Command, Possess and Claim: The Collection

by Opal Carew

  “You know where I want you to go.”

  “To the dungeon, Sir.”

  “That’s right.”

  He released the ring on her collar and followed her down the stairs, then opened the door to the dungeon and gestured for her to precede him in. Once inside, he hooked his finger through the collar ring again and led her across the room, passing the punishment bench where he’d made love to her earlier. He stopped at a wide table, with padding on top.

  “Climb on top and assume the position.”

  She climbed onto the table and knelt, then leaned over just as she had on his bed when he’d returned from the office. This was the position he’d first shown her in her apartment when she’d asked about the training—when she’d insisted he show her one of the more daring positions—and now it seemed to be his favorite. As she pushed her ass in the air, knowing he was staring at her damp folds from behind, she realized she felt the same way. She felt vulnerable and open to him. He could do anything to her. And that excited her.

  “I want you to spread yourself open and show me your most intimate parts. Then I want you to touch yourself.”

  She reached behind herself, grasped her ass cheeks, then separated them. He’d be able to see her glistening opening easily. Then she raised her belly and slid one hand underneath and up to stroke her slippery slit.

  “I like that,” he murmured. “Now, find your clit and stroke it.”

  She glided through her folds and found the hot little button, then flicked over it. Pleasure swelled through her, but she slowed down, knowing he wouldn’t let her come yet.

  “Yes, that’s lovely. Are you turned on?”

  “Yes, Mr. Pearce.”

  “Could you come right now?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good. Now stop.”

  He walked to a wooden cupboard along the wall and pulled open a door, revealing several floggers. He selected one that was pink and seemed to be suede. He opened a drawer and picked up something small, too—she couldn’t see what it was—and slipped it into the pocket of his robe. She stiffened a bit as he returned to her carrying the flogger, its half-inch strips of suede attached to a matching suede-wrapped handle. He held it in front of her, so she could see it up close, then he dragged it over her back. The suede was soft against her skin. The gentle way he stroked her back with it, and maybe the fact it was pink, relaxed her.

  “I’m going to punish you in a few minutes, but first I’m going to get you ready.”

  His hand slipped into his robe pocket as he walked around behind her. He stroked her ass, then glided his fingers along her slit. She felt something cold and hard press against her, then he slipped something inside her wet opening. She squeezed around it, gripping it inside her.

  “Now, you need to help me get ready.”

  She glanced up and realized he was in front of her again. He slipped off his robe and pressed his cockhead to her mouth. She took him inside and sucked. Suddenly, the thing inside her began to vibrate. Her gaze darted to his and he showed her a small remote control in his hand. The vibration stopped and she sucked on him again. His cock grew harder and the device started to vibrate again. Then it stopped. He pulled his cock from her mouth and grabbed his robe from the ground. He held a small bottle of lube, which he spread over his cock, then walked behind her.

  He pressed his slick cockhead between her cheeks and teased her by gliding along her ass. Then he positioned himself against her back opening and pressed forward. She relaxed, then pushed her muscles until his cockhead slipped inside her. He kept pushing forward, easing his cock deeper. The little device in her vagina began vibrating again and she moaned. His cock was so big inside her ass, and the tremors in her front passage delighted her.

  “I’m going to punish you now.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  With the feel of his big cock filling her, and the little device whirring inside her, she was distracted from her nervousness. He dragged the flogger sideways across her body. His cock slid back along her canal, then forward again. The vibrations slowed as he whisked the flogger from side to side across her skin, lightly, caressing her with a gentle rhythm of delightful sensations.

  She couldn’t believe how wonderful the flogger felt. The wide strips gliding across her back felt more like a massage than a whipping. But, of course, she knew she could trust Matt to make punishment a pleasure for her. She was sure this flogger, if used differently, could cause pain. But Matt wouldn’t do that to her.

  “Will you obey me next time?”

  “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.”

  The suede swirled over her back and the device whirred faster inside her. She clamped tight around it, squeezing it inside her as Matt’s big cock glided faster into her.

  “Good. Your apology pleases me.”

  She groaned as he plunged deep, then the flogging stopped and he slid his hand around her waist and drew her up, until he pressed her tight against his torso. He stroked her breasts with the soft suede of the flogger as he continued to bang into her. Pleasure rippled through her. From the vibrator humming inside her. The soft suede brushing her nipples. His big cock driving into her.

  “Oh, God, yes.” Blissful sensations fluttered through her and she arched against him. Then she gasped as an orgasm exploded inside her.

  He continued to ride her, his cock pumping deep into her, driving her pleasure higher. Then he groaned his release and held her tight to his body.

  * * *

  Matt erupted inside her, groaning at the potent pleasure. Damn, it was so intense with Kate. Her body pressed tight to his, her back passage gripping him like a vise. He drew out and knew he had to have her again. He grabbed a moist towelette from the small drawer in the table and wiped off, then he grabbed her hips and flipped her over.

  He slipped his fingers into her slit and pulled the still-vibrating device from her wet depths, then he pushed his still-hard cock inside her. She sat up and into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist. He kissed her, his tongue delving deep, dancing with her own. She drove her tongue back into his mouth, her lips moving on his with passion.

