Decadent Master (20 page)

“Ljubljana?” Wynne whispered.

Trying to hide his jubilation, Dierk fought a grin. “Yes, My King. Thank you, Your Grace.” He watched as Shadow took a step backward.

That was it? He would go to Slovenia and oversee the rebuilding of the castle that was destroyed? That was no punishment. Hell, it was a reward!

“Ljubljana?” Wynne repeated.

He didn’t move until his brother was out of sight, then he leapt to his feet, hauled Wynne off the ground, and swung her in a wide circle. “Get ready, Sweetheart. We’ve been banished to the most beautiful place on earth.”

She squealed and giggled in that delightful way that had him smoldering.

Rolf clapped him on the back. “Congratulations!”

He turned to Rolf. “Thank you. For everything.”

After they shared a hearty hug, Rolf said, “It makes me happy seeing the two of you together.”

“You’ll find her someday, too,” Dierk said, “the woman you can’t live without. God help you when you do.” After giving Rolf another quick hug, he headed toward the house. He had a lot to look forward to, the least of which was taking home his Joined mate, his wife, and making love to her until neither of them could lift an eyelid.

This was too wonderful to be true. Not only was she married to the man of her dreams but she was lucky enough to enjoy a much deeper and more intimate bond with him. He was her Master. He was her husband. Her lover. Her partner. And, in the most literal sense, her soul mate. A piece of her belonged to him now, inhabited him, literally. Their fates were tied to each other, and she would have it no other way.

Now, when she gazed into Dierk’s eyes, she no longer saw dark shadows, secrets, sorrow, and regret, but hope, love, and joy.

It was time.

In their bedroom, she knelt before him, the oiled hemp rope she’d taken from his cabinet lying on the floor in front of her. More than anything, she wanted to feel his rope binding her, holding her tightly. A loving web, caressing, grazing, chafing.

“Please, Master. I’ve waited a long time for this.”

Dierk stood, went to her, cupped her chin, and brushed his lips over hers, a teasing, tempting kiss. “I couldn’t deny you anything. It may be me tying the knots around you, but you have bound me to your soul.”

He picked up the rope and stepped around her back. His breath caressed her nape, making her shiver. He leaned close and the heat from his body added tingles to the shivers. He eased a hand around her side and she closed her eyes and sighed.

He dragged the rope around her chest, just under the swell of her breasts. “Close your eyes, my love. Feel my caress.”

Wynne concentrated on her breathing as Dierk tied knot after knot around her torso, encasing her in a web of rope. As the web tightened, she began to feel an odd sensation, like she was floating. The soft ropes grazed her skin. It was so good. A patient, slow, and gentle seduction.

The rope between her legs shifted, rubbing against her pussy. She inhaled deeply…and sighed.

Dierk tied a few more knots down the center of her stomach, making her feel more helpless, powerless. But she wasn’t frightened, not when she knew Dierk had control. She heard him speaking. Her love. Her Master. Whispering in her head. “Surrender,” he said. “Let go.”

Yes, that was what she wanted to do, needed to do.

As he worked, more rope slid across her skin, the knots pressing against her breastbone, her stomach, her mound, and she felt some kind of energy zapping deep inside her. His voice grew louder. “Surrender, Wynne. Give me everything.” His words sent tingling vibrations through her body. It felt like a current of electricity was charging through her system. Up to her scalp and back down through her center, down her legs, her feet.

She opened her eyes and saw a faint light connecting her to her Master. It was rotating between them, joining them.

Confused, she started to pull back and fight his voice, trying to control the energy, to keep it inside. But the power of his words was too strong. It pulled her back under, like an overpowering surge of water, a wild tempest. She was lost but it was okay. Better than okay.

There were two energy streams now, their blended energies, pushing through her body, from her feet to her head. Out it rushed, into the head of her Master, down through his body, and back to her. It was magical. It was beyond words. Exquisite. Beautiful. Rare and precious. They were connected so intimately now that he didn’t have to touch her for her to feel his touch. All he had to do was think it.

