To Command And Collar

“Of course, men have their own independently acting parts.” He pressed his hard cock against her thigh.

She lightened his heart with a tiny snicker and stole it altogether when she set her hand on his cheek and asked, “Why can you make me laugh, even when I’m naked and a little scared?” She pulled his tear-dampened shirt away from his skin. “Seems like all you get from me is wet clothes.”

He abandoned her long enough to pull the shirt over his head and toss it aside, then removed his pants. He put her hand back on his shoulder. “Touch me, carino.”

Her soft palm ran over his chest, then paused when he pushed her legs apart.

“Look at me.” He’d been careful to avoid the missionary position, never wanting to make her feel pinned down or restrained by his size or body. Tonight-tonight, with her emotions still high and the bond from their scene strong between them, he’d push her further and try to replace the sordid memories with brighter ones.

He moved his body over hers, staying poised above her, but putting no weight on her. Fear widened her eyes. Her hand flattened against his chest to push him away.

“Look at me, sumisita mia,” he repeated softly.

Her gaze met his, and the tenseness slid from her body. “Master R,” she whispered, confirming what her sight told her.

“Yes.” He smiled and bit her chin, enjoying the sweet gasp. “I want your hand on my cock. Touch me, gatita.”

Still holding her eyes, he took her hand and put it on him. At the sensation of her small fingers curling around him, his shaft surged even fuller with blood. “You have a soft touch. Stroke me,” he directed.

Not looking away, she moved her grip up and set her fingers on top of his piercing. Her thumb wiggled the part on the underside.

The sensation was so heady, his eyes closed for a moment as he fought himself. This one, the one woman who needed his self-control the most, was the one who challenged him more than any other. Pulling his attention from the glide of her fingers around him, he balanced on one arm and his knees and reached down between her thighs. No weight on her yet-just his size looming over her was enough for the moment.

He smiled when his fingers touched her pussy. How she kept herself shaved bare for him, without him having to order it, was a delight. His voice came out low and ragged. “You’re wet for me, gatita.”

Her olive cheeks darkened with a flush, enough for keen eyes to note. Despite the slickness, her clit was still hidden in its hood, and he considered teasing her with a toy, then knew he wouldn’t move from this spot. Tonight was for their bodies only, no ties or cuffs, no toys.

Of course, the lack of tools didn’t mean he couldn’t indulge in a little mental bondage. “Spread your legs farther apart,” he said.

Kim stared up at Master R, a shiver running through her. He was so big, could easily hurt her. And now-

“Must I repeat myself?” he asked, his voice lowering to a smooth threat. His eyes were dark, dark brown.

Her knees separated more, her folds pulling apart, exposing her. He smiled and swirled his finger around her opening, spreading the wetness. So wet. She shivered as he dipped his head, taking one nipple into his mouth, even as his touch edged nearer her clit. Needed more. Her hips tilted up slightly.

His head lifted. He studied her for a long moment. “No, you get only what I choose to give you. I will not tie you tonight, sumisita mia, but you will put your left hand so…” He firmly curled her fingers around one of the metal swirls on the headboard. “Your legs stay open-no matter what I do.” He smiled into her eyes. “Your other hand can continue to please me until I say otherwise.”

Her pulse picked up.

“Do you understand?”

Mouth dry, she managed a nod.

“Kimberly?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He shook his head no.

Her voice became huskier. “Yes, Master.”

“Much better.” He rewarded her with a slow kiss, a demanding one. When his tongue took possession, she could only think of the last time his cock pushed into her, filling her like that. He abandoned her mouth and inched down her body. A tiny bite on her nipple fragmented her mind. A light pinch on her clit made her gasp. Both pains, so similar, sent need streaming like a riptide between the two points. She was still tender from his attentions during the scene, and his fingers were slightly abrasive…and it only pushed her higher.

Keep arm over head, she told herself. Legs open. Her hips-the one wiggle that escaped her was rewarded with a nasty nip on the underside of her breast and made her gasp, increasing the feeling of being washed away in need.

His finger pressed into her entrance, a small stretch, then slid over her clit, repeating the motions. Her labia swelled and throbbed. Her clit tightened. Each time became more intense. The teasing hint of his finger in her vagina made her remember being filled completely, made her need… She wiggled again.

He lifted his head and gave her that unyielding dom look that melted her insides into a puddle. One corner of his mouth turned up. “Are you having problems, gatita?”

Her glare should have burned his eyelashes to stubby ash. “Would you just fuck me already?”

His dark sexy laugh burst out, so infectious, she couldn’t keep a giggle back.

After pulling himself from her grip, he lowered his hips. His cock pressed on her open pussy; his pelvis touched hers; his chest touched her breasts. Fear slammed into her like someone had broken down a door, pushing all the-

“Look at me, Kimberly,” he said ruthlessly.

She realized her eyes had shut. She opened them to meet his indomitable gaze.

“Keep your eyes open and on mine. And both hands on the headboard.”

She realized she was pushing him away. Oh. She lifted her arm and grabbed another wire on the headboard. The position arched her breasts up and rubbed her nipples across the hair on his chest, making her toes curl with the sensation.

He positioned his cock and pressed into her, the metal piercing like a blunt finger inside on the front of her vagina, the sensation so intense her vision blurred.

“Open. Your. Eyes.”

Oh God. He held her gaze as he was sliding in, stretching her, every inch setting new nerves into a clamor of need. Her hips gave the slightest wiggle.

“If you move again”-his whisper made the threat even more potent-“I will tie you up and leave you alone to suffer.”

“Sorry. I’m trying. Masterrrr.” The whine horrified her and made him smile. Drown him.

“So you are.” He paused to lick her nipples, then rubbed his chest against her sideways, the abrasive feeling on her hard wet peaks mesmerizing.

He held his hips still, moving only his upper torso, and her insides throbbed with the need for more. She wanted to rub against him, all over, to push her hips up and… Don’t move.

She forced her muscles to relax, to stillness, even as everything burned, demanding action. The need to keep a portion of her mind separate to command her body distracted her, increased her arousal. Her clit felt the size of her fist, screaming for him to touch it.

He watched her, then smiled, easing out of her slowly. The metal ball rubbed against something sensitive inside her with an exquisite, almost painful pressure.

A slow push back in, and a shudder ran through her. Don’t move, don’t move. Oh God, I’m going to die. “Oh, please.”

“Please is a nice word,” he said agreeably. And he pushed in again, faster-just a little faster, his eyes intent on her, then flickering over her face, her arms and hands. More, more, more. She wanted to lift her hips, make him go deeper, go faster.

“Speak to me, gatita. You need to work on communicating your emotions, and this is a good place to start.” He slid out, tilting his hips so that damned ball scraped across something inside her, and the waves of her arousal turned into a heavy surf.