PrimeDefender

by Ann Jacobs

  Part of her wanted to rebel, to tear herself free of the buckles and straps that held her helpless to his sensuous torture. Another part reveled in his strength, the way he was now controlling her for his pleasure.

  Her pleasure, too. When he bent and nipped at one ass cheek with his strong, white teeth she imagined how she must look to others, helpless and forced to remain submissive while he took his time, kneading and stroking her, his hot breath scalding her with his need, feeding her own.

  “Please, Master.” She hardly recognized her own voice, her longing for him to top her, prove his dominance by taking her this way, in full view of everyone in the club, as she’d topped him so many times. He made her want the pain, the humiliation, the same intense physical and emotional sense of belonging he’d told her so many times she’d given him.

  When he bit her at the junction of her neck and throat it sent waves of pleasure-pain through her, distracted her from the feeling of fullness when he pressed the tip of his huge, rigid cock against her rear hole. “Tell me what you want.”

  “You, Master.”

  “You’ve gotta be specific. Tell our friends you want my cock up your ass, baby.”

  Her cheeks grew hot, but she lifted her head and forced herself to make eye contact with Matt’s teammates and their lovers. It was only fair. Many of them had watched her ass-fuck Matt with a strap-on, or watched a submissive do it while another club submissive tortured his locked-up cock and balls. It was her turn now to experience what she’d forced on him so many times. “I want to feel my Master’s cock where nobody’s ever gone before. I want him to fuck my ass, hard and fast.”

  “That’s my girl.” He nipped her shoulder again then stood. “Tawny, I need to borrow Jack for a little while.”

  Keisha met her friend’s amused gaze, watched her kiss her husband’s cock, now swollen to full erection since she’d freed him from his chastity device. “All right, Matt. Jack, you belong to Matt—for now. Go do whatever he tells you to.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” The tall, submissive tight end kissed his wife’s hand. As he climbed up on stage he grinned at Keisha before dropping to his knees and looking up questioningly at Matt.

  “Get up and fuck my slave’s mouth.” When Jack obeyed Matt’s terse command, Keisha gulped. She managed to stifle a protest when Matt adjusted the position of her upper body and positioned the head of Jack’s cock against her lips.

  “Open up,” Matt ordered.

  When she did, Jack slid his cock down her throat and Matt moved behind her once more. He bent and tongued her clit then inserted a vibrator in her cunt—the vibrator for which he’d casually tossed a remote control out to the crowd. Keisha, from the corner of her eye, saw Coach Zanardi catch it.

  “Drive her crazy, Coach.” The vibrator sent shards of longing through her body when it started rotating in her cunt on Matt’s command.

  Matt rimmed her ass with his tongue before straightening. When he did, he moved where she could see his reflection in the mirrored dungeon wall. “I want you to watch.”

  His beautiful cock leaked creamy lubrication she’d love to taste if her mouth weren’t otherwise occupied. He rolled on a condom then smeared slippery lubricant over it. “I’ve been wanting to fuck your ass ever since I first saw you in contracts class,” he said, his dark eyes glittering as he used his fingers to pack more lube beyond her anal sphincter. “Relax.”

  How could she while Jack fucked her mouth and the vibrator in her cunt rotated and buzzed slow then fast, driving her insane? She felt Matt’s cock pressing against her anus, easy at first then more insistently until her sphincter relaxed and his cock slid past it. He was too big. It hurt. But it soon began to feel good, too.

  Full. She’d never felt so full or so taken. Matt moved in her ass, slowly and possessively, while the vibrator’s motion made her cunt clench. Jack fucked her mouth with quiet intensity. When Matt cupped her breasts in his big hands and caressed them, the heat of it all had her struggling for breath.

  “Come now, baby, I know you want to.” Matt tightened his grip on her and pounded into her as the vibrator kicked up and Jack came faster than she could swallow.

  Her belly clenched and contractions spread through her body. When Jack withdrew and cupped her head in his calloused hands she moaned with pleasure as waves of her climax coursed through her.

