by Michelle
Mark brought her to the brink twice in the ten minutes it took Derek to drive to Richard Adams’ shop. Kellie’s legs trembled as he helped her out of the car. With an arm around her waist, he whispered, “You’re feeling all right, little one?”
“You’re making me crazy and you know it,” she said, her eyes half hazy and half angry. “At least give me a few minutes to recover.”
“I’ll let you scream in pleasure all the way to Dallas,” he said with a low laugh, then laughed again at her rejoinder urging him to hurry.
Chapter 16
An hour later, or was it two hours, she wondered,
Kellie faced the same view of the Dom as Derek opened the door and extended a hand to help her out of the car. It took her a minute to realize what he wanted, her thoughts still scattered by the necklace locked around her throat.
The significance of it worried her more than she cared to admit but she couldn’t find a way to explain her concerns with Mark without making a mess of it. Swallowing hard, she stuck her hand out and let the tall, intense Dom assist her. The minute she was steady on her feet, he left her, striding ahead of them to the hostess kiosk.
Mark came around to her side and slipped an arm around her waist. Fingering the teardrop stone dangling from her necklace, he asked what she thought of it.
“It’s beautiful, Mark, but it’s too much. I hardly know you and you’re giving me jewelry. I feel like a kept woman.”
His low laugh at her ear sent a shiver down her spine and into the tender flesh between her thighs. “You’re mine and that’s all that matters. This little piece of jewelry announces my claim on you.”
She cringed at the image of a dog peeing on his property to warn others off. Mark had done exactly that with a necklace only he could remove. When he’d tucked the tiny key into his wallet, she’d wanted to ask questions, but they’d been in and out of the jeweler’s shop so fast her head spun.
Derek and the hostess were waiting and led them to a deep banquette. Mark had her sit and scoot around to the back while he and Derek sat across from each other. They perused the menu and Mark made several suggestions for her. When she narrowed the choices down to two, he took the menu from her hand and waived at the waiter.
Mark’s knee pressed against hers under the table while he and Derek chatted with the waiter. She jumped when his fingers trailed from her knee to the hem of her dress and bunched it in his hand, all while joking with the waiter and ordering dinner. Thighs tingling from the brush of his knuckles on her skin, she nudged her legs closed. A sharp squeeze just above her knee stopped her attempt. Turning to him with a sharp comment at the ready, she met his raised brow and held back.
She’d agreed to be submissive. She relaxed into the booth and he flashed a smile her way, along with another squeeze to her thigh.
A ragged breath later, his assault continued, the fabric inching up her thighs until her recently denuded lady parts felt a persistent draft. Kellie cut her eyes to Mark and then to Derek. Talk of a construction project bounced back and forth between them, with no attention to her.
Derek leaned back and turned the cloth wrapped silverware over and over in front of him, looking at Mark. “Heard from the general contractor while you were in Richard’s shop. They found another snag—not too big, but it’ll set us back about two days.”
“Damn,” Mark shot back. “I’m beginning to think we jumped in too fast. This club better be a hit or we’ve wasted a lot of time and money. You’re sure there’s a market here?”
Kellie halfheartedly followed their conversation while watching the dynamic between the two dominant men. Both were well built with strong personalities, and both oozed testosterone like it was bath soap and cologne combined. The scent floating around their table was heady and enticing. The hand on her leg moved north and she held her breath until movement stopped. She’d lost her place in the conversation but she caught the phrase ‘be my guest’ a few seconds before another hot palm landed firmly on her thigh.
Her other thigh.
Her head jerked up and she eyed Derek with an open mouth. But it was Mark who answered her unspoken question.
“As per our agreement, I may share your considerable charms whenever and with whomever I please.”
Mark leaned closer, so only she would hear. “If you are in pain or can’t bear the activity, use your safe word. Otherwise, submit.”
Kellie leaned back and willed her body to relax while the two men continued their conversation about the construction project. They’d managed to pry her knees open and were slowly working their way to the middle of her body. Once there, she’d most likely explode or turn into a cooked noodle and slither under the table. Thank God the restaurant used long tablecloths.
When their plates arrived, both men eased their fingers down her leg to the knee and stopped to open their silverware. Mark grabbed hers and had it unrolled before she realized it. He laid the navy blue napkin next to her plate and smiled.
“I need a fork, please.”
“Open, baby. You’ll like this,” Derek said, offering a square of meat from his fork.
She looked from the fork to his face, seeing for the first time the Dom in his expression. Her head swiveled back to Mark, his eyes sparkling with mischief and dominance. He was enjoying her indecision. With a deep breath, she faced Derek and opened her mouth.
When she closed her lips around the tines, one corner of his mouth curved up in an audacious show of appreciation while he slowly eased the fork from her mouth.
Mark’s palm tapped lightly against her inner thigh, a reminder of her dual submission. He scooped up a bite of potato from his plate and slipped it inside her mouth, then cut a piece of chicken from her plate and served it. They took turns offering her bites from their plates or serving her from her own and continued their conversation about the construction project.
