by Cynthia Dane
But like how he hadn’t completely wiped clean her breasts, he also left some on her lips and chin, the rest of her waking up so quickly to arousal that the heat between her legs intensified, and her thighs begged for him to take them.
“I’m not done with you yet.” Henry released her hair and helped her sit up straight on the bench. He was not gentle in the way he tugged on her leash. “Come.” His free hand picked up the body paints. “I need the bed to take the rest of you. This is too low.”
Monica said farewell to the view of the setting sun and followed her Dom into the bedroom. Rose petals were scattered across the bedding. He really went out of his way. Monica felt even more romantic when her Dom pushed her onto the bed, pulling her legs over the side before opening them and holding them up to her chest. Henry pulled the brush from the red paint and drew a line across her bottom lip.
“Two down.” The paints dropped to the floor. “Now my real test begins. Encourage me to get hard again, Princess.”
After two rounds of marking her with his seed, Henry was probably near spent. Yet he did not show any signs of fatigue, aside from his cock, which was more flaccid than last time. He wants to go again? So soon? Was that his test? To come multiple times?
Considering it was her thighs spread and presented to him now, Monica had at least one damn good reason to get Henry hard again.
“Please, Henry,” she begged. her handcuffed hands holding fast to her bare, dirty chest. “I need you to fuck me properly. I won’t really be yours until you claim the innermost me.”
“Is that so?” Henry stroked his soft cock with one hand and the slit of her corset at the same time. Monica shivered, hoping that he would be stiff again soon. “How will I claim you like that?”
Monica didn’t hesitate. “By coming inside me, Master.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? I think you might be a particular woman. Asking me to fuck and come inside you like it’s nothing.” Henry’s cock rested against Monica’s groin, tormenting her – especially now that it was hard again. “Do you want me to go fast or slow?”
“Fast, please.”
“I don’t know.” Fingers as thick as her opening pulled aside the meager piece of cloth covering her slit. Henry smiled at the amount of arousal Monica spared him. I can feel it running down to my… Everything was ready for them down there. All she needed was him. “Can you stay soft-voiced if I fuck you fast? Usually you’re loud, and I don’t want to hear that right now.”
“I can be quiet.” Monica held in a sigh as Henry rubbed his cock against her wetness. I want to cover you in it. Every time the head of his cock stroked her clit, more arousal emerged, spilling from her and leaving her skin too wet to bear. Henry sucked in his breath. Yes. He wanted her, still.
Thank God he was getting harder the longer he threatened to completely take her on their collaring night. “You must be quiet. No yelling, shouting, or crying out too loudly.” Henry unlocked the handcuffs again, guiding her free hands to hold up her legs from beneath the knees. With the crotch of her corset pulled aside, she looked so ridiculous that she was turned on all over again.
“Fuck me, Master. Please.”
The tip, although still trying to harden in Henry’s grip, pushed slightly into her. “You want me to fuck you here and come inside you?”
“Yes, Master.” Monica’s own grip tightened beneath her knees, spreading them apart as wide as possible while keeping an eye on what went on down there. “It’s my favorite thing.”
“I know.” He was harder. Sweat formed on his forehead, and his shirt was unbuttoned now, but Henry was nearly ready to take her once more. Monica held in a whimper of anticipation. “Now keep those legs good and far apart.”
Monica didn’t have time to think about that. She was too busy holding back a cry as Henry drove his cock into her.
He kept his promise in that it would be fast. Henry spared no moment before giving Monica exactly what she wanted. I think I’m dying. Her Dom thrust into her, hard, powerful, and promising to make good on another mark in her body. Monica moaned so loudly that Henry clamped his hand over her mouth – before he grabbed the leash and pulled it up.
“Ah!” Monica jerked up, hands still hooked beneath her knees and her Dom’s cock impaled within her. “Henry! Don’t…” she had to catch her bearings. “Don’t stop…”
“Why not?” His thrusts slowed, but his cock still moved within her. Monica whined as his girth swelled, filling her depths. “Are you close? Do you want to come?”
A rib shaking moan meant Monica could only nod. Please, please, I want to! Her core had burst into a frenzy of arousal and the reverberating need for relief. Henry was inside her. All she needed now was an orgasm strong enough to make him come inside her. I won’t come alone. She wanted to feel his seed fill her while she climaxed and hopefully transcended to another world.
The collar tightened around her neck as the leash jerked in Henry’s hand. “Beg for it.”
“Please spoil me, Master.” Her nails dug into her thighs. “Please let me come with you.”
“Now’s the time to start being loud, Princess. I want this whole house to know how impure my collared sub is. How impure I made her.”
“Yes, Master!”
Henry released the leash and allowed Monica’s head to hit her pillow again. His hands went to her paint and seed covered breasts instead, forking his fingers around her nipples while he began thrusting below again.
