He closed his eyes, and his hips jerked forward.
Emboldened, she took more of him in her mouth, pressing her tongue against that sensitive spot below his cockhead.
She wrapped a hand around his cock and began to stroke his length. He groaned. She took more of him in her mouth.
Abruptly he released her head. “Glad that’s not on your ‘no way’ list.”
She returned to her submission pose and wiped her hand across her mouth. “Uhm… Was I doing something wrong?”
“Good God, no. But I’m holding back. Restraint is good for the soul.”
He left her for a minute and returned with papers. “Medical records,” he told her.
Slightly surprised that he was so matter-of-fact, she took the paper and looked at it. “I don’t have papers,” she said. “But my medical report looks the same as yours. I practice safe sex.”
He nodded. “Agreed.”
He went into the bathroom, and she heard the water running. “Get in here,” he called.
Unsure what to do, she opted for crawling.
“Right choice,” he told her.
The bathroom was as amazing as the rest of the living space. The huge space was dominated by slate and marble, and a glass sink sat on top of the counter. He’d left her a toothbrush and toothpaste.
The shower was the size of her walk-in closet at home, and the unit had two showerheads. Each was on a slide to adjust the height and had a detachable handheld head as well as independent temperature controls. There was a wooden bench in one corner with an assortment of bottles: shampoo, soap, conditioner.
The tub looked large and inviting; it was big enough to host a small party.
So even though she wasn’t in her own luxury hotel room, this wasn’t exactly suffering.
He adjusted the shower temperature, then placed two huge, fluffy towels over a heater. Nope. Definitely not suffering.
He opened the glass door, entered the shower, and said, “Join me, Shelby?”
He might have phrased the words as a question, but there was no mistaking the uncompromising tone.
She crawled across the room, then stood.
“Leave the bolo tie on the counter. I want you to put it back on as soon as you’re dry.”
She nodded and followed his instruction.
“You’re beautiful,” he said as she stepped into the warm water.
She wasn’t sure of that. Her hair was long, and on the wild and uncontrollably curly side, especially in humidity.
Her breasts were way too small, and her rear was way too big, or so she’d always thought until he’d been so appreciative of it.
Steam billowed around them and settled on the glass.
He surprised her by taking hold of her and drawing her back against him. She expected he’d want her to face him, but she liked the way he held her. His thick cock pressed against her butt. He dispensed soap from one of the bottles on the bench. He lathered the soap, then fondled her breasts, squeezed her nipples, then trailed lower, down her ribs, across her belly. After rinsing the soap from his skin, he moved his hand between her legs.
She was grateful he kept one arm around her waist to support her weight. With the way he was touching her, making her respond, she lost her ability for rational thought. He moved his fingers deftly, plumping her clit, pinching it, pulling it, teasing it, stroking it. He drove her mad with the touches. He inserted a finger deep inside her already wet cunt. “Sir, I think I’m going to come.”
“Not yet.”
“But—”
“Shelby!”
She concentrated on her breathing, trying to detach from the maddeningly dangerous thoughts of shattering in his arms. Her breaths turned into gasping pants, but still she fought off the orgasm.
Just when she was sure she couldn’t take anymore, he stopped.
It was all she could do not to stomp her foot in frustration. Instead, she said, “Thank you, Sir.”
“You really are a fast learner,” he said.
He turned her to face him.
She watched as he dispensed a small amount of clear gel across his fingertips.
“I’m going to insert one finger into you anally.”
Her mouth dried. “I… Uhm… No. That’s on my ‘not now not ever’ list.”
“Was on your ‘not now not ever’ list,” he corrected.
“Sir…”
“Trust me, Shelby. You took a beating you thought you couldn’t. If someone had told you at the beginning of the day that you’d be my sex slave for a week, you wouldn’t have believed them.”
“Still don’t,” she admitted.
“You can do anything for three minutes, can’t you?”
“Three minutes?” She looked at his eyes, then again at his hand. And she couldn’t help but notice how big his cock looked. This, whatever it was that was happening between them, made him hard. The knowledge that playing with her turned him on was enough to push her past her comfort zone.
She wanted to please this man.
“Give me three minutes,” he said. “If you’re too uncomfortable, we’ll stop. No safe word for three minutes. I will not hurt you, but I will ask for your cooperation. Don’t hold yourself stiff; don’t fight it, me, or yourself.”
Water drizzled over them, and she slowly nodded.
“After three minutes, I’ll ask you if you want to continue.”
“I won’t.”
He smoothed hair back from her face in a tender, loving way.
“Three minutes,” she said before she drowned in his eyes. “Go.”
He laughed, and the sound did strange things to her insides.
“Turn around. Face the back wall and move in a little closer to it.”
She followed his directions.
“Spread your legs a little farther apart.”
She did.
“More.”
“Your time is ticking,” she said.
“My time starts when I say,” he countered.
“How come you always get to be the boss?” she asked, looking over her shoulder.
“Because that’s the way I like it. Face the wall.”
He moved in front of her and knelt.
