by Ann Jacobs
“Home” was a jumble of Southwest and contemporary, a sort of eclectic cross between ranch house and city showplace. Selina kicked off her shoes, crossed to the window and looked out at the distant lights from the Riverwalk and those of University Hospital less than a block away. “Not very humble, by my way of thinking. Seriously, it’s gorgeous.” She especially liked the lived-in look, open journals and a single used coffee mug marring an otherwise pristine setting.
“Want to see my etchings?” She liked the way his eyes twinkled when he gestured toward the hallway and issued the clichéd invitation.
“Why not?” A long time ago Selina had decided to ditch feminine subterfuge and go after what she wanted. Now, though, she wanted Tom to take her, steal away her choices and fucking make her come. Putting on her best Domme façade, she started down the hallway. “What are you waiting for, an engraved invitation?”
“No, honey, I already issued one. One that will give you pleasure like you’ve never known, playing with cringing little slave boys.” He came up behind her, his body radiating heat. Before she could take a breath, he had his hands under her sweater and was cupping her breasts, tugging at the rings behind the sturdy fabric of her bra. He was taking over and she liked it, the certainty of his mastery without the slightest overtone of brutality. She couldn’t have refused him no matter how hard she might try. “Understand this. I’m the one in charge here. And you’re going to come like you’ve never come before. I ought to run a chain through these and tie you to a wall. Make you play with them while I use a flogger to strike your impudent butt. Would you like it if I use dildos to warm your ass and cunt before I fuck you?”
She shuddered at the thought of him making her helpless the way her ex had often done. Hurting her more each time than he had the last. “No restraints. Please.” Everything else he suggested had her heart beating faster, every cell in her body anticipating what she hadn’t had for years. Mastery. A strong man asserting his will on her body and heart. Compelling her acceptance and pleasure without commanding her submission, which she’d give him willingly.
A look of concern creased his brow, as though her fear of being restrained confused him. Then he reached out, brushed her cheek again the way he’d done in the car, a reassurance amid the sexual heat and pressure that surrounded them. “No restraints then. I promise.” That touch, those few words, helped her relax, let her arousal build.
He stilled his hand, steering her to a doorway on the left, into a large room dominated by a king-size, four-poster bed draped with a Lone Star patterned quilt. A sheepskin lay folded at the foot of the bed, its texture soft and inviting. As inviting as a leather flogger he’d just set on the night stand, only it added to her arousal, and the excitement she always experienced at the promise of sensual pain. When she glanced the other way, a reflection greeted her from the mirrored wall.
His hands firmly on her waist, he stood behind her. Every throbbing prod of his cock against her ass cheeks made her want him more. A shudder made its way through her body, reminding her she was afraid. But not of him. Not now, not after that soft reassurance amid the sensual command of a Master. It made her believe he wouldn’t hurt her…at least not physically. What had her wanting to bolt was the disgusted look she imagined crossing his handsome face when he saw her in the bright light of the room. He’d be seeing, not the in-control Domme he’d met at the club but instead a scared, overweight woman. A woman with more insecurities than she wanted anyone to see.
As if he read her fear, he drew her closer. “All I want tonight is to make you feel good. Give you pleasure. Make you let go and share all the sensations that go with great sex. I want you to come until you can’t come any more. Then I want to sleep with you, feel your heart beating next to mine.”
“I want that, too.” Not that Selina thought she would ever get it. Might as well let her fears loose, voice them before he could do it. “But I’m afraid when you see me you’re not going to want that anymore.”
“I see you, baby. I see a woman who makes my cock rise with anticipation. With clothes or without, you’re going to turn me on.” He squeezed her corseted waist. “Come on, let’s get these things off you. I can tell you all night long that I like my women with a little meat on their bones, but you’re not going to believe me until I show you.”
How did he know? Was she that obvious? Steeling herself for the disappointment she was certain she’d see in his eyes, she peeled off her sweater and looped her thumbs into the elastic waistband of her slacks before he did it for her. For a long time she stood there, feeling his gaze on her, wishing to God she’d stuck with that diet the last time and cursing the lingerie manufacturers who pretty much limited the kind of support she needed to ugly black or white garments without the least bit of potential for sexual titillation.
Tom cleared his throat. “Come on, don’t make me wait. Want some help with the corset?”
“No.” All she needed was for him to unlace the thing and watch her waistline inflate like a balloon on steroids. “I’d like to leave it on if that’s okay with you.” At that moment Selina realized one of the benefits of masquerading as a Domme. No sub would dare insist she disrobe any more than she wanted to. And if he intended to pursue a relationship, he’d keep his mouth shut about her excess flab.
No such luck with a Master, and Tom definitely was that. When she made no move to finish disrobing, he shed his own clothes and took her in his arms. His touch was strong yet gentle when he unhooked her bra and bared her breasts. “Beautiful,” he murmured, cupping them, raising them so he could unfasten the bow that held her corset lacing tight.
She held her breath, as if that might lessen the shock of his seeing her waist expand by a full four inches when the corset came off. “How do you stand wearing this thing?” he asked, rubbing his fingers over the reddened flesh he was uncovering. “It can’t be good for you.”
