The One Worth Finding (9 page)

He groaned.

“Forgive me, Ma’am. Your toy is very
excited today.”

She pressed a short kiss on the tip of
his cock, making him cry out in need, but he managed to keep
still.

“
Good boy.” She breathed, and he
sighed in relief.

A faint buzzing could be heard when
Tara switched the vibrator on, and she saw his body tense in
anticipation.

“
Relax,” she whispered softly,
“and, sub - absolutely no coming before I give you permission.
Understood?”

“
Yes, Ma’am.” His voice was deep
and strained and she found herself bending over to kiss his
tempting mouth. He tasted so good that she prolonged the contact,
groping, licking, nipping, getting his lips thoroughly swollen and
wet. She leaned back and looked at her work. Very sexy
indeed.

She took the vibrator and pushed it
against his perineum, and a hoarse cry was torn from Aaron’s
throat.

No, no, no, he couldn’t survive such
torture. She pressed harder and his prostate flared to life, needy,
demanding, keeping his body under control like it always had. Every
little rubbing movement sent sparks of liquid fire through his
veins, strangling him with nameless arousal. He almost lost it when
she put the vibrator against his puckered hole, igniting the
concentrated bundle of nerves until his whole lower body felt
aflame. His bowels clenched, and damn, damn, damn, he needed
something big up there, right now, before the sensations drowned
him, made him wild and desperate. He saw red and had to bite his
lips to endure, to stop from climaxing in a flaming cloud of
lust.

She pushed the vibrator past his
entrance, forcing the sphincter to open, and he felt tears running
down his face. She massaged the soft tissue on the inner side of
his burning ring
, and he heard someone sob, wail, before he realized it was
him.

“
Please, Ma’am,” he begged,
begged hoarsely and desperately, all pride forgotten in the face of
painful need, “please…
make it stop, please…”

She pulled her hand back and switched the
little device off. His responsiveness was unbelievable. It was a
crime that nobody wanted this rare sensitivity, that nobody felt
awed by the excitability of his whole anal region, the capability
for frantic ecstasy he showed. He begged so beautifully, she
couldn’t deny him.

“Very well, pet,” she said, gently
wiping the tears from his face “You want to be fucked now? I’ll
fuck you. You’re allowed to take your hands down.”

He was still shivering when she got up and
undressed, slowly and seductively, ignoring him completely. He
swallowed. Her body looked even more petite without clothes, her
waist so tiny he could almost have spanned it with his hands, and
she had such pale, creamy skin. Her spine was ramrod straight like
a ballet dancer’s, her body control military; her posture alone
commanded respect. Pride and longing filled his soul. She was so
beautiful it took his breath away, and he was hers.

She cleaned her hands carefully with
water, soap and disinfectant, but his eyes went wide when she
turned around without looking at him, in the process of donning a
huge black strap-on.

Damn, this one was
massive
;
possibly the biggest one he’d ever seen. His skin started to tingle
with desperate anticipation, his cock jerking
approvingly.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, all the way
in, right now…

He was surprised when she walked over to
him, her hips swaying enticingly, and lay down on the mattress next
to him in a half-sitting position, her back propped against the
head-rest, slim legs stretched out in front of her.

“
Scoot over,” she ordered, and he
complied, moving until she sat in the middle and he lay so
dangerously on the edge he almost fell to the floor.

“
You want to get your needy
little hole stuffed,
my impatient angel?” she said. “Then come on, get it. I
want to see how much you can take.”

She saw his confused thoughts clearly on
his face, and realized that he’d possibly never done it in this
position before. Which excited her; maybe she could teach an old
dog some new tricks here. She took the bottle of lube to squeeze a
more than generous amount onto the huge black cock and saw
eagerness replace the insecurity when he finally understood what
she wanted him to do.

“
Straddle
my hips,” she prompted, and he
complied immediately.

To get himself into the right
position, he had to bring his torso very, very close to hers,
sandwiching his rock-hard erection tightly between their bodies,
sending new waves of torturing arousal through his whole body. The
close contact, skin on skin, was so intimate, so mind-blowing, that
his whole body was shaking with the feeling of utter oneness
between them. He wanted so much to touch her, but knew he wasn’t
allowed to.

“Hands behind your back,” she ordered,
reading his thoughts like she so often did. Like only she
could.

He obeyed with a stifled, very
disappointed moan.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

He was relieved when he felt her
touching him, her beautiful hands wandering over his smooth skin,
attentive fingers driving th
rough the sparse amount of hair on his chest. She
tugged a little, and he had to smile when the small, stinging pain
flared through his system. His cock jerked against her
abdomen.

“
Show me now, sub,” she growled,
“show me how much you can take.”

If she had thought he would lower himself
slowly and tentatively onto the giant strap-on, the biggest one
she’d been able to find anywhere and much more than she’d ever used
on a sub before, she’d been wrong.

Aaron Harte simply closed his
eyes and sank down on the massive pillar, impaling himself on the
devilish device until it was seated inside him to the hilt, his
face contorted with ecstasy. It was a mind-blowing view, and Tara’s
clit throbbed in tune with his cock
, although the dildo did nothing to arouse
her. She didn’t want to be this aroused; she liked to concentrate
on her sub’s pleasure while she fucked him.

Aaron’s body trembled beneath her
fingertips while he accommodated the size of the giant tool inside
him. He was truly remarkable.

“Doesn’t that hurt, angel?” she asked
softly.

“
No,” he breathed, “but it feels
so good it’s driving me insane.”

She chuckled.

“
Put your hands on the headrest
on either side of my head.”

