“You’re delectable, Ella. I love this sight of you. Bound, exposed, hot for me. If you were mine, I’d keep you like this as often as possible.”
Sincerity laced his words, filling her.
“The caning is about to begin. Eight strokes. None a third more intense than the previous one.”
She swallowed the sudden lump of fear that had formed in her throat.
“Ready?”
“Yes.” She drew a steadying breath. “Yes, Sir.”
A frightening whistle rent the air hundredths of a second before the rattan marked her right ass cheek. “Oh my God!”
The pain went on and on, radiating, getting more intense.
She squirmed, trying to get away, but from what, she didn’t know.
“Gorgeous.” He rubbed the ache, and it began to fade. “That was one,” he said.
There were seven more to go?
He grabbed a handful of her left butt cheek and squeezed tight. Then, as soon as he let go, he seared her with another stroke.
Her body went rigid.
Just like it had last time, the pain worsened, going on and on. It was relentless, eating at her resolve. After about thirty seconds, the agony vanished, leaving behind a satisfied glow inside her. Damn it. She liked that.
He worked his hand beneath her pelvis then found her clit and began to tease her.
“Oh, Sir!” Between the pain from the stripes and the way she was already aroused, prickles of sensation rushed through her.
“You’ll get a second orgasm,” he promised as he removed his hand.
She whimpered.
“You have to earn it. As I told you, your pride will make it all the more spectacular.”
This time, he laid the cane across both of her butt cheeks.
Ella screamed.
He gave her no time to recover. Instead, he placed another just below it and an additional one above it.
Desperate, aching, she gyrated her hips against the bedsheet, seeking to get away, hoping to grind out a forbidden climax.
“You’ve got three more, my brave little sub.”
Could she do it? Did she want to?
Earlier she’d bravely—maybe brazenly—told him that she’d never come close to needing a word for slow down. That she wanted to be pushed. This was testing everything she had—her reserve, resolve, determination.
He worked his hand beneath her again and zeroed in on her clit. He teased her then slid two fingers inside her hot pussy.
Moaning, she tried to lift her body to give him greater access, but the bonds kept her from gaining any leverage.
Pierce thrust his fingers in and out. “You are so fucking wet, Ella.”
The pain from his stripes morphed into need—clawing and consuming.
“The next ones will be harder to take,” he warned. “I’ll give you those marks you want, and they will be a testament to your bravery. Then tomorrow at the anniversary party, you’ll show them to me.”
And if they left her that far out of her mind, she wanted it.
“Cry. Moan. Scream. Curse. Whatever you need. Unless you’re at yellow?”
A few minutes ago, she might have been. But now… “The way you’re tormenting me makes me believe I can take anything.”
“Would you like a gag?”
She shifted. “Do you want me to have one?”
“I prefer the sound of your screams to silence.”
“Then no, Sir.”
“Get to eight, wear my stripes, and I will reward you,” he whispered into her ear.
She turned her head to meet his gaze, gaining strength from the depths of his glacial blue eyes. Oh, she wanted what he was offering, all of it and even more. She’d made her decision about sex, even if she had to suffer the emotional consequences later. “I want you to fuck me, Sir,” she said.
“Now?” He frowned. “Are you stopping?”
“No.”
“So me fucking you is the reward you want?” He feathered across her clit without using enough pressure to get her off.
She’d never been more sexually frustrated than she was in this instant. “Yes.”
Adding to the frustration, he stopped toying with her. He plowed his hand into her hair and tightened his fist, pulling her head back enough that he could kiss her, fast and hard, heating her mouth, making her taste his power.
He completed her. Owned her.
“Your responses make me happy.”
Slowly, he released his grip.
She inhaled. Tonight…this…Pierce… It was everything she could have hoped for. And more. “Please finish the caning, Sir.”
“Nothing would make me happier.”
He rubbed her thighs, giving her a clue of his intention.
Ella steadied her breathing and tried to keep her muscles relaxed.
“That’s it.”
He arched downward, caning her in the middle of her right leg. The tip seemed to bite in.
She screamed, undone by the radiating pain. “Fuck!”
Pierce smoothed his palm across the mark and the heat began to dissipate.
Before she’d finished processing the pain, he repeated the stroke, with the same kind of precision, on the other leg.
Despite all her intentions, tears filled her eyes. She laced her fingers together, trying distract herself. “Pierce, I…”
“One more. The choice is yours, though. Would you like to stop? I will adore and appreciate you no matter your decision.”
“No.” God, her voice ached from the anguish, filled with tears. “I want it.” She had to know. She wasn’t doing it for him, but for her.
His hands were on her, all over—her legs, the backs of her knees, her buttocks, her shoulders. He massaged and soothed. And all of it promised a completion that she had to have. She’d never be satisfied if he ended it here.
“Last one. No more than thirty percent harder than the previous one,” he repeated.
Again the cane tore through the air before searing her as it landed well below her buttocks.
With a scream, she bucked. The motion forced her sensitized pussy against the bedding, and an orgasm clawed at her. “Pierce. Sir!”