She heard herself sigh again, but through Dierk’s ears this time, as if she was inside Dierk’s body and he in hers. Her reward was so close now, and yet she resisted its pull, wanting this moment to last. Her body was thrumming with sensual energy, her pussy ready to pulse with a hard climax. The churning was gathering force, like a storm cloud, a typhoon. She could come. Release was right there. And yet she held back, living this moment to its fullest. She had never been more energized and alive as now. She was one with Dierk, body, mind, and soul.

Pulsing heat slowly rippled out from her center, the sensation too wonderful for words or even thoughts.

“Sparrow,” he said.

She struggled. She fought. One more second, only one.

She lost.

An inferno swept through her body, and her pussy convulsed around aching emptiness. Muscles from her head to the soles of her feet spasmed as ecstasy charged along her nerves like jolts of electricity. She felt like she was racing to the stars, hurled through space. On and on the ecstasy continued through an eternity of unspeakable bliss. She soared to an impossibly beautiful place, hovered there for a short time, and slowly, gradually sank.

He was calling to her, coaxing her back.

When she opened her eyes, she was no longer bound in ropes. And Dierk was kneeling, cradling her in his arms, tears of joy trickling from his eyes.

“That was beautiful,” he whispered.

She took his hand in hers and kissed his palm, his fingertips, his wrist. “Thank you. For being my life. My love. My everything.” She placed his hand between her legs. “Make love to me now. Please. Not like a Master but a man. A husband.”

While kissing her to heaven and back, he carried her to the bed and set her down. She returned every stroke and stab of the tongue with one of her own as she scooted toward the center of the mattress, Dierk crawling on hands and knees over her. When she stopped her slow but steady progress, he wedged his hips between her thighs and settled on top of her. He cradled her head in his hands, lifting it and tipping it, deepening the kiss.

He tasted so good, felt even better. How grateful she was right now, having him here with her, touching her at last, kissing her. Finally, they were free to express their feelings, and she was so overcome she started to cry. Little sobs slipped up her throat, only to be swallowed by her husband.

He moved lower, kissing her neck, her collarbone, her breast. He flicked his tongue over her nipple, and little currents of pleasure zinged through her body.

Her pussy was hot, so hot. Wet.
Empty.
She didn’t want to wait any longer; the orgasm she’d enjoyed as she was bound was like the most intense foreplay she’d ever experienced. She could think of nothing but taking him deep, of their bodies joining like their spirits had moments ago.

She whimpered, reached down and stroked his thick rod. His skin was smooth as satin, sheathing granite. Warm and alive and perfect. He groaned, gave her nipple a little nip that made her shudder and kissed a warm, wet path to her clenching pussy.

Oh no. She wanted his cock. “No more…”

“Impatient, my precious?”

“Yes. And I’m not ashamed to admit it.” She tried for his cock again, but he had moved out of her reach, and he wasn’t letting her sit up. He pressed one hand to her breastbone, forcing her to lie back down. He lowered his head.

Oh no, he was going to…

The first swipe of his tongue nearly sent her to the moon. The second one had her writhing beneath him, caught up in an inferno of need. And the third sent a plea for mercy flying from her lips.

“Please, please,” she begged. She curled her fingers into his hair and pulled but he didn’t let up. He parted her labia and licked her hard pearl until she was quaking, on the verge of orgasm. “Dierkkkkkk…” She arched her back and parted her legs wider, but that did nothing to ease her torment.

Hard, thick cock. That was what she needed. Now. Right now. Not a second from now. Not a fraction of a second from now.

“Now,” she yelled. “Now!”

He chuckled. If she hadn’t been burning alive, she would have punched him. Hard. Instead, she grabbed his hair and pulled. This time, he moved, crawling up her body until his groin was pressed against hers. “Is this what you want?” He ground that thick rod against her pulsing clit.

“Yes,” she whispered between clenched teeth. “Deep. Fuck me.”

