“Her Master’s Kiss 4”
Vivien Sparx
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One.
His fingers were like the touch of a feather; a kiss against the tanned skin of her shoulders, and behind Renee’s closed eyes she marveled at how a man as strong as Stefan could caress her with such gentle delicacy.
“Renee,” he began and then stopped. There was a smile – a secret womanly smile on her lips – lips that were parted and moist, and her breasts beneath the fabric of the dress rose with the quick intake of her breath.
She opened her eyes slowly, hooded, but sparkling blue in the bright morning light through the bedroom curtains.
His hands went from her shoulders to her face, tracing the arch of her eyebrows with his fingertips and then wrapped themselves in the blonde tangles of her hair as he gloated on every aspect of her beauty, the way a man marvels at a fine work of art. She seemed so delicate – so fragile. Her loveliness awed him, and he was afraid he might hurt her.
She felt his hands still, and she widened her eyes and gazed into his.
“Keep going,” she murmured. “Don’t stop.” She leaned back a little and Stefan felt her fingers unbuttoning his shirt. One of her hands slipped within the opening, and her flattened palm stroked the muscles of his chest. She shivered, her senses sparked by the erotic delight. It had been so long…
“You’re so hard,” she whispered. “So strong. I’ve missed this so much, Stefan.”
He made a hungry growling noise in the back of his throat that sent a delicious tingle down Renee’s spine. She eagerly began to fumble at more of his shirt buttons but he stiffened suddenly and his hands caught her wrists.
“Not now,” he said softly. “We need to go to Bishop’s Bridge. The shops…”
“It’s morning,” Renee purred. “The shops will be open all day. Stefan, I need this more.”
He shook his head, gazing into her eyes.
Renee’s expression became determined. “Stefan, I’m pregnant, not breakable.”
She lunged forward, capturing his mouth with hers and her kiss was fierce with passion that had been left untended for too long. Her lips melted against his, sensing the reluctance but smothering him with the soft sensual slide of her tongue inside his mouth, until she felt him beginning to respond as his instincts took charge of his reactions. Renee felt his grip on her wrists loosen and she slid her hands down his shirt and rested them on Stefan’s hips.
She leaned back again suddenly and her eyes were darkened with her desire. She was panting; soft breathless little gasps.
“I’m flesh and blood,” Renee whispered, and there was a throaty tone of lust in her voice. “I want what you want. I need what you need.” She slid one hand across the front of Stefan’s trousers, feeling the swelling hardness of him and she took the lobe of his ear between her teeth and nibbled softly. “You’ve made me wait so long,” she moaned softly. “I need you, Stefan. I need you to see me as a woman, and to want me the way a man wants his woman.”
The sound of her whispers sent a shudder through Stefan. He could feel the tingles at the nape of his neck and despite the strength of his willpower he felt his hardness suddenly leap against the fabric of his trousers at the brush of Renee’s encouraging fingers.
He pulled away, but the temptation was like torture.
“It’s not safe,” he said. “What about the baby?”
“What about me?” Renee felt her frustration rising but she forced down the harshness so that her voice sounded as a plea. “My body’s sensitive, Stefan. There are places that are aching to be touched and kissed and sucked… places that you used to take and demand, and that now you ignore.”
Stefan sighed. “I’m not ignoring you, Renee,” he said suddenly. “God, knows I want you. This is just as frustrating for me.”
“Then prove it,” Renee dared him. “Stop being such an old-fashioned gentleman. There’s a time for that, Stefan, but this isn’t it. This is the time for lust.”
She felt the buttons at the front of her dress beneath her fingers and she slipped the top one open. She did it with her eyes locked on Stefan’s face, and then she unfastened her bra, drawing back her shoulders so that her breasts swelled out as more buttons were undone. Then Renee shrugged aside the straps and the dress fell like a curtain to the bedroom floor.
Stefan took her carefully in his arms, something precious, and he became acutely aware of the silkiness of her skin under his hands. She seemed to soften, and her body shaped itself against his own. He could feel the planes of her back and the ridge of her spine like polished beads as his fingertips began to trace the flesh down towards the divide of her tightly clenched bottom.
He lowered his head as she lifted her chin and their mouths came together. Her lips were soft and wet and he felt the heat rising in them as they parted, moist and sweet, as Renee moaned and made small gasping sounds of encouragement.
He broke the kiss suddenly and bowed his head to the silky sheen of her breasts. She arched her back in a slow voluptuous movement, and with one hand guided him to her nipple. When she felt his lips, gentle and tugging, she gasped aloud and clawed the fingernails of her other hand into his shoulder, like a cat reacting to a caress. She began to shake, the tremors starting in her legs and shuddering up to the heat between her thighs. Renee felt her hips begin to undulate, responding with an instinctive, primitive need for her man’s attention.
When she could take no more, Renee pulled his mouth away. Then she moved his head to her other breast and guided the hardened nipple between his lips. Again, she gasped as Stefan sucked.
