Sir’s gaze was transfixed on my mouth and the grip on my hair tightened. He was close. I wanted to push him over the edge.
I swirled my tongue back and forth on his next thrust and he pushed deeper into my mouth. If I could keep him thrusting deep and make him think I was about to come, maybe I could push past those walls of restriction on his own pleasure and make him lose control.
I let my body take over, completely absorbed in the moment. I moaned again, but in a higher tone that showed him my own pleasure was peaking.
“Eyes on me, Angel. Eyes now.”
My plan was working, but on myself as well. This power of knowing I had him in the palm of my hand, or my mouth so to speak, pushed my own limits near the brink of my orgasm. My pussy fluttered around my fingers.
My view hazed with the intensity of this moment and I was having trouble focusing on Sir. Didn’t matter because his eyes had shut. His face flushed and his breathing came as rapid as his thrusts into me. “God, Angel. Yes.”
I whimpered and my body shuddered and tightened. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I had to push him over now or never. I bared my teeth enough that they scraped against his skin and his hips jerked.
“Fucking hell.” Sir’s voice cracked. He withdrew from me and gripped the base of his cock tight in his fist, unmoving.
We both gasped for breath.
“Get on the bed, face down, that full luscious ass in the air.”
Damn it. One more second and we both would have gotten off. I crawled onto the bed and rested my cheek on the plush blankets. I’d been so freaking close to seeing him get a taste of the pleasure I was sure he never allowed himself.
He pushed my skirt up, baring my ass and panties. One hand stroked over my skin and then shoved the lace aside. “Spread your legs and prepare to take your punishment.”
Cojeme. “Yes, Sir.” There was no use arguing. His demand had been gruff and I could hear that tinge of frustration. He was mad.
I heard the buzzing before I felt it. Cool metal slid into my pussy, the vibration shooting across the most sensitive places creating a riot of pleasure. If this was punishment, give me more.
“Do. Not. Come.”
Mierda. “Yes, Sir.”
He slid the vibrator in and out of me with the skill of a well-practiced hand. “You were trying to top from the bottom, Angelina.”
“No, Sir.” I barely croaked the words out.
On the next thrust his hand slapped my ass. The sting amplified the intensity of the moment and I had to hold my breath to keep from coming.
“Lie to me again, Angel.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
Smack.
Oh, fuck. Yessss.
“Are you getting close?”
“No, Sir.” That came out barely a squeak.
Smack.
The flutters in my pussy clenched around the vibrator and I couldn’t help crying out. God, this felt so incredibly good.
“Your body betrays your lies.” Smack. “Your pussy is dripping, your tight little asshole clenches, begging for my attention.” Smack.
“Please, Sir. Let me come.”
“No.”
I waited for the next slap off his hand, but it didn’t come. The only thing I felt was the vibrator sliding out of my pussy and across my asshole.
“You’re so wet, I won’t even need lube to fuck your ass.”
“Please.” I wasn’t sure what I was begging for now, I just needed him.
Sir slid the toy through my folds dragging my juices up, coating my hole three more times before he pushed it in. It stung for only a second before the pain was replaced by the intense pleasure of the vibrations inside of my ass.
No way I could last very much longer without coming. “Please, let me come, please.”
“If you want to come, you have to submit to me. Fully.”
“I am, I swear.”
His other hand reached between my legs and danced across my clit. “You’re mine, Angel. Do you understand? This pussy, this ass, this orgasm. Your whole body, everything you are. It’s mine. I want it all.”
My body clenched, muscle after muscle tightening until they were all locked. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t move, I could only feel. I screamed out and came in a release so powerful the edges of my vision darkened and colors danced before me.
I could never be his. I belonged to another.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Take it to the limit, one more time
I sat at the bar with Hawk and Tate, who had finally returned from his mysterious business trip, stirring the bubbles around in my glass, hearing nothing, seeing less. I’d successfully avoided Sir for a whole day, which of course he called me out on, but instead of another full mind-blowing session the next day he sent me off with homework again. I was to observe other Doms and their submissives and report back on who really held the power in each relationship.
The only couple I’d watched were Hawk and Lilly doing a Shibari demonstration. Ropes were Hawk’s thing now. Lucky Lilly.
It was easy to see who had the power in that relationship.
“Angelina, do you know when the Master suite will be available again? I want to get Lilly in there.” Hawk asked for the third time.
I stirred my bubbles.
“Stand in line, brogue boy, I’ve got a dozen requests to book it,” Tate said waggling his eyebrow.
Even though I hadn’t done anything more than talk or observe the members, my training in the Master suite had drummed up quite a bit of high-end clientele and business for Tate. He was basking in the glow of the money and the surge in membership.
“Block it off the schedule for the rest of the week, then you can have it.” That should be enough time to convince Sir I was ready to dominate someone else.
Probably.
“Really? Because since you two started your training in there, interest in the room has quadrupled.” I could practically hear the dollar signs ka-chinging in Tate’s head. He’d met Fosters requirements for lending Lilly and then some.
