Authors: Melinda Barron
Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #Erotica, #Bdsm, #Romantic Erotica, #BBW BDSM Erotic Contemporary
Desert Surrender (23 page)
“Always.”
“Let her in.” Anna kissed Clarissa"s cheek, then moved out the door as her mother came inside.
“Hello.” Why was she nervous about this? It wasn"t as if her mother could change her mind or stop the wedding. She could make her feel bad about herself, though, as she"d done so many times in the past.
Not now she can’t. Not with Maddox standing right next to me.
“Clarissa.” Her mother glanced at Maddox, then took a deep breath. “You"ve caused quite a stir. Again.”
“I"m getting married, Mother. Isn"t that what you"ve always wanted?”
“Yes. I would prefer a more formal ceremony, but perhaps this is for the best.”
Dread knotted her stomach. She should have said no, kicked her out of the building.
“I want you to know that I had no idea what your father had done, and I"m appalled, but he is my husband.”
“Stand by your man,” Clarissa said, frowning. “I get it, Mother.”
“I just don"t…” Her mother cleared her throat, and Clarissa could see this was hard on her, probably one of the hardest things she"d ever done. “I don"t want that to sever our ties. Now that you"re getting married, and…well, when grandchildren come along, I"d like to know them.”
Tears stung Clarissa"s eyes. She could see the same thing in her mother"s face, almost as if she were about to cry. Was her mother actually asking her to stay in contact, to not push her away? She reached for Maddox"s hand, felt the comforting warmth of his touch as he grasped her.
“It doesn"t matter, Mother; I mean, you"ll know them. I promise.”
Her mother turned her head, and when she looked back again, she had her emotions under control.
“Thank you.” Her formal tone made Clarissa want to laugh. Lydia Alexander was nothing if not polite, even in strained circumstances. “I have something for you.” She held out a box. “This is the garter your grandmother wore and I wore and both your sisters wore. It has blue lace, so it can be counted as two of your items, I believe, something borrowed and something blue.”
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Clarissa took the box and opened the lid. The garter was white lace and was in pristine condition. “It"s beautiful. Almost too beautiful to hide. And it"s small. I"m afraid if I put it on my thigh, it will stretch out.”
She glanced at her mother, then handed the garter to Maddox, holding out her arm. He understood immediately, slipping it over the sleeve and up to her biceps.
“We might have to pin it, to make it stay,” he said. “It"s a little big for your arm.”
“Mother?” She turned toward her mother. “What do you think? Will I shock everyone by wearing the garter on my arm?”
“Clarissa, from you, I"d expect nothing less. I think it"s perfect.”
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“Is that the last of it?” Maddox picked up several envelopes, scanning the addresses.
“Every dime of it is gone. Charities around the world love me now. Of course you know this means they"ll be back, begging for more.”
“We"ll see what we can do,” he said, putting the envelopes back on the desk. “And your father? How did last night"s conversation go?”
“He still thinks I"m a witch, but he"s agreed to give the money back to my sisters, who have agreed to donate it to charity. I"m afraid, though, that he will never talk to me again.”
The conference call had been hard to take and just as hard to set up. Lawyers had to be called, and schedules had to be looked at. It had been set up three times in the past, and her father had canceled on all those. This time she"d reminded him it was January, the time of resolutions and changes. She"d also threatened to make the story public if he didn"t follow through.
“It"ll be fine,” Maddox replied. “He"ll realize you"re his daughter, and he"ll want to meet grandchildren, just like your mother said at the wedding.”
“That"s a ways down the road.”
“It"ll be here before you know it.”
She blinked at him. “Awfully sure of yourself.”
“Awfully sure of my desire to be inside your sweet pussy. Most of the time.
Tonight"s the night, you know. And I have different plans for that pussy.”
Oh yes, she knew. Her piercings were all healed and ready to be put to use.
Tonight her pussy would be laced shut for the first time. The two of them had spent hours the past week going from one fabric store to another, searching for just the right lace. When they"d finally found it, Maddox had purchased yards of it in every color they had.
