Yes, Master (18 page)

My thoughts are broken when I hear the song Amazing Grace start playing.

The chorus echoes like a cyclone ripping around and around in my head.

Even though the song is about loss and death, I can’t help to think that my savior came to me in my hour of need.

My amazing grace isn’t Lucy, nor is it Stella.

My amazing grace is myself.

Through the horrific darkness and the catastrophic bleakness of the demons, I found the smallest beacon of light and dragged my broken soul toward it.

I
made that choice to start mending my life.
I
took the step and sought the help that I needed.

Amazing Grace finishes and I stand and walk to the front of the memorial. I place the armed forces coin on the memorial and slowly salute the fallen soldier.

He gave his life to protect my country, and in turn he gave his life to protect me.

As my arm lowers in an unhurried pace I decide that I’ll not let his life lost be in vain.

I walk over to his family and offer my condolences. With tears streaming down their cheeks they accept my gift of words as we lay their husband, their son and their father to rest.

Once the service concludes I get in my car and head home, because Stella told me she wanted to play tonight. So I need to pack my overnight bag and ensure that I’m groomed and freshly shaven for her.

Spending fifteen minutes at home to do what my Master wants is fifteen minutes way too long. I wish I could go directly to her house to be with her for as long as I possibly can, but I must obey.

When I drive up to her gated residence, I press the buzzer and the doors open automatically.

I park the car where she instructed and get my bag from the back seat.
 

I’m more confident and secure in knowing what’s about to take place, so I get to her front door without a moment more of hesitation.

Before I get to the door, Stella opens it and steps aside.

There’s something definitely wrong, she’s not looking at me and she’s not said a single word.

I drop my bag just inside the door and turn to kiss her, but her beautiful hardened green orbs are overtaken by puffiness, red and tears.

“Stella, what the hell’s going on?” I say as I sweep her into my arms.

“I’m sorry, Ryan. I should’ve cancelled tonight. I forgot you were coming,” she whimpers against my chest.

“Like fuck I would’ve let you. Not when you look so sad, Sweetheart.”

Stella buries her head in the hollow of my neck and embraces me tightly.

“Wrap your legs around me,” I instruct Stella as I grab the backs of her thighs and pull them up. She jumps and links her feet around my waist as she lets me take her weight. I walk us over to her family room and sit us both down on her plush oversized sofa.

Stella doesn’t move she just nuzzles closer to me and keeps sobbing. Her salt water soaks my t-shirt but I don’t care, I just need to hold my girl.

She’s clearly distressed and now it’s my turn to be her pillar of strength.

“What happened?” I ask in a calm soothing voice.

“Really terrible day,” she answers through tears.

With the slightest of touches I run my hands up and down her back and kiss her forehead.
 

“Let me help you.”

“Ryan, this happens every now and then,” she continues through more tears.

“Tell me so I can take the pain away.”

“I lost a patient today.” Her hands clamp tighter around me and I can feel the heaviness with every breath she takes.

“How?” I say as I gently take her saddened face between my hands and press a kiss to her nose.

“Her mom brought her and her twin sister in because she was having blurred vision and sometimes toppled over as she walked. She always complained of headaches and nausea. After extensive testing, we found she had a high-grade astrocytoma tumor. Basically that means she had a brain stem tumor that was growing rapidly. It mixes with the other tissues around the brain and surgery’s virtually impossible to get it out. Her parents were taking her to an oncologist that I referred, but the mom still kept bringing the girls to see me because I suppose we’d formed a bond. But the oncologist called me this afternoon to tell him that the little girl passed away today.” Stella lies back down on my chest and snuggles in.

“How old are the girls?”

“Ten.”
 

Fuck, Lucy’s ten.

My body goes rigid and I inhale deeply though my nose as my mind forcefully goes to unpleasant thoughts of sickness taking my perfect Lani away from me. It’s a reaction I didn’t want, but I also couldn’t help.

“I’d do everything I could for her, so don’t think like that,” Stella answers my fear and concern.

“I know.” I kiss her forehead again and trap her closer to my body.

