Right now, he was looking at a
very vulnerable woman, one who had to know he could dominate her. He could
already see her need to try to retake control creeping in. It was in the way
she tensed slightly beneath him, as if testing his hold on her, the manner in
which her gaze darted about his face, studying him. The man lucky enough to
become Rya’s Master would never be bored.
Pain lanced through his heart at
the knowledge that it wouldn’t be him, but he pushed it away. He forced away
thoughts of the future, focusing on the present and this woman. Once again, the
image of a wild rabbit came to mind, a creature that could be so soft and
cuddly, yet boldly outrun even the fiercest of predators because they were
smart. How ironic that he, a wolf, wanted to protect the little rabbit from the
other predators, to keep her safe and his alone.
Before his thoughts could turn to
more out of character and forbidden emotions, he pushed off of her. “Give me
your left arm and your left leg.”
She automatically obeyed and the
motion revealed her pussy to him. Such a beautiful cunt, flushed a dusky pink,
the full lips of her sex shiny with her arousal. Kissing her pussy was the
softest sensation he’d ever had against his mouth. He couldn’t wait to split
her plump labia with his cock. All in good time. First, he needed to get her in
the right headspace.
He picked up the big black
leather gauntlet and first pulled her calf through, then her forearm so it was
on the outside of her calf. This made her pull her leg back towards her chest
as she lay on her back, opening her pussy to him. “Is okay?”
Looking a little bit
apprehensive, she nodded. “Yes, Master.”
“Good. Do you need a cookie?”
She giggled and some of the
tension in her limbs eased. “No, Master. No cookie needed here. I trust you.”
He began to tighten the laces and
watched her carefully as he restricted her movements, searching for any sign of
panic. While he knew not being able to breathe was a trigger for her, he wanted
to make sure it wouldn’t remind her of drowning if she felt restrained. The
memory of her almost dying made him pause to steal a quick kiss before he
finished cinching up her leg and arm. After repeating the actions with her
right arm and leg, he stood back and admired her. Her legs were up and spread
wide, her arms pushed upwards and held next to her calves, which opened her
pussy and mounded her breasts for his pleasure.
Beautiful. All pale gold skin and
dark hair, and the apricot pink of her mouth and nipples made his mouth water.
She had a delicious, rich taste to her arousal, an earthy flavor that he wanted
more of. It was as if the essence of sex had been distilled into her honey, a
unique blend just for him. Unable to resist, he stroked the plump mound of her
cunt, loving the exquisite softness. She let out a low, shuddering moan,
jerking at her restraints without even being aware of it.
“Rya, look at me.”
She lifted her head and her
breath left her in an audible rush as he began to unbutton his shirt. He kept
his body in good shape, strong enough to kill any who threatened him, hard
enough to break the fist of those who dared strike out at him. Women liked his
body, he’d been told this on numerous occasions, but as he slowly pulled his
shirt off he watched her carefully for her reaction to his tattoos.
She pulled at her restraints and
breathed out, “Holy shit,” as her gaze roamed his torso.
He watched as her eyes traced
over the Cyrillic writing over his heart with the two entwined roses beneath
and the eight pointed stars on either shoulder. Then she looked lower and
licked her lips, her expression one of hunger and lust. When her gaze returned
to his face she gave him a truly wicked smile and said, “Master, you are the
hottest piece of ass I’ve ever seen.”
He shook his head, trying to hide
his pleasure that she wasn’t repulsed by his tattoos even though she probably
had no idea what they meant, he flipped open the button of his tuxedo pants and
drew them down his legs after kicking off his shoes. When he stood he watched her
face as he pulled his boxer briefs down, his erection sticking out hard and
throbbing from his body. She made a little whimpering moan and whispered,
“Please.”
“Please what, zaika moya?” He fisted himself, loving
the raw hunger on her face, the way her sweet pussy clenched as if imagining
him inside of her.
She licked her lips, her gaze
totally focused on his cock while her hands opened and closed as if she were
trying to grab something. “Please, take me. Fuck me, Master.”
“Such a greedy little girl,” he
chided softly and pulled a blindfold out of the bag.
He lay down on the bed next to
her and gently lifted her head, placing the blindfold on her and pressing down
to make sure the foam rings on the inside of the mask blocked her eyesight
completely. Once he was sure she couldn’t see him he leaned back and began to
explore her body at his leisure, indulging himself in the utter softness of her
form. When he gave her belly a squeeze, enjoying the give of her plump flesh,
she giggled and squirmed.
“Ticklish, yes?”
She pressed her lips together to
try and stop her giggles, but when he tickled along her ribs her laughter
filled the room. He loved her joy, loved how it seemed to make the world feel
like a better place, how it filled him and seemed to lift the gloom that
constantly shrouded his heart. She was light, pure and very warm. After a bit
he stopped his assault and she tried to roll on her side, little chuckles still
escaping her.
“Oh no, you don’t get away that
easy.”
He rolled her back and moved her
around so he could press her legs wide, then lap at her cunt. Her cries of
passion fed his ego, and he gently sucked her small clit between his lips. The
harsh grunt she gave made him suspect that she was close to orgasm. He looked
up, enjoying the way she abandoned herself to the pleasure. He licked around
her clit, trying to find where she liked to be stroked, how she liked her pussy
to be eaten. Without a doubt one of his favorite things to do was give a woman
oral pleasure. Not only because he enjoyed the taste of pussy, especially Rya’s
pussy, but because he loved the look of complete pleasure on a woman’s face
when she discovered that he was very, very good at it.
