Indulgence (131 page)

“Sure! What?”

“If you have a Dom coming in for a fitting and he’s someone
you feel even the least little bit attracted to, you’ll let me be there to
protect my interests, if you know what I mean?”

I just shake my head and give him a smirk. “You don’t have
anything to worry about. Nothing. So don’t.”

“Promise?”

I let out a huge sigh. “Yes. I promise. But don’t doubt.
There’s no one on earth I’d rather be with. Okay?”

“Okay.” He ruffles my hair and gives me a silly grin.
“You’re the only woman for me. I’ve waited for you. I didn’t think I’d ever
find you, and here you are.”

“Let’s celebrate. Let’s go out to dinner or something. Want
to?”

Jaz’s eyebrows shoot up and he grins. “I’ll take you
dancing!”

“Oh! That would be so much fun!”

“Yeah? Let’s go. Tomorrow night. I’ll find a place. You just
dress up and have a good time.”

“I can do that.” I lean in and give him a peck on the lips.
“And can I ask a favor?”

“Sure. What, baby?”

A shy smile creeps across my face. “Can we just sleep
tonight? I’m exhausted. Whatever that was that happened last night, it wore me
out!”

Peppering a light kiss on my forehead again, he gives me
that warm smile that makes me blush all over. “That’s fine. I’m pretty tired
too. You wore me out, girl!”

“
I
wore
you
out? Seriously? Jasper Givens!”

“Well, you did! I’m exhausted!” He’s laughing so hard that
he’s wheezing.

My expression turns serious, I’m sure, when I finally ask
him, “Jaz? What happened last night? I mean, it was strange. And awesome. And a
little scary.”

“I know.” Looking into my eyes, he shrugs. “I don’t know for
sure. But I know this: I felt things I’ve never felt with anyone else. And when
that clap of thunder came rolling through? It was like some kind of
electromagnetic field passed over that just drew us together. It was
incredible. I don’t believe in a lot of things, Kimmie, but that was no
accident. It was meant to be. I’m convinced of that.”

“Me too.” Something is right there behind my teeth and on my
tongue. “Do you think this is happening too fast?”

Jaz’s gaze is serious. “Does it feel like it’s happening too
fast?”

“No.”

“Then there’s your answer. Babe, I asked myself that several
times today, and the only answer I could come up with was that I couldn’t wait
to get back to you. I finally decided that was the only answer I need.” With a
long pause, he jumps back in again and asks me a question that surprises me.
“When I met you, you pretty much wanted to be beaten to death by anybody who’d
do it. Do you still need that?”

That one question almost causes me to fall off the sofa. He
hit the sweet spot. “No. I don’t. I hadn’t given it any thought until now, but
I don’t even have that craving anymore. It’s gone.” Now I’m just bewildered
until my tattered brain understands the importance of this.

I don’t need it anymore. The pain? It’s a thing of the past.
I don’t see it as necessary, haven’t thought about it, haven’t asked for it,
and if anyone approached me right now and offered, I’d look at them like they
were loony, I’m sure. That hunger has just disappeared. That’s how I know this
is right. Whatever has happened between Jaz and me, it’s something healthy and
healing for me – for us both.

“Come on, baby girl. Let’s go to bed. My arms feel empty.”
Jaz motions for me to get up and off his lap, and then he joins me and leads me
down the hall to the bedroom. Fifteen minutes later, we’re snuggled together
and whispering back and forth to each other about how much we love each other
and never want to be apart. I think the life I’ve always wanted has arrived.

I wake in the wee hours of the morning to a sensation that’s
unfamiliar. It takes a little while, but I realize that there’s something over
my face and what I’m seeing is not the dark of the room. It’s the darkness of
what seems to be a hood. But when I reach for whatever it is that’s covering my
face, I find my hands restrained outward and to the sides, stretched wide. I
try my legs and find they’re tied the same way, out and flat. Panic is creeping
in when I hear Jaz’s voice. “I’m right here, sub. Just breath. You’re safe.”

“Jaz?” He doesn’t answer. “Sir?”

“Yes, sub.”

“What, I don’t . . .” I’m still groggy from sleep and trying
to make sense of it all.

“I want you to understand what signing that contract and
accepting my ring means. It means your body belongs to me, and mine to you.
This will be difficult for you, but you’ll be fine. I want to see how far I can
push you. Safeword?”