“I’ve got you, Ella. I’ve got you.” It took him less than thirty seconds to unfasten her ankles, and he spread her legs apart.
He pulled the plug out a little and fucked her with it. It was too, too much. And at the same time, it wasn’t enough.
Pierce sank two fingers into her now-saturated pussy. At the same time, he grabbed the silicone by the hilt so he could pound both of her holes.
“Orgasm any time you’re ready.”
The pain, the sound of the cane and her emotional response to his brilliant dominance overwhelmed her
Sobbing, she shattered completely, the climax obliterating her.
“You’re so perfect.” He soothed her with his words, with his touch, and with a kiss on the top of her head.
Then… It was over.
She was somewhere else.
“Ella?”
She blinked, and everything around her wore a silvery, shimmery halo. Exhausted, she yawned, then she closed her eyes, surrendering to the feeling of bliss. Every part of her throbbed.
“How’re you doing?”
Pierce’s voice reached her as if from a great distance. Even then, it sounded fierce and protective, something she could rely on.
He moved his knuckles across her cheekbone.
Startled from the floating sensation, she opened her eyes.
“Welcome back.”
She was in his lap, snuggled up to him, one side of her face nestled into his soft T-shirt. Without her awareness, he’d managed to untie her wrists, plump the pillows, remove his boots and sit on the bed, legs stretched out. “Uhm…what?”
“Subspace?” He smoothed her hair.
With a hand on his chest, she pushed away so she could look at him.
Pierce shrugged.
“Do you think?” She wrinkled her nose
. “That’s not what I expected. I guess I thought that was something that happened while you were being flogged or beaten. Endorphins, like a runner’s high.”
“The caning was substantial.”
“And so was the orgasm.”
“You’re welcome.” He grinned, and it was so disarming that she smiled back, more satisfied than she remembered being in a long time.
“We could do it again to test your theory,” she suggested. “See if I can reach it again.”
“Are you brave? Or reckless?”
“Both?” She settled again, enjoying the reassuring pounding of his heart. “That was nice.”
“Nice?” His lips twitched. “If that’s all it was to you, I’m going to have to work on my skill set.”
She laughed. “Nice is good.”
“Good?” he said, sounding even more scandalized.
“Fabulous, even.”
“We’re getting somewhere.”
“Spectacular.”
His arms were loose around her, but the bond was tight enough to keep her in place. She loved it. The caning had been more wicked than anything she’d ever endured. True to his promises, with his approval and encouragement, he’d made each stroke manageable.
When she imagined a perfect Dom, he behaved like Pierce had. It would be so easy to fall for him, or at least this part of him.
Ella told herself to separate her emotions from reality. They had agreed to one night together, then he’d be leaving again. God knew how long it would be until she heard from him again. If she heard from him again. That thought crashed into her and she forced herself to refocus. She could worry about that tomorrow. Right now, she wanted to experience everything she could. “You promised me sex,” she reminded him.
“I did, didn’t I?”
She crawled from his lap. “Should I undress you?”
“Was that a hint that you would like me to hurry?”
“Well…”
He climbed from the bed and stripped off his shirt in a single, upward motion.
Holy hell. From his strength, she’d known he was in shape, but she’d had no idea how honed his muscles were. His abs were hard and flat. He was lean. Rugged. Capable. He had a frightening, jagged scar on his left side, below his ribs. She shook her head to clear it. Just another reminder of what he did for a living and of her earlier, internal warning to avoid getting involved with military men.
He removed his belt, jeans and socks and stood in front of her wearing nothing but tight, navy-colored boxer briefs.
She couldn’t look away.
He pulled off his underwear, and the size of his cock made her eyes widen.
“Well, Sir.”
“Well, sub?”
Meticulously, he picked up his clothes and placed them in the order he would re-dress.
He donned a condom then said, “Come here.”
Long and enticingly, he kissed her. Within seconds, she was hungry for him all over again.
She stroked his dick and he moaned in response.
“I’ve got to have you.”
Ella wanted him every bit as fiercely. “Yes.”
As she was coming to expect, with him being such a considerate lover, he made sure she was on the verge of coming before ordering, “I want you on the edge of the bed, with your knees as far apart as possible.”
“Sir?”
“I’ll show you.”
He helped her into position, her ass lifted high, face on the mattress.
“Is this a yoga position I’ve never heard of?” she asked, afraid of losing her balance, hyperaware of the plug and the fact he’d be able to penetrate her deeply.
“Yeah. I call it the Holden Reverse Half Squat. You might want to practice it daily.”
“Is that a threat, Sir?”
“It might be, if you don’t do as you’re told.” Adding emphasis to his words, he smacked her right butt cheek.
“Ouch!” She tried to move away, but he trapped her hips.
“Behave.” He adjusted her position slightly, leaving her ass and pussy even more exposed. “Cross your wrists.”
Once she had, he clamped his hands over them, pinning her in place.
