Owned Forever (8 page)

She shook her head, burying her face in his shirt.

“What can I do to make it better?”

“I need you to hurt me, Grant.”

She leaned back, looking up at him with those big, blue eyes. The need inside her gaze called to him, plucking at his control, which was all but shattered beneath her tears.

“I need your help to forget.”

He understood that need. The desire for the release bindings and pain could give her. There was nothing he wanted more than to give that to her. He’d promised her as her Dom, he’d take care of her, no matter what. But with her parents on the property, wandering anywhere nearby, he held himself back.

“I don’t know, Kate.” He swept his fingers across her nape, and she leaned into his touch. The trust on her face so beautiful it tugged his heart.

“Please, Grant.” She blinked up. “I need you.”

The desperation in her eyes stabbed him in the chest. How could he deny her what she wanted so much? What she needed.

He couldn’t.

He grabbed her wrists and pulled them behind her back. Instantly, her breath sped up. The position pushed her chest out. Her nipples beaded against the thin fabric of her pretty, pink dress. His mouth watered at the look of them pointed out, desperate for his mouth. “Remember, you asked for it.”

He yanked her close to his body. His engorged cock rubbed against her soft stomach, and he sucked in a breath at the contact. Even through the layers of cloth, he felt her heat. He knew the softness of her skin, and he wanted her.

Taking a large step backward, he tugged her toward the workbench behind them. “Does my pet need to be punished?”

She nodded enthusiastically.

Grant grabbed a length of rope from the workbench. How would they survive if they didn’t live on a ranch? The easy availability of rope and whips worked really well for them.

Surveying the area, Grant looked for a proper place to tie Kate to. If he was going to push her, he wanted his hands free to enjoy himself. A sawhorse stood in the far corner, laid out for some previous chore. That was perfect. He pulled her toward it, keeping the rope easily available.

“Stay here,” he commanded.

She nodded. Her body froze where she stood. Holding a submissive down, forcing her to do what you wanted, displayed a certain amount of control. It made a submissive feel subjugated. But the real test of dominance was not in a Dom’s hands but in his word. Any dominant that could keep his sub motionless beneath just the effect of his words truly controlled his pet.

Grant had never held the same power over another sub. He’d never earned that level of trust from another submissive. It was a heady power, one he’d never thought he’d experience, and he’d fight to the death to keep it.

He walked to the other corner, grabbing a blanket from the storage closet, and threw it over the sawhorse. The blanket would protect her from any possible slivers from the rough, unworked wood. He pushed her down upon the horse and looped the rope around her wrists, all the way up to her elbows. He tightened the coils, keeping her arms close together. She leaned passively over the wooden beam, waiting for him to do his work. Her whole body lay limp and placid beneath his attentions.

“How does that feel, pet?” Grant slid his fingers between her skin and the rope, checking to make sure the bindings didn’t pinch or restrict her circulation.

“Good, Master,” she responded, already immersed in her role. Her chest rose and fell with her rapid breathing. Her lips were soft and open, her eyes half closed.

Grant stalked around her until he stood behind her. She made such a beautiful picture, bound and bent for his pleasure. Her ripe, round bottom displayed before him like a prize for the taking. Grabbing the thin, pink fabric of her dress, he shifted it up her hips, revealing her soft, creamy skin. Groaning, he stared down at her barely there panties. God, she loved to taunt him with these thongs and sheer, white lace. If she was trying to drive him crazy, she was doing a damn good job.

He smoothed his hands down her ass and along her thighs, unable to stop himself from touching her. With her gorgeous body displayed like this, it wasn’t a choice. Kate gave out a little whimper at his touch, a shiver skating across her skin and tingling up his fingers.

“Are you ready for this, pet?” He kneaded the skin of her thighs, loving the way her body relaxed beneath his touch.

“Yes please, Master.” She squirmed a little on the sawhorse, desperate for what only he could offer her. The position forced her forward until she balanced on only her tiptoes, adding to the sense of vulnerability.

