Only You

by Coleen Singer

  As he tapped at it and turned it within her, while she protested as vehemently as she thought she could get away with – not wanting him to spank her any more – his other hand wasn't idle. He applied it with all due diligence to a clit that was truly enormous, stroking her steadily, listening for the gradual change over from sobs to sighs, gratified to realize that it happened much more quickly than he thought it would.

  When he had her moaning steadily, panting passionately, he slipped his fingers between the flange that was outside her body and her bottom hole, and began to pull. At the same time, he rubbed his fingers over the very peak of her clit, making her body have to try to decide which it was going to react to more strongly.

  Her clit won out, even though she yelped again as the plug came out.

  Then, again, when he immediately forced it back in to her pleas of, "No, don't do that!"

  He easily found that point between pain and pleasure, and kept her at it rather effortlessly, thoroughly exhausting her. Never letting her body adapt to what he did to it, always changing things up, challenging her, never letting her get too comfortable. This held off her orgasm for quite some time, until he took pity on her, removing the plug all together, but introducing something more like the first dildo he'd used, only thicker and longer – not quite as big as he was – she would have to work up to him more in order to accept him back here.

  But he knew it would get the job done, eventually, and they had time for him to train her right.

  As an experiment, he kept his fingers away from her clit and simply introduced the bigger, thicker dildo into her backside, not advancing or retreating anywhere near as often as he had with the smaller one. But, almost immediately, he drilled it into her, feeling her entire body tense, gathering itself as he rammed it into her, fucking her hard, mercilessly, until she would have thrown back her head and howled with the strength of her anal orgasm, but she couldn't. She was held in place, forced to absorb the extent of the shocking pleasure within herself.

  The second time, he added his fingers, and she growled like a wild thing as he watched her body convulse helplessly around the intruder he'd placed within it.

  He forced three more tremendous culminations out of her before reseating the plug in her – despite her weak protestations – and fucking her himself, fingering her the entire time, battering himself up against the end of the plug that peeked out, making her jump with each dual jolt he gave her.

  In the end, he collapsed over her, the two of them in a barely human pile of thoroughly sated flesh.

  Chapter Eight

  Before too long, he had her thoroughly ensconced in his house, where he'd always wanted her to be, often taking long moments to bask in the sheer reality of it – that she was here, with him, that she loved him, and that she seemed to revel in the authority over her that she had honored him by granting. And, although he'd made it crystal clear that she could look for something else, if she wanted – with essentially an unlimited budget – Ky didn't seem to be interested in doing so.

  It was of no matter to him, except that he wanted her to be happy.

  Since she was home all the time – most teaching positions already having been filled for the year – he continued to arrange things at work so that he could be home with her, and she seemed to blossom under his constant, watchful supervision. Riker moved quickly to begin to do everything for her – the more intimate the better – and, as he came to control her very tightly, the more strictly he punished her – not necessarily severely, but consistently and thoroughly – the more relaxed and happy she seemed.

  She still searched for a teaching job, but lazily, since she had no real need to work, and, although he did nothing to actively discourage her from looking, he did everything he could to enforce, subtly, the idea that staying at home – with him – would be the best thing for her. Instead of being autocratic about it, he simply showed her, by example, what her life would be like if she decided to stay home permanently. He showered her with attentions that were, at times, raw and hard to accept as he continued to challenge her submission to him on a regular basis. He kept her craving him constantly, even coming to crave the discipline that was hard for her to bear, partly because it came from him, and other times wonderfully indulgent, as she surrendered more and more of herself – of even what one might think of as the most autonomous of intimacies – to him.

  With all of that time on her hands, Ky began to explore things she'd enjoyed doing when she was younger, but ended up not having the time to do as an adult with responsibilities. All of those weights had been lifted from her by Riker, and he encouraged her to do whatever struck her fancy, within the rules he'd set for her.

  He did not allow her to leave the house without obtaining his permission first. Although she could drive, and she had a key to all of his vehicles, he didn't allow her to use them, unless it was an emergency. He drove her everywhere she needed or wanted to go. He didn't allow her to eat junk food. He hadn't quite gotten to the point of saying that she wasn't allowed to eat anything unless he fed it to her himself, but he was leaning in that direction.

  She was to make herself sexually available to him at all times. She was to observe bedtimes strictly. If she was elsewhere in the house when ten o'clock rolled around – the time when she was supposed to be in bed, resting for an hour before going to sleep at eleven – she was to come into the bedroom, immediately.

  Her phone must always be on and charged, and she was to keep all implements on her nightstand, in full view, and in easy reach for him.

  And she was always to give him a verbal answer when he asked her a question. Nodding was never enough.

  She decided to take up drawing again, and he found a teacher who came to the house three times a week. She began to knit and even took some classes in pottery, which had always interested her, and for which she found she had a knack.

  A pottery studio appeared in one of the spare rooms of the house, almost overnight, and he procured a teacher for that, too, so that she had one less reason to leave the house.

