Rod of Correction: Taken and Tamed (12 page)

“Sir?”

“Mmmmmmm.  Have I told you lately how much I like you calling me that?”

“N-no, Sir.”

“Well, I do.  It lets me know that you acknowledge me as your dom.  And you do, don’t you?” 

His tongue snaked out and licked one enticingly puffy lip, then the other, and she could barely wrangle her senses enough to answer him coherently.  “Y-yes, Sir.”

“Say it.”

She reverted, instinctively, to what she’d told him yesterday - or was it this morning?  “I’m Sunny McClure, and I belong to you, Sir.”

“Yes, you do.  Don’t ever doubt it.  That’s very, very good, Sunny.”

Her entire body flushed with pride of a kind she’d never known before this weekend, but she knew that – even in the real world – praise wasn’t something that was easily earned from Rod Salem.

“And so, because you’ve been so good this weekend, I’m going to love you with my mouth, Sunny.”

She contracted, just once, when he said it.  Then he said the sexiest thing that any man had ever said to her: “And I want you to hear me when I say that I want you to relax and enjoy it.  It’s not a race.  You don’t have to rescue me from a fate worse than death.”  He’d always been appalled by men who wouldn’t reciprocate oral pleasure for their women, or did it so grudgingly that the women stopped asking for it, which was their original intent.  That kind of selfishness was a crime against female humanity.  “You have my full permission to come any time you like, as many times as you like, because you never know when I’m going to allow you to do it again.”

And with that, she found the spot on her body she most wanted him to touch covered – not by his dry, scratchy finger, but by his lips as he very gently – almost too gently for the fever pitch he had driven her to – suckled her into his mouth to be warmly greeted by the thick, wide flat of his wet tongue, that settled and surrounded her tender bud and began to move against it lazily, as if he had all the time in the world, and he intended to use up most of it on this.

A few moments ago, she would have sworn that his doing that to her would have shot her over the moon and into the next galaxy.  But she’d had to hold herself back for so long, that it wasn’t necessarily something where she could flip a switch and her body would recognize that it was okay for her to come.

So what she did was relax.  Although it took a little while, she was greatly rewarded as he ate her up, introducing every inch of her, slowly, adoringly, from her gushing slit to that oft-forgotten area just above her clit, to his eager, talented lips and tongue.

“You taste like the stars look, Sunny.  I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you,” he breathed, in one of the few times he actually lifted his face away from her.  This was not a man like others, who was only doing this long enough to bring her off, and was going to expect on-demand blow jobs in compensation for his one annual – or semi-annual, mandatory foray down there.  He was very thoroughly enjoying himself.

There was something she would liked him to do, though, that she was debating about asking him, and while she was doing so, he did it on his own, moving just a bit away from her and bringing two fingers to bear against her opening, pressing them inescapably into her, as far as they would go.  He could feel how she had to stretch around them to accommodate them, and it nearly got him off right then and there.

His mouth found its way right back to where it had been, but now, in addition to its delicious sensations, he began pumping very strongly in and out of her.  Minutes later, without missing a beat, he reached out and positioned her legs over his shoulders, which widened them further; he knew some women liked that feeling of being extra-exposed.

Sunny was apparently one of them.  The soft mewls she’d been issuing occasionally doubled in volume and frequency, he scaled back his oral assault just a bit.  He’d lifted her restriction on coming, but that didn’t mean he was going to encourage her to do it quickly - quite the opposite.

He then reached under his pillow where he’d hidden things for just this purpose, took hold of something small and conical in shape, bringing it between her legs as he removed his fingers momentarily, dipping the tip into her natural lubrication, replacing his fingers and adding a third just to spice things up.  Hearing her whimper as  he forced her to accept that sizeable invasion, he popped just the barest tip of a small butt plug into her bottom hole.

Sunny jerked away automatically, not at all prepared for what he was doing.

Abandoning his most pleasant pursuit, he let his voice drop as low as it would go as he rumbled just two words:  “Submit, Sunny.”

