Authors: Desiree Holt
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“Wet,” he acknowledged. “Soaked, as a matter of fact. You
must want this very badly.”
“I do, Sir,” she whispered. “Very much.”
He thrust two fingers inside her again and when he withdrew
them, rubbed her juice on the tight puckered ring of her anus.
“You’ve already showered. Good.” He pressed his face to one
cheek of her ass. “I love your scent.” He drew a tiny circle on her skin with
his tongue. “But now I need to clean up too. So you stay just like that and
think about how you’re going to make it up to me for leaving the way you did.”
He bent over her and put his mouth close to her ear. “And girl? You’re going to
love every minute of it. I promise.”
She stayed in position, as commanded. She heard every move
he made and imagined him taking off his clothing, baring that incredible body.
She could almost see that long, thick cock, erect in anticipation, the head
swollen and darkened. When she heard the shower running, she visualized his
skin glistening with soap and water.
It seemed forever before he padded back to the bedroom. She
knew when he stood behind her, the cologne he used tickling her senses. She
wanted his touch so badly. Anywhere on her body. However he wanted to touch
her. She craved it more than she’d ever wanted anything in her life, and it
satisfied her that every vestige of need for Brian had been wiped away,
replaced by a hunger only for this man.
“I think the first thing we need to do is make sure you
repent for your disrespect of your Master. That
is
why you took out the
flogger, isn’t it?”
“Yes.” She tried to nod but it was impossible with her
forehead pressed to the mattress. “It is, Sir.”
He rubbed her buttocks with one hand, long caresses on each
cheek. Fallon was glad she’d waited all this time to come to him, long enough
that every last hint of Brian’s abuse had faded from her skin.
“I won’t be gentle. I can’t be. But it won’t be more than
you can bear.”
She heard movement and from the corner of her eye, saw him
lift the flogger. She’d had some reservations about choosing that particular
instrument but she wanted it to have meaning between them, one that erased the
bad memories clinging to it. With Cord, the pain would bring pleasure, but the
kind that warmed her and transported her, not the kind so extreme she could
hardly bear it.
“Ten strokes. And I want you to count them out loud.” The
short leather straps stung as he applied the instrument with force. “That’s
one. Let me hear you say it.”
“One.” She tightened her fingers into her palms.
“Keep counting.”
She did, as each stroke fell harder and harder, one cheek
then the other, even the inside of her thighs—high enough that the strands just
barely touched the exposed lips of her pussy. By the time she yelled out ten,
her ass and thighs were on fire and tears were running down her cheeks. But she
welcomed the pain as cleansing, purifying. Because Cord applied each stroke
with love and desire, not cruelty. And just hard enough that her cunt was now
dripping and her clit throbbing with need.
“There’s so much I want to do to you.” His voice was rough
with desire. “I want to see you standing naked, hands over your head, while I
stripe every inch of your body. I want you on your knees, sucking my cock the
way only you can do it, until I come so hard the top of my head might fly off.
I want you next to me at the dinner table, thighs apart, cunt bare so I can
reach between your legs and play with that little clit whenever I want to.”
She heard a faint buzz and knew he’d turned on the vibrator.
“But tonight I can’t wait for all that. Tonight I have to
fuck you before I lose my mind. Don’t move. Stay just like that.”
In the next moment the vibrator, already in motion, slid
into her pussy and Cord’s fingers adjusted the little extension to fit on her
clit. A jolt of lust shot through her, the muscles of her body tightening with
the intensity of it.
“I’d love it if it was my cock in there,” he growled, “right
in that tight little pussy. You don’t know how much I’ve missed it.” One hand
cupped her lips at the base of the dildo. “I should have given you ten more
strokes just for the nights I was alone in this bed, imagining your wet silk
around me, having to settle for my fist.”
He smacked her ass, one flat slap on each cheek. Fallon
welcomed the sting and almost asked for more. Each sharp touch made her juices
flow harder. The vibrator, even on low power, was sending a steady charge to
every nerve. The dark rope of an orgasm coiled low in her belly.
“But tonight, girl, I am going to do what I’ve missed almost
more than anything else.” He pressed his lips to the places on her buttocks
where he’d spanked her. “I’m going to fuck that sweet, sweet ass of yours so
you’ll know just exactly who your Master is.”
Tears were still running down her cheeks, the combined
effect of the flogging, the stimulation of the vibrator and the need to control
herself until he told her she could succumb to the arousal. Yet she had never
been happier in her life.
Fingers touched her anus, spreading lube around the opening
before thrusting inside and rubbing it into her hole. In seconds her entire
channel tingled and she tried to clench against the sensation.
“Like that?” Cord’s voice had that deep Dom quality to it
now. “Something new I picked up that I hoped we’d get a chance to try.
Something special, just for us.” He knelt behind her on the bed, the mattress
dipping under his weight.
When he touched the lips of her pussy again, pushing gently
against the vibrator, she cried out at the effort it took to maintain control
of her body.
He kissed the cheeks of her ass once more. “I love taking
you to the edge like that. I’d keep you there half the night if I didn’t want
to make you come so badly. Hold on, girl.” The tip of his cock pressed against
her rectum and with a slow, steady push, he thrust inside her. “Breathe. Deep
breaths.”
But it was so hard to breathe when her body was on fire from
the punishment and from pure lust, when the vibrator was doing its dance inside
her cunt and on her clit. And when Cord’s thick shaft filled her channel to
capacity.
