Unleashed: Volume 3 (Unleashed #3) (16 page)

Minutes ago I’d been
set on walking out the door. But now I thrilled to his order, my
nipples stiff and still pulsing from his harsh touch. As if in a
spell, I complied, my lust leading me over before him, compelling me
to kneel down at his feet.

“On all fours,” he
growled. I did as he told me. Quick as lightning, he brought a
restraint to my wrists, pinning them together and tying me to the
wooden leg of the bed. Down on my elbows, I shook with lust and
vulnerability, naked and tied up, my ass bent up in the air for him
to do whatever he wanted.

Whack! I felt the sharp
sting of his huge hand on my naked bottom. I screamed out with the
contact, from shock and pain, and pulled against my restraints. He’d
tied me tight. This was a sharp spanking, not an easy, tapping, light
tease. This hurt. Smack! He knelt next to me and brought his hand
down again, hard, on my ass. I gasped and screamed, his palm coming
down again and again.

“You’ve been bad,”
he reprimanded as he punished me, my ass up and growing red under his
palm. “Bad girl, reading my mail.” Smack, he assaulted my rear,
his angry hand branding my sensitive flesh. “Ass up to take your
punishment!” he roared.

I hadn’t realized it
but I’d started to pull away from the pain, moving my ass down
toward my calves, but under his command I brought it back up.
Positioning myself, I arched my back, offering my red, sore bottom up
for his hand.

“Yes,” he hissed in
approval as he brought his hand down again for a hard, punishing
whack. “Submit!” I cried out, now panting with tears in my eyes.
It stung, it felt humiliating, and the throbbing in my pussy grew
with each and every spank. Every time his demanding, huge palm
smacked my sensitive ass, my sex ached in response, needing this,
wanting this, wanting more.

“You’re mine!” He
brought his hand down one last time, this time positioned to smack
not just my bottom but my wet, dripping pussy. I screamed and pushed
my sex into his palm, wanting the contact. He kept his hand there,
rewarding me, pressing his palm against my mound. “Say it,” he
growled.

“I’m yours,” I
purred in agreement. I was his, it was all I could feel, throbbing
through every inch of my body. I belonged to Declan.

With his fingers down
at my clit, he began stroking me, coaxing out the honey and the
pleasure. “That’s right. And tonight you’re going to prove it.”

I tensed. What did he
mean?

“You remember what
tonight is, don’t you, Kara?” He kept stroking. It was so
difficult to think while he did that. All I could do was feel,
quiver, moan. “I’ve been training your ass for a reason.” With
that, he brought his slick fingers up to the rim of my asshole. He
didn’t enter, not yet. He teased, slippery, at my hole.

I whimpered at the
reminder. Tonight he was going to take my ass. I didn’t know if I
was ready. I didn’t know if I could take all of him in. His cock
was so huge I felt like he might split me open.

“Declan,” I
whimpered, shaking, frightened. “I don’t know if…you’re so
big.”

Smack, his hand came
down again, hard on my bottom. “You will take your punishment,”
he ordered. “Naughty girls get punished. I’ve been training your
body, training your ass to please me.” He brought a hand down to
stroke my wet pussy again, reading me as I trembled to his touch.
With his other hand he stroked my breasts, bringing his fingers to my
nipples to pet and pull, stroke and pinch.

“Are you ready to
please me, Kara?” he asked, working me as I panted and moaned. “Are
you ready to take your punishment and please me?”

“Yes,” I begged,
ready for anything he wanted to give me. “Yes, please.”

With a growl of
victory, he quickly stripped off the rest of his clothes and knelt
behind me again, this time directly at my ass. “Spread your legs
for me,” he commanded.

Throbbing with need, I
pushed my knees further apart to give him better access, remembering
to keep my bottom up. He brought his huge hands to my hips,
positioning me. With his fingers, he pulled apart my cheeks and I
knew he was looking straight at my asshole. I wanted to pull away,
embarrassed. He shouldn’t be looking at me there. That was too
private, too dirty. I pulled at my wrists, feeling my restraint.

“Stay still,” he
told me, gruff, and I tried. I held myself right where he wanted and
let him start to explore me, taking my pussy juices and working them
up at my ass, slowly drawing his finger into my forbidden hole. I
gasped as he penetrated me, but I didn’t move. I’d learned what
he wanted of me and I wanted to give it to him.

