His by Carolyn Faulkner (recommended reading txt) 📕

She'd apparently been well trained.

"Daniel, I'm probably going to let Raina come now, if she continues to be good like she has been. Why don't you reach out and grab her titties. And don't be gentle with her. Pinch those nipples hard and pull them good. That'll get her there faster, and that's what's best for her."

When her Master, her husband, said that, it was the first time Daniel saw any inclination whatsoever that Raina might protest what was being done to her, and even then, it wasn't truly a rebellion, it was merely a long, anguished groan - worse than anything he'd heard while she was being disciplined - and a jerking of her upper body, just once, as if he'd already reached out to capture and torture those generous globes.

He hated to admit it to himself, but his hands literally itched to do it, and finally he gave in. He wasn't strong enough to resist his baser urges. He reached over the edge of the table and almost touched her, while her non-verbal protests grew louder and more desperate.

"Do it. It's what she needs - to be submissive to me. Do her the favor of forcing her to bend to my will."

God help him, he did. And those breast were wonderful and soft and firm at the same time as he let his fingers dig into her flesh before seeking and finding those rigid He could see out of the corner of his eye how, despite her protests, now that it was happening, now that she was being touched and fucked and frigged when she had no choice and no hope of escape, it somehow relaxed her.

"Come, Raina," his friend ordered, as if he was calling a German Shepherd to his side.

Daniel could see how hard she was being fucked by that massive hand of his, could feel how nearly every powerful plunge nearly lifted her off the table. He was surprised how dispassionate his friend seemed, how he was really only touching her in the two most essential places, and was carefully holding himself away from her, so that those were their only points of contact. An instant later, as he brutally pinched and pulled her nipples she screamed her pleasure into his ear.

He nearly let go, but the other man's harsh, "Keep it up," kept him in place. By his count, she cascaded through at least three more orgasms, and maybe a fourth, before her husband disengaged from her, slipped off his gloves and immediately came up to her head to release her.

Daniel found himself feeling foolish with his hands still on her, so he retreated to the living room as the woman he had personally molested was taken away.

When his host reappeared, it was with a somewhat tight smile on his face, but then that was to be expected. It was a tight situation. Neither man had experienced any sort of relief, and there were two huge tents being pitched in that lovely big living room. "She'll sleep now," he said somewhat awkwardly.

Daniel extended his hand. "As always, it was an honor."

"Thank you for coming, old friend. We'll have you over to the house for dinner."

As much as he wanted to, Daniel couldn't keep himself from asking, "Dinner and something like I just witnessed?"

Apparently he couldn't quite hide his eagerness, because he was very heartily laughed at. "You old pervert. I thought you didn't get into this kind of stuff? Yes, more of the same, if that's what you want."

They shook hands again, and Daniel went to pilot his private chopper to a reasonably nearby tourist destination and his own room, and his own blessed relief.

The master of the household he'd just left, however, puttered a bit around the place, cleaning things up and rolling the trunk of treasures back to the end of their bed. It was still earlyish in their honeymoon, and there was still a lot more to come.

He checked his email - thanks to the satellite hookup he'd had installed - then made his way to their bedroom, where he spent the next few hours drifting into sleep. He'd not had his own pleasure, but she'd been so exhausted and so tried by what he'd required from her that he couldn't quite bring himself to make her accommodate him that way, too, so he waited until just before dawn. The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon and spill yellowness through their wide open sliders when he turned to her.

She was just beginning to stir when he rolled onto her and slipped his arms beneath her knees, tucking them over his shoulders. Even when they made love, he preferred that she be as helpless as possible, that she be as vulnerable as he could make her without ropes and chains. He sank his throbbing, aching self into her deep, in one sure stroke that drove her into the mattress, as a hand reached down to cup the bottom he'd so thoroughly roasted the evening before.

Raina loved being awakened this way, with him inside her, especially when neither of them had to get up and go to work. She put her arms up, her hands by her head, the way he liked her to, willingly surrendering herself to him, offering her body up to him for his pleasure, silently signaling her willingness to accept whatever he decided to do to her.

The sight of her like that took him over the edge right there. He never got over the contrast within her, that he knew Daniel had just experienced the smallest taste of last night. That this incredible woman would simply place herself so trustingly into his hands, into his care, when she knew that a significant part of that care involved imparting tremendous amount of pain for her, and also required that she do just what she was doing right now - complete and utter surrender to