by Tess Lamont
At once, her body convulsed with contrition. A true servant would wait.
Wait and be grateful.
She hoped for—no, craved—his domination and prayed she had not misplaced her trust.
Her skin, from the soft under-curve of her flattened breasts to the exposed stretch of her ass cheeks, saturated with yearning.
She understood that her master wrestled a beast inside him, and she had resolved to lay herself down for the beast and wait. She did not speak—could not speak until given permission—speaking would destroy the delicate balance. She leaned her head to the side, presenting more of her neck.
Vulnerability was the most intimate offering she could give, a gamble of the most sacred sort.
If he was right, his darkness would come out. He would take her and fuck her until she was to him what she’d been to her customers…faceless…a pussy to be stolen, raided, violated, and then abandoned in shame.
If he was right, this time would be the last. She’d be wrecked for good.
But she trusted the truth; their bond would proliferate and deepen, saving them both. She tottered on a teary edge, knowing there was no return from the abyss their relationship had created.
He kept her hair taut, but with his other hand, he cupped her head. Under his hand’s warmth, her nerves came alive and her body flooded with a worshipful thrill.
Gently but deliberately, he guided her to her feet by her hair. His heat spread delicate awareness across her naked flesh. Maddeningly, he kept his distance.
With just one finger, he touched her hip, guiding her back against his jeans. The rough denim cloaked his thick and ready cock. He stepped back.
“You know what I want,” he said.
His voice rained on her skin, luscious and rich. Yes, she knew a touch in just that place was an order to rub him with her ass.
He was taller. She arched forward to fulfill his command. He remained rigid. Her strained scalp shot fingers of pain through her body.
She concentrated on her breath—a sub’s haven—until she could balance her aching scalp inside with her liquid center. Once balanced, she focused on the throb in her pussy, the juice that wet her thighs.
With agonizing slowness, she eased toward his body’s heat. The opening of his zipper chaffed, as she clenched her ass around his prick.
Quick as a snake, his arm came around her waist and crushed her against his chest. She gasped, eyes watering.
He forced her head to the side and covered her mouth with his, forcing her to draw breath from him alone. Though his fingers bit into her cheek, she opened to his kiss, his claim, freeing her mind of any other thought.
****
Ben locked Lisa’s back against his body. She inhaled with an almost soundless whimper that tightened the thick lust swimming in his groin. He twisted her face, invading her mouth with a draining, brutal kiss.
He could die now, with her pliant lips open and her helpless, involuntary moans echoing in his ears. Die and die happy.
Later, he’d slap his belt across her ass, and punish her for making sounds without permission. He dropped her hair as if singed and stepped back, panting.
Where the fuck had that come from?
Panic quivered at his throat’s base. The hand he had twisted in her hair felt clumsy, resting large and heavy at his side. He looked down at the offending limb in horror.
He took another step back, bumping against the wall as her image—bowed head and tapered torso—came in and out of focus.
He glanced up. Damn.
Nothing told him more than the hook she had hanging from the beam.
She’d had a few hard lines—things she wouldn’t agree to do. The first, fidelity, had never been in question. Sure, a little exhibition thrilled, but he didn’t share. They’d been in complete agreement on several others as well. All but one.
She was offering him the willing relinquishment of the hard line she had established and he had found disappointing. Dangling proof of her courage.
He glanced around for the cuffs and chain, and his gaze zeroed in on her collar. His fingertips tingled as he remembered locking the leather around her neck for the very first time.
He’d lit candles, knowing she’d love the scent. She’d remained on her knees in nadu position—naked, legs spread, hands facing up and resting on her thighs—while she promised to submit to him in all things.
He’d made a promise, too—I accept your gift. I will use my power to pleasure and punish with care, always protecting you, my pet and my heart.
“You kept your collar,” he said hoarsely.
Silence.
He swallowed. A tingle tripped up his spine. She waited for his permission to speak.
Shit. He thrust his hand into his hair and balled his fingers into a fist. Keeping her safe meant walking away, didn’t it?
Clearly, she didn’t define ‘safe’ in quite the same way.
She knew he wanted to mark her ass with purple lines and yet she remained still and sure. Serene. Trusting.
Nothing frightened her. Not the anticipation of pain, not the darkness of their connection, not even him. She gave herself like an offering, standing silent in courageous, though admittedly trembling, vulnerability.
At his vision’s edge, the room faded, but for the first time in months, effortless steadiness spread through him. She must need him with a desire that matched his own, or she wouldn’t be here.
If he could not meet her need, then he didn’t deserve her.
He swallowed, focusing on the small band of leather on the floor. She wanted this. She needed this. Did he want her to seek another dominant?
Hell no.
All he needed to do was slip one end into the other and clip the shiny silver buckle closed. All he needed to do was give in to his desire.
“You kept your collar.” He cleared his throat. “Tell me what your collar means to you.”
Her shoulders trembled. “My collar means I belong to you. I am yours any way, any time, any place.”
Her voice, repeating the answers to questions he’d asked on the very first night they’d met, wrapped him in awe. He folded his hands behind his back and circled.
“You’re slouching, pet,” he said.
