by Various
"You don’t have to keep silent, you know. I love it when I hear my sub’s cries. I know I’m giving them the pleasure we both expect."
A whirling cloud of erotic hunger wrapped around her. Inclinations and impulses obviously buried deep in her head and her body had leaped to the surface and taken possession. What other explanation could there possibly be for the way she embraced this entire night?
The first slap on her ass was a powerful smack that went clear through her body. Then a second one, a third and a fourth. Bree cried out, thankful he’d given permission. She couldn’t control her reaction to the pleasure and pain. Her ass was inflamed now, heat spreading down to her thighs. Being on the receiving end told her more than any description could have. The effect on her body was intense, acute arousal that made her muscles clench with need. She could smell her own scent; feel the quivering walls of her cunt.
When he stopped, she wanted to cry out for him to resume, but that was not her place. He obviously had something in mind, so she’d just wait, biting the inside of her cheek to maintain some semblance of control. She didn’t have to wait for long. His fingers, lubed again, eased into her ass, scissoring, pressing and stimulating the tissues. They were still inside her when he spanked her again. Four more times. The combination of the feel of the punishment and his fingers inside her was almost more than she could bear. Her body screamed for release, her pussy clenching, her nipples aching, the place deep inside her where her orgasm always began, knotted with anticipation.
"Oh!" she screamed, and then one long, low wail, one sound blending into another.
Suddenly he lifted her and stood her on her feet. What was happening? Had she done something wrong?
"Damn, but you’re delectable. I don’t think I’m going to last as long as I figured I would." She could hear the effort at control in his voice. "On your knees, sub."
He helped her keep her balance as she dropped to her knees. The slide of a zipper. A breath exhaled. The touch of his cock on her lips.
Oh, god! She could hardly believe his size. She wanted to see him so badly, hoping he removed the blindfold before he covered himself up again.
She knelt there as he rubbed the head of his shaft back and forth across her lower lip.
"You look so perfect kneeling there." His voice came out rough with hunger. "Perfect pose. Perfect ass and cunt. And let’s not forget your breasts, which I’ve hardly touched yet. Do you like me to touch you everywhere, Bree? Slide my fingers into your pussy and your ass? It makes you hot and wet, doesn’t it?"
God, yes.
She opened her mouth to say, "Yes, Sir."
But she barely got the words out before his hard, thick shaft slid over her lower lip and inside. She closed around it, squeezing her tongue into the tight space so she could lick the silky softness of the skin that covered it. Sucking hard, she drew him in even deeper.
"Since I can’t reach your breasts right now, Bree, I want you to play with them for me. Cup them. Let me see you pinch those rosy nipples. Yes, that’s it. Just like that."
She pretended they were his hands touching her. Pinching her. Squeezing her. Her thighs were squeezed together but they were slick with the juices seeping from her now completely bare cunt. The harder she sucked, the more she played with her breasts and nipples, the hotter she got. And she realized with startling clarity that the submission aroused her as much as anything else.
Oh my god!
Abruptly Rafe jerked himself from her mouth and stepped back with a growl. Had she done something wrong?
"Sir? Did I—"
"Not you. Me. You’ve got me so damn aroused that in another second, I’d be coming in your mouth. And I want to be in your pussy, the one I so carefully shaved."
He lifted her again and placed her back on the bed, again on her knees, head pressed to a pillow, ass in the air. Then the handcuffs were back on her wrists, her arms behind her, fists resting at the small of her back. Finally he spread her legs wide. Placing her knees so they rested solidly on the bed.
The mattress depressed when he knelt behind her, spreading her legs wide. He slid his palm between her thighs and cupped her naked cunt, lightly rubbing it back and forth. With each glide of his hand he touched her now ultrasensitive clit. With every second, her control frayed further, and she hoped he let her come soon or she’d be a very disobedient sub.
