She extended her arms towards him, and he secured her in the soft restraints. “You may hold onto the bedding if needed.”
“What are you going to do to me, Sir?” Her voice trembled with sweet huskiness of arousal.
“I’m going to fuck your tight ass.”
She lifted her head. Desire made her pupils dilate, and her lips were parted. “Yes,” she said.
“Lube?”
“In the bathroom linen closet.”
“Remain where you are.”
“I wouldn’t have done otherwise, Sir.”
He exited the room to find two dogs and a cat curled up outside the door, like sentries on duty. Dana lifted her head. Whisper blinked then ignored him. Damned MW lunged for his toes. “Don’t you dare.” His command was brusque and loud.
The Dachshund whined as if deprived of a favourite toy but lay back down.
Niles wondered if Brandy would feel compelled to come to his—or the dog’s—rescue but she didn’t move. “Good girl,” he said to her after he’d returned to her. “I thought you might not follow my order.”
“If you had wanted my help, you’d have let me know. But that doesn’t mean I wasn’t tempted, Sir.”
He placed the lube and a couple of handtowels on the nightstand. “At the Den, you disobeyed one of my instructions.”
Her hot body trembled.
“Do you remember what it was?”
“Yes, Sir. I came without permission.”
“I promised you a punishment for it. Would you like to accept that now?”
“Yes, Sir, if it pleases you. I don’t want it looming out there.”
“I want you to remember this night for a long time.”
“Master Niles, I will remember every moment with you.” Since she was facedown, the mattress muffled her words, but it couldn’t disguise the honesty or the pulse of need.
Response knifed through him, hot, quick, lethal.
He wanted this woman in a way he shouldn’t. He’d hardened his soul. Men were fortunate to meet one incredible woman in their lifetime. But two? Impossible.
No matter how he told himself that, the words what if teased him.
With a brutal force that shocked him, he shoved them away. What he felt for Brandy was raw sexual energy. What red-blooded male wouldn’t? She was naked, stretched over a bed, cuffed for him, hair waiting to be yanked. And her curves… Curves like hers would turn a saint into a sinner.
He reached for the detachment that he’d worn like a shroud since Eleanor’s death. He’d scened with the hottest women on the planet in recent years, and he’d done so without entangling his emotions.
This was no different.
She shifted slightly, not enough that any Dom would scold her, more of a gentle movement to shift her weight and ensure his continued interest.
Niles took his belt from the jeans he’d discarded earlier. He laid the leather across her back. “It seems you’re looking forward to this punishment.”
She moaned a little. “Oh, yes,” she said. “Sir, I am.”
“How many stripes do you deserve, you greedy little sub?”
“Dozens, Sir.”
“Dozens?”
“At least. How will I learn otherwise?”
He grinned. A woman with needs that matched his… That night at the Den, he’d forced her orgasm solely with the idea of beating her at a later date. Even as they’d scened, he’d been planning their next meeting. He’d had no idea he’d have the luxury of holding her in bed afterwards.
Niles slid his hand over her curved derrière.
“Mmm. Thank you, Sir.”
He rubbed her skin, each pass becoming more vigorous.
“Sir is too kind.”
“Selfish,” he corrected. “I want to make sure your bottom isn’t too sore for future spankings.”
“You’re turning me on, Sir.”
No doubt. The tangy scent of her arousal reached him, making his cock even harder. It would take all his formidable concentration to get through her belting instead of fucking her.
He increased the friction until he was convinced she had plenty of circulation to minimise bruising.
“I love having your hands on me, Sir.”
“You’re an appreciative miss.” He picked up the belt and folded it in half. He wanted to stand close to her and be exacting about the placement of each stroke.
He started slow, the first hit a whisper.
“Sir,” she protested.
“Patience.” He didn’t blame her for wanting to get on with it.
Once he’d covered her buttocks and thighs, he increased the force and landed the next few in random places.
She took a deep breath.
“Will this teach you to hold back your orgasms?” he asked.
“I’m afraid not, Sir.”
“No?”
“I’m incorrigible.”
He grinned. Damn, he enjoyed this.
With greater force, he kissed her flesh with the supple leather. Her skin reddened, and she jerked. He caught her on the inner part of her right thigh.
She hissed then said, “Thank you.”
Not wanting her to feel uneven, he adjusted his stance and smacked the inside of her left thigh.
He saw her toes curl against the hardwood. “Are you getting hot from this?”
“God, yes, Sir. Everything you do… You know my body.”
Not as well as he intended to.
With his left hand, he stroked between her legs. Like a hussy, she moved backwards, using her body to silently ask for more. Her pussy was already wet. He slipped a finger inside her and pressed against her G-spot. “Didn’t you get in trouble for wanton behaviour?” He pulled away.
“Sir! How is it my fault that you are irresistible?”
“I thought you were a well-trained sub.”
“I thought so, too. Until you and your devilish ways showed up.”
He stepped back, shook out the belt then swung it in a wide arc, letting it crack beneath her buttocks.
“Yum,” she said. “You know what I want.”
