Her Master's Kiss 5 (2 page)

Stefan’s thumb brushed across the sheer silky lace of her panties, and then a moment later Renee felt the palm of his hand cupping the smooth softness of her mound. She groaned again, this time as a long exhalation of warm breath against his cheek.

“Yes,” she said once more, but this time as a whisper. “Please.”

She pressed herself down, grinding the wet folds of her sex against his palm, frustrated by the barrier of silk between them, but knowing the anticipation of that first touch would be worth the tantalizing wait. But there were limits to her patience tonight, and so Renee slid her free hand down between Stefan’s legs and felt for the hardness of him.

He was firm in her hand, the shape of his manhood made vague by the tightness of his jeans. She rubbed her hand up and down the bulge several times until she felt him come alive and pulse. She licked her lips and opened her eyes.

Stefan still had not slid his fingers within the edge of her panties. She leaned back from him until they were face to face, and searched his eyes. She could see the smolder of his own arousal and she knew the flames of her passion would be reflected even more clearly in her own gaze. She kissed him again forcefully, and then slid herself slowly down the sofa until she was finally kneeling on the carpet between Stefan’s legs.

She looked up at him again, and swallowed when she discovered that he was watching her, his eyes glittering behind hooded lids, dark and intense, his mouth just a thin pale line, smeared with the traces of her lipstick. She ran her small hands along both his thighs, rubbing closer and closer to his crotch each time until she could resist no longer. She reached for Stefan’s belt and unfastened the button of his jeans with practiced, frantic fingers.

Stefan lay back on the sofa as Renee freed him from his pants. He was firm and hot in her hands. She smiled a sexy, seductive smile, and then leaned forward. Her tongue flicked out and trailed along the length of him. Stefan closed his eyes and felt himself holding his breath. He reached for her, winding his hands into Renee’s long blonde hair and then suddenly his breathing became more ragged – lost its measured control. He groaned.

Renee finally took him deep within her mouth, her tongue swirling and teasing, and she delighted in the way he pulsed and swelled.

When she opened her eyes again they glittered, watering with the efforts she had gone to with her mouth to please him. Stefan was staring down at her. Then his eyes deliberately dropped to her breasts.

With her dress unzipped and bunched around her waist, Renee’s breasts hung firm and weighty within the cups of her bra. She instinctively squared her shoulders, pushing her breasts even further forward until they swelled and bulged with every ragged breath she took.

Stefan’s shaft was glistening wet and hard in her hands. She leaned over him, rubbing the heat of him against the soft skin of her bulging breasts, and then one of her hands slid under the sofa cushion.

The television remote control was in her fingers. She thumbed a button, and over her shoulder the large screen came to life with vivid images of BDSM scenes.

Stefan blinked. On the screen, an attractive dark haired woman was laying on her back on a wide wooden bench. Her hands were bound over her head, and her legs were spread wide, fastened into restraints. Between the woman’s open legs stood a man who was naked to the waist, his muscled torso glistening in the lights. He was darkly handsome, and he was holding a vibrator against the young woman’s sex, teasing her so that her breathing sounded even above the hum of the toy as a series of gasping breathless pants.

The woman’s nipples were clamped, and Stefan could see the way the firm flesh of her breasts swelled and moved each time the Master applied the vibrator. Then the camera came in close, showing how wet and aroused the woman was.

Stefan shook his head and frowned. “What is this?”

“It’s a new beginning,” Renee smiled up at his face softly. She turned and glanced at the scene for long moments, her hands still gently fondling Stefan’s hardness. When she turned back to him her eyes were wide and excited. “It’s a BDSM film,” she explained, her voice sounding thick. “I thought we needed to remind ourselves of some of the things we used to do together. Of the way you used to treat me when I was your submissive.” She paused for another long moment, knowing the time had come, and knowing it could not be avoided. It was now – or it might be never.

“My collar is under the cushion beside you,” she urged, and her expression became an unspoken plea. “Would you like to collar me again? Please – for our sake?”

