by Sophie Haas
Again his hand fisted and yanked, sending tiny licks of heat into the quiet. My head felt too heavy to lift so I let it stay tilted back. He returned to the soothing strokes. I tensed, anticipating another pull but there was nothing but fingers along the crown of my head then through my hair.
I was turned and how he managed to lift my heavy left hand, I don’t know. But he did, resting it on his firm, hair dusted stomach. The familiar sensation of a leather cuff wrapped around one wrist then the other, both palms resting on his warm skin. The world was floating and spinning away from me and the cuffs were all that held me to earth. He drew me up, his hands gentle as he guided me how he wanted me: on my knees, his denim clad legs braced on my sides.
One hand resumed stroking my hair, playing with the strands while the other touched my lips. My breath whispered out. He traced my mouth with the tip of his finger, so gentle and light. I missed this even though he had never touched me like this. My bottom lip was pulled down and his hand fisted in my hair, yanking hard enough to make me cry out. My fingers curled into his stomach, and heat pulsed between my legs.
Heat on my lip, a musky scent and then something firm was sliding into my parted mouth. My mind skittered as he guided my head. My heart pounded hard and when I inhaled a familiar scent came to me. Woodsy. Cedar. Everything swirled and clashed as his cock slid along my tongue, touched the back of my throat. Jack’s cologne. I missed it. I had sniffed his shirt, looking for it only to find his scent long gone. Now here it was.
His girth stretched my mouth, the salty taste of pre-cum sliding over my tongue. I took him deep, chasing his scent. I grew wetter and wetter, my clit pulsing in time to my heart. My hands flattened on his stomach. I licked and sucked my way to the tip before taking him deep, my hips moving in time to my mouth.
I ached. I ached so much. He fucked my mouth, his hand firm in my hair, his hips flexing up.
He made everything okay. I was safe here. So safe with him guiding and controlling me. My tongue swirled over the thick head, licking and sucking the tiny slit so I tasted him. A warm trickle of pre-cum made me shiver because he was inside me. Everywhere. He was everywhere. I moaned, loving that knowledge and I chased another precious drop while my cunt wept for him.
His hand curled around my neck and his cock muffled my cry. My cunt clenched and spasmed; I sucked him deep until he hit my gag reflex. His grip was firm as he drew me back then let his cock slide along my tongue and teeth. His hand left my throat, leaving behind something. Before I could explore the sensation wrapped snuggly around my neck, hands caught me, lifting me up.
He pushed aside my soaked panties and I cried out, bucking as he sank into me, claiming every inch of me. My hips rolled forward, the sensation of him filling me was so exquisite. My lips parted, little gasps slipping free as my pussy clenched around him, a kiss of welcome.
My hands were lifted, the cuffs clipped to the collar on my neck. Collared.
His collar.
The two words moved through me and I worked my hips, feeling him inside me. Everywhere. Oh God, he was everywhere. His scent in my nose, his cock in my cunt, his collar on my neck.
His mouth covered mine and there was the bourbon. Drinking in my cries, he controlled every move I made; his hands on my ass had the tempo, his cock sliding through my wetness. His tongue moved in time to his cock, slow and steady, drawing my tongue into his bourbon soaked mouth. I chased the flavour, chased him.
Everything. I wanted to give him everything. Surrender everything because he was my safe haven, my voice of reason. His hand snapped down on my ass like it would when I’d sass him and he swallowed my cry, his cock pumping and thrusting as I spilled around him. Another spank. Another cry. A third had me straining over him. God, I wanted to come for him so bad.
My Dom.
“Come for me, sweet pea ” he ordered against my mouth.
My Dom. Jack. I cried out, my hips jerking. The orgasm came from deep within. I twisted over him, so thick and hard inside me, my cum drawn forth by his will. Another hot pulse had my straining into him, wanting to feel him come inside me. Needing it.
“One more, sweet pea. Give me one more.”
His mouth slanted over mine, bourbon and tongue. His finger pushed into my ass, and the other pinched my clit, sending me screaming over the cliff.
