His hand cupped her bottom. “These ass cheeks are perfect for spanking. Their shape fits my palm exactly, as if they were made for one another. This ass is also perfect for fucking. Very soon, we’re going to be together like that.”
His questing fingers brushed her back hole and her body quivered in anticipation. She knew without a doubt she wanted his cock there. Everything he had done had brought her cascades of pleasure. She was sure this would be no different.
He moved his hands down to her thighs and nudged them apart.
“This pussy is mine. It belongs solely to me. It’s wet and hot and feels like a perfect heaven when I’m inside you. I can’t even begin to tell you how it feels when I’m fucking you. It’s more pleasure than I’ve ever known. My cock fits so tight and snug in this cunt. It gets wet when I touch it, and it tastes like ambrosia. I love to lick your cream and make you come on my face.”
He ran his hands up and down her legs, pressing tiny kisses to the inside of her thighs. She moaned with pleasure, her arousal building.
“These legs are strong and firm from your running and working out. When I’m inside you and you wrap them around my waist, it tells me you want to fuck as much as I do. These legs can also walk away from me or toward me. I always want you walking toward me, Tori.”
He stood and turned her toward the mirror again. “This is what I see when I look at you.”
She blinked and pressed her hands to her wet cheeks. She was crying, her tears running down her face. She’d never felt more beautiful than she did at this moment with this man. Her Devil Dom…with a soft, gooey center.
He brushed her hands away and wiped her tears, kissing the glistening trails on her cheeks.
“I didn’t mean to make you cry, love. I just wanted to open your eyes. You’re not only beautiful, you’re smart and talented, a creative dynamo. You’re a good friend, a good mother, and you’re my woman.”
She pressed herself against him and hugged him close. “You’re my man. My Dominant.”
Her heart ached in her chest. She was totally and completely in love with his man. Her throat was tight. The words wouldn’t come. Actions would have to do. She dropped to her knees, her head bowed.
“Please, Master. Please let me serve you.”
* * * *
“Yes, you may serve me. Stand, slave.”
His voice was rough and gravelly, a lump in his throat. He’d loved other people in his life, his parents, his siblings, and his ex-wife. Nothing had prepared him for loving Tori Cordell. It filled every part of him and whipped him around until he was dizzy and drunk with happiness. He’d loved his ex-wife as a boy in his early twenties, as deeply as someone who hadn’t truly experienced life, pain, joy, disappointment, and triumph could be expected to.
He loved Tori as a grown man with a man’s heart and soul. It wasn’t curable. He would love her until the day he died. He could only hope she felt the same, despite her earlier assertions she wasn’t looking for permanence. The expression on her face shone bright with love. He simply couldn’t be reading her wrong.
He moved her to the open area of his bedroom, her skin soft and fragrant. He leaned in and took a deep breath and the scent of sunshine and flowers teased his nostrils. He retrieved the cuffs he had hidden in his pocket and quickly buckled them around her wrists. He wanted to get to the good part. He knew exactly what scene they were going to play out tonight.
He reached up and grabbed one of the decorative chains from the hook in the wall. They were attached to a center hook in the ceiling, creating a canopy effect. The casual observer would think they were for show, an interior-design prop. They matched the gold chain pattern in the four-poster bed and caught the light when candles were lit. Only he knew they were for play time, and soon, so would Tori.
The hook in the ceiling was attached to a reinforced beam he had spent a few weekends installing. It would hold a hell of a lot more weight than Tori could put on it. The chain, while pretty, was actually quite strong and durable. He raised her arms above her head and clipped the cuffs to the chain, checking that her feet were firmly on the floor. He wanted her restrained but not uncomfortable.
He turned her body so she was facing the floor-to-ceiling mirror.
“Tonight, you’ll watch yourself submit to me. I want you to see how beautiful and sexy your submission is.”
