Pretty Little Thing

by Tabatha Kiss

  He pulls halfway out and thrusts me again, hard and fast. He rests his steady hands on my waist and rocks back and forth, purposefully moving me in short, quick bursts. My breasts bounce, bringing me sharp pains but it’s not enough to break me. I promised I’d hold on. And I will.

  “Mr. Snow,” I say, bringing a deeper smile to his mouth.

  “That’s a good girl,” he says, his breath quickening.

  His eyes fall and he watches his cock sliding in and out of me for several strokes. I watch him move, admiring his body and technique. I’d give anything to lick down his abs and grips his ass. I want to touch him and embrace him but that’s not my role right now.

  I’m a submissive.

  But I don’t feel like he’s taking from me. I’m giving him everything. All my pleasure and pain are his to mold and control. My very life is in his hands.

  Each thrust brings me closer to the edge but I can’t tell if I’m going to cry or scream when I get there. My eyes water as I tighten around his surging cock. I try to say his name but I’ve forgotten how. It’s all too much…

  Clive flicks the chain again, pushing me to the brink. I come hard again, my body betraying every nerve ending in my body. Tears stream down my face and I finally regain control of my tongue.

  “Stop!” I cry out, shaking with bliss and pain. “Stop, please…”

  Clive halts and lays his hands on me, spurring an almost immediate calmness in me. “Shh, shh,” he whispers. “It’s all right. It’s over.”

  He pulls out of me and my tired legs fall to the bed. I inhale a deep breath as my thighs relax and my toes uncurl.

  I wince as Clive removes the nipple clamps.

  “Shh,” he soothes, laying a comforting hand on my chest. He reaches over me to release my cuffs one wrist at a time. As one falls free, he lowers it to my side and sets it there. “It’s all over now,” he says again.

  I roll onto my side, somehow finding my way into his arms. “Clive…” My voice trembles.

  “I’m right here.” He brushes the tears off my cheeks and kisses my forehead.

  I cling to him. My body still buzzes back and forth between satisfaction and agony. It hurts so much but I love it. I’m so turned on but I hate it. I can hardly see straight and I can’t stop the feeling that I’ve done something wrong—

  “Nora.” His lips brush my cheek.

  I tilt my head up and he kisses me softly.

  “It’s all right,” he whispers in my ear. “That was beautiful.”

  And just like that, I smile.

  Twenty-One

  Clive

  Nora chuckles softly, but I didn’t say anything funny.

  She lays on her side with her back to me. The bed sheet rests up on us. I lean over with a hand on her naked waist beneath the sheet and kiss her shoulder.

  “What?” I ask.

  “Nothing,” she says.

  “You’re laughing at nothing?”

  “No, not nothing.” She turns her head back and I brush the blonde hair off her temple to see her better. “This is nice,” she says.

  “You didn’t think it’d be nice?”

  “I didn’t expect it to be so quiet and sweet afterward.”

  I chuckle, once again pressing my lips against her soft skin. “You never cuddle after sex before?” I quip.

  “I have, obviously. I just didn’t expect it after that.”

  I run my hand up her bare shoulder. “It’s called aftercare.”

  “Oh?”

  “If a scene gets too intense, a Dom will often comfort their sub after. Hold them, talk it out, let them know that are not, in fact, a worthless cum-slut created to be used and disposed of.”

  Thankfully, she laughs. “Oh, good, because I was wondering...”

  “It fosters intimacy, strengthens the bond.”

  She touches my hand in front of her, gently sliding her nail along the back of my wrist. “Is that why you held me when I passed out at Red Brick?” she asks.

  I nod. “Yes... and I really was worried you’d fall and hit your head.”

  “I might have,” she says. “I could barely stand.”

  “I know. I caught you, though.”

  “You certainly did.” Her smile widens. “That’s really nice, actually. I didn’t know BDSM had that sweet side to it...”

  “It’s important,” I say. “Doms comfort their sub and subs reassure their Dom that they did nothing wrong and they enjoyed the experience.”

