Mastered 2: Ten Tales of Sensual Surrender (61 page)

Chapter Eight

At school the next day and then later at work, Corinne’s thoughts were consumed by Nate.  He’d told her that as a Dom, his first priority, his entire focus was his sub.  Her desires.  Her pleasure. Her safety. Her aftercare.  Corinne recalled the Dom/sub code: Safe. Sane. Consensual.

A Dom would push his sub to discover her limits, test her boundaries, urge her past her fears, all to enhance her sexual pleasure.  He would do so gradually, introduce her to new things gradually.  Never inflict pain for the sake of inflicting pain and he would work his submissive up to each level of pain, work her up to face her fears, learning her threshold and how much she could take and what would greater fulfill her.

Yesterday, with Nate, had been like nothing she’d ever experienced.  It was as if he’d seen inside her and given her exactly what she’d needed to move toward reclaiming her sexuality. Except she herself hadn’t known what she’d needed.  Now that she’d had time to process the experience, she knew she wanted more.  Last night she’d taken a step out of the dark place she was in to one where she’d glimpsed light. That was the best way she could describe what had happened yesterday.  She’d moved a bit out of the darkness.  Nate had made that happen.

“Coffee, here, please!”

Corinne blinked.  Mr. Heaton, the elderly man now seated in her section, was a regular at the diner.  She snatched a cup from under the counter then hurried over with the pot and filled his mug.

“How are you tonight, Mr. Heaton?”

“Arthritis is acting up a bit, but other than that, can’t complain.  Hope you brought an umbrella.  Heard we’re in for some rain later tonight.  Wouldn’t want you to catch cold.”

Corinne smiled.  “Thank you. And yes, I did.”

She talked a bit more, exchanging pleasantries, enjoying the interaction, and just being out with people again.  In the short time she’d been back in Blake, she’d made friends with the other two waitresses who worked at the diner and was slowly getting to know a few of her classmates. She hadn’t known how much she’d miss human contact until she’d had that taken away.  Steven had kept her isolated.

Things were winding down for the evening.  She had only another half hour left on her shift then she could go home, put up her feet.  The bell above the door rang.  Nate walked in.  Her eyes latched onto him.  To the big body that moved like a panther.  To his handsome face.  To those piercing eyes that commanded her attention.  As if she could look anywhere else now that he was near.

He smiled and took a seat at a corner table.

Corinne went to him.  “Nate.  What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see you,” he said simply. “I haven’t been able to think of anything but you since last night.”

Again, her mind went back to their time together and heat spread through her.

Needing to put a bit of space between her body and his she said quickly, “I’ll get the coffee.”

Nate’s hand covered one of hers. “Coffee would be great.”  He pointed to the pot she held and smiled.

She’d forgotten she had the coffee pot in her hand.  She shook her head at herself then smiled in return.  “I’ll get you a cup.”

He added a slice of apple pie, feeding what she recalled was a mad sweet tooth.

After her shift ended, he said, “I’ll follow you home.  See you there then take off.”

“You don’t need to follow me.”

He gave her a penetrating look. “You’re in my care.  I take that seriously.”

A warmth spread through her and she nodded.

He followed her home, walked her to her apartment door.  Once she was inside and he’d heard the deadbolt slide into place, he left.

That became habit.  Nate showed up at her work every evening.  She began spending her breaks with him, talking out her day at school and he would tell her of his day.  After, he followed her home and saw her safely inside her apartment.

Friday night, the time he usually arrived at the diner came and went.  Maybe he wasn’t coming?  It surprised Corinne how disappointed she felt at the prospect of not seeing him and then how her mood picked up when a short while later Nate walked through the door.

After she’d served him his coffee and his customary slice of pie, Nate said, “You’re not working tomorrow evening.”

She was working the day shift. Corinne nodded.

Nate reached out stroked her hand with his thumb. “Come to me tomorrow.”

