Rust

by J. M. Walker

  Swat.

  I inhaled a shaky breath, an ache forming between my legs.

  “I love you.” Swat. “We’ve been together for a while now.” Swat. Swat.

  I whimpered, writhing on his lap.

  “Stop moving,” he snarled, his palm connecting with my ass one last time before pulling a moan from my throat. “Fuck me, I love how kinky you are.”

  “Spank me, Sir,” I pleaded.

  Swat. Swat. Swat.

  “Oh, God.” I shook against him, his erection pressing into my waist. “Please, Stone.”

  “You’re going to come against my hand,” he said, his voice going low. “Aren’t you?”

  “Yes,” I whimpered, my eyes welling at the need to have a release.

  “You want to control me.” His hand inched between my legs, the tips of his fingers brushing over my center. “Don’t you?”

  I chewed my bottom lip, my gaze landing on the rope that had fallen free from my hands.

  “Tell me.” His fingers thrust inside of me in a rough move. “Tell me how much you want to control me.”

  “Yes,” I cried out. “I want to control you.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I need to.” I moaned as his fingers picked up speed. “God, Stone.” Before I knew what was happening, he released me and pushed me off of him. “What are you doing?”

  He smacked a hard kiss on my mouth. “Do what you want but know it won’t last long.”

  Holy shit. I grinned, stepping away from his touch. “Bend over the edge of the bed, baby boy.”

  He raised an eyebrow but didn’t move.

  “Did I stutter?” I pointed to the bed. “Bend over.”

  Stone stood, his eyes suddenly dark with lust.

  Hmm, someone enjoyed being told what to do. More than I thought he would. A nervous flutter trembled through me. Since everything went down with my brother, Stone wouldn’t let me out of his sight.

  But no matter how hard I tried to control the nightmares in my head, they still took over. As much as submitting helped, I needed an extra little something. Having Stone break for me would give me the power I never had. In my whole entire life, I was the one who was always on my knees but not now. Not ever again. Not unless I wanted it.

  “What are you going to do?” Stone asked, bending over the edge of the bed.

  A flush of heat rushed between my legs at seeing his big body bent over. If I was a betting woman, I’d bet his dick was hard.

  I stepped behind him, brushing my hands beneath his shirt and roamed them up the length of his tattooed back. His hard, rigid muscles relaxed under my touch. They jumped and twitched, his breaths leaving his mouth in short bursts of air.

  “I’ll take care of you.” I kissed the back of his neck, pulling his shirt up and over his head. “Your rope intrigues me. Is this used for bondage or to tie up bad guys?” I asked, moving around the bed and wrapped an end of the rope around his wrist.

  “Bondage, but I’ve never used it before.” His eyes were dark, watching, knowing. He was waiting and ready for me.

  “Why not?”

  “Because I’ve never had the desire to dominate anyone before. Not until you.”

  I met his gaze. “Why?”

  “I never got close enough.”

  That made me pause. “You like controlling me.”

  “Just like you enjoy controlling me, Creena.” He tugged on the rope when I was done tying. He grunted. “Impressive.”

  I smiled. “I’ve been tying knots since I was a little girl,” I told him, repeating the same knot with his other wrist. Moving back around him, I kissed his cheek. “What’s my last name?”

  “Chan.”

  “Good boy. That’s your safe word. Use it if needed.”

  ***

  (Stone)

  I almost came. Right then and fucking there.

  Creena had been the first woman I wanted to submit to. I wanted her to take me away and beg for the pleasure however she decided to give it to me. Knowing what she went through, I wanted to do anything to help her deal. She didn’t talk about what happened with her brother. She was focused and driven, shutting down the Organization like she had said she would. It would take one day at a time, but those girls and boys would be safe again. If not mentally, at least physically.

  When Creena ran a shaky hand down my back, I knew she was falling into herself.

  “Tell me what you want,” I demanded, tugging on the rope.

