Essential Master (Doms of Napa Valley)

by Trace, Dakota

  When they’d arrived at New Beginnings, a surprised Bella had mentioned she’d seen Zebadiah heading down towards the duck pond. After being ushered in by the lovely sub, Bella had urged Nicky to go down while she and Steph got some bread chunks from the kitchen for the ducks.

  Taking another sip of her tea, she hummed at the memory of seeing the men so close to one another for the first time. Of course her Master towered over the smaller man, but they’d looked good together. She’d watched them from the path for several moments, loving the way Zebadiah seemed to sway towards Nicky. When it finally became too much for her to wait any longer, she’d joined them.

  “And other than my little oops with the endearment, it went well, so it couldn’t be what tripped Nicky’s trigger.” Even as she spoke aloud, her mind continued to race ahead through their meeting with Zebadiah, and then to their trip to the signing. They’d planned on grabbing a quickie in one of the bathrooms, risky but they’d both been horny from being so close to the man they both desired. Unfortunately a flat tire had ruled that out. By the time they’d changed the tire and gotten back on the road, the bookstore in downtown Napa had been crowded. A whispered promise of a good hard fucking was all Nicky had time for before he’d been swamped by his fans, and she’d had to slip into her security guard mode.

  It had been that promise plus the heat in his eyes each time he happened to glance up at her during the signing which had kept her wet. So what had happened between then and home that had pushed him to the edge?

  Balancing her cup on the arm of the glider, she stared off at the grape vines in the distance. Could it have been the woman who’d protested the gay couple who’d been holding hands in line? Nicky had stiffened but had still smiled at the young men, and signed their copy of His Reluctant Desire as he’d made small talk with them. When the woman behind them had come up to have her copy signed he’d been civil, but any warmth he’d shown to the other fans before her was gone.

  Later in the car when she’d asked him about the incident, he’d just shrugged and said not to worry about it, because he wasn’t going to let what some judgmental woman said ruin his mood. He’d even smiled and rubbed his hand up the inside of her thigh with a reminder of his earlier promise.

  “So what set you off, tiger?” She continued to glide, even as she knew there would be no answers for her until her stubborn man came out of hiding. She was patient. She could wait or rather ‘out wait’ Nicky. She hadn’t survived Hellweek in the Marines to let a few words knock her down.

  * * * *

  When he felt he had a semblance of control, and his stomach finally protested its lack of sustenance, Nicholaus opened the door to his study. He hadn’t jerked off as he’d threatened. He’d just sat in front of his desk and played umpteen games of solitaire on his computer. It was mindless but it had allowed him to focus on nothing at all, while he calmed down until his cock no longer doubled as a tent pole in his pants.

  “Steph?” he called out as he wandered down the hall towards the kitchen. He noticed right away that she’d picked up her discarded clothing in the foyer. When he entered the kitchen, he saw the familiar teapot on the stove. Touching a hand to it, he sighed at its warmth and the crumpled up familiar green wrapper on the counter. If his lover was drinking Irish Breakfast Tea, he’d stepped in it good this time. She only drank it when she had a problem to mull over or was upset. He wasn’t sure which he wanted it to be this time. If it was upset, he knew she’d eventually cool down and come to him, but if she saw his actions as a problem, he was in for a long night of trying to explain his actions to her. He loved her dearly, but when her mind got to whirling she poked and prodded until she got the answers she wanted. A simple ‘I’m sorry’ wouldn’t work.

  Moving to the window overlooking the back yard, he sighed. As he suspected, she’d retreated to her thinking spot. He wondered how long she’d been out in the sun as it beat off the top of the glider. Deciding to man-up, he grabbed two bottles of Gatorade from the fridge, then let himself out of the house, following the cool stone path until he was standing next to the glider.

  “Can I join you?” The words came out softly, but he knew she’d heard them by the tightening of her fingers around the tea cup. “Please?”

  She sighed and finally looked up at him. “And if I say no?”