This time she didn’t try to turn away from her reflection. He stood back and took her in, her creamy skin almost pearlescent in the candlelight. His cock was hard and pressing against his zipper, ready for action. He ruthlessly pushed back his own needs. Bringing her to complete ecstasy came first.
He moved closer and pressed his lips to hers, tasting and teasing. Her eyes were already dark with passion, her lids heavy. He nipped at her bottom lip, soothing the hurt with his tongue.
He opened the bottom dresser drawer and pulled out a spreader bar with ankle cuffs attached. He held it up.
“This will hold your legs apart,” he said as he attached each end. Her legs were now wide apart and she wouldn’t be able to press her thighs together to stave off an orgasm.
He reached into the drawer again and pulled out a flogger, the long strands slapping against his thigh. He held it up for her inspection.
“This one is made of deer hide, very soft and supple. Kiss it, slave.”
He held the handle in front of her lips, and she kissed it softly, her eyes never leaving his.
“Keep your gaze up and on me, slave. No looking down. Do you need to use your safeword?”
She shook her head, her long hair falling over her shoulder. “No, Master.”
He set the flogger on top of the dresser and removed his jacket, his tie, and unbuttoned a few of the top buttons, before undoing the cuffs and rolling up his sleeves.
He reached for the flogger, slapping it against his thigh again, letting her know its power. He trailed the strands up and down her body, the candlelight throwing shadows on her curves. She shivered with every brush of the whip, her lips parted as she started to pant.
He pulled his arm back and gave her a soft-but-firm stroke with the strands. He continued whipping her softly, up and down her thighs and back, her skin rosy and flushed. He moved to her front and she thrust out her breasts for the fall of the flogger.
He didn’t make her wait, sending the strands over her hard, pink nipples. She gasped with the sensation, letting her head fall back. He continued working her front, down her belly and finally to her thighs. Her splayed legs gave her pussy no protection from the whip, and she mewled in frustration when it only skimmed her cunt and clit.
“Look at yourself in the mirror, slave. Look how beautiful you are.”
She did look beautiful. Her skin was pink from the flogger and covered in a fine sheen of perspiration. Her lips were swollen from his kisses and her thighs were shiny with her honey. She looked like a woman who was being well used by her Dom.
“Do you want more, slave? Where are we?”
Her bright moss-colored eyes glowed. “Please more, Master. I’m very green.”
Chapter Ten
Every inch of her skin tingled where the flogger had stroked it. Her pussy clenched with arousal, needing his hard cock inside it. Her nipples were tight and begging for the flogger, his fingers, his tongue. Her clit, swollen and sensitive, needed the brush of the strands.
She arched her back, trying to invite his dominance. His arm went back and then the strands landed on her back, harder than before, the thud making a sound that sent cream pouring from her slit. The heat where it landed radiated out and she breathed heavily, her lids falling closed.
The whipping went on, each stroke sending her to heaven. She gave her body up to it, letting the pain and pleasure mix until her world had narrowed to only her, Ian, and the sensations he brought her.
He kept her guessing where the flogger would land, sometimes on the front of her thighs, sometimes on her ass, back, or breasts, and every now and then on her cunt, drawing a cry
of pleasure from her. She was so close to the edge she could feel her orgasm shimmering in the distance. One firm snap of the strands on her clit and she would shatter. Instead, he held her on the edge, varying the intensity of each stroke. Light on her cunt and harder on her bottom.
Pleas for mercy fell from her dry lips. She was beyond caring about propriety or pride. She needed to come and she needed to come now.
“Please, Master! I need—I need—” She was panting, barely able to put sentences together, her arousal almost painful.
“I know what you need, slave. Come for me. Now.”
The flogger came down with a snap once, twice on her vulnerable slit. She screamed as her orgasm took over. The waves shaking her, the pleasure so great it was overwhelming. She was grateful for the restraints as she was sure she would have crumpled to the ground in a heap from her climax. Lights danced in front of her eyes then finally faded away until he was holding her close, her heart pounding, her body limp.
