Make Me (20 page)

Tied spread-eagled to the bed, pinned by the intensity in his eyes, I’ve never felt freer in my life. He’s the missing piece of a puzzle I thought was complete when I started submitting. I had no idea until now that it could be even better. Because it’s him.

Something’s changed and I trust him. I trust Darko with my body, with my life. Maybe even with my heart and that’s what’s making this different. Deeper. Nothing about him is bad or scary except the intensity with which I want him. And unlike the scenes before, where I trusted the situation, trusted the rules, I didn’t always trust myself.

He rolls his neck and stands straighter. “Choose a number between one and five.”

My nipples harden at the change in his demeanor. He’s still my Darko, but in Dom mode, and for the first time it thrills me to have both at once. “What’s the number mean, Sir?”

“You must choose a number without knowing the meaning behind it. Reward or consequence. It could be the number of times I will flog you, or how many orgasms I will give you.”

Do I go big and make this last, or choose a smaller number to move things along? I want him now. Three? No, “Two.” Enough to be interesting, but not bad if it’s something that takes a long time. I can’t wait for him to be inside me.

“Very well.” He caresses my thigh. “Two it is,
ljubav
. Two hours for me to play with your body before we fuck.”

I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. “Are you sure you can’t change it to minutes? I thought I made it clear I wanted you
right now
.”

He kneels between my legs and lowers himself over me, hovering without touching, lips inches from mine. His body heat mingles with mine, and I thrust my hips up trying to touch him, and fail because of the restraints. It’s maddening.

His grin is wicked and makes my pussy clench. “Do not rush me or I shall change it to six hours.”

“But that wasn’t even an option.” My voice turns whiny.

“I left the rules in my other pants.” His words tease my mouth.

I flop back to the pillow after unsuccessfully trying to kiss him. “As long as that’s
all
you left there.” I stare pointedly at his cock.

The light touch of his hand whispering from my elbow to my shoulder burns my skin. “I would gag you for talking back, only that would detract from the fun when I do this.” His teeth nip my collarbone, and my body sings with relief at the contact, but the moan that rips from my throat when his hot mouth sucks deeply on my nipple is almost embarrassing.

Almost.

His tongue swirls, flicks, claims one breast then the other, every nerve I have firing awake as though my body was numb until he touched it. His hands do the same to my hips and thighs while he kisses a trail down my belly, stops, then skips to my ankle. Inch by inch he kisses his way up, nearer to the place I want his mouth. He kisses the skin where my thigh meets my body and skips down to the other ankle, repeating the process.

I let out a huff of frustration.

“Look at me, Sloane.” The wicked smile clashes with the affectionate eyes he keeps fixed on mine as he bends and licks all the way up my pussy to my clit, then back down. The restraints dig into my wrists I pull on them so hard, wanting to weave my fingers through his hair and lock him into position, pull him closer, hold him tighter.

And. Never. Let. Go.

But my arms are empty and the rest of me is full inside with a symphony of everything spiraling around, notes of pleasure unleashed by him. I love the way the restraints bare me to his imagination, forcing me to take everything he wants to give. I’m fixed in place yet completely thrown, riding the edge of an orgasm. But he doesn’t let me come. I get close, so fucking close, and he pulls back, leaving me shuddering and spitting his name like a curse.

I thrash, suddenly hating the restraints. “Untie me.”

“No.”

“Please?” The word now has four syllables.

“No.” His tongue just barely skims my clit, but he fingers me hard and I can’t remember what I wanted a second ago as my thighs tense and my spine curls my hips upward. I grab on to the thread of ecstasy that was torn from my grasp and hang on for dear life, so close. I’m so close.

He pulls back again.

I might cry. “No, no. God, no, Darko, please don’t stop.”

“I won’t.”

And he doesn’t. He drives me higher until my head spins and my entire body becomes almost painfully sensitive from the prolonged arousal. He keeps me there, never taking me over, just skirting the edge, and I’m positive I can’t take another moment, but I do. And another, and another.

