RockYourSoul (15 page)

His long fingers pushed her hair away from her face, his
palms cradling her jaw. “I haven’t had to worry about expressing what was going
on inside my head for a long time. I’ve always been able to keep myself
separated when it came to…this. But you…you’re breaking down walls people
haven’t bothered with.” His hands moved to skim up and down her sides. “And I
very much liked when you called me Master. If you’re still agreeable to it, I’d
like you to continue using it.”

She nodded, shivering at his contact and the husky quality
of his voice as he made the request. “I think that’s because I felt the same
thing you did. The first day we saw each other something just…clicked. You
acted like this big bad Dom, but I knew there was something under the surface
that needed poking.”

“You certainly poked.” He lifted his head, brushing his lips
against hers as he laughed. “So why don’t we reset this arrangement?”

She shrugged. “Sure, it could be interesting to see your ass
rug-burned.”

“Tempting.” The sorrow in his eyes vanished, the color
altering to a deeper shade. “But I was thinking more in the area of your wrists
and my ropes.”

“Ryan—”

“The cuffs stay on, I know. I’m imaginative enough to work
around them. For now.” His finger brushed against the leather. “They will be
removed eventually.”

“Yes.” She pushed up and away, offering a hand to help him
stand.

A gleam shined in Ryan’s eyes. The authority and power
emanating from him was so overwhelming she had to swallow to steady herself.
This was what had been missing from him. She’d seen brief glances of it before,
but nothing of this magnitude. A thrill of delight shot through her body as her
gaze immediately fell to the floor.

She wasn’t exhausted anymore.

“Why don’t you give me an hour or so to take care of things
here? Go shower and change.” His strong fingers brushed over her shoulder.
“Then come back to the warehouse wearing something more appropriate. Do not
stop to chat. Do not pass go. Do not collect two hundred dollars.”

She couldn’t help but laugh at his joke as she slowly backed
out of the room.

The door clicked shut and Ryan’s gaze met the smoky hazel,
which still broke his heart to this day. “I miss you, darlin’. Miss you both so
much.”

He stepped over to the picture frame. The cold metal quickly
warmed to the temperature of his hand as he picked it up. The memory of the day
he’d taken the image still stood out in his mind, mostly because it had been
one of the most joyous moments of his life.

He’d wanted to give up the hectic lifestyle being on the
road entailed once Tobias had come along, but Lisa had insisted he continue.
She’d said he loved it too much to step away from the spotlight.

Though he’d been reluctant, he’d agreed on the condition she
and Tobias join him on the road whenever possible. He’d fallen back into the
routine the road brought to his life. The mind-numbing lull of life on the road
made it so he’d gotten complacent things would always be perfect. Then the
accident happened and his whole world had fractured in the blink of an eye.

He’d been so busy still living in the past, he’d nearly
ruined the good thing he had going with Beth. The few times he’d let true
emotion show through his dominance, everything had been perfect. Now it was
time to release his tight hold on the past and show Beth exactly what she meant
to him.

Her bright smile greeted Ryan as he opened the door.

She thrust a wrinkled piece of paper toward him. “I, um,
drew this up for you. I don’t know if you need it or anything. And it’s very
much overdue, but yeah…here.”

He unfolded the sheet, lifting an eyebrow when he saw her
ornate handwriting organized in a neat column. “Limits?” A quick glance reiterated
things he already knew.

“Hard ones, yes. You said we were starting over. It’s easier
for me to list those since there are only a few. If you like—”

“This is fine. Thank you.” He appreciated her forethought
despite the fact they’d scened together already. He wasn’t a fan of lists
simply because he enjoyed spending the time he and sub didn’t play discovering
limits naturally. They didn’t serve much of a purpose in his mind. He even
doubted the list would have headed off the panic attack she’d had a few weeks
ago.

He tucked the slip into a drawer on the small table by the
door, admitting her into the room. Gone were the simple table and chair. They’d
been replaced with a soft, deep-cushion couch and matching chair. He’d kept the
bed over in the corner since she’d expressed her interest in sleeping.

“I like it.”

“Thanks.”

“Where, ah…the picture? Please tell me you didn’t get rid of
it. I didn’t—”

“Tucked away somewhere safe for the moment. I’ll take it
back to the house later today and display it in view for everyone who comes
over. Can I take your coat?”

“Oh sure, thanks.” She started to shrug it off, but he
stopped her.

His mouth skimmed over her jaw as he pulled her leather
jacket over her shoulders, pinning her arms behind her. “We may have reset things
to make adjustments for our feelings and emotions, but my rules are still in
place, California.”

Her breathing quickened as he pulled away, her pupils
constricting. “Yes, Master.”

“I do like the sound of that.” Releasing her arms, he hung
her coat on a hook by the door. As he walked toward the couch, he rubbed his
lips, liking the way they still tingled after touching her. He liked the way
most of his body felt when she was around.

“Come here.”

She walked forward slowly, taking her time. Under normal circumstances
he would order her to speed up, but he enjoyed the roll of her hips as she
moved. The gentle sway of her breasts as she inched closer.

