Into His Keeping (38 page)

Whatever it was he’d spread on her, it was a low fire that exploded to the touch. It created need and hunger. At least she thought it did. It drove her to do things. Made her do things.

She knew he was somewhere watching. She’d never done such a thing in her life. Somehow the hood closed her into her own world. It didn’t matter. Even though she could smell his cigar, hear him shift nearby, she couldn’t stop. Her busy hands rubbed and plunged into hungry openings.

Grunting in pleasure, her fingers drove her up the peak she craved so bad.

“Remember. Ask for what you need.” His low voice broke into her dark, private world.

Jill’s fingers slowed and she panted hard, trying to gain some control. Coming without permission was something she’d never dreamed of doing. Never. The harsh demand of her body was clamoring at her.

The cream he’d smoothed on her didn’t burn anymore. Now it was all her. She’d stimulated herself deep into hedonistic desire. And he’d watched. Suddenly she could feel his eyes on her and another rush of depraved pleasure washed through her. He’d watched. He’d even restrained her so there was no obstacle to his view as her hands stroked and fingered both her cunt and ass.

At no time had he hid the fact that he watched. He’d been very deliberate about preparing her to give him this show. She couldn’t escape the fact that she’d known and loved it. Every minute of her self-gratification she’d known he watched her.

Heat rolled up her body. Its sharp flames burned through the bite of embarrassment ‘til there was only a faint remnant of it. She’d known he was there. Every single second she’d known it. He’d watched her. He knew her. He’d given her this.

“Please, may I come?” she gasped in a strangled whisper.

“What are you?” he asked softly.

“Your whore.”

“Then you may come if you use the dildo beside you,” he answered smoothly. “It’s a double. Shove it in both holes. It’ll be easier for you.”

Jill could barely reach her ass, the promises of deep, satisfying penetration, even if he watched, brought a grateful moan. Her hand searched the blanket beside her and found the dildo. Her fingers explored it briefly. It was thick, one side fatter than the other. Both equally long. The middle was softer to bend and fit in any set of orifices. Turning it quickly, she had no trouble choosing where to put the thicker end.

Her legs restrained up, both hands available to press the fatter head into her ass, the other into cunt. It sank into her and Jill’s head arched back, pulling her knees higher in the air. It felt so good, so damn good. But it was difficult to pull and push it. She tried so hard but the resistance of her body slowed the motion she needed. Sobbing she strained and couldn’t quite reach the pressure and strength to push her over the edge.

“Ask for what you need,” he said quietly again.

Gasping in frustrated sobs, Jill’s hooded head turned to his voice. “Please, please help me. Fuck me hard.”

“Are you asking me to use the dildo on you?”

“Yes!”

“Certainly, but this might be more comfortable for you.” He deftly lifted and rolled her so she rested on her knees. The bar and its leash held her in a tight crouch but it was much more comfortable.

“Lift. Ask for it,” he instructed.

In this position Jill could straighten her legs and raise her ass. Asking physically and verbally for the fuck. “Please, fuck me,” she sobbed.

The complete submission of raising her ass and cunt, asking him to use the toys protruding from them took her to a new high of submission. His eyes on her, his hand ramming the thick dildo into her was what she needed. He was the only one who could give her this. Her body was dying for it. Her mind overwhelmed with the place he’d taken her to.

“Good girl,” he crooned, and then he gripped the center of the dildo and used it on her like the fuck toy she was. Hard and fast he powered it in and out. Her body sucked it in eagerly, pressing back on it with each thrust. The cream that only had heated for about ten minutes lubricated both her orifices and allowed the thick ends of the dildo to ram her ruthlessly.

Her body climbed back to desperation fast and hard. Then his hand landed on her ass in time with each thrust. It was too much. She screamed unimaginable pleasure. His amazing mix of pleasure and pain reached a new level. His ownership drove her with each sharp spank. Jill came in shattering waves. Her mouth open in a gasping howl as he pounded her through it.

Abruptly he stopped. Both the fucking and the spanking. She was done but he’d never just stopped like that before. He pulled the dildo from her body and unsnapped the spreader bar from her legs. Jill fell to the side, gasping. Holdin pulled her legs down, rubbing calves and thighs briskly, making sure the circulation was good as he turned her on her back and removed the bar and leash.

Last, he unbuckled the hood and pulled it off her. Jill lay unmoving on the blanket with her eyes closed. After the deep dark of the hood, she didn’t really want to open her eyes. Amazingly she acknowledged that she didn’t want the hood off. It had been her private world. A safe place where she could do outrageous things.

Off to the side she could hear the water running in the sink again. Turning her head slowly she opened her eyes a slit and watched him wash the dildo. Then set it in the sink drainboard as he washed his hands. Without turning around he spoke. “Come here. Wash your hands.”

Jill rose to her feet. It wasn’t as difficult as she thought it might be. The concrete was cold again as she stepped off the blanket and went to the sink. He handed her the soap and stepped back as she washed.

Leaning against the drainboard, he watched her. Jill kept her head down, concentrating on her task. When she was done, hands dried, she stood there staring at them.

“Good girl,” he approved. “Waiting for instruction. You’re learning.”

She hadn’t consciously been doing that. But it was true. That’s exactly what she’d done.

“Come here.” He held out his arms. Jill almost tripped rushing into them. She sobbed in gulping gasps of air as his big body wrapped around her. “Shhhh, baby, shhhhh,” he crooned, and lifted her into his arms, carrying her to a large leather chair. He sat with her cuddled in his lap and began rocking them both on the smooth gliders. Jill wept in sobbing reaction, clinging to him with arms wrapped tightly around his neck. Holdin petted her back and bottom tenderly as she shook with emotion.

