“Let me suck you. Let me lick you. Give me your cum, Stefan. I want
to taste you so badly.”
His cock seemed to swell against her, and he pulled his hand out
of her hair. Before she could move, he was hauling her up. He turned
her around, and his face was ferocious with desire. His breath came
out in short pants. “Yes. That will do. I’m going to teach you how to
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suck my cock, sub. I’m going to teach you how to please your
Master.”
He pressed his lips against hers in an oddly innocent kiss. He
brushed her mouth, barely a touch, but she felt it deep inside her
body. He released her and sat down in his big-backed chair, slouching
down slightly so his cock was up and easily accessible. “Get on your
knees, but hold those cheeks together. Don’t lose the plug. Hold your
knees wide, as wide as you can, and clench that rosy little ass.”
Jen did as he asked. It was hard, but she held the plug tight as she
gingerly dropped to her knees in front of him.
“Open my jeans.”
Jen put her shaky hands on the fly of his jeans. She’d dreamed
about this. She’d fantasized about the moment when she would hold
him in her hands and blow his mind, but it was different. Her fantasies had been about proving to him that she was his match. Now, as she
slid her hands into his jeans, all she could think about was how much
she wanted to taste him. She wanted to run her tongue all over him
and listen to him moan, and beyond anything, she wanted that
moment when they connected, when he flowed into her. Before, she’d
wanted power over him. Now, she simply wanted to be with him.
“I’m crazy about you.” Stef’s voice was quiet in the room, but
there was no way she could miss his husky declaration.
Her heart filled as he looked down at her. She was crazy about
him, too. She loved him. She wouldn’t ever love anyone the way she
loved Stefan Talbot. Saying he was crazy about her wasn’t exactly a
declaration of love, but she was closer than she had been.
“Kiss my cock, love.”
She leaned forward and placed a small kiss on the silky head of
his dick. His cock was truly a thing of beauty. Thick and long, Stef’s cock rose from between his powerfully muscled legs. The head was a
deep, rich plum. She kissed the lovely V on his dick, letting her
tongue come out to trace the edges. A drop of pearly fluid pulsed out.
She licked it up, his taste a salty intoxication.
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“That’s right,” he encouraged her. His hand came out to cup her
hair. “That feels perfect. Suck me in, just a little at a time.”
She would have to take him a bit at a time. He was large, and he
would fill her mouth in no time. She gently sucked the head into her
mouth, her tongue swirling around, gathering his cream. She groaned
as she took him in, inch by inch by inch. All the while, as she sucked and loved him with a worshipping tongue, she imagined the big cock
in her mouth plundering her pussy. She never felt closer to another
human being than she did when Stef slid in and out of her body.
“I don’t have to tell you anything, do I, love? You know what I
need. Make me come.”
He threaded his hands in her hair and thrust his cock up. She
opened her jaw wide, taking in more and more of him. She was
patient, licking gently on the way down and sucking with strength as
she made her way back up. She let her hand run down to cup his
heavy balls.
Stef groaned. His breath was ragged, rattling out of his chest.
“Yes, love. Harder. Suck me hard. Pull the cum out of my balls.”
Jen gave up on subtleties. She sucked, drawing the cock into her
mouth all the way to the back of her throat. She drew on him over and
over, all the while aware of how he surrounded her. She could taste
the masculine salt of his cum, smell his clean, musky scent. Though
he was only touching her hair, she felt him everywhere. She felt the
clamps on her breasts, and the plug in her ass, all signs of his
possession. Her body felt hot, as though she was the one about to
come. His cock swelled in her mouth. He whispered her name over
and over, like a mantra. Jen took him as far as she could and
swallowed around him as he came.
Hot, salty spurts coated her tongue. Jen groaned as she licked it all
up.
When she looked at him, Stef’s head was thrown back. His hands
stroked her hair, but his eyes were closed as he caught his breath. His cock was still big even after he’d given her all the cum he’d had.
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Relaxed, he was still an impressive specimen. Jen couldn’t help but
kiss him again, her mouth playing over the head. His cock twitched
and seemed to come back to life.
It was perfect, because Jen needed to play. The ache in her body
was becoming unbearable. She needed him so badly. A deliciously
wicked feeling came over her. She would suck him back to life, and
then he would fuck her hard until she screamed out his name.
Being Stef’s sub was going to be heaven.
“Very good, love,” he said, pushing the chair back. “You may
stand.”
All of the warmth had left his voice. She looked up, and there was
a hardness to his eyes that had been absent even when he’d placed the
clips on her breasts.
Jen struggled to her feet, the plug in her butt an annoyance now.
