His to Own

by Tori Carson

  “Yes, Master Brett.” Her voice was breathy and sexy as hell.

  He thought it was interesting how as the play roughened, she switched from calling him Sir to Master Brett. It was hard to tell what the significance of that was, but he liked it. “Have you ever had your pussy smacked before, Angela?”

  She shook her head. Once the belt buckle clanked she stopped moving and whispered, “No.”

  Brett massaged away the sting. “You liked it though. I’ll have to remember that.”

  Angela blushed from head to toe. “Yes, Master Brett, I did.”

  Her admission sent his cock to a new level of hard. It soared past uncomfortable and went straight to painful. He took a deep, ragged breath and forced his body back under control. Being with a woman who wasn’t afraid to admit when something aroused her was a serious turn-on.

  He bent down and drank the water from her stomach. “You come when I say so and not until.”

  The breath caught in her chest, causing Brett to smile. Angela was such a delight. So far, her submissive side was completely in line with his dominant style.

  “No, Master Brett. I won’t.”

  Brett caressed her clit until she arched her back and pressed into his hand. With an evil smile he grabbed an ice cube and circled her labia with it.

  Her arms jerked as she gasped.

  “I love the yin and the yang of sensation play. You never know what’s coming next. It heightens your awareness,” he explained. His warm hand soothed the same area, and then with two fingers he entered her pussy. God, she was tight. Either it had been a while or the men she’d been with were hung like hamsters. As she squirmed, he moved to between her legs. “Lift your hips.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Angela pushed her pelvis about five inches off the ground giving him more than enough access for what he had planned.

  “Good girl.” Brett brought his mouth to her pussy. Unable to stop, he plunged his tongue into her, savoring the taste. “Mmm, I think I’ve found my new favorite dessert.” He sucked her pink, engorged lip between his teeth and tugged. “Absolutely delectable.”

  Angela’s legs were starting to quiver, but he wasn’t to be rushed. Tomorrow, in the light of day, it would be easy for her to change her mind and decide an exclusive relationship was too daunting. He knew he had this one chance to pleasure her beyond her fears and he didn’t intend to blow it.

  With a swipe of his tongue, he eased the ache away. He drew her clit into his mouth and began to lick and caress it until she was moaning and pushing against him. Brett pulled back then smacked her pussy again.

  Her sharp cry had his balls drawing tight. “I need to come, Master Brett, please.”

  “Not yet, my little subbie. I’m still hungry.” Brett bent toward her and she rose up on the tips of her toes to meet him halfway. Eagerly, he licked and teased until she was begging him. When he thought she couldn’t take it anymore, he moved away and began a series of slaps along her clit.

  “Please, Master Brett, I’m so close, please.”

  Her legs were quivering so strongly he slid his hand under her butt to hold her in place. “Not yet, honey. Tomorrow, when you think back on this night, I want you convinced that scening with me was the right choice.” He licked her lips and circled her hood, but stayed away from her most sensitive spot.

  Brett popped an ice cube in his mouth as he tormented her with teasing slaps and shallow thrusts. He kept the tension building but refused to give her what she needed to release.

  “Please, I’m begging. Please, Master Brett.” Tears were running down the sides of her face. The belt had shifted in her thrashing, but her eyes were closed as if she hadn’t noticed.

  “Okay, Angela. Come loudly for your Master.” Using the term Master gave him pause. He hadn’t meant to say that. Wasn’t even sure where it had come from. He shook off his momentary surprise and brought his mouth to her ripe clit. The cold shock plunged her over the edge.

  Her scream was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard. She was rocking her hips hard against his face as the waves of orgasm washed over her. She drew her arms down over her face making him wish he’d tied them to something. He wanted to see her expressions.

  Once the tension began to leave her body, he pushed two fingers inside her pussy and curled them into her G-spot. He began to stroke back and forth as his thumb manipulated her clit.

  “Oh, God, I’m going to come again.” She screamed. Surprise and maybe a bit of panic weighed heavily in her voice.

