Penance (Long Slow Tease, #2) (36 page)

“
I like the toys you picked out for me to play with,” she said in a soft voice while continuing to touch him, her gentle caress awakening his body.

“Thank you, Domina.”

“Tell me, when Petrov was training you, did you think about what it would be like to be on the receiving end of all those delicious torments? Were you jealous of the submissive that got to be taken to such wonderful places with those painful toys?”

“I
…yes and no.”

She gave his as
s a brisk slap that did wonderful things to his nervous system. “Explain.”

“I wasn’t jealous of the submissives that I trained with, because I had no desire to let anyone but you do those things to me. It was only when I imagined your hand wielding the flogger, your touch on my body that I’d get hard.”

Reaching around his waist, she grasped his cock and began to stroke him with slow, excruciating strokes. “After the sessions, did you touch yourself and think about me?”

“Always.” He grit his teeth, trying to fight back the need to come already. “Domina, I won’t last long.”

“Yes, you will, Wyatt.” She cupped his balls and he snarled. “But since you’re so close to the edge already, I think we’ll need to do something to help your lack of self-control.”

Her heat left his back and he knew better than to turn and watch her, but damn he was tempted.
His thoughts raced as he tried to imagine what she would do to him, demand of him, and even though his mind was going at a thousand miles an hour his body was strangely relaxed. In fact, he felt oddly comfortable, like this is the way things were supposed to be. While he’d enjoyed the sexual aspect of topping Michelle, it never felt natural. Not to say he wouldn’t torture her with orgasm denial until she screamed for mercy if that was what she needed, but he would never do it for his own pleasure.

A moment later her slender hands wrapped around his cock and he looked as much as he could without moving his head. He had a brief glimpse of a black rubber cock ring before she wet one of her hands and
lubed him up with her spit and slid the tight band down his cock. That little bit of rubber would keep him from ejaculating until she allowed it, giving her the chance to work him into a frenzy before granting him his release.

He couldn’t fucking wait.

She released him, and a moment later, the soft thud of the falls of the flogger brushed over his ass, warming his skin and drawing his attention back to his body. He could see her in his mind, the way her expression would become at once cold and intense, how her lips would thin as she focused on his body, on his reactions. Starting slowly at first, she worked him to the point that the slap of the falls on his ass actually hurt, but he planted his hands on the wall and fought the need to flinch away from her hits.

Her strikes picked up until he was pretty sure she was twirling the flogger against his skin, an almost constant brushing that was at once annoying and wonderful. The first burst of adrenaline and the amazing hormones his body released to counteract the pain filled him, scouring his blood, sending him deeper into his
physical self, making him ride the waves of intensely arousing pain. His breathing picked up and he thrust his ass out, wanting more, wanting her to own him, to take him, to make him hers over and over again until she never doubted who he belonged to again.

Sweat broke out over his body and he grunted as she flicked the flogger between his legs, catching his balls and making him flinch.

“You are so beautiful,” she said in a soft, almost reverent voice.

He couldn’t respond, too overcome by emotions. When the sting of the flogger didn’t return he sagged slightly, trying to control his breathing so he didn’t sound like a winded horse, but it was next to impossible. He startled when something cold drizzled down the crack of his ass, then groaned loud and long when her slender fingers began to work the lube into his anus. The startlingly pleasurable sensation of her playing with his ass felt so fucking good that he found himself arching his back, needing more, needing her to take him. The only thing he could even begin to think about was his body and he was eternally grateful to Michelle for the gift of clearing away all the bullshit, of replacing his fear with her love.

“I’m going to use one of the toys you picked out for me, Wyatt. You did a good job selecting this vibrator, something that will please both Mistress and slave.” Her voice took on a hard, hungry edge. “I’m going to fuck you with this lovely strap on until I can’t come anymore. You’re going to feel me orgasm against you again and again, but I’m not going to allow you your release. I want you mindless by the time I’m done taking your ass, begging and pleading for the privilege of your climax.”

“
Shit, please,” he whispered, not sure if he was pleading with her to fuck him, for her to orgasm, or for her to allow him to come.

The low hum of the vibrator filled the air and she grasped his butt with one hand. “Bend. Give it to me.”

He took a step back and thrust his ass out at her, widening his stance so she could have better access to that sensitive part of his body. Without preamble she lined the vibrator up with his anus and began to push in. The initial burn was more intense because he hadn’t been stretched out first, but that only made it all the more pleasurable in a fucked up way.

She slapped his ass, hard, over the skin already sensitized by the flogging. “Relax, give yourself to me, Wyatt. Please your
Domina.”

“Fuck,” he groaned and tried to do what she asked, but the burn inside and out made it difficult.

“Fine, you want to fight me then I’ll just take you.”

Thank God she’d lubed the hell out of his ass, because when she shoved the slender vibrator in all the way with one surprisingly strong push of her hips he yelled. She reached around to the front of his body, toying with his cock while she pressed her breasts into his back, the warmth of her skin letting him know she’d lost his shirt
that she’d been wearing at some point. The hard drag of her nipples felt incredible and he found himself quickly sinking deeper into their connection, becoming hyper aware of her every move even as a strange haziness seemed to dull his mind.

“There we go. You’re so tight, Wyatt, my little virgin.” She nipped his shoulder and began to pump his cock. “So nice and hard for me.”

Her breathing increased and she rubbed her hips in a slow circle, no doubt grinding the vibrator against her clit. Less than five seconds later she cried out and shuddered against him, her hand gripping his cock hard enough to ache, but the feeling of her coming against him almost had him climaxing despite the band cutting off his blood flow. She moaned and writhed against him, letting his body support her weight while she found her pleasure.

