Chapter 8 #3
There was a sheer glory in driving her to this point—to where she was submerged in sensation alone, to where she was focused only on what he gave her, hearing only his voice…
Keeping her nipple trapped in sharpness, he laid his free hand on her mound, scissoring his fingers on each side of her clit so he could lift it right against the rabbit ears’ vibrations. “Come for me, sweetheart.”
With a low wail, she climaxed, still struggling to hold still. The effort would internalize the spasms so her orgasm would last—at least to her—forever.
As her muscles went limp, her skin glowed with the light sweat covering her body.
Gorgeous.
He dropped the claws onto the end table so she could clean them later and fully appreciate their sharpness…before the next time when he’d use them on her pussy.
Rainie felt…satiated, as if every nerve in her body had imbibed chocolate cake. With thick frosting. And sprinkles. She was drowning in after-sex repletion.
Yet, when her eyes opened to Jake’s heated, assessing gaze, she was ready to go again. And again. As long as he wanted her, she wanted him.
Even more, she needed him to get his own satisfaction—needed to give that to him. To make him happy.
Because he was Jake. Amazing, incredible, impossible. From his absolute control and ability to read her, his perfect technique, his harder than rock body, to his intoxicating scent of light pine and musk—the man totally turned her on.
But she could have controlled that. Unfortunately, there was more to him.
The outgoing personality and easy sense of humor that disguised a consummate Master.
His affection for people and animals. His sense of honor.
And…his kindness. Yesterday she found a note.
Jake had ordered that an impoverished senior wasn’t to be billed for anything more than medications.
The incredible knowledge of all that was Jake washed over her in a downpour of desire.
She looked up and realized he was considering her thoughtfully. A shiver ran up her spine. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
His lips curved. Jake’s smile could never be cruel, but ruthless…definitely ruthless. “I’m deciding what position I want you in when I bury my cock in that soft pussy of yours.”
Oh.
Her core clenched. Still…no need to let him have everything his own way. He’d put the claws down; her courage was returning. “Well, Sir, feel free to tell me if and when you ever decide.”
He grinned and tapped the small logo on her shirt, Audit Me – Audit me Now!
“You gave me the idea, subbie—seems as if you must be due for an internal audit.”
Imagining the…tool…he’d use to perform the audit, she shivered, then made a loud huff. “I’ll have you know that my ledgers are well balanced.”
He cupped her breasts and ran his thumbs over her exquisitely sensitive, abused nipples. “Oh, baby, I agree. You definitely have some fine assets.”
“Sir, you can play with my assets any time.”
With a grin, he whispered, “I intend to.”
His kiss was gentle…at first…then his tongue plunged inside, and he simply…took. Possessed. Plundered.
When he stopped, he gave her a quick smile and opened the Velcro wrist cuffs. He removed the rabbit vibe, and her insides clenched around the emptiness.
“New position, babe.”
Her head spun as he helped her sit up. The floor chilled her bare toes, and she looked around, feeling as if she’d traveled to an exotic land for the last hour.
He patted the wide bottom cushion. “Kneel here and hang on to the back of the couch.”
As she turned and maneuvered herself into position, her knee slipped and she flopped down, half onto her side—far too much like a beached whale. God. She loved herself and her curves—she did—but her clumsiness summoned up memories of school gym classes, of being the fat girl, of being ridiculed.
As Jake pulled her upright, she felt…ugly. Her arm pressed over her rotund stomach as she longed to be skinny and graceful and…and everything she wasn’t. Forcing away the maddening tears, she managed a weak laugh and said, “Let me try that again.” She started to roll up onto her knees.
His grip on her shoulders stopped her. “One minute, baby. What happened?”
“N-nothing.” Her voice quivered. God, she was such an idiot. “I’m fine.” She shoved at his arms.
“Bullshit.” Sliding his hands down to take hers, he squatted in front of her. “You looked as if I’d slapped you.”
“You’re such a…a stubborn…”
When his chin lifted slightly, her words dried right up. Calling a Dom stupid could lead to pain and not the good kind.
“Rainie?”
He wasn’t going to let it go, was he? She huffed in exasperation, but at least her tears were gone. “Sir, I’m a big woman, and mostly I like that. But society is…can be…cruel.” She scowled down at her wide hips, feeling immense.
