The One Worth Finding (13 page)

He heard the snap of the latex when she
donned the gloves. He forced himself to stay pliant all over, but
his mind screamed for harshness, power.

Tara lubed his opening that quivered in
anticipation. She was gentle and attentive, and his trust hummed
inside his chest like a soft, furry animal. She would take good
care of him.

“
Listen, pet,” she ordered
calmly, “relax now. Just open up for me. Whatever happens, I have
you. You’re mine, you’re in good hands.”

He felt two fingers, slick and
warm, press against his anus, breaching the slowly relaxing barrier
of his sphincter. The mind-blowing rush of desire streamed through
his body along with the knowledge that he
would get what he truly needed; his
whole system soared with anticipation and lust. He was hers. She
would fuck him. All was well.

She added a third finger and the
throb in his prostate became insistent, demanding. He clenched his
teeth. More, he needed more. The fourth finger already stretched
him thoroughly. She
rubbed and massaged softly, forcing his tissues into
submission, and he felt himself opening, widening,
expanding.

This was the moment when he
became irrational, wishing she would just ram her fist inside him
and fuck him with her whole forearm until he screamed with ecstasy,
spraying his come miles wide, but he knew this was
a delicate matter,
and she was being careful not to hurt him.

Her thumb slid sideways into his stretched
opening, and everything became still. The next movement would embed
her inside him, and already he felt the enormous dilation, followed
by the insane wish to be filled completely. At the same time, the
moment when the ball of her thumb slid inside, his sphincter would
be stretched to the widest point, which presented the hardest
challenge for his well-trained muscles. And this feeling of
narrowness made the ecstasy especially sweet.

She pushed her knuckles against
the tight ring, again, again, never quite getting there, always
retreating when he so wished to be taken, until
he was writhing in sweet agony,
his prostate demanding to be petted, massaged, screaming in
arousal.

She shushed him with soft words of
praise and love, and he felt himself relaxing while her voice
washed over him. His cock throbbed like an open wound, and he knew
he was almost there.

He felt her press against the
last barrier and almost begged her to go all the way in, when he
felt the slow burn that indicated the final dilation of his
sphincter. He reveled in the feeling, pushing back against her
intruding hand, signaling how wide, how open he was for her. This
was between him and his mistress, the ultimate act of trust and
ownership. The
pad of her thumb slid inside him and he cried out, heat
spreading through his pelvis when the sense of distension invaded
him inside and out. He was laden, stretched as wide as he could go
without severe pain, and it felt unbelievably good.

Her hand moved inside him, her
fingers flexing
in the direction of his stomach, and he knew what she was
doing. She pressed her knuckles against his prostate, already his
balls tightened under the onslaught of impending release, and he
wanted to beg her to stop, to just leave him like this, let him
glory in the sensation for a while, not to end it too soon. He knew
she didn’t want to strain him too much, but he could take more,
didn’t need to get off so fast.

His cause was lost when she started to
thrust softly, slowly moving her slick hand over his pulsating
prostate, more, more, and he felt the seed boil up in his cock
which hardened impossibly against his stomach, and then he was
coming, coming so hard he was seeing stars, the spurts of seed
wetting his abdomen thoroughly, and the deep groans of his release
reverberated from the walls in a crescendo of ecstasy. His
breathing wheezed with exertion, but he didn’t want it to stop, his
semi-hard length twitching under his body.

“
Take a deep breath,” she
whispered behind him
when he finally calmed down, and her voice sounded
strained. “I’m pulling out with the next exhalation,
pet.”

He didn’t want the feelings to stop, but
he obeyed, breathing deeply until he felt the pull, almost as
strong as the initial penetration. It triggered another small
climax, another spill of balmy juices against his spattered
stomach. He moaned and shivered, and then she was gone, and all of
a sudden he was empty and void.

He was panting, it had been a while
since he had done something as demanding as this.

He heard her work behind him, discard
things, the soft running of water when she cleaned her hands, but
he was unable to move. Which was just as well, he would wait for
her orders, go wherever she wanted him. Just breathing for a moment
while the pleasure still hummed in his veins. He’d been filled,
owned, satiated. He would be hers forever.

“On the bed,” she ordered, and he
struggled to stand.

She supported him with her small body and
he sank onto the mattress, so spent and limp and sleepy, his mind
hazy and slumberous. He didn’t notice she had undressed before she
covered him with a fluffy blanket and slipped in next to him,
pulling him into his arms. His cock hardened rubbing against her
abdomen, and the calming, sweet kisses she pressed on his lips grew
heated and wild, his tongue sneaking out to battle with hers. She
let him play like a big cat, her smile soft and benevolent, gently
caring for him in the aftermath of nameless pleasure.

When he pulled her upper leg
over his hips and let his erection slide inside her, she indulged
him. He looked at her sheepishly, but she just stroked his hair and
shushed him softly, moving her hips to show him it was okay. He
smiled then and snuggled against her, pleasuring her with soft,
rocking motions this time, his cock worshipping her core with deep,
languid strokes that pierced her
inside out. They melted into each other,
and when she came, he knew he was home.

Tara almost cried out in surprise when she
climaxed. That had never happened before, she needed rough sex to
orgasm, but Aaron had made her come just with his smooth, rocking
motions, sending his burning length over her clenching walls in a
deep, infallible rhythm.

Her climax triggered
his, and she closed
her eyes to savor the wash of his seed inside her while he gasped
into her ear, his arms tight around her body.

