Authors: Vanessa Fewings
She stomped her foot and went under, disappearing.
Nothing mattered.
Only her.
Sweeping her up in my arms, scooping her out of the water, I pulled her into my chest and clutched her to me, overwhelmed with how good it felt to be this close again. Wading toward land with her in my arms, all I wanted was her to be safe.
All I needed was to see her happy.
“That’s you saving me again.” She nuzzled into my chest.
My body ached with need.
These games were over. This power play between two friends had done its worst to an innocent girl and I refused to see the woman I loved in any more distress.
I bent my head and kissed her.
“You need a girlfriend who’s also your sub,” she said.
“I quite agree. However, I have one stipulation, Mia.”
Her body stiffened in my arms.
“You must agree to a permanent contract.”
“Forever?”
I smirked. “That’s what permanent means, yes.”
She gave that sweet, petulant pout I’d come to adore.
Her feistiness sparked this temptation, this need to own her beyond what she knew was possible.
“Say yes,” I demanded.
“Yes, please. When?”
“Right now. If you fail to call me sir.”
She looked up at me. “Sir.”
The promise of being inside her returned, bringing her the kind of pleasure she deserved.
Needed.
Grabbing her hand, I pulled her back toward the condo. “Much better, Ms. Lauren.”
“It’s New Year’s Eve.”
I stared down at her. “A new life.”
Her expression was a mixture of wonder and surrender, and she seemed too drenched in love to care about her dress.
I squeezed her hand. “Mia Lauren.”
“Yes?”
“I love you so much. I’ve always loved you. From the moment I laid eyes on you. And I always will. You’re everything I could’ve dreamed of and more.”
She leaned against me. “I love you, Cameron Cole.”
My kiss was harsh, lavishing affection, a dark prelude to all I was about to do to her. I broke away. “My sweet, sweet, Mia. You are enthralling.”
Through the glass sliding door we hurried and I spun around and closed the blinds.
“Mia,” I commanded, “out of those clothes.”
Her expression turned to wonder as her fingers worked the straps, fumbling nervously.
I stepped forward. “Remember what I told you?”
Captivation swept over her. “If I was yours?”
In London, owning her had seemed so out of reach.
“Mia, I told you I’d possess you beyond all understanding.”
“I remember.”
“Time to show you what I meant.”
CHAPTER 2
I EXHIBITED THE kind of patience that would have impressed a Tibetan Monk.
After taking a shower
alone
, needing my thoughts to settle and to regain my self-control, I rejoined Mia in the bathroom.
She showered off the seawater. Her gaze met mine and quickly slipped away, her shyness endearing. She looked ethereal beneath that heavy downpour, her nakedness clouded in a veil of steam.
This self-denial was a punishment in its purist form.
From the way she turned away she too felt this unnerving chemistry between us. We were lightning in a bottle, the freeing of which threatened to change us irrevocably. We’d smash the worlds we’d come from and forge a new one together.
Holding off on touching her, I merely watched and waited, delaying the pleasure of our impending session.
The white bathroom tile, hardwood floors, and luxury tub in the center had all been picked out personally by me when I’d decorated this place for her way back when she had no idea I owned this condo. Other than Richard, no one else knew Mia was here. We were assured privacy for as long as we wanted it.
My hands balled into fists as I fought with my conscience. I should do the right thing—refuse her, refuse me, and take her back.
Our love was pure.
My doubt hadn’t been about that.
I’d refused to go there, imagine an
us.
There rose a
lingering concern she’d not survive a relationship with a man like me: controlling, dominating, and with an acquired taste for the dark arts.
My heart screamed my thoughts into silence.
I gestured for her and she turned off the faucet.
After drying Mia with a plush towel, I ordered her to proceed naked into the bedroom. She knelt and leisurely crawled beside me along the hallway, her movement showcasing the elegance of a tamed submissive.
