Blissfully Hers: Bliss Series, Book Seven

by Hall, Deanndra

  “Sure.”

  Her hand comes up and she cups a palm against my cheek. “I feel drawn to you. You’re like a colorful butterfly in a room full of wasps.” I close my eyes and I can feel tears trying to leak out. “Look at me,” she orders, and I open my eyes to find her still smiling into them. “You’re a beautiful soul, Brandt. I’m not passing you on to another Dominatrix. I’m keeping you all to myself.”

  Well, fuck me, what just happened here? That butterfly she just mentioned flutters inside my chest and I can’t help but smile back. God, she’s beautiful, just radiant. “I’d like that very much,” I whisper.

  Without warning, she rises and sits astride my lap. Those strong arms wrap around my neck and this time when her lips meet mine, it’s a different kind of kiss, one that makes even the hair on my head stand at attention. I can feel my cock stiffening, but she doesn’t reach down to touch it. Instead, she just scoots farther up my lap so it’s trapped between my belly and her latex catsuit, and when my arms wrap around her waist, I swear I hear her purr. Those lips don’t leave mine even though her body leans back, and I wonder what’s going on until I feel her hands working. Her zippers. She’s trying to get her zippers undone. I pull back and ask her, “Mistress, would you like for me to do that for you?”

  There’s a fire in her eyes that I haven’t seen before. “Yes. I would. Please.” Then she stands.

  I drop to my knees, grateful for her permission. I want to see her, all of her, there in the lamplight in that little room. The suit unzips straight down the front to the pubic bone, and then the bottom unzips with two zippers right straight in the middle of the inseam on either side. Unzipping them opens the insides of the suit’s legs and in seconds, all that latex is dangling from her waist. She slips off her shoes as I work the suit down over her hips. When it reaches her knees, it falls free.

  Oh my god, she’s beautiful. Her nipples aren’t large, but they’re very hard and puckered into stems that I can almost taste. I don’t know what to do, and it occurs to me that she’s my mistress―it’s her decision. “Mistress, what do you want me to do for you?”

  With the grace and litheness of a cat, she crawls up onto the bed on all fours, then reclines on her elbows, those beautiful tits drooping just slightly. Elbows still on the bed, she points with her index fingers at her nipples. “Would you like to play with these?”

  The lick of my lips is involuntary. “Yes. Very much.”

  “Then work them over. Make me moan.”

  I can’t move fast enough, and in seconds I’ve got one between my teeth and the other between my thumb and forefinger, and the gasps she lets loose make my dick throb. Jesus, she’s amazing. Every nip of my teeth pulls a moan from her. Every twist with my thumb and finger pulls a groan from her. When I do both together, she gasps loudly again, and I look up to find her looking straight down into my face, mouth open and panting, eyes intense, and hands clutching the rungs in the headboard. My teeth lock around her nipple and pull it outward, then let it snap back, and that frees my mouth to say, “What else can I do for you, mistress?”

  “Keep working them over and give me an orgasm with your free hand. Alternate with finger fucking me. Drive me wild, submissive.”

  “Yes, mistress.” I have to reposition myself, so I press her thighs open, kneel between them, and go to work. It takes me a minute, but I manage to set up a rhythmic circling of her clit with my thumb while my index and middle fingers slip in and out of her wetness, and boy, it’s super wet. When my teeth nip her hard little bud again, her back arches. “Ohhhhh, yeah. God, that’s good.” That makes me smile. This is what she wants. I’m doing something I’ve never done before.

  I’m satisfying a woman.

  Holy hell. I had no idea it would be this awesome. I mean, Mona didn’t give a shit about sex one way or another, but Danielle’s eating up the attention I’m giving her body and begging for more. I feel the need to ask if I’m doing okay, but I’m not sure how to go about that without interrupting her … groove? Is that what I should call it? I have no idea. “Mistress? Harder? Faster? Deeper? Tell me what you want.”

