RockYourSoul

by Sara Brooks

  He’d known a few Doms like that in his early days. They were the ones who were in the lifestyle in order to get their rocks off without any real care for the submissives they kept. They couldn’t be bothered with aftercare. They didn’t understand the small eccentricities of caring for another person and had no business participating with that kind of attitude. Most of the time, they weren’t welcome in other circles because their tastes pushed beyond sadistic and extreme. But sometimes they found others with similar interests and were allowed to continue to push their weight around.

  They were no better than rapists.

  Ryan contained the rage grating over his nerves like sandpaper as Beth quietly stared at the piece. His anger wasn’t something she needed to deal with in addition to the horror she laid out in such detail. If she’d allow him, he’d erase those painful parts of her past and layer on memories of his own. Memories that were much more pleasant to remember if the night went as he planned.

  “Once again, I commend you for having the courage to face this head on. It shows your true strength as a submissive. Not to mention as a woman. Very, very admirable.” His hand cupped her jaw as he leaned forward to press his mouth against hers. He needed the intimate connection just as much as he suspected she did. A reminder he was nothing like those so-called dominants she’d dealt with once upon a time.

  Much to his delight, her body went pliant under his. He took the time to run his hand down the side of her body, savoring her lush curves. His goal now was to give her a new memory about the piece that had triggered the disconcerting images and make it into something she didn’t have to be afraid of.

  Exactly what she’d come to him for.

  “I’d like to introduce you to one of my favorite things.”

  “And that is?”

  “A surprise. But you have my assurance you will enjoy my favorite thing far more than what those bastards put you through.”

  Chapter Eight

  He bent to retrieve the bag he’d dropped, extracting several lengths of rope. Bracketing her hips, he guided her into the modified chair, working in silence to secure her. His heart beat slowed, his breathing falling into a steady pattern as he wrapped the rope around one of her wrists.

  He enjoyed this place, the utter calming sensation enveloping him as he worked to secure a sub. There were few times when he slipped into Topspace because he preferred to be completely cognizant of what he was doing. Not to mention being aware of the mental state of the sub he was attending to. But here, in the serene atmosphere of her ropespace, he could share the peace with her.

  As he worked to secure her, her breathing pattern changed. A sign she’d fallen under his spell. He took his time, looping the rope, knotting when necessary to hold it in place with the intricate knots he’d spent years learning. After tying off the last knot, he gently skimmed his hand against the curve of her calf.

  She reclined in the chair he’d made, not quite sitting but not lying down either. Her wrists were secured with his intricate knotwork on the outside of her bent knees. He leaned forward to make a slight adjustment, checking the tightness of the ropes to ensure he hadn’t cut off vital blood supply.

  Satisfied with his work, he allowed his hand to drift upward, skimming the tips of his fingers over the swell of her thigh. He felt her muscles strain against the ropes, but a quick glance to her face showed her struggle wasn’t because she wanted to get away. Smiling, he went to his knees between her spread legs, using his thumbs to draw a pattern up one side of her thigh and down the other.

  “This piece is actually one of my favorites because it leaves you so open to me. It allows me to not only partake how I choose with my sub but allows me to indulge one of my fetishes.” He leaned forward, allowing the last word to caress the hot skin between her legs. The musky scent wrapped around him, drawing him closer in invitation. Unable to resist, he lightly touched her damp folds with the tip of his tongue.

  Her sigh reverberated off the trees surrounding them. The luxurious sound was a drug flowing through his veins, powerful and rich in potency.

  “Do you know what my fetish is, California?” He traced along the outer edges of her labia. Her breathing increased, coming faster until she was panting.

  “Please tell me, Sir.”

  He pressed the flat of his tongue against her opening, dragging slowly upward until her sweet taste coated his tongue. He swallowed, savoring the flavor that was more decadent than any dessert he’d ever indulged in. “Cunt worship.”