Grant looked down on her. He still couldn’t believe this woman was his. She was so pure and clean and sweet, and all he wanted to do was dirty her up, hurt her. If it wasn’t for the fact that she begged him for it, cried out for the relief his pain gave her, he would have thought himself a true and complete asshole.

But he paused for a minute, not exactly sure why. They hadn’t made any rules about this, but somehow, it felt wrong to play with Kate the night before their wedding without Daniel at least knowing.

Their whole relationship balanced on a razor-thin edge of trust and understanding, and a pang in his gut couldn’t stop him from worrying this might put that all in jeopardy somehow. Though he didn’t know where the suspicion came from.

“Please, Master, I need you,” she sobbed, and any worries or fears paled in comparison to the desperation in her tone.

He couldn’t deny her, not if it was the last thing he’d ever do. His pet needed him, and he had to take care of her. That was the deal they’d made, the unspoken agreement between every Dom and sub. He wouldn’t let her down. Not again.

Daniel wasn’t into Domination and submission like Grant and Kate were. He understood why Kate came to Grant to fulfill these needs. The night before their wedding or not.

“Don’t worry, pet,” he whispered into her ear. His body crowded hers into the hard wood of the sawhorse. Beneath him, her body softened, relaxing into his control.
Good
.

He wrapped a hand around her nape, pulling her head up. He packed all the power he possessed into his voice. “I’ll give you what you need.”

He reached back and smacked her ass hard. The sound reverberated through the barn, followed by her shaky breath. He spanked her again, a little harder this time, and she jerked forward in her bounds. His heart sped up as she struggled beneath his knots, his breath rasping. She was completely under his control. Where they both wanted her to be.

“Is that what you were looking for, pet?” He gave her another punishing blow across her ass. The sawhorse rocked against the cement floor, almost buckling beneath the force of his blows against her limp body.

There was no light, easy-going Dom today. Not like when they played in front of Daniel. Grant moderated himself so as not to scare his brother, who was still new to this world. That’s not what she needed. Alone, he could let the beast inside him loose. He could push her as hard and as deep as he wanted, and no one would stop him. He almost growled at the freedom.

“Yes, Master.” She moaned softly, and his chest tightened so hard he couldn’t breathe. How could she make hurting her feel so right? Precious? He was the only Dom to give her this release, and she was the only sub who ever made him feel this powerful in return.

“Good.” He continued slapping her ass so hard his hand hurt. The pain was nothing compared to the pleasure of watching her body wiggle beneath his touch, her skin flushing bright pink.

He loved this. The way her bottom twitched. How she shivered and shook, desperate for his slaps and how her ass turned red beneath his treatment. He loved everything about it. He hit the same spot twice, giving her a more intense flare of pain, and Kate cried out before the sound morphed into a moan. She loved it too, just as much as he did. That’s what made them so perfect for each other.

Pushing aside the scrap of fabric she called underwear, he slid his fingers between her legs, teasing along her pussy lips. She moaned at the slight caress, her legs shaking. A deep growl rumbled from his chest. Damn, she was already hot and wet, desperate for him. And he was crazed for her too.

“Please, Master,” she moaned, thrusting back as far as she could in her bounds. Her ass bumped his groin, and he sucked in a breath. He was so hard he could almost plow through steel, but he ignored the tightness growing between his legs. This wasn’t for him. It was for her. To fulfill her needs. His stupid cock wouldn’t get in the way of his duty.

“What do you need, pet? Tell me.”

“I need more, Master.” Her words were thick, covered with tears, the very sound ripping at his resolve. “I need to be overwhelmed… I need to not think.”

She needed subspace, the release and relief that could be found between them. And he wanted to give that to her, almost as much as she needed it.

“Don’t you worry, pet.” He gripped her nape harder, tightening his fingers until she let out a little, breathy sigh. Her heartbeat pounded beneath his fingers, and his own heart kept pace. “I’ll take care of you.”

He reached to the workbench, extracting a six-inch remainder of a two-by-four. The wood had been used to repair the door of Bertha’s stall after she’d kicked a hole in it. But now he had a much better purpose for it.

He held the cut end toward himself, to make sure not to hurt her. Winding back, he smacked the wood against her fleshy ass. She yelped at the intense smack, her whole body twitching beneath the shock. She sucked in a deep breath and her body relaxed.

