She hadn’t walked through the door to greet him as an equal. She’d shown up submissively. He’d spend years rewarding her courage, if she’d let him. “Look at me,” he said.
She did.
“Why are you here?” he asked before he surrendered to the temptation of drowning in the depths of her rich brown eyes. She could have anything she wanted from him, if she only asked.
“I scened with a new dom at the club.”
He clenched his back teeth, fighting back the instinctive jealousy. He and Marcus had discussed Alani’s place at Zones. Nathaniel knew she’d have to participate in occasional scenes, but he preferred she didn’t. “And?”
“He was a sadist, and usually that kind of paddling would arouse me.”
“Usually?” He was glad, for the man’s sake, that he’d used a paddle instead of his hand on Alani’s bare skin.
“My pussy didn’t get wet, Sir.”
“Go on.”
“I have been fighting the truth.” She hesitated.
He waited.
“No man has ever turned me on, made me respond the way you do. It’s not just that I’m a masochist; I know that now. A lot of doms have beaten me, but I’ve never experienced this kind of emotional connection before. Sir, it’s…”
“It’s?”
“The combination of submission and masochism that I need. Until you demanded that of me, I never got where I wanted to be.”
“Thank you for your honesty.” He didn’t take a single step toward her. “Until I met you, I had never loved a woman.”
She looked at him, her eyes unblinking.
“I want you to wear my collar.”
She continued to look at him.
“I want to be your dom, your Master.” He unfolded his arms. “I want the opportunity to love you.”
“You—”
“I want your submission.”
“Can we go back to the part where you love me?”
He crossed the room and crouched in front of her. He took her chin tenderly between his thumb and forefinger. “I love you, Alani Dane.” He smelled the tang of her arousal. That no other man did that to her was heady stuff. “Tell me you love me.”
“Kipona aloha,” she said. “Deep love. I love you, Sir.”
He kissed her soulfully, and she responded completely.
“How soon are you leaving?”
“We’ve got some time left.”
She nodded.
“After this, I’ll mainly be working stateside. I know it will not always be easy for you.”
“I’m fairly independent, Sir.”
“For a sub,” he amended.
“Your sub,” she said. “Collar me, Sir.” She leaned forward just a bit. “Please.”
She’d had days to ponder what she wanted, to consider the implications of a relationship with him. “I’m a stern dom,” he warned. “I want to be clear that you know what you’re getting into.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way, Sir.”
He believed her, especially after their discussion that first night in the bar at Zones. She’d agreed to a relationship in part because he’d be gone. “I’ll expect you to move in while I’m gone. You can break the lease on your apartment, or you can sublease it, or we can continue to pay if you need the security of keeping your own place. It’s your choice. You can hire a moving company or whatever you see fit, but you and your stuff will be here when I get back.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I am currently renting this house.” Until now, until her, he’d never wanted roots. “If it works for you, I can buy it. Or we can look for something else.”
“I like this house,” she said.
“I like it when you’re agreeable.”
“I’m mostly always agreeable, Sir.”
That was his Alani.
“Now will you collar me and fuck me for the love of God?”
He raised a brow. “Did you just order me to collar you?”
“No, Sir. I asked. I begged.” With an alluring, irresistible smile, she added, “Please, Sir.”
Spankable vixen. He fetched the box from the top of the refrigerator.
He crossed back to her and opened the box in front of her. “I had this custom-made for you. I expect you to wear it if you’re awake, unless you are in the shower.”
She nodded.
“I’d prefer if you wear it in public, but that is your discretion.”
“I will wear it at all times.”
He pulled out the collar.
“What’s the other thing, Sir?”
He showed her the tag.
She swallowed. “Would you like me to wear that too, Sir?”
“I would.”
“I will. Proudly.”
He left her long enough to go to the garage and crimp the ownership tag onto the front D ring. His cock throbbed against his pants. It’d take only a few strokes for him to ejaculate. He had to be in her now.
Back inside, he told her, “Lift your hair.”
She did, her gaze locked onto his face.
“Tell me again what you want?”
“Please, Sir,” she said, her voice surprisingly strong, “allow me the privilege of wearing your collar.”
“I will treasure you always, Alani,” he said, reaching behind her to fasten the leather strip into place.
“I will honor and obey your wishes, Sir.”
“At least most of them?”
“I will do my best, Sir. And I’m certain you’ll correct me if I make a mistake.”
He stepped back to admire the way she looked. The red was perfect. The sturdy D rings tantalized.
“Thank you,” she said. “Now will you fuck me, Sir?”
“When was your last orgasm?”
She paled.
“Alani?”
“I had a dream about you, Sir. When I woke up, I was horny.”
“Answer the question,” he said quietly.
“My last orgasm was this morning.”
“You masturbated? Even though that’s strictly off-limits?”
“Sir, it wasn’t my fault, I was thinking about—”
“Did you or did you not willfully touch yourself?”
She dropped her head. “Yes, I did. Sir.”
“The playroom. Now.”
She dropped onto all fours and crawled to the playroom. Once there, she knelt up. She was learning quickly.
“May I suck your dick, Sir?”
He’d fantasized about that for three days. Unlike her, he’d restrained himself.