Streaking through my mind are the faces of all the sadistic
bastards I’ve submitted to, men who didn’t give a shit about me, and all the
times I should’ve safeworded with them and didn’t. It takes me exactly two seconds
to decide: I belong to him. He loves me. This is his place as the Dominant in
my life, and I accept my place as his submissive. My decision is clear: “No
safeword.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Absolutely, Sir.”

“Then you’re mine for the duration. I hope you’re prepared.”
He’s moving around on the bed and I’m trembling as I’m waiting. What’s he
doing?

I hear the sound of a mechanical device, and I recognize it
immediately. It’s one of those huge vibrators, the big professional kind they
use at the clubs. Then it snaps back off. His lips encircle one of my nipples
and suck it to a hard point, then the bite of a clover clamp takes over. When
he’s treated the other to the same, he pulls hard on the chain between the
clamps and I moan loudly. “Guess I got them seated perfectly. Can you possibly
understand how positively fuckable you look like this? You’ve got the most
exquisite nipples I’ve ever seen. They’re perfect, and I know they’re aching
now.” I feel his fingers on my lips. “Open wide.” When they part, he slips the
chain in and says, “Hold it with your tongue and lips. No chipped teeth.” The
chain is just long enough that it puts a constant tension on the clamps and
makes my nipples throb. “You’ll be tugging it soon enough.”

The sound starts again, and I feel him spread my lower lips
with his fingers. Before I can even twitch, he retracts the hood of my clit and
presses the head of the vibrator directly onto it.

My body knots immediately and I feel my breath catch in my
throat. Just as I think I can’t stand any more, he growls, “No, sub. Don’t
come. You’ll hold that orgasm. This will be difficult but not impossible.
Concentrate on the feel of my fingertips.”

His fingertips gently brush up and down my abdomen and
ribcage, then circle my breasts, skipping over the chain almost seamlessly. I
try to concentrate on his touch, but every muscle below my waist is beginning
to spasm, and I’m not going to be able to hold off my orgasm. I whine loudly,
and just as my hips are about to give in, he removes the vibrator.

The chain doesn’t keep me from crying out, “Oh, god! No,
Sir!” My scream is followed by a hard, sharp slap to the inside of my left
thigh.

“I’ll give it to you when I please, submissive. You’ll hold
it. Understood? Otherwise, there will be more discipline.” He waits. “Do you
understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” I groan around the chain.

The vibrator returns to my clit, and so does his hand to its
tracing up, down, and around my body. I’m fighting the orgasm, fighting the
restraints, fighting his touch and the vibrator. God, I’m fighting everything.
I hear him whisper, “Give in, sub. Just let me have your body. Do as I say and
experience it.” He whispers the same thing three or four times.

I get lost in the sound of his voice, in the sound of the
vibrator, in the goose pimples his touch raises on my arms, legs, and
everywhere else on my body that can generate them. My hips want to buck, my
pussy clenching and releasing, and just when I think I can’t stand another
split second, his flat palm lands firmly in the middle of my stomach and he
tells me, in that authoritative voice of my Dominant, “Come for me,
submissive.”

Everything explodes, my body reverberating with the humming
of the vibrator, and my head lurches backward, taking the chain in my lips with
it. The instantaneous pain in my nipples intensifies the orgasm, and I feel
like I’m levitating off the bed, the power of my muscles and the endorphins in
my body carrying me above what Jaz is doing to me, forcing on me, refusing to
let up. I pray the vibrator will shut off, but it doesn’t. My head is jerking
now, yanking over and over on the chain attached to my nipple clamps, and I can
feel my hands thrashing, my fingers clenching and releasing almost like I’m
pleading. I hear him murmur, “That’s it, baby girl. Keep it going. You’re about
to float away. Just a minute or two more . . .”

And it happens. He grinds the second orgasm out of my
over-sensitized clit with the vibrator, and I feel the disconnect between my
mind and my body. Sounds seem to move away and there’s a dull ringing in my
ears that fills my head. My back arches and locks, and my body just trembles
all over in a way it never has before. Everything is dark and warm and quiet,
and I hear a tiny, quiet voice say, “That’s it, baby. Fly for me. Just let go
and let it take you. That’s right, Kimmie. Keep it up, baby.”

