Guardian Domination

by Breanna Hayse

  “He’ll have to learn to contain himself, just like I did. Seriously, do you think she has eyes for anyone else?”

  “I didn’t, until you started to ignore me. By then, I knew I could make you jealous.” Gayle snuggled against Mark’s chest and started nibbling on his neck.

  He looked down at her with a smile. “Ah yes, I remember. You paid dearly, too, didn’t you? We will just have to make sure that our little girl never feels ignored. At least, not by Jace.”

  “Poor kid. Sweetheart? Would you like a day of total obedience? Starting now? What is your pleasure, Master?”

  “Hmmmm, well, you may begin by…” Mark grinned, flipping her away from him. Gayle moaned as he began to nibble on her shoulder, nipping enough to gain a yelp as he ventured down her lean body and found her well-rounded globes. With a voracious laugh, he sunk his teeth into her right cheek.

  “OW!” Gayle yelped, unable to escape. Mark placed his left hand on the back of her neck and pressed her down on the deck, bending her over the side of the tub before running his right hand right over her back, bottom and thighs.

  Slowly, he traced her crevice with the tip of his finger, and tugged her clit ring before his gentle probing discovered she was already wet with need. He pressed his finger deep inside of her, plunging in and out as he felt her body spreading itself to give him access. He added a second finger, and then a third as Gayle lifted her body to him.

  He positioned himself behind her as she lay on her stomach, gripping the edge of the deck. Spreading her thighs wide, Mark placed both hands on her ass cheeks and spread them apart to gaze at the whispering pink rosebud that beckoned for his attention.

  He grazed his teeth over her soft skin and then flicked his tongue over the shivering hole. Gayle groaned, her longing for his attention increasing with every tiny move. Running his rough chin over the flesh of her crevice, Mark plunged his tongue into her most private spot. Like a tiny cock, he moved it along the rim and through the tight muscle. Gayle squirmed beneath his mouth, begging for more. Begging for him to take her in the ass… Like a man.

  Mark was ready. Gayle’s uninhibited passion and pleas aroused him like no other woman ever had. He stood between her supple thighs and pressed the tip of his throbbing cock to her ready entrance and eased the bulbous head past the tight sphincter, his heart racing as Gayle squealed her delight.

  “All the way, damnit! Hard!” she ordered, raising her bottom high for him to fill her. Mark obliged, lunging his shaft into the depths of her bowels. He was rewarded by a muffled, happy moan. His rhythm increased and his deep pumping intensified as he spurred himself toward orgasm.

  Gayle reached between her legs and found her clit, rubbing furiously as she continued to lift her backside for him to fill. Mark tensed as his time grew closer, gritting his teeth as he waited for Gayle’s cry of pleasure. With one final push, he spilled his seed deep within her and collapsed across her back, panting for air.

  Gayle turned her face to smile, her half-lidded eyes bright. “So much for the warm up… let’s see what you can really do,” she challenged him with a throaty growl. With a laugh, Mark eagerly showed her.

  * * *

  “You can stop now!” I hissed after receiving ten rather hard strokes with the tawse.

  “You aren’t sounding very contrite, Young Lady. I counted eight different occasions of significant fidgeting during the movie. I promised ten strokes for each infraction carried out with a different implement. Now, you have the choice. You can change the attitude and be a well behaved sub, or we can go down to The Room and I’ll double the amount of strokes. Well? Which is it?” Jace asked, picking up a riding crop and swinging it casually through the air.

  I glared at him. I had to remind myself why I was allowing this. “I’m sorry, Sir. Please forgive me,” I sighed, resuming my position.

  I could sense Jace’s pleasure in my response and I felt proud for a moment. I counted out the ten strokes with the crop, gritting my teeth along the way. It wasn’t the worst he had used on me so far. One more implement to go.

  “Hmmm, I’m in a quandary. The cane or the frat paddle? Do you have a choice, my dear?”

  Dear God, no. They both sent me to my knees. This wasn’t serious punishment, I had to remind myself, I need to trust him. “Whichever you desire, Sir.” I whispered fearfully.