My awareness is reduced to this bed, the pleasure he gives me, and the way my body screams for more. Two hours of this, and my heart is ready to burst when his mouth starts moving with something more than a lazy intent to keep me as aroused as possible without coming.

Finally.

Fucking finally.

It’s time.

When he lets me come, it doesn’t ease over me. It roars, splitting my body in half. His mouth is the epicenter of a devastating pleasure that makes the world disappear with moans, shudders, shaking.
Yes, God, yes.

And when I’m limp and heavy, no longer rocked by the tremors pulsing deep inside, Darko slides back to stand at the foot of the bed and unties my right foot.

The expression on his face makes me feverish. “I could do that for days and live only on the sounds you make.” His accent is thicker than I’ve ever heard it. He unties my left ankle.

“It feels like it’s been days. Please.” The last word is a whisper, a prayer. I need him inside me. I need more, need him. Is he going to make me wait again? Was this it, and he’s going to cruelly make me wait?

He crawls up my body and kisses me, all question of waiting obliterated by the way his tongue strokes mine, telling me
now you’re mine and it’s time.

He tugs on the end of the knots and my hands are free. I spring closed, capturing him like a Venus fly-trap with both arms and legs, devouring him back with a hungry mouth because if I am his then he is also mine.

With languid movements, we free him from his clothes. I hold on tight the whole time—no way he’s leaving this bed again—and grab his cock, pumping it from root to tip a few times, loving the silky hardness, hungry for it. Pressing his side with my knee to hint him into position, he pulls my knees up and out, spreading them farther.

One hand captures mine, palm to palm, raising it above my head; the other rubs the head of his cock up and down my slit, covering him with the wetness of my desire, and he groans and nips my lip.

But this kiss, deep and slow, is more personal than anything we’ve done, reaching into every hidden corner of my heart, obliterating any last walls I’d put up to protect myself. It’s painfully real and honest.

And the way he looks at me when he pulls back is even more so. I turn my head away, overwhelmed. Darko gently moves it back, and I close my eyes to avoid his.

“Don’t look away again. Don’t close off, not from me,
ljubav
. Not now.”

“I wasn’t.” But I was. Sex has always been an eyes-shut thing. I always told myself it was so I could concentrate on my elusive orgasm, but I realize it was a defense mechanism; closed eyes don’t force you to connect, to fully engage with the person. Until now, I’ve never trusted anyone enough to let them see the vulnerability of total trust in my eyes while joined with them physically.

Darko has earned his way into my open eyes from inside my heart, and I had no idea until I tried to look away. I search his eyes, stunned to see the same feelings reflected back into mine, and nod. He gathers me closer and eases his cock inside, stretching me with a delicious ache that curls my toes until I’m not just full, I’m complete.

Two deep breaths to savor the sensation of
finally
, and then we both need movement. When he pulls out, my moan is an octave lower than I thought possible, answered by his sharp inhale through gritted teeth. It’s only been days since we had sex. It feels like years.

Until now, I thought I’d made love. I hold him tighter, wanting to feel everything of him I can, gasping at the pleasure of his weight pressing me to the bed while he thrusts in and out. It’s better than I imagined; Darko knows exactly what I want, and gives it to me, shares it with me, takes what I give with my hands and hips.

Desperation creates needy hands, and mouths, and eyes. Denied this for what feels like forever, now that we’re together, nothing is enough. His hard cock ramming into me isn’t enough; I want his hands on my breasts. His hands on my breasts aren’t enough; I need his mouth on mine. Him ravaging me isn’t enough; I need to devour him too.

Sinuously, we grind the truth between us. He made this version of me.

No,
I
did. Darko gave me the tools, but I was the one who used them to chisel away all the things I thought I was until I found myself.

He slows right down, pulling out nearly all the way before pushing back in, as though he’s trying to wring every ounce of pleasure he can from me, for me. I trail my hands down his chest and abs, drinking in the sight of him, almost as good as the feeling. It’s just right.

