by Anya Summers
“That’s where you’re wrong. Every man would be rock hard—might be a few women, too, who would see just how fucking beautiful you are and want you for themselves. Now, lie back for me, and hold the backs of your thighs with your legs spread.”
She started to move back. He tilted his head and said, “Wait just a minute. I need to grab a few things from my room.”
Emmett left her naked in his kitchen. He strode back within less than two minutes, his uninjured hand full. When he reached her, fitting himself between her thighs, she glanced down and when it dawned on her what he was holding—a black conical shaped device, and a tube of lubricant—she shivered.
“All right, doc, now I want you to lie back like I told you. This is just a little butt plug we’re going to try, to see how you like it, and get that back channel of yours prepared for my cock.”
“Oh?” she asked, feeling the cool wood beneath her back.
“I plan on taking this virgin ass of yours, Grace.” His fingers grazed that puckered hole, and she quivered low in her belly. “Not tonight. We’ll work up to it, and this plug will set us on that path.”
She breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to try it, because she did. Now that the proverbial Pandora’s box was open, she wanted to sample the entire cornucopia. But she was glad that they were going to build up to anal. He fit his big, hard body between her thighs, and set the plug and lubricant on the table beside her.
Even injured, the man was like a big mountain lion, wild and dangerous, and she couldn’t help but wonder what he would be like once he was fully healed.
Leaning down, he cupped the back of her head and lowered his mouth to rub against hers in a teasing manner. “We’re going to play a little game. Consider it part of your training. You are not to climax until I allow it. Understood?”
Her belly clenched. “How? Tell me how to do that? I’ve never—” she lowered her gaze, “had to do that before, and I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“You couldn’t, even if you tried. And how? By surrendering. Give me your pleasure, let me steer you where you need to go, and trust that I will get you there. And that the pleasure will be worth it.”
It was strange, the uncertainty, when they had been intimate multiple times already. But it was tangled up with the wellspring of need to please him, which she recognized from her research on submission was part and parcel of the deal: the desire to please. It was probably one of the reasons why she had gone into medicine—her desire to help, to heal, to make people well. This was merely an extension of that.
“Okay. I’ll try my best.”
“Just keep in mind that if you disobey me and climax without my approval, you will be punished. For that type of offense, it will be a spanking. Normally, it would be no less than thirty swats, and not the soft love taps like the other night. However, since you are a beginner, I will go a little easier on you.”
She quivered. “Yes, Sir.”
Emmett brushed his lips against hers, once, twice, three times… until she sighed, and some of the tension left her frame at the gentle touch. He was always surprising her in that regard. When she expected a storm, he gave her a calm breeze. His tongue sought entry, tracing the seam of her mouth. Her lips parted, allowing him inside, and she worried that she was allowing him into more than merely her body: that with each touch, she allowed him entry into her heart.
She ignored the fear swimming in her chest, and poured herself into the kiss.
Emmett angled her head, slanted his mouth more firmly over hers, and took her under. He ramped up the intensity of the lip lock from sweetly tender to balls-to-the-wall, going down in flames. Grace clung to him, letting him sweep her away into his erotic haven.
If anything, the kiss grew hotter, more dominant, more carnal, more everything—until she didn’t know where he ended, and she began. Nor did she care. His erect cock pressed against her apex. She was wet and ready, and thoroughly aroused by a damn kiss.
Grace had no idea how she was going to keep from coming, not when she was this hot already. She rocked her hips, hoping that maybe he would skip from erotic torture to screwing her brains out.
He pressed his hips against her core—the weight stopped her undulating movements—and tore his mouth from hers. “That’s enough of that, naughty minx. You’ll not persuade me to give you release sooner.”
The man saw right through her pretense to the heart of what she needed. “I know. It’s just… I ache, Sir.”
“Babe, you’re trying to top from the bottom. Let go, surrender, and I swear I will make you come screaming.”
He didn’t wait for a response. Instead, he lowered his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth, hard. Pleasure sliced through her. She arched her back, feeding him the breast. His tongue lashed her bud into a turgid point. When he bit down on the stiff peak, she tossed her head back with a loud moan.
“As soon as I have the use of my left arm back, I’m putting these beauties in clamps,” Emmett said. Then he attacked her other bud with equal vigor.
Grace floated in a sea of carnal bliss while he kneaded and caressed her flesh, until her breasts felt swollen and abused. Wetness trickled between her thighs. When he released her and rose, she whimpered.
“Hold this for me.” He held out the lubricant tube.
Grace took it, watching as he flipped the lid, and said, “Now squeeze it.”
She did, and watched the gel coat his fingers.
“Stop.”
Grace put the cap back into place and felt the cool lube as he spread it over her back entrance.
“I’m going to stretch you a bit. I need you to take a deep breath for me and release it,” he said as his finger probed her forbidden channel.
She released her breath on a strangled cry as the tip of his finger entered.
“Again, breathe for me again,” he demanded.
This time, he slid infinitely deeper, to his knuckle. He thrust the finger in and out, going further with each insertion. Emmett lowered his body to his knees between her thighs and swiped his tongue over her clit. Pleasure arced through her, and his digit slid all the way in.
