17
MALORY
"We lost her again," Willa said in an amused tone.
"What?" I asked, blinking out of my reverie as I glanced at Willa across the table we were sitting at in our favorite little Italian restaurant.
"Yup," Dean chimed in with a grin. "She's daydreaming about Mr. Tall, Dark, and Kinky again."
"I am not," I denied with a sheepish smile, my face feeling warm.
"Liar." Willa grinned at me.
"Why deny it?" Dean asked with a smirk. "If I had a boyfriend like that, I'd dream about him morning, noon, and night too. That man is hot."
I glared at him with a smirk. "He's mine," I growled out. "Go get your own hot man."
"Oh, I'm gonna." Dean waggled his eyebrows and gave me a wide toothy grin. "Any single gay guys at the club tonight aren't gonna know what hit 'em." He leaned forward with a conspiratorial expression. "And maybe a couple of the straight," He made air quotes, "ones too."
I rolled my eyes as Willa giggled into her wine glass. She was already a little tipsy, and Dean and I weren't far behind. Thank God, none of us were driving tonight. It was Friday, and we were having a much-needed night out together. It was good to spend time with them and get caught up with each other's lives, even if I kept thinking about Gareth.
The waitress came by and dropped off the check, and I quickly snatched it up before Dean could grab it. "It's my treat this time," I explained when he tried to argue. "I've been MIA with you guys, and need to assuage some of my guilt."
"Assuage away," Dean said as he swept a hand toward me. "Who am I to argue with a free meal?"
"Don't get too excited," Willa added with a smirk. "We're expecting you to buy all of our drinks at the club later."
Dean frowned at both of us. "And why would I do that?"
"Because we're adorable," I said sweetly as Willa and I batted our eyelashes at him.
He glared back and forth between us, then his face softened as he sighed in resignation. "Okay, fine," he said in mock irritation. "Do I have bleeding-heart sucker written across my forehead?"
"I don't know, my vision's kind of fuzzy," Willa squinted at him with an evil smirk, "but I could have sworn your forehead said 'cock sucker' on it a minute ago."
He flipped her the bird as Willa and I giggled uproariously like a couple of teenage girls. Then I paid the check, and we went outside to grab a cab to head to our destination for the evening, The Indigo Room.
When we arrived outside the club, I could hear and feel the bass-heavy dance music thumping from inside the building as we stepped out of the cab onto the sidewalk. The Indigo Room was in a huge converted old warehouse, its brick exterior still intact and adding to its dark and edgy ambiance. The club's sign above the entrance was in a slashing black 3D script that was big and bold with blue backlighting. The place was eye-catching and insanely popular, as evidenced by the long line of people waiting to get into the club. We got in line, expecting a long wait, but thankfully it moved at a fairly quick pace and within five minutes or so, we were walking inside.
If the outside was eye-catching, the interior took it to a whole other level. No matter how many times we'd been here, it never ceased to amaze me. The old brick walls inspired an industrial feel that could have made the club seem austere and barren, but the lighting and decor changed that completely. Lights shone upward along the brick walls in a rotating color sequence of blue, green and purple. The huge dance floor was flanked by raised seating areas and a DJ booth, with more changing lights along the raised edges spilling out across the floor that was filled with a throng of gyrating bodies. LED lights on the ceiling swirled around the room and over the crowd, flashing and changing colors along to the beat of the music. The club and its starkly modern yet still elegant decor, spoke of seductive excess and indulgence, and for some inexplicable reason reminded me of Désir Dangereux.
"How about some shots, ladies?" Dean suggested with a wide grin of excitement as he came up between us and put an arm around each of us. "I think we need some fuel to get our grooves on."
Willa and I nodded in enthusiastic agreement, and Dean escorted us to the nearby bar. Within moments, three kamikaze shots were lined up in front of us. We toasted to a great night out together and downed them as one. Now happily and properly fortified we made a beeline for the dance floor.
Several hours later, we were beyond tipsy and into feeling pretty damn fine, thanks to the combination of good music, plenty of drinks, and great friends. We danced and danced until I was getting tired, and my feet were killing me. I knew Willa had to be feeling the same since her heels were even higher than mine. I suggested that we take a break, and we left Dean on the dance floor, since he didn't want to stop dancing with the darkly handsome guy who'd caught his attention for the last few songs. The two of us were fortunate enough to actually snag a place to sit near the dance floor, and sank down in relief onto one of the low and decadently cozy sofas to rest our weary feet. We sat and watched Dean grinding away with enthusiasm with his new friend, laughing as he made appreciative and exaggeratedly lewd faces behind the guy's back.