He studied her for a long, long minute, then tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “We all have those moments, baby. Bear in mind, though, I really enjoy your shape. You’re a fantastic playground.”
“Excuse me?” Her tone came out on the icy side.
With his hands curled over her knees, he kissed the inside of her thighs. “Now, some playgrounds only have swing sets. I suppose that’s all right, but in my opinion, the more, the better. As it happens, I like ones with slides.” He nuzzled her stomach.
“And jungle gyms.” Cupping her breasts, he teased the nipples taut again, then rose to his feet. In a swift move, he lifted her, set her on her knees, and with unyielding hands, positioned her to face the back of the couch.
“And merry-go-rounds.” He kneaded her full buttocks before whispering into her ear, “The playground that is your body could keep me entertained forever.”
As he kissed the hollow between her neck and shoulder, his open hum of enjoyment erased her unhappy memories, replacing them with sizzling hunger.
“Don’t move.” He ran his fingers along the top of the couch to her right. A Velcro cuff popped out from a hidden pocket beneath the upholstery.
Another cuff? “How many of those do you have?”
“Lots, sweetling.” He secured her wrist and pulled another cuff from the left side.
As he finished, her shoulders rested on the top of the couch, her arms restrained toward each end. Her breasts dangled. In the air, her bottom tilted up, stationed above her feet.
He stood behind her, bathing her in his heated gaze before lightly slapping the insides of her thighs. “Open for me, baby.”
She wiggled her knees apart and jolted as he ran two fingers through her wet labia. When she tried to lift her torso, a heavy hand between her shoulder blades kept her in place. “Stay put, subbie, or I’ll spank that gorgeous ass.”
One merciless hand pinned her, and his other massaged her buttocks.
Restrained. Touched. Her body heated with a smoldering desire.
His playground. As he touched, he’d stop to slide a finger inside her pussy or stroke around her clit—as if he wanted to see her wiggle.
She couldn’t help herself.
He was openly enjoying himself—using her in precisely the way he wanted.
His ruthless handling drove her into a floating surrender. Take me; take everything. Her whole body softened.
“That’s right, sweetling,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss her cheek.
She couldn’t feel any embarrassment or worry with such open approval.
A second later, she heard a zipper and a condom wrapper.
Her body trembled in anticipation, and then his cock pressed against her pussy.
And stopped. The rabbit vibrator had left her slick…
and very swollen. She hissed as he rocked his hips to work his shaft in.
When the broad head breached her entrance, he stopped.
Her stretched core throbbed around the intrusion. All of her, every cell, felt alive and begging to be touched.
He ran his hands down her back, leaned forward, and kneaded her breasts. The claws had left the delicate skin abraded and so, so sensitive. When he rolled her abused nipples between his fingers, her insides clenched around him…and he laughed.
Jesus, how much control did the man have? Was he going to stand there with his dick only partly in her? She wanted…wanted to be taken. Hammered hard. She tried to push back onto him, but her arm restraints allowed no movement…and he noticed her attempt.
“Bad girl.” Amusement underlay the stern tone. A stinging smack hit her right buttock, and the flare of pain made every nerve in her pussy sparkle and spasm. Three additional spanks followed, hard enough to leave her ass cheeks feeling scalded.
God, she needed him more than she could bear. “Please.” Her breath escaped in sharp little pants. “I want…need…you to take me.”
“When I’m ready, Rainie. When I’m ready.” He leaned forward again and kissed the back of her shoulder, nuzzling her, driving her crazy. Sadistically taking his time, he pinched her nipples and teased her breasts until they swelled to a throbbing tightness.
Finally, he straightened, and his big hands curved over her full, full hips. “Fuck, I love your ass. Next time, I’m taking you there.”
Without waiting for her response, he rammed into her pussy, hard and fast and deep.
The surprise, the stretch of sensitive tissues, the exhilarating knowledge of being taken for a Master’s pleasure blew through her. Her neck arched as the shock hit, and he was already pulling back and driving in again.
God, yes.
Hands gripping her securely, he hammered her. “Look at those ass cheeks quiver.” He paused to fondle her buttocks, rotated his hips as if to be sure every inch of her pussy had been wakened, and resumed. Each deep penetration started a shockwave low in her pelvis to travel up her center.
And she loved it. Loved… No. With an enticing wiggle, she squeezed her internal muscles to please him.