  Jace hummed thoughtfully as he stood behind me. Just as I feared, he chose the cane and sent it biting into my already tender flesh. He rubbed my bottom between strokes, easing my fear and soothing my skin, but it did not stop the onslaught of real tears when he finished the ten. He calmly placed the cane on the coffee table and sat on the couch, calling me to him. He laid me across his lap and gently rubbed the sting out of my bottom and thighs, lingering over some bruises that had come from the earlier part of the day.

  “My sweet bottom,” he teased, “if only she knew how to avoid things that end up making her so uncomfortable. I bet she’s learning something today.”

  Other than the fact he really was insane and sadistic, I learned that I loved him more than I could stand. He sat me up to hold me tightly, kissing the tears on my cheek and stroking my hair. I sighed and settled into the strength of his arms, my bottom burning as it felt the pressure of his leg against it. This was my happy place.

  It didn’t last long enough. Jace decided he needed a break and to practice, and sent me out to the stable to take the puppies and my new horse, Star, for a ride. She was broad and flat, with a solid mount and flanks. Posting protected me a little and I had to admit, galloping with her across the property in the brisk November air was invigorating. I would have to ask Jace when he was going to get himself a horse so we could ride together.

  The ocean wind whistled through the venting holes in the sea wall, sending rushes of cold air into my face. I desperately wished Jace was there with me to enjoy the feeling. It actually made me miss him. I looked at the ocean and saw a tiny boat floating far off shore. How easily that little thing could get swept away by a rip tide and disappear before anyone even knew it was missing.

  Then everything dawned on me. If I felt this empty without him, it was how he probably felt when I was gone from his sight.

  I raced back to the house and, flinging the door open, I rushed in, interrupting Jace’s practice.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked with worry.

  I jumped into his arms and squeezed him tightly around the neck. “I get it! I miss you so much! I will do anything to show you I never want to leave you. You’re right about everything, and I was too stupid to see it. I can’t even breathe sea air without thinking of you and hoping you’re alright. I’m so sorry I was so irresponsible and selfish to you.”

  “Interesting epiphany. What happened?” he asked gently, setting his guitar down and pulling me onto his lap. I told him about the ride and the wind, how big everything seemed and how the air smelled as it was forced through the vent holes, how easy it would be to lose someone in such a big world and not be able to share even little moments.

  Jace listened, trying to piece together the mishmash of words. I went on and on, about how little I felt and how I needed his strength to build me into who I was supposed to be. How he was part of my soul, my conscience, my GPS through this life I had to live. A life that I wanted to live now that I knew what love felt like. I shared with him how unfair I’ve been by challenging his need to give me comfort, protection and security.

  When I finally ran out of words, Jace took a big breath. “I’m not quite sure what to say to all that.”

  “How about you show me instead?” I asked, touching his lips.

  Jace eyed me. “Do you want another spanking? I can do that… come on, over my knee.”

  “No… I want…fine,” I groaned, obeying. “Yes, sir. Whatever you wish. OW!”

  I could feel his smile as he spanked me thoroughly and, although I yelped and squirmed, I couldn’t help but smile back. I had my answers.

  Chapter Twenty-One

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bsp; Rewards

  Thanksgiving was here again. Mark and Gayle left to spend the holiday with his family while Jace and I spent an incredible weekend together. He rented a yacht for Thanksgiving day, on Friday took me to San Jose to see the Winchester House and share a romantic dinner, and on Saturday, we took the puppies up to Big Sur. We roamed around the forest, talking about everything that came to mind. It felt so natural to be holding his hand as we strolled closely next to each other, our shoulders touching. I asked him if he was having fun.

  “I honestly can’t remember the last time I enjoyed myself quite so much. You’re a great companion, you know,” he said to me, his eyes meeting mine warmly.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my lips boldly to his. He hesitated for a moment before he returned the kiss, making me melt in his arms as his tongue penetrated my mouth and danced against mine. His taste was tantalizingly sweet and I wanted to drink him in. Interrupted by the girls, we broke apart, still staring at one another and both knowing that it would not be long before we would be joined completely.