She groped for one of his hands and pressed it against the heat of her body. Warm wetness coated Stefan’s fingers as they began to explore and feel within the folds of her. His mouth came away from her breast and he murmured, “When did you take off your panties?” Renee wrapped her fingers into his hair and guided him back to her stiffened nipple.
“When you were shaving,” she panted softly. “When I decided I was going to seduce you.”
Stefan’s fingertips slid back and forth against the cleft of Renee’s sex, tracing the shape of her body and teasing the warm wetness of her across the sensitive bud. Renee clenched her teeth and threw back her head, her whole body tensing for a moment as she arched and stiffened. She could feel the sensations as the aroused flesh began to throb. Her breath caught in the back of her throat as Stefan’s cunning touch teased and tormented her closer to the edge of release.
Renee’s fingers clenched in his hair, and her other hand went down between her legs, covering his hand, guiding and encouraging. She tried to force his probing touch deeper but he refused her stubbornly, and the anticipation was maddening. She felt herself teetering, and she parted her legs. Finally Stefan slipped one long finger deep within Renee and felt her body clench instinctively. She groaned again.
“Please…!”
Renee bucked her hips, grinding herself down onto Stefan’s hand. He flattened his palm against her body and then slid a second finger deep within her. Renee’s mouth fell open into a silent ‘O’.
Her eyes fluttered – and then suddenly she was crashing over the edge and tumbling blissfully into a dark void, as small flashes of colored light exploded behind her eyes. Her body convulsed, her hips writhing against the pressure of Stefan’s palm, and the thrill rippled through her until her legs went suddenly weak and she had to slump against Stefan’s chest for support.
She was panting – ragged breaths of release and relief. Stefan could feel the racing beat of her heart and he held her gently, and stroked her hair. Renee shuddered again as the lingering sensations of her orgasm began to melt and then finally fade. She sighed contentedly.
“Better?” Stefan murmured. There was a soft smile on his lips.
“Yes,” Renee said quietly. “For now…”
She looked up into his eyes and then kissed him again, this time more gently, her own need no longer urgent. “But when we get back from Bishop’s Bridge, I’m going to want more. You can’t start something like that without intending to finish the task, Stefan.”
Renee smiled, but the curl at the corner of her lips was sly and seductive. Her hand drifted down lightly to rub at the hardened bulge within Stefan’s trousers.
Stefan held his breath and closed his eyes. Then he felt Renee moving, and for an instant he thought she was falling. His eyes flew open in a split-second of fear and alarm – and then he realized she was lowering herself down onto the edge of the mattress, her free hand at his hips, dragging him with her.
“Come to me,” she whispered. “Remember how you used me for this kind of pleasure all the time?”
“I remember,” Stefan said. His voice was tight with the effort of restraint.
Renee pressed her hand against the hardened heat of him. “Well sometimes I miss that. I miss the way you used to take me for your pleasure and the way you disciplined me when I was a naughty girl. I miss the way you looked at me, Stefan – and I miss being on my knees obeying your commands.”
Stefan frowned. “I thought we were happy…?”
“We are,” Renee’s laugh tinkled lightly. “I’m just saying that sometimes I need to be reminded of the man I was attracted to. Now you’re attractive to me in so many different ways, but sometimes I wish you would let yourself go and act on impulse. There’s nothing wrong with a little bit of animal lust once in a while. You don’t always have to be in control of your instincts.”
As they had talked, Renee had drawn him closer to the bed. She leaned forward and licked her lips.
“Renee… it’s not necessary…”
She looked up at him and tilted her head to the side curiously. “Really?” She rubbed him again and reached for the buckle of his trousers, and then she giggled playfully as his manhood leaped and clenched. “I think it is.”
She drew down his zipper and stroked the hot hardened shaft in her hand. Her fingers grazed the sensitive skin, feeling the veins and ridges of his length, and her tongue flicked out to lick at the engorged swollen bulge of his erection. She made a soft happy sound in the back of her throat, pressing her lips against the warmth of his flesh and humming so a tiny tremor of vibrations made him tingle.
Despite himself, Stefan drew in an urgent breath. Renee’s other hand reached down and cupped the weight of him in her palm as she lightly stroked the swollen shaft. Then she licked her lips with wanton enthusiasm and opened her mouth.
Renee took Stefan all the way between her wide open lips until she felt the tip of him pressing against the back of her throat. She held him there for a moment, becoming accustomed again to the size of him and then began to massage the underside of his shaft with the flattened roughness of her tongue. Stefan screwed his eyes tightly shut, standing before her with his legs spread and his fists tightly bunched as the sensations began to overwhelm him.
It had been too long.
Renee parted her legs and drew him closer to her. Her mouth began to slide up and down his length, coating it slick and slippery, and leaving a faint smudge of her lipstick. When only the swollen crown of him was between her lips, her tongue began to flicker in frenzied little circles, and her eyes began to water. She looked up – saw the fierce clench of Stefan’s jaw and the way his body was tensed – and she groaned so that the vibrations of the sound added to his pleasure.
