For the Sub by Sierra Cartwright

finger-fucking, forcing her to ride the high for longer than she’d known possible.
    This Dom knew how to read her body.
    When she screamed out, she released the chain from her mouth. She shook her head, trying to clear the myriad colours and thoughts that clouded her mind. She’d never had sex like this. Though this didn’t have all the trappings of a BDSM scene, there was no doubt he was in control, and she loved it. “Sir, that was…”
    “You taste delicious. I need to start you out like that every time.”
    “Thank you, Sir.” A thrill lanced her. He was a generous lover. She was more relaxed than she ever remembered being. And that she could fall asleep after this was over, rather than driving home, made it a hundred times better.
    Master Niles was everything she’d ever wanted in a Dominant, and this was everything she’d dreamt of having in a love affair. She knew she’d be a fool to think it was anything more than a one-evening kick. In the morning he’d go home. Brandy told herself to relax into the moment and enjoy it, rather than worrying about the loss she’d feel when her bed and her life were empty again.
    “Hands above your head, sub.”
    It took her several seconds to obey. The backs of her thighs burned, and the rest of her body felt lethargic.
    “I’m not done with you.”
    She wondered if his words were a promise or a threat.
    He gave one of her buttocks a sharp smack. “Threat,” she said with a gasp as she followed his order.
    “Sorry?” he asked.
    “I was wondering if your statement was a promise or a threat,” she said.
    “I don’t say things I don’t mean, Ms Hess.”
    “Clearly, Sir.”
    He grinned and she smiled back, a momentary, sexy connection.
    Master Niles positioned himself at her entrance, and he kept her legs high. As he eased into her, the backs of her thighs were stretched tight.
    “Ready?”
    “Yes, Sir. Fuck me.”
    In a long stroke, he sank into her. She gasped from the shock of the force. “Yes,” she said when she was able to breathe again.
    He stayed still for a few seconds as she accommodated his length.
    “That’s it, my gorgeous sub.”
    In response to his approval, she clenched her internal muscles, trying to draw him deeper.
    “Squeeze my cock.”
    Her body felt as if it were made for his searing penetration. Using the leverage of his shoulders, she lifted her hips, meeting his thrusts and tightening her muscles around his penis. “So hot, Sir. So deep.”
    “Perfect,” he agreed.
    He captured her wrists in one of his strong hands. Everything about him was delicious. And the added bite of the clamps heightened everything even more. He knew exactly how to arouse her. “Sir, I need to come again.”
    “Do,” he encouraged, shortening his strokes, but going deeper.
    Perspiration drenched her. “Do me, Sir!”
    He pounded into her the way she wanted.
    “Yeah, this is what you need.”
    “Yes, Sir. It is. It is!” She drew the ‘s’ out until it became half sigh, half scream.
    He tightened his grip on her wrists and ordered, “Come.”
    Jerking against him, helpless, she did. He continued to fuck her, drawing out her orgasm, making her ride it longer than she imagined possible.
    Finally, replete, she let her body go slack.
    “That will do for a warm-up.”
    “Warm-up, Sir?” She cleared her throat. “I’m not certain I’ll survive whatever else you have in mind.”
    “I’ll make sure you do.” He withdrew his still-hard cock and left the bed.
    Confusion chased away her sense of satisfaction. “Sir?” From his absence, mentally and physically, she shivered.
    “I promised you a shower.”
    “But you didn’t…”
    “I’ll get mine, Brandy. Up,” he told her.
    “I don’t think I can move.” Not that she wanted to. “You’ve got a magnificent body, Sir.” His cock thrust forward. She rolled to one side and propped her head on her hand to get a better look at him as he removed the condom and discarded it in a trash