by Angel Payne
He beckoned her to start climbing in front of him. If she tripped or lost her balance, he needed to be on the right end to catch her. She made it up without a problem and then stood in place, waiting for him—though when he joined her, he saw that her stillness had less to do with obedience and more to do with amazement. Couldn’t blame her for that. He’d fired the same reaction at Wyatt this afternoon when his uncle brought him to help with setup. Wasn’t every day that a guy got invited to play in the Kinky Barn, where velvet blankets atop strategic hay bales became an instant spanking bench, an old Hawkins wagon wheel was transformed into a bondage lattice, and an equally ancient plough was outfitted with a pillow and leather straps that would place a cute subbie into a very interesting position. In addition, a fucking swing was suspended from a rafter next to a wrought-iron bed that had been Wyatt’s splurge, custom-ordered from a local lifestyle furniture maker according to the exact space specs of the loft. Garrett had wasted exactly two seconds being stunned Wyatt had found such a guy in Iowa before focusing fully on what he wanted to do to Sage on that expansive leather pad.
Ohhhh, yeah. He’d started formulating his plan that very moment—and tossed it all out the window within the last fifteen minutes. It was all he could do not to congratulate himself for the new plot with a snicker, though his grin must’ve given some of his wicked intent away, judging from the way Sage threw her gaze between him and the bed…and what he’d placed on it.
Time to remind her who called the shots tonight.
“Eyes back here, sweetheart.” His blood heated as she complied, though she looked a little anxious about it now. The feeling of having her trust, even in the face of her uncertainty… It heated his blood, powered his fortitude, moved his soul. “Thank you,” he murmured, kissing her forehead.
“Thank you,” she returned, raising a radiant smile. “This is all…amazing.”
He took a step back from her, filling the simple move with purpose, extending his arms to his sides and leveling his shoulders. “I appreciate the words, sugar…but now it’s time to show me your gratitude.”
Her breath caught at that. He savored the sound nearly as much as the gift she gave him next. With ballet-like grace, Sage unzipped the parka and let it fall from her body. She pulled out of the boots next. After stepping away from the mound of clothing, she lowered to her knees in front of him. Garrett let her hear his lungs stopping now. She’d spent the last five months in embarrassment about what the pregnancy had done to her body, moaning that she wasn’t the size of a starving model anymore. He used this opportunity to tell her exactly what he thought of that bullshit now.
“Holy Christ. You’ve never looked more beautiful.”
She answered by rolling her eyes at his kneecaps, which sent a spear of fury straight into his chest. Gripping her chin in his hand, he forced her gaze back up at him. Defiance fired in her eyes, almost daring him to challenge her on this subject, which she’d been pretty damn vocal about since Racer’s birth. But he was ready for that dare. And ready to do a lot more than challenge her on it.
He let a low growl unfurl before demanding, “Who are you when we’re together like this?” After a few long seconds of her tight silence, he repeated. “Who. Are. You?”
Her jaw trembled beneath his fingers. Her surrender wasn’t so easy when it meant capitulating the control on her warped body image. Garrett waited again, watching the war of her will and her desire play across her face. At last, in a tiny rasp, she responded, “S. I am S.”
He relaxed his hold a little, stroking her cheek with his thumb to indicate how deeply she’d pleased him. “And who am I?”
“You are Master.”
“The Master who’s still staggered by what your body did to bring our boy into the world. And the Master who’s insulted every time you speak a word of shame against it. So from now on, whether you’re in the grown-up play room with me or the toddler play room with Race, the second you trash-talk your figure is the second you’ve earned yourself twenty swats with the slotted paddle.”
Her face constricted. Her eyes glittered like angry emeralds. “Twenty? Are you serious?”
“Serious is one way of putting it.” He flattened his lips. “You insult me when you attack your body, S. And I don’t take insults lightly.”
“You also don’t take safe words lightly.”
“No, I don’t.” He returned her victorious smirk with, “But I have a damn good recollection of how much my little girl loves to be edged on orgasms.” After she shot him a furious groan, he murmured, “I take it we’re square now?”
Her mouth stiffened too. But she replied in a mutter, “Yes, Sir. We’re square.”
“That’s good, because it’s time for you to honor your body in another way.” He nodded meaningfully toward her slice of chocolate pie, which he’d placed where the pillow should be on the bondage bed. “You haven’t finished your dinner yet.”
After pulling her up with care, he tugged her over and watched her gaze get bigger upon approach to the other item on the bed: a triangle-shaped positioner cushion. Normally, Garrett would instruct her on what he wanted, but tonight was all about stamping I Am Master all over her psyche once more. Without hesitation, he lifted her and positioned her to lie facedown, with her waist caught by the pillow’s apex. Before she could get out one huff of protest, he’d yanked open both of the leather wrist restraints clipped onto chains that attached to the bed’s sides and secured her into them.
She’d been beautiful at his knees.
She was breathtaking now.
With her arms stretched out and her ass in the air, she had to spread her knees a little to maintain balance. Garrett secretly smiled when he anticipated her having to widen them again once he gave her his next command.
