His Forbidden Submissive (17 page)

“Master.” She moaned the word into his mouth. It was the most reverent sound she’d ever made.

Like when she’d called him Master at the club, every muscle in his body stiffened. “I told you not to use that word with me unless you meant it.”

“I remember, Master.” She tightened her arms and legs around him so she could rock her sex against the growing bulge in his jeans. “Your sub completely and totally understands.”

What she could only describe as pure ecstasy seized his handsome face, his smile so sexily spectacular, she felt close to coming from simply being near him.

No doubt about it, she one hundred percent belonged to Brock Michaels.

“I don’t fuck gently, little sub,” he said, echoing the words he’d used before taking her the first time. “I don’t play games. I don’t relinquish control. And I don’t stop until I’m finished.” He pressed her harder against the wall. “If we move forward today, I will never let you go. Do you understand what that means?”

“Yes Sir,” she whispered. “It means I’ll belong to you.”

“Mine, totally and completely? To do with as I please?”

“Yes, Master. Now and for as long as you’ll have me.”

He grinned. “Then prove it, little sub.”

“How, Master?”

“I’m going to get some things from the bedroom. While I’m gone, I want you to strip, go sit on the couch and get those legs open so you can play with yourself. I want your sweet pussy drenched by the time I get back. Understood?”

She jutted her lower lip out, giving him her best “puppy dog” impression. “But my pussy’s already drenched, Master.”

“In that case…” He slapped her ass, shocking her, arousing her. “Make yourself come. I want to hear you screaming by the time I walk back in here. Understood?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good.” He placed her back on the ground. “Now go.”

“Yes, Master.”

Vivian ran for the couch, shedding her clothes as she went. She plopped buck-naked onto the sofa, her eyes immediately seeking out Master, but he was nowhere to be seen, which meant she didn’t have much time.

She sliced her fingers through her folds, saturated the digits in her wetness then fingered her clit. She bit her bottom lip as the sensitive little bud sent trickles of sensation shooting out. She was drenched—and more turned-on than she’d realized.

She wrapped her free arm beneath a knee and wrenched her legs wider. The idea Brock could walk back in at any second spurred her on and she rubbed her clit faster, harder.

“I don’t hear any screaming,” Brock called from somewhere upstairs.

She jerked as the first hint of orgasm unfurled in her belly. “I’m c-close, Sir.” Her head smashed against the back of the couch. “Oh god.”

She worked her moist flesh with greater enthusiasm. Her eyes rolled back in her head and pleasure finally broke through her body.

Her legs jerked, her belly spasmed, but she never stopped the attention she was giving to that wonderfully sensitive bud. “I’m coming, Sir. I’m—oh god.”

Footfalls sounded across the room. “You were cutting it close there, little sub.” Planting his hands on either side of her thighs, he pressed until her legs were as wide as they’d go. “But I’ll let that slide because your pussy looks fabulous.”

She smiled through her ebbing pleasure, his words from the dungeon coming back to her. “All red and juicy like an apple, Sir?”

“Quite possibly. But I’d better find out for sure.” He tugged her hand away and buried his face between her legs.

She screamed out his name.

Vivian was redder and juicier than any apple Brock had ever eaten, sweeter too, and he never wanted to stop worshiping her glorious pussy. He licked at her, sucked on her labia, jiggled her clit around until she went stiff again.

“Masteeeeer!”

Smiling against her heat, he eased two fingers into her and quickly found her G-spot. Gentle fingertips pressed and stroked against the jumble of nerves, drawing out her climax.

Her pussy quivered around his fingers. She clawed at the cushions, the move giving her just enough leverage to rock her sex against his face. And through it all, he kept right on eating her, feasting on her until the last quiver of pleasure flittered from her body and she went limp.

“You’re so responsive, little sub. It pleases me very much.”

He sat back on his haunches so he could get a better look at her, but he left his fingers right where they were, his thumb occasionally giving her clit a swipe. Every time the pad made contact with the distended bud, she inhaled sharply. He’d probably be able to make her come again with very little effort. Actually, there was no probably about it. He could make her come with very little effort.

Her lips curved into a sleepy smile. “I’m glad I please you, Sir.”

“Always.” He curved a hand around the back of her neck and drew her in for a quick kiss. “I’m going to enjoy finding different ways to make you come, to control your pleasure.”

He grabbed the linked ankle cuffs from where he’d dropped them. They were such a simple device, but they kept his sub’s legs wrapped firmly around him—or wherever the hell else he decided to put them.

He secured her ankles then, making sure the two sections were linked together, pushed her feet up. “Are you flexible enough to secure this strap behind your head, pet?”

She shook her head. “No, Master, but I can hold it for you.”

