Submissive Desires (22 page)

It wasn’t enough to have pierced her, though. After he’d given her a little time – very little time –

to recover, he began to play with the needles, making her hyperventilate and bringing her awfully close to losing consciousness from the pain.

When she breathed at him that her teeth were tingling and she thought she was going to faint, that grin merely grew wider. Fainting was not going to hurt her in any way, and he had ammonia with which to revive her, in any case. If she lost consciousness, he would stop and revive her, but he would not 88

continue doing anything until he was sure she was with him – he wasn’t about to waste an iota of her punishment. She got stubborn about it at that point and pulled herself back from the brink, only to have to experience it all again when he put a second needle in, horizontally, forming a plus sign within her nipple.

Maura heartily wished she could just let herself faint, but she couldn’t. She felt every single second of this atrocious disciplinary measure, as he drove those needles home and pierced her flesh at his whim.

Simon took his time, extending the torture by playing with her impaled breasts, then kissing her as he massaged them, making her squeal loudly into his mouth. He clamped his fingers on her chin, drawing back some to look into her troubled, tormented eyes. “Shh-shh-shh,” he soothed, his hand belying his words as it hurt her, badly, and continued to do so a he kissed her deeply.

Simon didn’t think that he could get any more aroused. He was rapidly approaching the point of no return, so he hurriedly unbuckled her ankles, then lowered his pants and underwear only enough for necessity. He bent down and picked up her legs at the knees, forcing her to glom them around his waist so that she could maintain her balance, and of course his rampant penis was waiting for her – thick and long and ruby-headed, seeking her warmth unerringly as he plunged into her and fucked her hard, making her wail as her breasts wobbled violently with each thrust, coming to a terrible, almost eerie crescendo as he purposely sped up to increase her pain and his pleasure. Her cries, the fact that her arms were anchored behind her and her breasts bobbed so freely as they wore their primitive decorations, threw him into his orgasm almost immediately, but he continued to torture her as he jack-hammered into her, spilling every ounce of himself out into her hot, wet pussy.

Maura was almost shell-shocked by what he had done – what she had endured. He let her down slowly, then dismantled the needles and withdrew them; Maura wasn’t sure which way was worse. He released her arms, and helped her to stand, then tended to her breasts as carefully as a mother would, apologizing when he had to alcohol them again and she broke out in tears for the umpteenth time during the past two hours.

He led her to a cool shower, knowing that she didn’t have much fight left, although her chin was still up. He’d come very close to her true edge that time, and found the idea unbearably exciting. He also found it arousing that when he’d seated himself within her, with no artificial lubrication, she had provided more than enough of her own. He knew that he’d been hurting her – seriously hurting her, not just spanking or caning, but truly giving her real, hard pain, and he did not expect that she would get off on it.

But then, he should have known that he couldn’t count on Maura’s responses. Sometimes, they were the exact opposite of what he could predict – that certainly kept things interesting.

Simon washed her as gently as any mother, turning the spray of the huge walk in shower to a cooler setting and joining her in there. She was still a bit dazed, and he wanted to get her into bed as soon as possible. He lathered her and washed her everywhere, even between her legs and between her cheeks, as always. She could never hide anything about her body from him. He demanded and got access to every inch of her. Then he washed her hair with her favorite perfume, rinsed it carefully, then brought her out and dried her off with a huge, soft fluffy towel.

Maura wasn’t actively crying, but she was quiet and it was unnerving him. She kept looking at him with those big eyes, blinking owlishly at him as he watched her. Simon lifted her and carried her to their bed, tucking her under the covers then joining her there seconds later to hold her tight against him, whispering, “I bet you won’t forget to set that alarm again, will you honey?”

She didn’t say anything, but he was gratified when she cuddled against him and laid her head on his shoulder – glad that she would still turn to him after such a hard session.

“Shh-shh-shh,” he rubbed her back slowly, rhythmically. “You go to sleep. You’ve had a hard time of it, woman.”

Simon held her tight for a very long time after she had drifted off, gently brushing the hair back from his face, and rubbing her shoulders to alleviate any soreness from their position.

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He didn’t know what he’d done to have her drop into his life, but he damned well intended to do anything he could to keep her with him . . . short of marriage, of course.

And he certainly didn’t love her.- PRESENT DAY:

His plane was in the shop, and he had to fly around commercial like the rest of the population of America. The poor baby, she thought wryly as she waited impatiently outside the gate area at the Albuquerque airport in her big beige trench coat.

At least this was the last time she’d have to do this – or even be without him. He’d decided to retire, and would only be available in times of dire emergency. His decision had amazed Maura, but he had been quite casual about it, announcing it to her as she saw him off on this mission.

He was one of the last people off – of course. Simon hated to join the herd, considering it a security risk he wasn’t willing to take. He always waited until nearly everyone else had cleared off the plane before he got off. It drove Maura crazy!