Whatever she’d expected, it certainly wasn’t that.
He moved her back a little and said, “Good. Now move closer to me. Place your hands on the wall above your head.”
Slowly, hesitantly, she did. The tiles had a bumpy texture, and they weren’t slippery.
He placed one hand on the small of her back, effectively imprisoning her.
She wasn’t sure she could take him eating her cunt again. She was only human.
But that’s exactly what he did.
He swirled his tongue around her clit; then he pressed against it. He fingered her pussy as he sucked, licked, and bit her swollen flesh. He was a master at pleasing her, perfectly reading her responses.
She began to move her hips. He continued the pressure, the pleasure. It was exquisite torture.
He maneuvered so that his thumb was inside her pussy, and he had a finger against her tightest hole.
She froze.
“Three minutes,” he said against her. “Starting now.”
He moved his finger away and went back to playing with her cunt. He got her closer and closer to an orgasm; then he gently feathered a touch across her rear entrance.
She froze, but when he moved away, she relaxed again.
On his knees, he continued his relentless assault. His mouth was everywhere, sucking her labia, her clit. He moved his tongue expertly across her clit, into her pussy. The hand that wasn’t holding her prisoner seemed to be everywhere: on her butt cheeks, her stomach, parting her folds.
Her orgasm built again, and he seemed to recognize the signs. He brushed lightly against her anal whorl, then continued on without stopping.
She began to relax.
Her knees sagged under his constant movement.
She braced herself more fully on the sh
ower wall, needing the support.
She was quickly getting lost as he built then backed away from her climax.
Even though they were in the shower, she knew she was sweating. Her calf muscles trembled.
He pressed a finger to her anus again, but instead of pulling away, he held it there. “Master Trevor!”
He removed the hand he’d wrapped around her back, leaving her free to pull away. But she was incapable of it with the way he spread her pussy lips and slid three big fingers inside her.
She rocked and jerked, seeking relief.
She looked down, seeing the top of his head as he skillfully licked her cunt.
He found her G-spot, and she jerked, rising onto her tiptoes and silently inviting him deeper as she reached for her orgasm. “Sir!”
He eased his finger into her ass.
She whimpered as the climax engulfed her.
She’d been helpless to resist, despite the fact he hadn’t given permission and it meant she might be punished.
But instead of pulling away from her, he continued. Unbelievably a second orgasm built deep inside.
She was lost in a dozen nerve-tingling sensations. Then her body seemed to freeze momentarily. He thrust fingers in and out of her pussy and her rear. She was no longer saying no; she was enjoying the intensity. Being stretched wide by him was amazing. She’d never felt anything like it. Overcome, she squeezed her eyes shut and thrust her hips, setting the pace that she wanted for him to lick her.
She all but fucked his mouth. He pressed his thumb against her clit, and she screamed out the most powerful orgasm of her life.
She lost her grip on the wall, but he was there to hold her, keep her safe. He supported her, and she placed her hands on top of his head.
In that instant she realized she trusted him, trusted him completely. The scene at Dark Haven would have been impossible with any other dom. Anal penetration would have been impossible without him reading her reactions so completely and accurately.
What the hell was she getting herself into? “Thank you,” she said, remembering her manners, barely.
He eased his fingers from inside her body and stood. He cupped her buttocks in his palms, digging his fingers into her flesh and holding her so tight she couldn’t squirm away.
“Tell me what you’re thanking me for.”
He’d gone from gentle but insistent lover to dominant, unrelenting male in less than a handful of seconds.
“For the orgasms.”
“And?”
“For your patience as you…”
He waited. The man was overwhelming. Tall. Broad. Dark hair damp from the shower’s spray. And his gaze was totally focused on her.
She tried again, knowing he wouldn’t be satisfied with anything less than her honesty. “For your patience as you put your finger up my ass.”
“Tell me about the experience.”
Her entire body was heated, and she wanted to change the conversation. She knew better, though, than to refuse to answer. “It was sexy.”
He waited.
She sighed. “It made my orgasm more intense.”
“You’ll beg me to do it again?”
She lowered her head. Wet hair clung to her face. “Yes.”
“I didn’t hear you.”
She tipped back her head. Did he ever show mercy? This experience with him astounded her. Her whole life, she’d been in control of everything. As far back as elementary school, when there had been trouble on the playground, she’d been the peacekeeper, helping all sides learn to take turns and share. No matter what anyone wanted, she’d always been in the middle, helping everyone get pieces of what they wanted. Now she was questioning her entire approach. This man, with his arms folded, won’t-take-no-or-maybe-for-an-answer stance, had given her experiences she would have never otherwise had. “Yes,” she admitted, looking at him, refusing to hide. “Yes, I’ll beg you to fuck my ass with your finger, Sir.”
He nodded. “Not everything is as terrifying as you’ve made it in your mind. I only have one more thing for you right now.”
More? A beating and having a finger up her anus wasn’t enough? What else did he want? Her unconditional surrender? And if he demanded it, was she capable of giving it?
“Put your right foot on that bench, sub.”
