pressure on her chest against the trunk of the car. She should have been shivering from the cold, but instead, she was hornier than hell.

  “I’m not going to last, slut. You are far too sexy to hold back. But you don’t have permission to come. Are we clear?” He spoke as he fucked her, never slowing his rhythm as he grunted out some of the words.

  She nodded against the trunk and bit on the gag harder to keep her mind off how good it felt to have him inside her suspended body. She had no traction at all, her face and chest were the only parts of her touching the car, and without him gripping her thighs, she would slide forward.

  Theo fucked her relentlessly, but not for long. Just when she thought she wouldn’t be able to hold back a second more, he pulled out and spanked her hard several times.

  She found herself so startled and disoriented, it became easier to keep the orgasm at bay.

  And then he was back, his body between her legs, his hands holding her thighs open wider, painfully far apart. When he thrust forward again, he entered her ass instead of her pussy.

  She yelped around her panties, the pain of him entering her with no preparation almost too much. His cock was covered with her own juices, but she hadn’t engaged in enough ass play yet to fully accommodate him without stretching first.

  The burn was intense, and as she grew accustomed to it enough for the pain to switch to pleasure, Theo thrust in one last time and emptied himself into her ass.

  She wanted to scream from the frustration. She gripped the walls of her pussy as tight as she could, trying to milk at nothing. If only she could press her clit into the cold trunk… But she didn’t have the space.

  Theo pulled out when he was spent. He yanked the rope from her wrists hastily, with enough pressure to bruise them. And then he yanked her panties out of her mouth, flipped her onto her back, and spun her body until she was sideways on the trunk of her car.

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bsp; She gasped for oxygen through her mouth, not uttering a single sound.

  “Hands above your head, slut. I’m going to suck your cunt. If you can keep your hands high and your mouth quiet, I’ll let you come. If you make a single peep or move your hands, I will stop and leave you needy. Are we clear?”

  She nodded, not willing to risk using her voice.

  He grabbed her thighs again, spread her open wide, and pressed his entire face into her pussy. His tongue thrust into her so quickly she shot to the edge in an instant. When he surrounded her clit with his lips next and sucked hard, she bucked her torso into his face.

  She wanted this moment to last longer. But there was no stopping it.

  She shattered into his mouth without warning. Warm come spurted from her pussy and ran down between her legs as the pulsing continued for longer than she’d ever experienced.

  Her Master continued suckling her for several minutes, bringing her to the edge and letting her down over and over again. Finally, he kissed her pussy reverently and drew back. “That’s my good little brat. I’m so proud of you.” He was back to calling her his brat.

  Her body shook, the cold air penetrating.

  Theo hauled her limp frame until she was seated on the edge of the trunk with her face pressed into his bare chest. He tore the blindfold from her head and kissed her temple. “That’s my girl. I’m so proud of you.”

  She tried to control her tears, not wanting to let her emotions get the best of her.

  And losing.

  Instead of commenting on her emotional state, Theo lifted her off the car and set her on her feet on the gravel. She glanced around for just a moment to see they were in a deserted parking lot behind a run-down business of some sort. No one was in sight.

  “Lower to your knees, brat.” He said it softly, almost sweetly.

  A smile curved up the corners of her lips at his abrupt change in play.

  The gravel hurt her knees much worse than the soles of her feet.

  He wrapped a hand around the base of her neck and tipped her head so she was looking toward the ground. “Don’t move.”

  She stared at the rough rocks beneath her, gritting back the pain in her knees while loving the sharp way the gravel kept her from slipping even farther into subspace. Perhaps that was his intention. He didn’t want her to slip from consciousness yet. He wasn’t done with her.

  He reached into the back seat of the car at her side and grabbed his jeans. A second later, he returned and pressed his belly against the crown of her head. He brushed her hair away from her neck so that it fell to either side of her face, curtaining her. And then something cold landed on the base of her neck.

  He held it there and hesitated. “You’ll wear my collar now, brat. I’ve never been more proud of you. You’ll wear this collar as a symbol of your devotion to me at all times when you are in our home or at the club. When you are out in the general public, I will swap the collar for a chain that will remind you who is your Master.”

  His words penetrated her mind slowly. Tears filled her eyes as he wrapped the wide leather band around her neck, stepping back enough to buckle it just tight enough to serve as a permanent reminder of her ownership.

  And then he hauled her to her feet and lifted her chin with his fingers to gaze into her eyes. “You’ve made me the happiest man alive. Please accept this collar as a symbol of my devotion to your care and well-being. Trust me to know your limits and always push them to the edge of your comfort zone. Know that I will always cherish you and care for you.” His gaze was intense as he stared into her watery eyes.

  When he finished speaking, her tears flowed more freely, running down her cheeks. He tenderly kissed her forehead and then pressed her face against his chest.

  “Thank you, Master,” was all she managed to mumble.

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  Theo watched her touch the collar with reverence. Several minutes ticked by while he waited for her to wrap her head around everything he’d put her through in the last hour. It wasn’t that his actions were a test. He simply wanted to give her the world, and he’d known deep inside, though she would never voice her needs, she craved a rape-play scene. To do this for her would be the perfect precursor to collaring his little brat. Finally, he released her and leaned back a few inches to see her eyes again. “Are you happy, sweetheart?”

  She smiled broadly. “Yes. More than I ever thought I could be.”

  “Have you figured out your hard limits yet?”

  She laughed. “Obviously not. I just let you pretend to rape me.”

  He shook his head. “No. You trusted me to give you what you want.”

  “Is it bad that I liked it?”

  “Of course not. What you want, what you need, you can’t be ashamed about any of that. I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about the non-con stuff. Not like this anyway.”

  She lifted her head. “You liked it too?”

  “I liked that you gave me that kind of power. I liked that you trusted me and you wanted it. It was like you wanted to give me part of yourself, but you didn’t know how. So you just let me take it.”

  She wrapped her arms around him, and he cradled her. “Yes. I didn’t know anything before I met you. But you’ve always known. You’ve always figured out how to bring me out of myself without all the other stuff. Without all the shame and unworthiness.”

  “I love you, sweetheart. That’s really all it took. I love you enough to want to find out all the parts of you. To want to discover you.” He tapped the collar. “For a long time.”

  She grinned and pressed a deep kiss to his lips, tracing her tongue over his lips until he let her in and drank from her. She pulled back and smiled again. “Forever.”

  “Yes, my love. Forever.”

  About the Author

  Becca Jameson lives in Atlanta, GA, with her husband and two kids. After years of editing, she is now a full-time author. With over 25 best-selling books written, she has dabbled in a variety of genres, ranging from paranormal to contemporary to BDSM. She loves chatting with fans, so feel free to contact her through e-mail, Facebook, or her website.

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  Paige Michaels writes contemporary erotic romance. She’s visited five continents and is the proud winner of Miss Applegate’s third grade snow poem contest. When not writing, she makes collages of B-list celebrities and pretends she can cook.

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