Reclaiming His Submissive (3 page)

“
Open your eyes and look at
me, dammit,” he said as he shoved back inside her.

She blinked several times before
she locked onto his gaze. Her eyes didn’t look focused yet.
“C’mon, kitten. Eyes on me while I fuck this sweet pussy.
You’re going to do this. Fight the clawing need to orgasm until
I tell you it’s okay.”

“
Why are you doing this to
me?” she pleaded, small whimpers following every other word.

“
Because you haven’t
earned it yet, baby. And I want to watch you squirm and struggle.”
He tunneled deeper, making sure to change the angle of his thrusts
each time.

“
I can’t do it,”
she whined. “It’s too much.”

“
Hold on to me. Scratch at
my back or pummel your fists on my chest if you have to but don’t
stop looking at me. Those gorgeous eyes staring at me with such
desperation make my dick hard.”

Her sharp little nails dug into
the flesh of his shoulders at the same time he rubbed over her
g-spot. Her body quivered and her muscles clenched as he watched her
fight the onslaught of pleasure he reigned down on her. All while she
stared at him with a combination of lust and pissed-off female who
sat tottering on the edge of her control.

“
Please, Alex. I can’t
take anymore. I can’t stand it.”

The sound of her begging pulled
at his own control as the force of his own need rose up to meet hers.
He ground his back teeth and fought it. Not yet. He couldn’t
stop now.

“
Goddammit, Harper. Fucking
come. Do it now!”

He lifted upward and dragged the
length of his shaft against her swollen clit. The heat alone from her
was about to burn him alive. She scratched down his back hard enough
to draw blood and hurtled over the cliff.

She arched her back as he plowed
into her clutching clasp. It had been a long time since he’d
seen her this out of control and fuck if they both didn’t need
it. But he needed more. Always more. Once was never enough with his
needy submissive. Half the time he wondered which one of them needed
the other more. He suspected it was him.

He ground down on his control and
pumped hard. To her credit she never looked away. Hey eyes blazed
with naked hunger only he could slake. Only him. That’s what
she had to learn tonight. She squirmed and thrashed, fighting him at
the same time she reached for him. When she began pushing at his
chest instead of clawing him closer he finally relented of his
punishing strokes and withdrew.

“
I can’t breathe,
Alex. It’s too much.”

He disagreed. “It’s
not enough. But not like this. Get inside and get these fucking
clothes off.”

She nodded as he eased her to the
ground. He allowed her just enough room to squeeze by him and enter
his apartment. He closed the door behind him and methodically
finished removing his own clothing. His pants hit the floor, which
she grabbed and neatly folded for him on the foyer bench. The same
with the shirt after he removed it and flung it to the side.

“
Now you want to be sweet?
When ten minutes ago you were running away from me. He cupped one of
her bare breasts and pulled enough to stop her from moving away. He
contemplated his next move and ultimately gave in to the raging need
riding him harder than ever before. “Lie down on the table
there and spread your legs for me. I want to see every inch of your
body on display for me.” He lowered his voice to a near growl.
“Me, kitten. Your Master.”

He would never touch her in anger
but that didn’t mean he didn’t feel some of the betrayal
of her earlier move. A few short weeks ago she’d uttered the
three words that he’d been expecting for a long time. They’d
seared his heart and burned his brain like a permanent tattoo. He’d
give anything to hear them again.

First, she’d beg. Then he’d
get what he wanted.

He took himself in hand and
stroked slowly from base to tip as she watched. Her tongue darted out
and licked her lips. Alex leaned forward and stroked two fingers
inside her pussy. “Do you want me now, kitten? Or do you want
to use your safeword?”

She whimpered when he removed his
fingers and sucked them inside his mouth. Fuck. He loved tasting her.
She had no idea how much control she had over him. Everything he did
was done with her as his motivation. What could he do to make her
life better? How could he give her more pleasure?

“
Say it, Harper. Tell me
what you want. Only girls brave enough to tell their Master what they
really want get their rewards.”

Her breath hitched, her eyes grew
wide. Alex dug deeper for control. Something about Harper Allison got
under his skin from the moment he caught sight of her across a
crowded club, and every day since then it had only grown more
intense. There was nothing she could ever do to get him to leave.
Except utter that one word and mean it. Otherwise all bets were off.

Her mouth pursed a moment before
she spoke. “Fuck me, Alex. Please.”

For a moment he only stared as he
tried to catch his breath. His heart raced and his head buzzed with
the urge to fall on top of her and use her so damned hard neither of
them would recover for days.

“
Jesus, Harper.” He
couldn’t get inside her fast enough.

“
Please, Alex. Fuck me
now.”

He growled. He might have to
change her name to vixen instead of kitten. He climbed between her
legs and came over her. “I hope you’re ready for this.”

She grabbed his shoulders. “Yes,
please,” she continued to beg.

He covered her mouth with his and
drank in her small pleas as his cock nudged at the heated entrance of
her wet cunt. He kissed her harder as he pushed inside. Every muscle
in his body went rigid at the tight clutch of her pussy muscles
sucking him in. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“
Ahhh. Alex.”

If it felt half as good to her as
it did to him, he knew exactly how she felt. They’d gone a
while without and he swore she felt tighter than before. He grasped a
tiny shred of control and slowly pulsed forward, stretching her. As
they’d done out in the hallway, her little nails dug deep into
his skin. “Relax, kitten. Let me in.”

“
Oh shit. Shit. Shit. Alex,
I’m going to come. It feels that good. Oh no I can’t stop
it…”

He smiled into her neck. “Go
for it, kitten. As much as you can. Cover me in cream.”