“I’m glad you’re here, Ryan,” she says in a small voice.

“I don’t want to be anywhere else.”

“What we have is…. more.” She kisses my neck.

“I think I already know that,” I whisper as I lean my head down and kiss her plump lips.

“You mean a lot to me. And I don’t want to lose that.”

“You won’t. We’ll make us work.”

“I can’t get my head around to do a scene tonight.”

“I just want us to be together, nothing has to happen. Lean on me and allow me be your foundation.”

“Ryan,” Stella starts but hesitates. “For tonight I just want to be Stella and Ryan, not Master and boy.”

“Let me please my Master by showing her how much I care for her.”

“Take me to bed.”

“With pleasure.”

I stand and offer my Master my hand, she willingly takes it as I lead her to her room.

Chapter 22

“Stay still, Stella as I undress you,” I say once we’re inside her bedroom.

She smiles at me and lifts her hands above her head.

Grabbing her shirt, I swiftly move it over her head exposing her sexy purple lacy bra. Holy shit, her tits look damn awesome in that.

My hands gently grasp her tender soft breasts and I start to squeeze them and roll them between my fingers.

“God, that feels great. Take my bra off and tug my nipples,” she says as she lets out a low moan and closes her eyes.

I unclip her bra and let it fall unceremoniously to the floor, where it’ll stay for the rest of the night. I don’t pinch her nipples though, instead I lean down and take one tit in my mouth and bite on it as I pull with my teeth.

“That’s it, fuck, keep doing that,” she growls as she brings her hands up to hold my head to her breast.

I can feel her nipple elongate in my mouth as my tongue plays and teases the tip.

I unzip her skirt and push it down to the floor. It falls around Stella’s ankles and immediately I kneel before my Domme, I place her hand on my shoulder and carefully lift one leg as I move the skirt to the side. I easily put her leg down and repeat the same with the other.

Once the skirt’s in the same heap as her bra I sit back on my heels and admire my sexy Stella.

Fuck what a sight she is.

She’s wearing the smallest purple thong, it’s so tiny that a mere string is molded around her hips.
 

“What are you thinking?” she says as she straightens her back in confidence.

“I was just trying to decide what I want to taste first. I’ve already tasted your pussy, and it was fantastic. And god only knows that my cock is looking forward to being buried deep inside it. But fuck, Sweetheart, I want to lick your entire body from your toes all the way to head.”

“That’s a lot of licking, Sergeant,” she huskily says and smiles at the same time.

“Sergeant Major.” I correct her.

“Get that tongue working, Sergeant Major,” she instructs me.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

I lower my head and kiss her feet. One by one, I kiss and lick her pretty red toenails and toes.

“Oh yes, you’re definitely pleasing me.”
 

Joy rips through me with the knowledge that she’s enjoying what I’m doing and I’ve only just started.
 

With tiny kisses I track a trail from her left foot up to her calf, and when I get to the fleshy and toned part of her leg I spend time laving my tongue against the heated flesh as my mouth doesn’t break contact with either a kiss or a suck. Stella’s hand presses to the back of my head as I move to her other leg and repeat the same erotic process.

“Ryan, keep your mouth on me at all times.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I murmur as I pull some of her skin between my teeth.

I kneel in front of Stella and route a passage from her tasty and delectable knees up to her sparsely covered pussy. Shit, I can smell her perfect arousal through her thong. As much as I want to tongue fuck her, I also want her to feel cherished and loved after such a hard day.

What the hell?

Loved?

Momentarily I freak myself out by even thinking
that
word.

We’ve been together for what? A week? Fucking love?

No no no, I must be mistaken.

I can’t possibly love her.
Yet.

“What’s wrong?” Stella says as she cups my cheek with her hand.

“Nothing, I just really want you to let go and let me worship you.”

She lowers so we’re on the same level and kisses me with force and hunger. Her tongue dominates my mouth like she dominates me in the bedroom.

“You
are
taking care of me, and I’m enjoying every moment.”

I smile to let her know that I’m happy. And I truly am.

