Her Lawful Master (Pleasure Island Book 4)

by Anya Summers

  “How many siblings do you have?” Theo asked, taking a swallow of his wine and finishing his glass.

  “Two younger sisters. We’re all California girls, at least at heart. JoAnn moved with her husband, Todd, to New Mexico a while back for his job. And then the baby of our family, Christina, lives in San Diego with her husband, Julian.”

  “Are you close?”

  “Yes, we are. Mom lives near Christina, but our Dad died three years ago.”

  “Sorry, I know how that is. Both my parents are gone, Mum just two years ago, and they never gave me any brothers or sisters. I think they tried but Mum had a hard time with my delivery and it messed her body up a bit. They were wonderful, devoted to each other, and to me. She would have liked you, I think,” Theo said, pushing his empty plate back.

  Warmth suffused Piper at his words. “I’m sure, given how well she did with you, that she was an incredible woman.”

  “That she was.”

  Beth intervened then and asked, “Can I get you any dessert this evening, Sir?”

  “Piper?” Theo asked, still holding her hand in his.

  “No, thank you. I’m stuffed.” And there was still food left over on her plate. She’d rather make Theo her dessert, but she wasn’t going to say that in front of Beth.

  Theo glanced at Beth with a congenial smile and said, “I think that will be it for the evening. If you could charge the bill to my lodgings, please?”

  “Certainly, Sir. Let me get the bill for you to sign-off on.” Beth left and headed to one of the registers behind the bar area.

  “Thank you, Sir. Dinner was lovely.” The night had exceeded Piper’s expectations. It was one she’d remember and cherish long after their time together had come to a close. The thought of not seeing him after this week made her chest ache. Before Piper could say anything more, Beth returned to their table with the check and handed it to Theo. He flipped the black leather book open and signed the bill before passing it back to Beth.

  And then he gave Piper a hungry, sensual glance and asked, “Ready?”

  For him, she was beyond ready for anything he might have in mind. She wanted to thank him, show her appreciation for the night. And not because she felt she owed him, but because she wanted him, wanted to submit to his dark desires all night long.

  “Yes,” she murmured, accepting his hand as he helped her from the chair. He led her out of the restaurant, placing his hand against her lower back, and just that simple touch ignited a slow burn in her blood. They rode the elevator down in companionable silence and then exited the hotel when the doors slid open on the ground level.

  Theo steered her toward the bank of golf carts.

  “I will follow behind you in my cart to your place,” he said after depositing her inside hers.

  “That would be nice,” she said, her blood pressure spiking at the promise of the upcoming decadence. She started the cart with a sigh, and drove with Theo tailing her, his headlights flashing in her rear-view mirror.

  He’d shifted her paradigm tonight. Piper grappled with what it meant for her and her life. Did it mean that she could be more of a ‘normal’ submissive? Could she start engaging more at Dungeon Pleasures in Pasadena? Or was her ability to do a scene related to Theo? Was it his touch that had engendered her transformation tonight? It had been one mini-scene. She shouldn’t allow herself to get excited over just one small victory and get ahead of herself. Just that morning, she’d had a full-blown episode. The first in almost a year. Maybe if she performed ten or twenty or more complete scenes with no regressions, then perhaps she could break out the champagne and consider taking it one step further.

  But she couldn’t downplay the importance of tonight, either. It all revolved around Theo and how he made her feel. Safe. Even with her episode that morning. She’d already been fighting her anxiety before he’d made it onto the beach. And yes, it had happened because she’d allowed herself to feel for him and surrendered herself completely last night. It was not his fault, but hers—and her own messed up psyche.

  Yet she’d enjoyed every minute of her submission.

  Theo had brought her back from the brink of madness and terror. There were few people in her life who even knew about her episodes, and most didn’t have any knowledge or experience of how to bring her out of one. Yet Theo had battered against her terror until he reached her, pulling her to safety and holding her until the storm of her past abated.

