On Becoming Her Sir (3 page)

“Jesus…I…” Jessie pushed up against the counter and issued a ragged moan as she arched her back. She opened her legs wider, exposing all of her slickened pussy, the offer blatant.

And he planned on taking everything, using and enjoying her body, her will. He loved the way she succumbed to his every need physically as well as psychologically. She was very much becoming his in ways even he had never dreamed of. Unable to resist the scent of her, he buried his face, driving his tongue all the way inside. He grunted and caressed her ass cheeks, tapping her bottom in a subtle reminder to allow him full control.

She seemed to relax, laying her head down on the counter and pressing her face against the cool granite. A quiet laugh slipped from her lips.

He enjoyed licking her almost as much as having his cock inside her tight box. As he lapped her cream, his mind wandered to the trip, the ideas he already had in mind to introduce her to additional aspects of BDSM as well as a more structured D/s relationship. She wanted more. They both craved expanding their boundaries, including additional conditioning and a well thought out structure of rules. He continued to be surprised by the way she was changing, melding into becoming more submissive, almost as if she longed to become a slave. He shuddered at the notion and closed his eyes. She was his lover, his best friend and the woman who would wear his collar for the rest of her life. But slave?

“Luke!”

Her moans drew him back out of his fantasy. Licking her fervently, he slipped his fingers into her cunt, flexing and driving them in and out as she bucked, her body longing to climax. “Hold it. You’re aren’t allowed to cum.”

“God. Please!”

“I said no.”

Jessie hissed and pushed back up onto her forearms, her head tossing back and forth. “I can’t. I can’t!”

“You can and you will.” This was something she’d learned early on and no matter the level of pleasure he wanted to give her, she would obey the simple aspects of their sexual relations. He bit down on one of her ass cheeks and removed his fingers, sliding them up to her asshole. Taking her in the ass was one of his favorite things. Very gingerly he pushed his slickened fingers into her dark hole, wiggling as she convulsed. He breathed a long swath of hot air across the small of her back, licking a trail where his breath had landed. The scent of her was driving him wild.

With every touch, every taste her body shivered, soft mews pushing past her pursed lips.

Luke continued assaulting her with his tongue, dipping in and out past her pussy lips. Finally rising to his feet, he leaned over her. His heart racing, he placed both hands on either side of her, lowering his head until his lips were barely brushing the soft shimmer of her cheek. “You are forever mine. Mine to tease. Mine to train. Mine to fuck. And mine to own. Do you understand me?”

The smile was her answer, the nod merely an acknowledgment.

“Good.” Rubbing both flats of his hands down either side of her spine to her ass cheeks, he caressed her skin until her breathing became calm. Wrapping one hand around the base of his cock, he placed the tip at the entrance of her pussy and slid inside in one, even stroke. “Yes!” He filled her completely, his cock throbbing against the walls of her cunt.

“Oh…ohoh…” Jessie kept her eyes closed and gripped the edge of the counter, digging her nails into the granite surface.

He held the stance for a full minute then removed his entire shaft, keeping just the tip inside. Hearing her whimper he chuckled. “You want more?”

“God yes.”

Wasting no time Luke began to thrust in and out, every stroke hard enough he shoved her groin into the counter. As he drove harder and faster, he rubbed his hands up and down her arms, finally sliding his hand around her neck.

Jessie lifted her head, her eyes opening wide. “So good.”

He squeezed gently as he plunged deep inside, marveling at how her pussy muscles clamped around him so tightly. Between her heat and wetness, he was lost to the passion, his legs shaking uncontrollably. Concentrating on not cumming, he closed his eyes and clamped down his hand and the sound of his shaft sliding in and out of her cunt mixing with the noises she was making was damn powerful.

Jessie seemed to do everything to meet his hard drives, pushing hard against the dense material, arching her back to an awkward level. There was no doubt she wanted more, had to have more of him, of his dick.

Luke wanted nothing more than to fuck her, fill her with his seed. When he opened his eyes he was unable to focus, unable to see what he was doing. He heard her strangled sounds, the muffled cries. In the next few seconds he jerked his cock out of her pussy and with one long, forceful move, he thrust the entire length of his shaft inside her asshole.

