Mastered 2: Ten Tales of Sensual Surrender (62 page)

She could see how much he wanted her and felt a heady rush of power she hadn’t known in so long.

He licked her slit slowly, deeply.  He delved inside her again, then licked her again.  And again.  And again.  Corinne strained in his grasp but he didn’t release her.  She thrashed from side to side on the mattress.  She’d just come hard yet she could feel her orgasm building again.

Nate swirled his tongue on her.   He sucked the tight bud into his mouth.  Corinne moaned and arched against him.  She was close.  So close . . . just a little more . . .

“Come for me, Corinne.  Come for me now.”

He nipped her clit.   Corinne cried out, rocked by another orgasm. While she was still trembling from the aftershocks of her climax, Nate moved back up her body.  He braced himself above her, his biceps bulging as he held his weight from her.

“Taste yourself on me,” he said.

His words were bitten out, his voice hoarse, guttural.  He stuck his tongue in her mouth and caressed hers.  She made a soft mewling sound.

Nate broke away from her. He removed his boxers.  His erection, thick and long, rose high, pressing against his taut, ridged abdomen.  He was huge.  She thought of Steven and how he used that part of himself as a weapon . . .

“Who are you with, Corinne?”

Nate’s tone was sharp, yanking her back from her dark thoughts.  “Nate.”

“Touch me, Corinne.  I want you to get to know me.  I want you to see what you do to me, you and only you.”

Hands shaking, she rose onto an elbow.  Though Nate looked like he was at the end of his endurance, he stood unmoving at the side of the bed as Corinne reached out and carefully curled one hand around him.  He was too large for her to get all the way around him with just one hand.

He shut his eyes tightly and groaned long and low at her tentative touch.   He was thick and hard and pulsing.  The head of his erection glistened with a dot of pre-come.

The longer she held him, the more liquid seeped from him.  His erection bucked in her grasp.  As she watched him, his skin tightened over his features and he hissed out a sharp breath.

Seeing her effect on him was enlightening.  Nate had told her that the true power in a Dominant/submissive relationship was with the sub.  She hadn’t understood that, had certainly never experienced it.  But Nate didn’t make her feel like a thing.  He made her feel like a woman.  His woman.  He was putting action to his words, showing her that his pleasure was every bit as connected to hers as hers was to his.

He wanted her and she wanted nothing more than to pleasure him.   She leaned over him, but looked up at him asking for his permission.

Nate nodded.  “Take me into your gorgeous mouth, sweetheart.”

At the first hot slide of her lips over his erection, Nate shuddered and groaned again, a sound that seemed pulled from the very depths of him.

“You are so sweet,” he said.  “Just like that.”

His praise filled her soul.  Corinne wrapped both hands around him, gripping him tightly as she worked her mouth up and down his length.  His erection began to leak in a steady stream and she licked the liquid trailing down him with long slow swirls of her tongue.

His erection swelled even larger in her mouth.  Her pussy clenched and throbbed and she squirmed, aroused again.  Small sounds that were growing louder came from her as her own pleasure increased.

Corinne’s cheeks hollowed as she drew him in, took him deeper, all the way to the back of her throat and held him there.  She wanted him as deep as she could take him.  She breathed deeply through her nose, wanting to hold him in her mouth, on her tongue for as long as she could.  She wanted to give him ultimate pleasure.  Nate threw his head back and sucked in air as if his lungs were starved for breath.

Nate reached out and thumbed her nipples.  One bore the mark were he’d bitten her and she felt the sting when he touched her there now.  Her pleasure swelled. She sucked in her breath

Her points flushed red and beaded, becoming as hard as diamonds.  Nate moved one thumb to her core and used his skill there.  One stroke, then a second, and she was dripping.  She released a long moan.

“Enough, baby.”

Nate’s fingers tangled in her hair and he drew her head back from him.  His chest was heaving with his harsh, shallow breaths.  All of his hard, thick muscles were coiled taut and bulging with strain.

He stretched out on the bed beside her and held her gaze.  “I want you to know every part of me, sweetheart.  Touch me wherever you like.  Do whatever you like.”

Corinne got up on her knees and moved next to him, eager to look and touch.  Nate had a scar that arced over one shoulder.  Another jagged line marked his thigh.  It hurt her to think of how he’d acquired them but rather than detract from his appeal, they only made him more beautiful to her.  She knew Nate’s six pack and hard packed muscles weren’t because he spent time in a gym but because of a rigorous training schedule that kept him alive.

His body was hard, tough, his muscles clearly delineated.  She couldn’t wait any longer to touch him.  Slowly, she placed her palms on his chest, then glanced up quickly, testing his reaction.  He nodded.

She leaned over him, her long hair fell over his shoulders and pecs.  She moved her hands across his shoulders, bending to kiss the scar on his left one then moved to his hard pecs and abs.  She touched every ridged muscle and ran her fingers over each line of the tattoo that went from his right shoulder to his elbow that she’d been desperate to touch.

