Into His Keeping Page 29

  “What?” Jill gasped in surprise. Her body was on fire, every inch of her begging for his attention and she didn’t want to talk. He’d told her not to earlier. Now he wanted something else?

  His hard eyes rose to stab into hers. “Thank me for keeping you from coming. My nasty little whore almost came from her pussy spanking and she needs to thank me for helping her.” His face was harshly beautiful as he regarded her. Every feature cut and defined, as was his body. A light sheen of sweat coated his perfect body. He stood beside her, looking down at her with arms crossed, legs set in that masculine stance of a male with a massive hard-on, and he was perfect.

  “You will know whose property you are, Jill. Thank me for keeping you out of trouble. Or do you want that spanking?” he inquired coldly. “We’ve never gone in that direction, little cunt. Don’t think I won’t. Now do as you’re told.”

  “Thank you,” Jill breathed shakily.

  “More. That was hardly sincere.” Holdin reached down and casually turned the knob at the end of the dildo in Jill’s ass, shutting it off.

  “Thank you for helping me,” Jill tried again, and couldn’t keep a moan out of her voice as Holdin slowly pulled the big plastic impaler from her. He stripped off the condom, turning it inside out and dropping it on the floor.

  “Good enough. Hold this.” He handed her the dildo. Holdin knelt on the long chair and positioned himself at her ass, entering her with a hard thrust. Again with no preliminary touches or encouragement. He was simply fucking her ass as if he owned it. He grimaced in pleasure as her tight opening closed around him.

  His face now inches from hers as he leaned over her, his eyes opened to look directly into her eyes as he plowed into her. “Damn, that’s good,” he breathed then continued. “I expect you to use a Fleet from under the sink every time you have a bowel movement. Ass and cunt are mine. I expect them available. You’ll use a plug every day for at least two hours. Respond if you understand.”

  “Yes,” Jill breathed. Her mind felt fractured as he fucked her while instructing her on how to make herself available for his use. It was hard and direct. It was shockingly erotic. She was his body and he would have her as he pleased. His words gave her an anchor to cling to as his cock powered in and out of her. He was bigger than the dildo had been and he stretched her to her limits. The burn of her clamped nipples was nothing compared to the fire he so casually disregarded in her well-oiled ass.

  “Now turn on the dildo and hold it over your clit.”

  “Oh God,” Jill exclaimed. “I can’t—”

  “Are you refusing a command?” Holdin interrupted her harshly.

  “No. No, but—”

  “Then do it,” he snapped ruthlessly again.

  “But—”

  Holdin’s hips slammed into her with increasing force as his lips peeled back from his teeth. “Do it now.”

  Jill turned on the dildo again and slowly reached down to hold the tip over her distended clit. As soon as it touched her, she moaned in excited agony.

  “That’s right. Feels so good, doesn’t it?” Holdin praised her as he took her hard and fast now.

  Jill was dazed in a swirling maelstrom of sensation as he continued to murmur to her. His words held her even as they drove her higher.

  “Feel how good it is, Jill. Your ass was made for fucking. That sweet cunt begs for it with your witch’s scent. I smell you every time I walk into a room. Your wet invitation will never be ignored again, sweet slut. You’re mine. My whore, my nasty witch who can’t get enough cock in her. My cock, Jilly-girl. Only mine. I will never allow you to feel needy again. Do you understand me?”

  Jill was too restrained to thrash but her head rolled back and forth on the chair back as her body absorbed his use. Her brain could hardly register his words but she needed them. His hard, demanding use drove her to a place of such delight and unimaginable pleasure that she was only just able to contain it. He’d stripped her of any responsibility except to receive him. Now she knew what that left her. It left her nothing and everything.

  His whore was flying with the stars and he hadn’t let her come yet. Jill moaned desperately but couldn’t answer him.

  Holdin chuckled darkly as he looked down at her. “Not yet. You will not come without permission, woman. You will learn to wait for it. My cunt, my ass, my mouth. When you’re clear on that, you get to show me how high you can fly.”

  He reached between them and pulled the dildo out of her hands, dropping in on the floor. His fingers went directly to her clit. Thumb and forefinger clamped around it and pulled up harshly. Again the spike of pain pulled her back from the edge. Holdin held her there as his cock rammed into her with savage force and then he was bellowing his release. Jerking thrusts slammed her as he came. Still he held her clit, forcing her to feel his orgasm while her pleasure was delayed.

  He released her clit and slumped over her as his big body shuddered on the fading currents of the hard orgasm. His head on her shoulder, Holdin gasped in air and growled it out. He seemed to be rumbling in pleasure. Jill had never heard him like this. The image of the Bengal tiger flashed in her mind again. The rough, guttural sound might be what one of those huge cats sounded like when it purred.

  She was shaking, sweating profusely and felt as if her entire body were a pincushion with a thousand needles pricking her. Every nerve vibrated in electric excitement. Again, hanging on the edge of ecstasy had taken her to a new level of sensation.