  Sunday, we went to Stockton so that the girls could get their ‘herding fix’ while Jace looked at horses. After a joyous and uneventful canter around the pasture, Jace had a new horse that he named Shadow. We left the stables that afternoon with a warning from the stable manager that the animal that ‘chose’ Jace was a clown and would either roll or sit to dislodge his rider.

  “Did you have a good weekend, Baby?” Jace asked that night as he tucked me into bed.

  “I did. Thank you so much. We have a lot of fun together, don’t we?”

  “Especially since you’ve been such a good girl. You earned a special treat for that, too.”

  “I don’t need anything, you already give me enough,” I said, hugging him.

  “No, you deserve this. Lay back.”

  “What are you going to do?” I asked, obeying.

  “Going to introduce you to something special. Close your eyes.”

  I trembled as his fingers touched my eyelids and I felt him hover over my body. His fingers ran along my arms, barely touching my skin and causing me to shiver. He gently lifted one arm and turned it over to expose the soft underside, and then ran his lips from my palm to the crook of my elbow, kissing and scraping with his teeth. A quiver traveled up my arm and into my chest.

  I suppressed a moan as his lips journeyed up the length of my arm, across my shoulder and to the base of my throat. He nibbled and kissed me gently, teasing me as I began to hunger for his lips upon mine. I reached to steer his head and he caught my hand, holding it down on the mattress.

  “Oh, no… you are to stay still and not touch. This is a reward for your good behavior,” he whispered in my ear. I gasped as he sucked on my earlobe and then sunk his teeth into the side of my neck, causing me to spasm with desire. His lips continued to caress my neck and throat, and I felt my breasts ache for his touch.

  “Please…” I said breathlessly. “Touch me.”

  “Where would you like me to touch you, Celeste? Tell me.” His piercing blue eyes stared down at me.

  “My… breasts. Touch my breasts. Please,” I begged, arching my body towards him.

  Jace smiled, tracing his finger along my face. “Are you sure? Do you really want that?”

  “How could you ask? Touch me… I’m begging you,” I pleaded, grabbing his hand and placing it over my T-shirt clad chest. Jace gently began to trace the pattern of the shirt, deliberately missing the rigid peaks of my nipples as they strained against the soft fabric. I groaned, the torture of waiting for him to pay homage to my hungering nips was dizzying. When he brushed a fingertip over the very tip of my left nipple, my body launched upwards in an electric response.

  Grinning, Jace slowly reached beneath the shirt, his warm hand resting on my flat stomach before it ventured to my yearning breast. I sighed loudly as he cupped me with one hand, his thumb slowly stroking over the top of the aroused peak. An aching began to grow in my groin and I felt my pussy become moist with desire for him.

  “Jace… your mouth. Please…” I croaked out. Ever so slowly, Jace lifted the shirt to expose my right breast and bent his head to engulf my throbbing nipple. A surge of pleasure and want rushed through my body as I experienced his mouth upon me for the first time. His teeth and tongue worked together to bring me to a point of dissatisfaction.

  “MORE!” I begged as he alternated between my left and right breasts. “Please, Jace… More.”

  “What would you like?” he asked, his words muffled as he made love to my breasts.

  “Touch me… down… there…” I whispered hoarsely.

  “Have you ever been touched there before?” he asked, his mouth steadily grazing my nipples as I squirmed against him.

  “No… but I want you…”

  “Then say it, Celeste. Tell me what you want.”

  “I want you to… touch my pussy,” I forced out, feeling embarrassed by being made to say the words out loud.

  Jace was not satisfied. “How would you like me to touch you pussy, Celeste?”

  “With your fingers…” I murmured, afraid to say what I really desired.

  “Is that all?” Jace asked, his hand starting to travel the left of my stomach and pause at the band of my panties.

  I shook my head, unable to tell him what I truly needed from him.

