Essential Master (Doms of Napa Valley) (5 page)

Horror washed through him at the idea of
her changing. “No!” He hauled her onto his lap. “I’ll paddle your ass for real
if you even try it.”

Her eyes widened in surprise. “Then explain
what happened, Nicky? Is it because you want him now?”

Chapter
Four

Steph
waited with baited breath for an answer as Nicky
’s
eyes narrowed and his lips thinned. That expression never boded well for her.
She was tempted to squirm free, but to do so would end up with her over his
knee more likely than not. She’d pushed hard with her question and he’d push
back even harder if she provoked him by trying to get away. She gasped when he
suddenly buried his fingers in her hair. Using the silky strands as leverage,
he tilted her head back until she was looking directly up at him. Desire and
frustration were mixed in the amber depths of his eyes.

“I ought to tan your ass. Of course I want
him, nearly as much as I want you. We discussed this. You wanted a man to
dominate and I wanted one as well. Have you changed your mind now that it’s
close to becoming reality?”

“No, Master,” she gasped against the slight
sting of his hold on her hair. “I thought perhaps you had. You seemed to want
me then you shut down. I don’t know what to think now.”

“You’re not to supposed to ever doubt I
want you.” He bucked up to prove his point. Her breath caught at the feel of
him against her. He was hard. “Earlier I was too close to the edge to play our
usual games. I could’ve hurt you or worse. In fact, I probably would’ve come the
second you put your hand on me. I wasn’t prepared for how hot being around both
of you was going to get me.”

Understanding dawned on her. It wasn’t that
she’d done something wrong then. His control had faltered under a new stimulus
of being exposed to two people he wanted, and his retreat was merely him trying
to adjust to something new. As a creature of habit, he sometimes had a hard
time with new things, and this situation obviously would be no different. She
licked her lips. “Would it help if you saw him alone the first few times, until
you get used to his effect on you?”

He shook his head. “I won’t do that to you
or him, Steph. He has to get used to your presence. Having me arrive without
you would provide him with a false sense of security, and it’d only be ruined
when you did join us later.” He hugged her tighter. “We’re a package deal. To
get one of us he has to take both of us. To let him think it’d work any other
way would be cruel.”

She laid her head down on his shoulder.
“True. So what do you want to do?”

He rubbed her back. “The same thing we’ve
been doing. Be around him enough to make him comfortable in our presence before
we move onto more. I’ll just have to deal with the side effects.” A smile
tugged up one side of his mouth. “Just be prepared for the backlash when we get
alone. I’m going to want to fuck with no games.”

She giggled. “I think I can handle that,
Master as long as you tell me what’s got you so hot and bothered.” She loved
when her Master told her explicitly what he wanted. Stretching up to reach his
ear, she nibbled the lobe before tugging it into her mouth. He shivered against
her as she found one of his hot-spots. It thrilled her every time she was able
to coax such a response out of her Master.

Of course his response had her feeling more
than a bit relieved it was nothing more than excessive lust which had caused
their earlier incident. Now she wanted to push him into claiming her, to
satisfying her earlier hunger. “And what about this?” She slipped her hand down
to cup his cock. A full-throated groan fell from his lips.

“I have a few ideas.” He pressed her hand
more firmly against him. “And all of them have to do with ripping off your
clothing and fucking you ‘til you can’t see straight.” He shoved her hand away
and stood her up in front of him, his amber eyes dark with passion. “You can
either strip here, and risk getting jigger bites on sensitive areas or…”

The silky tone had her shivering. “Or?” She
wet her lips.

“Or you can run like hell for the house and
pray you make it there before I catch you. Because I’m going to have you where
you stand.” He unsnapped his jeans. “You have three seconds to decide before I
take the decision out of your hands.”

It only took a fraction of second for her
to decide. She’d have laid down on the grass if he’d ordered it, in a heartbeat
in fact, but the thrill of having him chase her was much more tempting. From
experience, she knew she’d be dripping with desire by the time he caught her.
She turned and took off towards the house at a slow jog before the ‘one’ had
passed his lips. The idea was to let him catch her. Pausing beside the door,
she fumbled with the back door handle, waiting to hear him say ‘three’. A gush
of moisture between her legs, when he whispered it in her ear, had her spinning
in surprise.