“I’m so proud of you, baby,” he praised her softly. “Such a beautiful, sweet whore. My pretty little cunt.” His tender tone mingled with the words of ownership arrowed into her heart. All of those things were true. For him she was all of these things. And she found she was proud of it too.

The emotional storm eased and she lay in his arms panting lightly. Naked while he held her fully clothed and she didn’t care. He was the strength she needed. The safe place to bring her desires.

Her tears dried and as she lay on his chest her hand shyly stroked up and down the center of it.

“Do you know why we came here tonight?” he asked her. “Look up here, baby. Let me see your eyes and we’ll talk about it.”

Jill pulled back to look at him. For some reason she blushed. It wasn’t her nakedness or even what he’d watched her do. It was how clearly he looked into her soul.

“Please tell me,” she asked softly, remembering his instructions to ask for what she needed.

“It’s because you were running away from me again,” he told her seriously. “You wanted something and refused to tell me. Choosing to hide it from me. You wanted your dominant. Your husband knew it and I kept waiting for you to ask me. Tell me. I’ve waited so damn long for you, Jilly-girl. Stop making me wait.”

Jill bit her lip in shame. He was right. Tonight he’d given her everything she needed and more. Taken her and yet, she’d gone exactly were she wanted to go. He’d drawn the starving whore out of her soul and showed her how much he wanted her just like that. Just as she wanted to be. The only thing that had ever come between them had been her inability to be honest with that whore. To trust him with her. Handing over ownership of that needy woman to the man who made her “needy” seemed so simple. It wasn’t.

Jill swallowed hard. She’d disappointed him and herself. He knew her. He knew her soul and he’d known her needs even when she didn’t have the nerve to face them.

“After tonight do you think there is anything I don’t want to see about you? Can you possibly think there is something you need to hide? Something I don’t want to help you with?” he asked seriously.

“No.”

Holdin’s hand came up from her back to cradle her head in his palm. “I love you so much,” he whispered as he drew her mouth to his. The kiss was deep as she opened to him. He let her head fall back in the surrender she needed while still supporting her. Lifting his lips off her, he smiled softly.

Looking directly into her eyes, his free hand smoothed over her rounded belly, down to the bare, tender skin below it. “Spread, my wayward little whore,” he growled into her lips. “Time for the pussy spanks you’ve earned tonight.”

Jill gasped, her eyes lighting in a new fire as she understood his intentions. Her legs shifted over the arm of the chair, spreading as wide as she could manage. Her body arched up into his palm.

Holdin’s fingers drifted lightly down over bare, sensitive folds as he looked into the future in her eyes. Her face flushed crimson in a blush she apparently would never outgrow. Gently he stroked her eager pussy, bringing her body to humming excitement. “So beautiful,” he whispered, kissing down her neck. “So fucking beautiful.”

Even as she blushed, her hips pressed up into his touch. His naughty little witch strained to spread herself open for him, drawing her legs wider. She became decadent greed under his hand.

Coming back to her mouth, he covered it as his hand rose and landed in a gentle smack. His hand remained holding her stinging folds, applying pressure as his head lifted from her lips.

“Open your eyes. Look at me,” he demanded softly. “That’s my good girl. Whose cunt is this?”

Jill was panting harshly as her eyes lifted to his. Looking him in the eye made her even more naked to him. Loving this was so shattering, and he knew she wanted to hide that little piece of herself from him. He wouldn’t allow it.

“Your cunt,” Jill whispered.

His hand rose again to deliver the stinging pleasure. “Mine,” he breathed as she jerked in wicked bliss. His finger stroked lightly over sensitized folds as he continued. “What has my cunt learned?”

“No hiding.”

Her reward was another sharp spank, followed by knowing fingers swirling around her contracting opening. Teasing but not dipping into her hungry channel.

Jill longed for the dark safety of that hood now. He’d taught her that too. She couldn’t keep her hips from undulating for him, begging him with her body. His beautiful face smiled as his hand rose again. “What do you get when you hide?” His hand landed in an explosion of sensation.

Jill wailed as her body jerked. The intensity of his voice and touch drawing her so fully into the moment that his stroking fingers felt like branding irons moving over her.

“Nothing,” she gasped. “Hiding means the nothingness again.”

“Yessss, for both of us,” he agreed as the dizzying pleasure of sharp smacks to engorged folds came in quick succession now. His lips dove down to her open mouth. Jill screamed into his mouth and came again on the last smack. Convulsing in his arms, he folded her into his chest while she shuddered. His grip was almost desperate. Her need and his were one and always had been. She could take them both to hell or heaven. It would always be her choice. He needed her to know that. Understand they both paid a price.

Panting heavily from the short but hard orgasm, she buried her face in his neck. He was so intensely powerful to her. Larger than life in ways that forever amazed her. She’d been ashamed of how much she needed him. And he knew. He always knew.

Now she was ashamed of not trusting him. Not being strong enough to know that her needs were his. He’d waited so patiently for her. Denying his feelings so she could grow up in hers. Waiting for her to stop being afraid of who she was.

The erotic spanking coupled with his complete control was exactly what she craved. That was why she loved the stimulation so much, she realized. It took her over the edge every time. The combination of exploding sensation and his absolute commitment to her as he gave her the freedom to surrender her soul into his keeping. He could hurt her so badly but he didn’t. That dangerous edge of submission to Holdin was her addiction. His voice broke into her hazy glide back to reality.