Temporary Master (22 page)

So
focused on her need, she was beyond herself as she babbled, pleaded and begged
him to end it. It wasn’t until she felt the blunt head of his cock against her
that she realized he was no longer laying between her legs. Instead he knelt
between them with his jeans unzipped and the denim framing the straining length
of his cock. But even as impressive as he was, her attention wasn’t there. It
was on his lips. Slightly swollen from their kisses and wet with her juices,
she was transfixed as he drew both of her legs over the crook of his arms,
holding her open to him. His emerald gaze snapped to hers.

“Tell
me, ask me…beg for my cock, Sabella.”

The
dominant demand had barely hit her ears before she obeyed. “I need it…please,
Sir. Give it to me. F-fuck
your
submissive.”

“Yes.”
His head tipped back, his hips flexed, and she screamed as he slid inside of
her, big, hard, hot and deep. The sting of his fingers where he held onto her
knees was lost as he began to move. In and out, pushing, pressing against nerve
endings until she sobbed because of the overwhelming pleasure. She needed more,
wanted more. Her pleas seemed to fall on deaf ears as he kept the pace slow,
but made sure she took every inch of him. She wasn’t going to survive this
claiming. She just knew it. Behind her eyelids colors flashed as she was drawn
out upon the rack of his claiming.

“So
damned tight and giving.”
He moved just a bit harder, drawing sharper cries from her. “Look at how your
chitsu-nai
clings to my
ondori.”

She
shook her head as the lights spun faster. She was so close.

“I
said look.” His demand had her eyes flying open, even as the pressure in her
womb increased.

“
Anata
no sensei
ni
kansha.”
She whispered her agreement,
her head lifting and taking in the ruddy flesh just past her mound. Thick and
wet, his cock moved in and out of her, dragging over her clit. It was one of
the most erotic things she’d ever seen as her pussy lips clung to the length of
him as if reluctant to release him. His chest bellowed as he struggled to keep
his movements languid. She met his eyes. “It’s beautiful, Sir.”

“Yes,
it is.” His grip tightened on her legs. “But I can’t hold back any longer…” He
bared his teeth. “...I have to…
fuck!”

“Ahhh!”
She nearly passed out as the slow,
long, deep thrusts turned into fast and short choppy ones. Her world spun as he
fell over her, dragging her legs higher as his teeth fastened to her shoulder
while he fucked her. If she’d been more coherent, she would have marveled at
the pure savagery of his lovemaking. But as it was all she could is hold onto
him and pray he’d carry her safely to the promise land.

“Ugnnn.”
Her head thrashed as everything
tightened in her lower body. Above her, he growled, sucking hard on her flesh
as her entire body convulsed, when the pleasure starting at her core rocketed
out to her extremities. He released her shoulder with a muttered oath before
jerking out of her. She whimpered in protest but was ignored as he frantically
stroked his cock, his fist a blur between his thighs. His shirt hung from his
shoulders, fluttering wildly with his movements until he finally arched his
back and unloaded. The first strand landed on her stomach while the next two
landed directly on her mound, the hot sticky release saturating her curls. She
could do nothing more than marvel at the beauty of her Sir as he came, as she
lost her foolish heart to the man who was known only as the Temporary Master.

His
body still singing with his incredible release, Ethan knelt between Sabella’s
splayed thighs. Leaning back on his heels, he hungrily gazed at her damp body.
Her beautiful alabaster skin was dotted with his release, and his love bite
graced her shoulder marking her as his. He couldn’t deny the savage thrill he
got from seeing his seed scattered across her flesh, but that hadn’t been the
only reason he hadn’t come inside of her. They hadn’t discussed birth control,
even though they both had exchanged physical exams after their first session.
He couldn’t risk impregnating her without her consent.
Amazingly
enough the idea of her belly swollen with his child didn’t bother him in the
least bit.
He was no young man any more. Approaching forty, he still
considered himself to be in the prime of his life, but he’d eventually like to
have kids, with the right woman.

