Page 4 of A Submissive's Gift
“Who does your ass belong to?” he asked, pushing forward until the very tip of his cock pierced her.
“You, Sir,” she moaned, her hands clutching her flesh as he claimed the last of her. “All of me belongs to you.” Her gaze met his, her desire to please him evident by the dilated pupils in her eyes. Her shrill cry pierced the room as he slapped her upturned buttock.
“Eyes on my cock!”
She instantly obeyed, her eyes lowering to look past her red, slick, still dripping pussy to the sight of his cock pressing against an orifice that most would never consider could be used for pleasure.
“You are to watch as your tight little ass gets fucked. Look away and I’ll get your special little spanker and then we can begin again,” he promised, his cock swelling even more at the sight of the pulse point jumping in the slim column of her throat. Though Ariel adored pain, the special paddle he had recently purchased to attend to such a delicate portion of her anatomy had the ungodly ability to drive her to shrieks within only a few strokes. He wasn’t the least bit surprised to see the vigorous nodding of her head, and her immediate obedience as she dropped her eyes to his cock again.
“Ask me. Ask me to sink my cock deep inside your ass and give you the fucking you are so craving,” he demanded, knowing she was close to coming from the words alone.
“Please, Sir, please fuck my ass,” she begged. “Please, Sir, fill me—fuck me—make me yours.”
He nodded and thrust forward, her cry filling the room as her sphincter surrendered to his demand for entrance. She continued to moan and cry out as he took her hard and fast, driving into her bowels as deeply as possible, filling her as she’d requested.
Ariel watched as he took her, fucked her, claimed her. She whimpered with need as he withdrew completely, his cock seeming to have grown impossibly larger, thicker. Garrett loved the way her bottom lip disappeared beneath her teeth as if unsure what his next move would be. He didn’t make her wait long. He moved to insert just the head again, stretching her tight muscle to the edge of discomfort. Garrett was taking her as he wished—while fulfilling her own darkest desires as well. Though he would always treasure the times they made gentle love, when she was under him, he knew that it was only when he was fucking her in such a demanding, dominant manner as he was tonight, she felt entirely consumed, her deeply ingrained masochistic side fully gratified.
As her lover, her fiancé, her Dom, Garrett continued to fuck her ass as she watched. Her entire body convulsed as she came hard, her body jerking, her hands slipping from their hold only to grasp her knees again, pulling them back to make sure she was offering any part of her that he desired. Garrett pounded into her, his balls slapping against her sopping sex with every thrust. As her juices poured from her, he gave a final thrust, burying himself to the hilt, his moan joining hers. The strength of her contractions, the muscles of her bowels rippling along the length of his cock, drew him to his end as thick ropes of semen jetted from him to fill the ass he had claimed as his own.
Breathing heavily, Garrett lowered himself on top of her, his heart beating rapidly as her legs wrapped around him, her arms moving to hug him to her breasts, her hands stroking his back and running through his hair.
There was no need to speak, their love was communicated by the simple act of slowly coming down from the intensity of the session wrapped in each other’s embrace. When his cock slipped from her, he rolled to his side, opened the drawer of his nightstand, and removed a jar.
Seeing it, Ariel shook her head.
“Onto your tummy, babe,” Garrett said. “I know you enjoy the feeling of your hot little butt burning, but you’ll regret it tomorrow if you don’t let me soothe it tonight.” As she reluctantly rolled over, her head resting on her crossed arms, he chuckled, opening the jar and dipping out a large dollop of the cream. “Don’t fret, my queen. You’ll have your morning reminder to help you through the day.”
She shivered as the cool cream was spread across the marks he had placed on her earlier. Though she accepted the relief offered without further protests, it was only because she knew that she could always count on Garrett for two things. Her Dom would never hesitate to soothe her, and he would never hesitate to replace the very marks his fingers were now gently stroking with new ones to take their place.
By the time he had attended to every inch of her skin and returned the jar to the drawer, Garrett believed she was adrift in that magical moment between awareness and the oblivion of sleep. He bent and pressed his lips to the base of her spine, loving the silkiness of her skin beneath his lips.
“Thank you, Sir. I admit your judgment was correct and serves to once again remind me why I am but your servant and you are my king. I love you, my lord.”
“And I you, my queen,” he replied as he patted her bottom before pulling her to spoon with him, her back against his front. Reaching down, he drew the sheet over them. “Remember,” he began softly, sliding his finger between her cheeks before moving to cup one of her breasts, gently rolling the nipple between his fingers.
Though exhausted, Ariel moaned and pushed her breast into his hand, murmuring softly that she would remember his promise.
Noticing that the symbol of her royal status had slipped from her head and lay God knew where in the room, he continued, whispering against her neck, “You may have lost your tiara, my little drama queen, but remember, crown or not, all of you will always belong to me.”
Ariel smiled as she stepped over the threshold taking his words into dreamland with her.
CHAPTER THREE
After they’d left the others, Nancy was surprised when Jason stopped their car in a secluded area of a nearby park that wasn’t very far from the very heart of the city.
Hundreds of acres of trees, interwoven with trails for biking, hiking and jogging, were enjoyed by thousands of Houstonians on a daily basis. A huge bayou meandered throughout the entire area. The park included fields for various sports, areas set up with a wide variety of exercise equipment, pavilions where families could cook out and enjoy picnics, and several playgrounds. Additional acreage surrounding Buffalo Bayou had been planted with native trees, shrubs and flowers, and was often toured by local school groups to learn about the nature that surrounded them.
As he’d opened her door and helped her from the car, she recognized the area as the one just outside the gates of the arboretum, the darkness of their surroundings assuring them that students were gone and employees had long since locked up the central buildings for the evening.
Jason was grinning when she’d looked up at hm after she’d glanced around. He didn’t bother to speak, simply took her hand and led her into the woods. Their footsteps were muffled by thethick layer of mulch laid along the path that delineated trails between the trees. Moonlight was all that guided their steps until Jason stopped to lead her several yards off the path to where a huge pine tree towered above them.
Still silent, he turned her from him, lifting her arms in a wordless instruction to hug the tree. Once she had, her soft whimper gave testament to her understanding of what was most likely about to occur. His hands moved to the waistband of her jeans. The silence was so complete that the pop of the snap and the rasp of the zipper as he drew it down seemed as loud as a thunderclap.
Nancy pressed her forehead to the tree, the rough bark somehow feeling soft against her skin. He lowered her jeans to her ankles, and her panties quickly followed suit. As warm, humid air of the night wafted across her exposed buttocks, she moaned and unconsciously spread her legs as much as the clothing around her ankles allowed. Her bottom lifted and pushed out toward the man behind her.
“There’s my little exhibitionist,” Jason said softly, his hands moving to cup the trembling cheeks of her bottom. “What a licentious girl you are, my dear. Displaying yourself in public, never sure if we are truly unseen.”
Heat filled her. Her husband knew her so very well. She would never be able to fully understand or adequately articulate the way being on display made her feel. Whether it was just the two of them alone in their bedroom, or with a crowd of people arranged around a scene they were playing in at Tastsinn, the BDSM club owned by Elizabeth’s husband, Logan, just the thought that someone could see her nakedness, could witness her responses to whatever it was her husband, her Dom, demanded of her, never failed to have her dripping. She was nowhere near as pain tolerant as Elizabeth or a true masochist like Ariel. In fact, she often protested Jason spanking her.However, when she was on display, she seemed able to accept a great deal more discomfort than just that given by his hand or a paddle in the privacy of their home.
