by Anya Summers
“Deep breaths, babe. I need to fuck your ass,” he said in a gravelly voice full of raw need.
“Yes, Sir, please,” she begged, feeling like she was in another stratosphere.
With a roll of his hips, he surged inside her back channel. Sadie moaned as he fed his cock in, stretching her sensitive tissues much farther than the plug had.
“Oh god,” she cried as he shuttled his length in and out, going deeper and deeper with each thrust.
It was the most erotic, naughty thing she had ever done. It was turning her on to the point where she was surprised she didn’t vibrate right off the bench. In fact, she would have, if not for the restraints.
Once Ram’s cock was gliding in and out with ease, the man turned downright animalistic. Over and over, he pummeled her ass, filling her, stretching her, making her scream.
It was different from having a man screw her pussy, but so damn good. It made her wonder why she had never tried anything like this before.
Ram’s grunts filled the room. Sadie bared her teeth, needing more but she didn’t know how to ask for it. Again and again, he hammered her rear, plunging deep and fast. Then he pinched her clit just as he slammed home into her ass.
Sadie damn near levitated as she came. She thought she might have blacked out, the ecstasy was so intense. But then his cock jerked in her ass and he roared. “Oh fuck yeah, babe. Fuck!”
Sadie felt her consciousness slipping away as he withdrew from her body. Multiple orgasms could do that to a person. She tried to stay awake, but the events of the night were too much. She whimpered as the restraints were released and her body lifted into a pair of strong arms.
“Hush, babe. I’ve got you.”
Trusting Ram would see that no harm befell her, she let go.
Chapter 10
Ever so gently, Ram deposited Sadie on his bed, wrapping her lithe form in a blanket. She was out cold. He removed the sky high fuck me pumps she’d been wearing, angling to make her comfortable. The woman had been a scintillating, sexy revelation. And there was no longer any doubt in his mind; Sadie was submissive. Perhaps that was what had been drawing him to her the entire time—that the Dom part of his being had recognized the sweet submissive within her. While she rested, Ram cleaned up the bench area, tossed the condom in the trash, and padded into the bathroom to clean himself up.
Then he took a warm washcloth and returned to Sadie’s side. Lifting the blanket off, he parted her thighs and stared for a moment at her succulent cunt. His dick hardened, wanting to feel her slick heat wrapped around him once more. But before he did anything, like bury his face between her thighs and wake her up as he ate her cunt, he wiped away the lubricant. She murmured in her sleep. Ram tossed the soiled cloth into the hamper and then joined Sadie in his bed.
He didn’t take his boots or his pants off, he just climbed into bed still wearing both. Not that Ram cared what she might think, he just didn’t want to freak her out. She’d already had a rather eventful night. Plus, most women had one of two reactions when they discovered the prosthetic left foot: horror or pity. There really was no in between, no middle ground or mild reactions. And Ram wasn’t in the mood to see which side of the fence she would be on. In truth, he was always disappointed by the reactions he received. He’d served this country—put his life on the line, lost his friends, lost parts of his body in that service—only to be regarded as a bit of a freak.
Hence not wanting to spoil the night. He preferred to ride the wave of ecstasy still humming in his veins.
Ram gathered Sadie into his arms. For someone who had lost as much as she had, Sadie had bravely stepped into the lifestyle tonight. It made Ram wonder whether that courage was part of her natural default personality that had been overshadowed in recent years by the heavy losses she’d sustained.
Ram wasn’t a monk. Not by a long shot. During the ten months while he didn’t have his kids, he was at the club on a weekly basis. He enjoyed the opposite sex at times with abundance, and gorged himself on the available subs.
But it had been ages since he had struggled to keep the wild frenzy of need from trying to override his control during a scene. After watching her climax from the flogging, Ram wondered what other instruments she might like—a cane, perhaps, or the whip. She’d been enthralled by Killian whipping Amy downstairs.
