Dominating Their Virgin Sub (8 page)

“My sweet, obedient, pet. I’m so sorry I made
you feel that way.” Both of his hands slid down her sides and she could feel
the cane he still gripped. The vulnerability that came off of him was tangible
and she was stunned to see it come from Nikolas. His touch reassured her and
tears pricked her eyes. “You don’t disappoint me, pet. You could never
disappoint me. My own selfishness to keep my distance should never have made
you feel that you were anything but my precious wife, my precious, sweet pet.”
The tears she tried to keep at bay slid down her cheeks. “Let me show you how much
I care for you, how from this moment on you will never feel anything but
cherished and loved.”

Loved.
The
word felt good, and sounded even better coming from him, her normally stoic
Dom.

The feel of his warm breath on her back
heightened her senses and all she wanted was to have him touch her, any way he
pleased. “I want to hear you beg for my lashes, pet. I want you to ask your
Master for what it is you crave.” His lips found the shell of her ear and he
murmured, “Your pleasure is mine, Maylene.” Her mouth was dry and her throat
closed. It was such a simple request, and she wanted his lashes, so badly, but
for the life of her she couldn’t form the words. The heat from his chest
pressed into her back as he leaned in close. His warm breath tickled her ear
when he whispered, “Beg me for it. Don’t be afraid to tell your Master what it
is you want.” The cane moved lower, over the crack of her ass and between her
thighs. The wood was cold against her saturated, hot folds, and she curled her
fingers into the palm of her hands.

The words tumbled out of her in a jumble of
whispered, pleading words. “Please, Master. Please strike me.” His deep
inhalation came from behind her and a moment later he stepped back. She wanted,
no
needed
, to feel the pain only he
could give her. He made her wait a millisecond before she heard the cane
singing through the air. It struck her ass with precision and she arched her
back and cried out. The pain stole her breath. Never had she felt such an
intense, burning sensation. Over and over he spanked her ass, the pain growing
higher and higher until the rush of endorphins coursed through her bloodstream
and evened out the agony. Never had she thought the sting of his cane could
bring out so much pleasure, but with the pain came a sense of euphoria, a
feeling of release that had nothing to do with a sexual nature. “
Master
…”

“My name falling from your lips brings the
sweetest sound.” He used his hand to massage the abused flesh. Blood rushed to
the area of pain and warmed it. “How many more lashes do you think you deserve
to understand that there isn’t anything about you that disappoints me?”

 
“As
many as you see fit, Master.” The guttural sound that came from him sent a
thrill through her core. She would have given him anything just to feel his
cane, his touch, and his breath on her body.

“Such a good little sub.” The next strike
landed on the back of her thighs and she bit her lip. The next one hit her
bottom then her thigh. He alternated between the areas, never hitting the same
spot twice. The force of his strikes was just hard enough to have the tip touch
her skin, to add pain that heightened her pleasure. Her pussy was soaked, her
juices sliding down as he continued his onslaught of pain and ecstasy. Warmth
spread through her, starting from her toes and moving all the way up to end at
her fingertips. The sound of his even breathing told her he was focused, and
concentrating on his task. That fact had her pleasure heightening. Her clit throbbed
and her body begged for deliverance, to let go and experience abandon. The pain
morphed into pleasure and she started to drift away with the rhythmic beating
he delivered. Warmth spread through and filled every cell, every pore, and lent
way to the most indescribable sensation. It consumed her, and stole her breath.
She knew what this was, knew the endorphins that filled her veins and brought
her higher than she had ever been before. This was how it felt to be loved by a
Master.

****

His pet’s skin turned a beautiful shade of
red as he continued to bring his cane down on her succulent body. “You please
me, Maylene.” He struck her bottom again. A long, red line slashed across the
creamy backdrop. “Tell me what I just said.” A gasp left her when he brought
his cane down on the back of her right thigh. “I please you, Master.”

His
cock was rock solid but he wouldn’t touch himself, not even to adjust the
heaviness behind his fly. He had made her feel as though she was unworthy, and
that was an unforgivable act. He may not have wanted a wife at first, but after
spending time with Maylene and watching Griffin interact with their perfect
little sub, things changed. After Maylene told him she feared she disappointed
him all those days ago, Nikolas had taken some much needed time to reflect on
what he was doing and how he was treating the only woman that really ever made
him feel something aside from his need to dominate.

Her luscious lips parted, and the air that
left her was even and slow. Had his sweet submissive reached subspace so
quickly? Arousal pumped through his veins so fast he grew intoxicated from it.
This was a defining moment in their relationship. Nikolas continued to bring
his cane down along her sweet ass and the back of her thighs. Over and over he
showed her his dominance, and reveled in the knowledge that she bent to him so
readily.

Nearly an hour passed and she continued to
take everything he gave her. She was beautiful and receptive and all his. “My
good, good girl.” He brought his palm down upon her warmed, red flesh and
rubbed her body. She breathed out slowly and he leaned in and kissed her
softly. Her eyes opened slightly and she stared at him with a glazed over
expression. She was with him, but then again she wasn’t. Her mind was elsewhere
as she stared through him. He touched her cheek and said, “You please me, pet.”

He took
a step back and struck her again, loving how her back arched, as if she sought
more from him. “You’re a good girl, Maylene. You’re
my
good girl.” That time away from her, albeit only a few days, had
opened up his eyes and had him realizing the way he had been acting.
 
He wanted her, wanted to claim her, and not
just as his sub. Calling her his wife and meaning every word of it had come as
a shock to him, but it felt so right that he embraced it.

