Master of My Mind BN (33 page)

Crying out when he dragged his slick thumbs over my tight nipples,
a mewl
of want seeped from my throat. Gliding my hands
over his sculpted chest then lower along his defined abs, I wrapped my fingers
around his hard, throbbing heat. Tony cupped my ass with both hands and pressed
me against the tiled wall, aligning me with his massive erection. With a slow
push, he seated inside me, all the way to the base.

Stretched full, I moaned, rolling my hips as he remained
motionless inside me. Anchored to his chiseled body, I lifted my legs and
locked them around his waist. Tony issued an approving growl, and I smiled
beneath our tangled lips as he rocked up, driving into me even further.

Slow and sensual, he moved within my clutching tunnel. His
deliberate rhythm felt intoxicating. Nipping, pinching, and
laving
my nipples, Tony coaxed me up the carnal path of pleasure. All too soon I was
poised on the precipice. The swell inside grew to a desperate level. My keening
cries filled the air.

Tony unleashed the fury of need he’d kept wrangled so
tightly. Slamming into my cunt, he shifted his hands and pinned my shoulders to
the wall. His tongue invaded my mouth, driving in time with his demanding cock.

When the craggy peak beneath me gave way, I sank my
fingernails into his broad shoulders and held tight. Tony swallowed my screams of
ecstasy as spasms tore through me. Shuttling through my
spasming
channel, faster and harder, he froze and jerked his mouth from my lips. “Mine!”
He thundered, thrusting again he cried out as he jettisoned inside me.

My tunnel clutched around him as he exploded inside me.
Electricity surged through my veins. My limbs trembled as the water splattered
onto the shower floor, melding with our moans.

Tony stayed buried inside me until our ragged breathing
returned to normal. Neither of us said a word; we simply clung to one another,
absorbing the pulses of love and quivering aftershocks. Breaking the spell, I
leaned forward and kissed him. His cock jerked deep inside me and I moaned.

Suddenly the hot water turned to ice. Squealing in surprise,
I dropped my legs to the floor. Tony dipped and slid from inside me. Issuing a
curse, he turned off the water, stepped out and grabbed us each a towel.
Securing his around his waist, he dried me off. When he knelt to rub the soft
cotton up my legs, I leaned in and sipped the beads of water from his colorful
tattoos. Tony froze, and his body grew taut. Rising up quickly, I feared I’d
broken some unwritten submissive rule as I watched him stand. His dark eyes
were narrowed, and his jaw ticked.

Shit. Yep, you fucked up
again.

“What possessed you to do that, angel?” Tony asked with a
guarded expression.

“I don’t know. I…the very first time I saw your tattoos, I
wanted to run my tongue over them. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, sweetheart,” Tony replied in such a buttery
timbre I felt my legs wobble. “It’s one of the most submissive things I’ve ever
felt before. I liked it.”

Lifting me off the floor, he tossed me over his shoulder. I
let out a yelp of surprise before I started to giggle at his caveman antics.
Tony stormed to the bed and tossed me onto the mattress. Pouncing on top of me,
I continued to laugh.

“God, I love to see you happy,” he whispered.

Sobering, I stared up at him, noticing for the first time
the tiny little lines at the corner of his eyes, the contour of his dark brows,
the arch of his nose, and the plumpness of his well-kissed lips. For some
bizarre reason, my mind tripped back to my high school history class and the
weeks we spent studying European Mythology. Tony was exactly as I’d imagined
Anteros
, the god of
love and passion might look like.
 

“You make me happy, Sir. Happier than I’ve ever been in my
entire life.”

“Ditto, my
tesorino
.
”

“What’s a
tesorino
?” I asked with
suspicion.

“It means little treasure. That’s what you are to me,
Leagh
, a priceless little treasure.”

And even when I thought it impossible, the man made me melt
a little more.

“Please, Tony, make love to me again?”

“Please who?” he asked in that deep, erotic voice of his.

“Please, Master.” I replied in a shy whisper.

“How can I refuse, angel? You will call me that from now on,
understood?”

“Yes, Master,” I replied on a wistful sigh.

As Tony reached for a condom on the nightstand, he stopped.
His brows furrowed in worry. “We didn’t use a condom in the shower,
Leagh
.”

