Hers, Unbroken

by Anna Adler

  Her quick actions took his breath away. Chase’s entire body tensed. “Oh…fuck. Mistress…”

  Her pussy was so tight it made him see stars. He panted and growled. She moaned. Her fingernails scratched his shoulders, leaving blazing trails in their wake. She threw her head back, revealing the column of her throat.

  “Yes,” she breathed as she rocked her hips. “I need this. You feel so good inside me.”

  She wiggled in his lap, as if trying to fit them together as snugly as possible. Chase thought his brain might explode. He couldn’t think straight with his cock buried in her tight heat.

  He realized he wasn’t going to last long. He’d been so turned on for so long that he couldn’t hold back, and Holly’s sudden passion overwhelmed him. She rode him fast, her hands caressing him as if she couldn’t get enough of him. It was too good. Fuck.

  “I can’t—” he grunted. “I’m gonna—”

  “You’re not going to come,” Holly said, her voice wicked steel, but at the same time, she bounced on him with even more vigor.

  Evil woman.

  Her attitude went straight into his cock. A strangled groan tore out of him. He squeezed her hips in his hands, trying to slow her down. She wrapped her hand around his chain and yanked him closer.

  “You’re not coming yet, you hear me?”

  Fuck, she was vicious. She kissed him hard, clutching his chain in her hand, all while she worked his cock with her pussy. Chase lost it. He clutched her to him, her body pressed against his, and he thrust into her. He held her for a few seconds, lost in the heady ecstasy of release, his beautiful Mistress in his arms, and then dropped limp, heaving enormous breaths.

  Holly was sitting on top of him, leaning on his shoulders. She grinned down at him.

  “You disobeyed.”

  “I couldn’t hold back,” Chase panted.

  “You didn’t have permission to come,” she said.

  He knew where this was going and he fucking loved it. “I should be punished.”

  “Yes, you should be. I didn’t come yet.”

  Shit. The shame of failure dampened his excitement.

  “You should always make sure that I have my pleasure first.”

  He hung his head. “I’m sorry, Mistress. You’re just too hot.”

  Wearing a sultry grin, Holly got off him and tugged his chain. “Get up. Take off your pants.”

  Chase pushed himself up and stripped naked. Next, she walked him to the dining room and pointed at the huge dining table and the chairs around it.

  “Move those chairs out of the way.”

  Eager to please her, Chase obeyed.

  “Bend over. Stretch your arms out before you and hold on to the edge of the table.”

  I hope this means she’s going to hurt me!

  He had discovered long ago that being spanked or whipped by a woman excited him. The pain gave him an adrenaline rush unlike any other, and he enjoyed surrendering control to his lady, becoming nothing but a body to be used. He couldn’t wait to see what Holly would do. The massive, black-lacquered table was wide enough for him to stretch his long upper body over it. Once he assumed position, Holly stood back and evaluated him. He looked at her over his shoulder. She was so beautiful, the look on her face amused but severe.

  “I never had any company here,” she said. “I always thought this big table was going to waste. I think I finally found the perfect use for it.”

  Pleasure warmed his chest. “Yes, Mistress.”

  “Stay there.”

  She left the room and came back dressed in her black silk robe. She had a riding crop in hand. A thrill of excitement went through him.

  Yes!

  She flexed the crop in her hands. “Ten lashes,” she said.

  “Is that enough?” he cut in quickly.

  “Why, you want more?”

  “I behaved very badly,” he said, flashing her a grin.

  Holly nodded. “Fifteen.”

  “Twenty?” he offered.

  Her look turned more severe. “You’re getting fifty now. For talking back to me.”

  Blinding excitement sent his heart racing. “Fuck, yes.”

  Holly touched the tip of the riding crop to his back and traced his spine. Chase could barely breathe. His cock leaped. Is she going to whip my back or my ass?

  “You’re a good-looking man, Chase,” she murmured as she teased him with the riding crop. “Tall and strong. Good muscles. Exactly what I like.”

  Her words thrilled him.

