She quieted as he made love to her breast.
He unhooked the chain from her collar and tossed the
clamps onto a bedside table. Hallie’s fingers threaded
through his short hair. She scratched at his scalp in the
way he loved and tugged his mouth up for a kiss. He was
only too happy to give her exactly what she wanted. She’d
been through so much in the last few weeks, too much
really. He desperately wanted to make her feel loved and
cherished.
“Vicious,” she whispered and bucked her hips. “I need
you.”
“I need you more.”
She smiled. “Probably.”
He chuckled and nipped at her shoulder. “Are you in
pain?”
“A little,” she admitted. “My bottom is burning.”
“We’ll ice it later,” he whispered. “There’s a cream in
the playroom that’s made for after care. I’ll put some on
you when we’re done here.”
“I hope that’s a long, long time from now.”
He grinned at her and claimed her lips. “Me too.”
Vicious wrapped his arms around her waist and rolled
her onto her side, facing him. He wanted to get some of the
pressure off her bright-red ass. He’d put her through the
wringer. No doubt it would be hard to concentrate on
feeling good when her ass was on fire.
He caressed her silky skin as he devoured her mouth.
She whimpered and pressed against him, her stiff nipples
grazing his skin. He palmed a breast and brushed his
thumb over the peak. She moaned against his lips. Vicious
slid his hand along her outer thigh before taking a little
detour around her knee. His hand between her thighs now,
he forced them wide apart for his seeking fingers.
Hallie crooked her ankle along his leg, opening herself
for him. He wasn’t sure if she’d be wet or not after that
short, intense session of pain. To his utter delight, his
fingers discovered slick honey seeping from her pussy. He
doubted she’d gotten hot from the caning but being in his
arms again? Yes.
“Oh!” Hallie’s lips touched his neck as he penetrated
her with one finger. His thumb circled her clit. “Oh!
Vicious!”
He broke out in goose bumps as her lips ghosted across
his ear. He loved the way she panted and gasped when he
played with her pussy. He added a second finger to the
first and stretched her tight cunt. Her pussy squeezed his
fingers and responded to his flicking thumb. He couldn’t
wait for her to shatter in his arms. Already, his dick
pulsed and his balls ached.
“Come for me, Kitten.” He thrust his fingers hard and
fast in her pussy. “I want to hear you scream.”
“Vicious.” She whimpered his name and clutched at his
arms. “Vicious, please…”
He worked his thumb over her clit in that fast way she
liked and added a little more pressure. With her lips
against his ear, she sucked in a sharp breath and climaxed.
“Vicious! Vicious! Ah!”
He didn’t let up. Instead of letting her have that one
climax, he forced her into yet another. His fingers curved
inside her slippery channel. He found that spot that made
her scream and used his fingertips to stroke it. She clawed
at his arms and tipped her head back, baring her neck to
him. He dropped his lips to her neck and bit down in the
fleshiest spot he could find. She screamed and came again,
her body rocking in his arms.
Deciding she’d had enough for now, he let her fall back
to the bed and pulled his hand from her. He caressed her
lower belly and breasts as he gazed upon her beauty.
Every time he looked at her, he found some new thing he
loved. Tonight, it was the odd-shaped birthmark just to the
left of her navel.
He slid down the bed, pulled her back onto her side and
parted her thighs. He forced his wide shoulders between
them, rested his head against her inner thigh and cupped
her sore bottom in his hands. She gasped and tried to tug
free but he wouldn’t let go. “Relax,” he whispered, his
lips just above her clit. “Relax for me, Kitten.”
She went limp atop the bed, showing him her trust and
submission. He licked her pussy, his tongue flicking her
clit slowly and gently. She shuddered but didn’t pull
away. He couldn’t get enough of her sweet taste. He took
his time, feasting on her as if she were some delectable
morsel. When she neared her climax, he let her come nice
and easy, but when it was time for the second, he was
more forceful, fluttering his tongue over that pink kernel
until she screamed his name and begged him to stop.
She still shuddered and whimpered as he crawled over
her. His pre-cum dripped onto her skin as he insinuated
himself between her thighs and caressed her face. He
kissed her passionately, claiming her mouth as his own.
“I love you,” he whispered and thrust deep inside the
welcoming heat of her pussy. “I love you, Hallie.”
She clung to him as he fucked her, his thrusts measured
and leisurely. They kissed again and again, each mating
touch of their tongues more intense and intimate. She
rocked beneath him, her hips lifting up to meet his thrusts.
Her eyes shimmered as tears filled them again. Not from
pain, he realized, but from the depth of her love for him.
He prayed she could see how much he loved her. He
wasn’t a man who could make speeches about that kind of
thing.
When her breaths grew shaky and quick, he knew it was
time. Vicious nuzzled her neck with his nose and thrust
faster. He made sure to snap his hips in the way that made
her gasp. At that first deep moan, he pressed his lips to her
ear and declared aloud what she already knew. “I love
you, Kitten.”
She climaxed quietly, her body undulating and her
fingers biting into his skin. He jerked his hips twice and
slammed deep as he exploded in pure pleasure. They
clutched and groped and kissed as the tremors of ecstasy
rippled through them.
Vicious rolled onto his back and tugged Hallie with
him. She draped herself across his body and dozed off in
his arms. He rubbed her back and played with her hair
until she finally roused. He let his fingertips drift a bit
lower and grazed her backside. She hissed and shivered.