Immediately, she pulled her shoulders straight and her tits arched.
His throat dried. There was one rule he needed to break. “Look at me, pet.”
She raised her eyes—full but steady, she regarded him as if he were shining with Mercury’s brilliance.
“Knowing everything, you are, again, offering me your submission in trust?”
“Yes.” She closed her eyes, and wetness seeped from between her lashes.
He ran his fingers along her collars soft edge, heart-in-throat. Hers was a trust he did not deserve.
…but he would.
“Two hearts made one.” He dipped his lips to her ear as he lifted her hair. “You belong to me and I will never break your trust again.”
She exhaled, long and shivering.
He buckled her collar around her neck, sealing both their fates. A sense of power and right surged through his blood.
He claimed her lips, this time in supple sweetness. She bent back her head, raising herself to her toes. He took all she gave and more, looting her mouth’s silken honey and demanding she quench his thirst.
She had said the club left her numb. Tonight he was going to make certain she was anything but…
He lifted his head, breath shallow and quick.
“Mine,” he whispered, bending her back and lowering over her gorgeous breasts.
Slowly, he massaged a pink and pebbly nipple between his lips and then nipped the bud between his teeth. He savored her labored breath as he flicked the tight, extended nub with his tongue.
As the air grew thick with her musk, he stood. Leaning close, he whispered, “Undress me.”
His abs flexed as she touched his stomach. She slid both hands up to his neck, before opening the first button.
Greedy little miss. He considered a reprimand, but no. He knew she needed to feel him under her fingers as much as he craved her touch. He could not blame her for her slip.
He held his arms wide while she pulled off his shirt.
Cool air scattered chills across his chest, though his skin burned wherever she had touched. He noticed every slight shift of her body—even her brief hesitation before touching his buckle.
When she’d hesitated yesterday, he thought she’d been feeling shame. Today, he knew different.
When she finally peeled every last article of clothing from his body, she took a step back and resumed her position of standing submission.
He caressed her throat just above her collar’s ridge. He placed a knuckle under her chin and forced her head up. Properly, she avoided his eyes as he forced her face to gaze toward the ceiling.
“I noticed,” he said. “You want this?”
A little shiver went through her body. “Yes.”
He retrieved the cuffs. As he fastened them to her wrists, her delicate hands shook, sending a surge of heady elation through his body. He wanted to see her stretched full out and helpless since they had first started this journey, but she’d said she could not get past her fear.
What a gift to offer herself in a way she never had before. They would no longer be pantomiming games they’d already played. They’d be on whole new ground.
He raised her arms and clipped the chain onto the beam. She stood on the very tips of her toes, a vision of exposed and tender beauty.
“Breathe, pet,” he ordered.
Her breath slowed as he prowled. Her body shuddered with each exhalation. Her delicate, defenseless body wavered like a brightly burning flame, kindling a sizzle in his groin. She was his breath, the very reason he lived.
He circled her slowly, drinking her in while testing her with his distance. The wonder of her search for the vivid, intimate place between fear and desire glittered in her eyes.
Impulse propelled him to grab her from behind. He bit her neck, just enough to cause her to gasp involuntary. He sucked the indentations his teeth had made, guiding her through pain and back into desire’s warm waters. With ritualistic rhythm, he rubbed his cock against her ass, a reminder she would not be left unsatisfied.
Her tension eased. He let go and circled her body again.
Cool air dried the sheen of sweat between his shoulder blades.
He touched her darkened cheek. “You may look at me and answer,” he said. “Where do you feel me?”
She wet her lips. “In my pussy.”
He yanked her against him and splayed his hand across her buttocks. She moaned. He rubbed a finger against the rippled skin of her anus. She balled her almost bloodless hands into fists as her cheeks darkened.
“Does my master wish to take me there?” she asked obediently, though she couldn’t help the tremor in her voice.
“Always,” he said.
She shuddered against him and spread her legs as wide as possible. Her efforts caused a surge of dense, thick power in his veins. She’d give him anything he asked. She’d been right. Her trust, not her pain, was what turned him on.
Her parted lips and dry little swallow when she touched his belt had told him exactly what she wanted.
Keeping her steady with his arm, he reached up and snapped the release. Disciplining her while stretched and hanging was the stuff of fantasy, but if she hung any longer, she could lose feeling.
And he’d promised to protect her—protect her even when giving her the pain she craved.
“What do you say, pet?” he asked, drawing her quivering body against his strength. Over the knee wasn’t his favorite spanking position, but he knew lying naked across his lap got her wet, fast. “How about we do this the old-fashioned way?”
“Oh God, yes.” He saw the sparkle in her eyes before she hid her face against his chest.
He had long-ago lost count of the times and ways he’d spanked Lisa, yet she had never lost her odd mix of embarrassment and desire.
“Bend over,” he ordered softly against her hair.
With a tenderness that belied his intentions, he eased them both onto the bed. She wiggled into position with her wrists still cuffed.
His hand met her flesh with a few soft-palmed swats, stoking her slowly toward her ultimate heat. His palm began to burn and her cheeks turned rose-pink
“That’s it, pet.” He dipped his fingers between her thighs. “So hot and wet.” She tightened her hold on his leg and whimpered, pushing her cheek into his thigh. “You need more, don’t you?”