And yet, not enough. Not when he smiles down at me, tenderly, full of the same thing I’m feeling. Longing to be closer, I wrap my arms around him as tightly as I can, heart swelling when he does the same, still driving into me at a steady pace. Through the emotional closeness, hunger flares again, and I grab his tight ass, desperate for more of this feeling, more of him, wanting him deeper, harder, more.

But he’s the one driving this scene and isn’t about to give up control. He unwinds my arms and guides them to his neck. Cupping my ass, he lifts me higher, scoots us closer to the headboard, braces his hand against the wall, and
fucks
me.

Hard, raw, exactly how I need it.

I’d thought the two hours he spent teasing my body had been released when I came before. I was wrong. His rigid cock pistons me higher, pleasure building in my belly until a moment later I come so intensely I can’t breathe. He thrusts through it, taking it deeper, rotating his hips to maximize friction, and reaches down to stroke my clit while he pumps in and out. My pussy’s so tight from coming so hard, everywhere inside is being stroked with an unfamiliar contact.

Every nerve is rubbed the right way. He fucks me until my legs ache from being wrapped around him, and I have to let them fall to the bed. He brings my ankles over his shoulders, his cock hitting somewhere so far inside me I see stars and it’s unbelievable and I come again.

His hips stall and he grinds out a moan; my muscles gripping his cock so hard he can barely move, and he thrusts a few more times before coming, riding the aftershock of my orgasm with me.

We lie still until our breathing slows, and, still inside of me, he flips us so he’s on his back and I’m lying on top.

As he pulls the blanket over us and wraps his arms around me, there are only three words I can think to say to him after tonight.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Darko, hang on.” Sloane tenses beneath me, but I continue kissing down the center of her chest, between her breasts, digging my hands into her hips in that way that makes her voice breathy and weak. “I’m checking my messages.”

“And I am saying good morning.”

“There’s one from work.”

I tickle her belly with kisses. “I am not covering your ears,
ljubav
.”

She squirms and giggles but doesn’t move to stop me. “No, but you’re impeding my concentration.”

“Good. Think of this as training. Take a deep breath and hold it for ten seconds. Now.”

Her inhale turns to a gasp as my tongue teases her clit, but she holds her breath.

She tenses when I slide two fingers inside her hot wetness and press her G-spot.

Her back arches when I stroke harder, lick faster. She presses a button on the phone.

Her hips buck and her inner walls tighten.

“Breathe now.”

Her breath leaves in a long, loud moan, spasms squeeze my fingers like a vise, and after a moment, she goes limp, dropping the phone to the floor.

“That was incredibly mean. And incredible. And mean.”

The noise she makes when I remove my fingers makes me want to do it all again. “How was work?”

Her eyes widen. “I’d forgotten for a second there. Fine.”

“Do you have to go in?”

“Nope. I’m yours.”

“If only.” I nibble her shoulder and she shivers.

“I know it’s none of my business, but are you seeing anyone else?”

I stop and pull back to look at her so she can see how serious I am. “I haven’t been with anyone else since the night we met.”

“Oh.” Her lips curl into a pleased smile.

With a deep breath, I take the plunge I’ve wanted to take for ages but waited for until she was ready. “I know we never discussed monogamy. And I don’t want you to feel any pressure. I’m not saying collars should come into play, but I’d be honored if you’d be exclusive with me.”

“In submission, or relationship-wise?”

I ask for half of what I want. “Submission.”

“Collaring is basically like getting married for you guys, right?”

“That’s as close an analogy as any, but I’m definitely not asking for that.” Yet.

She bites her lip. “Have you ever...?”

“Collared someone? No. I never found anyone I wanted to collar.”
Until you.

“You want me to not see anyone else while we’re training?” She walks her fingers down my chest and abs. “That feels doable.”