“Good girl,” he
praised me. My pussy flushed, dripping in response. “Stay still for
your master.”

“Yes, master,” I
purred for him, melting into his touch, my mind a hum of heat, all
rational thought gone. His fingers felt so good. The pleasure began
to build as he penetrated me, finger-fucking my ass, now bringing two
wet fingers to slip in and out of my hole. With his other hand, he
circled and stroked my clit, working me higher. Once I was moaning
and meeting his thrusts with my hips, trying to take more of his
fingers deeper into me, he pulled out.

“Now it’s time.”
I could feel the hard, insistent crown of his cock at the edge of my
asshole. I couldn’t help whimpering in fear. It would hurt so much!

“Take it, Kara,” he
growled, pressing his dick, slick from my own juices, against my
opening. “Take my cock up your ass.” With that he pushed into my
asshole, forcing the huge, swollen crown of his enormous shaft into
my narrow, tight hole. Screaming, I pulled against my wrist
restraints. It burned! My eyes filled with tears.

“Take me in,” he
commanded as he kept pushing, pushing his huge cock into my tight
hole, slipping in further and further, using the lube from my pussy
to press in.

“I can’t—!” My
eyes bulged out, my jaw dropped. He was so huge, so gigantic,
stuffing me so tight. I didn’t think I’d survive. I couldn’t
imagine how he was even fitting.

“Christ, Kara, you’re
so tight!” he hissed and I moaned in response hearing the lust in
his voice, his tight need. I was turning him on, letting him take my
virgin ass. I wanted to do this, to serve his basest desires. Willing
myself to relax, I gave a deep exhale and let him in all the way.

“Fuck!” he
exclaimed as he buried his huge cock balls-deep into my tight,
untouched asshole. I screamed with the feel of it, stuffed so full
with his prick, thrilled by how wrong I knew it was to have him in
there, but it felt so right. He possessed me completely.

“Brace yourself.”
At his warning, I brought the palms of my bound hands to the floor
and pressed my weight into my elbows and hands as best I could. He
gripped my hips in his large hands and began to fuck me. First
drawing out, slowly, then in again, working up into a faster rhythm,
taking the burning pain in my ass and turning it into a whole
different kind of fire, so intense, so primal, burning so bright I
couldn’t see or speak words anymore. Incoherent sounds came from my
mouth, screams and moans of need and pleasure. His balls slapped
against my pussy as he thrust into me again and again, burying
himself to the hilt.

“Yes, Kara!” he
called out. “Fuck, yes, take me!” I could only moan and comply,
his need building my own, his hand holding my hips exactly where he
wanted them as he brought his cock deep into my ass again and again.

“Do you like your
master fucking your ass?” His words, so dirty, so possessive, made
my pussy quiver in response.

“Yes, master!” I
screamed as he rammed into me.

“Say it!” he
demanded.

“Master, I love you
fucking my ass!” I loved saying it, loved him making me do it for
him. He assaulted me, fucking my ass so fast and so hard I thought I
might pass out.

“You’re mine, Kara.
Mine!” He pounded into me, furious and powerful. I could feel him
start to tense, his breathing growing ragged and harsh. “Are you
going to take my come up your ass, Kara?”

“Yes!” I screamed,
feeling myself starting to come at his words. The shudders of ecstasy
built, pounded, started to break against my shores.

“Take it!” he
yelled and hot, thick come gushed out of his cock deep into my ass.
“Take my come in your ass!”

I screamed with
fulfillment as my orgasm exploded, my shudders and screams mixing
with his thrusts and final hot spurts of come deep inside my ass. I
nearly blacked out from the pleasure, sinking down, the side of my
face resting on the carpet. I could feel him pulsing inside of me, so
deep, as he brought his hands down to either side of my body. He
nearly collapsed against my back, pressing his massive, solid chest
against me, panting as he brought his face to my head.

“Fuck, Kara. What are
you doing to me?”

“Declan,” I sighed,
completely full and satisfied. He pulled out and untied my wrists
with one swift tug. Then he locked me in his embrace as we rolled to
the floor.

