Midnight Renegade by Anya Summers
8
Focusing on what she needed to get done in the time allotted, Reegan stripped in Brody’s bedroom then stored her bag and clothes on the leather corner chair. She loved the sheer size of his bedroom with its overly large bed. The damn mattress felt like floating on clouds too. But all the furniture was big, heavy, and masculine. Even his bedding was dark navy, but the man liked his creature comforts, which was why his bed was an inviting oasis of relaxation. Not that she had done anything remotely relaxing in it—more like, she had held on for dear life as he screwed her brains out.
She winced, spying the bedside clock. Her time was nearly up. Keeping her head high while attempting to quell any panic over the choice she had made, she trod through the bathroom into the waiting dungeon beyond.
Brody had the door to his dungeon propped open. It looked like he had been in there already, prepping the room for her arrival.
Except, he hadn’t instructed her to wait in a specific spot. Reegan chose smack dab in the middle of the room, where she would be difficult to miss. She knelt on the floor with her thighs spread, palms resting on her knees, and head bowed. Her butt burned from the spanking. And while her body had leveled out from being denied an orgasm, it would take a simple touch to rev her systems back to nuclear meltdown levels.
At the sound of his footsteps approaching, she quivered as a surge of lust flooded her pussy. With his current mood, she’d bet he would prolong the erotic torture before he allowed her any type of release.
Brody didn’t speak as he entered the dungeon. Reegan heard him move around the room and wondered what manner of torment he had devised for tonight.
He left her in the pose for long moments—long enough that she began to wonder if this was part of her discipline. Because he hadn’t been wrong, she had been acting like a brat. She swallowed a shaky breath. She focused on breathing slow and deep, trying to hide the uncertainty rising inside her.
Those powerful, jean-clad legs stopped in front of her, close enough to touch, but she refrained. She was in enough hot water for one night, and waited for him to initiate contact. Brody held out a calloused hand for her to take. She exhaled, releasing the sudden onslaught of fear that had seized her while she waited. He could have left her kneeling on the hardwood floor all night as punishment. Reegan placed her palm in his and trembled when his hand closed firmly around hers.
Suddenly, it no longer felt like a simple deal between them. It was more like she was putting her life, her heart, and her soul into his keeping.
Brody helped her rise to her feet. She stole a glance at him from beneath her lashes and sucked in a shallow breath. The man was one hundred percent focused, stern Dom. Every inch of his being was in complete control of himself—and, by extension, her.
Heaven help her, but she found it sexy as hell.
He steered her to the padded bench, which seemed to be a favorite of his, but she enjoyed that particular piece of furniture as well. It had a ton of versatility for the enterprising Dom.
Brody didn’t speak as he guided her up onto the furniture. He positioned her body so that she straddled the bench, with the leather cool beneath her belly and breasts. On either side, there was a padded rest for her legs. She fit each knee onto them with his aid. And then he secured her ankles. She had already placed her arms on the padded rests when he walked to the front of the bench and restrained her wrists in the attached leather cuffs. Anticipation with a huge influx of lust settled over her as he put her body on complete lockdown by affixing a strap over her waist. Whatever he planned to do to her, she wouldn’t be able to move away from it at all. If she wanted the scene to stop, she would have to safeword out. And thus far, she had never had to use her safeword with him.
“You are not allowed to come until I give you permission. If it’s too much, use your safeword. And to confirm, you are fine with me fucking you without a condom?” he murmured, and trailed the leather ends of a flogger over her back.
“Yes, Sir,” she sighed, giving him free rein to use her body, already ceding her power over to him.
Now, a flogging was something Reegan could handle. Even with her butt still burning from the spanking, she knew she could not only take it, but was looking forward to the lashing. But the thing that made the breath back up in her lungs was the thought of feeling him inside her without the thin layer of latex between them.
“You’re certain?”
She nodded. “Yes. I’ve never been with a man without one. You’re the first in that regard.”
“Thank you for telling me. Use your safeword if you need it, babe.” His husky voice sounded fucking thrilled over her admission. She hadn’t meant to tell him that, but the moment he restrained her and began touching her, she tended to lose her head.
Brody teased her flesh with the flogger. He lulled her being into a false sense of security. Feather-light caresses danced along her spine, from her neck to her tailbone and back again. The leather falls lingered in a slow sweeping graze over her mound. Tingles shot through her system. She sighed at the hypnotic caress. She adored the way he made her body feel. His touch was everything, whether it was rough, or softer than silk.
And, if she was completely honest, it was something she had yearned to experience for thirteen years. She had spent those years with him always in the back of her mind and heart, wishing she would have been brave enough to take him back to her dorm room that night. Now that she had had him, she couldn’t get enough.