Oh, yeah, she’d almost forgotten this gorgeous man had mentioned he was a doctor as well as a Dom. “Go ahead, tell me I need to lose about sixty or seventy pounds before I end up with heart trouble and high blood pressure. Everybody else does.”
“Right now I want to touch and squeeze and love all however many pounds of you there are. I’ll leave the weight management lectures to whichever of my lucky colleagues may be taking care of you for that.” As if punctuating his statement, he slid her panties down and bent to kiss the rose tattoo on the inside of one quivering thigh. “I like this.”
She was naked. Completely naked. The light was incredibly bright, casting its evil illumination on every flabby inch of her as well as on every lean, perfectly sculpted muscle on Tom’s magnificent body. When he stood, she saw his cock, hard as stone and rising up against his flat belly. His PA ring brushed his navel. “Told you I’d like it. I like you, honey, a lot. So does my cock. Now lie down on that sheepskin and let me show you I can give pleasure as well as take it.”
His words were reassuring, but they couldn’t drown out the damning litany in her own head. When she turned back the quilt, spread the sheepskin in the center of the big bed, and lay down, she felt like a specimen pinned down for examination under a high-powered microscope. Even the soft fuzz of the sheepskin caressing her backside didn’t distract her from that glaring illumination. The recessed overhead lights seemed as though they all were focused on nothing but her much-less-than-perfect body. “The lights. Turn them off. Please.”
“No, baby. It turns me on to look at you. Close your eyes if you don’t want to see me, too.” He turned away for a minute, as if giving her time to become accustomed to the light and the fact he wasn’t going to turn it off.
She did want to look at him. Who wouldn’t? The guy was sex personified, obviously in charge all the way, yet he didn’t show any signs of being a domineering bastard with a mean streak, like her ex-husband and a few of the Doms she’d encountered in the BDSM community. Of course, she remembered that abusers never start out as abusers, as well as the fact that she carried the la
sting legacy of her abusive ex-husband. The lack of confidence and feeling of self-loathing had practically ruined her for a good relationship even if one fell into her lap. Lying back against the cushion of the sheepskin, watching him choose toys from the nightstand drawer, Selina tried not to think about how she must look compared with the slender Snake Woman and every other partner that Tom had ever played sex games with.
Who’d have ever imagined the toughest Domme at Club Rio Brava was a fraud? Out of the corner of his eye Tom watched Selina. What the hell had happened in her past to steal her self-confidence? Sure, she was too heavy. The physician in him couldn’t help acknowledging that. But she was fucking beautiful, with skin soft as a baby’s and the most beautiful violet-colored eyes he’d ever seen. Lush lips made for sucking cock…bountiful tits tipped with large rosy nipples. He liked the way her clit peeked impudently out from pouting pink cunt lips he was fairly sure had been rid permanently of pubic hair.
And he loved the sweet, submissive voice that gave her away every time she tried to play the Domme. He knew that voice from somewhere, liked the warm recollection that wouldn’t quite come clear. It was as if he’d known her at some point in the distant past, not as a sex object but as a young, naïve girl. Not quite a child yet not fully mature, either. He’d remember eventually. Now all that mattered was to give her pleasure, and take it for himself as well.
His gaze settled on the marks left by that goddamn corset. If Selina were to become his slave, he’d forbid her to wear the torture device unless she seriously needed punishment, because it hurt him to see the cruel ridges it made on her soft, tender flesh. He’d also talk her into growing out that short matronly bob that did nothing for her pretty face but emphasize her lack of confidence in her appearance. He imagined her hair long, a dark silken mass he could sink his fingers into, command her attention to him.
Rifling through the nightstand drawer, he finally found what he’d been looking for. The large, vibrating butt plug and matching dildo he’d bought and stored away but never used had made their way back to the left rear corner of the drawer, past the wrapped condoms and a tube of lubricant that had gotten occasional use. He started to take out the handcuffs, too, but changed his mind. Something in Selina’s past had apparently frightened her about being restrained, and he didn’t want to spook her.
At the moment his only goal was to hold her, touch her, wipe away the doubts that showed in her eyes and make her come. Setting down the toys, he picked up the flogger from the nightstand and let the silken strands slide idly over Selina’s soft, pale skin. The small tremors of her flesh didn’t escape his attention. “Relax, honey. Don’t think, just feel.” He bent, sucking one prominent ringed nipple between his teeth and flailing it with his tongue. The metals collided, his tongue ring reverberating with the impact and sending waves of sexual pleasure through him. When he heard her moan, he knew she liked it, too. “You know, I’ve never seen such beautiful breasts.” He turned his head and gave the same attention to her other distended nipple.
“Oh, yes. Bite me. Harder. Please,” she added as if only now remembering she was not the one in charge.
Giving her nipple one last swipe with his tongue, Tom raised his head and trailed the flogger down her body, along the reddened flesh bitten into by those corset stays. Seeing those marks infuriated him, made him want to lash out and hurt whoever had made her feel she needed to injure her beautiful skin. “I should punish you for hurting yourself this way. But I find all I want to do is bring you pleasure.” She spread her legs as he moved the flogger lower, obviously eager for him to push her quickly to climax. “We have all night, honey. No need to rush.” He hoped that was so, and that no case would come along tonight that couldn’t wait a few hours until daylight. Fortunately he was number three on the call list so it wasn’t likely he’d draw an emergency case this late in the evening.
