by Leah Brooke
“I can be what you need. Please just give me a chance.”
Shaking his head, he smiled, his eyes darkening. “Baby, you already are what I need.” He touched his lips to hers before lifting his head, his grip firming as he stared down at her. “One day, you’ll believe that.”
Nodding, she turned away, her bottom warm and her stomach fluttering with nerves. “I’ll go get ready.”
Ace released her, inclining his head. “You do that. Turn on the light.”
Knowing he would be able to see her, but she wouldn’t be able to see him, added to her sense of vulnerability, something Ace would know well.
She turned back just long enough to meet his gaze. “Yes, Sir.”
Her legs shook as she made her way to their bedroom and turned on the light.
The first thing she saw was the black silk mask on the bed.
She hurriedly took off her earrings and necklace, knowing that Ace never allowed any jewelry during one of their scenes—except for the rings he’d placed on her finger.
Her hands shook as she removed her dress and tossed it into the nearby chair, and staring at the blindfold, she tried to guess how much time she had and rushed to remove her lace bra.
She glanced at the doorway, hoping to see Ace standing there but instead found it empty.
She couldn’t hear anything, which meant nothing.
Her husband could move without making a sound, and knowing that he could be right outside the doorway, she hurriedly bent over, propping herself on her elbows, and slipped the mask over her eyes.
Spreading her thighs, she fisted her hands in the soft bedding.
And waited.
* * * *
Ace watched his wife disappear from view, inwardly cursing when his cell phone vibrated. Answering on the first ring, he moved into the living room, sitting in the closest chair to take off his boots. “Tyler.”
“Hey, Ace. It’s Law. How are you?”
Ace knew his brothers and everyone else meant well, but he’d really gotten tired of the question. Biting back his impatience, he set his boots aside and sat back. “I’m fine, Law. I just got back from dinner with my wife, and she’s waiting impatiently for me.”
Law chuckled. “Point taken. I just wanted you to know that since you seem to be recovering well—so well that you’re putting Do Not Disturb signs on your front door—Zach and I are going back to Dallas. Courtney wants to stay here and finish replenishing her store, and we’ll be back Friday night.”
“Okay. I’ll check on her.”
“Thanks. We both feel safe leaving her here, and she seems to relax more when she’s in Desire.”
Alerted by the edge in his brother’s tone, Ace sat up again. “Problem?”
Law sighed. “Don’t know. Something. Working on it.”
Frowning at his brother’s clipped tone, Ace got to his feet, concerned but confident that his brothers could handle their wife.
Still, he would watch her.
“I’ll keep an eye on her.”
“I know. Appreciate it. See you in a couple of days.”
Ace disconnected and rose, setting his phone on the table with his keys, his thoughts already centered on his wife and the evening ahead.
Knowing that she expected more of the whip and crop, he smiled, imagining her response to what he had planned for her.
After turning off the light, he made his way down the hallway, pausing to lean against their bedroom doorway, his chest swelling at the surge of love for his wife.
He took a moment to take in the sight of her, his cock thickening and swelling as he let his gaze rake over her.
Her smooth olive skin, which he knew to be as soft as it looked, made his palms itch, the need to stroke her almost overwhelming.
Bent over, with black lace framing an ass right out of his fantasies, she faced away from him, her hands fisted in the soft bedspread on either side of her head, her lips parted.
She stiffened slightly, obviously sensing his presence, but although the blindfold hid her eyes, he knew they would be dark with hunger, trepidation, love, and trust.
Unable to wait any longer, he straightened and stepped into their bedroom, his gaze moving over her as he closed and locked the door behind him.
“Ace?”
Smiling, he ran a hand over her firm ass, reveling in the softness of her skin. “Excuse me?”
“Master.” The breathlessness in her voice made him even harder.
Moving to stand behind her, Ace undressed, tossing his clothes onto the bed beside her, smiling when she wiggled her ass and moved back to make contact.
He knew how important touch would be to her in the coming minutes and planned to use it to increase the closeness and sense of intimacy between them—the intimacy of a Dominant and the submissive who held his heart.
He needed that from her, a strengthening and deepening of the strong bond they’d already created together.
He also needed her to realize her own strength.
Naked, he moved away, taking her hands in his and urging her to her feet and toward the playroom, need for her stronger than ever.
Hope gripped her husband’s hand, her breath catching when she heard the playroom door being unlocked and opened.
She wished he would say something, but he remained silent.
She wished he would touch her, but he only touched her wrists.
Leading her into the playroom, he paused only long enough to close and lock the door before taking her farther into the room.
Without a word, he lifted her wrists just above her head, fastening them securely in soft padded cuffs.
Tugging at them experimentally, she found them as secure as she’d expected.
As soon as he’d secured them, he released her, but instead of touching her as she’d expected, he moved away.
Sucking in a breath, she shifted restlessly, bracing herself for the strike of the crop, her pussy clenching in anticipation.
