By My Side (11 page)

Uncertainty wavered in her eyes and deepened the frown lines marring her trembling chin. “I know I’m not the most desirable type of submissive. I should have been more explicit this morning. I’m sorry, Sean. You deserve better than this.”

“Stop.”
His patience dried up the moment he realized she was giving him an out. “You are the submissive I desire, and that’s all I care about.”

He silenced anything more she might say with the soft press of his lips. She opened to him, melting into the sweetest kiss he’d ever given. It didn’t stir passion, but it soothed them both. She sighed against his lips, and her trembling subsided.

She didn’t protest when he
unwrapped
the blanket, cleaned her up, and tended to the pink skin of her back. Truthfully, he’d barely scratched the surface of what he could do with a whip. He’d spent the time trying to make it look harsher than it felt. In an hour, no evidence of the whipping would be detectable on her back and ass. She wouldn’t even have a lingering soreness to remind her of this evening.

When he was satisfied with her physical health, he rewrapped her in the blanket and scooped her up in his arms.

Her eyes, wide with surprise, lifted to his. “Sean, you shouldn’t be picking me up like this.”

Marcella’s height nearly equaled his, and her curvy build lent her an earthy beauty absent from so many of the plastic women with whom he had played in the past. He thought back to her concerns at dinner and threw her a crooked grin.

“Honey, you’re not nearly as heavy as you seem to think. Now shut up and call me Master. We’re not quite finished with that.” He still needed to assure her that he had no intention of giving her up.

She curled closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder. “Yes, Master.”

Two flights of stairs later, he proudly dumped her on his bed. The blanket parted and fell away, revealing her luscious curves. “If you need some privacy, now is the time to ask.”

She shook her head and swept her gaze down his body. Her lust-filled stare gave him permission to proceed. Some doms liked to demand and take from their submissives, but Sean only liked to take what was offered. It didn’t have to be an overt offer, but he did prefer gifts of self to the spoils of conquest. He liked that this new dynamic meant he caught those little looks that revealed the depth of her attraction.

As he turned down the bedcovers, she lifted her body to help. With the sheet and quilt at the foot of the bed, he turned his attention back to situating her according to his desires. Too many nights, he had fallen asleep with the fantasy of her lying next to him. He meant to make the most of every moment of this reality.

She had said earlier that she and her last boyfriend had parted ways because he wanted a full-time sub and she didn’t want to be one. Sean needed to know if she meant that, because he wanted her full-time. He needed her full-time. He wanted to know she was at his beck and call. He wanted to wake up every morning and know she belonged to him.

When he’d bought this bed, he had done so with the expectation that his eventual wife would be sharing it. The headboard, made from thick, sturdy wood, featured hidden eyelets to which he could hook bondage gear. Of all the aspects of the D/s lifestyle, the idea of bondage appealed to him far more than any other. Marcella seemed to share the same predilection.

This day had given him so many reasons to hope.

He left her for a moment to get the restraints he wanted. Put away in a nearby chest, they had never been used. This was the first time in over a year that he’d let a woman stay the night in his bed.

As he threaded the nylon straps through the headboard, he hazarded a glance at her face. He had to know she wanted this. Her brown eyes watched him expectantly. Desire clouded her irises a bit, and her chest rose and fell with increasing rapidity.

He wound the straps around her wrists, securing them tight enough so that she had no doubt he restrained her, yet loose enough to let her move. Her hands rested on the pillow next to her head.

“Move around.” He wanted her to explore her range of movement so she would know exactly what he had done.

She pulled both arms down, demonstrating a full range of motion. The bindings weren’t meant to restrict her movements, especially not while she slept. If a situation arose where she would need to remove the restraints herself, she could take them off and put them back on easily.

Once she finished, he reached back up to the headboard and pulled the slack in the lines until her arms were secured above her head. She tested this arrangement too and found no give.

Her heated gaze found his, and he couldn’t resist claiming her mouth in a brief kiss. Then he pulled the covers over her body. “Are you comfortable, Marcella?”

She nodded slowly, legions of unasked questions swimming in her eyes. If they had been down in her office, they would have poured from her mouth. He liked knowing she trusted him to answer everything in his own time and in his own way.

She watched silently while he moved about the room getting ready for bed. He turned off all the lights except one reading lamp. Under the heat of her steady gaze, he stripped away his clothes and climbed into bed. He rolled until his body covered hers.

He could have pushed her legs apart and claimed her with one thrust and no kisses, but he didn’t want her that way this time. He needed to show her what she meant to him.

Her soft skin beckoned, and he heeded the call with his hands and his lips. Taking his time, he explored every inch of her body. He caressed her arms and kissed the tender skin on the underside of them. He worshipped her neck and drew soft circles around her breasts until she panted and arched to beg for more.

Sean loved the way she responded to his touch. She had wonderful breasts, just enough to fill his hand. He kneaded them both at the same time. Her nipples swelled to points under his palms. Flattening one hand, he ran it over the stiff peak.

Beneath his body, she shifted and sighed. He caught the musky scent of her arousal, but he resisted easy temptation. She would learn that he liked foreplay almost more than the main event. He could spend hours touching her body, playing with the sensual responses he seemed to effortlessly elicit.