  He shrugged his shoulders. “Then I guess I’ll just stand here under the sun ‘til I pass out from heat stroke, or you take pity on me.”

  “And you would, wouldn’t you?” She sighed. “Fine, sit. I don’t feel like lugging your butt back up to the house.”

  And she could. With their close height and her military training, she’d done it twice during their relationship. Once to prove she could when he’d scoffed at her boast, and then a second time when he’d torn up a knee on the ski slopes in Aspen.

  “Thank you.” He settled down on the seat next to her, close but not touching. He set down one of the bottles next to her. “I brought you something cold to drink.”

  She nodded, but didn’t move to take it. “Thank you.”

  They sat there for several minutes until he couldn’t take the silence any longer. “So how pissed are you?”

  “Pissed? I’m not angry, Master.”

  He winced at the honorific. During a scene, she said the word with utmost respect, but now it seemed out of place here. Here at home - on their downtime, he was Nicky.

  “Then if you’re not angry with me, what are you?”

  “Horny and confused about why you stopped and pulled rank on me before retreating to your study, Master.”

  “Shit.” He’d fucked up royally.

  “Yeah, that’s about the truth of it.” She finally turned to face him. “What changed from the time we left the signing until we got home, Master? Do I need to tone down the bratty behavior? It’ll be hard after so long but I can try.”

  Horror washed through him at the idea of her changing. “No!” He hauled her onto his lap. “I’ll paddle your ass for real if you even try it.”

  Her eyes widened in surprise. “Then explain what happened, Nicky? Is it because you want him now?”

  Chapter Four

  Steph waited with baited breath for an answer as Nicky’s eyes narrowed and his lips thinned. That expression never boded well for her. She was tempted to squirm free, but to do so would end up with her over his knee more likely than not. She’d pushed hard with her question and he’d push back even harder if she provoked him by trying to get away. She gasped when he suddenly buried his fingers in her hair. Using the silky strands as leverage, he tilted her head back until she was looking directly up at him. Desire and frustration were mixed in the amber depths of his eyes.

  “I ought to tan your ass. Of course I want him, nearly as much as I want you. We discussed this. You wanted a man to dominate and I wanted one as well. Have you changed your mind now that it’s close to becoming reality?”

  “No, Master,” she gasped against the slight sting of his hold on her hair. “I thought perhaps you had. You seemed to want me then you shut down. I don’t know what to think now.”

  “You’re not to supposed to ever doubt I want you.” He bucked up to prove his point. Her breath caught at the feel of him against her. He was hard. “Earlier I was too close to the edge to play our usual games. I could’ve hurt you or worse. In fact, I probably would’ve come the second you put your hand on me. I wasn’t prepared for how hot being around both of you was going to get me.”

  Understanding dawned on her. It wasn’t that she’d done something wrong then. His control had faltered under a new stimulus of being exposed to two people he wanted, and his retreat was merely him trying to adjust to something new. As a creature of habit, he sometimes had a hard time with new things, and this situation obviously would be no different. She licked her lips. “Would it help if you saw him alone the first few times, until you get used to his effect on you?”

  He shook his head. “I won’t do that to you or him, Steph. He has to get u
sed to your presence. Having me arrive without you would provide him with a false sense of security, and it’d only be ruined when you did join us later.” He hugged her tighter. “We’re a package deal. To get one of us he has to take both of us. To let him think it’d work any other way would be cruel.”

  She laid her head down on his shoulder. “True. So what do you want to do?”

  He rubbed her back. “The same thing we’ve been doing. Be around him enough to make him comfortable in our presence before we move onto more. I’ll just have to deal with the side effects.” A smile tugged up one side of his mouth. “Just be prepared for the backlash when we get alone. I’m going to want to fuck with no games.”

  She giggled. “I think I can handle that, Master as long as you tell me what’s got you so hot and bothered.” She loved when her Master told her explicitly what he wanted. Stretching up to reach his ear, she nibbled the lobe before tugging it into her mouth. He shivered against her as she found one of his hot-spots. It thrilled her every time she was able to coax such a response out of her Master.

