For the Sub (13 page)

Brandy moved into position, exposing more of her pussy and puckered anal whorl. “I could come from looking at you,” he said, his voice gruffer than normal.

“If that pleases you, Sir.”

“Well said.” He positioned his cockhead at her opening. “Spread wider.”

Instantly she did.

He pushed in a few inches then moved back to give her a momentary break.

“Yum, Sir.” She adjusted a bit to give him greater access.

“Beautiful.” This time, he went in a little deeper.

She turned her head to the side.

“Stay in position,” he said, though the command wasn’t needed. She behaved with perfect grace.

He stroked in and out, inserting a bit more with each thrust, letting her accommodate him.

After several seconds, his control began to unravel. He wanted to fill her. All night, her proximity had caused long-dormant need to reignite. He hadn’t wanted sex for more than a year after losing Eleanor. After that, masturbation had suited him fine. He’d had meaningless fucks since then, which took care of hormonal demands, but this raw desire for Brandy was new.

“I want to feel your balls against me.”

He grabbed her buttocks and parted her even farther.

“Give it to me, Sir.”

Surging forward, he did, burying himself to the hilt.

“Ahh,” she said, the single word a purr of approval.

He remained still for a moment until she said, “More.”

“Hands above your head,” he told her.

She struggled for a moment but did as he’d ordered.

He wound the length of her hair around one of his hands.

“You’re so masterful, Sir.”

She clutched at the bedding as he pulled on her hair and rocked his pelvis. “Can you come from anal penetration?” he asked her.

“I never have. But I do love it.”

“You doing okay?”

“Want…”

With his free hand, he grabbed one of her shoulders. With him filling her rear, holding her hair, she was his.

He leant forward and sank his teeth into the side of her neck.

“Fuck!” she screamed.

She bucked beneath him, forcing her butt up. She parted her legs more, bringing her body lower so that she was more open to him and her clit was pressed against the bed. Her uninhibited motions urged him on. This woman loved sex and was ultra-honest about what she wanted and needed. He respected that.

He bent his knees for more leverage then surged up inside her.

“Oh yes. Sir, Sir, if I can come—”

“If you can, do.” He moved in her with short motions, just enough to get sufficient distance to surge and bury himself balls deep.

“That’s what I wanted,” she said, the words strangled in gasps.

She pushed back, in concert with him, helping him to get and stay deeper.

“Damn, damn,
damn.”

“Too much?”

“No. Overwhelmed. Good.”

Her legs trembled and she bent her knees, pressing herself more into the mattress. He released her shoulder and forced his hand beneath her pelvis to push against her swollen clit.

She jerked then her body froze. “I…”

“Come,” he commanded, yanking on her hair, briefly abrading her clit then surging up inside her.

Brandy screamed and her body stiffened.

Her internal muscles constricted him in the best possible way.

“That’s my sub,” he said, still holding onto her but with less pressure. He leaned over so he was close to her ear. “First anal orgasm.”

“I’d say thank you, but I don’t even remember my own name right now.”

He kissed her ear. “Well done. And your name’s Brandy.”

She gulped in a breath. “I want to satisfy you, Sir.”

“The way you came just about emasculated me.”

“I’m not going to apologise,” she said.

“Hell and back, you’d better not. That was hot, Ms Hess.”

“I think I’ll sleep for a week.”

“I’ll hold you while you do.”

“Come in me, Sir.” She ground against him as an added invitation.

He was helpless to resist her. Niles captured her hips and kept her steady as he surged inside her ass.

“I had no idea,” she said.

Once he had her where he wanted her, he once again twisted his hand in her luxurious hair.

He brought his other hand around and put his forearm beneath her chest to lift her torso from the mattress.

Without him needing to tell her what to do, she leant back to rest her head on his chest. She reached around to put a palm against his neck and curled her other hand into his biceps.

They were linked on physical level, and more.

“Oh…so, so deep,” she told him. “It’s…”

She didn’t seem to have words. Nor did he. He was a man possessed by a savage urge that only this woman could sate.

“Yes, yes,” she said.

Holding her tight, he thrust into her ass. “You respond so well to me, Brandy.”

