13
MALORY
I watched Gareth walk away with a soft smile and my lips still tingling from his gentle loving kiss, feeling a little bereft. How could a man be so devastatingly sexy, yet unbelievably sweet at the same time? He made me feel wanted and needed and taken care of. He'd soothed my discomfort about being here, and I'd actually managed to feel at ease by the time we left the dungeon. Now that he wasn't next to me though, the jangling nerves were coming back as I noticed all the scantily-clad women and the couples groping each other around the room. Great, now I was turned on and nervous.
"How about hitting the dance floor?" Thea suggested right next to me.
I turned to Thea to see her grinning happily at me. She was flushed and aroused, yet completely at ease with it. She was perfectly fine with the fact that she'd just been groped by her husband in a room full of people getting spanked and having sex. How did she do that? I was still battling the dichotomy of being aroused and mortified at the same time. I glanced at the dance floor, seeing people gyrating and thrusting against each other provocatively, and realized I needed a break from all this for a moment. Without Gareth, it was all feeling like a bit too much right now, and I was feeling overwhelmed.
"Um...I...I need to use the bathroom first," I replied.
"Okay." Her face softened in understanding as she put a reassuring hand on my shoulder.
"I'll grab a place to sit," Derek said, then leaned in closer to Thea. "Don't be long," he told his wife with heated eyes, his hand caressing down the length of her arm. "I want to watch you dance."
"Yes, Master," she replied as she shivered from his touch.
Master? Well, that was unbelievably hot. I wondered if Gareth wanted me to call him that, since he'd asked me who my master was several times now. What was the difference between sir and master? I'd have to find out.
"Good girl," Derek told her, then kissed her softly.
Thea smiled radiantly up at her husband, then led me away to the far side of the dance floor to where I assumed the bathrooms were. We entered a hallway and followed it until it came to a tee, then made a left and got in line for the bathroom.
"How are you doing?" Thea asked, now that we could hear each other better away from the loud music in the main room.
"Good," I nodded. "Still nervous and overwhelmed, but good."
"Was it what you expected?"
"Yes and no," I answered. "I expected to be embarrassed and uncomfortable, but I didn't expect how much...how much I..."
"How much you liked it?" she interjected with a reassuring expression, saving me from having to say it myself.
My face burned in embarrassment. "Yeah," I admitted quietly as I looked at the floor for a second.
"It's okay," Thea said as she touched my arm. "That's normal." She grinned. "Imagine what it was like for Derek and me the first time. Neither of us had ever been here before."
Wow, that sounded completely overwhelming, and I felt even more grateful that I had Gareth with me tonight.
"That makes me feel better."
"Good." Thea turned to let a group of women leaving the bathroom move past her. I glanced at the gorgeous diamond-studded silver choker she was wearing. I'd noticed it earlier tonight, but now with her back to me, I could see a small heart-shaped padlock acting as a clasp at the back of her neck.
"What kind of necklace is that?" I asked her as she turned back to face me.
She fingered it with a wistful expression. "It's my collar."
"Collar?" I asked in confusion.
"My master gave it to me," Thea explained. "It means I belong to him, and only he has the key to open it."
I unconsciously touched my bare neck, inexplicably intrigued by the concept of Gareth giving me a collar like that. Would he? Did I want him to? Yes, I think I did, and the realization was eye opening yet completely unnerving, so I changed the subject.
"Why do you call Derek 'master' and not 'sir'?"
"Well, for me a master is the Dom that owns me, and sir is merely a title of respect for a Dom."
"Like one of those twenty-four hours a day relationships?" I asked in shocked surprise. Thea and Derek didn't seem to have that kind of relationship, but it's not like I'd ever seen one before. I'd merely read about it in one of Gareth's books.
"For some people, yes," she explained. "But Derek and I only have that kind of relationship while we're playing or here at the club. Titles and labels mean different things to different people. They can mean whatever you want them to mean, and a Dom and sub relationship can be whatever you want it to be to fit your needs. That's the beauty of this lifestyle."
