Returning to Her Master

Cassie turned her face into his shoulder, her body still shuddering with pleasure. “No, sir. Never.”

“Good girl. For being so honest even though it embarrassed you, I’m going to reward you. Up on the bed now.”

She watched him out of wary eyes as he lifted her right arm and attached her wrist to a cuff before moving to secure her left one. She tugged once on the restraints, and a panicked look replaced the blissful afterglow of her climax. But before she could demand to be let go or say her safeword, Marc held her face between his palms and kissed her, using his mouth to soothe her fears. It took only moments for her to relax and begin kissing him back, for her body to strain against his in a silent plea for more.

“Better?” he asked when he lifted his mouth from hers.

“Yes, much, sir.”

As he stripped out of his clothes he couldn’t explain the desperation clawing at him to get inside her, claim her before another dom discovered what a treasure she was. It made no sense, he thought as he covered her body with his. He was in Omaha for the weekend then returning to his home in the Colorado Mountains. He wanted to return home, eager to get back to the peace of his quiet mountain and away from the bustling noise and constant activity of the big city. His feelings, the panicking sensation of sinking and going down fast every time he looked into her guileless blue eyes made no sense. But as he slid between her legs and into her tight, welcoming sheath and heard her small cry of pleasure, he couldn’t stop the out-of-control spiral of sensations bombarding him from all angles.

Chapter Two

“Marc. Am I welcome or would you rather I left?” Heart hammering, Cassie’s pulse had begun racing at just one look from the man who had changed her life in several, irrevocable ways.

“What are you doing here?” he demanded, his tone every bit as bitter as the emotions reflected in his eyes. Shock and anger at her unexpected arrival glittered like shards of glass in his green, accusing glare.

It had taken every bit of her nerve to come here tonight and face him, which left her vulnerable and nerveless in the face of his anger. He had changed little in two years and neither had her feelings for him. He still scared her, and he could still arouse her with a simple look from those enigmatic green eyes. She’d never forgotten him, never forgiven herself for fleeing from him like a naïve virgin, and had never come close to experiencing the pleasure he could give her with someone else. Watching the two men with one woman a few moments ago had in fact excited her, a complete reversal of how she had felt when Marc had tried to introduce her to ménage. Her initial response tonight had been shock, but the longer she watched, the more she saw. The men were gentle, their movements coordinated to bring the other woman nothing but pleasure, making Cassie long to be on the receiving end of such focused attention. She could have had that once, from Marc. But she had been too inexperienced to see what he offered her wasn’t a betrayal, but a gift.

“You told me once I’d be welcome to visit you anytime if I was ever in Colorado. I’m sorry, I should’ve called before I drove out here.” She turned, needing to flee from the unwelcome look on his face, only to be brought up short by the clasp of his hand on her arm.

With a sigh of irritation, he muttered, “Upstairs with me. Now.”

“You said I would always be welcome. Did you mean it?” she got up the nerve to ask him as he led her into a spacious loft apartment at the top of the stairs.

Marc winced. At the time he had meant those words. He would have said anything, done anything, to erase the look of betrayal on her face their third night together. After she had refused all attempts from him to get hold of her after that night, he had resigned himself to having failed at the one relationship that could have mattered to him. Why now? And just what did she want from him? Both questions fueled his annoyance and concern over the impossible position she had put him in.

Releasing her once they entered the loft, he glared down into her flushed, lightly freckled face, and knew right away he was in trouble. Dressed in a short blue skirt with a matching bustier, there was a maturity about her that had been lacking two years ago, and God help him, he found her even more appealing.

“Yes, I meant it. But for God’s sake, Cassie! That was two fucking years ago. I haven’t heard a word from you since you took my one call and ended it by telling me not to contact you again.” He recalled how much those words hurt and hardened himself against succumbing to those guileless blue eyes again, regardless of the temptation.

