Hearts Collide

by Masters, Ellie

  He watched her soft breathing and soaked up the moment. Her hands tucked beneath her cheek eliciting fantasies of binding her wrists together with his belt, or lengths of silk. Eventually, cuffs would adorn her wrists on a permanent basis. He would place them there for his pleasure and as a constant reminder for Piper. She would know who she belonged to every moment of every waking day.

  An image of her willingly offering herself skated through his mind and settled deep in his chest with a warmth that filled him from the inside out. To think this lovely thing had been under his nose and he hadn’t known? He had never suspected his spit-fire pixie hid the heart of a sweetly submissive woman deep inside.

  Through the night, he’d taken her twice. Once right after they’d fallen asleep. Her hand had fallen to rest over his groin, stimulating his need and awakening him from sleep fully erect. Her body spread for him, welcoming him into her wet heat, while he chased their release until they came in another tangle of limbs. A few hours before dawn, he’d awoken again, stiff, hard and needy. He’d taken her then, wakening her with the thrust of his cock. Her eyes had widened with surprise, then she’d wrapped her arms around his neck, and her legs around his hips, drawing him in as deep as she could.

  He loved her responsiveness and her willingness to surrender control. They’d collapsed together, breathless and spent, as the first light of dawn brightened the sky. She’d fallen back asleep, blissfully fucked into contented oblivion while he tucked her against his side, needing to cage her in with his body. She was his and he was hers. Their exploration had barely even begun and he already knew their forever stretched out before them.

  He touched her shoulder, not wanting to wake her, but unable to resist the warmth of her skin against his palm. He slid down her curves and kissed her shoulder, nibbling at the softness of her skin. She moved against him, her back arching while her ass pressed against his rigid length.

  “You, Sir, are an insatiable beast.” Her heavy-lidded gaze bounced between open and closed as she lingered on the edge of sleep.

  He wouldn’t allow her much more rest, not with his dick hard and demanding more. Would he ever tire of exploring Piper’s body? He didn’t think that was possible.

  “Hm, I like that,” he said.

  She rolled to her back and stretched, arms going high over her head. One day soon, he would have her wrists bound, her legs tied, and have her completely vulnerable to his every desire. Her cheeks filled with a smile while her eyes opened fully. Tiny wrinkles formed over her forehead as she met his stare.

  “Like what?”

  “You calling me Sir.”

  “Hm, I kind of like it too. It suits you.”

  His heart hammered beneath his breastbone, because he could easily get used to her deference on a permanent basis.

  “How do you feel?” He slid his hand down to cup her mound and pressed his fingers against the folds of her pussy. “Sore?”

  She trembled. “Deliciously sore.”

  The warning he’d given her before they’d begun had been not to expect slow and gentle. He’d taken her with bruising aggression, unable to resist the overwhelming need to take, claim, and mark her as his. He hadn’t marked her yet. Except for a little swelling down below, he’d been careful to leave her skin unmarked.

  “Deliciously?” His aching cock didn’t like that word, not when it pulsed with blatant need.

  “Let’s just say, I’ll probably be walking funny for a week.”

  “Too sore for more?” He slipped a finger into her channel, loving the way her entire body trembled. “Morning sex is the best sex.”

  “Not too sore.” She grinned. “Any sex with you is the best sex, Sir.”

  He stroked her, gliding his finger in and out, teasing her, but moving gently because of his concern over the swelling he did find.

  “You’re wet, pixie.”

  He removed his finger and pressed it to his mouth, sucking at her juices while watching her eyes widen. He’d discovered a wonderful shyness in his fiery pixie. Like nearly every man on the planet with a pulse, Bent enjoyed sex, and he wasn’t shy about talking about it.

  Fame had brought many things to his life, one of which was a thorough education in the female body. He knew what a woman could handle physically before it became too much, and was confident in his skill at returning pleasure a hundred fold.