My cheeks went atomic hot. Our training sessions might have been one-on-one, but they were obviously far from private. Especially after the orgasm-heard-around-the-world. This was simply a house, and its walls were thin enough to hear my, umm, enjoyment during training with Sir.
“That’s great, Tate.” I could muster up the enthusiasm he deserved.
“Uh-oh.” Hawk wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “How’s that training going, doll? Any tips you’d like to share? Like maybe what a Dom shouldn’t do? Because the second I get Lilly in there, I’m not letting her out, so I need to be sure she wants it as much as I do.”
“She does.” Tate sounded awfully confident.
“I think so too.” I offered.
“What makes you two so sure?” Hawk was being adorably vulnerable and that deserved my attention.
I removed his arm from my shoulders and patted his hand. “Because she’s forsaken Foster.”
Both men looked at me like I’d said she picks her nose in public. “Come on, don’t be dumb. She was devoted to the man, but a couple spankings from you and not only is she besotted, she’s also more comfortable in her own skin.”
Hawk took a swig of his drink and pushed the empty across the bar. “How can you tell?”
Guys were so dumb when it came to women. I saw so much of Lilly in myself and me in her. “She eats.”
Hawk frowned. “What do you mean?”
“Pay attention. You’ll see. She’s more comfortable in her own skin, of which there is more now. I’d guess she’s gained maybe five pounds and they look good on her.”
“You mean the fact that her breasts and ass are fuller isn’t only in my imagination?” Hawk looked up and away, seeing her in his mind’s eye.
“Nope. She quit starving herself. All I saw her eat when we first arrived was a handful of almonds, but every day this week, the kitchen has made her a burger.”
“Why would she starve herse
lf?”
“Women do a lot of dumb things for men.”
Like move to Texas, let another man dominate them, and hate themselves for it.
“Look, trust me. Take her to dinner, Hawk. You like this girl more than for the sex. Wine her and dine her. Then treat her right.”
Hawk grinned at me. “How’d you get so smart?”
“I’m not.” I set my flat drink aside and slid off the chair. “I need to go check-in with Ilario and Dominic. See you guys later.”
I had not seen enough of my guys this week, this whole trip really. All they’d ever done was to be there for me and how did I repay them? By pushing them away. Some great Mistress I was.
I spied Ilario across the room with his head between another woman’s legs. No pangs of jealousy even tickled at me and didn’t that make me feel like a shit.
I knew Dominic was on floor duty in the basement tonight, so I didn’t want to bother him. Back to my homework then, I guessed.
“Mistress?” One of The Ranch’s servers came up to me and held out a tray with a card on it.
“Thank you.” Intriguing.
I opened the card. My presence was being requested in the Master suite. Great.
What was I going to say to Sir? Thanks for the intense orgasms, but I need to move on? No. I needed him to finish my training, I had to move forward with my life.
I could never submit to him the way he wanted. I’m sure he knew that. Would he drag this out, pushing me to until we both broke?
Sir sat in a leather chair, a leg crossed and a riding crop in his lap. “Take off your clothes.”
No hello, no how are you, no you’re very sexypants today. He wasn’t even looking at me.
I stayed where I was, no kneeling for him today. Not until we could establish what was going to happen here. “We need to talk.”
“We need to work on trust. Take off your clothes.”
“Why?” I liked having that added layer of lingerie armor between my squishy bits and Sir’s dangerous fingers. This was the first time he’d asked me fully strip.
“Don’t question me. Do as I ask or face the consequences.”
Fuck his consequences. Insanely intense orgasms weren’t much of a punishment. I folded my arms across my chest and shifted my weight to one side.
In two long and quick strides he was an inch in front of me. Before I could say ‘don’t’ he tugged at the laces and stripped them out of the loops.
With my next inhalation, the corset fell open and he pulled it up forcing my arms over my head. He tossed it to the floor and started in on my skirt.
My heart rate slipped into high gear to send all my blood rushing between my legs. I wanted to be mad, to tell him to wait. This was easier. I could be happy enough getting turned on physically, not giving my true self to anyone ever again. Right?
“Get out of your head. Nothing is wrong with you, except for your disobedience. Finish taking off your clothes.”
Stripping my clothes felt like a whole lot more than wanting me naked. He was taking away any semblance of control I had left.
Could I give it to him?
No.
I had to get it back before he destroyed everything. Before I did.
I would not cross my legs, I would not cover my body. A tiny voice I hadn’t heard or listened to in a long time squeaked that my ass, thighs, waist, and chin were too big to be flaunting around uncovered.
“Now.”
I wanted him to dominate me and I wanted to see that solid control break. That was the only way I could do this. I had to be the one with the power.
“You do it,” I whispered.
“Fuck.” His voice was even more torn than usual. He yanked my skirt, ripping the fabric, leaving me only in my almost sheer panties. He growled and pulled them to the floor, lifted my feet one at a time and then dangled them in front of me.
“Do not ever wear these around me again. If I catch you wearing panties, I will rip them off you, and spank your ass until it’s so red you won’t sit for a week. Is that clear?”
Gulp. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?” he growled. He was angry. For the first time since we’d started training this was a real god-damned emotion from him.