  He thrust his hips forward and she groaned. He pumped inside her, loving the feel of her velvet sheath around him. She clung to him, her face a vision of rapture. She sucked in a breath, then moaned again. Her eyes fell closed and he pressed his lips to her neck as he continued to drive into her. Giving her pleasure.

  She wailed in ecstasy and he kept going. He wasn’t going to come again so soon, so he just enjoyed giving her this pleasure.

  Finally, she slumped against him, her head lolling on his shoulder. He picked her up, still embedded inside her, and carried her up the two flights of stairs to his room.

  * * *

  Kate woke up, snuggled against Matt, his arms still around her. She felt so warm and protected in his arms. He had even used a flogger on her last night, and she had loved it. There’d been no residual fear from that other incident. No fear at all, since she knew Matt would never hurt her.

  Of course, he must have chosen a pink flogger for a reason. It made her think of soft, cute things, not pain. And he had so lovingly stroked across her back with it.

  She could imagine using it on Matt. Brushing it across his broad, naked chest. Then maybe flicking it, just to get his attention—and make him a little nervous—then stroking again.

  But when did the sub get to punish the Dom?

  She’d have to think about that. Maybe she could pretend to capture him. Chain him up and have her way with him.

  She was getting hot just thinking about it. But there were no chains handy. She grinned. Of course, maybe she could bind him with her powers of sexual persuasion.

  * * *

  Matt awoke to Kate’s soft hands on his already swelling cock. He groaned at the sweet warmth of her mouth surrounding him and her throat enveloping him. She took him deep several times, then prowled over him. As she sat on his pelvis—her warm, wet folds pressed against the ridge of his cock
—she grasped his wrists and pressed them beside his head and winked.

  “I’ve chained you down, Sir.” She said the honorific with sass, her eyes gleaming. “Now you’re under my control.”

  He shouldn’t allow her to do this. He was training her to be a sub, in order for her to accept that side of herself.

  But he couldn’t resist her playful sexiness … and the heat of her slick body gliding up and down his cock as she pivoted her hips on him.

  She reached down and grasped his cock, then slid it inside her.

  “Oh, yeah.”

  She leaned forward and brushed her breast against his mouth. He opened and licked her tight nipple, then pulled it inside and sucked. She moaned and pressed forward more. He sucked until she tugged her breast free, then pressed the other forward. He licked the newly offered nipple, then pinched it lightly with his teeth. She gasped, then pushed it forward until he sucked deeply.

  She sat up, cupping her breasts and stroking the nipples as she moved up and down on him. He watched her fingers toy with the hard nubs, his cock swelling even more inside her hot depths. She squeezed him and he groaned, then she stroked her hands over his chest and pinched his nipples as she increased the rhythm, her body gliding on him faster. Taking him deeper.

  He watched her face, glowing in pleasure, her eyes gleaming brightly. The cadence of her breathing told him she was close. And so was he.

  If his hands weren’t bound by imaginary chains, he’d reach up and stroke her sweet breasts, but he satisfied himself with watching them bounce gently with her movement.

  She tightened around him, then threw her head back and moaned. The sight of her in full orgasm sent him shooting over the edge and he erupted inside her.

  “Oh, God, Kate. You are so sexy.”

  She smiled and snuggled up against him, his cock still buried in her depths. “And so are you.”

  She nuzzled his neck, then lifted her head and kissed him. Their gazes locked and her smile faded as she stared deeply into his eyes.

  “I love you, Matt.”

  * * *

  As soon as she’d said it, Kate’s stomach dropped. What had she been thinking?

  But for one brief second, she saw the same feelings gleaming in his dark eyes. And then they blanked out. He was so good at hiding his feelings, but she’d seen them. He loved her.

  He gazed at her, and stroked his hand through her hair—so much for the imaginary chains—then he drew her to his body again, cupping her head to his chest. She could hear his heart beating. She was warm tucked against him like this, his big cock still inside her. She closed her eyes and let the steady rhythm lull her, until she finally fell asleep.

  * * *

  When she awoke again, he was still inside her, but he was growing hard again. She glanced at the bedside clock and realized she’d only been asleep about twenty minutes, but tendrils of sunshine were streaming in the window.

  She arched against him, enjoying the feel of his rapidly hardening cock inside her, but he flattened his hand on her lower back, stilling her movements.

  “I think it’s time for more sleep, not sex.”

  She smiled. “I’m not tired.”

  “That’s because you’ve been sleeping. I couldn’t do that with your soft, sexy body as a blanket.”

  She laughed, then leaned in and kissed his neck. “Poor man. I feel so sorry for you.” At that, she spiraled her hips, loving the feel of his big cock swirling inside her.

  He tipped onto his side and drew away from her, his big cock pulling out of her.

  “I would think you’d love to wake up to a willing woman wanting to have hot morning sex.”

  But when she gazed at his face, he wore a serious expression.

  “That little episode was fun, but we’re here to train you as a sub so we need to stay focused.”