“Damn.”
Pressing his hands to his thighs, he tried to catch his breath. Lying limply in
the cuffs, Sabella’s eyes were closed as the flush of her release faded from
her chest. He needed to get up and start aftercare, but he found himself so
wrung out from his own release, he merely wanted to curl around her and catch a
few hours of sleep, before Davis
came
pounding on his
door demanding he deal with the stack of new applicants for the club.

Her
eyes slowly
opened,
their brown depths lazy with
satisfaction. It made him want to beat his chest. “Wow…” The breathed word was
exactly what he was thinking. As she shifted, the cuffs around her wrists
rattled against the headboard.

“Damn,
sorry, little one.” He leaned over to snag the small silver key from his
bedside table. Unlocking the cuffs, he eased her arms down, examining one wrist
then the other. He gently rubbed the faint red marks left by the cuffs. Yanking
the drawer on the stand open, he pulled out a mentholated ointment he’d found
in the past would soothe sore muscles. Unscrewing the small bottle, he rubbed a
minute amount into her arms and wrists.

“That
feels good.” Her head tipped back, a soft moan slipping free. His cock, now
sated, perked up at the sound. If he thought thumbing it would do some good, he
would’ve. From the way she was laying, he’d exhausted her with his passion,
especially after the traumatic events of the day before. A quick glance at the
alarm clock assured him four hours of sleep wasn’t enough time for her to
recover. It was only two-thirty in the morning. They could both easily get
several more hours of sleep.

“Good.”
He continued to massage her arms until her breathing grew soft and regular.
Once he was certain she was on the cusp of sleep, he eased away. He’d just
returned the ointment its place when there was a light rap on his bedroom door.
Standing quickly, he gently drew up the sheet, uncaring the soft linen was
absorbing what seed her skin hadn’t. He could always change his bedding later.
Leaning over her after zipping his jeans, he pressed a kiss to her forehead and
whispered softly to her that he’d return after answering seeing what Davis
wanted.

Sliding
open the door, he wasn’t surprised to see his friend. Shutting the door behind
him so their conversation wouldn’t wake Sabella, he moved into the hall.
“What’s up? I thought you had a trial in the morning.”

Davis
held out a slender phone Ethan recognized as Sabella’s. “I do but between her
dad
blowing up her cell phone, along with Lauren, there’s
not a prayer anyone could sleep.” He rolled his eyes. “If you hadn’t been so
busy making her
scream
, you would’ve heard the house
phone ring. Lauren’s on her way over here right now.”

“Dammit.”
He softly cursed as he took the cell phone from Davis. “You couldn’t convince
her Sabella was fine and to wait until tomorrow?”

Davis
laughed.
“Yeah, right!
Nothing stops Hurricane Lauren
when she gets something in her brain. You better come up with a pretty good
explanation before she gets here too. She’s pissed. She thinks you’re stopping
Bella from calling…”

Confusion
swamped him. “What the hell do you mean she thinks I’m stopping Sabella from
calling?”

Davis
shrugged. “Who knows with women? But I’m headed back to bed. Unlike some people
here, I have to go to work in the morning and three .A.M. calls make me rather
grumpy.” Then he clapped his hand over Ethan’s shoulder. “Good luck.” He yawned
once more, before wandering down the hall towards his wing of the house.

Holding
the phone, Ethan’s earlier good mood disappeared. All he’d wanted to do was
clean up and crawl back into bed. Instead he now had to deal with the
matchmaker of Napa. Glancing down at his slightly soiled jeans, he turned back
and looked longingly at the door to his closed room. While he didn’t mind
smelling like his little one, he didn’t think it was a wise idea to meet her
best friend reeking of sex. However, neither did he want to wake Sabella by
getting a clean change of clothing. The faint sound of the buzzer on the drier
going off in the laundry room brought a small smile to his face. And luck
having it, he’d thrown a load into the drier less than an hour before he’d
joined Sabella in his room. Sometimes the gods did look down on him and smile.
Slipping the phone in his pocket, he headed to the laundry room. Maybe his luck
would hold and he’d be able to deal with Lauren, while still getting back to
his room in time to catch a few hours of sleep in Sabella’s arms.