She felt the warmth of his body behind her again, jolting when his cock brushed against the small of her back.
Anticipating the sting of the crop on her thigh or bottom, Hope gasped when something incredibly soft brushed over her cheek.
Trembling, she moaned but remained perfectly still as it trailed lower, across her chin and to her other cheek.
Another moan escaped when it slid lower to her neck and was joined by another.
Realizing that it had to be something her husband held, or some kind of gloves on her husband’s hands, she let her head fall back on another moan.
The soft delicate touch caressed her shoulders before closing on her upper arms, leading her to the belief that her husband used some kind of glove.
The soft, furry glove moved slowly up her arms, bringing every nerve ending to life. The journey back down again was even slower, grazing the underside of her arms in slow, long strokes.
She’d never thought of her underarms as erogenous zones before, but his soft caress there made her pussy clench and her clit throb in ways she never would have anticipated.
The soft caress made her skin hypersensitive, focusing all of her attention on the soft slide of the gloves.
Down her back, up her sides, and down her back again, each time caressing the outer curve of her breasts until her nipples beaded tight, aching for attention.
The caress on her bottom weakened her knees, the slow smooth slide of the gloves over her hips and to her bottom again, the feeling of being pampered and adored making her desperate for his touch.
As if sensing her need, Ace touched his lips to the outer curve of her ear. “Do you know how incredible it feels to know that all of this is mine?”
“Master.”
“Yes, baby?”
“I want you.”
“I know what you want. I also know what you need.”
He moved away again, and seconds later, she felt him lift her leg, removing one shoe and then the other.
She sucked in a breath when she felt
him unfasten her stockings from her garters and, barely touching her, slowly rolled one and then the other down her legs and off.
Feeling him at her back again, she tried to lean back against him, but he stayed just out of reach, his fingertips brushing her skin lightly as he removed her garter belt.
“As beautiful as you look in this, I want you completely naked.”
“Yes.”
The garter fell away, but he didn’t touch her again.
“Yes, what?”
Hope stiffened. “Yes, Master.”
“Good girl.”
His velvety tone did little to disguise the steel beneath it, and it hit her suddenly how often he’d called her a good girl in the last several days.
The soft fur gloves moved over her back again, the softness of his touch making her languorous with sensation while, inside, need clawed at her.
She started to cry out his name, remembering at the last second. “Master!”
She’d do anything to keep him doing what he was doing.
“Yes, baby?”
“It’s incredible.”
“I know. You’ve been such a good girl for me that I decided to reward you.”
The soft caress continued down her back to her bottom again and then down the outside of her legs, making every nerve ending quiver in delight.
He lingered at her feet, lifting one and then the other to caress each millimeter of her foot and even between her toes.
He slid his gloved hands slowly up the backs of her legs, paying particular attention to the sensitive spot at the backs of her knees before sliding higher to her bottom before beginning another downward journey.
“Dear God.”
Her clit felt as if it had a heartbeat of its own, her pussy clenching almost incessantly, and although she rubbed her thighs together, it didn’t help ease the ache.
“Please.”
“Shh.”
He slid his hand up the inside of her legs, but because she’d closed them, he continued up the back of them instead.
Frustrated, she groaned and hurriedly parted her legs, desperate for his touch on the inside of her thighs.
Warm lips touched her bottom cheek. “Good girl.”
She’d do anything to keep him talking to her in that tone.
To touch her.
His gloved hands made the slow journey back down before moving up the backs of her legs again.
Why didn’t he caress the inside of her thighs again?
With sudden insight, she realized that, because she’d pressed them closed, he’d make her wait.
Vowing to do her best to anticipate what he wanted, she spread her thighs even farther and stuck her bottom out, grateful for the restraints at her wrists for steadying her.
“Very good girl.”
He rewarded her by running his hands slowly up the inside of her thighs while brushing his lips and tongue over her bottom.
Her moans came faster until they were almost continuous, her thighs soaked with her juices.
His lips and mouth warmed her bottom, making her puckered open tingle with awareness.
She fought to keep her legs from trembling, holding her breath as his gloved hands slid higher.
Past her knees and slowly up her inner thighs.
Closer and closer.
Oh God!
The fur glove lightly brushed her clit, the sensation so intense that she jolted, crying out. “Ace!”
She realized her mistake almost immediately. “I’m sorry, Master.”
Several long seconds of silence followed, silence that stretched Hope’s nerves.
The feel of soft fur on her cheek again startled her, a whimper escaping when she realized that, as punishment for not addressing him properly, he’d started all over.
It would be torture, but the most pleasurable torture she could imagine.
She would have to give him everything he wanted in order to get the release she so desperately needed, which meant that she had to focus.
Straightening, she lifted her face to his, making her face and neck more accessible to him.
His touch built the hunger inside her but somehow soothed her, and focusing on him made her feel a little more grounded.