Even though he hadn’t seen her for almost a month, his expression didn’t change one bit when he saw her, and when he got to her, he didn’t hug her or fawn over her in any way that would broadcast to anyone that he might care for her. Simon merely slipped his arm around her waist, as sure of his reception from his woman as he was that the sun would rise in the morning, and corralled her firmly towards the baggage claim area.

He had made a declaration of his feelings, in his own way, but there was no need to be overt about it as far as he was concerned. The decision to retire had overcome him when he realized how much he didn’t want to leave her – not for any reason. They had created what was – for them – a place that was awfully close to Paradise within the four walls of their house, and he didn’t want to be flying away from her all the time. He wanted to spend all of his time with her – attending to her in all the myriad ways his devious mind could come up with.

By now, Maura knew what to expect from him and wasn’t bothered by his lack of emotion.

Simon was extremely hot blooded, but not very demonstrative. She’d learned to cope, finding other things that assuaged her need for public displays of affection.

Or really any affection at all. That wasn’t Simon’s way, and Maura had either had to learn to deal with that or leave him, which she would have found completely impossible after about the first month with him, when she realized just how perfectly matched they were intellectually and sexually. Granted, he was even less introspective than the usual American male, but nothing like that mattered to her. She had gladly given up any possibility of connecting with a guy who would surprise her with roses or plan an elaborate picnic by a river, but what he did for her she found completely priceless, and knew she would never find anyone who would be more compatible with her sexually – and her sexuality was enough of her personality – of her lifestyle – that she would gladly give up pretty much anything to be with him.

And she had – she’d given over almost total control of her life to him, and the both of them luxuriated in that fact.

He took her submission to him very seriously. It was not “role playing” for him – it was the way he was – his way of life. He was an entirely natural dominant, and she was a natural submissive. She couldn’t imagine ever being with anyone else – she couldn’t imagine trusting anyone else the way she’d come to trust him. And he’d lived up to her expectation in every instance.

Simon grabbed his small suitcase off the belt, then reclaimed her, his hands wandering enough to realize what she’d done. It brought that sexy, evil smile to his face again, which was just what she was aiming for.

She had gotten a primo parking spot in the first row, and, after stowing his luggage in the back, he turned to lift her into the cab, his hands sure and strong on her waist, lingering there as he kissed her hungrily, his fingers loosening the ends of the belt she’d casually knotted around her so that they could touch her bare skin.

All of it, if he wanted to.

Beneath her coat, Maura was stark naked.

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“I’m pleased that you obeyed me.”

Maura was completely uncomfortable doing this, he knew, but she had put her own fears and her own will aside and had done as she was told. That deserved a reward, and he would make sure that she got one, after he indulged himself a little.

In the afternoon sun, not far from the hoards of people who were also looking for their cars, he boldly covered her naked breasts, cupping it possessively, and even sneaking a quick suckle as she tried unsuccessfully to crane back away from him.

“Uh-uh-uhhhhh,” he warned, “Don’t be naughty or I’ll spank you right here and now. I don’t give a damn who sees me. You’re mine to touch, take, or punish in any way, anywhere I see fit.” Simon caught her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Aren’t I?”

“Y-Yes, Sir.”

“And if I tell you to turn over, and I take up the back of your coat and give you a good blistering, you’re going to lie there and take it, aren’t you?”

Her cheeks blushed as red as he would make her bottom if she denied him. “Y-yes, S-Sir.”

Simon’s cupping hand moved to brush her hair back, his eyes soft. “Good girl. And who do you belong to?”

“You, Sir,” softly, almost bashfully, although she adored saying it and her pussy dripped at the reality of it.

“Very, very good. I’m extremely pleased that you’ve done this, although I know you didn’t want to.”

“I’m glad that you’re pleased, Sir.”

An older couple walked by them and Maura automatically tried to cover herself nervously.

Simon reprimanded her sharply. “No! Put your hands on the seat.”

Huffing and puffing to let him know that she was frustrated by his command, she did as she was told. Her bare breasts were effectively thrust into his face, and he took complete advantage of that fact, murmuring against her soft skin, “No one can see anything. I’m standing in front of you.”

Maura was whimpering at the pleasure he was creating.

“Just for that, I’m going to take you as soon as we hit my land.”

She’d been expecting just that.

But Simon hated to be at all predictable. “I’m going to shove myself up inside your bottom, my Maura,” he grabbed a handful of her hair, close to her scalp, and held her head completely still with it.

“After I’ve licked and sucked you with my mouth – but I’m not going to allow you to come until midnight tonight.”

Maura’s eyes flared wide open. Oh, God! When he did this to her, gave her a time when he was going to orgasm her into oblivion, he would spend long chunks of time teasing her mercilessly – and she knew she was not allowed to experience release until he told her she could. She knew – further – that even at midnight, when he’d said she could come, that she should never come without asking his permission, regardless.

She was in for a long, torturously pleasurable evening.

And, as he kissed her hard then closed her door and rounded to his own, she realized that she wouldn’t want it any other way.

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