Master of My Mind BN (30 page)

“Use your voice, angel. I need to hear you.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Very well, let’s start over. Lay back down on the bed,
angel.”

Supine once again, Tony straddled my stomach. With long,
uneven strokes, he fisted his cock close to my face. So close in fact, I could
smell his musky scent… feel the heat rising off his wet crest. Watching as he
unmercifully pounded his cock, I prayed he’d grant me a pass and instruct me to
open my mouth and suck him down deep. Licking my lips, I waited.

“You remember how I taste, don’t you, angel?”

“
Yesss
,” I sighed in
disappointment. I didn’t want to remember. I wanted to experience it all over
again.

“Tell me,” he urged in a low husky voice.

“Hot and Slick.
Thick
and salty, but not bitter or overpowering.
You’re just right.”

“So are you, princess,” Tony panted, his gaze penetrating.
“I’ve memorized your taste, and I can’t wait to tie you down and drown in your
sweet honey.”

The thought of being bound and at his mercy made my whole
body tingle.

“You like watching me stroke my cock, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I moaned.
But I’d much
rather be sucking your cock.
Opening my mouth, I raised my head slightly
off the pillow.

“Still trying to control things, I see,” Tony rumbled in
disapproval.

He slapped the tip of his cock against my mouth, smearing
his slick pre-come over my lips and splattering some onto my tongue.

With a coy smile, I rolled my tongue over my lips, moaning
as I licked his spicy flavor.
“Who?
Me?”

“You need a spanking, angel, and my palm is just itching to
give it to you.”

“In case you haven’t noticed, your hand’s a little occupied
at the moment,” I taunted.

Tony’s eyes darkened. His jaw clenched. I wasn’t sure if he
struggled to hold back his release or stop altogether. When he continued, I
couldn’t help but tease him even more

“I bet you’d rather slide that big cock inside my mouth
where it’s warm and wet, instead of jacking off with your fist,” I purred in a
soft sex-kitten voice. “I’m more than willing to help you out with that.”

“Oh, my sweet little brat, you have no idea. I’m dying to
slam my cock to the back of your throat…feel your soft lips wrap around me, and
growl as your slick tongue glides over my aching veins.” His gravelly tone
triggered a flow of cream from within my pussy. Writhing beneath him, I prayed
he’d stop playing this stupid game and let me suck it already.

“Do it. Please!” I implored.

A beastly growl rumbled from deep in his chest. His fist a
blur of brutal strokes as sweat dripped from his forehead.

“Open your mouth,” he barked, his face contorting. The
grimace reflected the pleasure unraveling inside him. “Stick out your tongue.”

Greedily obeying his command, I panted in anticipation of
his slick, hot seed. And as the first stream jettisoned from his red cock, Tony
cried out in rapture as I opened wider, determined to catch each drop.

His robust flavor raced over my taste buds and pooled in my
mouth. Gulping down the deluge, Tony continued to spill upon my lips and down
my chin before I opened again, and he painted my tongue. I accepted it all,
while the ache of disappointment throbbed in my soul.

Sweating and panting, Tony leaned over and kissed my forehead
before he climbed off and headed toward the bathroom. Feeling defeated and
confused, I wiped my face on the sheet and rolled to my side, away from him.

All I’d wanted to do was make love to his cock…give him the
quivering pleasure he’d given me. What was so wrong with that? We both would
have enjoyed it a hell of a lot more than him jacking off on my face. I
couldn’t deny the sensation of being branded by his seed felt incredibly
erotic. What I didn’t understand was why I felt so degraded and cheated.

I needed time to sort out my tumultuous emotions, but I
wasn’t naive enough to think Tony would give me five minutes alone. I felt his
gaze boring into the back of my body seconds before I felt the mattress dip and
he joined me.

“Talk to me, angel.
What’s wrong?”
Tony whispered in my ear as he crawled in behind me.

“Nothing.”
I lied.

He cleared his throat with a tone that shouted ‘bullshit.’
“That’s not how you wanted our session to play out was it, sweetheart?”

I pursed my lips and frowned.
Dammit, the man read me like a fucking book.

“Not so much,” I grumbled.

Tony feathered his fingertips up and down my arm in gentle
reassurance. “It’s not how I’d have preferred it either. But there was a lesson
in it for you. Tell me what you learned.”

