Saving Micah (Sequel to Conquering Jude) (21 page)

Priscilla pouted but stood. “I suppose I can let you go.” She stopped next to the bed. “Do you promise to be bad when we find them?”

He nodded. “Oh yes, Mistress. As bad as you’ll allow.” When her tongue traced over his ear, he shivered. Her hand delved between his thighs to squeeze his scrotum. Pain and pleasure warred inside him, before the snick of the restraints being released sent a wave of euphoria through him. Now, he could roll her under him and pound the hell out of her pussy until she was screaming for mercy.
Just like that sobbing little nigger did.
He rolled into a sitting position, ready to do just that but she danced out of reach.

“Not yet. My lover doesn’t get his pussy until he finds out where the bitch took
my boy.”
Anger crossed her delicate features. “She has what’s mine, and you’re not getting what you want until you tell me where she’s hiding him.” He grunted as she raked her nails over his bare chest – adding new welts to the ones she’d put there when he’d first arrived several hours before. “Now if you can tell me in the next two minutes where she’s keeping him,” she pinched one of his nipples. “I’ll let you fuck my ass as well as my pussy.”

He groaned as she licked at his lips. It took everything he had to not toss her down on the bed, but the prize she offered was just too tempting. She rarely let him do her ass. Scrambling past her, he was in front of his laptop screen hammering away at the keys. It would be close but if he hurried he’d make the ID within the two minute limit she’d set. He cursed as an unexpected firewall was thrown up. Accessing a self-designed hacking program, he was just getting around it when her hand landed on his shoulder.

“I’m in!” He quickly scanned the screen looking for the information. “He’s just south east of Hammond. It looks like he’s right on the north end of Lake
Pontchartrain.”

Priscilla mewed with pleasure. “Good work, lover. We’ll leave later this afternoon and take your dad’s boat. You still have the keys for it?”

A whimper of need spilled out of him as her hand burrowed between his thighs, clasping his cock possessively. Stiffening in her grasp was natural as breathing. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Good.” She licked the side of his neck. “Then you have an hour to fuck me before I get in the shower.” When she nipped at the base of his throat, he clenched his fists. “And come as many times as you like.”

A low rumble of need built in his chest before he surged out of the chair. Tossing her onto the nearby bed, he had her thighs parted and was buried half way in her before her giggle turned into a moan.

* * * *

Micah woke slowly. He wasn’t sure what had disturbed his sleep but he’d felt better rested than he had in a long time. In fact, for once his back didn’t ache nor did his ass. Clenching his cheeks, he sighed at the lingering tenderness. It wasn’t completely healed but close.
Perhaps the doctor was right when they told me it would heal quickly.
Evidently getting some solid sleep had helped in his healing. Sleepily he snuggled closer to the warm plaint flesh pressed up against him. He was just drifting back to sleep when a rounded ass pressed against his morning wood.

“Hmmm, it seems jerking off did little to satisfy the python between your legs. I think it’s time I put it to its proper use. Perhaps I’ll have better luck taming it.” The ass wiggled suggestively against him.

His eyes flew open to see Olivia peering over her shoulder at him with unmistakable hunger. The intensity of it sent fear soaring through his sleep-addled mind. He started to scramble away, unable to process the conflicting signals his brain was sending. His body wanted her but his submissive instincts were screaming how he couldn’t take advantage of his mistress and if he weren’t careful he could be hurt again.

“What’s wrong,
mal-chick?”
She propped herself up against the headboard, her glorious breasts bare to his hungry eyes. He quickly averted his gaze from the sight.

“I…I’m sorry, Oliv – I mean…Mistress.” He cursed his tongue for stumbling over the reply. He wanted more than anything to be able to slip back into the familiar role of being her submissive but found it hard.
I’m not the same sub. I’m worthless now. What was I thinking of crawling back to her?
Then he remembered standing in the doorway listening to the conversation between her and Jude. The vulnerability in her tone as she related what happened had the abused submissive in him longing to sooth the Mistress who’d been through more than he’d ever expected. He’d known about her relationship with Claude, she’d told him of it when she explained why there never could be nothing more than a play relationship between them, but now he wondered if he’d acted too impulsively last night. He’d promised to try but he wasn’t sure he could deliver.

“For what? Pressing your cock against me while you were asleep?” A soft question drew him out of his thoughts and he noticed the smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “I’m not cruel enough to honestly punish you for something you have no control over. To play punish, perhaps, but I love waking up to feel my subs’ cocks against me. It leads to such other fun things…” Her eyes got a faraway look in them. “….like the slow ride Jude gave me this morning before crawling out of bed to do some silly perimeter check.” Olivia pursed her lips. “Did you know I watched your sleeping face while he moved inside me? It was wonderful have you here even if you weren’t awake.”

Hope flared in his chest. She’d found his presence wanted, perhaps there might be a future for him – but doubt clouded his mind. Was it as a play sub or….

“I know I said I’d try, but if it’s going to go back to the way it was before, I’m not sure I can...” He moved to slide off the bed.

“It’ll be better, I promise. I’ll go as easy or as hard as you need. I can wait until you’re ready to have your boundaries pushed.” Her tongue peeked out to moisten her lower lip. “I can be gentle as Jude was last night, even if it kills me.”