“Oooohhhh!!” Jessie wailed, her body shaking violently. She squeezed her muscles around his dick in rhythm to his fingers flexing around her throat.

“Yes. So…fucking…good.” The savage act continued for an undetermined amount of time and he knew she was as close to cumming as he was. He’d never felt so primal, needing to fuck her so brutally in their time together.

“Luke.” Her voice was nothing more than a whisper.

He tossed his head back and forth, trickles of sweat racing down his back and still he refused to stop. Couldn’t stop. He wanted to fill her with everything he had, take her in every way and…and…. A stinging sensation, a jolt of white-hot heat roared into his system. He grabbed her around the waist with one hand, keeping his other wrapped around her throat. Yanking her up and back, the angle was all he could take. He erupted inside of her just as he heard her strangled cry, one that was guttural and out of breath.

Jessie’s hands slid down his waist to his side, at first digging into his skin. Then they went slack.

Suddenly Luke didn’t hear any noise coming from her and he threw his head back and roared.

Chapter Two

Jessie had never felt so sated or content in her life. Luke was a passionate man, had always given her every aspect of himself sexually but this moment, the shared intimacy was off the charts. Hearing his intense roar gave her such a series of dazzling sensations and a sense of peace washing through her. Lolling her head she sighed and remained quiet.

“Jessie! Jezebel!”

He jerked her out of the moment, pulling his cock out of her ass and turning her around with enough force she stubbed her toe on the bottom of the counter. She bit back her cry, fearing she’d startle him. She kept her eyes closed, longing for the moment to last. Then he began to shake her.

“Jessie.”

“Luke?” Smiling, she opened her eyes and eased her hand to his face, his very sweaty face. She giggled until she noticed the look of concern on his face. No, the look was more one of horror than concern. “What?”

“God.”

“That’s what I said. I heard that could happen but I’m shocked. And exhausted.” Able to tell he had zero clue what she was talking about, Jessie laughed and shook her head. “I, um… I…” Why was it so tough to tell him what had happened to her? They held nothing back sexually from each other.

“What? Tell me. Did I hurt you?” Gripping her shoulders tightly, Luke’s eyes were imploring.

Jessie rose to her tiptoes and kissed his lips. The way he wrapped his arm around her, the strong hold, was more than his normal take charge personality. “Luke, I’m fine. I had an anal orgasm. I guess I mean I think that’s what it was. I’ve never had explosive sensations like that before. They just kinda rolled up from my toes to my asshole and didn’t stop there.” She laughed again as she pulled out of his grasp and tousled her hair. “Does my hair look curlier because I could swear I stuck my finger in a socket.”

Luke’s mouth opened but he remained silent, his eyes narrowing.

“I’m sorry. I mean I know I wasn’t supposed to cum, but I had no idea this was so incredible and would drive me over the edge so fast.” His far away look she’d seen before, one too many times. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to happen. I wasn’t trying to disobey you.”

Luke shook his head and slipped his index finger over her mouth. “You did nothing wrong. I was just afraid I’d hurt you.”

“Hurt. Yes, in a damn good way.” Jessie bit her lip and looked away. “Talk to me. What’s going on, Luke?

“I told you. I was just afraid when you went limp I’d hurt you. In case you haven’t figured out, young lady, I’m a much bigger brute than you are.”

“So I’m a brute huh?” She teased

Grinning, Luke raised a single eyebrow. “At times.”

She swatted him on the stomach. “Incorrigible.”

“Willful.”

“Yes and you love it.”

“At times,” he breathed as he growled, his look growing stern.

“Stop with the dark and brooding.”

“But I am dark and I am brooding, hence the black skin.” Talking a step back, he turned in a full circle and preened for her.

She loved when he was like this. My god she was grateful she defied his command and came to see him. Giggling, she pressed her hand over her mouth. She’d seduced him and in the end had the most amazing orgasm of her entire life. This one she was going to talk about.

“What’s so funny?”

“How I managed to suck you into my spider web tonight.” Playful as well as hot and wet all over, she eased around him until she stood directly behind. Sliding her arms through his, easing her hands up until she cupped his chest. Leaning her head against his strong back, she breathed in his all male scent. He had a very special smell about him, one that was full of testosterone and a hint of his exotic cologne, but there was something else, a level of sweetness. The fragrance was unlike anything she’d ever encountered and she could drink in the rawness of the sense every day.