“You cheated, Master!” She hadn’t heard him
leave the glider.

“Did you honestly expect me not to…as hot
as I am?” He pressed her up against the cool surface of the door, his hands
shoving up her tank, exposing her breasts to the light summer breeze. Lifting
her a bit, he arranged her so he could take one nipple into his mouth. She
cried out in surprise as he tugged hard on it while slipping a hand down past
the elastic band of her shorts. As his fingers traced down the valley between
her ass cheeks she whimpered. Her master loved anal, and she couldn’t remember
a time he hadn’t at least toyed with her ass when they were intimate. She’d
been an anal virgin when she’d met him, but he patiently taught her the
pleasures of it until she craved it.

“Please, Master.” She arched into his hand
as his fingers slid down further to dip inside her, coating their length with
her own moisture.

He grumbled against her breasts, moving
from one nipple to the other before his now wet fingers circled her rosette.
She dug her fingers into his shoulders as he pressed them in slowly. The
familiar burn morphed into pleasure as her ass closed around him. “Oh, my God…”
Her head tipped back and hit the door with a slight thud, but the small dull
pain did little to distract her as he released her nipple.

“Fuck.” His voice was gritty, even as he
continued to slowly stroke in and out of her tight rear. “I want to fuck this
ass, but we don’t have any lube out here.”

“I could get you all nice and wet with my
mouth, Master,” she offered, remembering one other time he’d wanted anal sex
and they had run out of lube. She’d gotten him all slippery with her mouth, but
to her dismay had found out saliva didn’t make the best lube, especially if you
were going to do any prolonged anal sex. She’d been sore for a few days after
that time. Not that she’d complained about it at the time. She’d been too busy
floating in subspace to voice even one protest. Nicky hadn’t been happy when he
found out how uncomfortable it had been for her to sit later on.

His eyes flared at her suggestion, but he
ultimately shook his head. “Won’t work and you know it, Steph. Not only does it
make you sore, but I won’t last if I feel your mouth on me.” His fingers
abandoned her rear as he stepped back.

“So do we go in…” She turned to go into the
house and found herself pinned against the door, this time face first.

“Nope, I told you I’d have you where you
stood.”

Then cool air hit her bottom as he jerked
her shorts down, and she heard the familiar sound of his zipper being lowered.
A moment later, his fingers tested her readiness, sliding deep inside of her
pussy. Then he pulled her back enough to bend her over.

“And I’m a man of my word.” Seconds later,
he shoved inside her with a groan. Her breath caught, then released in a sob as
he rubbed over her g-spot. In this position he felt even bigger than he was,
until she thought he might come out her throat.

“Brace yourself, Steph. It’s gonna be a
wild ride. I’ve gotta fuck…” His order was gruff but she obeyed without
question, placing her palms on the flat surface of the door. She didn’t want to
hit her head any more than he wanted her to.

“Good girl.” Then he began moving hard and
fast, his hips snapping in a grueling pace against her bottom. Pleasure racked
her as she panted and pushed back against him wanting more, begging for more.

“Tight little pussy,” he gritted out, his
hands clasping her hips to steady her for his thrusts.

“Your…pussy…Master.” The words came out
brokenly as her breathing grew more shallow and rapid.

“Damn straight.” His hand smacked one hip,
while the other hand delved around front to tweak her clit. “And I’m gonna
prove it. Make it come on my cock, until you can’t stand it…”

“Master!” She tossed her head back as the
slight sting of pain only sent her higher. Unbelievably she was ready to come.

“But not yet. You’ll wait until I’m ready
for it.” His voice was hoarse as he continued to move against her, trapping her
between his hand and cock.

She was going to lose it and his dark
warning did little to distract her need for release. “I…ahhh…shit…please…?” She
fought off her approaching orgasm the best she could, but every tweak of his
fingers and thrust of his cock sent her precariously closer.

