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He’d actually managed to get out the words even though he buried them between a lot of other stuff.

“You parents can’t scare me off. I love you, Master.”

Chapter Seven

Master
… The woman knew how to cut through the chitchat and stake her claim. The fact that it went straight through him in a rush of power, honor and responsibility told him it was right. Her trusting fingers unbuttoning his shirt and caressing his skin proved to him it was real.

“You’re sure?” he asked.

He expected an eye roll, but instead, she stepped back and proceeded to undress slowly. Her nylons were thigh high and black. Her bra was black lace with silver trim and her panties matched but barely covered anything. When she set her hair free and moved closer, he almost grabbed her that second.

She kissed his lips softly and trailed down his neck and stomach until she knelt before him and nuzzled his cock through his pants. He stepped back, and she bowed her head and clasped her hands together at the small of her back. “I’m sure, Master.”

The word hit him hard again. “I should make you crawl in there.”

The smart sub didn’t move a muscle.

He closed in, towering over her. “Finish undressing me.”

Her hands flew to his belt, opening it and his fly eagerly. Then she slid off his shoes and socks before tugging his briefs down. He stepped out of the clothes and watched her fold them while she stared at his cock.

“Stand up,” he said.

She stood, and he walked around her. As he made a second pass, he stopped behind her and cupped her ass cheeks. Not a bit of pink on them. He hugged her from behind and felt her relax against him.

“I’ve neglected you. I’m sorry. I swear it won’t happen again.” He inhaled her scent of soap and sweaters mixed with a touch of arousal.

“We had to work out our regular relationship. This was never our problem.” She rested her head back on his shoulder.

He scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom. The smile on her face thrilled him, but they were just getting started tonight. He dropped her on the bed and grabbed the handcuffs. Like a good sub, she lay perfectly still as he cuffed her hands behind her back. He grabbed some nylon rope and wound it around her ankles then he loosely bound her knees. He caught her watching him and smacked her ass.

His cock throbbed at her soft moans as he gently squeezed and spanked her rear. He wanted her very sensitive and aware. “Want it?”

“Yes, please Master,” she said.

He went to his closet and returned with an old tie and a flexible riding crop. Her eyes widened.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

“With all my heart,” she said, while boldly looking him in the eye.

“Good.” They’d never be as strict or impressive as some of the club couples he’d seen. That’s not what they wanted or needed.

He covered her eyes and tied it at the back of her head before kissing her slowly. Running the crop along her side and over her ass, he took the kiss deeper. He brought the instrument up to gently tap her breasts and saw her back arch.

She liked the feel of the leather. No doubt. He’d wanted to make sure she was aware of the weight and size before they got started. Fucking her mouth with his tongue, he had her shifting on the bed as he rubbed the tool’s tip to her slit.

“Don’t move. Stay on your side just like that. Understood?”

“Yes, Master,” she replied.

“Tell me your safe word.”

“‘Halt’.”

“You understand I expect you to use it the second you’re not comfortable.”

“Yes, Master.” Her body tensed as if he might go too far.

“I won’t damage your body in any way. I’d never break the skin or your trust. But your tolerance and love of spankings is more than I’ve dealt with. Trust your instincts to use the safe word and trust me.” He stroked her hair.

“I love you,” she whispered.

He kissed her. “I love you, too.” He saw the tremble in her body, and she kissed him more.

Not moving, he stayed near her head to see her every expression. He tapped her with the crop. It took several hits to even get a moan from her. His cock pulsed as he struck her, and she smiled then her mouth opened in a gasp. So beautiful and vulnerable. All his.

He leaned over and kissed her ass. Inspecting the pink patches, he teased them with his finger and tongued them. Smacking around the perimeter of one cheek, he watched her tremble and relax as she anticipated the next tap.

Catching her tensing her thighs, he slid a finger along her slit and found her soaking wet. “I think you need a break from spanking.”

“No, please!” she begged.

Kneeling behind her gorgeous ass, he pressed along her body and bit her earlobe. “I want to fuck you. Are you using your safe word now?”

