The smooth head of her brush caressed her right cheek. Then it lifted and fell. The angle and the amount of force were perfect. He delivered a few more hits, and then he turned the brush around. As he had with the smooth side, he rubbed the bristles over her skin. It scratched the unscathed area over which he first tried it, sending complex signals through her nerve endings. It both chafed and tickled.
He explored this new toy, using it on her thighs and calves, even the bottoms of her feet, which sent her into a giggling fit. While Sabrina had scratched him in the heat of passion, he’d never tried scratching her before. His nails were always pared down too much to be effective.
“This leaves some beautiful lines on your skin.” He switched hands and ran it over her back and shoulders with his left hand while he explored her pussy with his right. She was dripping wet, ready for anything he wanted to dish out. “And you like it, don’t you?”
“Yes, Jonas. I like it.” In the midst of congratulating herself for a good find, he’d switched the brush back to his right hand, and he pressed the coarse bristles against her exposed pussy. The sharp spines dug in like thick needles. It was a new sensation, and it took a minute to process the pain. She couldn’t tell if it was radiating to other parts of her body or if it centered only in her pussy.
She went absolutely still, waiting for what he would do next. He eased the pressure slowly, and that’s when the flood of endorphins released. She moaned loudly. Her pussy felt a little numb. The sensations had all gone subcutaneous. Then hot pain exploded. He’d smacked her ass with the bristle side of the brush. It felt like nothing she’d experienced before. It hurt, yes, but the pricking set off a firestorm that nearly blinded her with need.
She yelped, but that only seemed to encourage him. He hit again and again. Every few swats he flipped the brush, bombarding her with contradictory types of pain. The emotional upheaval of the past few days came to the fore, and her emotional dam burst. By the time he stopped, she was sobbing.
Normally when she broke like this, he held her in his arms until it subsided, but this time he simply extracted his legs from underneath her and removed the rest of his clothes. She felt his fingers at her back entrance, spreading cool gel.
“Take a deep breath, honey. Breathe out when I push in.”
She thought it was a little heartless of him to ignore her breakdown, but she was too flustered to follow through on anything but what he told her to do. With the way her body and mind had short-circuited, she couldn’t feel more than a pressure and a fullness when he pushed into her.
When he was fully seated, he pulled her up until she sat on his lap, her back against his chest and her legs draped on either side of his. Her bound wrists rested near where her empty pussy gaped, begging for attention it wasn’t going to get. She was in the perfect position to masturbate, but she knew he wouldn’t allow it. She let her head slump back against his shoulder.
With one hand on her chin, he turned her head and planted a searing kiss on her lips. “Let go, Sabrina. You belong to me. Your body belongs to me. Give me everything.”
She did. The rest of her reservations fell away and she surrendered. As if he sensed her complete submission, he wrapped his arms around her body and held her, wiping the remnants of her tears with his thumbs.
“Just feel, honey. That’s all I want you to do. Feel. Be. No thinking allowed.”
She couldn’t think if she wanted to, and she desperately didn’t want to. His hands moved over her body, leisurely exploring her thighs, hips, and stomach. She wished he would have introduced anal sex through a role-playing scene. She would have gladly given him anything he wanted in a scene. Because this wasn’t one, they weren’t pretending to be other people, she felt like she had no point of reference, no way to understand the complex emotions simmering just below the surface.
Part of her felt broken, but she shoved it away, determined to give Jonas what he wanted. She closed her eyes, and a few more tears fell. Thank goodness she wasn’t facing him.
He cupped her breasts and tweaked her nipples, rolling them between his fingers until she gasped. No matter where her brain might go, he knew how to bring her back, how to play her body perfectly to get the reaction he wanted. In minutes, he had her writhing again.
“I’m going to shift you forward, honey. I want you to grip the headboard. Hold on tightly. You’re going to need the leverage.” Gripping her hips carefully, he maneuvered them into position. When he finished, she was on her knees, and she clung to the headboard. He knelt behind her. His thighs were between hers, spreading her wide open.
She took a deep, shaky breath. Having him lodged deep inside her was intimate and comforting. It didn’t feel like much of anything, not that she would tell him that, except a connection. She desperately needed the connection.
He withdrew and thrust back into her slowly. A need manifested, one that he wasn’t fulfilling. It was a little manic and vague, but it wasn’t going to be denied. Several thrusts later, it still hovered on the brink of being discovered.
“Harder,” she breathed. “Faster. Please.”
He increased the pace, but he was still being too careful. He was holding back, and she knew it wasn’t with the intention of making her beg. His control was going to drive her nuts. He withdrew, and when he thrust again, she sank back, meeting him with as much force as she could manage.
His hips slapped her ass and upper thighs where they still tingled and stung from the spanking. That combined with the way his cock hit something significant to wring a cry of pleasure from her. Jonas got the message.
Not only did he pick up the pace, he slammed against her with abandon. Fucking her hard and fast, he threw off any pretense of mercy. The fingers of one hand dug into her hip while the other found her clit. He abused that whole area to a different rhythm, one at odds with the way he fucked her.
She was still a little tender from their marathon that afternoon. Her back arched to get away from him, but she only succeeded in making her position more perfect for him. Now when he slammed against her, his balls slapped her labia next to her empty hole with a light, soft thud.
It was enough to send her over the edge. She clung to the cliff with one shred of sanity. “Please let me come.”
“Yes,” he hissed. “Give it to me.”
She did. Her whole body clenched and bowed. She left her shell for several seconds, floating above to see the beauty of their perfect joining. Yes, she was his. She belonged to him, and she never wanted to be anywhere else but in his arms.
He came hard, thrusting one last time and releasing jets of hot semen into her. She felt claimed in a whole new way, one she quite liked.
Later, after they’d cleaned up and slipped under the sheet to snuggle, Sabrina thanked him for the experience.