Stefan’s release began as a warm simmering sensation that grew quickly, burning like fire as Renee’s mouth sucked and slid faster and faster up and down his length. He looked down at her bobbing head, the bouncing golden tangle of her hair, and then finally he could resist not a moment longer. He buried his hands in her curls, clenching tight so that his fingers clamped around the shape of her head – holding her face still and beginning to thrust and buck his hips.
Renee’s mouth seemed to melt. He felt the tension ease from her body and she became malleable to him; giving herself joyously to become what he wanted – what he needed.
Stefan grunted, his eyes sparkling and darkening almost to black. Memories and long-forgotten instincts rose in his mind as he began to work himself deeper inside Renee’s mouth. Renee heard him growl lustily and her own eyes widened in delight. The change in him was miraculous. Gone was all the hesitation and reluctance. Gone was all the mannered caution and the protective concern.
Her Master was back!
Just when she thought he was on the brink of his release, Stefan suddenly withdrew himself from her mouth. Renee licked her lips; the taste of him was on her tongue and her lips were soft and puffy from the way he had used her.
“Stroke me!” he demanded, and her hand went to the last few inches of his length, fluttering quickly like a shuttle on a loom, faster and faster, her grip firm and practiced.
“Open your mouth!”
Renee obeyed instantly. She licked her lips again and then her tongue came out of her mouth in anticipation. She guided Stefan towards her and waited for the first hot gush of his seed.
For long seconds nothing seemed to happen. Stefan’s legs began to tremble, and he came up onto his toes. His body felt on fire. The delayed sensation was a few moments of exquisite pleasurable pain – and then suddenly he was growling and erupting and shuddering all in the same orgasmic instant.
Renee felt the warm flood across her tongue and her chin and her cheek as Stefan erupted once, and then once more. She took him deep inside her mouth and clamped her lips tight until the last of Stefan’s pulsing tremors had subsided and he was finally still. Then she looked up into his eyes. His face was contorted, his breath sawed across his throat. She waited until he was looking down at her, and then she let him slide from between her lips and began to scoop the spill of his orgasm from her chin and suck it provocatively off her fingers and into her mouth.
Stefan reeled away, slumped against a wall. He was breathing hard, but the blaze of passion was gone from his eyes now.
“Are you all right?” he asked softly. “I wasn’t too rough was I?”
Renee sighed contentedly and smiled. “Not at all,” she said. “In fact you reminded me of something I thought I was in danger of forgetting.”
Stefan tidied his clothes and looked up, his expression curious. “What was that?”
“How much I love my husband,” Renee admitted, “…and how desperately I still need my man and my Master.”
Two.
They drove to Bishop’s Bridge in sunshine, warm light filtering through the treetops and dappling shadows across the grey tarmac. Renee sat with her hands in her lap, watching the road ahead and Stefan stole glances at her as he set the car into a series of winding curves through the forest. There was a soft happy smile on her lips.
“You’ll need a new car,” Stefan said.
Renee nodded and smiled into his face. “A station wagon?”
“Or maybe an SUV.”
Renee frowned. “I don’t like those things. I’d feel like I was driving an armored truck.”
Stefan made a face. “Safety, Renee. Think about baby Storm. Don’t you want all the protection you can get when you’re driving? There are too many
accidents on the road not to ignore the possibility.”
Renee frowned again. She shrugged, and Stefan decided to let the subject go. He’d already decided on updating Renee’s little hatchback to an SUV, but he sensed this wasn’t the time to make the matter an issue. He turned the discussion to happier matters.
“So… do you know what you want to buy when we reach the baby store?”
Suddenly Renee was more animated. She rested one hand on her stomach and patted softly. “Well all the magazine articles publish these long lists of baby essentials. It’s mind-numbing, and I don’t really know what’s necessary and what’s not. I’m hoping there will be someone at the store to help me.”
Stefan nodded thoughtfully. “We also need to think about what you want in the downstairs family room. Once I finish painting this afternoon, it will be ready to furnish.”
Renee smiled again. “At last.”
The previous months had been a nightmare of insurance companies, tradesmen, tools and timber. Apart from needing the front room re-built after Larry Madden had broken into the home, Stefan and Master Peter had also labored for long hours to dismantle the downstairs discipline room, and convert the bedroom Tink had lived in into a nursery.
The house smelled of timber and fresh paint, but at last, Renee sensed the upheaval was all coming to an end. Finally their lives were settling down.
And not a moment too soon. She knew that the next three months leading up to the birth of the baby would be filled with their own anxieties… and nervous anticipation.
The nursery was a wonder of white and pink; soft plush curtains across the picture windows and delicate borders around the walls. The entire room had been remodeled, and Stefan had spent endless hours each evening sanding and staining the dark timber doors of the wardrobe and skirting boards. All that was missing was a cradle and clothes.
The downstairs room was like a huge cave without the bondage and discipline equipment to fill it. Peter and Stefan had fitted two windows to the eastern wall and re-built the staircase. Now it only needed a final coat of paint and their house would be a home again.
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