When he inched his fongers beneath her to cup her pussy she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. His touch alone nearly set her off. She bit down hard on her lip to keep her body in check. She wanted him inside her more than she wanted her next breath. And yes, she’d beg for it if he told her to. Loud and clear.
The familiar crinkle of foil, the wrapper on a condom, sent a wave of relief through her. Now, she thought. Finally. Please.
Although he slid into her slowly his cock was so large it stretched her unbearably. But Rafe knew exactly how to fit them together, easing into her a little bit at a time until at last he filled her completely. As her body adjusted to his size he glided a finger into her ass again, filling both of her channels. The sensation stole her breath and raised the temperature of her body.
Ohgodohgodohgod!
He held her like that for a space of time so long she wondered if he’d ever move and give them both the release they sought. When he eased his finger out, she thought, now. Please now.
But instead his hand slapped her ass again, harder than before. Not once, but several times until the heat on her skin had crept down to her thighs and to her pussy. Oh, yes, he definitely had control here, and he wouldn’t give her permission to come until he’d taken her as far to the edge as he could.
So lost in the moment, so engulfed in the sensations bombarding her, she almost didn’t realize it when the spanking stopped and his big hands gripped her hips. And finally, finally he began to move, a slow and steady rhythm at first, then faster and faster. His balls slapped against her as he drove in again and again.
The rhythm overtook her and she moved her body with his, every nerve screaming, heat rising through her, the brutally repressed release clawed up from deep inside her.
"Now," he commanded, smacking her ass hard, the slap of flesh on flesh sounding like the crack of a shot. "Come now. Right now."
The impact of his touch jolted her and she climaxed, the orgasm pummeled as it exploded through her. Her body shook and shuddered, and her skin burned pussy clenched over and over as his thick cock pulsed inside her. She spun through space, tumbling, her body not even her own anymore, as Rafe pumped into her, fingers digging into her hips.
The final spasms subsided and his cock softened inside her. She struggled to drag air into her lungs, to settle her racing heart, gasping for air and forcing herself to breathe slowly. Every inch of her body ached with a pleasant soreness and her heart threatened to beat itself out of her chest.
Very carefully Rafe eased himself out, turned her to her side and pulled her against him. Their sweat-slicked bodies stuck together as his hand caressed her breasts, her tummy, her thighs. Not a sexual touch. Not erotic. Soothing and comforting. His heart beat against her back as he held her to his chest. With a twist of his fingers he removed the blindfold, tossing it to the side.
He waited a long time to speak. "I had so many things planned for you, Bree. So many punishments I knew you’d enjoy. So many different restraints I wanted to try. But holy shit. When it came right down to it, I only wanted to get my cock inside you and fuck the hell out of you."
She sighed against him, unable to form coherent words. She had stepped over some invisible boundary tonight and she didn’t even think about going back. What did that say about her and the way she lived her life all these years? She didn’t have the answer and at the moment she didn’t care. She just wanted to absorb all the new physical and emotional feelings bombarding her.
"You’re an incredible woman, you know that?"
"I’m glad you think so."
"More than think." He tucked her swe
at-soaked hair behind one ear. "Give me a minute to catch my breath here and I’m going to coddle and pamper the hell out of you. I’m known for the quality of my aftercare."
"Bragging?" she teased, in a voice still breathless from her body’s explosion.
"I’m only telling the truth, darlin’. You’ll see."
They lay together like that for long moments. Bree tried to analyze why she had enjoyed tonight so much, but her brain seemed to be temporarily out to lunch. Finally she gave up and let herself relax.
With a sigh Rafe sat up, plumping a pillow under her head to make her more comfortable.
"Let me catch my breath and I’ll show you what real decadence is."
He moved away, pushed off the bed and padded to the bathroom. In a moment she heard the sound of water running and the tinkling of glass. As she’d dozed off, he came back for her, lifting her in his arms and carrying her across the carpet.
Water poured into the Jacuzzi, slowly filling it, the jets whipping it into frothy foam. The air in the entire room was permeated with the scent of eucalyptus, and soft music played very low from a speaker hidden somewhere in the ceiling. Rafe eased her into the tub, placing a spa pillow behind her head and stretching out her limbs until she was comfortably arranged.
