“What part of ‘punishment’ didn’t you comprehend, S?”
She hissed but managed to bite back the creative oath that came to mind. “All right. I know. I’m sorry.”
“Really?”
His question was sincere. She wanted to answer it that way too, but this was overwhelming to process. Being helpless had been a lot more glamorous to think about, maybe because it never came in the combo package with having to be responsible for an apology at the same time. “Yes! Fine. I’m really sorry. Damn it, Garrett!”
She knew what was coming before he delivered it, and she squeezed her buttocks to ready herself for the spanks. The preparation still didn’t save her skin. He’d gone for an upgrade. Instead of his bare palm, he wielded a hard paddle on her ass. Sage screamed from the shock as much as the pain, especially when he didn’t stop with just one blow. Five whacks later, he threw the paddle away. He had the gall to press his body against her instead, caressing her ass cheeks with long steady sweeps, grazing her neck with hot nips of his teeth and tongue.
“You have some nerve!” She was seething, despite how good those rough kisses felt. “You know that, you fucker? You have—”
He sucked out the air she needed for the rest of that by pushing himself even tighter against her. Hell. He was damn near wrapped around her, gripping her hard to ram her hips into the cradle of his. Gone was the Dom who’d been patiently explaining his moves to her. Returned was her prince of blatant carnality. His muscles pulsed against her limbs. His lungs heaved against her back. His breath was a wild firestorm in her ear.
He lowered his grip, hooking his hands into the valleys that joined her thighs to her torso. “Who are you in here?” he snarled.
His voice was so low, so vehement, so primal, Sage hesitated to answer.
“Answer me.”
Ohhhh, God. His demand was bestial now, stirring the darkest caves of her sexual instincts. She shivered and gasped. Her muscles dissolved. Her sex blossomed. Her heartbeat thudded like the downed prey of a ravenous lion. Yes. Consume me. Take it all. Please.
“Who. Are. You?”
A long breath escaped her. Sage listened to every second of it departing her body, flowing past her lips…knowing that she’d just let go of a lot more than a sigh.
“I am…S.”
He didn’t let up an inch of his proximity. “And who am I?”
“You are Master.”
“And who do you belong to…when you’re here with me?”
“You.”
“Completely?”
“Yes, Master. Completely.”
The words did something bewildering to her. And magical. This was even better than the fog that had infiltrated her mind earlier. She was released, floating, carried away from…well, everything. From King, from captivity, from the media wanting her to relive it for them—even from her own memory, which would never fully let it go. It was all gone, and now that she was light and free, even the feel of the claws on her breasts changed, radiating heat into her skin instead of pain. And her Master gave her wings to soar even further.
With gentle precision, his fingers slipped inward to find the center of her sex. He glided and kneaded, tugged and spread, and then finally pressed at the sensitive button that waited, trembling and tight, for his direct contact…
“Ohhh! Master! Yes!”
“You’re a good girl, S.” The words themselves praised, but his tone, rough and determined, turned them into a dictate. Sage reveled in it, giving him a little nod in response.
“I…I want to be, Master.”
“I know, sugar.”
With his fingers still fondling her clit, he slid his other hand to the aperture at her backside. Sage moaned in greater delight. He’d been experimenting on her asshole all week with different toys and had even gotten a sizable dildo inside her last night. Each experience had been filled with everything she wanted most from the evolving stages of their Dominant/submissive journey—pain mixed with pleasure, surrender mixed with sin, her body stretched to take Garrett into heights of fulfillment he’d never had before. But he hadn’t breached her ass with his own body. She knew he craved to. Maybe, she mused, he’d been saving it for a special occasion.
Maybe tonight that time had come.
Her heartbeat kicked in both anticipation and trepidation. The feeling intensified when she heard the flip of a plastic lid and a distinct liquid spurt. Her pulse raced into triple time when one of his fingers, now slicked with cool lube, slid into her tight entrance.
More wet squirts. Another finger in her ass. He gently pumped the digits, earning him deeper access. He released his hand from her pussy to help spread her back cheeks. Sage didn’t mind. He was opening her in a new, dirty, decadent way, and it coaxed out an answering animal in her, loving the coarse rumbles from his chest, the growing tension in his muscles, the lust that radiated from him like fireballs off the sun. Her breath started spilling from her in high, pleading sighs.
“Oh, fuck me, S.” Garrett practically grunted it as he twisted a third finger and a hell of a lot more lube inside her. “This rosette of yours is so damn tight and perfect.”
“Thank you, Master.” She worked her knees a little farther apart, hoping it gave him a better view. It sure made everything feel even more incredible. Her ass was so wide. So vulnerable. So enlivened and sensitive. She felt her hips undulating, driven by the growing heat between her legs. She needed him inside her. She needed him everywhere.
“I’m going to claim it tonight, S.” The distinct rasp of his zipper cut into the air, followed by the creak of the leather as he worked to set his cock free. “You know that, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “I know.”
He emitted a low groan, and there was the sound of lube being slurped along skin. “And you still want to be a good girl for me? Even if that means having my cock in your ass?”
“More than anything, Master.”
“Then I am a very lucky Master.”
The scent of fresh lube filled the air. The music changed to a new track, lifting into a sensual crescendo. Garrett fitted himself tight and close behind her.
He pushed the bulb of his penis into her back hole.
Sage grimaced. His erection was as sizable as he was, and he was stuffed into every crevice her body could accommodate. The tissues were tested to their hilt with this invasion, and it was a tight, tense fit. But her Master was steady and slow, no matter how violently his body shook with the effort of holding himself back.
“You can do this, S.” He rolled his hips a little, getting his cock another fraction into her aperture. “We can do this. Goddamn, you take my breath away.”
“It’s…tight.”
“It won’t always be.”
“I know.”
He stroked her hair. “You okay?”
After she nodded, he coaxed, “Push against me, like we practiced. Work to accept it. Work to feel me. I’m so fucking deep, sugar. Do you know what this does to the head of my cock? It’s like a torch, blazing and burning, because of you. Nobody else does this to me, S. Nobody ever will.”
The sultry, naughty cadence of his words started to have an accompaniment. As his cock contacted the depths of her ass, it rubbed against that magic juncture inside her where the eyes-into-the-back-of-her-head orgasms lived. Sage recognized the pressure as soon as it intensified, and she moaned in surprise.
“Mmmm,” Garrett affirmed at her shoulder. “Somebody’s G-spot just got woken up.” With a husky laugh, he trailed his hand back into the vortex of her thighs, from the front now. “That means it’s time to rouse S’s hot little cunt again too.”