“God, no. Fuck me, please, Master. I need it all.” She licked her lips and tried to move or to kiss him. It was wonderful to see her try and want him.

“You do.” He grabbed protection from the nightstand. “You’ll be here every night from now on. Whether we play or not, I need to make sure you never get so desperate and ignored again.”

“Thank you, Master.” Her lips quivered as she relaxed.

They’d never be alone again. He hadn’t proposed, and he didn’t need a collar on her. All he needed was her close to him for now. Sliding into her, he felt her tense and relax for him. He thrust slowly, and her hips rocked for more.

He wanted to see her face. Grabbing her shoulder, he titled her torso back on the bed while filling her cunt. She arched her back, showing off her great breasts for him. Her pussy tightened as he picked up the pace. As he shook the bed and made her moan, he grabbed the crop and rubbed it over her tits.

“Please!” she begged.

He’d never hit her with something while fucking her. He’d never hurt her when he could slip. He let the side of the crop glide around her nipples, and it calmed her. The distraction let him last a bit longer. He’d been missing her insanely every night. Finally, he dropped the implement and teased her clit.

“Master, please. I’m going to come.” Her entire body tensed.

“Not yet.” He grabbed her punished ass cheek as he fucked her harder. His other hand teased her clit to keep her right on the edge.

When her knees started to lift, he saw her losing the battle. It’d been so long for both of them it felt almost cruel. “Now, come for me hard.” He tapped her clit with his finger like a Morris code message in an old war movie.

Her raw scream threatened to wake the neighbors, but he watched her smile as she came. He filled her over and over, and she moaned. “Thank you, Master.”

“You’re not done.” He held her breast and flicked the nipple as his arousal built. The sight of her tied up and smiling made him come harder than ever. Pulsing with relief and pleasure, he knew he could keep her happy and challenged.

He kissed her breasts and her lips but pulled back when she tried to deepen it. Dumping the used protection, he studied her. He slid his spent cock in her mouth and watched her suck eagerly. “We should get tested so we don’t need protection anymore.”

“I’m on birth control now so once we’re tested we can forget the protection,” she offered.

“Good. We’ll talk about that later.” He kissed her forehead and grabbed the crop. “Your ass isn’t pink enough yet. Do you want more?”

“Yes, Master.” She arched back.

Bridget was flying high. The orgasm had left her body buzzing, but he’d been too easy on her rear. No doubt he wanted to make her squirm with anticipation. She loved the waiting almost as much as the sting the days afterward.

When he landed another smack, she sucked in air. Another didn’t come quickly, and instead, she felt lube between her ass cheeks. He couldn’t be hard again already, could he? Toys? She craned her neck, but he pinched her rear.

The press of a butt plug made her pussy cream. He hadn’t played with her there yet. They had forever, of course. He wanted her to move in and be there every night with him. When he’d said he loved her again, it had almost made her come. The words worked on her even more than the crop.

Her body stretched for him as he wiggled a medium butt plug until only the plastic tip was on the outside. She didn’t need to see it to feel the wide end as her muscles pinched where the plastic narrowed.

Then the crop landed again, closer to her crack. Gasping, she fought the urge to roll on her stomach and stick her bottom up in the air. The plug made her whole ass more sensitive, and his crop work was good. Confident but careful. Not too gentle and not too hard.

No wonder people had wanted him in clubs. Now, she was his, and he’d only do this for her. “More, please, Master.”

“Roll on your stomach,” he ordered.

“Thank you,” she moaned and rolled.

He rubbed the crop over her ass, gave the plug a little nudge then teased her other cheek. “You’re mine.”

“Yes, Master. All yours.”

The crop landed in the center of her ass, right where the most weight ended up when sitting. She groaned. Work would be so much fun tomorrow! “More, please.”

He focused on the center and gave her three sharp slaps on each cheek. “What do you crave right now?”

“You. More of this.” She couldn’t form a proper answer as her body clung to the sweet ache and stretching he’d inflicted.

“What would make this better?” His hands slid under her and lifted her up to kneel back. Her hot sore ass pressed to her heels.

She shuddered but held the pose. “Whatever you dream up, I’ll love, Master.”

