Master of Submission [Masters of Submission 1] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (19 page)

“Just one thing, Sir. Is there something I can bite down on, in order to keep silent?”

Zane smiled. Emma had her head screwed on. He strode across to the dresser and removed a leather gag. “I will permit you to bite down on this, my pet. Although you will need to spit it out when you finally submit to me.” Staring into his eyes, she bit down on the gag. “Are you comfortable with this?” he asked. She nodded her acceptance. “Then the challenge has begun.”

The curve of her rump did things to him no other part of a woman’s anatomy could. He slipped off his sweatpants and tossed them dismissively aside. Completely naked now, he placed a packet of condoms in her direct line of vision. He was letting her know he was in charge, and would have her ass come what may. Her baby blue eyes followed him around the room. He guessed she was wondering when he would take complete control of her body.

For theatrical effect, he couldn’t resist tossing a large vibrator onto the mattress, too. A shiver ran the length of her body as he drifted his fingers over her thighs. Then he gently slid a hand between her legs, and with the faintest of touches, caressed her pussy. “Mmm, you’re so wet, my pet.”

Her head dropped and her shoulders flexed as she fought the impulse to moan with pleasure.

Zane teased an index finger into her wet, feminine folds. Moving the moisture he found there, he circled it over her engorged clit. He began servicing her with two fingers, sliding them deep into her pussy, and then back over clit. It didn’t take him long to free her first orgasm. He delighted in the way Emma trembled uncontrollably as she bit down on the gag.

“Well done, my pet,” he praised. “Your resistance is impressive, yet ultimately futile. I will now raise the stakes.” He leaned forward and grabbed the vibrator. He switched it on and touched it against her clit. Within thirty seconds, another orgasm, stronger this time, escaped from her. It pulsed and fizzed, but still she refused to let a sound leave her lips. Zane was becoming increasingly impressed with Emma’s resilience.

He leaned over her and tenderly brushed a wayward blonde strand from her face. In her effort to contain all sound, tears streamed from her eyes. He loved getting this reaction from a sub. Emma fitted so well into his lifestyle. He needed her in his life.
I love this woman.

Zane kissed her delicate shoulder, and slipped a hand under her heaving breast. He adored her soft, womanly flesh, and couldn’t resist teasing an aroused nipple between his finger and thumb. “Are you ready to give in?” he whispered against her ear.

When she fiercely shook her head, he loved her even more. “Such strength of character, an admirable trait. But make no mistake, my pet. You will lose this game. Now you leave me no alternative.”

Zane held the whirling tip of the vibrator to her clit, as he sunk three fingers deep inside her cunt. Touching the inside of the woman he loved more than life itself, felt highly erotic, especially when a sexy tight band of muscles gripped his fingers. “Mmm, baby, I love the way you do that.” He watched her beautiful face getting closer and closer to submission. “Oh that’s it, my pet, let it all out.” When yet another strong climax was forced from her body, Emma spat the gag from her mouth.

“Sir! Sir! I give in. You win. You win.”

Zane immediately tossed the vibrator aside then smoothed his hands over her gorgeous, creamy butt. “You lost the challenge, my pet. It was inevitable that you would. Your cute little ass now belongs to your Master.”

Her face was flushed and her breathing fast and ragged. Still recovering from her last climax, her whole body trembled and vibrated with need.

After applying fresh lube to his fingers, he touched one to her puckered hole. “Relax, my pet. Don’t fight me, and all will be well.” He speared one finger inside her butt, and immediately her whole body went rigid. “If you fight me, it will hurt. Just relax and trust me.”

Emma took a deep breath as he eased a finger inside her. Slowly her body began to relax. He guessed she found the sensation strangely erotic and arousing. “That’s better, my pet. Much better. Trust your Master, he knows what’s best for you.”

“Yes, Sir, I will, Sir.”

Using two, and then three fingers, Zane continued pleasuring her butt hole, stretching the sphincter muscles until he was sufficiently satisfied she was ready to receive him. He noted with satisfaction, that his cock stood achingly hard as he rolled a condom down its considerable length.

