Waiting for Me (7 page)

“Good girl.” I put her to the test. “Now take off your clothes.”

I expected wide eyes. Or a peevish, ‘All of them?’. Instead, she scrambled out of
her clothes like she couldn't get out of them fast enough. Standing before me, every
part of her bare and perfect, she quickly covered herself as best she could with her
arms, blushing hard. I circled behind her, drinking up the round curve of her bottom
before I smacked her right ass cheek. She gasped, out of shock more than pain. She'd
already forgotten a rule which meant I had the right to do much more, but I wouldn't
throw her in the deep end just yet.

I leaned down, my lips level to her ear. I waited a moment, slowly rubbing the area
I spanked until her muscles relaxed. “Hands behind your back until I say otherwise.”

She promptly obeyed. “Yes sir.”

I kissed her shoulder. She was learning quickly. “Remain here, eyes forward. I'll
be just a moment.”

I left her, striding toward the closet. I paused, throwing a quick look over my shoulder
to see if she was tempted to disobey, but her eyes were steadfast on the bed. I swear
I could see the gears churning, smell her arousal for what was to come from several
feet away.

I couldn't wait to take her.

I stepped into the closet, my eyes dropping to the leather chest tucked neatly against
the wall. I lifted the heavy lid and scanned the erotic contents. Handcuffs, silk
rope, floggers and a riding crop. I had sterile items that were still in the packaging,
butt plugs that ranged from 'this is my first time' to 'stretch me to the max'. Bullet
vibrators. I smiled and picked up the nipple clamps and grabbed the role of bondage
tape. My erection tented the front of my pants to the point of discomfort, so I shed
them and got back to my little sub.

She was still looking forward, her side profile a journey of small and wide curves.
She hitched a breath when I gripped her ass, nipping her shoulder as I bit back a
growl. God, she was beautiful like this. Tailor made for me with her pert little tits
and her round hips and ass.

I showed her the items I would be using on her, holding up the round circle of black
tape first. “This is bondage tape.” She arched an eyebrow and I answered the question
before she even asked it. “It looks like duct tape, but it adheres to itself. When—”
I smiled darkly. “
If
I remove it, you won't experience discomfort.”

Her eyes flickered to the clamps, then doubled in size.

I opened the pincher and closed it. “These, I'm afraid, can be just as fearsome as
they look.”

Her lips parted, nostrils flaring with worry.

I cupped her cheek, staring deep into her eyes. “Do you trust me?”

She nibbled her bottom lip. “This is insane, but yes. Sir,” she added quickly.

I scooped her hair behind her shoulders, her milky white tits and nipples begging
to be touched tenderly and torturously. I decided to go with the second item first.
I held her right breast and closed the clamp around her pink peak. She howled in pain
until I adjusted it and when I looked into her eyes I saw a feral need that clawed
inside me too. As much as I wanted to leave it unspoken, communication was important
and necessary during play.

“How do you feel?”

She swallowed hard. “It hurts...but it hurts so good,” she sighed.

I pulsed behind my boxers as I applied the clamp to her second nipple. Her shuddering
and hissing of pain melted into a suppressed moan of need. Her heavy breathing made
her breasts shudder and the silver chain glittered and swayed ever so slightly.

I pried my eyes away from how beautifully erotic she looked and stepped behind her,
wrapping her wrists in the tape. I left her a small range of motion, but tight enough
that she knew her place.

I took a picture of her in my mind, something to remember this moment, and her beautiful
submission by.

I pulled off my boxers. “Look at what you do to me.”

She looked down and a smile spread across her lips. I was so hard, my balls tight
and ready for release, but I had two holes to fuck before I'd let go.

I sat on the edge of the bed, slowly stroking my cock as she stroked it with her eyes.
“Come suck me.”

She walked over to me and before she lowered to her knees I gave her nipple clamp
chain a tug that she answered with a groan.

She sunk to her knees, pulling at the hands tied behind her back, clearly used to
taking charge when she gave head. But I held the shaft, guiding it into her open mouth.
Her lips wrapped around me and pleasure shot through me like a bullet. Her mouth was
warm and cradled me, drawing her lips up and down my shaft; wetting me with her tongue,
her saliva coating me as she sucked. I held the sides of her head, thrusting deeper.
Slowly at first, letting her breathe and get used to my thickness, then faster and
without mercy. I wanted to come, explode in her mouth, but I wanted to be inside her.
I wanted her to ride me.