“I know.”

“I’m clean, and I assume you are as well, but what about
birth control?” he asked.

“I’m not on birth control. George was… he’d had a vasectomy
when he was in his forties.”

I could see Tony mentally counting the days since my last
period. He exhaled a breath so deep it was as if he’d been granted a reprieve
from the gas chamber. “You’re due to start any day now, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I nodded, worried about his extreme sense of relief.
“So I take it you don’t want kids?”

“Not nine months from now. But someday, after you walk down
the aisle of the church I went to growing up.”

“Whoa. I think you’re getting the cart before the horse a
little? Wait. Did you just ask me…? No, you didn’t…
did
you?”

“No, you’ll know when I do, angel. I’m simply planting seeds
in your head right now.”

“You mean you’re just
fu
…err…
messing with my mind.”

“Who?
Me?” He chuckled. “And that
reminds me. You owe me something, my little trash talking vixen.”

“Great, me and my big mouth,” I grumbled with an impish
grin. “It was a little slip in the passion of the moment.”

“So I’m what? Supposed to say ‘don’t do it again’ and let it
slide?
Hrmmm
?”

“You’d actually do that?”

“Not on your life, angel,” Tony laughed as he climbed off
the bed. Holding my silk robe on the end of his fingertip, he winked. “Put this
on and follow me.”

“Where are we going?” I gulped as I stood and wrapped the
robe around me.

“No more questions or comments. You’re now limited to only
three responses: Yes, Master; No, Master; or protocol. Understood?” Tony
instructed, adjusting his erection beneath a pair of black athletic shorts.

“Yes, Master,” I replied as I tied the silky sash around my
waist.

“Let’s go,” he grinned before walking out the door.

I followed him down the hall and into the empty dungeon.
Glancing up at the two way mirrors of Mika’s office I wondered if anyone was up
there, watching. A shiver of anxiety rippled through me.

“We’re all alone,” Tony affirmed.

“Yes, Master.” I replied, biting back the overwhelming urge
to ask if he was doubly sure. My limited vocabulary was already proving to be a
major pain in the ass.

When he stepped up to the St. Andrews Cross in the corner of
the dungeon, my eyes grew wide, and my heart clutched. Darting a gaze around
the available toys, every one of them was way above my level of experience.
Quirts, canes, cat
o’nines
, and dragon tails lined a
long cloth covered table. I bit my lips between my teeth and took a step back,
still eyeing the pain inducing assortment.

“Do you need to talk to me before we begin, sweetheart?”
Tony asked, stepping close to run his knuckle over my cheek.

“Yes, Sir.”
I nodded, focusing back
on him.

“Permission to speak.”

“I can’t do this. I can’t take the level of pain those thing
produce!” I exclaimed, pointing to the frightful collection.

“I never said I planned on using them, angel,” he challenged
with a crooked grin.

Walking to the wall near the cross, containing an even
larger selection of nefarious toys that had never come in contact with my lily
white ass, Tony plucked his favorite whip from the hook. I felt my eyes grow
wide as I sucked in a ragged breath. “This is what I’m going to use.”

“No,” I squeaked backing away in fear.

“No?” he asked arching his brows.

“I mean, I don’t want to be sliced open.”

“What makes you think I’d do anything of the sort?” Tony
frowned. “I’m sensing a lack of trust here, sweetheart.”

Dammit. Why did he always have to play that fucking
psychological card on me?

“You either trust me or you don’t my love. It’s as simple as
that.” Tony squared his shoulders, spread his legs, and tucked his hands behind
his back, thus hiding the wicked whip. Dominance rolled off him in a potent
wave. “Lose the robe and step up to the cross or
safeword
out and go back to your room. It’s time for you to decide if you’re going to
put yourself into my hands and let me mold you or not.”

The knee-jerk reaction to fight or take flight slammed into
me with a force so brutal I nearly doubled over. All the time Tony and I had
spent together was culminating to this one pivotal moment. It was time for me
to take one step for
Leagh
– one giant leap for my
submission.

Sucking in a fortifying breath, I peeled off my robe and
stepped up to the cross.