Willa noticed a woman she knew by the bar, and excused herself to hurry over to her and began an animated conversation that looked like it was going to take a while. Being by myself, and without the distraction of my friends, had my thoughts returning to Gareth again. I missed him terribly, especially since I was sleeping over at Dean's tonight, and wouldn't be seeing him until tomorrow. On a whim, I decided to call him. I really wanted to hear his voice, and I knew he was having a boy's night in with Derek and the twins, since Thea was working a twelve-hour night shift in the ER. I glanced around and saw a sign for the outdoor Sky Deck upstairs. I could probably make my call in relative privacy and get away from the loud music. It was a little chilly out, but I was feeling very warm and could use some air anyway. I stood and caught Willa's attention, holding up my phone and pointing toward the hall that led to the elevators. She nodded and waved in understanding.
I entered the hall and walked to the elevators. I took one up to the next level and stepped out into a small foyer, then went through a glass door into the blessed cool night air. It was fairly quiet up here with just a hint of the thumping dance music coming from downstairs, and there were only a few groups of people smoking and chatting. The surprisingly large area was surrounded by a tall wrought-iron fence with blue light glowing along its bottom edge, and along with several street lamps, gave the Sky Deck a cool edgy vibe. Low tables and chairs were spread throughout, and only a few of them were occupied. I threaded my way to the far side of the Sky Deck and stopped next to the fence away from any nearby ears, then called Gareth as I looked out over the lights of the city.
"Hi, beautiful," Gareth greeted me with warm affection. "Is everything alright?" A little worry colored his tone.
"I'm okay," I said softly with a smile. "Just missing you."
"I miss you too," came his reply. "Are you having fun?"
"Yeah," I answered. "But I'd rather be with you."
"Me too." He let out a beleaguered sigh. "Derek's not as good of a cuddler as you are." His tone was teasing and wry.
I could hear Derek's indignant reaction in the background. "I cuddle just fine, thank you very much!"
Gareth laughed in a low husky tone that made my insides clench down low. Damn, everything the man did was sexy.
"What are you guys doing tonight?" I asked to distract myself from getting worked up.
"Well, we started the night playing board games with the boys, but now that they've gone to bed, we've moved on to more manly things like playing pool and drinking bourbon."
"Ooh, that's very manly," I said warmly.
"Not as manly as the things I plan to do to you tomorrow night," he said in a suggestive tone.
"Like what?" I asked in slightly breathless voice, feeling my libido rising.
"Oh no, beautiful," he replied. "I'm not telling you. It's a surprise."
"Boo," I said in petulant disappointment. "You're no fun."
"Baby," he answered in a low seductive tone. "You know that's not true."
"I know," I admitted in a soft whimper.
"Good," he said warmly. "I have to go, and you should get back to your friends. Derek's giving me the stink eye since he's waiting for me to take my turn and beat his sorry ass at pool again."
I heard Derek shout out a few vulgar insults as Gareth chuckled in amusement.
"Okay, I guess," I said pathetically, feeling bereft and eager for tomorrow.
"You'll be fine, and you'll see me tomorrow night when I pick you up." His voice was soothing and affectionate. "I love you, Malory."
"I love you too. See you then."
I ended the call and stood there smiling softly as I closed my eyes and sighed happily. It felt like I had finally found my forever with that man.
"Well, well, well," said a deep gravelly voice from behind me that was familiar and instantly set my nerves on edge. "Fancy finding you here, Red."
I whirled to find the same bald asshole who harassed me last weekend at Désir Dangereux standing there with an infuriating smirk, his gray eyes hard and predatory. I glanced around, wanting to flee, but he was blocking my escape route. The Sky Deck was well lit, but I was off in a corner where no one else could see us. I was alone and vulnerable, and Gareth wasn't here to protect me this time. Fear trickled icily down my spine as warning bells went off loudly in my head. I tried to ignore my terror and focus on not panicking so I could get out of this situation. I couldn't believe I'd managed to run into this guy again. Talk about bad luck.