“Because you’re unbelievably demanding, Sir.”

His cock thickened as his blood heated. It seemed incredible that she could feel him so completely.

Sweat beaded on his brow and all his muscles strained from the force. Brandy in his arms, he buried himself to his testicles and squeezed his eyes shut as ejaculate spurted in pulse after relentless pulse.

He felt her body tremble beneath his as she struggled to keep her feet on the ground and not collapse against him. For long seconds, he held her even though common sense encouraged him to let her go. He prided himself on never losing control. But the connection with Brandy unravelled him. It was more than her sexy body, greater than her compassion. It was her quirkiness, the way she trusted him and made him look inside himself. “You okay?” he asked.

“Never better, Sir.” She arched back into him.

“I might have been too rough.”

“Not at all, Sir. If I had needed to, I would have used a safe word.”

He withdrew his spent cock and lowered her to the mattress. She made an odd sound as she curled into a ball. “Was that a purr?”

“It was.”

“I’ll be right back.” He was grinning.

“I guarantee you, I’m not going anywhere, Sir.”

Outside the door, Dana looked at him and whimpered. “Promise I didn’t hurt her,” he told the dog. MW leapt up and dived for Niles’ toes. He snapped his fingers and pointed at the floor. The dog yipped a couple of times, but settled down. The cat thumped its tail once but didn’t crack an eyelid.

Niles had never had an army of four-footed protectors looking after one of his subs. He wasn’t sure what to make of it, but he didn’t mind. That surprised him.

He turned on the faucet and disposed of the condom. After he’d cleaned up, he reached for a washcloth and ran it under the water then grabbed a small towel on the way out.

All of the pets had inched closer to the bedroom, and he debated what to do. He’d never had animals growing up. While he and Eleanor had talked about getting a puppy, the time had never been right.

In the end, he left the door open a crack. Brandy was still in the same position, and the sight of her reddened, well-used body stirred an unfamiliar instinct to protect. “I don’t want to startle you,” he said as he sat on the bed.

“I’m awake,” she said.

“Uh-huh.” He pressed a heated washcloth to her.

She yelped. “That’s hot.”

“Warm,” he countered. “You’ll be grateful in the morning.” He kept the cloth in place until it cooled then dried her with the fresh towel.

“I should have done that for you,” she protested.

“With your super-power energy?”

“Yeah. That.” With a yawn, she rolled to face him. “Thank you, Sir.”

“Rest,” he told her, trailing his thumb over one of her eyebrows.

“The towels go in the laundry basket in the closet. And close the door.”

“Pets?”

“They’ll steal everything including my shoes, and I have a couple of fabulous pairs you haven’t seen yet.”

“The thought of you in a pair of shoes and nothing else is enough to keep me awake all night,” he said as he found the laundry basket, then joined her on the bed. “Do you sleep with your hair in a braid?”

“Most times, yes. It saves me time in the morning. If you prefer it loose, I don’t mind at all.”

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

“Face away from me.”

She did. He pulled off the band and pulled each of the three strands loose. Then he spread his fingers and used them as a comb. He’d never played with a woman’s hair before, other than to hold it during sex or smooth it while giving a hug. Reluctant to let her go, he massaged her head.

“I’ll give you all night to finish doing that, Sir.”

He continued for a few moments, enjoying the quiet and her gentle sounds. Niles hadn’t realised how much he’d missed having a woman in his bed.

Her breathing evened out, and he knew she’d fallen asleep.

Brandy, he quickly learnt, wasn’t easy to disturb. He pulled up a blanket and tucked it around her without her seeming to be aware. After turning off the light, he tugged her against him.

* * * *

When dawn brightened the sky the next morning, she was still cocooned next to his body. For a few minutes, he stayed where he was, enjoying the peace, the quiet solitude of the mountain morning and having a sexy sub snuggled next to him, with her blonde hair spilling across the dark blue pillow in an inviting contrast. He considered fisting her hair and pulling back her head and kissing her long and deep. That would be a hell of a way to start a Sunday. Not just this Sunday, any Sunday.

That thought startled him.