  Of course his response had her feeling more than a bit relieved it was nothing more than excessive lust which had caused their earlier incident. Now she wanted to push him into claiming her, to satisfying her earlier hunger. “And what about this?” She slipped her hand down to cup his cock. A full-throated groan fell from his lips.

  “I have a few ideas.” He pressed her hand more firmly against him. “And all of them have to do with ripping off your clothing and fucking you ‘til you can’t see straight.” He shoved her hand away and stood her up in front of him, his amber eyes dark with passion. “You can either strip here, and risk getting jigger bites on sensitive areas or…”

  The silky tone had her shivering. “Or?” She wet her lips.

  “Or you can run like hell for the house and pray you make it there before I catch you. Because I’m going to have you where you stand.” He unsnapped his jeans. “You have three seconds to decide before I take the decision out of your hands.”

  It only took a fraction of second for her to decide. She’d have laid down on the grass if he’d ordered it, in a heartbeat in fact, but the thrill of having him chase her was much more tempting. From experience, she knew she’d be dripping with desire by the time he caught her. She turned and took off towards the house at a slow jog before the ‘one’ had passed his lips. The idea was to let him catch her. Pausing beside the door, she fumbled with the back door handle, waiting to hear him say ‘three’. A gush of moisture between her legs, when he whispered it in her ear, had her spinning in surprise.

  “You cheated, Master!” She hadn’t heard him leave the glider.

  “Did you honestly expect me not to…as hot as I am?” He pressed her up against the cool surface of the door, his hands shoving up her tank, exposing her breasts to the light summer breeze. Lifting her a bit, he arranged her so he could take one nipple into his mouth. She cried out in surprise as he tugged hard on it while slipping a hand down past the elastic band of her shorts. As his fingers traced down the valley between her ass cheeks she whimpered. Her master loved anal, and she couldn’t remember a time he hadn’t at least toyed with her ass when they were intimate. She’d been an anal virgin when she’d met him, but he patiently taught her the pleasures of it until she craved it.

  “Please, Master.” She arched into his hand as his fingers slid down further to dip inside her, coating their length with her own moisture.

  He grumbled against her breasts, moving from one nipple to the other before his now wet fingers circled her rosette. She dug her fingers into his shoulders as he pressed them in slowly. The familiar burn morphed into pleasure as her ass closed around him. “Oh, my God…” Her head tipped back and hit the door with a slight thud, but the small dull pain did little to distract her as he released her nipple.

  “Fuck.” His voice was gritty, even as he continued to slowly stroke in and out of her tight rear. “I want to fuck this ass, but we don’t have any lube out here.”

  “I could get you all nice and wet with my mouth, Master,” she offered, remembering one other time he’d wanted anal sex and they had run out of lube. She’d gotten him all slippery with her mouth, but to her dismay had found out saliva didn’t make the best lube, especially if you were going to do any prolonged anal sex. She’d been sore for a few days after that time. Not that she’d complained about it at the time. She’d been too busy floating in subspace to voice even one protest. Nicky hadn’t been happy when he found out how uncomfortable it had been for her to sit later on.

  His eyes flared at her suggestion, but he ultimately shook his head. “Won’t work and you know it, Steph. Not only does it make you sore, but I won’t last if I feel your mouth on me.” His fingers abandoned her rear as he stepped back.

  “So do we go in…” She turned to go into the house and found herself pinned against the door, this time face first.

  “Nope, I told you I’d have you where you stood.”

  Then cool air hit her bottom as he jerked her shorts down, and she heard the familiar sound of his zipper being lowered. A moment later, his fingers tested her readiness, sliding deep inside of her pussy. Then he pulled her back enough to bend her over.

  “And I’m a man of my word.” Seconds later, he shoved inside her with a groan. Her breath caught, then released in a sob as he rubbed over her g-spot. In this position he felt even bigger than he was, until she thought he might come out her throat.