  “Yes, honey, once more for your Master.” This time the term didn’t bother him. It felt right. He was in control of her body and nothing had ever pleased him more.

  Again, her screams echoed off the bare walls. He was glad he’d spent the extra money to make sure the apartments had sound-deadening material between them. It wouldn’t block the noise entirely, but it would dampen it enough that they probably wouldn’t have the cops called on them.

  Brett took a deep breath and slowly let it out trying to regain control over his racing heart and throbbing cock. Fuck! He hadn’t enjoyed a scene this much in a long time.

  As Angela began to relax, he eased out of her pussy and lay down beside her. He tossed his belt away from her and began to unwind the scarf from her wrists. Her grip was so fierce he had to pry her fingers open. “That was beautiful, Angela.” He kissed her tear-stained cheeks.

  When she turned to look at him, his heart clenched. Her eyes were glazed and her breathing was a bit erratic. He cuddled close, wishing he had a blanket. Coming down from a high like that, she was bound to get cold. He’d been so unprepared for the scene, he was a little ashamed he’d taken things that far without thinking it completely through. He shrugged out of his suit jacket and covered her legs. He pulled her against his chest and wrapped her in his arms.

  “You made me so proud, honey.” Brett rubbed the indentions along her wrists from the scarf, making sure blood was flowing adequately.

  Angela slowly shook her head. “Brett, that was crazy. I’ve never come like that.”

  He kissed the tip of her nose and reveled for just a moment in the look of awe on her face. Oh yeah, this woman was good for his soul.

  She snuggled into him and he pressed part of his body weight into her to help stabilize her temperature. Hell, he needed the contact as much as she did. After seeing her come apart for him, his emotions were raw.

  “Just wait ’til we have a bed.” He smiled when she laughed as he hoped she would.

  Tentatively, she stretched. “Yeah, a bed might be good. I think my shoulders have been rug burned.”

  Damn it! He hadn’t considered that. “Turn over, honey, and let me see.” He was guiding her over to her side. Her skin was pink, but thankfully it didn’t look too bad. “I have some lotion in my car that should soothe it.”

  “No, it’s fine, Brett.” She blushed again. “It will be nice to have a delicious reminder of tonight.”

  Pulling her back against him, he couldn’t resist her lips. They were pink and full making him think she’d been abusing the hell out of them during their scene. He might have to use a ball gag on that pretty mouth of hers just to keep her from biting them.

  “Thank you,” he told her sincerely.

  Her eyebrows shot up. “For what? I was the one getting all the attention.”

  “For agreeing to be exclusive. It means a great deal to me.”

  Angela gave him a shy smile. “Pretty smart decision on my part.”

  “We’d better get you cleaned up.” He tossed his jacket on the carpet, stood and reached down to help her up.

  Angela drew her legs under her and stood with a grace he hadn’t expected but should have. Yes, she was exhausted and her legs shaky, yet she handled herself with controlled elegance.

  Remembering at the last moment that the apartment was empty, Brett pulled his hankie from his jacket pocket and helped her into the restroom. He ran it under warm water before reaching between her legs and cleaning her.

 
; “I…I can do that,” Angela stammered.

  He was pleased she hadn’t pulled away or tried to stop him. “I’m sure you can, but aftercare is one of the perks I enjoy best. You wouldn’t want to deny me, now would you?”

  She spread her legs a bit wider. “No, Sir.”

  So, they were back to Sir? Interesting. She wasn’t looking at him either. He took a moment to study her body language. Though her hands were behind her, by the slight moving of her arms, he assumed she was wringing her fingers.

  “Why are you nervous, Angela? What are you thinking about?”

  She took a quick glance at his face then her gaze returned to the floor. “You’re still dressed and…hard.”

  He chuckled. “Don’t worry about that. This isn’t a tit for tat kind of relationship. Believe me, I enjoyed the hell out of our scene.”