That set off a flurry of petulant sounding moans, liberally dotted with frantic panting and wails.  These he ignored in favor of seating the plug within her, which he did without allowing her time to get used to it, knowing that it was more than small enough for him to settle it within her in one stroke without hurting her.  Surprising and somewhat distressing her, probably.  Hurting her?  So he did just that, and before she could mount much of a protest it was all over, and the plug was in to stay until
he
removed it.  Or not.

Resuming his place, he continued what he had been doing to her all along, and her responses had easily been reduced by two thirds or more, as her eager mind and sensitive body tried to come to grips with the insulting, insistent butt plug, as well as the additional intruder inside her pussy, which had forced it more widely open than it had been in a while, he would guess.

He didn’t make any accommodations to the rhythm or power of those thrusting fingers in consideration of her full behind, either.   He absently reached down to squeeze one cheek, just to add another level of things for her to think about, another layer of sensations all piling on top of one another as he guided her towards what he hoped would be an epic orgasm.

It didn’t take long for her to recover from any of those things, he was gratified to realize.  She was very close as she sailed well past her previous level of arousal.   He decided that it was time to employ the last trick in his arsenal.

He gave her pussy a long, slow, demanding kiss, flicking the very end of her clit with his stiffened tongue, leaving her very close to her peak, simultaneously reaching up to pinch her nipple as hard as he could, not letting her recover before doing the same thing to its twin.

Forgetting herself – having been pushed well beyond the limits of thought – Sunny howled her displeasure, barely able to stop herself before she ripped his hand away from her breast, which would have been an extremely bad idea.  Luckily, she stopped herself, her hand hovering over his but not touching it.

“Sunny!” he snapped, knowing she’d already stopped herself, but wanting her to know he’d seen what she had almost done.  She snatched her hand away at the sound of his voice, but that wasn’t nearly enough for him.  “You will put your hands over your head, and you may not make a fist while they’re up there.”  He threw that detail in to give her something to concentrate on, another distraction for her mind.  “And you are and not bring them down until either I tell you you may, or until you come.”

She whined as her hands rose to assume the required position.  She was surprised at his little addendum order; as soon as she got her hands up there, all she wanted to do was ball them into fists, damn him!  It was all she could think about, at least until he began to worry her nipples again, and then they quickly gained prominence. 

He wasn’t content with just pinching and tugging them as if he wanted to pull them off.  He wanted to return to what he had been doing before, and so he replaced his fingers with clamps that were really just clothespins with rubber coating on the tips.  They applied a very painful amount of pleasure without biting into the flesh they compressed.

As he applied the first clamp she made a tremendous racket, not that he let that deter him in the least.  He didn’t even bother to remind her to submit – she was not going to have any choice in the matter anyway.

He slunk back down her body, reaching up occasionally to jiggle her breasts, causing the clothes pins to waggle back and forth, and stirring up another round of tearful moans.  He was of a mind to pull them slowly off her and then reset them, but he decided that was enough for now.

Before he found himself back where he had always wanted to be, he said, “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Sunny, with your bottom sore and plugged, and those clothes pins standing at attention like they do, pinching you hard.  I’m going to have my fingers shoved up inside you, fucking you hard while I lick your clit until you scream uncontrollably as you come.”  With that he ducked down to the juncture of her wide open thighs, feeling the slight weight of her legs on his shoulders as he jammed his fingers up inside her again, starting to fuck her fiercely with them even before laid his tongue atop her clit and sealed his lips around it.

Seconds later she exploded just as he’d said she would, screaming full-throated and repeatedly.  He refused to let up, finger-banging and flicking her clit. 

“Cum again, baby,” he mumbled against her, and she did, again and again, until he finally took pity on her and let her relax.  He removed the clamps, and she started from the pain of the blood rushing back into those tender parts, but he reached down and rubbed, then suckled each one, trying to distract her from the slight discomfort.

