Brokered Submission (19 page)
Louis took the cane from Dylan’s hands as Dylan moved closer to Zoë. He ran his fingers lightly over her back and ass. Zoë’s flesh was beautifully marked with long, dark pink welts that would probably remain for a few hours before they faded away.
Crouching, he released her ankles and then stood, leaning gently into her as he released the wrist cuffs. Zoë fell heavily against him. She sighed the soft, deep sigh of someone whose feet had still not quite returned to earth. Dylan held her for several long moments, his heart aching with love and pride, his cock hard as steel.
He heard the soft click of the door behind him. Glancing back, he saw with surprise that the room was empty. A yellow cloth hanging from a corner of the room caught his eye. Dylan chuckled. Good old Louis.
~*~
Zoë gently disengaged from her lover’s arms. He let her go as she turned to face him. “What happened?” she asked, looking around the empty room. “Where did everyone go?”
“We’re being offered privacy.” Dylan pointed toward the corner, where a towel hung over the security camera. “It’s a courtesy long-standing Vault members extend to one another from time to time. No one is watching. No one will come in until we open that door.”
He took her in his arms and kissed her for a long time. When he finally let her go, he asked, “Do you trust me, sub girl?”
“With my life, Sir.”
“Show me. Turn around so your back is to me. Fall back into my arms.”
The Trust game—that first day in Dylan’s dungeon came back to Zoë. It was hard to believe how far she had come—how far they had come—in their D/s journey. Without hesitation, she did as he asked, certain beyond a doubt he would be there to catch her.
Strong arms encircled her as she fell back, and Dylan brought her around so she was facing him. “You please me, sub girl,” he said with a smile, though his eyes were hooded with lust. Dominant sensuality radiated from him like an aura.
Zoë’s body answered in kind, her nipples hardening to pebbles, her cunt moistening and swelling like unfurling flower petals. She fingered the row of perfect diamonds that studded her slave collar as she stared up at her Master.
The caning had been perfect—exceeding anything she could have imagined, and leaving her exhilarated and pulsing with desire. A shimmer of heat moved its way over her skin as Dylan regarded her with glittering eyes.
“Fuck me,” she whispered hoarsely, beyond caring if her request, or rather, her demand, was properly submissive.
Dylan’s gold-flecked eyes darkened to smoky amber and a soft, feral growl emanated from his throat. He spun with her in his arms and pinned her against the wall. Balancing her with one arm and the press of his body, he reached for his fly and yanked down the zipper of his black jeans. Shifting, he maneuvered until she felt the hard, perfect push of his shaft nudging its way between her legs.
There was no slow, sweet seduction. Dylan thrust into her soaked heat, his mouth covering hers and swallowing her moans. The hot welts on her back and ass made their presence felt against the cool plaster of the wall, the erotic pain perfectly balanced with the nearly unbearable pleasure of his pounding cock.
He pressed her close with every inch of his body. Their hearts slammed against each other and found the same beat. How had she ever lived without this man? He had become a part of her, wrapped around her both in fact and in spirit. He was in her very breath, in the pulse of her blood, in the fabric of her being.
As he moved and thrust inside her, his lips traced her throat and found her collarbone. He dragged fire across her flesh, taking her to the edge of a chasm, pushing her toward it. He captured the peak of her breast with his lips. She whimpered a desperate plea. His response was fierce, his teeth and tongue on her breast tender one moment, ruthless the next.
He moved with perfect friction inside her until she was crazed with lust, mad with passion and need. When he lifted his head to kiss her mouth, she bit his lips and entwined her tongue with his, hungry for all he could give her. His smell, his taste, his very essence flooded into her and they took the leap together into a powerful, crashing orgasm that caused Dylan to sink to his knees, Zoë still wrapped around him, her body trembling.
They half-sat, half-lay against the wall in a sticky tangle of limbs. Zoë drifted in an orgasm-induced twilight, content to stay there forever, as long as Dylan continued to hold her in his arms. She finally opened her eyes when he shifted against her. He was reaching awkwardly in the front pocket of his jeans, and he produced a small, velvet box.
He pulled back and Zoë let her arms fall away. She leaned against the wall, watching him as he opened the box. Inside was a diamond ring, square-cut with dark blue sapphires on either side. Zoë sucked in her breath. She looked from the ring to Dylan’s face. He was smiling, tears in his eyes. He took her left hand and held the band over her ring finger.
“Zoë Anne Stamos, I love you with all my heart. Will you marry me and be my sub girl forever?”
A laugh of pure joy bubbled its way past Zoë’s lips. “Yes, Dylan Henry Hart. Yes, Sir, I will.
A Lover’s Call
A Princely Gift
A Test of Love
Accidental Slave
Alternative Treatment
Beyond the Compound
Binding Discoveries
Blind Faith
Brokered Submission
Cast a Lover’s Spell
Caught: Punished by Her Boss
Claiming Kelsey
Closely Held Secrets
Club de Sade
Confessions of a Submissive
Dare to Dominate
Dream Master
Face of Submission
Finding Chandler
Forced Submission
Frog
Golden Angel
Golden Boy
Golden Man
Heart of Submission
Heart Thief
Island of Temptation
Jewel Thief
Julie’s Submission
Lara’s Submission
Masked Submission
Obsession: Girl Abducted
Odd Man Out
Pleasure Planet
Princess
Safe in His Arms
Sarah’s Awakening
Seduction of Colette
Slave Academy
Slave Castle
Slave Gamble
Slave Girl
Slave Island
Slave Jade
Sold into Slavery
Stardust
Sub for Hire
Submission in Paradise
Submission Times Two
Switch
Switching Gears
Texas Surrender
The Auction
The Compound
The Contract
The Cowboy Poet
The Inner Room
The Master
The Solitary Knights of Pelham Bay
The Story of Owen
The Toy
Tough Boy
Tracy in Chains
True Kin Vampire Tales:
Sacred Circle
Outcast
Sacred Blood
True Submission
Two Loves for Alex
Two Masters for Alex
Wicked Hearts
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