MIranda's Rights (4 page)

Flutters swarmed her tummy and her legs liquefied.

“I can feel you trembling,” he whispered against her ear. “Are you scared?”

No, not of Jase. Only of how tonight would change them.

“Do you know how many nights I’ve dreamed of you? Of being inside you. Just like this.” His fingers drifted lower, over the swell of her breasts. She gasped as he rasped a thumb over her nipple. Chills shivered over her arms. She leaned into his warmth, letting her head rest against his shoulder.

He adjusted behind her, on his knees, with her legs sandwiched between his. He rolled his hips. The hard ridge of his cock rocked into her bound hands. Wiggling her fingers, she rubbed him through his jeans.

He pinched her nipple harder. She writhed and moaned. Harder still. His hands were so strong. Heat flashed from tip to clit.

“I don’t require words to know how you need to be touched. Feel how your body responds.” His fingers trailed lower, over the plane of her stomach. Her muscles quivered as he brushed his knuckles against the skin of her pelvis.

Her eyes slid closed and she reveled in the intoxicating anticipation. She was wet and aching and…

Ah yes. She nearly wept as his finger brushed against her damp curls. She sagged in his arms. Jase held her tighter. His teeth grazed her shoulder as his finger slipped between her drenched folds.

Swirling his finger in exploration, he traced her seam, circled her opening and then screwed his finger deep into her hot, wet passage.

“Oh Jase.” Her fingers clawed at his stomach. “Please,” she begged.

Jase clamped a hand over her mouth. “Shhh.” Adding a second finger, he fucked her with his hand. His thumb worked her clit and his fingers drilled into her cunt. In and out. Hard slams stole her breath and caused a riot of sensations deep in her core. “Do you need pain to come?”

She shook her head. A simple orgasm wasn’t enough. The euphoric rush—subspace—was like a drug. But it wasn’t just the potency of pain with pleasure, but also the power of her master. She thrived on the intensity. But she’d never felt like this. With Jase, she reached for a place she’d never been before. Poking her tongue between her lips, she licked his palm.

A chuckle rolled from his chest. “Like a kitten,” he said. “Now I want to hear you purr.”

She was purring now. Her body hummed, electric in his arms. He pulled his fingers from her cunt and she whimpered with the loss.

Jase shifted, wrapped one arm under her thighs and one behind her back and lifted. Three long strides and he had her prone on the bed. The rasp of his zipper sent her heart racing.

“May I speak, Sir?” She shifted, turning onto her side and wriggling up until she sat on the bed where she could see him.

Bent over, he pulled off his ankle-high black boot. Jase straightened and a slow smile turned his lips. He peeled his jeans over his hips and down his thighs. “Are you sure I want to hear what you have to say?” He stepped out of the jeans. His gray boxer briefs hugged his hips. “I have other activities in mind for your mouth.”

Miranda swallowed. Defined within the tight cotton, his cock was long, thick and solid. Tingles in her pussy traveled into her breasts. Fire spread through her limbs. She didn’t want to ruin the moment. Jase was here, with her. Perhaps she should just let the night play out as he wanted. He was giving her all she needed. So should she speak? Yes, because none of this mattered if he thought the worst of her.

“I’m not a slut.” Unwilling to see rejection, she shifted her gaze. “I’m not a pain slut. I just need the pain.” But now she wasn’t as sure. She just knew she needed him to accept her—to understand her.

“Whatever you were or have done before me doesn’t matter.”

“It does to me. I usually play SSC.” She’d been in the lifestyle long enough to understand that any scene she entered would be safe, sane and consensual. A lump formed in her throat. She’d thought she had been ready for the next level. Something inside still ached and she’d tried to soothe the need.

Blood pounded in her temples. The fear she’d felt when the master had applied pressure to her throat. The encroaching blackness. Her pulse raced and panic welled within her. Miranda drew in a deep breath and willed her body to relax, to remember she was there with Jase.

Clothing rustled. “Miranda, look at me.”

She did. Jase focused on her. He was strong, intelligent…and he was there for her. He stood next to the bed, naked and gloriously aroused. Reaching toward his navel and jutting from a nest of dark hair, his cock bobbed. The crown was round and smooth. The color darkened and pearly fluids seeped from the slit. Ropey veins pulsed and flushed with blood. She licked her lips and lifted her gaze to his.