  Women flocked to his bed, something he had taken advantage of, but he didn’t use them without returning the favor. His frank statements and actions, shocked Piper. He loved that vulnerability in her even more than that of her body. He had a piece of her nobody else had. It was something he treasured.

  “Do you like watching me suck your juices off my fingers, pixie?”

  She squirmed and her gaze slipped away. He grabbed her cheeks and forced her to look at him.

  “You taste like heaven.”

  “Bent…”

  “Does it embarrass you to watch me take pleasure in your body?”

  “It’s not that…”

  “Truth, pixie. That will be a rule between us. I ask a question and you respond with the truth. We’ll add consequences later.”

  Her eyes pinched with an expression that generally heralded her anger. When she reined in that emotion and replaced it with obedience, he tugged in a deep breath. He hadn’t missed the tiny gasp she’d given when he mentioned consequences. It wasn’t going to take too much to make her fully his.

  “Do you have to be so graphic?”

  He was pretty certain no man had ever told her how amazing she tasted. He was also pretty certain no man had ever gone down on her before, considering her reaction when he’d ate at her pussy. He’d have to ask her about it later. Secretly, he hoped it was true.

  “You need to get used to graphic, pixie. You taste like sin, smell like heaven, and eating your pussy makes me drunk and instantly hard.” He placed his palm on her pussy. “This is mine now. Every bit of you belongs to me. I’ve only just begun to explore and claim what’s mine. Get used to it, because I’m going to lick and finger fuck you into oblivion. My entire goal in life is to make you come undone. Whether I’m shoving my cock down your throat or fucking you into next week, I plan on getting to know every inch of your body. You’ll learn mine too.”

  She grinned. “You’re a dirty, filthy man.”

  “And kinky as fuck. I hope that doesn’t scare you off.”

  Her fingers curled as she stretched her arms overhead. The movement was a distraction she used to hide the tremors in her body. The girl was wet and soaking with her arousal. His nostrils flared with the scent of her filling the room. A deep guttural sound rumbled deep in his throat. She was moments from getting fucked again. He only had to decide where to put his dick. Her luscious mouth with her pillowy soft lips, or deep inside her pussy?

  “How did you get into it?” Her curiosity excited him.

  “It?” He laughed. “You mean kink, BDSM, or D/s?”

  “I thought they were all the same.”

  He’d explain later, but first he’d answer her question.

  “When I was twelve I surfed for porn like any boy that age. I came across the usual suspects which were more than suitable for my pubescent fantasies while jacking off. But then, I discovered alternate sites which opened my eyes to another world. Voracious didn’t even begin to describe my appetite for the dark and delicious things I saw. BDSM websites, kink in all its flavors, Master/slave stuff, and of course the entire Gor series drove me insane. The vanilla sights no longer got me off. I needed kink for that, or rough, dominating sex.”

  “What’s Gor?”

  “It’s a fantasy series with male domination and female enslavement. Very juicy stuff for my young mind.”

  “I can imagine.”

  “Not only was I always the biggest kid in class, but I was also the first whose voice deepened, grew armpit hair and pubes. I filled out, muscles first and then…” He huffed a laugh. “Well, you’ve seen my cock. I’ve been dealing with boners b
efore the other boys in class were even thinking about girls. When the other boys finally started getting interested in girls, I was learning how to tie them up, force them to their knees, and dominate the hell out of them.”

  “I can imagine you must have developed quite the reputation.”

  “Of course, and then I started playing in the band. The girls knew what they were going to get when they came to me. I’ve always been about the rough fuck, but there’s nothing that gets me harder than a woman on her knees who will do whatever I say.”

  “And that’s what you want with me?”

  He trailed his finger along her arm, loving the way the tiny hairs lifted and her skin pebbled beneath his touch.

  “I want more than that with you.”

  “Oh…I’ve read the books and seen the movies.”

  “Don’t judge based upon what you’ve seen in the theaters. There’s much more involved.”

  Her eyes danced, bouncing back and forth between his. “So…am I supposed to call you Sir? Or Master?”

