Then she wasn’t thinking about awkwardness. Her heart raced as
she looked at the newest addition to the dungeon. Stef had installed a floor-to-ceiling mirror. She stared for a moment at the reflection of
herself. She was naked, but she almost didn’t recognize the woman
there. She looked tousled and soft. She’d always thought of herself as gangly and too thin. She didn’t have Callie’s curves or Rachel’s petite grace, but there was an innate sexiness to the woman in the mirror
that couldn’t be denied.
“Yes, love, you’re beautiful.”
Stef stood in the doorway behind her, his dark hair ruffled. He
leaned on the frame and caught her gaze in the mirror.
“I never thought of myself as beautiful. I certainly never thought
of myself as sexy.” She doubted she would without him. Stef brought
out a version of herself she really liked. When Stef looked at her like he was looking now, she felt powerful and sexy even as she submitted
to him.
“I can’t think of you as anything less.” He tossed several items
onto the bed and took a place behind her, cupping her shoulders.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about painting you,
your graceful arms and long limbs.” He let his hands move lower to
cup the breasts that had always seemed too small to her, but felt like the perfect size when his hands were on them. “Your sweet breasts.
You’re my ideal model. I couldn’t find a woman I want more than
you.”
She let her head lean back against his chest, enjoying the picture
they made. When she looked into that mirror at the couple cuddling
together, it was hard to believe they ever fought at all. They looked
right together, as though two pieces that had been separated had
finally found their way back together.
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“Kiss me, love.”
She tilted her head up and reveled in his kiss.
* * * *
Stef pressed his lips to Jennifer’s mouth and felt himself sigh. All
of the previous tension of the day melted away as he let his body
mold to hers. This was what he’d needed since that moment when he
realized how close he’d come to losing her.
He’d walked into the room to find her staring at herself in the
mirror as though seeing herself for the very first time. He wanted her to see herself as he did—a true, amazing work of art. She was
gorgeous from the top of her silky, sable hair to her dainty toes. She would probably be shocked to discover he was fascinated with her
toes. She painted them pinks and purples, and one day last summer, a
bright, shocking orange. He loved summer because she would glide
around town in sandals, her toenails a patch of art in his day.
He ran his tongue along the seam of her lips. She always tasted
sweet to him. He sometimes thought he could run his tongue over her
skin a thousand times a day and never get sick of the taste.
How was he going to let her go?
A breathy little cry slipped from her mouth as he moved from her
lips to her neck. He let his eyes drift up so he could watch them in the mirror. She was femininity and grace to his masculine aggression.
That little mewling cry went straight to his cock. Every muscle in his body seemed hard and ready to pounce, but his cock was past rigid.
His cock was a throbbing, insistent rock.
He nuzzled her neck. His fingers found her rigid nipples. He
pinched at them, remembering how well she’d taken his
spontaneously made clamps. He had better ones now. Unwilling to
wait any longer, he moved back. “Get on your knees on the bed, love.
Face the mirror. I want you to watch everything I do to you.”
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She shivered a bit, but Stef didn’t think it was from the cold. He
could see her pussy, and it was getting creamy and soft. She was so
responsive, like an instrument only he was meant to play. She climbed
on the bed and turned so she could see herself in the mirror. Stef
reached out to the nightstand table and grabbed the first of the toys he’d brought for her, a set of lovely clover clamps. Silver and ornate, they were held together by a chain that would dangle between her
breasts.
“No more paper clips?” She anticipated his next command. She
pushed her shoulders back, thrusting her breasts out. The pink and
brown nipple pointed directly at him.
He quickly clamped the precious nubs, adjusting the tension to
ensure maximum stimulation without cutting off her circulation. He
would really prefer piercings. If she belonged to him, he would try to convince her to pierce her nipples. He’d play with the rings
constantly, twisting them and sucking on them. He would attach
pretty chains between the two and tug on them to stimulate her.
“It’s pretty, Stef.” She smiled at him like he’d given her a
diamond necklace rather than clamping her breasts for his pleasure.
“You’re prettier, love.” She was gorgeous, and it went past her
lovely face and sexy body. She was beautiful down to her soul. She
was kind and loving. She put others first. It was up to him to make
sure she got her dreams. Even if it meant letting her go.
But not yet. He could keep her for a while. He felt a stubborn
resolve rise. What if he taught her? He’d never taken on an art student before, but he’d never met one with as much potential as his Jennifer.
Surely he had something to teach her. His work went for hundreds of
thousands of dollars. He’d been reviewed as an artist to collect and
was doggedly pursued by gallery owners. He could teach her. For as
long as he taught her, he could enjoy her. He could hold her close and pretend she really belonged to him.