"Don't call me Red," I growled out in an angry tone, trying not to show my fear since I think that's what he wanted. I refused to give him the satisfaction.
"Where's your master, Red?" he asked snidely, ignoring my comment. "Is he not here tonight? He still hasn't collared you properly either I bet. As far as I'm concerned that makes you fair game to any man who's Dom enough to claim you." He stepped closer, moving into my personal space. I shrank away from him and was stopped by the wrought-iron fencing behind me. Terror spiked inside me in a rush.
"Leave me alone." This time my voice wavered, my fear clearly evident. His eyes lit up in triumph, and he reached up to caress my cheek with rough fingertips. Loathing shuddered through me, and I slapped his hand away without thinking. "Don't touch me, you asshole!"
Sudden rage flooded his eyes, making them darken to a stormy gray. Oh shit, what had I done? I readied myself to scream for help.
"Is everything alright, ma'am?" a rich and deeply powerful voice spoke in a sharp threatening tone that belied the polite question.
The asshole whirled toward the voice, and I looked past him to see a man standing there in a dark-blue suit with a black shirt and no tie. He was tall with a powerful upper body that was broad and intimidating. He was gorgeous too and looked to be in his mid-thirties, with a strong nose, thick almost black hair, and a short goatee that framed his full lips. His demeanor was commanding and controlled, and it was clear that he wasn't afraid of this asshole in any way. What really caught my attention though were his eyes. They were a piercing crystalline blue; sharp, penetrating, and I suspected they never missed a thing.
"We're fine here," the asshole said dismissively with an angry glare.
"I would just assume the lady speak for herself," the man replied as he crossed his arms, making his upper body seem even more intimidating. His eyes flashed over to mine and softened slightly. "Is this man bothering you?"
I nodded vehemently. "Yes," I squeaked out, sweet relief hitting me as I realized he was going to help me.
Those piercing blue eyes turned back to the asshole again and hardened into an icy and uncompromising granite. "You heard the lady. I suggest you leave the club right now and not cause any more trouble. If you insist on continuing to harass one of my guests, I'll be forced to have security escort you out." His eyes narrowed pointedly. "I'm sure neither of us want that kind of spectacle in front of the entire club."
The asshole growled low in his throat, his gray eyes shooting daggers at the other man, who seemed completely unperturbed by it. His gray eyes flashed over to me and pinned me where I stood, so much anger and rage that it filled me with an almost paralyzing terror. I tensed, almost thinking he was going to strike me. Instead, he cast one more hard glare at my savior, then stalked away without another word. The other man's blue eyes followed the asshole's departure with a deep frown, and then he pulled a phone out of his suit jacket. He hit a few buttons on it, then lifted it to his ear.
"Pete, do you see the bald gentleman who's walking away from me toward the Sky Deck elevators?" he said calmly, and I couldn't get over his deep and resonant voice, its timbre so low and utterly masculine. It was kind of mesmerizing. He paused to listen, then nodded once. "Yes, him. I need you to discretely make sure he leaves, and let me know when he's gone." He paused again. "No, don't lay a hand on him unless you have to, but I want him gone from my club." He nodded again. "Thanks, Pete."
I watched him tuck his phone back into his jacket, and then looked up to see those piercing blue eyes focused on me. His entire demeanor exuded power and control, and I had to fight the urge to shrink away from him.
"Are you alright?" he asked in a softer tone as his eyes narrowed at me in concern.
All I could manage to do was nod as I continued leaning against the wrought-iron fence for support.
"I'm very sorry you've been accosted in one of my clubs twice now by that man," he shook his head with a disgusted expression.
"Your club?" I blurted out in confusion, finally finding my voice. "Twice?" How the hell did he know about that?
"Yes, my club." He smiled slightly. "I own multiple businesses, including The Indigo Room, and a certain private and exclusive club that isn't as widely known outside of its members."
Holy crap, this man also owned Désir Dangereux? This was who Gareth had met with last Saturday night. I stared at him in gape-jawed shock.
"All my clubs are equipped with security cameras." He turned and motioned toward a nearby fence post that was topped with a surveillance camera. "I monitor them myself when I'm able, so very little happens in any of my clubs without me being aware of it. That includes both times you were harassed." He stretched a hand out toward me. "I'm Calder Rennen."
