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Soul

Cover 200x300Chapter 14 – Soul – Mine

Just a taste of my newly published book. Tell me what you think.


How did I become so used to your body wrapped around my own in the night that when I wake it seems natural to have your arms pulling me into the contours of your body, your hand engulfing my breast, your dick buried between my legs nudging me awake? You fit, perfectly. Your strength, your dominance and your tenderness, it has touched something within me, drawn me out and opened me to you, as I haven’t ever been before. You bring out in me a side I did not know existed deep within. I ripen beneath your touch like fruit in the first spring sun. It is a source of constant amazement to me still. Even now I don’t understand what this is between us, and it is unlike anything I have had in my life before, anything I have contemplated or considered. Now, I cannot even think of anything but this and you. You fit, perfectly.

I lie here watching the dawn chase the night away and snuggle back into you, unwilling to leave the circle of your arms while you sleep. The warmth we share under the covers is addictive. My movement causes you to tighten your hold on me, pulling me even closer to you as you nudge my legs apart with your leg. I can feel you growing harder, your cock pushing at the opening of my ready pussy, slowly pushing in and then resting with just the head embedded as I squeeze my muscles around you. Your fingers roll my nipples, first one then the next, back and forth pulling them into tight almost painful nubs, eliciting a soft cry from me and an attempt to push back on to your dick, fill myself with more. You stop my attempts, keeping me exactly where I am and your hands begin to roam across ribs, down hips and then spreading the lips of my pussy finding my clit you begin a steady massage that creates constant pulses against the head of your cock and your fingers.

“Please, My, please.”

“Please what, Cara? Is there something you wish from me?”

“Yes, oh, oh, God, stop. No, don’t stop. Oh, My Heart, please fuck me!”

“Ah, but I am, aren’t I?”

“My, My Heart, please more, now, please.”

“This morning, Cara, you are going to fuck me, you lay back too much.”

As you say this, you bend your head kissing my neck and gently biting my shoulder drawing my skin between your teeth. Rolling to your back you prop up against the pillows so you are half sitting up against the headboard staring down at me. You have only partially rolled me with you, as I look up at you I am also looking directly at your dick, glistening with my juices. As you begin to pull me up the bed I can’t resist taking you into my mouth, pulling hard so I feel you slide across my tongue and into the back of my throat. Keeping my eyes staring into yours, I pull again tasting me and you underneath, a heady flavor and one I am reluctant to give up.

“Stop it now, Cara. Get up here where you can sit comfortably, and I can watch you.”

With one last pull on you deep into my throat, where I swallow to add pressure, I move up your body slowly, pulling your still wet dick between my breasts first. With lips, tongue, teeth and hands I work my way across your skin until I am able to straddle your hips and lower myself onto you slowly. Hovering with just the head of your cock inside of me and using my muscles, I begin milking you while slowly rocking, until you grab my hips and push yourself up inside of me. It feels like home, and we both sigh with what is nearly a moan.

Body

Cover 200x300Chapter 12 –  Body – Mine

Just a taste of my newly published book. Tell me what you think.


My body isn’t entirely mine anymore, the very thought of you sends spikes of pleasure through me with no thought of time or place. I have had to train myself not to think of you, though not always easy. As the bath fills behind me, I find myself staring in the mirror, running my hands down a body I no longer entirely recognize or understand. I have given my body over to you, without reluctance, sometimes with eagerness for what comes next, though admittedly I haven’t been without fear each time you have pushed my boundaries. Each boundary whisked aside as if it didn’t exist, shattering my illusions of self. The words, Mine, meaning everything and My Beloved Master, my only answer, my only gift.

Though as our relationship continues to evolve, our conversations both in e-mail and on the phone have found me shortening ‘My Heart’ and ‘My Beloved Master’ to a simple ‘My’. Over the time we have spent apart this time ‘My’ becoming both a greeting and sometimes an acquiescence, at other times simply a lovers pet name shared only between us.