  Despite how tightly he oversaw her, he was just that careful not to smother or stifle her. He encouraged her to take any classes she was interested in, although he did his best to keep her at home while she did such things, wanting her to be away from him – away from his loving care – as little as possible. He took her to films and plays, himself, occasionally out to dinner and made sure that she saw her friends and family as regularly as she wanted to.

  All within the tight, unforgiving parameters he set for her and her behavior, of course.

  Once, when she was at Ellen's house for a dinner of Mexican food and to watch the last season of Downton, again, before the new one began, she got a bit tipsy – as was expected. She called him at eleven, which she was required to do just to check in, but he did not allow her to find a private place to do so, she had to do it in front of her friends, most of whom knew at least some of the particulars about their unusual relationship. Luckily, usually, the call was just a formality for him, to make sure she was all right. If she was having a good time – which she almost always was – he would just tell her to enjoy herself and call him when she wanted to come home.

  But this time she asked permission – in front of her friend, as he also mandated – to stay overnight. They were only halfway through the season and wanted to finish it. If he gave her permission, this would be the first time she would be away from him since they had gotten together.

  He'd been apart from her during business trips that had happened prior to her losing her job, but not since then – not since they'd achieved this amazing level of intimacy between them. It was so much more than he had dared to hope for.

  And he found himself strongly jealous of Ellen, not wanting to let her share a night with anyone else, no matter how innocent he knew it would be.

  So he found himself doing something he didn't usually do with her, surprisingly, considering how many rules he'd made for her. She was so undemanding
that, normally, if she asked him for something or if she could do something, he almost always said yes, because it wasn't something like going away from him for a month, but something small and easily done, like this.

  Only it wasn't easily done for him.

  "No, baby girl," came his quiet answer, surprising himself as well as her. "I don't want you to be away from me for the entire night. Tell Ellen that I said you're not allowed to have sleepovers."

  He waited then, and she knew he expected her to do that, right then and there, while he was listening.

  Blushing brightly in front of her friend, she repeated his words verbatim, finding some small comfort in parroting them rather than paraphrasing. "Ri says that I am not allowed to have sleepovers. But thank you for the invitation."

  Ellen smiled at her. She knew what the situation was like between Ky and Ri, having been both of their friends since college, and although she had reservations, she could hardly deny how happy her friend seemed to be. "That's okay. You're welcome. I wouldn't want to get you into trouble in any way."

  Riker chuckled in Ky's ear, having heard Ellen's comment. "Tell her that the only person who can get you into trouble is you."

  She said exactly what he said, and Ellen laughed.

  "Call me when you want to come home, my love. Not too late."

  She knew what that meant. It was eleven now, and he would expect her call no later than one. Ky put her phone back in her purse.

  "He really is your Dom, isn't he?"

  Without Riker listening in, for some reason, she was much less inhibited about talking about them. "Yes, he is." Ellen looked at her for a long moment, but didn't say anything. "What? You have questions? Concerns? Bring them on."

  They sat together on Ellen's lanai, the night quiet around them.

  "I know you've always had this…"

  "Kink? Interest? Bent?" Ky supplied.

  "Kink, I guess. And I know you've let some of your boyfriends spank you, and Aidan was your Dom –"

  She had to interrupt her friend. "Aidan might have thought he was – as I did, at the time – but the way Riker has treated me has shown me that he was a very pale imitation."

  "And just how does Riker treat you?"

  Kyah's eyebrows rose. "Do I detect a note of derision there, perhaps outright disdain?"

  "No," Ellen shot back, not intimidated by Kyah in the least. "What you're detecting is pure concern for you, nothing else. You know I don't judge How can I? That's not for me to do. But I do care about you, and I just want to make sure that he's not doing you wrong."

  She knew that what her friend was saying was the absolute truth. She had no other motives but Kyah's well being in mind. Hell, she liked Riker, too, although her first allegiance was to Ky.

  She took a moment to marshal her thoughts before she responded, because this was important to her. She didn't want her friends thinking that Riker was hurting her in any way, when the reality was the furthest thing from that. When she finally began to speak, there were tears in her eyes and in her voice. "The truth is that I have never felt more loved or happier with anyone than I do now. I know it must smack of abuse to everyone on the outside –"

  "You know I'm a sub, too, though, honey. I'm an outsider on your relationship, but I have had an insider's view myself."

  Ky nodded. "I know. So what I'm going to say should make more sense to you than anyone who has never experienced it. You know how…free it makes you feel when you've truly given yourself to someone you trust completely, when you've absolutely submitted every bit of yourself to him, to do with as he pleases, knowing, with every single bit of you, that he will never fail to honor the trust you've placed in him?"

  Ellen sighed wistfully, since she was between relationships, at the moment. "I do. I do. It's so much more intimate, so much more meaningful than just a vanilla commitment."