He hadn’t asked but stated and Corinne’s body went on high alert.  “Yes.”

* * *

The next evening, Nate answered Corinne’s knock.  She was a bit later than expected.  She’d gone home, washed the day off her body, and changed into a modest dress and flats.

Nate drew her into the house. “I was about to get dinner going.  Are you hungry now or would you rather wait and eat later?”

Though the look in his eyes telegraphed his impatience, Corinne was touched by his offer.  He would forestall his obvious preference for her.  She could have latched onto his invitation to stall what was to come, but she didn’t want to.  Her body had hummed in a state of awareness since their first time together and her excitement climbed another level in just the two minutes since she’d stepped through his door.

He took her hand again and rubbed his thumb gently across her knuckles.  “Later, then.”

He reached into a back pocket of his jeans then handed her an envelope.  “This is for you.”

Corinne accepted the envelope.  “What is it?”

“A copy of my recent physical.  I want you to be sure that I’m clean. I want you to know you’re safe with me.”

Her face fell and her fingers tightened on the envelope.  “I’m sorry. I should have thought of that.  I haven’t been with anyone . . . not in two years and I was tested after . . . after Steven.” Her father had insisted on that.  She knew she was clean as well.

“I know that you haven’t been with anyone,” Nate said gently.  “What about birth control?  I’d rather not wear condoms but I will to protect you.”

Though she hadn’t expected to be sexually active again, the IUD she’d had put in when her relationship with Steven became sexual was still in place.  “I’m on birth control.”

Nate nodded.  She was sure her face was as red as fire and though she realized how important this talk was, she was glad to have it over with.  She held up the envelope then released Nate.  She went to the closet where she’d left her coat and put the envelope in the pocket.

Nate took her hand again and when he began to move, she moved with him.  Her gaze went to the door that led to the dungeon and her stomach knotted.  The knot eased when Nate led her to his bedroom.

She gasped when she stepped inside.  Flames flickered from low candles in holders that covered every suitable surface.  Brightly colored flowers stood tall in vases.  Rose petals were strewn on the bed.

“Nate, this is so beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful,” he said.  His gaze burned.  “Do you remember your safe word?”

“Yes.”

“Say it for me.”

“Stop.”

Nate nodded.  “Who are you with, Corinne?”

“You, Nate.”

“I want you to stand on the rug in front of the bed.  Go there, now.”

Nate went to the armchair in one corner of his large room.  While Corinne did as he’d told her, he lowered himself onto it and relaxed back against the cushions.

“Take off your dress.”

Corinne swallowed.  Of course she’d expected she’d be naked in front of him at some point tonight.  Hadn’t she prepared for this eventuality?  What had all that grooming been about before she came here tonight, if not for this moment?  Still, she felt self-conscious and very vulnerable—and she still had all her clothes on.

Nate raised one eyebrow.

Her stomach fluttered at his silent command but in an oh so good way.  She wanted this.  Had come here for this.  She reached behind her and lowered the zipper.  The dress, a soft powder blue, fell forward, halting at her breasts.  She moved the sleeves down and let the dress fall to her feet.  She was clothed now in only her bra and panties that were a delicate cream color.

Nate’s eyes went a shade darker with unmistakable hunger.  Corinne shivered at the undisguised desire that flared in his eyes.  Blood pooled in her nipples leaving them heavy and aching.  She could feel the now tight buds pressing against the lacy fabric of her bra and her center began to pulse.

“Now the bra.”  Nate’s voice had thickened, become deeper, huskier.

Corinne reached back to unfasten the clasp.  Her brown hair swept forward over one collarbone.  She unhooked the bra, held it against her then slowly lowered it.

Nate’s gaze fixed on her without blinking.   “Panties.”

Corinne slowly lowered her panties.  When they reached the floor where her dress and bra now were, she raised her hands to cover herself.

