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He flexed his aching hand and used the other one, spanking her marked buttocks, stopping to work the dildo in and out of her until she was making those whimpers again. 'Going to be my dick in there before this is all over. I'm going to fuck your mouth, your cunt and your ass, my lady. Then you're going to wash my cock with your manicured hands so I can do it all over again."
"Please..."
"That's it. Ask me for what you need. I'm in charge of all of it, aren't I?"
"Yes..." It was a desperate whisper, charged with painful arousal. It made his heart hurt to hear it. But he had to keep pushing. That hiss and the attempt to lock up his hand had told him that, as well as his gut. Time for a different tactic. Pleasure could overcome her where pain couldn't.
Setting the paddle aside, he went back to work on her with his mouth. Kisses down the sensitive nape, the shoulders, moving the braid aside to work his way down her spine. He started humming in the back of his throat, giving her further sensation, letting the thick rope of hair tumble back in place as he straightened to ease the dildo from her ass. Using a flavored wipe to clean away the chemical lube, he massaged her blissfully tight opening before kneeling behind her and replacing the wipe with his mouth, teasing those sensitive rim nerves. He held her buttocks with hard hands while she bucked and cried out.
At length, he left that to kiss his way down each leg, to her feet, her toes. She went really still then, her lips pressed together. She became less still as he worked his way up her front. He bypassed her cunt, went around it, teased her navel. Nuzzling the crease beneath her breasts, he made moist circles around the still swollen nipples before descending again. When he put his mouth over her clit, warming her there with swirling flicks of his tongue, short nips, she shuddered like an earth tremor.
"Please..." she whispered again.
"Please what?" He kept his mouth on her, let his tongue ease into her pussy, play. She tasted sweet as divinely ordained sin, the best of both worlds. An animal cry came from her. His rigid cock had gone numb, the circulation cut off under the hold of the jeans. He was going to have to fuck her or jack off soon, or he wouldn't be able to concentrate beyond his own lust.
"Please..."
"Say it, my lady. There's only you and me."
A tear slid down her cheek, and he lasered in on it. She swallowed noisily and he rose, went to the wall behind her. He retrieved a belt, made sure she heard the clink of the buckle. Wrapping the strap under her arms, he cinched it over her sternum so her breasts tilted up higher, the nipples getting stiffer. He bent, licked one then the other, keeping his knuckles wrapped in the short fall of the belt, pulling her roughly toward him, as much as her bonds would allow. She was his. His.
He loosened it, moved behind her, doubled it over and gave it a sharp snap. Didn't touch her with it at all, but the noise made her jump. Her breath hitched, that near sob again. He opened his jeans, got them out of the way and applied more of that lube to his cock, pressing himself up behind her so she'd feel what he was doing.
"I can't..."
"Tough. I say you can." He parted her buttocks, guided himself to that tight hole. "Push against me again, only this time you're taking me, not some fake dick. You're taking me." As he began to ease slowly into her, he felt her breaking apart. He put his mouth to her ear. "Your Master, my lady."
He'd given her a push, and she was so close to the edge of the cliff he could almost see her start to flounder. Perversely he wanted to grab her, hold on, keep her from the fear of that flight, even as he knew he was the one who had to ruthlessly shove her over. He didn't usually have trouble detaching, staying cruel enough to deliver what the sub needed. But that was because he always let them go when it was all over. They went back to their lives, leaving him with pleasant memories. He didn't want pleasant memories of her. He wanted her.
"You know why I'm fucking your ass first? Because in your world, this only happens when someone's topping you. Proving they're the biggest, baddest thing in the room. In charge. In control. What do you want, Kaela? Tell me."
Her head fell back on his shoulder, and he felt the war inside her as if he could see her being torn in two. "What do you want?" she gasped.
It was what she'd asked when they were walking through the stable hand fantasy, and he cupped her face, stroked the pounding pulse in her throat. "Is that more important to you than your own desires?"
A pause, and then she gave him the one word he wanted to hear. "Yes."
He gave her the time to understand the significance, hear it as clearly as he did. "So what is it you want, Kaela?"
"To give you pleasure."
"How do you do that?"
"Any way you demand."
"But how do you do that, my lady?" He let his lips cruise along her jaw, whispered the next words. "Look inside. What do you want? What words are there, just waiting to be spoken? You've thought them when you've touched yourself, imagined your Master."
She was strangling on emotions, her body like a taut rope. He ran his hand up and down her throat, as if stroking a cat. Her head tipped back on his shoulder again.
"Say it," he murmured, and he felt the ache move into her throat, the way she swallowed under his hand. "How do you give me pleasure, Kaela?"
"By serving you."
"Bingo."
He tamped down the surge of satisfaction. It wasn't the time. She needed his full focus, because those three words snapped the rope, bringing back the panic. He'd closed her into a narrow space surrounded by his demands, his words, challenging her reality in every way, and facing that was more unsettling than mere manacles.
Settling into her, he put his hand fully around her throat, squeezed it tight enough she felt the constriction. Fingered that collar he knew did all sorts of delicious things to her mind. "You're mine, my lady. In these bonds, I could pick up a stake, end your life. But you aren't afraid of that, are you?"
When she shook her head, he tightened his grip more. "Why?"
"Because...you won't hurt me. Not that way. You make me feel...cared for." She started to shudder. "Like Jared did."
Because she was so lost in her head, he wasn't going to pull her out of it by asking who Jared was. Plus, whoever Jared was, he was past tense.
"All right. Hold on, because I'm taking you on a ride, and I'm not letting you off until I'm good and ready. Give me pleasure, my lady. Serve me with your body, your heart and soul. Don't you hold a damn thing back. When it's just you and me, you don't have to hold anything back."
She caught that sob in her throat again, the one that made him want to take off her bonds, cradle her in his arms and hold her until the last sunset for all eternity. But that wasn't what she needed. He began to work his hips against her, stroking in and out, making all those sensitive nerve endings in her ass thrum down to her pussy. He didn't touch her clit at all, just let her build to that crescendo. She struggled, her ass working against him in a way that had him gritting his teeth for control. Cupping her breasts, he teased and pinched the nipples, rubbed and pulled on them, using those generous curves for leverage as he started to thrust even harder. Smacking his pelvis against her ass with each thrust, his testicles hitting her cunt, had her squirming even more. He knew her ass was sore from his punishment, and he wanted to keep it that way as long as he could. Though her vampire healing would give him an excuse to start all over, wouldn't it?
He pulled out when she was shuddering erratically, her body jerking.
"No..." The word slipped from her, a single protest, and he bared his teeth in a grin, stepping in front of her to tip her chin up, stare into her eyes with his best I-will-so-kick-your-ass look. "What did you say to me?"
The woman who could break him into little pieces and tear out the throats of other vampires did a double take before that look. Then those beautiful eyes swept down before his hard stare. An unthinking act of submission, no hesitation at all this time, just pure sub instinct. It told him just how deep inside herself she was. He'd successfully pushed
her beyond the reality of who she was, even past the fantasy of who she wanted to be, into the real Kaela, at her core. Her whisper proved it. "I wanted you to stay inside me."
"I am inside you, Kaela." He gave her temple a light tap. "But you meant my dick in your ass, didn't you?"