“Really, Steph? A strong liberal woman like
you is begging me, a man, for release? What would your mother say…?” He ‘tsked’
even as he pushed her higher with his wild rocking.

She hissed. The words weren’t unfamiliar,
and she nearly went into orbit at them. They were a reminder of how her Master
stripped away everything, until he got to the soft woman under the liberal
teaching of her youth and time spent in the service. He was just sadistic
enough to take pleasure in the stripping. And she loved him for it – well, at
least until he stopped fucking her. She cried out as he slowed.

“That’s not an answer, submissive. You’ll
give me the words - or I’ll pull out right now…”

“Fuck, yes, you arrogant son of a bitch,
I’m begging.” She gritted her teeth. “I need to come….please fuck me, let me
come.” Her language, never clean to begin with after her time spent with
roughnecks around oil rigs as a young girl, turned even dirtier when he teased
her this way.

“Gladly.” He grunted and resumed the pace,
until it was all she could do to hold herself up as sensation after sensation
piled on top of her. Until she was a writhing mess under his body as she came
undone in his arms. Only his grip on her kept her from getting away from him as
the building pressure exploded and she went off like a rocket.

His breathing grew more ragged.as moisture
hit her back. “Fuck, yeah. Come all over me, you little bitch,” Nicholaus
ordered as his fingers dug even deeper into her hips, and he approached his own
release. Even through her pleasure, she could feel it building in him as his
thrusts became jerky, until he let loose a yell she was sure the neighbors
would’ve heard - if they’d been nearby instead of a good distance down the
road. A splash of warmth joined her own moisture as his hips hitched hard
against her while he filled her full of his seed. She mewed happily as he
throbbed three times before his body relaxed against hers, the weight of his
torso against her back as he supported himself on his outstretched arms, also
braced against the door on either side of hers. “Son of bitch…” he gasped, his
forehead pressed against her shoulder blade. “…that was…”

She giggled softly. “…hot - sensuous -
amazing?” It always amazed and even delighted her how a round of hot sex could
turn her ‘man of a thousand words’ speechless.

He nodded before slowly straightening.
“That’s a few adjectives for it. Give me a second and I’ll think of some more.”

She gasped as he slowly disengaged their
bodies. She immediately missed his warmth, but he made up for it when a few
moments later he turned her and gathered her up in his arms, carrying her
easily despite her size.

“Time for a siesta, little one.” He yawned
deeply as they stepped inside the cool house. Within moments, with her opening
the doors, he gently deposited her on their bed before stepping back to kick
his deck shoes off, jerk his shirt over his head, and strip off his jeans.

By that time, she’d tossed her exercise
shorts and tank onto the floor next to the bed. As he climbed onto their
California King, she opened her arms to him, sighing as their warm, naked flesh
touched. As he pulled up the sheet over their bodies, she relaxed against him,
stifling her yawn against his chest. A siesta sounded just great.

* * * *

Zebadiah
was deep in thought as the car slowed down in front of home. Next to him on the
seat was a cardboard carton with the contents from his safety deposit box. He
was amazed they
’d managed to get everything out of the
bank before Allison had come back with her lawyers. He didn’t doubt for a
moment she’d use legal jargon to get into the now empty box.

“We’re home.” Ethan announced unneeded.
“Need help carrying any of that in?”

He shook his head. “I think I got it. As
long as you’re not planning on making me lug it down to the pond and back
before letting me put it down, because of some ancient Japanese tradition says
I should.”

Ethan chuckled. “You Americans love your
movies. Tying pieces of meat to have the dog chase you, and now carrying a box
to some other place?” He shook his head. “Come on, let’s get this stuff in before
Davis comes looking for us.”

“Okay.” Opening the door, he stood slowly,
wincing as his knee protested. It still stiffened up when he sat for long
periods of time, or stood for that matter. Leaning in to retrieve the box, he
was just straightening and wasn’t prepared for the slamming of several car
doors behind him, or the strident voice he’d hoped to never hear again. He did
not need to see the petite red-headed dominatrix he’d been stupid enough to
agree to serve, to recognize the tone. In reaction, he dropped the box.