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Sliding up farther, his chest hair dragged against her breasts, and the tip of his cock rested against her entrance. Taking a deep breath, he hesitated and looked into her eyes. “I love you.” With that, the head of his cock pushed past the thin membrane of her maidenhead and began to ease into her. There was a moment of pain, but it was more the adjustment to his size than anything else.

Slowly, with delicious control, he pressed himself into her. His eyes closed, and she watched him, as turned on by the expression of deep pleasure on his face as his cock moving within her. At last he sank all the way to the base of his shaft and held still within her.

Burying his face in her hair, he held her close and began to move just the slightest bit. The sensation tore the breath from her lungs, and she kissed the side of his neck, wiggling her hips beneath him. Taking the hint, his moves became more forceful, long strokes that left her gasping.

“Sean,” she purred out and snapped her hips to meet his. Their bellies met with harsh claps as he lifted up onto his forearms and looked down between them. Following the line of his gaze, she groaned at the sight of his flushed cock thrusting into her welcoming heat.

The tension began to build again, and she ran her hands over his chest, his body slick with his sweat and the moisture from their shower. He did something with his hips that had her grabbing on to his shoulders and begging him not to stop. Each thrust, each feeling of the head of his cock pulling almost all the way out only to rush back in, pushed her closer.

“Can't hold back,” he groaned out, and that gave her the edge she needed to come again. Holding on to him so hard it hurt, she relished the totally new and fantastic feeling of coming with a cock buried deep inside of her. The delicate inner muscles of her pussy grabbed on to him and new nerve endings sent wave after wave of bliss through her until she was screaming beneath him.

He growled out something in a language she didn’t understand and threw his head back, his body shuddering as he emptied himself into her. Coasting down from her own orgasm, she could feel the hot spurts of his seed filling her then trickling out as he strained and whispered her name.

Panting, he rolled her over onto his chest, still inside of her. As the endorphins faded, a slight ache began to make itself known, and she gently moved him out of her with a wince.

“Are you okay?” he asked, brushing her hair back from her face.

Laughing, she grabbed the towel and tenderly cleaned herself. A small trace of red appeared on the towel, and she blushed and tossed it to the side. “I am more than okay.” She rubbed her face on his chest, licking at his nipple. “That was, that was … amazing.”

A smug smile curved his lips, and he stretched his arms out behind his head. “Thank you.”

After rolling her eyes, she explored his body at a leisurely pace. He sighed in contentment as her fingers traced over his chest and up to his mouth. Nipping one of her fingers, he pulled it in and sucked at the tip.

Watching him with half-lidded eyes, she smiled as he released her finger and kissed the engagement ring. “Sean, what exactly does it mean to be your harmony?”

“Your soul is the perfect harmony to my soul's melody.” He smoothed his hand down her back, pausing to trace a fingertip over the indentation of her spine. “We were meant to be together, destined to love one another and to live happily ever after.”

She couldn't help but smile at him and say in a teasing voice, “So we are going to make beautiful music together?”

Rich and decadent, his chuckle made her toes curl against the sheets. “Well, you do make the most wonderful sounds when you’re aroused.” His mouth found her nipple and sucked it into a hard, aching bud. “Let's see if I can make you sing again.”

Relaxing in his embrace, Carmella said a prayer of thanks to Bes for bringing Sean into her life. A warm flash of divine love raced through her soul, and she lost herself in Sean's touch.

The End

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Ivan’s Captive Submissive

Chapter One

Gia Lopez stood in a staging area for the submissive auction with a line of women covered in sheer black robes. Her long, light brown hair was twisted back into an intricate braid that was a work of art, but she desperately wished she’d gotten plastic surgery to take care of her big nose before agreeing to this.  The other women scheduled to be sold off with her were beautiful, each perfect and lovely in their own way.

She felt like a sparrow surrounded by peacocks.

While Gia possessed enough self-worth to admit she was cute with her dimples and big brown eyes, she’d never be breathtaking like the auburn haired sex-bomb submissive next to her. Gia had a slender figure from her daily jogging, but with her small breasts she felt like a boy when compared with the curvy submissive.