"Stay like that for a quick minute while I jump in the shower. Then I’ll be back to make you feel really good."
As if he hadn’t already.
The hiss of the shower spray mingled with the bubbling sound of the tub water and the background of music, lulling her almost to a doze. She knew she should ask herself some hard questions about tonight but at the moment, she wanted to wallow in the sensual lassitude that still gripped her body.
"Don’t fall asleep yet, darlin’."
Rafe’s deep voice in her ear startled her out of her reverie. She turned her head to see him kneeling beside the tub. Cupping her chin, he moved his mouth over hers, licking her lips with his tongue, more a promise of a kiss than a real one. Then he lifted a fluffy sponge ball and attended to her body.
Bree always made sure her subs got good aftercare, but she wondered if she did it as thoroughly as this man, and if her subs enjoyed it as much as she did. He massaged the muscles in her arms and legs, lifting her limbs from the water one at a time and working them with gentle fingers. Then, with a round ball of something that felt like fleece, even underwater, he bathed every inch of her pussy, inside and out, rubbing gently against the well-used flesh. He even urged her over onto her knees while he massaged her back and her buttocks. Slid a finger coated with something soothing gently into her ass.
By the time he finished, she hoped he planned to carry her again, because she didn’t think she could tolerate walking. He didn’t disappoint. After drying her off carefully with a big towel, he moved her to the bed. Once he laid her down on the sheets he poured a lotion, also scented with eucalyptus, into the palm of his hand. Warming it in his palms he proceeded to knead it into every muscle and joint, turning her when he needed her to move, until he had attended to every inch of her body.
When he’d given thorough attention to every single part in her body, he gave her another of those almost kisses and pulled the covers over her. In a few seconds he climbed into bed next to her, spooning her against him, her head tucked under his chin. Just as she began to fall asleep, he murmured in her ear. "It was good, Bree. No--spectacular. You can’t deny it or you’d be lying. Tomorrow we’ll talk about it."
Chapter Five
The moment Bree awoke, she realized Rafe had left the bed, although when she touched the sheets on his side, they were still warm. She lay back against the pillows and closed her eyes. Her thoughts were scattered around in her brain like pebbles rolling down the hill. One thing he’d been right about. Her training with the Master didn’t compare with the feelings aroused in her the night before.
He could have pushed her more. She’d actually been prepared for it. But he seemed to have an innate sense of exactly how far to take her this time and when to stop.
Wait! This time? That implied there’d be another and she wasn’t anywhere near ready to think about that. Besides, she planned to leave the next day and they’d probably never see each other again. Although maybe on her trips to visit the new client, they could get together and—and what, Bree? Pretend they were having some kind of relationship?
It might have been fun to switch roles last night, fun being a very mild word for the intensity of what happened. But they hadn’t really scratched the surface of a D/s relationship. They’d merely played at it. He’d given her a taste of what it would be like to switch roles. With him, at least. But that’s all they’d done. Play. Being a submissive wasn’t her role in life or her lifestyle. And she had a feeling Rafe would be a much more demanding Dom in something more long term.
Rafe’s voice broke into her thoughts, the tone edged with humor. "I can smell your brain burning from here."
She opened her eyes to see him standing beside the bed, wearing a pair of boxers and holding a mug of steaming coffee.
"Oh!" She took the mug gratefully. "You are a god."
"I’m glad you noticed."
"And modest, too." She sipped the coffee, inhaling its steamy fragrance. The hot liquid coursing through her system woke up the rest of her sleeping nerves. She focused on the act of drinking, hoping he didn’t plan to start "the conversation" yet.
But when he sat down beside her on the bed, he didn’t mention the previous night at all.
"I thought about making breakfast," he told her, "but there’s a restaurant that overlooks the Guadalupe River that has the kind of atmosphere I think you’d like. And the food is almost as good as the view. They have a terrific Sunday brunch."