When he finally closed his mouth around her nipple, she arched and moaned. He sucked lightly at first, running his tongue over the taut peak just as he had done with his hand. She whimpered, and he kept up the onslaught. When his own passion pressed too hard, he sucked her flesh into his mouth. The slow buildup and the sharpness of pain made her body jerk and arch.

He smiled at her physical reaction and at the increasingly loud moans that rumbled from deep in her throat. By the time he made it to the juncture where her thighs met her pelvis, she wiggled uncontrollably. He loved that she gave herself over to passion so completely. Bondage was meant to do that, to free her to surrender completely to her passion and to her master.

He didn’t give her what she wanted. Instead he continued experimenting with the way she responded to different pressures and sensations. Tomorrow night he would turn her over and worship her back the same way he was worshipping her front tonight.

At last he spread her wide and tasted the sweet cream coating the precious lips between her legs. Her hips thrust forward, begging for a firmer stimulant, but the restraints around her wrists prevented her from going too far. He lapped at her, savoring the power of lavishing this pleasure on the woman he loved. Trailing his fingers and tongue along her pussy, he memorized her textures and folds.

Bringing her to orgasm this way wasn’t his intention. Before too long, she writhed, trying to escape him and to stay put. “Master, please. Oh please.”

Sean lifted his head and gazed up her body. Soft light reflected from the sweat glistening on her skin. The slight curve of her stomach called to him, as did the twin round globes rising and falling with the rhythm of her panted breaths. Her pillow lifted her neck and head so that she had a clear view of everything he did.

“Please what?”

He blew a stream of cool air over her mons. She quivered, her body trembling with need. “Please let me come, Master.”

With the tip of his tongue, he flicked her clit and tasted her passion. Her entire body lifted, strung with the same tension as a bow, and her mouth fell open. Her fingers dug into the top of her pillow. Reveling in the power he had over her, the power she’d gifted to him, trusted him with, he watched her struggle to hold off her orgasm.

At last he spoke the words. “Come for me.”

He locked his lips around her clit and sucked hard. She screamed, and her juices exploded. He lapped at them eagerly, smearing her essence all over his mouth. Rocketing up her body, he entered her pussy before it stopped pulsing.

Boneless and liquid, she offered no resistance. Her eyes widened the tiniest bit, and her pussy clenched him harder.

“Clean my face, slave. Use your tongue.”

She lifted her head to angle her mouth, and he felt the delicate flutter of her tongue against his skin. He thrust into her, establishing a slow rhythm that he could keep up for hours. The pulsing of her tight channel changed to match his pace, and he claimed her lips in a tender kiss.

“You have permission to climax as many times as you want, Marcella.” She had already submitted to him completely, and she had endured an unearned punishment just to please him. He needed to show her that her sacrifices would always be appreciated and rewarded.

He gritted his teeth when she convulsed around him only seconds later. Her already tight channel clamped down and nearly succeeded in milking him. Only his strong desire to give her more kept him from climaxing.

With unerring precision, he pumped his cock into her welcoming pussy. She whimpered and moaned. She begged, mindlessly calling his name and melding her soul with his. The next time she came, she screamed and thrashed and carried him over with her.

He collapsed on top of her, burying his face in her hair, too spent to move. After some time, he jerked awake. The light cast by the reading lamp showed that she had fallen asleep as well. With a supreme effort, he loosened her bindings so that she could move and rolled his body so that he wasn’t crushing her. He drifted to sleep with one arm around her waist.

Marcella woke to the feeling of Sean pushing his cock inside her pussy. In the darkness of the room, she could only make out his shape. She lifted her arms to draw him closer, and the nylon bindings whispered across the silk of the pillow above her head. She realized he had loosened the lead, but he hadn’t freed her from the cuffs. Immediately hot juices flowed to her pussy, and she involuntarily clenched around him.

In all the years she’d been active in the lifestyle, she’d never once wanted to wake up bound. Yet the idea of sleeping in restraints next to Sean just made her feel safe, secure, and loved. And it turned her on a lot.

The restraints he used would be easy to undo. She could get up in the morning and take them off by herself. She could release herself right now if she wanted. The restraints didn’t keep her bound to this bed. Sean did. His presence, his approval, his affection, and his authority kept her here. The cuffs were only a symbol of his power.

He lifted her legs and hooked her knees over his shoulders, and he pounded into her harder and harder. This quick fuck marked her as his. He had been generous earlier, and now he took what he wanted. She wondered if his permission to come as many times as she wanted still stood.

Heat and pressure built in her core. She gripped his biceps and held on for the ride. “Master, please may I come?”

“Yes.” His voice had that growly, half-asleep sound.

He slammed into her one last time. His body went stiff, and his hot semen shot into her pussy, setting off a new round of convulsions. She uttered a pleased sigh and loosened her tight hold on his arms as he released her legs.

Shifting to the side, he collapsed half on the bed and half on top of her body. In moments his even breathing told her he had fallen back asleep. She smiled in the dark, pleased that she was able to be here like this for him. Her mind wandered as she wondered what it would be like to be here with him like this every night.

She thought back over the past year, remembering that he’d never had a woman spend the night. Surely it meant something that she was here in his bed. The way he’d looked at her and the way he’d touched her all hinted at strong feelings. Perhaps Oasis would deliver more than she’d asked for. Maybe they could deliver what she really wanted from Sean.