“Thank you!” she cried, as her wetness displayed how easy it was for Henry to fuck her now. No resistance. No doubts that her body craved for this intense affection. “Oh, thank you…”
He reached so deep within her that Monica worried he would split her in two. After all, she was a petite woman, and her body sometimes felt barely big enough to take on a man like Henry. I can’t get any fuller. Henry may be on his third round of sex already, but his virility was still strong enough to consume Monica and make her pray that this never ended. I love it. I love it all. The salt on her lips. The stains on her breasts. Henry wanted everything she had, and she would willingly give them over. Even better if she could prove to the world that she had been good enough for his gifts.
Monica was on the edge. Henry was going to let her come, and he made sure it would be worthwhile as he stood up straight, hands balanced on her bent knees while he fucked her welcoming body.
“I’m…” The words couldn’t come out. Orgasm was hitting Monica hard, tingling in her toes before erupting through the rest of her. She tightened around Henry’s cock. Please come with me. She wanted to feel that heat within her as she soared through pleasure and took solace in knowing that she fully belonged to this wonderful man
She exploded.
“I’m coming, Master!” He slammed into her with sheer brute strength, his powerful hips bruising her thighs. She didn’t care. This was it. This was the height of pleasure with a man like Henry. The only thing missing was…
Henry groaned, relieved and exhausted.
His gift arrived now, catching Monica as she began her descent from nirvana. Oh God, it feels so good. Each thrust brought with it a new wave of heat that made Monica want to do nothing else with the rest of her life but experience this exact moment.
One, two, three… four quick thrusts marked her so deeply she could feel his seed already absorbing into her body.
“No, don’t, please…” He was pulling out, the opening where his cock once was now releasing a steady stream of Henry’s thick seed. It ran down her ass, across her skin, and onto the bed. Even more poured from her every time her muscles contracted. “Henry, stay like that.”
Somehow, she doubted he would clean this up.
Sure enough, Henry had her ease her legs down, but kept them apart so the two of them could enjoy his handiwork. Monica was covered in his seed. Nothing compared to that, not even the black paint appearing on her inner thighs as Henry painted that beautiful white fabric.
“You’re so fucking h
ot.” He bent down and licked her nipple. “I wanted to draw that out, but I couldn’t the moment I was inside of you. I had no choice but to give it to you hard.”
“Thank you.” A shudder relieved Monica of more virility. “But, sir…”
“What is it?”
“May I have one more?” She wanted Henry’s cock to magically become hard again for one last round. Just like that. Or maybe from behind. Monica’s corset had been profaned, thanks to Henry, so everything was extra now.
After a few moments Henry finally spoke. “You may have one more… but you’ll have to please me indefinitely to make me hard a final time.”
Slowly she rolled onto her side, her muscles aching but her heart on fire. Henry could do anything he wanted to her now. Tonight, tomorrow, forever… whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it. Those thoughts surged in her as she felt her used body. I’m soiled all over. Between the paint and the marks of her Master’s seed, anyone looking at her right now would know how impure she was.
Granted, she was impure when she first met Henry Warren, but this was his way of telling the world how he had made sure Monica Graham was delightfully unclean.
Henry cupped his hand around her ass and squeezed her flesh. “Look at you,” he whispered into her ear. How was he not passed out by now? Few men could last as long as he had. Three orgasms? In a row? I wouldn’t be able to do it. Monica had one so far. Given to her by her Dom, who had already taken his pleasure from her more times than most men could even dream about.
Monica felt like the luckiest woman in the world.
“Look at you,” Henry said again. His fingers dipped lightly between her wet folds and stroked her swollen clit. She wrenched away from him, shivering. “You belong to me, Monica. You know that, right?”
“Yes, sir.”
His fingers, covered in the delectable mixture of her own arousal and his, pushed into the corner of her mouth. Sweet, salty.
He kissed her neck, his legs wrapping between hers, and his cock digging into the small of her back. It was far from hard now, but Henry’s desire for her had not abated.
“You’re all mine from now on. No other man can have you as long as you wear my collar.” His teeth were on her ear. His tongue explored its depths. “And you’ll wear it always.”
“Of course.” It was a part of her now. A sub without a collar was like a man without air.
“Then will you give every part of yourself to me, Monica?’ Henry’s hands squeezed her breasts, still stained and marred. “Will you let me have and take whatever I want?” He pinched her nipples, hard, making her muffle a scream in the pillow. “Will you let me take you to that place I’ve yet to see you go?”
He rubbed her thighs and ran his finger up the brunt of her ass. Then Monica knew. She knew what he wanted from her, and what deep, dark, and blissful place he was going to take her.
Chapter 7
Subspace
“Yes!” Monica’s knees jerked forward, her shoulders pulling on her arms, which in turn pulled against her hands cuffed to the headboard. “Please, again!”
