He could hear her sucking on the fake cock in her mouth now, and it drove his own arousal higher. He wrapped a fist around his control and kept teasing her, nipping at her exposed skin anywhere he could find it, on her ass, on her hip, in that soft skin between her neck and shoulder. He switched attention to her other breast, biting down lightly on the pebbled nipple.
She made a desperate sound and he pulled back. “Getting close?”
She nodded rapidly, blinking.
He removed his hands from her body, leaving her standing there, her eye so wide he could see white all the way around them. “Deep breaths, princess. In and out until you feel in control again.”
It took a long minute before he saw the tension easing slightly from her shoulders.
“Better?” he asked, and she nodded. “Good girl.”
He stroked a finger from just below the rope line to her belly button, dipping it inside. He squatted, following his finger with his tongue, sucking lightly at the smooth skin there. She tasted like the spring breeze coming in through the open window, fresh and clean and addicting. Some people liked their dungeon dark and close, but he preferred his light and open.
He settled his hands on her hips, squeezing them as he drew a path with his tongue from her navel to the light dusting of curls covering her mound. He teased her there, nuzzling her, shifting his hands to tug lightly at the rope between her legs. With the way he’d knotted it, any pressure on the rope would put pressure on her clit and also on her anus.
She went crazy, trembling so hard her entire body shook. She shoved her hand out, telling him to stop. “Red?” he asked, relieved when she shook her head. “Edge?”
She bobbed her head, breathing hard.
He tugged once more on the rope and she whimpered, then he stood. “Center yourself. Take control of your desire.”
She was making frustrated noises and licking and sucking desperately at the dildo. He loosened it from the O-ring and drew it out, plunging it in and out a handful of times, both giving her a break and making her more needy, before removing it completely. “Be right back, love. Don’t move.”
He went to his toy chest and pulled out another dildo, this one more lifelike in girth and texture. He had a longer one, but he’d save that for when he knew how deeply she could take a cock.
He showed her and her eyes widened comically. She shook her head, but she didn’t tell him to stop. He grabbed her hair in his fist and held her firm. “Stop fighting me, princess.” He grinned, seating the new dildo through the O-ring as she tried to push it out with her tongue. “Or don’t. That gets me hard, too.”
At his words or his actions or both, her eyes went hot and slumberous and he knew he’d made the right call. Even more so when she started sucking on it right away. “Oh, you are so perfect for me. I think you’re ready for more.”
This time, he touched her everywhere. Breasts, ass, even the soft spot behind her knees. Everywhere but between her legs. She was writhing with need, so close to the edge he wasn’t sure she’d be able to hold on. He reached up and unhooked the gag, tossing it aside. She gulped in air, and then she started talking, words that were stream of consciousness babbling, really.
“Oh, God, I can’t take much more. I want...I can’t...please.” There were tears, too, frustrated tears that showed him just how close she stood to the fire. He loved bringing a woman to this point where she couldn’t control her reactions or her emotions, and with Olivia, it was that much sweeter.
“I know what you want, but you need to ask my permission first, love. Properly.” He continued to stroke the crease in her leg, across her stomach, teasing her, taunting her, waiting for the words.
They came out in a rush, sounding like they were ripped from her throat out of sheer desperation. “Please, Sir. I need to come. Please let me come, Sir. Please.”
Satisfaction roared through him. Jesus, the begging tone of her voice hit every nerve he had, filled every hole that had been empty in his soul. On his suddenly unsteady legs, he led her to the open window that faced the wooded, private part of the yard, bracing her arms against the sill. “This feel okay?” When she nodded, he nudged her trembling legs apart, kneeling on the floor behind her.
He held on to her hips and bit her ass. Not lightly, but hard enough to leave a mark there. “Beg me again.” As he waited for the words, he untied the knots holding the rope between her legs in place. He tugged it back and forth in his hand, rocking the knots at her clit and her anus.
She cried out. “Oh, please! I need to come, Sir. Please may I come?” Her last word came out on a whisper. “Please.”
He peeled the rope loose and drove his tongue into her heat. The taste of her sent him reeling, and her heat scorched him. He teased her with tongue and fingers until her breath was choppy and her body shook. Only then did he give her the words she wanted. “Come for me, princess. Now.”
Chapter Sixteen
Liv’s release hit her like a tidal wave. She flushed hot all over and her whole body tensed. “Oh, Gabe,” she cried, shuddering from the top of her head to the tips of her toes and everywhere in between. Even while she was still trembling from the most powerful orgasm she’d ever had, he picked her up, carrying her to his bed. He set her down then shucked his pants and climbed into bed with her, running his hands up and down her body. She looked at him, her eyes unfocused, her breathing still unsteady.
He wanted her, needed her right now. Even through the haze of fog in her brain, she could see that. She craved him too, wanted him to fill the empty space inside her that was still quivering. But she could also see he was waiting, giving her a chance to rest her back if she needed it. Which she didn’t, thank God. Her sense of relief was huge, both from her orgasm and from finally learning it wouldn’t hurt her, but it wasn’t enough. Her rising desires made her beg again. “Please, Sir. I need you.”