  “I want ...” Her voice cracked. Clearing her throat, she tried again. “I want to make you break.” Reaching around my waist, she unbuckled my belt, undid the button and unzipped the fly of my jeans. Every move seemed to be in slow motion as I waited for her take me to new heights I had never felt before.

  “I want you to shatter into a million pieces so I can put you back together again. I want to give you what you’ve given me.”

  “What’s that?” I asked, my breath coming out in small pants.

  “Freedom.” Her lips grazed down the length of my spine. “You helped me out of my head when I needed you most. I want to return the favor.”

  “Do what you need,” I told her. “Control me to get out of your head.”

  She kissed my shoulder, inching a hand to my waist. Her fingers wrapped around my cock, stroking and pulling. “You’re nice and hard for me.”

  “Yes.” My hips moved with the strokes of her hand.

  Creena pulled and tugged, sliding her fingers up and down my length. “I have a surprise for you.” Her teeth sunk into my shoulder.

  Much to my surprise, Creena released me and headed for her overnight bag. “Have you ever been fucked by a vibrator before?”

  “No.” I shivered, the mere idea sending a hot ripple of pleasure racing through me.

  “I think you’ll like it.” She came toward me. “And if you don’t, you know what to say.”

  ***

  (Creena)

  Holding the thick vibrator in my hand, I switched it on full blast, the vibrations rumbling up my arm. Although it was a good size, it wouldn’t hurt Stone. Not with the lube I was holding in my other hand.

  Brushing the cock shaped device between my legs, I inserted it deep inside me, lubricating it with the juices from my body. A low moan escaped me but before I allowed myself to have the release I craved, I pulled it out of me, squeezed some lubricant on it and ran it down the length of his cock.

  He jumped, a rough curse leaving his mouth.

  Rubbing the toy from his balls to the tight spot between the cheeks of his ass, I pushed and prodded.

  Wrapping a hand around his cock, I stroked from base to tip, pulling at the barbell piercing the head of his dick.

  I stroked harder, not expecting in the least for him to be okay with me taking control this way. But as I inched the vibrator between his legs to the crack of his ass, his cock grew.

  He knew I needed control. Even just for a moment. Not often. But some. And I knew he needed to submit. We both led difficult lives. Giving up power with someone you trust was both freeing and satisfying. And after everything that happened, I needed to take my control back.

  “Creena,” he groaned.

  I took that as my hint and thrust the vibrator inside of him.

  “Fuck.” His hips bucked forward, pushing his cock in tune with the strokes of my hand.

  Rising to my feet, I bent over him, thrusting the vibrator harder and harder. “You like that, baby boy,” I whispered in his ear. “You enjoy submitting to me, don’t you?”

  “Fuck, yes.” He shook, the sound of the ropes cracking against the wooden posts.

  I knew this wouldn’t last long. “You’re going to come for me and then I’ll let you fuck me. Understood?”

  “Creena,” he groaned, my name leaving his lips on a hard growl.

  Turning his head, I covered his mouth with mine at the same time I thrust the vibrator deep into his body.

  “Fuck,” he shouted against my lips, bucking his hips forward
.

  Not letting him get used to the foreign object inside his body, I fucked my way into his mouth.

  I craved his orgasm. I needed him to submit to me more than I ever needed anything in my whole damn life. “Come for me,” I demanded, scraping my teeth down the length of his jaw.

  “Shit.” He trembled above me. “I need to fuck you.”

  “You will,” I purred, thrusting the vibrator rough inside him.

  His cock grew, the tip an angry red. Drops of pre-cum fell off the end of him. Lowering to the floor, I moved beneath him and before he knew what I was doing, I swallowed him whole.

  “Holy fucking hell,” he groaned. He was close and I knew the release was going to be an explosion.

  ***

  (Stone)

  The pleasure erupting through me was nothing like I had ever felt before. It took over all of my thoughts, my actions. It forced me to submit to the waves of ecstasy rushing through me.

  I needed to fuck Creena but I also needed to wait for her permission to come. It was a battle inside my head. I could break the rope wrapped around my wrists. I wanted to. And the sound of the bed posts cracking from my strength almost won but they didn’t. Not yet.

