A zing to her skin, and it was heating, tingling. Even the harder blows were like a burst of erotic energy.
She whimpered when a particularly expert bite hit her clit.
“Warm up’s over,” he said, his voice gravelly and low. “Time for the really good stuff. You’re pink. And I’m hard. Harder than ever.”
He leaned over to the nightstand, and her eyes went wide.
The neon wand?
How had she been oblivious to it being next to her head this whole time?
It was already plugged in and ready to go. He had an attachment on it that looked like a comb.
He removed all her jewelry and groaned. “I wanna lick you so bad, but I’ll wait. I want you to feel this first.”
Her legs trembled, and in that moment, she was glad she was tied up with her legs taut. Hopefully that meant he wasn’t seeing how much her limbs were shaking.
“Breathe, sweet thing. I want you to absorb this, but I don’t want you to pass out on me.” He smiled at her, then blew across her face, forcing her to inhale.
As soon as her chest filled with air, the attachment glided along her lower abs.
She jumped at the sensation and moaned louder than she ever thought possible.
“Jesus, you’ve got me so fucking hard it hurts.” He did it again.
Same thing. Fuck, she couldn’t keep quiet.
“What will you do when I find a really delicate spot? Hmm . . .” He passed it over her left inner thigh, and holy fuck, she about clawed her way out of the restraints. Her hands yanked and pulled, but nothing happened other than making her arms tense.
“Very nice . . .” He leaned in and sucked on her left nipple as he blew her mind with that wand. “I love you pink, squirming and gasping for air. Reach for it, sweet thing. Try to chase it down.”
It skimmed over the top of her pussy, and when it was at her pubic bone, she made this shrill, choking cry that sounded like she was being skinned alive.
“Fucking hell, Jeanie. Tell me you’re leaking. If I touch your slit and feel how wet you are, I’ll be fucking you against your will. Tell me you’re dying to be fucked hard.” His voice shook and his breathing sounded labored.
“I . . . I’m definitely really slippery,” she managed to say. “I’m probably ruining your bedspread by leaving a wet mark.”
“Christ!” He tipped his head back for a moment. “Slippery enough if I take a picture now, it’ll look like you’ve already creamed yourself and come hard?”
“Jeeeeezus,” she bit out. Her neck tipped back like his had a moment ago.
And then . . . Oh my God! It was on her right nipple. The wand moved over the tip and he was sucking at her left again.
Her pussy clenched so hard, she could swear she heard a soft, gushing sound.
“Wet,” she blurted, “so wet!”
“Good. I’m glad. What I’m fucking dying to hear.” He chuckled and bit her nipple.
Sweat dotted her brow and her insides tightened, heated and built in pressure.
“If this doesn’t make you come, I’ll never forgive myself.” He dragged the wand down her body, then moved it straight down until it was between her legs.
The electric vibration, the hum and the sound of his groan had her on the edge.
One touch—that was all it would take. A press of his finger or tongue on her clit, and she’d explode.
“Please, Sir . . . I need . . . A little more.”
“You like this wand, don’t you, but you want my cock. I wanna hear it. I’m not gonna give it to you until you use your words like a big girl.”
Shit. She was dying, and he wanted her to actually say it? She couldn’t. No way. That really would kill her. She’d die of mortification.
His eyes pierced into her. “You’re body’s already telling me what it needs. Use your words. I know you can do it.” He moved the wand over her pussy again, making it jolt her into a mess of moans. “Tell me what you want with words, and I’ll give it to you.”
“You know,” she replied.
“Communication is key.” He turned the wand off, set it on the bed between her legs. “Are you going to tell me?”
She shook her head, her face flaming hotter than her clenching pussy.
With slow, measured breaths, he removed his clothes, folded them and set them on the nightstand where the wand had resided until he had put it into action.
She lay there, staring at his well-muscled thighs, his washboard abs, and those damned hip flexors that told her he’d had years of practice fucking women into oblivion.
“I won’t touch you, not until you ask.” He stood motionless, looming over her, his thick arms crossing over his chest.
“I can’t.”
“You can. All you have to do is open your mouth. We went through the list, you told me what you will and won’t do, and now you tell me in this moment—what do you want? Wax play? Nipple clamps? A dildo?”
“I want you.”
“How do you want me? Be specific. I aim to fucking please.” His pecs flexed, and his forearms tightened.
“I . . . Jesus, I don’t know . . .” She looked away from him.
He stepped up to the bed, gripped her chin and when he turned her head back to him, his face was an inch away from hers. “Close your eyes. Listen to your body. Tell me right this instant.” She shut her eyes, and he continued. “What. Do. You. Want? What will make this moment complete for you? I’m dying to give you anything you want. Now, say it. Let me spoil you rotten.”
“I want you to fuck me hard, Sir. I don’t want to have to say—I can’t do it. I want you to take charge and do whatever you want to me.”
“Open your eyes, Jeanie.”
When she did, he was smiling, and it was filled with adoration.
