Destined for the Dom [Masters of Submission 2] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (12 page)

A sexual moan left her lips. “Please, Master, no more, have mercy on me.” High on endorphins, her words were slurred with pleasure.

“Silence.”

He continued massaging her butt until another painful orgasm rocked her body with exquisite enjoyment. She cried out again, “Mercy, Master, please.” How much pleasure could one woman take? He was driving her to the edge of a precipice, in his relentless pursuit of her surrender.

Her whole body shuddered as Hunter pushed bead number four inside her anus. The beads were getting larger and stretched her to breaking point. She felt almost delirious on the endorphins fucking with her brain. “Please, Master…I beg you, I beg you, I beg you.” Her words of total submission trailed away as she teetered on the edge of oblivion.

Hunter couldn’t have hoped for more from a sub. Zoë had given him everything he desired—her complete submission. It had been beautiful to watch, and filled him with a sense of well-being that had surpassed anything he’d experienced before. He took a moment to savor her surrender, as she lay helpless in the stocks, her feminine butt curved enticingly, stretched and ready for him. A light dusting of perspiration glistened seductively on her skin, and she appeared to have slipped into a pleasure-induced trance. Her eyes were closed, and her luscious, full lips held a serene smile.

He hunkered down and caressed his fingers across her beautiful face, smoothing a thumb over her pouting lips. Her eyes dreamily fluttered open, and that delicious calm green that he loved so much stared back. When her eyelids slid shut, he knew another orgasm was imminent. He smiled to himself. The pulsing butterfly could go on pleasuring her for hours, far longer than he ever could. He kissed her lips, sliding his tongue deep inside her mouth, relishing and savoring her obvious delirium.

“How are you feeling, my sub?” he eventually asked.

“Overloaded on pleasure, Master. You are…a very, very…wicked man.” Her words came haltingly, and a contented sigh left her lips as she finished speaking.

“That is because I know exactly what you need.” Hunter stood, unzipped his leather pants, and pulled out his achingly erect cock. He held it in his hand and offered it to her waiting lips. He drew in a breath as her pink tongue flicked out and swiped his arousal from the tip. Gritting his teeth, he concentrated hard. He didn’t want to spill his seed in that gorgeous little mouth of hers just yet. “It is good that you please your Master.”

He watched intently as she slowly took him right back. The tight, warm sheath of her mouth acted as a soothing balm for his throbbing shaft. He needed a moment to absorb her beauty. “That’s it, my sub, pleasure me.” Her fingers tensed and curled in the stocks as her instinct to touch him took over. A moan of frustration erupted from her, when she realized she was still held captive.

Hunter teased a hand through her short black hair as his cock touched the back of her throat. “Patience. I’m not finished with you yet.” He rocked his hips back and forth, enjoying the sight of her sweet lips, greedily fastened around his shaft.

With ever-increasing anticipation, he reluctantly pulled his cock from her mouth. “Enough for now, my sub.”

He slid his hands down her body, smoothing them into the womanly curve of her back and then over her shoulders. He knew they must ache, because groans of pleasure came from her lips as he massaged the tender muscles.

After soothing her captured flesh with his fingers, he moved behind her. Slowly, so she would feel the full benefit, he pulled the anal probe from her butt, enjoying the little animal cries she made as the beads popped successively from her ass. Desperate to be inside her creamy butt, he impatiently discarded the metallic probe to the floor. With no time to waste, Hunter sheathed himself with a condom. Control was of paramount importance for a Dom, and he took a slow, deep breath to steady himself.

Still held firmly in place by the stocks, Zoë waited patiently for him. The anal probe had done its job and had stretched her sphincter, as required. He squeezed some lube onto his fingers and lovingly caressed the cool lotion to the pink rosette of her ass.

A hiss of surprise left her lips. “Master, oh, it’s cold.”

“Your butt now belongs to me. Say it.”

“It’s yours, Master.” Her breathless reply made his erection twitch excitedly.

