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Heart

Cover 200x300Chapter 13 –  Body – Mine

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


The drive home was quiet, soft talk and soft touches. Your hands roaming gently up my legs and across the tops of my stockings, grazing skin with fingers and lightly grazing just above my pussy drawing moisture and soft whimpers from me.

“Pay attention to the road, Cara.”

“I am trying; it is difficult though. All I can think of is your hands, your mouth and honestly you inside of me again.”

“What is it you want?”

“My Heart, My Beloved Master, it has been too long. I want you to make love to me, to fuck me until I beg you to stop.”

“Uh huh, do you think I would stop if you begged? Do you think I wish you to beg?”

“No, I don’t think you would, and yes, I think sometimes that is exactly what you wish.”

Even as the words slip from my mouth, your hand slips between my legs, fingers sliding through heated moisture to find my clit, hidden under the hood but engorged and already throbbing with want. Your fingers push lips apart, forcing me to move my legs further apart to give you room as you plunge a finger deep inside of me then pull out and back across my clit.

“Drive, woman, pay attention.”

“Jesus, stop that! How can I pay attention if I am having an orgasm?”

“Don’t cum, drive. Plenty of time later for you to cum when I tell you, not now. Now, you pay attention to the road.”

I can’t even look over at you. I feel you looking though. I know you now. I know your lips are touched by a smile, and your eyes hold heat. I can only imagine what is ahead. After the restaurant my mind is swirled around my need for you even as I feel your hand begins to roam back up my leg. The drive seems to be longer than I remember, as you play me and with me, bringing me closer and closer to begging you to simply fuck me on the side of the road. Is that what you want? I wonder. Finally, we pull into the driveway and all I can wonder is will my legs hold me upright long enough to unlock the door.

You have come around to my side of the car and taken my hand, leading me into the house when the door closes behind us, you grab me up and your lips descend on mine, claiming, demanding submission and response. My arms reach for you, lips open to your probing tongue and I am yours, immediately and holding nothing in reserve. What little strength I have remaining is gone, you must have felt my legs give, your arms tight around my back holding me up. You laugh even as you break the kiss.

“Tender enough for you, Cara?”

“How do you do that, take my breath away with a kiss?”

Your smile is knowing; your eyes hold heat as you stare down at me, taking my hand you lead me to the bedroom lit only by dim lighting as it always is. You glance around and note all is as you left it, nothing changed; I see your nearly indiscernible nod.

“Turn around, Cara.”

With my back to you, I feel you unzip my dress, lifting it from the hem; you pull it off of me and hang it over the nearby chair. From the corner of my eye, I watch you as you bend down to undo the garters from my stockings, leaving a kiss on the back of each of my legs as you do. Then turning me slowly, you bend down to perform the same task, undoing each garter, leaving a kiss at the top of my stocking, but this time leaving a soft bite at the top of my pussy as well. As you stand, you raise my head to look up into your eyes, “Not a word, Cara.”

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.


Heart, Body and Mind – Mine

Cover 200x300Chapter 10 –  Heart, Body and Mind – Mine

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


My sleep has been unbroken the entire night, an unusual phenomenon for me. I have rested peacefully and without dreams in the circle of your arms; each time I have moved you have tightened around me pulling me in, holding me closer to you. After my first attempts to find my edge, sleep in my normal small space of the bed, I eventually relaxed against you in the dark and allowed my unconscious mind to take over. Somehow, I know I am safe and secure, that you would keep the monsters at bay.

“Mind and body,” I had said to you last night. Was it a promise or something else? Your arm encircles me, pulling me tightly against you, your hand moving to cover my breast as your thumb rubs my nipple into a hard nub. Do you know I am awake or are you simply laying claim to what has already been offered, freely given? Your knee pushes my legs apart as your hardening cock nestles between the cheeks of my still sore ass. Your lips run across the back of my exposed neck, gently nipping my skin with your teeth as if to lay claim, finally eliciting a soft moan from me as I push back against you.