“Mmmm,
so good, again,” she purred and began to thrust in and out of his body.

By this time he was pretty sure he was either going to pass out from the need to come, or his dick was going to explode. A raw, savage hunger filled him and he found himself thrusting back against her, grinding his ass against her hips, clenching his teeth as she stroked him. Their bodies fell into a perfect rhythm of give and take and he bit his inner cheek when she climaxed again, her harsh thrusts hurting so damn good.
She came a third time before finally stilling behind him, her body limp against his.

With a surprisingly gentle touch she removed the vibrator from his ass, leaving him a sweaty, panting mess. His whole body buzzed and the need to come was a hot, tight burn at the base of his spine, flooding him with hormones until he swore his skin was sensitive enough to feel the slightest breeze. God he ached, ached to find his release, but he would prove to his Domina that he was strong enough to give her all the pleasure she demanded. He belonged to her, all of him, and he would not disappoint her.

“Wyatt,” she said in a low, warm voice. “Come to me.”

He turned and his knees almost gave out as he got an eyeful of her beautiful
, swollen pussy between her spread legs. She lay back against the pillows of the bed, naked and reaching out to him with one hand. He was embarrassed at the way his legs trembled as he approached her, but she slayed him with a look. God he’d missed this, missed losing himself in her, missed this soul deep connection between them that came from intense BDSM play.

The look in her eyes, hunger mixed with love and trust, humbled him. A need to let her know how much she meant to him, how much he adored her filled him but his mind couldn’t form words at the moment so he went on gut instinct. Crawling onto the bed he began to kiss her feet, licking her little dainty toes and growling in approval as she let out a soft moan.

The smell of her release tormented him and he looked up at her. “Domina, may I taste you?”

Heat flared in her eyes and she nodded. “You may.”

“Thank fuck,” he whispered, but it must have been loud enough for her to hear because she chuckled.

Grasping her firm ass with both hands, he lifted her pussy to his mouth and began to eat it with a ravenous greed that had her crying out and clutching at his head. He lapped at her
sex, licking up all her delicious cream, then began to suckle on her clit while rubbing his tongue over that tight little bud. The more he sucked, the harder it got until she was crying out his name and grinding her sex against his mouth. Her juice flooded his taste buds and he drank down every drop, his cock aching like an open wound with the need to be inside of her.

Right before she was about to climax she ripped his face away from her hot little cunt and snarled, “Fuck me.”

He moved over her, placing his arms on either side of her head then, lining his cock up and only holding himself back at the last second from pounding into her. No, he had to make this good for her, had to give her the pleasure she deserved. He leaned forward and tucked the head of his cock against her entrance before laying fully down on her body, trapping her beneath him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and shifted her hips, helping him slide into her tight, welcoming heat.

So soft and silky wet, her pussy grasped his cock and he moaned, her body fitting against his perfectly.

He pulled back and rocked into her, and after less than a dozen strokes she came again, whispering his name. Unable to stand it anymore, he leaned up and moved her so her ass sat on his thighs, her movements restricted as he used her body to fuck. Gripping her hips, he began to pound into her, growling out as she arched beneath him and tried to work her body against his as best she could. A low, sexy moan worked its way out of her and she bit her lower lip, her pussy squeezing harder on him.

“Wyatt, wait,” she said.

It was almost impossible to stop moving, the best he could do was bury himself in her. She reached beneath the pillow and pulled out a set of safety scissors. “Cut the cock ring off. I want you to fill me up with your come.”

He almost came right then and there, so aroused his entire body tingled with erotic fire. After a quick snip the cock ring fell away and he lunged into her, hammering her pussy while she urged him to take her harder, faster. Then she began to bite him, hard enough that he wondered if she’d made him bleed, but not caring because he
wanted her teeth marks on him, wanted that visible reminder that he was hers to do with as she wished. She owned him, heart and soul.

“Oh, God, Wyatt, I’m going to come again. Come with me.”

He buried his face against her slender throat and sank his teeth into her skin, holding on tight as she screamed and came apart beneath him. Bright lights burst beneath his closed eyelids as he threw his head back and roared when the first agonizingly good burst of his climax ripped through him, an endless series of waves of intense pleasure that had him jerking against Michelle, trying to get as deep as he could into her body, drowning in his love for her as she held him close and placed gentle kisses on every part of his body she could reach.

“I love you so much,” she whispered. “You’re my life.”

Words failed him once again and he slumped onto her, rolling just enough so he wouldn’t suffocate her, but keeping his still hard cock in her body. When he managed to open his eyes he found her watching him and smiled, a sense of rightness that had been missing from his life finally falling back into place. As they gazed into each other’s eyes he promised himself that he would never, ever, be separated from her again.

Michelle sat at the small kitchen table of the beach house with Mud and Tuba both somehow managing to lay at her feet. She absently rubbed each dog with one foot, barely registering their soft fur against her toes. Outside it looked like it was going to be another glorious sunset and she tapped her pen against her lips, trying to figure out what she wanted to write down on the blank stationery before her. Earlier in the day she’d gone to a local boutique that made specialty paper and had selected a beautiful cream stationery with delicate orange and gold pressed flowers somehow mixed into the paper.

The moment she saw it she knew Owen would like it, which made it perfect for her letter to him. She found the act of writing letters to people that would never get them to be therapeutic. Well, her mother would never get the ones Michelle wrote her, but she’d let her therapist read them. To her surprise she found that she was actually looking forward to her appointments with L
isa now, that talking with her was making a real difference in her life. Their conversations weren’t magic, nothing was cured overnight, but she was beginning to be able to see why she did some of the crazy shit she did, why she had such a hard time accepting that Wyatt loved her.