Her back channel burned. It felt weird, uncomfortable even, as he tongued her nub. But then he began stroking his finger in and out. He went slow at first so that she felt every movement, thrust and retreat. And somewhere along the way, that burning sensation turned into a five-alarm fire of pleasure. She rocked her hips against the thrusting finger, shocked by her enjoyment of it. When Emmett added a second finger, beginning the stretching process once more, Grace wondered if there had ever been any medical cases of people expiring from pleasure.
By the time his fingers were sawing in and out of her ass, Grace’s body had catapulted to another planet—one where Emmett was her master, and pleasure her god. After everything she had experienced with him thus far, this naughty act went even beyond those, propelling her into a new realm which deep down she understood would forever alter her being.
When his fingers left her bottom, she whimpered.
He rose and picked up the plug. Her belly quivered. “I need you to pick up the lube again.”
She fumbled for the tube and flipped the top off.
“I’ll tell you when to stop,” he ordered, and as she pressed on the tube, he turned the conical device until the entire rounded tip was coated. “Good. Now, I want you to hold the backs of your thighs beneath the knees, and keep your legs spread.”
He resumed his former position with his face between her thighs, and pressed the tip of the plug into her back channel. It slid in with a pop. It was wide at the base, wider than his fingers had been. And Grace hated to admit it, but she missed the movement, the thrusting, the… oh, holy crap!
Her head thunked back against the table at the onset of vibrations emanating from the plug, and she tried to remember to keep her hands on her thighs.
“I think somebody likes anal play,” Emmett murmured with a dark chuckle.
; Before she could respond, he fastened his mouth over her pussy and began a campaign to drive her out of her ever-loving mind. He plunged two fingers inside her pussy, pumping the digits in fast, deep strokes while his mouth sucked, nipped, and licked her clit until it was swollen and poking out from beneath the hood.
Grace tried to stop it. Really, truly, she did. But the orgasm slammed into her system with gale force, hurricane-strength winds.
“Oh god,” she wailed. Her hips bucked. Acute ecstasy swamped her system, flooding every molecule. Her ass clamped down on the vibrating plug, and her pussy spasmed around Emmett’s fingers.
“I thought I told you not to come until I allowed it,” Emmett growled, rising with a stern expression on his face.
“I’m sorry. I tried. It snuck up on me so fast. I had no way of stopping it.”
“I understand this is new territory, but I’m also training you in what to expect. You disobeyed a direct order. Now you will take your punishment like a good girl, without complaint.” He tugged her limp body up. “Hop down,” he commanded.
She slid her feet onto the floor, her knees wobbling.
He bent her over the table so that her butt was up in the air. Her palms lay flat.
“And it’s because you’re new to the lifestyle that I’ll go easy on you. You’ll get ten spanks, understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Tears stung her eyes. She’d failed him. Then his hand landed across her bare bottom with a loud crack. She gasped at the pain. He hadn’t lied, these weren’t like the love taps he’d used before but a campaign to drive home her disobedience.
She took the pain, accepted it and, with tears trailing down her face, tilted her hips up for more. The pain radiated through her bum. The plug’s vibrations in her ass were magnified with every wicked swat.
“Sir, please,” she begged as the next whack landed, jiggling the plug, and leaving her gasping for more of his hard whacks against her bottom—more everything.
“Please what? You’re not getting out of your punishment.”
She sobbed. “I know. I’m not trying to… I just don’t know that I can stop it, the climax. It’s coming, I can feel it, and I don’t want to disappoint you again. Please, Sir, I need you to fuck me and let me come.”
His hand caressed her enflamed globes. “Jesus, who would have guessed how hot you would burn? Come as often as you need to.”
The head of his cock pressed against her pussy. With a groan, he thrust, sinking balls-deep until he hit the lip of her womb. The double penetration from the plug added to the flames until she was one big ball of need.
Emmett braced her, with his hand on her hip, and began to fuck her with fierce, furious strokes that rattled the heavy table and left her keening. He leaned forward and changed the angle of his penetration, pounding her pussy so that his balls slapped against her clit. Then he wrapped his arm underneath her torso and his hand gripped her throat. He pummeled her sex, hammering his cock inside her in a primal, animalistic manner. This was a mating, a branding of her body with his, and she reveled in it, in him, in the way her body drew taut as he screwed her brains out.
The climax struck her with the force of an asteroid slamming into Earth.
“Emmett,” she wailed, throwing her hips back, taking his shaft deep as she spasmed and quaked.
“Grace, I’m—ahhh!” He thrust wildly; his cock juddered and spurted streams of hot spunk, adding extra flutters of pleasure-filled bliss in her pussy.
Emmett laid his forehead against her shoulder, his breathing as ragged as hers. “Jesus, woman, what you do to me. Are you okay, Grace? I know I was less than gentle.”
“So I guess if I asked when we could do that again, it wouldn’t be appropriate.”
He laughed, a deep rumbling sound in his chest, and she felt the vibrations. “Christ, doc, I think you’re damn near perfect.”
He withdrew his shaft and removed the plug.
