The phallus moved within her with thick, juicy sounds, and the blood surging back to her breasts had her arching and screaming her release without clitoral stimulation. Cameron’s heart swelled with love and pride, and he saw Spence’s solemn nod as the other Dom backed away. But Cameron wasn’t finished. He wrapped an arm around Olivia’s waist and disconnected the binds at her wrists, bending her forward, pressing against all those heated nerve endings of her skin. She writhed against him. Spence, anticipating, shoved a pillow-topped hassock in front of her. Cameron pushed Olivia over it, the height supporting her chest and shoulders, and pulled the plug out of her ass, dropping it to the side, hearing it hit the floor with a counterpoint to the beat of his heart. He ripped open the front of his leathers, holding Olivia securely with his other hand, and drew out his raging cock. Olivia went rigid when he placed it at her anus and began to breach her and then pushed back against him. He surged through her sphincter muscle, forcing a moan from her, and then rode her hard. The dildo filled her front passage and left him precious little room, making the friction and tightness indescribable. She panted and writhed and cried out and he fucked her until he couldn’t hold back. He pushed his hand between her belly and the hassock and found her hard, little clit, pulsing beneath his touch. He pinched it between his middle and forefinger and she screamed the rafters down, her ass and pussy clenching so hard that Cameron’s vision blurred as his cock strangled. His semen jetted out in spurts and floods, and he collapsed upon her. His. As he was hers.
He finally struggled back from his mind-blowing release, pulling out of Olivia and quickly releasing her ankles. He tucked his cock away and plucked her off of the hassock, turning to sit with her, to cuddle with her. She was sweat soaked, as was he, and their exposed skin slipped and slid in concert, yet clung to the other. He needed to carry her out of there and care for her, but he didn’t yet have the strength. He registered that the other members still stood around, murmuring. He wondered if they knew that something momentous had just taken place. Olivia lifted her hand to her face and pushed at the mask. It came away, taking her anonymity with it, and she pushed up to kiss him, brand him. Cameron closed his eyes against the hot tears that sprung from nowhere and accepted her caress.
“Clear the room. We’re done here.” Spence’s gravelly voice had Cameron looking to see that the other man was fairly pushing people out the door, giving him and Olivia privacy. He kissed her again, and felt his strength returning.
“C’mon, sweetheart,” he murmured. “I need to take care of you.”
Olivia laughed. It was something rare, something he hadn’t heard from her before, and he wanted to grab onto the sound with both hands. He looked at her face to see that she was back in herself and aware of her surroundings.
“I think I had better walk back to our room,” she chortled. “I’m not certain you should be carrying me. You look quite done in, Master.”
Cameron felt the strength of ten upon hearing the title she bestowed on him. If Olivia called him Master, then he had earned it, and he would cherish it. It had meant less than nothing to him before, if only he had known it. He scooped her up in his arms and walked to the door. “Open it, sub,” he ordered, and, still laughing, Olivia turned the knob. He made it to their quarters, barely winded, and walked straight into the shower with her. Once he was certain she could stand, he stepped out to strip and grab the topical analgesic. He ran tepid water over her back while Olivia held her hair out of the way, and applied the ointment to a couple of raised welts. Her nipples received a dab, and he then made her bend over so that he could treat her anus. The plug had done its job, and she was fine, if a little tender. He knew she would be uncomfortable in the morning, and he would give her a mild painkiller to take after the shower. Her swollen vulva fought hard to keep the dildo, and it came out on a rush of Olivia’s juices. His cock made a feeble attempt to rise to the occasion but failed. They stumbled to the bed, wrapped around one another, and fell onto it. His adrenaline rush had faded, and Olivia’s second wind had long since flown. Cameron barely remembered pulling up the comforter to cover them both before he dropped away. Olivia had passed out but a moment before.
Chapter Fifteen
Olivia woke to the smell of coffee and the sensation of sandpaper between her thighs. She struggled to close them, only to realize that she was pinned by Cameron’s weight. He was rubbing his morning beard against her soft flesh, and when she gave away her awareness, he licked his way through her pussy lips.
“No, Cameron,” she protested. “Coffee first.”
His response was muffled by her folds, and then his tongue lanced into her vagina and out over her perineum. Olivia writhed and begged to no avail when he sucked her clit between his teeth, pushing her fingers through his tousled hair and hanging on tight. Her orgasm began to coil from the base of her belly, gaining speed like a freight train, and she went over with a rush. Cameron surged up to thrust inside her, and her hands slid down over his back to hold his muscled ass. His latex-covered erection stole her breath and prolonged her climax. He worked above her, staring into her eyes until his face twisted with the power of his own release and he slumped, rolling to the side to spare her his weight.
“I want to wake you up this way every morning, honey,” he said, his breathing labored.
Olivia smiled to herself. She wanted to be awakened this way, too. She stretched lazily and hid another smile when Cameron’s eyes darkened at the movement. There would be lots of details to work out, she reflected, but she didn’t care where she lived, what she did, as long as Cameron was in her life. He would fall back into stupidity from time to time, of that she was certain, but they would work it out. And she wasn’t perfect! She now trusted him with her entire self. She belonged to him and he was hers. No words were necessary. Cameron’s cock stirred against her side as he ran his fingers from the hollow of her throat and down over her body, lingering at her breasts and coming to rest in a possessive manner, cupping her sex. She felt quietly, serenely powerful and had never felt so certain, so far from madness.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Allyson Young lives in cottage country in Manitoba, Canada, with her husband of many years and numerous pets. She worked in human services all across Canada and has seen the best and worst of what people bring to the table. Allyson has written for years, mostly short stories and poetry, published in small newspapers and the like, although her work appeared in her high school yearbooks, too! After reading an erotic romance, quite by accident, she decided to try her hand at penning erotica.
Allyson will write until whatever she has inside her is satisfied—when all the heroes man-up and all the heroines get what they deserve. Love isn’t always sweet, and Allyson favours the dark side of romance.
She writes whenever the mood strikes her, sometimes in the middle of the night when she is awake and simply thinking about life. She hears others talk about their lives and relationships and is inspired to recreate some of their passions and dreams within her characters.
She can write for hours at a time, quite lost as the story unfolds, or haul out the little book she always carry with her to jot thoughts and ideas down as they occur, whether in the local grocery store or while out walking with her dogs. She sometimes has two or three stories on the go at the same time, not that they all come to fruition.
The BDSM lifestyle intrigues her, and as she continues to do her research, it becomes even clearer that the players and the levels of involvement are as varied as any other interest people may have. She claims poetic licence and may offend the purists! There is always a flavour of the dominant male in everything she writes, but the women ultimately are appreciated and cherished and have the ultimate power in the relationship, despite the fact that love is sometimes quite blind.
Also by Allyson Young
Ménage Amour: The Promise
Ménage and More: Forgiveness
Ménage Amour: Runni
ng to Love 1: Away
Siren Allure: Running to Love 2: Broken
Siren Classic: Club Pleasure 1: Wishes
Ménage Amour: Aspire 1: Near Perfection
Ménage Amour: Aspire 2: True Perfection
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