He pushed himself onto his knees, quickly sheathing himself with the condom in his hand. He rolled her over onto her stomach, then drew her up so she was on her knees. He tucked several pillows beneath her so her back wouldn’t arch too far, and then plunged into her from behind. “Christ, love, you’re so hot and tight. I can feel you clenching around my cock. You’re ready to come again already, aren’t you?”
She pushed back against him, reveling in the feel of having him inside her. “Oh, God, yes. Please.”
He laughed, the sound dark and delicious. “We’ll see.” She groaned, and he laughed again.
He stroked in and out, so slowly she thought she’d lose her mind. His hands grasped her hips as he curved over her. With the way the mirror on his closet door was positioned, she could see everything from his glistening cock to the rope still wound around her body to the possessive grip of his hands. She felt possessed, too, every single finger pressing into her flesh. It was like a brand, his brand, as much as the spot on her neck was.
“Please, Sir, I need more.”
“Not yet, princess. Soon.” He grunted the last word as he changed the angle of his hips, stroking a different place inside.
She shuddered at the almost unbearable pleasure of it.
And then she felt something liquid hit her arse, something warm and slick. Seconds later, Gabe’s finger drew a path through it, pushing lightly against her anus.
She shuddered. “Oh, God. That feels so good.”
“I’m glad to hear it, princess, because that is one of my favorite spots to play.” He slipped his finger inside and then added another, opening them and stretching her. He continued to stroke his cock in and out of her even as he spoke. “So sensitive here, so forbidden.”
So damn good. When he withdrew his fingers, she banged her head against the bed.
He laughed. “Patience, love, patience. Remember that day you said it seemed like I had trouble staying on task? Well, this is me, focused. You wanted it,
you got it. But I go at my own pace.”
“Bloody he—” Her words cut off as she felt more liquid and then a cold object against her anus. She tensed, looked back over her shoulder. “Sir?”
He ran a hand along her hip. “Breathe, sweets. It’s just a small plug.” He held it up for her to see, then put it back where he wanted it. “Push out against the pressure.”
That was small? It looked huge to her, bigger than what he’d put in her mouth. It was clear glass, rounded at the top, wide in the middle, tapering down to a knob at the end. “Oh, God,” she said, panting. She pushed as he’d said, but damn, it burned. “I can’t. Oh, stop. No, no.”
“Shh,” he said, stroking her back. “It’s almost in.”
He’d barely finished speaking when the pressure eased off, and then there was just this unbelievable fullness inside. “How does that feel?”
She rested her head on her arms, breathing hard. “Full. But that was not fun.”
He chuckled. “You get used to it. And you will get used to it, love, because you’ll be wearing one every time we play. I like what it does to your body.” He plunged his cock into her pussy and—
“Oh. My. God.” It was tight, so tight and he felt huge inside her. On every stroke in, she groaned, and on every stroke out, she shuddered. Her mind went blissfully blank, and all she could do was feel.
* * *
Gabe hung on to his control by the skin of his teeth. Christ Almighty, Olivia was something else. She’d taken that plug well, in spite of her snarky answer. And she loved it, he knew she did from the noises she was making now. He could feel the plug making her body even tighter around his cock.
He gritted his teeth and grabbed the end of the plug, pulling it out the tiniest bit as he stroked inside her, and then plunging it back in as he stroked out.
Olivia grabbed the sheets on his bed in her fists and was begging. “Please, please, please. I need to come. I need...please. Now. Please.”
He couldn’t hold back any longer. He pulled the plug out and tossed it on the bed, then grasped her hips, fucking her like he’d never get to do it again. “Now, princess. Come now.” She threw her head back and let out a groan that shattered the last of his restraint. He twisted his hips once, twice, and then he was gone, following her over the edge into the abyss.
He had enough presence of mind left to pull her to the side so he didn’t crush her into the mattress. Still inside her, he tucked her close, both of them breathing hard. They stayed that way for a few long minutes, but then he pulled out, shuddering at the loss of connection. He grabbed a handful of tissues and tugged off the condom.
Olivia rolled her head toward his. She was worn out, and her eyes wore the glaze of a thoroughly satisfied submissive. A sub’s first time was mentally and physically exhausting, and he’d woken her early from sleep. She was done, so he worked quickly to unbind her from the rope.
“No,” she protested, rousing enough to push at his hands. “I want...no...please...leave it.”
“Easy, princess. It needs to come off, but we’ll do this again. I promise.” He continued to remove the rope, murmuring nothing, soothing words to her.
She started to shiver, fine tremors shaking her body. A tear trickled from her eye and she tried to turn her head away.
He wouldn’t allow it, stopping her with his palm cupping her cheek. “It’s okay, love. You’re overwhelmed, and you’re crashing. You don’t need to hide that from me. I don’t want you to hide it from me,” he amended, and he kissed her lightly on the mouth. He made her take a drink of water and then he pulled her close against him on the bed, covering them both with a light blanket. He stroked her hair, whispered softly to her, and held her as she started shaking uncontrollably. Aftercare. Possibly the most satisfying part of being a Dom, for him, anyway.