He did it and she started to move her
hips, slowly thrusting upward, prompting him to find his own
rhythm. He slowly lifted his hips and pushed back down, her thrusts
meeting his, her hands going to his waist, feeling the rippling
muscles beneath his skin. He let his head fall back, eyes firmly
closed, moaning in pleasure. She directed his movements and felt
him pick up speed, slamming down on the unyielding implement
harder, faster. Tara resisted the urge to touch his very tempting
cock; she wanted him to come just from anal stimulation, wanted to
see exactly how strongly he reacted to her games. When they did the
public scene, she would make him come with nothing but her fist up
his ass. She bet Jack didn’t think that was even possible, but
Aaron Harte would disabuse him of that notion.

He was irresistibly beautiful like
this, she felt his arousal mounting, mounting, and drove the toy
into his ass harder, deeper, using every ounce of strength in her
hips to fuck him good.

Aaron’s groans turned into hoarse screams,
sweat broke out on his skin, matching the thin sheen of
perspiration on her own, and she felt the telltale tightening in
his balls that indicated he was close, so close.

“
Use your hands to keep your
balance,” she ordered and pushed him back, urging his big body to
fall onto the support of his outstretched arms behind him, his legs
wide spread, and she brought her legs gracefully beneath her
without fully disengaging from his body.

She held herself on her arms
left and right of his chest and gave it to him full force, ramming
the strap-on, so huge she’d never have believed any male being
could take its full length inside him, into his tight channel over
and over again, not even trying to temper her ardor since he
himself had set such a vigorous rhythm before
.

Aaron screamed, screamed
at the top of his
lungs now, but he pressed his firm buttocks against her, urging her
to fuck his brains out, the mind-blowing pleasure evident on his
flushed face. She straightened at exactly the right moment, taking
her chest out of the line of fire, and he came like a fiend, all
over his upper body, hot milky seed spilling on his smooth golden
skin, more and more, endlessly; she’d never had a man who produced
so much semen.

She slowly pulled out of him when he’d
stopped ejaculating.

Aaron sank down on the sheets,
full of gratitude, warmth, molten satisfaction. He felt his breath
entering and leaving his body, searing his lungs with its heat,
felt
tiny,
soft hands stroking his chest, his face, making him jerk because he
was so, so sensitive all over. She cleaned him with a warm, wet
washcloth and dried him gently with a soft towel, and she was so
tender and loving he sighed in bliss.

“Aftercare, sub,” he heard her
whisper, and his eyes snapped open.

“
Thank you so much, Ma’am,” he
breathed, propping up on his elbows, “permission to speak
freely?”

“Granted,” she said with a slow
nod.

“
I know you didn’t come,” he
said. “Please, Ma’am, let me bring you release. There is nothing in
the world I want more right now. Please, I won’t sleep tonight if I
can’t do that.”

He probably wouldn’t sleep anyway, but he
would say anything to make her give him the right to bring her to
orgasm.

She watched him quietly, and his heart
almost stopped.

“
Very well,” she said eventually.
“You may go down on your mistress.”

She leaned
back against the headrest and
spread her legs for him.

Aaron sighed in relief and crawled over,
lying down on his stomach, putting his hands on her slender thighs.
A slim stripe of perfectly trimmed, downy soft pubic hair covered
her sex. He closed his eyes, not able to believe how perfect she
was for him. He was one of the few members of the BDSM-scene who
didn’t like a pussy completely bare. Her scent was even better when
she was like this, her unique fragrance sweetened by arousal, and
when he kissed her wet folds, he felt them throb against his lips.
He groaned in wordless delight, tinged with regret; if their games
affected her half as much as him, she would have suffered badly for
not getting off. She was so selfless, his mistress. But he couldn’t
have that. It was his sole purpose to please her.

He licked over her sweet,
swollen sex, applying more pressure on the eager, pulsating clit,
begging for release. He kissed the neglected little peak before he
took it between his lips, gently sucking it. He felt her shake
beneath his hands
and mouth, heard her sharp intakes of breath. He raked his
teeth over her clit before he plunged his tongue as deep into her
core as he could, pressing his upper lip against the straining nub
on top of it. He curled and extended his tongue in a soft,
thrusting rhythm, aiming to ignite the nerves at her most sensitive
entrance. Her body, jerking beneath his ministrations, told him he
succeeded, and he admired her for not making a sound.

He drank her delicious juices like a
drowning man, his movements getting wild and frantic. He was so
thirsty he would die if he couldn’t get more of her, he coaxed more
and sweetness into his greedy mouth, whimpering with pleasure and
need. He pressed his tongue upwards and pushed his upper lip down
on her clit at the same moment, instantly feeling her sheath
constrict in orgasm. He drank her come with manic enthusiasm,
moaning in bliss when he found it to be even better than what he’d
had before. He wanted to stay between her legs for hours, but when
he heard her soft voice ordering him to straighten up, he knew he
had to follow.

He did so in regret, but
didn’t hesitate for
a second. He would obey her no matter what she demanded. He was
hers. She crooked her finger at him and he sank into her embrace,
his head against her thundering heart, hips cradled between her
still-spread legs. She covered him with a blanket and wrapped her
arms around him, pushing her hands into his hair.

He felt sleepy and warm and
so
happy he
shook all over like a frightened animal.

Which wasn’t far from the
truth
,
because beneath the thrum of his pleasure, he felt the sadness that
ran through her small frame.

He closed his eyes,
a
nd was
scared.

Tara felt shaken to the core.
She
hadn’t
come like that in years and had never felt so much while she
climaxed, never felt so open and raw and vulnerable and
desperate.

She had to let him go. She could never
love again. Couldn’t be unfaithful to the one man who had
worshipped her as long as his short life had lasted. She pulled
Aaron closer, her eyes stinging with tears she couldn’t
cry.