“So you did. You’re a very bad girl.” Luke arched his back and eased his arms around until his hands were resting on her ass cheeks.

Only after a full minute did she realize she was in a very precarious position with him. “Uh-oh, my punishment isn’t exactly over. Is it?” Gulping, she wiggled her ass in hopes she’d distract him.

“Not by a long shot, lady. You know the rules.”

Jessie could tell he was getting hard again and decided to use the way his body craved to her advantage. She shifted, moving up and down, riding him as best she could. When he moaned she knew she had her chance, elbowed him gently and raced out of the kitchen.

****

Plink! Plink!

Jessie stretched and rolled over, the first attempt to open her eyes futile. The light flowing into the room was muted as if it was early. She knew better. They hadn’t gone to bed until sometime after three in the morning. Tilting her head, she noticed the warm glow of the clock and sighed. Thank God it was Sunday morning. Or was it? Suddenly unsure, she jerked to a sitting position and the sound of the silky sheets slipping to the floor gave her a smile. She thought through the last day or so and determined that yes today was indeed Sunday. A day of rest. Today was supposed to be a day of play but given the pitter-patter of a solid rain outside her window, she figured the proposed picnic was out.

At that moment she realized her beloved Sir wasn’t in bed or even in the room. She had an uncanny way of knowing if his larger than life presence was anywhere close. Jessie was almost instantly frustrated. What a wonderful morning they could have had awakening to the sound of a beautiful rainstorm and rolling over holding each other, massaging, maybe taking a shower together.
Maybe he’s just making coffee or breakfast
. Yeah, breakfast in bed would be a delicious start. Somehow she was in the mood for an intimate moment, a hard ride. “My oh my, bad girl.” She was in a rather raucous mood.

After taking a deep whiff, she could smell the coffee all right – burned coffee as if the pot had been left on for hours. He would not do this to her again. There was no way. Sliding off the bed she had to search for her robe, finally finding the silk tucked under the slender crack of the bed. She didn’t even remember the slinky piece had been brought back in from their kink fest in the kitchen.

As she struggled to pull on the thin material as well as stay angry with her Sir, memories of her legs being splayed on the kitchen counter and the drizzling of champagne on her pussy immediately after the hard spanking was insanely delicious. He sure knew how to set off a bottle rocket in her.

Jessie half tied her sash in the hallway and the closer she got to the kitchen the angrier she became. He’d fucking left her again and on a Sunday morning. She’d bet just about anything on the concept, including another round of discipline. A quick glance in the kitchen told her coffee had been brewed and the container had been left on. “Damn him.” Taking long strides, she jerked the pot from the maker and dumped the remnants. A single splash gushed over her hand. “Fuck!” The pain was quick in sharp jabs and the experience made her all that much more furious.

The cold water sizzled the half burned bottom and by the time she managed to get soap and fill the decanter with water she was hot all over, and not in a good way. Jessie shoved the pot back into the canister and tried to remember if he’d told her he was going somewhere this morning. Fuming, beads of perspiration trickling down both cheeks. This time, her Sir or not, she was going to give him a piece of her mind. All he did was travel and this was their one day to get everything organized for the trip. She had a full week ahead of her with clients and the last thing she needed was his disappearance over God knows what. He was infamous for just taking off, ignoring her feelings.

It was time for the shit to stop. Convinced calling him and giving him a piece of her mind would do at her some good, she tried to figure out where she’d left her cell phone. After riffling through the kitchen she realized her iPhone wasn’t in the holder in the usual spot in on the kitchen counter. “Damn it.” They’d come in through the back door and into his office first. Maybe she left it in there.

Stalking down the hallway toward the expansive space he’d renovated to be quite the home office, one he was rarely in, she noticed the closed door and huffed. A closed door meant he didn’t want to be bothered, but since he wasn’t here what the hell did the rule matter? She cursed under her breathe as she moved closer and slid one hand through her disheveled hair while she tried to keep the sash on her robe tied. Why did he do this after such a wonderful night? “Asshole.”