by Dani René
As much as I’m wary and afraid. I need to try. He needs this and so do I. It’s part of who I am. Who he is. “Yes,” I affirm with confidence that I don’t fully feel. I shouldn’t enjoy this lifestyle. I shouldn’t get wet and needy when he spanks me or binds me to the bed.
Guilt sits heavily in my chest. Confusion seeps into my veins and disgust at what I endured still lingers. I want Kael to take it away. I want him to teach me to love who I am, what I am. His submissive.
Meeting his gaze again, I wait. He’s weighing what to do next, I recognize the flicker in his eyes as they flit between me and the silver choker with a small pendant hanging from it. The collar he bought when we first moved to Chicago. I only know this because I found it then, but I was too scared to ever think of being owned again.
“If this is what you want, if you’re sure, then I’ll collar you, Phoenix. I want you. I want to own you. Mind, body, and soul. But more than that, I want your heart. All of it.”
“And I want you,” I murmur, dropping to my knees and offering him my presentation pose. Even though I’m not naked, the action allows me to bare my soul to him. A hiss of approval falls from his mouth.
He’s tentative, I can tell by his posture and the way he regards me. But when I glance up, it’s all there. Everything he’s hidden since we found each other again. And I want it. I want the monster he hides. “Fuck you’re so beautiful submitting for me.”
“I’m yours,” I whisper.
“I want you in the bedroom, naked, kneeling, present yourself to me. We’ll play a scene. Once you’re coming on my mouth, fingers, and cock, I’ll know you’re ready. Then and only then will I collar you.” With that, he turns and leaves me on the floor. I know what he’s doing. He’s not taking control just yet. He’s allowing me a choice. Something I never had when we were together in Caged.
Rising, I pad to our bedroom knowing exactly what I want. It’s in my heart. I’m always going to be his. And it’s time to give him my all.
15
Kael
Opening the fridge, I pull out the ice tray. I’m intrigued by my little firebird.
She’s given me trust—she’s given me everything—but her nervousness about giving this lifestyle another try when she’s been through so much already has only cemented the fact that I want her collared. Owned by me and only me. And I can’t wait to see how beautiful her slender neck looks with that collar.
Stalking into our bedroom, I find my little Phoenix kneeling as I’ve requested. “Have you thought about what you asked for?” I ask and I watch her nod silently. “Answer me, I need words, Phoenix.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And what’s your conclusion?” I question, setting the ice tray on the cabinet which holds our toys.
She snaps her gaze to me and furrows her pretty brows. “What do you mean?”
Her confusion is adorable. “When you asked to be collared, you realize it means you relinquish all control in the bedroom. That means I will be your Master, your Dominant.” I love teaching her. I know she’s not new to this life, but I want our future to be different than our history. This won’t be easy for her, but with her trust in me, I’ll make sure her mind and body are only focused on the here and now. I want to not only feel the pleasure, but to be consumed by it. By me.
“Yes, Sir. Like I said, I’m yours. Yes, I’m nervous. I’m scared beyond all reasoning, but this is who I am and if I don’t take a step forward, I’ll always be stuck in the past,” she murmurs. Her fingers fidget with the thin band of the ring I bought her. It’s not the one I wanted, but that one will come soon enough.
“Yes, you’re mine. And you will be scared, but remember, I’m not them. Your pleasure is my only concern with this scene. Now tell me, what are your thoughts on the scene? Do you want a safe word?” Her gaze darts up to me, I want to punish her for it, but I restrain myself. I need to take it slow.
“I trust you. I don’t need a safe word.” Sometimes her strength astounds me.
“Are you sure, Phoenix?”
“Yes, Sir.” She smiles up at me, her emerald eyes sparkling like gems.
Nodding, I saunter over to her and hold out my hand. “Good girl.” My murmur sends a small shiver over her as she slips her hand in mine. I tug her to stand and reach up to cup her face in my hands. “Now, I want you bent over the table. Let me spank that pretty, creamy ass.”