Her baby-soft cunt drew his attention, and he couldn’t resist bending and drawing her hard little clit into his mouth, using his tongue to rotate the tiny gold barbell that adorned it. He had the feeling she could come quickly that way, but he wanted to give her more. Taking one last nip at the hard little nub, he picked up the dildo and rubbed it along her sopping slit. “I love how you’re wet for me.”
She moaned, her hips tilting upward in blatant invitation. Tom slid the dildo home then bent again and lapped at her clit with his tongue as he spread her legs wider, bending them slightly at the knees. “I’m going to take your ass, too. Does that excite you?” He ringed her anus with a finger then slipped it just beyond her anal sphincter.
“God, yes.” Her enthusiastic words trailed off as though she weren’t any too sure about what she wanted. “I want you that way. But you’re too big.”
“Trust me. I won’t hurt you. You’re going to want it so bad, that when I fuck your ass, all you’ll feel is incredible pleasure.” Withdrawing his finger, he reached for the lubricant he’d laid out and coated the butt plug before inserting it carefully up her ass. “Feel good?”
She shuddered, but she writhed with arousal at the double stimulation. Tom stroked her thighs, tracing the faded rose tattoo just below her left cunt lip, increasing the pressure with his fingers as he felt the tension building inside her. His cock was hot as fire, his balls about to burst. He thought about her lips, about the warm wetness of her mouth, how it had felt when she’d swallowed his flesh, consumed his climax. At the club, he’d barely thought of Snake Woman while Selina had given him head, even though his own face had been buried between the other woman’s legs while he brought her to climax with his tongue. All he wanted then and now was to give Selina the best orgasms of her life.
Despite his earlier thoughts, Tom couldn’t help but return to his wishful fantasy of a woman who could share his life as well as a club membership. Selina made it impossible for him not to think about it. He’d been a fool to give up so soon, immersing himself with subs like Snake Woman while Selina had been just a few feet away, giving him a chance to entertain the idea again…
Not as a master, but as a lover. Just as he would be her lover but never her slave. He had to have all of her, bury his cock to the balls in the wet heat of her cunt…fuck the deep, soft cleavage between her generous breasts. His fingers itched to tunnel in her hair, hold her mouth steady to take his deep thrusts. He’d calm her fears and claim the dark, tight cavern of her rear…
Don’t restrain me. Please. Her words stopped him from mounting her, pinning her to the bed with his own body. They didn’t deter him from leaning over her, bringing her massive breasts together with both hands so he could suck both ringed nipples while she came to the edge, pushed on by the toys vibrating in her cunt and ass. His tongue flailing tissue already distended from the weight of the nipple rings.
“God, yes.” She came hard. Fast. Her body shook with the intensity of her climax. Tom couldn’t wait. He changed positions, snatched the dildo from her sopping cunt, and sank his aching cock deep in her willing body. Her nipples pierced his chest when he claimed her mouth and tongue-fucked her there.
But it was her cunt that gripped him. Wet velvet, so hot, incredibly pleasurable. As though she wanted never to let him go, she squeezed his cock with muscles as tight as a clenched fist while the vibrations of the butt plug, separated from his cock only by the thin membrane dividing the two passages, thrummed through their genitals, increasing the delicious sensation. Only when he he’d brought her to climax twice more did he relinquish control and come inside her.
Chapter Three
And only when he came back to his senses several minutes later did Tom realize he’d forgotten to put on a condom.
He never forgot. “Uh, Selina?” he said, drawing her attention to his naked, wrung-out cock.
“It’s all right. I’m on the Pill. I’m clean and I’m sure you are, too.”
Relief poured over him. But not nearly as much of a reprieve as he’d have felt if it had been Snake Woman or Johanna reassuring him that he hadn’t taken an u
nacceptable risk.
Maybe the risk with Selina wouldn’t be all that unacceptable.
He wasn’t finished, and he got the idea from her eager look when he withdrew the butt plug that she wasn’t, either. “Come on, let’s play in the water,” he said, taking her hand and tugging her with him. The trip took longer than usual as he sampled the salty taste of her perfect skin and she shyly explored his body, seemingly overwhelmed at the fact that he couldn’t keep his hands off her.
Like most of the women who’d seen the sunken Jacuzzi his decorator had made to look as if it were outdoors, Selina’s eyes widened with delight. That bunch of tropical greenery he had to remember to water every week did add the illusion of being out in nature, which was why he liked it so. Without the slightest hesitation she followed him into the water. “This is beautiful. Reminds me of a tropical rainforest,” she told him as she settled beside him and lay back against the jets.
Her breasts seemed to float, partially hidden by the swirling water yet allowing him to look his fill, to take them in his hands and lift them so he could lick droplets of water from her large, rosy nipples. “Like what you see?” he asked when she shifted her gaze to take in the dark blue tile walls and stark white fixtures set on a blue-veined marble floor.