When
her flesh was colored rouge from his lashes and her legs shook from the force
of the pain and pleasure, he set his cane aside and snaked his hand around her
and down her belly until he came in contact with the swollen bud of her clit.
At the first stroke she cried out. Rubbing the pearl back and forth he ached to
see her come fully unbound from his touch. He had given her pain, and from the
way she responded pleasure as well, but he wanted her release coating his hand
and her screams filling his ears. It didn’t take her long before her climax
claimed her and she rode out the feeling. He doubted she realized the way she
thrust her hips for more, or the way her tiny white teeth punctured her lip. He
leaned forward and kissed the side of her mouth, tasting the tangy flavor of
her spilled passion.

When
she stopped shaking he unbound her and scooped his pet into his arms and strode
to the bed. Nikolas gently laid her on the cool sheets and got great
satisfaction at her content sigh. Her eyes were shut and her tears made tracks
down her cheeks. Quickly stripping out of his suit, Nikolas wanted nothing
between them when he finally claimed her. But once nude he didn’t move for
several long moments. All he could do was stare at the beauty that was Maylene.
She looked peaceful as she lay on her belly, her face turned toward him, his
marks marring her perfect flesh. He dropped to his knees beside her and dragged
his tongue along her cheek, following the tear that made its slow descent.

“Please
forgive me.” He dropped his head to her shoulder. He had never submitted to
another, never showed his emotions so freely. With Maylene he wanted to show
her everything about him, show her that she meant more to him than just a
full-time submissive. She let her hand trail through his hair and down his neck
in a gentle sweep.

She
murmured almost sleepily, “There is nothing to forgive, Master.”

He let
his lips trail over her shoulder and to her back. He kissed and laved and each
and every mark he left, feeling his pride for his little sub grow. The ones on
her ass were raised and red and he dragged his tongue along each and every one
of them. When every single mark was kissed and licked, he gently pushed her
onto her back. She winced and he smoothed his hands along her, murmuring how
pride she made him, how perfect she was. A sigh left her and she smiled up at
him. The bliss that showed on her face told him that his wife was not just a
sub, but enjoyed the pain that his cane brought. How could he have been so
lucky as to have a beautiful, expressive and responsive female such as her? He
wasn’t worthy of her, especially with the way he had shut her out, but he
promised himself he would spend the rest of his life showing her that she meant
everything to him. He would care for her, lavish her with the affection she so
deserved, and maybe one day she would grow to care for him the way she cared
for Griffin. Her emotions were so expressive, and he had seen how she gazed
upon his brother. Nikolas wanted that from her.

He
brought his mouth to hers and kissed her deeply. He let his tongue stroke along
hers. The taste of her filled his mouth and he wanted more.
 
“Touch me, Maylene. Put your hands on me.”
The almost tentative stroke of her hands along his shoulders had a growl leave
him. He kissed her harder and faster. Their tongues pressed fiercely against
one another and her legs opened wide so he could fit between them. Her slick
heat surrounded him and he pressed his cock harder to the soft cleft of her
cunt. The way her labia parted for his length had him growing harder. He broke
the kiss but kept his lips a hairbreadth away from hers so she could feel them
move as he whispered, “I need your forgiveness, Maylene.” He rocked against her
and loved the cry that left her when he bumped against her clit.

“I
forgive you, Master.” She cried out when he pressed into her hard. He took her
mouth in a bruising kiss at the same time he reached between their bodies and
placed the head of his cock at the entrance of her body. Pulling back so he
could look into her eyes, Nikolas didn’t wait as he thrust every hard inch into
her. Her eyes widened and her lips parted when he bottomed out. “
Oh
.”

Her
inner muscles tightened around him and he groaned. “You’re so hot and tight, pet.”
He pulled out slowly to give her time to adjust to his size. Each thrust he
delivered was measured and easy, but when her nails dug into the skin of his
shoulders and her whimpers turned into pleas, he increased his movements. In
and out he slammed into her, the headboard cracking against the wall with
surprising strength. Maylene took all of him and begged for more.

He
lifted onto his forearms and braced them on either side of her head. He stared down
at her body. With her eyes closed and her neck arched she painted a pretty
picture of a female in the throes of ecstasy. Her breasts shook from the force
of his pumping hips, and her nipples were red and peaked. Dipping down to taste
the hard berries was something he wouldn’t deny himself. He ran his tongue
along first one tip then the other until they were wet from his mouth and
harder than before. Never once did he stop thrusting into her, not when her
tight little cunt continued to pulse around his dick.
 
“You’re so receptive to me, pet.” He took her
mouth again and pumped harder, faster. His own climax approached and he wanted,
no,
needed
his cum inside of her. It
would be his mark, his declaration that she was not only Griffin’s but his as
well.

“It’s
so good, Sir.” She thrashed her head back and forth and bit her lip once again.
Nikolas couldn’t stop himself from dipping low and dragging his tongue across the
abused spot. The little minx brought her own tongue out, moved it against his,
and sucked it into her mouth. He grunted and slipped his hand between their
bodies to rub her clit back and forth. She came right away and he couldn’t hold
off his own impending orgasm with the rhythmic clenching from her orgasm. With
a mighty groan he emptied his balls and filled her with his seed. Their sounds
of ecstasy filled the room as their sweat slicked bodies continued to rock
against one another. Nikolas collapsed on her, but used his forearms to hold up
his weight. Their breathing mingled as one, but even that didn’t cover the
harsh respirations of a third person in the room. He didn’t need to look behind
him to know it was Griffin.

“You’re
our
good girl, Princess,” Griffin
called out from behind him.

Chapter Seven

Griffin watched as Nikolas finally claimed
Maylene. He hadn’t heard everything Nikolas had said to her, but had heard
enough to know his brother was falling for their gentle wife. Once he knew what
was happening between them he gave the two privacy to experience each other for
the first time without an audience. Now though, as he watched his brother clean
their wife before lying back beside her, he knew their feelings for one another
would only increase with time.