Beck And Call (31 page)

He met her gaze and smiled. He could see it in her

eyes.

“I love you, Serena. I want to be your husband.

Your master. All our lives.”

“Yes,” she smiled, touching his cheek. “Be my

husband, my master.” Her fingers traced his jaw. “I love

you, Keith. So much,” she whispered, tears welling in

her eyes as the emotions overflowed.

With a sigh of relief, Keith opened the box and

revealed a diamond the size of her thumbnail.

“Oh, my,” she stared.

Keith slipped it on her finger and scooped her up in

his arms.

“Now, I’m going to show you a secret,” he told her,

striding toward what she had thought was a closet.

“Push that knot on the paneling.”

Puzzled, she reached out, pushed and stared as the

panels slid apart to reveal an elevator.

“Keith?”

“You’ll see,” he grinned, stepping in. Setting her

down, he entered a code.

“Where are we going?”

“You don’t recognize this elevator?” he grinned,

backing her against the wall. “Or is it the way you’re

seeing it?”

He spun her around to face the wall and pulled her

wrists behind her. She felt the soft cuffs close around

her and knew what was coming.

“Master,” she sighed. “What can I do for you?”

His hard cock pressed against her ass as his body

surrounded hers.

“Be mine.”

“So I’ll be at your beck and call completely?” she

summed up, tilting her head with a teasing glint.

“Every minute, my sweet.”

The doors opened and he guided her down the hall.

“You live in the building?” She glanced at him.

“That’s why you walked so fast through the garage last

Monday! When you were going to give me a ride home.”

Opening the door, he nodded and gave her a wry

look.

“I was worried you might look around and see the

second elevator or realize you’d been here over the

weekend.” Securing the door behind them, he pulled

her to him and relished the feel of her against him.

“Would you like to see your new home?”

“Only if it’s on the way to the playroom,” she

whispered. “Keith, I was a bad girl this week.”

Realizing what she was doing, he smiled.

“What did you do?”

“When I was reading the books you gave me, I

played with myself. I used the vibrator and—”

“Did you come?” he asked sternly.

“Several times,” she said pertly, lifting her chin as if

to dare him.

“I didn’t give you permission to play with yourself.

And I most definitely did not say you could come,” he

told her, marching her down the hall. “That deserves

punishment, Serena.”

Serena caught glimpses of Oriental carpets and rich

leather furniture in a living room, a large table in the

dining room, and then several closed doors. At the end

of the hall, he stopped.

“Only you and I will know the code for this,” he told

her, showing her the sequence. “Inside. Take your dress

off. Get on the spanking bench.”

“Yes, Master,” she whispered.

Undoing the belt he had just secured, she held his

gaze and shimmied her shoulders. He inhaled in a

sharp hiss as the dress fell to the floor. She’d never

sashayed before in her life, but she did now as she

walked to the bench. Draping herself over it, she

relaxed as he secured her ankles and wrists. Serena felt

a lilt of feminine triumph at the flush in his cheeks.

And the tenting of his slacks.

“Since you were such a bad girl,” he murmured. “I

think we’ll have to make this a very severe

punishment.”

Swallowing in nervousness, even as her pussy

clenched, she watched him go to the chest. He pulled

out a leather strap contraption, a dildo, lube, and a

remote. She held her breath as he put the harness on

her, held the dildo in front of her as he lubed it and

then knelt next to her. She gasped as the dildo was

inserted in her pussy and secured in the harness.

“Master, what…”

He held the remote where she could see it and

pushed the button. Her green eyes widened as she felt

the vibration. She knew she wouldn’t last long. But if

all he did was spank her, then she might make it if he

didn’t wait too long before giving her permission to

come. If he put the clamps on her…in near dismay, she

watched him return to the chest and pull the clamps

out as well as the paddle.

He chuckled at the look of trepidation on her face.

“You can’t seem to resist these, can you?” he smiled,

carefully securing them. “Are you wet, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Master,” she moaned. “Please, Master. I won’t

do it again. I promise.”

“I know, sweetheart, but you still have to be

punished.”

“Yes, Master.”

The vibrations started in her nipples and she

whimpered.

Keith brought the paddle down carefully,

constantly checking her body and listening for her

reaction. After six, he smiled. If he increased the

vibrations, and gave her two more, he was willing to bet

that she came. With or without permission.

“Master, may I come?”

“No.”

Serena groaned as the heat grew in her pussy. If he

spanked her one more time, she would come, and then

she really
would
earn a punishment! Deep breaths, she

told herself. She tried to inhale as he bent down and

picked up the bottle of lube. Smiling at her, he squirted

a generous amount on his hand, before coating his cock

with it.

Her eyes widened as they lifted to meet his fiery

blue ones. He was going to take her in the ass. It made

sense, some still-coherent part of her brain rationalized.

He’d fucked her pussy and mouth. To complete his

domination over her he would fuck her ass. A shiver

swept through her body. She wasn’t sure if it was fear or

erotic anticipation at the thought of this man,
her
man,

her
master
, taking her absolutely and completely.

“Serena?”

“Master, in-box. Please!”

He gave her one more swat and caught her hips.