She opens her mouth to say something, but I pin her with a stern look, watching her shrink into the submissive I love. She heads over to the varnished oak table in the corner of the room. She bends over it, her beautiful breasts flat against the top, her ass taunting me from her stance.
Pressing the button on our stereo, the iPod lights up and I know the song I’m going to use. “The Phoenix” by Fall Out Boy.
“Open those pretty legs,” I command, my dominant voice coming across, booming around us. She obeys without a sound, and I head over to grab the spreader bar. My cock throbs against my zipper just waiting to be let loose and drive into her.
When I head back to her, I take in the beautiful woman before me, open and waiting for me. With two clicks, I fasten the locks on each ankle, immobilizing her. Then, as I proceed to cuff her to the silver rings on the opposite end of the table, she murmurs softly, “I’m sorry it took so long for us to get back here.”
“What? Phoenix, you have nothing to be sorry about.”
She nods in understanding. Grabbing my smooth, red leather flogger, I tease it over her skin. Her body is a temple—one I’ll worship forever. I will marry her very soon. I want to watch her supple body change as she bears my children. To see her pregnant would be a dream come true.
Lifting my hand with the flogger, I rain down swat after swat on her ass. The thin tendrils lick at her pussy and her skin tinges with a light dusting of pink. Her legs tremble, but I don’t stop until I reach twenty.
“You’re beautiful wearing my mark,” I whisper. Reaching for her, I lightly stroke her spine from her neck, down to her incredible ass. She wiggles playfully, and I lower my hand, dipping into her core. Drenched. She’s slick with desire, ready for me to plunge into her. “Is this what you wanted, little bird? Do you like me owning you? Marking you as mine?” I murmur while I tease her sweet little cunt.
“Yes, Kael, please fuck me. Please.”
“Oh, I will, Phoenix. But our scene isn’t over yet.” I stroll over to the ice tray and grab two blocks. Once I’m behind her, I drop to my knees. Her scent is intoxicating. My mouth waters to taste her. “Yell stop if you feel like you need to,” I growl, but she doesn’t say anything. A mere whimper and her legs tremble. Using both blocks, I trail them over her heated pink ass.
“Oh God!” Her cries echo loudly through our bedroom, but I ignore her, continuing my trail down to her glistening little cunt. Teasing it with the ice, her body quivers, and she tugs on her restraints. “Fuck, Kael. Sir, please, anything. Please. Oh god.” The whimpers only spur me on to continue, and as the ice melts, I lean in and lick her from her hardened little clit to that beautiful puckered hole I’m going to fuck.
My ministrations on her body only have her mewling louder. “Are you thinking about my collar around your pretty neck, Phoenix?” I bite out, then continue lapping at her pussy. When she doesn’t answer, I reach up and circle her clit, tugging on it. “I asked you a question. Are you going to allow me to collar you?”
“Yes, yes, please. Let me come please,” she begs. I love hearing her beg.
“Do you think you’ve earned the right to come, Phoenix?” This time, I drive two fingers into her and I know she’s close because her body pulses around me. With my other hand, I swat her ass, leaving my bright pink handprint on it.
“Please, Sir. Let me come. I want your collar. Own me. Anything please, just let me come.” Another swat as I drive my fingers into her. Inserting a third finger, she cries out so loud, I’m sure our neighbors can hear her.
“I think you’ve possibly earned one orgasm, little bi
rd. You’re my pet. Mine.”
“Yes, yes, yes. I am, I am.” Crooking my fingers, I rub her sweet spot. “Fuck please, Kael, let me come, please.”
Pulling my digits from her, I rise to my feet. “You’ll only come when my dick is inside you. Because I have to remind you that your body is mine.” Shoving my jeans down, I fist my dick and ram inside her so hard, she screams my name louder than anything I’ve ever heard. The sound is wretched from her gut, from her very core, and I smirk.
My body slams against her bound figure harder and harder, pressing her into the oak table. My release locks my body and I bite out. “Come with me, pet. My Firebird. My fucking Phoenix.”
And she does. Her release splinters her into a thousand tiny pieces and I put her back together. Not perfect, not flawless, but mine. And together, we find bliss.
