Into His Keeping (34 page)

In the bathroom, he pointed at the toilet. “Sit. Pee if you can.”

Holdin disposed of the condom from his cock and turned to the shower to flick it on. His tone told her to sit on the toilet. His words said he didn’t care if she couldn’t pee, that was where she was instructed to be. His complete ownership extended to this room and he was making sure she knew it.

Jill sat on the toilet and studied her toes, unable to even look up. She couldn’t pee but several drops of his cum and her juices slid out of her. Her shuddering body calmed as she breathed deeply. What were they doing? What was happening to her?

His fierce demeanor was a side she’d never seen. Her reaction to him like this was a shocking revelation. She’d read novels about domination and submission. Read a lot of them in her lonely hunger these last years. Recognizing herself in the submissive heroines hadn’t been difficult, but since she’d never experienced this level of submission, she hadn’t realized how much she wanted it.

The events in those novels turned her on, gave her a squirming thrill. But she’d still distanced herself from them by believing it was just a naughty fantasy. Like looking through a peephole into a world she would never visit in person.

Today he’d taken her to the other side of the peephole. She sat trembling on a toilet with his seed dripping out of her. Her body was on fire and it was his harsh, demanding use that had made her that way. She was afraid, afraid of the woman she hadn’t known she was. This woman who shuddered with excitement as she watched him across the tiled floor was a stranger. And yet, she’d been deep in Jill’s soul for so long.

Jill blushed as he glanced back at her.

“Come. Get in,” he commanded as he slid the shower door open.

Jill shyly wiped and followed him into the steamy cubicle. Holdin was standing under the water, letting it stream over him with his eyes closed. Again the beauty of his glistening body struck Jill. Every muscle was distinct under the light fur of his golden body hair. Across his chest the fur became a pelt that narrowed down and darkened to a slender line between the hard ridges of his tight midriff. Below his navel the dark blond curls surrounding his cock and balls seemed an appropriate cushion for those impressive parts.

Jill was so enthralled watching the clear water sluice down his body that she didn’t realize his eyes were open, watching her. At her renewed blush his smile was almost tender. Holdin stepped out of the spray.

“Wash me,” he instructed quietly. Jill reached for the washcloth. “No, soap your hands.”

Jill took the soap and slicked her hands with it. Hard, hot steel met her touch. Soft fur, firm tendons, this was an amazing new torture, she realized. Her body was zinging with unfulfilled need. His forcing her to run her hands over his body only took her right back to sexual desperation. He didn’t touch her, simply turned occasionally to accommodate her.

Up to this point he’d done almost all the touching. Restraining her or arranging her as he chose. Commanding her to indulge her senses in this sensual bathing showed her one more way he knew exactly what she needed.

Jill didn’t realize she’d started moaning as her lips opened to pant in air. She vibrated on the high wire of erotic indulgence as she obediently caressed every inch of him. Lovingly outlining his magnificent muscles in slow gratification. He decided when she was finished. She’d have stood there for hours petting him.

Under the spray, he pulled her to his chest. As the soap rolled off him, his knuckle slid under her chin to turn her face up. His expression softened into a smile at her unfocused eyes and harsh breathing.

“Mine.” His head lowered and his mouth sealed over hers.

The kiss was a gentle invasion and exploration of the damp recesses of her hungry mouth. He wouldn’t let her suck on his tongue as she wanted to. Evading her and licking softly, he seduced the insanely willing woman writhing in his arms.

He gently pulled away from her mouth. Large hands caressed her back as Jill moaned in disappointment. “Shhh, baby. It’s all right.” He stepped out of the spray. “Come. Use your mouth and take what you need.”

Jill fell on him like a cat in heat. Her fingers clawed up his sides as her mouth went to his chest. Sucking a flat male nipple into her, her teeth scraped him and Holdin jerked in a gasp. She didn’t waste time though. Her lips dragged down his body as she sank to her knees and found what she now wanted more than her next breath.

Long and hard, the glistening cock took up her world. She needed it. Needed to feel it in her. Jill’s mouth opened over it and she thrust her head down on it, pushing it into her with force. Holdin’s fingers combed through her hair but he didn’t restrain her in any way as Jill sucked him in.

This had been the test. Holdin felt euphoria slash through his fear as Jill took him. He knew he’d ruthlessly taken her to subspace and then beyond. He’d pushed as hard as she pushed him. He’d been making damn sure she knew he could take her anywhere she needed to go. Holdin Powell was going to be her only dominant, the only male who could plunge her into need and pull her back out again. He owned the submissive slut in her. His iron fist on that magnificent bitch’s collar could not be disputed. Not even by Jill herself.

Holdin gritted his teeth and looked down at his woman. She was shatteringly beautiful. Even though he’d taken her to this place where she needed to do this, be this, it was still almost more than he could bear. More than he could take in. She met him at every turn and matched his needs with a sexual hunger that pushed him higher. Took him to an intensity he hadn’t known he could reach. Watching her, feeling her, knowing how deeply she needed to be where she was at this moment squeezed the last bit of his soul from his possession and handed it over to the woman on her knees at his feet.

Her head moved in harsh, deep thrusts, fucking him into her. Her body naturally knelt with legs spread wide in a submissive’s position of service. The little spray that reached her around his back made rivulets of water that streamed down her body. Several ended in her crotch and the water petting those sensitive folds were unpredictable fingers of sensation that strummed with decadent results. Her hips started thrusting in time to her long sucking strokes on his cock.

Her fingers gouged into his hard thighs as she groaned over her task. Dark guttural sounds hummed down his shaft to his balls.