Why couldn’t Gia have gone after someone who wasn’t a pinup girl?

Mistress Alice, a tall, blonde Domme, walked down the line of submissives. They were gathered in what looked like parlor with all the furniture moved out. Elegant watercolors still graced the walls and a tasteful chandelier bathed the room in a low, golden light. The door to the room where the auction would take place was currently closed, but from her orientation earlier, Gia knew that on the other side there was a curtained area to hide them from the audience. Then, the scariest of all, a stage where she would be sold to the highest bidder.

Mistress Alice paused now and again to point out something she wanted changed with a submissive’s hair or makeup and took a moment to speak with each woman. Up at the front of the line, a few men in brown leather loincloths presented a nice visual treat as they were oiled up by a trio of giggling submissives.

Mistress Alice stopped before Gia and slowly inspected her from head to toe. When she spotted the gold barbells piercing Gia’s nipples through the sheer cloth of the gown, she smiled. “Lovely touch against your nicely tanned skin. The gold works much better than silver.”

“Thank you, Mistress Alice.”  Gia curtsied as she’d been trained and Mistress Alice’s gaze warmed.

The Domme tilted her head and studied Gia’s face. “You’re Mistress Viola and Master Mark’s girl from South Carolina, Gia.”

“Yes, Ma’am. Mistress Viola and Master Mark were my trainers.”

“Lovely couple. I met them once at a Domme convention in Las Vegas. They told me to keep an eye on you, that you have quite a temper and are very high spirited.”

Gia flushed and dropped her gaze. “I’m working on that, Mistress Alice.”

“Well don’t work on it too hard.” She leaned closer and whispered, “Some of us like a subs with fire in their veins. We like the challenge and the constant battle for your submission.”

Gia started as the other woman gently bit her earlobe before leaning back. “Am I understood?”

A soft rush of desire went through Gia and she licked her lower lip. “Yes, Mistress.”

The desire unfurled gently in her belly as she relived her training and how she owed her trainers a debt she could never repay. It had been a unique experience to work with Mistress Viola and Master Mark. Together they’d helped her start her transformation into the kind of submissive she yearned to be. They’d also given her glorious orgasms that swept the world away and left her existing as a being of pure pleasure. Not only did they train her physically, they helped her learn how to love herself just the way she was.

Mistress Viola was a plump, curvy, delicious armful of woman. By today’s standards she was considered overweight, but back in the 1950’s she would have been the ultimate in female beauty. Gia had yet to see a man who didn’t gravitate to Mistress Viola in a room, no matter how many other women were there. The fact that her husband, the more traditionally handsome Master Mark, loved her beyond reason helped more than anything else to make Gia believe that maybe there was a man out there that could love her just as she was and give her the confidence to become the woman she wanted to be.

Beautiful, elegant, and loved.

Well, she wasn’t loved yet, but she would be. She had faith her Master was out there, looking for her. The thought of him being here tonight, maybe waiting for her in the audience, sent an ache of longing through her. The practical part of her mind scoffed at the idea of soul mates and fate, but the romantic side of her nature insisted anything was possible.

A petite mahogany-skinned woman who reminded Gia of a pixie came up to Mistress Alice and knelt at her feet. “Mistress, Master Martin wishes me to inform you we have fifteen minutes until we begin.”

Mistress Alice nodded. “Thank you, Tilly.” She smiled at Gia, “Have fun, sweet girl. Whoever gets you is going to have their hands full.”

“Thank you, Mistress.” Gia bent into a graceful curtsey.

The pair went farther down the line and Gia tried to slow her breathing. The redhead in front of Gia turned around and gave her a warm and dazzling smile. “First time?”

“Yes. Is it painfully obvious?”

“Yep. First timers are pretty easy to spot. You’re the only ones who aren’t excited. My name is Iris.”

“Gia. Nice to meet you.” Gia smiled and smoothed her hands against the sheer robe. “I take it by your lack of panic attacks you’ve done this before?”

“Oh, yes. This is my third time.” Iris gave a dreamy smile. “After the first auction, I was bought by a lovely Dominant couple. At the second auction, I met my husband, who is also my Master.”