“There’s a good girl,” he murmured and took her mouth for a deep kiss. When he drew back, he braced himself on his forearms and looked in her eyes, then smiled slightly at whatever he’d seen.
She sure didn’t know. She felt confused, like she’d fallen into a different world, one filled with heat and sensation and light. Stunned, she realized the vibrations over her clit had stopped.
Her breathing slowed eventually, and her heart stopped hammering on the inside of her ribs. After a minute, she frowned. He hadn’t come… “Sir, you—”
He grinned at her, the amusement in his eyes as obvious as his enjoyment of her. And then he moved, pushing his cock deeper into her, and she realized he’d barely entered her before. Oh, God, he was much, much bigger than she was used to. She began to feel overstretched, filled unbearably full. She yanked at her hands, wanting to push him away, but he continued relentlessly, his black gaze focused on her eyes, her face.
Finally he stopped, and she could feel his balls pressing against her. His cock was so thick in her that she could barely breathe.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked. As if he didn’t know.
“Yes.” But her body had begun to adjust, the devastating sense of invasion subsiding. “No. No, Sir.”
“Honest sub.” His eyes warmed with approval in a way that made her feel…good. Valued.
As her body relaxed, her hands unfisted, and she drew a deeper breath.
“There we go.” His lips curved. He moved inside her, and she gasped at the overwhelming feeling. He slid out slowly, pressed back in, and continued, increasing his speed by fractions.
There was no pain now. She didn’t feel all that involved, but tried to cooperate, tightening her muscles, moving her hips.
He chuckled and captured her mouth in a hot, wet kiss. “Sex is a team sport, sugar.” Reaching over her head, he hit the remote, and the butterfly thing hummed right over her clit. The vibrations were faster and stronger this time. He moved inside her relentlessly now, each thrust slamming the thing into her.
As the intense vibrations pulsed into her clit, her insides flared to life as if a fire had been sparked. Her pussy contracted as each stroke sent her higher. Her clit throbbed, the slide of his cock wakening more nerves with each long glide. Her hips pressed up trying to get more.
When he slowed, she whimpered.
The vibrations stopped, but somehow her clit seemed to have absorbed them, leaving her body strung taut, right on the edge. “Please, Sir.” She pushed her hips up.
He lowered his weight, keeping her immobile. Balancing on his elbows, he set his big hands on each side of her face, forcing her to look into his dangerous eyes. “Do you like having me inside you, Beth?” He moved just enough to send shudders through her.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do you trust me, Beth?”
“I—” His eyes… She couldn’t lie when he looked at her like that, when he surrounded her, inside, outside. “I—”
“All right then, I want you to say the words whether you believe them or not.” He moved inside her slowly, keeping her so close to the edge that her body couldn’t relax. His rough voice deepened. “‘I trust you, Master Nolan. You will keep me safe.’ Say that.”
She hesitated, and he stopped moving. Oh, God. “I trust you, Master Nolan. You will keep me safe.” But she didn’t trust him; she didn’t trust anyone.
He slid out. In. The sensation so intense her body tried to arch against him. He held her in place. “Again.”
“God, please…” she pleaded, met only implacable black eyes, and pushed the words out, “I trust you, Master Nolan. You will keep me safe.”
He gave her two slow strokes and stopped. Waited.
“I trust you, Master Nolan. You will keep me safe.” She hurried the words, needing more.
Three strokes, each one searing down her nerve paths, sparks flaring from the contact. Stopped.
Whimpers mingled with the words. “I trust you, Master Nolan. You will keep me safe.” A breath. “I trust you, Master Nolan. You will keep me safe.”
The words turned into a chant, burning into her brain as he started stroking again with hard, sure thrusts.
“I trust you, Master Nolan. You will keep me safe.” His eyes held hers transfixed, and she felt something inside her soul shiver and crack. Tears ran down her cheeks. “I trust you, Master Nolan. You will keep me safe.” The words took on an urgency, a reality as he melded their bodies together, as her muscles strained against his.
