Rod of Correction_ Taken and Tamed(9)

To come, which he did in an embarrassingly short time.

A less confident man might have been concerned – even somewhat apologetic - about how little time it took him to get his rocks off , but as far as he was concerned, she should consider it a compliment. He hadn’t lost control of himself like that in decades, but she’d stripped away the thin veneer of civilization he’d carefully erected around himself – as he’d known she would – leaving him the very bare essence of himself.

At his core he wanted nothing more than to fuck her, as constantly and completely as was humanly possible.





Chapter III



Sunny was astonished – and not a little disappointed - that it was all over that quickly. She wasn’t quite sure what to do with herself once he was through, so she stayed uncharacteristically quiet, waiting for him to decide.

She realized with a start that this was a surprisingly pleasant idea. She wasn’t the one who had to make all the decisions for the rest of the weekend. That was a rare position to find herself in. Normally, she had her fingers in a dozen pies and was making rapid fire decisions all day long – even in her personal life, where, granted, her business tended to bleed over. But now, he was the captain of this ship; she decided that she was going to lie back and enjoy not having any responsibility. She felt freer than she had in a very long time, and the relief she felt having made that decision brought a big grin to her face.

Rod, who had only jackknifed himself away from her seconds before to stand at the end of the table, looking down at her without a trace of the embarrassment, asked, “What’s that smile about?” with not a small amount of suspicion in his tone.

He extended his hand to her imperiously and helped her sit up, glad to see that she hadn’t immediately broken position to try to stand once he had. Perhaps she was going to be trainable, after all.

It didn’t even occur to her to try to be coy with him or try to play off the exact reason for her happy face. That wasn’t her style at all, submissive or not. “I was just thinking that – since I’m not the dominant one for a change – that I don’t have any responsibilities. I don’t have to make any decisions at all.”

Her unfettered delight in that discovery had him smiling, too. “Well, you do have a responsibility as my submissive to keep me happy.” He pressed tiny, soft kissed all over her face as he spoke, then nuzzled her ear to say deeply, “Because if I’m not happy, believe me, you’re not going to be, either. And you’re right – you don’t make decisions for the next day or so.” He tipped her chin up so that their eyes met. “Think you can handle that?”

“Sounds like paradise to me,” she sighed, resting a hand lightly on his chest.

Rod laced his fingers with hers and used his hold to bring her arm around behind her back, not painfully so, but firmly, leaving no doubt that he didn’t intend to give it back any time soon - leveraging it to bring her against him. His other palm cupped the back of her head, controlling her subtly but no less surely as his lips captured hers in a kiss that began with a surprisingly sweet element, backstopped by pure, unadulterated heat.

Sunny was amazed to realize that this was their first kiss – pecks on the cheek in greeting not withstanding. He was a marvelous kisser, not too wet, not too dry, with just the slightest bit more pressure than she preferred, but then, this was an inherently dominant man who – however temporarily – had jurisdiction over her.

That felt damn good – both the kiss and the mental acknowledgement of her loss of control over this situation - better than she wanted it to by far. She could get used to this very easily, and had to tamp down her sense of alarm at that thought. There was no cause for concern. It was going to be a wild weekend of – relatively – harmless sexploration. Where was the bad?

His kisses didn’t remain soft and sweet, though. They very quickly became exacting, then outright conquering if she was too slow to respond for his tastes. Sunny found her mouth twisted open beneath his, that eager tongue of his plundering inside, both strong arms wrapping around her as he held her captive against him, giving her no choice but to respond to him instinctively, to meet his fiercely masculine demands with her own feminine promise.

She didn’t try to soften his approach at all, but rather matched his fire with her own, and they found themselves nearly devoured in the searing heat of their mutual lust.

Although he was no longer a teenager, Rod found his body reacting as if he was still sixteen or so, and it was as if he hadn’t just burst uncontrollably within her. He was as rock hard as he had been when he’d first lifted her onto the table - hell, as hard as he always was around her.