  “You will make a good pet for me,” she went on. “But you have to learn proper manners.”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “You won’t come before I give permission.”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “I didn’t come yet. Do you have any idea how frustrating that is?”

  “Shit, I’m sorry. You should—”

  “Punish you? I will.”

  She snapped the riding crop across his ass. Chase clenched his teeth and gripped the edge of the table. He counted the blows in his mind. Sweet pain. His Mistress was not feeble. She knew how to deliver mind-numbing blows, and it made Chase proud. He wouldn’t want to belong to a weak woman.

  He took his punishment in silence. Holly hit harder and harder toward the end, clearly wanting to wring cries of pain from him, but he kept silent. He was tough too, and he wanted to show her he could take any pain she was prepared to dish out.

  After fifty lashes were through, Holly stopped. “Still quiet?” she wondered. “I’m impressed.”

  Chase heaved deep breaths, sweat dripping off him. Holly’s praise made his heart swell with pride.

  She caressed his back and outstretched arms with the riding crop. “Good pet. You’ve earned yourself a reward again.”

  Chase’s head and body had lost track of what was reward and what was punishment. His cock was hard again and it felt heavy, like a barbell, jutting between his legs. His whole body throbbed. He only wanted more of whatever Holly had in mind.

  “Let go of the table and put your hands behind your back,” she ordered.

  A flush of dirty excitement went through him. She’s going to tie me up.

  “Yes, Mistress,” he said.

  He did as directed. He heard the clink of chains. His cheek pressed against the table, he couldn’t see properly what she was doing, but he felt his wrists encased with thick leather cuffs and linked together. Holly stepped back, his chain in her hand.

  “Stand up straight.”

  Chase pushed himself up, his hands trapped behind his back. Being at her mercy only increased his arousal. His ass felt as if it was on fire, but he didn’t let the pain show. He turned to her, eager for more.

  Holly walked him back to the living room. She pointed to the nearest armchair with her riding crop and tugged at his chain. “Come here. Sit.”

  The cool leather of the chair felt good against his sore ass.

  Grinning, Holly leaned over him. She tightened her grip of his chain possessively. “You are mine, Chase.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” His voice was hoarse from lust. He felt helpless before her.

  “This cock is mine.” She gripped his cock so tight he got her message loud and clear.

  “Yes,” he rasped out, intense pleasure shooting through him.

  “This time you’re not coming before me, you understand?”

  Shit, this was going to be torture, after all.

  “Yes, Mistress,” he croaked.

  He didn’t want to disappoint her, but if he failed, she would punish him again, and he knew he would enjoy that too. He was seriously messed up.

  She opened her robe from the middle, revealing a section of her beautiful body from her throat, between her breasts, down to her pussy. She climbed nimbly on top and sank on him, her pussy wet and hot and her juices leaking over his thighs. Her moan of pleasure sent a hot shiver through him. There was nothing better than knowing she wanted him and made merciless use of him. She rode him wildly,
her perfect breasts bouncing, one hand gripping his shoulder, the other his leash. He couldn’t touch her. He couldn’t do anything to control her movements, only fist his hands behind his back in a desperate effort to keep his approaching orgasm at bay. He clenched his jaw and growled.

  “Yes,” Holly panted as she rode his cock. “Yes. Oh. So. Good.”

  Her nipples were hard, showing through the fabric of her robe. Her thighs clenched him and she let out sharp cries. Chase yanked his bonds. He wanted to break the fucking things. She screamed and her pussy tightened. Her body arched in ecstasy and her pussy squeezed him so hard he thought he’d lose it. Somehow, he held back. Holly’s orgasm passed and she slumped against his chest, hot and flushed. Chase was gritting his teeth, struggling to hold himself back.

  “Permission,” he growled.

  Holly straightened up and wiped her hair back from her face, a look of satisfied amusement in her gray eyes. “Not just yet.”

  He snarled and struggled in vain to free his hands. Bad behavior. He knew it was no way to behave toward his Mistress, but he was so close he was over the edge of reason. He needed release.