I fisted her hair and pulled her mouth from me, holding her gaze. “Ride me.”

Her lips were red and lush and I could tell she was wondering about the logistics
with her hands behind her back. I snapped her out of her thoughts, tugging on the
clamps until her mouth opened in a silent cry of pain and elation.

“Don't make me repeat myself,” I said sternly. I released the chain. “Climb on top
and ride me.”

I eased backward onto the bed, holding my cock steady as she rose to her feet. She
was unsure of herself at first, getting used to her binds. She slowly climbed onto
the bed.

“Melissa.” She looked up at me, her nerves branded all over her body. I gave her a
reassuring smile.  “I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you.”

She sunk her teeth into her bottom lip, but I saw the smile as she straightened her
spine. I saw her beautiful pussy, a thin strip of golden hair glistening with her
desire as she posed one knee on the bed and angled her body above mine. Still biting
her lip, she slowly lowered herself. I guided myself inside her, pleasure storming
every sense. We both savored the feeling, me sheathed completely inside of her, our
bodies as close as two bodies can be.

And then she moved her hips.

Slow, deliberate circles at first, each rotation making her shudder. I clutched her
waist, holding her steady as I took the reins and vaulted my cock deep inside her.
She threw her head back in abandon.

“Oh God, Logan,” she moaned. “I'm so close.”

I gritted my teeth as I slowly rocked in and out of her, watching her face as I pulled
out then punched back in. She loved being denied and filled, giving me control over
her delicious body.

“Ask me for permission,” I said thickly, my words haggard. “Ask me to let you come.”

She tried to quicken the pace, but I tsked and held her still, loving the way she
pouted and tried to tempt me by rolling her hips. “Please let me come.”

“Beg,” I breathed hotly.

“Please let me come,” she moaned, her face awash with lust. “I want to come with you
deep inside me.”

I tugged on the chain, almost satisfied. Close to coming myself. But I was a gentleman
in matters of the bed. Ladies first. “Come for me.”

I loosened my hold and she hopped up and down on my swollen lust, eyes squeezed shut
as she started moaning uncontrollably, her legs shaking wildly. Her orgasm rippled
over me, clutching me tight. Her face so serene, so filled with pleasure.

I let go.

Our bodies were so in sync. She pulled me deeper, milking every last drop of me into
her. Draining me in the most beautiful way.

She rolled over onto her side, breathless. Still shaking myself, I removed the clamp
one by one, then reached around and unraveled her wrists.

She collapsed into my arms, her body warm and liquid. I shut my eyes and finally found
peace.

And then the damn phone rang.

It was muffled since it was tangled up in my jeans, but loud enough that it cut through
the afterglow. I kissed Melissa on the forehead and slowly eased from the bed.

I cleared my throat as I yanked the cell free. When I looked at the screen and saw
my assistant’s name flashing up at me, I angrily snatched it to my ear. “Jessica,
this better be some sort of national emergency—”

“I'm sorry, Mr. Mason. I tried calling earlier. And I left several messages,” Jessica
said contritely.  “It's just...the phone is ringing off the hook, and there are reporters
all over—”

“Reporters?” I frowned, raking dark strands from my eyes. “What's going on?”

“It's Delilah James. Her team leaked that she's making an announcement on GMA tomorrow
morning. She says she's pregnant...and you're the father.”

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Thank you for taking the time to read
Waiting For Me
(Beautiful Surrender, Part Two). Please take the time to leave a review.

xoxo, Ava

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The Beautiful Surrender Series

Waiting For You (Beautiful Surrender: Part One)
(available in the
It’s In His Kiss
boxed set exclusively at Amazon; available at all retailers July 2014)

Waiting For Me (Beautiful Surrender: Part Two)—May 2014

Waiting For Us ( Beautiful Surrender: Part Three)—June 2014

Waiting For Forever (Beautiful Surrender: Part Four)—July 2014

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va Claire is a sucker for Alpha males and happily ever afters. When not putting pen
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