He inched closer to her. “What if I need it harder?”

The heat in her eyes flared. “Then I’ll give it as hard as you need. I haven’t changed in that aspect. As your Domme, I’m supposed to give you what you have to have – what your body and soul are crying out for.”

He decided to push. “And if it’s to be left alone?”

“I said what your body and soul want – not what your stubborn ass logic decrees is right or wrong.” She placed a hand over his sternum, cupping his racing heart. “I know this – despite all that’s happened, this heart still houses a truly submissive creature. It needs to give up its control as much as I need to dominate - to feel in control of what happens in my life. Can I be cruel and rough? At times yes – I’ve walked through the fires of hell and come out the other side a very opinionated, but strong woman. But it doesn’t mean I still can’t care for the men in my life. Your needs are important.” She gazed deep into his eyes. “Tell me what
you
desire above all else – all fear aside and I’ll give it to you.”

He found he couldn’t jerk his eyes away from hers. Was it really going to be that easy? “Can you give me back what the bitch took from me?”

She cupped his cheek. “What exactly did she take from you, Micah? You said she didn’t abuse you – she left it to her sub. I can help you rebuild your trust in Dommes but I need to know what she broke. Your pride as a submissive? Your self-worth?”

He shrugged. “She threw me away like I didn’t matter. As if I wasn’t good enough to be dominated. She gave me to her sub – much like you did last night.”

Tears welled in his Mistress’s eyes before her nostrils flared. He could see her frustration pushing aside the building pity. “I
am not
her! I want this body, and the submissive soul housed in it. I was trying to give you what you needed without scaring you.”

Like the sub he was, Micah backed up, immediately contrite. He hadn’t meant to insinuate she wasn’t a good Domme, only he probably wasn’t worthy enough to be dominated.

Olivia’s expression hardened as she resumed the familiar role of the dominant. “Don’t you even think about running again. Evidently handling you with kid gloves isn’t going to work.” She kicked the bedding off, exposing her naked body. His jaw clenched at the succulent feast in front of him. Her slender legs were parted and he wondered if he ate her out again, she’d forgive him.

“I’m sorry, Mistress. Can I show you how sorry I am for doubting you? I’d love to pleasure you with my mouth, my tongue…anything you want if it’ll get you to forgive me.”

She crossed her arms under breasts. “No tongue, no mouth.”

His heart sank. “You want me to leave?”

The displeasure on her face made him wince. “If you think you’re leaving this bed before I feel your luscious cock buried inside me, you have another think coming.”

He froze before he gaped at her. “My cock, Mistress?”

Opening her arms, she beckoned him closer. “Yes. I need to feel you sliding it so deep I can taste you. Come here.”

He trembled, wanting what she was offering, but scared at the same time.
I know I promised to try – but what happens if I do this and we go back to the way it was before?

“I…”

“No more doubts. Do as I want or safeword, because it’s the only way you’re getting out of this.” By her tone alone he could tell she was displeased with his delay. He finally pushed the fear to the back of his mind before moving over to her. A gasp of surprise rolled out of him at the wet press of her pussy against the underside of his cock. It’d been so long since he’d felt her against him. It wasn’t anything like the bitch who’d abused him.

“Stay with me, love.” She pushed up against him. “I want to feel you inside me. Forget everything but this…”

The head of his dick slipped inside her and he hissed. “Oh, my God.” His head fell forward to land on her shoulder. Where he’d struggled earlier, he now slipped into submissive mode effortlessly. It was like second nature when he was with her, his first
and
only Mistress to hold his heart. All other Dommes paled in comparison. She touched him like no other could – and despite the inherent danger, he no longer wanted to resist.

Every inch of him was shaking as he fought the need to forge deeper inside. She hadn’t told him he could move. He had to be patient and wait for her command. When it finally came, he nearly sobbed in relief.

“Fuck your Mistress!”

He obeyed and surged into her wet heat. “So good. Thank you, Mistress.” He moved against her, rocking in the slow sensual coupling he remembered her enjoying, praying he could hold on long enough to see to her pleasure. The heady feeling was going straight to his head as his nuts drew up tight. God he wanted to come.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders. “I said fuck me! Not make love to me! I want my sub to leave his mark on me.”

The sting of her nails and the command broke through his restraint like it was tissue paper. Tossing his head back on his shoulders he pounded in and out of her, loving how perfect the woman under him was. When she screamed out her pleasure, he sobbed in relief – he’d done it. He’d made her come on his cock despite being on the edge himself.

“Pull out, now!” Her order came just in the nick of time, he pulled out as the first rope of seed exploded from the head. Wrapping his hand around the base, he tried to stall the rest of his orgasm, but to no avail. “Come on me!” Arching, his hand working furiously between his thighs, he shot three more strands of seed on her soft mound and stomach.

When his orgasm eased, his head dropped forward as he fought to breathe.
God damn I haven’t come that hard in ages.

“Look at me,
mal-chick.
”

“In deference to your physical state I’m going to forego the crop - but you
will
be punished.” She sat up her legs hanging over the edge. “Over my knees, Micah.”

“Crimson, Mistress.” His voice grew stronger as he adjusted to the reality of being his Mistress’s again. It wasn’t a dream. This was really happening.