by Lexi Blake
She forced herself to relax. He’d been plugging her for days and she’d learned there was nothing truly painful about the experience. Just some pressure and a feeling of being full. She shivered as he placed the lubed tip to her asshole.
“You are so beautiful.”
She held on to his ankle as he pressed the plug in. All that training was paying off because the tip eased in with very little prompting. She didn’t clench, merely gave over because in this her Master would have his way. Somehow it was easier when she could see how he gave in to her. It was inconsequential things like where to eat. He didn’t love Mediterranean food, but he took her to her favorite place and didn’t complain. He preferred rock, but turned the station to country when he drove her someplace.
Tonight had given her great hope despite his refusal to speak long-term future with her. Mitch had held her and rocked her and been kind even though he didn’t understand. He was educable. That was all she could ask for.
She breathed out as he slid the plug in, forcing her to open. A low groan came from the back of her throat as he stretched her wider than he ever had before. So much pressure, but she’d come to think of it as erotic now. Her big strong Master was playing with her. Her body was his toy in these moments and he was right. She didn’t want to give this up. She shouldn’t have to simply because she gave birth. She would still be a woman. She would still need to play with him.
She understood why Big Tag had spent so much time and effort and money on this club. For him and his wife, Sanctum was a place where they could simply be a couple, where they could love each other the way they needed to.
“See, you took that beautifully and you’re not going to have any trouble taking me.” One big hand was on her back while the other caressed the bare flesh of her ass. “Please count for me.”
He didn’t give her time to brace herself. One second he was asking for a count and the next his hand came down on her. The sound cracked through the air and it took a moment for the pain to register. She gasped as it flared through her.
“I asked for a count, Laurel.”
“I hate you.”
The bastard chuckled. “That is not a count and give it a minute. I know what I’m doing. I need a count before I can continue.”
“Good.” He could shove his count up his ass.
“Laurel, if I don’t get a count, I’ll add another swat for every ten seconds it takes you to give me what I requested. Or you can use your safe word.”
After one smack? It had hurt, but now there was a pleasant heat in her backside. She could try a few more. “One.”
His hand came down again and she bit back a shout.
“Two.”
Again. Pain flashed and then heat. It seemed to sink into her skin. She gave him his count and he continued. She could feel the plug. Every time he slapped her ass, the plug sent a shiver up her spine, odd at first and then electric. Like lightning was flashing through her system. Her body was getting pleasantly warm and she could feel her pussy softening.
“I’m not hearing a safe word from you.” His voice was deep. It wasn’t his Master voice. Nope. That gravely, low sound was Mitch’s sex voice. He was hot and ready, and if that cock under her belly was any indication, more than a bit desperate.
“You won’t, Master. You’re right. I’m getting used to it. That was twelve. I believe you owe me another thirteen.”
“How do you do this to me?” He gave her a hard smack, though she knew he could hit her harder. He was measured and careful, giving her only what was required to heat her skin and give her a flare that turned to a sensual tingle. She counted and he smacked again, this one making the plug vibrate. “All I want to do is fuck you, Laurel. I want to tie you up and fuck your ass. I need it. I don’t need anything.”
Or anyone. She was sure his childhood and two failed marriages had taught him not to need anyone, but she was going to change that. “Please, Master. Please let me serve you.”
Fourteen through twenty-two came like a firestorm. As soon as the number slipped from her mouth, he spanked her again, never letting up. She gritted her teeth, giving him what he wanted because she trusted him. She counted it out.
“Twenty-three.” Smack. “Twenty-four.” Smack. “Twenty-five.”
His hand rested on her and she could hear him breathing. Shaky. He sounded a bit shaky, as though he was trying to get back into control.
Laurel breathed in, allowing the pain to shift deep inside. She could feel how wet she was, but she wanted more from him. If she pushed even a little, he would break and fuck her hard and quick. She would love it and he would chastise himself for losing control.
“Master, please can you tie me? I want to feel your ropes around me.”
He helped her up and had the rope in his hands before she could say another thing. She could see the relief stamped on his face. He needed the control, needed it so badly.
Something about her made him lose it and that was great at times. She loved their passion, but this was part of the man, too. He needed to be patient and slow. He needed to rise above his instincts.
She could give him both.
The room was quiet as he worked, wrapping the rope and tying it off. It wasn’t super tight and she suspected that was for her comfort. She found an odd peace as she submitted to him. As he wound the rope around her, working it in diamond patterns, she relaxed. Her whole body was humming. Her blood thumped through her system and she was aroused by the feel of his hands on her skin, but there was no hurry.
She loved this quiet time when they didn’t have to talk, when they could simply be together. Peace and passion. They could have both if they tried.
“Did you hate the spanking? I haven’t had to discipline you before this evening.” They were the first words he’d spoken in fifteen minutes. His hands expertly tied two pieces of jute together before he began a row that would end at her hips.
She could feel where the knots were. The way he’d tied her, they rubbed against her skin, but not in an unpleasant way. It was like everywhere the knots sat was another place he touched her. “I didn’t dislike it and you know it. I suspect you can tell how aroused it got me.”