  “I want to touch you, Sir.” She sounded shy and uncertain.

  He needed to find out where her insecurity was coming from, though to do that he’d have to gain far more of her trust.

  “As you wish.” He’d give her permission to explore, but he didn’t want her to think it was necessary. Once they trusted each other, he’d have plenty of demands. Until then, he planned to be patient and bide his time.

  Her hands trembled as she lowered his trousers. Before she freed his cock from the confining underwear, Angela looked up at him again.

  He didn’t like that she was so timid and wondered again about her background. “Angela you don’t need to do this.” If his cock had the ability it would have argued with him on this. Brett was hard and aching for her touch.

  “May I?”

  He wasn’t entirely sure what she was asking, but hell yeah, he was game for anything she wanted to give. Brett nodded.

  Seductively, Angela went down on her knees and tipped her head to lavish his balls with kisses before drawing his cock into her warm mouth.

  The last coherent thought to pass through his mind was he wished there was at least a towel to put under her to make her more comfortable. He hoped she’d be down there a while.

  Chapter Four

  Angela had wanted to please him, to feel his hard cock slide down her throat. Just the idea of it had her getting wet again.

  She didn’t understand his hesitancy though. Had he heard she was terrible at this? She thought she’d improved…at least somewhat. Why had she pursued this? They’d shared a perfectly wonderful evening and she was going to ruin it. Closing her eyes, she hoped to get through this quickly.

  His fingers slid across her cheek then a moment later he began to pull out of her mouth.

  Too mortified to think of any reason other than her skill was so subpar that he wanted her to stop, she tried to do it better. Angela moved forward and tried to take him deeper but activated her gag reflex instead. Rocking back on her heels, she wished the ground would swallow her whole.

  “What is this?” He was rubbing his index finger and thumb together. “Why are you crying?”

  His cock was shriveling as he spoke.

  Damn it! “This was a bad idea… I can’t do this. Will you take me home please?” She was struggling to keep her voice from cracking.

  “I’ll take you anywhere you want to go, right after you tell me what’s going on.”

  Brett had an edge to him that she’d seen before. It was both hot and intimidating.

  She shook her head. “I changed my mind. I don’t want to scene with you and I don’t want the apartment either.” Reaching for her phone, she realized she wasn’t wearing any clothes. “Oh God.” Angela grabbed her things and headed for the closet to get dressed in private.

  Brett caught her arm. “Stop this! I don’t know what the hell just happened, but we need to talk. Running away won’t solve anything.”

  Running away was exactly what she was doing. Her marriage had seemed like a prison term. Five years in solitary confinement. She barely knew how to interact in the real world, but none of this was Brett’s doing. “I’m cold. I need to get dressed.” That was all she could give him right now.

  “You’re running,” he asserted again as he pulled up his pants and brushed past her. “The bathroom is yours. Be ready to talk when you come out.”

  Angela wiped away her tears, wishing she could erase Brett’s memories of the last few minutes just as easily. She wasn’t proud of her actions. Taking her time, she rinsed out his hankie and slinked back into her clothing. A few deep, calming breaths later, she decided honesty was the best course of action. She needn’t worry about him wanting a relationship after the performance she just gave. Not only did her oral skills suck, but her maturity level was in the pre-teen range.

  She straightened her shoulders and entered the bedroom. Brett was sitting on the ground with his back against the wall using his cell phone. As soon as he saw her, he put it away.

  “I’m sorry, Brett. I handled that poorly. Obviously, what you heard at the club was true. It must be some engrained talent that I’m lacking.” She stood rigid with her arms crossed and wrapped around her stomach. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t form a more casual stance. At least her voice had been soft.

  Brett patted the floor beside him. “Please, sit with me. I have no idea what you’re talking about. Once your mouth closed around my cock, my brain shut off and I must have missed something.”

  She stared at him for several seconds. “What?”

  He laughed. “Yeah, that’s exactly how I feel. What the fuck just happened?”