Stella stands in front of me again and guides my head back toward her pussy.

“Where were we?” she asks.

“I was about to tease your cunt with my tongue,” I say as I look up her.

“Your tongue is not resting tonight.”

“No, Ma’am.”

I start by running my nose down the front of her thong, and it’s damn well saturated with her alluring and appetizing wetness from her needy pussy. With a flick of both my wrists I rip the sexy thong from her body and throw it on the pile of discarded clothes. Her one little strip of hair teases me and calls for my mouth to lick and taste it.

“Take a step back and lean up against the wall, Stella,” I say as I move closer to her. I lift one leg and sling it over my shoulder which totally exposes her superb folds and empty deprived hole to me.
 

I bite her right outer fold and then suck it into my mouth as my tongue caresses it softly.

“Fuck, do that again,” Stella grumbles as she strokes my head gently with her hand.

I smile against her mound and bite her left fold, harder and for longer, but then suck on it and ease the sting with my tongue.

“God, yes, spread me open and tongue my clit.” She’s not backward about being forward.

I hold her folds open, and I’m rewarded with her hooded pulsating clit. I can see it contracting and I can see her arousal slowly dripping out of her core. Inserting my tongue to lick her dripping juices, I feel her instantly clamp down and milk me with her tight muscles.

“I might need to punish you because you didn’t listen to what I said.”

Shit, I don’t want that cane making an appearance tonight.

With mastered fingers I insert two into her damp tightness as I lick her clit slowly making Stella writhe against me and let out a low deep moan. I scissor my fingers inside her as I hungrily brush my tongue against her begging bud.

With two fingers deep inside her and my tongue servicing her clit I run my thumb along the smooth skin between her hole and her bud, applying pressure as I stroke her.

“Yes,” Stella yells as I continue my assault on her most intimate and flawless flesh.

I suck her clit into my mouth and bite down on it.
 

“FUCK!” she screams.

My fingers continue moving around by scissoring then joining to become thicker and curling it up and forward stroking her wall.

My thumb applies more pressure and I tongue her clit before I nip on it and suck it into my mouth.

With her leg still over my shoulder, Stella’s heel starts digging into my back and I can feel she’s close to coming.

I want her arousal again, I’ve been craving her salted caramel wetness to reward me by filling my mouth and overtaking all my senses.

“Ryan, I’m going to come.”

“Hmmm,” I say against her clit as I keep enjoying myself.

Her pussy clamps down on my fingers and squeezes them tightly as her plump and swollen clit trembles in my mouth. Her entire body quakes as she relaxes against the wall and a ripple rips through me as my cock’s now desperate to be released.

“That was simply, fantastic,” she says as I see her shoulders shake with satisfaction.

“Thank you, but I’d like to continue with my exploration.”

“Not after that, I want to ride you hard, Ryan. Strip and lay on the bed. Put your arms above your head and keep your legs together.”

She’s gone all Master on me even though she’s not officially called me boy. But again, that cane’s not something I want to experience so I do as she says.

Stella walks around to her bedside table and opens the top drawer. She pulls out one set of handcuffs and smiles at me.

“Loop your hands through the slatted head board and remain still.”

“I thought tonight we weren’t Master and boy, I thought we’re supposed to be Stella and Ryan?” I ask her.

“We are Stella and Ryan, but I still don’t like being topped.”

“I won’t top you, Stella.”

“I know, because you’ll be handcuffed to the bed. And if you don’t want the handcuffs then I’ll bring out the plastic cable ties or the double loop.”

“Double loop?”

“Heavy duty double loop chain, perfect for restraining animals,
and toys
,” she says in her husky Master’s tone.

“I’ll take the handcuffs then.”
Seeing as that’s my only choice.

“Good, they’ll bite into you more if you try moving causing a lovely red welt that you can look at and know I’ve inflicted.”

Ryan, just surrender.

I lie on the bed naked and grip my hands together through the headboard. Stella clicks the handcuffs on and I try moving my hands and sure enough, the cuffs rub against my wrists.