  “Brace yourself, Steph. It’s gonna be a wild ride. I’ve gotta fuck…” His order was gruff but she obeyed without question, placing her palms on the flat surface of the door. She didn’t want to hit her head any more than he wanted her to.

  “Good girl.” Then he began moving hard and fast, his hips snapping in a grueling pace against her bottom. Pleasure racked her as she panted and pushed back against him wanting more, begging for more.

  “Tight little pussy,” he gritted out, his hands clasping her hips to steady her for his thrusts.

  “Your…pussy…Master.” The words came out brokenly as her breathing grew more shallow and rapid.

  “Damn straight.” His hand smacked one hip, while the other hand delved around front to tweak her clit. “And I’m gonna prove it. Make it come on my cock, until you can’t stand it…”

  “Master!” She tossed her head back as the slight sting of pain only sent her higher. Unbelievably she was ready to come.

  “But not yet. You’ll wait until I’m ready for it.” His voice was hoarse as he continued to move against her, trapping her between his hand and cock.

  She was going to lose it and his dark warning did little to distract her need for release. “I…ahhh…shit…please…?” She fought off her approaching orgasm the best she could, but every tweak of his fingers and thrust of his cock sent her precariously closer.

  “Really, Steph? A strong liberal woman like you is begging me, a man, for release? What would your mother say…?” He ‘tsked’ even as he pushed her higher with his wild rocking.

  She hissed. The words weren’t unfamiliar, and she nearly went into orbit at them. They were a reminder of how her Master stripped away everything, until he got to the soft woman under the liberal teaching of her youth and time spent in the service. He was just sadistic enough to take pleasure in the stripping. And she loved him for it – well, at least until he stopped fucking her. She cried out as he slowed.

  “That’s not an answer, submissive. You’ll give me the words - or I’ll pull out right now…”

  “Fuck, yes, you arrogant son of a bitch, I’m begging.” She gritted her teeth. “I need to come….please fuck me, let me come.” Her language, never clean to begin with after her time spent with roughnecks around oil rigs as a young girl, turned even dirtier when he teased her this way.

  “Gladly.” He grunted and resumed the pace, until it was all she could do to hold herself up as sensation after sensation piled on top of her. Until she was a writhing mess under his body as she
came undone in his arms. Only his grip on her kept her from getting away from him as the building pressure exploded and she went off like a rocket.

  His breathing grew more ragged.as moisture hit her back. “Fuck, yeah. Come all over me, you little bitch,” Nicholaus ordered as his fingers dug even deeper into her hips, and he approached his own release. Even through her pleasure, she could feel it building in him as his thrusts became jerky, until he let loose a yell she was sure the neighbors would’ve heard - if they’d been nearby instead of a good distance down the road. A splash of warmth joined her own moisture as his hips hitched hard against her while he filled her full of his seed. She mewed happily as he throbbed three times before his body relaxed against hers, the weight of his torso against her back as he supported himself on his outstretched arms, also braced against the door on either side of hers. “Son of bitch…” he gasped, his forehead pressed against her shoulder blade. “…that was…”

  She giggled softly. “…hot - sensuous - amazing?” It always amazed and even delighted her how a round of hot sex could turn her ‘man of a thousand words’ speechless.

  He nodded before slowly straightening. “That’s a few adjectives for it. Give me a second and I’ll think of some more.”

  She gasped as he slowly disengaged their bodies. She immediately missed his warmth, but he made up for it when a few moments later he turned her and gathered her up in his arms, carrying her easily despite her size.

  “Time for a siesta, little one.” He yawned deeply as they stepped inside the cool house. Within moments, with her opening the doors, he gently deposited her on their bed before stepping back to kick his deck shoes off, jerk his shirt over his head, and strip off his jeans.

  By that time, she’d tossed her exercise shorts and tank onto the floor next to the bed. As he climbed onto their California King, she opened her arms to him, sighing as their warm, naked flesh touched. As he pulled up the sheet over their bodies, she relaxed against him, stifling her yawn against his chest. A siesta sounded just great.