“No, I want you to pick. To beg. Or I’m done with you now.”

“No!” He couldn’t be serious. “Nipple clamps!”

The words flew out of her mouth, and it felt right. He’d abused her ass perfectly, and the sting setting in told her nothing more was needed there right now. But her breasts were having no fun at all. Would he satisfy or torment her?

“I see. Sit up straight.” The tool slid under her chest, pushing her chest off the bed. He rubbed the leather instrument over her breasts, but he gave her only a few gentle licks with the toy.

She obeyed and corrected her posture. Her pussy throbbed and her ass tingled, but her breasts took center stage now. He tongued over her chest, sucking thoroughly and biting occasionally. She moaned to encourage him, but when he moved away, she prayed he was getting clamps for her.

His body heat told her when he’d returned. The silence made her yearn for his voice, but she waited patiently, focused on holding the pose on a soft bed. Cold metal rings fit over her nipples, and he turned them, tightening them slowly, one and then the other.

“More, Master. Please,” she said.

He gave each another half turn, and she gasped. Unable to control her hips, she rocked as the metal pinched.

“Too much?” He kissed her nipples and tugged. There was a chain linking the rings.

“No.” Suddenly, she wanted to see him. To see herself like this! She squinted and tried to move the blindfold just a little.

He caught onto her game and pulled it off completely. “I could put a little weight on them.”

She shook her head as she saw her breasts decorated with metal and linked. There was a bit of pink from where he’d tapped her, but nothing to cause any pain. Her eyes focused on his magnificent body. “Thank you, Master. No weights yet.”

“Good, you’re honest.” He grabbed something off the dresser and went behind her. “Look over your shoulder.”

She obeyed and saw he had a large hand mirror held up to her rear. The end of the big blue butt plug nestled between her pink cheeks was a turn on. He’d done all of this to her, for her. Tears welled in her eyes. “Thank you, Master.”

“Are you okay? Nothing cramping or aching?” he asked.

She let herself feel it all. Only a little fatigued, she shook her head. “I want more,” she said.

“No. I won’t wear you out tonight. I want another round later and before work in the morning. I’ll make sure to take you to your place to change in time.” He smiled. “Pace yourself. We’ve got forever.”

She nodded and waited to see what he’d do.

He lifted her chin and kissed her hard. She let her tongue meet his, but there was no keeping up. He pressed to her and flicked her nipples until she gasped. Without warning his hands went lower. One worked the butt plug, teasing and stretching her. The other hand worked her clit. He pushed her pussy lips back with his fingers and nudged the nub gently side-to-side.

At first, it was playful, but after a few minutes, it was unbearable. “Please! Master, you’re making me come.”

“I’m playing with you for my entertainment. Don’t come,” he said.

Groaning, she shook her head and tried to reclaim control. He had it; he had it all! He twisted the plug and kept the steady pace over her clit. “I can’t help myself. Please let me. Master, it’s too much. I’m sorry, seeing you turns me on too much.”

He chuckled. “Fine, come, my little sub. You’ll pay for it later.”

The spark of his touch and his words sent her shaking. She leaned back and lost her balance, but he released the plug and caught her. She was safely pressed to him as his fingers kept the pulse of ecstasy pounding through her. Squeezing the butt plug, her body wanted to be stuffed. She’d have to beg for him to fuck her next time with a toy in her ass.

He helped her to lie safely on her side and untied her ankles then kissed his way up to her knees. When they were free, she stretched her legs to feel the ache from immobility. Next, he unfastened the clamps, and she winced.

“Too much?” he asked.

She shook her head. “It feels so good. Just the pressure change.”

He sucked her nipples, and it sent her higher. Arching her back, she pushed more into his mouth until he released her. Finally, he took out the plug. Then he came with the key and released her wrists.

Sitting up, she stretched her body. She missed the restraints and attention already. “More later?”

He sat on the bed next to her and held her. “Definitely later. I love you. That was wonderful.”

She kissed him. “You’re amazing with that crop, Scott. I like paddles, too.”

Grinning, he stroked her tender ass. “What else?”