Nate’s gaze smoldered.  “Can you possibly know how beautiful you are?”  He didn’t seem to expect her to answer and went on.  “Leave your hands at your sides.  I want to see all of you.  I want you on display for my viewing pleasure.”

For his viewing pleasure.
The words sent a delicious shiver through her.  Nate took his time, his gaze roaming over her from head to toe, stopping to linger, then moving on and starting all over again.  Her nipples beaded tighter.   Her sex was suddenly wet.

Nate rose to his feet and slowly came to stand in front of her.  He wore jeans and behind the zipper, she could see his erection was massive.

He reached out and gently brushed the back of his index finger across one nipple.  Already tight and swollen, her nipple tightened and hardened further.  She felt the sensation of just that one touch in her core and her clit began to throb.

Nate returned to that nipple, stroking and plucking it, alternating between soft and hard tugs.  He bent his head and took her other nipple in his mouth, licking and sucking.  Corinne moaned.  Her head fell back.  Her pulse ratcheted up.

Still licking and stroking her nipples, Nate used his free hand to gently insert one finger between her thighs.  Softly, he pushed between her folds.  She was wet but as soon as he penetrated her, she felt a surge of moisture that gushed onto her legs.

Nate continued to thrust his finger in and out of her.  He stroked his thumb over her damp skin transferring some of that moisture to his own thumb, then began to caress her clit.  Corinne moaned.

Nate was relentless.  Again and again, he stroked her tight bud.  He moved his thumb in light, wide circles that were making her crazy with want, and her desire built and built.

He knew just how hard to thrust with his finger, how much pressure to apply with his thumb to keep her on the edge but not let her go over.  Her legs went weak.  She trembled and dug her fingernails into her palms.

“Who are you with, Corinne?”

She was panting now, moaning, her head moving from side to side on her shoulders.  “Nate . . . You, Nate . . .”

Nate crooked his finger inside her and stroked her G-spot.  “Come for me, Corinne.  Come for me, now.  Say my name when you come.  I want to hear you say my name.”

She moved against him, unable to remain still.  She was making small desperate sounds of need.

Nate latched onto her nipple, raking his teeth over her now hyper-sensitive flesh.  Corinne  quivered and moaned again.  He bit her.  Corinne went wild.  Her body bowed.  She sucked in a breath.  Eyes closing, she went rigid and then screamed, “Nate.  Nate.  Nate!”

She went lax, all of the strength draining out of her.  Nate caught her against him, holding her against his hard body while she took in great gulps of air.

His huge arousal pressed against her belly.  Slowly, she opened her eyes to find Nate’s gaze on her.  His eyes blazed. She could see a storm of lust in his eyes.

But his touch was gentle as he carefully stroked damp strands of hair back from her cheek.  “Okay, sweetheart?”

She wasn’t capable of speech at the moment, was barely able to manage the nod she gave him.

“I’m glad to know that because we’re not nearly done.”  Nate’s voice was strained.

Corinne was spent, completely, utterly sated, but her body sparked.  She was stunned to realize that she wasn’t done either.  That she wanted more.  Wanted him.

Nate lifted her into his arms then set her down on the bed.   Taking a step back, he shed his clothing, all but his boxers.  What he uncovered, had Corinne’s eyes widening.  He was beautiful, his chest and abs hard muscled.  His shoulders, arms and legs thick and powerful.

Nate bent over her on the bed.  She could feel his breath on her cheek.  “Who are you with?”

“Nate. 
Nate.
”  His name erupted from her.

His gaze went white-hot then he slid his fingers into her hair and brought her mouth to his in a hard, possessive kiss.  Corinne kissed him back.

Nate broke the kiss.  He caught both of her hands in one of his, then slid down her body.  He spread her legs wide, then her folds and speared her with his tongue. 
In. Out.  In.  Out.

He was on the edge.  She could feel his raw hunger.  His actions, primitive, primal.  His shoulders were tight.  The muscles in his thick neck bulged.  His eyes were dark and feral with need.