The way she was fitted against him gave him an up-close view of her face, without her noticing. She wasn’t conventionally beautiful, with her cupid’s bow mouth, high cheekbones, and big, expressive eyes that displayed every thought that crossed her mind. Her inky, long lashes created crescent moons on the sun-kissed skin on her cheeks.
He couldn’t help himself. Captivated by her, he stroked his knuckles over her silken cheek and his dick hardened once again. Like he hadn’t been balls deep inside her moments before, and climaxed so hard his knees had buckled. He wanted her again. As wrong as it was, as much as tonight had gone against his every instinct professionally, his desire for her eclipsed all rational, logical thought, and muscled aside his objections with all the delicacy of a rampaging elephant in a tea room.
At his touch, her inky lashes fluttered open. Her hazel eyes were hazy. “Hi,” she murmured, “what time is it?”
“It’s late.” And Ram knew with a certainty it was far too late for him to walk away, because he was sinking fast where she was concerned.
“And you have to get home?” Disappointment laced her voice, and some of the storm clouds re-entered her gaze.
Ram should cut it off, here and now. He should get them both up out of the damn bed and dressed. He had done what he had promised: held up his end of the bargain and introduced her to the lifestyle. He should walk away before they went any further. And yet, she held him spellbound. It would take someone much more pure of heart and soul to do the right thing, not for himself but to protect her from being hurt. She had suffered enough, and he didn’t want to add to her sorrow. But Ram couldn’t walk away, not when the need to feel her again, to bury himself inside her once more, almost cut him in two. He sighed. “Not just yet. We have a little while longer before I take you home.”
“So we can do that again?” A hint of a smile shrouded her lips. He traced the bottom, fuller lip with his thumb, enjoying the way her eyes went dark and her breath caught in her throat in response to his touch.
A seductive smile spread over his lips and he shook his head. “No.”
Her face fell, and she moved to turn away.
Ram caught her before she managed to wriggle an inch away. Cupping her chin, he said, “Not exactly that. Your backside is going to be too tender for me to flog you again tonight. But there is one hole of yours I haven’t tried.”
She licked her lips. That was exactly the response any man within his right mind would want to see on his woman at the prospect of a blow job.
“Yes, Sir. I would like that too.” A pretty blush spread over her chest and into her face. Ram reached down between their bodies to her cunt and found her damp—for him.
“You might not like what I have in store for you.”
She inhaled a shaky breath. “I want this, Sir, and if all I have is tonight, I don’t want to waste it.”
Ram took her head in his hands, running his thumb over her bottom lip. And then claimed her lips in a torrid, hungry duel. He’d never expected her to taste so sweet. Or to want her like he wanted air to breathe. Sadie unsettled all his control and made the walls he kept up to shield himself shake like they’d been hit with an eight-point-nine earthquake.
Sadie clung to him and he couldn’t deny that the sensation of her torso against his, feeling her nipples harden against his chest, made the fires burn more brightly. When Ram finally tore his mouth away and looked down at her, with her hair spread out beneath her, she wasn’t the only one breathing heavily.
“Give me just a moment to get things set up.” He kissed the tip of her nose.
She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
Ram disentangled himself from her del
ectable body to give himself a moment to compose himself. Then he headed over to the armoire because he’d had an idea. He grabbed the cushion and the wand. He dismissed grabbing more lube. Since it was her first time having anal sex, her bottom would be too sore, so he nixed taking her ass again tonight.
He set up the pillow in the middle of the bed and positioned the vibrating wand with the tongue attachment on top of it. This way, he could have her lean forward and suck his dick while she rode the pillow.
“All right, babe, I want you to come straddle this.” He held out a hand for her to take, then helped her straddle the pillow, getting her body into position for maximum effect. Then he switched the wand on, dialing it up to just below the level which would drive her crazy, to keep her body on the edge.
“Oh god,” she whispered, her eyes closing.
He chuckled. “I thought you might enjoy that. Now, I want you to lean forward and rest on your elbows.”