The bath has filled the room with the scent of sandalwood, and steam rises from the hot water as I ease myself down; even this reminds me of you as the water envelops me, covering me and engaging all my senses. I reach behind me to turn on the jets and as I do the phone blares from the side of the tub, announcing a call; it can only be an emergency or you, glancing over at the display I see your name and quickly press talk.

“Good morning, My.”

“Where are you?”

“In the tub, relaxing, thinking of you, as I do every morning.”

“Uh huh, be at Sambuca’s tonight at 7pm. Wear that black lace dress I saw in your closet, black stockings, red fuck me heels and no damn panties. The reservation is in my name.”

“Wait, you’re here?”

“I will be. Don’t ask questions, woman. Just be there and do not play with what is mine for the rest of the day. No orgasms for the rest of the day!”

My other hand stops its movement; you must have known. With a sharp intake of breath, “Of course, My Beloved Master. I will save them all for you for the rest of the day.”

“Are you well, Cara?”

“Yes, My, very well now. Your voice pleases me, even though you have restricted my play.”

“I will see you tonight, Honey Girl. Be beautiful.”

“Of course, My Beloved Master, for you I cannot help but be.”

I let the phone drop from my hand as I sink deeper into the tub, letting the warm water embrace me as music fills the air with the sounds of Beethoven. You will be with me soon, by the end of the day. I am overcome with the reaction of my body to the thought of seeing you again after so long. My body sends electric shocks across every nerve ending, begging me to relieve the pressure of my immediate need to cum again. Ignoring my need, I consider why you have chosen a public place for our first meeting after so long apart. What do you have planned for us?

I have spent all day thinking of you; each time my nerves tingle, they sent blood rushing to all the wrong places if I am to keep my promise to you. My need for relief is overwhelming, even walking across the room heightens my awareness, causes my clit to throb. I feel as if I am in a constant state of desire, ready for you to take me over, every part of me feels as if I am on fire. I can barely wait for the day to end. Each time my hand strays to give myself relief I hear your voice, Mine, and I withdraw my hand with a sigh. As the day grows longer my sighs turn to whimpers, I think you are torturing me. I feel as if I am in heat, every part of me burning. When it is finally time to get ready to meet you, I run the water cool letting it cascade over me and take some of the fire out of my skin.

I know the dress you have commanded me to wear, silk, lace, a hint of cleavage and hugging all of my curves; it doesn’t surprise me you would pick this one out of everything in my closet. I tighten the corset around me then pull each stocking up, snapping them to garters. Slipping the dress over my head and then slipping my feet into the highest red heels I own, I turn towards the mirror. For a moment, I do not recognize myself; I am different, more confident, beautiful even. I am seeing myself through different eyes, perhaps your eyes, the eyes you once told me you would give me. I hear your voice again in my mind, this time as a whispered promise, Mine, and I have to agree.

Mind

Cover 200x300Chapter 11 –  Mind – Mine

Just a taste of my newly published book. Tell me what you think.


Our time together goes by far too quickly, days stolen out of schedules that don’t seem to sync frequently enough or that we don’t discuss. How did my body so quickly become attuned to yours, so quickly responsive to your desires and commands? Now, I have only to think of you and heat runs through my mind and sets my body on fire as if whispered commands are left by you before you’re gone from me. When you left the last time there wasn’t any part of my body that wasn’t aching from your attention, sore and stretched from use, yet I would have called you back, begged you to stay offered more. Every day I want to say to you, “Say yes, ask for more”. I don’t; I leave it in your hands without a word.

Staring out into the morning, it is still night. The shutters are letting me watch as the sky fades from dark to light. I know I should start the day; you aren’t here to hold me back from my normal routine, yet I am reluctant to rise. It has been weeks since we were last together; my mind searches for the memories and finds them, in dreams. Stretching my arms up above my head I feel the cold of the chains you have left. The handcuffs dangling from them remind me of our last night together, and I am flooded with want, every nerve ending in my body on fire and screaming for touch, any touch. I hear my own voice whimper with need as I roll to my back and my legs splay open as if with a mind of their own, pushed by the pulsing demand of my throbbing.