  “I need permission,” he growled with more force.

  “Soon.” Holly lifted herself off him. He groaned with disappointment as his aching cock slid out of her pussy.

  “I need it!”

  Holly grinned. “Good.” She reached behind him and released his wrists. Chase immediately tried to grab her and pull her back to his lap, but she evaded and pulled on his chain. “With me.”

  He followed her so fast he nearly ran her over. Holly laughed. She led him to the bedroom, her step light and bouncy, wicked desire gleaming in her eyes. She shrugged off her robe and let it flutter to the floor.

  “You’re a beast, Chase,” she said. “I want you to fuck me like a beast.”

  He barely comprehended what she was saying. The sight of her naked body made his nostrils flare. He grabbed her and tossed her on the bed. She let out a delighted yelp. She still held the chain attached to his collar and didn’t seem like she intended to let go. He leaped on the bed and flipped her to her hands and knees. Holding her hips, he drove his cock into her pussy. Holly cried out, her voice deep and husky. He was beyond thinking, driven by need and instinct. He gripped her hard and banged into her, as deep as he could go, grunting with each thrust. Holly screamed and thrashed as her climax hit, sending him over the edge as well. The pressure in his groin exploded, pleasure flooding his entire body in immense relief. His eyes turned back in his head. His strength left him and he slumped over his moaning Mistress, his cock still inside her.

  They lay together in a tangle of slippery limbs, gasping for breath. Holly tried to wiggle from under him, but Chase didn’t let her. He felt good, having her trapped under his weight, squirming. This was him keeping her safe. An enemy bursting into the room would have to deal with him first before getting to her.

  When Holly’s breathing became labored, he rolled to his side but kept his arm locked around her. Holly turned to face him, her eyes half closed, a dreamy smile on her lips.

  “My beast of a man.” She caressed his bicep.

  “Mistress.” He didn’t have enough breath to say more.

  “You’re amazing, Chase.”

  “Mm.” He wanted to describe how he felt about her, but it was beyond words. She was the sun. She burned him, pleasantly, and he felt like a satellite trapped in her orbit.

  Holly stretched her body and heaved a relaxed breath. “That was great. I feel fantastic.”

  A grin tugged his lips. “At your service.”

  Hell, he could fuck her all day, every day. She could play her wicked mind games on him as often as she liked.

  “And god, but I enjoy driving you crazy.”

  She had certainly driven him over the edge. As his mind slowly cleared, he remembered how he had fucked her. She had reduced him to a grunting animal. What a wonderful, evil woman. The collar and the chain felt even more appropriate on him now. She had better keep him chained up. He was dangerous and couldn’t control himself.

  He realized that Holly had moved away from him and he frowned. Too far. She wasn’t safe. He grabbed her and tucked her against his body.

  “Hey.”

  “Need to keep you safe,” he murmured. “Protect.”

  She chuckled, a warm light in her eyes. “All right.”

  She relaxed against him and her breathing turned steadier. After a minute, she was asleep. She was still clutching his chain in her fist. Fuck, that felt good. She was never going to let go.

  He checked the time on her wristband, carefully, so as not to wake her. They still had a few hours before the match and it was good that she rested. He would rouse her when it was time to go. Chase held her close and inhaled the fragrance of her hair.

  “You’re my sun,” he murmured. “I can never escape you.”

  Chapter 20

  Two hours later, Holly felt rejuvenated and ready to take on the whole planet. Excitement pounded in her veins and her step was brisk and determined. Dressed in appropriately festive clothing, she and Chase entered the wrestling arena through the main entrance, trying to look like a pair of regular spectators.

  A lower ranking match was taking place in the arena, so the building was crowded, but a lot of people were moving around between the steaming snack booths and brightly lit fan shops. Holly found the circumstances ideal for blending in. She and Chase ambled their way around the massive spectator area several times. Unfortunately, guards worked in pairs. She found it too risky to incapacitate two guards at the same time, so they kept looking for an isolated individual.