Her initial feeling of being at a tennis match dissipated as the conversation slowed their efforts, but they refused to give in to her request for a fork. When she was stuffed, they relented only until the dessert tray came around. Taking pity on her, they each chose a different pie and made her taste each one.
Lingering over coffee, talk turned to her training, even though she wasn’t allowed to participate. They discussed her as an object to be cared for and petted, which they’d both been doing all evening. Several times during dinner she’d found herself unable to focus on the food in her mouth because of the fingers inching ever closer to nirvana. When they rose to leave, she wasn’t sure if standing on her own feet would be possible. Scooting across the seat increased her need, but Mark either expected her to be aroused or had no clue what they’d done to her. He took her hand as if nothing had happened and led her out of the restaurant.
The parking lot was well-lit and busy. Mark and Derek flanked her protectively while they strolled through the near dark.
“You’ll be at the board meeting next week with an update?” Mark asked.
“Yes, unless something gets screwed.” They both laughed.
Mark opened the door to the back seat and asked, “How long is the drive to the airport?”
“Twenty minutes, give or take a few depending on traffic.”
“Drive carefully,” he said, his eyes meeting hers with clear intention.
Kellie slid into the back seat. He didn’t fasten her seatbelt, just slipped in next to her and leaned back. Derek started the car with a murmured ‘Man, you’re killing me’ and Kellie swallowed hard. Next to her, Mark turned his body and leaned against the door with a knee up against the seat. Eyes fixed on her, he unbuckled his belt and flicked open the button of his slacks. The click, click, click of his zipper sliding down one tine at a time crashed into her like the bells at a railroad crossing. Then his cock sprang free and he wrapped his fist around it, stroking up and down, mesmerizing her with the sound of his flesh on flesh.
“Twenty minutes, little one. Show me what you learned this weekend.”
Her head jer
ked to Derek in the driver’s seat, then back to Mark. Kellie opened her mouth to object but couldn’t formulate any words. This was it. This was submission.
“Start with your mouth and finish there or with your pussy. Your choice. But either way, you will not come until I allow it.”
***
He’d waited all day for this moment. Would she submit? Or was she still playing at submission?
Her eyes wide, she followed the movement of his fist and her tongue flicked out to wet her lips. She was deciding. Wanting what he could give her and battling her fear of the loss of control.
A drop of precum beaded at the head of his cock and she leaned forward to lick it off.
Exultation flooded his chest with relief and power.
She was his.
His heart clenched at the release of tension. For the first time in years, he’d truly wanted a woman, one who would be his and only his. Kellie was the woman he’d longed for, truly his without the worldliness of the subs playing at submission.
He shifted his feet to make room for her on the floor of the car and she crawled across the seat to drop her knees into the space he’d made. Without a word of direction, she leaned over and took him into her mouth as he’d taught her, encompassing the head, sucking and stroking for a few minutes before taking another inch inside.
Mark let his head loll on the back of the seat while his half-lidded eyes watched his dick slowly disappear into her mouth. Damn, she was beautiful. Her hips brushed against his knees and even through the fabric of his slacks, he discerned the tightly contained need in her body.
She was aroused and on edge, exactly where he wanted her. She’d wait until he told her to come, and then he’d take her like a caveman, pounding into her as no one ever would again, and claim her heart and soul.
Kellie reached her limit, taking him as deep as she could in this position, and she eased back until only the head touched her lips. A soft moan slipped out of her mouth and Mark ground his teeth to keep silent. She was enjoying the blow job as much—if not more—than he.
A wise woman, she started again and worked him over and over until he was coated with saliva and precum. The little whimpers and moans she made intensified the experience for him, creating a barrage of sensations aimed more at his brain than his dick. The urge to drag her up and over his body and plant his cock inside her punched at his shoulders, but he’d given her the choice. He needed her trust more than her body.
He let her decide.
Her pace picked up, taking him into her mouth deep and fast. His balls tightened and the impending climax pulsed along every inch of his cock. With a muffled shout, he let go. She took all he gave her and then some, and then licked her lips and laid her cheek on his thigh.
Mark buried his fingers in her hair and caressed her scalp. He played in the dark blond locks, letting the fine texture of her tresses slide through his fingers while he whispered to her. “Thank you, my little one, my sweet Kellie.”
Her sigh almost covered the rough, gravelly groan from the front seat.
Almost.
***
Derek managed to keep his comments to himself while following Mark up the stairs and into the jet. The cute little lady was weak-kneed and wobbly, but smiling like a Cheshire cat. And his friend was a goner. That little diamond drop said it all.
He handed off the packages, kissed sweet Kellie’s hand and got off the fucking plane as expeditiously as he could. Watching another man fall in love didn’t help his celibate disposition.
In fact, it damn near killed him. But he’d been in that spot before and didn’t want to chance his heart again. He preferred an uncomplicated love life.
Derek sent a text to a friend and turned the car back toward town. The hotel he camped in while supervising construction had a nice bar downstairs, and, if he timed it right, he’d have a little company for an hour or so.