  He tasted her again, teasing the delicate flesh so she emitted a low groan in response. Encouraged by her sounds of arousal, he traced her skin, taking his time mapping her so he would never forget what laid spread out before him.

  “There’s something about a woman’s cunt that is so damn delectable. I just can’t resist strapping her down and feasting until I get my fill.” He flicked his tongue against her clit, sliding his hands to her hips when she bucked against him. “I should caution you, however, when it comes to this, I’m not easily satisfied. So this could take awhile.”

  To illustrate his point, he took his time tasting her. Arousal gathered faster and faster, so her body strained against the ropes. His dick went rock-hard so swiftly, his eyes crossed. He allowed his growing arousal to pour from him and flow into her.

  She pulled against the bindings, her voice swelling as her excitement grew when he continued to tease and taste her. Once again, he thought about how it had been awhile since he’d allowed himself to indulge in a woman. A long time since he’d allowed himself to become this lost in a submissive. Despite the damp early morning air, waves of warmth flowed from her wet heat as her hands tightened into fists and her eyes screwed tightly shut.

  She was the most gorgeous creature he’d ever seen.

  And at his utter mercy.

  “Look at me.”

  When her eyes opened, he flicked out his tongue, catching the hard nub of her clit. Her body went rigid against the ropes. His eyes stayed on hers as he flicked harder, closing his teeth around her flesh before sucking. Her gasp echoed off the surrounding trees. Encouraged by her reaction, he sucked harder, nipping to the point of pain. She reacted beautifully, her thighs quivering on either side of his face.

  Wanting to add a new layer of sensation, he pulled back, wetting one finger thoroughly before teasing her clit with his teeth again. He stroked the wet finger against her anus with the lightest of pressure just to see what kind of reaction he could garner. He continued to slowly stroke his finger over the tight bud, growing firmer with each pass.

  Her body relaxed, quivering against his hand.

  “Isn’t this a revelation?”

  She moved her head from side to side, but her body continued to react for him. Reaching down, he fished a tube of lubrication out of his bag. He opened it with a flick of his thumb and collected a few drops of the slick fluid before touching her again.

  Her breath came out in a hiss as the tip of his finger parted her rear passage. He paused, waiting to see if she used a safeword because he’d taken this too far. But the way her body bloomed to accept him spoke of another story.

  As he continued to work past the tight ring of muscles, he watched her face, her body, for signs of distress. But distress never came as his finger slid completely into her to the knuckle. When he started to withdraw, his name sounded as a whisper on her lips.

  “Easy there, California. I’m just going to make things a bit more manageable.” He slicked his finger with another coat of lube, then slowly pushed his finger into her again. This time, as he did, he turned his hand slightly to slide a separate finger into her pussy. Dripping wet, she accepted him easily and in only a matter of moments, he was sliding both fingers in and out of her at the same time. Each time he saw her becoming accustomed to his pace, he changed it up, varying the speed.

  Her curse split the quiet air of the forest.

  “Well now. It seems as if someone found her voice and chose to use extremely foul language.
” He drove his fingers into her hard, pushing against her until she flung another assault at him. Swear after swear poured from those gorgeous lips as her body started to shake.

  She had nearly reached her breaking point, but he wasn’t ready for her to be there yet. He continued to slowly fuck her with his fingers, waiting for when her muscles began to contract around his fingers. When they did, he stopped, holding his fingers in place to back her away from the edge of the high. When he was satisfied the edge had blunted enough he began again, varying his pace in an effort to catch her off guard.

  She kept up with him, never allowing herself to fall even when he lifted her higher than he’d ever taken a submissive before.

  This woman is a fucking dream.

  And she’s mine.

  His cock strained hard against the seam of his zipper, reminding him of his own need. He wanted to put it aside, block it out, just as he had last time she’d been spread out for him, and simply take care of her. But the roar of need was too loud to ignore. He needed to be inside her just as much as she wanted him to be.

