The Heart of the Matter

by P Nelson

  Finally able to insert one finger into her virgin channel, he groaned as her muscles tried to suck and clench around the digit at the same time. “You’re going to feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock, sub.” Inserting another finger into Elizabeth’s ass, he used a scissor motion with his fingers to widen the tissues for the plug. Elizabeth’s breathing had gone from shallow to ragged as he teased the sensitive nerves in her anus.

  “Almost there, sub.” Eric grabbed the plug and pressed it between his two fingers. In a single motion, he removed his fingers and slid the silicon piece home inside her ass. Giving the end a wiggle with his fingers, Eric smiled at Elizabeth’s reaction. “How does it feel, sub?”

  “It feels odd, Master,” Elizabeth answered truthfully. Eric gave one of her cheeks a smack before he grabbed the used lube bottle.

  “It’s going to feel really good in a few minutes.” He set the lube aside and looked down on her ass cheeks as he did his best to ignore his throbbing cock. “But first, we have your punishment to get through. Don’t let the plug fall out of your ass, sub, or we’ll have to start all over again.” Reaching out he massaged her ass cheeks. I’m going to need a count, beautiful,” Eric told her before asking her, “What’s your safe word?”

  “Rainbow.” Elizabeth’s body had tensed under his hands.

  “Good girl.” Eric landed the first of his blows to her ass and heard her satisfying inhalation of breath before counting out loud.

  “One.” Elizabeth forced the word out from between gritted teeth. Her ass was still sore from the punishment she received yesterday. Even as she counted, she didn’t feel it was very fair to get licks when she had been in a highly emotional state yesterday. A part of her wanted to say her safe word and have it out with Eric. She was just about to shout it out when Eric stopped momentarily to rub the heat into her ass.

  “You’re such a good sub.” Elizabeth felt Eric kiss each of her ass cheeks. “So good, Elizabeth. Take your punishment for your Master.” The words curled up like heat from a fire inside her gut. They relaxed her as Eric went on to finish her smacks. He was doing this for her. The blinding realisation flashed across her brain, visceral and certain in its truth. Eric knew the punishment that awaited him at The Cage if Calla found out he had played with her outside the confines of the dungeon over the next thirty days. He was taking a chance, trying to give her what she needed right now because he was her Dom; a feeling she had never truly believed existed inside of her bloomed to life.

  “Are you with me, sub?” Eric demanded in a harsh tone. He was as sexually aroused as she, but he was holding off while she received the spanking she needed.

  “Yes, Master,” Elizabeth replied around a sob. Last night, he had taken care of her even when it grated. Today, again he had taken over when she needed someone to support her. Another sob broke loose until she was crying loudly, barely able to get the numbers out of her mouth around the choking noises in the back of her throat.

  Eric finished his spanking, and Elizabeth continued to wail out her anger and frustration with Jerry and his idiotic actions. This had been what she wanted all along, Elizabeth thought as Eric lifted her away from the glass and walked over to one of the leather couches. She was dimly aware of the press of the plug in her ass as he settled her into his lap. Stroking her back. Eric murmured words of comfort into her hair. This was the safest she had ever felt in her whole life. It was good and right to be here, naked in Eric’s arms with a plug up her ass and her cheeks burning.

  “How are you doing, beautiful?” Eric asked her as he nuzzled her neck. Elizabeth had melted into his arms long before, heat burned her pussy, and her ass clenched around the plug.

  “I’m really good, Master,” Elizabeth said and felt Eric chuckle underneath her.

  “You’re going to feel even better in a minute. Sit up and lie back on the couch,” he instructed. “Spread your legs as wide as they will go.” Eric stood up and pulled his T-shirt, wet from her tears, over his head before moving his strong hands down to the zipper of his pants. “That’s it, wider, with your legs in the air, grasp your thighs with your hands. I want to see what’s mine.” Elizabeth complied and felt her pussy convulse at the hungry look he gave her, as his jeans slipped down his legs, revealing his erection. Elizabeth couldn’t help licking her lips as she stared at the hard flesh, covered in what she knew was velvet soft skin.