“That is exactly why you are the perfect woman for me. You want me to show you what you want. That’s step one with building your trust. You’re already seeing that when I take control, we both come alive. No more second-guessing this. You want me to overwhelm you. You want to give in. Now I expect you to fucking do it. You won’t have to ask, because I’ll already know what you need. I love you.”
He straddled her and slipped two fingers inside her. She almost convulsed on the spot.
“Shit yeah, you’re wet. You’re sopping. You have no idea—this is barely the beginning.” He had the wand back in his hands, it tingled at her left breast, and then . . .
“Ohhhhhh gaaaawwwwd!” She was . . . She could barely breathe—he was finally inside her, pumping furiously.
So many sensations.
The electric current, his cock pounding into her and the glorious sounds he was making, had her fingers and toes curling.
It was too much.
Her pussy cinched down, and she was convulsing. Her orgasm started in her inner thighs, hit her clit and then throbbed its way through her inner walls.
She was coming so hard and so fast, she was breathless.
“Oh, God, I’m . . . I . . .” She wanted to curl into a ball, but she couldn’t. The straps kept her stretched out.
Mark pulled out a second later and spurted all over her navel.
Her head tipped up and she watched, mesmerized, as he came all over her.
His eyes were focused on her. He didn’t drop his head back and grunt like all the other men had when they climaxed. His focus was still on her, even as he was falling apart. He was present enough to soak up the sight of her.
“Love you,” he breathed. “God, you’re beautiful.” His hips still jerked as he leaked the last few remaining remnants of his come onto her body. “Having you. Nothing better . . .” His eyes were still focused, hungry, but he sounded almost tipsy. “Fuck, that looks good. You. Look. Good. Tied up and shaking.” He bent over and nuzzled her neck. “Love. You. Love you so much.” His lips brushed across her throbbing pulse, and he inhaled deeply.
The tip of his wet cock brushed on her thigh.
She sighed. Her arms and legs went lax in h
er bindings. “I love you, too.”
He went up to kneeling between her legs, smiled, leaned over and kissed her.
Then he slid off her, grabbed his phone, which shut the music off, and he snapped a picture of his ejaculate all over her belly.
“You look so beautiful like this.” He snapped another picture of her entire body, then a few of her face. “Wish I could fucking frame this and put it up all over the house.”
She fought off a frown.
He didn’t. His frown and displeasure with her reaction was clear. “No one will see them. No one but me—the man that takes your feelings seriously. I’ll never do anything to hurt you.”
It was a novel thought—most women expected a man to read their minds. She never expected that. It was impractical, but here, she’d found the mythical creature that wasn’t supposed to exist. He was telling her she never needed to ask, but he would know.
How was this possible?
She beamed at him with a lazy grin. Her heart was so full in that moment.
He released her ankles followed her by her wrists, and then he was wiping her stomach clean.
She was in his arms, being massaged and relaxed right into a coma.
“This is playing?” Was she boneless? It sure felt like it.
“This is aftercare, and you deserve every bit of it.”
He fed her, had her in bed in his arms, and before she questioned if she’d somehow died and gone to heaven, he was reading to her from a book he said was one of his favorites—The Loving Dominant.
When he stopped reading, she couldn’t contain it. “You’re my loving Dom, Mark. I can see it in everything you do. It’s all because you care.”
“When I find a way to stop caring about you, I’ll let you know. Until then, I want you to sleep in my arms.”
“Love you,” she said, stretched, yawned, then curled into his side.
“Love you, too, sweetheart. More than you can possibly know. And that will never stop—ever.”
Chapter 11
Sometimes it was in the quiet moments, the mundane tasks, when Jeanie seemed most connected to him.
She’d done their laundry this morning, and these contented sighs kept emanating out of her, making his dick hard.
He rewarded her accordingly—a sash around her neck, him tugging on it a little as he gave her oral until she came on his tongue.
But now, walking inside the grocery store, she kept giving him fleeting, shy glances.
Her eyes roamed down to their clasped hands, and she swallowed with a guilty look affixed in place.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
She squeezed his hand with hers. “It’s nothing.”
“Jeanie . . .”
She stopped walking and exhaled, then allowed her head to sag. “I just noticed that even the small things you do are so different. I hadn’t thought about it before—with every guy I’ve ever held hands with, mine was always in front, leading. Almost like I was treating them like a small child. And it felt odd to have my hand behind yours, but so right that it’s insane. My heart started pounding when I realized you could yank me about wherever you want.”
He smiled and kissed the back of her hand while keeping their fingers entwined. “That’s as it should be.”
Her eyes welled up. “Why do I get so teary-eyed over the little stuff?”
“It’s all new to you. There’s nothing wrong with being touched by the little things. Those are the threads that make up the fabric of who we are together.”
“God, Mark. I love the sound of that.”
He cupped the back of her neck with his free hand, pulled her into a kiss and then led her inside the store, smiling like an idiot.
“Get anything you want,” he said, grabbing a grocery cart.
She gave him a look of concern. “You know I already feel guilty about not paying for my portion, but I know it’ll earn me a bacon slap if I try to do that, so I won’t even try. But I don’t know how to get over stuff like this.”