The orgasm tore through her. Lifting her as she

came, he steadily pressed his engorged cock into her

anus. Serena gasped at the intrusion. His cock came

against the still strongly vibrating dildo, pushing her

into another orgasm. Instinct told her to resist but as a

third orgasm began to build in her, all she could do was

surrender.

“Master,” she sighed, relaxing completely against

the spanking bench.

He drove completely into her. For a long moment,

he didn’t move, just letting her mind process his

presence in that area of her body. She didn’t know how

he knew when she was ready to continue. As her body

accepted him, her hips shifted. His hands gripped her

tightly and he began stroking.

Serena’s arms strained to free herself as her head

came up. A low keening sound came from her throat.

Her hips lifted in silent plea for his possession. She

wasn’t Serena anymore. She was female. She was his.

Whatever he wanted of her.

“Master!” her hoarse voice begged. “Please. Take

me.”

Reaching forward, he released the clamps, letting

them fall to the floor. His heavy male body rested on

hers. Their musky scents filled her nostrils with every

breath and she moaned.

“Now you are completely mine,” he whispered in her

ear. “Completely.”

“Yes,” she sighed.

Gripping her hips, he pounded into her as orgasms

ripped repeatedly through her. With a roar, he lifted off

her, frozen in time as his cock pulsed into her. Serena

felt a few much smaller orgasms with each throb of

release, her body attuned to his. It didn’t matter how he

took her, she realized. She would adjust to whatever he

needed. Whatever he wanted.

But her body had been through much and, with a

sigh, she felt herself go limp.

He pulled the dildo and harness from her. Flipping

the catches for the cuffs, he lifted her and carried her to

the bed. Curving his body around hers, he closed his

eyes, relishing the knowledge that this woman was his

in every way.

“Master.”

“Keith,” he told her. “Only in the playroom am I

master.”

“I have another confession.”

“What’s that?”

“I exaggerated. I played with myself, but I didn’t

come,” she whispered. “I just…”

He groaned. She’d lied to get a punishment!

“Serena, what the hell am I going to do with you?”

Turning in his arms so they faced each other, she

smiled, wrapping her fingers around his cock.

“I’m sure you’ll come up with something.”

“I just don’t know if I’ll have any energy left.”

“I’ll take very, very good care of you,” she promised,

placing kisses on his chest. “I read in a book that it’s

what a submissive does.”

“Just remember that you are at
my
beck and call,”

he told her, running a hand down her back to squeeze

an ass cheek. “Not the other way around.”

“Of course, Master,” she grinned.

“Minx,” he muttered, covering her mouth with his

to silence her.

About the Author

Being published has been a dream of mine for so

long that it's appropriate that my first story accepted,

Beck And Call, was inspired from a dream. I believe

that dreams come true, that there are such things as

soul mates and that there is a crazy little thing called

love.

Also available

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by

Nyla Rose

One look is all it takes for Enzo Saldana to crave

her. One touch on the dance floor is all it takes for lust

to blaze red-hot. His heart follows and he makes plans

to spend the rest of his life with his English Rose--until

she betrays him in the cruelest way possible.

Lexi Mayfield is best friends with heartache.

They’ve kept constant company since a bad decision

and the resulting accident shattered her life and four

others. Even Enzo walked out on her without

explanation, forcing her to hang up her salsa skirt and

flee the horrific nightmare her life had become.

One year later, Fate brings Lexi face-to-face with

Enzo in LA, and one look rekindles their fiery lust. One

explicit text message seals the deal. No talk of the past,

no plans for the future – just no holds barred, soul-

searing sex.

But when old threats resurface, can their passion

withstand the burden of survivor’s guilt, the dark secret

haunting her very existence, or Lexi’s desire to publicly

shed her “prude” label once and for all?

“C’mon, ladies, bottoms up!”

“Bottoms up? The way you’re going, it’ll be bottoms

out
before the hour’s up!” Lexi Mayfield shouted over

the din of pumping music to her friend and bachelorette

party honoree, Cara Saldana.

“That’s fine by me. I have a very nice ass, so if it

wants to hang out, I just might let it.” The statuesque

brunette rose, planted red-tipped fingers on the table,

and performed an exquisite little wriggle with said ass,

earning several appreciative whistles from the guys at

a nearby bar. Fiona and Sally, the other two girls

forming their quartet, giggled and joined in the dance.

One sported a cheeky veil and the other a red halo. The

catcalls grew louder, and Lexi watched the girls, buoyed

by countless cosmopolitans, start an impromptu conga

line around the table.

Friday night, and
Manjaro’s
, the latest “in” club on

the London social scene, was packed to the rafters.

From their center booth, Lexi observed the beautiful

and not-so-beautiful drink, dance, and flirt, wishing

she’d gone with her original suggestion of a spa

weekend to treat her soon-to-be married friend.

Nightclubs weren’t her thing, especially the

headache-inducing strobe lights and deafening electric

noise that passed for music.
Manjaro’s
, as she’d rightly

predicted, was a wall-to-wall meat market. Guys in tight

fitting clothes - some showing off honed muscles, others

desperately sucked-in paunches - performed improbable

gymnastics to the throbbing music, alongside women in

barely-there outfits. She grimaced, looked away, and

shuddered as the short, comb-over guy at the next table

gave her a lecherous once-over. Give her a salsa club