"That makes sense." I nodded with a smile, feeling better about wanting to wear Gareth's collar. I wanted Gareth's ownership when we played, yet still wanted my independence outside of that. It looked like Thea had both, and it worked for them. I felt certain that I could have that with Gareth too.
Finally, we reached the bathroom, and I took care of business. When we emerged back out into the hallway, Thea ran into a woman she knew, and struck up a conversation. My stiletto pimps were killing me by now. I told Thea that I was going back out to find Derek, so I could sit down and rest my feet. She nodded in understanding, and I walked away.
I headed straight down the hallway past several closed doors. It wasn't until I passed a door that was open, and heard loud moaning and slapping noises, that I realized this wasn't the way out to the main room at all. I jerked to a halt and glanced into the room without thinking.
Inside was a man and a woman having sex on a low bed in the middle of the room. He was fully dressed with his shirt and suit jacket open in the front, his pants undone just enough so he could thrust into the naked woman on her hands and knees in front of him. He had her long hair wrapped firmly in his fist as he fucked her hard and fast, making her moan loudly with pleasure. I stared in flabbergasted shock for several moments.
"You're more than welcome to come in and watch."
With a jolt, I realized the man was talking to me. My eyes flashed up to see him grinning broadly at me. Holy crap! I might have been okay watching from a distance in the dungeon with Gareth, but I had no interest in watching this up close and personal. Heat seared my face. I whirled to flee back the way I'd come, and ran right into a wall of muscle.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," a deep gravelly male voice said as I staggered backward. I felt a big hand grip my upper arm to steady me.
I glanced up and met a pair of startlingly attractive yet hard gray eyes that were attached to a tall handsome middle-aged man in black pants and a gray button-down shirt. He had a bald head and a nose that had obviously been broken a few times. It made him look intimidating and like someone not to trifle with lightly. His eyes were framed by dark expressive brows and were focused on me with sharp almost predatory intent as he smiled wickedly down at me. I suddenly felt vulnerable and insecure, and I didn't like it.
"Where's the fire, Red?" he asked as a cruel-edged smirk pulled at a corner of his full lips. The only thing that infuriated me more than being called "Red" was being referred to as a "ginger". I was immediately incensed.
I tamped down an urge to tell him to move his bald ass out of my way as I pulled my arm out of his grip. For some reason, his touch just felt...wrong. I didn't want this guy touching me again, and I needed to get away from him.
"Excuse me," I said tersely as I went to walk around him, but he sidestepped to block my path.
"What are you doing back here, Red?" he asked in that deep gravelly voice again. I shivered in distaste. Everything about this man rubbed me the wrong way. And being called "Red" again was too much and set me off.
"That's none of your goddamn business," I snapped out as I glared up at him. "Now excuse me." I went to pass him again, but his arm shot out, his palm slapping the wall next to me and blocking me yet again with a long and seriously muscled arm.
"That smart mouth of yours makes me think you need a master," he said, his voice dropping an octave into a dominant and commanding tone. "A strong Dom to train you properly and teach you respect." He smirked again. "Is that why you came back here all alone, Red?"
"Don't call me Red," I hissed out furiously through clenched teeth, not liking this man at all and starting to feel trapped and panicky. My anger was a defense mechanism as fear spike inside me in an icy rush.
His eyes lit up in amusement, and he started chuckling mockingly. "You are a sassy little thing in need of a master, aren't you?" he said with another infuriating smirk. He leaned in closer as his eyes abruptly turned cold and frightening. "I'm always up for a challenge, and it will make it that much more satisfying when I break you, Red."
"I already have a master," I said indignantly. "And he's a hell of a better one than a bald asshole like you," I added, tired of being called "Red" and lashing out without thinking.
His eyes heated with fierce anger as he glowered down at me, the hand that was still on the wall next to me clenching into a tight fist. "Then where is your collar proclaiming his ownership? Where is your master now, Red?" His voice was harsh and frightening now, and I unconsciously shrank away as pure terror hit me like a blow.
