"Hi, Reggie," she whispered to him softly as she reached down to ruffle his ears. "You're such a good boy."
I cleared my throat as I came up behind her to take her coat. She stiffened as she realized what she'd done. She turned to look at me with an apologetic expression.
"I-"
"Shh," I interrupted before she dug her hole deeper. "Consider this a warning, beautiful," I said, "but next time you speak without permission, there will be consequences for disobeying me," I added as I dropped my voice threateningly. She nodded furiously in response, her hazel eyes wide. "Very well." I helped her slip off her coat and then led her swiftly upstairs.
When we finally walked into my bedroom on the third level, I led Malory to the open area next to my bed. I pointed at the soft carpeted floor. "Strip and kneel," I commanded sharply.
She immediately began slipping her arms out of her dress, letting the silky fabric fall away to expose her perfect breasts and the smattering of freckles that dotted the ivory skin of her chest and shoulders. She pushed the dress down over her hips and let it pool on the floor, then stepped out of it. Her sheer black panties left little to the imagination as she stood there wearing only those and her knee-high black boots. My cock hardened and lengthened even more, feeling tight in my pants. The sweet ache in my balls felt good.
"Boots off," I growled out. As much as I wanted to fuck her in them, I wanted to taste every inch of her skin more. That included her feet. I loved feet, and Malory had sexy little toes.
Malory rushed to obey, throwing her boots aside and kneeling perfectly in front of me, her posture straight and her hands resting palms up on her knees. She bowed her head and waited quietly for her next command. I began loosening my burgundy tie as I admired the soft feminine curves of her breasts and hips. She really was perfect.
I let her wait as I slid my jacket off and laid it on the back of the nearby club chair. I removed my cuff links and set them on my nightstand. I slowly rolled up the sleeves of my black shirt as I sat down in the chair. Malory was breathing heavier now with her lips slightly parted, and the skin of her cheeks and chest were flushed as well. Her pink nipples were hard tight little points. She was breathtaking and unbelievably beautiful.
"Crawl to me, Malory," I demanded huskily, my voice tight with barely contained lust. Her eyes widened and lifted to meet mine in complete shock. "Crawl to me and suck my cock." I casually rested my hands on the arms of the chair and waited with an arched brow.
Would this be too much for her? Was it too subservient for such a strong woman like my Malory? Would she take this opportunity to let go and truly embrace her role as my submissive right now? So much about dominance and submission was psychological, a mutual and consensual mindfuck if you will. Everything I chose to do followed that power dynamic, including my choice to stay clothed while she remained naked before me, and commanding her to crawl to me now. I reveled in this give and take of power, and the ready obedience of my sub when we played, but would she play along this far? Had I crossed a line she wouldn't follow me over? I waited to find out, hoping I hadn't gone too far.
I observed her expression carefully, noting her immediate indignant frown, followed closely by thoughtful consideration, and then her face finally relaxed into acceptance. Relief flooded me instantly as I watched Malory lean forward onto her hands and knees, and begin crawling toward me with slow seductive purpose.
Her hips swayed hypnotically, and her spine arched sensuously as she came closer. Her ass was high in the air, the sweet curves of her buttocks taunting me. Malory's eyes had turned that sweet jade of arousal, and they pierced into me like a painless razor-sharp blade that cut deep into my soul. Holy fuck, she was glorious, and I was powerless against her. A low helpless groan poured out of me, my fingers digging into the soft fabric of my chair.
When she finally reached me, she rose up onto her knees between my spread legs and slowly slid her hands up my thighs to my fly. Her wicked eyes stayed locked on mine as her nimble fingers unfastened my pants and carefully spread the fabric apart. Her soft warm hand dipped into my boxer briefs and her fingers wound around my thick turgid shaft. My breath came in gasping fits as she pulled me out, her lips parting as her gaze swept down to admire my cock. She stared at it for a long moment with glittering lust-filled eyes, and I couldn't take it anymore. I needed her damn mouth on me now.
"Suck it, goddamn it," I snarled out as my nails sank into the chair's arms. "Now."