  He may be a bit of a stuffy Brit but he was also dedicated, sturdy, and an altogether decent man. The fact that he had kept his lifestyle apart from his home life for his son. That amazed Piper. She didn’t expect generosity of spirit and self-sacrifice from a Master, especially one who was such a traditionalist and stickler for rules. And as someone who had made it her life’s work to capture a person’s character through her telephoto lenses, she was aware that honorable, kind men like him didn’t come along every day.

  The man was layers deep, with a keen mind and a wholly sensual nature that he had no trouble unleashing around her. Would he want more tonight? Could she convince him to join her in her villa? She parked the cart and disembarked, waiting for him near the elevator to do the same. Shivers raced along her spine. Did he have more planned, or was he just dropping her at her place like on a traditional, vanilla date?

  In the shadowed light, Theo appeared downright wicked as he approached her. His desire was clear and written all over his face. He had no intention of leaving her alone tonight.

  Chapter 8

  Theo invaded her space. With his large body, he backed her into the elevator and slapped the interior button to ascend but never stopped moving and pressed her up against the wall. Her body purred as he claimed her lips.

  His sinful mouth ravaged hers as the elevator took them up to her place. She leaned in to him, hungry for more of his touch. The man kissed her with his entire being, ensuring she felt every tendril and spark of kinetic energy as it flowed between them. Need erupted inside her as she returned his passionate kiss. Piper exulted in being able to touch him, in the fact that her hands weren’t restrained so she could feel his power and potency. Her hands worked at the buttons on his dress shirt, yearning to feel his chest, his body, all of him beneath her touch. She wanted to commit him to memory, to remember when she was home in Santa Barbara, alone and needing sustenance.

  He growled into her mouth as she teased the flat disks of his nipples, scratching her nails through his pelt of dark hair. Theo hoisted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her from the elevator. He made a direct beeline for her bed, stripping her dress off over her head as he transported them with his determined stride.

  Hurry, hurry, hurry.

  The words played in her mind like a mantra. Piper was beyond ready, needing to feel him. She shoved at his dress coat and shirt, nearly ripping them from him in her impatience.

  He chuckled roguishly at her eagerness as he released her mouth. She whined in protest. Then he tugged her nipple into his mouth as he lay her down on the bed. She arched her back, feeding him her mound of flesh. Her fingers slid into his feather-soft dark hair, holding his lips at her breast. Christ, the man had a talented mouth. Desire raced through her veins.

  Theo released her breast. He hovered over her, the sensual hunger in his expression causing every nerve ending in her body to tremble in anticipation. But it had become more than just scratching an itch for Piper. Theo moved her, not just with his touch, but with who he was at the core of his being. Her hand caressed his cheek, marveling over the strength in his jawline, marveling at him, and knowing deep inside that there was no place else she’d rather be. He gripped her hand, placing a tender kiss in her palm and rubbing his stubble-lined jaw against it.

  Then Theo acted like an explorer, caressing, tasting, and nibbling on every part of her body. He suckled her neglected breast until that nipple pointed proudly toward the ceiling from his attention. He nibbled on the delicate undersides of her breasts, teasing her with h
is tongue. Placing playful love bites over her abdomen, Theo monitored her every reaction to his touch.

  By the time his dark head was hovering between her splayed thighs, Piper’s blood was humming in eagerness. Her arousal and awareness of Theo were tantamount. The world outside her bedroom could be sinking into the ocean, with the world under attack by space aliens, and she wouldn’t know it. In the confines of her bedroom, they built a new world where it was only the two of them and the pleasure they sought together. Theo teased her inner thighs, playfully tickling her flesh and she squealed, “Theo, Sir.”

  He chuckled, giving her a rakish, wicked glance full of sensual intent. Then his mouth descended.

  “Oh god,” she cried, and her head fell back against the sheets as his mouth latched on to her clitoris with such ferocity, her body coiled and spun into intoxicating pleasure that revved her body into a near trance-like, euphoric state where only pleasure existed. Her legs fell open further, granting him an all-access pass. She thrust her hips as her need spiraled higher. He found that one spot as he stroked her that drove her over the edge of reason.