Yeah, so the guys called him the old man and razzed him about his so called celibacy. He didn’t want permanent, but he wasn’t dead yet. There were a few women he saw when he had the time and the inclination.
After feeling up Mark’s little sub and then listening to the blowjob, he was more than inclined.
Terri was a nice woman in her mid-thirties. Her husband had passed a few years back and she missed the sex but not the day to day of marriage. They hooked up a few times when he was in Austin, and after the club opened, she might find someone else or not, considering his schedule. They were friends. The no-strings factor was more important than the sex for some people.
One thing he didn’t appreciate about the no-strings sex, though. He missed the D/s relationship. Until the new club opened, there wasn’t a place in Austin to go for a little dominance action. Which, of course, was why they were building one. Didn’t matter. To his mindset, the D/s scene didn’t work as well with a stranger. Dominance and submission was about trust and power, not something you could build with a stranger in an hour unless you were into violence.
He preferred a relationship, and finding a good woman wasn’t easy.
He parked the car and headed into the hotel, going first to his room. The gentleman inside his head didn’t want to pick up a woman while he still smelled of another. Half an hour later he felt reasonably presentable as he entered the bar, smelling more like soap and aftershave than Kellie’s wet thighs.
There weren’t many patrons yet, but the night was young. Derek took a table facing the entrance and ordered a scotch on the rocks, making sure he got top shelf liquor. He preferred a smooth burn instead of a headache.
A beautiful redhead came in the front door, her dark green dress floating around shapely legs. He watched her walk, hips swaying just enough to make every man in the place sit up and take notice, even though she wasn’t flashing a lot of skin. The way she moved, the confidence in her stride, was more enticing than big boobs and piercings.
He stood when she entered the bar and leaned close to kiss her cheek. “Good to see you, Terri. You look lovely.”
“Thanks, Derek. I’m glad you called.”
The waiter arrived with Derek’s drink, took her order, and disappeared like a good waiter should. In the few minutes he was away, Terri had extended a hand and Derek took it. They sipped and talked about general things like his work on the club and her job. Innocent topics for decadent-minded people. And when their glasses were empty, they went back to his room.
No dominance. No submission. A few cuddles and a physical release for two people with no other choices.
Chapter 17
Lips tingling and knees aching, Kellie stumbled onto the plane with Mark’s assistance. Every nerve in her body ached with the need to be taken. By the time the plane taxied down the runway, she neared a raving lunatic stage of lust and irritation. Yes, the open-weaved choker he’d given her was pretty, and the diamond drop was exquisite, but she didn’t care. She needed something from Mark that he’d withheld for much too long.
The anticipation stabbed at her until brain function degraded and only instinct survived.
She craved.
He denied.
If this was submission, she wouldn’t last long.
His smug little smile got old quick.
Once airborne, he snapped open his seatbelt and hers, his eyes darkening almost to black, and she realized he was as aroused as she. The long hard length of his cock pressed against his slacks and the sight of it increased her desire tenfold.
She still tasted him on her lips.
“Take off the dress.”
He used that voice again, the one that melted her knees on an average day. With her already heightened need, it sent her lady bits into a spiral of desperation. With no thought of denying him, she stood and yanked the dress over her head and let it drop to the floor. The only bra he’d let her wear opened in the front, and it quickly followed the dress.
The cool air circulating through the cabin wrapped around her heated body and sent even more blood zinging into her already tight nip
ples.
A whimper slipped past her lips and Mark’s hum of pleasure heightened her heart rate.
“Come here.”
She stepped in front of him, her feet shoulder-width apart while she maintained her balance within the gentle movement of the plane.
“Good girl. Now place your hands on the seat behind my shoulders.”
She complied, resting her palms just above his wide shoulders with her body angled over his.
“Good, very good, little one. Now, you’re going to be very still while I play with you.” The authority in his voice returned. “You will not come without my permission.”
“Yes, Master.” Kellie barely managed the whispered response before his fingers captured her nipples. He squeezed each of them between a thumb and forefinger and her breath exploded from her mouth in a ragged groan.
“Yes, Kellie. Let me hear how you feel. I promised you could scream as much as you need to. But your climaxes belong to me. You must wait for my permission to orgasm.”
“I can’t wait.” The sound of her voice was strange to her, a whine that ended in a sob of desperation.
“You will.” Mark palmed her right breast and leaned forward to nuzzle the left nipple. “You will give me everything I ask of you, and you’ll enjoy it.”
Wet heat engulfed her breast and her knees wobbled until a hot hand cupped her ass to steady her. Energy radiated from his mouth on her breast and zeroed in on her sex. Panting to release some of the tension, she focused on withholding her climax. Not easy when her entire body begged for release.
“Please....”
He ignored her, switching breasts until both nipples were hard and stinging. Then his fingers delved between her thighs and she lost her mind. She clenched around him, wanting his cock to fill her instead of fingers, wanting to please him by waiting for his command.
“I...I need...please, Master, please....”
His fingers moved in and out, a stead rhythm designed to make her lose her mind. In the haze of insanity, she heard the magic words.