“Deep breath, baby. Relax…relax…just relax.”

As she took a deep, apprehensive breath, Zane pressed his aroused cock to her butt hole. “You have pleased your Master.” He enjoyed watching his cock slowly sink into her lubed ass, until it disappeared entirely. Fucking hell, she was deliciously tight. He possessively gripped her hips in an act of ownership, and began pumping inside her.

Her whole body lifted as he made the first outward stroke. “My slave is beginning to like this,” he teased.

“Yes, Sir, it feels very erotic, and—” She stopped speaking.

“Go on,” he urged.

“Forbidden, Sir. It feels like a forbidden pleasure. I feel I shouldn’t be enjoying it, but I am.”

“Excellent, my pet.” His words were breathy, and he felt a rivulet of sweat trickle down his forehead as he watched his impressive girth slide in and out of her anus.

Kneeling behind her, he smoothed his palms over her creamy ass cheeks before trailing them along the length of her flawless back. Her skin felt soft and warm as he stretched over her. He placed a hand either side of her arms and dipped down to plant a kiss between her shoulder blades. Maintaining the perfect rhythm, he pumped his cock deep inside her virgin ass, as he peppered tiny kisses to her neck. “You feel so good, baby, real good,” he whispered in her ear. “More than good, you’re fucking perfect.” With her head resting on one side, Zane smoothed his hand to her cheek and brushed away a stray hair. He looked into her soft blue eyes, finally realizing something he’d already known for a long time. Emma was the most important person in the world to him.

“I love you, baby.”

A deep sigh of contentment left her lips, and a teardrop slowly meandered down her cheek. “Please tell me this isn’t part of the game, Sir. Please tell me you’re not teasing, because I love you so, so much, too.”

He gently wiped the running teardrop from her face and sucked the salty moisture from his finger. “I’m not teasing you, baby. I’ve never been more serious in my life.” Zane kissed the cute freckles that dusted her perfect shoulder, and smiled against her skin. Fighting to control his rapid breathing, as he continued to pump inside her, he said, “Sometimes, when you meet someone, you just know they’re the right one for you. I felt that the moment we first met, Emma. You mean everything to me, baby. You’re something else.”

He smoothed a hand under her belly, caressing a finger over her clit. Each time he filled her butt, he teased a finger to her sensitive nub. Like music to his ears, whimpers of satisfaction began spilling from her lips.

“Come for me, baby. Come for me.” His softly spoken words finally sent her over the edge. A series of unstoppable spasms began building, before flowing relentlessly from her pussy. He could feel them in her anus, gripping his cock and teasing the seed from him. He made two more inward strokes, thrusting his length even deeper inside her ass with long, driving lunges that made his balls bang against her pussy lips. Emma’s screams of pleasure reached a crescendo, filling the room as she took what he gave. He gave it to her hard, and she loved it.

Zane felt the semen pulse explosively down his cock and burst inside her virgin ass with two orgasmic jerks. The feeling of love and happiness he felt at that precise moment was life changing. He’d never experienced feeling so at one with a woman before. Craving her nearness, he couldn’t resist holding her close. He tenderly kissed her naked back as he lay on top of her, savoring the moment. Zane knew without doubt there could never be anyone but Emma. She was his soul mate, his reason for living.

* * * *

One hour later

Happiness and contentment pervaded every part of Emma’s body and mind as she lay nestled against Zane’s muscular shoulder. She sighed, and smoothed her hand over his warm flesh. Sir loved her. This sexy man actually loved her.
How wonderful is that?

Zane lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her fingers slowly, one by one. His deep blue eyes sparkled as their gaze connected. “Hello, sleepyhead.”

Emma snuggled into his embrace. “Was I asleep?”

“For about an hour.”

“Mmm, I feel glorious, Zane. Whenever you turn all dominant on me, I feel so…” She playfully slapped his arm. “Oh, you know how I feel.”

He laughed. “Course I know. It’s the endorphins released in your brain, baby.”