  “Let’s not focus on titles, not before we have a chance to learn a little more about each other. We’ll find our pace, and you’ll know when deferring to me feels right.”

  “But I thought that’s what you wanted.”

  “Oh, that’s only the tip of the iceberg as far as what I want. Do I see a future where you’re on your knees, obedient and willing? Hell, yes. Do I love it when you call me Sir? My cock is aching and twitches every time that word passes your lips. I’ve jacked off to far less.”

  Her eyes bulged so wide, he thought they might pop.

  “You’ve done that thinking about me?”

  “Hell, Piper, I jacked off thinking about you the very first day we met.”

  “Oh…”

  He leaned over and kissed her, soft and calming. “You’re sexy as fuck, pixie, and keep me perpetually hard.”

  “But you never said anything, or tried anything with me.”

  “Of course not. I hated you.”

  “You did?”

  “Yeah, you can be a lot to handle.”

  “Hm.”

  “Don’t read too much into that. I’ve wanted to fuck you from the moment I saw you, but you were my physical therapist. That made you hands off, and you argued about everything. I was too busy arguing back to pursue. Not that I ever would have. Remember, I prefer submissive women, not bossy ones. Besides, I’m not the kind of guy that would cross professional lines.”

  “What if I’d been a groupie?”

  “I would’ve fucked you without thinking about it twice.”

  “Oh…” Her shoulders curved inward and she tried to scoot away.

  He clamped his hand around her hip and held her firmly in place.

  “I know exactly what you’re thinking.”

  “Do you?”

  “Pretty damn sure I do.” He kissed her forehead. “You’re wondering if you’re nothing more than a fling. That I’m just going to move you in and out of my bed until the next desperate thing catches my eye. Am I close?”

  “Do you think it’s wrong for me to think that? Maybe this was a mistake.”

  “Does it feel like a mistake?”

  “No.”

  “Good.”

  “I’m not sure what to think.”

  “I never touched you because you were there for work and bossy as hell. I fantasized about you. Jerked off more times than I can count, but it wasn’t until I realized what you were that everything changed.”

  “And what is that?”

  “The other half of my soul. You’re the missing piece. All the other women released my pent up sexual frustration, but none of them was someone I’d ever considered keeping around. There’s a reason those women moved in and out of my bed. I was there for the fuck, a quick release, but other than that it was empty. With you, I have a chance at more.”

  “More? I hear you. I really do, but you want the truth. The truth is that I’m shaking inside. I’m wondering if I royally fucked up. I can’t believe I let this happen.”

  “And yet, you’re still here. You’re still in my bed.”

  “Because you’re not letting me leave.” She reached for his hand on her hip. “This is keeping me here.”

  He lifted his hand. “That is nothing more than a gesture. I’m not holding you now, and yet I’m one hundred percent positive you’re not going to run.”

  “How’s that?”

  “Because when you called me Sir, you searched for my reaction. You want this as much as I do, even though you know you’re out of your depth. You want it because you sense in me exactly what I feel in you. You’re scared, terrified perhaps, but you’re not running for that door. You want to know what this can become between us. And you also know one other thing.”

  “What’s that?”

  “That I’m committed. I’ve never said that to a woman before. Never needed to. With time, you’ll understand what that means. I hear your insecurities and concerns. I’m not dismissing them. I know my reputation. My past is full of women, but as I own you, you also own me. My future is yours.”

  “I didn’t mean to be so needy.” A frown marred the beautiful expanse of her face.

  “I’d be worried if you never said anything. The fact you felt comfortable enough voicing your concerns tells me you’re not afraid to communicate. You and I are going to make mistakes. I’m going to make mistakes. That’s the reason I’m not rushing to toss you on your knees and force you to call me Master, or Sir. It doesn’t mean I don’t crave those things, only that I’m willing to wait until it’s the right time.”

  She twined her fingers in his hair. “I don’t mind calling you, Sir.”

