The One Worth Finding (8 page)

“Come now, little pet,” she whispered,
and he came like a volcano.

He knew he produced a lot of come, but
this was almost ridiculous, his cock spattering his stomach and
chest with jet after jet of seed, and he groaned heavily with every
new spurt for it felt so, so good to finally let go.

Tara watched him quietly, her
eyes huge and dark with lust. It was a marvelous sight when he shot
his load all over his upper body, and she decided at
th
at very
moment that she would place him on his back for the public
scene.

Her body felt hot and greedy, but she
pushed her own feelings aside.

When he had emptied himself completely and
was nothing but a quivering mass of boneless satisfaction, she
leaned down and kissed his jaw.

“Take a deep breath,” she said softly,
“and I’ll pull the plug out when you exhale.”

H
e did as he was told, moaning when she
extracted the big plug from his tight channel.

She hurried now, freeing his hands from
chains and cuffs, cleaning him with another warm washcloth before
she got a blanket from the drawer so she could cover him. She
tucked him in gently, all the time kissing his cheeks and forehead,
even his chin, murmuring sweet endearments, praising him for his
obedience. She finally lay down next to him, gathering his wrapped
up body in her arms. She opened the buttons of her leather vest and
pressed his face into her naked breasts, smiling softly when he
groaned in utter bliss and pushed his nose against her
breastbone.

Aaron was in heaven. He felt
sleepy and slightly dizzy, his lower body burning pleasantly with
past exertions, his skin tingling with the bone-deep pleasure of
complete sexual satisfaction. And now his mistress let him press
his face against her soft, warm, perfect breasts, where he could
inhale her unique, mouth-watering fragrance
like an addict in frantic need of his
next fix. She smelled so damn good he got hard again, and there was
nothing he could do about it. Her heart throbbed against his cheek,
and he knew he was the happiest sub in the whole wide world, at
peace with himself at last.

Much later he
lay on his bed,
wearing his most high-necked pair of pajamas to keep his hands from
touching himself, and let the events of the day wash over him like
a flash-flood of sweetness.

His Domme. He’d never felt like this.
At the end of a search that had almost numbed him. But he’d found
her.

He had no idea if she wanted him
back
- hell,
probably not. A woman like that could certainly choose among a huge
number of subs… maybe he was nothing special to her. But he had to
hope, to work, to struggle. He would regret it for the rest of his
life if he didn’t try to find a way into her heart. He sighed. He
would take the time they had together and enjoy every second, and
he would be the most sexy, charming, obedient, sweet sub she’d ever
seen. He would beg her to accept him. And he could just hope that
she wouldn’t be his downfall.

His phone rang and he was grateful for
the distraction.

“Aaron Harte.” He said.

“
Well, how was your first day at
the Fever Pitch?” Sam’s voice came through the phone.

“
She forbid me to masturbate,”
Aaron said dreamily, lying back on his bed at the subs’ apartment,
“otherwise, I’m completely blissed out. And she didn’t even use the
strap-on yet.”

Sam chuckled.

“Sounds like you finally met your
match, huh?”

Aaron was silent for a
while.

“Buddy?” Sam asked, sounding slightly
concerned now “You okay?”

“She could reject me.” Aaron
whispered.

“
Oh no,” his old friend groaned,
“you think about making this permanent?”

“
I’m falling hard, Sam. But
something’s holding her back. She’s not free. We had the most
amazing scene today, but when we met in front of the club, she was…
detached. Almost cold. It’s probable that she isn’t looking for a
permanent sub. I have to try, though. I can’t just ignore my
feelings and pretend this isn’t more than a contract deal. It’s
more, Sam. Damn, it’s so much more.”

“Would you leave L.A. for her?” Sam
asked softly.

“I would walk to the edge of the world
for her, Sam.”

“
You’ve only known the woman for
a single fucking day, Aaron! What if she’s a bitch in real life?
You’re not 24/7. You would have to meet the real her
eventually.”

“
LOVE, Sam. We’re talking love
here, not great sex or affection. Have you heard about love at
first sight? Well, it’s real. It’s happening. Been there, have the
T-shirt. In fact, I’m there right now! It’s love, Sam. I’ve never
been so sure in my life. She’s the one.”

“What if she doesn’t want you?” Sam
whispered.

“Then I’ll return with a broken heart,
Sam.”

Sam was silent for a
moment.

“
We’re your friends,
Aaron,
“ he
said eventually; “we’re here no matter what happens. Please,
promise to call before you do anything stupid, okay?”

“Thank you, Sam. I will. Have a good
night.”

Sam ended the
call
, and
Aaron stayed alone in the darkness nourishing the small glimmer of
hope inside him.

Tara lean
ed back with an exhausted
sigh.

Her fingertips tingled. She had written
12,000 words of pure, wild, filthy sex, all in one sitting. She
hadn’t been on such an inspiration spree in eons.

Her sex throbbed because she
refused to masturbate, want
ing to keep the tension for the man who had caused
it. It would make her a better Domme tomorrow, would tune her in to
him until she would feel his heartbeat in sync with hers. She
shuddered. She owed him that much honesty. For she knew she
couldn’t keep him. Guilt weighed her heart like a stone.

She betrayed Jeff’s memory every time she
sank into Harte’s kiss. Part of her felt dirty and evil, and it had
nothing to do with sex. She hadn’t protected her heart, and Aaron
had snuck in under her radar during today’s scene. Now all she
could do was force her mind to take the reign. Override her stupid
feelings that dreamed of happily ever after.

