The One Worth Finding (16 page)

“
Ma’am,” he answered softly, “I
love it when you shove your fist into me, love to be filled with
what I need most… you. But I love the strap-on, too. You fuck me
harder and faster with it, make my body quake under your thrusts.
You make me erupt like a volcano.”

The image made her squirm with
delight, and he knew it.

She kissed him again, and he reciprocated
greedily. He was drunk with love, and it felt so good the sensation
blew his mind. He loved, loved, loved her. Needed her more than his
next breath. Would do whatever it took to please her, no matter how
much pain it brought him. No matter how devastated it would leave
him in the end.

Later, they would fall asleep together,
snuggled up against each other in perfect bliss. She would press
his face against her breasts, and he would inhale her scent like a
drug, and damn, he was so, so happy, he wanted to scream his
happiness to the world.

She pushed him down and made him roll onto
his side, gesturing at him to scoot down until his buttocks rested
at the edge of the bed, and he almost squealed with delight - his
favorite position. He knew she did this to reward him for his
perfect obedience, and he was infinitely grateful for the sweet
gesture. Tara looked at him while she donned the huge, black
strap-on, watching him with adoring fondness in her eyes, bathing
in his obvious glee and anticipation. He smiled at her, his golden,
blinding mega-watt smile that transformed his beautiful face into a
weapon as powerful as a fusion bomb. He knew how much pleasure it
gave her that he was solely hers for the moment. But only he knew
that no other woman would touch his body as long as he lived. He
rubbed his hand over his abdomen, shuddering when his fingertips
grazed his raging hard-on.

His beautiful mistress looked almost
painfully hot with a strap-on. She was the sexiest being on earth,
and it was him she was fucking, him alone. He squirmed in bliss,
sucking every tiny sensation into his heart.

He watched her squirt a generous layer of
lube onto the fierce-looking device towering in front of her. She
half-knelt in front of the bed, aligning his tender hole with her
cock. She pushed his upper leg over her shoulder, opening him for
her penetration, before she thoroughly lubed his soft opening with
careful, loving touches. Aaron tried to impale himself on her
fingers with restless bucks of his lower body, and she reprimanded
him gently.

“Stop this, or I won’t fuck you. You
get what I give you, or you get nothing at all.”

He looked devastated, and she smiled
fondly at him until he smiled back tentatively.

“
I’m sorry, M
a’am. Please, forgive
me.”

“
You’re so beautiful, Aaron,” she
sighed, “seeing you like this is my sweetest pleasure. Naked.
Obedient. Spread for my taking.”

His killer
smile came on, and it warmed her
heart. She took her hand from his alluring butthole and nudged the
puckered entrance with the black tool strapped around her hips. She
pushed an inch into him and reveled in his ecstatic moans. How
responsive he was to anal play; she was amazed every time they did
this. His ass was so sensitive, so greedy, so much made for fucking
that she could elicit a response from him just by touching him
there; even through layers of clothes he had immediately reacted
when she had grabbed his buttocks at the club today. It was their
secret reminder of what would happen behind closed doors. Of how
she owned every part of his anatomy.

She felt his opening widen for her, felt
his utmost surrender when he relaxed the tight ring of muscle to
grant her access. She pushed deeper, and Aaron’s body convulsed in
ecstasy. The downy hair on his shin brushed over her cheek, and
every tiny bit of contact made her tremble with arousal.

She didn’t need any additional stimulation
when she did him; seeing him like this was more than enough. She
entered him deep in a single, hard stroke of her hips and Aaron
cried out in pleasure at the feeling of exquisite, complete
fullness translating into pure sexual desire.

Tara felt his excruciating tightness in
the force she had to use to shove the strap-on completely inside
him. Her hips slapped against his butt and when she heard him groan
again, the rush of blood in her head almost made her lose all
self-restraint. She took several seconds to compose
herself.

“
Tell me, my little angel,” she
whispered softly, letting her hand slide over his hip and abdomen,
stroking his nipples into firm tiny peaks when her fingers passed
them by, “do you like your Domme to take you hard and deep? Or do
you want me to take care with you tonight?”

“Whatever you wish,
Mistress.”

“I wish you to tell me what you want;
this is your reward for being so obedient.”

“
Hard and deep, mistress,
please,” he groaned, “you know I won’t break…
please, show no mercy. I need it
hard and fast.”

Tara smiled softly at
him,
her
brave little lover. She had never fucked somebody who could take
anally what Aaron could, and damn, did that make her
hot.

She put one hand down on the mattress
while she wrapped her other arm around his thigh and started to
thrust so hard his body was shaking every time she made impact.
Despite her tiny size she was muscular and strong, and she was well
able to fuck her man the way he needed it. She had proven so
countless times while she’d been training with him.

Aaron’s eyes glazed over while his
moans got louder and louder with every thrust, the giant device at
his mistress’ hips cleaving into his tight ass again and again,
igniting highly sensitive nerve endings which soared and screamed
with delirious pleasure, his bowels so full and stretched around
the hard cock he couldn’t escape the feelings, the lust washing
over him like a crashing wave. He climaxed several times without
actually ejaculating, dry heaves of delicious and aching sexual
tension, detonations of passion beneath his sensitized perineum.
Tara rubbed her fingers over it, pressing his prostate against her
thrusting cock in the process, making him howl with
ecstasy.

He got desperate now, trying to make her
rub harder against the madly responsive gland, sobbing when he
failed, his strong body shaking under his Domme’s merciless
fucking. She picked up speed, fucked him harder, rougher, the
bundle of nerves in the tight ring of muscles exploding with
pleasure under the sheer power of it, and she was pounding into him
as hard as she could, her slick cock slamming into his clenching
channel over and over again.