He traced the line of her torso down to her wet and ready pussy.
He found the jewel of her clit and rubbed gently.
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Her eyes closed, and her body bowed back slightly, opening her to
his touch.
“Come for me. I want to watch your face as you come.”
She murmured her assent as her breath caught.
Without letting up on the pressure he was exerting on her clit, he
grabbed the vibrator he’d brought for her. He replaced his finger with the rabbit, pressing the outside to her clitoris.
Jennifer’s eyes flew open as he flicked the vibe on.
“Oh.” A delicious moan came out of her mouth.
“Keep those eyes open.”
She opened her eyes. They were large and verdant green. She
could never lie to him because everything about her was right there in her eyes. Now he could see her desire in those eyes. Her bow of a
mouth came open as he rubbed the vibrator over and over her clit. Her
hips pumped forward, pressing against the sensation.
Stef looked down at her pussy. It was swollen and pink like a
flower just on the edge of bloom. He hadn’t needed to use the
lubricant he’d brought. By the time he’d clamped her nipples, she was
soaked with her own sweet cream. He notched up the vibrator, the
sound buzzing against her skin.
Her eyes flared. Her skin flushed a gorgeous pink. Her breath was
ragged as she moved toward orgasm.
“Stefan. Oh, Stef.”
His name sounded like a breathy prayer. Her hands came up. She
held on to his shoulders to balance herself as she cried out. Everything about her was so beautiful in that instant that Stef knew it would
never be the same again. He would never want another woman. He
might be able to view them as lovely on an aesthetic level, but she
was everything to him.
Her body shook in little quivering waves. It made the chain
between her clamps shiver. Stef tossed the vibe away and pulled her
close. His hands tightened on the soft flesh of her ass. She didn’t
hesitate, merely wrapped her arms around his neck and gave herself to
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him. Her mouth opened on his, and he took advantage. He plunged his
tongue into her silky heat. He kissed her over and over as though he
could memorize her taste. He loved the feel of her clamps teasing his
chest.
He could have kissed her forever, but his cock was insistently
pulsing, demanding attention. He forced himself away from her and
climbed off the bed. He ripped at the fly of his jeans and had the
offending garment off his body in a heartbeat. His cock bounced free.
“Hands and knees, love,” he commanded as he grabbed the tube
of lubricant. Jennifer hadn’t needed it to take the vibrator, but her
lovely asshole didn’t have her pussy’s cream. Stef felt his whole body tingle at the thought of finally shoving his dick up her ass, forcing her to take him in a place she’d never had a man before.
He was shocked to find his hands were shaking slightly as he got
onto the bed behind her. She was beautiful, the perfect picture of
submission. Her golden brown hair hanging down, she stared forward,
looking at the mirror. He wondered if she saw what he saw. He saw
Heart pounding, Stef couldn’t wait a moment longer. He slicked
up his dick, fisting himself in quick passes before moving on to the
more interesting part of the preparation. He parted her cheeks and
dripped the lube in between them.
“It’s cold.”
“Sorry, love.” He’d warmed it, but then he’d spent a good deal of
time getting her off. She was a dangerous distraction. “I’ll warm you
up in a minute.”
Stef pressed a well-lubed finger into her anus. She groaned. The
rosette of her asshole clenched around his finger.
“Relax. Don’t try to keep me out. I won’t let that happen.” He
pushed a second finger in. She groaned as he stretched her. The deep
sound made Stef groan a little, too. “This is mine. Say it.”
“It’s yours, Stef.”
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“Your body is mine.” The possessive words rolled off his tongue.
They felt right, just like she felt right. She was his, every inch of her.
“Your mouth, your breasts, your pussy, they’re all mine. What else is
mine?”
“Everything, Stef.” She didn’t hesitate. Her green eyes were clear
as she looked at him in the mirror. The chain dangled under her
breasts. “I am yours.”
He lined his cock up to her asshole. “You’re mine.”
He pressed in, every inch an outrageous pleasure. She was tight
around his cock, fighting to keep him out, but he gently pushed
forward. He would win this little war. He would have her because she
belonged to him. She would surrender everything to him. He gripped
her hips and drove in with ruthless precision.
“Oh, Stef, oh. It burns. You’re so much bigger than the plug.”
In the mirror, her face was tight with obvious discomfort. He
smoothed his hands over her back. “Poor baby. Is my nasty cock
splitting your little asshole?”
“Yes.” Her eyes flashed fire, and she hissed through clenched
teeth.