The vision of her subservience, the way the afternoon light flooded in from the bay windows and reflected off her pale skin, her feminine movement of freely giving herself over to me, all took my breath away.
Within the privacy of the bedroom, she rose to her feet as commanded and held the submissive’s pose. She held it beautifully—liberated by her nakedness, the ends of her hair damp from the shower, her eyes averted, her spine straight, her hands held together behind her back. Serene, feminine, the exquisiteness of surrender.
She responded to the tone of my command, which remained severe and all- controlling. This would mark our first session as lovers.
My sub was not just any woman. She was the flower I’d helped blossom from the start, and her continued flourishing would occur by my own hand no less.
The art of masterdom I knew well. I was more than capable of ensuring my submissive’s desires were fulfilled on every level, her secret yearnings brought into the light, her needs explored, her fantasies realized, her orgasms given the exploration and longitude they deserved. The art of taking a completely vulnerable sub and guiding her through the scene were beyond any pleasure I’d known. I was no different to any other master, demanding complete satisfaction too from the play.
I ran my hand over Mia’s soft flesh, down her back, along her buttocks, pinching and squeezing, priming her tenderness.
This position led her beautifully into the scene, highlighting her physical, emotional, and psychological willingness to proceed. She slipped into subspace effortlessly, her eyes flitting to mine.
The inspection began with the slow steady examination of her breasts, nipples tweaked and pinched and elongated until those pink buds had my approval. Her beautiful body was a pleasure to explore.
“Show me.” I gestured.
Mia obediently laid her hands on her labia, easing it apart, nudging her hips forward for me to better see. “Yours, sir.”
If it were possible to die from an aching cock, I was close. My balls were tight and full, my chest was heavy with need, and my entire body tingled.
“Did I give permission to speak?”
A flicker of blonde curls as she shook her head. Her flushed cheeks reflected the tension of being so exposed. Her sex enticed me.
Running my hand along her cleft, her arousal wet the tips of my fingers. A surge of emotion swept over me as that delicate clit throbbed beneath my touch.
Mia let out a long sigh.
I stepped back and stared into her blue eyes. “Forgive me. I can’t.”
This building intensity scrambled my thoughts and made it hard to focus.
Devastation marred her face.
“No, Mia, what I mean is…”
Tears moistened her eyes.
Couldn’t do it.
Couldn’t take her through an hour long scene and deny myself any longer, deny her. Sweeping her up, I forged ahead toward the dresser and sat her on it, pulling her thighs apart and stepping between them, freeing myself from my pants.
With a yell of need I thrust into her, burying deep, her slickness aiding my strike of power. I grabbed her hair and tugged it back. “I refuse to give you up,” I yelled. “I will fight to keep you no matter what.”
“Oh, Cameron.” Her eyes lit with passion.
Her head fell back and her groans proved her closeness.
This, this was what we both needed right now, me fucking her fiercely, taking her there fast, and with her eyelids lowered, her jaw slack, and her groans of pleasure rising above mine, she proved she needed this too.
Driving her harder, feeling her sex clenching in rhythmic squeezes, I leaned forward and braced my hands against the wall. The sensation of this rising in my cock stole all air from my lungs. My muscles flexed, my body went rigid, and I dominated her every move.
She screamed her orgasm.
Our wildness continued unabated.
Lifting her off the dresser, I spun her round so her back was against my front and I clasped her hands behind her. With her wrists secured tightly in my left hand, I reached around with my right and found her clit and gave it the play it deserved, the pleasure she yearned for, until she pleaded for release.
I leaned back against that dresser and, like a mad man, went with her into this frenzy, bringing her down on me sharply, filling her completely, stretching her, feeling her tautness. Mia’s thighs were spread wide over mine, providing continued access to her sex while my fingers strummed their perfect rhythm.
My other hand took possession of her breasts, tweaking her nipples into elongated buds—pert and firm, full of want.
Our fucking grew more frenzied.
