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by Maren Smith


  “It's going to continue to get better.” He swatted my ass once. “Get up on your knees and take off your tank top.”

  “Do I need a safeword?” I maneuvered up and onto my knees facing him and tugged my ribbed tank over my head. My nipples pebbled, and I was completely nude in his bed.

  “No. If you want me to stop what I'm doing, then just tell me, but if a safeword makes you feel secure, we can use one.”

  “We don't need one but I'm wondering something. Is this a form of foreplay to you?”

  “You're stalling.”

  His tone grew more authoritative and my pussy ached to be filled by him. Claimed by him. I wanted him to pin me down and fuck me senseless.

  “I'm not stalling.”

  “Most definitely stalling.” He ran his thumb across my bottom lip, pulling it out from between my teeth. “You've got a naughty smirk on. What are you thinking?”

  “I'm naked in your bed; it's hard not to think about naughty things.”

  “Once your ass is warm and you've become a melted pile of goo beneath my hands, then we can talk about sexier things.” As he spoke, he trailed the purple falls across my body, circling each of my breasts, and tickling along my shoulders. “This flogger, in particular, is one of my favorite toys. I can flip her across your back and over your ass without hitting vital organs. If you don't like the sensations, let me know.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  God. That title again. Fabian chuckled behind me. The soft swoosh of leather sounded at my back and true to his words the flogger found its perfect rhythm in his hands. The leather stung the full part of my behind but around my shoulders and along my back reminded me of a sensual massage. He mastered the flogger like an artist with a brush and me as his canvas. I relaxed deeper into the rhythmic slaps while tension eased out of me. Melty pile of goo indeed. Fabian planted a kiss on the base of my neck, and my eyes fluttered open. I didn't remember shutting them, but my body hummed with pure bliss.

  “Are you all right?”

  “Yes.” I blinked up at him. “Do you have more toys?”

  “A few more.” Fabian sidled onto the bed and pulled me gently over his lap. He traced a long line down the length of my spine, reaching my ass and pinching my right cheek. “So beautiful,” he muttered.

  “You said that already.”

  “It doesn’t make it any less true.”

  A harsh sting bit into the fullest part of my left cheek, and I yelped at the unexpected pain. An equal sting met the other side. He alternated cheeks, leaving a long pause in between each set. I groaned after a few minutes and shook my head.

  “Leather has a brilliant sting to it, little fawn, but it seems like you enjoy wood much more.”

  I wiggled on his lap, trying not to notice his rock-hard erection pressed against my thighs.

  “Oh, I enjoy wood a lot, Fabian.” My voice came out breathy and full of innuendo.

  “Is that so?” He turned me around but kept me in his lap. “Show me.”

  “May I suck you off?”

  “Yes, but we barely know each other. I can get a condom.”

  “I don't have anything. Once my ex started fooling around on me, I made a point to get tested. It’s been years since I’ve been with anybody.”

  “That was very smart of you. My results are always clean, and I have the documents to prove it.”

  “I'd like to taste you without a barrier, but if we have sex, I mean if that's on the table, uh…” I got all flustered and lost my train of thought. “You know?”

  “Wrap your sexy mouth around my cock and don't stop until I tell you to.”

  Holy fuck. I tugged his shorts down and off his legs then traced the head of his dick through his gray boxer briefs. I got distracted with his muscles as much as the silvery scars which extended down over his hip bone and lower to his thighs. I ran my fingernails over the beginning of the scar.

  “You're not doing as I told you.”

  “Sorry, Sir.”

  I stopped exploring his body and urged his cock out of the cloth briefs. It didn't need much coaxing, and I took his hardness into my mouth. Fabian grunted when I went deeper and cupped my hand under his balls, stroking lightly. His right hand found my left and he intertwined our fingers. I sucked hard and soft, fast then slow, while moving up and down his shaft and licking around the head. He tasted amazing, and though I was no blow job goddess, his moans of pleasure fueled me in a way I hadn't been pushed before. I released him from my mouth and looked up at him.

