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As the last Dom removed his teasing fingers from her clit,
tears of frustration gathered in Elise’s eyes. Every neuron in her body was
misfiring—she was trembling with need. A need only Derek could remedy. He
finally seemed to hear her silent cry, or maybe he just couldn’t restrain
himself anymore, because he was suddenly there, close enough to touch, filling
her vision and heart.

His eyes were glazed over with pure lust and something more.
Something deeper, needier. He was as wrecked as she, and it gave Elise a thrill
to know that she was able to make Derek tremble for her. But there was more to
it than the arousal. Derek had offered her the kind of pleasure most women
never even dreamed of, and in return she’d given him all of herself—her body,
of course, but her heart, her very will. It was all in Derek’s hands now.

A tear escaped her eye and fell down her cheek. Derek leaned
his head against hers. His hands cupped her face. “Elise, I love you.” His
quiet declaration overwhelmed her as nothing else during the long night had,
and she allowed the tears to fall freely. It didn’t matter that the room was
full of strangers—in that moment there was only her and Derek.

Elise chanced a glance around, wondering if submissives
sobbing their eyes out was a normal occurrence. It had to be if they regularly
felt anything close to what she was experiencing. To her surprise, the room was
nearly empty. No one left was actively playing, though several Doms and the
flame-haired Domme from earlier were gently tending their submissives. The
music had even stopped. Elise realized she’d been so lost in feeling Derek’s
body next to hers that she’d never noticed the room clearing out.

Derek carefully released Elise from her bonds, pressing each
slender wrist against his mouth as he freed her from the heavy satin cord that
secured her to the brace. Once he’d made sure she was steady on her feet, he
began to unwind the scarlet rope that Wicked had bound her with so decadently.
She gasped and clutched at his shoulders as the blood flow returned to
something approaching normal. Derek gasped himself at the sight of the
beautiful, twisted rope pattern the bindings had left on her ivory skin. He’d
told Wicked he wanted her marked, and he knew Wicked had shared Derek’s wishes
with her, and Elise had taken it, had welcomed it.

He was humbled by her compliance with his wishes. He was
devastated
by her surrender. For the first time in his adult life, Derek knew that someone
held a real power over him. The power to satisfy him, the power to please him
and the power to break him in two.

A surrender like hers was a gift to cherish, a gift far
beyond anything he deserved or had dared to hope for. In return, Derek knew
he’d spend the rest of his life making her every dream come true.

She swayed a little in those fuck-me boots, and he scooped
her into his arms with a soft smile. While it was true that the third floor had
mostly cleared out, he knew that the public portion of their evening had come
to an end. What was left between them for tonight was private.

He carried her easily into his private room, glancing
briefly around at the furnishings he’d chosen so long ago. He’d been right in a
way, he realized. When he’d met Elise, his life as Master Derek had been
permanently altered. The Master Derek before Elise had never really understood
the power of seeing the woman he loved glowing, incandescent from his control
over her. D/s would never be a mere means to sexual release for him again. Not
now that he’d had it rock him to the foundations of his very soul.

He laid Elise gently on the bed, then unbuttoned his pants
and dropped them to pool on the floor. He was crazed to have her, to feel her
wrapping around him and pulling him so deep that they couldn’t tell where she
ended and he began. He pulled his dick out of his boxers and jerked loose the
cock ring with one rough motion. Derek gave a short, vicious oath at the pull,
but he was glad he’d thought to use the thing. It was all that had kept him
from shooting off more than once at the sight of Elise, bound and writhing in
ecstasy. Finally freed, he dropped to his knees between her legs. He grabbed
each of her thighs to open and lift her, and thrust balls-deep in one smooth
motion. Her cry filled the room and her instant orgasm tightened her around his
shaft.

He waited for her to calm, then moved closer to her,
allowing his hands to move from her thighs to her ass. He dug his fingers
deeply into her cheeks and moved slowly inside her. Every thrust took him
deeper, wrapped him in her luscious juices. Neither of them spoke. No words
were necessary. Instead, their lips touched, stroked and licked each other in
time with his thrusts. She gasped and began contracting tightly around him as
another powerful orgasm took her. He could no longer hold back, and as she let
go he pounded into her in a furious pace, branding her body with his.

He opened her mouth even farther with his tongue and she
swallowed his cries as he shot deep within her. He lost track of time as he
came over and over again. He’d never come so hard or for so long. When it was
finally over, he dropped bonelessly onto her, too wrecked for a moment to
remember that she might need to breathe. When he did remember, he raised his
head and rasped her name. She blinked up at him with eyes that could barely
stay open. Derek forced himself to roll to the side, then pulled her across his
chest like a silky blanket. She murmured happily and cuddled in, already mostly
asleep.

A deep contentment filled him. He’d thought that to have
Elise, he’d have to give up a big part of who he was. He’d been so very wrong.
Elise had given him back his life as a Dom, and she’d given him so much more,
besides. She held the key to his happiness, and he gladly gave it over to her
unconditionally.

Elise stroked her hand slowly across Derek’s bare chest. Her
skin glowed pale-ivory in the weak sunlight filtering in through his bedroom
blinds. He held her close to him in his large king-sized bed, unwilling to let
even an inch separate them. After the Bacchanal he’d brought her back here, to
his home. He’d stripped her and bathed her gently, with a reverence he’d never
known he possessed. She’d been asleep almost before her head hit the pillow,
and he’d held her for hours.

“I don’t think I will be able to move for a week.” Her voice
was soft and sleepy, and his body began to stir again.

Derek kissed her brow. “You worked hard tonight, Lise. You
were so fucking beautiful.”

She rolled onto his chest, straddling him. “I
felt
beautiful.” A giggle escaped her—as soon as it did she clamped a hand over her
mouth. Derek bit back a smile. His Lise was
not
a giggler.

