him
dry. Now he’d had time to recover and that same shaft was long, thick, and swollen
again, just waiting for her.
He
moved forward, stepping between the boards of the cross where her legs rested,
and touching the head of his dick to her waiting opening. Locking his gaze on
her face he eased into her one slow inch at a time until—yes!—he was fully
seated, filling every bit of space in her channel. And then began the dance. In and out. Thrust and retreat. Slower then faster. Harder, harder,
harder.
Every
one of her senses was focused on the tight coil unwinding inside her, the
slithering loops that moved through her pushing her toward the precipice of
release. Now, she wanted to shout. I’m ready now . As if he heard her, he
linked his fingers with hers, raised her hands and pressed them to the wood
over her head. And drove into her, hard, deep and pushed her over the edge into
the whirlpool.
Her
body shook with the intensity of the tremors, her pussy clenching over and over
on his heavy cock that was pulsing inside her. The climax went on for what
seemed like forever, until she thought her bones would break with the force of
her orgasm. At last the intensity abated, the shudders eased, her heart rate
slowed, and she was able to drag air into her lungs.
She
was vaguely aware of her Sir withdrawing from her, disposing of his condom then
lifting her from the cross and wrapping a warm quilt around her body. With long
strides he carried her to the big chair in one corner of the room and settled
in it with her on his lap. He fed her small sips of water from a bottle on the
little table next to them and spoke to her in soothing words. With his large
hand he massaged her back, cuddling her until she slowly returned from
subspace.
She
knew what came next: the massage with the soothing oils and creams, the cup of
hot herbal tea, the soft words of tenderness and caring. Eventually she was
settled back in his lap, her head on his shoulder, physically sated and
pleasurably exhausted. Her Master took very good care of her. When they left
here he’d take her home and tuck her into bed, perhaps with his own body curled
around hers. She was the center of his universe, as he was of hers.
So
what was wrong with her that she still felt something was missing? That there was an empty space in her life.
Chapter One
The
late afternoon sun bathed the landscape in a golden glow, its reflection
rippling in the waters of the large pool and wrapping its warm fingers around
the people relaxing in Kelly and Tanner Sloat’s backyard. It also glinted off the thin links of gold surrounding Kelly’s neck.
A week ago the two had married in a small ceremony in that very yard. Then last
night, after two hours of intense play at Club Fantasy, the crowd had watched
their collaring ceremony. Today Tanner, Kelly and their closest friends were vegging out at the Sloats ’ pool,
soaking their sore muscles and drinking toasts to the couple.
Delaney
Fox sipped at her iced tea and surveyed everyone from behind her sunglasses. In
the two years she had been a member at Club Fantasy she had formed some very
tight friendships, including Kelly and Tanner. When the dungeon where she had
played for a long time closed, she had been adrift, searching for a safe place
to meet Dom’s she could trust.
Unlike
most of the friends in the life, she had learned long ago that one man could
not satisfy her. She had played with a lot of inventive Dom’s, a lot of
powerful ones, a lot with whom she remained friends. But there was always
something missing. She wanted what the friends surrounding her had found, a
permanent relationship with the one Dom that could satisfy all of her
submissive needs. She just didn’t know if one existed. And time was passing too
quickly. When would she become not as marketable?
Hang
onto Hunter. He’s the best you’ve had. Don’t screw this up.
She
sighed and closed her eyes, trying to convince herself she should
dry. Now he’d had time to recover and that same shaft was long, thick, and swollen
again, just waiting for her.
He
moved forward, stepping between the boards of the cross where her legs rested,
and touching the head of his dick to her waiting opening. Locking his gaze on
her face he eased into her one slow inch at a time until—yes!—he was fully
seated, filling every bit of space in her channel. And then began the dance. In and out. Thrust and retreat. Slower then faster. Harder, harder,
harder.
Every
one of her senses was focused on the tight coil unwinding inside her, the
slithering loops that moved through her pushing her toward the precipice of
release. Now, she wanted to shout. I’m ready now . As if he heard her, he
linked his fingers with hers, raised her hands and pressed them to the wood
over her head. And drove into her, hard, deep and pushed her over the edge into
the whirlpool.
Her
body shook with the intensity of the tremors, her pussy clenching over and over
on his heavy cock that was pulsing inside her. The climax went on for what
seemed like forever, until she thought her bones would break with the force of
her orgasm. At last the intensity abated, the shudders eased, her heart rate
slowed, and she was able to drag air into her lungs.
She
was vaguely aware of her Sir withdrawing from her, disposing of his condom then
lifting her from the cross and wrapping a warm quilt around her body. With long
strides he carried her to the big chair in one corner of the room and settled
in it with her on his lap. He fed her small sips of water from a bottle on the
little table next to them and spoke to her in soothing words. With his large
hand he massaged her back, cuddling her until she slowly returned from
subspace.
She
knew what came next: the massage with the soothing oils and creams, the cup of
hot herbal tea, the soft words of tenderness and caring. Eventually she was
settled back in his lap, her head on his shoulder, physically sated and
pleasurably exhausted. Her Master took very good care of her. When they left
here he’d take her home and tuck her into bed, perhaps with his own body curled
around hers. She was the center of his universe, as he was of hers.
So
what was wrong with her that she still felt something was missing? That there was an empty space in her life.
Chapter One
The
late afternoon sun bathed the landscape in a golden glow, its reflection
rippling in the waters of the large pool and wrapping its warm fingers around
the people relaxing in Kelly and Tanner Sloat’s backyard. It also glinted off the thin links of gold surrounding Kelly’s neck.
A week ago the two had married in a small ceremony in that very yard. Then last
night, after two hours of intense play at Club Fantasy, the crowd had watched
their collaring ceremony. Today Tanner, Kelly and their closest friends were vegging out at the Sloats ’ pool,
soaking their sore muscles and drinking toasts to the couple.
Delaney
Fox sipped at her iced tea and surveyed everyone from behind her sunglasses. In
the two years she had been a member at Club Fantasy she had formed some very
tight friendships, including Kelly and Tanner. When the dungeon where she had
played for a long time closed, she had been adrift, searching for a safe place
to meet Dom’s she could trust.
Unlike
most of the friends in the life, she had learned long ago that one man could
not satisfy her. She had played with a lot of inventive Dom’s, a lot of
powerful ones, a lot with whom she remained friends. But there was always
something missing. She wanted what the friends surrounding her had found, a
permanent relationship with the one Dom that could satisfy all of her
submissive needs. She just didn’t know if one existed. And time was passing too
quickly. When would she become not as marketable?
Hang
onto Hunter. He’s the best you’ve had. Don’t screw this up.
She
sighed and closed her eyes, trying to convince herself she should
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