Chapter Eleven
Chapter Eleven
Could I refuse?
Not in a million years.
“My dick is rock-hard.” He tossed the belt to one side and donned a condom before squirting lube onto one palm. “Are you ready for me?”
“I have to have you, Sir.”
“Then let me in.” He lubricated a finger and eased past her sphincter muscle, making her moan.
“Nice,” she said. “It’s been too long since I’ve felt that.”
“I should put a plug in you all the time.”
“I’d be a turned-on mess, Sir, unable to think at all.”
“You would be thinking,” he contradicted. “About me pulling it out and stuffing my cock in you. You’d be obsessed by thoughts of my domination, wondering when it would happen, hoping you could survive that long.”
Her words muffled, she said, “As always, you’re right, Sir.”
Niles eased out, only to reenter her with two fingers, stretching her wide.
“I’m desperate to come, Sir.”
“I know.” It was obvious. Her body was slack, supple.
She burrowed her face into the mattress.
“You can wait a little longer,” he said. “Otherwise I’ll withhold my physical punishments and put you in a corner.”
“A fate worse than death, Sir.”
“Then control yourself.”
“In that case, you need to stop what you’re doing to me, Sir,” she retorted, like the sassy sub she was. “That’s my only hope.”
Even now, she was moving around, trying to rub her clit on the bedding.
Lord.
He liked how responsive she was.
Perhaps every Dom turned her on like this, but he hoped not.
“It’s you. I’m crazy for your touch,” she said, as if she’d read his thoughts.
As he played with her, she writhed.
“Sir, you’re putting me in a bad position.”
“How’s that?”
“I want to obey you, and I’m having more and more trouble.”
“That is a conundrum,” he agreed with no sympathy while continuing to finger-fuck her tight little hole.
Truthfully, she wasn’t the only one who couldn’t last much longer. His balls were drawn up, and he was clenching his jaw to think about anything other than ramming into her. “Are you ready for me, pretty sub?”
“Sir, I’ve been ready. I could have taken you even without your thoughtful preparation.”
He lubed up his dick with a few strokes that had him gritting his teeth then wiped his hands on a nearby towel. Then he released her wrists before instructing, “Reach back and part your buttocks.”
She did, and he stood there for a few seconds, admiring the view, made even more compelling by the welts on her skin. “On your toes,” he said. “Feet pointed in.”
Brandy moved into position, exposing more of her pussy and sexy little anal whorl.
“I could come from looking at you,” he said, his voice gruffer than normal.
“If that pleases you, Sir.”
“Well said.” He positioned his cockhead at her opening. “Spread wider.”
Instantly she did.
He pushed in a few inches then moved back to give her a momentary break.
“Yum, Sir.” She adjusted a bit to give him greater access.
“Beautiful.” This time, he went in a little deeper.
She turned her head to the side.
“Stay in position,” he said, though the command wasn’t needed.
His beautiful Brandy behaved with perfect grace.
He stroked in and out, inserting a bit more with each thrust, letting her accommodate him.
After several seconds, his control began to unravel. He wanted to fill her. All night, her proximity had caused long-dormant need to reignite.
Since Eleanor, masturbation had suited him fine.
That was until Brandy and her heartfelt offer at the Den had brought him back to life.
“I want to feel your balls against me.”
He grabbed her buttocks and parted her even farther.
“Give it to me, Sir.”
Surging forward, he did, burying himself to the hilt.
“Ahh,” she said, the single word a purr of approval.
He remained still for a moment until she said, “More.”
“Hands above your head,” he told her.
She struggled for a moment, but while she followed orders, he wound the length of her hair around one of his hands.
“You’re so masterful, Sir.”
With a gasp, she clutched at the bedding as he pulled on her hair and rocked his pelvis. “Can you come from anal penetration?” he asked her.
“I never have. But I do love all these sensations.”
Slowly, then faster, he moved.
“Want…”
With his free hand, he grabbed one of her shoulders. With him filling her rear, holding her hair, she was his.
He leaned forward and sank his teeth into the side of her neck.
“Fuck!” She screamed.
Bucking beneath him, she lifted even higher on her toes so that her rear was forced up.
Then without being coached, she parted her legs farther so she was more open to him, and her clit was pressed against the bed.
Her uninhibited responses thrilled him, driving him on. This woman loved sex and was ultra-honest about what she wanted and needed.
After bending his knees for more leverage, he surged up inside her.
“Oh yes. Sir, Sir, I may need to come—”
“If you can, do.” He moved in her with short motions, just enough to get sufficient distance to bury himself balls deep.
“That’s what I wanted.” Her muffled words were muttered around strangled gasps.
She pushed back, in concert with him, helping him to get and stay deeper.
“Damn, damn, damn, Master Niles.”
“Too much?”