“Lift your head, S…and eat your dessert. Every bite. I’m watching.”
Chapter Five
Was he freaking kidding?
Sage received the answer to her internal rant pretty fast, in the form of her Dominant’s firm steps around to the head of the bed—right where she could lift her head for an eyeful of a beautiful erection defined by soft black leather. She could’ve sworn his cock pulsed as she gazed at it…not the most helpful observation in her fight to win back a little dignity here.
Was she really going to do this? Eat a slab of chocolate cream pie like some tethered slave girl?
But if she did…would that make him harder? Bigger?
There was only one way to find out. And damn, the pie was good.
She tilted her face and let the tantalizing cocoa smell draw her toward the plate. Since he’d given her no choice, she had to use her tongue as a fork, dipping into the sweet filling and scooping it into her mouth.
Garrett sucked in a hard breath. And the crotch of his pants stretched tighter.
Sage sighed in return. She took another bite, willingly this time. She suddenly realized that it wasn’t such a tragedy to shove aside her pride when the reward was her Sir’s clear gratification.
One bite went in. Then another and another. Garrett said nothing else as she ate, but his tight grunts conveyed a thousand words apiece. Each was filled with deepening volume, growing need.
When she looked down on what was sure to be her last two bites of the pie, Garrett tugged on her scalp to force her back. “Very good, little girl. You’ve done so well that you’ll enjoy the last of your dessert in a special way.”
As he made the promise, he unzipped his leathers.
Sage combined her moan with his as his erection burst free, powerful and huge, a milky drop already filling the slit at the top. Garrett braced his thighs against the latticed iron of the bed frame in order to take care of his promise with two hands. One fist claimed the base of his stalk, including his balls. With the other hand, he worked the pie’s filling up and down his length. The sweet stuff clung to every inch of him, making her gasp as the matching parts of her body reacted to his hedonistic perfection. Rich chocolate and the taste of his cock�
� The man was going to kill her with temptation.
“Oh, Sir.” After the words fell from her lips, she kept them parted in need. “I’m suddenly very hungry.”
Even Garrett’s arrogant hum didn’t stop her from craving the special treat he’d created. “Then who am I to disappoint my girl?” He guided his broad head to the tips of her lips. “Get every morsel, S. Believe me, I’m still watching.”
His directive, as thick and decadent as the cream that met her tongue at first lick, brought tears of happiness to her eyes. She’d missed this so much. Had longed so deeply to serve her Master again, to know he desired her like this, to feel needed in this way. She just hadn’t known how to ask. When she’d first attempted to talk about adding Dominance and submission to their relationship, Garrett had been so conflicted that it nearly tore them apart. Though he’d at last seen the deeper connection it could bring them and embraced his Dominant side, it seemed the switch was thrown the other way after Race’s birth. He’d been more than ready to touch her as soon as it was medically okay to do so…but their play room door had stayed shut for months.
With hope surging in her heart, she tongued and nipped at him. With heat conquering her blood, she savored his heady flesh mixed with the dessert’s decadence. With joy swooping across her soul, she listened to him shove out a tormented growl.
“Oh, my little S…you’re so good to me.” He pushed himself into her mouth, just the crown, teasing her. “Show me more. Open wider. I need to fuck your mouth.”
She had barely released a moan of acquiescence before he filled her completely, pushing relentlessly toward the back of her throat. She shut off her brain and descended into a state of pure animal reaction, taking breaths through her nose as she welcomed his invasion. When he drove into her again, she sucked him harder. On the third time, his balls slammed her chin.
Through a fog, she heard Garrett’s harsh grunt. One of his hands twisted into her ponytail, using it to deepen his penetration. She loved every hot, primitive second of it. Rejoiced in being the sole instrument of his desire. Savored every sweet and salty inch of him, stretching her mouth and throat to their limits. Pushing her as nobody else could.
“Fuck!” His voice was nearly all breath as he pulled away. He left her in that position, forcing her to stare at his glistening, dark-red length while he composed himself. “Naughty S,” he growled. “You did that so well, I almost shot my come into your mouth. And I am so not done with you yet.”
He demonstrated that point by circling around to climb onto the bed, positioning himself behind her. Because of the spread-eagle way he’d bound her hands, there was no way she could indulge even a peek at what he had in mind next.
But oh God, were her ears working.
When a low, repetitive hum filled the air, she couldn’t hold back her whimper of gratitude. The sound was better than a classic disco remix to her, and Garrett knew it. She had no idea if he’d borrowed the pulsating wand or brought their unit from home, and she really didn’t care. She just needed it in her pussy…about five minutes ago.
Her Master had other plans. Damn it.
While leaving the wand on, Garrett slid a couple of fingers along the cushions of her labia. “Well, guess who’s soaking wet.”
The untamed edges of his tone were gone. His baritone was a silky strand of control once more. It turned her on even more than his growl and dipped her spirit deeper into the dark perfection of her submissiveness.
It was from those shadows that she rasped to him, “S, Master. It’s S who’s wet and ready for you.”