He breathed in. “I love the way you smell when you want me. And I love how your whole body blushes when I talk about how good you smell.”
It was something none of her previous lovers would have dared to mention, but then nothing was out of bounds sexually as far as Mitch was concerned. He might have a million hangups in real life, but once the clothes came off, he didn’t shy away from anything. “Like I said, I didn’t mind the spanking. And I like this. I like how the rope feels.”
He moved to her back, getting to one knee to finish off the pattern. “You look beautiful. I want you to come downstairs with me. Exactly like this. You can put your skirt on, but I want your breasts out. You look like every Dom’s wet dream. I want to walk around the party and know they’re all looking at my submissive. They’re all jealous because my sub is so fucking gorgeous.”
And just like that all her inhibitions melted away. The giving was a two-way street. While she truly believed she had something to give to her Dom, he definitely gave back. He gave her the confidence that came from knowing she was the center of his world. “Yes, Master.”
She felt him lean over, his lips touching the small of her back and sending shivers up her spine.
“That’s what I like to hear. Yes, Master. Do you know how long I dreamed about hearing those words from your lips, Laurel?”
“No. I thought I was more of a nightmare for you.”
“Never. I dreamed about you the first day we met.” He moved to her front and finished his pattern. “There. You look perfect. Are your breasts all right? Do they hurt at all?”
They ached, but not from the pregnancy. If she gave him any hint she was uncomfortable, he would cut her out in a heartbeat and ruin all his pretty work. He’d wrapped the pattern around her breasts in a way that thrust them up, making them the ce
nterpiece of his artwork. “They’re fine. I feel good though I do have a place where I ache.”
Her pussy ached. She needed to be filled.
“Is that right?” Mitch asked. He stood up and his hands went to the waist of his leathers. He worked the ties quickly and his cock sprung free.
She nodded. It was completely right. She needed him.
He shoved out of his leathers and she couldn’t help but stare, but she was well aware they were in a club, and Mitch could be very formal in a club. “Master, may I touch you?”
He towered over her and took her hand. “Never ask me that again. You can always touch me, always speak to me. It doesn’t matter where we are. You’re mine and that means I’m yours. I will always want you to touch me, Laurel.”
She had to frown because that wasn’t the truth as she’d been told. She placed her hands on his chest, loving how warm and smooth the skin was, how the muscles were hard while his skin was soft. “I heard you believed in high protocol. When I asked around, trying to find out what it would mean to be your submissive, I was told you didn’t allow subs to touch you without permission. I was told your subs had to ask for permission to speak in a club.”
He was still under her touch, allowing her to explore for a moment. “My other relationships have been more hardcore. I wanted my version of a pure D/s relationship with them, and for me that included certain protocols.” When she touched his cock, he winced. “None of that, baby. I’ll come in your hand and I don’t want to do that. Get on the bed. On your knees.”
She had to clench around the plug to move on the bed. It dipped behind her as he joined her. “So I don’t know what it’s really like to be your submissive?”
His hands caressed her hips and she felt his cock lined up at her pussy. “No. This isn’t what it’s like to be my sub. This is what it’s like to be my Laurel.”
He pushed his way in.
Full. She was so full. She could feel him everywhere. The ropes hugged her, the texture caressing her skin. The plug was so big. Mitch had to force his cock inside. Every inch was a delicious fight.
Mitch gripped her hips, thrusting inside. “Do you have any idea how perfect you are for me?”
She’d kind of thought he hadn’t figured that out yet, but she would take it. She tilted her hips up, willing him to give her more. “I know you’re perfect for me. Master, you feel so good.”
He thrust in and pulled back out, taking his time and making her absolutely insane. “You like getting what you want, don’t you, brat?”
He said the word with such affection she couldn’t argue with him. She was being the tiniest bit bratty. She was moving against him, trying to find the perfect angle that would send her flying. “You know I do.”
He pulled out, leaving her empty. “Unfortunately, tonight’s not only about you, baby. I’m going to need you to hold on.”
“Damn it.”
A hard smack hit her ass, sending electric sparks through her. “That’s one protocol I’m not giving up. No cursing in the club. I don’t curse at you. I treat you with respect.”
“I wasn’t disrespecting you. I was merely expressing my deepest regret at your choices.”
He chuckled. “Oh, I bet you are, baby. I bet you regret what I’m about to do, too. But you won’t for long.”
She gasped as he pulled the plug out. Empty. She’d been full and now she was so empty. He moved behind her and she heard the sounds of him opening the lubricant and pouring it on. She didn’t feel it, so she guessed he was preparing his cock. In her mind, she could see her beautiful Master stroking that thick erection of his. His hand would move from the plum-shaped head to the thick stalk, all the way down almost to his balls. He would already be slick with her arousal, but he would need more for what he was about to do.
She braced as she felt the head of his cock at her asshole.
“Relax, baby. You can take me. We’ve been prepping for this. You can handle me.” He pressed inside, using little strokes to open her up.