He rolled her onto the side of the bed that she preferred and remade the bed, tucking the sheets in the way he knew she liked – she had mentioned it to him during the course of the day that she hated an untucked top sheet and that she liked heavy, non-down comforters over her, even in summer.

Finally he joined her there, under the covers, pulling her towards him.  She was nearly asleep, and he considered just having her wear the plug for the night, but then it was one in the morning – their last morning together – and he wanted her to be comfortable enough to get
some
sleep tonight.

So he rolled her away from him, which he was gratified to hear her protest about sleepily, then he held her top leg well up towards her chest and bent, so that she couldn’t bring it down if she wanted to, but he was careful not to make her uncomfortable in doing so.  Then he reached down between her naturally separated cheeks and saw the flange of the plug there, peeping out between them.

He slipped his fingers between her and the plastic and began to curl them, slowly, which tugged at the plug.

That woke her up immediately and for some reason, she began to fight him.  He abandoned his goal for the moment until he had her completely subdued, but he could feel her seething beneath him.  Then he repositioned his fingers and began to pull even more slowly as she panted and groaned and tried to buck him off her every second until it was out.

“You stay
right there
,” he bit off as he rose to take care of the plug.  He was just about as unhappy with her as she was with him for putting up such a fuss, and when he returned, he drew her into his arms, spooning her, his raging erection like a heat seeking missile, unerringly finding a place right in front of its intended home, not that he was going to do anything about it now.

She was sobbing softly, and he completely melted.

“I’m so sorry, Sir.  It was just a bad dream and you caught me at the wrong time.”

He contracted his arms and began to rock her, whispering, “No worries, Sunny.  Try to get back to sleep.”

To his great relief, she was asleep in his arms in seconds.

Chapter IX

Sleep eluded him, although he remained in bed, wanting to spend every minute he could with her, even if she was asleep.

Jeez, he had it bad, didn’t he? He thought, skirting around the epiphany he’d had a few long hours ago that he was already in love with her. 

He rolled towards her, propping his head on his hand and drinking her in.  She was even gorgeous in her sleep, her face completely relaxed, those plump lips just slightly parted in a way that made him want to put either his tongue or his cock in there, and he couldn’t decide which, and he wasn’t going to do either, anyway, at least until she’d gotten some sleep. 

He spent the night holding her when she rolled towards him, which he liked finding out was quite often, as if seeking his heat, or comfort, or he didn’t much care what, but he thought it was a good sign that her subconscious thought she needed things from him that he was more than happy to give to her conscious, too.

He also replayed nearly every moment of their time together in his head.  He had an excellent memory – much better than most people’s.  It was eidetic, but his episodic memory was above average also, both of which had were an incredible advantage in the business world.  When he wanted to do what he was doing now – recall every second he’d spend with someone – he could pretty much do it.  That could be both good and bad, but right now, it was priceless, because he couldn’t be at all sure that this wasn’t the only time he was going to have with her.  He’d do what he could to persuade her to continue the relationship, wouldn’t hesitate to go well above and beyond, but short of kidnapping her and spiriting her away to some deserted island – of which he owned several – he couldn’t force her to love him or want to be with him.

He had to admit, though, that the kidnapping idea did have a certain amount of merit.  He hadn’t been thinking that such a need might arise when he’d bought them, and they were in his name.  He’d be much too easily discovered, blast it!

The more he thought and remembered, the more he picked apart his own moves and decisions.  He began to second-guess the idea that he’d begun something as profound as this relationship with a casual game of chance.  Now, having discovered he felt more for her than pure lust, it seemed sordid, somehow, and well beneath both of them.  He should have taken her out, flown her to Paris for dinner, done something extravagant that let her know he was interested in her rather than uncharacteristically going with his impulse and risking everything he wanted on the turn of a card - not that it hadn’t turned out pretty well, but he’d just been damned lucky she hadn’t drawn three of a kind to add to her pair.