“Spread your legs,” he said. “More. I want full access to that beautiful pussy.”
Soren’s large hand encircled the back of her neck and squeezed, just a little bit.
Just enough for Cate to feel the total power he had over her.
It made her feel lightheaded, even when she couldn’t see.
“Down,” he said, and he didn’t wait—he pushed her forward, bending her over the thing he’d put in front of her.
It was some kind of firm
pillow,
something made to support her so she could be bent over in the most accessible way possible with her hands still bound behind her back. Her ass was in the air, her legs spread, her pussy exposed to the cool air. She put her head to the side, resting her cheek on another pillow, and thought about what she must look like. She couldn’t help it, she was a visual person—or she’d thought she was—and she knew she must look obscene.
It was thrilling.
Oh God, what would he do to her?
“Cate,” he said, and she jumped, because somehow he was right b Se w
Cate’s mind went into overdrive, already wanting to speak, to ask questions, even just to have their usual banter, anything at all. She licked her lips and wondered how she was going to get through this. Not being able to speak made it the one thing she wanted to do, and taking away another outlet for her overactive brain left her other senses even more heightened. She was listening now, for anything and everything, for any clue as to what he was doing.
Well, she was listening until he gently lifted her head and put headphones on her.
“These are noise-canceling, top of the line,” he said, lifting one side up. “Are you all right?”
He waited a minute. Then it sounded like he smiled. “You can speak to answer a direct question.”
“Yes,” she breathed. “I think…yes. I’m…I don’t know if I’m scared. I’m something.”
“Yes, you are,” he said, and she felt his large hand on her ass, caressing her. “You are
mine
, Cate. You see, hear, and feel what I want you to. Mine. And I want to send you to subspace, so you’ll know for sure.”
Know what?
She wanted to scream it out as he secured the headphones and she lost her remaining sense. All she had left now was touch, and as her brain refocused she became hyperaware of all the different things touching her body.
And of all the things that might touch her body.
What had he meant? That maybe she didn’t know what she wanted? Maybe that was fair, maybe that was reasonable. She’d never submitted like this before, she’d never…
He touched her and it all stopped.
Cate’s body jerked awake at the stimulus, just a touch on her cheek, her
cheek
, and it had felt like he’d touched her clit with an industrial-strength vibrator. Her chest heaved under her and her arms strained at her bonds and everything felt alive and wonderfully awake.
She wanted to
tell
him that.
But he didn’t want her to speak. He wanted her to experience.
Cate licked her lips and took another deep breath.
She was rewarded with another touch, something she felt more prepared for,
something
that felt rich and deep and intense on her inner thigh. She had no idea what it had been—not his hand, not his finger. So light, so delicate, and yet it had a lit a fire in its wake. It had been sweet as sugar.
Next was the spice.
Something struck the backs of h She wake.er thighs and she keened, her back arching, her chest heaving.
The sharp sensation—a flogger?
A crop
?—
had emptied her head of all remaining thoughts and filled it instead with brilliant, blinding light, receding like a tide to leave only the throbbing pressure between her legs.
She cried out every time he touched her after that. Every soft caress, every sharp blow, every unexpected dip between her legs. Every sensation drove her higher and higher, spiraling up beyond anything she’d thought possible, until she felt like one giant, raw nerve, like she vibrated with the feeling of simply being in the world and knowing she was his.
And then she felt the lube.
Cold, so very cold, and thick, and dropping onto her ass from above.
This was the one thing she knew now: He was going to put something in her ass.
She was panting. Her hands opening and closing in ineffectual little fists, her abs contracted, her pussy aching for attention. She felt his finger first, warm and calloused from playing the guitar, familiar by now, circling,
applying
pressure. It felt so good when he did that. It felt so good that she found herself trying to move with him, her hips betraying her, her body focusing on these new nerves that she’d neglected her whole life.
The first finger he pushed inside her felt impossible, felt wrong, and then it felt amazing.
The second, even better.
Cate had no idea of the noises she was making, hearing only the dull bass of the sounds she made echo in her own head. She had no control over them, either. She had no control over anything.
And when she felt the toy—she assumed a toy; it wasn’t him, it wasn’t a finger—press up against her anus, she tried to stay quiet. Then she felt a slap on her ass and he pushed it in, and she failed.
She felt so
full
.
It felt fuller than anything she’d experienced so far, so full that it pushed out the thoughts that were threatening to intrude. And when he started to spank her, each and every movement increased the pressure until she thought she would burst.
This was about the time she began to lose her grip on reality.