“Good girl. You came hard for your Master. Let’s get you down and on the bed.”
He removed the spreader bar and unclipped her wrists from the chain, reaching under her knees and lifting her into his arms. She leaned against him, letting his scent surround her and the steady beat of his heart lull her into a calm, serene state. He laid her on the bed and stretched out next to her, holding her close and whispering silly things in her ear.
He pulled away and she reached for him instinctively. “Easy, love. I’m just taking my clothes off. I’ll be right back for you.”
She watched him shed his clothes, revealing his tan, muscular body. The golden hair and skin made him look a little like a Viking, and she smiled at the funny picture it made in her mind.
“What’s the smile for, slave?”
She giggled. “You look like a Viking, Master. A golden Viking. So sexy.”
“A Viking, huh? Then you’re the Viking’s slave. I’m going to ravish you as my prisoner.”
She loved it when he was playful. He had a grin on his face and an enormous hard-on. What more could a girl ask for?
He climbed on top of her and pulled her arms over her head, attaching them to the headboard with the discreetly placed clip. He gave her an arrogant look worthy of any Nordic conqueror.
“Spread your legs, prisoner slave. I’m going to lick this pussy and taste your cream.”
This was a command she could get behind. She pushed her thighs apart, making room for his wide shoulders. The first swipe of his tongue on her already-sensitized flesh made her toes curl. He explored every fold of her pussy, then tongue-fucked her hole. Honey gushed and she pulled at the restraints, wanting to hold his head in place. He lifted his head and raised an eyebrow.
“A prisoner doesn’t usually get to come. Does this prisoner want an orgasm?”
She nodded vigorously. She was already teetering on the edge of a climax.
“Yes, please, Viking Master. I do want an orgasm.”
He stroked his chin, his face stern, but his eyes twinkled. “Does the slave have anything to trade for this pleasure? What can you give me in return?”
She drew a fortifying breath. She wanted her actions to show him how she felt.
“My entire body, Viking Master, including my ass. Please take me there.”
His eyebrows went up. She’d succeeded in surprising him.
“Is the prisoner sure this is what she wants to barter? Once I own your body, I will never let it go. It will be mine forever.”
She smiled. “That’s what I’m counting on.”
His expression changed to one of raw desire. He nodded. “Your ass it is then. Turn over on your belly and get up on your knees.”
The restraints allowed her to turn from her back to her belly and she tucked her knees under her, ass in the air. Her heart was pounding and she was starting to feel nervous. She wanted to do this but wondered how badly it would hurt.
His hand pushed back the hair from her face. “Relax, little slave. We’re going to take this slow and gentle. Use ‘yellow’ if you need me to slow down and ‘red’ if you need me to stop completely. I don’t say this often, so enjoy it. You control this.”
She let out a breath and relaxed. She trusted him to take care of her. She jumped when she felt the cold trickle of lube down her crack.
“Easy. I’m going to use my fingers to stretch you, just as I have in the past. Relax and go with it. You like this part, remember?”
She did like it. His fingers were brushing dark, naughty nerves that sent pleasure flowing through her body and straight to her clit. By the time he had three fingers inside her, she was moaning and wriggling her bottom, trying to get him deeper.
“I think you’re ready for a cock.”
He was gone for a moment to wash his hands and then she heard the crinkle of a condom. He leaned forward and held up a small syringe. The type used to give babies and toddlers their medicine.
“I’ve filled this with lube. I’m going to shoot this in your ass so you’ll have lube all the way. It will make this first time easier.”
She was all for making it easier. The head of the syringe went in and then she felt a rush of cold.
“Shit! That’s cold.”
Smack!
His hand came down on her ass cheek and she jumped from the contact. Immediately, the heat traveled to her burning pussy and clit. She loved her spankings.
“Watch your language, slave.”