  “Just keep going. You’re doing … aww, yeah, so good. Faster on my clit, babe, please? Oh, yeah,” she says as I give up the finger fucking and just start working that little nub over. “Oh, shit. Yeah. Oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhh …” Her back bows, her hips thrust, and all the muscles in her belly tighten as my fingers keep working. “Shit! Shit, shit, shit! Oh, god, Brandt, stop!”

  And I do. “Yes, mistress?”

  Those dark eyes bore into me. “Fuck me. Hard. I need that cock inside me.”

  “Yes, mistress.” I press the head of my manhood against her slit, then push.

  “Oh my god!” she screams out and clutches the headboard rungs. I just groan. Fuck, she’s so tight and hot and wet. When I pull back and power in again, she murmurs, “Oh, yeah. You’re big and hard. So good, Brandt, so good. Fuck me, baby. Hard and fast.”

  I go to town on her, but I’m not thinking about how it feels. I’m thinking about what she’s doing, the sounds she’s making, the way her body is moving. I change position just a little and she cries out, so I think that must be good. We’ve been at it for a few minutes when she says, “Change up.”

  I have no idea what she means, but she pulls away and presses against me, her back to my front. We’re sort of on our sides, and her upper leg bends upward, her foot on my hip. “Get your pelvis under me and fuck up into me. Come on.” Got it. Once I’m inside her again, I look down.

  Aww, hell. I can see her clit and her cunt, and I can see my cock slamming in and drawing out of her. It’s got to be the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. My lower arm wraps around her, thumb and forefinger gripping a nipple, and the upper arm slips under her raised leg so I can reach her clit. When I start to stroke it, she goes wild. “Jesus, Brandt! Oh, god, fuck me. Fuck me hard! Yeah! Just like that! Oh, shit, you’ve got a big, hard cock, baby. Yeah. Look at that. Oh, god, watching your cock fucking me is so amazing, baby. Harder, Brandt. Fuck me harder. Ohhhhh, my god, yeah.”

  I’m overwhelmed by the sight. I haven’t watched much porn, but if it was this good, I’d watch it all the time. She’s shaved bare, all her pinkness open to me, and her juices are wet and wild and everywhere as my shaft pistons in and out of her. The whole bed is shaking and it almost makes me laugh with glee. And then my dick hardens even more with my next thought.

  I’m fucking my mistress. I’m making her happy. She’s getting off on the things I’m doing. Holy shit, I’m a submissive who knows how to please his Domme. This … this is what I’ve wanted, what I’ve craved. Her head drops back onto my shoulder and I kiss her cheek. When I do, she turns her head and catches my lips with hers, our tongues lashing together, our breathing labored and raspy. When she breaks the kiss, she stares up into my eyes. “Come for me, submissive. Give me that load of cum you’re holding for me. I know it’s there, Brandt. I want it inside me. Now. Give it to me.”

  My god, I didn’t know my balls could get that hard and draw up that fast. The pain is excruciating, my cock stiffening more, everything in my belly engorged and trying to explode. “Oh. Oh, god. Oh, mistress, I … Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” I hear myself cry out as I empty into her.

  “Ohhhhhh, yeah,” she whispers and I feel her clamp down around me as I keep pumping into her. “Oh, yeah, babe. That’s it. Fuck it into me nice and hard. Yes. Yes, yes, yes. Oh, shit.”

  Two seconds later, we’re flat on our backs, both of us panting, my cock limp as a noodle. I know she’s got at least a quarter of a cup of cum inside her. There are so many things I want to say to her, and I’m guessing none of them would be appropriate because they’re all way too emotional. I settle for, “Ohhh, mistress. I hope I pleased you.”

  She starts to laugh. “Please me? Dear god, Brandt, you fucked the hell out of me. I loved it. There’s only one last thing I want you to do.”

  I roll to look down into her face, my upper body brac
ed with my elbow. “Yes, mistress?”

  “Taste yourself in my pussy.” For a second, I think I’ve misunderstood her, but she says, “Go on. Get down there and lick me.”

  That’s not what I thought she was going to say, I have to admit, but I do as I’m told. Her slit is bright pink from the fucking I gave her. I lean down and lick from just above her asshole upward to her clit and I get a big surprise.