  She stroked his cheek. “Matt, I think you’ve done a great job helping me accept my submissive side. I’m loving being your sub.” She nuzzled his neck.

  “That’s good. Then”—he hesitated for a moment and she glanced up at him—“maybe we’re done.”

  “What do you mean ‘done’?”

  He sat up, his body sliding away from her as he did. She sat cross-legged facing him.

  “You said it yourself. You love being a sub. It sounds like we can end the training period.”

  “I said I love being your sub,” she corrected. “I’m getting the idea that when you say you want to end the training period, that means you want to end our week together, too.”

  “That’s right.”

  She frowned. “This isn’t about the training. This is about the fact I said I love you.”

  * * *

  Damn it. Matt had hoped to avoid this. He had hoped she’d take the hint and let it drop.

  “Kate, I already told you, there is no future for us.”

  “I don’t believe you. I saw it in your eyes. I see it now. You love me, too.”

  “Kate, don’t…” He turned his gaze away from her.

  She grasped his chin with her soft fingers and turned him back to face her.

  “Look, Matt. I know that you were hurt by some other woman. The woman you bought the ring for. And I assumed that meant you didn’t love me, even though you are going to such lengths to help me. But last night … when I said the words … I could see the same thing in your eyes.”

  She stroked his cheek, and her soft touch—paired with the love in her eyes—sent warmth shimmering through him.

  “Look, Matt. I love you and I’m not giving up on you. So, either tell me you don’t love me, or tell me why we can’t be together.”

  His gut clenched. He wished he could just lie. Tell her he didn’t love her. But the alternative was to tell her what a bastard he’d been two years ago.

  “Kate, we can’t be together. Can’t you just accept that?”

  She shook her head, her intense blue gaze locked on him.

  He sighed and pushed his feet off the side of the bed, then sat up.

  “All right. I should have told you before, but then you wouldn’t have let me help you. And I needed to do that. I needed to try and set things right.”

  “What are you talking about, Matt?”

  He stared into her eyes, soaking in the love shining there, knowing the words he was about to say would extinguish that love completely.

  “The reason we can’t be together is because of what I did two years ago. After you left me.”

  The Surrender

  Kate’s heart thundered in her chest. They couldn’t be together because of something Matt did?

  “Wait, I don’t understand. What about the other woman?”

  “You mean Ileana? I told you, we only dated for a few months.”

  She didn’t mean Ileana, but a growing dread prevented her from changing the line of conversation.

  Matt’s gaze fell on her face and he paused. “Kate, I know Ileana caused you a great deal of pain, and it must be hard to know that she and I were together, but you’ve got to remember that I had no idea what happened. What she did to you.”

  Kate hugged her knees and nodded. “I know. But it’s hard knowing you were with her.” She glanced around the room. “Knowing she was here with you. That you shared this bed.”

  The woman had caused them so much grief.

  Matt put his arms around her and drew her close to his solid body. She rested her head against his chest, taking solace in the fact she was here with him now, and that Ileana was out of the picture.

  “How long exactly did you date her?”

  “It started a few weeks after the party. It became clear that you weren’t going to answer my calls or e-mails. That you had decided to end it with me totally.”

  At the pain in his voice, Kate took his hand and squeezed it. His warm fingers wrapped around hers.

  “I was devastated and Ileana was there for me, listening, helping. I know now that must have been her plan all along. To drive you away, then insinuate herself
into my life.”

  “Why would she do that?” Kate gazed into his midnight blue eyes and was surprised to see his lips turn up in a smile.

  “Well, I am considered quite a catch, you know.”

  She returned his smile and stroked his cheek, loving the feel of stubble against her fingertips.

  “I know you are.” She pressed her lips to his neck and kissed the whisker-roughened skin. “So why did you stop seeing her?”

  He shrugged. “I was grief-stricken but I wasn’t blind. It didn’t take long to realize she was manipulative and ruthlessly ambitious. Within the space of a few months, she’d advanced from being a lawyer helping me out with a charity project, to being the prime contact between her law firm and my corporation—which was their biggest client—to being my girlfriend. It quickly became apparent to me that I was a means to an end.”

  “So you broke it off with her?”

  He nodded. “She didn’t love me. And I didn’t love her. I woke up one morning and realized there was nothing between us. That she was just a rebound relationship. Of course, I’d known it all along, but wouldn’t listen to the voice shouting inside me.” His lips brushed her forehead in a light kiss. “We fool ourselves at times like that. When we’re hurting. I wanted to be needed. To be loved.”

  Kate’s heart ached at his totally sincere words, knowing she’d been the cause of his pain. While at the same time, she’d been in pain herself.

  Damn Ileana.

  “But I finally figured it out, and I broke it off with her.”

  “What did she do?” Kate couldn’t imagine that Ileana would have taken it well.

  “Surprisingly, she took it in stride. I think what she really cared about was securing a senior position in her firm. If she could have married me and been a wealthy man’s wife, that would have been a bonus, but I suspect she wouldn’t have liked the limitations that situation would impose on her. She didn’t love me and I think she already had her eye on another man. A partner at her firm.”