“Please.”
Whack. Watching her face, he dealt another punishing blow. White shock—inhale—diffuse pleasure—exhale. Whack. She moaned.
“Shh,” he said.
Whack. She bit back a cry. Whack. His cock rocked against the hot silk of her skin.
He pounded hard and fast. Heat built in her skin until it burned his hand raw. She whimpered deep in her lungs. Her groaning, desperate noise laid her craving bare.
“You may not come,” he said firmly.
She flailed. He pinned her wrist to her back. She went limp and pliant. Breathing heavy, he placed his palm, against the small of her back.
“Numb now?”
“No, sir” she croaked, “I want to be fucked.”
“Good,” he whispered. “’Cause I need to fuck you like I’ve never needed anything. On your knees.” Mindful of her tortured flesh, he urged her to the bed. “Show me your rosy ass and dripping cunt.”
She swayed into the position he’d demanded. She looked hotter than ever. Her saturated pussy made his breath catch in his throat. He yanked open the drawer of her bedside table, pulling out a condom and wrestling it into place. He kneeled behind her prostrate form, unable to resist the urge to tease.
He placed his hands on her lower back and lowered his mouth to her slit, licking and sucking until she bucked. Her breath quickened and he pulled away.”
“You will not cum until I give you permission,” he growled. “You will scream for me.”
Spreading her legs even wider with his hands, Ben leaned in for more of her sweetness. Licking and pulling at her clit, he could feel the tension in her thighs as she fought for control.
“Good girl,” he said.
Rhythmically, he stabbed his tongue deeply into her heated core. His desire to mimic what his throbbing cock wanted seemed to push her even closer to the edge.
“Beg,” he panted.
“Please, sir. Oh, please,” she cried. In her voice he heard unrestrained passion, her need for the kind of union only he could offer.
Reaching around to cup her pussy, Ben rubbed her hard nub as he pumped her slippery slit with two fingers. “Clench my fingers.”
She groaned and shuddered as she clenched while holding off release.
His aching balls had enough. He mounted her in her oblivion, ramming his dick deep into her pussy as she rocked her pink ass up to meet each thrust.
“Come now, pet.”
Like a switch, his command set her off. She bucked as her pussy pulsed around his rod. Relentlessly, he impaled. He forced her hips to meet his thrusts with one firm hand, while with the other he teased her clit.
His balls slapped against her cunt and tightened with his pending blast.
“Come again, pet, squeeze me tight,” he groaned.
She arched her back, taking him even deeper. His fingers clamped down on her mound and she jerked to a second, fast orgasm.
He creamed on shots of bliss, riding high. Mind-fucking pleasure rushed up from his spine’s base and exploded. White light, dizzy warmth and the grounding feel of Lisa’s thighs wrapped backward around his legs.
Gasping, Ben curled around Lisa’s limp body and eased them both to the bed. He followed the sound of her breath back to the present.
“God, Ben…”
“Shh.” He lifted her hair gently from her neck and cooled her by blowing softly. “Can’t talk
.”
She glanced over her shoulder and smiled.
He was home.
****
Lisa searched Ben’s gaze and found no trace of worry or confusion, only love and certainty.
“Fine.” His voice rumbled low in his chest, but his lips twisted in a weary half-grin. “If you are going to spend all night looking at me with those puppy eyes, you might as well speak.”
“Are you sorry?” Her tone was playful, but she held her breath while waiting for his answer.
Gently, he turned her over. “No.” He kissed her lips, her nose, and her forehead. “You were right. We belong together…like this.”
“I meant my vow,” she said. “I am yours.”
His gaze was as deep and blue as a glacial lake. “We are bound together. Where you are willing to go, I will lead.”
She melted against his lips. With his kiss, he sealed a promise so sincere it curled her toes.
“I love you,” she said.
He brushed her hair from her forehead. “And I love you.”
She slumped against his shoulder and sighed. Happiness stole into her heart as he played with a strand of her hair.
“I think, from time to time, I’ll need to remind you of how right I was,” she said with a smirk.
“Do I need to tell you what will happen?” he asked, tapping her sore ass.
Lisa cuddled close to her master’s chest.
“I know very well what will happen, sir,” she giggled. “And I will love every minute.”
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Novella 1: Bound to Be Mine, 51 pages
Novella 2: Bound to Surrender, 72 pages
Novella 3: Bound to Ignite, 55 pages
EXCERPTS & BLURBS
Bound to Be Mine
Lisa Emery had everything: a lucrative job and the perfect man at home—her master. Together, they were exploring the darker side of passion and both seemed to bloom with the knowledge. She had never understood why he suddenly disappeared just when things were going so well. And she didn’t understand why he was back.
Ben Johnson knew the “life” he and Lisa had been living was wrong...just knew it. Something that felt that good couldn’t be right. According to the help he’d sought, “only by atoning for your wrongs could you really grow and change as a person.” So, he was back to atone. Why then, after so many months apart, did he still need to dominate Lisa, to bend her to his will and give in to his baser instincts? And why, after all this time, did she want him to?