She finally had mercy and changed the
angle of her thrusts slightly, her fingers pressing down on his
perineum again, the giant tool she was fucking him with now
massaging his prostate directly, and Aaron screamed at the top of
his lungs, coming like mad in a whirl of strangling sensations, and
Tara could only stare in awe and fascination when he started to
unload, milky jets of seed spattering onto his abdomen and chest.
Before he got really enthusiastic, she felt herself coming again,
she climaxed helplessly while she watched him unravel in front of
her, convulsing with every new spurt of semen against his flawless
skin. His cock expelled warm juice until the slick substance more
or less covered him from his belly button to his chin, and still
Tara thrust into him, unable to stop, prolonging his gut-wrenching
orgasm along with her own. When he couldn’t give any longer, he
slumped down on the mattress, shivering, covered in sweat and seed
and tears, a boneless heap of liquid satisfaction.

Tara stilled all movement.

“I’ll pull out on an exhale, Aaron,”
she whispered, and he nodded slightly, his eyes firmly closed. She
heard him take a shuddering deep breath shortly after, and
carefully pulled out when he exhaled.

She lowered his leg from his shoulder and
brought him into a more comfortable position before she covered his
body with hers and showered his tear-streaked face with kisses. He
hummed softly at the back of his throat , and she gasped slightly
when he opened his eyes and looked at her, sparkling pools of
sea-green, his soft smile so sexy and fascinating she knew she was
staring again.

“
Did I please you, Ma’am?” he
whispered, his voice still weak from exertion.

She smiled.

“More than words can say, my little
angel.”

His smile deepened, and she again saw
the small boy in his beloved, subtly lined face. Her fingers slid
over his pale, full lips, reveling in their silky
texture.

“
I need another shower,” he
breathed, and she chuckled softly.

“Me, too.”

Chapter 13

She hid
at the library the whole day, telling
Aaron she had an important appointment she couldn’t miss. She
stared unseeing at her laptop, hardly hearing the subdued noise of
the people all around her.

If she had stayed with him, she
wouldn’t have been able to
keep her hands off him, and she wanted him eager
tonight, hungry, horny, sex-crazed.

And yes, she had to get her act clear
before she fisted him in the public scene at the club.

Because the last act drew nearer. The
scene tonight. A last night at her apartment. Tomorrow, he would
fly back to L.A., a city where she had never been, and she would
visit St. Michael’s again to light another candle for Jeff as a
symbol that she re-entered the realm of grief. She felt bad for
having taken this time-out, but she hoped the bad feelings would
fade eventually. She had needed Aaron, had needed their love to
show her that she was still a part of this world. Otherwise, death
might have been a preferable alternative sooner rather than later.
She loved Aaron all the more for making her realize that she wasn’t
completely frozen.

But t
hey weren’t meant to be. She had her
ghosts. He had his buzzing life of friends and his job. She
swallowed. She was simply lying to herself, knowing full well that
he would move mountains to be with her; it was her who had always
signaled him that she was taken, and that their time together would
end.

Her tears tasted bitter.

She had tried to be steely and cold
about it. He was a sexy sub, they’d had great sex, he was into her
kind of kink, and that was that.

But it simply wasn’t. It was more.
Tara had always thought there was one true love in a lifetime. That
had been her view of the world. She hadn’t been happy about it, had
felt haunted and damn lonely, but she had sucked it up.

Why did she have to meet Aaron
Harte?

And how could she be mad about meeting
him, when the past days had been the most wonderful for her since
her husband had died?

She put her forehead against the cool
tabletop. She was so confused, she had no idea how she was supposed
to survive the day.

Tomorrow, everything would be
submerged in pain and heartache.

She
had no idea if she could manage to
smile despite the mess her life had become and play the model Domme
tonight.

Aaron looked skeptical, his face
scrunched into a wary frown.

“
I don’t know,” he said slowly,
“body glitter? Is that such a great idea?”

Sondra jumped enthusiastically up and
down.

“
Oh yes, yes, yes,” she
exclaimed, “you’ll look glamorous, and it will make your golden
hair shine like the sun! And by the way, ALL the subs are wearing
it tonight!”

“Even Phil?” Aaron asked
incredulously.

“
Nah,” Sondra admitted
reluctantly, “not Phil, but you know him, he’s a grumpy old goat,
and certainly nobody will play with him tonight for being such a
spoilsport. Come on!”

“Hm, I really don’t know if I should
try to look even more like a cute little elf….”

“You’ll look like a damn sexy elf,
Aaron,” Sondra chirped “and your Domme certainly won’t wear
anything glittery, so you’ll have to be the one that
sparkles.”

“What if she wants to lick my skin? Or
suck my cock?”

“
Tsk, Tsk, Tsk,” Sondra chided,
“we’re not putting anything on your little friend. And this glitter
is non-toxic and tasteless! So your Domme can lick you all she
wants.”

Aaron thought for a moment.

He’d had one hell of a day. After Tara
had left her apartment for this mysterious appointment, he’d felt
so damn lonely he’d walked the streets searching for a gym. He’d
worked out for hours, then went for a swim. Swimming was great when
it came to practicing muscle control, so he’d thought he’d do some
rounds.

Afterwards, he’d still felt lonely,
and decided to take a cab to the sub’s apartment.

He had read in Tara’s eyes what was
about to happen. She tried to shut him out, steel herself against
her own feelings, but he couldn’t let her. They had one night, and
he would well use it.

“
Okay, “
he said, “bring it on. I have nothing
to lose.”

He had showered and groomed and because it
simply felt better, he had administered another enema. Feeling
light and empty would help him relax, although he hadn’t been able
to eat much lately. Too much stress, too many confused feelings.
Too much hurt in his future.