by Alyssa Aaron
She would never have purchased the clothes on her own. Doing something that brought attention to her, without him compelling her to do it would have been too difficult. But Slade had asserted just enough pressure to persuade her to move beyond her established comfort zone of baggy pants and baggier sweaters in dull, boring colors. He hadn't forced her to take the step. He'd exerted steady pressure and expectation, then he'd encouraged her to take the step. Then he'd been there offering steady support while she'd taken it.
She wanted to give her submission to show her gratitude and her growing affection but it was even more than that. She wanted to submit to Slade because she trusted him and because she felt safe and sheltered within his power, within his control. He was good for her, his power in her life was good for her.
She knew it would not always be easy. She knew he was not above making her do the difficult things she needed to do to regain the pieces of her self that had been stolen from her when she was still a child. Yet, she knew even though he would compel her to take the steps she needed to take he would take her feelings into account, and he'd give her the support she needed. Not once since she had known him had he fled from her emotions or abandoned her to them. For the first time in a long, long, time she didn't feel as if she was facing everything that had happened to her alone.
She felt Slade stir against her and turned her head so she could watch as he woke. She marveled at the warmth that unfurled in her chest as he came slowly awake. She watched as his eyes blinked open and adjusted gradually to the slightly brightening shafts of pink and purple that filtered into the room. She smiled at him as his eyes focused on her.
He rolled and captured her, his arms trapping her as his chest loomed over her. “Good morning Kara,” he said, smiling down at her.
Her heart pounded and affection swelled. She drew a deep breath and let it out. “Good morning—Master,” she said softly, stumbling over the word just a little. She liked the sound of it in her ears and the way it resonated into her being making her feel sheltered. Safe.
She looked up at him, wanting to be his, wanting to belong to him, wanting to be worthy of the care he gave her.
He smiled softly. “So you still want to submit to me even after sleeping on it?” His eyes were intent as he looked down into her face.
"Yes Sir."
He caressed a tousle of hair away from her face, his gaze making a slow sweeping study of her facial features. The intensity of his inspection unnerved her but she remained still, and willed herself to remain open to him, rather than to withdraw into herself and away from his probing gaze. She had in effect given herself to him when she'd called him Master. He owned her now. It was what he wanted, it was what she wanted.
He stroked her cheek as his eyes continued to make a thorough appraisal. His hand was gentle but its effect on her equilibrium was powerful. She leaned her face into his hand and spread a series of kisses over his palm and wrist, desperate to express the profound appreciation and devotion she felt.
His chest expanded with affection as she scattered kisses over his hand. He loved the submissive nature of the act and the softness of the expression that filled her eyes as she looked up at him. The profundity of the trust she was willing to grant him filled her eyes, awakening a deep reverence within him. He was honored by the gift. In spite of what she'd said, he knew it hadn't been easy for her.
The reverence he felt toward her submission and his enchantment with her, fueled an intense desire to protect her from anything that could possibly hurt her. Her willingness to trust him so completely after so short a time increased his resolve to treat her with the gentleness he knew she still needed, and would probably continue to need for a long time.
His hand stroked her neck and shoulder. His cock swelled and strained toward her in response to the knowledge that she had given herself to him, that she wanted his mastery over her.
Pure pleasure filled him. She was everything he wanted in a wife, in a submissive, in a life partner. That she had given herself to him, not in fear but in absolute trust shook him. He found it hard to believe that the union which had started out so rough, with her so frightened of him had turned out so well.
He shifted slightly bringing her with him so that he was on his back with her head pillowed on his shoulder. His eyes were drawn to the tent in the quilt spread haphazardly over his lower body. He wanted her, yet he held himself in check. There would be time to show her more of the baser delights, but for right now he wanted to savor the moment with her. He wanted to shower her in all the patience and gentleness and love he could muster.
"Comfortable Little One,” Slade asked ignoring the discomfort radiating from his own pelvic region.
She rolled to her side and looked up at him from her vantage point where her head rested on his shoulder. Her eyes were clear and bright this morning. The shadows of the previous day were gone. “Comfortable?” he asked again.
"Y-yes Master,” she responded softly. “But you don't—look very comfortable. Does it—hurt?"
He glanced down, following her gaze to where it rested on the tented quilt strewn across him.
He smiled at her concern. “It's more—sensitive—than all out painful, though there is an achey quality."
"W-would you like me to—do something about it?” she asked.
He smiled at her, feeling his love for her growing exponentially as he studied her knitted brow. “That depends on what you'd like to do about it honey."
"I—I—um don't know very much about—what—-” she sucked a deep breath. “But I could—um—be on top like yesterday."
He gazed down at her head pillowed on his shoulder and felt a smile tug at his mouth as he noted the pink that tinged her cheeks and the frown that drew lines across her forehead.
He stroked a finger over the frown. “Did you like that position Honey? Do you like being on top?"
Her frown deepened and she worried her lip with the sharp edges of her teeth as she nodded. “I—I didn't feel any sense of claustrophobia—it didn't remind me of—anything bad."
