He withdrew slowly, and unbuckled the ring gag, drawing it from her mouth with one hand and dropping it to the side. He used that hand to stroke her lips, the corners of her mouth, easing that strain. She didn’t try to bite him this time. He could feel her raw need, and the desire of a few moments before came back in full force.
He unsnapped the tether and left it on the floor as he lifted her once more and put her on the bed, this time with her legs draped over the side. He knelt between them and saw he’d been right, that her tender inner thighs were marked with new signs of arousal. He was glad she wasn’t wearing the spreader bar, because he wanted it to be his hands alone opening her for him this time. Gripping her above the knees, he spread them even wider and put his mouth on one of those tracks. He licked his way up to her slick center, but deliberately passed over it to work his way down the arousal on the other upper thigh. A tiny moan escaped her throat, and a softly whispered word, bitten back.
“Did you call me Master, slave? Beautiful queen.” He sucked on her flesh, bit, and gave her pussy a chaste kiss that made her shudder and jerk. When he nosed her clit, she nearly came off the mattress. “Say it.”
“You’re…mistaken. I said…bastard.”
He smiled against her flesh and bit her labia, holding on with a tight clamp that had her mewling in surprised discomfort before he eased it and licked instead. Along…across…over… A teasing circle that had her gasping again. She tried to close her legs, but he held her open with his hands, and a warning.
“Keep them open, or I’ll put the spreader bar back on. And that’s the last time you curse around me without getting twice the strikes with the belt as before.”
He lifted his hands, daring her to defy him, his eyes meeting hers. She licked her lips nervously, and looked down again. Satisfied, he bent to kiss and lick her thighs, adding those teasing contacts to her cunt.
She trembled so hard the bed shook, and he saw her swallow repeatedly. He moved up to those lusciously tilted breasts, pressing his abdomen against her sex as he captured the soft mounds in his hands and bent to suckle.
She cried out this time, her legs thrashing as she rubbed herself against his stomach muscles, marking them with her scent.
“That’s my lady,” he murmured, lifting his head to stare at her desire-suffused face. Her gaze flicked to him then away, but he touched her cheek and dropped his hand to her throat, covering the collar there with the grip of his hand. Her gaze snapped back to him. Her lips were parted, eyes luminous with desire and need.
“Say it,” he ordered. Something surged up in him, an unexpected culmination of those years when he’d wanted her so badly but had to bide his time, wait for the right moment. His sudden spike of sharp need went back to the fear she’d spoken in their bedroom, about how everything they’d ever wanted had balanced on the head of a pin, the odds damn scary.
On that fateful night in his board room, a small, dark corner of his heart had known she might not choose to be his. If he’d failed to figure out the right combination of actions to convince her she could trust him, she would never have emerged from the fortress she’d built around herself.
“Say it,” he repeated. His voice reflected every ounce of the Dominant he was. It made the demand a requirement he wouldn’t allow her to refuse, no matter what role she was playing.
She stared at him. She picked up on his moods, the state of his heart, as well as he did hers. She knew where his mind was.
“Master.” She didn’t say it out loud, but she formed the word with her lips. He wasn’t completely hard again yet, but he was hard enough. He drove into her, and she made a soft shriek he savored with a conqueror’s pleasure…and a husband’s love. He thrust in once, twice, three times, and she started to come once more, a gift.
“Scream for me,” he demanded harshly, and she did, wailing out her climax as she thrashed beneath him, her breasts quivering, slender neck arched as he drove in harder. “Fuck…come, keep coming. Let me feel you, baby.”
She obeyed him in all of it, her body his to command. She convulsed beneath him, those cries wrenched from her throat by every wave of the climax that crashed through her. Greedy to keep her going as long as possible, Matt bent and captured a nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting as he plunged into her, again and again. He snaked an arm around her, gripped her ass with bruising fingers, holding her up so she was mounted on him even more deeply, and her screams increased in volume.
Never enough. It was never enough. He kept going after the height of the climax, taking her over smaller crests, but crests all the same, ones that drew softer cries from her, intense pleas that eventually were formless whispers. There were tears on her face, and he kissed those away, too.
“Mine,” he said. “You’re mine, my lady.”
She was still and silent, but her gaze stayed latched on his face. He kissed each eyelid, her nose, her mouth. He hooked his fingers in the strap, held it taut as he kissed her throat with thorough pleasure. Her head tilted back, the curve of her breast brushing his jaw. She always melted when he put his mouth to her throat, her head tipping just like that. If her hands had been free, they would have been gripping his shoulders, holding on in a way he treasured.
He was a conqueror; she a captive queen. He needed to remember that. Easing back to his knees, he slid his hands along her spread legs, though he paused long enough to run a thumb over her pussy, pleased with her tiny jerk of reaction from the sensitized nerves there.
“My queen deserves to wear jewels,” he said.
He gave them some time first, though. He removed all her bindings except the strap collar, with the warning that the restraints would be put back on if she misbehaved. From the tightening of her jaw, he couldn’t tell if she’d challenge him on that or not. He enjoyed restraining her, so he’d leave that decision up to her.
He laced his pants again before he brought her fully onto the bed, and turned her onto her stomach, putting a couple pillows under her hips. It had a dual purpose, one selfish and the other not-so-much. The selfish part was the pleasing view of her with her round ass in the air. The not-so-much was ensuring he wasn’t putting any undue stress on her lower back. He kissed his way down to that part of her, then continued over her buttocks, and made her part her legs once more, shoulder-width apart. The pillows made the resulting view of her pussy even better.
“You keep your legs apart when you’re naked,” he told her. “A message that your pussy is always available for your Master to take.”
She immediately tried to close her legs again and he chuckled, giving her ass a hard swat that made her yelp.
“Want that spreader bar again, woman? No escape opportunity if you don’t have the ability to run.”