“Not here. Not tonight. I don’t want you to think about anything—or anyone—but me and you. We’re all that matters.”

Tears blurred her vision. He was as undone as she was. “Yes, Sir. Not here. Not tonight.”

“Spread your legs.”

Miranda scooted on the edge of the bed, dropped her legs over the side and widened her thighs. Jase stepped between them. He touched her pussy, traced the slit and slowly slid his middle finger into her hole. Her passage milked his finger, gripping as he pumped in and out.

“This is mine.” He removed his fingers and straightened. “And this is yours.” His cock thrust toward her face.

Miranda licked her bottom lip. The musky male scent made her mouth water and her tongue thicken. Dark hair surrounded the base and his heavy balls tightened under her stare.

“Open your mouth.”

A rush of hot cream slipped from her pussy. Her heart pounded and a quiver started deep in her core. With her arms behind her back, she balanced, inched forward and opened her mouth.

Jase placed his hand on her head and stilled her movement. “Slow. I want to feel every breath from your hot mouth.” He grasped his thick, pulsing stalk at the root and painted her lips with the glistening fluids. Her tongue slipped past her lips, tasting his flavor, then curled around his cock head.

Jase grunted and squeezed his dick hard. More of his essence leaked from the slit. She pressed her tongue against the hole. Opening wide, she swallowed the knob and took him deep into her mouth. A low moan rolled from her throat as Jase grasped the sides of her head at the ears and gently thrust more of his shaft between her lips.

He was so big, hard and velvety smooth. The corona bumped the back of her throat and her teeth grazed the length.

“Fuck, yes,” he hissed. “Use your teeth.” He reared back, and she scored the length of his shaft with her teeth. She sucked, licked and swirled her tongue along his cock. Thick veins running along the underside throbbed. She rolled her lips over her teeth and increased the pressure as he pushed back into her mouth.

She whimpered and moaned as she bobbed on his shaft. His hands tightened into fists in her hair until her scalp tingled. Thrusts became frenzied. Relaxing her throat and jaw, she relished the feel of more of his cock, silk over steel, filling her mouth. His shaft was wet from her tongue. He tasted too good, felt too good in her mouth. Her pussy creamed and her clit ached.

Jase roared. “Don’t make me come.” He yanked her hair and jerked his dick from between her lips. She gasped for breath. His darkened eyes narrowed, glinting with barely banked passion. His jaw ticked and his mouth formed an unyielding line. He was strung tight. Muscles bunched. His cock, shiny with her spit, swelled. After a few slow breaths, he released the tight hold he had around the root. His gaze dropped to hers. “As much as I love the warmth of your mouth, I’m going to come in the heat of your pussy.”

She gnawed her lower lip and nodded. Yes, she wanted that, too.

Jase retrieved a condom from the pocket of his jeans, tore it open, stretched the tip over his cock head and rolled the latex down his shaft. He squeezed his balls with his left hand and stroked the shaft with his right. “Every time you come, I’m going to smack your ass no fewer than five times.”

Lust, unlike she’d ever felt before, unfurled in her chest.

“Turn over.”

She did. Jase crawled onto the bed, straddled her legs and grasped her by the hips. “This isn’t the time to be quiet.” He lifted her so her face plowed into the bed and her ass hiked high in the air. Her arms were still bound behind her back. He palmed her hip then caressed her rounded cheeks. “My sweet Miranda, you like it rough.” He tightened his hold and she whimpered.

She moaned a yes. More of her fluid trickled onto her thigh. She couldn’t get any wetter. She felt as if she’d been waiting just for him…only him.

Jase’s finger prodded her opening, stretching her. “I won’t be gentle.”

She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. Strung so tight, she was on the brink of a white-hot release from his dark, dangerous words.

“Have you been given safe words in the past?”

She nodded, her face pressed into the bedspread. She never wanted to have to use a safe word again. They were common, especially in encounters where she didn’t know her partner well. Preplay negotiations, sharing of interests, fantasies and any concern a partner might have, were part of Club Creed. She didn’t participate in group encounters. Strictly one on one. Because of her feelings for Jase, she’d preferred men who wouldn’t expect an association outside of the club. She hadn’t lied when she’d told him he was the only man in her life—the only man that mattered.