  Nora turns onto her back to get an easier look at me. “Is that what I should be doing now?”

  “If it’s true. If I did something wrong, I’d like to know that as well.”

  She reaches up to touch my cheek. “Well, I had fun,” she says, smiling. “And I do not, in fact, believe I am a worthless cum-slut.”

  I laugh. “Good.”

  Nora’s eyes glide downward, stopping at the edge of the sheet just below my abs. “So...” Her voice falls, along with the question obviously lingering on it.

  “What?” I ask.

  “Do Doms and subs ever have, like... regular sex? Or is it always so intense?”

  “Depends on the relationship,” I answer. “I know a woman who has never had sex with her sub. They’ve been together ten years.”

  Her eyes widen. “Ten years and no sex?”

  “None.”

  “At all? Not even... the tip?”

  I chuckle, letting my lips graze her forehead. “For some people, it’s not about sex.”

  She looks down again. “Is it about sex for you?”

  “Yes. When a sub submits to me, I expect every part of her in that trade.”

  “Every part?”

  “Every part.”

  “But does it always have to be...”

  “Intense?” I finish.

  She nods. “Yeah.”

  I smile at the blush on her cheeks. “No.”

  Her lips press together. “So...” She shifts up and the sheet falls. “If I were to just...” She mounts me, settling her legs on either side of my waist. “You wouldn’t shove me off or anything?”

  I look her up and down her perfectly bruised breasts and milky curves. “Lordy, no.”

  She leans in to kiss me. “Good.”

  Our lips crush together, softly and slowly, as Nora gently rocks her body on mine. I feel her pussy lips rubbing my dick and it tingles with blood, instantly growing hard for her. I relish in the last few seconds of her breasts touching my chest and her scented hair teasing my nose before she leans up. She reaches between us, quickly aligning herself and I settle in for a damn fine view.

  Nora guides my cock inside of her. I watch the changes in her face and that sudden gasp of air as she takes me in just a little deeper. I lay my hands on her waist, but she guides them to her breasts instead. Not gonna argue with that.

  She grinds her little hips on me, making me hit her exactly the way she wants inside. I keep watching her face, waiting for the moment when she finds the perfect grind to get herself off. She moans, her voice sharp. I feel the sudden twitch of her pussy and I buck slowly, timing my movements to hers and her breath quickens in reaction. She could easily get herself off without my aid but I’m not about to sit this one out.

  I take my right hand off her breasts and lick my fingertips to moisten them first before putting pressure on her clit. Nora reaches down and pushes me to a better spot, one that instantly makes her jaw drop.

  “Right there,” she gasps. “Like that.”

  I groan as she squeezes my cock from the inside. Nora fucking Payne. She’s like a well-oiled machine, inside and out. My balls tighten just thinking about the type of sub she’ll be once I get her broken in.

  I gently pinch her bruised nipple, giving her the slightest tick of pain. To my pleasure, she moans a little louder. Good. Nipple play is some of my favorite play and hers are just too perfect not to clamp.

  “Don’t stop,” she whimpers. “Oh, god...”

  “No,” I say, rubbing he
r faster. “Don’t say his name. Say mine.”

  She laughs. “Don’t stop, Mr. Snow.”

  “That’s my girl.”

  Her hand falls to my chest as she struggles to keep her balance. Moans fall one after the other and her inner muscles convulse. Her face twists and her body turns. She leans back again and places her hands on my knees, touching me there without hesitation or restraint, just like I told her to.

  I release her clit and lay my hands on her sides to keep her from rolling off me. My god, I hope I never get tired of watching this woman come. I don’t see how I ever could...

  Nora collapses on my chest, her warm breath rushing out onto my skin. I take hold of her limp body and roll her onto her back. She instantly wraps her legs around my waist, keeping herself wide open to me.

  I thrust back inside of her, filling her dripping cunt as much as I can. Her wild, tired breaths get pushed aside in favor of deep, hungry moans as I rock her against the headboard. She extends her arms upward, locking her elbows and taking every buck of my hips like a goddamn champion.