“I’m going to fuck you from behind so I can look at my marks on you.”
Ella wanted him to be as proud of her as she was of herself. “Do me.”
His thick cockhead pressed against her entrance.
She looked back but couldn’t see him. She was helpless… He could do as he wished, and she shivered deliciously. “Sir.”
Chapter Four
Pierce traced his thumbnail over the startling red cane mark on her right ass cheek. Nothing left a stripe like rattan. The sight of it on her delectable, creamy flesh thrilled him.
Ella wanted to please him, and that had made their scene all the more spectacular. He’d watched her every movement, calculated the mental and physical cost of each thing he did to her, wanting to give her the BDSM experience she craved.
And in return, for the first time in his memory, a woman had sneaked past his defenses.
“Sir?”
“Admiring my handiwork.” It was the first excuse he’d been able to find.
“I think I will get to enjoy it for the next few days. Something to remember you by.”
Her reminder that this was temporary gave him an unwelcome jolt. He wondered if she’d said it on purpose to keep her emotions safe, or whether she meant it more as a warning to him.
Responding, he kept things as light as she had. “One should hope you don’t forget me or the caning anytime soon, sub.”
“Fuck me, Sir. Please.”
He curled his hand around his sheathed cock and teased her still-heated cunt with it. Since the plug was in, the fit would be tight.
Pierce bent his knees in order to slide in a little deeper.
“Yes,” she whispered.
He stroked in and out, his cock ready to burst.
This woman, accommodating and challenging, was a joy to fuck.
Finally, hunger driving him, he sank his dick all the way in.
She expelled her breath in a rush.
“Are you doing okay?” Her strength surprised him. No doubt, she was the type of woman he needed to be with.
“Fine.”
“Good. Then keep your hands in place.” He released his cock to grasp her hips and imprison her.
He slid in and out slowly, repeating the process dozens of times before he shortened the strokes.
“I think you’re too big.”
“It’s just right.” He dipped a hand between her legs to heighten her arousal, wanting her to have at least one more orgasm.
“So damn full,” she said, voice muffled.
So freaking tight. He wasn’t sure how long he could hold off.
Schooling himself, he shook his head and withdrew his cock.
“Sir?”
“I want to look at you.”
He rolled her onto her back. “Put your legs on my shoulders.”
“And this is the…?”
“Holden Salutation.”
She grinned and propped her feet on his chest. “Gonna need some help with this one, big boy,” she teased.
Fun. That was something unique to her, making it unlike any other sex he’d ever had.
He lifted each of her legs and placed her calves on his shoulders. The spiked heels added an element of risk that he enjoyed.
After placing his cock at her entrance again, he surged forward, sliding in.
She yelped. “I think you’d better rename this one the Holden Holy Hell position.”
“No worries. We’ll practice until you get it.” He placed an arm across her knees and saw that her hands were curved into the bedding.
Her eyes drifted closed as she gave herself over to him.
He leaned forward to play with her nipples, then moved upward to run a finger across her bottom lip, wanting her to know how much he appreciated her.
“Oh, Sir.”
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“Go ahead and take it.”
Her pussy pulsed and he gritted his teeth to avoid ejaculating that instant. She used his shoulders for leverage to change the angle slightly.
She opened her eyes when she came, and he liked the way heated cognac seemed to spill across the hazel.
It—she—could become an addiction.
After she’d ridden out her orgasm, he allowed himself to climax, a sensation that seemed to come from the depths of his balls, emptying them in a satisfying way that masturbation never could.
A final shudder nearly toppled him and he shook his head.
By slow measures, he eased himself from her pussy. “Bend your legs.” Before she could protest, he plucked the plug from her ass.
She sucked in a deep breath.
He walked to the bathroom, cleaned up, then returned to her with a warm, wet washcloth.
She reached for it.
“I’ve got it,” he said. Then he added, “Let me.”
“I…”
“The correct response is ‘yes, Sir’.”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied, the words more dutiful than agreeable. He didn’t mind, as long as she did what she was told.
“Your pussy is nice and red. We should keep it that way.” After washing her, then going into the bathroom to rinse the washcloth, he turned off all but one lamp before climbing into the bed. He lay next to her and pulled her close, her soft ass against his pelvis, his arm around her waist.
He needed time to unwind, but he could hold her while she rested.
“What’s that against my ass?” she asked a few minutes later.
It seemed neither of them could sleep. “What do you think?”
“I’m just surprised. You can’t be ready again?”
“Seems I am.” He grinned. When she didn’t respond, he continued, “It can wait. I can wait.” No way could she be ready for more.
“You’re accustomed to controlling your body’s needs.”
“A necessary habit, yeah.” He smoothed her soft hair, realizing he liked being in bed with her. How long had it been since he’d done something like this? On some elemental level, he’d missed it.
“You lead a dangerous life.”
“It can be,” he agreed. “Not always.” And in the times it wasn’t, he trained hard, ensuring he stayed sharp mentally as well as physically. He couldn’t let himself or his team down.
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