  “Oh my god, Hadley,” he growled. “Keep going.”

  “My mouth is tired.” I smirked.

  “Put your tongue back where it was or I'm going to tie your hands behind you to prevent you from moving so freely.”

  “You can't move right now so I'm not really worried.”

  “You little brat.” Fabian tucked himself into his boxers. “You asked for it.”

  My heartbeat pounded against my chest loud and fast from the anticipation of his next move. I had the good sense to remain quiet as he got off the bed and went to his closet, rummaging around for restraints of some sort. He returned with gorgeous black leather cuffs adorned with silver studs. I only had a moment to admire them before Fabian clasped each of my hands behind me and, as promised, bound my wrists together. He smacked my ass twice for good measure.

  “Naughty thing.” He removed the boxers completely this time and situated me between his legs. “Suck me off, and don't stop this time unless I say so.”

  I pursed my lips but dared not open my mouth except to slide his hardness inside. It was surprisingly easy to suck on him in this position, though it was unusual because I couldn't touch him at all. He tangled his fingers into the base of my ponytail, pulling and massaging my hair and head as I went down on him. I knew he was getting close when his fingers stilled. I sucked him deeper into my throat, while feeling like the queen of oral.

  “Do you want me to fuck you, Hadley?”

  I glanced up the long line of his body, finding his eyes and meeting his stare. He told me to suck him until he said stop so how could I answer him? He understood the unspoken question and smirked down at me.

  “There are condoms in the drawer of the nightstand. Go get one.”

  I let his cock slip out from between my lips. “Yes, but I need my hands freed.”

  “Find a way.”

  He was mean. Bossy and mean!

  I glared at him as I rolled off the bed, gently as to not jostle my ankle, and got to the nightstand. It had two small knobs on either side with a hanging metal loop in the middle. Huffing, I bent down and stuck the metal loop into my mouth, pulling on it with the force from my head. The loop slipped out and the drawer didn't budge. I shot a look at Fabian who had positioned himself on his side to watch me like one would observe a sporting event while he stroked his cock, keeping it hard for us.

  “If you're determined enough, sweetheart, you'll get that drawer open.”

  Daggers flew out of my eyes and I turned toward the stand again. My ponytail was suddenly yanked. My head jerked backward until his mouth was at my ear.

  “Look at me like that again, little fawn, and I'll punish the tight ring of your ass before you're allowed to come again. Do you understand?”

  I whimpered.

  “Yes or no?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good.” Fabian released the hold on my hair and kissed my cheek. “Let's see how badly you want to feel me inside of you.”

  “Very much so.”

  “We’ll see.”

  I went for the knob on the far side this time, choosing to place my entire mouth over it. I tugged it open on one side and quickly saw what it would take to get the drawer open enough to find a packet. I dropped to my knees and did the same motion with the other knob. Back and forth I went, bobbing my head as I went faster, until the edge of a silver packet came into view. Victory! I worked the packet into my teeth, plucked it from the confines of the nightstand, and pushed the drawe
r shut with my chin.

  “Good girl.”

  Fabian took the condom from me and rolled it on. He pulled me up onto the bed and laid me on my back, bringing us closer. This position allowed me to make out the details of the tattoo that almost covered his right arm—his most impressive one by far. A badass snake twisted around a winged staff. The American flag waved in the background along with the numbers 6, 8, and the letter ‘W’. The overall theme exploded with a sense of pride. His left arm boasted a thick strand of barbed wire with bits of our flag woven into it. Super badass. I’d have to ask him his opinion about where to get a tattoo. I’d wanted one for ages but hadn’t gotten the nerve. There were so many tempting spots to stroke but my hands were firmly locked behind me.

  “Do you want to stop, Hadley? You’ve disappeared in your head.” He tapped the side of my forehead with his pointer finger.

  “Oh, um, no. I was checking out your ink, which made me want to touch you. Can you please free my hands, Sir?”