She unfastened the top metal button and then reached for his zipper. “Use your teeth, sub.”
It would have been much easier if he didn’t have an erection. He dug his hands into her hair, enjoying her struggle.
She didn’t give up, and about a minute later, she’d managed to unzip him. She was grinning in triumph when he stepped back and shucked the jeans.
He’d waited impatiently for her to come to him, aware of the clock ticking, marking the minutes to his departure. That smile made every torturous moment worth it.
He grabbed two cuffs from the wall. “Give me your wrists,” he said. “Since you pleasured yourself, I’m going to make sure you can’t touch yourself for the duration of the scene.” He attached her wrists to the D rings on her collar. “Now suck me off.”
She leaned forward to lick his balls, then sucked them into his mouth. Having her hands out of the way forced her to use her core strength to keep her balance as she sucked him into her mouth.
He generally liked the feel of her hands on him, but this had an eroticism all its own.
She worked his cock as if she loved doing it. Her hair teased him. He curved his hands into her shoulders, imprisoning her as he fucked her face.
“Enough,” he said, aware of how close he was to coming in her mouth. As tempting as that was, he wanted to claim her pussy as his.
He eased away from her. “I want you over the spanking bench. I’m
going to take you from behind.”
Since her hands were immobilized, he helped her into position. “Your pleasure comes from me,” he said.
“Yes, Sir.”
He noticed she didn’t apologize. Bad-mannered sub.
He slapped her ass hard several dozen times, until she was panting, crying, fighting to stay in position, until her pussy was dripping with her needy submission.
“Take me, Sir, please. I have been so totally lost without you. I need your cock. I want your domination.” In a whisper, she added, “Please.”
It was as if her collar had freed her. She was able to ask for what she wanted, tell him what she was thinking. Submission had liberated her.
Nathaniel undressed and rolled a condom into place. He took her greedy cunt in a single stroke.
“Oh, yes, thank you!” She arched her back.
He dug his hands into the crooks formed where her hands were attached to her collar. He lifted her up slightly so he could impale her.
He held her, and she sobbed quietly. Her internal muscles clenched around him.
“May I come, Sir?”
“Good girl. You’re learning.” He began to move in sharp, quick motions.
“Sir! I’m begging!”
“Come.” He bit the side of her neck.
She cried out and convulsed, and her abandon drove his release.
While she was still thrashing, he came, the spurt going on for a long, satisfying time.
He collapsed on top of her; she sighed, and she didn’t protest.
Hot.
Eventually he moved away. He disposed of the condom and lifted her down from the bench. He stood her in front of him and released the cuffs.
Shocking him, she turned into him. He gathered her close, stroking her hair. She snuggled against his chest. He didn’t think he’d experienced anything more emotionally appealing.
“Thank you,” she said. “Master.”
He captured her face and forced her to look up at him. “Say it again.”
“Master,” she said. “Master, Master, Master.”
He kissed her deeply, forcing her surrender. “Mine,” he said. “You’re mine.”
“Yes, Sir.” She reached up to dig her hand in his hair.
He might fasten her wrists to her collar again, but not until much later.
“Thank you,” she said.
“I was wondering if you’d mind your manners.”
“I’m not,” she said cheekily. “I’m thanking you for collaring me, for loving me, for helping me see the whole of who I am. I love you.”
His cock rose insistently again.
“But I wasn’t minding my manners, Sir. In fact, I hardly felt that spanking.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Is that a fact, painslut?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“In that case, select a punishment device from the wall.”
Color crept up her face again. “Now?”
He dropped her hand. “Now.”
She released her grip on his hair.
“Walk to the wall,” he said. “That way I can punish you for not crawling.”
“That hardly sounds fair, Sir.”
“Fair?” He raised a brow.
“I mean, anything you say.”
She chose a cane, demonstrating her trust.
“Something to remember me by?”
“Yes, Master.” She got onto her hands and knees and crawled to him with the rattan held gingerly between her teeth.
He took it as the gift it was. “To the St. Andrew’s cross, Alani. It’s time you learned about gratitude.”
“Thank you, my Master,” she said, smiling before she kissed his foot.
Loose Id Titles by Sierra Cartwright
In the Zone
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The HAWKEYE Series
Danger Zone
Bend Me Over
Make Me
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“Met Her Match (A Hawkeye Story)”
Part of the anthology Doms of Dark Haven
With Belinda McBride and Cherise Sinclair
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“A Good Sub Would…”
Part of the anthology Doms of Dark Haven 2:
Western Night
With Belinda McBride and Cherise Sinclair
Sierra Cartwright
Born in Northern England and raised in the Wild West, Sierra Cartwright pens book that are as wild and untamed as the Rockies she calls home.
She's an award-winning, multi-published writer who wrote her first book at age nine and hasn't stopped since. Sierra invites you to share the complex journey of love and desire, of surrender, submission, and commitment.
Her own journey has taught her that trusting takes guts and courage, and her work is a celebration for everyone who is willing to take that risk.
If you'd like to encourage Sierra Cartwright to tell us more, she would love to hear from you. Feel free to email her at [email protected], or check out her website at http://www.sierracartwright.com.
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