  “We have to find someone soon,” she muttered to Chase under her breath. “We keep walking around much longer, someone’s going to start wondering what we’re looking for.”

  “There.” Chase craned his neck to see over the heads around them. “A guard walking by himself.”

  Holly followed his gaze. “Finally. Let’s see where he’s going.”

  They followed the man through the crowd. People paid little attention to them. The spectators were busy looking for their seats and ordering snacks, anticipating the next match. Holly and Chase looked like any other citizen with her pet, trying to reach their places in time.

  The security guard headed to the back of the spectator area and entered the corridor leading to the restrooms.

  Chase pushed against Holly’s back, eager to move faster. “Looks like he needs to take a piss. Let’s get him.”

  Holly pressed her palm on his chest. “Wait. You can’t touch him.”

  “I know. Trust me.”

  Holly loosened his leash and let Chase lead the way. His step turned silent. Despite his size, Holly realized he could move like a ghost. He walked directly behind the security guard and the man didn’t notice a thing. Then Chase turned to Holly and he pressed a stun gun into her hand.

  She gasped. “What—?”

  “I didn’t touch him. I touched his gun, and now I’m handing it to you. Go get him.”

  Holly looked up. The security guard had walked ahead, oblivious. He pushed the door open to the men’s room and entered. Holly quickened her pace and strode after him. Entering the men’s room, she saw it was empty except for the guard. The man was headed to the urinals. Holly trained the gun on him and shot him in the back. The man’s arms flew wide as the stun charge hit him and he dropped to the floor, unconscious.

  “Oh my god!” someone cried out.

  Holly realized the room wasn’t empty, after all. A civilian had just stepped out of a stall and stared at the guard in horror. Holly dropped the civilian as well. Chase rushed to check the other stalls.

  “We’re clear.”

  Holly stuck the gun in her belt. “Let’s get them out of sight. Quick!”

  They dragged the unconscious men into one of the stalls and locked themselves in. Holly began to rip the guard’s clothes off while Chase tried to help her out of her own. Changing clothes silently in
a toilet stall with four people crammed into it was no easy task. They heard people entering the men’s room, doing their business and leaving. Holly was hot and sweaty by the time she finally had the guard’s uniform on. It was too big for her, but it would serve its purpose.

  She wiped unruly locks of hair off her face, retied her ponytail that had come loose, and paused to listen. “I think no one else is in the room now. Let’s get out of here.”

  They scrambled out of the stall. Holly scribbled “out of order” on a cheap smartboard she had brought with her and attached it to the toilet stall door.

  “Hurry up,” Chase muttered under his breath.

  Just as they were stepping out of the men’s room, the door opened and a group of young men stood blocking the way. Their conversation ceased and they all stared at Holly in her oversized uniform and Chase standing behind her.

  After getting over her blush of surprise, Holly pulled herself straighter and stared back at them. “What?” she demanded, jerking her head at Chase. “This pet needed to go.”

  She grabbed Chase’s leash into her hand. The men stepped aside, muttering confused apologies.

  Holly had put on the guard’s wristband and pocketed his keycard. She led Chase briskly away from the main arena and toward the pet dressing rooms, which were only for the wrestlers and their owners and staff members. But Holly figured they would blend in if they simply acted important.

  She broke into a cold sweat when she noticed two guards flanking the door they needed to go through. She mustered all her confidence as they walked up. The guards, both of them women, kept their faces straight and didn’t react to Holly. Apparently, her appearance was plausible enough. She dug up her stolen keycard and swiped it over the screen. It flashed red.

  Shit.

  She swiped it again. Red, again. Security guard Joachim Brent didn’t have access to this area. The female guards’ heads turned.

  “What’s the problem?”

  Holly’s mind rapidly went through the options. What kind of lie should she tell them? She was a security guard walking a pet—not exactly a common occurrence. She wasn’t familiar with this area. If these guards stood here every day, it wouldn’t be a good idea to pretend that she came through here on a regular basis.