An ache erupted in his chest. The ache was followed quickly by doubts that began to cloud his mind, and then by anger that was directed fully at himself. He knew it wasn't fair to expect sex from her when her biggest concern was whether the event would remind her of being raped.
She did offer her submission to me damn it, he reminded himself. He swallowed hard. Is she submitting because she wants to or out of fear I'm going to turn her damned brother in, he wondered. Perplexed and bewildered he looked down at her nestled upon his shoulder.
She smiled as she gazed up at him. The smile and the warmth that shone in her eyes warred with the doubt that gnawed at his gut.
"The position,” she began then faltered, as her tongue darted out to moisten her lips. Her gaze drifted away from his and he had the feeling she'd pulled the shutters closed against him.
He stroked her shoulder and waited for her to finish.
"The position—it—you let me have control over how—it happened. You knew it would be better for me that way.” Her gaze rose and held his.
Yes, he'd known it would be better for her that way. He hadn't expected her to realize he'd chosen the position because it would be better for her if she controlled the cadence of their mating but pleasure shot through him at the innocence of her admission. It thrilled him to know that she knew he had considered her feelings, that he wanted it to be good for her too.
He nodded. “That's how it should be honey. I'm not selfish. I wanted you to enjoy making love too."
She grinned up at him. “I did enjoy it.” He watched as her cheeks pinkened and her gaze dropped lower.
"Do you think we could—do it again?” she asked shyly against his shoulder.
Elation zipped through him. She wanted to make love again! He was filled with joy at the knowledge that she wasn't dreading it, that in fact she was asking him to make love to her.
His response was instantaneous. He rolled, shifti
ng her so that she was beneath him and he loomed over her. “Your choice Baby, the position you know or a new one."
Kara nibbled her lip. “What's the new position?"
"That's for me to know and you to find out. You will have to get out of bed for the new one though,” he teased, tossing the blanket off them as he rolled off the bed. He turned as she made a wild grab for the blanket.
"No you don't,” he teased. “No blankets allowed.” He lifted the blanket and held it out of reach.
She rolled to a sitting position on the side of the bed and sat looking up at him with a delightful pout on her face. “I don't have any clothes on,” she said, stating the obvious.
"Yeah, I'd kinda noticed that,” he teased raising an eyebrow as he allowed his gaze to linger on her breasts, before dropping lower. Her skin was all pale milky softness, the hard dusky pink of her nipples a sharp contrast against the softness of her breasts.
He watched her expression. He was having fun teasing her, dangling the blankets out of her reach but he would halt their game in a heartbeat if her expression gave any indication that she was not enjoying the game. He didn't want to hurt her or harm the fragile sexual self-confidence that he could see was gradually emerging.
"Slade—Master,” she corrected. He watched her expression waver between frustration and something else he couldn't easily identify.
"Come on honey, I thought you were going to help me out,” he whined.
"I didn't know it was going to require me to be—naked."
He sighed wondering why every woman he'd ever met had some kind of a hang up about her body. He couldn't help wondering why nudity was such a big deal. It wasn't like he hadn't seen her naked before. “Hey, it's not my fault you're beautiful naked,” he teased as he bent and tugged her from the bed.
She stood and he pulled her into his arms, wrapping her in a tight embrace. “I love looking at you naked,” he whispered against her ear. “You are beautiful. I love looking at you."
She used her hands and pressed against his chest leaning back in his embrace and gazing up at him with a puzzled expression as if she was trying to determine if he was telling the truth. Her expression was shadowed, and the words she'd said when he'd proposed slammed into his brain. Did she really think she was fat? Hell, she was perfect in his book. He thought for a minute, wanting her to know what he saw when he looked at her.
"I love these breasts with their pretty pink tips,” he whispered, trailing his hand lightly over her breasts. “They're so soft, so responsive.” He chuckled as he watched her nipples peak as if they operated totally on his cue.
"I like this little dip at your waist.” He skimmed his hand over her side, following the natural contour where her waist dipped before flaring out toward softly padded womanly hips. “I love this soft part of your tummy.” He traced his palm over the feminine swell of her belly. He'd never understand why women hated the extra pound or two carried there. He liked the extra softness and thought, not for the first time, that washboard abs were highly overrated. He knelt, and blew a soft breath over her belly, following his breath with the gentle touch of his tongue which outlined her navel.
He loved the way she caught her breath and swayed against him as he kissed her tummy.
"And this,” he whispered throatily as he dipped his palm lower, sliding his fingers through the tangle of curls that covered her pubic mound. “You're so feminine and dainty here. So pretty. To think this is all for me, that you're willingly giving all of this to me.” He sighed.
She shivered at the intimate touch but swayed toward him.
"I'm planning to keep you naked a lot honey so you're going to need to get used to it."
He stood and pulled her against him. He loved her sweetness, her innocence.