Her inflection on that last word goes straight to my cock, swiftly followed by her hand. Her touch is less tentative than it was last night, her boldness growing the more she accepts who she is, the more she lets me in.

“How can I want you so much?”

I don’t think she realizes she’s spoken, but her quiet words squeeze my heart. Everything I’ve experienced in life has proven how fleeting we are, how all things can be taken away. She strokes me and I close my eyes against the pleasure I never thought I’d find.

I’ve seen so much hurt and loss, I haven’t wanted to give anyone the chance to get close in case they are torn away from me too. It’s the reason I never collared or married—or even wanted to until this woman came into my life and tore my defenses down. The rawness of the emotions steals my words. She gently kneads my balls while squeezing near the head.

The first night we met, I’d thought topping her, fucking her would be fun, hot. I was not anticipating these feelings and I don’t know when they started.

But she could end up leaving me, deciding she wants to experience the lifestyle before settling down with anyone.

“Darko. Open your eyes and let me in.” The way she uses my words from last night against me brings a smile to my face.

“You are always in,
ljubav
.”

“What does
ljubav
mean?”

I bite my lip before answering. “Love.”

Sloane pushes my hands away when I move to reciprocate, then climbs on top, straddling my torso, rises and sinks down, burying my cock all the way inside in one smooth movement.

In this second, I know.

I want to marry her and collar her and fuse her life to mine. It’s incredibly selfish. She’s never experienced a complete scene with anyone other than myself. Never bonded with a Dominant, been put through their tasks and then had them hold her, stroke her hair, make love to her afterwards. I was only supposed to show her how to be a submissive, not show her how to be
my
submissive. My motivations for wanting her to stay are clouded by the strength of my emotions.

Her rocking hips kill my arguments; I reach for her breasts to regain control, but she grasps my wrists. I let her pin them to the bed, captivated by the delight in her eyes. If it’s what she wants, I will oblige. She’s experienced so much and yet knows nothing of a true D/s relationship except for what she’s read about and experienced with me. It wouldn’t be fair to tie her down, tie her to me, even if it’s what she thinks she wants.

How can I take away an opportunity from her in the name of my own selfish feelings?

She sets a greedy pace, fucking me as hard and fast as she can, tilting her hips to relieve the need deep inside, grinding her clit against the base of my shaft. Soon her eyes close and her face opens, pure pleasure radiating from her expression; this means more to her than sex.

This means as much to her as it does to me.

I wanted to bring her into this so she could find out what she is. No, I wanted to bring her into this because I wanted her. Might as well be honest with myself. I want her and she wants me.

It’s not fair to deprive her because of my own greed.

Unable to be passive for a second longer, I grab her hips and fuck her from the bottom, tossing her up with my hips, pulling her down with my hands, relishing the sound of her ass slapping against me and the sharp gasps it brings from her gorgeous mouth as the head of my cock hits somewhere new and deep inside her.

Sloane Winters is everything I never knew existed and has made me realize I can have a future that isn’t solitary.

It’s exhilarating and terrifying and hurts like hell.

Mid-thrust, I sit up, lay her on her back, and then thrust so hard her tits bounce and she screams my name and claws me tighter, trying to bring us closer even though that’s impossible. She loves it to hurt just a little bit. I love giving her what she wants.

I love her.

I refuse to rob her of the chance to experience this life outside of myself.

Her pussy clenches my cock, making it impossible to hold on. We come together, shaking, breathless, clinging to each other, too content to move.

She soothes the scratches she left on my back with gentle caresses of fingertips dancing across my skin. I kiss her until she smiles and then I bite her lip. Her eyes widen, but her grin turns devious and she grinds her hips.

I just came impossibly hard; I shouldn’t be able to go again so soon. But it’s
her
. My body can’t say no to this woman and I harden, swelling to stretch the walls inside her.

That contented smile on her face is my undoing. I want to see it every hour for the rest of my life.

She’s proven how much she trusts me. Next scene, I’m going to take her further than ever before.