As her hands traveled over him, Nate’s eyes glittered then went dark with lust.

His legs were thick with muscle.  She pressed her lips to the scar on his thigh.  At his sides,  Nate’s fingers curled then uncurled and he blew out a long, loud breath.

His lips were pulled in a tight line.  She traced her fingertip across the seam of his lips then touched her mouth to his.  The kiss began soft and tender.  Though she could feel him straining against the tight leash he had himself on, Nate remained pliant, allowing her to direct the pace.

One kiss wasn’t enough.  She deepened the kiss, licking his lips for him to part them.  Once he did, she stroked his tongue then sucked it hard, so desperate, so hungry for him she didn’t think she’d ever have her fill.  She coiled her fingers in his hair, and held tight to him, slanting her mouth over his.

Gulping air, she broke the kiss.  “Nate, I want you.”

His eyes blazed and fixed on her.  “I’m right here. Take me in your hand and to where you want me.”

He was giving her control of his penetration . . .

Gently, she brought him to her.  Nate shivered at her handling of him.  Teeth gritted, he squeezed his eyes shut.  His erection kicked in her hand, continued to jerk but he maintained his position, continued to give her free rein.

She straddled him then fitted him to her entrance.  She rose onto her knees and slowly slid down on him.  He was so stiff, so hard. Thick and long he filled her.

Nate made a choked sound and seized the sheets, his knuckles whitening with the force of his grip.

Corinne began to move up and down on him.  Nate’s jaw clenched.  She could hear him biting down on his back teeth.

Throwing her head back, she moved faster and deeper.  Her nerve endings felt electrified.  Wave after wave of sensation went through her.  Her eyelids fluttered.

Her flesh slapped against his. She was wild now, racing to her climax.  She bucked and strained, but couldn’t come.  She made a soft sound of desperation.

With lightning speed, Nate reversed their positions.  Bracing himself above her, the muscles in his thick neck strained and bulged.  His eyes went as dark as she’d ever seen them.  But despite his own obviously raging desire, he probed her entrance carefully, softly prodding her, testing her readiness.

She was ready.  More than ready.

Because Nate had made sure she would be.  He was breaking down her barriers one by one.

Gently, he penetrated her.  Corinne’s body jolted.  She clamped around him.

“You’re so tight.”  His body tightened with tension.  He hissed out a breath. “Sweet mercy, baby.  You’re so incredibly tight.”

He rocked in and out of her slowly rather than ramming into her.  But she wanted all of him inside her and arched up to meet him.

Nate went still for an instant that elicited a whimper from her then thrust hard and deep sending Corinne up the mattress to the headboard.  He changed the angle of his thrust so his rock hard erection brushed her clit with each stroke.

Nate thrust hard again, the length and the tip of him sparking every nerve ending.  His back and forth movement sent her soaring to another dizzying height.

“Come, Corinne.  I want you to come.”

Nate crushed his mouth to hers.  He squeezed her nipple and twisted.  A light, like a sunburst, flared behind her eyes and she screamed out her completion.  Nate’s own hoarse shout followed.

Chapter Nine

Corinne’s eyes were heavy-lidded.  Her cheeks flushed.  She looked like a woman who’d been pleasured and pleasured well.  Nate smiled, feeling completely happy and yes, smug that he was the man who’d brought her to pleasure.

He ran a knuckle down her cheek.  “I promised you dinner.  You ready to eat?”

She turned that beautiful passion-dazed gaze on him and it hit him in both his heart and his cock.

“I’m not sure I can move,” she said.

He was still deep inside her.  He wasn’t sure he had the strength to move either.  He was sure
he didn’t want to, but he’d force himself.  She needed to eat. With a groan he withdrew from the tight clasp of her body.  Their mutual trapped fluids spilled out.

“Oh.  That’s messy.” Corinne lowered her gaze and red filled her cheeks.

Nate tipped up her chin. “Making love is messy if it’s done right.”

He eased off her and returned with a wet, soapy washcloth to cleanse her.  Once he had, he left her to return to the adjoining bathroom and attend to himself.

By the time he had washed and dressed, Corinne was no longer in his bedroom.  He found her in the kitchen.  She was at the counter also fully dressed and turned at his entrance.

“I think these steaks I found marinating in the fridge are for us?” At his nod, she went on. “I have potatoes ready to go in the oven if that’s all right and I can use the lettuce and other veggies I found to make a salad, if you’d like?”

She was so tentative, so unsure.  It made him want to pound Steven into dust.  Nate went to her, couldn’t help himself from tipping up her chin and kissing her.  He brought her close.  She was so small in his arms, barely reaching his shoulder.  His need to possess her, to own her fully, and God, yes, his need to protect her surged.