And then those big decadently soft lips came down to wrap around my dick and sent me up to heaven. I closed my eyes as I sank into her warm velvet mouth with a shuddering moan. I hit the back of her throat, and she hummed with delight. It felt so fucking good, so fucking right. She pulled back up my length, her magical tongue slithering along the underside of my dick, before she plunged back down, taking me even farther into her mouth and making herself gag a little. Was it wrong that I loved that sound? Was it wrong that I liked the thought of being too much for her?
I opened my eyes as her head began to bob in earnest now, taking me in and out of her sweet full lips, her saliva glistening on me in the low light I'd left on in the room. Between her gifted tongue and the perfect suction, I was skating on the edge of an orgasm in mere moments. I let her take me right to the brink, waiting until the tingling in my balls started, before burying my hands in her hair and pulling her off of me with a savage growl. I didn't want to come until I was buried balls deep in her cunt where I belonged, owning her, taking her, claiming her.
"Get on the fucking bed," I told her fiercely as I stood up, holding on to my control by a mere wisp of a thread. Her eyes lit up, the jade burning even brighter at my harsh command. She scurried over to the bed and climbed onto the mattress. "On your back. Arms and legs spread." I turned away without waiting to see if she would obey. I knew she would.
I went to the tall dresser nearby and opened the top drawer. I pulled out the four soft leather cuffs nestled inside and turned back to my custom-made canopy bed. Malory was right where I wanted her, in the center of the big bed with her limbs stretched out toward the four eye bolts I was going to attach them to. Her eyes were big and luminous as they slid down to the cuffs in my hands. I could see the hunger start turning into actual fear. Her eyes widened, and I was afraid she might panic if I didn't settle her.
"What's your safeword, beautiful?" I asked soothingly.
"B...bourbon, sir," she whispered tremulously as her eyes came back up to mine.
"And when will you use it?" I asked in a more serious tone.
"If...if I need to stop, sir," she replied softly as the fear began to ebb from her expression.
"Who has all the power here, Malory?" I asked softly as I ran my fingers up the outside of her thigh. A shiver trembled up her body, and her eyes softened.
"I do, Gareth, sir." Her face was now at ease again, the fiery desire in her eyes coming back full force.
Her easy trust and the lustful way she said my name nearly leveled me. I clutched the black leather cuffs in my hands tightly as I fought down the sudden urge just to fuck her right now, and screw my plans to take my time. Damn, I'd never felt this kind of mindless lust and possessive need for a woman in my life. I ignored the small shiver of fear that fell over me for a second at that thought and what it might mean.
"Very well," I said in a calm voice that gave no hint of the violent upheaval that just happened inside my head. I nodded in satisfaction with my victory over my baser instincts, and moved to the foot of the bed.
I set three of the cuffs on the comforter between her feet, then took the fourth and wrapped it around her right ankle. I buckled it snugly, then I watched her face closely as I pulled her ankle toward the corner of the bed and attached the snap hook on the end of the short chain to the eye bolt. There was no fear or hint of panic on her face now, just trust and open desire as she watched me. I moved to her other ankle and repeated the process, leaving her legs shackled to the bed frame in moments.
Next, I gra
bbed another cuff and went to one side of the bed, then reached out to her. "Give me your arm, beautiful." She placed her wrist in my hand immediately, her trusting gaze locked on mine. I placed the cuff around her slender wrist and secured her to the headboard. I rounded the bed with her heated gaze following me and repeated the process on the other side, but this time leaning down and reverently pressing my lips to her palm before attaching the final cuff to the bed frame.
I stepped back to admire Malory, disregarding the little voice that wondered what that kiss was all about and why I did it. She looked glorious, a feast laid out for me to gorge myself on. It was the most gorgeous damn thing I'd ever seen.
I reached up and began unfastening the buttons of my shirt with slow measured movements. Her eyes followed my hands down my body, until the shirt fell open. I shrugged out of it and let it fall to the floor, enjoying the yearning in Malory's eyes as her gaze traveled over my upper body. Her hand pulled against her restraint as she reached for me, whining hungrily because she could look, but she couldn't touch. This too was part of the game we played.