  “Don’t tempt me, pretty girl,” Eric chuckled as he put a knee down on the couch in front of her open legs. “I’m barely hanging on as it is.” He kept one foot on the ground as he lifted her ass off the couch with both hands; in this position, her head was lower than her butt. She was at Eric’s mercy. “Tell me how much you want my cock, sub.” Eric’s voice was hoarse with demand. The head of his dick probed the intimate flesh of her pussy lips slipping through the wetness growing more and more messy with every passing minute.

  “Please, Master, give me your cock.” Elizabeth knew she was begging, but she wanted Eric as she never wanted another man in her life.

  “I’m powerless when you beg so prettily, sub,” Eric responded as he used his hands to pull her further onto his cock. Elizabeth felt his hard length drag against the silicon plug in her ass. Elizabeth was helpless against tightening her muscles around his cock as he tried to get farther into her swollen tissues. “You’re so hot and tight, sub.” Elizabeth watched as beads of sweat shone on his forehead. He was utterly absorbed in watching his dick enter her body.

  “Watch my cock slide inside of you, Elizabeth. Watch me fucking possess you.” Eric grunted as he pushed all the way inside of her. Elizabeth looked down her body where they were joined and the sight had her hands clenching on her legs.

  “It feels so good, Master.” Elizabeth panted as Eric slid out of her and pushed back in again. It didn’t take long for him to start a rhythm that had them both sweating hard. Elizabeth felt her orgasm pulling through her body as Eric ground against her pussy creating friction in her ass with the plug. When she finally let go, Elizabeth screamed until she saw black spots on the edge of her vision. Her ass and her pussy were so full it made her muscles feel exquisite as she came in multiple waves.

  Before she could even think about coming back to reality, Eric looked down at her with a face grown hard with need, grappling with desire. Sweat dripped from his body and hers as he shifted his knee from the couch and half stood. Elizabeth’s head and upper shoulders were the only part of her body resting on the couch as Eric pummelled into her wet channel with furious determination. His voice was low and feral, as he demanded everything from her.

  “Again, Elizabeth. Fucking again. I need you to squeeze my fucking cock hard again.” He coupled his words with a growl that made the hairs on the back of Elizabeth’s neck stand on end, but it was all she needed when he let go of one of her ass cheeks to pinch her clit cruelly between his thumb and finger to have her orgasm so hard she stopped breathing.

  &

  “Thea is on the case, but until they find Jerry, she’s going to stay with me.” Eric told Calla on the other end of the phone. He was waiting for Elizabeth to finish dressing after having one of the most explosive sexual encounters of his life. Eric had pushed Elizabeth to the very limits of her body, extracting every drop of pleasure from the hard fucking before sending them over the final edge.

  “I think that’s best,” Calla was saying on the other end of the line, and Eric ran a hand through his still damp hair from the shower as he tried to focus. “Jerry is exhibiting some classic signs of a psychotic break or at least sociopathic behaviour. The state of the bathroom alone is an indicator of this, added with the ejaculation on their once shared bed. It’s best if Elizabeth stays out of this man’s reach. My assessment of Elizabeth leads me to believe she will try and manage Jerry on her own. I don’t think she has the actual emotional tools to accomplish a positive outcome.” Calla had gone into full shrink mode, and Eric did his best to read between the lines.

  “If he contacts her, Elizabet
h will try and fix everything on her own, but she’ll end up getting hurt,” Eric supplied.

  “Yes.” Calla sighed into the phone, and he knew she was annoyed with his oversimplification.

  “I wanted to warn you about what happened in case there’s any fallout for the club.” Eric watched as Elizabeth came down the stairs and into the living room. His cock twitched at the sight of her rosy cheeks and lingering smile. If they didn’t get out of the house, he would have her naked in here all day.

  “No problem; I’ll give Flynn a call, although it’s a good bet Thea has already informed him.” Calla was silent for a couple of seconds. “You should hold off playing at the club again tonight. Give Elizabeth a chance to process everything that has happened over the last few days.”

