Striking a Balance (Thalia Book 2) (The Thalia Series)

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by Jennifer Bene


  “Great, I can’t wait to meet the girl who has ye this dedicated.” Kalen’s voice was warm and sincere.

  “We’ll be there soon, I just have to make arrangements.”

  “Brilliant. We’ll speak soon then.” Kalen paused, “I’m very glad ye called, James. It’s been too long.”

  “I am as well. Truly. See you and Maggie soon.”

  The phone clicked, and James was still smiling. With help, and guidance, and examples of more balanced submissives he knew Thalia was strong enough to find herself again. And James would be there with her to do it.

  He walked back to the bedroom and slid into bed next to her, careful not to touch her welts before he brushed her hair out of her face and kissed her softly.

  “We’re going to be fine, baby, just fine.” He interlaced their fingers as he laid his head down. She made a little murmur in her sleep, and buried her face in the pillow. He was smiling just watching her sleep. Yeah, he was in trouble. His thumb traced over her fingers, “This time it’s my promise to keep.”

  Chapter Six

  Thalia woke up to nipping kisses down her neck and over her shoulder. James’ arms were tight around her as he pulled her back against the front of his body and she squirmed against his morning hard-on until he groaned and gripped her hip hard.

  “Good morning, baby.” His voice buzzed against her skin and Thalia grinned into the pillow listening to it.

  “Morning...” She stretched against him and he bit down on her shoulder, as his hand slid down her hip and between her legs. Her breath caught as his fingers slipped expertly between her lips, rolling over her clit until her hips bucked and she moaned.

  “Still nervous about today?” He pressed his hard cock against her ass, his fingers distracting her while pleasure flooded her brain in waves as he alternately rubbed her clit and dipped his fingers into her soaking pussy. How on earth could she think of anything with his hands on her?

  “I don’t know, Master.”

  His chuckle made her bite her lip. “Why, pet? Is there a reason you can’t answer me?”

  She opened her mouth to respond and he thrust two fingers inside her and all that came out of her was a moan. “Oh god...”

  “So eloquent this morning.” He purred against her ear and she arched back, trying to grind herself into his hand.

  So close.

  She gasped and bit down on her lip hard, but he backed off on the intensity of his touches and her orgasm slipped out of reach. Her hips shifted against his touch and he groaned his approval against her skin, his mouth moving to that little place behind her ear that sent shivers down her spine.

  Thalia knew exactly why he was doing this, and she was grateful. For four days she’d been on pins and needles.

  The morning after her confession and her punishment, she had been sure she’d wake up to a Dom’s version of a “Dear John” letter. I like you a lot, but it’s just not going to work out for us... But that’s not what happened. Instead he had woken her up with breakfast in bed, insisting she shouldn’t be sitting on her welts yet, and he had fed her fresh fruit and the buttery things he called crumpets while explaining he was going to take her to see his friend Master Kalen at a submissive training school.

  Not just a friend though, an old friend. James had seemed so excited at the idea of it, and Thalia’s nerves had only skyrocketed. If she fucked up this introduction, they were through. It was the best friend test.

  Master Kalen would either like her and approve of her, or not, and Thalia was very sure that if Kalen didn’t give her the thumbs up, there was no happily ever after for them.

  James redoubled his efforts, his touch spiraling her back to the edge fast enough to rip the air out of her lungs. Her body quivered against his, and he laughed – all male satisfaction.

  “Oh GOD, please, Master, please let me come, please let me, Sir, please!” Her voice was begging, there was no point in being coy when her pussy was soaking wet and she was writhing in his arms. Even without the accompaniment of words, her need was obvious.

  His hand was quickly removed from between her thighs and with a quick movement he was on top of her. His hands clasped her wrists and pinned them sharply above her head, his knees planted on the insides of her own as he slowly widened his stance on the bed. Each inch he pushed her knees apart brought him closer and closer to her. She squirmed, lifting her hips, feeling his cock brush against her, but he tightened his grip on her wrists. “Tut tut, pet. You’re not in charge. Be still.”

  She nodded and whimpered, fighting her body’s urge to feel him inside her. “Yes, Master, okay.”

  He placed the most chaste and gentle kiss against her lips, keeping his lips closed as he trailed tender kisses across her jaw line, and down her neck.

  This was torture.

  She wanted to squirm, to scream out her frustration, to beg him to fuck her until she was a warm puddle version of herself. But she wouldn’t. James didn’t want her begging right now, and obeying him brought another form of pleasure she really didn’t have a method of describing even after so many months. The control she exerted over her body to be still at his command, to push down the orgasm when his fingers plunged back inside her – that was submission, and that made her proud, so proud of herself when he smiled down at her in recognition of her struggle.

  “Good girl.” His voice almost undid her, she whimpered a moan out and his hips slid against hers, his cock brushing against her damp folds. It was some kind of miracle that she didn’t lift her hips to try and get him inside her.

  “Master...?” Her own voice was so breathy with need, so filled with sensuality that she surprised herself. He just smiled at her as he sat up.