“Hardly,” she replied as he helped her up. Her legs were shaky, but she felt fluid and on cloud nine. If he asked her, she would run for miles just to experience his lovemaking again.
He turned her and cupped her chin, his eyes solemn. “You’re perfect for me, at least.”
“Emmett,” she whispered, and wrapped her arms around him. Her heart shivered and cracked open. This rough, wild cowboy looked at her in a way no man ever had before, as if she was the best thing that had ever happened to him. Moreover, she was beginning to believe that he might be the best thing that had ever happened to her, too.
And she thought that, for all Emmett’s rough edges, her grandpa would have liked him.
14
The woman had packed her sexy as hell satin robe and now sat looking like sin at Emmett’s kitchen table. He’d been with plenty of women in his day, both submissives and non-lifestylers, but he had never met anyone quite like Grace. She made him want things, dreams that he’d told himself long ago weren’t for people like him, and never would be.
And yet, as he sat in the spot where he had screwed her senseless not an hour ago, those dreams shimmered with potential.
“What? Do I have something on my nose?” she asked him.
“No. Just remembering the way you looked on my table earlier,” he teased, and watched the blush spread up the slim column of her neck.
That she could still be so innocent that she blushed after everything they’d done so far charmed him. She charmed him. And that made him know it was time to broach the subject. “I’d like to reserve the cabin we have on the grounds for those of us in the lifestyle this Saturday, and do a scene with you there. It won’t be a public scene, we’ll have the place to ourselves. Once a month, for the voyeurs and exhibitionists among us, we turn it into a place to meet and watch other scenes, maybe participate in a few.”
“So you guys share submissives?” she asked.
He shook his head no. “With any other woman, I might have dual topped with another Dom, but not with you.”
“Why not?”
He tilted his head to the side. “Why, you want to try two Doms at once? Experience a little ménage action?”
“No. You’re more than enough. I just don’t know why you would share other submissives and not me. Is it because I’m inexperienced with sex?” she asked him.
“Inexperienced? Doc, no, you’re not, at least not from where I’m standing. Why would you think that? How many partners have you had?”
“Three before you.”
“This year? Last month?”
“Nope. Including you, it’s four,” she admitted with an embarrassed shrug and glanced away, paying sudden careful attention to the slice of half eaten pepperoni pizza on her plate.
He reached across the table and covered her hand with his, since he still couldn’t pick her up thanks to his blasted shoulder injury. “Grace, babe, look at me.”
She lifted her eyes and he spied uncertainty laced with insecurity in her gaze.
“I want you to listen to me and what I’m about to say. You are the most giving, passionate woman I’ve ever had the good fortune to be with. And I don’t want to share you with another Dom not because I think you’re inexperienced, but because I find I feel rather possessive and won’t share you with another man. I want you for myself. I want to claim you as my submissive, in front of the rest of the Doms on the ranch, and have you wear my collar.”
“Your collar?” she whispered, her eyes wide.
“It tells every Dom within sniffing distance that you’re taken. Kind of like wearing a guy’s letter jacket in school. And when it’s time, I will make sure yours is delicate and pretty enough for you to wear every day.” He left out the part that in his mind, the bestowing of a collar on a submissive was as solid as giving a woman a wedding ring.
“Have you ever collared a submissive?” she asked, searching his face.
“Nope. Never wanted to until now.”
“Emmett.” She sighed and shook her head “Half the time, I don’t know what to d
o with you. My grandpa must have liked you. Did you know him well?”
“Some. Saw him around town. He always had a kind word for everyone. I liked him, respected the hell out of him. He was a good man, a good doctor whom the town loved a lot. And you were fifteen when you came to live with him?”
“Yeah, my parents were doing the whole doctors without borders thing, so I traveled with them quite a bit, until I was old enough to attend boarding school my freshman year.”
“And they died when you were fifteen?” he asked.
“They did. They were working in the Congo, and there was a flood that swept through the camp they were in. They tried to leave but didn’t get out in time. The Jeep they’d been in was found, but never their bodies.”
Oh baby, so young to lose both parents. “But you must have enjoyed living with your grandpa?”
“I did. I don’t think he really knew what to do with a fifteen-year-old girl, though, which is why he sent me back to boarding school. I came here for the summers, and at Christmas.”
It wasn’t any wonder she had an independent streak a mile wide. She’d all but raised herself since she became a teenager. “I’m sure it wasn’t easy for either of you,” he said.
“What about you? Parents, siblings?”
“No, I’m on my own, have been since Dad died ten years ago. But the boys, Colt, Lincoln, and the rest are good friends, have been since high school. Sometimes it’s not the family we’re given but the one we create that matters.”
“I’m sorry, that couldn’t have been easy. It was a blessing that my parents went together. I don’t think one would have made it without the other.”
“Even though it left you an orphan?”
“I had Grandpa. And by that time, I was pretty self-reliant. I miss them. They were incredible people, out to save the world—or at least, the people in it. Because of them, I experienced other cultures outside the borders of this country by the time I was ten. I saw the difference they made in the world, and is why…”
“You chose to go into medicine too,” he finished for her as more of her puzzle pieces became visible.