Little Rainbows (23 page)

She missed his hands even before they left her breasts. With something sounding like a sob, she dropped her hands to the ground and lifted her arse off her feet. She looked at the bed, just a few meters away and started toward it. Hand, knee, hand, knee. She felt her pussy contract under his gaze. She was lost in her feelings. She’d been found and brought home. She was herself again.

Jason had to stop himself from growling. He wanted to throw his head back and howl at the moon and beat his chest with his fists. Tears were burning in his eyes. The sight in front of him had to be the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Heather crawling, toward the bed, her arse in the air as he’d demanded. The inside of her thighs glistening in the faint light.

He followed her, keeping his eyes on those beautiful white globes, loosening his trousers as he went. He was so hard it was almost painful. He couldn’t wait to push himself inside, fuck her until she screamed then fuck her some more. But wait he would.

He was in control. He could feel it flowing through his veins. This was who he was, who he was meant to be and she, Heather, might just… He cut off the thought, not the time to go there. Too much, too soon, wrong moment.

She stopped when she reached his bed and patiently waited for him. He could hear her breathing, loud and irregular. He admired her form and her control. She didn’t move, just stayed there, beside the bed. She didn’t look around, didn’t talk.

He walked around her, close enough to have his jeans brush against her flushed skin and enjoyed the shiver running over her body. So responsive. It was obvious Darren had trained her well. The stab of pain took him by surprise. It could have been him if only he’d been less scared and impatient twenty years ago.

He shook himself. Useless regrets. He should be grateful to Darren for all he’d taught her and relish this opportunity to reap the benefits.

He sat down on the bed and lifted her chin. “I want you on my lap, belly down, arse up. Now.”

Her eyes were huge, her pupils dilated. She moaned softly as she got off her knees and moved herself. He grabbed her middle as she settled herself on his lap, pulling her close to his stomach. She was loose and pliable, allowing herself to be positioned by him as if she had no muscles of her own.

Her arse was firm yet soft to his touch. When he raised his hand, her arse muscles tightened in anticipation of a spanking he wasn’t quite ready to dole out yet. He loved keeping her guessing, treasured the heady combination of anticipation and frustration she exuded. He tapped her arse, moving from one side to the next, teasing her with barely there sensations holding a promise of what might be coming. Her moan was music to his ears.

“What’s wrong, beautiful? Not happy?” She shook her head but didn’t answer. Two quick and hard spanks rewarded him with a loud yelp followed by enthusiastic squirming.

“When I ask a question, I want an answer.” He made his voice deeper and saw her instant reaction when her body tensed up for a moment.

“More.” It wasn’t even loud enough to be called a whisper but he’d heard her.

“More what?”

“Harder, please.”

She had to work for the words. He loved how deep she’d gone before he’d properly started. “Harder please what?”

He needed to hear her say it and wondered how long it would take her to figure out what he required.

“Harder. More. Spanking. Hands. Please.”

Desperation crept into her voice and he loved it. She wasn’t saying what he wanted to hear though so he tapped her arse a few times again.

“Please, Ja…” She fell quiet. “Please, Sir. Please give me more.”

He could have come then and there, just on the sound of her saying that one, simple, three-lettered word.
Sir
. This time the title felt right. He had no doubts tonight. He was in control. He
was
Sir.

“That’s my girl.”

Now she’d deserved the spanking. He found a rhythm and kept it. Up and down his hand went, covering all of her arse, the top of her thighs, the tender skin between her arse and legs. His eyes were glued to her sensitive skin. He’d smack and a red glow immediately appeared. Each subsequent slap deepened the glow and elicited a louder response. Her groans went straight to his groin. He loved hearing the sounds she made, and needed to bring her to the point where she’d be screaming.

“Stay still.” He kept his voice low and soft but the response was instant. The movements she’d only started a moment ago stopped. She lay there awaiting his ministrations, her hands squeezed into fists and her breathing labored.

“Where are you, Heather?”

“Rainbows, all the rainbows.”

