MasterofVelvet (11 page)

“Beth.” He growled her name. “What did I tell you? If you
disobey me again, you won’t be sharing this bed with me tonight.”

Tremors rippled through her body as she strove to regain
control, teeth biting down hard on her lower lip.

“Don’t do that sweetheart, you’ll hurt yourself.” He pressed
his thumb to her mouth, framing her cheek with his palm and fingers.

A man less observant than Adam would have missed the way she
pursed her lips to place a tiny whisper of a kiss to the pad of his thumb. If
he hadn’t already been in love with her he would have fallen for her in that
moment.

His tactile exploration of her body continued—her rib cage,
her navel, her belly and hips, all soft skin and alluring curves. She was a
delight to touch—each movement of his fingers elicited the tiniest shiver of
reaction, over which she had no control. When he dipped his fingertip in her
navel her belly trembled.

“My sweet, sweet Beth,” he began, his finger tracing a
pattern over her abdomen, “I think it’s time to tell you a little more about
what your future holds.

“I normally spend my weekends in the country at Winterleigh.
I want you to join me there. Next to my bedroom is the playroom and there I’m
going to teach you properly what it is to submit fully and completely to your
Dom.”

His touch was sending her to heaven.

Beth’s sense of self-consciousness had gone off the scale
when Adam shackled her to the bed—she’d felt silly and vulnerable and after the
spanking, confused. Part of her mind had told her that she shouldn’t like or
want this, yet something more primal deep inside her had soared toward freedom
the first time his hand dealt out the discipline she craved. It was that
primitive hunger that had compelled her to ask for more. What she had received
was more than she could have hoped for. Her bottom stung deliciously.

It was easier with her eyes closed and with Adam talking to
her. She was able to forget the helplessness of her position. Instead she
focused on the fact that this was how her Dom wanted her and her only
responsibility was to please him. If it pleased him to have her like this then
so be it. His voice was hypnotic, leading her to a place she’d never been
before—where all that existed was the sound of his words, the touch of his hand
and the way her body was responding to both.

When her Dom’s attention returned to her pussy, Beth felt
her legs go weak again. His hand was less gentle this time, more demanding. It
was so hard not to writhe with the pleasure he was giving her but she couldn’t
move, she couldn’t cry out and she wasn’t even aware of the tears that began to
run down her cheeks.

And then his hand was gone, leaving her with emptiness and a
raging hunger between her legs.

“Open your eyes, Beth,” came his low command. “Look at me.”

Hesitantly she obeyed—and saw a man looking down at her with
desire of such intensity that it stopped her ability to breathe. His touch on
her cheek was gentle as he wiped away her tears. “If you wish this to stop, use
your safeword. You have permission to speak.”

She shook her head. “No, Adam.” Her eyes connected with his.
“Green.”

Was that relief she saw on his face? “Then it’s time. I’m
going to fuck you, Beth. I gave you permission to speak—use it wisely—but you
do not have permission to come. You may move your arms but your legs remain
shackled and your pussy open and available.”

She watched him position himself between her legs, a dark,
primitive force kneeling over her. She wanted him so badly—she ached for him.
If he’d been handsome in formal attire at the restaurant last night, he was
devastatingly masculine wearing nothing but an erection. She gorged herself on
the sight of his broad shoulders, the sculpted muscular chest above rock-hard
abs, the carved obliques that begged to be caressed, the strong arms, powerful
thighs—and the long, thick cock she desperately wanted inside her.

He rocked her world.

Adam reached for the condom, ripped the pack open and rolled
the sheath onto his rigid shaft. Then his hands were on her hips, sliding under
her back to support her while he lifted her to straddle his hips. “Wrap your
legs around me as tightly as you can and put your arms around my neck—do it!”

She obeyed, adjusting the length of chain between the
shackles to follow his order. He was the only thing in the universe. He was
holding her hard against his body and between them was the solid length of his cock.
His sac was hot and tight against her pussy, and then he was lifting her and—

“Oh God!”