"Uh...um...I'm Malory," I babbled out, still thrown off by this entire encounter. I reached out to shake his hand, which was warm and firm. I felt my face growing hot as I wondered what exactly he saw me doing last weekend.
"I only have cameras in the public areas, by the way," he said with a slight knowing smirk. "The private rooms are truly private. I assure you."
"Uh...okay."
"I'll let you get back to your evening then, Malory." His smile turned polite and warm. "Yet again, I apologize to you, and I hope you'll also extend an apology to your master as well."
"I...I will." I nodded like an imbecile.
"I don't usually allow things to get beyond my control like that, and I hope it doesn't make you hesitant to come back here or to any of my other businesses."
"It won't," I assured him. I wasn't going to let this incident scare me away from either club. It was just a dumb fluke I'd run into him here, and I highly doubted the asshole would ever bother me at Désir Dangereux again since Gareth would make sure of that. Heck, Gareth didn't even need to know about this incident. Nothing bad happened, and I was fine after all. Telling him about it would only serve to piss him off and upset him for no reason.
"I'm very glad to hear that," Calder said in a pleased tone. He nodded once then wished me a good night before walking away with commanding and purposeful strides toward the elevators.
I followed after him at a distance, intent on taking a separate elevator to go rejoin my friends and call it a night, since I'd had enough excitement for one day. I couldn't help taking a good long look at his backside though. Wow...just wow. He was no Gareth, but damn. Hey, I was only human, and there was nothing wrong with looking at the menu, as long as I didn't actually order anything.
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As soon as the elevator doors enclosed us in solitude, Gareth was on me. His lips crashed down on mine, his arms wrapping around me and pulling me flush against his hard body. He squeezed my ass in both hands, pressing his hardening cock against my stomach as a low possessive growl spilled from his mouth into mine. I moaned and melted into him with a happy contented sigh, giving myself over to his sweet kiss and seductive dominance.
Hours ago, he showed up at my apartment to pick me up for dinner dressed in a charcoal suit and carrying a garment bag. I'd happily changed out of the dress I was already wearing, thrilled with the long champagne pink dress I'd found inside the bag. It was short sleeved with a plunging V-neck, covered in tiny subtle sequins, and skimmed down my body, highlighting my curves before flowing out to swish around my legs as I walked. It made me feel like a princess, and when I walked downstairs into the living room of my loft apartment in it, the look on his gorgeous face said it all, searing heat and covetous need. He'd swiftly ushered me out of my apartment. I think it was because he feared he might forget all about our reservations and eat me for dinner instead.
Gareth's lips trailed down my throat now, his fingers dancing over the loose side braid that I'd pulled my thick red hair into tonight, leaving a few soft tendrils framing my face.
"I love your hair like this," he murmured against my soft skin. "It gives me more control." He wrapped my braid around a fist, firmly tilting my head to the side and nuzzling my neck. "And easy access." His deep growl vibrated through me so sweetly. I whimpered and shivered with need. The things this man made me feel always amazed me. I loved him and wanted him so much.
The elevator opened up on the penthouse floor much too soon for my liking, and Gareth took his soft lips away from my neck. He took my hand and led me to his door, then let us into his apartment. Reggie greeted us with his usual enthusiasm, and we both fussed over him for a moment. My God, I loved that dog almost as much as his master.
"Did you enjoy your dinner?" Gareth asked as he took my silk wrap from me.
He'd taken me to Lumière Noire, a five-star French restaurant, its dark Victorian-esque opulence like nothing I'd experienced before. The food was decadent and delicious, and the best I'd ever had. I'd thoroughly enjoyed our meal, and his charming and attentive company.
"It was wonderful," I said with enthusiasm. "I loved it."
"Good," he replied in warm satisfaction.
He smiled softly at me as he slipped his suit jacket off. He turned and laid it over one of the kitchen island stools along with my wrap. When he faced me again, the soft smile was gone, replaced by a lustful and predatory expression that flooded my body with instant heat and arousal.
"Now it's time for dessert," he added in a husky panty-melting tone as his eyes slid down my body appreciatively and darkened to near black. He unfastened his cuff links as he continued staring at me like he might devour me any second. I watched with quickening breaths as he began rolling his shirt sleeves up his lean muscular forearms. I knew exactly what that meant. We were going to play tonight. Yay.