“Good morning, honey girl.”

“Morning, Beloved Master.”

I feel you pushing against me and already I am ready for you. Slick with anticipation I push back and feel your hard cock at the entrance of my already throbbing cunt. With one slow rock of your hips, you fill me completely as you pull me back onto you, rocking your hips with slow, sure movements, each time filling me further, pushing me closer. Your hand runs down my side, hooking under my leg to lift it over yours, opening me further, giving you greater access driving deeper into me. You hold me so I am unable to do anything but draw breath each time you thrust more deeply into me, each exhale a moan of pleasure as you push me over the edge into orgasm. Your hand trails up my side and once again captures tits, thumbs traveling over nipples before fingers pinch and finally you fill your hands with heavy breasts, even as you pull me closer, take my shoulder between your teeth.

“Mine.” I heard you whisper just as I shatter into ecstasy, sobbing in relief. You hold me still, so I feel each flutter of my pussy around your dick, each time my muscles clench to hold you where you are. My breath comes unevenly, and my hands have been clenching sheets for want of something to hold. You are still hard inside me, stretching me, and I am still tightening around you with muscles that know you by now.

Did I hear your whispered words? I feel you stroking my leg, then pushing back where we are spooned together, you still deeply tucked into me. I am content just like this, could stay like this forever I think. With arm around my waist, you rock us to the side, “Get up, honey girl, on your knees.”

As you slip out of me and behind me, you deliver a light tap to my aching ass cheek, eliciting a surprised yelp. Tucking one of the pillows beneath me to raise my ass up and stabilize me, you run hands down my sides and across the cheeks of my ass, admiring your handiwork of the night before. I can feel your eyes on me, feel you staring even as you push my legs further apart, and you run your hands up the inside of my thighs. One hand reaches between my legs, spreading swollen lips, pinching then rubbing the nub of my clit; I groan my pleasure even as you remove your hands.

You move closer, and I feel you rub the head of your cock across my now sensitive slit. Without stopping, you push yourself into me driving as deeply as possible. Pulling out smoothly so only the head of your dick is inside, you hold yourself still above me, your hands spanning my hips preventing me from setting a pace of my own. I feel my heartbeat throbbing around you, as you hold yourself motionless until you once more push yourself to the hilt, filling me completely. With each slow stroke, you bring me closer, sundering me from sanity.

At the top of a stroke resting inside of me, pressing at the roof of my pussy, you push my legs together so I am squeezing you tighter. Leaning forward against my back you place your legs outside of mine, making me completely subservient to your movements, holding me entirely yours, my body entirely within your control.

With the same slow motion you have used all morning, you drive yourself deeper, filling me until your entire dick is buried in me, stretching me more than ever before. I am nearly weeping with the sensations. Your hands reach to grab my hips, digging in as you begin to pump into me, filling me and rubbing across sensitive nerves, crossing pain and pleasure until I am unable to tell the difference.

“Touch yourself,” you command me.

My hand reaches toward my dripping pussy and throbbing clit. Two fingers begin to massage, pulling even more sensations as you continue to pound into me from behind. I can feel your pace quicken even as both of us begin to breathe more heavily. The muscles in my legs are beginning to quiver, and your hands are grabbing harder into my hips, sure to leave imprints beyond just the moment. My hand on my clit keeps pace with you now, wanting to cum with you; as your strokes become longer and faster, so my fingers move harder and faster.

Your hands tighten on my hips as you slam into me hard, pulling me backward. “Mine!” This time not whispered but growled. I feel your dick jerking inside of me as you orgasm hard, just as my own orgasm takes hold of me. I think, Yours, even as you collapse forward onto my back. We don’t move for minutes, continuing to savor the aftereffect of orgasm, the final muscle twitches and throbs around your cock as you lose your rigidity and finally pull out of me.


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.”