“You won’t need a safe word with me.” He nudged her folds with his cock. She gulped for breath. The broad head stretched her opening. He inched a fraction deeper. He was hot, hard and felt so good. She widened her thighs and he pressed forward. Her vaginal walls clung to his penetrating shaft. “You’ll always be safe with me.” He slammed the full length of his cock into her channel.

Miranda cried out. Fire seared her passage. The blazing heat of his cock, crammed into her cunt, spiraled her into a maelstrom of erotic sensations.

Ravenous, feral grunts sounded behind her. Jase was driven, dominant and in total control of the speed and thrust. The blunt tips of his fingers dug into her hips and he slammed into her hard. In and out. Out and in. His cock plowed through her slick folds, filled her full and penetrated deep.

“Oh, Jase.” She couldn’t be silent. Before he even found his rhythm, he sent her spinning into oblivion. Her thighs trembled and her quivering cunt gloved to his thrusting shaft.

“That’s the first.” He reared back, slapped her ass hard then plunged back into her drenched heat.

Yes, she knew. The first of many orgasms if he continued to hit that special G-spot at just the right angle. Wet sounds of their bodies coming together heightened her arousal. Thrusting in, rearing back. Gloriously full then desperate to feel him slide his solid shaft into her tight sheath again.

“Come for me, baby. Let me put a blush on this ass.” He gave her another firm smack.

“More. Please,” she whimpered. She wanted him to slap her ass until the sting became a wild burning ache.

“Earn it.” He reached between her legs and gently circled her clit with the tip of his finger.

She cried out. Hard spasms rocked her core. Sweat beaded on her back and dampened her hair. She turned her face into the mattress and bit into the blankets. Her head thrashed and her arms burned.

Jase grabbed the rope binding her wrists and jerked her arms. Leveraging higher, he rode her rough and wild. Miranda relinquished the last of her control and was lost. Her body and mind became his. Violent tremors racked her. Wave after wave carried her to a place where she could only breathe and feel. Feel Jase’s cock, his touch, his gravelly words seeping into her soul. Warmth bloomed in her chest and her heart pounded. This wasn’t submission, this was finally belonging. Pain morphed with pleasure. Euphoria numbed her mind and her only focus was Jase.

Before the ripples of her release could fade, she began to build toward another. Her clit throbbed and her juices creamed around his shaft. She moaned and rolled her face into the blanket. The pleasure bordered on pain. Oh God, she was coming again.

“Fuck.” A deep, intense growl burst from Jase. Losing his rhythm, his cock pulled from her cunt. He fumbled with her bindings, jerked on the knots and ripped the ropes from her wrists. Her arms were numb. Excruciating pain tore through her joints. She couldn’t move.

Jase flipped her to her back. Spreading her thighs, he settled between them and speared into her. Ignoring the pain in her limbs, she twined her arms around his neck and forced his mouth to hers. He groaned, opened over her lips and dipped in for a taste. Tongue to tongue. Bodies joined. Her thighs locked to his hips and her legs twined behind his back. Using her heels, she dug into his butt, keeping him buried deep within her body. Her hips rolled with his, a perfect tandem of thrust and retreat.

She smiled as they kissed.

“Does my cock tickle?” he asked and he swiveled his hips.

“No, but…” She gasped. Muscles in her neck strained as she arched. “I’m coming again.” Her back bowed and her channel contracted against his shaft, trying to hold him inside. “I want my spankings.”

The pleasure was too intense. She blazed into another release. Jase pumped his hips. She hadn’t thought he could get any harder or any thicker, but he stretched her on a powerful downstroke and erupted. She felt each hot, pulsing spurt.

Jase gasped for breath and collapsed onto her chest. She banded her arms around his shoulders. Burying her nose in his neck, she drank him in. Masculine, powerful, and the stimulating scent of sweat and sex.
Her man.

“Thank you, Sir.” She shivered yet burned. Never before had she felt as complete.

He stilled then hovered above her and kissed her lips, kissed the tip of her nose and kissed each eye closed. “Good girl.” He leaned up and his softening erection slipped from her body. Carefully removing the condom, he tied it off and dropped it into the garbage.

She expected him to come back to the bed. Sexual currents sizzled through her body. Jase proved he knew how to dominate her, how to control her pleasure. He should know that after such a powerful experience she would need aftercare. She needed him to hold her, touch her, to ease her through the sub drop, the time it took her to come down from the rush. At the very least, she needed him to talk to her.