I smirked devilishly at her before turning to go to the dresser again. I reached into the still open top drawer and pulled out the first toy I planned to use on Malory. I moved to the foot of the bed and held it up for Malory to see. She looked confused for a second before her eyes lit up in recognition. It was a vibrator, sleek and smooth with an elegant almost space-age quality to it, and coated in silky black silicon. It was thick and long, though not as big as my cock, but damn close. It held a powerful rechargeable motor with multiple settings. It wasn't cheap, and probably unlike anything she'd ever used before.
I turned it on to its highest setting, making it vibrate in my hand with a low powerful hum. Malory gasped, and my smirk deepened. I turned the toy off and set it on the bed between her knees for my later convenience. I kicked my shoes off next along with my socks, then watched her face closely as I pushed my pants and boxer briefs off my hips and down my legs. She licked her lips, and her eyes lit up as they locked on my massive aching erection. No one had ever made me harder than Malory. A compelling urge to climb on and fuck her now hit me again.
I was trying to stretch this out to heighten our pleasure, but it was becoming more difficult to contain my desire. I had to hold on though, because the last two times we had sex, I'd lost all semblance of restraint the moment I sank into her body, turning into a mindless rutting beast. She fit me like a glove, tight and hot and so damn perfect, and I knew as soon as I was deep inside her cunt I'd lose control all over again. I needed to make sure Malory got off several times before that. A good Dom always took care of his sub's needs before his own, no matter how much those beautiful pink lips and strawberry blond curls between her legs called to me. I clenched my hands into fists and let out a shuddering breath as I tore my eyes away from her pussy with sheer force of will.
I decided to focus on her feet first. It seemed like a safe place to start. I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the instep of her left foot.
"Have I told you how much I love your feet, Malory?" I asked before closing my eyes and running my tongue up to her toes.
"No, sir," she whispered in a breathy voice. She gasped as I wrapped my lips around her big toe.
I moaned and slid my tongue up the top of her foot to her ankle, then began pressing open mouth kisses up the inside of her calf. Halfway up her thigh, the musky feminine scent of her arousal hit me hard. My cock twitched, and lust seared through my entire body. My God, I just wanted to fuck her long and hard until I exploded inside her, then do it again and again until I couldn't fucking move. I was such a selfish asshole. I dug my fingers into the comforter and bit my lip until it hurt as I fought my libido down to a manageable level.
When I settled a little, I continued my journey up her body, kissing and licking my way up to her hip. She tasted so damn good. I reached her bellybutton and gave it extra attention, swirling my tongue in and around it. Malory moaned and arched up off the bed, the jingling of her chains like sweet music to me. She stuttered out the "G" of my name, but caught herself before saying an actual word. Good girl.
I pulled up and moved higher to hover my lips over her right nipple, watching her with hooded eyes. Her gaze spoke of sex and need and utter desperation. I could sympathize, since I felt the same. In the past as a Dom, my control had always come easy and effortlessly, but Malory changed everything and rattled my very core. A shiver of fear swept through me, but I refused to acknowledge its significance, and instead latched onto Malory's nipple with a deep feral growl.
I slid a hand down her body, even as I continued nipping and suckling on her luscious nipple, and reached between her thighs for the vibrator. Without looking, I turned it on and pressed it onto her clit with no warning. Her hips bucked up as she gasped. That was followed by a low moan that bled into a long whine that pleased me as I pulled the toy away before she could climax.
"More, beautiful?" I asked as I released her perfect little pink nipple leaving it wet and standing at attention.
"Yes, yes, yes," she whimpered. "Please more, Gareth, sir."
I grinned in satisfaction and moved to her left nipple to repeat the same erotic torture on her willing flesh. This time driving her to the brink and holding her there teetering on bliss as I thrust my cock against her hip repeatedly. When I finally pulled away, she was flushed red across her cheeks and her chest, and gasping for air. Her eyes were pleading and gorgeous in sheer desperation, yet she still didn't speak. I didn't know how she managed it.