  “What if she needs it?” The words were out of Eric’s mouth before he could think better of them. He didn’t want Calla to start thinking he had already broken the rules.

  “The fact she’s staying at your house leads me to believe you will both fall into temptation. You’re a good Dom, Eric. You have experience, and I trust you with Elizabeth.” Calla had more faith in him at this point than he had in himself. He was still sorting out his feelings from their earlier encounter. “And if she needs to talk to someone, tell her to call me. Enjoy the rest of your weekend, Master Eric.” Her voice was playful.

  “Thank you, Dr Jones,” Eric said back. “Talk to you later.” He hung up and looked over to where Elizabeth was leaning against the doorframe to the hallway staring at him.

  “Was that Calla?” she asked, her voice still husky from all the screaming.

  “Yeah, I called her to fill her in on what happened last night and to make sure she knew you were safe.” Eric slipped his phone into the back pocket of his jeans.

  “Is it a part of the Dom handbook or something?” Elizabeth asked as she pushed away from the door.

  “Contrary to popular belief, there’s no handbook.” Eric smiled at her and opened his arms in welcome. “There might be a secret handshake, though.” He watched as Elizabeth closed the distance between them and pressed her warm body against his chest. Arms closing automatically around her curvy frame, he rested his chin on the top of her head. Peace enveloped him, and he took a deep breath, the scent of his shampoo and conditioner in her hair. The caveman inside of him was satisfied Elizabeth was properly marked before they went out into public.

  “You ready to go shopping?” They had discussed what she needed while he washed her hair and body in the shower.

  “I guess so.” Elizabeth’s shoulders slumped a bit at the prospect.

  “My sisters would already be in the car waiting impatiently if they were about to set off on an afternoon of shopping,” Eric teased her, but he knew why she was reluctant. By the state of her basement suite last night, he knew she didn’t have a lot of money and had probably used most of it to get a membership at the club.

  “I’m going to need a few things for work at least.” Elizabeth looked up at him.

  “That’s the spirit.” Eric leaned down and kissed her forehead. “And maybe we can look at some lingerie, it will be nice to have a model when I purchase fetware for once.” And he could somehow put her purchases on his credit card without her noticing.

  “Fetware?” Her eyes lit up and Eric knew he had her interest.

  “Yes.” He let his hands glide down her back to her ass and press it into his hardening cock, a dangerous action considering he wanted to leave the house in the near future. “I want to dress up my little sub and show off all of her killer curves.” Elizabeth beamed a smile up at him.

  “You like me naked?” she asked shyly.

  “Twenty smacks already, sub.” Eric gave her a mock frown. “Let me give you piece of advice, beautiful. Doms don’t like it when anyone, including their sub, insinuates their sub isn’t the sexiest damn piece of flesh on the dungeon floor.”

  “Oh.” Elizabeth’s cheeks flushed harder, and Eric couldn’t resist capturing her lips in a hard, brief kiss meant to show her ownership but really made his own toes curl. He pulled his head back.

  “Oh.” He reiterated. “Come on, if we don’t leave now we’re never getting to the mall.”

  “I can’t believe my Dom is taking me shopping.” Elizabeth walked out of the living room towards the stairs leading to the basement.

  “Neither can I.” Eric followed her and enjoyed watching her hips move in an unconscious sexy lilt. It was doing nothing to calm his cock down, but Eric had resigned himself to an afternoon of being tortured anyway.

  “You’ve never taken another sub shopping for fetware?” Elizabeth walked through the basement set up as a bachelor’s playground. Pool table, bar and large screen TV were the main objects in the space. Eric walked over to the door leading to the enclosed car park where he stored his Audi.

  “I’ve never taken any woman shopping, including subs or even my sisters.” Eric tried to think of when he had spent any significant time with a sub or a woman outside the club. Aside from seeing Lilith at work, he didn’t really spend much time with the opposite sex outside the club. He preferred to keep his encounters brief and governed by a specific contract. The only time he thought of breaking his strict rules was when he met Lilith.

  “Wow. All the subs at the club are going to be so jealous,” Elizabeth said as he walked over to the car door and opened it for her.

