Heart, Body and Mind – Mine

Chapter 10 –  Heart, Body and Mind – Mine

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

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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.

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Cum for Me, A Taste

Chapter 8 – The Meeting

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

 

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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

Beloved Master – Chapter Seven

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

Available exclusively from Redmund Productions.

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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.”

Surprises – Just a Taste

Surprises – Chapter Six

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

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“Where are you?” Your voice rumbles over the phone late at night, waking me from dreams.

“Sleeping, in my bed. Where else would I be?”

“Go unlock the front door and get back in the bed. I will be there in two hours.”

Two hours. How will you be here in two hours? I think to myself as I stare at the clock by the side of the bed. It reads one a.m. What in the hell? I shake off the last vestige of sleep, throw a robe over my nude body and walk to the front door, even while thinking, was that really you or a dream? Two hours he says. It’s been weeks and he gives me two hours. I best move quickly if I want to at least wash the sleep from my body and have him find me under clean sheets. Even as I start the shower, gather a towel and pull sheets from the bed I can feel my body responding to your voice and the thought of your eminent arrival. Blood rushes to my clit, and my pussy starts to throb just knowing you will soon be here. No time. I will save it all for you.

We have reverted back to our routines of phone calls and e-mail since our first weekend together. Now though they are filled with what we have discovered, what we know about each other and what we still want to know. As the water beats down on me and the steam fills the bathroom I consider our conversations since we were last together and how different they have become, especially how there has been a change in our dynamic, a change that started during our weekend and continued during our weeks apart. We ranged in our talks, first how I felt about the sexual exploration. You pushed for me to open up and give honest answers. There were times I couldn’t answer immediately, where my silence told you I had to consider my answer. It was then you told me to write my answers to you, in detail with nothing withheld.

You have occupied a greater portion of my mind since we were together than I would have expected. I sit in front of my computer screen at work, staring at rows of numbers or a schedule and suddenly your voice is in my head, I can hear you telling me what you want to do to me the next time we are together and I lose entirely my train of thought. Worse still, some picture, pornographic and raw, has burned into my mind and I have drifted off into an erotic daydream featuring the two of us in place of the models. I no longer recognize myself, I am two maybe even three people and I am uncertain, which is the true me. Every morning I walk into my closet and cover the body you taught me to love with my ‘uniform’ of corporate respectability, as I dress I glance at the silk and satin I bought to wear while you were here, the dresses that threw respectability to the wind. In meetings I direct men and women to their tasks, my voice is sure and I am the ‘boss’, no hesitation or question. Yet, since you left I find myself drifting during meetings, thinking of our weekend or our most recent conversation.

Through our written exchanges, we delved deeper into boundaries, especially mine. We explored what had happened between us, what I had willingly offered to you, what you had asked of me and why. More pictures were exchanged between us; some of them were initially shocking even while they begin raise questions in my mind, about where we were going the direction of our relationship the path we were walking and what you wanted from me, whether I was a willing participant or simply curious. I wonder, even as I stand under the shower how far and where would this go next. I considered our last e-mail exchange, and my tongue-in-cheek opening, ‘My Master’ was this truer than I knew.

Our weekend has changed the direction of my writing, my concentration is disrupted and my writing was certainly taking a strange new direction. Where before I could easily sit for hours with only a cool glass of water and quiet music in the background, now I find my words drifting toward a new edginess, sometimes I don’t recognize what I have typed as my own. Whether articles for clients, journal entries or poems all seem to be infused with a new, different tang; a freedom and potential I hadn’t seen before. Is this freshness from our exchanges, from you pushing me to write you what I am thinking and feeling I cannot help but wonder as I stand under the shower spray.

Clean, freshly shaved and scented with my favorite lotion, I crawl back between fresh sheets to wait for you. Even the friction of my legs rubbing together sets sparks against the back of my eyelids. I haven’t bothered with clothing you would only have to remove, only the chain you left around my hips the last time you were here. I want you to have access to every part of me as soon as you arrive in case you are only here for hours instead of days. As I think these thoughts, thoughts of your arrival, thoughts of fucking you and pulling your dick into my mouth ‘til you beg me to stop, I drift off, back to dreams, but now they are of you.

Your kiss, at first, I think it is part of a dream. Right there on my neck, as you take the skin at my collarbone between your teeth, running your fingers over nipples before lifting first one then the other to your mouth. We haven’t even said hello, and my hips are beginning a dance, my cunt dripping already as your hand trails down my waist and across hipbones to my aching clit. With one hand you spread me wide, massaging my engorged nub with your thumb while fingers continue further exploration suddenly piercing me. At that moment you rise up and kiss me for the first time and I explode moaning into your mouth, my arms wrap around you in welcome.