I wondered how fast the dungeon monitors would get here if I screamed "red", the house safeword, loud enough. I was just about to open my mouth and start calling it out at the top of my lungs, when I was interrupted by a gloriously familiar voice.
"Her master is right here," Gareth snarled out behind this jerk, his voice strong and commanding.
I snapped my mouth shut as sheer and utter relief flooded my entire body. Thank God, he was here. The bald asshole whirled around, and the two Doms stared each other down, Gareth's eyes glowing black with power and possessive fury, the jerks gray eyes hard and shining with coiled icy rage. Gareth held an arm out to me like a lifeline, and I took my opportunity to get away since the asshole wasn't blocking my path anymore. I scurried around him quickly and rushed over to Gareth. I plastered myself against my master's side as his arm wrapped protectively around me and held me close, making me feel safe again.
"A real Dom doesn't let this property wonder around without being properly collared," the gray-eyed Dom said scathingly as he eyed Gareth contemptuously.
"A real Dom doesn't need a collar to claim what's his, or continues to pursue a sub who says she already has a master and is obviously not interested in anything he has to offer."
Gray-eyes took a bold step forward. "A real Dom takes what he wants," he snarled out as his hands clenched into meaty fists at his sides.
Gareth's body tensed immediately, and I slipped around behind him in preparation for a fight that seemed inevitable. Holy crap. Terror surged up again with a vengeance, and this time it was over Gareth's safety and well-being. I knew Gareth could handle himself, but something told me this guy was completely ruthless and would fight dirty. Gareth had already been hurt once because of me, and I couldn't stomach it happening again.
"Is there something I can help you gentlemen with tonight?" a deep bass-heavy voice said behind me in a stern tone. I turned to see a huge burly dungeon monitor striding purposely up to us.
"Just a slight disagreement," Gareth immediately replied in a calm tone as he continued glaring balefully with hard black eyes at the asshole. "But everything is fine now, and we were just about to go our separate ways."
"Yes." The asshole's eyes narrowed at Gareth. "Everything is fine," he agreed, even as his eyes said the exact opposite. "It was just a simple misunderstanding." He gave the dungeon monitor a tight smile and a polite nod before walking away. He paused as he came up next to me, then leaned in close to speak quietly. "If you change your mind and want a real master, Red, look me up the next time you're at the club," he said with a leering grin that made me feel dirty and tainted, and I shuddered with revulsion. Gareth stiffened, then turned to pull me into his safe and comforting arms as the bald asshole sauntered off down the hall without a backward glance.
**********
"Are you alright, Malory?" Gareth asked with a frantic edge as he held me out at arm's length to look me over. "Did he touch you?"
I looked up to meet his eyes and was startled by what I saw there. Fear. Stark raw fear. It threw me off completely. Especially since I was still reeling from the intense encounter with that horrible asshole.
"I'm...I'm okay," I replied waveringly.
"Did he touch you?" he asked again, this time with a sharp demanding bite to his voice. His eyes glittered fiercely as his hands tightened on my upper arms.
"Just...just when I ran into him," I answered with a frown.
His eyes blazed with fury now, his fingers digging deeper into my skin. Was he angry at me?
"Did I...did I do something wrong?" I felt my eyes sting with tears. "I didn't mean to come back here." My voice shook as I fought not to cry. "I'm...I'm sorry."
Gareth abruptly clutched me to him, holding me so close that I almost couldn't breath with my face pressed into his hard chest. His heart was pounding, his body shaking. He was really freaking me out now.
"You did nothing wrong, baby," he said adamantly. He took a shuddering breath. "But you're mine. Mine. No other Dom, no other man, touches you but me." His voice was a low deep growl that barely sounded human as it rumbled through his chest and into my body. It was primal and possessive, and so fucking hot.
I whimpered with sudden desire, wanting to melt into him, to be one with him. "I'm yours, sir," I whispered. "No one else's."