He was so hard, so thick—but it was the slow, controlled
strokes and the feel of his well-muscled body moving against her that was
overwhelming her. Her already sensitized clit was being brutally aroused by the
closeness and the unrelenting stimulation, and as if that weren’t enough, her
breasts were pressed against his chest, her nipples stimulated to stiff points
by the direct contact with his muscular flesh.

She tried to clasp her legs around him more tightly but due
to the ankle restraints, her movements were severely limited—instead, she got
an intense reminder of her status as this man’s sub, a reminder that targeted
her already hungry pussy.

A large masculine hand anchored itself in her hair, pulling
her head back and exposing her throat. His mouth was hot on her skin, she could
feel his teeth grazing her flesh, then she was falling backward, secure in his
arms…

The weight of him on her was glorious. He held her hands
pinned to the pillow again as his hips continued to drive into her, all
carefully controlled power, his strokes slow and deep. He was her Dom—he owned
her. She wanted him to take everything that she was and make her his.

He was the man she’d wanted all her life.

“Please, Adam,” she gasped. “Please let me come!”

“No!”

His mouth fastened onto her nipple as he picked up the pace,
his rhythm faster now. Her pleading became sobs of tormented pleasure. She
couldn’t hold it in much longer.

“Come, Beth. Come for me now!”

She needed no more encouragement. Fireworks went off in her
head and her body and her orgasm exploded on a panting cry of sexual ecstasy,
the likes of which she had never known until this day. And then her Dom went
deeper, harder, his orgasm driving her into the mattress. It felt like it would
never end, wave after unrelenting wave crashing over her, robbing her of
speech, thought, even her sense of self.

She whimpered when Adam rolled off her, only distantly aware
of him moving to release her bonds, and then he was gathering her to him,
holding her as she came down from the heights. The comfort of his low voice
soothed the tumult inside her. “Thank you, Adam,” she whispered against his
sweating chest.

Adam wrapped his arms around his sub, pulling her tightly
into the protection of his body. If he hadn’t known better, he’d have thought
she was showing signs of having flown in to subspace—her eyes were glazed and
unfocused and he felt the first hint of a shiver. He wouldn’t normally have
expected that to happen so soon but this was her first experience of a scene—albeit
a mild one—and if she’d not had sex for a while…even if it wasn’t true
subspace, the session had clearly affected her deeply.

He took a moment to dispose of the condom, then installed
Beth under the sheets with an instruction not to move—not that she looked
capable of going far.

Without bothering to pull any clothes on, he went out to the
kitchen to pour a glass of orange juice, to which he added a splash of cognac.
He also picked up one of the chocolate bars he’d bought the previous day.

When he returned to the bedroom, Beth had moved onto her
side and was curled up in an almost-fetal position and the shivering had
increased. He put the juice and chocolate on the nightstand by the bed. At the
moment, she needed warmth and comfort more than anything else. He got into bed
beside her, sliding down under the covers.

“Come here, Beth,” he encouraged, his tone soothing and
gentle. “You’ve been a good girl and now it’s time for me to take care of you.”

She turned back toward him and snuggled closer. A good sign,
he thought—she was responding to his voice and his commands though the look in
her eyes was still distant. He wrapped his arms around her again—she was chilly
to the touch. He needed to get her warmed up and to bring her back down gently.

Although she was the main focus of his attention, there was
a part of Adam’s mind that was replaying the session and evaluating how
successful it had been. He was also evaluating his feelings.

For a first session with a new sub it had gone very well.
Best to keep it fairly simple and not too demanding and she’d responded well to
a little discipline, light bondage and verbal instruction.

For a first session with the woman he loved, it promised a
rich, vibrant future.

She moved slightly in his arms. When he looked down at her
in response she was looking at him with questions in her eyes.

“Everything’s okay, love,” he said quietly. “How do you
feel?”

