The complete submission of raising her ass and cunt, asking him to use the toys protruding from them took her to a new high of submission. His eyes on her, his hand ramming the thick dildo into her was what she needed. He was the only one who could give her this. Her body was dying for it. Her mind overwhelmed with the place he’d taken her to.
“Good girl,” he crooned, and then he gripped the center of the dildo and used it on her like the fuck toy she was. Hard and fast he powered it in and out. Her body sucked it in eagerly, pressing back on it with each thrust. The cream that only had heated for about ten minutes lubricated both her orifices and allowed the thick ends of the dildo to ram her ruthlessly.
Her body climbed back to desperation fast and hard. Then his hand landed on her ass in time with each thrust. It was too much. She screamed unimaginable pleasure. His amazing mix of pleasure and pain reached a new level. His ownership drove her with each sharp spank. Jill came in shattering waves. Her mouth open in a gasping howl as he pounded her through it.
Abruptly he stopped. Both the fucking and the spanking. She was done but he’d never just stopped like that before. He pulled the dildo from her body and unsnapped the spreader bar from her legs. Jill fell to the side, gasping. Holdin pulled her legs down, rubbing calves and thighs briskly, making sure the circulation was good as he turned her on her back and removed the bar and leash.
Last, he unbuckled the hood and pulled it off her. Jill lay unmoving on the blanket with her eyes closed. After the deep dark of the hood, she didn’t really want to open her eyes. Amazingly she acknowledged that she didn’t want the hood off. It had been her private world. A safe place where she could do outrageous things.
Off to the side she could hear the water running in the sink again. Turning her head slowly she opened her eyes a slit and watched him wash the dildo. Then set it in the sink drainboard as he washed his hands. Without turning around he spoke. “Come here. Wash your hands.”
Jill rose to her feet. It wasn’t as difficult as she thought it might be. The concrete was cold again as she stepped off the blanket and went to the sink. He handed her the soap and stepped back as she washed.
Leaning against the drainboard, he watched her. Jill kept her head down, concentrating on her task. When she was done, hands dried, she stood there staring at them.
“Good girl,” he approved. “Waiting for instruction. You’re learning.”
She hadn’t consciously been doing that. But it was true. That’s exactly what she’d done.
“Come here.” He held out his arms. Jill almost tripped rushing into them. She sobbed in gulping gasps of air as his big body wrapped around her. “Shhhh, baby, shhhhh,” he crooned, and lifted her into his arms, carrying her to a large leather chair. He sat with her cuddled in his lap and began rocking them both on the smooth gliders. Jill wept in sobbing reaction, clinging to him with arms wrapped tightly around his neck. Holdin petted her back and bottom tenderly as she shook with emotion.
“I’m so proud of you, baby,” he praised her softly. “Such a beautiful, sweet whore. My pretty little cunt.” His tender tone mingled with the words of ownership arrowed into her heart. All of those things were true. For him she was all of these things. And she found she was proud of it too.
The emotional storm eased and she lay in his arms panting lightly. Naked while he held her fully clothed and she didn’t care. He was the strength she needed. The safe place to bring her desires.
Her tears dried and as she lay on his chest her hand shyly stroked up and down the center of it.
“Do you know why we came here tonight?” he asked her. “Look up here, baby. Let me see your eyes and we’ll talk about it.”
Jill pulled back to look at him. For some reason she blushed. It wasn’t her nakedness or even what he’d watched her do. It was how clearly he looked into her soul.
“Please tell me,” she asked softly, remembering his instructions to ask for what she needed.
“It’s because you were running away from me again,” he told her seriously. “You wanted something and refused to tell me. Choosing to hide it from me. You wanted your dominant. Your husband knew it and I kept waiting for you to ask me. Tell me. I’ve waited so damn long for you, Jilly-girl. Stop making me wait.”