Her answer was breathless and sounded more like a plea for more than an answer to his question. His hand stung and Jason grinned. Probably nowhere near as much as her arse, but it was time to change the game. Her breathing became ever more erratic. He could feel her moisture through his jeans. Her moans sounded like music and her fists were deadly white. He knew she had to be fighting herself, battling against the almost irresistible urge to move. As her breathing changed again, he watched her body tense under his hand.

“Did I mention you’re not allowed to come?”

The frustrated groan was delightful. She shook her head and whimpered.

“What’s that? I can’t hear you, girl.”

“Please. Please. Please, Sir.” The words kept on tumbling out of her mouth.

He stroked her glowing arse, the heat transferring to his hand as he went. He brushed over the back of her legs and trailed his fingers up, toward the wet and yearning place between her thighs.

“Yes.” It was a sigh more than a word when his fingers slipped between her folds, getting soaked with her juices. He cock throbbed as he lifted his fingers to his mouth and tasted her. “Oh, you’re delicious, beautiful.”

He laughed at her frustrated groans before returning his fingers to her vagina and stroking with purpose, dipping his fingers in until he could feel her muscles gripping them before withdrawing again. He made a point of avoiding her clit. If he went there, she’d come, with or without his permission, and he wanted it to happen on his command.

“Tell me what you want, Heather. You won’t get it unless you ask me for it.”

He felt her body strain against his legs, heard her try to gather her breath.

“Answer me, girl.” He whispered his demand into her ear before taking the lobe between his teeth and biting while he continued to torture her vagina.

“Please, Sir. Make me come. Take me. Please.” She took several deep breaths and groaned as he bit her ear again. “God, please, I can’t. Please, just fuck me”—desperation rang in her voice—“Sir, please.”

He smiled knowing she couldn’t see it. This was who he was, who he was meant to be. He’d been a fool to believe otherwise. This was right. Heather’s submission, his dominance. This was how it should be.

He lifted her up and placed her on the bed. “Open your eyes, girl. Look at me.”

Her eyes fluttered, opened and closed again before she managed to keep them open and focus on him.

“Yes, like that. I want your eyes on me while I fuck you. I want to read the need in your eyes.”

“Please.” The moan sounded plaintive.

Her attention shifted to his cock as he dropped his jeans and she licked her lips while she watched him stroke himself with languid movements.

He reached for a condom and ripped the foil package. Her eyes darkened even more as he pushed the condom over the head and down his throbbing shaft. She licked her lips again and for a second he was sorry he hadn’t made her use her clever mouth on him.

Her gaze was glued to his hand as he teased both of them with slow and deliberate strokes of his cock. “I could come like this. Just looking at your beautiful naked body, all flushed with need. At my mercy.”

Her eyes were filled with something close to panic when she stared up, before returning her attention to the hand on his cock.

“This what you want, girl?”

Her gaze met his again as she nodded her head.

“Tell me. I want to hear your voice, hear you ask for it.”

“Please, Sir. I want you inside me. I need you, please.”

“See that wasn’t so hard.” He kept his face straight as he lowered himself to her waiting body, pushing her legs further apart as he went.

The tip of his cock reached her heat. It was all he could do not to push in hard and fast, take her and give both of them what they were yearning for. He wanted to make it last, drag out the teasing. He needed to discover how far he could push her before she lost it.

“No, don’t close your eyes. Look at me while I take you. Watch me tease you.”

Her struggle was obvious. Her eyes blinked, trying to focus on his although he wasn’t sure at all they were seeing him.

“I want to see your feelings in your eyes. I want you to see mine.”

The tip of his cock was still the only part of him inside her. He felt her muscles contracting around it, trying to draw him in deeper. He wanted to laugh out loud when she narrowed her eyes at him and hissed.

“Jason.”

His frown was enough.

“Sir, please, I can’t. I need.”

He pushed deeper into her.

“I know exactly what you need, beautiful. And if you’re good, you might even get it.” Pushing deeper, he saw her green eyes darken. Her need screamed at him in silence with such force it took all his restraint not to let go.

“Feel me as I take you, possess you.”