  My hips thrust forward, my cock pumping into Creena’s mouth. With the vibrator seated deep in my ass and my cock down her throat, it was the hottest and dirtiest fucking thing I had ever done.

  “Come for me,” she demanded, tugging on the barbell piercing the tip of my cock. “Come, Stone. Now.”

  I pushed forward. Once. Twice. And fuck me, the orgasm hit me square in the balls. My vision faded in and out. Spots danced in front of my eyes. A lightning of euphoria screamed through my body until my release shot right down the back of her throat.

  Creena moaned, lapping and sucking me dry.

  “Fuck,” I yelled out, her name leaving my lips on a hard shout.

  Creena pulled the toy free from my body and slid out from beneath me.

  As soon as she kissed my cheek, I broke the ropes wrapped around my wrists and charged for her. With her wide eyes staring back at me, I knew I had won.

  ***

  (Creena)

  I cried out when Stone tackled me to the ground. His hands were rough, his fingers kneading and massaging, pushing into my body until I was writhing and panting beneath him. They brushed from my pussy to the tight spot at my rear.

  My eyes widened and before I could comprehend what Stone was doing, he thrust into my ass.

  I screamed, digging my fingers into the carpet and attempted to push away from him.

  He chuckled, pulling me further beneath him. “How does it feel?”

  I cried out, the thickness of his cock spreading me open. “Oh, Stone.”

  “Yeah, baby.” He sunk his teeth into the back of my neck. “I know you like my cock in your ass. This is what I’ve been preparing your body for.”

  A sheen of sweat coated my skin. Spreading my legs, I whimpered when he pushed further into me. “Yes,” I sobbed. “Fuck. Harder, Stone. God, I need you harder.”

  “That’s right, Creena.” His thrusts hardened, pumping deeper and deeper into me. “You need me so damn hard, I rip you in half.”

  My fingers dug into the carpet, my knuckles turning white. I gasped for breath that wasn’t there. Our bodies were fused together. He took a part of me that had never been claimed and wrapped it around him and made it his own.

  Stone grabbed my hand, linked our fingers, and kissed my shoulder. “You’re so fucking tight.”

  “Please, Sir,” I pleaded, my pussy burning with the need to come. “Make me come for you.”

  Stone reached between us, digging his fingers into the flesh of my ass, and spread me open. “Can you feel me everywhere?”

  “Yes,” I cried out. “Oh, God, yes.” The burn from his thick length roaring through me brought me over the edge. I whimpered, shaking through the release that hit me suddenly.

  He grunted his approval and pulled me to all fours before landing a hard swat on my ass. “Fuck, Creena. I wish you could see what I see right now.”

  Words didn’t leave my mouth. Incoherent sounds trembled through me.

  “So damn beautiful.” His fingers dug into my hips. “Look at me.”

  I looked at him over my shoulder, licking my lips.

  He grinned, pushed me off of him and threw me on the bed before tugging me to the end.

  “Please, Stone,” I gasped, my body trapped between him and the bed. “I can’t take anymore.”

  He kissed my cheek, fisting his hand in my hair and held my head still. “You can.” He thrust his cock back into my body. “And you will. I want to feel your ass suck an orgasm out of me while I fuck it.”

  I whimpered.

  This man gave me his submission and control all at the same time. His powerful thrusts forced me over the edge.

  He bellowed out his own release, my name falling free from his lips.

  My racing heart slowed down.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, kissing the side of my neck.

  Everything hit me. My chest tightened. My throat closed up. My nose burned.

  “Creena?” Stone pulled free from my body and turned me onto my back. “Hey.”

  A sob escaped me. My brother. Kenny. Oh God. I had him killed. The dogs. Everything. It was my fault.

  “Shhh ...” Stone held me against his chest, rocking me back and forth. “Let it out, Creena.”

  Cries of anguish left me to the point I started hiccupping. My lungs ached for the air I couldn’t give them.