The tight leather vest she’d chosen to wear plunged low
between her breasts, exposing sensuous curves just begging to be teased with
his tongue. His fingers itched to drag along the slice of skin peeking between
the hem of the vest and her leather chaps.

His gaze traveled lower, grinning as he found her bare
beneath those chaps. Unable to resist he dipped his hand between her legs,
playing over her mound. “I approve of your selection, California.”

“You said appropriate. Leather seemed to fit the whole
rocker girl.”

“And fit you it does. Quite splendidly, in fact. I’m almost
hesitant to tell you to undress.” The tips of his fingers came away damp. He
watched her eyes glaze over as he lifted his hand to his mouth, taking his time
to lick away her juices. “Almost. You taste too damn good to be all bundled up
like this. Strip and then come lie down for me where the row of metal hooks
are. I’ll be back in a moment.”

She contemplated the eye-bolts secured to the floor, clearly
unsure. That was rather the point. He intended to keep her on her toes now that
they’d found level ground.

He reappeared with a bundle of ropes just as she sat.

The rope rasped against her skin, leaving a slight burn she
would feel for hours. It only added another layer to the intimate moment.
Another facet of sensation marking her, pulling her under and into his world of
submission.

He finished with her arms, settling a hand on the back of
her thigh to lift her leg. The rope circled her calf, each loop stacking on top
of the previous one as he worked to wind the rope ladder up her leg. It made
for an incredible visual in addition to the sensations it brought forth low in
her gut.

Done tying off the last circle around her leg, he opened her
legs wider to secure her so her knees were nearly to her elbows and her thighs
were free of the rope. He pulled and tied off the rope so she was completely
exposed and open for him. The spread position wasn’t for the faint of heart,
but she actually felt completely at ease. She thanked her yoga instructor for
every day he had contorted her body in some impossible position.

The contact of something against her thigh startled her, but
she couldn’t lift her head to look. Ryan’s handsome face entered into her
vision. “It’s very temping, just to keep you here like this so I can look at
you. What do you think? Would you be willing to lie there presented for me in
such a matter?”

She swallowed, enjoying the warm fire his questions ignited
in her gut. “Yes, Master.”

He chuckled softly as he pressed a light kiss against her
right cheek, then her left. His calm demeanor washed over her, comforting her.
“Always so willing to please. I wonder if you’d be so accommodating if I left
you here and invited others over just so I could show them what is mine.”

A chill washed over her skin, an ocean of gooseflesh
spreading from her neck to her toes.
On display for others to see.
She
scowled. It sounded like something Ethan would do. “I never took you for a
Master who needs to have his ego stroked.”

Ryan burst out laughing, the sound echoing all the way to
the dark corners of the room. “Feisty. I see you’ve found your courage. Which
is interesting when you consider the very compromising position you’re in right
now.”

She immediately felt ashamed when she’d dropped protocol
completely. “I’m sorry, Master.”

“I wonder if you did that just so you’d see if I’d punish
you. I will, have no doubt about that.” His head dipped between her legs as his
tongue slid against her pussy. She strained against the ropes, the pain of the
burn igniting her arousal and pushing her higher, faster than she expected.
“But not quite yet.”

He moved away, his hands skimming over her thighs and
rope-covered calves. He pressed his lips to the arch of her foot. His lips
moved to her ankle, his tongue etching a pattern on her skin next to the rope.
His soothing whispers added a seductive layer to the moment.

She fell into a quiet state, her body coming alive every
second she lay bound by his ropes. Her skin felt so sensitive. His tongue
touched her clit and her body screamed back to life, slamming from neutral to
full throttle in a matter of seconds. She couldn’t control anything, couldn’t
find a foothold in which to gain her bearings. She tugged on her arms, pulling
at the rope in frustration. The pain only intensified her pleasure, sharpening
the edge on which he’d placed her.

He broke contact.

Her body automatically reached for him as he sat back on his
heels. His intense gaze roamed all over her body, his own arousal heating the
color of his eyes to molten. She didn’t care what she looked like anymore.

She just needed.

“Please,” she begged. One of his eyebrows lifted. Through
the haze of arousal, she realized her mistake. “Please, Master. I need…” She
trailed off, losing herself to the sensation swelling through her.
Just
touch me please. Touch me so this ache stops.

“This is how I want to keep you. Dripping for me. Begging.
Willing to do anything just to have those few glorious moments of release. I
have news for you, Beth. If you want just a quick punch, a few moments of
bliss, you are going to be sorely disappointed.”

As his fingers slid into her cunt, her world went white.

Ryan watched as she imploded, as she rode his fingers as
much as his restraints would allow. Soft oaths spilled from her lips as her
muscles milked his hand. There was something so intoxicating—so glorious—about
watching her fall this out of control. She had to take what he gave her
regardless of her pleas.