Abruptly, the vibrator stops and I feel his hand on my
stomach press me back down into the mattress. The chain disappears from my lips
and I feel an almost unbearable pull on it, pulling my nipples up and out hard,
and I can feel my mind drifting back down and into my body, the pain bringing
me back to earth. I let out a gasp and feel the tension disappear. In just a
second, I shriek as the blood rushes back into my clampless nipples, and he
announces matter-of-factly, “Here we go, babe. Turn loose.”

I feel two fingers slip into my pussy and start to stroke
furiously, and I hear myself cry out, “Noooooo! Oh, god, nooooo. Oh,
pleeeeeeease, oh, no, please. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck . . .”

“Let it go, Kimmie.” I clench down, trying hard to prevent
what I know is about to happen, but it’s in vain. His voice changes and he
growls out, “Come for me, submissive.”

I feel the gush and the relief, and Jaz slows and massages
inside my warmth and wetness. In just a few seconds, I hear a familiar sound –
even though I can’t identify it immediately – and then I feel his hardness
pierce me. His strokes are powerful and insistent, and I sense his increasing
hardening and lengthening. “God, you’re so beautiful like this, left totally to
my will. Your body belongs to me. I want to use it until you can’t take any
more, and then use it just a little more. Look at you, submissive. My cock is
so beautiful moving in and out of that sweet little pussy of yours.” Even
though I can’t see him, I can tell he’s looking down at me, feel his eyes
moving over my body, and I want him to use it, use me, until he’s satisfied. I
can tell that he’s nearing his own orgasm but without warning, he stops and
pulls his cock from me.

I feel him loosening the restraints on my arms and legs, and
then the hood disappears from my face. There’s no chance to process what’s
happening before he snarls at me, “Climb on and ride me. Ride me hard until we
both come. Now.” I’m scrambling and when I straddle him, he grabs my waist and
yanks me down on his hardness. His cock head slams into my cervix and jolts
everything inside me, and I scream out. “Fuck me, sub. Now.” I rise and when I
drop, he slaps both my tits with his hands. “Fuck me. Hard. Now.” I start
riding him in earnest, and after a couple of minutes, he slaps my ass with both
of his hands, then slaps my tits again, and I shriek out. “Fuck me! Hard! You
can do better than that, submissive. I want my cock to hurt you when it hits
bottom. I want you to know how hard I am for you, how I want you. I want to
know how you want me.” He slaps my tits again. “Fuck me! Harder!”

The pain is so intense and amazing that I’m incoherent. Even
though I want to tell him how good it feels, I can’t. All I can do is babble. I
can feel myself slipping into another orgasm, and quick as a wink, I find
myself on my back again and Jaz above me, slamming into me pile driver style.
His balls slap against my ass, his shaft pounding into me, everything in my
belly shifting and swelling with the increased circulation of arousal, and when
he leans down and nips my shoulder, I scream out and come, clawing at his
chest, begging him to stop, to go on, to fuck me until I can’t move, can’t
breathe, can’t think. In just a few seconds, he mutters out, “Oh, yeah. I’m
giving it to you, girl. That’s it, little one. You’ve never been fucked the way
I’ll fuck you, all day and all night.” His body shudders and he grinds his dick
into me, his hips digging in and pressing me upward until I’m sure my head will
pound the headboard.

When he finally stills, his weight resting on me, he props
himself up on his hands and looks down at me. There’s a wildness there that
consumes me, and he smiles down. “You let me love you. You let me fuck you into
oblivion. Who are you, Kimberly Hendricks? How did I find you? Are you an
angel? A witch? Who are you and how do you do this to me? Why do you let me do
this to you?”

My hands wrap around the back of his neck and my hoarse
voice croaks out, “I belong to you, Sir. I’m yours. Fuck me. Fuck me
twenty-four hours a day. Fuck me until I can’t walk. I want it, Jaz. I want you
buried inside me.”

Nose buried into my neck, he nips me gently, then traces
from my collarbone up to my earlobe with his tongue. When he’s sucked my lobe
in and released it, he whispers in my ear, “From this day forward, my cock is
the only one you’ll know. Your pussy is the only one I’ll plunder. I won’t let
you get away from me. You belong to me.”

“Yes, Sir. I belong to you. Only you.”

“Good.” He kisses me gently and runs a finger down my cheek.
“You’re my one and only, Kimmie. We’ve honest-to-god bonded. Tell me it’s
real.”