A whimper of disbelief left her lips, as he began filling her butt with his cock. “Jesus, Master. It feels wonderful.”

It made him harder still, knowing she was turned on. He enjoyed watching his large member, as it slowly disappeared inside her puckered hole. Tight whimpers left her lips as her rectal muscles finally submitted and accepted his substantial girth. Standing behind her he pressed his full weight against her ass, squeezing her clit harder against the butterfly.

Fast, immediate breaths began panting from her lungs.

“Master…please.”

“Wait.”

“Oh…it’s so…close.”

Hunter grabbed her hips as he repeatedly thrust his length inside her ass, until he felt her whole body shake, in an effort to please him. Tonight, he’d pushed Zoë’s limits, and she’d come through with flying colors. He was so very proud of her. Now it was time to reward her good behavior. He gripped her hips more tightly and thrust harder. “Come for me now, sub. Come for me.”

“Oh…thank you…Master.” Her words were breathy and submissive. He felt the shudders of relief, racking through her body. They took the form of vibrations that pulsed right to her very core. He felt them gripping his cock, which invaded and controlled her ass. “Hunter, I love you,” she screamed at the top of her voice.

Even though he felt the same way about Zoë, her words took him completely by surprise. For fear of destroying what they had, he held back and kept his mouth shut. All his life he’d been frightened of losing what he loved, and now was no exception. He’d been proved right time and time again. One way or another, if he cared for someone, things always got fucked up.

“Goddamn you, Hunter Black. Didn’t you hear what I said? I said I love you.” Her tone was insistent and demanded an answer.

His answer.

How he wanted to return her words of love. How he wanted to shout out
I love you, too, Zoë. You mean everything to me
, but, instead, he thrust harder and deeper, taking her pleasure and his to greater and greater heights. Her screams of sexual fulfillment reached a crescendo, filling the playroom, making him thrust harder still. He wanted to own her, brand her, and bend her to his will. He laid his weight over her back, and slid his hands under her full breasts, squeezing them, teasing the nipples between his finger and thumbs.

“You belong to me now,” he stated gruffly, as he impaled himself once more in her butt.

“Yes, Master.”

“Always.” He rammed his cock fully home, filling her tight ass as he hurtled to his own release. When he came, he jerked inside her, spilling his seed in giant thrusts of sexual gratification. His back arched with the intense pleasure that pulsed in his groin. As he fought for breath, his stomach and chest undulated uncontrollably, making the sweat drip down his torso and catch in his pubic hair.

Breathless, he said, “You have pleased me more than you know, Zoë.” He trailed his fingers across her flushed cheeks, before dipping them into her mouth.

Hunter took a moment longer to enjoy her complete acquiescence. Zoë lay supine, her breath coming in short, sharp pants. He leaned down and kissed her elegant back, before releasing her wrists and head from the stocks. Tenderly he massaged her neck and shoulders, then undid the thick leather restraint securing her waist. After unhooking the buckles at her ankles, he scooped her into his arms and carried her from the playroom. “I’ll run you a warm bath, Peaches. You deserve it.”

If only he could tell her how much he loved her, too.

* * * *

The heavy putt, putt, putt of enemy fire kept Hunter firmly on the deck. He looked around at his buddies. As always, Josh, Marty, and Jimmy were right there with him. The insurgents were large in number and holed up in the small village just ahead. He gave the signal to his buddies, and they silently made their way, crawling through the long grass. It was such a beautiful day, the birds were singing, and the sun warmed his back, burning the exposed flesh of his neck.

Suddenly, a brilliant white light blinded his eyes, and a powerful blast of air flattened him to the ground. Silence. Total fucking silence. Then all he heard was screaming…

* * * *

Hunter woke with a start, and sat bolt upright, desperately trying to catch his breath. His naked body was covered with sweat. Every night he’d have the same Goddamn dream. Fuck, he hated the way it just wouldn’t quit. In his nightmare, he was back in Afghanistan, witnessing the death of his band of brothers. In the four years since the tragedy, the dream had barely changed, but just recently he’d been unable to visualize the faces of his dead buddies. Why was that? Josh and Marty had died right in front of him, their bodies ripped apart by the improvised explosive device. Jimmy, his best buddy, had clung to life for a further two months, before finally succumbing to his horrific injuries. Being the only survivor, he guessed he felt guilty. What had been so special about him? Why did he survive when the other guys didn’t?