He caged her with his arms, running his tongue lightly down
the length of her spine. “Next time we’ll see just how long I can keep you from
letting go. Maybe with your arms over your head and your feet barely touching
the floor. Jesus, I could come just from thinking about it all.”
Shifting his weight, he gripped her hips, pulled out of her
slightly and drove back in hard. Again. And again. She wanted to beg him to go
faster and harder but she had all she could do to keep herself together. And
then, as if he’d heard her silent plea, he set up a rapid rhythm, pounding into
her over and over, his balls slapping against her thighs.
Soon, soon, soon,
she chanted silently to herself.
And then her Sir tightened his body, tightened his grip and
shouted, “Come, girl. Come with me. Right now!”
They exploded together in a cataclysmic release, bodies
shuddering as if in some uncontrolled erotic dance. Fallon knew she was crying
again, even as her body spun off into places she’d never been, into a space
she’d never inhabited before. A place of dark mutual desires and an orgasm that
shook every bone in her body.
Carefully, his breath seesawing in and out of his lungs,
Cord slid from the clutches of her body, reached down and turned off the
vibrator and slipped that from her as well. She collapsed, her body so
overstimulated that she was left with uncontrollable trembling.
Hands loosened the rope around her wrists and eased her arms
to her sides. She heard Cord padding into the bathroom, probably to dispose of
the condom, but then she heard the soft cascade of water as he filled the tub.
In a moment he was back, easing her arms out, massaging her muscles, kissing
the side of her neck.
Her breathing slowed, as did the thundering of her heart,
and she lay there, protected by his body while he rubbed and caressed and
eased. When he was satisfied he could move her, he carried her into the
bathroom. The water had just reached the perfect level so he turned off the
faucets and stepped into the tub, still holding her, lowering himself then
placing her carefully between his muscular thighs.
With a soft cloth he bathed her face, wiping away the traces
of tears and cooling her skin. He said nothing as he did the same to every inch
of her body, being extra careful where she still felt the aftereffects of the
flogger and the few spankings. Then he leaned her back against the hard wall of
his chest and gently massaged her shoulders and neck, until she fell into a
kind of lethargy. Her eyes closed and she let his strength seep into her body.
I belong here. I belong here. I belong here.
The words played over and over in her head as Cord continued
to soothe and attend to her. She felt at last as if she’d fallen into a warm
pile of goose feathers that had no bottom. She protested mildly when he flipped
the handle to begin draining the water from the tub. He rose with a fluid
motion then helped Fallon onto the padded rug next to the tub.
His hands were extremely gentle as he dried her body with a
big, fluffy towel, warm from the heated towel rod. He sat on the vanity and
arranged her across his lap, his cock still semi-erect and prodding against her
stomach. Still not saying a word, he applied a soothing lotion to her skin from
her waist to her knees, rubbing it in with small circular strokes. At last he
rose and carried her to the bed, depositing her gently on the sheet, plumping
the pillows behind her head.
“Don’t go to sleep yet,” he whispered, molding his lips to
hers in a kiss so tender she again felt tears in her eyes.
“But you made me so relaxed,” she murmured. “You take such
good care of me, Sir.”
“And I’ll take care of you as Cord, too,” he reminded her.
“We’ve been through hell, both of us, but never again. You hear me?”
She nodded.
“You don’t know how I felt when I walked in tonight and saw
you waiting for me, submissive pose, gloriously naked. There is no greater gift
you could have given me.” He slid into bed next to her and reached into the
nightstand drawer, pulling out a slim, flat box.
Fallon roused herself from her drowsy state and sat up. “A
present? You have a present for me?”
He nodded. “A special one. I’ve had it for a long time.” He
placed the box on his lap, studying it for a moment. “I bought it before—before
everything happened. Something made me hold back from giving it to you. The
timing wasn’t right. Something was off.”
“
I
was off,” she told him.
“Yes,” he agreed, “but let’s not point fingers anymore,
okay? Let’s just move ahead.” He looped his arm around her shoulders and pulled
her against him. “I love you, Fallon. As my woman and as my sub. You’re the one
I want to spend the rest of my life with.”
Her heart trip-hammered as happiness flooded her. “Oh Cord.
I feel the same way.” She tried to turn to him but he held her in place.
“I’m not done.” He chuckled. “Actually, with you? I’ll never
be done. Anyway, hold still.” He opened the box so she could see what was
inside.
Fallon sucked in her breath, stunned. Nestled on white satin
was a gold choker only a little thicker than the rings in her nipples. It
fastened with a tiny lock and key, the latter of which she knew Cord would keep
in his possession.
“A collar,” she whispered.
“I might get you a ring, too, for our vanilla friends. But
this means far more than that. I love you, Fallon. I want to marry you, and
master you for the rest of our lives.”
“Yes, yes, yes!” Ignoring his attempt to restrain her, she
threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tight, showering his face with
kisses.
He laughed before easing her slightly back. “We’ve been
through hell but that’s all behind us. I will care for you and protect you
forever. Count on it. And count on this.” He lifted the collar so she could
read what was engraved on the back.
Owned. Mastered. Loved. Forever.
Fresh tears began to flow. Cord rubbed them away with his
fingers then turned her so he could fasten the collar around her neck. When he
wrapped her in his arms and kissed her, Fallon knew this was where she
belonged. Where she was meant to be all along. And where she was meant to be
forever.
Desiree Holt’s writing is flavored with the rich experiences
of her life, including a long stretch in the music business representing every
kind of artist, from country singer to heavy metal rock bands. For several
years she also ran her own public relations agency, handling any client who interested
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She is twice a finalist for an EPIC Award, a nominee for a
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