She didn’t look so submissive now, he thought with a chuckle.
This was how it should be. He should earn her submission. He should
bind her to him by taking care of her needs and wrapping her in love
and pleasure. “Give it a minute. Let your body adjust, love. You were
made for me. You can take me.”
She lowered her head and leaned forward, flattening her back to
push against him. It was just the traction he needed. With a low groan, he pushed his way in past her resistant muscles into the hot, tight
clasp of her ass.
He held himself there, reveling in the feel of being balls-deep
inside her.
“Are you going to get this over with?”
His hands tightened in warning on her hips. “Don’t push me, love.
I’m enjoying this, and in a moment, you will, too.”
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“I doubt that.”
He pulled back just a bit, with exquisite care. He watched as her
muscles relaxed. He knew from having it described to him that this
was the good part.
“Oh.” Jen’s breath came out in short, sharp pants.
“Tell me how it feels.” He wanted to hear it from her lips. He
inched out again.
“It’s so…I don’t know, but it’s amazing. Do it again.” Her hands
clenched, clutching the comforter in her fingers. She pushed her ass
toward him as though trying to tempt him to stay inside.
“Your wish, love.” He thrust into her, a savage need taking over.
Her head fell forward, and she began to rock back against him as
he thrust in and out. Stef alternated between watching the mirror and
staring at the gorgeous sight of Jen’s ass taking his cock over and over again.
Stef drove forward, pulling her back so she took his full length.
He watched her in the mirror. Their eyes connected as their bodies
pounded together.
“I love you.” She mouthed the words to him.
He loved her, too. So much. She was the other half of his soul,
certainly the better part of him. She might never know how much he
loved her, how much he was willing to sacrifice for her. She deserved
more than he could give her. Even as he made love to her, he saw
himself completely dominating her. He wanted to be the center of her
universe. He wanted her main goal in life to be pleasing him. If she
stayed, he would get her pregnant as soon as possible. He wouldn’t be
able to help himself. She wouldn’t leave Bliss, wouldn’t see the
world, wouldn’t become the woman she could be. She would be his
wife, his submissive, his precious possession. How could he do that to her?
He slid his hand down to her clit. At least he could give her this.
He slipped a finger onto her clit and started rubbing in perfect circles, the movement timed to his fucking. His finger and his dick worked in
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perfect precision. He couldn’t keep her, but he could have a few
weeks of joy. He could hold her and love her while she was here. He
could please her and care for her so much that one day she might
come back to him.
Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. Jen’s mouth came open,
and she came on a low wail. He met her stare in the mirror, trying to
memorize the experience. His balls squeezed up, lighting a fire in his body as he fucked her. It would be so lonely without her, but he
wouldn’t cheat on her. That’s what it would be. She was his soul’s
mate, and the least he could give her was his fidelity.
The orgasm flashed through his body, flaring every nerve in his
system. He grasped her hips, pulling her onto his cock one last time,
as though trying to fuse them together in a way that could never be
broken.
He came, the cum leaving his body in smooth jets of silky
pleasure. He pushed again and again, giving her everything he had.
Finally empty, he fell forward, his cock slipping from the sweet
comfort of her ass. He pulled her close, turning her so her chest met
his, the clamps a reminder that, for a while, she was truly his. Her
hands came up, smoothing back his hair.
“God, I love you so much, Stef.”
“I love you, too.” The words dropped from his lips before he
could think to not say them. They fell between them like a loaded gun
in Stef’s mind.
Jen merely smiled and brushed his lips lightly with hers. “I know,
babe. I know.”
Stef wrapped his arms around her, and tossed a leg over hers so
that he surrounded her body with his. He knew he probably seemed
like a spoiled child attempting to utterly brand a toy as his, but he
couldn’t help it. He wanted to sleep like this, jealously guarding her against everything that might come their way.
“You’ll have to forgive him, you know.” She nestled her head into
the crook of his shoulder.
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He didn’t pretend to misunderstand. She was talking about his
father. “I don’t see why.”
She was quiet for a moment, and he couldn’t help but think she
was disappointed in him. It made him restless even as his blood
pounded in languid afterglow.
“Why do you think he deserves forgiveness?” He wanted her
opinion. He rarely asked for help in making a decision. He was very
decisive, but she seemed so certain that he was wrong in this case.
Her face turned up, and the sleepy satisfaction in her eyes hit him
straight in the gut. “Silly, I don’t think he deserves it. You do, babe.
Forgive him, because you might not have the chance to later. Forgive
him. Forgive your mother. Let it go so we can move on. I promise I’ll
help you.”
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