  Holdin slowly peeled off her. He flicked the leather straps open and gently stretched each leg down, rubbing her thigh muscles briskly as he did it. Taking her hands, he pulled her off the chair, not letting her lay there for even a minute and recover.

  “Time to clean up,” he informed her as with her hand securely in his, he left the closet and strode into the master bathroom.

  In the bathroom, he pointed at the toilet. “Sit. Pee if you can.”

  Holdin disposed of the condom from his cock and turned to the shower to flick it on. His tone told her to sit on the toilet. His words said he didn’t care if she couldn’t pee, that was where she was instructed to be. His complete ownership extended to this room and he was making sure she knew it.

  Jill sat on the toilet and studied her toes, unable to even look up. She couldn’t pee but several drops of his cum and her juices slid out of her. Her shuddering body calmed as she breathed deeply. What were they doing? What was happening to her?

  His fierce demeanor was a side she’d never seen. Her reaction to him like this was a shocking revelation. She’d read novels about domination and submission. Read a lot of them in her lonely hunger these last years. Recognizing herself in the submissive heroines hadn’t been difficult, but since she’d never experienced this level of submission, she hadn’t realized how much she wanted it.

  The events in those novels turned her on, gave her a squirming thrill. But she’d still distanced herself from them by believing it was just a naughty fantasy. Like looking through a peephole into a world she would never visit in person.

  Today he’d taken her to the other side of the peephole. She sat trembling on a toilet with his seed dripping out of her. Her body was on fire and it was his harsh, demanding use that had made her that way. She was afraid, afraid of the woman she hadn’t known she was. This woman who shuddered with excitement as she watched him across the tiled floor was a stranger. And yet, she’d been deep in Jill’s soul for so long.

  Jill blushed as he glanced back at her.

  “Come. Get in,” he commanded as he slid the shower door open.

  Jill shyly wiped and followed him into the steamy cubicle. Holdin was standing under the water, letting it stream over him with his eyes closed. Again the beauty of his glistening body struck Jill. Every muscle was distinct under the light fur of his golden body hair. Across his chest the fur became a pelt that narrowed down and darkened to a slender line between the hard ridges of his tight midriff. Below his navel the dark blond curls surrounding his cock and balls
seemed an appropriate cushion for those impressive parts.

  Jill was so enthralled watching the clear water sluice down his body that she didn’t realize his eyes were open, watching her. At her renewed blush his smile was almost tender. Holdin stepped out of the spray.

  “Wash me,” he instructed quietly. Jill reached for the washcloth. “No, soap your hands.”

  Jill took the soap and slicked her hands with it. Hard, hot steel met her touch. Soft fur, firm tendons, this was an amazing new torture, she realized. Her body was zinging with unfulfilled need. His forcing her to run her hands over his body only took her right back to sexual desperation. He didn’t touch her, simply turned occasionally to accommodate her.

  Up to this point he’d done almost all the touching. Restraining her or arranging her as he chose. Commanding her to indulge her senses in this sensual bathing showed her one more way he knew exactly what she needed.

  Jill didn’t realize she’d started moaning as her lips opened to pant in air. She vibrated on the high wire of erotic indulgence as she obediently caressed every inch of him. Lovingly outlining his magnificent muscles in slow gratification. He decided when she was finished. She’d have stood there for hours petting him.

  Under the spray, he pulled her to his chest. As the soap rolled off him, his knuckle slid under her chin to turn her face up. His expression softened into a smile at her unfocused eyes and harsh breathing.

  “Mine.” His head lowered and his mouth sealed over hers.

  The kiss was a gentle invasion and exploration of the damp recesses of her hungry mouth. He wouldn’t let her suck on his tongue as she wanted to. Evading her and licking softly, he seduced the insanely willing woman writhing in his arms.

  He gently pulled away from her mouth. Large hands caressed her back as Jill moaned in disappointment. “Shhh, baby. It’s all right.” He stepped out of the spray. “Come. Use your mouth and take what you need.”

  Jill fell on him like a cat in heat. Her fingers clawed up his sides as her mouth went to his chest. Sucking a flat male nipple into her, her teeth scraped him and Holdin jerked in a gasp. She didn’t waste time though. Her lips dragged down his body as she sank to her knees and found what she now wanted more than her next breath.

  Long and hard, the glistening cock took up her world. She needed it. Needed to feel it in her. Jill’s mouth opened over it and she thrust her head down on it, pushing it into her with force. Holdin’s fingers combed through her hair but he didn’t restrain her in any way as Jill sucked him in.

  This had been the test. Holdin felt euphoria slash through his fear as Jill took him. He knew he’d ruthlessly taken her to subspace and then beyond. He’d pushed as hard as she pushed him. He’d been making damn sure she knew he could take her anywhere she needed to go. Holdin Powell was going to be her only dominant, the only male who could plunge her into need and pull her back out again. He owned the submissive slut in her. His iron fist on that magnificent bitch’s collar could not be disputed. Not even by Jill herself.