Jill bit her lip in shame. He was right. Tonight he’d given her everything she needed and more. Taken her and yet, she’d gone exactly were she wanted to go. He’d drawn the starving whore out of her soul and showed her how much he wanted her just like that. Just as she wanted to be. The only thing that had ever come between them had been her inability to be honest with that whore. To trust him with her. Handing over ownership of that needy woman to the man who made her “needy” seemed so simple. It wasn’t.
Jill swallowed hard. She’d disappointed him and herself. He knew her. He knew her soul and he’d known her needs even when she didn’t have the nerve to face them.
“After tonight do you think there is anything I don’t want to see about you? Can you possibly think there is something you need to hide? Something I don’t want to help you with?” he asked seriously.
“No.”
Holdin’s hand came up from her back to cradle her head in his palm. “I love you so much,” he whispered as he drew her mouth to his. The kiss was deep as she opened to him. He let her head fall back in the surrender she needed while still supporting her. Lifting his lips off her, he smiled softly.
Looking directly into her eyes, his free hand smoothed over her rounded belly, down to the bare, tender skin below it. “Spread, my wayward little whore,” he growled into her lips. “Time for the pussy spanks you’ve earned tonight.”
Jill gasped, her eyes lighting in a new fire as she understood his intentions. Her legs shifted over the arm of the chair, spreading as wide as she could manage. Her body arched up into his palm.
Holdin’s fingers drifted lightly down over bare, sensitive folds as he looked into the future in her eyes. Her face flushed crimson in a blush she apparently would never outgrow. Gently he stroked her eager pussy, bringing her body to humming excitement. “So beautiful,” he whispered, kissing down her neck. “So fucking beautiful.”
Even as she blushed, her hips pressed up into his touch. His naughty little witch strained to spread herself open for him, drawing her legs wider. She became decadent greed under his hand.
Coming back to her mouth, he covered it as his hand rose and landed in a gentle smack. His hand remained holding her stinging folds, applying pressure as his head lifted from her lips.
“Open your eyes. Look at me,” he demanded softly. “That’s my good girl. Whose cunt is this?”
Jill was panting harshly as her eyes lifted to his. Looking him in the eye made her even more naked to him. Loving this was so shattering, and he knew she wanted to hide that little piece of herself from him. He wouldn’t allow it.
“Your cunt,” Jill whispered.
His hand rose again to deliver the stinging pleasure. “Mine,” he breathed as she jerked in wicked bliss. His finger stroked lightly over sensitized folds as he continued. “What has my cunt learned?”
“No hiding.”
Her reward was another sharp spank, followed by knowing fingers swirling around her contracting opening. Teasing but not dipping into her hungry channel.
Jill longed for the dark safety of that hood now. He’d taught her that too. She couldn’t keep her hips from undulating for him, begging him with her body. His beautiful face smiled as his hand rose again. “What do you get when you hide?” His hand landed in an explosion of sensation.
Jill wailed as her body jerked. The intensity of his voice and touch drawing her so fully into the moment that his stroking fingers felt like branding irons moving over her.
“Nothing,” she gasped. “Hiding means the nothingness again.”
“Yessss, for both of us,” he agreed as the dizzying pleasure of sharp smacks to engorged folds came in quick succession now. His lips dove down to her open mouth. Jill screamed i
nto his mouth and came again on the last smack. Convulsing in his arms, he folded her into his chest while she shuddered. His grip was almost desperate. Her need and his were one and always had been. She could take them both to hell or heaven. It would always be her choice. He needed her to know that. Understand they both paid a price.
Panting heavily from the short but hard orgasm, she buried her face in his neck. He was so intensely powerful to her. Larger than life in ways that forever amazed her. She’d been ashamed of how much she needed him. And he knew. He always knew.
Now she was ashamed of not trusting him. Not being strong enough to know that her needs were his. He’d waited so patiently for her. Denying his feelings so she could grow up in hers. Waiting for her to stop being afraid of who she was.