"Sounds great." She steeled herself for what came next, surprised when he still ignored the elephant in the room.
"Then I thought we’d do a little more sightseeing. Show you some more of the area. You only have the one day left. I wanted to make sure you took a real taste of Texas back with you." He rubbed his fingers lightly across her exposed tummy. "If there’s something else you’d rather do, though, just tell me and we’ll do it."
"No, that’s fine." She lifted her gaze to his, wondering what she’d see and was stunned by the heated lust blazing in his eyes. "Rafe, I—"
"Need to get up and dressed so we can get going."
"Wait." Her lack of personal items suddenly occurred to her. "I don’t have any clean clothes with me. Or makeup. Or—"
He touched her lips with two fingers. "I could take you back to the hotel to get them, but you might find an excuse to ditch me. I’d rather take you shopping for something new and by the way, you look gorgeous without makeup."
"Liar." She laughed. "Anyway, what’s open at this time of the morning?"
He lifted his cell phone from where he’d left it on the nightstand and showed her the clock. "It’s almost eleven. You nearly slept the morning away."
"What?" She startled, nearly spilling her coffee. "That’s impossible. I never sleep that late. Ever."
"Seems to me there’re a lot of things you never do that you might want to re-examine."
She set the mug carefully on the nightstand. "Maybe now would be a good time to have that talk you mentioned last night."
"And spoil a beautiful day with serious conversation?" he shook his head. "I don’t think so."
A knot formed in her stomach. "Will I hate what you have to say?"
"I hope not." He leaned down and brushed his lips softly over hers. "But like I said, that’s for later. Come on. Out of bed. Throw on yesterday’s clothes and I’ll take you shopping."
Bree managed to finger comb her hair into submission as she dragged on her day-old clothing. Feeling on the dark side of grungy. No makeup, but she did find the lipstick she carried in her purse. Rafe seemed unconcerned about everything, whistling as he pulled on jeans, a shirt and boots. Taking a cream-colored Stetson from his closet he settled it on his head and turned to where she stood.
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"Let’s git." He reached over and swatted her ass.
Immediately moisture dampened her crotch and her nipples tingled. Oh, lord. She was in big trouble. She needed a serious lesson in control.
She didn’t know what she expected, but certainly not the very cleverly constructed row of log cabin stores in Dripping Springs. At noon when they arrived, the stores were just opening. Marcie, the woman who owned the specialty shop he’d ushered her into, lit up when they walked in.
"Why Rafe Morales. I didn’t think we carried anything in your size. You looking for something frilly?"
"Very funny. Marcie, this is Bree Donovan and she needs to do a little shopping."
"Then she’s come to the right place. Honey, you can either tell me what you want, or look around and I’ll set up a dressing room for you."
"Marcie and I have known each other since grade school," Rafe said. "She’s married to a man nearly as good looking as me."
"Ha, ha. Ha," the woman teased. She turned to Bree. "You look to your heart’s content, honey. Let me know when you’re ready."
Bree was only peripherally aware of Marcie and Rafe carrying on a casual conversation while she browsed the merchandise. The woman carried stylish and good quality merchandise.
Now I sound like a snob. People around here obviously want a convenient place to shop.
As an organized shopper, she didn’t take long to make her selections. The place even carried high end lingerie.
"Don’t forget this." Rafe plinked a soft blue Stetson on her head. "Got to have one of these in Texas."
"But I’m only in Texas until tomorrow," she reminded him, laughing. "What will I do with it in Chicago?"
"Show it off, of course."
How could she argue with a man who wouldn’t argue back? When she left she had on brand new jeans, a silky soft blouse and new bra and bikini panties that felt like sin against her body. And of course the Stetson. She couldn’t do anything about her makeup, but at least she felt fresh. And her new boots, which had proved more comfortable than she’d expected, finished off the outfit in style and she hoped, took attention away from her naked face.