Cassie knew this would be difficult, but after learning he was still single, she hadn’t planned, she’d just acted. It had taken her two months and a stroke of good luck to get here, and she refused to give up without a fight. “I’m sorry. I should’ve let you know I was coming, but I didn’t want to give you a chance to talk me out of it.” Swallowing her pride, she looked at him with earnest openness. “I wanted a chance with you again so much I…” She was hesitant to tell him the extremes she had gone to in order to prepare herself for seeing him again. “I didn’t think about how you might feel about seeing me again.”

Marc had to fight to rein in his roiling emotions: anger at her for once again throwing his life and his feelings into turmoil; annoyance with himself for discovering he hadn’t gotten over their short time together like he thought he had; and royally pissed at finding he could still want her so much he could forgive her without hesitation, ready to pick up where they had left off all those months ago. She wanted a chance with him again, did she? He wondered how much she wanted it, and how much she had matured.

Stepping forward, he backed her against the wall, bracing his hands on either side of her as he stared down into her wary face. “You want a chance with me again, Cassie?” he asked, keeping his tone deceptively soft. “Show me how much you want that chance, how much you want me.”

Stunned at how right this felt, how right he felt when his mouth swooped down and took hers in a hard, wet kiss, Cassie sank into him, clung to his voracious mouth, her lips molding to his, her mouth opening without hesitation for the damp exploration of his tongue. Moaning, she leaned into him, her hands clutching his shoulders as she kissed him back with all the longing she’d tried and failed to suppress since seeing him last. When he moved to untie the top of her bustier and bare her breasts, she didn’t attempt to stop him, grateful for his quick action. She didn’t want either of them to have time to think, only to feel.

He cupped her breasts in his palms, squeezed her plump softness and pinched her nipples into stiff peaks, the acute pleasure spiraling down to her sheath. Dipping his dark head, he sucked her right nipple between his lips, laving it with his tongue and giving the left a tight pinch. She had to grip his shoulders to keep her balance as she gave a slight push toward his mouth, a silent plea for more. Reaching under her short skirt, he ripped the thong from her hips, surprising a gasp from her as he sought her core. She shuddered when he stroked the bare flesh of her labia, his low, guttural tone as much a turn-on as his exploring fingers.

“Fuck. What did you do with those pretty red-gold curls?”

“I heard men like it when women shave there,” she whispered, unable to prevent the spread of heated mortification up her face. “I had it waxed a few days ago.”

Marc explored the swollen, denuded folds before slipping between them with ease. “You heard right, darlin’, but I did like those pretty curls.” Relief at finding her sheath soaking wet made him lightheaded and heightened his urgency to feel her slick walls hugging his cock again, but his passion in response to her didn’t sit well with him.

Struggling to set aside his irritation at her unexpected arrival, he turned her toward the wall, pulled her hips back and shoved her feet apart. Grabbing her hands, he braced her palms against the wall where his had been. “Don’t move.” Flipping up her skirt, he swatted her ass as he released his cock before common sense and caution overruled his bod

y.

“Oh, God,” Cassie groaned, lowering her head between her arms, lifting her butt for his next swat, embracing the familiar burn, ecstatic her response to the blistering pain was just as she remembered. One hard, callused palm pressed against her stomach while he belabored her buttocks with the other, his swats coming faster, harder, his concentration on her butt exciting, his silence unnerving.

Her sharp cry following a painful slap on the sensitive skin of the under curve of her right cheek echoed in the loft, the harsh intake of his breathing sending a shiver down her spine.

“Please, Marc,” she whispered, wishing she could see his face yet glad she couldn’t. But her conflicting, roiling thoughts couldn’t compete with the pleasurable heat he took his time building across her butt, the throbbing of her abused flesh spiraling between her legs to be reciprocated in remembered pleasure.

Marc could no more ignore her desperate plea than he could continue to ignore his own demanding need. Grabbing her hips with both hands, he sank into her wet heat, the slick, welcome clasp of her vaginal walls and the enticing view of her bright red ass bringing him to a fever pitch in seconds. Giving in to his body’s demands, he pounded into her, ignoring the taunting little voice calling him a sap.