She shivered again. “Cold. Should I feel cold? It’s been so
long…”

Since she’d had sex.
Adam didn’t want to think of all
the times he might have had her with him, just like this. “I’ll keep you warm,”
he reassured her. “Beth, this is almost like your first time all over again—you’ve
done something you’ve never done before. This is just your reaction to it. Are
you ready to sit up? I have something that might help.”

He helped her up. Still holding her close, he held the glass
of juice to her lips, letting her take a few sips. She made a face at the first
one.

“Cognac.” He smiled. “It’s supposed to make you feel
better.”

From the look she gave him Adam figured she was starting to
regain her equilibrium. “Maybe the chocolate will go down better.”

He broke off a couple of generously sized pieces, feeding
them to her as he had fed her the cheese and biscuits a couple of nights
earlier. Adam was a man who prided himself on not much being able to trip him
up but what Beth did next completely stunned him. When she finished the
chocolate, she took hold of his hand and proceeded to lick the melted chocolate
from his fingers.

Adam’s instincts told him that it was because she was a
natural sub who had tried to keep a tight control over that side of her
personality for as long as she could remember. It had certainly never been let
out to play before and now that it was, it was determined to make the most of
the opportunity.

At the moment, though, he was concerned about how she’d
react to what had happened once she recovered fully. It was quite possible that
embarrassment, even shame, would kick in and he wanted to be on hand if and
when that happened. He had been planning to take her out for dinner again later
on, but all of a sudden pizza, beer and a bad movie, with Beth curled up on the
sofa beside him, seemed like a far better idea.

“Adam…I need to go to the bathroom.”

“No problem.” He kissed the top of her head. “I’ll help
you.”

“No!” Her face flamed. “I mean thank you, but I need to—“

“You need me to make sure you’re all right, Beth,” he
overruled her. “It’s my job as your Master to take care of you.”

He carried her into the bathroom, letting her attend to her
needs while he ran the shower to the right temperature. When she was ready, he
removed the velvet ribbon with a reassurance that it would be replaced when
they were done and guided her into the spacious enclosure. He then followed her
in.

“Adam?”

He picked up a bottle of shampoo and poured some into his
palm, then told her to turn away from him. He lathered up the shampoo, then
began to massage it into her hair. “Beth, as my sub, what is your only
purpose?”

“To please you,” she replied.

“Good girl. And it pleases me to bathe you and wash your
hair just as much as it pleases me to fuck you and spank you. As much as it
will please me to teach you more of the art of submission.”

He rinsed away the shampoo, then applied conditioner,
gathering her hair and piling it loosely on top of her head. Then he washed her
body with a fragrant, creamy shower gel before rinsing her hair again.

He was about to start showering himself when her hands
stilled the movement of his. “May I?”

The sensation of her touch on his body was sheer torture.
She washed his back first, her soapy hands never faltering as she gently
cleansed the scarred skin, left to right, top to bottom. He sensed her drop to
one knee, and she was carrying on down, over his buttocks and then down each
leg. When she came round to the front of him, her gaze dropped to the erection
jutting from his thighs.

“Don’t look so surprised, Beth. That’s the effect you have
on me.”

She looked up at him. For a heart-stopping moment, he
thought she might shrink away but then a slow smile lit her flushed face. “I’m
glad, Adam.”

Adam had a hard time not giving in to the desire to kiss her
there and then. If he did that…

What he did or didn’t want went by the board. He could only
watch as she moved closer, close enough to take his nipple in her hot mouth and
begin to suckle on it, sending a bolt of sensual lightning straight to his
cock.

“Beth.”

Her name was a growled warning. If she carried on like that,
he’d have to take her again—and he hadn’t been planning to do that quite so
soon.

“Please, Adam.” She looked up at his face, her eyes full of
adoration. “Let me give you this.”

Adam hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

His sub had a wicked mouth. He felt her teeth grazing across
his nipple before her tongue started working its magic again. He leaned back,
the coolness of the tiles nowhere near enough to calm his growing arousal—especially
when Beth’s mouth transferred to his other nipple while her fingers began to
play with the first.