  “Don’t you have anything better to do than gossip about the Doms?” Eric teased as he shut the door. He walked around the car and slid into his seat.

  “Uhm, no.” Elizabeth gave him an incredulous look. “You’ve never wondered what we’re all up to in there?”

  “I assumed you were getting ready to please your Master,” Eric admonished as he waited for the garage door to open before starting the car.

  “First we’re wondering whether we can get into whatever the heck you have left us in our lockers.” Elizabeth looked out the front windshield. “Thank you again, by the way.” She sniffed and Eric stopped putting the car into reverse.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked.

  “It’s just I left the teddy you gave me at home,” her voice trailed away.

  “And now it’s ruined?” Eric prodded her, fighting the urge to put the car in park, shut it off, and take her back upstairs where he could have his filthy way with her.

  “Yes, I’m so sorry, Eric. I’m so sorry for everything.” The pleading light in her eyes made Eric’s heart break. He was the only one who was allowed to make her cry, and that was only because he was about to give her the greatest pleasure.

  “You have nothing to be sorry for, Elizabeth.” Eric made sure his voice wasn’t too hard. “You made a shit choice on who to date. Everyone has been there, maybe not with the shitastic consequences, but everyone has their skeletons.”

  “Have you made any mistakes dating?” Elizabeth was trying to get control of her emotions, and Eric focused on backing the car out of the garage. He thought of his past subs and girlfriends. None of them were really mistakes and most of them were perfect in their own way, Eric just hadn’t felt the compulsion to make a commitment to any of them. Thinking of Lilith, he stared at the garage door coming down. She would have been a mistake. The thought came out of nowhere, and he wanted to protest but couldn’t think of a good reason why. Maybe he and Lilith would have been a mistake in the end, but there was still a part of him that thought of her as the perfect sub.

  “Of course, I make mistakes, Elizabeth.” The garage door closed and Eric pulled the car around the small circular drive and checked both ways before pulling out onto the main street. It was empty of traffic, one of the perks of living in the neighbourhood. There was no reason for anyone to come down this way unless they were headed to one of the exclusive residences. “Every Dom is a person who has made and will make mistakes. Any Dom who tells you they’re perfect is lying to themselves and you should never, ever put your trust in a person who doesn’t know their own limits.”

  Elizabe
th was silent for a minute, and Eric wondered if he had scared her, but she finally spoke. “Do you know your limits, Master Eric?” He glanced over at Elizabeth with her perfect red lips, big blue eyes, and golden-coloured hair and wondered if she was not his limit. She was definitely the brattiest sub he’d ever known with a stubborn independent streak that would get her into trouble with any Dom who played with her, but there was something else, too, a vulnerability the Dom inside of him wanted to nurture and protect.

  “Let’s hope for both our sakes I do, Elizabeth.” He went back to concentrate on the twisting road as he drove out of West Vancouver and to the nearest big shopping mall.

  Chapter 11

  Elizabeth rushed through the office of the hedge fund where she worked with a cup of coffee in hand. Eric had insisted on dropping her off at work this morning even though she could have driven her own car, which one of the club’s members had driven over to Eric’s house for her on Sunday.

  Shimmying out of her jacket, she hung it up on the clothes tree behind her desk and plopped down on her swivel seat. Elizabeth set her coffee aside for a minute while she booted up her computer. Not that she really wanted to work. Nope. All Elizabeth could think about was the amazing weekend she had spent with Eric at his crazy awesome house. They had spent the day out shopping together, and Elizabeth pretended she didn’t notice him paying for a few of her items. She had insisted on paying for most of it, but she understood buying her things was a part of his DNA.

  She smiled at the memory of the argument they had gotten into over whether they should play at the club on Saturday night. Elizabeth had argued that Jerry had already taken so much from her it wasn’t fair for him to take her time at the club. Eric thought she needed time to process. In the end, Elizabeth had given in to his argument mostly because her spanking count was getting very high, but he more than made up for it in his big old bed and on the floor, in the shower, and every other surface of his house.