His hands came up to sink into my hair, and he pulled me away from his chest. He tilted my face up toward his, and I looked up at him in startled amazement. His eyes were a deep feral black that blazed with arousal and skirted the edge of madness. He growled, and then his lips crashed down on mine. It was brutal and fierce, his mouth desperately feeding on me with teeth, tongue, and lips, taking and taking and taking from me. He claimed me with an almost bruising force, and such a physical and soul deep need, that it obliterated everything else until nothing existed but my connection to this man who owned me, body and soul.
I was breathless and limp in his arms by the time he somehow managed to break the kiss, holding me up as he gasped for air. My lips felt swollen and sore, my body desperately burning for this man who I loved. My pussy throbbed and ached, and I knew I was already soaking wet for him. A long needy mewl fell from my mouth.
He growled again and swept me up into his arms. I curled into his body, breathing in his sandalwood scent and basking in our mutual desire as he strode down the hall with long purposeful strides. I realized that I had no idea where we were going, but was too lost in lust to care at the moment. It wasn't until he set me down next to one of the closed doors that I came to my senses enough to wonder what we were doing. I watched in perplexity as Gareth pulled a key card out of his suit jacket and used it to open the door's lock. I glanced up to see him giving me a dark predatory grin.
"I reserved a private room for us, beautiful," he explained in a husky seductive voice. "In case you couldn't wait to get home for me to take you."
"Thank you, fucking God," I blurted out in relief, my body a ball of fiery arousal that was almost unbearable. If we had to drive home first to play, I think I would have dropped dead before we got there.
Gareth chuckled darkly as he swung the door open. I went to walk past him into the room, but paused as a wave of uneasiness hit me when I recalled the fear in Gareth's eyes mere moments ago. His kiss had sidetracked me from asking him about it.
"Gareth?" I asked with a slight frown. "Who was that man? "
His face hardened, eyes blazing with anger again. "He's a dangerous man you need to stay away from," he replied staunchly.
"Do you...do you know him?" I asked in confusion.
"Not personally, but enough to know I'll never let him near you again," he vehemently answered. Fear ghosted across his face just before he pulled me into his arms. "I'm sorry, Malory," he said in a harsh whisper into my hair. "I never should have left you alone here."
"But it's my fault, sir," I said apologetically. "I got lost after I left the bathroom."
"No. It's my job to protect you, to take care of you, and I've already failed you twice." He sounded so lost and remorseful.
"Twice?"
"Yes, first when Rigby could have gotten to you instead of me, and then this." He shook his head sharply. "It won't happen again," he growled out vehemently.
Why did this man keep blaming himself for things that weren't his fault? It was a burden he shouldn't be carrying. I opened my mouth to convince him of that yet again. "But, Gareth. It's not-"
His mouth slammed into mine violently, his passionate kiss shutting me up and inundating me with a fierce searing lust that pushed all coherent thought out of my head. He ripped his lips from mine with a groan, leaving me dazed and disoriented.
"I take care of what's mine," he rasped out with wild lust and possessiveness in his eyes. "And you're mine," he said in a hard and uncompromising tone.
I nodded immediately. "Yes, sir." He was my Dom now, my master, and I longed and needed to obey, to please him. He took my hand and led me into the room, shutting the door behind us. I stopped and took in the space with wide eyes.
The spacious room was elegant and opulent, the walls covered in a black and silver damask pattern, and dark-stained hardwood floors covered with thick plush black rugs. A silver chandelier, along with recessed lighting in the ceiling, dimly lit the room, giving it a darkly sensual ambiance that set the perfect mood for our sexy kinky play tonight.
On the far wall, a massive black iron four-poster bed dominated the room, very similar to Gareth's bondage bed in his penthouse. The bedding matched the damask walls perfectly, and the sheets were a silvery satin. To my right, sat a wide black chest of drawers long the wall, and I couldn't even begin to imagine what might be hiding in all those drawers.