Hmmm…a spanking might be fun first.
“Don’t tell me what to do, Ian. It was fucking cold.”
His hands wound in her hair and he pulled her head back, his face stern.
“I know what you’re doing, Tori. I do not tolerate topping from the bottom. As punishment, you will not receive a spanking, and you will wait for your pleasure until I orgasm. Not one minute before. I think a few more items will let you know who is in charge, too.”
He was gone for a moment and then he was holding up a long strip of fabric and two nipple clamps with long chains attached.
“This is the other part of your punishment. I take topping from the bottom very seriously. I will not be manipulated. If you want something, you need to use your words and ask for it.”
She swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat. She hated disappointing him.
“Yes, Master. I’m sorry.”
He nodded. “Thank you for apologizing. I can see you are indeed sorry. I’m going to make sure the lesson is learned, however. Lift up as far as you can.”
She lifted up as much as she could and he quickly attached the first clamp to her nipple. The long chain pooled on the bed. She hissed as the clamp tightened around her sensitive nipple. These hurt more than the last ones. He moved to the other side and repeated the process. He sat back on his heels and watched closely as she worked through the pain. Her perverse body took over and morphed the pain into heat and pleasure. Her clit throbbed and her pussy clenched. Hopefully, fucking was coming soon.
“Those are clover clamps. When I pull on these”—he held up the chain—“it will tighten the clamps. If I were you, I wouldn’t move around too much when I’m fucking you. I’ll have these in my hands while I’m inside you.”
A gush of honey followed his words. If any other man in the world had dared to do these things to her she would have kicked him hard in the balls. What was it about this man that had her nipples aching and her cunt crying out for cock?
He picked up the black strip of fabric and wound it around her head, fastening it so she couldn’t see.
“The blindfold will heighten your senses. I don’t want you to miss a moment of the nipple clamps or my cock in your ass because you’re distracted by something else.”
He bent close to her ear and she felt his warm breath on her neck. “Are you beginning to see why I’m called the Devil Dom, pretty slave?”
She nodded. “Yes, Master. But you’re my Devil Dom, so it’s okay.”
He chuckled. “I do belong to you, don’t I? There
’s no denying it. You belong to me, too. I wish you could see yourself right now. Restrained, blindfolded. Your nipples clamped and your thighs shiny with your cream. You want this, don’t you, Tori?”
“Yes, Master. I want this.”
He kissed a wet path down her spine. “Where are we, slave?”
“Green, Master.”
“Good girl. We’ll start out vanilla.”
Tori wasn’t sure what part of any of this was vanilla, but she felt his cock pressing into her cunt and all rational thought fled. He was holding the chains to the clamps like reins on a horse and tried to keep her body still as he impaled her on his thick, long cock. She groaned as he seated himself to the hilt.
“Do you like cock, slave? Tell me what you want.”
She was breathing heavy, her cunt tightening on his dick. “I love your cock, Master. Fuck me, please.”
“I love your pussy. The way it sucks me in and feels so hot and wet.” His voice sounded gravelly. He was as aroused as she was.
He pulled out and thrust back in, hard, sending frissons of pleasure all the way to her fingertips and toes. He fucked her slowly, each stroke hard but measured, making her crazy for more. She arched her back and tried to press against him, urging him to go faster, but he tightened the chains and the clamps bit into her poor nipples, making the point of who was firmly in charge. He kept up the easy pace, serious about making her wait for her pleasure.
She cried out when he pulled completely out of her pussy. He patted her bottom and then pressed into her tight back hole. None of the plugs had been quite as large as his cock, plus this was hot, pulsating flesh, not impersonal, lubricated plastic. She groaned as the tight ring of muscles gave way and the head of his cock was inside. He moved the chains to his left hand and grasped her hip tightly with his right.
“Where are we, slave?”
“Green, Master.” Her voice sounded weak and strained.
“Are you sure? Do we need to take a minute?”
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