Feeling irritated and unsettled, Hunter dragged a hand through his hair. He needed to stretch his legs. He glanced at Zoë. In the soft moonlight streaming through the window, he could just make her out, sleeping soundly. How he envied her peace and tranquility. Her breathing was calm and rhythmic, and he reckoned her sleep was beautifully dreamless.

Carefully, so as not to wake her, he slid from the bed, and tenderly pulled the covers around her. Zoë meant the world to him. She’d given him exactly what he desired. In fact, she’d given him far more than mere sexual satisfaction. She’d given him an anchor to hold on to. Like a lost soul, he’d been searching for a missing part, and now he’d finally found it. He knew now that Zoë was that missing part. She was the only person who connected his past, present, and future together. He dragged a hand through his hair again. Just why the fuck didn’t he tell her he loved her, when she’d opened her heart up to him?
Hunter, I love you.
Was it the fear of losing her? He couldn’t bear that.

Everyone he’d ever loved had either died, or left him. His mother had died when he was just nine, and when his father had been unable to cope with the loss, the authorities had sent Hunter to St. Mark’s. It was supposed to be a temporary measure, until his father got his head together. But it just didn’t happen and Dad never came back for him. Two years later, he learned that he’d married again, but after that the trail went cold. He guessed a boy of eleven just didn’t fit in with his father’s plans.

Hunter moved across to the window and sat in the easy chair, staring out into the darkness. The full moon cast a silvery light, and he could just make out the yard and his land beyond.

In two days he would be back on Air Marshal duty, flying the skies, looking for terrorists who were determined to bring this great country of his down. He glanced across at Zoë again. He should make the best of what he had, because he never knew when it might end.

The tightness in his groin intensified, and he slipped back into the bed. He guessed Zoë wouldn’t mind him waking her up like this. He crawled on top of her and stroked his erect cock over her pussy. “Wakey, wakey,” he growled in her ear as he held his weight from her naked body. A smile drifted to her lips and she opened her eyes.

Any worries he had simply disappeared when he looked into her beautiful face. He groaned as he sunk his cock inside her welcoming warmth.

Three months later

Zoë took a step back and stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror. Goddamn it, she needed to tone up. Since moving in with Hunter, she hadn’t taken any exercise. She smiled to herself. Well maybe just a bit, if she included having sex of Olympic proportions. She smoothed a hand over her belly, and did that before-and-after bullshit she’d seen on the TV. She let her stomach hang naturally. “Before.” She drew in a sharp breath. “After.” She let it out. “Before.” She laughed, dismissing such foolishness with a wave of her hand.

“I’ve gotta hand it to you, girl. You may have put on a pound or two, but you still managed to knock ’em dead at the interview.”

After living in Hunter’s beautiful house for the last four months, she’d finally found herself a job. Unfortunately, the lead Jessica had given her at Club Submission had come to nothing. The center for arts where Jessica worked was already heavily oversubscribed. If she wanted to teach erotic dance classes there, she’d have to join a lengthy waiting list. That wasn’t an option. As a woman who’d always made her own destiny, she’d been climbing the walls from lack of purpose. In the end, she’d decided to give exotic dancing another go. She’d obviously done something right, because a large well-respected club on the outskirts of Boston had snapped her up.

Hunter had been away for long periods of time over the last few months. In his job as an Air Marshal he helped keep America safe from terrorists. He would often be called away at a moment’s notice, especially when large events were planned, such as a presidential visit. After 9/11 the government left nothing to chance. She glanced at her watch. At this very moment he was flying high over Cleveland, Ohio. He was due home that very evening.