Chapter 17 #4
“You’ll discuss problems with me openly. Honestly.” He punctuated the statement with a harder flick, and she fought unsuccessfully to remain still.
“Yes, Master.” Tears filled her eyes from the pain, from the knowledge she’d angered him, from the sheer need to have him hold her.
The next blow came down on her mound—high on the plumpness—as he created a ring of burning flesh.
In the center was her clit.
The exquisitely sensitive nub felt as if it was cringing—yet was engorged with blood, throbbing and anticipating the pain.
Master Z watched her squirm and pull at the restraints. “No, you can’t get free, Jessica. You’ll take what I want to give you.” The rich timbre of his voice stroked over her, another restraint in its own way, making her see and feel exactly how exposed she was. How helpless.
And how much he enjoyed it.
Two more blows hit her mound, ruthlessly, bathing her in liquid heat that was almost pain. Was past pain.
He bent and licked over her clit, sending her, almost, almost into a climax. All the stinging, the vibrations, everything coalesced deep within. Her skin slickened with sweat.
Then he straightened. The flogger impacted against her folds from beneath, her mound from above, and back again. Folds, mound. A pause that seemed interminable as her pulse surged in her ears.
He moved. And the cruel strands struck her clit.
Right. On. Her. Clit.
Pain blasted upward, stealing her air with the shock.
Her center clamped down…and fireworks exploded inside her.
Her back arched as pleasure ricocheted through every nerve in her core before reverberating outward in waves of sheer sensation.
Her insides contracted and spasmed, tightening around the vibrating plug in her ass and increasing in intensity. Oh, oh, oh.
“Look at me, Jessica.”
She managed to open her eyes.
His dark eyes held hers as his callused, powerful hand covered her pussy, holding in the burn and the pleasure…sending her over again. “This pussy is mine, pet. Do you think you can remember that?”
She barely heard him through the roar of her pulse. Gasping for air, she could only nod.
“Very good.” He opened his trousers, set a knee on the bed, set his cock at her entrance, and pressed past her slick, swollen tissues. With her ass already occupied, the shaft penetrating her pussy seemed impossibly huge as he took her. Steadily. Inescapably.
“Oooooh, God.” Her body wouldn’t stop coming as she stretched around him. His thickness increased the sensations from the anal plug until his cock seemed to be vibrating as well. Her whole lower half spasmed with exquisite pleasure.
He was deep within her, his muscular body pressing down on hers, one arm beside her shoulder, the other cupping her cheek so he could watch her. “You feel very, very good, Jessica,” he said softly—and no lie was in his words or his gaze. He still wanted her.
The knowledge was heady. Wonderful. Sending her spiraling on a fountain of joy.
She wanted to hold him, to feel him, to be anchored before she floated away. She tugged at the ties holding her arms above her head. “Please, Master, can I touch you?”
His stern face softened, and he reached up and released her wrist cuffs with one hand.
Her arms went around his shoulders. Oh, she’d missed touching him, missed his weight on her. Stroking his back, she felt his iron muscles bunch and loosen as he moved.
More. She wiggled her restrained knees and looked up with an unspoken appeal.
His grin flashed, almost too fast for her to see. “No, little one. You’ll stay spread and open and will deny me nothing.”
Just his words made her clench inside.
Deliberately, he increased his pace, his thick shaft driving deep with each thrust.
His rhythm was ruthlessly compelling, and she felt her body gathering again into a sweetly rolling orgasm.
“That’s my kitten.” He gripped her face, holding her for a possessive and penetrating kiss, taking her mouth as he took her below. Under her fingers, his muscles tightened and then he drove deep, deep, and she could feel the spasming of his cock in the most intimate of sharing.
His gray eyes had never left hers. “I love you, Jessica. Never doubt it.”
“I love you, Master,” she whispered, holding him closer and letting herself drift.
Sometime later, she realized he’d cleaned her up, released her, and was now settling her on top of him. With firm hands, he molded her close, so not the slightest barrier came between them.
She could hear the slow thuds of his heart; her breathing rose and fell with his; his masculine scent surrounded her. And she gave a tiny sigh of perfect content.
In all the universe, this was her happy place.
Two hours had almost passed, so Anne was unsurprised to hear footsteps in the hallway outside the room she’d chosen. She looked up from her book.
Z walked through the door, wearing his usual black jeans and black shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His hair was damp from a shower, and his eyes were heavy-lidded with satisfaction.
Jessica had won the day.
He studied Anne silently, his face unreadable. “My submissive doesn’t have a devious bone in her body,” he said finally. “I didn’t test her loyalty by asking, but I would guess the advice came from you or Gabi.”
Oh. Damn. Meddling in another Dom’s affairs was considered ill mannered. Aiding a submissive to manipulate her Master? Especially when the Master was Z?
Hanging offense.
Admittedly, she’d hoped Z wouldn’t figure out she’d given Jessica more than babysitting services, but she’d known the possible consequences if he did. “I gave her the suggestion.”
His gaze stayed on her. “You had a reason. Might I know it?”
He knew her well, knew meddling wasn’t her style. “This is something you should discuss with your submissive.”
A corner of his mouth lifted. “We did. But your interference is between you and me, Dominant to Dominant. Explain, please.”
“Her talks with you had proven unsuccessful.” After a second, Anne added diplomatically, “Actually, I didn’t think waiting another week was unreasonable to be certain of safety.”
He nodded.
“However, after giving birth, women aren’t especially reasonable. She said she needed not only the sex, but also the intimacy and the power exchange that came with it. It appeared her frustration was rapidly turning to anger. Toward you.”
Z rubbed his face. “I understand. In this case, I appreciate the…intervention…although you might have simply spoken to me instead.”
“I offered. She refused that idea. Vehemently. You may ask her about it.”
“I will.” He walked over and picked up his daughter, snuggling her close with a kiss to her fuzzy head.
Arms empty, Anne felt the slow slide of envy.
Taking his extended hand, she let him pull her to her feet. After handing him Sophia’s diaper bag, she scooped up her purse.
At the door, she hesitated. “Are we good?”
“We are. Thank you for your care, Anne.” Laughter lit his steel-gray eyes. “I’m glad to see the Mistress hasn’t lost her touch—your advice was quite effective.”
“Good to know.” As they parted ways, Z back upstairs and Anne to the outside, she decided she’d have to check Ben’s reaction if he saw his Mistress taking her pleasure into her own hands.