He ran his thumb across her lips.  “You bet I like.  I like anything at all when it comes to you.”

Again, her cheeks went pink as if any kind of praise or compliment was something new to her.  Nate’s rage sparked thinking of how Steven had caused her to doubt herself.  Of all the things Steven had done to her, and Nate knew he didn’t have the full list and likely never would, undermining her self-confidence was the worst.

He wanted her to regain the self-assurance and the spirit she’d had before Steven’s abuse had made her fearful and uncertain.  He wanted her submissive, yes, but not cowed and God, not afraid of him, never afraid of him.  He loved that she had spirit, had admired that in her and envied Steven.

Nate wanted her strong, with her own thoughts, opinions and her own desires.  Desires he intended to explore, to nurture.  He wanted her to thrive under his dominance.

He’d thought they’d taken a step in that direction today, but she bit her lower lip and now again, uncertainty filled her eyes.  She wanted to say something to him, but was holding herself back.

“Corinne, whatever’s on your mind, you can tell me.  Ask me.”  He hated that because of Steven Nate had to add,  “You don’t ever have to be worried you’ll piss me off and I’ll take that anger out on you when we play.”

She studied him then slowly licked her lower lip.  She hadn’t done it to entice him, he knew, but out of nerves.  Still, seeing that sweet tongue brought back when it was sweeping across his cock a few minutes earlier, and he got rock hard again.  “What is it baby?”

“You knew exactly what I needed to orgasm.”

Nate lifted a brow.  “You mean the bite of pain with the pleasure.”  He said it as a statement not a question.  Yes, he did know.  As her Dom he was supposed to know. But he kept his response light.  He winked at her.  “Happy to oblige.”  She looked stricken. His response hadn’t eased her.  This was gnawing at her.  “As your Dom I’m supposed to know what triggers will give you the sweetest pleasure.  I’m supposed to know what to do to elicit the response from you that I want and make no mistake, your pleasure is the response I want.  Never doubt that.”

She hugged herself.  “It scares me, Nate.”  The words sounded ripped from her.  “This need inside me scares me.  I’ve been asking myself if I say one thing while my body says another.  If I . . . brought what Steven did to me on myself.” Her voice cracked.  “Steven was my first Dom, my only Dom.  He was the one who taught me about the lifestyle.  He recognized that I was submissive, that I craved dominance.

“But the way he was with me . . . he said he had subs before but he wasn’t like that with them.  He said that there was something in me that brought out that side of him.  Something in me that needed, craved what he did to me.  I keep asking myself if he was right.  If I brought what he did to me on myself.”

She closed her eyes tightly for an instant and when she opened them they shone with tears.  “And I’m afraid that the longer you and I are together, whatever part of me that made Steven do what he did, will make you want to hurt me too.”

Seeing her in such pain, Nate felt as if his heart were being ripped from his chest.  Steven had fucked with her head in ways Nate had never imagined.  It was a wonder he hadn’t broken her completely.  If Corinne had been less than she was, Steven surely would have.

Nate had to fight to control the rage he was feeling.  This wasn’t about him and his fury. This was about her.

As hard as it was for Nate to hear, it was progress that she felt comfortable opening up to him about her time with Steven and just how deep her fears ran.  This was the first time she ever had.  It was a sign of trust.

Nate banded his arms around her and brought her flush against him.  He could feel her trembling in his arms.  “Steven used your need against you as an excuse to hurt you.  Put any blame off yourself and squarely on him.  You didn’t do anything wrong in your submission.  This is his epic fail as a Dom and as a man.” Nate looked down at her, willing her to see the truth of his words in his eyes.  “There is nothing in you that would compel a man, a Dom, to hurt you.  There is nothing in you that will ever make me hurt you.”

Her eyes overflowed with tears. Nate pulled her tight against him again, wrapping his arms around her, standing between her and anything that would hurt her.  God help the man who would try to harm her.

Her tears soaked into his T-shirt.  Nate closed his eyes.  Her pain cut him as nothing else could and he felt as if his insides were bleeding.  He could only hope that her tears were cathartic and another step away from the nightmare of her past.

Eventually, she drew back from him.  She swiped at her damp eyes and cheeks.  “I’ll start on the salad.”

“Leave it for now.  Let’s get a pair of my sweats on you and a jacket.  Your dress isn’t warm.  Once you’ve changed, come out on the back deck with me and stay with me while I grill the steaks.  I want you in my arms.”

She looked at him as if he’d just handed her the stars, then she pressed tight against him.  It was the first time she’d initiated any contact between them.  The significance that she’d reached out to him wasn’t lost on Nate and his heart did a slow roll.  He wound his arms around her, holding her as tightly as he could without hurting her.  Nothing felt more right than having her in his arms.