  His hand gently slipped under the silky fabric and rested on my hip. “Say it, my love. Tell me what you want from me. This is your time.”

  “I can’t, Jace… it’s too embarrassing,” I whimpered, gasping as his finger found its way between my legs and touched my swollen clit.

  “We have no secrets between us. Say it, Darling.”

  I arched my back and he slowly rubbed my throbbing nub and dipped his finger into me, feeling the depth of my need for him. “Please… touch me with your mouth, Jace.”

  “Good girl,” he praised. With two hands, he peeled the panties from my body and began to cover my stomach and hips with tiny nibbles and kisses, his hands stroking the inside of my thighs and exploring the curves of my bottom. I closed my eyes, picturing his journey over my body and becoming more aroused as I felt his hot breath approach my pussy.

  My back arched abruptly as he parted my pussy lips and blew gently over my engorged clit. When the tip of his tongue touched me, a squeal erupted from my mouth as I fought not to grind my body into his. I never imagined anything that could feel so incredible as Jace Jordon’s tongue and lips on my body. I shuddered as he lapped at my juices and inserted a finger deep inside of me.

  “You are not to come until I tell you, Celeste. Only I will bring you to pleasure from now on and it will be upon my command. Understand?

  “Yes, Jace! Yes! Please… no more waiting…” I cried out, wiggling beneath him.

  Jace ran his tongue over my clit and then pulled the pulsating nob between his lips. I gasped, eyes wide, as he began to suck on it like he had done with my breasts… using his tongue and teeth to add pressure as he increased the suction and the intensity.

  I grabbed his head, unable to control myself as I spread my thighs wider for him to have better access. I fought against the current of delight that coursed through me.

  “Jace… please let me come! Oh God… please!”

  “You may,” he said, dipping his tongue into me and then sucking my clit once more between his lips. I held back nothing as I screamed my pleasure, grasping the headboard as I convulsed with the longest, and most wonderfully painful climax I had ever experienced. It took me five minutes before my quivering subsided and I was able to let go of the headboard and bring my knee back down to the mattress.

  “I gather you enjoyed that?” Jace asked, pulling me closely to him.

  “It… hurt. You are amazing,” I purred, snuggling into his warm arms.

  Jace was pleased, kissing me. I could taste myself on his lips and was immediately aroused. I began to reach for him and he clutched my hand.

  “Not yet, Baby. I t
old you, intercourse will wait.”

  “But what about your needs? I could…”

  “No… Go to sleep now. I love you.”

  “I love you too, Jace. Thank you.”

  Without asking, he slipped under the blankets to hold me and we both quickly fell asleep in each other’s arms.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Winter Break

  I was sitting unhappily at the breakfast bar glaring into the bowl of oatmeal. I hate oatmeal. It looks like someone blew chunks.

  Jace walked into the kitchen with something behind his back and a big grin on his face. “Finished eating?” he asked.

  “I hate oatmeal and I don’t know why you keep trying to get me to eat it. What do you have?”

  “I forgot,” Jace said, shrugging, not letting me see what he was hiding.

  I pretended I didn’t care and went back to staring at the bowl. Jace excused himself to answer the phone and the oatmeal quickly found itself in the tummies of Princess and Diamond. I pretended to scrape the bowl as I heard him return about ten minutes later. Jace looked pleased at my obedience; until Diamond puked her share. I could only smile and shrug.

  “Brat. I don’t know what to do with you sometimes. Okay, drink your juice and come into the living room.”

  Oh shit, I couldn’t possibly be in trouble for this. I reluctantly followed and cautiously approached him. He pulled me onto his lap and handed me an envelope.

  “What’s this?” I asked, opening it. I held in my hands a brochure for the Catalina Islands. “A cruise? You’re taking me on a cruise?!” I squealed, squeezing his neck.

  “Well, I thought that this would be a good way to give us a change of scenery during your winter break. Just you and me, Kid.”

  “Really? Awesome! Thank you so much. When are we going?” I bounced on his lap.

  “The day after Christmas.”

  “That’s next week! Oh, I can’t wait.”