Love at first sight. She wasn’t a teenager
anymore, for god’s sake. She had loved and lost. End of story.
There was no second chance at this for her.

Aaron Harte would return to his
life in L.A. doing whatever it was he was doing, and she would stay
here, miserable and alone, feeding the ghosts th
at haunted her soul and never,
ever left her in peace.

But for now, he was hers. And she
couldn’t disappoint him just because he was the sweetest thing
she’d ever encountered.

Her heart soared with emotions,
and she gripped her chest as if she were afraid
she’d have a coronary. It hurt
so much. Hurt so much to thaw out when she’d been empty and frozen
for so long.

Aaron Harte. What have you done to
me?

Only silence answered her. Even the ghosts
were avoiding her tonight.

Chapter 7

When Aaron left the
apartment
the
next day to go to the club, he found Tara waiting in front of the
house, leaning against her car.

Phil, who had offered to drive him,
gasped and immediately vanished inside, slamming the door behind
him.

Aaron grinned.

“All the male subs are scared of you,”
he said.

“
And I have not the slightest
idea why,” Tara replied, smiling back. “Are you scared,
too?”

He walked down the steps and came so
close there were only inches between them.

“Permission to put your hand on my
cock to answer that question?”

Tara chuckled.

“You’re a naughty, naughty boy, Mr.
Harte.”

“Oh no,” he exclaimed in mock
disappointment, “and here I was hoping I’d please you.”

“
Oh, you please me, believe me,”
she said. “That’s why I came to get you.”

The statement gave him a warm
and fuzzy feeling deep in
side his guts. He gave her his most blinding
smile.

“
Did you touch yourself?” she
asked, an eyebrow rising in question.

His smile deepened when she
stepped forward and pressed her hand against his straining
erection
. So
hard. They should hurry to get to the club.

“
Of course not, Ma’am,” he
whispered, “You forbid me to. I hurt like a good boy.”

“
Can’t have that,” she breathed,
needing every whiff of control not to kiss him senseless. “Get in
the car.”

He bowed and opened the driver’s door
for her, glowing with pride when she smiled at him
benevolently.

He walked aro
und and got in on the passenger
side.

She pulled off her black stiletto
pumps and put them in his lap.

“
Here,” she said, “I can’t drive
in those. Fasten your seatbelt, please.”

Aaron’s cock got so hard he had
trouble breathing, but always the obedient sub, he did as he was
told with trembling fingers.

While they drove through the city, he
couldn’t resist pressing the pointed heels of her shoes against his
erection to the point of pain.

“Stop it,” she said
sternly.

“
What?” his eyes were so big and
innocent, she wanted to kiss him even more now.

“
Stop it,” she repeated. “If you
come in your pants, I will have to punish you later.”

He put his head against the seat close
to his shoulder, sending her an impish, seductive smile.

“I’m not your sub outside the club.”
He drawled softly.

Tara grinned. Damn, he was such an
enchanting, sexy little flirt.

“
The hell you aren’t,” she
chuckled. “Do you tell your Domme what she can and can’t
do?”

“
No, of course not,” he said,
feigning shock. He released the pressure of the high heel against
his length. “Will you touch me, Ma’am?”

“
If you’re a good boy, I’ll make
you shoot your load like a fountain, Mr. Harte.”

“
Please, call me Aaron,” he said,
trying to fight his budding urgency
. “A woman who’s had her fingers up my ass
has earned that right.”

She laughed, and the sweet sound made
his heart clench with delight.

“Are there many of that kind?” she
asked.

“
No,” he answered with a sigh,
“it’s been a while since I got lucky.”

“
Poor baby” she cooed, “but don’t
be sad; I usually don’t find subs who let me play to the extent you
do, either. So we’re in this together.”

“That makes me feel a lot better,” he
whispered and when she looked into his eyes, a shudder ran through
her body.

She’d been so right. He was
dangerous.

One day she would undress
him.
However,
this time she allowed him the privacy of the locker room before
they met in her dungeon.

His cock was hard, his skin glowed with
desire and anticipation. The epitome of masculine beauty, exactly
how she liked it. Part of her wanted so much to hide him, to keep
him… she shook her head to chase away the thoughts. He wasn’t hers,
she wasn’t free. End of story.

He knelt in the middle of the room in
perfect submission. Eyes on her as she’d ordered.

“
Well, my little pet,” she said,
walking around him “I’ll learn more about your body today. First of
all, I’ll find out which places on your body are the most
responsive. Well, other than the obvious ones.”

His cock jerked.

“Precisely.” Tara smiled. “Get on the
bed, on your back, legs spread, arms above your head. I won’t
restrain you today. Let’s see if you can keep your hands out of the
game on your own.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” He answered and crawled
onto the bed, taking the position she’d ordered.

Tara washed her hands carefully before she
got her toy bag and retrieved a small vibrating plug she could pull
over one of her fingers. She grabbed a bottle of lube and stepped
up to the bed.

“
Let me experiment a
li
ttle bit
with my favorite toy,” she said. “And I’m not talking about the
vibrator.”

He smiled and
immediately started
to pose for her, displaying his strong body so it would please her.
He shivered when she let her hand slide over his torso, his breath
hitching when she lightly pinched his nipple.

She trickled lube down the cleft of his
buttocks and started to rub it in, arousing his most sensitive
nerves into a screaming frenzy. He gyrated his slim hips, pushing
his painfully engorged length closer to the only source that could
bring him release.

She smiled, but pressed down on his
thighs with a stern look, forcing him to still his
movements.