He lifted her knees, found her entrance, and surged inside.

She saw stars.

Her body coiled into one tight knot.

An inferno whipped through her body.

Then he started moving inside her and their bodies worked as one, meeting and retreating in a beautiful dance. She felt their energies blending again and that wonderful sensation whirled through her system once more. But this time, she wasn’t alone, swooping and soaring on a sparkling current of energy. Dierk was there with her, and they could see, hear, feel, and think what the other did. Their thoughts blended, their needs merged, their wishes and fears melded until there was no separation, only union.

In this state, they found completion and an ecstasy that couldn’t be imagined. Their combined orgasm was more powerful than anything Wynne had ever experienced, more beautiful and furious than any force of nature she’d seen—tornado, tidal wave, hurricane, volcano.

And the peace afterward, the contentment and joy—heavenly.

She had no idea who or what was responsible for their finding each other, and for all the pieces falling into place as they had, but she knew she would always be grateful.

She realized her whole life, both the heartache and the happiness, had led her to this point, to this man. To this moment. If she had missed a turn, if John hadn’t dumped her for a cross-dressing Dom or if Kristy hadn’t dragged her to Twilight, would they have found each other? Would she have lost out on knowing the perfect, unparalleled joy of total submission?

Someday, she would thank John for forcing her out of her imaginary world where they were in love and everything was perfect.

But in the meantime, she had a Dom to please. And please him, she would. In as many ways as she could.

Thanks to her experiences at Twilight, she had a whole new understanding of herself. But more than anything, now she knew a kind of loving that went beyond the ordinary. Sex was no longer a joining of two bodies; it was a joining of two spirits.

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“W
ell, hell.”

Luke Warner leaned back and squinted up at the hole in the ceiling, certain he could see the blue sky beyond. He sure had his work cut out for him, but that was what he’d wanted, right? Something to do with his hands, something to connect him to his past. He grimaced as his gaze swept the broken countertops and shelves, the holes in the floor, the leaking pipes.

The old Warner family drugstore on the corner of Keystone and Main in Gulch Town, California, had definitely seen better days. For some reason, he decided it was his job to put it right. It smelled of dirt and mildew now, but once, the store had its own distinct odor of popcorn, coffee, and candy. Luke remembered sitting on a high stool watching his grandpa weigh a handful of pills on the old scales, the way he’d wrapped them in brown paper, the clunking ring of the manual cash register.

His father hadn’t wanted to run the shop, and it had been left to rot until Luke had shown up and demanded the key from his perplexed Aunt Josie. With a sigh, he picked up his sleeping bag and rucksack and walked to the back of the store. There was one room with a door that still locked and an outside toilet with running water and a sink. That would have to do until he got himself fixed up.

He laid out his sleeping bag, stretched out on it, and kicked off his dusty boots. It was a small town. It wouldn’t take long for folks to hear he was back. He smiled into the gathering shadows. What would Paul and Julia do then?

Paul let himself in through the back door of Julia’s small condo and found her in the kitchen stirring something that smelled like chicken on the stove. He came up behind her and planted a kiss on the back of her neck. She squeaked, and he wrapped his arms around her hips and nuzzled her throat. Strands of her silky brown hair tickled his face. She dropped the spoon into the pan and swung around to face him.

“Don’t you ever knock?”

He touched the brim of his Stetson. “No, ma’am, I was brought up in a barn, remember?”

She leaned back against the countertop, her blue eyes serious, her normally laughing mouth a worried line. “That joke is getting old.”

“Yeah, I reckon I’ve been making that one since kindergarten.” He raised his eyebrows at her. “So, what’s up? You seemed kind of jittery when you called.”

“I just spoke to Roxanne. She says Luke is back in town.”

Paul blinked at her. “Our Luke?”

Well, he’s scarely ‘ours’ anymore, is he? We haven’t seen or heard from him in ten years. But Luke Warner is definitely here.”