Rya’s arousal was so abundant
she’d actually made a wet spot on the bed beneath her bottom. He used one
finger to rub that silken fluid into the tight bud of her anus, enjoying her
little yelp, then low groan as he worked his finger in while giving her clit
feather light licks. She arched her neck and whispered his name before he
sucked on her sensitive nub, keeping his touch light.
She gave a soft, shuddering sigh.
“Harder, please, make me come.”
“Nyet, you will come when my cock is inside of you.”
“Shit,” she whispered, then
stiffened.
Grinning, he sat up, then rolled
her over so she was resting on her upper chest with her ass thrust up into the
air. In this position the thick lips of her sex spread enough for him to see
the juicy wetness within and his cock hurt with the need to fuck her. But he
wanted to give her a little spice first, to start to learn her body and what
made her crazy with desire.
With her round ass in the air he
couldn’t help the need to turn that olive skin pink. At the first spank she
moaned, deep in her throat, and she tried to raise her bottom higher. Hmmm, his
little Rya liked that. Giving her left buttock a harder smack he watched how
her toes curled, the way she sucked in a harsh breath. A smack to her right
cheek this time, his arousal surging at the way the flesh jiggled from his
spank. He loved curvy women and his dorogaya
was absolute perfection, the ultimate in feminine beauty.
Steadily increasing the strength
of his smacks he was surprised at how hard he was able to spank her before she
finally cried out in pain. Giving her one more spank, he then gently grasped
her bottom and licked the red skin, enjoying the heat of her abused cheek
beneath his lips, knowing that the scratch of his beard on her burning skin
stung. While he wasn’t cruel, he did have a bit of a sadist in him and enjoyed
giving submissives who enjoyed the spice of pain what they wanted.
The abundant arousal from her
pussy slicked her inner thighs, begging for his tongue to clean her. Her little
whimpering sounds made his balls draw up tight. He was close to losing control
and fucking her like he was dying to. He wanted to envelop himself in her, to
lose his mind while he sank into her wet heat. Fucking women was one of the few
things that took the numbness away and made him feel alive.
Moving back a little, he began to
spread her arousal around her anus with one finger while digging through his
bag with his other hand. After he found the anal beads he wanted, he cupped
them in his hand and pressed the sterling silver balls against the wet slit of
her pussy, lubricating the metal. Rya’s breath hitched and even though she
couldn’t see, she looked over her shoulder at him.
“Master, what is that?”
“It is nothing but pleasure.”
Her pretty lips curved into a
smile and she rested her head on the bed again, arching further into his touch.
The trust she had in him was evident in her every move and when he replaced his
finger with the first ball, pressing it against the entrance to her bottom, she
tensed.
“Easy, zaika moya. Relax for me. Give me what I want.”
She blew out a slow breath and
nodded, her bottom opening enough to allow the first small ball in. Wiggling
her hips, he watched as she grew accustomed to the intrusion, then began to
press the next ball in. This one was slightly bigger than the first, still
petite but with a little bit more substance. By the time all four balls were
in, a fine sheen of sweat on her skin made her body glow in the low light. He
smiled at the sight of the purple latex rope hanging from her bottom. Maybe he
would find her an anal plug that looked like a rabbit tail.
He grabbed a condom from his bag
and quickly slid it on, surprised to see how his hands were shaking with need.
Taking in a deep breath, he fisted himself and rubbed the head of his cock
against her pussy, groaning at the sensation of her soft flesh giving way to
his hard need. He was right, the feeling of those thick cunt lips on his cock
was one of the best things he’d ever experienced. By now she was pleading with
him in broken sentences to fuck her, to take her, to use her body.
He lined himself up with her entrance
and began to push in, the tight muscles of her small sex reluctantly giving
way. While he knew in theory she was little, it was an entirely different thing
to feel just how snug a fit his cock was as he pushed into her. Rya let out a
breathy whimper and he stroked his hand down her back and over her red bottom
to soothe her as he pressed deeper. It seemed like every new inch that he fed
into her set off a series of convulsions inside of her until he had to bite the
inside of his cheek.
There was no fucking way he was
coming when he hadn’t even fully entered her yet.
When he reached her cervix he
still had another inch of cock to give her, but he hesitated. Some women did
not like the feeling of an erection pressing against their cervix, but he
wanted to be all the way inside her, to have every centimeter of his dick
inside of her that he could. Reaching around her hip, he began to circle her
clit with his thumb then thrust into her. He made a strangled groan at the way
her sex clamped around him.
Rya bucked against him, a small
smile curving her lips before she whispered, “Fantastic.”
Title: Tartan
Deadlines 
In the three short years since Jamie Salisbury
began publishing her Romance stories, she has seen her books soar to #1 on
Amazon. Her novella Tudor Rubato was a finalist in the 2012 RONE (Reward of
Novel Excellence) award, and the cover won for Best Contemporary Cover. Now in
2014, her novel Life and Lies has been nominated for a RONE in the Erotica
category. She has expanded her audience to include several now published by
Secret Cravings Publishing.