  “You have absolutely splendid control, California. I look forward to exploiting it as much as I possibly can. But right now, I think we both deserve a reward.”

  She nodded, desperation rich in her gaze as her eyes opened.

  He withdrew his fingers, digging into his bag for the damp washcloth he’d stashed there, and grabbed a condom. Normally, he would have made a big production by teasing her for however long he chose, dragging out the time it took to sheath himself. But every fiber of his being seemed to chant this woman’s name. His own body had started to shake from the effort of his restraint and he leaned forward into her for support.

  “Besides, I’m going to be in your pussy when you finally come.” Spreading her scorching hot folds open with his thumbs, he slowly drove his cock into her. The first contact with the tight fist of her channel caused him to close his eyes, basking in the feel of her surrounding him. The glorious sensation was nothing like he’d ever experienced before and he nearly lost his grip on reality.

  He pulled back, reminding himself he was the one in charge and she needed him to guide her. Mimicking his earlier movements with his fingers, he varied the pace. Wanting more friction for them both, he clamped his hands around her hips to bring her hard against him whenever he plunged into her.

  “Tell me who, sub. Tell me who is responsible for giving you this kind of pleasure.”

  “You, Sir.”

  The simplicity of the words sparked something inside him that shredded his control. He drove into her, rocking the chair’s sturdy supports. Her scream of release pushed out to the trees, rippling through his gut. The power of his impending orgasm caught him off guard, the force traveling up from the base of his spine then spreading out to light a fire throughout his entire body.

  She screamed again, tightening around him with such strength, visceral need took over reason and logic. Growling, he tore at the ropes binding her to the chair. He needed her to be free and wrapped around his body as he plunged inside her when he came.

  He needed to feel her come even harder around his cock.

  The ropes fell away, freeing her. He tugged her body against his as they collapsed to the ground still joined. His hands on her hips, he drove her down over his straining cock and finally succumbed to the roar of need demanding release.

  Perspiration slicked their skin, the sucking noise of their wet flesh slapping together echoing off the trees as they continued to relentlessly fuck. He pumped up into her, the force of his orgasm hitting him like a freight train as he came in short, heavy spurts. Her slick cunt massaged his dick, her body going rigid over his as another climax punched through her core.

  He slammed hard into her, drew out and drove into her again as he rode out the shattering release with her. The convulsing muscles of her pussy rippled around his shaft, demanding more from him as she tilted her face to the sky and wailed.

  After sanity returned, he released his bruising grip on her hips, massaging the red marks he saw blossoming in the early dawn sunlight. Her body slumped, molding against his as they lay entwined on the leaf-covered ground.

  His lips moved gently over her sweaty forehead, his fingers tracing the line of her curves as her unsteady breathing ruffled the hair on his chest. She shivered despite the heat wafting from their bodies, drawing closer as she settled her head in the crook of his arm. A soft sigh drifted on the air between them, her body going lax as she drifted off to sleep.

  * * * * *

  Ryan sat quietly at his small kitchen table, massaging his forehead. Vivid pain throbbed behind his eyes. He’d gotten too much sleep, laid in bed for far too long. Things his body wasn’t used to. More appropriately, he wasn’t used to sleeping with someone else. He hadn’t realized how much he had missed the small pleasure.

  But there she lay in his bed.

  Her rich, golden-brown skin complemented the sun-streaked brown hair draping gently over his pillow. She faced away from him, the sheet scrunched down around her hips so the lines and valleys of her back were visible.

  The view allowed him to see a map of scrapes marring her skin—a result of their frantic fucking against one of the trees when he’d taken her again. The first taste in the forest clearing had only been a small sampling. His body had raged for more. It hadn’t mattered when or how. He’d just wanted.

  A red mark glowed high on her shoulder, a result of the bite he’d given her when he’d bent her over the rocking chair on his front porch. He’d even venture to guess she’d have a ring of light bruises around her forearms where he’d held her in place and forced several orgasms out of her using only his tongue.