At the first whack of the falls across her rump, she moaned deep in her throat. Now this was worth staying for tonight. With her eyes closed, she gave herself over to his mastery. The pain muted as she drifted into subspace, the one place that never hurt. It was the one place where she felt utterly free of all shackles.
Agony sliced through her as he smacked the backs of her thighs. She jolted against her restraints. But the pain quickly bled into fervent pleasure. The leather leads struck her skin with blistering precision. She gasped at the burning stripes of flesh left behind. Every stroke drove her higher into subspace.
Reegan was primed for erotic decadence. Her pussy thudded with aching desire as the flames engulfed her sex.
Moisture seeped from her slit. Her nipples became beaded throbbing points against the leather. She ached for his lustful touch. She wanted him inside her, screwing her brains right out of her head.
“Sir, please,” she pleaded, no longer able to withstand the erotic torment. She needed to come, needed to feel him pounding away inside her slick channel. Every whack brought her closer to climaxing.
“Oh babe,” he chuckled huskily, “we’ve barely begun tonight. You don’t have my permission to come. And be forewarned that if you disobey me, I will have no choice but to discipline you.”
She whimpered at his words. The damn man was a sadist, torturing her body in the most carnal way imaginable. Setting her teeth on edge. Every nerve ending stood at attention and begged for more.
Reegan sought the core of her being, breathing through the agony and ecstasy overwhelming her system. She struggled with submitting her will completely. It was difficult to maintain the moratorium on her emotions, to keep that door firmly locked against him, and hand over full control of her body—and only her body—to him.
It took her a moment to realize that the flogging had ceased. He rounded into her line of sight at the head of the bench, naked and fully erect. He grabbed her head, his fingers threaded into her hair, and held the base of his broad cock up to her lips. “Open up.”
Happy to oblige, and for the brief reprieve on her over-stimulated body, Reegan licked her lips and opened to receive him. Without preamble, he pushed his fat cock into her mouth. Holding her head imprisoned between his hands, he pumped his hips, hissing as she suctioned her mouth around his shaft. Brody thrust deep and without reservation. She bobbed her head as much as her restraints would allow.
He was wide enough that his cock strained the confines of her mouth, making the blow job ache just a little bit. But she treasured the throbbing agony and aggressive handling. Opening her jaw as wide as she was able, she deep throated him again and again, breathing through her nose, making glug, glug, glug noises.
Brody grunted long and low. His cock jolted in her mouth as he thrust. And then he ejaculated, filling her mouth with his spunk. She worked her throat as she swallowed, not wanting to miss a single drop. He kept thrusting until the last bit of semen emptied from his shaft. Only then did he remove his cock from her mouth.
After a quick, hungry kiss, he walked behind her and out of her line of sight. Anticipation sang through her veins. His tongue plunged inside her channel. She tossed her head back at the ecstasy drowning her body.
“Sir,” she moaned as he thrust his tongue in a series of quick plunges while teasing her clit with his fingers.
Holy god!She loved his talented tongue.
Finally, she would achieve the release she so desperately craved. Moans spilled from her mouth as he ate her pussy, laving his tongue over her distended clit. That talented tongue lashed her puffy labia before thrusting deep inside her channel again and again. He sucked the engorged nub into the hot confines of his mouth. His growls of delight as he slurped up her cream flooded her being with searing satisfaction.
When she was dangling on the precipice of what felt like a singularly massive orgasm, he withdrew his hands and mouth from her dripping, aching sex.
“No, Sir,” she wailed at being denied again. It was the most erotic and effective discipline the man could devise. Every time he brought her to the brink, he chipped away at her resolve until soon she would be nothing but a puddle of desire governed by her id.
Sturdy fingers rubbed her slit, flicking teasing grazes against her puffy clit. “Who does this pussy belong to?”
She clamped her lips shut and tried breathing through the profound agony of having her release withheld. Her body quaked violently with need. Her pussy pulsed. One good swipe of her clit would set her off like a rocket launching from Cape Canaveral.
“Not going to say it, hmm? Then you’d better not come, babe, or you will be punished.”
Brody resumed eating her cunt with undeterred zeal. The jerk took his time as he lapped at her flesh, like he was enjoying the finest delicacy and planned to savor every lick.
He was driving her out of her damn mind. Reegan shuddered with the need. It was so bad, she ached. Every touch was pure agony. Her pussy was swollen. Moisture dripped down her thighs. Tears slid down her cheeks from being denied. She curled her hands into fists and dug her nails into her palm to distract herself from the pounding, incessant need, to no avail.