  “I have a plan for our morning if you’re up to play?” His mischievous grin as he looked down at her made him incredibly hot. Ignore the aristocratic good looks, the blond hair, the green eyes, the fit musculature of his body – when he was playful with her, and when he smiled at her like that? There was basically nothing she’d refuse him.

  “Yes, please, Master. I want to play.” Desperate much? At least he laughed and didn’t find her as pathetic as she sounded to herself.

  “Lovely. Get up, and crawl to the playroom with me, pet.” James slid off the bed, his erection barely restrained by the black pants he slid over his cock as he stood. Thalia’s mouth was watering as she slid to the floor, momentarily eye-level with what she’d really prefer to be tasting at the moment. He knew exactly what she was thinking, and he tilted her chin up so she looked him in the eye. “Safe word?” His voice dragged out the question into a low growl. If begging to taste him, to suck him, would work – she’d be begging. But she knew it would all be on his terms this morning, so she answered on a whisper.

  “Chair.”

  “Good.” He beamed at her and started walking backwards, the deep V of his hips rolling as he moved. “Crawl to me.”

  She started crawling towards him, instantly aware of the sway of her breasts, the shift of her shoulders, and the way his eyes followed all of it. Six months ago she would have been impossibly embarrassed by this display, now she just reveled in the way his eyes showed his pleasure as she submitted with her body and followed his requests. His steps moved evenly backwards until he came to the door of the playroom and pushed it open behind him. She followed him in and dropped her eyes to the floor to slip into a kneel.

  He must have been up before her because everything was ready and waiting for them, all set out ready to play. He just stepped forward and shut the door. Then he tugged the soft lined leather collar at her neck until she stood. James guided her carefully to the middle of the room where the padded gymnastics horse sat.

  “Lay down on your stomach.” James ran his fingers down her spine as she lay atop the horse. He walked around her, his fingers massaging one globe of her ass before trailing up the other side of her, tweaking a nipple. Then he stopped in front of her. “Come forward a bit.” She slid forward and he tilted her chin up, and her mout
h was inches from his cock, separated only by his black athletic pants.

  “May I -” Thalia started to ask to taste him, but he brushed his thumb across her lips to stop her.

  “While I’d love to hear you beg for my cock this morning, pet, it’s going to have to wait.” His voice was full of humor and she nodded. In a moment he had her wrists bound with cuffs to the closer of the two bars underneath so she could still push her upper body away from the horse a bit. Her ankles, however, were bound to the widely spaced bottom bars.

  She moaned loudly and jerked at the wrist cuffs when he slid his fingers back inside her, first one, then two, curving down to rub against her g-spot until she was writhing and nearing an orgasm again. He slid his fingers back and shoved forward again with a third that stretched her and made her whimper with the delicious ache and pleasure. She was soaked already, she could feel the air brushing the cooling evidence of her arousal as her juices coated her clit and moved over her mound. His fingers left her pussy, and he pressed a single finger against her ass. Thalia dropped her head forward and made herself relax, groaning as his finger pushed past her tight muscles and thrust inside her. She moaned as he continued, and he slid back and worked two fingers into her. The burning ache quickly giving way to a strange pleasure at being invaded by his touch.

  He stepped away and returned, dripping lube against her ass. “Breathe for me, pet. I want to see this plug inside you this morning.” Thalia pushed herself up enough that she could turn and see a moderately sized plug in his hand. Her body tensed at the idea of taking it inside her, it was larger than his two fingers for sure, but she had taken him inside her and she trusted him. She took a breath, lay back down, and relaxed.

  “Yes, Master.”

  The tip pressed against her and she pushed back as much as she could, his fingers splayed across her lower back to hold her still as he worked the plug farther and farther in. It ached as it stretched her and his other hand moved soothingly across her lower back. A burning sensation made her gasp as the widest part of the plug pressed inside her, and then it filled her as it was seated. Her body tightened around the base and she squirmed against the feeling that already had her panting.

  “You look so beautiful.” His hand rubbed across her pale skin. All of the cane marks had faded in the last four days to thin lines, surrounded by pale bruises because her skin was so delicate. The smack of his hand landing made her jump as the plug moved inside her. She moaned as he spanked her again, and again, and again. Heat coiled inside her as the tension built. Thalia was dripping when he finally stopped, leaving her ass warm to the touch.

  “Please, please, Master, please fuck me!” Thalia begged, wiggling against the horse as much as she could. He grabbed her hips from behind and she prayed a thank you as his cock brushed against her slit. She tried to push back but her legs were bound well and she didn’t have that much room to shift herself.

  “You want me?” He asked, the smile evident in his voice. He was playful this morning.

  “God, yes! Master, please!” She begged and rocked her hips against the horse, trying to get some kind of friction.