  * * * * *

  In their bed late that night, Matt held Keisha. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”

  She snuggled against his chest, her soft breathing tickling him. “I’m fine. What about you?”

  “I’m okay. I’m afraid I’m not cut out to be a Dom, though. As bad as I’ve always wanted to fuck your pretty ass, I worried the whole time that I might hurt you. Thinking about how you probably felt about being displayed on that swing in front of everybody made me feel guilty, too. You sure you’re all right?”

  Keisha laughed. “I’m okay. You’re right, I’m not comfortable with giving up control so visibly. It’s easier here at home, where it’s just the two of us instead of a roomful of voyeurs.”

  “You didn’t like it?”

  “Oh yeah, I liked it. I came, didn’t I?” She raised her head and licked his nipple. “I’m pretty sure getting ass-fucked isn’t gonna be my favorite pastime once I’m back in charge, though. Are you tellin’ me you’re looking forward to that day as much as I am?”

  “Yeah.” He sometimes missed the weight of his Mistress’ lock on his dick, a constant reminder that she’d be the one to decide if, when and how often she’d set him free. At night he often dreamed about the vows he’d made nearly six years ago. And when he topped Keisha, he always recalled the joy of completely submitting to the will of the woman he loved, the freedom from worry that he’d lose it and damage her. “I’d like for us to renew our vows when it’s time.”

  She reached up and stroked his cheek. “Same rules?”

  “Well, maybe I’d like to change a few.” Catching her hand, he brought it to his lips. “Not about the submitting part. I still need that, but I’ve pretty much gotten over the need for a lot of physical punishment.” The floggings had been his idea, not hers, and now that he was thirty-two, Matt had finally accepted in his mind that he wasn’t a loose cannon, as his dad had been, even though physically he was a dead ringer for the man who’d caused his mother’s death.

  “I don’t mind that. I’m glad you’ll be willing to forgo the floggings. Remember, I fought against promising to put welts on your hot, hot body back then, too.” Sliding her hand down his body, Keisha found his dick and stroked it. It felt good. A hell of a lot better than the sting of a flogger on his cock and balls.

  “Keep that up, sweetheart. I love it when you touch me.”

  She laughed. “It’s been a long time since I locked up this naughty boy. Would you like to keep him this way? After all this time, I think I can trust you not to chase other women if you say you won’t.”

  Matt planted a hand on Keisha’s butt and pulled her hard against his torso. “Why would I want to chase women when I belong to the best one of them all? I’m your devoted slave, remember?”

  “Even now while you’re my Master?”

  “Even now.” Turning on his side, he ran his hand up the silky length of her back.

  When she wrapped one leg around his torso, his dick slid between her moist, warm thighs. She looked into his eyes. “God baby, I love you. I don’t even mind being your slave, and that’s something I promised myself when I was twenty that I’d never do—never hand over control of my body to any man. I’m game to renegotiate our contract before we make another power switch.” When she raised her lips, he claimed them with a hard, hungry kiss.

  “May I—”

  “Don’t ask, just fuck me.” She closed her arms around him then whispered in his ear. “Please, Master.”

  Flexing his hips, he entered her in one long, deep thrust. “You like this, do you?”

  “Oh yeah. I love having your cock inside me.”

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p; He liked being inside her, too. Not just the physical sensation but also the sense of closeness, of belonging—of their commitment to each other no matter who was holding the reins. “My cock loves being inside you, too. Roll on your back and let me fuck you hard.”

  When she did he followed, propping his upper body on his hands so as not to squash her. Damn, she felt good, especially when her legs came around his waist and held him as though she’d never let him go.

  As she did so often now, Keisha framed his face between her hands and looked into his eyes as he moved on her slow and easy as though time had no meaning.

  It didn’t. Not with them. Matt could stay this way forever, loving this woman who’d offered the one thing he’d needed as a young, troubled man—the control she’d given back to him when he’d persuaded her she needed his strength to fight the weight demon that had begun to undermine her health. “Tell me how you want it, sweetheart.”