“Yes. No…” She exhaled. “Overwhelmed. But good. So good.”
Her legs trembled and she stretched her arms farther, pressing herself even deeper into the mattress.
He released her shoulder and forced a hand beneath her pelvis to push against her swollen clit.
She jerked then her body froze. “I…”
“Come for me, Brandy,” he instructed, tugging her hair, forcing her head up a little, briefly abrading her clit then pushing in hard.
As she cried out his name, her body stiffened.
The constriction of her internal muscles pleased him in the best possible way.
“That’s my girl,” he whispered, still holding on to her but with less pressure.
Writhing and whimpering, she rode the crest, and he enjoyed every single moment.
Then, when she collapsed, her body limp, he leaned over so he was close to her ear. “First anal orgasm.”
Gently, he lowered her head back to the mattress and released her hair. “How was it?”
“I’d say thank you, Sir, but I’m not sure I can remember my own name, let alone form a complete sentence.”
He kissed her ear. “Well done. And your name is beautiful, perfect Brandy.”
She gulped in a breath. “I want to satisfy you, Sir.”
“The way you came just about emasculated me.” He chuckled, not entirely convinced he’d made a joke. The pressure on his dick was enormous.
“I’m not going to apologize.”
“Hell and back, you’d better not, Ms. Hess.”
“Mmm.” She turned her head in the opposite direction. “I could sleep for a week.”
“I’ll hold you while you do.”
“Come in me, Sir.” She ground against him as an added invitation.
“You’re sure you want that?”
“Never more certain of anything, Sir.”
He was helpless to resist her.
Capturing her hips, Niles held her steady as he thrust inside her ass.
“I had no idea,” she said.
When he had her in the position he wanted, he once again twisted his hand in her luxurious hair.
Then he placed his forearm beneath her chest to lift her torso from the mattress.
Without being told what to do, she leaned back to rest her head on his chest, looping an arm behind his neck for leverage. Not quite done, she held onto his wrist.
They were fully entwined on a physical level, and more.
“Oh…so, so amazing,” she murmured in awe. “This is…”
She didn’t seem to have words. Nor did he. He was possessed by a savage urge that only she could satisfy.
“Yes, yes,” she said.
Holding her tight, he claimed her ass. “You respond so well to me, Brandy.”
“Because you’re unbelievably demanding, Sir.”
His cock thickened as his blood heated.
Sweat beaded on his brow and all his muscles strained from the force of holding her upright and fucking her hard.
Brandy in his arms, he buried himself to his testicles and squeezed his eyes shut as ejaculate spurted in pulse after relentless pulse.
Her body trembled as she struggled to keep her feet on the ground and not collapse forward.
For long seconds, he continued to hold her upright even though common sense encouraged him to let her go.
Niles prided himself on never losing control. But the connection with Brandy unraveled him. It was more than her sexy body, greater than her compassion.
It was her quirkiness, the way she trusted him and made him look inside himself in ways he never had before. “Are you still with me?”
“I am, Sir. And I’ve never felt better.” She arched back into him.
“I might have been too rough.”
“Not at all, Sir. If I had needed to, I would have used a safe word.”
He withdrew his spent cock and lowered her to the mattress. She made an odd sound as she curled into a ball. “Was that a purr?”
“It was.”
“I’ll be right back.” He was grinning.
“I guarantee you, I’m not going anywhere, Sir.”
Outside the door, Dana looked at him and whimpered. “I promise I didn’t hurt her,” he told the dog, scratching her behind the ear.
The feisty, opportunistic MW leaped up and immediately dove for Niles’s toes. With a glare, he snapped his fingers and pointed at the floor. The dog yipped once but settled.
Though the cat thumped its tail, he didn’t crack an eyelid.
Niles had never had an army of four-footed protectors looking after one of his subs. He wasn’t sure what to make of it, but he didn’t mind. Charming, actually.
In the bathroom, he disposed of the condom, then turned on the faucet. After he’d cleaned up, he reached for a washcloth and ran it under the water then grabbed a small towel on the way out.
The pets had all inched closer to the bedroom, and he debated what to do.
In the end, he left the door open a crack. Brandy was still in the same position, and the sight of her reddened, well-used body stirred an unfamiliar instinct to protect. “I don’t want to startle you,” he said as he sat on the bed.
“I’m awake,” she assured him.
“Uh-huh.” He pressed a heated washcloth to her.
She yelped. “That’s hot.”
“Warm,” he countered. “You’ll be grateful in the morning.” He kept the cloth in place until it cooled then dried her with the fresh towel.
“I should have done that for you,” she protested.
“With your superpower energy?”
“Yeah. That.” With a yawn, she rolled to face him. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Rest,” he told her, trailing his thumb over one of her eyebrows.
“The towels go in the laundry basket in the closet. And close the door.”
“Pets?”