“You’re thinking it’s unequal, but it’s not. Just having you in my home, at my side, is worth paying for a few measly groceries.” He moved them over to the first aisle. “And I’d do more than a bacon slap if you tried to pay for your food. I’d probably have to give you a few forced orgasms.”
She stiffened for a moment, then grabbed an item off the shelf and placed it in the basket.
The more she shopped, the more she relaxed.
It was interesting to see what she liked to eat. He wondered how many of these items she bought were more because Pono liked them, rather than herself.
He’d watch her during the week to see what she actually ate and didn’t from the items she picked out.
“Do you like stir fry?” he asked, motioning to some fresh chopped veggies.
“Love it.” Her shoulders moved down about an inch as she took a deep breath and blew it out like she was relieved they both had something in common.
He chuckled, grabbed the container and put it in the cart.
“I love orange chicken,” she said in passing.
He grabbed a box of that, too.
Since they’d agreed she wasn’t going to cook just yet, he figured he’d be doing it.
Something told him if he started ordering out every night, she’d feel even guiltier since that would cost more.
Besides, he didn’t mind cooking. Just enjoyed it more when he was cooking something he’d be able to share.
Always seemed kind of pointless to cook an entire meal for just himself.
There was something about the way she moved with ease through the store that spoke to him on a very basic level. She thrived on the day-to-day stuff—living together, working together in harmony.
Her shy, furtive glances she gave him earlier when they’d first started shopping were turning into heated stares.
Especially when he told her he was going to make her some barbecued ribs with some stuffed peppers and grilled tomatoes.
A few times, her hands grazed across his forearms, and she seemed to be hovering around him, standing much closer than usual.
“You smell terrific,” he whispered and leaned down to take a nip at her ear. “Makes me really hungry for some pussy.”
She smiled and blushed. “You smell better. Always . . .”
He laughed. “Not possible.” He kissed her ear, then let her go.
She wandered over to the bags of salad, grabbed one and tossed it into the cart.
Someone was smiling and watching them over by the deli.
He came up behind Jeanie, wrapped his arms around her waist and said in her ear, “We have an appreciative audience.”
She gasped, and then her head whipped around as she tried to figure out who it was.
The person at the counter laughed and kept watching.
Mark groped his girl’s ass and stepped away enough so he could watch Jeanie’s reaction.
It went from mortified to completely turned on in five seconds flat.
“You know what I’m doing to that ass when we get home.” He smirked.
She flushed, and her mouth dropped open.
“Yeah—that.” He gripped his belt, tugged on the buckle, and she really turned a lovely shade of pink.
A moment later, he picked up a cantaloupe she was eyeing, gave her the questioning eyebrow and put it in the cart since it was clear she wanted it but probably thought she’d already gone overboard, even though she really hadn’t put a whole lot in the cart for herself.
“Love you,” she mouthed, then turned away from him, grinning.
He walked over to her, gripped her by the shoulder, turned her around and said, “Hey, I get to say it, too.” He wrapped his arms around her, kissed her firmly and made a show of it by dipping her.
Their voyeur was laughing loud enough they could hear it really well. Mark’s tongue slid into Jeanie’s awaiting mouth.
She moaned on her exhale so quietly no one but him could hear it.
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nstead of fighting him, like Mark expected, Jeanie relaxed into his hold, giving herself over to him.
He growled, brought her back to upright, then let her go with a smack on her behind. “Don’t ever turn away from me without letting me say it back. Got it?”
“Got it, Sir.” Jeanie smirked, and her steps lightened as she moved around him.
Bzzz . . . Bzzz . . .
She pulled her phone from her pocket and handed it to him without missing a beat.
He checked the caller ID.
“It’s Marly,” he told her, then handed it back to her.
It was one of their agreements—he checked all her phone calls when they were together, and if he needed to intercept, he’d answer it for her. If it was someone he deemed safe, he gave it over to her.
Oddly enough, she never seemed to have a problem with that at all, or him having access to all her online accounts and emails. He kept waiting for her to grow upset about it and protest, but she never did. Somehow she must’ve known it was his way of having some control, getting to know what her life was like and a way to find out more about her.
They were building more trust daily, and it was incredible to see her smiling more and more, laughing and opening up to him.
“Hey, how’re you doing?” Jeanie greeted Marly when she answered the call.
Mark went about grabbing a few more items in the produce section, then braved dragging Jeanie with him over to the deli counter.
The lady that had been watching them smiled warmly, finished her order, then departed with a small wave.
Mark gave a small wave back along with a proud grin.
“Yeah, this is my woman, and I grope her whenever the fuck I feel like it,” he wanted to say but kept it to himself.
No one needed to know that shit except Jeanie. That was enough for him.
“I don’t know if I’m free to go dancing again this weekend . . .” Jeanie gave him a questioning look. “Yeah, I’m still staying at Mark’s place.”
Mark ordered some lunch meat for sandwiches, and as it was being sliced, he motioned for Jeanie to give the call to him.
She did it without hesitation. His insides warmed at an alarming rate over such a small gesture of trust.
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