Holdin braced his legs and fought to endure the depths she was taking him to. He’d known she’d want this. Driven her to it. Known her body was so sensitive that he dare not touch her in the shower until she’d come. He would never cheat like that and force her to fail. That was not what they were about. But he hadn’t expected this level of lust and animal pleasure in her. She was all things hungry and needy. His beautiful Jill.

The amazing creature between his legs drove him to lust much faster than he’d ever thought possible. He’d come twice, he wasn’t a kid anymore and here he was fighting the urge to come again. It was every fantasy he’d never dared dream come true at once.

Maybe he’d gone too far in driving her into her submissive soul. She’d kill him at this rate. Holdin squeezed his eyes shut and he tried to think of last year’s lineup. Envisioning the defensive line should have cooled him off. They were damn ugly bastards. They all seemed to leer at him while watching his woman. He wiped that thought from his mind.

His hands went to the walls of the shower stall to brace himself as Jill turned up the speed of her sweet mouth bobbing up and down his cock. Have mercy. This woman refused him any and he knew asking for it was useless. But he would not let her have him in two minutes. He had to be more of a man than that. Holdin gritted his teeth and envisioned a room full of reporters. He’d always secretly hated those interviews. Damn it to hell! That was worse. He felt as if they were all busy snapping photos. Not what he wanted at all.

His balls tightened and burned in protest and Holdin gave up. She could suck his soul out his cock. He didn’t care anymore. Reaching down abruptly, he released her nipple clamps. Dropping them carelessly on the shower floor as the fire roared over him. As the first jet hit the back of her mouth, Jill swallowed then released him, turned her head up and came with him as his seed painted her face.

The exploding release of the nipple clamps burned from her breasts down to her belly in abandoned waves of fire. Freeing her tender nipples at that moment added too much sensation. Too much heat. Too much pleasure mixed with such decadent pain. And the utter domination of his knowledge of her body was shattering. The casual removal of those controlling devices screamed at her that he knew her body, knew its reactions and most shattering of all, he could send her into orgasm any time he wished. The demonstration of how he owned her was complete as he pumped jets of semen into her mouth and drove her to climax with little more than a casual flick of his fingers. Not even really touching her.

Fire raced through her. Jill’s body clenched in shuddering contractions and her mind surrendered to everything he was. Everything she was. His whore, slut, whatever he wanted, because all she wanted was more of everything he’d given her. Much, much more.

Her hands were still clutching his thighs and her nails dug in, creating red crescents as she screamed the release, her hips thrusting in contractions she had no control of.

Above her Holdin snarled fierce expletives as his head sank between his shoulders and he watched himself bathe her with his mark while she howled in release. A release that was her surrender to him, to his hand on her body, her soul, her mind. She’d swallowed his mark, the rest, painting herself with his seed, had been more. So much more. A surrender that shook him in ways he hadn’t been prepared for.

The sensual completeness of that moment was almost painful to Holdin. It shouldn’t have been possible for her to take more of him than he’d already surrendered to her. But she had. That image she gave him would burn his mind ‘til the day he died. There could be no higher perfection, no deeper expression of who they were. What they were.

As soon as he could breathe again, Holdin pried her fingers out of his thighs and sank to his knees in front of her. She collapsed into his body as he reached for her. Both of them clung and panted, eyes closed. Holdin had no idea how long they sat in dazed exhaustion on the shower floor.

Holdin’s head came up sharply when he heard Drifter’s voice calling from the bedroom. “Hey! Mom? Are you in here?”

“We’ll be out in a few minutes,” Holdin responded as he opened his eyes and tried to focus.

There was a few seconds of silence then Drifter pressed, “Mom, are you there?”

“Yes. I’ll see you in a bit,” Jill called back to him. Her voice was breathless but she couldn’t help it. A second later they heard the outer door close.

Holdin let out the breath he’d been holding. On his knees, he turned them so Jill sat under the shower spray. Very tenderly his hands ran over her, rinsing away the evidence of their lovemaking. His hands were shaking but there was no hiding it. Nothing remained between them but harsh honestly.

“Can you stand?” he asked softly.

Jill looked up at him and shook her head no.

“It’s okay, I got you,” he whispered, and placed his hands under her arms, standing and pulling her up with him, flipping off the shower while supporting her draped against him. He lifted her legs over his arm and cradling her like a baby, Holdin stepped out of the shower and carried her to the toilet. He pulled the lid down with his toes and sat her on the covered seat.

In silence he knelt in front of her and dried her with soft touches. She sat unmoving. Quickly wiping himself off, Holdin rose and picked Jill up again. He strode into the bedroom. Very carefully he placed her on the comforter.

Jill sank down on the pillow. She was on her side facing him and watched as he disappeared into his closet and came back wearing shorts and a T-shirt. He picked up her suitcase from the floor and carried it into the other closet. A few seconds later he reappeared with her clothes. He dropped the clothes beside her and sat her up as if she were a porcelain doll.

“What are you doing?” Jill whispered. She couldn’t manage a normal tone yet.

Holdin dropped a reverent kiss on her forehead as he pulled her panties up her calves. “I’m dressing my baby. Hush. Can you stand for me?”

Jill stood obediently and he pulled the panties into place, grabbed her shorts and had her step into them and sit again.

“Not your whore?” she questioned as he slid her arms into the bra.

“Always,” Holdin confirmed then dragged in a deep breath as he continued. “But also my princess and the mother of my children. The woman I’ve been in love with since the first time she let me kiss her.” Holdin swiftly shifted so he was sitting behind her, straddling her to close the bra. “Hold them up, baby, or we’ll never get this on.”