  “Mr. Snow,” she moans, strands of her hair invading her mouth.

  I bury my face in her shoulder, pinning her down and listening to every noise that tumbles out of her mouth. “Fuck, Nora,” I growl. “You make me want to tear you apart.”

  She scratches my back, laughing. “What’s stopping you?”

  I raise my head to crush my lips on hers. She plucks my bottom lip between her teeth and sucks on it, a move that nearly makes me explode.

  I groan as everything tightens. “Can I come in you?” I ask.

  She moans. “Yes.”

  I let my head fall again. I close my eyes, focusing hard on the feeling between us. My cock bursts and I pump a few times until I just can’t anymore. Fuck, she feels good. Inside and out, Nora Payne is exactly the pretty, little plaything I’ve always wanted.

  I stop to breathe. Her hands roam my body, moving up my sides and down my back. She runs her fingers through my hair and kisses my forehead. It’s a perfect cocoon of warmth and comfort, one unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

  I slide out of her, instantly missing her tight clench but it won’t be the last time. I’m sure of it.

  I look up and her face looks about as dumbfounded as I feel. “What is it?” I ask, still out of breath.

  “That was just...” Her voice falls away.

  “What?”

  She smiles. “Intense.”

  I laugh. “Come here.”

  Nora leans in, meeting me halfway with another kiss.

  Twenty-Two

  Nora

  I already feel it before I even open my eyes; that deep muscle pain which comes from bending and twisting in ways you never have before. A smile creeps up my face and I roll over, completely delighted with the stretch of my thighs and the twinge in my abs.

  I’m alone on the bed, but I wasn’t always — that’s for sure. The duvet is somewhere on the floor, probably. My dress lies in front of the mirror next to a man’s dress shirt and tie.

  “Clive?”

  No answer. I sit up, letting the lonely sheet fall free as I drop my feet to the floor. My thighs clench as I stand, stretched and tingling with vague memory. I bend down and scoop Clive’s shirt off the floor to put on. As I slide it over my shoulders, I stop in front of the full-length mirror by the doorway.

  My jaw slowly opens as I gaze at the fresh marks on my breasts. Deep, purple bites left behind. I gently pinch them, wincing at the tenderness, but smiling at the memory.

  I button up and head downstairs.

  I see him before he notices I’m there. Clive wanders around my condo in nothing but his black pants and socks. I delight in the crunch of his abs and the deep, v-lines on his back. His hair is wild and haphazard with a natural bed-head.

  I quickly realize that I was so preoccupied with my nipples before that I didn’t check my own hair. I comb my fingers through to kill any tangles that might be there. He continues his slow walk from my sitting room to my office and I follow him with curiosity.

  I peek in at him from the hallway. Clive scans the walls of my office, checking every nook and cranny as if he’s searching for something.

  “Good morning,” I say.

  Clive startles and twists around in surprise. He instantly smiles at the shirt I’m wearing and exhales a deep breath. “You move very quietly,” he says.

  “The perks of being petite.” I step inside. “You looking for something?”

  “No,” he says. “Not at all. I’m just...” His eyes flick back and forth. “You have a very nice place.”

  “Thank you.”

  “A little, black book did all this, eh?”

  I nod. “It did.”

  “That’s kind of amazing.”

  My shoulders bounce as I look away. “I just got lucky, I think.”

  “Turning a full house in Vegas is lucky,” he says. “You worked your ass off and you know it.”

  I blush. “Well, I don’t like to brag.”

  “Brag. You earned it.”

  I pause, sensing a shift in his tone, almost as if he’s demanding it. “All right,” I say. “I am amazing.”

  He smiles. “You also snore.”

  My face falls. “No, I don’t.”

  He pinches the air. “Just a little.”

  “Fuck me...”

  “Don’t worry about it.” He steps closer and I look up from my view of his smooth, exposed pecs into his deep, blue eyes. “How did you sleep?” he asks.

  I take a breath. “Honestly... I don’t remember the last time I woke up this good.”

  His brow furrows. “Me, neither.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Oh, yeah.”