With a soft chuckle, he pulled away. He placed a noisy
kiss on her cheek. “Wait here.”
He found the tube of ointment in one of the drawers and
an ice pack. He gave the pack a shake to activate the
crystals inside and stopped in the bathroom for a hand
towel. Back in the bedroom, he sat on the edge of the bed
and turned Hallie onto her stomach. “This will probably
hurt a little but it will help you heal faster.”
“What’s in it?” Her voice was slightly muffled by a
pillow so she turned her head. “The ointment, I mean.”
“No idea,” he admitted. “It’s something we carry in our
med kits when we’re in the field. It wasn’t meant for this
use but it works damn well.”
“Is it bad?” She gazed over her shoulder. “The
bruising?”
He didn’t lie to her. His gaze swept the dark-red area.
“It’s fairly dark, especially on your pale skin. You have
some bright-red stripes from the cane.”
“Is it strange that I’m kind of proud of that?”
He laughed. “No. I know a few couples who are into the
heavier side of our lifestyle. Their wives seem to cherish
their bruises.” He dabbed the clear ointment onto her
bruised butt and winced at the awful stripes he’d left. “We
aren’t doing this again, Hallie. Not this far,” he amended.
“This was a special circumstance.”
She relaxed under his rubbing hand. “I didn’t like most
of it either. I know why we did it and I do feel better about
what happened back on the Jesco colony.”
“But?”
“I saw your face, Vicious. I know it hurt you.”
“It did,” he admitted. “If I hadn’t been convinced your
guilt would fester, I never could have finished it.” He
wiped his fingers on the hand towel before placing it over
her butt. He rested the ice pack on the towel. “We’ll leave
this on for fifteen minutes.”
For a while, she was silent. His fingertips traveled up
and down her calf. When she spoke again, her voice was
curious. “Could we try again?”
“Try what?”
“You know, the cuffs and maybe the spanking,” she
clarified, her tone filled with anxiety. “I mean, if you want
to…”
“I want to,” he assured her. “But it’s not necessary if
you don’t enjoy it.”
“Are you sure?”
He frowned at her question. She seemed unusually
uncertain. “What’s going on, Hallie?”
“Nothing.”
He pinched her thigh and she yelped. “The truth, Kitten,
or maybe I’ll take you up on that spanking offer right
now.”
“Okay! It’s just…I don’t want you to be unhappy with
me. I know you like this kind of rough love. You wouldn’t
have a room dedicated to it if you didn’t enjoy it.” She
glanced back at him. “I don’t want you to change for me,
Vicious. I want you to be happy with me but not at that
cost.”
“Where in the world is this coming from, Kitten? We’ve
been together almost six weeks. Have I given you some
indication that I’m not happy with you?”
“No.”
“Hallie,” he said, his tone firm. “Tell me the truth.”
“Look, Terror said—”
“Stop right there.” He cut her off the second he heard
his best friend’s name. “Terror doesn’t know the first thing
about loving a woman. Don’t listen to a word that comes
out of his mouth on that subject. Understood?”
“Yes.”
He moved to the head of the bed so he could see her as
he spoke. “Hallie, I love you. I love our relationship, just
as it is. Would I like to explore the rougher side of love?
Yes. Do I understand that you’re going to need time to
become comfortable with some of it? Absolutely.” He
cupped her chin and smiled. “We’re fine. We’re moving at
our own pace and that’s just fine.”
She visibly relaxed. “I do want to try new things with
you. I trust you. I
love
you.”
Joy filled him. He brought her hand to his chest. “I wish
you could understand how that makes me feel to hear you
say that, Hallie. I never imagined…” He stopped as his
emotions became too strong. Clearing his throat, he
finished, “I love you too.”
She smiled knowingly but didn’t press him to be any
more revealing. She seemed to understand that there were
simply some things he couldn’t do. Being lovey-dovey and
sappy was one of them.
When the fifteen minutes passed, Vicious took away the
ice pack and towel. He slid down into bed with her and
enjoyed the feeling of Hallie snuggled up against him. His
fingers moved to the thin white bride’s collar around her
neck. They were nearing the time when a couple usually
moved into a different color of leather choker. Most chose
red or black but he’d seen some stranger colors lately.
Green and blue seemed popular. A bright-pink collar had
gotten his attention in the shopping center last week.
What would he choose for Hallie? He’d already picked
out the tag he’d dangle from the front of her collar. That
had been easy. Choosing her color wouldn’t be. To him,
she’d always be his wide-eyed, innocent bride. Marking
her with red or black just seemed too harsh.
“What are you thinking about?” She glanced up at him
and touched his jaw. “You’re awfully quiet.”
“Our commitment,” he answered.
“Really?” She seemed surprised. “I thought this,” she
touched her collar, “was as far as that went.”
He shook his head. “It’s customary for a man to present
his wife with a new collar after their first few months
together. I’m sure you’ve noticed your friend Lenny wears
a red collar.”
“I did.”
He picked up on her odd tone. She sounded almost
upset. “Are you all right?”
“I’m fine.” She sat up and smiled at him, but the
expression was stiff and forced. “I need something to
drink. I’ll be right back.”
“I’ll get it for you.”
“No.” She pressed him back into bed. “I’ll go.”
Confused, he watched her leave. Her shoulders were
tight and her steps hurried. Had he said something wrong?
Considering his track record, it was likely. He replayed
their conversation.
Commitment
. Had she thought he meant a proper