  Those temporary marks didn’t hide the permanent scars inscribed in her skin. Those ugly wounds still made him see red. They reminded him she hadn’t come into this lifestyle easily. That his job was to show her the absolute pleasure that could come along with the lifestyle.

  He looked away as she shifted, but not fast enough to keep from catching a glimpse of her naked body from the waist up. She didn’t bother to cover her nudity, unafraid to face him. Her boldness was mesmerizing. His gaze immediately focused on those rosy nipples he’d spent so long savoring after they’d climbed into bed. He swore he could still feel them pressed against the roof of his mouth.

  He’d always kept control of himself when it came to sex. Maintaining a firm grip on who held the power. He had this time—but just barely. She’d thrown him off kilter with the sweetness of her surrender and he had yet to regain his balance.

  What the hell am I doing?

  He couldn’t fall for her.

  Wouldn’t.

  Agitated with the way he’d acted, he pushed up from the table only to be stopped by the sparkling gaze and lazy smile aimed his way. He sat down hard, stunned at the way everything snapped into place the moment they made eye contact. She knocked him off his feet, stole his breath and clarified everything plaguing him.

  He’d been so certain he’d never hear the silence again.

  It was all he could do to keep himself in the chair and not cross the room to slide into bed with her—into her warmth and heat that made him never want to leave. How is this even possible? This kind of reaction had to be a fluke.

  There was no other explanation.

  Fuck it all to hell and the horse it rode in on.

  Better to scoot her on her way so he could get back to working on the boat out in the shop. He needed to find something else to focus on instead of her or else he could find himself led astray with no hope of rescue. Getting lost in a sub would be difficult to recover from.

  Getting lost in Beth would be disastrous.

  He pushed away from the table, slapping a hand down on the counter as he turned. “Coffee?”

  “I hate coffee, you know that.”

  The sexy pitch of her already husky voice made his cock jump to attention. He growled softly in frustration as he adjusted his boxers. The sheets rustled and he glan
ced over his shoulder to find her gathering the beige fabric around her hips. She didn’t even bother to cover her breasts as her gaze swept the cabin.

  Even in his peripheral vision, he noticed her face was free of regret and doubt. She had a clear conscience about what had occurred between them last night. About him tying her up as he had. About each and every single time he’d taken her.

  The sight eased some of his worries. The fact he wanted to do it again, push her more to discover things she was capable of, was his issue to deal with. He wasn’t about to burden her with his darkness. When her eyes swept the cabin again, she frowned.

  “Your clothes are outside, if that’s what you’re looking for. They never made it into the house.”

  Coffee in hand, he turned to face her just as she rose and nodded in thanks. She turned, trailing the ends of the sheet behind her as she stepped out onto the porch. The sheet caught on the screen door as it slammed closed. She yelped as she tumbled to the planks. He sprinted across the room and outside as the mug shattered on the floor.

  The string of aggressive obscenities spilling from those perfect lips of hers surprised him. Amused, he didn’t bother to hide his smile as he scooped her up into his arms. “Nice to see your filthy mouth doesn’t happened just during sex.”

  “Would you put me—”

  “Hush. You’re bleeding.”

  He didn’t wait for a response as he swept back into the house to settle her on the kitchen counter. He bent, retrieving the first-aid kit he kept stowed in the cabinet. She watched quietly as he rummaged through the box for an antiseptic swab and a bandage. Going to his knees, he pushed the sheet aside to expose most of her shapely leg. He didn’t make a sound as he gently ran the cold square over the bloody gash.

  “You’re very prepared.”

  “Closest hospital is UVA, nearly two hours away. Considering some of the sharp tools I work with here, I figured I should be ready for anything. Besides, since it’s a Dom’s responsibility to take care of his sub, knowing first aid is almost a required qualification.”