So much pressure. He was bigger than the plug, but there was something so intimate about it. This was something she’d never shared with anyone, but then even the acts she’d performed before seemed new with Mitchell.
She wanted him to be her last lover, her only Master, her only husband. When they were together like this, it felt so close to being true.
“I want you to flatten out your back.” The words came out of his mouth in a low growl, his hands tightening on her hips. “Take a deep breath and then move against me.”
He was right there. He was stretching her and she wasn’t sure how much of him she could take. The pressure was crazy but not painful. It was an odd feeling, almost an anticipation of pain that never quite showed its face. She could handle this, she decided. She could handle him.
Deep breath in. She moved like a cat stretching, lengthening her spine, lifting her backside. And he slid inside, filling her to the point that she was gasping for air, the sensation so foreign and complex. One of Mitch’s hands slid around and found her clitoris.
Everywhere. He was everywhere. Despite the fact that he was behind her, she felt surrounded by him. All those knots he’d tied were like a hundred hands caressing her. She wanted more, wanted him to tie her up from head to toe and then make love to her. She could be completely under his control and safe. He would worship her with his ropes and then with his cock, and she wouldn’t have to do a thing except feel utterly adored by the man of her dreams.
“God, you feel so good. You can’t know how good it feels to fuck you. I want you to come back to work for me, baby. I’ll call you in when I want you. I’ll fuck you on my desk, on your desk, in the break room, in the fucking lobby. There won’t be a single inch of that office I don’t fuck you in.”
She couldn’t breathe. He was holding himself still and she was trying to adjust. No amount of taking the plug could prepare her for the feel of hot flesh inside her, burning inside and making her want to move, to see what else he could give her. “I don’t think that would be conducive to performance.”
He rubbed her clit in rhythmic circles. “It would for me. I’d have you sit at my feet and when I finish what I need to, I’d have you suck my dick long and hard. A treat for staying on task because I never stay on task any more. I’m always thinking about you, always wondering what you’re doing and where you are and if you’re safe and happy.”
That finger circling her made her forget all about the fact that she was stretched to overflowing. Her pussy was humming with his rhythm. “I’m safe, Master. I’m careful.”
He started to move, tiny thrusts and retreats, as though his hips couldn’t stay still. “I know you are, baby. When I’m not thinking about your safety, I’m daydreaming about fucking you. You’re always there. Always in my head.”
He dragged back, a long stroke from inside, and her body lit with sensation. She couldn’t help it. She tried to stop the moan that came from her throat but it filled the room.
“Yes,” he said as he filled her again. “Yes, that’s what I want. I want you to crave my cock. I want you to take me anytime, anywhere. I want you addicted to this because I sure as hell am.”
He fucked into her again, but this time was easier and she breathed into the sensation. His finger moved on her clit and she felt lit up from within. He pressed down hard and she went over the edge.
It seemed to let him off the leash. He stroked in and out, faster and faster. The heat, the pressure, the pleasure, all swamped her senses as she came again, this time harder than the last. It seemed to never end and then she felt him come. His movements lost their rhythm as he fucked her hard and then held himself against her, giving her everything he had.
He fell on her, cradling her and pulling her into the side of his body as he shifted on the bed. “Never think you aren’t the most beautiful creature in the world.”
In that moment, she could almost believe him.
Chapter Eight
“It’s a dog and a
n orangutan. I don’t see why that makes her cry. Really cry. She was sobbing over a commercial about animals that would eat each other in the wild. I make one comment about the fact that the tiger and the bear would totally go at it for dominance and she tells me I’m the world’s worst human being and won’t talk to me for thirty minutes. How am I supposed to respond to that? I can’t punish her. She’s already crying.” Mitch sat back in his office and looked at Liam O’Donnell, Kai Ferguson, and Ian Taggart. Though to be honest, he was pretty sure Big Tag was asleep. Oh, he was sitting upright, but his eyes were behind mirrored aviators and his breathing was perfectly even. It had been six weeks since Laurel had moved in with him, since she’d become his submissive, and every night seemed like a new whirl on the roller coaster.
Since the night in the club, they’d found a happy rhythm to their lives, but every now and then he felt like he was stepping into a minefield.
Kai shook his head. “This is why signing a contract with her at this stage is a horrible idea. It’s too much change for you and for her as well. This is a good time to take a step back and reassess both of your needs.”
Li groaned. “There’s no stepping back now, Kai. You want to make this some sort of an intellectual thing, but you can’t. Laurel’s pregnant. There’s no way she’s going to be logical, not with all those hormones running through her system. Do you want to know how to handle her, Bradford?”
Kai leaned forward. “The way to handle her is to treat her like a partner. You two got into this because you weren’t thinking. You didn’t have a solid contract in place when you started your sexual relationship and it looks like you’re treating the one you have now with indifference. This isn’t the way to start a relationship, much less one that I know she hopes is going to end in marriage.”
“Says the perpetually single sadist,” Li cracked back. “Love ain’t got nothing to do with logic.”