I hear your voice in my head whispering, Mine. It only drives me further in my need. My mind filling in for the lack of your presence this morning in my bed, my hands replacing your hands across my body. Mine. I hear your voice again. Is it an admonishment or a warning? It is too late; it is my mind playing tricks. My hands run down my body, teasing nipples sensitive and demanding, my fingers turning the areola, twisting them into hard knots. Hands running down my sides, following the paths your hands have traced across ribs and back to breasts even as I hear your voice again whispering, Mine. My hips begin moving of their own volition, the slow rocking dance of need and desire, even as my hands continue to trail across skin memories left by your hands. I linger at each place where your lips lingered, remembering the feel of your teeth, the trace of your tongue and Mine.

The scent of me fills the room, as my fingers spread the swollen lips of my pussy so I can reach my throbbing clit. Legs akimbo, my fingers work a tattoo against my clit pulling the cover back moving across the raw nerves beneath. Pulling hard across my own swollen pussy, wet with juices, I scratch out the rhythm you have taught me; it works best as my free hand runs across my ribs and up underneath breasts, pinching nipples already hard and aching for attention. My hips have found a rhythm of their own, pushing for more and harder. I hear my own voice, between a whimper and moan as my orgasm builds and my fingers stretch the lips of my pussy wider coated with juices and pulling my clit, rolling between thumb and finger as other fingers stroke the labia. My left arm reaches up to grab the chain dangling from the headboard, pulling it down, wrapping it around my wrist as my release grabs me, I hear your voice in my mind, Cum for me, and I do.


Cum for Me, A Taste

Cover 200x300Chapter 8 – The Meeting

Just a taste of my newly published book. Tell me what you think.

 


 

You have commanded my wardrobe; this time you have selected my attire for the day rather than telling me what you would prefer. Where I would have dressed in jeans, you scanned my closet and found a skirt one that skims my hips and grazes my knees, light enough the sun shines through giving a hint of what lies beneath. If a wind catches it, my near nakedness will be revealed as you have directed me to go without panties, again. Silk falls over breasts, covering but hinting at what lies underneath, the hint of a bra that leaves my nipples free to be teased by you or the soft glide of material as I move; this must be part of some grand plan you have. Though both of us love my collection of high-heels, logic wins the day, and I have slipped on ballet flats. The only addition is a gold chain with a bell around my left ankle to match the one still around my waist.

“Let me see you,” you say as I emerge from the closet. “Come on, twirl.”

“Jesus, I twirl this skirt lifts to my hips and shows everything. Let me put on some panties. It is broad daylight.”

“Didn’t you say just a little while ago you were mine to command?”

“Well, yes, but really isn’t this going a bit far? What if something were to happen? What if I was to slip or a wind was to blow my skirt up?”

“I won’t let anything happen to you. That is what grown assed men do. Now twirl, and let’s go.”

I twirl and the skirt lifts right up to my hips as I predicted, coming to a stop in front of you as you lean back in the leather chair with a broad smile on your face I can feel my face heating up, a flush rising from my chest and coloring my cheeks.

“Come here.”

I walk over to where you are seated, stepping between your legs and allowing you to turn me around. You lift my skirt and gently rub where you had previously spanked me in the shower. You leaned down to kiss the imprint your hand had left. Finally, you leave a gentle kiss just above the cleft of my ass. Turning me around, you let my skirt drop and wrap your arms around my waist, pulling me into your lap; it is a gentle embrace.

“Are you afraid?”

“Yes, sometimes I am. You want to own me, heart, mind, body and soul; that is nearly all of me. You don’t want to give that much of yourself, do you?”

“We will talk later. Before this weekend is over, we will talk.”

Beloved Master – A Taste

Cover 200x300Beloved Master – Chapter Seven

Just a taste of my newly published book. Tell me what you think.

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Arms wrapped around me, you pull me onto the bed and hard against you, “Sleep. It is still early. We will talk when we wake up.”
You have turned my night light off, and the room is in complete darkness; I don’t know if I can sleep this way. Your arms tighten around me even harder. You must remember me telling you of my fear of the dark. Slowly, I relax against you as I let my breath out and it becomes more even.