  “Theo, Sir, oh god,” she moaned, writhing beneath his deft touch. She grabbed at the sheets as he held her hips steady, not letting her escape his carnal caress. Piper strained, her body drawn taut as her passion escalated into mindless territory. Her entire being was Theo’s to command, and it didn’t bother her. Not. One. Bit.

  “Ah, Sir!” She arched her back as ecstasy blasted her system and her body shook with the force of her climax. But Theo didn’t stop eating her as he made her pussy his banquet. He had discovered a new way to torture her, by relentlessly giving her mind-blowing oral sex and not stopping.

  Piper climaxed beneath his mouth again and again. Her clit became so swollen from his arduous attentions, the tiny bud ached. It had to stop—she needed his cock, needed to feel him inside her. Her body rent asunder with her latest climax, she finally caved.

  She begged and nearly wept, “Please, Sir, please fuck me. I can’t take any more. Please.”

  Theo lifted his head from between her thighs, his chin coated with her cream. “Took you long enough, love—not that I mind, as I could eat your sweet cunt all night long.”

  Then it dawned on her. This had been another lesson. He’d been waiting for her to ask him for what she wanted. She shook her head at her own stubbornness. Theo rose and knelt back on his haunches, his erection jutting and waving at her. She licked her lips, yearning to taste the drop of cum leaking from his crest.

  “Another time, Piper, I will let you suck my dick all you want. I need to feel your pussy too badly right now. On your hands and knees, I want to watch that gorgeous ass of yours as I fuck you,” he commanded, his accent thick with his desire.

  Piper needed no urging. She rolled onto her hands and knees, presenting him with her backside, lifting her rear up. Theo grasped the two halves of her ass, massaging the globes, tracing the outline of her tattoo, and teasing her with his dick. He rubbed his length through her labia, parting the lips of her sex. She whined at the feel of his crown sliding through her swollen folds, and dug her hands into the mattress.

  “Sir, please. Please fuck me,” she begged, beyond reason or shame. Her body was engulfed in a passion so potent, all she could think about was feeling him pound away inside her. She canted her hips, needing more friction, more everything from him.

  “Since you asked so nicely, how could I refuse?” The smooth head of his shaft pressed against her entry. She moaned as Theo’s hands held her steady as he penetrated her. She groaned. He felt so damn good. The way his cock filled her, encountering no resistance as he thrust forward until his balls pressed against her engorged clit.

  Then, while he was fully embedded in her pussy, his right hand smacked her butt cheek. Her walls clenched around his shaft and pleasure ricocheted through her. He did it again, and she keened. And again. Piper grunted, her body engulfed in pleasure-pain so acute, it was as though she existed in another world. At the next thwack of his hand, Piper’s body imploded.

  “Sir, oh god,” she wailed, her body trembling, her pussy clasping at his cock. And only then did he start shuttling his length in and out of her channel. He held her hips steady as he set a bruising rhythm. Piper dug her fingers deeper into the mattress, holding on as he hammered his shaft. She knew she’d have bruises on her hips from where his fingers dug in, holding her body in place. But she didn’t care. She reveled in his unrestrained passion as he brutally pumped his hips, pounding his flesh inside her. The bed shook from his hard thrusts. Or maybe that was her—she didn’t care, as long as he didn’t stop.

  Piper’s body spiraled higher and higher. She knew she could only hold on a little longer. “Sir, please,” she whined.

  His large hands moved and gripped her shoulders, the new angle making her eyes roll back in her head. He grunted as his tempo increased and he jack hammered his cock inside her quivering depths. Harder, faster, he rammed his shaft, his crown striking the lip of her womb. Theo’s cock swelled in her channel as he pistoned his hips and he growled, “Come for me.”

  He slammed home. Piper keened as stars exploded in her body.