Stefan sat up abruptly, and in an instant the smolder had gone from his eyes. The shutters came down hard on his expression, turning his face to stone, his eyes to black.

“We are passed that, Renee,” Stefan said. There was ice in his voice, drained of emotion. “You are not my submissive – and I am not your Master. That life has passed for us. Surely after all we have been through you must understand that.”

Renee stood slowly. Now suddenly she felt exposed and vulnerable. She felt foolish, like a little girl who had been caught doing something wrong by the headmaster. She wanted to cringe – she wanted to zip up her dress and cover herself from the humiliation of his rejection.

But she didn’t. She shook her head, and took a deep breath before launching into the impassioned plea she had been planning for so long.

“I understand that our relationship has changed,” she said. Her voice was measured and restrained, but already she felt an edge of frustration and anger flushing hotly on her cheeks. “It changed the moment baby Storm died. It changed the moment you came back to me with the crib and we began to rebuild our lives again. I get it, Stefan!” Renee bit back on the words, hearing the tone of her voice rising, and wanting desperately to stay calm and in control. Stefan could not be argued with. Her only hope was to stay calm and reasoned. She spun away from him for a moment, hugging her arms tight around herself, as though physically trying to restrain the outburst of her anger. On the wide screen of the television, the Master had the dark haired model bent over the edge of the wooden bench now, her legs spread apart and her hands cuffed behind her back. There was a gag in her mouth and he was standing behind her, driving himself into her with long powerful thrusts. The woman was sobbing great gasps of arousal and desire with every new stroke. Renee turned back to Stefan, and tried to keep her tone placatory.

“But all that happened six months ago, Stefan. And we never once asked ourselves
how
we should rebuild our relationship. We never asked whether we should go back to the lust and sex of BDSM that drew us together in the first place. We merely picked up from where we had left off before we lost baby Storm. And maybe that was already a relationship under strain. Maybe we have moved too far away from who you were as a man – and who I want to be as a woman.” Despite all her efforts, Renee could feel the first sting of tears at the corners of her eyes. She blinked them away, but she could do nothing to control the tremble in her voice – or the tone of desperate fear and anguish.

Stefan sighed and stood. His eyes were blank and black. His expression scared Renee. He seemed so remote.

“Forget it. It’s not the way.”

“Forget it?” Renee glared at him. “Just like that?”

Stefan could tell by the rigidness of her body that Renee was hurt and angry at his dismissal. But his mouth remained a firm, bitter bloodless line. “Yes. Just like that.”

“Stefan our lives have stopped! We’re not building our relationship. We’re not growing stronger or closer as a couple. Everything between us is slowly crumbling. We don’t talk like we used to. We don’t share the things we once did. And we don’t make love like we used to. Hell, we don’t even have great sex any more. It’s like every time you touch me you are afraid I will break – or that you will hurt me! Dammit! When we first met you thought nothing of taking a riding crop to me. Now I can’t even get you to fuck me!”

The last words came out wobbly. Renee tried to swallow back the anger and humiliation but she couldn’t. Thick slow tears rolled down her cheeks. She broke off, shocked by her own outburst, and suddenly apprehensive. She had spent so long maintaining their brittle, fragile existence that her anger and pain surprised even her. Instinctively she shrank back from Stefan, seeing the glowering rage that seemed to sweep across his face like an approaching storm.

“We can’t go backwards,” Stefan said stiffly but there was a sharp edge of warning in his voice that Renee did not miss.

“I don’t want to go backwards!” she pleaded. “I want us to go the full circle. I want us to rediscover who we were as a man and as a woman. I want my Master back. I want to be your submissive. Damn it, Stefan. I
need
to be your submissive, and I
need
you to be my Master again before we can build on our relationship as man and woman… or as husband and wife. Without a foundation built on what first drew us together, we have nothing,” she paused one last time to choke down a shuddering breath before she finally whispered, “Because I want another baby….”

Everything stopped. Time seemed to stop. Stefan’s face, bordering on an angry outburst, suddenly lost all its heat and all of its anger. The outrage in his eyes seemed to melt away like mist. He stared at Renee for long silent seconds, and she was too scared to speak or move.