"You're beautiful too,” she whispered her eyes luminous as she lifted her gaze to his, then dropped it again. His eyes followed her gaze to where it rested on his throbbing erection. Her expression was an intoxicating mixture of shyness and boldness that made his cock ache. “Can I——” She shifted her feet, raising her gaze to his as shyness battled boldness. “Umm—Can I touch?” she asked.
"Any time you like honey,” he responded on a strangled breath that came from somewhere deep within him. He planted his feet and struggled to maintain control as he realized she had probably never had the opportunity to explore a man's erection before, at least not as an adult in a setting in which she controlled the pace of the touching.
He stood steady beneath the shy touches of her finger that shot shock waves of sensation through his penis. He loved the light, tentative touch. It made him ache to be held more firmly in her small hand. His cock arched toward the tender finger that stroked it, drawing a shy smile from her.
He groaned audibly but allowed her to explore his length while he fought for control. The timid brush of her finger as she drew it down his length was nearly his undoing. He closed his eyes, clenching his jaw as he allowed her continued exploration.
"That ... feels ... so ... good,” he said huskily as he pressed his cock toward her tentative finger, wanting her hand wrapped around him, stroking him.
She looked up at him, her eyes locked to his, her expression filled with both boldness and confusion as she slowly lowered her hand, cupping his balls.
He clenched his jaw, enjoying her curiosity but desperately wanting her soft little hand wrapped around his cock.
He growled low in his throat as she eased her hand back up his shaft, before slowly enclosing him in her hand. “That's so good,” he moaned as he placed his hand over hers. There was no timidity as his hand guided hers, and he showed her how to stroke him to bring him to orgasm.
He groaned against her ear as he rocked his hips, thrusting himself into their joined hands. “Baby—it's so damned good,” he groaned, his body tight. He breathed her name against her neck as his control shattered and he jerked spilling his semen over their joined hands.
Slade came back to earth slowly, the fuzziness in his brain beginning to clear. Kara was smiling up at him, the softness in her eyes and the pride that filled her face filled him with pleasure. He buried his face in her neck and tantalized her with his teeth and his tongue. He tongued a line from her earlobe to her shoulder then scattered a series of nips along the invisible line he'd tongued before soothing them with his kisses.
"See what you do to me?” he whispered huskily against her neck.
She smiled up at him, looking proud, confident. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her to him, allowing his mouth to make its way to hers. He feasted on her enjoying the slick warmth of her mouth.
Although he had just enjoyed a powerful orgasm he was still hard, still hungry. “I'm going to lift you. When I do, wrap your legs around my waist,” he whispered against the shell of her ear.
She didn't respond but when he lifted her she wrapped her legs around him, and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Is that what you were going to show me?” Kara asked as she kissed his shoulders, first one and then the other.
"No. That was an unscheduled stop,” Slade muttered teasing the shell of her ear with his tongue. She gasped in pleasure as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth and swirled it with his tongue. His warm breath fanned across her neck inciting a riot of sensations that made her nipples pucker where they pressed against his chest.
He carried her to the bathroom, and with her legs still wrapped around his waist reached into the shower to turn on the water.
"What—? What are you going to do?” Kara asked looking up at him with puzzlement.
"I'm going to get us good and wet, and a little soapy and then I'm going to teach you another way to make love, Slade answered moving them into the path of the warm jets of water.
"Another way?” she asked her voice conveying surprise. “How many ways are there?"
"Quite a few.” He chuckled.
She welcomed the strokes of Slade's large hands as he spread lather over her breasts and down her belly where he allowed
some of the lather to drop lower so that it lingered at the juncture where their bodies melded. She reveled in the pleasure soaring within her as his hands slid over her.
She arched against his palms, her body already relaxing at his touch, already seeking the pleasure she knew he could give. She sighed deeply, inviting his large work roughened hands to stroke down her sides, over her rib cage.
He ran his palms over her breasts, circling her nipples but studiously avoiding contact with them. She bit her lip, her mind focused on the sensations as his hands slid over her back and chest again before sliding past the puckered tips that begged his attention. Desire shot through her and she squirmed against him, whining in protest as his hands slid past her quivering nipples once again.
She needed him to touch her, to pinch her nipples. Hard, gentle, she didn't care; she just needed him to soothe the throbbing ache that had taken up residence in her center. She shifted trying to bring the aching tips into the path of his marauding hands giving up the hope of understanding what made her want Slade's touch so much.
She whimpered brokenly. Her body was tense and tight. She felt fevered. All she could think of was the path of his hands as they disappointed her by sliding past her aching nipples one more time. “You could always ask me for what you want,” Slade whispered near here ear.
"Please Slade,” she begged. “You know what I want."
"Yes, I do.” He lifted his face, his slate colored eyes holding her with the intensity of the passion that filled his gaze. “I still enjoy hearing you ask. And by the way, what happened to Sir?"
His palm slid slowly up the curve of her breast, his palm just brushing her areola as his gaze held her immobile. She drew a deep breath, the frustration of his palms just barely missing the hard thrust of her nipples more than she could stand.
"Please Sir, I need your hands.” Her voice came out tight, her frustration evident in the tears that caught in the edges of her voice.