  “My snoring didn’t keep you up?”

  He chuckles. “I zoned it out after a while.”

  “Thank god.”

  His hands rise to cup my face. My cheeks tingle as he leans down to kiss me.

  Clive bends suddenly and hoists me off the floor. I gasp and wrap my arms around his neck as he carries me toward the stairs.

  “And just where do you think you’re taking me?” I ask.

  “Wherever I want,” he says, his lips locking on mine.

  My pulse pounds as he ascends with me. I feel like I’m floating on air, so safe and warm, just like that night at the club. I could pass out all over again, though, I wish I wouldn’t.

  We reach the landing and he takes me to the bedroom. I kiss him over and over again, letting myself enjoy the ride. His arms suddenly fall away and I drop like a rock onto my bed. I laugh hard but my cackling is cut short fast as he towers over me and shoves his tongue down my throat.

  I flinch away. “What time is it?”

  Clive blinks. “Uh...”

  I look at the clock on my bedside table. It’s eleven-thirty. “Oh, shit,” I say. “It’s almost noon.”

  “It’s Sunday,” he says, leaning in again. “Sunday’s are made for sleeping in. Even I don’t have to be at the gym until three…”

  He kisses me again, his lips firm and demanding.

  “Yeah, but I...”

  My lips surrender to his and I kiss him back as he pulls me against him.

  “I have...” I sigh, pausing as his mouth falls to my neck. “I have somewhere to be.”

  He guides me backward until my head hits the pillows. “Where?” he asks.

  “I’m meeting my friends for brunch,” I answer.

  “Brunch?”

  “Yeah, we...” I shiver as his hands crawl up the bottom of the shirt. “We’ve done it for like five years,” I say. “We have a reserved table every Sunday at twelve at Moira’s Cafe. We sit down, get blitzed on mimosas, and just... leave our troubles at the door.”

  Clive looks at me and nods. “Sounds like fun.”

  “Until recently, it was the best part of my week.”

  “Oh, really?” He cocks an eyebrow. “What changed?”

  I smile. “Nothing really.”
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br />   “Nothing, huh?”

  He reaches beneath me, giving my rear a quick spank. I laugh as my legs slowly curl around his waist. He’s semi-hard and his dick pushes against my inner thigh, bringing back memories from last night.

  I try and pull myself out of it. “I should really go...” I say.

  “No,” he says.

  “No?”

  Clive pins my wrists above my head with one strong hand and reaches for his belt with the other. I look down and watch as he unzips, pulls his cock out, and strokes himself.

  “Where do you want it?” he asks.

  “Huh?”

  His breath quickens. “I’m going to come on you,” he says. “I want you to walk around today... with my seed on your body.”

  My pussy pulses with need, utterly turned-on by the request and I haven’t the slightest idea why. I just love that it’s coming from him.

  “Better choose quickly,” he says, his fist stroking faster. “Breasts? Bellybutton?” He arches a brow. “Face?”

  I swallow the building moisture on my tongue, listening to the quiet groans in the back of his throat. “Inside,” I whisper.

  “No, that’s cheating,” he says. “I want it on your skin.”

  I bite my lip as a crippling wave of heat tingles me from head to toe.

  “Last chance,” he says. “Don’t make me choose for you.”

  “Belly,” I say. “I want it there.”

  Clive releases my hands and sits up, giving himself a more stable aim at my navel. He flips my shirt open, still stroking himself with a tight grip. His muscles tense up and I brace for that warm spray to touch my skin.

  He comes on me with satisfying pleasure on his face as he lets out one long, agonizing grunt. Thick, white ropes leave a small pool of semen along my navel. I feel dirty already, but in the best of ways.

  Clive drops his spent cock and stares at my body, from my curling toes to my heaving breasts. “What do we say?” he asks me.

  I exhale, trying to calm my throbbing sex. “Thank you, Mr. Snow,” I tell him.

  “You’re welcome, Ms. Payne.” Again, his eyes fall over my curves. “You look gorgeous.”

  I try another breath but my body rumbles. “Uh-huh.”