  “Creena.” Stone knelt between my legs, placing soft kisses on my face. “Let it out.”

  “I killed him,” I finally said, covering my face.

  “Listen to me.” Stone pulled my hands free from my cheeks, staring down at me intently. “Your brother was a monster. He led you to believe you were just like him, but you aren’t. You are better than that. Look at the men who worked for him. You gave them money and kept them on as long as they promised to help you. You’re making so many lives that much better.”

  “But I had his dogs ...” I couldn’t even get the words out of my mouth.

  “Shhh ...” Stone placed a soft peck on my mouth. “None of it’s your fault.”

  I took a deep breath, a weight lifting from my shoulders. Several minutes passed before the anxiety coursing through me, finally left.

  “Feel better?” Stone asked gently, smiling down at me.

  “Surprisingly, yes.” I brushed his bangs off his forehead. “I’ve never been emotional after having an orgasm.”

  “It’s been a hard couple of months. You also could have experienced a bit of sub drop.”

  “What’s that?”

  Stone smirked, lifted me in his arms and carried me over to the chair in the corner of the room before placing me in his lap. “Sub drop can be both physical and emotional. Fatigue. Aches and pains. Sadness. But if you did hit it and I didn’t do anything, you could go into a serious depression.” His hand ran down the length of my spine. “It can be quite scary if the Dom isn’t trained or knows nothing about it.”

  I stared at him.

  “What?”

  “I think I fell in love with you a little more just now.”

  “I love you too, baby girl. I meant what I said. I don’t want anyone else. I’m not going anywhere. I don’t care how fucked up both of us are. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I don’t fall in love only for it to go away in a couple of weeks. This?” He pointed to the spot over his heart. “Belongs to you and no one else.”

  I cupped his face and crushed my mouth to his. “Marry me.”

  He chuckled. “Isn’t it the man who’s supposed to do the proposing?”

  “Have I ever let a man do something for me?” I asked against his mouth.

  He cupped my nape and slid his tongue between my lips, pulling a moan right out of me. As soon as the kiss started, it ended.

  “Is that a yes?” I asked, my chest rising and fallin
g with ragged breath.

  He grinned, pushed me out of his lap and rose from the chair. Disappearing into his closet, he came back a moment later holding a small velvet box and knelt in front of me.

  I gasped.

  His eyes shone. “Great minds, Creena.”

  I laughed, wiping a lonely tear falling down my cheek.

  “I never thought I would propose naked but there’s always a first time for everything.” He shrugged, opening the small box to reveal a single solitaire diamond sitting on top of a gold band. “I love you, Creena Chan. I—”

  I fell to my knees and threw myself into his arms. “Just ask me. Please just ask me.”

  He chuckled. “Marry me.”

  I shivered at the deep dominant timber of his voice. “That’s not asking.”

  “Because I know what you’re going to say.” He kissed my neck. “Pet.”

  Sometime later...

  I WANTED TO throw up. I was standing at the back of the church with my sisters, my girls, the other halves of me I never knew I needed before and I was about to celebrate my marriage. My husband. Stone and I were married. And now it was time for the reception. Holy fucking hell.

  It had felt like a lifetime ago since Stone and I got so drunk, we ended up in bed together. I could never thank Angel and Jay enough for that delicious night.

  “Are you ready, girl?” Max asked, coming up beside me. With her swollen belly protruding from the red satin gown and the rosy glow to her cheeks, she was absolutely breathtaking.

  “Do you want to go out there first? You look better than I do,” I teased, gently poking her in the ribs.

  She laughed, the red hue in her cheeks becoming more pronounced.

  “Shut your face,” Jay chided, standing on the other side of me. “You look absolutely stunning. The white makes your perfect olive skin tone look more tanned,” she scoffed. “Fucking perfect people and their perfect skin.”

  I laughed. “Seriously?”

  She shrugged, a grin breaking out on her face. “I swear if Angel keeps at it, he’s going to fuck a whole football team into me,” she said, rubbing her tiny bump.