“They’ll steal everything including my shoes, and I have some fabulous ones you haven’t seen yet.”
“The thought of you in a pair of heels and nothing else is enough to keep me awake all night.” After he found the laundry basket, he rejoined her on the bed. “Do you sleep with your hair in a braid?”
“Most nights, yes. It saves me time in the morning. If you prefer it loose, I don’t mind at all.”
“You sure?”
“Positive.”
“Face away from me.”
Once she had, he pulled off the band and pulled each of the three strands loose. Then he spread his fingers and used them as a comb.
He hadn’t played with a woman’s hair before, other than to hold it during sex or smooth it while giving a hug.
And it was a sensual experience.
Reluctant to let her go, he massaged her head.
“I’ll give you all night to finish doing that, Sir.”
He continued for a few moments, enjoying the quiet and her gentle sounds. Niles hadn’t realized how much he’d missed having a woman in his bed.
Her breathing evened out, telling him she’d fallen asleep.
Brandy, he quickly learned, wasn’t easy to disturb. He pulled up a blanket and tucked it around her without her seeming to be aware. After turning off the light, he tugged her against him.
Now what?
How was he supposed to rest with her ass against him?
Ridiculously, his cock hardened.
He had to have her…again…
* * * *
When dawn brightened the sky the next morning, Brandy was still cocooned next to his body.
Enjoying the peace, the quiet solitude of the mountain morning and having a sexy sub snuggled next to him, with her blonde hair spilling across the dark blue pillow in an inviting contrast, he remained in place.
He considered fisting her hair and pulling back her head to kiss her long and deep. That would be a hell of a way to start a Sunday.
Not just this Sunday, any Sunday.
That thought startled him.
He was thinking beyond today. This was a first for him. In business, he was always doing projections and forecasts, but he’d shut off his personal life since Eleanor’s funeral on that gray, snowy morning so long ago.
In the distance, a dog’s nails clicked against the hardwood floor.
Not wanting to disturb Brandy, Niles climbed out of bed, grabbed his jeans then headed down the hallway.
In the kitchen, Dana stretched her long legs in front of her and yawned wide enough to swallow a small country.
Whisper was nowhere in sight.
MW dashed out of the doggie door.
Because he’d spent so much time in the kitchen last night, Niles quickly located the bag of coffee and the filters.
Within a minute, the strong brew was hissing and spitting into the carafe. He watched it forlornly, as if that would hurry the maker along.
A seeming eternity later, he poured himself a cup before going outside.
Dana yawned and traipsed after him. MW dashed over to nip at his toes. With a sigh, Niles commanded, “Sit.”
Though the oversize hotdog bared his teeth, he plopped down.
Niles took a seat to watch the remnants of the sunrise and both dogs wandered around the yard. Dana cocked her head and looked at a deer. MW chased it off, trying to bite its hooves. “You’re a little terror, aren’t you?”
A few minutes later, explorations complete, Dana curled up near him.
Once the mule-tailed deer was out of sight, MW returned, wagging his tail. Niles scratched him behind the ears. “Proud of yourself?” Niles wasn’t certain a dog could look smug, but this one did.
A few minutes later, a small squeak of metal behind him made him glance over his shoulder.
Brandy stood there, hair in glorious disarray, a cup of coffee in hand.
She’d dressed in a long-sleeved blue T-shirt, and her beaded nipples showed that she was braless.
Her black yoga pants were so form-fitting that she could have been poured into them. Like him, her feet were bare.
He’d never seen a more breathtaking woman.
“Mind if I join you?” she asked. “Or would you prefer some alone time?”
“I’ve been offering the dogs treats if they’d be loud enough to wake you and lure you out here.”
She smiled.
Niles hooked his foot on a nearby chair and dragged it closer to him.
When she went to sit, he changed his mind, and instead, captured her body and pulled her onto his lap.
With a laugh, she moved her cup aside so that her drink sloshed on the ground rather than on either of them.
“Morning, sub.”
“Fabulous good morning to you, Sir.” She looped one arm around him and nuzzled into his neck.
Her hair tickled his chest, and her body curled alluringly against his.
“Thank you for taking care of the dogs and for letting me sleep those few extra minutes…” She resituated herself so she was more comfortable. “Oh, and for brewing coffee. You could be the perfect Dom.”
This morning, she was no longer fighting him as he did things to make her life a little easier. Instead, she offered gratitude, which made him want to do even more for her. “Anything for such a delectable morsel.”
“Can I make it up to you?”
Since his cock was already thickening, he said, “I may have an idea or two.”
“I was hoping you did.”
He reached down and picked up his cooled cup of coffee, and she placed hers on the table.
“Shall I go sit over there?”
“Not a chance.”
For a long time, neither of them said anything, content to watch the pets and the occasional wary deer.
“Go with me to a silent auction Friday night?”