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“That way I can match your pussy to your clothes when we go out,” he"d whispered in her ear as the clerk had cut the fabric, eyeing them curiously.
“I selected white for tonight, since it"s our virginal attempt.”
“Thank you, Master. You"re so thoughtful.”
“Sarcasm?”
“Not at all.” She shook her head, then batted her eyes. “It"s been a long time since I was a virgin, in anything. I"m glad to let you have your way with me in this matter.”
“Hum, sounds like someone might need to pick a card. Later. Right now I want you to come with me.” He attached her leash to her collar and tugged until she stood. It hadn"t been hard to adjust to being naked when they were alone. When she was around Maddox, she didn"t want to wear clothes. Doing it because he wanted it was just a bonus.
She walked behind him to the dungeon. They hadn"t sold his house, instead opting to stay in there until the real estate market improved. Plus, she"d reminded him, they would have to find a new place to buy first, and move all the interesting equipment he had in the dungeon before allowing a realtor inside.
Maddox patted the seat of the medical chair, and she jumped up, placing her feet in the stirrups without being told to.
“So beautiful,” he whispered. “It"s almost a shame not to fuck you tonight. I"m sure we can think of other pursuits that will be just as much fun.”
“You"re just looking for an excuse to fuck me in the ass.”
“I don"t need an excuse. That asshole belongs to me, doesn"t it?”
His commanding tone of voice made her shiver. “Yes, Master.” He took her leash off her collar and attached it to her clit ring.
“Ask me.”
Emotion surged through her, and she swallowed hard, trying to lie still and not guide his hands to her pussy.
“Master, lace up my pussy. Bind it for your pleasure.” He held the lace in front of her lips, and she kissed it, letting her lips stray to his fingers.
When he started to lace, she thought she would come instantly. She breathed deep, in through her nose and out through her mouth as he worked the lace through the rings, winding them around and pulling them tightly. The feeling was incredible, the pleasure almost unbearable.
The soft material against her skin reminded her of what was happening and why.
Maddox owned her, he owned her pussy, and the sensual slide of the lace reinforced that she was his possession, and she savored every second of it.
He wrapped it around her leash, tying a huge bow at the top of her pussy. “Oh, missy, that is the most incredible thing I"ve ever seen.”
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She glanced down, trying to get a look. Maddox went to the cabinet and picked up a camera, then snapped off several shots before helping her to stand. He slipped off his clothes, then sat in the chair. She sat on his lap, lying back against his chest as he held the camera out for both of them to see.
The first photo made her gasp. It was indeed beautiful, and it bound her to him in ways she couldn"t imagine. By lacing her together, he"d bound their bodies, their very souls, given him complete control over her.
Her chest rose and fell with her rapid breathing as he kissed her temple and whispered, “Who do you belong to?”
“You, Master. Only you. I love you, Maddox.” There was not one whiff of fear or regret at the words. She loved him, with all her heart. And she always would.
“Oh, Clarissa.” His voice was tight with emotion. “I love you too.” He reached between her legs and grasped her leash, pulling it up her body. He put a length of it in her mouth. “Come for me.”
She tugged on the leash and soared, pleasure arcing through her like wildfire. He lifted her hips, and she felt his slicked-up cock press at her anus and slide into her ass.
He toyed with her lacings as he slowly thrust in and out of her.
Her body felt as if it were floating on air. He increased the tempo of his thrusts, then whispered, “Again.” Clarissa surrendered to his command, a second orgasm racing through her. And she knew there was nowhere else in the world she"d rather be than in her master"s arms.
Melinda Barron
Melinda Barron loves to explore Egyptian tombs and temples, discover Mayan ruins, play in castles towers, and explore new cities and countries. She generally does it all from the comfort of her home by opening a book.
Melinda is the fourth of five children born to an Army officer and his wife. A longtime newspaper journalist, Melinda has loved to read and write from an early age.
Now she lives in the Texas Panhandle with two cats, Amelia and Pippin, and enough books to, according to her brother, open her own library. In addition to reading and writing Melinda enjoys travel, cross-stitching, watching movies and spending time with her friends and family.