“I’ll never get
enough of you,” he murmured, kissing my cheek, holding me against
him tight. Panting, sweaty, naked, entwined, we belonged completely
to each other.

Declan

Kara lay against me,
the gentle rise and fall of her chest in sync with mine. All sweet
cream and honey, this woman. She should never wear clothing. It was a
crime to cover up such a masterpiece.

Last night had been so
intense, the feel of her giving herself completely to me, submitting.
How turned on she got as I spanked and then took her ass, how tight
and hot. I’d nearly blacked out when I’d come. She had as well.
We’d both lain there panting and I bet neither one of us could have
remembered our names, the date, anything other than how good we felt
together.

Afterwards I’d taken
her into the bath and massaged her, caressed her, made her feel so
good. That’s all I wanted to do, take care of her. The way she
looked at me with those wide, adoring eyes. And I could trust it, I
knew I could, because it was the same way she’d looked at me back
in the day when I had nothing. An old pickup truck the only
possession in my name and she’d still looked at me as if I were a
king. She made me feel like I was one, and I wanted to use everything
I now had in my power to make her feel like a queen. My queen.

Stirring slightly, she
slid her hand over my chest and nestled into me, her soft skin and
curves making me instantly hard. This morning I decided that she
needed to wake with an orgasm.

With a stealthy hand, I
found my way to her sex and began a slow caress, drinking in the way
she parted slightly for me even as she slept. With a deep, sexy moan,
her lips opened but her eyes stayed closed as she started to move
against my fingers, taking me in, rubbing her clit against me.

“That’s right,
baby,” I whispered and she moaned again in response. Her pussy grew
slick with my attentions, my fingers starting to slide in and out,
her breathing growing more rapid.

“Ahh,” she cried,
her eyes slowly opening, her cheeks rosy pink as I circled her
swollen clit. Massaging her breasts, kissing her nipples, stroking
her sex, I brought her right to the brink.

“Come for me,
gorgeous.” She complied without any hesitation, thrusting her pussy
toward my finger as I plunged in deep, feeling the quiver and shudder
of her walls as she spasmed in ecstasy.

“Declan!” She
looked at me wide-eyed, breathless and slightly shocked.

“Good morning.” I
smiled down at her and kissed her full lips. I wanted to wake her
like that every day, starting her off rosy and wet.

She giggled and
stretched against me languorously. No hurry, no need or desire to be
anywhere but right there. I felt like that, too. For the first time
in who knew how long—could it be ever?

“Well, that was quite
a way to wake up!” She grinned at me, content as a cat with a
canary.

“Hungry?” I asked,
playing with her golden locks. “I can order room service.”

“Starving.” She
nodded against me. Rolling to the side but not breaking contact, I
grabbed the phone and ordered us a whole bunch of everything. I
didn’t want to leave the hotel room any time soon. We had the gala
at the Met tonight, but before then I wanted Kara and then some more
Kara after some Kara.

“I think I’m in a
fairy tale,” she sighed with happiness.

“Do you like New
York?” I liked that smile on her face, so radiant and real.

“I love it! It’s so
completely different from home, but it’s so wild and fun.”
Turning to me, she suddenly asked, “What’s home to you?”

“What?” I couldn’t
help but tense up. What did she mean?

“What feels like home
to you? Here in New York? The penthouse in Billings?”

I didn’t know how to
answer. Home. What did that mean, exactly? I had the penthouse where
I kept my stuff, other places I knew well and felt comfortable. But
home?

“I don’t mean to
pry.” I could feel Kara grow shy, shrinking back into herself.

“No, it’s fine.”
I reached my arms around her again and kissed her, letting her know
with my body even if I couldn’t find words to express the
complexity of my thoughts.

“I don’t even know
where you grew up,” she mused, tracing a finger along my chest.

“Montana.” I gave
my pat answer, good enough for almost anyone who’d ever asked me
that question. But Kara was that one in a million who wanted to know
more, all of it.

“Declan, I know you
grew up in Montana.” She smiled, reminding me of how it used to
feel with her in the barn, those nights back when she was 18 and I
was 21. We’d talk and kiss and I’d hold her and never want to let
go. She did know a lot about me. Her fingers traced, her lips kissed
my tattoos and scars as if trying to read all of my secrets. And for
once in my life, I wanted to tell them.