  He rolled on top of her and settled his hips between the creamy expanse of her thighs. She parted for him, exposing herself to him. The tip of his cock brushed against her folds and the heat of that contact had his balls drawing up tight. Electricity sparked along his nerves and settled into the base of his spine.

  “I want to be more than Sir to you, Piper.” He slammed forward and nearly came right then. He didn’t move. Couldn’t. If he moved he’d come, and Piper still needed to catch up.

  She clutched at his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his hips.

  “You want to be my master?”

  “I want to be your everything.”

  He drove into her until pleasure flooded her body and her cries saturated the air. With passionate kisses, their bodies slid together as he thrust deep and increased the tempo to meet her staccato cries. His breath mingled with hers as he forced her to accept the full impact of his thrusts. He fucked her wildly until her cries melded with his low moans.

  They spent the rest of the day in bed, talking until the sun went down. It didn’t escape his notice that they missed all three therapy sessions, or how her deference to his authority deepened. They fucked until sleep overtook them, crashing together with arms and legs entwined in a lover’s embrace.

  Tomorrow would bring a new day. For tonight, Bent slept in heaven.

  Penny for Your Thoughts

  Piper

  Piper focused on the frown furrowing Bent’s brow. They’d been at therapy for less than half an hour and he already threatened to quit twice. Her heart thudded a little, because each time, his dark gaze warred between frustration and determination. He’d given his word and fought to keep it.

  He hadn’t thrown in the proverbial towel, but he was close. That posed a problem. She would demand more from him as the last thirty minutes wound down.

  The exercise she devised appeared deceptively simple, which was where his frustration came in. A box sat before Bent. Five colored lights lit the edge. Each light indicated one finger. All he had to do was tap the finger indicated the corresponding flashing light. The exercise improved finger dexterity, and he was having a hell of a time keeping up.

  She’d debated taking him back into the VR world. Forest had vetoed that idea, stating he needed time to fine-tune the specialized glove. Eviden
tly, he’d been watching Bent’s performance the first time around. Whatever Forest observed had set him down an engineering path. Another couple of days, he said, and the new and improved glove would be ready. Until then, Piper relied upon tried and true physical therapy techniques.

  “This is absurd. Isn’t there something simpler?” Bent gave a grunt and leaned back in his chair.

  His gaze cut to her, accusation narrowing his eyes. He’d given his word to work hard during the three daily one-hour sessions in exchange for her acquiescence to his control outside therapy. She would give that willingly, without the trade for his work during these few hours, but he’d given his word. She considered removing her demand, but knew he wouldn’t allow it.

  Therapy meant nothing to Bent. He believed he wouldn’t get better. She needed to change that belief. He craved the power they exchanged outside therapy enough to abide by his agreement. Right now, that was the only thing keeping him focused. She would use that drive as long as she could, but there would come a time when she would need more.

  “Two more minutes.” She pointed at the box. “Then we’ll do something a little different.”

  He growled with frustration, which brought a smile to her face.

  “Now there’s my growly bear,” she teased.

  His tense expression fell. “Sorry, Piper. I know I promised to try.”

  “And you are.” She knelt beside him, laying her hand on his knee.

  His gaze cast down and desire ignited in his eyes. They’d discussed roles in the moments between having sex. She wasn’t sure about kneeling for him, except it turned him on. Even now, his erection elongated and grew thick beneath the soft cotton of his sweats. In thirty minutes, she had no illusions about what they’d be doing.

  Right now, however, she was in charge. Time to resume her professional duties. When the timer counted down, and he had insisted she set the 60-minute timer, the tables would turn. A needy throb pulsed between her legs because she’d been watching the clock nearly as hard as Bent. With a shake of her head, she forced herself to focus, which was difficult considering she knelt at his feet and had the perfect view of his hard length. She wasn’t there out of supplication, although that would come. Right now, a purpose drove her to her knees. She needed to get eye level to his hand in order to watch his fingers move. Delectable and sinful fingers, he drove her out of his mind with his hands.