Along the wall above the dresser hung a collection of whips, floggers, paddles, and other flagellation tools in a neat straight line, just waiting to be used. I shivered at the thought. To the left, a tall and ornately carved black chair upholstered in black leather sat against the wall. It was intimidating and eye catching, its high back and wide arm rests reminding me of a throne. My eyes widened as realization hit me. Holy crap, that's exactly what it was, a throne for my Dom, my master.
In the middle of the open area in front of the bed was what really sparked my interest though, a spanking bench sitting in the center of one of the plush black rugs. It was shaped like a slightly angled saw horse with black leather upholstered along the top. Four small platforms covered in leather were attached, two on each side, that looked like they were made to support someone's lower legs and forearms as they lay over the top piece on all fours. Leather cuffs were attached to bind a sub's arms and legs in place, leaving them completely helpless and exposed at the perfect height for their master to easily fuck them from behind. My heart began to race, my palms sweating and my breathing turning harsh and irregular. Shivering fear-tinged excitement lit my body on fire.
Gareth's hard warm body pressed up against my back, one arm snaking around my waist, the other pushing my hair off my neck. He bent his head, and his soft warm lips fell on my skin. It felt like pure heaven. He kissed and licked and suckled at my neck until I moaned and writhed in his embrace, before lifting his head to brush his lips against my ear.
"Tonight, I'm cuffing you to that spanking bench," he murmured in a dark and seductive tone. "You'll be helplessly at my mercy while I paddle your ass red, and then I'm going to fuck your sweet little cunt." His hand slid around to grab a handful of my ass, and then his fingers slid down the crack of my ass over the silky fabric of my dress. "And then here," he added meaningfully.
Oh my God. I gasped in equal parts fear and excitement. No man had ever taken me there before. I was happy that Gareth would be my first, even if I was scared. I trusted him to make it feel good and not hurt me.
"Yes," he breathed out against my skin as his hands glided down my hips, making me shiver. "That's right, baby. I'm claiming all of you tonight, every goddamn part."
His hands stopped at the hem of my dress, slid under the silky fabric, and began pushing it up, up, up, until I had to raise my arms to let him pull it from my body. I was left standing completely naked for him, my body quivering and pulsing with arousal. He stepped away from me abruptly.
"Kneel," he commanded, and I instantly dropped to my knees on the soft rug with my head bowed and my hands in my lap. Gareth moved across the room and draped my dress carefully over the bed, before pulling off his suit jacket. He laid it next to my dress, then turned and walked back toward me as he rolled his shirt sleeves up his muscular forearms. His demeanor was so controlled and determined, so unbelievably sexy, that it made my pussy clench and throb.
"What's your safeword, beautiful?"
"Bourbon, sir."
"Very well," he said with approval as he stopped in front of me. He reached a hand down to me. "Up now."
I took his hand with a smile and rose to my feet. He lifted his other hand to caress his thumb across my lips.
"My Malory," he murmured softly as he smiled at me with affection.
"My master," I replied in a soft and deferential tone. I hoped it was okay to call him that because it felt so very right as the word passed my lips.
His fierce and beautiful eyes widened and darkened with instant lust and need as his smile turned carnal. "Good girl," he said in a low rough voice. "You please me very very much."
A wave of euphoria swept through me in a rush from his approval. It was glorious and felt so good. It felt even better when he leaned in, cupped the back of my neck, and gave me a soft passion-infused kiss with slow sensuous movements of his lips. I mewled and whimpered. It felt so amazing. When he pulled away, he was all business again.
"Come now, beautiful," he said. "It's time to play." His eyes glittered wickedly as he led me over to the spanking bench. "Climb on."
He helped me get up on the bench, his calloused hands sliding over my body as he positioned me on all fours, the cool leather feeling so good down the center of my naked body and on my lower legs and forearms. I felt exposed and vulnerable already. My heart rate sped up, and he hadn't even cuffed me to the bench yet.
