In the Zone (24 page)

“May I suck your dick, Sir?”

He’d fantasized about that for three days. Unlike her, he’d restrained himself.

She unfastened the top metal button and then reached for his zipper. “Use your teeth, sub.”

It would have been much easier if he didn’t have an erection. He dug his hands into her hair, enjoying her struggle.

She didn’t give up, and about a minute later, she’d managed to unzip him. She was grinning in triumph when he stepped back and shucked the jeans.

He’d waited impatiently for her to come to him, aware of the clock ticking, marking the minutes to his departure. That smile made every torturous moment worth it.

He grabbed two cuffs from the wall. “Give me your wrists,” he said. “Since you pleasured yourself, I’m going to make sure you can’t touch yourself for the duration of the scene.” He attached her wrists to the D rings on her collar. “Now suck me off.”

She leaned forward to lick his balls, then sucked them into his mouth. Having her hands out of the way forced her to use her core strength to keep her balance as she sucked him into her mouth.

He generally liked the feel of her hands on him, but this had an eroticism all its own.

She worked his cock as if she loved doing it. Her hair teased him. He curved his hands into her shoulders, imprisoning her as he fucked her face.

“Enough,” he said, aware of how close he was to coming in her mouth. As tempting as that was, he wanted to claim her pussy as his.

He eased away from her. “I want you over the spanking bench. I’m going to take you from behind.”

Since her hands were immobilized, he helped her into position. “Your pleasure comes from
me
,” he said.

“Yes, Sir.”

He noticed she didn’t apologize. Bad-mannered sub.

He slapped her ass hard several dozen times, until she was panting, crying, fighting to stay in position, until her pussy was dripping with her needy submission.

“Take me, Sir, please. I have been so totally lost without you. I need your cock. I want your domination.” In a whisper, she added, “Please.”

It was as if her collar had freed her. She was able to ask for what she wanted, tell him what she was thinking. Submission had liberated her.

Nathaniel undressed and rolled a condom into place. He took her greedy cunt in a single stroke.

“Oh, yes, thank you!” She arched her back.

He dug his hands into the crooks formed where her hands were attached to her collar. He lifted her up slightly so he could impale her.

He held her, and she sobbed quietly. Her internal muscles clenched around him.

“May I come, Sir?”

“Good girl. You’re learning.” He began to move in sharp, quick motions.

“Sir! I’m begging!”

“Come.” He bit the side of her neck.

She cried out and convulsed, and her abandon drove his release.

While she was still thrashing, he came, the spurt going on for a long, satisfying time.

He collapsed on top of her; she sighed, and she didn’t protest.

Hot.

Eventually he moved away. He disposed of the condom and lifted her down from the bench. He stood her in front of him and released the cuffs.

Shocking him, she turned into him. He gathered her close, stroking her hair. She snuggled against his chest. He didn’t think he’d experienced anything more emotionally appealing.

“Thank you,” she said. “Master.”

He captured her face and forced her to look up at him. “Say it again.”

“Master,” she said. “Master, Master, Master.”

He kissed her deeply, forcing her surrender. “Mine,” he said. “You’re mine.”

“Yes, Sir.” She reached up to dig her hand in his hair.

He might fasten her wrists to her collar again, but not until much later.

“Thank you,” she said.

“I was wondering if you’d mind your manners.”

“I’m not,” she said cheekily. “I’m thanking you for collaring me, for loving me, for helping me see the whole of who I am. I love you.”

His cock rose insistently again.

“But I wasn’t minding my manners, Sir. In fact, I hardly felt that spanking.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Is that a fact, painslut?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“In that case, select a punishment device from the wall.”

Color crept up her face again. “Now?”

He dropped her hand. “Now.”

She released her grip on his hair.

“Walk to the wall,” he said. “That way I can punish you for not crawling.”

“That hardly sounds fair, Sir.”

“Fair?” He raised a brow.

“I mean, anything you say.”

She chose a cane, demonstrating her trust.

“Something to remember me by?”

“Yes, Master.” She got onto her hands and knees and crawled to him with the rattan held gingerly between her teeth.

He took it as the gift it was. “To the St. Andrew’s cross, Alani. It’s time you learned about gratitude.”

“Thank you, my Master,” she said, smiling before she kissed his foot.

In the Zone

* * * *

The HAWKEYE Series

Danger Zone

Bend Me Over

Make Me

* * * *

“Met Her Match (A Hawkeye Story)”

Part of the anthology
Doms of Dark Haven

With Belinda McBride and Cherise Sinclair

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“A Good Sub Would…”

Part of the anthology
Doms of Dark Haven 2:

Western Night

With Belinda McBride and Cherise Sinclair

Born in Northern England and raised in the Wild West, Sierra Cartwright pens book that are as wild and untamed as the Rockies she calls home.

She's an award-winning, multi-published writer who wrote her first book at age nine and hasn't stopped since. Sierra invites you to share the complex journey of love and desire, of surrender, submission, and commitment.

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