  "Well, that's what I have with Riker. He – he takes care of me, in the way only a Dom can care for a sub. He knows me better than anyone else on the planet – partly because we've been friends for so long, but also because, since we've become…whatever it is that we are, he's continued to get to know me on different levels, in ways he's never seen me before. And he only uses all of that knowledge about me to guide me – even when some of that guiding involves hurting me – in a good way. He loves me and cares about me enough to do that for me. He pays more than enough attention to me that he bothers to do it very thoroughly and consistently, and in a manner that lifts me up, makes me a better person – makes me want to make him proud of me and want him to keep looking after me, exactly the way he does."

  They were both silent for a moment, then Ellen said, "Well, I can hardly argue with that."

  Ky smiled at her and patted her hand. "Thank you for worrying about me, though. I appreciate it."

  "Well, just know that, should you ever need it, you'll always have me. I'm but a phone call or a text away."

  "I know. You're an obnoxiously wonderful friend. I hope you know the same goes for you, too."

  Another moment of comfortable silence, then Ellen asked, "Do you really have a bedtime?"

  Ky smiled, taking a big sip of wine. "I do. And I hate it more than I can tell you."

  "But you don't have anything to get up for in the morning!"

  "I know. But he wants me to get a good, solid night's sleep. Remember that sleep study I participated in, back in college, that said I needed at least nine hours of sleep a night?"

  "Yeah."

  "Well, he was just my best friend at the time, and, of course, I told him what they recommended, and he remembers shit like that about me, so now he's enforcing it."

  "Do you ever get to stay up late?"

  "I can ask for permission to, but he almost never says yes, and when he does, I have to take a nap the next afternoon to make up the sleep I missed."

  "Oh dear, so you'll have to take a nap tomorrow, for at least two hours, because you're up past eleven with me?"

  Ky nodded

  Ellen whistled. "He really does have you on lockdown, doesn't he?"

  "He does, although there are some distinct advantages to those rules, in particular."

  Ellen's eyebrows rose. "There are?"

  "Yeah, when I do come to bed, and when he puts me down for my nap the next day, he orgasms me to sleep."

  "Mmm."

  Ky nodded. "Mmm doesn't really cover it at all, frankly. The man is positively lethal!"

  She drew a breath then, and said, "It's funny. He has taken over and made rules about – granted, they're not frivolous rules, any of them, really – he's not that type of Dom – pretty much every aspect of my life. He makes me, and holds me, accountable to him in everything I do, for everything I am, and definitely for my behaviors, controlling me more tightly than I ever thought I'd allow any person to do, and yet…I feel freer now than I ever have in my life. In being bound to him so closely, in submitting myself to him so completely, he has set me free in so many other powerful ways."

  "Damn, girl. Has he got a brother?" Ellen asked, although she knew he didn't.

  Ky called him at twelve-fifty-nine, and he chuckled as he picked up. "Right down to the wire, as usual, baby girl. I'll be right there."

  Ellen came out to the car with her, getting and giving a hug from Riker, who had gotten out, as was his habit, to hold the door for his woman, warning him to take good care of her – and then slipping in a terrible remark about not being easy on her, which he was only too happy to agree with.

  When she came around the car to get a hug from her friend, Ky was standing there with her hands on her hips. "I don't need any help from the peanut gallery, you know!"

  "Oh, yes, you do. I know you. You've always needed a firm hand, and now I think you've got one." She hugged Ky forcibly at first, until her friend relented and returned the hug.

  "We'll have to work on getting someone like that for you, next!" Ky said as Riker helped her into the car and fastened her seatbelt for her, and then came around to the drive
r's side.

  As he guided them expertly through the light traffic, he held her hand in his, always and forever wanting to touch her in some way. "Did you have a good time?"

  He asked the question – which was a step up from most men, but she knew he was actually interested in her answer, too, which set him well above the rest.

  "Yes, I did. We talked a bit about us some, actually."

  "You did? What about us?"

  "Well, you know that she knows – as does everyone else but my Mom, I think – and I don't know if you know that she's a sub herself. But she was asking questions, as a friend, to make sure that you weren't abusing me."

  He wasn't insulted by Ellen's concern; he was thankful for it. "And what did you tell her to ease her mind?"

  Not looking at him, but rather gazing unseeingly out the window, Ky answered, "I told her, essentially, that you always have my best interests at heart, and the truth of the fact that, in keeping me so tightly to you in all of the ways that you do, that you have freed me in ways I couldn't have imagined before."

  A lump formed in his throat at her little speech. "I am honored that you feel that way, Miss Kyah Elizabeth."

  She turned to him, squeezing his hand and saying, "Thank you for loving me as much as you do and for doing everything for me that you do. You're always so happy to take things over for me, it makes me feel guilty sometimes that you do everything for me and I do so little for you."

  "Don't say that, baby girl. You do things for me all the time that you probably don't even realize you do, big things that few women would allow, every time you let me care for you in any way, you are doing something for me."