As though we didn’t believe we were here. During those many nights spent apart, I woke with her name on my tongue and my body rigid and ready to claim her, as though she slept beside me. Where she had always been destined to be.
So many restless nights of missing her.
Wrapping my arm around her waist, I increased our pace and brought her down hard on me, burying deep, and with each thrust deeper still, until her thighs trembled and her breaths were ragged, and her spasms carried her fast toward bliss.
Blood roared through my ears. I was too delirious to care about anything but her, too enraptured with the sound of her cries, her gasps. My fingers brought her over as her head fell back against my chest and she surrendered completely, her sex gripping my firmness, owning me too.
Filling her with warmth, I came hard. All thoughts scattered as time and place dissolved from awareness and all I knew was her.
Mia trembled in my arms.
I rocked into her gently, still buried deep, savoring her small cries as I brought her over again.
And again.
My fingers explored, worshiping every inch of her, wanting nothing more than to soothe with these endless caresses.
Mia was finally mine.
And I gave a silent prayer, promising to dedicate the rest of my life to protecting her and ensuring her happiness.
We changed positions again, refusing to end this fucking. We lay, we stood, and I even took her while standing with Mia’s legs wrapped around my waist, until we eventually made it to the bed. Our tussling on the four-poster reflected how much we didn’t want to let go.
Hours slipped by…
Collapsing, we dozed off in each other’s arms.
A deep sleep of peacefulness.
I awoke to find Mia gone.
I flung my legs over the edge of the bed as a well of panic filled my lungs. I went in search of her. This pit in my gut was too cruel to endure.
And there she was, in her bra and panties, standing in the kitchen, drinking from a tall glass of water.
I’d forgotten how fond of breathing I was.
She had a grip on me I didn’t think possible.
“I was bringing you up one.” She pointed to the ice-filled glass on the counter.
“You okay?”
“Thirsty.” She beamed at me.
Yet she was an unquenchable thirst.
There was no way to tell her of the panic I’d felt waking up to find her gone. My heartbeat settled, and the dryness of my mouth soothed as I drank that water.
We didn’t make it to the bedroom.
I carried Mia into the living room and threw her upon the sofa and ripped off her bra and panties and then buried my face between her thighs.
She shuddered against me and I exulted with how quickly she responded to my tongue lavishing affection, flicking the delicate clit, tasting her perfection, her wetness, an unmatched intimacy.
Desire willed me on to take her quick and hard. Indeed, punish her for making me feel this way—
Ruined by her.
It felt like drowning, and I went under willingly, my heart soaring with every second of being close to her again.
I couldn’t recall ever coming so many times in such a short space of time. My cock rose minutes after each climax, as though addicted.
With her hand in mine, I led Mia into the bathroom, letting go only long enough to run a bath for her. I guided Mia into it and directed her into the center.
Like the good submissive I’d trained her to be, Mia stood in the half filled tub, allowing me to bathe her. I slid this soap soaked sponge leisurely up and down her spine, languishing over her buttocks, and lower still. Her trembling revealed her response to my touch.
Yes, I’d ravished her in the past, brought a perfect balance of both pleasure and pain to woo her, but what lay ahead was an intensity of belonging to a lover who prided himself on a certain brand of masterdom.
Should my ownership of her become too much, the return of Mia to her old master was still possible. I needed her to know this.
My jaw tightened. “Should you have doubts about me, about us—”
“Don’t,” she said. “Not now, not after all we’ve endured to be together. Trust it. Believe it. I do.”
“Mia.”
“All I need is your love.”
Shaking my head, I marveled at her understanding and squeezed the sponge, allowing warm water to trickle over her. “Warm enough?”
“Yes, thank you.” She turned and rested her hand against my face. “You?”
My cheek tilted into her palm and rested there. That gentle gesture of hers felt so endearing, so tender. I’d disallowed either of us to share this before, for fear our bond might have grown too intense.