And then the vibrations over her clit started again even as he sped up. The sensations rolled through her like an unstoppable earthquake, and her world burst apart with a shattering orgasm. Her eyes went blind as her insides convulsed, billowing around the thick, intruding cock, setting off more and more spasms. She could hear herself screaming.
When her shudders slowed, he started to thrust again, and she arched up into him with another cry. His cock seemed to swell as he hammered into her with short, fast strokes. He gave a guttural groan, and she felt his cock jerk inside her, each movement making her pussy clench.
“Oh, God,” she whispered. Her mind had gone out of focus. Her heart beat so forcefully it should have knocked him off of her.
He chuckled. “No need to go that far. ‘Oh, Master’ will do.”
She was too far gone to do more than frown at him.
He chuckled again and nibbled her neck as he reached up to undo her cuffs, then rolled, still seated firmly inside her twitching vagina, and settled her firmly on top of him. His hand pressed her head down into the hollow of his shoulder. “Shhh, sugar. Time to relax.”
Her arms hurt as she moved to grasp his wide shoulders. Her fingers dug in, as though, if she could hang onto him firmly enough, her world would stop spinning. His muscles flexed under her hands. She couldn’t seem to think, but it didn’t matter. She knew she’d normally be trembling right now, except she was too exhausted, too limp. The sounds of the others coupling and talking in the room seemed distant. Unimportant.
Licking her dry lips, she tried to speak, not knowing what to say. The chant echoed in her head, diminishing slowly until only one word remained. Safe, safe, safe.
His hand moved over her back, warm against the cooling sweat covering her body. He massaged her tender bottom, pressing her hips against him and chuckling when her vagina spasmed weakly. The fragrance of sex surrounded her, mingling with Sir’s soapy, musky scent and her own.
His voice rumbled, low and a little husky. The sound of a satisfied man. The sound of Sir. “I enjoyed that very much, Beth.”
The open pleasure sent a glow through her. How long had it been since a Dom had been happy with her? She snuggled closer.
“I like your body,” he murmured, his hand cupping her bottom. “I like all those muscles you have. Your fiery hair. Your freckles.”
She hated her freckles. “I always wanted skin the color of yours.” She ran her hand over his chest, enjoying the feel of satiny skin stretched over his contoured curves. “I like your muscles too.”
“You’re not worried about my strength being used against you?”
The question shot fear through her, and she knew he felt her stiffen. His hand stroked her hair.
“Beth, answer me.”
She pressed her forehead to his chest, inhaled his warmth. “Sometimes. Yes.”
“Thank you for being honest.” He lifted her up enough to look into her eyes. “The one thing I insist upon is honesty. Don’t ever lie to me.” The roughness of his voice rubbed over her senses like gravel in an open wound, and she shivered.
Could not admitting something be considered a lie?
Chapter Seven
Early Monday evening, Nolan pulled up in front of the Shadowlands and parked his truck behind Beth’s gardening trailer. The humid air wrapped around him as he walked over to lean against her truck and wait for her. Was she going to be pleased to see him or terrified?
He rarely dated women he met at the club, but last Saturday had revealed unexpected facets of her personality, and he’d decided to make an exception in her case. Her courage in admitting her mistake had gained his respect. The contrast between her sexual hunger and her deep fears yanked at his Dom nature. And the amazement on her face each time she climaxed… What man could resist that?
So far, everything between them had been about domination and sex. The chemistry was there, both sexual and Dom/sub, but he’d seen an expression on her face a few times that hinted she wanted more.
He edged over into a patch of shade and pulled out his PDA. Might as well get a little work done while he waited.
“Hey.”
Nolan looked up, glanced at the sun, and realized at least half an hour had gone by. “There you are. I’ve been waiting for you.”
Beth wore an off-white tank top and khaki shorts, and the sight of her in street clothes was as big a turn-on as her club clothes. Her cheeks had a pretty flush, and her red hair was tangled. A trickle of sweat ran down between her breasts, and the thought of pinning her against the truck and licking it off made him harden. But no, this wasn’t about sex today.
“Why didn’t you come and find me?”
He shrugged. “I don’t like interruptions when I’m working; figured you wouldn’t either.”