Paul studied Julia’s flushed face. “And?”

“And what?”

“What do you want to do about it?”

“About Luke?” She shrugged, and one of the thin straps of her blue camisole fell down from her shoulder. He noticed she had no bra underneath. “I don’t know.”

Paul stepped closer until his large body was only inches away from Julia’s. Her nipples tightened through the thin cotton of her cami, and her breathing hitched. He put his hands on her waist and set her on the tiled countertop, reaching over to turn off whatever was cooking on the stove.

“You want to see him, don’t you?”

She looked up at him, and he bent his head and licked a slow, lascivious line along the seam of her lips.

“He’ll be hard to miss in a town as small as this.”

“That’s not an answer.” Paul slid a hand under her camisole and cupped her right breast, used his finger and thumb to twist her nipple to a hard, needy point. She sighed and shoved her hand into his hair, wiggled closer to the edge of the counter, until her sex rode the thick ridge of his cock in his jeans.

“You want to see him up close and personal, right?” He murmured between kisses and nips. He went still when she caged his face in her hands.

“Don’t you want to know why he left?”

“Of course I do, but…”

She smiled at him and unbuckled his belt and straining fly. “But, you’re worried I’ll run off with him?” She wrapped her hand around his cock and squeezed hard, just the way he liked.

“Yeah,” he admitted, as she pulled down her shorts with one hand and let them fall to the floor. “You always liked him best.”

His fingers plucked at her clit and then slid into the thick wetness of her pussy. He took her hand away from his cock and shoved himself deep into her slick heat, held still as she shuddered around him. Sometimes he liked it like this, hard and fast, Julia having to catch up, giving him every orgasm right around his thrusting shaft rather than against his fingers or mouth.

Tonight he wanted to fuck her hard, as if he could somehow slow down time and make her realize she didn’t want to go anywhere near Luke Warner, that she wanted only him. She cried out and her pussy clenched around his cock. Paul kept slamming into her and only climaxed when she came again, squeezing every last drop of cum out of his balls.

She stroked the back of his neck, her fingers soft. “I don’t like him best. I like you. You stayed, remember?”

He lifted his head to stare at her. “I had no choice. I couldn’t go off and leave the ranch, now, could I?”

“My hero.”

She smiled at him, and he had to smile back. “I don’t mind if you see Luke, honey. I’d like to see him myself.”

“You would?” Julia studied him and then her gray eyes narrowed. “Not if you’re going to beat him up, Paul.”

“I wouldn’t do that.” He pulled out of her and handed her his handkerchief to clean up. “I’d sure appreciate an explanation though. He was my best friend, too. We did everything together, had our first smoke, our first beer, our first mutual jerk off…”

“Your first fuck.”

Paul kissed her nose. “I prefer to think we were making love to you. It was so fucking sweet.
You
were so fucking sweet to let us.”

Julia slipped down from the countertop and pulled her shorts back on. Her slow, dreamy smile indicated that she was as caught up in the past as he was. “If it was so sweet, why did Luke skip town right after?”

Paul tucked his cock back into his boxers and zipped up his jeans. “I don’t know. That’s one of the reasons I want to talk to him.”

Julia washed her hands and turned back to the stove. “I hear he’s staying at the old drugstore on Main.”

“That wreck? Why the hell isn’t he bunking with his aunt? Maybe he’s out of money and came back because he had no choice.” Paul sat down at the table and stared at the stove expectantly. It was a five-mile drive back to his ranch, and he already knew he had nothing but beer and beef in his refrigerator. If he was staying over, and after Julia’s call, he’d had no choice but to turn around and come see her, he loved getting fed as well as fucked.

“I have no idea, but perhaps we should drop by tomorrow and see how he’s doing?”

Paul grinned at her. “Yeah, perhaps we should.”

“Paul?”