You must have thought I was asleep as you whispered, “Before this weekend is over, I’m going to own you, your mind, your body, your soul and your heart.”

I heard you. I smiled to myself in the darkness thinking, My Heart, you already do, at least some of it, at least one part maybe more. I don’t think I will tell you though, not yet.

Sleep took us both. I woke before you still wrapped in your arms, better rested than I have been in weeks and remembered your words of earlier. Slipping gently from the warm cocoon of the bed I pad barefoot to the closet to retrieve something to cover my nakedness. It wouldn’t do to advertise to my neighbors how I sleep at night or that I am only now rising, when the sun is high in the sky and the heat is beginning to shape the day. At the bedroom door, I stop and stare across the room at you, still sleeping peacefully and panic slightly at the thought you are here without warning and I am not prepared for a guest, certainly not for you, though I suspect you might guess there is little food in the pantry but coffee. I wonder, can I sneak to the store before you wake so at least I can feed you breakfast? I quietly close the door. At least I can get coffee started before showering.

Standing under the steaming water, head back and eyes closed I don’t know you have joined me until your teeth grab my nipple and your fingers spread me so you can reach my soap slicked pussy. The shock sends waves of pleasure up my spine; my knees go weak as your other arm snakes around my back to hold me upright.

“Good morning. Where did you think you were going? Who told you to leave the bed?”

“Mornin’, oh, oh, shit, stop. How can I answer when you are doing that? Stop.”

“You’ll learn. Answer. Where were you going?”

“To the store. I have nothing to feed you. Oh, my God, stop it.”

Your hand has taken me over, the only thing holding me up under the spray of water is your other arm, my entire body is shaking with the power of the orgasm I feel about to shatter my morning.

“Turn around, let me wash your back,” you say to me as you remove your hand just before I explode. I am bereft. What are you doing? You have never left me wanting, my juices are mixed with the soap and I can smell my wanting, my desire for you as your arm moves around to grab the sponge from me and you push me forward toward corner bench and out of the spray of the water. I notice you have folded the towel on the hard tile bench as my eyes close in erotic pleasure. You have started at my shoulders, rubbing in circles across my back until you reach my ass, with your free hand you bend me further forward until my knees are balanced on the edge of the small bench and you are running the sponge down between my legs and up between the cheeks of my ass, again mixing my own juices with the scent of lavender soap; it is a heady scent.

“Bend over,” you whisper as I feel your hands replaced with the head of your dick rubbing between my ass cheeks. Like me you are slick with soap, and even as my knees spread and I reach my arms out to balance I feel you pressing yourself into my ass, as your hands grab my hips to hold them still for your slow invasion. I hold my breath as you slowly fill me, proving your dominance, your owning. Then you begin to move, there is so little space I cannot move with you this time. This is your pace your dance I can only accept this time, even as my own pleasure builds. Suddenly you bend forward, just enough to reach my slicked and throbbing clit with one hand. Spreading my soap-slicked lips even as I push my knees the very last inches they will spread to give you more, your pace quickens to take all I have. I feel us both on the brink, my hands holding the shelf and your free hand imprinting my hip with your fingers. I am done; my muscles clench around you. My head drops between my shoulders as my breath comes in short gasps. You don’t stop though and just behind me, you push into me pulling me against you, grabbing both hips to hold me tight to your pelvis as we both hit a shuddering orgasm and our hearts beat in the same rhythm as the throbbing of sexual pleasure.

“Now, we can finish our shower, woman.” I heard rather than saw the smile. I hadn’t caught my breath yet and wasn’t certain I could stand up.

“Really? I think I will just sit here for a minute. Nice of you to put the towel down, by the way.”

Whack! Your hand came down across my already tender ass making me jump and certainly leaving one of your infamous love marks.

“Ow! Damn, that hurt.”

“I know, but it did get you up, come on let me soap you up and then you can do me. Let’s move woman. A man has to eat, and you already told me you have no food in the house.”

“Beloved Master, I am certainly yours to command this morning. Besides, you told me you had a surprise for me.”

“Later, food first.”