Gareth moved behind me and removed my shoes. He buckled my ankles to the bench, cinching them snugly and securely, then attached another larger set of leather cuffs to my thighs. Now my legs were completely immobile. He straightened, came around to my right side, and secured my wrist and upper arm to the bench. He repeated the process on my left side. I was really and truly immobile now, and completely at my master's mercy. Giddy desire surged up inside me, and I quaked in equal parts trepidation and excitement.
"Are any of them too tight?" he asked as he circled behind me again.
"No, Master."
He let out a low groan at the word "Master". His hands gripped my hips, and he leaned down to press a few open-mouth kisses down my spine. I whimpered and moaned in pleasure.
"I love it when you call me Master," he growled out against my skin, his sexy stubble tickling me as he spoke. He pressed his lips to my back again, this time swirling his tongue in the most delightful way. I mewled pathetically when he stopped. His dark and unrepentant chuckle moved away from me, leaving me bereft.
I could hear him moving around behind me, but couldn't see what he was doing. Anticipation fluttered wildly inside me. Finally, he came around into my line of sight. I looked at what was in his hand, and my eyes widened as I stared at the scary-looking black leather paddle. It was a good foot long with a narrow handle, and three or four inches wide on the business end. Holy crap. Fear surged inside me in a cold rush. He abruptly slapped the paddle against his left palm with a loud crack. I startled and made a loud squeaking noise. He grinned roguishly, then disappeared behind me. Then there was silence, sweet torturous silence, and I swear I could feel Gareth's eyes on me. It felt like an eternity as he milked out the anticipation, taunting me with it as I waited with bated breath and a pounding heart.
Then cool leather touched my backside, and I gasped in surprise.
"You're mine, Malory," he said in a husky voice as he moved the paddle in slow caressing circles. "Mine to pleasure. Mine to punish. Mine."
Smack! The paddle came down on my left cheek, leaving stinging pain in its wake. I bit my lower lip to keep from crying out. He never told me to stay quiet, but just in case, I decided to err on the side of caution.
"No, no, beautiful," he added in a gentle reprimanding tone as he rubbed the pain away with his palm, turning it into warm liquid pleasure. "I want to hear you tonight. Every whimper, every scream." His voice deepened and dropped an octave. "I want it all." His hand stilled on my backside. "But you will not come until I give you permission. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master," I gasped out, shuddering in anticipation of his next strike.
Smack! This time he struck my right cheek, the burning heat exquisitely painful and so so good. His palm caressed my skin, and made it even better. Then he proceeded to paddle me again and again and again, spreading the blows out all over my buttocks in a steady rhythm, punctuated by more soft caresses with his hand that only enhanced the pleasure.
My clit throbbed in time with my pounding heart as I panted out gasp after gasp between wailing screams of pain and pleasure. This was by far the most intense play session we'd ever shared, but I absolutely fucking loved it. When he finally paddled me one last time, I was lost on a tide of submission and surrender, and all that existed, all that mattered, was my master and the pleasure he allowed me.
His hand slid down my ass and glided between my legs. He hummed in approval when he found how soaking wet I was from his skillful manipulation of my body. I was so turned on that my arousal was dripping down my thighs. His fingertips brushed my clit. It was so swollen, so engorged, that I almost orgasmed on the spot. I bit my lip and desperately fought it down with a long whimper of distress. I barely succeeded, and was left gasping and shaking from the effort.
"That's my good girl," he rasped out in a strained voice that spoke of desire and arousal. "You're primed and ready now." He dipped a finger into my wet core, and the next thing I knew it was pressing against the tight little hole of my ass. I gasped and jerked in surprise. "Shh," he crooned. "Relax and just breath, beautiful." His free hand rubbed my back in gentle reassuring circles.
"I can't," I blurted out waveringly, my body tense as I panted for air.
"Let me help you, baby."