He stroked his hand down the length of her hair. “So you liked it?”
“Very much. But it didn’t hurt or pinch or any of those things you thought it might do. I guess I’m not sensitive there, either.” When they’d met, she had never experienced an orgasm. Through trial and error, they found out that she needed to be bound in some way, and she liked it extremely rough. She’d come a long way since then, but they had to start somewhere. This was no different.
He tilted her chin up and planted soft kisses over her cheeks and mouth. “Stands to reason. That’s okay. I like that I don’t have to be so careful with you. I can be as rough as I want and you like it.”
“Yes. We’re well matched that way.” But she was beginning to doubt they were as well matched in other ways. Before doubts could assail her, she shifted until she lay on top of him. “I want to touch you.”
He gave her one of those slow, sleepy grins that challenged her to keep him awake. She was up to the challenge.
* * * *
The next morning, he woke her with kisses that roamed her neck and breasts. By the time she opened her eyes, he had buried his cock between her legs. She loved when he woke her like this. In the past few years, this had happened too few times. It tapered off when she was pregnant and stopped completely until the baby was sleeping through the night on a regular basis. Then Rose learned how to climb out of her crib, and she made a beeline for their bed.
They really needed to start using the lock on their door.
She lifted her knees, wrapped her legs around his waist, and hung on for the ride. Jonas took her hands from his shoulders and pressed them to the pillow on either side of her head. Weakness spread through her body, and her legs fell away. With that one act, he rendered her completely pliant.
Immediately he picked up his pace, though he didn’t pound against her pussy the way she liked. It was a slower climb to the top. Heat burned in her core at a slow simmer, and she felt even more helpless.
Above her, Jonas closed his eyes, purposely oblivious to her aching need. Shades of passion crossed his face. He murmured praises, telling her how good she felt and how good she made him feel. His heartfelt admissions fulfilled a different need, one that wasn’t so easy to reach or define.
For the first time in days, she felt like she was giving him what he wanted. For most of their vacation, she’d felt lost, adrift in a sea of unclear expectations where she wasn’t sure about anything he did. Knowing he was lost in something only she could give him sent her careening over the edge. She called his name. He pressed his forehead to hers and they came together.
She’d never felt so close to Jonas. Over the course of the week, she’d been terrified they were drifting apart. Something about having anal sex, having him claim her in such an intimate way, a way in which nobody had ever claimed her, made her feel like things were back to normal. Her emotional upheaval disappeared.
They spent the morning in bed, dozing between bouts of lovemaking. It was during one of those lazy times when her phone rang. The sound hadn’t roused Jonas, so she scurried across the room with the intention of turning off the ringer. The caller ID showed Sophia, which made her hesitate. Sophia was one of her closest friends, and she was the only other Domme Jonas allowed her to see when she needed a session and he couldn’t give her one. She didn’t call unless she had something specific to say, so Sabrina picked up.
“Hi, Sophie. How are you?”
“Sabrina, I have to admit I’m a little shocked. You’re buying Elysium?”
Drew took his time prepping dinner. He wouldn’t cook it until later, but he wanted to marinate the shrimp and scallops in his new concoction for at least two hours. The vegetables were all cut and lined up artfully on skewers. The bell peppers and two different summer squashes, fresh from his garden, were best lightly grilled. Sophia liked a little more char on her barbecue, but she loved his grilling too much to argue with him on this issue.
Of course that attitude didn’t help when it came to his take on Italian foods. He’d learned early on that Sophia’s entire family knew a hell of a lot more about that genre than he did. Over the past four years, he’d added a host of generational Italian cooking secrets to his repertoire.
His next cookbook, due out in six months, featured a wide array of recipes he’d picked up from the DiMarco clan. He’d featured his mother-in-law on several episodes of his show, and he’d named her as a contributing author. He hadn’t asked her permission because he knew she wouldn’t give it. Better to tell her after the fact when she couldn’t argue. After all, he and his father-in-law had tricked her into signing the paperwork. It wasn’t a bad philosophy. Flawed, yes, but it worked for him.
With a sigh, he threw his used dishtowel in the laundry. They should be ready for him about now. He headed downstairs, to the dungeon his wife had installed when he was out of town on a particularly tight leg of his last book tour.
Drew wasn’t a submissive. He tended toward the alpha side, but he wasn’t dominant either. Bondage was fun. He didn’t mind restraining someone every now and again, and he did like to use the blindfold, but he wanted no part of the S/M portions. He’d tried it from both angles for Sophia’s sake. He found out nothing he didn’t already know. While he didn’t mind slapping an ass or twisting a nipple every now and again, he didn’t get a sexual charge from dishing out pain or receiving it.
But his wife did. She was a Domme, and there was no changing that fact, which he wouldn’t even if he could. Sophia was one of a kind, and she was his. Because Drew liked threesomes, and so did Sophia, these kinks worked themselves out. He chuckled at his joke as he descended the stairs.
When they’d started out, the rule had been that they didn’t begin a scene unless they were both present. He’d amended that after he’d realized how uninterested he was in watching or participating in the pain parts of a scene. Sophia was in the dungeon already. She had been for almost an hour, torturing Christopher, who couldn’t climax without pain. Though they hadn’t shared the rule with Chris outright, the man was bright enough to catch on to the fact that Sophia was never going to let him come unless Drew was present. No doubt he was listening for any sign that Drew had joined them.
Drew opened the door to the dungeon. Sophia called it a playroom, but Drew rarely felt playful in it. Whenever a sight like this one greeted him, he only felt the gravity of the situation.
Christopher was a handsome man. He had strong features and eyes so deep brown they appeared black. When they’d first met, Drew had thought he would become closer to Chris, and those eyes might look at him with adoration or another deep emotion.