Finally Stefan shook his head in slow, confusion. “A baby? Are you sure?”

Renee nodded. She cuffed the tears from her cheeks with the palm of her hand and stood, small and frail before him. “Yes, I want another baby, Stefan. But I want a baby borne from our lust and passion and love for each other.”

Four.

He went to her then – two long steps, bringing him so close to Renee that the shrunken space between them seemed to vibrate with crackling tension – a tension that made her breasts ache and hardened her nipples. There was a wildness in the air and within Renee’s body her own frustrated anger had ignited a reckless force inside her that was overwhelming – and desperate to be quenched.

Then she was in his arms and he was kissing her tenderly, passionately.

Stefan’s hands went down to Renee’s waist, pulling her close against him and Renee went willingly. She pressed herself hard against him, her fingers frantic as they sought out the buttons of his shirt.

Her kisses became fierce and overwhelming, driven by the desperate ache of her need. She felt giddy, her senses heightened to every touch of Stefan’s hands as she pressed the hollow between her thighs against him. His shirt fell open quickly, and then her hands were down once more within the open front of his jeans. She felt the length of him leap within the soft warm clutch of her fingers, and she moaned breathlessly into his mouth.

Oh God, how her body burned. She felt the tight cramping pain low in her stomach that was the strength of her wanting. Her breasts felt swollen and sensitive so that even the contact of her lace bra was almost too painful and abrasive to tolerate.

“Take me, Stefan. Right here. Take me now, like you did when we first met.”

Without realizing it, yet the movement borne out of instinct, Renee lowered herself to her knees before Stefan. Her hands dropped reluctantly from her hold around the hardness of his shaft, and she clasped them behind her back.

“I want to submit to you again,” she looked up into his face, her huge blue eyes glittering with the intensity of her passion and desire. “I want you to want me.”

She was in Position One, and the sight of her in that submissive pose brought a sudden flood of emotions to Stefan. He felt the turmoil – the conflict between a primitive desire and the protective instinct that defined him as a man… and he wavered.

“Please…” Renee’s voice was a plea.

Stefan reached down slowly and his hand slid within the gaped opening of her dress to cover the swell of her breast. Renee gasped, and as his fingers gently teased her nipples through the sheer lace of her bra, the gasp became a moan. Renee felt the sudden flare of heat reignited between her thighs. She closed her eyes and gave herself over to the sheer pleasure of his touch. The dress had fallen off her shoulders into a tangle around her waist. She looked down and saw the way her breasts rose and fell with the strain of every breath. She watched the way Stefan’s skilled fingers teased her nipple so stiff that it ached. And then she lifted her eyes and saw the rampant vaulted hardness of him.

Renee slowly licked her lips and then opened her mouth wide. She remembered the early lessons of her training with Stefan and how he had demonstrated the position to her – and why the position was important; it was so that a Master might use his submissive’s mouth for his own pleasure. Now he was hard before her eyes, and she wanted so desperately to feel used again.

She closed her eyes and waited. Stefan’s fingers cupped beneath her breast and pulled it from the confines of her bra. She felt his whole body shudder. She felt a sudden rise in the tension of him – as though his body was being drawn tight. His hands went to her hair, tangling around her long golden tresses so that she felt her head being pulled closer and closer. She kept her eyes closed, and let the delicious thrill of anticipation overwhelm her.

And then suddenly he pulled himself away, thrusting himself backwards and wrenching his body upright again as though the small space that widened between them was a barrier, and a chance to regain his self-control.

“You’re not my submissive,” he said slowly, the words carefully measured and restrained, but his voice ragged and unsteady. “And I’m not your Master anymore.”

He turned his head suddenly, avoiding the bewildered look in Renee’s eyes, and avoiding the lustful temptation and promise of her perfect breasts and the wide wet opening of her soft mouth. Then she was on her feet, the dress falling to the floor so that she stood confused and defiant before him in just the red panties and the bra hanging from one sun-browned shoulder.