He felt the tension snap when her
body jerked and her muscles clamped along his shaft, pulling him
deeper. She started to scream and he lost it completely. He pulled
back and shoved forward, plowing his way deep inside. On another
scream, her body jerked and he did it again. Over and over he stroked
in and out of her. His body ignited from all the fiery sensations she
lit inside him. Thank God she’d gotten on the pill ages ago. If
he had to put on a condom and miss even an ounce of this pleasure
he’d die from the memory of her silken walls. Never had anyone
made him this insane.

He pushed as deep as he could go
and wished there was more. He wanted to be so fucking connected to
her that she’d never again think about running away from him.
He stared down at her and drank in the soft, half-hooded, unfocused
look on her face. He could see her slipping into the zone that
brought her immense pleasure when he used her thoroughly. She’d
be ready to come again soon.

Alex bent forward and sucked one
of her nipples into his mouth. He worried it with his teeth gently
first before he began biting down enough for her to feel the pinch of
pain.

“
Oooohhhh,” she
moaned.

He bit harder and she screamed
and clamped down on his cock. With the heat of a volcano wrapped
around him, her muscles convulsing against his flesh and the pure
look of pleasure on her face, he couldn’t hold back any longer.
Gritting his teeth, he shifted forward and plunged and rotated until
he’d engaged every erogenous zone he could find.

“
Come again, Harper. You
can do it.” He reached between them and squeezed her clit
between two fingers while swirling the nub from side to side.

“
Oh. Oh. Oh. My Gooooddddd.
Aleeexxx!”

Hell fucking yes. That’s
what he wanted to hear. His cock jerked at the sweet sound of Harper
screaming his name and he lost the last shards of his control,
spurting his release inside her. He growled his satisfaction at once
again marking his submissive in the most primitive manner he could
imagine. She was his. HIS.

As they struggled to come down,
he examined the marks he’d left on the outside of her body.
Love bites at her neck, red marks around her nipples that would last
a few days, and where his hands had held her arms and hips she’d
likely develop bruises. They’d had more than one conversation
in the past about how much she loved the way he left her marked up.
She wore them like badges to be proud of and said they kept her mind
on him, where she wanted it.

His belly clenched. Fuck she was
so perfect and he’d almost let her slip out of his grasp by
leaving her alone. Fresh need swept over him. What they’d done
still wasn’t enough. He hadn’t come close to sating his
hunger or eliminated the turmoil that had taunted him during their
time apart.

He reluctantly withdrew from her
and climbed from the table. She stayed perfectly still with her legs
still spread wide and her head tilted to the side. Her breath had
calmed but wasn’t yet back to normal. If he was in his right
mind he’d pick her up and carry her to the tub where he could
bathe and care for her until she recovered. But her collar still sat
at the far edge of the table where the sight of it burned the memory
of her removing it without his permission into his brain.

She had to know that he’d
never accept such behavior. He skirted the table and stopped next to
her head. His fingers tangled in her hair and brushed it away from
her face. Her eyes fluttered open and he recognized some of the
exhaustion she had to be feeling.

“
Can you turn to the side?”

He tugged her hair in the
direction he wanted and she complied until she came face to face with
her collar. She bit her lip and covered her mouth. “I’m
sorry, Master.”

“
Don’t. Not yet.”

She closed her mouth and nodded
her head.

“
Scoot toward me, kitten,
and hang your head over the edge of the table.” Her eyes
widened when she realized what he wanted. “That’s right.
We’re not even close to done yet. Right now I’m going to
feel your mouth on my cock sucking me off.”

A small whimper escaped her along
with a sudden shiver down the length of her body.

“
Every single day we were
apart I thought about putting my dick in your every hole. Which I’m
sure doesn’t shock you.”

“
No, Sir.” She got
into position and opened her mouth, her tongue coming out to lick his
broad head.

His eyes rolled back in sheer
delight at the touch of her mouth. By all rights he should need some
time to recover from his release but his erection grew the more she
bathed him, and the need to claim her in every way possible
solidified in his mind.

Fuck yes!
Her
lips sealed around his shaft and sucked strong. His question over
whether he needed time to recover became a distant thought as he got
hard enough to hammer nails.

“
Take me deeper, kitten.
You can do it.”

She stretched her neck and opened
wider, allowing him to slide to the back of her throat. His cock
jerked and cum began to heat in his balls. He groaned his pleasure
with every lick and bite she rained down on him.

To distract him long enough to
maintain control he reached forward and slid his fingers through the
slick lips of her sex and dragged her own lubrication to the tiny
rosebud of her ass. He pressed one finger past the tight ring
awaiting him.

She gasped around him, her eyes
going wild.

“
That’s right,
kitten. Your entire body is mine tonight. Every inch.” He’d
do everything in his power to ensure her pleasure now and ease her
soreness tomorrow, but God help him he was going to die if he didn’t
have all of her now.

Chapter
Three

It was damned late when Alex
finally woke. Judging from the deep darkness surrounding him, it had
to be well past midnight. At some point in their frenzy they’d
both passed out. A glance at the bed next to him found Harper sound
asleep. Good. She’d tried to hide the dark circles under her
eyes with makeup, but she should have known by now there was nothing
she could hide from him. Without him around these last several weeks
she’d not taken care of herself and that pissed him off.

Something needed to change. She
was definitely right about that.

He moved slowly from the bed, so
as not to wake her. Her black hair fanned across his pillow and the
almost white glow of her pale skin half tempted him to go back to bed
so he could take her again. No matter how much time he spent with her
he always wanted more. The thought of her leaving him made his chest
ache. From the first night he’d seen her at the private Glass
Kat club in her adorable little cupcake uniform she’d gotten
under his skin. That she’d accepted his Valentine invitation
fifteen months ago had been nothing short of a miracle.