  “You’ve got other ways to touch me.” He parted my legs with the base of his hand and flicked my tiny pleasure nub once. I ground my ass into the mattress, but the movement caused pinpricks of pain to spark and several groans fell out of my lips.

  “Please, Sir?”

  “Nope.”

  “Pretty, pretty, please?” One hard slap bounced off my mound, and the edge of his palm caught the beginning of my pussy lips. “Oh!”

  “The consequences of your actions were spelled out. You picked this outcome. The cuffs will come off when I say so. Unless your fingers go numb, don’t ask again.”

  “Ye-yes, Sir.”

  Fabian lifted one of my legs in his right hand and plunged into my slick channel. I moaned, desperately wanting to touch him. He moved in and out of my heated core, filling me all the way before sliding out again. He took me hard and then slow, alternating the pace.

  I writhed under the bulk of his frame, unable to do much else. Fabian nibbled at the base of my throat, licking passionately in his journey to my mouth. Once he got there, he lifted his hand to cup my cheek and kissed me softly. It was so unexpected. The roughness of his actions, combined with the gentleness from his touches, made me cry. Warm, wet tears fell down my cheeks as emotions flooded my heart.

  “Are you all right, little fawn?”

  “I've-I've never been kissed like that before.”

  “A terrible oversight. One I hope to remedy for as long as you stay.”

  “What happens after I leave?” I barely whispered my terrible question, one that had been assaulting my brain the past few days. I'd gotten attached to this stranger who treated me with more respect and kindness than any other man in my life ever had.

  “I can't predict the future, Hadley, but it's been a long time since I've kissed anyone. I'll spank for a scene or tie somebody up for fun, but I've broken my own rule. I should have asked to kiss you, but you were playing with your lip and I couldn't refrain from tasting you.” He rubbed his thumb over my mouth. “Hearing you whimper and moan for me is addictive.”

  “I really like your kisses.”

  “I really like kissing you.”

  Fabian kissed me again, and we made out while he pumped in and out of me. He had some serious stamina! I clenched around his cock, which sank deeper with each thrust, until he reached his peak. Sweat dripped off his brow, and his muscles relaxed as he pulled out. He disposed of the condom quickly and got back on top of me. Grinning wickedly, he dipped his head down and kissed my clit with as much passion as he had my mouth.

  “Holy fuck, Sir.” I came hard and my muscles relaxed into jelly. He turned me over and unlocked the cuffs from my wrists, rubbing each one in his hand and rotating them gently.

  “Don't try to move your hands yet.” Planting a kiss on my tailbone, he then rolled me onto my back. “The circulation needs to return.”

  “My body feels like it’s made of pudding.” I giggled.

  “Mmm.” He licked my collarbone. “You taste so much sweeter.”

  “Can you answer my question now?”

  “I'll do my best.” Fabian wrapped his arms around me and I snuggled into his side. “Let's enjoy our time together, away from the mundane stresses of everyday life. If you want to pursue a relationship after you get back home, I'm willing to explore the possibilities with you.”

  Ugh. That wasn't the answer I wanted. He probably thought he was keeping things real and honest by leaving it all open-ended but after our amazing time together, it could also be that he thought I was too much to handle. I'd heard such a thing before from a few ex-boyfriends, but he was the first Dom I'd ever been with. Maybe he could handle what no other man had dared to try.

  “Don't frown, little fawn.” He tapped my nose. “I'm not saying no, but once you return to your job and surround yourself with your friends and family, your time out here might be nothing more than a passing memory. I don't want you to spend the next week fretting about it. Be here, in the moment with me, Hadley. I love spending time with you.”

  I impulsively kissed him again, wrapped up in all the emotions pouring out of me. His hands roamed over my body as he claimed my mouth. I wouldn’t have been surprised if afterwards I found a seal on my tongue stating, “Property of Fabian”. His kisses needed a classification of their own. I broke away first and nuzzled up to him.

  “Will you tell me how you got those scars?”

  “Ever inquisitive, even after all the fun we just had.” He sighed. “It’s not a pretty story, little fawn.”