“Very good answer.” He rewarded her submission by giving her cunt one last kiss before rolling a condom into place—and then ramming himself home.

Her pussy was so drenched from her previous climaxes he breached her with ease and wasted no time settling into a hard-and-fast rhythm. He jabbed his cock into her with everything he had, his position giving him an incredible view of his length pistoning in and out of her wet cunt, his sex gleaming with the evidence of the orgasms he’d already given her.

“Master,” she panted, tugging her ankle restraints higher. The slight change in position allowed him to stroke deeper. Her pussy was still quivering, adding to the already intense sensation of her wet heat wrapped around him.

“Tell me you belong to me,” he ordered.

“I belong to you, Master.
Yes.
” Her leg muscles flexed. She inhaled, a sharp gasp that betrayed how near to climax he’d already gotten her.

He leaned forward, his palms pressing against her inner thighs, forcing her deeper into the sofa cushions and plunging his cock deeper still. “I’m about to come,” he panted, “and I want your hot little pussy quivering around my cock when I do. Understand?”

“Y-yes…” Breath jerked in and out of her lungs. “Master.”

“Good.” He pounded into her cunt without mercy, her cries spurring him on.

She screamed as he fucked her, begged him to take her harder, and he did his manly best to keep her yelling his name for as long as he could. He crammed his cock in and out of her. Faster and faster. He wanted to push her pleasure as high as humanly possible.

She went rigid.

“Fight it, little sub,” he commanded. “I’m not quite ready yet.”

“Can’t. Need to…” Her head flopped back and forth. “Please, Master. Pl—”

“Just a few more seconds…” Pleasure shot from his balls. Fuck yeah…he was in free-fall.
“Now.”

Her pussy convulsed around his cock as his climax enveloped him. Rushing pleasure took him over, and he rammed balls-deep into her, locking himself inside her as he filled his condom, her quivering channel coaxing every last sliver of bliss from his body.

With a quick tug, he unsnapped her ankle restraints and collapsed forward, resting his head on her chest and enjoying the way her heart pounded. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Master. Brock. Both of you.”

He chuckled, blinding joy filling him. After all the waiting, all the denied passion, he finally had the woman he’d always wanted.

His forbidden submissive was finally his.

“There’s something I want to show you. I’ll be right back.” He jumped to his feet, pointing to her as he moved. “Don’t you
dare
let those beautiful legs close while I’m gone. Got it?”

“Yes Sir.”

After a quick trip through the kitchen to dispose of his condom, he retrieved a shoebox-sized package from the bottom desk drawer of his office. When he returned to the living room, he smiled at the sight of Viv on his couch. Like a good little sub, she’d kept her legs spread wide, showing off the pussy he’d so thoroughly ravaged.

Did she know how turned on that could make a Dom, seeing how his attentions had taken his sub over the edge, over and over and over again?

“What’s that?” Viv asked, her voice dreamy.

“Info on the German club job.”

She sent him a questioning look. “I thought you turned that down.”

“Not exactly.” He bent low and pressed a quick kiss to her pretty little cunt before dropping onto the couch beside her. “I just haven’t accepted it. They sent me this as enticement.”

“Oh.” She rested her head on his shoulder as he showed her the bushel of photos inside the box. “Wow.”

“That’s a bit of an understatement, don’t you think, pet?”

“No.” She placed her hand on his, stopping him from flipping past a pic of the castle’s front façade. “I mean, it will be more than
wow
once we’re finished with it.”

“Once
we’re
finished with it?” He bit back the smile threatening to turn his lips. Did she know where he was going with his bit of show-and-tell?

“Yes…” She kissed his shoulder. “Assuming you don’t mind partnering with me for the design.”

“Anytime, sweetheart. Anytime.” He tossed the box beside him and tugged Vivian into his lap, her legs straddling him. Her body was still semi-boneless so he had to hug her really close to keep her from falling, which wasn’t exactly a hard chore. “What do you say we drop out of the running for that stupid executive suite job neither of us really seems to want and then head over to Restrained Fantasies? There’s still so much about the lifestyle I’d like to show you before we head to Germany.”

Happiness played with the corner of her lips. “So this trip to the club would be, what…strictly research?”

He grinned. “Absofuckinglutely not.”

About the Author

Brandi Evans is a stay-at-home mom with a serious addiction…the compulsive need to tell sexy stories to whoever will listen.

She brings to life fun, flawed characters with kick-ass-and-take-no-prisoners attitudes who challenge her every step of the writing process. Whether inspiring a hot-and-heavy contemporary, a pulse-pounding suspense or a dark-and-decadent paranormal romance, her muse knows no boundaries. And she likes it that way. When veering outside the box, she never knows where her next story could take her.

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