She still felt shaken. She had never
experienced something like she had with him tonight, had never seen
a sub do that, open up without pain, without a struggle, just a
soft melting of needs and trust, her hand fitting perfectly inside
him.

The public scene would be a
roaring success, to see him like that was so beautiful nobody would
be able to look away, nobody would want it to end. She’d pulled out
before it was too late, for she couldn’t get carried away with her
fist as she sometimes did with the strap-on
; her fist was wide enough to hurt
him, no matter how pliant he was inside and out, so she couldn’t
thrust as hard as she could with a dildo.

She nuzzled his soft, warm hair
and sighed in contentment. He was asleep, and she let him rest for
a while, holding him in her arms, building sensation against
the thoughts that
threatened to drown her in guilt.

Just one week of true, sweet
love, to stay with her for the rest of her life. Hopefully,
thoughts of it would
be enough to console her in the cold, lonely nights that were sure
to come.

Chapter 11

Friday was reserved for party
preparations so the club was officially closed.

Much to her dismay, Tara felt a
profound sadness when she considered that she wouldn’t see him
today.

She sat on the windowsill of her
apartment and looked
out over the buzzing city. She had written all night, the
words flowing out of her brain, dark and sexy and full of the
danger she felt herself in. Everything inside her was screaming
with feeling, but she knew it wasn’t hearts and flowers. She had to
let him go. Tomorrow was the last day.

Their last day in the
wonderful little
bubble that had sheltered them from the harsh reality. Had
distracted her from her lifelong task of grieving.

She looked around her eerie living room.
It was as quiet as a church at midnight, filled with death.
Although she only had a small picture of Jeff on her desk, his
presence could be felt everywhere. Sometimes, she so wanted to fill
the space with new memories, but she knew she never would. The
ghosts were her only link to the past, so she had to keep
them.

She had just gone into the kitchen to
prepare some tea when the phone rang.

“Hello?” she answered it reluctantly,
not keen on talking to anyone. Anyone but him, that was.

“
Hey, Tara
,” Jack said, “you have to come to
the club and get your sub under control, preferably
now.”

Tara’s blood froze. What was the
matter with Aaron? If something happened to him, she
would…

“What’s up, Jack?” she asked, her
voice anything but calm “Is he hurt?”

“
No,” Jack groaned, “he’s just so
damn… sweet! He’s been here for an hour and already half my
personnel wants to adopt him. He’s bewitching them! They’re all
sitting around him like little kids around their beloved grandpa,
not working at all. Come on, get your shapely butt here and catch
his attention so we can all prepare for this party,
yeah?”

Tara smiled. Yeah,
she could very well
see that; he was so charming, it was hard to resist him. Longing
tore at her guts. The whole day without seeing him? It seemed like
torture.

But she never joined the subs and
dominants in their party preparations. Too many people, too much
talk. She felt lost between them, and she didn’t really know
anyone. She’d always been the Domme in the shadows, almost proud
that nobody understood her, nobody could relate to her. She’d
stayed aloof and slightly scary with her piercing gaze, her cruel
talent with the whip and her affinity to fuck men’s asses. Most
subs possibly thought she was a sadist. She’d never told anyone
that nothing could be farther from the truth.

The past days had changed her,
h
ad filled up
a part that had been empty for so long.

“I’m on my way,” she heard herself
saying.

After
she had ended the call, she felt a
slow dread grow in the pit of her stomach.

This was going too far. But she
couldn’t stop, caught in the headlights of the oncoming
truck.

Sure enough, when she arrived at the club,
Dr. Aaron Harte was the center of everybody’s attention. For this
special day of preparation, the club rules didn’t apply. The theme
rooms were closed for cleaning and decorating, and everybody wore
everyday clothes, which would have made it hard for an outsider to
decide who was submissive and who was dominant.

Aaron wore blue jeans, a
light-blue shirt
, and a soft-looking red cashmere sweater. His hair was
combed to shining perfection, his eyes sparkled with joy, and the
people around him, Doms and subs alike, were laughing at his
jokes.

They practically
hu
ng on his
lips, a hundred eyes following him whenever he moved. Even the
grumpy, grey-haired, uber-experienced dominants who’d seen it all
couldn’t hide their smiles.

Tara felt a pang of jealousy. He
was hers, and she wanted to hold him close and hide him, keep him
for herself. She knew how selfish she was, how much she should wish
that he would find someone else. Someone who was free to love him
the way he deserved to be loved. But her silly
self wanted him and hated the
thought of sharing him.

He suddenly looked at her, and she saw
his eyes going soft and warm with love. She felt her guts clench
and swallowed the rush of emotion that might be visible on her face
any minute. She smiled at him when he approached her.

“
Tara!” he exclaimed, and she
gasped slightly when he pulled her close and pressed a sweet,
gentle kiss on her lips.

She could almost sense the
surprise of the people all around them. There was one thing the
BDSM-crowd d
efinitely was: perceptive. The love for her radiated from
Aaron’s body like light from a beacon. Sure nobody could understand
why such a cute sub would fall in love with such a nasty Domme,
Tara felt a rush of self-consciousness, like an ugly duckling that
knew quite well it hadn’t earned the love it received.

But awkw
ardness had no place with Aaron; he
didn’t show the slightest signs of shyness, but just deepened the
contact, holding her close against his hard, muscular body in a
tight embrace.

“
I’m so glad you’re
here
,” he
whispered. “I was afraid I wouldn’t see you all day. I’ve missed
you so much, Tara. Will you stay and grab my ass on occasion? I so
love that, and nobody ever does it to me.”

She chuckled and dug her fingers into
his buttocks without thinking.