Derek sat up, pulling her in to his chest. “Mmm, baby, do
you have any idea how pleased I was watching those Doms teasing you, tasting
you? Taking you to the edge?”

She smiled and her eyes glowed with remembered pleasure. “I
know that I have never been so wet as I was watching you watching me and
knowing that you were pleased.”

He raked his hands through her red-gold hair. Locking his
fingers in the thick tresses, he brought her down to meet his mouth. “That’s my
good girl. Your Master is more than happy with you.”

Her teeth caught at her lower lip, and her lids slid partway
closed. “Is there anything else I can do to please you, Master?”

Derek grinned as he wrapped his hands around her waist,
lifting her off him. “As a matter of fact, there is.”

He rolled off the bed and walked to where his pants were
folded neatly on a chair. He waited for the nerves, the insecurity, as he
removed the small velvet box from his pocket, but they didn’t come. Any doubt
he’d ever had about Elise’s love had burned away in the incandescent light of
her surrender. In Derek’s heart, what came next was a mere formality.

He gestured for her to sit on the edge of the bed and smiled
into her questioning eyes as he dropped to one knee in front of her.

She still wore his collar, the white leather making the line
of her neck look even more delicate than usual. There were faint lines
criss-crossing her chest, lingering evidence of the rope binding. Her lips were
red and slightly swollen, and she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

He held the box out on his palm, and her eyes went wide.

“Elise.” For a moment there was nothing more, just her name.
Because there was nothing more in the world, just her.

“Derek?” Her voice trembled.

“Baby, a week ago I knew I loved you. I was ready to give up
anything in order to be with you forever, no questions asked.”

“Oh, Derek,” she whispered, and he put a finger on her lips
to silence her.

“A week ago I couldn’t have imagined loving you any more
than I already did.” He smiled ruefully. “Baby, you blew that out of the water
with one glimpse of you in that naughty little cupid outfit.” He cupped her
face in his hand, stroking the satiny skin.

“Last night you showed me that the love I thought I felt was
a pale imitation of the love I’m capable of feeling. The love I feel for you.”

A tear shivered on her long, sooty lashes.

“You gave me everything last night when you gave me
yourself. By submitting to me, you made me your slave.” He brushed away the
tear with his thumb. “Your very willing slave.”

Sitting back on his heels, Derek flipped open the box on his
palm, revealing a cushion-cut diamond solitaire. She gasped, her hand flying up
to cover her mouth.

“Elise Sanders, I love you with everything in me. You gave
yourself to me, and now I want to make it legal. I want to bind you to me in
every way there is. I want to belong to you, every bit as much as you belong to
me.” Her tears were flowing freely now.

“You’ve already made me the happiest man on Earth, Elise.
Now, if you’ll be my wife, I’ll be the happiest man in the universe.”

She didn’t speak, just held out her trembling left hand. He
slid the ring on, then pressed a fervent kiss to the silky skin below the
diamond.

All at once she began to laugh, a deep, joyous sound. She
slid off the bed, parting her legs to straddle him where he knelt beside it.

“I love you so much, Derek,” she said, pressing urgent
little kisses over his jaw. “I can’t imagine a more perfect life than being
your wife,” she kissed his right cheek, “your lover,” she kissed his left
cheek, “your very willing submissive and slave.” She pressed her lips to his
for a long, sweet kiss.

He speared his hands into her hair, holding her in place as
he took control of the kiss. His cock rose as he thrust his tongue into the
seductive recesses of her mouth. She lifted slightly, just enough to set the
head of his dick against her hot, swollen opening, then sighed as he used his
grip on her head to urge her down.

She engulfed him in flame, drowning him in her desire and
his own. She pulled back, meeting his eyes with an intensity that was more
intimate than anything that had passed between them, and began to contract
around him.

Derek didn’t move, caught in the spell she was weaving
around him. All he could do was try to breathe back the pleasure that
threatened to erupt at any moment. She worked him relentlessly, never moving
outwardly, massaging his dick with slow, strong clenches of her pussy. Just
when he was certain he couldn’t stand another second of the irresistible
torture, she caught her breath on a low cry and came, convulsing around him in
hard, rhythmic waves.

That was all it took to send him over the edge. The orgasm
was beyond strong, beyond intense, beyond anything he’d ever experienced
before. It was an endless flood of fire through his veins, an endless rush of
cum into her hungry body.

When it was finally over, Derek held her shaking, sweaty
body against his chest. Her legs draped limply over his hips, and he felt
utterly surrounded by her. And as he cuddled her closer, he knew that was where
he’d always want to be—surrounded by the submissive who had enslaved her
Master.

Sierra Summers
lives in the Metro-Detroit area in Michigan. She is a married mother of two
wonderful boys and one precious girl. She also cares for two spoiled dogs.

She still has the first book she
ever wrote in first grade,
Skeleton Rock
, which started off her love for
writing and she’s written ever since.The majority of her books take place in Michigan and she’s proud to live
so close to Detroit, a city poised on the brink of a comeback. The revitalized
downtown and surrounding area provides wonderful inspiration for her writing.

Finding her writing partner, VJ
Summers, was the answer to her lifelong dream. Together the duo had written several
books before Sierra also began venturing out on her own.

VJ Summers
:
When not working
the EDJfH (Evil Day Job from Hell), obsessing over whether her parents are
getting enough to eat, obsessing that her kid is sexting the boyfriend, making
coffee, drinking coffee or feeding the two cats who allow her to live with
them, VJ can be found reading or writing erotic romance—either solo as m/m
author VJ Summers, or as the shorter, more quiet half of the “Violet Summers”
writing team (the tall half is Sierra Summers).

Visit her blog at
http://vjsummersandsmut.wordpress.com

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