  “Hard. Fast. Show me who’s boss and make me like it.”

  So typical. Submissive or not, Keisha didn’t have slow and easy in her vocabulary. She went into everything like gangbusters, whether it was her career or diet, or sex. It made no difference whether she was Mistress or slave. “Hold on.” Grasping her shoulders to steady her on the bed, he fucked her hard and deep, faster and faster.

  The way she held on, the pressure of her cunt against his straining dick, had him gasping, trying in vain to control the need to come now, ease the raging lust that drove him to pound into her body. She strained upward, took him even deeper. His balls tightened.

  He was too close. “Damn it, come now.”

  “Oh yeah. I’m comin’.”

  When she tightened her legs around him and clutched his shoulders, he felt her cunt contract around his cock. Her breathy moans mingled with his shout of satisfaction as they came in unison.

  Not Master and slave, nor Mistress and slave. Not tonight. Tonight they were just lovers taking their vanilla pleasure together.

  Chapter Three

  The following April…

  “See you in an hour,” Matt told Keisha as he dropped her off at the doctor’s office for a final checkup. He’d stay and wait for her as he usually did, but he had something else on his mind.

  He needed to put his old hang-ups to rest, for good, because if he couldn’t, he wouldn’t be able to give her what she wanted most—a family of their own. After he watched her go inside Dr. Stein’s office, he pulled into a parking slot across the courtyard and went to see the psychologist who’d been treating him—make that talking with him—for the past six months. Steeling his nerves against the panic that threatened to overtake him, he strode across the parking lot and into the doctor’s office.

  Today there would be no talking. The shrink had been pushing this for months now but Matt had balked. He wouldn’t balk anymore. No matter how much he feared the truth, he’d let the doctor hypnotize him. And he’d face whatever it was that had him terrified at the idea of having a kid. So afraid that he’d had a vasectomy as soon as he had the money, right after signing with the Rebels. After he did that he’d see about having the surgery reversed, the way Keisha wanted him to do.

  * * * * *

  He tried to concentrate on the swinging pendulum in the doctor’s hand, but the pendulum was here and now. He was somewhere else.

  Mind and body separated, his mind traveled back…

  “You’ll be twelve years old next week, Matthias. Where are you now?”

  He saw a soot-stained brownstone on a narrow street. A few straggly flowers—petunias his mother had planted in the spring—still survived along the cracked walkway to the front door. He hesitated. Something stopped him. Was someone screaming?

  Not screaming. A pigeon screeched as it dived for the crumbs his neighbor lady put out each morning. He made himself move, took the stairs two at the time, flung open the scarred, black-enameled door and went inside.

  “I’m going home. I got suspended from school for fighting on the playground.”

  “All right. You’re in your bedroom now, Matthias. What do you see?”

  “My bed. Football on the chair. A bookshelf. My new sneakers.”

  “Think carefully. Who else is in the house?”

  “Mom.” A door slammed and heavy footsteps grew closer. “Oh, no, Dad’s home.”

  “Why is your father home? Shouldn’t he be at work?”

  “They called him from school.” Another door opened. His door. “Dad?”

  A fist connected with his cheek. “Brat. I’ll teach you to disgrace me.”

  His jaw hurt so bad he couldn’t talk. He thought it might be broken. Another fist got him. This time in the gut. He doubled over, vomited.

  “Clean it up or I’ll kill you.” More fists, more curses and threats. His dad had him by the throat, choking the air out of him.

  “No, Abel. He’s just a boy.” His mother grabbed his father. He scrambled out from under the deluge of fists.

  “Shut up, bitch.” His father hit her over and over while he watched and screamed. Blood ran out of her nose and mouth.

  “I want to pummel my father, protect my mother. But I’m too little. Too helpless against him.”

  “Matthias, what’s happening now?”

  “I hear sirens in the distance. Now they’re inside. The cops are dragging my father off my mother.” He gasped for air, couldn’t breathe.