He pulled his hand away from her pussy and braced it against her hip, making her writhe in more urgent need. “I’m glad to hear that…but S isn’t getting anything until she has a little chat with Sage. She needs to deliver a message to Sage for me.”
At this point, she’d agree to fly to the moon for him. She was halfway there, anyway. “S agrees. Dear God, she’ll do anything for you.”
He took his time about answering that. A lot of time. Those extended minutes were filled with the magical teasing of his hands, roaming her entire body. He stroked her shoulders and dragged his nails along her neck. Cupped her breasts and played mercilessly with her nipples. Swept his big palms over her stomach, down her thighs, even along her calves and over her feet, playing with each of her toes. “You need to tell Sage how much I adore this body…but, more importantly, how much I treasure the mind, the heart, and the soul inside it. Sage has been denying those needs for far too long. She’ll agree to talk to someone about her depression as soon as we return home to Seattle. Does Sage understand?”
She paid back his pause with one of her own. It wasn’t intentional. Words were hard to form when one’s heart was bared as much as one’s body.
She searched that heart for a scream of resistance, a snarl of how-dare-you. She should hate him for doing this, tying her down and arousing her to the point of quaking need, but she didn’t. Garrett had finally embraced his Dominant side out of love for her, and they’d rejoiced together about the realizations it brought him: that when Master and S came together, they were committed to being naked for each other, emotionally and physically. Bringing her up here tonight equaled his version of opening up to her about how worried he really was for her. It was a step of honesty from the heart of her hero, and she owed him the same in return.
Swallowing against the tears that welled and spilled, she finally managed a whisper. “Yes, Master. Sage understands.”
Garrett leaned and set her wrists free from the cuffs. He kept his big body pressed over her, his erection throbbing against her back. “Thank you.” He said it against her neck before biting her gently there.
He pulled away once more but grasped one of her hands as he did, guiding her to sit up so he could scoop her off the bed. The command ingrained onto his face was plenty reason not to protest what he had in mind next. His erection, filling the V in his opened leathers, stressed the point even more.
Another reason to gawk at him? As soon as he set her down in front of the plough, he peeled off his Henley, exposing the tawny magnificence of his shoulders, chest, and stomach. Now his erection had some company—and her mouth had something new to water for.
Before she could entertain the fantasy of licking him from neck to navel, Garrett nodded toward the plough. “Down you go, sugar. Your head rests on the pad, and your ass fits into the opening between the handles.” A smirk lifted his lips. “I’ll take care of your legs.”
Despite the confidence of his orders, she threw him a frown. “My head…goes down there?” Her stomach flipped when Garrett made like Thor with a glower and a cross of arms. “Okay, all right,” she muttered. “Yes, Sir.”
With his help, she lay back in position. The angle wasn’t horrible, raising her body into a thirty-degree slant rather than the forty-five she’d expected, but with the way the headrest was positioned, she might as well have been blindfolded in terms of seeing anything Garrett had planned for her from the waist down. Or in this case, the waist up.
But what she couldn’t see, she could certainly feel.
He tethered her arms first, using a length of soft rope for the task. If the feel of the bindings and his knots weren’t enough of a taunt, the man made sure to stand between her thighs through every moment of the task, letting his erection once more press against her abdomen, directly above her sex. Driven crazy by desire, she tried to lift her hips, hoping a direct plea from her pussy lips would help hurry him along.
Wrong move. Garrett lowered his palm in a firm smack to her mound, making her yelp in a crazy mix of pain and arousal. “One more move like that, little S, and I’ll forget I charged up the wand.”
She clenched her teeth. “Yes, Sir.”
Garrett, the letch, gave a chuckle as if they were out on a Sunday picnic. How could he be so damn tranquil with a hard-on that spectacular? She quivered just thinking about him fucking her with it, filling her pussy until she screamed from the perfect pain of it, but he
continued latching her into the leather leg straps, around her upper thighs, knees, and ankles, like he had all night to drive her to the brink of insanity. Numerous times.
“Comfy?” he finally drawled while checking the buckles on each strap again. Even the feel of him doing that made Sage wet with anticipation. With the exception of turning her head left and right, she was unable to move. Locked down, completely at the mercy of her Master. And sweet shit was he into the role tonight.
Even knowing that, she couldn’t control the snarky bite in her reply. “Just fucking peachy.”
Would she ever learn her lesson?
Garrett rained two hard swats onto her pussy this time. “Still hanging on to the ’tude a bit, sugar? That’s just fine with me. I have more where those came from. How ’bout you?”
Cocky bastard. He had to rub in the burn from the spanks by pressing at the outside of her labia, didn’t he? Sage gasped and let out a groan as he dug in both thumbs, knowing exactly where to press so her clit was teased to the max.
“Oh!” She let it out just as he bent another finger in to spread her more intimate tissues, exposing that trembling ridge fully now. “Oh, please God!”
“He’s likely around here somewhere, but why don’t you try talking to me, instead?”
Cheeky, cocky, infuriating, sexy bastard.
“M-Master…I’ll behave. I promise. I just n-need…”
“What?” he prompted when she stammered into silence. “Tell me, S. What is it that you need?”