He helped her out, showing her exactly the way he wanted her hot little body. “Perfect.” He stroked a hand over her rear before moving off the bed. The way he had set it up, with her on her knees and elbows, bent forward, positioning her head so that it aligned with where the mattress ended, put her mouth at the perfect height to take his cock.
Ram freed his erection, shoving his jeans down to his thighs. Gripping his shaft, he held it before her mouth while his other hand cupped her nape. “Open wide, babe. I want you to suck me off. And one caveat, no coming until I permit it.”
She was already riding the wand with tiny little thrusts of her hips. She whined, “But, Sir, I don’t know if I can.”
“You will do it because it pleases me. And if you disobey me, you will be spanked, regardless of the fact that I already flogged you tonight.”
She grimaced, waging an internal debate, but then whispered, “Yes, Sir, I will try.”
“That’s all I ask. Now, open up, babe, I want to feel that hot little mouth of yours sucking me dry.”
With a small nod, Sadie opened her mouth. Ram slid his dick inside, admiring the way her lips looked around his shaft, and hissed out a moan as her mouth closed around him. The sight of his dick disappearing between her lips was so fucking hot. She ran her tongue along the underside, tracing the vein.
He held her head and rolled his hips, thrusting in and out. His stomach muscles quivered as need tautened his being. She was grinding against the cushion and moaning around his shaft. The vibrations added urgency to his thrusts.
His balls tightened, drawing up as she suctioned his cock in deep. He thrust faster, fucking her mouth with more force as his climax neared. He wanted to hold on, but Christ, her mouth felt like hot, liquid silk suctioning his dick.
It started at the base of his spine. Electric pleasure shot through his body. His cock swelled. He strained. His cock juddered.
“Ah, fuck yeah, babe. Suck it all down. Ahhh.” Ram thrust repeatedly as she moaned and swallowed his spunk.
Her hips jerked and she cried out. Had she?
“I thought I told you not to come until I permitted it,” he said, withdrawing his cock from her mouth.
“Sorry, Sir, I couldn’t stop it. I tried,” she whimpered.
“Be that as it may, I promised you a spanking should you disobey me.” Ram moved her body along with the cushion, repositioning her so that she was still on it but so the sweet cheeks of her ass were at the end of the bed. He pushed her forward so she was bent over more, giving him a perfect view of her backside.
He placed one hand low on her back to keep her in place. “Since this is a first offense and you’re new to the lifestyle, I will go easy on you with ten. But no coming.”
“Are you serious? How can I stop it, with this thing buzzing against my clit nonstop?”
He smiled. “It’s all about you handing me the control. This is what it means to submit. Your pleasure is mine. Your body is mine. Your climaxes are mine.”
“I don’t know how. Please tell me. I want to, I just don’t know what to do,” she whispered with a ragged cry.
She just about broke his heart with her earnest plea. “I need you to relax. Take a deep breath. Good. And another. And I want you, with each breath, to imagine giving me each worry, every concern… and let it all drift away, trusting I know what’s best and will take care of everything as long as you give me you.”
He watched her struggle as she followed his directions, and felt the moment she surrendered. It was evident in the supple lines of her back, and in the way she stopped straining against the cushion and settled onto it. It was evident in her demeanor, and the way she bowed her head to rest it against the mattress, presenting him with her bottom.
Something shifted inside Ram and he was filled with the need to possess her, to be the only Dom to ever be granted her submission. Because it was a fucking beautiful gift she was bestowing upon him tonight. He rubbed a hand over her bottom, cupping the cheeks that were still red from his flogging.
“That’s it, babe. I’m proud of you. Now, relax and take your punishment. Then I promise that I plan to fuck you until you can’t walk.”
Keeping one hand on her lower back, he smacked her bare bottom, enjoying the way it reddened from his touch, and the breathy sighs coming from Sadie. First the flogger, and now the spanking—god, did the woman enjoy discipline. It was obvious in the way she tilted her hips up, begging for more.
After the tenth swat fell, he left her for a moment and grabbed a condom from the nightstand drawer. Sheathing his dick, he positioned the head at her entrance and guided his length inside her.