  I don’t just taste me. I taste her too. I taste us―together. Our juices are mingled into one, and it tastes completely different than I’d imagined. The words I whisper are unintentional, but I can’t hold them back: “Oh, god, we taste so good together.”

  “Get it all over your lips, babe. Then come up here and kiss me. I want to taste it too.”

  This time when our lips touch, something’s different. It means something. I can feel it. I don’t know if she can, but I can. Her arms encircle my neck, mine encircle her waist, and we drink each other in―literally. When I finally break the kiss, I smile down at her. “How was that?”

  “How was that? I’ll tell you how that was.” She presses me back into the pillows, climbs up, and stretches her length out on top of me, her legs falling to either side of my hips, our bellies touching, those beautiful breasts pressing into my chest. “Tell me now: Do you want to be mine?”

  There are no words to describe the happiness I feel, the joy welling in my chest, the peace that invades my mind. I don’t want to cry, but the emotions I feel are amazing. “Oh, god, yes, mistress,” I whisper to her, and I can feel my eyes filling. “Yes, I want to be yours. I don’t want another Domme. I only want you.”

  She presses her palms to my cheeks, holding my face tenderly, and looks straight into my eyes. “We have something here, Brandt. I took you on because you need me. But I realized as we were making … having sex that I need you too.” Was she about to say making love? I think she was. And if she wasn’t?

  Oh, trust me, she might not have said it this time, but she will. I don’t know how long it will take, but she will. I’ll see to it. I’m going to make this woman fall in love with me. I want her. I need her. I’m already falling for her.

  She relaxes on top of me, my arms wrapped around her waist, and lets her head drop onto my shoulder. I’m so glad my hands aren’t bound. This was what I wanted before, to be able to hold her. I give her a few minutes, then roll us to our sides, and she curls against my chest and sighs. Fingers stroking through that thick, dark hair, I kiss her forehead and listen to her sigh again. It seems a sure bet that she’s dropping off to sleep, and I whisper to her, “I need you too, Danielle. You can’t imagine how much.”

  The surprise is when she answers me. “I need you so much more than you need me. You have no idea.” I just squeeze her a little tighter and let myself relax.

  I have a Dominatrix. I’m her submissive. And of the two of us, I think I got the best end of the bargain.

  * * *

  “Brandt? Babe, wake up. We’ve got to leave. Somebody just knocked on the door, so I think Dave’s trying to close up.”

  “What time is it?”

  “It’s about a quarter to eleven.”

  “Holy hell! We’ve been asleep for a while.”

  “Yeah. Come on. Get dressed.” She’s already got her street clothes back on and she’s packing her stuff up in her bag. I hear they’re called gig bags. See? I’m learning the lingo!

  “Mistress, I could’ve done that for you. I would’ve been happy to,” I say as I sit up and pull on my boxer briefs.

  “I know. But you looked so peaceful there. I really didn’t want to wake you, but we have to go.” I’m almost finished dressing when she gets everything together, and she waits while I pull on my socks and shoes, then fasten my belt. Before I can start to button my shirt, she reaches for my hands, drops them to my sides, and begins buttoning it for me. “Your chest is so beautiful,” she whispers and kisses my sternum before she buttons two more buttons.

  “Thank you, mistress,” I whisper back, then kiss her forehead.

  “You’re welcome. There. All finished,” she says and pats the fabric at my collarbone. There’s a steely glint in her eyes when she says, “On your knees, presentation pose.” I drop instantly and assume the position. “So beautiful, submissive.”

  “Thank you, mistress. You’re gorgeous yourself, mistress.”

  “Thank you. Brandt?” I lift my head and look up into her face. “You were amazing tonight. I wish it didn’t have to end. Maybe soon we’ll be able to spend the night together. I’d like that very much.”

  “I would too, mistress.” She bends down to kiss me and all those feelings crash over me again. “I’ll miss you until next time.”

  “And I’ll miss you. Come on. Rise. We’ve got to go.” When I stand, she moves toward the door. “Brandt, I … I’ll call or text you tomorrow, okay?”