“Do you have another for me?”
For him? Anything. Everything. He fucked me over his cock, rocking me as his finger pushed and slid, pumping in time. When he lifted me off, my “no” was instinctual. Everything clenched to keep him inside. The sliding exit had me shuddering. My dark world spun as he lay me over his thighs. His hand gently caressed my ass, at least until he brought it down with shocking force. The couch cushion muffled my shout of pain, my skin burning and tingling. Another strike beside the first and I gasped at how hard he struck. The spot throbbed and ached, rippling into my wet pussy then out. The third hit had my hips jerking into his denim covered thigh to escape even as things grew tight inside. Jesus. Fuck. Ow.
My knees pushed into the other cushion, my body coiling and twisting to get away from that evil hand. With each crack of his hand on my skin, I grew wetter. Against my hip, his cock was hot and hard and still wet from my previous orgasm, a reminder of what had been inside me. He brought his hand down right where my thighs met, striking the tender, swollen flesh of my pussy.
The darkness gave me stars and his other hand flattened on my lower back, pinning me to him. Again. He hit the same spot again and my cunt convulsed as I cried out from the shocking pain of it. Again and again until my ass was lifting to give him more access and my brain floated on a warm sea of pain-filled endorphins.
When I couldn't differentiate between pain and pleasure, he began to rub over the burning spot, his fingers bumping my swollen clit.
“Coming. I’m coming.”
“No. Lift your head and open your mouth.”
Oh. Oh no, I thought, obeying the order. A rubber ball was pushed into my mouth just like he had threatened. He resumed the tortuous strokes on my clit after unclipping my bound wrists from the collar. No way to see, no way to vocalize what he was doing, I could only feel.
I felt his hands on me. The stirring caresses that melted those brutal spanks.
I felt the rough denim of his jeans, an added touch on skin that I swore was going to split apart from pleasure.
I felt the rubber of the gag beneath my teeth as I bit into it, as if it was at all possible to muffle what was coming out of me.
I felt my heart trying to erupt from my chest because this was too much for one person to handle.
Fingernails raked over my tender ass then up my spine. This was so much more than anything I had ever fantasized. I arched into the light scratches, my brain trying to compute but everything was quiet. So beautifully quiet. Once again, he drew his fingers through my hair and my head fell to the cushion. From a distance, I felt him move me and I was too limp to even help him. With the gag muffling the sound of his name so it bounced around my head, he slowly pushed through the swollen tissues of my pussy. He began to thrust within me, his hands the only thing holding me up. The tender, lazy tempo unravelled me. The leather cushion brushed against my nipples as I moved with him.
The padding of my blindfold absorbed the tears that slipped free. A hand caressed up my back to my collar then over the rubber ball gag, easing it free. A whimper escaped when he slid his fingers into my hair then fisted. As if that was the only cue he needed, he began to fuck. The head of his cock hit that sweet spot inside of me and I cried out, my sore ass pushing into him. He felt enormous within me, my body swollen from all the earlier orgasms and denials.
“Back with me?”
I nodded, the tears continuing to fall.
“Say my name, little girl.”
A tiny sob escaped and my hands gripped the cushion, trying to grab hold of the fading mind fuck that it had been Jack topping me. A small part of me didn’t want that to be over. I wanted to not feel so alo
ne all the time. “Wells,” I whispered. I don’t know if he heard me, maybe he didn’t need to because everything cracked within me. I rocked back to take him deeper into me, my mind scrabbling frantically to retrieve what had just happened. However, it was like Wells’s name had set fire to the ghost. I was openly crying now. That broken, shattered and abandoned place within me was empty again. I wanted Jack back. I needed him back. I didn’t know how to do any of this without him.
A ragged cry escaped and Wells adjusted the angle of my hips, pressing down on my back. Every time the head of him knocked firmly against my cervix, I cried out. Pain and pleasure swirled around. No, I thought when he pulled out. He flipped me over, caught my cuffed wrists and reclipped them to the collar.