“That it doesn’t matter what I want or don’t want. You’re
the boss. You make the rules. I’m just your come receptacle,” I snapped,
fighting back the tears that burned my eyes.

“Whoa,” Surprised concern infused his reply.

He gripped my shoulder and flipped me onto my back. Once
again he climbed atop me, pulling my arms high above my head and pinning my
elbows against the pillow; his expression a combination of disbelief and anger.

“You’re not a come receptacle to me,
Leagh
.
Fucking never! Every one of your needs, wants, and desires matters to me. Even
after we’d discussed topping from the bottom, you continued to try to
manipulate me, so you could get the result you wanted.”

“No, I wanted to make you feel good. I wanted you inside my
mouth. I wanted more.”

“Yes, it’s what
you
wanted
that had you taking control and trying to coerce me into doing exactly what
you
wanted me to do. I’m not the submissive
here, sweetheart.
 
You should have simply
asked me.”

I made a noise of disbelief. “So you’re telling me all I had
to do was ask to suck your cock?”

“Yes!” he exclaimed on an exasperated hiss.

“Anything I want or need, I just ask, and you’re going to
give it to me?”

“Maybe.”
He smirked. “It depends on
whether or not I think you’ve earned it, need it, or if it will enhance your
submission. And no, a Ferrari won’t make you a better submissive, so don’t
bother asking.”

“Very funny,” I replied with a cynical curl of my lips.

“I want you to do something for me, angel.”

“What’s that?” I asked as Tony dipped low and brushed his
lips over mine.

Leaning close to my ear, I shivered as his warm breath
caressed the shell. “I want you to fly for me again.”

“Is that my punishment for topping from the bottom?” I
asked.

“No. I’m going to spank you for the sheer pleasure of
it—yours and mine.”

Even as I shivered in anticipation, the worry that I
wouldn’t be able to find that peaceful place again lodged in my brain. What if
the first time had just been a fluke? How disappointed would Tony be if I
failed him?
 

“I don’t know if I can. Hit subspace, I mean.”

“You leave that to me, pet. Just let go. I’ll take you
there. Focus on how right it feels to give
yourself
completely to me, alright?”

“I’ll try.”

“Good girl.”

Tony repositioned himself on the bed. Sliding a strong arm
beneath my waist, he pulled me onto his lap, taking time to arrange my heavy
casts upon the mattress. My nipples scraped over his cotton jeans, and as his
broad hand caressed my orbs, I didn’t bother biting back a moan of pleasure.

“That’s it, baby. Relax and let me set you free.”

Resting my cheek on the bed, I closed my eyes, waiting for
the pain he sought to give me. A soft smile tugged my lips when Tony began
lightly patting my ass. There was a huge difference between the way he spanked
in punishment and how he spanked for pleasure. I never wanted to piss him off
again.

Focused on the echo of flesh slapping flesh, the warmth
enveloping my ass grew to a smoldering heat with slow, steady measure, sensual
and erotic.

“That burn is the doorway to the stars. Float through it,
sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

“
Mmm
,” I purred. Weightless
sensations prickled through me, making my limbs lighter.

“You’re a precious treasure to me,
Leagh
.
Give me your heart, your soul, your fears, and your joys. And I promise to
cherish every damn one of them.”

Gray static flickered behind my eyes. In the distance, I saw
it, a pinpoint of light. It called to me, beckoned for me to slide deeper,
capture it, and never let go.

“All the heat that’s sinking deep is the fire and passion I
hold for you. Let it consume you, love. Fuse it to every cell in your body and
carry me with you forever more. Now fly for me, angel. Sail far and deep. You
are mine,” Tony’s rich voice vibrated through me.

And I surrendered to the delicate mist that suspended me in
its ethereal peace.

When I opened my eyes, the room was dark except for a shaft
of light emanating from behind the bathroom door. My ass cheeks throbbed with a
delightful sting as Tony lay spooned behind me. The sound of his soft snores
resonated in my ears, and his warm breath wafted over my shoulder. Closing my
eyes again, I sighed, filled with contentment. And for the first time that I
could remember, unafraid of my tomorrows.