Two days have passed since I collared her and Paige has been happy, content. Our session was one of the most powerful sessions we’ve had, but we’re stronger for it. The woman is utter perfection. “They’re almost here. I’ve missed her so much,” she states enthusiastically, as she flops onto the sofa. Her excitement at seeing her best friend is adorable.
Even at twenty-six, as responsible and intelligent as she is she still has that childlike excitement for life and everything in it. After all the horrors she faced, she’s indeed risen from the ashes, and that makes me love her even more. With her passion for her business, teaching children ballet and dance, as well as older women pole dancing as a form of fitness she’s managed to face the future with positivity.
The doorbell dings alerting us to our visitors, and I push off the sofa, but Paige is bolting to the door before I’ve even taken a step. Two loud voices echo through our living room as the girls come face to face for the first time in months.
Once I reach the entrance, I find them embracing and blubbering. Dragging my gaze away from them and over to my best friend, I offer a hand, pulling him into a brotherly hug. “Axe. It’s been too long.”
“Man, it’s good to see you again.” He grins, and I can see the happiness in his eyes. He’s found love with Dakota and I’m glad he’s got a good woman. We both drop our hands, and Dakota circles her arms around my waist.
“I’m so happy to be here. New York isn’t the same without you guys,” she says into my shirt, and I can’t help but return her embrace. Paige wraps her arms around Axel. I know he was there for here when I wasn’t. The friendship between them is clear.
“It’s good to have you here, Kota. Come on, let’s get some drinks,” I offer, and we head into the kitchen. I grab the Macallan, and pour double shots in two tumblers. Once our drinks are ready, I grab a bottle of wine for the girls and fill two wine goblets.
We fall into an easy rhythm, chatting. I’m relaxed after a couple of whiskies. Axel and I are sitting comfortably in the living room when he turns to me, his expression serious.
“Sam said he’s made sure there are no links to Paige and your father or Caged. Dax is helping him, but there’s something else,” he says, dropping his voice to a whisper.
“I didn’t realize you were working for my brother. What’s he found out?”
He glances toward the kitchen where the girls have disappeared to make sure it’s safe, then back at me. “He thinks Harkin is alive.”
“That doesn’t make sense, my uncle died when we were in college.” This is news to me. I haven’t spoken to Sam in a while, and he’s not contacted me about it.
“There’s documents confirming his body was never found. And…” his voice tapers off which intrigues me further.
“What is it, Axe?”
“We think Harkin had a kid,” he confesses.
“A kid? With who? I don’t remember any cousins around the mansion.” He shifts his attention from the glass to me with a serious expression.
“As soon as we get back I’m meeting with Dax to figure shit out. Sam did say he would call you,” he responds.
Nodding, I gulp the whiskey, pondering on what he’s just told me. Before I can say any more, two lithe bodies join us, and when we turn to regard them, the sight nearly knocks me off my damn feet.
Axel and I sit back, drinks in hand, watching the scene play out. Both girls, dressed in black lingerie that’s hugging their exquisite curves, caress and taunt each other. A Kitten and a Phoenix, playing together like two naughty schoolgirls.
Alone, they’re perfection. Together they’re every man’s wet dream.
Their giggles echo sweetly through the room. Paige’s hand snakes between Dakota’s thighs and a whimper dripping with desire falls from the brunette’s lips. “Girls,” Axel rumbles beside me, and they both stop, dragging their gazes over to us. “Let’s see how much you missed each other. Sixty-nine for us. Get each other nice and wet.”
Svelte bodies move on the plush carpet, and I watch in awe as Dakota tugs my firebird’s panties down her long legs. Paige in turn does the same and now they’re both bare below. “How about you both get those pretty breasts out too,” I suggest and they giggle in response. Once they’re both naked the show starts as they get comfortable on the floor in the sixty-nine position. It didn’t matter what position we had our girls in, they would always belong to us.
Fucking exquisite.
Their mouths go to work, and the soft moaning sounds have me solid behind the zipper of my jeans. After the loss she suffered in her life—first her family and then me—she closed off from everyone. But I can only thank my lucky stars that she found a friendship as strong as the one she has with Kota.