* * * *

His
luck ran out the moment, freshly dressed in clean clothing, he opened the door
to greet Lauren. Storming in like the hurricane Davis had named her, the leggy
blonde immediately began yelling for Sabella.

“Bella!”
She moved quickly down the hall,
opening doors, sticking her head into the rooms all the while calling for her
friend. It was at this moment he was glad he’d made sure his training area,
office, and therapy rooms were the farthest from his private rooms. There was
less of a chance her yelling would wake Sabella, but that was not to say Davis
would be so lucky. His rooms were closer to the training room and their private
offices.

“Ms.
Haskell, please stop screaming. There’re people in this house who do happen to
be sleeping.” Ethan grabbed her elbow. “If you want to find out more about
what’s going on with your friend, please follow me into my office.”

Her
eyes narrowed as she tried to jerk her arm away from him. “What if I don’t want
to? What if I want to find Sabella and leave here?”

Crossing
his arms across his t-shirt clad chest, he spoke with a calm he didn’t feel.
“I’ll tell you this once, Lauren. Sabella’s my submissive, and right now what
she needs more than anything is sleep. So no matter how much you scream and
holler, she’ll remain where she currently is - asleep in my bed. Your actions
won’t change that fact.” He leaned in until his gaze was level with hers.
“However, if you do insist upon this path, don’t be surprised if you find
yourself dealing with a six foot seven pissed-off Irishman because you woke him
for the second time tonight.”

She
glanced quickly down the hallway. “He’s not sleeping…he can’t be. I just called
him.” She looked a bit uneasy at the prospect of Davis appearing.

Ethan
lifted a shoulder. “I’ve lived with the man for over five years, and I know he
can fall asleep at the drop of a hat, which is good thing considering how
easily he wakes. Do you want to try his patience again? If so, please do keep
calling for Sabella, and we’ll be hearing you yell for an entirely different
reason as Davis bends you over his knee.”

Her
gaze darted down the hall as she chewed on her lower lip. “He wouldn’t dare…”

“Well,
it’s no skin off my nose as you Americans say. You can take your chances with
Davis, or come with me and we’ll discuss the situation like rational people who
happen to be holding a discussion at nearly four o’clock in the morning on a
Tuesday.” He turned towards his office. “My office is this way, if you feel
like discussing this rationally.”

He
didn’t have to wait long for her to make her decision. He hadn’t taken more
than half a dozen steps before he heard her following him. Entering his office,
he flicked on the light before going to the sideboard. After filling it with
water, he turned on the small electric teapot, as Lauren shut the door behind
her. Setting it to brew, he busied himself setting out the tea service set,
along with sugar. Then he turned around as he waited for the water to boil.
Lauren was standing next to the window behind his desk, staring out towards the
barn housing New Beginnings.

“You
know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen the club from this vantage point before.”

“I
imagine not, considering you’ve never been inside my home.”

“Not
for a lacking of trying on your partner’s part.” She turned away from the
window. “It’s quite…different than I expected.”

He
raised a brow. “And what exactly were you expecting?
A huge
neon sign stating ‘Kinksters Apply Within’?”

She
shrugged. “I don’t know, but I was expecting more than it appearing to be a
simple wine barn.”

A
smile pulled at the edges of his lips. “Because that’s what it is…was. Davis
and I wanted a place to play, a place for others to learn without attracting
undue attention.”

Nodding,
she turned away from the window. “Well you’ve accomplished that goal. New
Beginnings has a stellar reputation for a club as young as yours. A lot of the
people in the scene have started recommending newbies come here. They say it’s
a good place to cut their teeth as they explore the lifestyle.”