  “Of course.” When she opens the door, I blurt out, “Danielle?” Fear that she’ll be angry with me for using her name is washed away by the softness in her eyes when she turns. “Please, let me know that you got home safely?”

  Reaching out to cup my cheek again, she leans in and kisses my lips lightly. “I will do that, and thanks for caring, sweet boy. Talk to you in a little bit.”

  I follow her silently to the parking lot and make note of her car. She drives a light-colored Saab, its true color undiscernible in the darkness behind the building, and it occurs to me that I have no idea what she does for a living. I’m betting she knows what I do just from talking to Brian. As soon as she’s in the car and locked in, she turns and waves to me, and I smile and give her a nod back before I slide into my sedan.

  My drive home is almost effortless, because I’m pretty sure my car is floating on air. I know I am. Somebody took my parking space at the apartment complex, and I’m cursing under my breath all the way to my door from halfway down the block where I had to park. I’ve barely gotten inside when my phone rings and I hit ACCEPT. “Hey!”

  “Hi. It’s me. I’m in and locked up tight. You okay?”

  “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

  “Subdrop. But we really didn’t do anything that intense, so you shouldn’t have that problem. Just checking.”

  “Nothing that intense? What would you call that?” I say, laughing.

  “Intense in a painful way. But yeah, I guess that was pretty intense,” she says, and I can hear her snicker.

  “But it was still awesome. So thanks, mistress.”

  “Please. Call me Danielle on the phone. That way we can talk anywhere and don’t have to worry about others hearing us.”

  “Works for me. Speaking of work, where do you work?”

  It’s quiet for a few seconds before she answers, “Um, I’m a high school teacher.”

  Well, that’s a surprise. “No shit?”

  “No shit. Physics and chemistry.”

  “Wow!”

  “And you work for Boone, right?”

  “Yeah. I’m taking care of his logistics, but I also do some simple legal work for him. I was pre-law before I went into the ministry.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah. Our dad is an attorney.”

  “Didn’t know that! Well, aren’t we the pair?” she says and laughs.

  “Yep.”

  “I should probably get to bed. I have to be at school by seven, and that comes early. Goodnight, babe. Get some rest. I’ll text or call when I leave the school tomorrow.”

  “Okay. Sounds good. Night, Danielle. Sleep tight.”

  The phone goes silent in my hand and I smile. She’s a high school teacher. Never would’ve guessed that. This has been an amazing evening.

  I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.

  Chapter Three

  “What do you mean, they don’t know where it is?” Boone asks, his eyes wide.

  “That’s what they’re saying. They don’t know where it is. The driver left out of there Monday afternoon, and they haven’t seen or heard from him since ye
sterday.” We’ve got a tractor-trailer rig full of kayaks missing. Missing, as in dropped-off-the-face-of-the-earth missing. I cannot fathom how that happens, but apparently it can.

  “Do they have GPS tracking on the truck?”

  “Yes, but it appears the engine isn’t running, and that means there’s no power going to it, so they can’t find it.”

  “Where was he the last time they talked to him?”

  “Somewhere near Yuma.”

  “Huh.” We both stand there for a minute or two, brains rolling. “Have they called anybody?”

  “Not that I’m aware of.”

  Boone runs a hand down over his face and then says, “Okay. We’ve got a dog in this fight because we’ve already paid for those kayaks. Call the Arizona Highway Patrol and tell them the situation. We need to find that truck. If you don’t hear from them by tomorrow morning, we need to get a chopper in the air and see if we can find any trace of that thing.”

  “Gotcha. And how would we do that?”

  “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Let me know what the highway patrol says, please,” he says as he strides out of the office. We’ve got that store opening in Santa Fe and no kayaks. With its proximity to the Santa Fe National Forest, those will be in high demand, and we really need them for the grand opening.

  Thirty minutes later, I have the assurance of the highway patrol that they’ll keep an eye out but they really don’t know what else to do. Not a lot of help there. When I tell Boone, he just shakes his head and walks out. It’s frustrating as hell.

  Ten minutes later, my phone rings. I’m hoping it’s the highway patrol, but it’s not. “Hey! Have a good day at work?” I ask when I answer.