"Such a good girl," I crooned with a wicked smile. "You've earned a reward."
I slid my upper body down to her pelvis as I turned the vibrator up a notch. I touched it to her clit, making her buck again, then slid it down to her opening. I swirled it through her luscious cream and pushed it into to her slowly until I hit the end of her. I held it there until she shuddered uncontrollably.
I breathed in her musky arousal, lowered my mouth to her cunt, and pressed my tongue onto her clit with a low groan of helpless desire. I pulled the little nub between my lips and began furiously flicking it with my tongue as I began thrusting the toy in and out of her slick channel mercilessly.
I held her down as her hips writhed on the bed and moaning wails poured from her mouth. Finally, I latched my teeth onto her clit while simultaneously turning up the vibrator even higher.
Malory's body arched up off the mattress and pulled against her restraints, practically convulsing as her release ignited into a powerful explosion of pure pleasure. She screamed and wailed out violently, the sweet cream of her cum instantly soaking my mouth and the toy. Fuck, I'd never heard or felt anything like it from any woman I'd ever been with. It was breathtaking and fucking amazing, and it took what little control I had left and annihilated it.
With a snarl, I threw the toy aside and lunged for my nightstand drawer. In seconds, I'd sheathed myself in a condom and was kneeling between Malory's thighs. I lined my cock up with her and in one hard swift motion, I plunged into her deeply. She wailed as her insides quivered and squeezed around me. The animal in me surged to life again, intent on taking what it wanted, and I let it.
Mindlessly I pounded into her, losing all sense of time and self as I pursued our pleasure. Long vicious snarls poured out of me as I kissed her so fiercely that I tasted blood and didn't care. Malory came again and again under me, getting wetter and wetter as our bodies slammed together. She felt so good, so right and perfect, that I never wanted it to end. No woman before Malory had ever felt like this.
Finally, one massive orgasm overtook her so completely that her cunt clamped down on me like a fist, and it sent me over the edge. I felt my release rise up and overtake me so fast that I couldn't do anything but gladly drown in it. Pure ecstasy hit me hard in a cataclysmic explosion that seared through me like fire. My cock jerked and spasmed, flooding the condom with my seed in long jets that felt fucking amazing. I rode it out to the sound of Malory screaming out her own bliss,
until we were both left spent and destroyed, her limp and practically catatonic, and me draped across her gasping for air.
"Gareth..." she murmured out. "Gareth...sir..."
"So good, Malory," I moaned out roughly between panting breaths. "So good, beautiful."
Somehow I managed to get up long enough to dispose of the condom and release Malory from the leather cuffs, then checked that her wrists and ankles were injury free while I cleaned her up with a soft cloth. She was still only semi-conscious, so I pulled the comforter out from under her and tucked her into my bed.
Without a thought, I climbed in behind her and pulled her close with a deep heartfelt sigh of satisfaction, wrapping myself around her and spooning against her back as I relished the feel of her soft skin against mine. I burrowed my face into her glorious red hair, feeling completely sated and content for the first time in a very long time. I breathed in the clean salty ocean scent that was my Malory, and without even wondering about the wisdom of what I was doing, fell fast asleep with her in my arms.
14
MALORY
I jerked awake with a gasp as something cold and wet touched my cheek. My eyes flew open, and I was staring at a wet black nose right in front of my face. A pink tongue flicked out and licked my nose, accompanied by a few adorable whines. I smiled and reached a hand out from under the blankets to scratch the big black shepherd's cheek.
"Good-morning, Reggie," I whispered as he burrowed his head under my chin.
His fur was cold. He must have just come in from taking a walk outside. I glanced behind myself to see that the other side of the bed was empty. Reggie's walk also explained why I was in bed all alone. I sat up wondering what time it was since the room was so dim. Then I realized it was because a long dark-gray curtain was stretched across the room in front of the glass railing. It blocked out most of the light and the spectacular view out of Gareth's huge penthouse windows. It made his bedroom seem like a cozy little cocoon in his massive apartment.
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