A connection like that comes once in a lifetime, and I can’t help but smile when I see them not only chatter like teenagers, but also play like this. The sex between the girls is beautiful, a real connection. It’s not just fucking for the sake of it.
“Paige is quite a stunner. Dakota loves her very much,” Axel says from beside me.
“As does Phoenix. She’s always talking about Kota. I wouldn’t have pegged her as bi when I trained her.” His blue gaze settles on me in understanding, and I sip my whiskey before responding. “I was Paige’s first and only, until I left that place, as you now know.” I glance at him and he nods. He glances back at the girls who are feasting on each other like they’re candy. “Fuck, I think we need to get in there. They’re having way too much fun,” I bite out. He chuckles and pushes off the sofa as we make our way to our two beauties.
“Stop.” His authoritative tone rumbles in the air, and they both startle and stare at us.
“But, Axe—” Dakota whines, which earns her a glare. She quickly moves off my Phoenix and they both kneel before us on the carpet with mouths glistening. I lean in and trace my girl’s lips with my tongue, tasting the sweetness of the brunette.
“She’s delectable.” I reach for the leash hanging between Paige’s breasts and tug her forward. “You want to play, Firebird?” She nods, peering up at me through thick lashes that are dark with mascara. “Good girl.”
I pull my T-shirt up and over my head. Axel follows suit, tugging his Guns ‘n Roses tee off and tossing it to the floor. “I’m sure you’re both fully versed in what you need to do now,” he quips. Their slender fingers dart up and rid us of our jeans and boxer briefs. In tandem, their pretty mouths go to work, and I can’t help groaning at how well Paige swallows my cock down her throat. She’s like a hungry tigress as her lips wrap around the base. Her green, glistening eyes peek up at me, and the sight has me groaning. I’m so close. She knows exactly what to do and when to do it. My body is tense as I try to hold on to the release that’s already teasing me.
Another two slurps and I’m pulling her to her feet. “Enough. Time for you ladies to get fucked.” Those emerald pools shimmer in the dim light, and she smirks, knowing full well she’s going to get a treat.
Axel proceeds to sit back on the plush sofa and gets his kitten to straddle him while facing us. My girl kneels between Axel’s thighs, and I position myself behind her.
The sight of Dakota’s t
ight little ass being filled is enough to set me off. I guide my cock into Paige’s drenched pussy. “Eat her cunt, Phoenix,” I order, and my girl obeys beautifully, lapping at the smooth, bare slit of her best friend. We start moving in sync, and I watch as Axel taunts his girl’s nipples and clamps them with the silver chains the girls brought in before their little show, causing her to cry out loud.
The wet sounds of Paige eating the little brunette are the sexiest thing I’ve ever fucking heard. My hips ram into my woman, who in turn devours Dakota’s pussy, causing her to cry out again and again. The deep, feral growls of Axel as he slams into his girl’s ass echo around us like a symphony of lust, desire, and sex. We’ve played before, but this is so much more. Emotion hangs in the air, and I know we’ll always be this way. The four of us are friends. We’re family. We’re soul mates. My hips roll, bucking into the tight heat of my girl, and I can’t hold on much longer.
I reach for the chains hanging from Dakota and tug on her nipple clamps as a shudder wracks her body. “So beautiful. Isn’t she baby?” I question, spanking my firebird’s ass hard as she yelps into her friend’s little cunt. I reach for my girl’s nipples, tugging them roughly, pulling them enough to send pain and pleasure coursing through her as her orgasm nears.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” Axel growls.
“Yes, please, Sir!” Dakota cries as he pulls on the clamps. My hand snakes between Phoenix’s thighs, tweaking her clit until she’s exploding on my cock and my body locks behind her.
The melody of our fucking detonates us all as we find exquisite release with each other, our bodies molding together in a beautiful piece of art. Skin slick with sweat, moans and whimpers slowly die as we all hold on to the euphoria for a little while longer.
It’s one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever experienced with others around, and with my body being connected to Paige’s, it’s everything.