Tony stepped in behind me to whisper in my ear. “I’m so
fucking proud of you.”

Tamping down the terror as he stepped away and secured the
cuffs to my wrists and ankles, I tried to prepare myself for the first slice of
searing pain. Trembling, I closed my eyes and listened as he took several steps
behind me.

“We’re all alone, angel. Feel free to scream out your
safeword
if you need to. There’s no one but me to hear
you.”

Get on with it already before
I change my goddamn mind.

“Did you hear me,
Leagh
?” Tony
asked in an impatient tone.

“Yes, Master.” I swallowed tightly.

Cringing, I squeezed my butt cheeks together and waited… and
waited.
 
Anticipation spiked, and I
fought the urge to peek over my shoulder when a soft pop split the air. I
whimpered, waiting for the pain to sink its teeth into my tissue and spread.
Surprised when the only sensation I felt was a small gust of wind followed by a
barely perceptible nip of… something I couldn’t even call it pain. I felt
another and yet another. Where was the agony? The red welted slash marks?
The blood?

“See, sweetheart. I can do amazing things with this lovely
whip. I can make it bite so deep and hard you crave to crawl out of your skin.
Or I can leave kisses upon your sweet flesh like the gentle caress of a lover’s
lips.”

I exhaled a deep sigh and relaxed against the cool, polished
wood of the cross.

“That’s it. Let my whip, my lips, cover you in kisses, my
tesorino
,” Tony spoke
in a raspy growl as he threw the whip in soft, gentle whispers. “Your
submission tastes like wine, angel, sweet and intoxicating and so damn
delicious.”

Within seconds, the static gray filtered in behind my closed
eyes. The pinpoint of light glowed much brighter than ever before. Racing
toward it, I surrounded myself in its blissful peace and eagerly sailed away.

When I opened my eyes, I was back in my room under the soft
cotton sheets of my bed. Tony sat beside me, strumming his fingers through my
hair, watching me with a sated expression lining his face.

“Welcome back, my love.” He smiled, bending to brush a
tender kiss upon my lips.

“That was…” I struggled for words to describe the depth of
intensity that had carried me away.
“Amazing.
More than amazing.”

“It was for me, too, sweetheart.” Tony glanced down at his
lap, tightening his fist around a silver metal collar; he raised it up to me.
“This is for you,
Leagh
. You’ve earned it. And I want
everyone to know, not only are you are under my protection but in training with
me as well. Sit up, my love.”

Tears of joy streamed down my cheeks as Tony gazed into my
eyes.

“Do you promise to strive to be the best submissive you can
be and to represent me in a positive and respectful light?”

“Yes, Master,” I sobbed softly.

“Do you desire to wear my training collar with all your
heart and soul, angel?”

“Yes, Master.”

“You may beg for it, sweet girl.” Tony smiled.

Sliding from beneath the covers, I eased onto the floor,
kneeling down at his feet. Tony issued a sigh of delight and strummed his thumb
over my lips before I cast my eyes to the floor.

“I beg for the chance to grow beneath your hands, Master. To
serve you in all ways with an open heart and make you proud that you’ve chosen
to guide me. May I please have the honor of wearing your training collar?”

“You make me proud every single fucking day. It will be
my
honor to have you bound to me. Yes, my love.
You may wear my sign of training, of claim, of ownership.”

Tony unclasped the silver band. Leaning forward, I lifted my
hair while he placed the collar around my throat. When I heard the snick of the
lock, I briefly closed my eyes and sighed, allowing the significance of this
reverent moment to meld into my being.

Tony cupped his palm beneath my chin, lifting my face
upward. He claimed my mouth with a fiery kiss. Soaring with joy, I floated to
the heavens as his tongue delved deep. His promise, commitment, and love tasted
sweeter than honey.

Rising from the bed, Tony tugged off his shorts before
wrapping a sturdy fist in my hair. Guiding my mouth to his cock, he paused.
Holding the moment, he kept me suspended in feverish anticipation.
 
Raising my eyes, I looked up and gazed into
his sinful dark pools. Something about him was palpably different. His intense
command seemed sharper, the passion in his stare hotter. My entire being clawed
in desperation to prove my love, my commitment, and my submission to this
magnificent man.