Not entirely, not wholly, yet. But she truly stopped thinking. She no longer registered experiences or sensation in language, no longer talked to herself, even in her own head. She was riding something, just a chain of sensation, and she had no idea where it was going. She didn’t care, either; that was the weird thing. She wasn’t trying to figure it out.
She just was.
And then he thrust inside her.
She screamed.
Snt spanHis hands on her hips, pulling her back while he thrust forward, driving into her with mercilessly, irresistible strength. His cock inside her, pressing up against the toy, making it too much, nearly too much, until she reached the crest and fell over the edge, screaming her pleasure the whole way down.
At some point he turned the toy on.
It vibrated. Just when Cate had begun to pick up the scattered pieces of her mind, reassembling them into something that might have worked, he turned it on. The vibrations echoed through out her core, rippling out from her center to the very edges of where she thought her body might end, and when Soren began to move inside her again, hitting her as he did so, spanking her, each delicious thrust punctuated by the sting of his hand and the vibrations of the toy, and she was gone.
After that, there was nothing. Just the feeling, much later on, of coming back down from a great height, of feeling the memory of bliss wrap around her like a warm blanket, of utter peace. By that time her hands were no longer bound, and Soren was lifting her up gently, removing the thing beneath her, holding her in his arms.
He picked her up and deposited her between his legs while he leaned against the headboard, his huge body wrapped around her while she dazed in that half-awake, deliriously happy state, and she was so exhausted that it took her way too long to realize: yes.
Yes.
That had been subspace.
And this is what I am.
“Thank you,” she said, her voice hoarse.
Soren kissed her on the forehead. “Anytime.”
Holy mother of God, Soren did not expect that. Not only did Cate spend some time in subspace, but she sent him right to
topspace
, as well. Soaring high, powerful, invulnerable, focused only on her, only on this unimaginable trust that she’d put in him. Only on the things he could make her feel, on the knowledge that he could bring her higher, happier, than she’d ever been before.
Wanting to do it over and over again.
Delirious with it.
Fucking
delirious
. He’d had to pull himself back from it, just barely caught it in time, knowing he needed to look after Cate first. Never in a million goddamn years did he expect to be pulled in with her like that.
He’d held her for so long after he’d managed to feed her that it was early evening now, and he’d done it as much for himself as for her. What happened between them was chemical as much as physical, as much as spiritual, if you wanted to go that way with it, and they both needed care afterwards. He needed to hold her; she needed to be held.
She needed to submit, he needed to dominate. Perfect.
What was getting to him now, as he watched her outside, playing with his crazy dog Desi—matter of fact, how had she gotten Desi to trust her so quickly
?—
was just how perfect it had been. He knew their physical and mental chemistry was intense, but that didn’t always translate into scene chemistry. This time, it had.
Jesus, it was like he’d been in her mind with her. He’d never…he hadn’t known that was possible. Just being separated from her now felt painful, felt like the beginning of a fall, which was fucking nuts. Soren would have to watch them both for the drop from both subspace and wherever the fuck he’d been, respectively, and he’d have to watch carefully. This was more than he’d planned for.
Was it too much?
Could he trust that Cate would stay unattached? That she wouldn’t want more from him than he could give?
He watched Cate carefully as she courted Desi outside. Desi was skittish around people, having spent much of his life with a bunch of meth-heads who had treated him like a punching bag. The shelter people told him Desi had been rescued by a cop on a drug raid, and even after the poor little dude had been cleaned up Soren could see the evidence of it. They were going to put him down, said he was hopeless, which only made Soren grit his teeth and demand they give him his dog right fucking now.
It had taken him years to get Desi to trust him, and even now the little dude was wary and startled easily. Soren had never seen him take to anyone the way he’d taken to Cate. Or maybe it was the other way around—Cate was just as skittish, just as wary, but she made the approach carefully. It shouldn’t have worked. It should have sent the dog right under the hedge, barking furiously. And yet she was throwing tennis balls for him.
Well, fuck it. Guess some things just defied logic.
He still had too many things he wanted to bring out of Cate Kennedy. This morning had been the beginning—she’d seen what she was capable of, she’d seen what it could feel like if she let herself be who she truly was. That was a good freaking start. Now Soren just had to show her that the world wouldn’t end if she let people see who she really was under all that armor. Fuck that; he wanted to show her that
who
she really was
was
wonderful, through and through.
And he wouldn’t push her, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to know who had taught her to feel this bad about
herself
. He wanted to know very, very badly.
But for now?
He’d be content with knowing he had the privilege of being the guy who got to show her different, and he’d be grateful that he’d get to help her. Soren hated the idea of Cate having to fight these battles on her own.
Doing it on your own sucked. He knew from experience.