"Go upstairs to my room and strip," he commanded, his dominance pouring off of him in a powerful wave that was completely undeniable. "Then you will kneel on the pillow I placed on the floor for you."
I bowed my head deferentially. "Yes, sir." I obeyed, and hurried away toward the stairs, feeling his heated gaze following me across the room like a seductive caress.
When I came to the top of the stairs, I jerked to a stop. I stood stock-still and stared at a trail of white and red rose petals that were strewn across the floor leading to the stairs up to Gareth's bedroom. The trail was framed by tiny tea lights, that upon closer inspection were battery operated LEDs. Thank God, Reggie could have knocked one over and burned the building down if they were real candles.
I smiled dreamily and followed the path, impressed by Gareth's effort. Who would have thought the man I met weeks ago, who was just looking for a nameless one-night-stand, could end up being so romantic and all mine?
The trail of petals continued up the stairs all the way to his bedroom where they were strewn around the floor and on the bed. More tiny LED lights were spread around the perimeter of the room on the floor and the furniture. I hadn't been able to see any of it from the lower level because the curtains were drawn behind the railing, blocking the bedroom from view. It was beautiful and ethereal, and I loved it.
In the center of the open area in front of the bed, sat a gray and ivory pillow amid all the rose petals. I was suddenly very eager to kneel on that pillow and see what this night would bring. I carefully pulled off my dress and draped it over the nearby club chair, then I took off my bra and panties, and laid them on the chair as well. I slipped off my nude pumps and moved straight to the pillow to kneel down in one smooth fluid motion. I was getting a lot better at it, and smiled with pride. I bowed my head, put my palms on my knees, and settled in with a soft contented sigh to wait for Gareth.
Thankfully, I didn't have long to wait, and within a few minutes, I could hear him coming up the stairs. Then I heard the beeping of his closet safe being opened. He was probably locking his gun away. A moment after that, I felt the weight and heat of Gareth's gaze on me as he entered the bedroom.
"Close your eyes, beautiful," he said with quiet authority.
I complied and felt him draw near, his footsteps swishing softly across the rug until he stopped right in front of me. I sensed motion, and then I could hear his slow even breaths so very close to me. I could feel the warmth and nearness of his body. His fingertips gently touched my chin.
"Open your eyes now," he said in a soft voice that I didn't expect. "Look at me, my Malory."
I opened my eyes and raised my head to find Gareth sitting cross-legged right in front of me. His eyes were filled with warm affection. He cupped my face in his palm, his rough thumb gently caressing my lower lip.
"Your love and trust mean so much to me, and I strive to be the man you deserve," he said in a sincere tone.
I nodded. "You are the man I deserve, sir," I said with equal sincerity as I laid my hand on his cheek.
He blinked rapidly and dropped his hand as he looked away, like he didn't believe me. He showed the rest of the world so much confidence and self-assurance, but underneath lie a man carrying insecurities and uncertainty just like anyone else. I was honored that he felt safe enough to show that vulnerable part of himself to me.
"You are a good man, Gareth," I told him firmly. "You know that. Your mother and your ex-wife knew nothing of the good man you really are. They were too busy pursuing their own selfish needs to be bothered to see it, but I do."
He met my eyes again. "Your faith in me makes me feel like one," he said quietly.
"Then believe me when I say it's true," I whispered as I traced my thumb across his soft lips.
"Very well," he murmured with a gentle and loving smile as he reached up to take my hand in his, then pulled it into his lap. His eyes glistened with emotion as he continued speaking. "The submission you grant me when we play is a beautiful gift and something I don't take lightly. It's an honor and a privilege, something not to be squandered or abused. I want you to know that I will always take care of you, protect you, and keep you safe, in all ways, and especially when we play. And if you'll agree," He released my hand and reached behind his back to bring out a long jewelry box, "I want to truly be your master. Will you wear my collar, Malory?"
He opened it, and I gasped at what I saw lying on the soft black velvet inside the box. It was a glittering line of perfect pear-shaped diamonds made into a beautiful choker with a tiny filigreed padlock for a clasp. Two little matching keys were lying on the black velvet next to it. It was simple yet breathtaking, and I stared at it in awestruck shock. Gareth told me a little about submissive collars and collaring ceremonies the other day when I asked him about it after seeing Thea's last weekend. I knew the deep significance of being offered Gareth's collar. It was a formal and binding commitment between a Dom and his sub. It was an honor to be cherished and respected. For some in the lifestyle, it was even more meaningful than getting married. I'd secretly hoped that someday he'd offer this to me. Never did I expect it tonight, and I was stunned speechless, unable to believe he was asking me to wear his collar now.
