Show Me, Baby:A Masters of the Shadowlands Novella(24)

"N-nothing." Her voice quivered. God, she was such an idiot. "I'm fine." She shoved at his arms.

"Bullshit." Sliding his hands down to take hers, he squatted in front of her. "You looked as if I'd slapped you."

"You're such a … a stubborn … "

When his chin lifted slightly, her words dried right up. Calling a Dom stupid could lead to pain and not the good kind.

"Rainie?"

He wasn't going to let it go, was he? She huffed in exasperation, but at  least her tears were gone. "Sir, I'm a big woman, and mostly I like  that. But society is … can be … cruel." She scowled down at her wide hips,  feeling immense.

He studied her for a long, long minute, then tucked a stray lock of hair  behind her ear. "We all have those moments, baby. Bear in mind, though,  I really enjoy your shape. You're a fantastic playground."

"Excuse me?" Her tone came out on the icy side.

With his hands curled over her knees, he kissed the inside of her  thighs. "Now, some playgrounds only have swing sets. I suppose that's  all right, but in my opinion, the more, the better. As it happens, I  like ones with slides." He nuzzled her stomach.

"And jungle gyms." Cupping her breasts, he teased the nipples taut  again, then rose to his feet. In a swift move, he lifted her, set her on  her knees, and with unyielding hands, positioned her to face the back  of the couch.

"And merry-go-rounds." He kneaded her full buttocks before whispering  into her ear, "The playground that is your body could keep me  entertained forever."

As he kissed the hollow between her neck and shoulder, his open hum of  enjoyment erased her unhappy memories, replacing them with sizzling  hunger.

"Don't move." He ran his fingers along the top of the couch to her  right. A Velcro cuff popped out from a hidden pocket beneath the  upholstery.

Another cuff? "How many of those do you have?"

"Lots, sweetling." He secured her wrist and pulled another cuff from the left side.

As he finished, her shoulders rested on the top of the couch, her arms  restrained toward each end. Her breasts dangled. In the air, her bottom  tilted up, stationed above her feet.

He stood behind her, bathing her in his heated gaze before lightly slapping the insides of her thighs. "Open for me, baby."

She wiggled her knees apart and jolted as he ran two fingers through her  wet labia. When she tried to lift her torso, a heavy hand between her  shoulder blades kept her in place. "Stay put, subbie, or I'll spank that  gorgeous ass."

One merciless hand pinned her, and his other massaged her buttocks.

Restrained. Touched. Her body heated with a smoldering desire.

His playground. As he touched, he'd stop to slide a finger inside her  pussy or stroke around her clit-as if he wanted to see her wiggle.

She couldn't help herself.

He was openly enjoying himself-using her in precisely the way he wanted.

His ruthless handling drove her into a floating surrender. Take me; take everything. Her whole body softened.

"That's right, sweetling," he murmured, leaning in to kiss her cheek.

She couldn't feel any embarrassment or worry with such open approval.

A second later, she heard a zipper and a condom wrapper. Her body  trembled in anticipation, and then his cock pressed against her pussy.  And stopped. The rabbit vibrator had left her slick … and very swollen.  She hissed as he rocked his hips to work his shaft in. When the broad  head breached her entrance, he stopped.         

     



 

Her stretched core throbbed around the intrusion. All of her, every cell, felt alive and begging to be touched.

He ran his hands down her back, leaned forward, and kneaded her breasts.  The claws had left the delicate skin abraded and so, so sensitive. When  he rolled her abused nipples between his fingers, her insides clenched  around him … and he laughed.

Jesus, how much control did the man have? Was he going to stand there  with his dick only partly in her? She wanted … wanted to be taken.  Hammered hard. She tried to push back onto him, but her arm restraints  allowed no movement … and he noticed her attempt.

"Bad girl." Amusement underlay the stern tone. A stinging smack hit her  right buttock, and the flare of pain made every nerve in her pussy  sparkle and spasm. Three additional spanks followed, hard enough to  leave her ass cheeks feeling scalded.

God, she needed him more than she could bear. "Please." Her breath escaped in sharp little pants. "I want … need … you to take me."