At this point, she wasn’t the only one in danger of coming. The sight of her reddened skin, the sound of husky approval in her voice and the sharp scent of musk had him on the edge. If he took his dick in hand, he’d ejaculate on her heated buttocks. Not that the idea was without merit, but he wanted to fill her ass and possess her.
He continued the beating, increasing the ferocity. His hits weren’t as brutal as they would be if he were truly punishing her.
“Oh, Sir…” She turned her head to one side. “You could do this to me all night.”
“No doubt we’d both enjoy that. Six more. Count them out.” When she’d said dozens, he hadn’t planned to deliver that many. But he had, because he wanted to please her.
He blazed one across both buttocks.
“One, Sir.” She sighed.
Then he hit the backs of her calves.
Her knees buckled. “Fuck, Sir. Two.”
“More?”
“Four more to go, Sir. Give them to me.”
“That’s my girl.”
She straightened her body position. He seared her with another stripe.
“Three incredible smacks, Sir.”
He grinned. He’d given a lot of beatings in his life, and he’d never had a sub behave as she was. Some took it in silence unless he required they count aloud. Others screamed. Some whimpered and cried. But she encouraged, pleaded and let him know how much she appreciated his efforts.
He delivered the last three in quick succession, and she exhaled softly.
“Thank you.” She craned her head to look at him. “You are going to do me. Right, Sir?” Her eyes were wide, luminous with her plea.
“Are you kidding me? My cock is rock hard.” He tossed the belt to one side and donned a condom before squirting lube onto one palm. “Are you ready for me?”
“I have to have you, Sir.”
“Then let me
in.” He lubricated a finger and eased past her sphincter muscle.
She moaned. “Nice,” she said. “It’s been too long since I’ve felt that.”
“I should put a plug in you all the time.”
“I’d be a turned-on mess, Sir, unable to think at all.”
“You would be thinking,” he contradicted. “About me pulling it out and stuffing my dick in you. You’d be obsessed by thoughts of my domination, wondering when it would happen, hoping you could survive that long.”
She moaned. Her words were muffled when she said, “As always, you’re right, Sir.”
He eased out then re-entered her with two fingers, stretching her out.
“I’m desperate to come, Sir.”
“I know.” It was obvious. Her body was slack, supple. “But I want you to wait.”
She turned her face downward and burrowed into the mattress.
“You can wait a little longer,” he said. “Otherwise I’ll withhold beatings and put you in a corner.”
“A fate worse than death, Sir.”
“Then control yourself.”
“Then stop what you’re doing to me, Sir,” she retorted. “That’s my only hope.”
Even now, she was moving around, trying to rub her clit on the bedding. Christ, he liked how responsive she was. Perhaps every Dom turned her on, but he hoped not.
“I’m crazy for your touch,” she said, as if she’d read his thoughts.
A fine sheen of perspiration dotted her spine. As he played with her, she writhed.
“Sir, you’re putting me in a bad position.”
“How’s that?”
“I want to obey you, and I’m having more and more trouble.”
“That is a conundrum,” he said with no sympathy. He continued to finger-fuck her tight little hole. Truthfully, she wasn’t the only one who couldn’t last much longer. His balls were drawn up, and he was clenching his jaw to think about anything other than ramming into her. “Are you ready for me, gorgeous sub?”
“Sir, I’ve been ready. I could have taken you even without your generous preparation.”
He lubed up his dick with a few strokes that had him gritting his teeth then wiped his hands on a nearby towel. Then he released her hands before instructing, “Reach back and part your buttocks.”
She did, and he stood there for a few seconds, admiring the view, made even more compelling by the welts on her skin. “On your toes,” he said. “Toes pointed in.”
Brandy moved into position, exposing more of her pussy and puckered anal whorl. “I could come from looking at you,” he said, his voice gruffer than normal.
“If that pleases you, Sir.”
“Well said.” He positioned his cockhead at her opening. “Spread wider.”
Instantly she did.
He pushed in a few inches then moved back to give her a momentary break.
“Yum, Sir.” She adjusted a bit to give him greater access.
“Beautiful.” This time, he went in a little deeper.
She turned her head to the side.
“Stay in position,” he said, though the command wasn’t needed. She behaved with perfect grace.
He stroked in and out, inserting a bit more with each thrust, letting her accommodate him.
After several seconds, his control began to unravel. He wanted to fill her. All night, her proximity had caused long-dormant need to reignite. He hadn’t wanted sex for more than a year after losing Eleanor. After that, masturbation had suited him fine. He’d had meaningless fucks since then, which took care of hormonal demands, but this raw desire for Brandy was new.
“I want to feel your balls against me.”
He grabbed her buttocks and parted her even farther.
“Give it to me, Sir.”
Surging forward, he did, burying himself to the hilt.
“Ahh,” she said, the single word a purr of approval.
He remained still for a moment until she said, “More.”
“Hands above your head,” he told her.
She struggled for a moment but did as he’d ordered.
He wound the length of her hair around one of his hands.
“You’re so masterful, Sir.”