She clenched her cheeks to keep it in. For the first time since they’d begun to play, she felt the chill in the air.
Stef quickly tucked his stiffening cock into his jeans and buttoned
his fly. He took a deep breath and stood. He towered over her, his jaw set like granite as he stared down at her.
“You did well for a novice. No swats today, though if you disobey
again you’ll spend some time on my whipping bench. You’ll wear the
plug for the rest of the afternoon. I’ll take it out when we get home. If I find out you’ve removed it yourself, it’s twenty swats and I won’t
take you with me tomorrow. Is that understood?”
A sick feeling began in the pit of her stomach. She’d thought they
were playing, but this felt like something else. She’d read about
BDSM and the importance of punishment and reward, but she’d never
realized how it would feel. As connected as she’d felt to him before,
she felt alone now. Alone and naked and wanting.
A little smirk played at his mouth. “Oh, love, did you think I
would take care of you? You disobeyed. Disobedient little subs don’t
deserve their Master’s cock. This is what it means to be my sub. This
is what it means to be with me. Changing your mind?”
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She said nothing, very aware that the Jen of months ago would
have told him to go to hell and walked out. Now, she just felt an
aching sadness. They could be more than this, but he either didn’t see it or didn’t want it. Was she willing to give up? She stood there naked with signs of his possession biting into her and thought about what
she’d said to Rachel. Whatever she decided, she couldn’t do it now.
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sp; Her pain was fresh. To walk out spewing expletives would simply
start their cycle again. For the first time, Jen really understood that this was their last shot. She would be with him, or give him up.
Tears pooled in her eyes. She really needed to be alone for a
while, to calm down, to think.
“Can I tell you later?” Her voice was soft in the quiet of the room.
Stef’s mouth opened and then closed. He seemed briefly out of
sorts before he found that Dom stance of his again. “Of course. Take
the time you need. I would prefer you keep the plug in, in case you
decide to stay. It would be rough on you to have to start over again.”
The damn plug was the least rough thing about this. Her anus
might be stretched, but her heart was getting battered. She might have to accept that her love was no match for Stef’s childhood. She
nodded. If she spoke she would cry, and that wasn’t what either of
them wanted.
His hands moved to her breasts. She took a step back.
“Don’t,” he growled at her. “I’m trying to unclamp you. It’s going
to hurt.”
He slid the first clip off her nipple. The blood rushed back in,
stinging and burning. She gasped as he quickly slid the other off.
“It will only hurt for a minute,” he muttered, stepping back. “You
should get dressed.”
Jen covered her breasts with her hands and nodded. “I will. Could
I have a minute to myself?”
“Why?”
Trust and honesty. That was what a Dom required. Well, she’d
given him everything else. He’d stripped her bare and left her
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wanting. Maybe he should have this, too. The truth was she was far
too tired and aching to prevaricate. “So I can cry for a while.”
His eyes flared. “Because I didn’t fuck you?”
If he didn’t leave soon, she was going to lose it. “Because it was
less than I thought it would be.”
He laughed, but there was bitterness in the sound. “You thought I
would fall at your feet. You thought you could give me a blow job
and I would just fall all over myself. It doesn’t work that way,
Jennifer.”
“I didn’t think you would fall at my feet, Stef,” she said wearily.
He would perpetually think of her as a selfish child. “I just thought we would be together. I felt so connected to you. It was like I was a part of something special—something just for us—but you can’t have felt
that. You wouldn’t be able to walk away if you felt the way I did. It
hurts to be alone when I thought, just for a minute, that I wasn’t
anymore.”
He didn’t seem to have a Dom homily to give her for that. He
stared for a moment and then turned to go. Seeing his back to her
made her heart clench. She had to turn away. He was forever walking
away from her. Why couldn’t she do the same? Even when she’d run
from him, she’d seen him in her dreams every night. He’d come
between her and the men she’d thought about dating. She’d been like
a nun because he was always in her mind, in her work, in her heart.
She heard the door close behind him and couldn’t help the sob
that came out of her throat. It was time to get dressed. She needed to compose herself. She couldn’t walk around the festival like this.
Maybe she could find a ride home. She wanted to sink to the floor and
sob, but then she might lose that goddamn plug. Her breath hitched.
She felt so stupid.
“Don’t.”
She turned suddenly, crossing her arms over her breasts. Stef
stood there, his face as open as she’d ever seen it. There was no Dom
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to him, simply a man who looked like he was on the verge of
heartbreak.
“Stef?”
He shook his head. “I can’t.”
