He placed her on the bench, her breasts on either side of the thin, padded seat. She let her cheek rest against the leather, perfectly satisfied that it was clean and ready for her. Derek wouldn’t allow anything less.
How long had it been since a man had taken care of her the way Derek was? Maybe never, she had to admit. Kevin had been loving and kind, but he hadn’t had the attention to detail Derek had.
Maybe it was time to stop comparing them and let them be. Her two lovers. Maybe it was time to simply admit that she was lucky to have had them both.
“You’re already crying. Use your safe word if you’re scared.” His hand was in her hair.
She had to make him understand. “It’s not bad. It’s the only….”
“It’s the only time you can let yourself go. Then let me help you. Let me give you what you need. Forget about everything except what you need.” His hand touched the cheek of her ass and he began.
He was methodical. He was devious. He never struck the same place in the same way. He gave her long, hard smacks that shook her body and then short, sharp ones to keep her on edge. Every single smack made the knot press against her clit. Pleasure warred with pain, but at the heart of all of it was that amazing sense of relief she found. It was so much stronger with Derek. She’d always needed this, craved it like the addict she was, but this particular drug was stronger than the rest. The other Doms had gotten her to a place she needed to go, but it was like a stop along the way to the destination she hadn’t known she was searching for. Derek took her to heaven. Nirvana. Anywhere a woman found herself, that was where he took her.
She didn’t even realize when he’d stopped. She was so deep into her subspace that she wondered how much time had passed between the spanking and his calling her name.
It was dangerous. She slipped into subspace so quickly with him that it could be bad if he weren’t so damn trustworthy.
She’d been a bitch to him in the past and yet she knew he would never hurt her, never take advantage of her trust. She’d wronged him, made his life hell because he pissed her off, and yet his hands were so gentle on her.
“Karina, I’m done. I can’t do any more without hurting you.”
And he would never hurt her even when she didn’t care. “Let me serve you.”
“Karina, you don’t have to.”
She wanted to give back to him. He was such a giving Dom. She’d been around long enough to know the type. Some Doms lived to be serviced. Not this one. Derek needed to be needed. He needed a sub who thrived under his care, his affection. But what she’d figured out about service tops was that they often forgot about their own needs. They gave and gave to their bottoms without requesting return.
She wanted to give to him, to finish the unspoken agreement between them. They had a contract but it was heavily weighted in her favor. She was the sub. She controlled the bargain.
Love was something different. She was suddenly pretty damn sure she loved Derek Brighton.
“I want to. I want to serve my Master openly. I want everyone to see how much I submit. Derek, please.”
This wasn’t about the case. It was about him. He’d given her more than she could have imagined. More affection. More honesty. More truth about himself. He’d held up his end of the bargain. He seemed to enjoy lying in bed with her and talking. He’d told her about his life, and she loved hearing his stories. He was a hero. He deserved so much and she wanted to give it to him.
His hands went around her waist and he picked her up without even a grunt of recognition to her weight. He just lifted her and placed her where he wanted her to go.
On her knees. In front of him.
Yes, that did it for her. He’d been so open with her pleasure. Every time he’d taken her, he’d gone down and licked and sucked until she screamed. But he’d been in charge and he’d pleasured her, only taking his own after he’d secured her orgasm. She wanted to give back, wanted him to know it was okay to take from her, too. And damn, but she wanted a taste of that man. She’d only ever sucked one other cock. She’d never wanted another.
“Serve me, gorgeous. Let them all see that you belong to me.” His hands went to the ties on his leathers.
And she watched as he released his cock. Usually he was all over her. He never gave her a moment to really stare at him. She took it now. He was beautiful. His cock was freaking gorgeous. Thick and long, he had a beautiful cock. With a plum-shaped head and pretty pink skin, she couldn’t help but have her mouth water.
He stepped in, bringing that glorious cock closer to her mouth. He’d helped her to her knees. The dress he’d wound around her body stopped at the middle of her thighs so she had some wiggle room. She let her thighs fall open slightly, allowing the knot on her clit to tighten. So good. She only had to move up and down to work the knot. Her sweet Master had prepared her for pleasure.