  “I’m a good listener if you want to share, but I’m not trying to pry.”

  “I was overseas on a mission and my patrol found a patch of land mines. We had been exceptionally careful up till then, but when your medic gets blown up, it throws the rest of the mission off.”

  “I can’t even imagine how horrible that must have been!” I perched up on one elbow. “Were you scared?”

  “I didn’t really have time to be scared in the moment. I was supposed to be there in case anything went haywire but wound up as the patient. Talking my brothers through my own medical emergency wasn’t a pleasant experience, to say the least, but they stopped the bleeding and got to me back to camp. I survived because of them.”

  “Thank goodness. What happened after that?”

  “I was sent home for months of physical therapy and rehabilitation. Got some shiny medals, but the trauma lasted. I was furious at myself for getting hurt.”

  “You didn’t do anything wrong,” I protested softly. “You were in a combat zone.”

  “I hid out in some dark places while I healed. It took a while to forgive myself for something that was out of my control.”

  “Did Zeus help you recover?”

  “Yeah, actually he did. I adopted him as a puppy, at the suggestion of one of my counselors, though since I was barely taking care of myself, I didn’t think it was a great idea.” His hand rubbed along my body as he talked, comforting me while putting me into a deeper state of relaxation.

  “I was able get out of the hole I crawled into because of Zeus. He gave me a reason to care again, and even though it was a long road, I’m better because of it.”

  “Were you into BDSM stuff before you were in the Army?”

  “Sort of. I enlisted while I was in high school and I found a name for the things I was into during my first tour. How about you?”

  “It’s always fascinated me, even before I knew what it was. I’ve spent years devouring every romance novel about Daddies and Doms I can get my hands on, but my relationships haven’t been so great. I’ve been searching for something more.”

  “I truly hope you don’t have to search anymore.”

  “Me too.”

  We laid in bed for a while, simply being in each other’s presence and sharing stories — the good, the bad, and the ugly. The more time we spent together, the more I realized how fantastic a pair we made. Fabian countered every theory I put out there, held similar interests in movies, music, and te
levision, and caught all of my off-the-wall references. Wherever he had been my whole life wasn’t important. He was in my life now, and it was the beginning of a new chapter.

  One afternoon with Fabian brought me more pleasure and comfort than I’d had in the past several years. It was going to be so hard to leave, but the promise of something bigger fueled me forward. We were meant to meet, and I was excited to see where our chance meeting brought us.

  Chapter Four

  The front door opened and closed and Zeus barked happily. Fabian had gone out to run errands since we had been stuck with no access to town for a few days. I used the time to repay his hospitality by cooking. He poked his head into the kitchen and sniffed.

  “What smells delicious?”

  “I made Chicken Parmesan for dinner.” I glanced around the expanse of his kitchen. Every counter was covered in flour, breadcrumbs, or spices along with bits and pieces of food, and the container of eggs sat on the counter. I’d breaded and baked chicken breasts in order to prepare my favorite dish, but I hated the mess left in its wake. “I'll clean it up.”

  “Sure, but I'm not mad about the mess.” Fabian crossed his arms over his chest. “You were supposed to stay off your feet.”

  “It's not like it’s a rule. Besides, my foot feels better.”

  “We don't know each other well enough for rules, little fawn.”

  “You mentioned them like a bunch of times.” I wiped my face, realizing I had flour covered hands too late. It felt gross on my cheeks, and I added a mental note to wash up. “You've been wanting to spank me again. Boom. There's your reason.”

  “It doesn't work like that. Yes, I want to spank you again, but not for a punishment unless you leave me little choice.” Fabian bridged the gap between us and placed a hand on each of my shoulders. “I mentioned rules but you're leaving in a few days. It doesn't mean we can't discuss them sometime in the future, but it takes a lot of communication while you get used to them. We don't have enough time to iron it all out.” His eyes drooped slightly, and he looked sad at the prospect of me leaving. I felt the tug on my heartstrings, but I was in battle mode.

 

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