“Yeah, honey?” Paul croaked and opened his eyes to find Julia propped up on her elbows looking down at him, her breasts grazing his chest, her long legs straddling his hips. He had no idea what time it was, only that he was in her bed and that it was still dark. Despite the fact that they’d already made love twice, his cock stirred against her wet, warm sex.

“That question you asked me. The one I didn’t want to answer?” Julia kissed his forehead. “You’re right. I would like to get up close to Luke again.”

Paul carefully lifted her off him and rolled onto his side. He tried to sound casual, even though he knew she wouldn’t buy it. “So, do you want me to stay out of the way at the ranch while you fuck him?”

“Why would you do that?”

He shrugged and tried to smile. “Because I’m trying to be the better person, here. I’m trying to give you choices.”

“That’s not like you at all.”

“I know.” Hell, it was the hardest thing he’d ever contemplated, giving Julia up, especially to Luke Warner.

She reached out and touched his chest, stroked her fingers over his nipples. “I kind of thought you’d like to be there, too.”

He studied her carefully in the dim light. “When you say ‘there’ do you mean like, physically there?”

“Yes.”

His cock reacted quicker than his brain, showed its appreciation of the idea by filling out hard and fast. In the beginning it had always been the three of them and they’d learned about sex together. Somehow, it had felt right and he couldn’t shake the notion that it would always feel right. “Like, both of us?”

“That depends on Luke, doesn’t it?” Julia’s tentative smile cut through the darkness. “I always think of us as a threesome, don’t you? Or does that make me some kind of voracious slut?”

“Not in my book, honey.” He rolled on top of her and drove his cock deep, felt her curl her arms and legs around him and hold him tight. “I’m happy to do whatever you want as long as I’m part of it.”

She lifted her hips into his thrusts and he kept on pumping, slid his hand between them to finger her clit and bring her off with him. He couldn’t contemplate sharing Julia with any other man but Luke, and, to be fair, she’d never expressed an interest in fucking anyone else. And, as far as anyone knew, they’d been a couple since high school. The least he could do was give them all a chance to explore every aspect of their old relationship. That was only fair. He groaned as his cum exploded into Julia. Sex with Julia was always excellent; with Luke involved, it might be awesome.

Julia sipped her second cup of coffee and squinted into the sunlight filtering through the blinds of her small kitchen. Paul had gotten up early and gone home to his ranch. Since his parents had decided to retire to Florida, he never had the luxury of walking away from it completely. Despite having some staff to help out, something always required attention, even if it was as dull as repairing fence line or doing the accounts.

When it got really busy out there, during cattle drives, birthing or branding, Julia often went out and stayed with him. She half-smiled. Otherwise she would never see him. And she liked seeing him. Liked the way he used his big, strong, body too…

With a sigh, she got off the stool and picked up her briefcase. Time to get to work and face another day of exciting fiscal challenges at the one and only bank in Gulch Town. Not that much ever happened. The most exciting thing this year was when Mr. Murphy’s crazy sheepdog had gotten loose and chewed up a load of paperwork and a couple of chairs.

She’d been beyond excited to become assistant manager because it meant she could stay in her hometown, but it also meant she had to deal with Mr. Glynn, the complete asshole who ran the bank and was slowly driving her nuts. Unfortunately he had at least four years before he was due to retire, so unless she wanted to move jobs, or be sent to prison for murder, she was stuck with him. And she’d never wanted to leave, had she? With an ever-changing cast of stepfathers, her only security had come from Paul, Luke, and Gulch Town.

As she walked to her car, she wondered how Luke was doing. How on earth was he going to survive in that wrecked old store his family had abandoned years ago? She knew that several offers had been made to the family to buy up the prime retail space, but they’d all been refused. Had Luke intended to come back all along? Had he been the one behind the family decision not to sell?

On that tantalizing thought, Julia got into her car and drove the five minutes to work. If Luke was moving back, surely he’d need funds? And, as Mr. Glynn preferred golf to sitting behind his desk, she was nominally in charge of the only bank in town. It looked like she might be seeing Luke even sooner than she had anticipated.