God she was hot and wet and tight. When his balls connected with her arse, he rested, and brought his mouth to hers. His tongue pushed through her lips and withdrew as his cock would do to her pussy in a few moments, giving her a taste of what to expect. Her reaction was instant. She lifted her bum, trying to get closer to him.

“Did I give you permission to move, girl?”

She shook her head. “No, but please, Sir.”

He withdrew until all but his tip was free and pushed back, hard. Her groan went straight to his balls, her need translating into an almost irresistible urge to drive both of them home.

“I. Know. Exactly. What. You. Need.” Every word accentuated by his cock pushing deep inside her. He wasn’t going to be able to make this last as long as he’d hoped. It had been too long, his control was too fragile.

“Ride with me, Heather. Give me all of you.”

Her reaction was instant, her body exploded. She moved against him, meeting him move for move, driving him harder.

“Sir, please. So close. Please.”

Yes, so close
. He could feel himself losing it, falling into her eyes, needing to let go.

Heather first. He had to see her face as she came for him. Moving most of his weight to his left arm he moved his right hand to her clit and rubbed. “Come for me, Heather. Give it to me. Now.”

And she went. Her eyes blinked, her mouth worked in a silent scream as she convulsed around his cock, squeezing him, milking.
Not enough
. He wanted more from her. He was nearly there but managed to hang on to the last vestiges of control. He needed to see her give him everything before he followed. He drove into her harder, keeping the pressure on her clit constant. Her back arched, her head moved restlessly, her breathing heavy and loud.
Too much
. Her body, her gift to him and her heat convulsed around his cock.

It was a relief to let go of control and fly with her. “Heather!” He heard the scream and knew somewhere in the back of his mind it was his voice, but he was lost. Lost in her body, lost in his release and lost in the knowledge he never wanted to lose this.

It was all he could do not to collapse on top of her. He managed to get rid of the condom, grateful for the bin next to his bed, before wrapping her in his arms.

“So good, so beautiful, so brave.”

He saw the effort it took for her to open her eyes and look at him. Her smile was small but filled with something he didn’t want to name in case he was reading her wrong. “Thank you.”

The whispered words worked their way into his heart, filling him with warmth and comfort. This was how it was supposed to be. He’d found the missing link and now that he’d discovered it, he couldn’t bear the thought of losing it again.

Tomorrow. He’d work it out in the morning. For now he just wanted to sleep with this beauty in his arms.

“Sleep, my girl. I’m here.” He thought for a moment before he added, “And I’ll still be here in the morning.”

Chapter Twenty-One

Heather lifted her face and closed her eyes. The tree behind her back was a rough, solid presence, grounding her while she felt as if she might take flight. Bright sunlight filtering through the canopy of leaves above her played tricks on her senses. She allowed her mind to drift. She had some time before the meeting and needed this peace and quiet to sort through her thoughts and feelings.

She’d been relieved when Jason had told her he had some work he needed to take care of. It scared her how badly she wanted to be near him. She wasn’t sure she was ready for her body’s reactions to his slightest touch.

Jason, Sir. Last night had been so natural. After those first few minutes on her own, it had taken her no time to get lost in his touch, his voice and his dominance. Her body and mind remembered the sensations. Her thoughts had floated away and her words disappeared. She’d been reduced to skin and sensations, to feelings and emotions stronger than she was comfortable with.

His voice resonated in her head. “
That’s my girl
.” But she wasn’t, his girl, was she? Did she want to be? Did he want her to be ‘his girl’? She shook her head and smiled as the tree’s bark scratched her head.

Of course she’d been
his girl
in the moment. She’d submitted to him which had made her his for those hours. But his claim hadn’t sounded temporary. Her delight when she’d heard the words hadn’t been limited to that moment either. It scared her.

She’d never submitted to anyone before Darren, hadn’t even known about the existence of BDSM or what it entailed before she met him. She sighed. And they’d been exclusive. Until Jason, she’d only ever given all of herself to one man. It shouldn’t have been this easy to submit again, it shouldn’t feel this natural. But it had and it did, and she’d have to find a way of dealing with the fact.