She clutched at the bedding as he pulled on her hair and rocked his pelvis. “Can you come from anal penetration?” he asked her.
“I never have. But I do love it.”
“You doing okay?”
“Want…”
With his free hand, he grabbed one of her shoulders. With him filling her rear, holding her hair, she was his.
He leant forward and sank his teeth into the side of her neck.
“Fuck!” she screamed.
She bucked beneath him, forcing her butt up. She parted her legs more, bringing her body lower so that she was more open to him and her clit was pressed against the bed. Her uninhibited motions urged him on. This woman loved sex and was ultra-honest about what she wanted and needed. He respected that.
He bent his knees for more leverage then surged up inside her.
“Oh yes. Sir, Sir, if I can come—”
“If you can, do.” He moved in her with short motions, just enough to get sufficient distance to surge and bury himself balls deep.
“That’s what I wanted,” she said, the words strangled in gasps.
She pushed back, in concert with him, helping him to get and stay deeper.
“Damn, damn, damn.”
“Too much?”
“No. Overwhelmed. Good.”
Her legs trembled and she bent her knees, pressing herself more into the mattress. He released her shoulder and forced his hand beneath her pelvis to push against her swollen clit.
She jerked then her body froze. “I…”
“Come,” he commanded, yanking on her hair, briefly abrading her clit then surging up inside her.
Brandy screamed and her body stiffened.
Her internal muscles constricted him in the best possible way.
“That’s my sub,” he said, still holding onto her but with less pressure. He leaned over so he was close to her ear. “First anal orgasm.”
“I’d say thank you, but I don’t even remember my own name right now.”
He kissed her ear. “Well done. And your name’s Brandy.”
She gulped in a breath. “I want to satisfy you, Sir.”
“The way you came just about emasculated me.”
“I’m not going to apologise,” she said.
“Hell and back, you’d better not. That was hot, Ms Hess.”
“I think I’ll sleep for a week.”
“I’ll hold you while you do.”
“Come in me, Sir.” She ground against him as an added invitation.
He was helpless to resist her. Niles captured her hips and kept her steady as he surged inside her ass.
“I had no idea,” she said.
Once he had her where he wanted her, he once again twisted his hand in her luxurious hair.
He brought his other hand around and put his forearm beneath her chest to lift her torso from the mattress.
Without him needing to tell her what to do, she leant back to rest her head on his chest. She reached around to put a palm against his neck and curled her other hand into his biceps.
They were linked on physical level, and more.
“Oh…so, so deep,” she told him. “It’s…”
She didn’t seem to have words. Nor did he. He was a man possessed by a savage urge that only this woman could sate.
“Yes, yes,” she said.
Holding her tight, he thrust into her ass. “You respond so well to me, Brandy.”
“Because you’re unbelievably demanding, Sir.”
His cock thickened as his blood heated. It seemed incredible that she could feel him so completely.
Sweat beaded on his brow and all his muscles strained from the force. Brandy in his arms, he buried himself to his testicles and squeezed his eyes shut as ejaculate spurted in pulse after r
elentless pulse.
He felt her body tremble beneath his as she struggled to keep her feet on the ground and not collapse against him. For long seconds, he held her even though common sense encouraged him to let her go. He prided himself on never losing control. But the connection with Brandy unravelled him. It was more than her sexy body, greater than her compassion. It was her quirkiness, the way she trusted him and made him look inside himself. “You okay?” he asked.
“Never better, Sir.” She arched back into him.
“I might have been too rough.”
“Not at all, Sir. If I had needed to, I would have used a safe word.”
He withdrew his spent cock and lowered her to the mattress. She made an odd sound as she curled into a ball. “Was that a purr?”
“It was.”
“I’ll be right back.” He was grinning.
“I guarantee you, I’m not going anywhere, Sir.”
Outside the door, Dana looked at him and whimpered. “Promise I didn’t hurt her,” he told the dog. MW leapt up and dived for Niles’ toes. He snapped his fingers and pointed at the floor. The dog yipped a couple of times, but settled down. The cat thumped its tail once but didn’t crack an eyelid.
Niles had never had an army of four-footed protectors looking after one of his subs. He wasn’t sure what to make of it, but he didn’t mind. That surprised him.
He turned on the faucet and disposed of the condom. After he’d cleaned up, he reached for a washcloth and ran it under the water then grabbed a small towel on the way out.
All of the pets had inched closer to the bedroom, and he debated what to do. He’d never had animals growing up. While he and Eleanor had talked about getting a puppy, the time had never been right.
In the end, he left the door open a crack. Brandy was still in the same position, and the sight of her reddened, well-used body stirred an unfamiliar instinct to protect. “I don’t want to startle you,” he said as he sat on the bed.
“I’m awake,” she said.
“Uh-huh.” He pressed a heated washcloth to her.
She yelped. “That’s hot.”
“Warm,” he countered. “You’ll be grateful in the morning.” He kept the cloth in place until it cooled then dried her with the fresh towel.
“I should have done that for you,” she protested.
“With your super-power energy?”
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