  “Are they taking him away?”

  “They’re putting handcuffs on him. He’s fighting them. Oh God, I hear more sirens.”

  “Your mother. Where is she?”

  He sank to the floor, took his mom’s limp hand. “On the floor. She’s bleeding. Not moving. The ambulance people are here. They’re lifting her onto a gurney and taking her away.”

  The doctor gave the signal—a snap of his fingers. “Come back now, Matt. Do you remember everything?”

  He did. How the fuck could he have buried this nightmare so deep inside him that it had taken twenty years and a hypnotist to drag it out of his brain? “Some of my fears make sense now, Doctor.”

  “You mean the reasons you’re so afraid of having a child? Or why you’re a sexual submissive?”

  “Both. Seems to me the two are pretty much tied together.” Now that he remembered why his dad had killed his mother he understood his guilt, his fears. Understanding them, he believed he was halfway toward overcoming them. “I imagine I’m still gonna need a few more sessions—but no more hypnosis. I don’t think I could take revisiting any more of my childhood, at least not that up close and personal. I always remembered my mom dying in the hospital and my dad being sent up for manslaughter, just not exactly the way it came about.”

  The doctor’s expression was one of sympathy. “Perhaps you should share this new knowledge with your wife. It might help her understand your feelings. How is her weight-loss program going?”

  Matt grinned. “She’s met her goal. I’ll be going back to being my submissive self as soon as we can gather a few good friends together to witness the renewal of our vows.”

  “Isn’t four years a pretty short a time to have passed before renewing vows?”

  “We’ve been married just four years, but it’s been more than six since she collared me. We switched places this last year while we tackled her weight loss together. Her dominance and my submission—that’s the vow we’ll be renewing. You don’t understand the BDSM lifestyle, Doc, but it suits both of us just fine.” Matt stood and held out his hand. “I need to go meet Keisha now.”

  “Good luck. You’ve come a long way. Congratulations,” the doctor said as he walked Matt out of his office.

  Chapter Four

  As they’d done six years ago, Matt and Keisha sat across from each other, only this time it was at the conference table in Keisha’s office at their house rather than the dinette set in his bachelor digs at a Savannah condominium. Instead of the pizza and beer they’d enjoyed back then, they snacked on a tray of fruits and veggies with assorted dips, with s
parkling water to wash it down.

  “I’m afraid I’m gonna always miss the pizza,” Keisha said, making a face at the carrot stick and dip she was about to put in her mouth. “How about you?”

  He looked up from her list of demands and grinned. “If it will keep you on the straight and narrow, I’ll gladly eat healthy and supplement my diet with protein drinks whenever I’m feeling starved. Have you had a chance to go through my wish list?”

  “I’ve looked at them. I’ve got no objections as long as you’re okay with mine.” She noticed he’d called his demands a “wish list” instead of what they were, but she found she didn’t mind. “Do you?”

  “Not at all, Mistress. I went ahead and drafted a new contract, just in case you’d be okay with what I want.”

  She liked that Matt was still submissive, but also that he’d gotten over the need to be punished for things he now understood and realized had never been his fault. Slipping reading glasses on, she began to peruse the document Matt had prepared.

  On Sunday, the sixth of April, six years since the covenant of dominance and submission was entered into between Mistress Keisha Harris and slave matthias rubin, we reaffirm our desire that our lives be intertwined forever as treasured Mistress and beloved slave. Today we celebrate the love that has sustained us in bad times and let us share good times, and we promise we will always treasure our relationship as we have up until now. We promise to support each other in our search for sexual, emotional and intellectual fulfillment, always trying to bring out the best in ourselves and each other.

  To that end, slave promises Mistress his complete obedience in all things sexual and his support, protection and honor in his every action, confirming the vows he made at the time of his collaring. He promises further never to use his superior physical strength against her and grants permission for her to punish him physically and emotionally in any way that may give her pleasure. Finally, slave vows he will take every possible step to enable his Mistress to bear his child.