"I'm not asking you to be my sub twenty-four seven, or to take away your independence, Malory," Gareth said with a worried frown when I hadn't said anything for several moments. "It will be just like before, only you'll wear my collar when we play, and only I will have the key, but I will always honor your safeword. I promise. This just makes what we already share official." He sighed and looked down, his eyes growing sad and despondent as his body deflated in defeat. "It's much too soon, and I overstepped. I'm sorry." He reached out toward the box. "I...I just wanted you to be mine," he added in a whisper so soft that I almost didn't catch it. I didn't think he even realized he said it out loud.
"Yes," I blurted out as I frantically grabbed his hand, his heartbroken words pulling me out of my shocked stupor. "Please put it on me, sir."
His hand froze, and his eyes shot to mine in wary disbelief.
"You just surprised me. I didn't expect this at all, but I want to wear your collar and be yours more than anything." I gripped his hand in a death grip, desperate to wipe the sorrow off his gorgeous face. "Please, Master."
The title "Master" had black fire igniting in his dark eyes in an instant, that lost expression fading fast as fierce dominance took its place. His hand shot out to grab my braid, and he wrapped it around his fist. He held me in a firm uncompromising grip that felt safe and reassuring. His lips latched onto mine in a fierce possessive kiss that had me mewling into his mouth in a heartbeat. I was left dazed and lightheaded as he pulled away and rose to his feet, the jewelry box in his hand.
"Eyes down, beautiful," he said, his voice shaking slightly with emotion.
I put my hands back on my knees and cast my eyes to the floor, bowing my head in deference to my master. He circled behind me, and I heard the soft tinkling noise of the necklace being removed from the box. A moment later, I felt the cold touch of the diamonds and the caress of Gareth's warm fingers over my skin as he placed the collar around my neck. I heard a metallic click as he closed the clasp with the padlock, locking it in place. I closed my eyes, and a long contented sigh fell from my lips as a warm reassuring blanket of submission fell over me. All worries and fear slipped away. I felt safe. I felt complete. I felt loved.
"Tell me your safeword," he demanded in a deep commanding tone.
"Bourbon, Master," I said calmly and fearlessly.
"Very well," he crooned in approval.
He stepped around to stand directly in front of me. I stared at his shoes and stayed still, waiting patiently for his next command, my mind quiet and serene. I had nothing to worry about now. My master would take care of everything.
"It's time for you to serve and to please your master," he said in a hard and decisive tone as the jingling of his belt being unbuckled filled me with eager excitement. It was followed by the sound of his zipper lowering, and my sex throbbed and slickened with need. I heard the rustling of clothing. "Suck my cock."
I looked up to find his massive erection right in front of me, so long and thick as it curved slightly up toward his stomach. It was so beautiful. I stared at it, mesmerized and practically drooling in anticipation. My God, I loved this man's cock as much as I loved him.
"Now," he snarled when I'd taken too long to obey.
I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his wide crown, loving how soft the hot velvety skin felt against my lips. He moaned, and I hummed happily at his reaction. I swirled my tongue around him then licked up and down his shaft like it was a lollipop. I trailed warm kisses along his length, continuing to hum appreciatively. I kept it up until his moans began to sound impatient and desperate. That was when I abruptly deep-throated him with no warning whatsoever, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat as I took as much of him as I could and swallowed.
""Fuck!" he snarled out in a rush as his body convulsed above me. "Goddamn that's fucking good, baby. Good girl."
Pleasure cascaded down on me in a wave of pure satisfaction. Pleasing my master was everything I needed in this moment. Everything. I moaned deeply and reached up to wrap my hand around his base to steady him, feeling the hard steel under his soft skin beneath my fingers. I began bobbing my head with abandon, relishing the deep feral sounds coming from my master's lips. I felt his body begin to grow taut with a tension that wound tighter and tighter, the noises he made turning more and more animalistic as I mercilessly drove him to the edge. I might be the submissive here and he my master, but I held the power. And I wanted it all, wanted to push him over the brink and swallow down his pleasure until I'd wrung him dry of every damn drop.