Fuck. The way her tissues clenched around him almost had him blowing his load before they even got started. At her throaty moan, he gripped her hips and shuttled his length in and out, reveling in the way her cunt tried to keep him inside.
“Sir, please,” she cried.
“Hold on just a little longer for me,” he ordered.
Then he withdrew, removed the cushion and wand from between her thighs, then turned her onto her back. Wedging himself between her thighs, placing an ankle on either side of his shoulders, he slid back inside, pumping his hips in long, hard strokes.
Now he got to watch her face as he fucked her. To see which strokes made her cry out, which ones made her strain for more, and which ones made her writhe. Ram established a steady rhythm then, with his thumb, rubbed her swollen clit.
“Sir, please,” she wailed, her hips bucking against his hold.
“Now, babe. I want you to come right now.” He pinched her clit and slammed his dick inside her until his balls slapped her ass.
Her back arched; her nipples stabbed toward the ceiling, making him wish he had thought to put those sweet tits in clamps. Her cunt spasmed around his thrusting dick.
“Oh god, yes,” she keened as she came.
But he wasn’t done with her yet. He leaned forward, holding himself up on his hands as he hammered her pussy. Ram let go of his control and fucked her. Sweat slicked their bodies. He gritted his teeth, plunging inside her welcoming heat again and again.
When it was all over, he wanted her to remember tonight. That years from now it would be a fantasy she remembered when some other man was bedding her. And if the thought of anyone else touching her, fucking her, caused him to see red, he battled it back, focusing on fulfilling his promise to fuck her until her legs no longer worked.
He felt his body drawing in on itself and reached down to stroke her clit.
She whimpered.
“That’s it, babe, come for me again.”
Her hips bucked. “Ram,” she wailed.
Hearing his name as she climaxed caused his own. He slammed home inside her spasming sheath and erupted, filling the condom with his spunk. And, in the back of his mind, he wished there was no barrier.
Ram was momentarily blinded. Waves of ecstasy flooded him. He thrust, wanting to make it last and enjoy every drop of pleasure. He leaned forward and took her mouth.
Then he did the right thing—t
he only thing any honorable guy would do. Ram withdrew from her form, grabbed another washcloth from the bathroom, and cleaned up between her thighs. After disposing of the condom and cleaning himself up, zipping up his pants and putting his tank back on, he helped her get dressed.
When they were both fully clothed, he escorted her to his car and drove her home. She was curled up in the passenger seat, the high heels in her lap, and there was a peace to her being that hadn’t been there before.
He parked in the spot in front of her door. Walking around his car, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to her front door, so she wouldn’t have to worry about putting the heels back on or stepping in who knew what on the way. He took the key from her hand and helped get her inside, before finally setting her feet on the ground. He was going to leave it at that. But when he turned to leave…
“Ram. Could you stay with me? I just don’t want to sleep alone. I promise no sex stuff. If you can’t, I get it. I just…”
Ram looked at her, waging a battle with himself. The need to protect her rose up in his chest. As much as he knew he should walk away, end it here and now, he couldn’t.
“Why don’t you go on into the bedroom while I make sure the front door is locked up tight? Strip and get into bed, I will be back in a moment.”
The tension drained out of her. She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
Her reaction made the Dom in him never want to let her go, demanded that he stake his claim on her. He watched her pad over to the hall and disappear around the corner. Jesus, what the fuck was he doing? He ran a hand over his face.
He turned back toward the front door and flipped the locks.
Staying, apparently.
Her place wasn’t huge but it was a decent size. While it was a nice apartment, he wished she had more security as a single female living alone. He would have to talk to Quinten about getting a security system installed for her. Ram would pay for it if money was an issue.
He walked back into the bedroom, shutting off lights as he did. She was already curled in the big king-sized bed with its wrought iron headboard and footboard, buried beneath blue-gray covers. It was a pretty perfect bed for a Dom who liked to restrain a naughty submissive.