* * *
Slowly she moved into position. Christ, she was wonderful.
Since he generally only played with experienced women, he’d never experienced this type of mutual discovery. Seeing her metamorphosis enchanted him. She’d been terrified, but curious, about his punishment. The expression on her face when she’d asked him to refasten her bonds after she’d overreacted to the first stroke of his belt had undone him. Her face had been flushed, her eyes wide open, her lips slightly parted. Despite her fear, her pussy had been wet. She could have run, but she’d chosen not to.
She’d done everything he asked of her, including sucking his cock. He’d admired the way she fought her embarrassment in the cab, as she’d crawled up the stairs, and now, as he forced her to admit she’d liked his finger up her rear.
He lathered soap and spread it across her pubic area.
“Sir?”
“I’m shaving off your pubic hair.” He looked at her. “Any objection?” She would shock them both if she didn’t voice at least some concern.
She blinked several times as if trying to decide whether to protest or not.
“Why?”
“Because I want to. Because I don’t want you hiding. Because it pleases me.”
He saw, rather than heard, her exhalation.
“If you say so, Sir.”
She’d done it—shocked them both.
He bent and took up a razor. With a few quick strokes, he shaved off the majority of her hair. Then he more carefully held each labia and drew the razor gently across the tender flesh. “Perfect,” he said when he was done.
“I—”
“Thank you, Sir,” he coached, interrupting.
“Thank you, Sir, for shaving my pussy.”
He couldn’t resist. He put down the razor, dug his hands into her long hair, and drew her toward him.
He claimed her mouth in a deep, long, passionate kiss, using his tongue to simulate the way he was going to fuck her.
She responded perfectly, leaning into him. He supported her weight, and he reached around them to turn off each showerhead.
He reluctantly ended the kiss and opened the door to grab a towel. He dried her while she stood there, innocently seductive. His cock throbbed incessantly. Trevor had restrained himself for several hours, keeping his libido in check even though he’d brought her off numerous times. He towel dried her hair, then said, “When I enter the bedroom, I want to find you bent over the bed, your breasts on the mattress, with your hands behind you, holding your ass cheeks apart.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He used the same towel to dry his body as he watched her put the bolo tie back on and then smooth her hair into some semblance of control. She might as well not bother. He intended to have it a mess in under five minutes.
Without being told, she lowered herself to her hands and knees.
He’d made his point about control, and he was more than willing to let her walk. But damn, she looked so sexy with her hips swaying and a few droplets of water clinging to her naked body that he decided to tell her later she no longer had to crawl unless given specific instruction to do so.
He stroked his cock as he watched her. Then, feeling the telltale tightening of his muscles, he squeezed the base of his penis, hard.
A few moments later, he grabbed a condom from a drawer and went into the bedroom.
She had pulled back the comforter and followed his instructions perfectly.
Her ample rear was displayed beautifully, and she held the buttocks apart as he wanted. The splash of crimson paint on her manicured fingernails was a stunning, stark contrast to her dark skin.
As he looked at her, willingly spread a
nd waiting for him and with the bolo tight around her throat, his cock lengthened again. His body definitely wasn’t impressed by his attempts to hold back an orgasm.
He loved the sight of her from the back. He might never take her any other way. Earlier she’d been punished for not showing her ass when he demanded. Since then, he’d had a finger inside her, and now she was holding her buttocks apart for him.
Anxious to claim her as his again, he ripped the wrapper from the condom, then rolled the latex down his length.
He knelt behind her and licked her freshly shaved pussy, making sure she was completely aroused before he penetrated her.
“Oh, Sir!”
“Hang on,” he told her. He inserted a finger inside her tightness and found her wet. “You are a good little sub.”
“I want you, Sir.”
After standing, he guided his cockhead to the entrance of her pussy.
She moved back a little to meet him.
He guided her back where he wanted her, tilting her hips forward as he said, “Keep still, sub.”
“But…”
He sighed. “You’re the sub; I’m the Dom, Shelby. Any questions?”
She looked over her shoulder at him through her veil of damp hair. “Will you fuck me? Please?”
If she had any idea how hard it was for him to keep from taking her and ejaculating in a single stroke… “Keep yourself in position. Ass spread.”
He dug one hand into her hair, holding her imprisoned. He used his other hand to guide his cock to her opening. When he was balls-deep, he reached over to a side table and squirted some lube onto his right index finger. “I’m going to put a finger in your ass while I fuck you.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said.
Perfect. His.
He held her hair, rode her hard. He not only inserted two fingers, he kept them there. Then when she accommodated him, he withdrew them and reinserted them in simultaneous rhythm with his cock.
“This is the most intense thing I’ve ever felt. You were right.”
If she remembered those words, she’d get herself out of a lot of trouble in the future.
He removed his hand from her hair so he could tease her clit. The woman was utterly responsive.
“Sir…? May I…?” She gasped.
“You may come, sub.” He wanted her to come before him, and truthfully he didn’t know how much longer he could last with the way her internal muscles milked and squeezed him.
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