“Yes... Sir.”
My voice was now as ragged as his.
His free hand clenched and released and clenched at his side. His pupils were so dilated I could hardly see the green. We stared at each other for what felt like an hour, but I think was only about sixty seconds, our breaths matching each other.
He turned from me and strode across the room, tossing my offending panties to the side. The wallpaper in front of him must have been fascinating, because he studied it, his back to me, for too long.
When he turned, the control was back, a hundred and fifty percent. Too bad.
“Go to the bed and put on the ankle and wrist restraints.”
Double gulp.
I could do this. I was in charge simply by allowing him to make his demands. I didn’t have to follow them, let him command me. I did this of my own free will.
He was the one restrained by his own desires. I was naked physically, he wanted me naked emotionally too.
“Remember, I’m only one part of your training. Do you feel like you’re known as the Dominatrix in these circles?”
I didn’t want to say. I hadn’t used my time wisely in the club. In fact, I hadn’t spent much time at all there. I talked with Hawk, checked in the Ilario and Dominic and then usually went to bed.
“I see.”
He saw entirely too much of me. I’d only gotten glimpses of him. The only time I truly felt like I got to see the real man behind the mask was when his control slipped.
I needed it to fall. To shatter.
Red ropes dangled from the hooks at the top of the wooden banisters of the bed. There were four loops, one for each of my wrists and ankles. I slipped the bottom ones around each foot. Then did one wrist and the other.
“Good girl.” Sir came over and pulled on the opposite ends, pulling my legs open and my arms spread wide. I was more bare and exposed than ever before, and I didn’t care. I only cared about getting under his skin. “Fuck me, Sir.”
He secured the ropes with a twist through the loop, looking at his work and not me. “Still trying to top from the bottom, Angelina?”
I didn’t answer. Because my response wouldn’t be what he wanted to hear.
Sir grabbed a length of rope from the bed, wrapped it around my waist and through my legs in intricate knots. He placed one directly over my clit that pressed against me whenever I moved.
It felt delicious and it was exactly what I needed. My body reacting to his actions. I whispered, “Please. I need you.”
He stilled. “What do you need?” He reached between my legs and pulled at the rope, rubbing it against my clit. “This?”
I sighed and let my head fall back, letting the pleasure take me. “I need you to make me yours.”
Sir released me and yanked at his belt, pulling it off, then opening his pants. “I thought we agreed, you are already mine”
His voice had dropped an octave and I knew I’d finally hit the right button. “No, I’m not. We both know that. Make me.”
Before I knew it, he’d grabbed ropes, releasing them from their knots with a swift tug of each. He flipped me around and pushed me over the side of the bed and plunged his hand between my legs.
“This is mine, Angel.” His fingers pushed into my channel until he found my g-spot. He flicked over it fast and hard, driving me insane. “Say it. Say this is mine.”
“Make...me.” I was panting and could hardly get the words out but I did.
Sir ripped the ropes to the side and thrust deep into me, finally filling me with his cock.
Finally. His control broke and he was mine. Unbidden tears pricked at my eyes, burning to spill over. This was everything I wanted.
Except he wasn’t Gray.
Sir’s hands dug deep into my hips
as he took me hard, thrusting deep and fast. I pushed everything but his body taking mine from my thoughts and reveled in his loss of control. My senses were on fire and I let it feed my lust. This breaking point between us would have to be enough to fill in my wounds.
I would never stop pushing him. I would force us through this ride it until we both came, and we would both come this time.
Sir fucked me hard, his hand snaked around and his fingers slid across my clit in time to his thrusts. Yes, yes, yes. I covered his hand with mine, until we were both stroking fast and hard.
I moaned and pushed back against him taking as much from him as he did from me.
His breathing became ragged and his thrusts deeper. “Come Angel, come with me. Let me feel your cunt come on my cock. Squeeze me in your tight heat. Fuck. Come for me, Angel, come.”
He roared out, losing his rhythm, pushing his cock deep into me. The second I felt him coming inside of me, my own body responded, trembling and convulsing. My back arched, my muscles locked and I couldn’t breathe through the might of the orgasm that shook me.
Our fingers were squeezed by my muscles contracting, pulsing, pulsing, pulsing until I was sure my heartbeat wouldn’t be able to keep up. I floated in a dark place, warm and shadowy, never wanting to leave.
Now I could let him go.
The first thing my consciousness recognized was Sir’s hard cock still inside of me, then his ragged breathing, then his hands still clutching me, holding his body to mine.
“Fucking hell.” His words weren’t meant for me, they were so quiet, and he pulled out, leaving my body, open, exposed, and wanting.
I wasn’t ready to move, and bided my time, drifting in the bliss of the afterglow, knowing he was now mine and not the other way around.
The next thing I heard was the door to the Master suite opening, then slamming shut.
Sir was gone.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Domme High
Gray,
You fucking left me. How am I supposed to forgive you?
I deleted the email and tried again.
What is it about me that makes men think they can take over my life and then leave me at my most open and vulnerable? Is it because I—