The erotic spanking coupled with his complete control was exactly what she craved. That was why she loved the stimulation so much, she realized. It took her over the edge every time. The combination of exploding sensation and his absolute commitment to her as he gave her the freedom to surrender her soul into his keeping. He could hurt her so badly but he didn’t. That dangerous edge of submission to Holdin was her addiction. His voice broke into her hazy glide back to reality.
“I have something for you. I want you to remember tonight,” he murmured into her bent head. “Every time you look in the mirror I want to you remember this night and know it’s yours any time. Who we are right now is always true. No matter what else we do outside the doors of our bedroom. Now sit up straight.”
Holdin picked her up and turned her to face him. Holding her above his lap, he instructed her to drape her legs over the arms of the chair.
When he’d finished, she was sitting on his knees facing him, her body spread in submissive exposure. It felt so much more decadent now that he’d shaved her. Jill shivered in shy excitement as he gazed at her. It was like feeling power burn over her body and her head dipped down to avoid the intensity of it.
“Hands behind your back. Look at me. See how perfect you are to me,” he said as his eyes moved down over her breasts and down her body. “Good girl,” he praised when her back straightened and arched for him.
Reaching beside him to the short table there, he picked up a case. Flipping it open, he pulled out a sparkling gold chain. The links were sturdy like one saw on men’s bracelets though not thick and masculine. It was a delicate chain of glowing gold with a small padlock at one end.
Jill gasped. Her eyes wide as she looked at the very obvious collar. Putting that around her neck would make this part of their relationship very public. Something he’d never hinted at doing before. A chain with a lock like that could not be mistaken for anything else.
Holdin smiled as he held it and watched her. She didn’t shrink back. “That’s my brave little whore. Stand up please,” he approved.
Deep within, his hardened warrior melted for her again. She was magnificent. He knew what she thought he’d do and she was facing him bravely. Submitting her entire self into his keeping and he thought he might explode with pride in her. There was nothing he’d love more than to proclaim to the world what an amazing woman she was. But the world wasn’t ready to see what he had. No. He’d never place his precious Jill in an uncomfortable situation. Her trust in him, even now, was unfathomable. Living up to it would take a lifetime.
Jill slid off his lap to stand in front of him.
“Give me your right foot and hold on to my shoulder,” he instructed.
Jill’s foot in his lap, Holdin snapped the anklet around her and clicked the pretty lock. On her ankle, it was a beautiful piece of jewelry. The only thing hinting at what it really signified was the lock securing it on her.
Jill stared at it in wonder. The rich gold glowed against her skin. The little lock looked lovely against the glow of her skin. Placing it on her ankle was so perfect. Looking up into his eyes, she smiled in shy amazement.
“Thank you.”
Holdin pulled her back into his arms, hugging her fiercely. “Baby, I know you thought that was a new collar. There’s no need for that between us. You are as free as your heart wants to be. The choice is always yours.” He breathed in deeply as he told her what she knew. “All I want is to remind you that those feet need to come to me, Jilly-girl. My heart is the only place you bring a problem. No matter what it is.”
About the Author
Hello everyone. If you’re reading this, I hope it means you’ve enjoyed reading one of my books. If you have some other opinion of them, feel free to lie to me anyway. I hereby absolve you from all possible guilt and consequences for flagrant, adjective, saturated lying to the author.
I’m a chronic fantasizer. Every good romance novel ended too soon. After a while, I started making up stories when I had a few minutes to while away. So now, instead of sitting around with a blank look on my face, I’ve taken to writing them down.
Because of my father’s job, we moved every three years in my early life. My first memories are of Bermuda, and then we were in several African countries. It was a wonderful childhood. I gained a rich cultural background in the world community, but never learned to spell. As an adult, I avoided writing at all costs, embarrassed over my limitations.
But the writer will not stay silent forever. She broke out, and insisted on learning the mystical world of grammar and spelling. Haven’t mastered all of it yet, but they let me write for you anyway. Bless every editor on the planet. They give dreamers a place to send fantasies and save us the embarrassment of owning our shortcomings.
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