"When I'm ready, Rainie. When I'm ready." He leaned forward again and  kissed the back of her shoulder, nuzzling her, driving her crazy.  Sadistically taking his time, he pinched her nipples and teased her  breasts until they swelled to a throbbing tightness.

Finally, he straightened, and his big hands curved over her full, full  hips. "Fuck, I love your ass. Next time, I'm taking you there."

Without waiting for her response, he rammed into her pussy, hard and fast and deep.

The surprise, the stretch of sensitive tissues, the exhilarating  knowledge of being taken for a Master's pleasure blew through her. Her  neck arched as the shock hit, and he was already pulling back and  driving in again.

God, yes.

Hands gripping her securely, he hammered her. "Look at those ass cheeks  quiver." He paused to fondle her buttocks, rotated his hips as if to be  sure every inch of her pussy had been wakened, and resumed. Each deep  penetration started a shockwave low in her pelvis to travel up her  center.

And she loved it. Loved …  No. With an enticing wiggle, she squeezed her internal muscles to please him.

His laugh rolled out. "There's the cunt I love." Leaning forward, he  wrapped his long arms around her waist. His right palm pulled her  stomach and mound upward, forcing her clit to poke out … for his left hand  to find. His callused fingers brushed tantalizingly against the nub.

As the exquisite sensations engulfed her, she groaned and everything  inside her bore down. A coil of pressure at her core tightened, growing,  expanding, taking over her body, her control. The ache in her shoulder,  the awkwardness of the position, the tightness of the cuffs-all  disappeared, leaving only the stroke of his merciless, knowledgeable  fingers and the ruthless impalement on his thick cock.

Her body tensed, thighs quivering, as he drove her to the peak. Almost … almost …

He stopped.

Her moan of protest was loud in the room. He pulled back slightly to  edge her legs out wider, then gripped her ass cheeks, pulling them  apart. This time his cock penetrated deeper than any ever had before,  invading her body so thoroughly, so intimately, as Jake took her over  completely.

The onrushing tidal wave of orgasm slammed into her, sending her over. And over. And over.







Jake woke before dawn, lying on his back. Rainie's head rested on his  right shoulder, and her thick, wavy hair covered his chest. Her softness  against his side and the light fragrance of her shampoo had him  hardening. But damned if he wanted to-or could-move.

She had him pinned down on one side. On the left, Rhage and Guido lay  curled against his hip and thigh. Normally he'd insist the dogs sleep at  the foot of the bed, but his two rescue cats had staked out that  territory. Patton, the Manx, was draped over his right leg, MacArthur,  the tiger-stripe, on his left.

Good thing he didn't get claustrophobic, he thought drowsily. On the  contrary, even with his grief for Violetta still fresh, he couldn't  recall feeling more content.

Sure, being surrounded by animals always made him happy, but this ease  was deeper. As if the woman lying next to him had carved new channels in  his soul and filled them with her ever-flowing joy.

He half snorted at the thought. Any minute now, he'd break into The  Sound of Music or something. Gunny would have been horrified.

Guido stirred and raised his head. With a whine, the dog jumped off the bed to sit by the door.

Seriously?

Another whine.

Fuck. But he couldn't blame the beastie for the impact of a changed  environment, different routine, and new food on his system. Carefully,  Jake disentangled himself from the various bodies.

Rainie murmured inaudibly and rolled to her other side. He eyed the pale  roundness of her ass with prurient thoughts, sighed again, and motioned  the dog out of the room, taking Rhage as well.         

     



 

A few minutes later, as he sat on the edge of the concrete slab, he  heard the porch door. A glance over his shoulder gave him a treat.

In his T-shirt, Rainie was all curves and beautiful legs. Her  multi-colored hair waved over her shoulders, her eyes were sleepy, her  mouth swollen from his kisses.

Nice. Very, very nice.

She pulled a chair close to him and sat. "Dogs?" she asked, her voice  beautifully husky as if she'd had all the high notes fucked away.

Made a man proud.

He pointed to the field and the two dogs stalking and pouncing on field mice with abysmal success.

"At this hour?" She snorted. "You know, when I drag home from work, Mr.  Energizer Puppy's raring to play. All evening. It's a good thing I'm out  of school or I'd flunk."