 
The sound of a cell
phone pulled me up from the depths of sleep. As I opened my eyes, I felt Tony
roll from behind me. Turning, I watched him dig the device from the pocket of
his jeans.

“Hello,” he
answered,
his voice
still thick and gruff with sleep.
“Ah, yeah.
What time
is it?”

Sitting up, he scrubbed a hand over his face before turning
to look at me. A slow smile curled on his lips, and he gave me a sexy wink.

“Let me grab a shower and get dressed. I’ll be out in a few
minutes.” He paused for a moment, listening to the person on the other end of
the line. “No problem. Thanks, man.”

“You have to work the club tonight, don’t you?” I asked,
hoping I didn’t sound as dejected as I felt.

“Yes, I do,” he replied, leaning in to drop a tender kiss on
my lips. “But you’re going to come with me and sit at the bar. Catch up with
Sammie and Trevor and Savannah. You need to get out from behind these four
walls, sweetheart.”

The thought of sitting and watching Tony throw his whip,
dominating Destiny or any one of his other pain sluts, made my stomach roll.

“I don’t mind staying in. Besides, there’s a book I’ve
wanted to finish before I need to take it back to the library. It’s all good.
I’ll just see you when you get back,” I replied, in a nervous rush of words.

“Really?
After all we’ve talked
about, not to mention the lesson I taught you earlier, you’re going to sit there
and blow smoke up my ass? Dammit,
Leagh
, are we ever
going to get past this?” Tony raked his hand through his hair before turning
toward the bathroom.

“Wait,” I cried. “I don’t want to go sit in the dungeon.”

He turned slowly, staring at me as if I’d grown an extra
head.
“Why not?”

I sucked in a deep breath. It was now or never. I had to
open my soul and trust him with my all my feelings…The good, the bad, and the
ugly jealous ones.

“It kills me to watch you with other subs.”

His shoulders sagged as the tension left his body. “When
have you ever watched me with another sub? Now that I think about it, you’ve
never been outside your room when the club’s been opened since George died.”

“Once,” I confessed quietly. “The night I passed out. You
walked past me with—”

“With Destiny in my arms.
Yes, I
remember.” Tony nodded in understanding. “
Leagh
, the
subs I scene with don’t hold a candle to what I feel for you. You know that
right?”

I nodded and cast my gaze toward the floor. It was stupid
and childish of me to be jealous of the things he did with other subs, but I
couldn’t help it. The green-eyed monster inside leapt to life, and I couldn’t
seem to wrangle it back in. Watching him whip and soothe, spank and caress
another sub while I sat and watched would be akin to shoving knives through my
heart.

“I know, but I still can’t watch you do it,” I mumbled,
still unable to look at him.

Tony didn’t say a word… didn’t move. The silence dragged an
uncomfortable amount of time until I couldn’t stand it. Glancing up, I found
him staring down at me, grinning like an idiot.

“What’s so funny?” I bristled.

“You’re jealous,” he replied in a sing-song voice.

“I am not!”

“Oh, you are, sweetheart,” Tony laughed as he pounced onto
the bed. “And I like it.”

I didn’t want to, but I giggled as he rolled me on top of
him and squeezed me tight, still grinning like a loon.

“Well, I don’t,” I pouted dramatically. “It makes me feel
like I’m back in high school. It’s stupid.”

“Aww, it’s not stupid, angel. It just shows me how much you
care.”

“I do care about you, Tony. I love you. You know that.”

“Yeah, and that makes me the luckiest bastard on the
planet.” He beamed. “I’ll make a deal with you. I’ll monitor the play stations
as DM tonight if you sit at the bar and talk to your friends again.”

“Okay.” I nodded, inwardly relieved that he wouldn’t be
touching the subs.

“I’ll talk to Mika and Drake. I’m sure we can come up with a
list of Dom’s that enjoy edge play who might be interested in working the
subs.”

“Wait. No.” I held up my hand and shook my head. “You can’t
stop doing what you like because of my stupid jealousies.”

“I can do whatever I want to. I’m the Master,” Tony
challenged. “Do I need to prove that to you, again?”

“No. And that’s not what I meant,” I sighed, feeling my
irritation rise from the way he twisted my words. “If you stopped fulfilling
your sadistic needs because of me, you’d end up resenting me, and I’ll be
wracked with guilt.”