  “All you have to do is ask, pet.” He was laughing as he said it, inching himself inside her so slowly. She moaned loudly as she felt him fill her, his cock and the plug grinding against the thin walls separating them. When he finally bottomed out, his pelvis only pressed the plug in deeper and she groaned in pleasure. He pulled back just as slowly and the heat coiling inside Thalia was torture, she jerked at her wrists, arching her back as much as possible trying to get friction to her clit. James continued to move slowly inside her, his hands pressing her hips down against the horse as he took his time.

  She couldn’t handle this slow pace, she wanted to come. Her wrists tugged at the cuffs hard and she squirmed again. “Please fuck me harder, please, Master!” Thalia begged and he laughed, before he rocked his hips back and slammed them forward. She cried out as he bottomed out, the plug slamming forward with the impact of his hips as he filled her ass and her pussy simultaneously. And then he did it again, and again. She was moaning loudly into the horse when she realized she was about to come and she tried to pull herself forward away from him. He leaned forward and grabbed her hair to yank her hard back against his cock, and she knew exactly why she had more freedom in her wrist cuffs. As he arched her back by her hair she screamed, “May I come? Master, please?!”

  One. Two. Three hard thrusts and she was sure she was going to come without permission as his cock nailed her g-spot and the plug made her feel more full as he stretched her. “Come, pet, come as many times as you like.”

  As she let go and came hard, the heat shocked up her spine as it exploded into pleasure and her fists clenched. Her muscles locked as she clamped down on him and the plug, whimpering as quivers of pleasure moved through her. He continued to thrust slowly inside her as she moaned and knew he was nowhere near done. He never gave her permission to come as often as she liked unless he planned to make her beg him to stop. She babbled a thank you as he slid from her.

  “Did you enjoy that?” His voice was at the cabinet. Fuck.

  “Yes, Master, yes, thank you.” She breathed shakily as she felt her body floating down from the height of her orgasm.

  “Good, I’m glad. Feeling less nervous about today yet?” His hands slid something between her mound and the horse and she tried to look back, but all she could see in his hands was the huge vibrator he had brought from the cabinet. His question evaporated from her mind, there was no way he was getting that inside her.

  “Umm, Master?” She mumbled, biting her lip as she gawked at the toy in his hands. His fingers slid inside her wetness and she whimpered.

  “Is that a yes or a no on being nervous, Thalia?” His voice was direct and clear, and as he finished speaking she felt the head of that monstrosity press against her. She groaned and pulled away from it, but his other hand pressed the small of her back against the horse. “Answer me.”

  “Gah!” She groaned as he pressed the head of it inside her, working it forward and back, making her soaking pussy take a little more with each thrust, “Yes, I’m nervous - oh god - yes, Master!”

  He chuckled and she felt a harder thrust that had her shaking again, bordering on a second orgasm as she stretched to accommodate it. Her ass was already so full that imagining accommodating what must have been a toy of ten inches with a girth that was currently making her whimper – it was too much. Which was exactly his plan. She could barely think about their plans for the day, the flight to Scotland, the long car ride, meeting James’ friends of many years. He was doing all of this for her, to distract her.

  “So you’re feeling anxious?” His voice was low behind her, and she twisted to see his eyes glittering with arousal as he watched her filled so completely. His eyes flicked up to meet hers and he grinned at her, and shoved the vibrator in the rest of the way. Her second orgasm crashed over her and she cried out, the feeling of being so full and unable to move away from it was too much when combined with the look he’d given her. She was gasping and squirming when he flipped the vibrator on and her body immediately tumbled into a third orgasm, and he held her there by activating the vibrating little pad he had slid underneath her mound. Her clit sent a crippling wave of pleasure through her making her scream. Heat flushed her body and when the shivers of pleasure calmed down she knew she was coated in a thin sheen of sweat, and her body was shaking already.

  “Oh god, oh god, Master...”

  James was in front of her now, and his hand cupped her face and pushed her hair back until he wound it into a pony tail and fisted it at the back of her head. “If you’re not feeling anxious at the moment, I have a better use for your mouth than pleading with me.”

  “Yes, please!” She’d wanted to taste him, and as the vibrations tormented her she needed to do something, she needed him in her mouth, in her throat, anything to take her focus as the vibrator stretched and tormented her and the pleasure rebounded against th
e plug inside her.

  “Anything for you, pet.” He grinned and pressed against her lips. She took him into her mouth and instantly swirled her tongue around his head, sucking as he pulled his hips back and thrust a little farther in. She braced herself on the bars underneath, and without the aid of her hands, barely able to rock back and forth, he was setting the pace.

  His first few thrusts were shallow, letting her tongue play against him, his groans filling her with satisfaction. Then he started to thrust harder, and when his cock hit her throat she took a breath and swallowed so he could bury himself in her throat. James held himself there as the combination of the vibrator against her clit and the one inside her worked her higher and higher toward another orgasm. Each moan vibrated her throat against his flesh and his moans joined hers. He slid back and swung his hips forward and she caught on to the pattern so she knew when she could breathe. In a moment he was fucking her mouth hard, her throat aching and her lips feeling bruised. She was squirming against the horse as all of the sensations piled up and another orgasm slammed into her.

 

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