In Control (16 page)

Not yet...not yet...
He bit the inside of his cheek. He focused on the small flare of pain and used it as an anchor for his sanity. Tension thrummed through his body. She'd probably wear fingertip bruises later.

"Now comes the question." He was conscious of the hoarse rasp of his voice. "The final moment you can step away from this dynamic in accordance with our community structure. You can exit using buyer's remorse now, if you want to. And so, I ask you: do you accept me?"

The ritual question was more than words, at least to those in their lifestyle. It presented, for her acceptance or rejection, all the hungers and needs and wants and the burning intensity that was Zach Roberson. Would she accept those needs and demands as the lighthouse of her life?

Would the slave accept him inside her body, her mind, and her soul?

"Yes, Master."

She offered up a sweet smile of obedience and submission. Her acceptance slammed into him with the same unexpected ferocity as the mountain of supply boxes had done back in the war. His heart wrenched from a startling realization. Her submission had taken something from him that he'd never realized he could lose: his ability to be alone.

It didn't bother him to give up that part of himself.

He would take her, just as thoroughly she'd taken him.

"Mine," he said and pushed into her body.

Around him, her muscles tensed, clamping down on his cock and bringing a flare of pleasure along the length of his spine. She moaned and clutched at her thighs, her knees, the bed linens. He rocked his hips, making small, gentle forays against the tight muscles. She loosened and he slid forward, inch by inch--her gasps and moans; his hungry growl--until his cock was fully sheathed inside her body.

"Ah, God! Master..."

"Good girl."

He set a gentle but intense pace.

* * * *

Zach pushed into her, slipped back a bit, and pushed forward again. Each slide of his lube-slicked and condom-covered cock into her sensitive passage threw her farther and farther away from herself. Impaled on his relentless penetration, she could only writhe, moan...and feel. He plundered her awareness, tore her from her personal foundations and cast her adrift in a maelstrom of intensity, helplessness, and the knowledge that she, Annabel, no longer belonged to herself.

The scent of sex filled the air and spun her senses. Their primal, hungry murmurs of need and desire played against the tempo of the headboard thumping against the wall.

He rearranged his thumbs, moving them from her buttocks to her pussy and used them to spread her open. Cool air wafted across her hypersensitive clitoris. She forced her eyes open. The brightening sunlight glinted across the mountains and valleys of his chest and rippling abdomen. His gaze never left the action between their legs. He watched:

The cock shuttling in and out of her body.

Her body straining to accept and accommodate him.

The folds of her pink and wet cunt.

Her hairless labia flutter with the unconscious plea for a vaginal penetration.

He watched.

"Play with yourself. Come for me."

She did...and did. His roar followed her over the edge.

Together they fell into the golden dawn.

One month later

Zach led Annabel up the three stairs leading to Mike's house. The community had decided to have a last brush with the sun by enjoying a poolside barbeque. The eight months of rain and gray would arrive with the turning of the leaves. Soon. Autumn lay on the horizon.

Of course, Zach had been invited. His status as Jeremy's brother and Seth's lessee ensured his name on the guest list. Zach's acceptance had requested two settings and asked what they should bring.

Mike's refusal had been firm. Zach need only bring himself and his guest.

Beneath the light jacket she wore to protect her Portland pale skin from the infrequent sun and curious neighbors' eyes, the slave silks Zach had purchased fluttered in the brisk wind. Cotton ball-shaped clouds sprinkled the cerulean sky. Purple and scarlet streaks filled the western horizon from the lowering sun.

Zach rapped on the front door and was welcomed inside. A chorus of greetings rose from the room's occupants, which he returned with pleasantries and his movie star smile. Her welcome wouldn't be so pleasant, she reminded herself, and pressed close to his straight and strong back.

He turned his back to the room and shut the door behind him. With a hard tug, he stripped the jacket, her camouflage, from her body. She whimpered, feeling exposed and unsure of herself.

"Relax," he whispered. "You're with me. C'mon."

Obedient, she followed in his footsteps as he moved deeper into the house. Curious folks peered at the shadow behind Zach, trying to identify who he'd he brought. Her goal was to be equal parts composed and invisible, especially since Kaydee and Ceci had already arrived. Unfortunately, she failed with the invisibility part, if she was any judge of the venom in their expressions. The shortened mop of copper hair hadn't done much to conceal her face.

Courage, chick
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Annabel tossed her head. As hoped, the living room lamplight flashed over the steel collar around her neck. Those two still wore the leather indicating they hadn't been chosen by a master.

Color flooded Ceci's face at the sight of Annabel behind Zach. Despite all her groveling to and begging a certain member of their community, she'd not been accepted. And Kaydee had been kicked out of her former master's house. "Topping from the bottom" had been the whispered reason, but the foul, lying bitch preferred the statement, "Released to do my own thing."

Ugly to the soul, the both of them, living their ignominious lives of artifice.
That could have been my fate if Zach hadn't come to town.

She caught sight of Jeremy. He'd been coming through the door and had stopped short at spotting her. Both her presence and her garb must have come as an unwelcome surprise. She knew too much.

She pressed close to Zach and tucked her hand into his waistband, needing contact with his aura. She felt cold. The ceiling fans stirred the air. She shivered.

"You're fine," Zach said. "You're mine. Don't forget that."

And with those words, yes, she was fine. He was her hero. He would defend his property. Protect it. In his steel, she was not afraid.

Well, not too much...

Zach stopped beside the food-laden table. He nodded at Mike, who stood behind a platter of grilled meats. He'd watched their approach and nodded a return greeting. Liz, in charge of ladling punch from a large crystal bowl on the sideboard, froze in the act of filling a plastic cup with the pink liquid. Her eyes widened. An ice cube fell back into the punch and splashed her silks, although she didn't seem to notice.

A stunned silence filled the room. Music throbbed merrily, but it did nothing to lessen the suddenly brittle atmosphere. The scent of food cramped her stomach. Seth moved into sight from the hallway, Abby behind him. Annabel tightened her hand around Zach's waistband.

"Welcome, Zach," said Mike.

Zach stood tall, his shoulders square and his spine straight. Pride filled the air around him. The open patio doors framed him, giving everyone a view of the superhero he was. "I pledge myself to this community," he stated. "Simply call me, and I'll help as best I can, however I'm needed."

The ring of authenticity in his voice filled his vow with the sound of absolute commitment.

"Your deployment is finished?"

The muscles along Zach's back visibly tensed. He nodded. "Medical discharge."

Sympathy flicked across Mike's expression before he quickly smoothed it away. "Who is that at your heels?"

"I come with a slave. This is my Annabel."

The weight of multiple pairs of eyes pressed against her. She removed her hand from Zach's waistband and knelt. The carpet beneath her knees blurred, Zach's proud public claim of ownership having brought tears to her eyes.

Into the startled silence, Seth spoke. "Good girl."

She raised her eyes from the floor and sought Zach's. His words were her comfort. His approval was her joy. He, her need.

Zach smiled down at her. "Very good girl."

Mike's voice boomed through the room. "Welcome, Zach. And welcome his slave, Annabel."

Annabel smiled at the words. With Zach, anywhere was home.

Michelle Robbins began reading romance novels in middle school. Her passion for that genre has continued to this day. Imagine her surprise when Romance blended with Erotica. Stories poured out of her!

Michelle is a nerd by day and by night. Blessed to live among the glory and grandeur of the USA's Pacific Northwest, she shares her home with three cats, four fish, her dreams and many, many daily critter visitors.

Come play among her imaginings. She promises that it won't hurt.

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