It sounded like an apology to her, something final. She didn’t try
to stop the tears that flowed. She felt them fall down her cheeks,
hitting her naked chest. She wished she had gotten dressed. Hearing
him say he couldn’t even try to love her would have been a slight bit
easier if she weren’t so naked.
“It’s okay, Stef.” He looked utterly miserable, his composure
gone. She hadn’t meant to bring him to that. He needed his control.
She wouldn’t take it from him. She should have stayed in Dallas. She
would never have come back if she’d known it could hurt him this
way.
“It’s not. It’s never going to be okay.” Stef’s hands clenched at his
side.
It would be once she stopped pushing him. He’d been all right
before she came around. He’d been all right before she forced her way
in. She wouldn’t leave Bliss, but she would respect his needs from
here on out. “It will be okay. You’ll see. Give it time.”
“I’ll never be okay when you cry, love.” He moved forward, but it
was jerky, as though he’d lost all grace. His hands came out and
hauled her into his arms. “I can’t leave you like this. I don’t even
want to. Forgive me.”
He pulled her close, pressing her against his chest so she was
surrounded with him again. This time, though, she could hear his
heartbeat, feel the uncertainty in his breath. This time he was here
with her in spirit as well as body, utterly and completely.
Jen turned her face up, a deep relief in her soul. “I love you.”
His eyes closed for a brief moment as though the words had a
physical impact on him. “That means the world to me, love. I want so
much more for you, though. You deserve to have so much more.”
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“But I just want you.” It wasn’t true. She wanted more. She
wanted a life here with him, and she wanted kids someday in the not-
too-distant future. She wanted what she’d never had—roots. It all
started with him. He was her foundation. His strong, giving heart was
everything she’d ever wanted in a man.
“I know you think you do.” He brushed his lips against hers. “Can
we not fight about this now? I want very much to erase the last couple of minutes. I want to take care of you.” His hands trailed down to the globes of her ass, cupping her, pressing her against his core where his cock was stiff and full again. “Let me take care of you.”
“Yes.” She wanted him so badly. The weary sadness that had
taken her over was shoved aside by rampaging desire. She needed
him.
He took her mouth, plunging his tongue in and dominating her
with a singular purpose. His tongue glided against hers in a silky
imitation of what she wanted his cock to do. He rubbed his body
against hers as though he could imprint himself on her.
“This is so wrong,” he said.
“It’s not,” she tried to plead.
“Not the sex, love.” He chuckled, an open grin on his face as he
pulled at the buttons of his shirt, revealing his rock-hard chest. “I’m talking about the fact that my club is going to request that I turn in my leathers. I’m being a terrible Dom.”
He kicked off his boots hastily and shoved his jeans off. He
dropped them and left them on the floor in his hurry to get back
against her. His cock
stood straight out, and then it was pressed
between them as he hugged her to him.
“I won’t tell,” she assured him. She let her hands roam for the first
time. His skin was soft over the hard pack of his muscled frame. Only
his hands were rough and callused from work. Those hands thrilled
her as he explored her body.
“Yes, you will, love,” he commanded, and he kissed her neck.
“You’ll tell everyone what a big, nasty Dom you have.”
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She hissed as he bent his head and kissed her nipples. He was
painstakingly gentle with them. “I will. I’ll tell them how you torment me.”
He licked at her nipples, sucking on them softly, lighting a fire in
her cunt. “I’m wicked with you. I don’t let you get out of line. When
you get out of line, I torture you.”
He was doing just that. His fingers split her labia, sinking in and
drawing out her juices. He bent over, and his tongue found her clit.
“Oh, god, yes, you do. You’re cruel, Stef. You bring me to the
edge again and again. You fill my ass and clamp my breasts and make
me pleasure you.”
He sucked her clit into his mouth as he pressed two fingers high
into her cunt. “I make you see to my needs and fill none of yours
when you’re a bad sub. I fuck your mouth and spank that ass of yours
until it’s a hot pink and you can feel the imprint of my hand on your
skin. I tie you up, shove a vibrator up your cunt, and alternate
between teasing your G-spot and using a flogger on your pretty
backside. You never disobey me again.”
“Never again.”
Stef got up and moved to the chair. He sat down and held out his
hand. “Come on, love. Come ride me.”
Jen caught her breath at the sight of him. He was decadence
personified. She took his hand and straddled him, her knees sinking
into the plush leather of the big chair. Stef reached between their
bodies, lining his cock up to her pussy.
“I want to watch.” His head was down. His eyes were fully
focused on the place where their bodies met.
There was her pervy boy. Jen leaned back slightly so he couldn’t
miss the sight of his huge dick invading her pussy. He gripped her
cheeks, pulling her down inch by inch. Every centimeter was pure