My eyes snapped open in the dark cocoon of the blindfold and I cried out his name, the slick head of him pushing into my ass. Fingers slid into my cunt, seeking that wicked spot where he rubbed in time to his thrusts.
“Off. Off,” I begged.
When he peeled off the blindfold it took a few minutes to focus on his face. Dark gold hair, darker gold eyes instead of dark auburn hair and green eyes. My eyes closing, I held the image of Wells tight as he worked me. Another finger, harder touches but I knew. I knew now who was inside of me.
“Please,” I begged, tears falling down my temples to land in my messy hair. “Please.”
“You want my cum, little girl?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Look at me, Amy.” My eyes opened. “Come.”
I arched and his hand moved to the small of my back, holding me as he fucked hard into me. Clamping around his fingers, hot spurts came at his command and finally he came, pumping into my ass. My body continued to shake and shudder as he drew another orgasm from me.
I was sobbing by the end of it and he drew me up. He smelled wrong. Like cedar and not that smoky scent of his.
A sob ripped from deep inside. A scream erupted from me, far from the orgasmic one. Pain. So much pain. I hated him.
I wasn’t entirely sure which him I hated in that moment, Wells or Jack, but I hated. I twisted to get away from Wells but he grabbed the front of the collar before I could slam my elbow into his patrician nose. I couldn’t stop screaming. I jerked and heaved to get away from him, from this horrible, horrible reality.
I buried my face in his neck, tears falling as I felt the final orgasm sweep through me. His hand cupped the back of my head, holding me when I began to shake and sob.
He unclipped my hands from the collar but left them bound, draping them over his neck.
“Asshole,” I whispered, my voice hoarse from both my orgasm and pain. “You said you weren’t going to fuck me.”
“That wasn’t me fucking you,” he said, his hands smoothing my hair out of my face.
“I fucking hate you.”
“No, you don’t.”
I tightened my arms, holding onto Wells. My broken heart shattered even more. The scream came from deep inside where demons churned and burned. He held me as if he alone could keep me from splintering apart.
The pain came. It slammed through my body with the power and ferocity of a hurricane. Clutching Wells’s neck, my reality finally hit me. There were no pills and no alcohol fogging me up. This front room, this house, this sanctuary meant Jack was gone and he wasn’t coming back.
He was never coming back.
He had done the one thing he had promised he’d never do.
He left me alone. Adrift. Lost. Jack had left me. I had nothing. I was nothing.
“Eyes here.” Wells yanked on the collar, forcing me to look at him so I knew exactly who was soft inside me now. “Sir is pretty on your lips but you ever call me that and shit is going to go south.”
“I thought Doms like that.”
“I’m not that kind of Dom and you’re not that kind of sub. Not with me.”
No. He freed my wrists then rubbed the skin. Sitting limply on his lap, he unbuttoned the front of my shirt. “That was a dick thing to do.”
“My job is to give you what you need. Sometimes that’s my rope, sometimes it’s my hand on your sweet ass and sometimes it’s a good mindfuck.”
“I think I hate you.”
When I shivered, he picked up his T-shirt and slid it over my head. With a sigh, I sagged against him. Playing with the D ring on the collar, I listened to the slow beat of his heart. He didn’t comment. I guess I needed to hate him and he gave that to me too.
Chapter 11
Wells took me back to his place and I was more than relieved. In his massive bathroom, he lowered me into a bath filled with hot water. This was an extravagant bathroom for a weekend getaway. While he stripped, I gazed out the window with my arms folded on the edge of the tub. The windows along the back of the upstairs had a view of the Darling Hotel in the distance. Between us and the nearest sign of civilization was nothing but beautiful stillness. I still wore the collar and I tried to care that the leather was getting wet. I didn’t. Once naked, he lowered himself behind me.
“That was a horrible thing to do.”
“Yes.”
“It wasn’t like that between Jack and I. The sex.”
Knuckles rubbed down my spine. “I know. First of all you were his sister in all the ways that mattered. The dynamic was there though. Everyone saw it.”
“Except me.”
“You knew.”