He watched her for a long time, stroking her body gently, reverently. He’d never been this obsessed over a woman, never been unable to put one out of his mind, and now he knew why things were different with Olivia.
He was in love with her, and he was never letting her go. It had just taken a while for his brain to admit what his heart already knew.
She’d never been weak in his eyes, only injured. And even hurting and brand new to BDSM, she’d jumped in with both feet. He loved having her here, in his house and in his bed and hell, in his arms. He was never giving that up. He was going to collar her, and then he was going to marry her. He’d give her time to get used to the idea. Maybe a month. And then all bets were off.
He tucked the blanket around her and pulled her closer, wrapping his arm across her chest and collaring her throat with his palm. “Love you, princess mine,” her murmured. He wasn’t sure if she’d hear him, but he couldn’t hold it back. And if she didn’t, he’d be telling her he loved her a thousand ways over the next twenty thousand days.
Slowly, she started to come around. He pushed her hair back from her forehead and kissed her on her nose. “Hey there. Look who’s back.” She buried her face against his chest, but he felt her smile against his skin. Even so... “Princess?”
She looked up, and the smile was still on her face and it was in her eyes, too. “Yes, Sir?”
Relief rushed through him. “Doing good?”
She blushed but nodded. “Doing great. That was...” Her words drifted off and her eyes got a faraway look in them. She shook her head as if to clear it. “Amazing.”
“You were amazing, love. Thank you for trusting me to keep you safe.”
* * *
Love. Liv tucked the endearment away in her heart. She’d heard him call her that several times. She wouldn’t push it, though. They’d only known each other a month. Although that was what she felt for him, wasn’t it? Love?
It was. It had to be. She couldn’t imagine herself letting anyone else touch her the way she’d let Gabe touch her. Not even Marcus, whom she’d once had a terrible crush on. He lived in this world too, but the thought of him being this intimate with her? No. This went so much further than sex, so much deeper than attraction.
It could only be love.
She shifted in bed and the blanket came loose. Before Gabe could pull it up again, she saw something she hadn’t seen in the fog she’d been in earlier. She sat up quickly.
“Whoa, princess. What’s wrong?”
Her mouth dropped open as she looked down at her now exposed torso. “I, uh...” she started, but words failed her.
There were marks where the rope had been, across her chest both above and under her breasts. She felt the ridges with her finger, and it made her light-headed. She pulled the blanket down farther, exposing the rest of her body. There were rope marks around the tops of her legs and over her hips, too, leading to a V at the juncture of her thighs. She drew her fingers over those as well, surprised to feel a rush of arousal.
Gabe grinned. “They’ll fade soon, but we’ll make more. If that’s something you enjoyed, that is. Do you like them, love?”
Like was too mild a word, but she nodded. “They’re, um...wow.” And they were. The look of them would be burned into her brain forever.
He tugged her back down until she was sprawled across his chest and they were nose to nose. “I’m glad to hear that. I loved giving them to you.” He kissed her swiftly, then turned them in one fluid move until they lay face to face on their sides. Then he leaned up on one elbow, touching her everywhere with his free hand. Breast, curve of her hip, ass.
She started to lift her own hand, wanting to touch him, but she paused. “May I, Sir?”
He smiled indulgently. “I’m all yours, love.”
His easy acceptance filled her heart. She started at his face, tracing the lines at the corners of his eyes and the curve of bone in his cheek, and then moved her hand down his neck to his chest. It was a feast to her starving sense of touch, and she gorged he
rself. She leaned forward and tongued his nipple, drawing a groan from him. Encouraged, she licked a path down the center of his chest until she reached his semi-aroused cock.
Her mouth watered. She’d wanted to taste him so many times over the past few weeks she didn’t know where to start.
Sure she did. She started at the top and worked her way down. First with her tongue, licking him like a tasty piece of candy. When he was good and wet, she caught him in her fist and gave him several long strokes. His grunt was one of pure masculine satisfaction.
He rolled onto his back and tugged her between his legs. “Suck me, princess. I’ve been dreaming of that since forever. You’re an obsession, I swear.”
It gave her a huge rush to do as he ordered, so when she lowered her head and sucked him deep inside, she found herself aroused again, though she ignored it and focused on him.
“Stop.”
She froze, his cock still in her mouth.
“Imagine doing this while you’re wearing that cock gag. You’re tied to the spanking bench on your belly, and I’m standing in front of you. How deep can you take me through that O-ring in the gag?”
She whimpered, and he let out a sound that was half laugh, half groan.
He continued to speak, painting a vivid picture for her. “Or maybe no gag. Just you and me, your mouth, my cock. I let you do what you want with me for a while, but then I make you stop, because now I want to play.” He slipped his hands in her hair, grasping the sides of her head, and he thrust. “A blow job is giving, and it has its place. But I want to take, so I fuck your mouth. As deep as I want, as hard as I want.”
God. His words were making her wet, making her insides all hot and bothered again. How could that be after the orgasm she’d had earlier? And his words had an effect on him too, one she could feel each time he thrust a little harder.
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