Henry’s hand landed on her ass, hard, making her skin scream and her flesh cry for mercy. Except Monica didn’t want mercy. She wanted her Dom to push her as far as she could go. She wanted to see the hot, white streaks of light behind her eyelids. She wanted to feel Henry’s love for her manifest in the way he brought her pleasurable pain.
She wanted him to own her.
Every time he spanked her, the muscles in that area contracted, and the next thing Monica knew her thighs were so wet – with her wetness and his seed – that she felt the fringes of heaven in her grasp. And every time Henry smacked her ass, teased her thighs, and grabbed her hips? Yes, that was bliss. A bliss that Monica never wanted to let go.
“Have I told you how much I love you?” Henry yanked on the leash, bringing Monica’s head up. Her hair fell to her side, and Henry was there, pulling that too. “Because I do. I love you unlike any other woman I’ve ever loved before.”
Even more than the sub who broke you heart?
“Do you love me?”
She had been told that this was the time to be loud. “Yes, Henry.” His caress against her cheek felt as good as the smacks on her ass. “I love you.”
“I’m glad.” Now his touch was gentle on her bottom flesh. Even when the cool metal of the silver leash stroked her there, she didn’t think anything of it. “Tell me how much you love me now.”
No words formulated. Not when the leash spanked her, just like that first night they were together months ago.
When the pain subsided, Monica muttered, “I love you, Henry.”
She wasn’t lying, but she was tired. Her body was on the verge of being spent, even though another orgasm built up in the pit of her stomach and threatened to break free if Henry kept up the spanking. He knew how to make her come from that alone. I can’t yet. She knew she was being saved for one last thing. She first had to wait for Henry to be ready.
A man trying to get hard for a fourth time in the span of two hours faced his own challenges. If spanking Monica’s ass bright pink helped him get there, then she had no qualms!
“I love you, too, Princess.” Henry stood beside the bed, undressing the last of his clothing before dumping them unceremoniously on the ground. “That’s why I want you the way I do. Because you and I are two sides of that same coin. Yin, yang… all that. We need balance, and we give that to one another.”
Naked, Henry crawled onto the bed with her, his cock half-erect. He stroked it while he spoke to her. “Can I tell you a secret? I’ve never met a sub like you before. You know exactly what you want and aren’t ashamed of it. You’ve wanted all of this, haven’t you?”
“Yes.” She sounded pitiful, but felt anything but. “This is exactly what I want.”
“Good. I need to hear that once in a while. I need you to hear that you can say no anytime. I’ll punish you for a lot of things, but not for that.”
“Henry…” Monica broke out of her submissive headspace and turned her head to him. “I’m not afraid of you. If you do something I don’t like, I’ll tell you. I know my safe word. I’ll use it, if I feel I must.”
“I know. I like that I don’t have to worry about accidentally pushing you too far.” He bent down low enough to kiss her lips, his touch as gentle as the air.
“I want it.” Monica trembled against his lips. “I want you to take me. Take all of me to that place. I want you to. Only two men have seen me in that place before. I want you to be the third. And last.”
“I understand.”
“Henry?”
He stopped on the edge of the bed. “Yes?”
“Thank you.” Tears threatened to well in her eyes. Tears of happiness – and a little from the pain she still felt spreading through her body. “For everything.”
“No, my sweet Princess.” His touch ran down her spine, ending at her hips which he pulled up, forcing Monica to her knees. “I should be the one thanking you.”
Henry had a different way of thanking the women he loved. Monica already knew this, but it manifested now, when he pulled himself onto the bed and settled behind her.
Monica did not expect him to drive himself into her so hard and so quickly.
Indeed, she had not expected him to take her there at all. A place he had already marked that day… not that she was complaining.
Monica shoved her face into the pillow and muffled her moans once more. Henry told her to be loud and grateful, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it right this second. She was too enthralled by the way he so easily thrust into her.
She knew it would be short lived. Shortly after he started, he stopped. When he pulled out, he said, “Close your eyes and hold this position. I’ll be right back.”
Monica did as told… but now her legs shook in anticipation.
Sure enough, something wet and cold landed on the top of her ass only a minute later.
And something flared and hard filled her center, causing her to gasp into the pillow.
“Hold it.” Henry waited until Monica had the vibrator securely inside her before releasing it from his hand. Ten years of kegel exercises are about to mean something. Henry didn’t have to tell her to keep it in or suffer the consequences. She knew that.
Whatever he did in those two minutes between commanding her and walking away, Monica had no idea. She didn’t want to know – not because the truth would possibly scare her, but because she wanted to keep it a surprise.
Well, few things were more surprising than suddenly feeling one’s Dom spread apart their ass and finger it with warm lube.
“You all right, my love?” Henry asked, his finger deep inside her. “I can stop.”