I looked over my shoulder at him. “No, I didn’t.”
“What did I tell you was the only rule in the lifestyle?”
“Trust. It’s all about trust.”
“Trust the truth, baby. There’s no shame in it.” He folded his arms over mine, his chest a solid presence at my back, while his bent legs bracketed my body. “We came to blows over it a few times.”
“Why?”
“He had you and he was so fucking careless with you. Irresponsible Doms fucking piss me off. He was causing you harm. He broke the cardinal rule.”
When I went to argue with him, he gave me a look that made me keep my mouth shut. “He half-assed it with you. He wouldn’t commit to being your Dom but fuck if anyone else wanted that. Instead he took all those beautiful, submissive qualities about you and twisted them to fit his needs.”
Resting my cheek on his forearm, I peered up at him. “You hate him. Don’t you?”
“Yes. It was mutual. Especially after I had you. Because I had you.” He eased away and reached for a bar of soap. My eyes drifted shut as he lathered along the back of my shoulders. There was something soothing beneath his care. I could drift away under his touch. I realized had the mindfuck actually been mine and Jack’s relationship, I never would have been in this house when I was seventeen. I never would have been tied to Surrender either time.
“Why did you do that today?”
“Because you needed it. You needed to be under him.” He unbuckled the collar then flung it carelessly aside before running his hands along where it had rested, washing away everything he had done. “You weren’t mourning the loss of your brother, baby, you were mourning the loss of your Dom. I gave you that good-bye.”
“Don’t do it again, okay?”
“You won’t need me to because you will never be uncertain with me. I will never send you down the rabbit hole with no guidance. Do you remember why?”
I went breathless at the question. His soapy hand slid down my stomach, beneath the water and went right between my thighs. A soft grunt escaped when he pushed two long fingers into me. Against my ass, he was heavy and hard. “Yes,” I whispered.
“Tell me why, girl.”
Every time he called me girl, it brought forth the quiet. My breath sighed out as my body relaxed. Funny how one ambiguous word could feel so right...so amazing. It was like he had wrapped a collar around me but it was beneath my skin. “This cunt is yours.”
“Yes, it is. I’m going to fuck my cunt now. Fill it with my cum and you’re not allowed to come. I need a fuck vessel right now, talk of another man owning it, even in a mindfuc
k, doesn’t make me want to reward you with an orgasm. After I fuck you, I’m going to give you want you need.” I grunted low as he spread me with his fingers then pushed his cock into me. “I’m going to wrap you in rope, a pretty pattern of knots and holds, then I’m finally going to beat this ass in the way it deserves. You’ll come then, from the pain, from the bliss, and if you’re a very good sub, I’ll fill you with my cum again. Say yes, Wellsley.”
“Yes, Wellsley.”
He began to move then. Hard, possessive thrusts that pushed my breasts into the back of the tub. The warm water churned around us as he reclaimed my cunt. It should’ve felt belittling the way he fucked me, uncaring of my pleasure because I was his fuck vessel, his cunt to fuck, to fill with sperm and domination. I clutched the rim of the tub, my cries escaping with each pump of his cock. He pinned my hips to the tub so I could barely move, his breath hot on my ear and neck; he fucked me, used me, claimed me.
I clenched and shuddered as he powered into me. My body accepted each forceful stroke, craving this with an intense hunger. I wondered if it was the same for him. The quiet was surrounded by him, dominated by him. I was going to come. Sweet God, was I going to come. My cries sank into grunts as he thrust and pumped.
“No,” he ordered.
And that simple word was enough to make my cunt relax and I was rewarded with deeper, harder thrusts. “Yes, Wellsley.”
“Such a pretty turn of phrase. You want my cum?”
“Yes, Wellsley.”
“Is this cunt mine?”
“Yes, Wellsley,” I groaned.
“Show me.”
I gasped. “Yes, Wellsley.” Hot silky jets flooded me, his hips shoving into my ass and his face against my neck. He emptied into me, thrust his cum so deep into me. I arched into him, my cunt quivering with the need to come.