  “Sir!” she screamed as her body exploded in blistering waves of ecstasy so pronounced and deep, Piper was certain the dead could hear her cries.

  “Ah,” Theo bellowed. His body jerked and strained. Hot liquid spurted inside her quaking tissues, setting off another round of pleasure bursts. He thrust as he came, his cock juddering and jolting inside her. Then he leaned forward until his chest was flush against her back, pulling her body close, keeping his softening length buried in her channel as he pulled her down onto her side.

  Theo gently turned her head and claimed her lips in an affectionate kiss, pouring himself into the embrace. When he released her mouth, his heavy-lidded, satisfied gaze studied her, his knuckles softly caressing her cheek. That organ Piper had long denied stood on the ledge… and jumped over the side. As much as she feared it, she couldn’t deny how much she wanted this man. Her eyes grew heavy from her over indulgence in Theo.

  “Sleep, love. I’ll be here in the morning,” he said, kissing her forehead, and settling himself behind her. But he didn’t let her go, holding her within his embrace as she drifted off to sleep.

  A girl could certainly get used to a life like this.

  Chapter 9

  Always an early riser, Piper yawned and stretched, her muscles gloriously achy after last night. She lay flat on her stomach and heard Theo’s deep, even breathing beside her. She shifted her head, pushing her hair away from her face.

  He took her breath away. The lines around his eyes and mouth were softened in sleep, making him look younger. His hair was rumpled and she yearned to run her hands through it. He lay supine on his back, one arm tossed over his head, the other beside his waist. Even asleep, the power and potency of his form didn’t diminish. If anything, it was even more startling in its resiliency as he rested. She had to capture it, him, before she did something stupid like blubber all over him and cuddle him. Piper had to remind herself that the relationship was a mirage. A beautiful, intoxicating one, but a façade that wouldn’t last past this week, even as she secretly wished for more everything with him.

  Piper grabbed her digital camera from the nightstand. She knelt over him, snapping his image. She’d call the photographs ‘A Dom at Rest’ or something of that nature once she’d developed them. At least, that was what she told herself as the camera clicked in her hands. In reality, she wanted to remember this moment, remember him and the way he made her feel after such a long drought of just existing. Piper moved quietly around him, snapping images from different angles. There was one shot she wanted, but was worried about how he would take it. She chewed on her bottom lip for all of two seconds.

  Screw it.

  Piper straddled his waist, getting the direct overhead shots that she wanted. But then, as she clicked away, a large hand slid onto her thigh and she felt his shaft harden, leng
then beneath her form. Piper didn’t let go of the camera as he cracked open his eyes, his mouth sliding into a carnal smile. Her breath caught as she captured the unbridled lust on his face.

  “Morning, love. Why don’t you put that thing down and greet me properly?” he said, rubbing his hips and his now impressive erection against her pelvis.

  She bit her lip, not stopping her picture taking. “Give me a moment, Sir. I’d like to photograph you while I do.”

  “As long as I get to capture you, too, have at it,” Theo murmured, his voice cloudy with lust.

  Piper held her camera with one hand, then lifted her hips, reached down with her free hand, clasped his shaft, and fit his crown at her pussy. His hands braced her hips, holding her steady, and helped her seat herself on his erection. She hissed as she thrust, his cock furrowing inside her. Once she was seated, she took a deep breath and then canted her hips slowly. This was not the brutal fucking from the night before. It was languorous, so that she felt every blessed inch as her pelvis tilted and accepted him.

  And through it all, she snapped pictures of Theo, capturing the look on his face when he was buried so deep inside her it was as if he had become part of her body. His concentration, as he flexed and undulated beneath her, giving her such potent intensity behind his slow thrusts. Piper felt every remaining barrier she had been holding in place to protect herself shatter. She flexed her Kegel muscles, squeezing his member, and he groaned. She did it a second and then a third time, capturing the look of bliss and hunger on his face.

  “My turn,” Theo growled, and took the camera from her. She didn’t fight him on it. She needed more friction, more movement as her desire for him rose.