Page 70 of His Custody

He kissed her then, a hard press of his demanding lips to her pliant ones, thrusting his tongue into her welcoming mouth in a brief reminder that though he was doing what she asked, it was because he wanted to. His hands wandered from her face to her back where he fumbled with the corset strings that had been tormenting him all evening.

When they were loosened, he urged her off the bed and a breath skated through her teeth as she put weight on her feet.

“Just a second,” he assured her, and made quick work of the buckle at her collar, drawing the dress down her lithe body and letting her rest a hand on his shoulder when he told her to step out. He lifted her back onto the bed before he lay the dress over a nearby chair.

Shifting his focus back to her, he let his gaze rake over her body, and she squirmed as though he were drawing nails down her skin.

“What shall I do with you, little girl?”

His musing made her smile. “Whatever you want, Master. Just touch me, please.”

As if he’d do anything else. Not taking off her shoes, he stripped off her panties and undid the harness that had kept his toys inside her all night. He could take them out and fuck her right now and they’d both be satisfied... for a while anyway. There was no way he wouldn’t be waking her in the wee hours to have her again. Or maybe he’d let her sleep until morning and he’d wake her early enough to take her before they had to leave for the gym. He’d been gratified when she’d asked to go while she was home. And he was about to be a lot more gratified.

Her hips at the edge of the bed, he knelt on the floor and drew her legs over his shoulders. The smell of her was overpowering from here, so intense he could practically taste her though he was still inches away. But not for long.

Dipping his head, he grabbed her hips and held her still while he licked around the toys. The tiny space between the dildo and the plug made her particularly crazy and he dug his fingers into her flesh to keep her still.

“Don’t be naughty, or you won’t be allowed to come.” His scolding forced a tortured squeak from her throat and he laughed to himself. As if. No, he wouldn’t deprive her tonight, but the threat was enough to make her whimper and the sound delighted him. Almost as much as the taste of her around the dildo. Using his tongue, he pushed it into her before licking up to her clit which he nibbled and sucked. When she was close, he stopped, which elicited a desperate squeal.

“Jasper!”

“You are naughty. What a badly behaved little girl you’ve become without me to look after you. Discipline you.”

From where he knelt between her legs, he could still see her nod her agreement. It made the corner of his mouth twitch. God she was fun to play with. He tortured her some more with his teeth and tongue, making good use of everything he had at his disposal, and when he was confident she wasn’t going to last much longer, he withdrew the dildo, easing the silicone from her body and discarding it on a towel he’d pulled from the bedside table.

She arched her hips, likely assuming he’d strip and fuck her now, but he’d make this last a bit longer because she’d go off like fireworks if he played her right. So he slapped her. Right between her legs. The contact of his hand on her clit and her pussy made her jump and gasp, and then groan.

“Jasper,” she pleaded. He slapped her again and her hips bucked. It wasn’t apparent to him whether she enjoyed this or not. Perhaps it was the kind of pleasure masochists took that they couldn’t quite explain. It hurt, but it felt good... mostly itfelt. Whatever it was, it was making her absolutely crazy.

He could’ve told her to be quiet—knew lots of dominants who liked their pets to take what they were given silently—but he liked to hear her. Even over the drone of the bagpipes in his head, he could still hear her, and it was the sweetest symphony. So he spanked her until she was trembling, until her pleas had grown watery with unshed tears, and his hand was slick with her wetness. If he felt like it, he could make her come like this, he was sure. But he suspected it would be of the short, sharp, bursting variety, and it wouldn’t be as good when she was half empty. Plus, he was a bit selfish, and lucky for him, that was his right. To be selfish with her.

So he left off as she mewled, a charming, desperate noise, and then he stopped.

“Stay open for me.” She obeyed as he stood, raising her heels to the edge of the bed and settling the spikes of her boots between the mattress and the bedframe. He couldn’t help but stare at her while he stripped off his clothes, his fingers clumsy because he wanted her so freaking bad.

As soon as he was unclothed so he could have her skin against skin as she’d requested, he settled his hips between her thighs, debating whether to remove the plug first. But no. She’d like to feel full, and he’d enjoy the added tightness, the test of his control.

He grabbed her wrists and held them to the sides of her hips as he eased his way inside of her. The leather gauntlets still covered her forearms, and he wanted to take them off but she hadn’t said he could and he’d be respectful of her wishes. Gently, slowly, he pressed inside her because he didn’t want to hurt her. At least not that way. He’d fuck her to within an inch of her life, but only once he was confident she could take it.

Once he was in her to the hilt, he leaned over and kissed her. Hungry and desperate, they devoured each other while their bodies were connected and she used her whole body to beg. Without his bidding, she wrapped her legs around him, and as he’d imagined, the leather heels pressed into his lower back and his working buttocks, and while he wasn’t into pain, the added sensation was a killer.

Rising up and away from her, he thrust hard, making her yelp and then moan. Yes, this is what she wanted. So he fucked her for as long as he could, walking the sharp edge of his own withheld climax, allowing his fingers to dig into her flesh and bones of her wrists which were obscured by the leather of her gauntlets.

When he couldn’t take it anymore, he released his hold on her and sunk his fingers into her hips instead. “Touch yourself, Tinker Bell. I want to see you play with yourself until you come on my cock. Go on then, do as your master says.”

She didn’t need any more encouragement. The fingers of one hand flew to manipulate her clit while the others worked a nipple. Her eyes were closed, her lips pressed between her teeth as she toyed with herself in a desperate bid to do as he’d asked. And then, then, he felt that extra kick, the way her whole body tightened and then shuddered.

“Jasper, I’m coming. Oh, god, I’m coming.” And then she was chanting his name in time with every pulse of her orgasm. Between the stimulus of her voice, the way she was touching herself and the pulse of her muscles tight around him, he fucking lost it. Bucked into her with absolutely no control and then spilled. Spilled inside of her, flooding her, and hell if that didn’t feel like heaven itself.

“Sweet Jesus, Keyne. You’re mine, mine, mine.” He claimed her with every last erratic thrust, every mutter, every prayer. Tomorrow he’d come back to his senses and when she undoubtedly asked to stay with him, he’d be able to refuse her. But if she asked him at this very second to keep her, forever, he wouldn’t be able to resist. Because he was a man made weak, vulnerable to be honest, by the very thing that had made him so strong for the past year. His duty, loyalty, and yes, lust for her all added up to one thing: love.

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When he was through with her, she lay against the covers, limp and replete, still bound by her shoes and her gauntlets. They were sexy as fuck, but he wished she didn’t feel the need to hide from him. She was crashing, hard, and he needed to get her settled and warm so she could sleep in peace. He shifted her until she was fully on the bed, then took her shoes off and ran his thumbs over the inside of her wrists and squeezed. “Can I take them off for sleep?”

She issued a sleepy, “Mmm.”

If it were anyone else, he wouldn’t take that as consent. But her rest was shallow. If she’d objected, she’d snatch her hands away or say, “No, Master, please.” Her eyes would snap open and it would take minutes of soothing to ease her down again.

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