He was thinking beyond today. This was a first for him. In business, he was always doing projections and forecasts, but he’d shut off his personal life since Eleanor’s funeral on that grey, snowy morning three years ago.

A dog’s nails clicked against the hardwood floor.

Not wanting to disturb Brandy, Niles climbed out of bed, grabbed his jeans then headed down the hallway. Brandy didn’t move.

In the kitchen, Dana stretched her long legs in front of her and yawned wide enough to swallow a small country.

Whisper was nowhere in sight.

MW dashed out of the doggie door.

Because he’d spent so much time in the kitchen last night, it didn’t take long to locate the bag of coffee or the filters. Within a minute, strong brew was hissing and spitting into the carafe. He watched it as if that would hurry the maker along.

A seeming eternity later, he poured himself a cup before going outside.

Dana yawned and traipsed after him. MW dashed over to nip at his toes, and Niles commanded, “Sit.”

The dog bared his teeth but sat.

He took a seat to watch the remnants of the sunrise and both dogs wandered around the yard. Dana cocked her head and looked at a deer. MW chased it off, nipping at its hooves. “You’re a little terror, aren’t you?”

Dana curled up at his feet. Once the mule-tailed deer was out of sight, MW returned. Niles wasn’t certain a dog could look smug, but this one did.

A few minutes later, he heard the back door close. He turned to see Brandy, hair everywhere, a cup of coffee in hand. She’d dressed in a blue cowl neck T-shirt and black yoga pants, so tight and clingy she could have been poured into them. Her nipples were beaded. Like him, her feet were bare.

“Mind if I join you?” she asked. “Or would you prefer some alone time?”

“I’ve been offering the dogs treats if they’d be loud enough to wake you up.”

She smiled.

He hooked his foot on a nearby chair and dragged it closer to him. Then when she went to sit, he changed his mind. He captured her body and pulled her onto his lap.

With a laugh, she moved her cup aside so that her drink sloshed on the ground rather than on either of them.

“Morning, sub.”

“Fabulous good morning to you, Sir.” She looped one arm around him and nuzzled his neck.

Her hair tickled his chest. And her body curled alluringly against his.

“Thank you for taking care of the dogs and for letting me sleep those few extra minutes…” She re-situated herself so she was more comfortable. “Oh, and for brewing coffee. You could be the perfect Dom.”

“Anything for such a delectable sub.”

“Can I make it up to you?”

Since his cock was already thickening he said, “I may have an idea or two.”

“I was hoping you did.”

He reached down and picked up his cooled cup of coffee.

“Shall I go sit over there?”

“Not a chance.”

For a long time, neither of them said anything, content to watch the pets and the occasional wary deer.

“Go with me to a silent auction Friday night?”

“I beg your pardon, Sir?”

“I need a gorgeous date. Dinner, dancing. At the Moline downtown.” Until the words came out of his mouth, he’d had no real intention of attending the event. His aunt, Mame, chaired the event every year. He and Eleanor had been regulars, but since her death, he’d begged off.

This year, his aunt had informed him she’d reached the end of her patience. If he didn’t show up of his own free will, she would come to his house and drag him into her limo by his ear. He didn’t underestimate the steamroller that was Mame. “You’d be doing me a huge favour.” He smoothed Brandy’s hair back from her face so he could see her expression.

“The Moline?” she repeated. The hotel was one of Denver’s newest boutique hotels, fancy, upscale, with only a couple of dozen rooms, all costing four figures for a one-night stay. It was located on the Sixteenth Street Mall, so many of the rooms overlooked one of the most fun, hippest, freakiest areas of town. She loved the fact that, on any given night, it was possible to see a wide range of humanity, from homeless people and up-and-coming buskers, to sports stars, executives and politicians. Since there were some excellent restaurants along the street, almost anyone who stayed in downtown Denver could be seen passing by.

“I’m confused, Sir. Do you want me to attend as your submissive?”

“Good God, no. As my companion.”

“I’m not sure what to say.”

“Yes is the perfect answer.”

She pursed her lips. “Maybe I don’t know how to behave in public.”

“Try again.”

“Maybe you don’t want me to get to know your friends. How will I answer questions about how we know each other, where we met, what I do for a living?”