"Stop," he gasped out in a husky tone tinged with madness and desperation.
His hand gripped the back of my neck and pulled me away from his cock with a soft pop as he broke the suction of my lips. I whined in disappointment and strained forward to take him back into my mouth.
"That's enough," he barked out, his hand gripping my neck tighter in a warning. "Do as you're told or you won't get to come on my cock."
That managed to get through to my lust-addled mind. I sank back onto my knees and looked up at him pleadingly, unable to stop the soft needy whine that escaped me.
"You love your master's cock," he murmured seductively. "Don't you, beautiful?"
"Yes, Master," I answered in a breathless needy voice, lust and need scorching through my entire body.
"Good girl," he crooned. "Now lie on your back, knees up by your shoulders." His voice dropped to a deep masculine rumble. "Show me your pretty little cunt."
I immediately obeyed, rolling onto my back amid the rose petals, their aroma mingling with the scent of sex and arousal that surrounded me. I lifted my knees up to my shoulders and watched Gareth's eyes flash down to stare between my thighs, desire raging in them with a surge of black fire. His fingers deftly unbuttoned his shirt as his gaze stayed riveted to my pussy, that I'm sure was soaked and glistening for him. He tossed his shirt aside and swiftly removed the rest of his clothes. He leaned over me and inhaled deeply with his eyes closed in pleasure.
"Hmm...you smell so good," he moaned out huskily.
I stared at his gloriously nude body above me, the hard swells and dips of his muscles sheer perfection as they flexed and moved under his skin. His cock bumped against my aching core, and stark shivering need wiped away every other thought in my head.
He grabbed my ankles and placed them over his shoulders, then began rubbing the head of his cock against my clit. I convulsed upward as a zing of bliss shivered through me, a ghost of what I knew was to come. His eyes fixed on mine, his pupils blown wide with desire, as he began to push forward, parting my lips and piercing into me ever so slowly until he filled me up completely. I whimpered and moaned as he stilled, desperate for the friction of him moving inside me.
"Arms around my neck," he growled out fiercely, his voice thrumming with need.
I reached up to latch my fingers together behind his neck. He rose up onto his knees, his hands gripping my hips tightly as I sank down onto him deeper than I even thought possible. He held me up effortlessly as he leaned back onto the balls of his feet, my knees still on his shoulders and his cock buried to the root inside me.
"Hold on tight, baby," he said a voice made thick with arousal.
His biceps flexed under my thighs as he lifted me up then immediately brought me back down on his shaft. I saw stars as a burst of almost painful pleasure hit me hard. "Oh God," I gasped. "Oh fuck."
He did it again and again, faster and harder, fucking me on his cock with unbelievable strength and control, his dark penetrating gaze never leaving mine. I was completely under his control and at his mercy, and I was awestruck, captured in his eyes and lost in this man, each thrust taking me higher and higher than I ever thought imaginable. I felt myself rise up, up, up, straining and reaching for the release I needed so desperately, wanting it so badly even as I feared it would be more than I could handle.
"Please, Master. Please," I begged him, uncertain if I was asking him to stop, or never to let it end. But of course, he knew exactly what I wanted, needed, and he gave it to me.
"Come," he snarled, then lifted me up and let me drop down hard. His crown bumped against my cervix and detonated the release I'd been yearning for, yet feared would destroy me. It streaked through me, burning everything in its path to ashes and obliterating me from the inside out. I threw my head back and wailed, the scream long and unending. Gareth's voice joined mine, his cock swelling and jerking as he released inside me, long jets of cum bathing my insides in sweet scalding heat.
The only thing that mattered, the only thing that existed now, was my master and our deep connection, both physical and emotional. Everything else fell away as we soared into the sky together, consumed by pleasure. I lost all sense of time and space, happily lost and floating away for a time until his sweet kisses pulled me back to him. We lay on the floor now, our sweat-covered bodies twined together as he held me close and kissed me so sweetly and intently. His fingers tailed down my neck to my collar and lingered there, sliding around to the padlock that held it closed and tugging at it gently.
"You're mine now, my Malory," he growled possessively against my lips. "Mine."
"Yes, Master," I agreed. "Yours."
It was true. I was completely and utterly his now, and a dark part of me never wanted to take his collar off again.