He stepped away, and I heard the rustling of clothing followed by the sound of what I assumed was a dresser drawer sliding open behind me. Then his warm naked body was bent over mine and pressed against my overheated skin. It felt so good, so comforting and reassuring, that I started to relax. He rose up a moment later and began rubbing the tip of his iron-hard erection against my clit. Oh my God, it felt so good that I almost came again, but he pulled away before I lost control. Then his cock was pushing into my pussy, the broad head parting my lips and pressing slowly inside me, filling me up and possessing me completely. My body went limp as I fully surrendered to my master. I felt something cold dripping onto my asshole that must be lube, and this time when his finger touched me in that dark taboo place, I felt nothing but sweet anticipation and pure unbridled lust.
He began thrusting in and out of my pussy in slow measured movements as his finger pushed down and finally breached my body with little resistance. It burned for a moment, but to my amazement, it began to morph into a dark pleasure that sent a zinging burst of electricity through my entire body. I mewled out plaintively, needing more, so much more.
He knew exactly what I was asking for, what I wanted. He added another finger, this time pushing them in farther, and then moving them in and out of me in time with his cock's deep penetrating thrusts inside my pussy.
"Oh God, oh God, oh God," I babbled out in an almost hysterical tone as an orgasm rushed up on me. I knew I wouldn't be able to stop it, and apparently so did he.
"Come, baby," he snarled out just before it hit, and my release exploded.
I wailed and screamed out my release. It shuddered through me in a blinding rush, and as I came back down he added a third finger. It was so tight, skirting the edge of pain, but he changed the angle of his cock, and pleasure shot through me instead.
"Come again," he demanded harshly, his voice deep and tense with barely held control.
A torrent of pleasure swept me away at his command, pulling me along in a wave of pure bliss. When my orgasm waned, more lube was dripping onto me. Then he pulled his cock out of my throbbing spasming pussy and pressed it against my asshole. Holy shit, this was it. I gasped and writhed against my restraints, feeling him breach me and slowly burrow further inside me. It felt so tight, so overwhelmingly full. I whimpered softly, and he stilled and gently caressed my hips and lower back with his hands in a soft soothing touch.
"Easy, beautiful," he murmured. He leaned down to kiss my back. "Relax, I've got you."
I focused on my breathing and let the overfull feeling slowly ease into pleasure. I sighed and fell limp on the spanking bench, my body letting Gareth press even deeper into me as I relaxed. Then finally, he was all the way inside me, buried to the hilt with his pelvis touching me. He paused and let out a long and deep guttural groan as his fingers dug into my hips.
"Fuck," he breathed out as his body quaked and shuddered against mine as he fought for control.
"Please, please, please, please..." I wailed out in desperation. I needed him to move, to fuck me, to own me. I needed it more than my next breath. I got my wish.
He snarled and began to move, slowly at first, then building and building as he thrust faster and deeper inside me. Another release was coming, already barreling down on me with a force I knew I wouldn't be able to withstand. However, I needn't have worried, because Gareth was already right there on the edge with me.
"Come with me now!" he commanded. "Come!"
I screamed as Gareth bellowed out incoherently along with me, both of us careening out of control as a mind-blowing and body-destroying orgasm slammed into me in an explosion of blinding white heat. It swept me away until I was no longer aware of anything at all, and I fell into insensibility that bordered on unconsciousness. I was left sated and incoherent, floating away in a pool of warm liquid pleasure.
I was vaguely aware of Gareth uncuffing me from the spanking bench and cleaning me up. He gathered my limp body in his arms and wrapped a soft blanket around us, then murmured sweet soothing words of love in my ear as he carried me across the room. I managed to open my eyes just as Gareth sat in the throne-like chair with me in his lap. He swaddled the blanket tighter around us, and cuddled me close against his chest with his strong arms wrapped around me protectively. I looked up to see this amazing man smiling down at me with so much love and affection in his eyes that it blew me away. My God, I was one lucky woman indeed. I smiled back softly, then slipped away into a safe and contented sleep, feeling like all was right with the world.