“Maybe, but I feel even more on cloud nine now I know you love me.”

Zane squeezed her hand, and then reached over to his bedside cabinet. He pulled open a drawer and removed a small, red velvet box.

He kissed her lips. “I want you to have this. It was meant to be your Christmas present, but I love you so much, I’m giving it to you now.” He smiled into her eyes as he handed her the small delicate package.

Trying to contain her excitement, Emma pulled herself into a more upright position, propping two pillows behind her head for comfort. Wide-eyed, she asked, “What is it, Zane?”

“You won’t know unless you open it.” He playfully touched her nose. “Go ahead. You deserve it.”

Like a small child celebrating her birthday, she lifted the lid on the elegant box. Taking a sharp intake of breath, she feverishly examined the sparkling contents. Sitting shoulder-high, supported by luxurious red velvet was the biggest, most beautiful diamond ring Emma had ever seen. She knew her eyes were wide with surprise as she turned to Zane.

Her mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. A teardrop slid from the corner of her eye, swiftly followed by another, then another. “Oh, Sir, it’s beautiful.”

Zane carefully lifted the sparkling diamond cluster from its mounting. It was made up of a huge white diamond surrounded by ten smaller stones. “Give me your hand, baby.”

Holding her breath, and barely able to contain her happiness, she did as he asked. “Look at me,” he seductively hissed as he slowly began to slip the ring onto her finger. “This ring is a token of my love for you. It is a symbol of my commitment. I want to marry you, Emma. Please say yes.”

Completely stunned, she could only stare into his wonderful blue eyes. “Oh, Zane, my darling. I love you so much. Of course I’ll marry you. You’ve made me the happiest girl alive.”

They kissed, a wonderful kiss that sealed their love for eternity. “You honor me with your acceptance, baby. You’re mine, and I promise I will love you, always and forever.”

New Year’s Eve: Club Submission, Masquerade Ball: 11:57 p.m.

“Good people, it’s almost midnight, so grab your partner, and let’s see in the New Year together.” Master Matthew’s voice boomed over the mic. He stood center stage, dressed as a Roman centurion. The evening had been a great success. The whole place was full to overflowing with partygoers wearing various costumes from history. The plea to support Club Submission against the powers that wanted to close it down had filtered through the BDSM community. All the regulars and several new members were present tonight.

The police had finally arrested a man who lived in the apartment directly across the hallway from Chloe Watts. Steve Forester, the thirty-five-year-old blue-collar worker, had apparently seemed perfectly innocuous to everyone who knew him. Single and living alone, he’d slipped under the radar. Fortunately, criminals were no match for modern technology. His DNA in the form of semen had been found in Chloe’s body. Provisional reports suggested that he’d demanded sex from Chloe, but she’d refused. Quite how a man could go from that scenario, to strangling an innocent woman, was beyond Emma’s understanding.

Club Submission had never been connected with the murder of her best friend after all.

Emma toyed with the engagement ring on her finger, enjoying the feeling it gave her. As she looked at the sparkling cluster of gems, she felt a tinge of sadness. Her best friend was dead. She said a silent prayer for Chloe, praying that wherever she was, she’d found peace. In small ways and big ways, Chloe had touched all their lives. She’d made a difference that had affected every single member of the club. She was sure no one here would ever forget her.

Emma eagerly looked for Zane. At six-foot-three, she saw him standing tall in the crowd, talking to a club member dressed as the Mongol warlord Genghis Khan. By the tattoos decorating his forearms, she guessed the man was Master Hunter. She smiled. The devil outfit really suited Zane. It depicted his personality just about right. A feeling of utter contentment flooded her system when he waved to her, and began making his way back to their table. He was her whole life now. Nothing else mattered.

Dressed as Cleopatra, Emma stood, and reached for him as the countdown began.

“Five.”

Zane squeezed her hand before lifting it to his lips.

“Four.”

Emma smiled up into his face. They had the New Year to embrace. It was a new start, and a new beginning.

“Three.”