He pushed his fingers into her, sliding his thumb hard
against her clit. She released a sound lost somewhere between a sigh and a
moan. She was starting to come down from her high. In his opinion, that wasn’t
acceptable. She may not have realized it, but she was on the outer edges of
subspace. A few nudges, the introduction of a little pain, and she’d easily
slip inside the intoxicating state.

He withdrew his fingers, listening to her whimper as he skimmed
the pads against his lips. “California, once again, you have to be one of the
sweetest things I have ever tasted.” He pushed his hand up her torso, cupping
one of her breasts as he continued to savor her flavor in his mouth. “All
right?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good, ’cause I’m just getting started.” Her eyes unfocused
as he tugged hard on her nipple.
Oh yes, some pain is really going to make
her crazy.
Pushing up, he pressed his body against hers, listening to her
breath quicken. The position allowed him to press the ridge of his jeans
against her. The heat and dampness wetting his jeans made him smile.

She groaned, long and hard, as he slipped his tongue between
her lips, giving her a taste of her delectable cunt. He deepened the kiss,
pushing his hips hard against her until her body tightened under his.

She could probably get off just from him grinding against
her, but the brief flash he’d glimpsed earlier was too tempting to simply
ignore. Her body strained against the ropes, reaching for more.

He pushed up and away, denying her completely.

“I do believe you just growled at me, sub.” Amused, he
stepped out of her line of sight to retrieve the flogger he’d carved recently.
He could have purchased a run-of-the-mill flogger from any sex toy shop, but he
was particular. The toys he made had to serve several purposes. The handle
curving against his palm could be used as a dildo or an anal plug depending on
the Dom’s need.

For the moment, he was more interested in the grouping of
tails hanging from the handle. Still remaining out of her sight, he slapped the
tails against his own thigh. She gasped in reaction, arching against the rope.

Oh yeah, baby, we’re going to find a hell of a lot of
enjoyment out of this.

“What are your safewords?”

“Avast for stop. Mayday if I need a breather.”

He smirked. She’d finally settled on permanent signals and
he wasn’t surprised to hear she’d chosen nautical terms. “Good girl.” He
slapped the tails against his thigh again, a thrill shooting through him as he
watched her push against the ropes.

There was something to be said for observing a submissive
struggle to process their anticipation. Someday he would have to exploit that a
bit. Find out if he could make her come without laying a finger on her.

He moved closer, tucking the flogger in his back pocket
because he didn’t want her to see it yet. His fingers brushed through her hair,
her quiet sigh washing over him as she relaxed. “Need anything?”

“No, Master.”

“Nothing at all?”

He smiled as her eyes slowly opened. “Just you, Master.”

The complete and utter trust she had shined in her eyes.
“Safewords if you can still talk, snap your fingers if you can’t get your
voice.”

“Yes, Master.” Her voice sounded even huskier than normal,
not to mention filled with longing.

Ryan stood, moving between her legs as he removed the
flogger. He waited for a few minutes, admiring her as she patiently waited for
him to start. The first slap of leather against her thigh was intoxicating. Her
quiet whimper added to the moment as he began to lay a pattern on her skin.

The strips snapped against her flesh, turning her gorgeous
tan a vibrant shade of pink. He kept the hits light, letting her get used to
the feel. After a few minutes he increased the hits, causing the pink to turn
darker. When he pulled back from one hit, he let the end of the tails brush
against her mound.

The louder her cries became, the wetter she got and the more
potent the smell of her pussy hardened his cock to steel. She challenged him,
insisting he push her even further without saying a word.

When the tails slapped hard in one particularly red spot ,
she moaned louder. A signal she’d just about reached a wonderfully euphoric
state. He wanted her slipping into subspace riding pleasure and pain, so he
pulled the last strike short and went to his knees.

She jerked at the first contact of his hand as he checked
for possible bruises or cuts. He knew as soon as he thrust into her, she’d be
gone. He wanted to watch the first time and make certain she was safe, so he
flipped around the handle of the flogger, pressing the release to drop the
tail. The flogger was safer as he didn’t completely trust himself if he did
slide inside the tempting heat of her pussy.

He used his knee to scoot the tails out of the way as he
reached for a condom. Still keeping one hand on her, he slid the thin latex
into place over the custom-made toy. He spread her labia with two fingers,
teasing her with the tapered hardness until she was panting.

He pressed against the heat of her skin where she’d taken
the lashes from the flogger. When she hissed, he thrust the toy inside her,
watching as she rocketed into subspace riding a mixture of pleasure and pain.

He adjusted his position so he had a clear view of her face,
slowly sliding the converted handle inside her with even strokes. Her hips
arched with the movement as she tried to encourage him, telling him what she
wanted. What he wanted was to push her further into subspace.

He gave her a few quick and shallow thrusts, listening as
she cursed his name.

At least she was still coherent.

Repositioning again, eyes still on her face, he tapped his
hand lightly against the back of her thigh. The skin was still hot from the
flogger, which would make the pain-pleasure line even sharper. She gasped, a
tremor shaking her body. Her voice caught as her head tilted back, breaking eye
contact.