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Authors: Angel Payne
Saved by His Submissive (32 page)
“Ohhh! Master! Yes!”
“You’re a good girl, S.” The words themselves praised, but his tone, rough and determined, turned them into a dictate. Sage reveled in it, instantly giving him a little nod in response.
“I—I want to be, Master.”
“I know, sugar.” With his fingers still fondling her clit, he slid his other hand around to the aperture at her backside. Sage moaned in greater delight. He’d been experimenting on her ass hole all week with different toys, and had even gotten a sizable dildo inside her last night. Each experience had been filled with everything she wanted most from the evolving stages of their Dominant/submissive journey: pain mixed with pleasure, surrender mixed with sin, her body stretched to take Garrett into heights of fulfillment he’d never had before. But he hadn’t breached her ass with his own body. She knew he craved to. Maybe, she mused, he’d been saving it for a special occasion.
Maybe tonight, that time had come.
Her heartbeat kicked in both anticipation and trepidation. The feeling intensified when she heard the flip of a plastic lid and a distinct liquid spurt. Her pulse raced into triple time when one of his fingers, now slicked with cool lube, slid into her tight entrance.
More wet squirts. Another finger in her ass. He gently pumped the digits, earning him deeper access. He released his hand from her pussy to help spread her back cheeks. Sage didn’t mind. He was opening her in a new, dirty, decadent way, and it coaxed out an answering animal in her, loving the coarse rumbles from his chest, the growing tension in his muscles, the lust that radiated from him like fireballs off the sun. Her breath started spilling from her in high, pleading sighs.
“Oh, fuck me, S.” Garrett practically grunted it as he twisted a third finger and a hell of a lot more lube inside her. “This rosette of yours is so damn tight and perfect.”
“Thank you, Master.” She worked her knees a little farther apart, hoping it gave him a better view. It sure made everything feel even more incredible. Her ass was so wide. So vulnerable. So enlivened and sensitive. She felt her hips undulating, driven by the growing heat between her legs. She needed him inside her. She needed him everywhere.
“I’m going to claim it tonight, S.” The distinct rasp of his zipper cut into the air, followed by the creak of the leather as he worked to set his cock free. “You know that, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “I know.”
He emitted a low groan, and there was the sound of lube being slurped along skin. “And you still want to be a good girl for me? Even if that means having my cock in your ass?”
“More than anything, Master.”
“Then I am a very lucky Master.”
The scent of more fresh lube filled the air. The music changed to a new track, lifting into a sensual crescendo. Garrett fitted himself tight and close behind her.
He pushed the bulb of his penis into her back hole.
Sage grimaced. His erection was as sizable as he was, and he was stuffed into every crevice her body could accommodate. The tissues were tested to their hilt with this gigantic invasion, and it was a tight, tense fit. But her Master was steady and slow, no matter how violently his body shook with the effort of holding himself back.
“You can do this, S.” He rolled his hips a little, getting his cock another fraction into her aperture. “
We
can do this. God
damn
, you take my breath away.”
“It’s…tight.”
“It won’t always be.”
“I know.”
He stroked her hair. “You okay?”
After she nodded, he coaxed, “Push against me, like we practiced. Work to accept it. Work to feel me. I’m so fucking deep, sugar. Do you know what this does to the head of my cock? It’s like a torch, blazing and burning, because of you. Nobody else does this to me, S. Nobody ever will.”
The sultry, naughty cadence of his words started to have an accompaniment. As his cock contacted the depths of her ass, it rubbed against that magic juncture inside her, where the eyes-into-the-back-of-her-head orgasms lived. Sage recognized the pressure as soon as it intensified, and she moaned in surprise.
“Mmmm,” Garrett affirmed at her shoulder. “Somebody’s G-spot just got woken up.” With a husky laugh, he trailed his hand back into the vortex of her thighs, from the front now. “That means it’s time to rouse S’s hot little cunt again too.”
“Uh—that’s okay, Master—we don’t really need to—” How the hell could she tactfully tell him that his wicked lip service, along with the illicit invasion in her ass and the increasingly hard knocks on her G-spot, were working plenty fine for a lead-up to her
Very Happy Camper
stamp for tonight? If he added his sinfully long fingers back into the mix, playing with her pussy like he had been—
She let out a shriek of both agony and ecstasy. Everything,
everything,
was alive from the tip of her engorged clit to the nerves around her back opening. She’d never felt such an insane mix of throbbing pain and utter stimulation before. With every moment that passed, she thought she was going to shatter, but then the pleasure actually intensified. She needed it to stop. She never wanted it to end.
“Tell me.” The voice of her Master echoed in her head, demanding she listen and obey. “Tell me what you desire now, S.”
She struggled to make him happy. She really did. But thoughts alone were impossible, let alone converting them to words. “I—I—”
He bit her ear lobe in primal possession. “Do you still want my fingers teasing your hard little clit?”
“Oh.” It was more gasp than voice. “Y-yes.”
“Do you still want my huge cock in your tiny ass?”
“Yes. Oh, yes!”
“Do you want me to drive it into you until I come? Until my hot white milk drenches everything inside you?”
He damn-near spiraled her into oblivion. She was a shuddering, needing mess. Heat, pain, arousal, absolution, completion…every moment brought them all and more. Her world had become this, a string of utterly perfect, utterly sublime moments, each one better than the last. Dear God, she was going to explode. Dear God, she
hoped
to explode.