  Angela went down on her knees in front of him but just out of reach. Fuck! She’d psyched herself out. Realizing what she’d done, she hung her head.

  “What did I do wrong, Angela? What upset you? It’s okay, baby. Everyone has triggers. I just need to learn what yours are.” He spread his legs and opened his arms.

  Before she could think better of it, she scrambled into his lap. She kept her head down, completely unwilling to look at him after making such a big deal out of nothing. “I thought you didn’t like what I was doing.” She was mumbling and kind of hoped he couldn’t hear her.

  “Why in heaven’s name would you think that?” He brushed a few tendrils behind her ear.

  She stole a quick glance his way. “You didn’t want me to. Then I gagged.” She buried her face against his chest again.

  “Of course, I wanted you to. I’m sorry, I gave you the wrong impression, honey. I didn’t want you to feel like you had to.”

  “I wanted to.” More tears were filling her eyes. She vividly remembered the one and only time her ex shoved his cock down her throat. She’d vomited all over him. That had pretty much been the last time they’d had any sexual relations. He preferred women with skill.

  “There’s more going on than a misunderstanding. Isn’t there?”

  He was calm and sweet and she felt her defenses crumbling. “Yeah, but I really don’t want to go into it right now.”

  Brett held her tight and rocked her.

  Angela relaxed and enjoyed the comfort he was offering. Brett seemed so hard and demanding on the outside, but he held her tenderly.

  “Eventually, we’re going to have to discuss this.” He put a finger across her lips, “But it can wait until we know each other a little better. D/s is about trust and that takes time.”

  “Thank you, Brett. I’m sorry I lashed out at you.” The fact that he was being so nice about it really made her feel like a heel.

  “Angela.” She looked up at his handsome face. “If there is something you don’t do well, as your Dom, it will be my pleasure to train you. But, honey, believe me, what you were doing in there was nothing short of amazing.”

  * * * * *

  Angela couldn’t believe she was holding the keys to her own apartment. She’d had to jump through a few hoops—setting up renters’ insurance and switching the utilities over to her name—but Brett and Mr. Hutchins, the building manager, had walked her through it. She tried to remain dignified as she walked down the hallway, arm in arm with Brett,
but all she wanted to do was skip and wave her arms around like a kid entering Disneyland.

  “How are you going to move your things? Do you need help?”

  Shit! She hadn’t thought of that. When she’d bought the furniture the store had delivered it. After paying all the deposits and first month’s rent she really shouldn’t pay a mover. Angela shrugged and hoped it looked nonchalant. “Jill has a few friends with trucks. I’m sure one of them will help.”

  Brett held out his hand. It was silly, but it was hard to hand over the keys. They symbolized freedom and she wasn’t giving it up ever again.

  “I have a surprise for you.” He took the keys, opened the door and stepped back allowing her to enter. “They were able to move the furniture in. If there’s a piece you don’t like, or something you want to change, just let me know and I’ll make sure it’s done.”

  Oh my God. Her legs threatened to give out on her. The apartment was absolutely beautiful. It was as if someone had reached into her mind and recreated her vision, only better. In her wildest dreams she never thought she’d have a place like this.

  She walked through the rooms and found each appointed with flawless brand new furniture. It made sense; how much wear did model furniture accrue? Every single room was done to perfection except the master bedroom which remained bare just as she’d asked.

  “Angela, you haven’t said a word. Do you love it, hate it, or something in between? Talk to me; woman, you’re killing me.”

  At his obvious frustration, she chuckled. “How could I not love it? It’s a dream come true. But Brett, I…I can’t accept this. Everything is like brand new. I doubt I’ll have a lot of people over, but it is bound to show some wear and tear. I can’t replace this stuff. Not on my salary.”

  “Don’t worry about it. We save it until it’s fully depreciated and then donate it for a tax write-off. It won’t matter if it has some wear on it at the time it’s donated.”

  “Seriously? Because I really want to keep it.” She couldn’t stop the grin from spreading across her face.