  Holdin gritted his teeth and looked down at his woman. She was shatteringly beautiful. Even though he’d taken her to this place where she needed to do this, be this, it was still almost more than he could bear. More than he could take in. She met him at every turn and matched his needs with a sexual hunger that pushed him higher. Took him to an intensity he hadn’t known he could reach. Watching her, feeling her, knowing how deeply she needed to be where she was at this moment squeezed the last bit of his soul from his possession and handed it over to the woman on her knees at his feet.

  Her head moved in harsh, deep thrusts, fucking him into her. Her body naturally knelt with legs spread wide in a submissive’s position of service. The little spray that reached her around his back made rivulets of water that streamed down her body. Several ended in her crotch and the water petting those sensitive folds were unpredictable fingers of sensation that strummed with decadent results. Her hips started thrusting in time to her long sucking strokes on his cock.

  Her fingers gouged into his hard thighs as she groaned over her task. Dark guttural sounds hummed down his shaft to his balls.

  Holdin braced his legs and fought to endure the depths she was taking him to. He’d known she’d want this. Driven her to it. Known her body was so sensitive that he dare not touch her in the shower until she’d come. He would never cheat like that and force her to fail. That was not what they were about. But he hadn’t expected this level of lust and animal pleasure in her. She was all things hungry and needy. His beautiful Jill.

  The amazing creature between his legs drove him to lust much faster than he’d ever thought possible. He’d come twice, he wasn’t a kid anymore and here he was fighting the urge to come again. It was every fantasy he’d never dared dream come true at once.

  Maybe he’d gone too far in driving her into her submissive soul. She’d kill him at this rate. Holdin squeezed his eyes shut and he tried to think of last year’s lineup. Envisioning the defensive line should have cooled him off. They were damn ugly bastards. They all seemed to leer at him while watching his woman. He wiped that thought from his mind.

  His hands went to the walls of the shower stall to brace himself as Jill turned up the speed of her sweet mouth bobbing up and down his cock. Have mercy. This woman refused him any and he knew asking for it was useless. But he would not let her have him in two minutes. He had to be more of a man than that. Holdin gritted his teeth and envisioned a room full of reporters. He’d always secretly hated those interviews. Damn it to hell! That was worse. He felt as if they were all busy snapping photos. Not what he wanted at all.

  His balls tightened and burned in protest and Holdin gave up. She could suck his soul out his cock. He didn’t care anymore. Reaching down abruptly, he released her nipple clamps. Dropping them carelessly on the shower floor as the fire roared over him. As the first jet hit the back of her mouth, Jill swallowed then released him, turned her head up and came with him as his seed painted her face.

  The exploding release of the nipple clamps burned from her breasts down to her belly in abandoned waves of fire. Freeing her tender nipples at that moment added too much sensation. Too much heat. Too much pleasure mixed with such decadent pain. And the utter domination of his knowledge of her body was shattering. The casual removal of those controlling devices screamed at her that he knew her body, knew its reactions and most shattering of all, he could send her into orgasm any time he wished. The demonstration of how he owned her was complete as he pumped jets of semen into her mouth and drove her to climax with little more than a casual flick of his fingers. Not even really touching her.

  Fire raced through her. Jill’s body clenched in shuddering contractions and her mind surrendered to everything he was. Everything she was. His whore, slut, whatever he wanted, because all she wanted was more of everything he’d given her. Much, much more.

  Her hands were still clutching his thighs and her nails dug in, creating red crescents as she screamed the release, her hips thrusting in contractions she had no control of.

  Above her Holdin snarled fierce expletives as his head sank between his shoulders and he watched himself bathe her with his mark while she howled in release. A release that was her surrender to him, to his hand on her body, her soul, her mind. She’d swallowed his mark, the rest, painting herself with his seed, had been more. So much more. A surrender that shook him in ways he hadn’t been prepared for.

  The sensual completeness of that moment was almost painful to Holdin. It shouldn’t have been possible for her to take more of him than he’d already surrendered to her. But she had. That image she gave him would burn his mind ‘til the day he died. There could be no higher perfection, no deeper expression of who they were. What they were.

  As soon as he could breathe again, Holdin pried her fingers out of his thighs and sank to his knees in front of her. She collapsed into his body as he reached for her. Both of them clung and panted, eyes closed. Holdin had no idea how long they sat in dazed exhaust
ion on the shower floor.

  Holdin’s head came up sharply when he heard Drifter’s voice calling from the bedroom. “Hey! Mom? Are you in here?”

  “We’ll be out in a few minutes,” Holdin responded as he opened his eyes and tried to focus.

  There was a few seconds of silence then Drifter pressed, “Mom, are you there?”

  “Yes. I’ll see you in a bit,” Jill called back to him. Her voice was breathless but she couldn’t help it. A second later they heard the outer door close.

  Holdin let out the breath he’d been holding. On his knees, he turned them so Jill sat under the shower spray. Very tenderly his hands ran over her, rinsing away the evidence of their lovemaking. His hands were shaking but there was no hiding it. Nothing remained between them but harsh honestly.

  “Can you stand?” he asked softly.

  Jill looked up at him and shook her head no.