He wished he could see her eyes, then he’d know how she felt. He’d stop in a second if she didn’t like it. But he doubted that was the answer she’d give. But at this angle, all he could see were miles of beautiful, damaged flesh.

“Do you like that, pet?” He smoothed his fingers over the red welts he’d created on her behind, attempting to sooth the ache.

She nodded limply, almost like she didn’t have the energy to raise her head. Good.

He picked up the pace of his spanking, slamming the wood against her flesh mercilessly. The thump of the two-by-four hitting her rump echoed through the barn. She shrieked and cried and begged for more. Her hips thrust back, moving in time with his slaps, pushing deeper into each spank. His biceps burned from the repeated, forceful swings but kept up the pressure. This was what she needed. And he couldn’t deny her. He wouldn’t.

When her muscles turned limp, leaning her weight against the sawhorse, he stepped between her legs. Pressing her thighs apart, he spread her pussy open for him. She let out a little moan, the sound shooting straight to his groin. It took a full minute for him to regain his composure. His balls burned, needing release, but his job wasn’t done yet.

With one thrust, he shoved two fingers deep inside her, pushing her over the edge. Like a rocket, she went off, crying and screaming his name. Her pussy tightened around his fingers. Yet he continued to shove them in and out of her in quick, pounding thrusts. Her whole body shook around him, quivering across the sawhorse. He only wished she faced him. There was nothing more beautiful than the look on Kate’s face as she came.

He continued to finger-fuck her until a small moan escaped her lips. Her body collapsed, all the strength leeched from her muscles. He pulled his fingers from her and untied her hands, untwisting the rope from her arms. Her limbs swung down, limp at her sides.

She was deep down in subspace. This was when she needed him most.

Grant massaged her arms, easing the blood flow back in after being bound in one position for so long. Beneath his touch, she moaned, her sweet, quiet sounds tugging at his heart. She was soft and vulnerable like this. The gift of her submission was so beautiful he almost had trouble looking at her. He’d never be worthy of this gift. He never had been. But he’d do anything in his capabilities to prove to her he was. Whether that meant tying her up and pummeling her ass red or holding her close while she cried. He was putty in her hands. She only had to ask.

He pulled her up from the sawhorse, holding her close. Tears streamed down her face, and he brushed them away with his fingers. She blinked up at him, her big, blue eyes filled with such affection it almost struck him blind. God, how he loved her.

Twisting her around, he fit her body to his. She went easily, not in any state of mind to fight him. He tightened his arms around her, so tiny and fragile in his embrace he wanted to hold on to her forever. She nuzzled her tear-stained face into his chest, tightening the band around his heart. When she curled into him like that, all soft and warm, especially after a long session, he felt a hundred feet tall.

“Do you feel better, pet?”

She nodded against his shirt, her small body shivering in his arms. He tightened his embrace, giving her all the warmth he could offer. She lifted her gaze to his, her big eyes warm and glassy. “Thank you, Master.”

He almost groaned at her words. He loved nothing more than to hear her call him Master. Yet the way she said it, how she blinked up at him, there was no doubt in Grant’s mind, she held the power. She owned him in a way he could never own her.

“I needed that,” she whispered, her lips curling up at the ends.

Grant cupped his hand around her cheek, loving how she turned into his palm. “I’m happy to comply, pet. I’m here for you any time you need me.” He smiled, trying to add a wicked bend to his words, but they were true, down to the very base of his soul.

He tangled his fingers into her dark hair. With a sharp jerk on the strands, he tugged her mouth to his. Her lips were soft and pliable beneath his tongue. He moaned into her mouth, loving the taste of her, the feel of her in his arms. Heaven. He could never have enough.

They kissed sweetly, surprising after the session they’d just engaged in, but it felt right. A small worship to the emotions between them.

Though it almost killed Grant to pull back from their kiss, he had to. Who knew where her parents were, and they had to deal with this situation with her family, one way or another. He leaned his forehead against hers. Her soft breath wafted against his skin. Her sweet smell filled his nose.