He slid both hands down the sides of her neck, his lips warm against hers. “You’re being so good.”
Remembering herself, she remained as still as she could instead of reaching for him the way she wanted to. “Thank you, Master. I want to be good for you.”
Some part of her brain registered the fact that she’d never said such a thing to him before—at least with such sincerity—but she couldn’t deny that nothing had ever felt so right.
Ace continued to run the fur gloves over her neck and jaw, his cock throbbing at her uninhibited response.
She no longer cared about putting up a tough front and yielded to the pleasure and his needs more than she’d ever done in the past.
Her deeper slip into submission would leave her shaken afterward and would unsettle her for days, and it would be his responsibility to help her come to grips with it.
His headstrong wife usually bristled at being called a good girl, but now he used the words with careful deliberation, and she now responded each time he used them.
He ran his hands lightly up and down her arms, every breathless moan he earned like a stroke to his cock.
He purposely remained out of reach when she tried to rub her breasts against him, knowing full well that her beaded nipples would be aching and so sensitized that even the lightest touch would give her intense pleasure.
Her reaction to the light touch of the fur against her clit had been as intense as he’d expected, but probably more than his wife could have anticipated.
He stared down at her flushed features, the surge of love and possessiveness swelling his chest and making his cock throb even more.
He teased himself—and her—by running the soft fur down the underside of her arms and lower, grazing the outer curves of her breasts.
Her sharp intake of breath delighted him, as did the way she arched, thrusting her breasts out in invitation.
Not about to rush things, Ace moved to stand behind her again, running the gloves from her hands, secured above her head, down to her shoulders before touching his lips to the outer curve of her ear. “You’re being so good.”
He glanced at the butt plug and lube standing at the ready with a smile. “So good. I’m very proud of you. It takes a lot of strength to give so much.”
Shivering, she tilted her head to the side, exposing the delicate curve of her neck. “Thank you, Master.”
The words spilled more readily from her lips, without the hesitancy of trying to remember how to address him, the breathlessness in her voice intoxicating.
To reward her, and himself, he nuzzled her neck. “You’re welcome.”
He straightened, running his gloved hands over her shoulders and down her back, smiling when she hurriedly spread her thighs wide and arched her back, pushing her bottom out to him.
Accepting the invitation, Ace ran his gloved hands over her bottom. “You’re so beautiful. So sweet. So giving. And all mine.”
“Yours.” Hope let her head fall back on a moan, her breathing becoming harsher.
Crouching behind her, Ace ran his hands down the outside of her shapely legs, unable to resist brushing his lips over her luscious ass. “Every inch.”
Hope sucked in a breath, and let it out on a moan that hardened his cock even more. “Yes, Master.”
Her words came more readily now, her thoughts no longer on fighting her surrender.
To reward her and give her the positive reinforcement to surrender even more, he ran his gloved hands up the inside of her legs, pausing just long enough to caress the sensitive backs of her knees before sliding the fur up the insides of her thighs.
Hope held her breath, fisting her hands tighter as she struggled against her impending orgasm, barely breathing when the soft fur brushed against her clit.
Ace’s warm hand firmed on her bottom, telling her that he’d removed one of the gloves while he used the other to run the soft fur over her slit from her clit to her bottom.
Parting her bottom cheeks, he focused his attention on her puckered opening, the soft slide of the fur over the delicate flesh heightening the awareness there.
Her position made it easier to keep her bottom cheeks parted, the sense of vulnerability at being so exposed conspicuously absent.
She wanted him to touch her there, to take what belonged to him.
As if reading her mind, her husband used his strong fingers to part her bottom cheeks even wider, creating the sting she so desperately needed.
“Your tight little ass is so beautiful. You’re clenching hard, baby.”
“Yes, Master. Oh!” Hope gasped at the feel of his tongue circling her puckered opening, the fire he ignited almost making her come on the spot. Shifting restlessly, she fought to hold it back.
Ace brushed the fur over her opening again. “You’ve been so good that I’m gonna let you come whenever you want—as many times as you want. What do you think of that?”
Tears of relief stung her eyes, and she went to her toes, bending her knees slightly to open herself even more. “Thank you, Sir. Thank you. Thank you.”
She could just enjoy the pleasure and take everything she could without worrying about holding back.
But she knew it would only last as long as she pleased him.
“You’re welcome. Your bottom is really clenching. It wants to be filled, doesn’t it?”
Just the thought of it sent a rush of pleasure through her, releasing more of her juices. “Yes! Please, Master.”
Just calling him Master had usually seemed like part of a game in the past, but no longer.
He owned her, body and soul, at least for the moment, and she saw no reason not to give in to it.
“Of course, baby. I’m gonna use the plunger to lube you, my sweet little submissive. I want to make sure you’re lubed really good. The plug will slide right in, and there will be nothing you can do to stop it. Would you like that?”
“Yes, Master.” Hope moaned as another mini orgasm rippled through her.