“Aggghhh,” she finally choked. “Y-yes. Yes, Master!”
His huge body tightened against her. Crap on a freaking stick! How did he still function at all, let alone like his muscles had morphed into cast iron, when she felt like a runny egg?
“Yes what?” he prompted, nibbling her ear again.
She gulped and forced the words to form. “Yes, I want your cock deep inside me.”
“And what else?”
“I want your cum deep inside me too.”
“That’s beautiful, sugar. Now say it again.”
“I want your cum inside me, Master.” The plea came more easily this time. Saying the filthy words for herself unlocked even more delicious lust in every cell of her sex, in every corner of her mind. She gave it all to him with eager abandon. It was what he demanded. It was what she needed. “Please…come deep in my ass.”
He answered her with a long, pleased groan. “Sweet sugar, that’s thoroughly what I intend.”
His breath got hotter and heavier along her neck. He fingered her clit more feverishly while wrapping his other arm around her waist. He ripped the breath from her lungs as he drove even deeper into her backside, now filling her to the hilt with his bulging cock. Sage tried to relax, to give him extra room, but he was too big, too hard, too consuming. He took the space he needed, eclipsing everything but the power of his cock in her body and the pressure he was building in her pussy. Thought ceased to matter. Even feelings ceased to matter. She only craved the detonation. It was coming. It was coming…
“I’m gonna spill it, sugar.” His voice came on hard chuffs of breath. “And you’re going over with me.” His fingers jerked her throbbing nub to a painful, beautiful precipice. Just as she felt her body hurling over that edge, he did one more thing. With his other hand, he tugged both the strings on the nipple clamps. As he did, he yelled a single command. “Now, S! We’re coming now!”
Torment and release. The fire of pure pain, the rain of pure ecstasy. A scream of unthinking agony—and glory. It all collided in her conscious, washed together by the flood that Garrett gave her, drenching her in his seed, surrounding her with his body, drowning her in his domination. It was an orgasm unlike any she’d had before. Hell, it was unlike
a lot
of things she’d felt before. It rolled over her again and again, even after he set her hands free from the cuffs, letting her fall forward across the bed. Sage used the freedom to get more leverage, rocking her body back against his. “More,” she begged. “Don’t stop. Please!”
Garrett laughed softly. “I think that can be arranged, my love.”
“Thank you.” She pressed her head against the mattress, and wasn’t surprised when the tears started to flow. She let them come this time. All of them. The massive freedom he’d given her body had also emancipated a huge chunk of the pressure in her soul, and now it poured from her in a catharsis that could’ve never been possible otherwise. It was magic, a miracle, one of the most precious gifts Garrett had ever given her.
Garrett. Her hero. Her love. And now, her incredible Master.
S couldn’t have been happier.
Chapter Twenty-One
Garrett pulled her tighter in his lap as a cool night breeze soughed through the cedars and pines, then
shooshed
across the lake. The summer sky stretched above like cobalt silk woven with silver and lavender thread.
None of it was more breathtaking than the woman in his arms.
He bent his head to watch the light from the fire pit flicker on her face. Sage had always stopped the air in his chest with those spring green eyes, the classic slant of her nose, those full lips so perfectly made for his…but tonight, her beauty arrested him in a million new ways. He’d seen her face etched in agony then set free by it. He’d seen her lips open in the heights of ecstasy, the depths of torment, the unbound glory of being torn apart by a climax from the inside out. He’d seen her sweet body open for him in the same way she’d opened her heart to exploring this with him, with the unbound joy of a perfect submissive.
When he’d slipped the diamond on her finger last year, he’d never thought he could love her more.
The Sage who’d come back to him from the dead had proved him so fucking wrong about that.
She broke into his thoughts with her soft giggle against his chest.
“What?” he asked, stroking her hair.
“I was just thinking about the phone call I had with Josie today. We were talking about she and Wyatt coming back out for a visit before the baby gets here. I was thinking of what they might think about the renovation to the guest room.”
Garrett added his chuckle to hers. “I don’t think they’ll mind staying in the new guest room at all.”
“Me neither.” She gave him a cute little bite on her bottom lip before leaning up to kiss him. “Thank you,” she whispered, “for working so hard.”
“Well, it’s not done yet,” he protested. “There’s room for a few more things. And once I find where we can rig things—”
Sage kissed him into silence. “I didn’t mean the play room.” Her gaze glittered up at him, rivaling the sky in for spectral conviction. “I meant the work you did on
you.
Coming to the place where you could accept this in yourself, embracing it, translating it into what was good for us…” She chewed her lip again, though this time he watched her use it to fight back tears. In the end, she lost the fight. “I know how hard it must have been,” she whispered. “The courage it must have taken.” She slipped the tips of her fingers to his jaw. “You’ve given me such a gift.”
He shook his head. No. She had it wrong, and he had to set her straight.
He’d
given
her
a gift? Where the hell did she get that from?
“Sage. No. Don’t you see? You—”
She slid her fingers to his lips. “I see things just fine. I see
you
perfectly.” Her mouth took the place of her fingers, spreading the warmth of her adoration into him with slow, sweeping circles. When she finally pulled away, a smile of pure love lingered on her lips. “My hero.”
Hell. He felt traitorous stings behind his own eyes now. “My heart.”
“I love you, Master.”
“I love
you,
my little S.”
“Thank you for saving me.”
“No, my sweet submissive. Thank you…for saving me.”
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