She was quiet while he grilled the steaks then during dinner, lost in her own thoughts.  Nate damned Steven to hell.

Corinne was starting the cleanup, rinsing plates then stacking them in the dishwasher.

Nate took a plate from her, leaving it on the counter.  “I’ll get to those later.”  He took her hand loosely in his.  “How about taking in a movie? We can go out or rent one.  Your choice about that and the movie.”

“I’d love to just stay in and watch something here.”

She looked pale and fragile and though she looked adorable in his oversized clothing, it struck him just how small and delicate she was.  He smoothed her hair back from her brow and kissed her lightly. “Then that’s what we’ll do.”

In his living room, Nate picked up the remote and scrolled the rental movies on offer.

“You said it was my choice?” Corinne asked.

“Yup. Any movie you want.”

She gave him a small, shy smile and chose a romantic comedy, a definite chick flick.  Nate was watching her closely and saw the glimmer of light that filled her eyes for an instant. She was teasing him with that choice.  It was so unlike her, or more accurately, unlike the Corinne she’d become because of Steven.  Nate felt s smile split his face and he felt lighter than he had in the two years since Corinne had run to him.  In Nate’s mind, he shouted a “Fuck You” to Steven.  Despite all Steven had done to her, Corinne was making her way back.

Once the choice had been made, Nate popped corn.  He put the big bowl of popcorn on the table then settled on the couch and opened his arms and Corinne went into them.  He started the movie.

The couple on the screen was just getting to their first romantic entanglement when Corinne closed her eyes . . .

* * *

Corinne woke to kisses on her cheeks and brow.  She opened her eyes.  For an instant, she panicked.  Where was she?  Then Nate’s face came into focus above hers.

“You’re okay.” Nate stroked her cheek with the tip of his finger.  “You’re with me at my place.”

Of course.  The wonderful evening they’d shared came back to her.  Steven and all she’d shared with Nate about her submission came back to her as well.   A coldness swept through her.  She fought back thoughts of Steven.  He had no place in the here and now with Nate. 
Steven had no place with her and Nate.
  She had to keep telling herself that over and over until she wouldn’t need to anymore because Steven would be gone from her mind.  But even as she told herself that now, another chill came over her.

Nate’s gaze was on her as sharp as a laser, his concern evident.  “Baby, you cold?”

She didn’t want him to worry and shook her head.  “I’m fine. I’m just sorry I fell asleep.”

Nate pushed hair gently back from her forehead.  “No need to be.”  He lowered his brows in a mock-stern expression.  “Though you did leave me with that awful movie.”

Corinne’s lips twitched.  “How did it turn out?”

He narrowed his eyes and bared his teeth in an evil smile that had her laughing.  “I think I’ll let you watch it to find out.”

Nate brushed his fingertips across her lips then kissed her, lightly at first then deepening the kiss when she kissed him back.  His breath had become faster, as had hers, when he drew back.

“Time to take you home,” he said

The stab of regret and sorrow that the evening was at an end blindsided her.  Her face must have revealed her thoughts.

Nate brushed his thumb gently across her lips. “You know you can spend the night.”

The idea of staying with Nate no longer sounded like an impossible dream.  She wanted to stay.  Really wanted to.  She wasn’t ready for that yet.  But one day soon she believed she would be.   That belief had the hope inside her that she would be able to conquer her fears and put the past behind burning a little brighter.  “Not tonight.”  Holding his gaze she added,  “Not yet.”

Nate eyes warmed on her.  “The offer stands.  Anytime.” He pressed a kiss to her palm.  “I’ll drive you home.  Leave your car here.  I’ll pick you up in the morning.  Take you out for breakfast and we’ll spend the day together.”

She would love nothing more but . . . “I’m working the day shift and then I need to study.  I have an exam coming up.”  Recalling Steven’s anger at her talk of school and his dictate that she quit, she felt nervous telling Nate about her exam and her stomach clutched.

Nate’s eyes narrowed.  “Whatever you’re thinking, I can see it isn’t good.”

“It’s just that I didn’t know how you’d feel about me taking time away from you to study.”

Nate’s eyes narrowed further.  “Now you’re just pissing me off.”

Corinne’s cheeks heated with shame.  “I’m sorry.  I should have known you wouldn’t object.  You’ve never been anything but supportive.”

“In time you will know.”  He gave her another of his mock-stern looks.  “Don’t let it happen again.”

Tears filled her eyes at his easy acceptance.

“Hey, baby, what’s this?”  He framed her face between his palms and kissed the damp spots on her cheeks.

She shook her head. “I’m a weepy mess today.  Ignore me.”

“Not while I’m still breathing will I ever ignore you or downplay your feelings.  I won’t let anyone else do that either, including you.”  He kissed her brow, his lips lingering.  “Come on.  Let’s get you home so you can get a good night’s sleep and be ready to crack those books tomorrow.”