He teased and tormented her, holding her climax just out of reach. And there was nothing she could do but take his torment unless she safeworded out. Every few minutes, he would stop, then ask the same question. Each time he did, it became infinitely more difficult to refuse him.
Reegan held on for as long as she could. Sobbing, she begged, “Please, Sir! Please let me come.”
Brody swiped his tongue over her uber-sensitive clit before he stated, “I will. All you must do is tell me who this pussy belongs to. The moment you do, I promise I will make you come so hard, your eyes will roll back in your head. And then, I will fuck you until you can’t walk.”
She was leagues beyond the ability to care about the concession she was making. Her only concern, the driving force making her wave the white flag and surrender, was her colossal need to climax.
“You, Sir, it belongs to you.”
“What does?” He massaged her butt, teasing her drenched pussy with his fingertips.
“My pussy belongs to you, Sir!” she cried, beyond thought or reason. He had reduced her to a writhing, begging, aching ball of lust.
“Finally! Come for me, babe.” He attacked her pussy with his tongue like a man possessed, lapping at and stroking her clit before plunging his tongue in her sheath and flicking her clit with his thumb. He rubbed the engorged bud until she saw stars behind her closed lids. She gasped when he plunged two digits in her sheath and then bit down on her clit. It catapulted her being into the heavens. The implosion rendered her deaf, dumb, and blind.
“Oh god,” she wailed at the seismic shockwaves decimating her body as she quaked from the magnitude ten force of her climax.
But Brody didn’t let her come down from her orgasm before he was pushing his fat cock in her pussy. With a single thrust, he embedded himself inside, and her eyes really did roll into the back of her head as he established a blistering pace. His fingers dug painfully into her hips as he pounded her channel. She would be bruised tomorrow but didn’t care.
“Who does this pussy belong to?” he growled as he thrust so deep it was like he was splitting her in two.
“You. Only you.”
“That’s right. It’s all mine.” One of his fingers smeared lube over her forbidden channel.
She moaned long and low, relishing the sense of belonging that his possessive claim engendered. He hammered his cock in short, brutal digs as he penetrated her ass with a thick finger. With his finger embedded in her rear, on the next thrust, she shattered. The climax left her howling and quaking.
Brody removed his erection from her pussy before she finished coming. She began to drift for a moment. Then he was placing the head of his shaft at her back entrance. She gasped as she felt the head of a dildo press against her pussy.
Holy shit!
He teased her back hole with his cock, inserting just the tip. “Who does this ass belong to?”
She had already bounded leagues past her line in the sand without looking back—what was one more concession? “You, Sir. It belongs to you.”
“Yes, it does.” Brody eased his way inside.
Oh. My. God!
An inferno engulfed Reegan at the dual penetration. This was another first for her, and by god, it was the most intense sensation imaginable. She breathed deeply, forcing her body to relax. With the precision of a master, Brody worked the cock and dildo inside, stretching her beyond any limit she had known, slowly thrusting and retreating until he slid home with a deep groan.
“Sir,” she moaned as the most extreme sensations bombarded her.
Every part of her system was attuned to the aching fullness. It was too much, stretching her body to the razor’s edge of pain. But he held still, giving her time to adjust. Once her body began to relax around the dual penetration, he withdrew until only the tips remained before thrusting deep.
“Oh god!” The bliss was more than she had known was possible. It was epic and depraved as he established a ruthless pace.
“You. Are. Mine,” he growled possessively. “Say it,” he demanded, ramming deep, so deep she no longer knew where he ended, and she began.
“I’m so fucking yours,” she keened, too far gone to care.
He smacked her rump. The blow set off a catastrophic chain reaction. One minute, she stood overlooking the abyss of ecstasy. And then in the next, he’d bodily flung her over the edge. The resulting climax ricocheted from her ass into her pussy.
She came. Hard. Harder than she ever had before, jarring her entire system.
“Brody!” she wailed brokenly as the ecstasy dragged her down. Her toes curled and thighs trembled. Her pussy and ass spasmed around his rough thrusts.
Her climax ignited his as he strained against her, his hips pistoning as he fucked her into oblivion.
“Fuuuck!” he roared, slamming inside her again and again, setting off a secondary round of explosions. Hot semen flooded her ass as he came.
She felt his thrusts slow and then finally come to a halt but he was still embedded inside her. With her eyes closed, she drifted. She whimpered when he withdrew, feeling bereft after such amazing fullness.
She kept her eyes closed as he undid her restraints. Her eyelids became too heavy to lift when he picked her up off the bench. Brody cradled her gently in his strong arms as if she was precious to him. She nestled her head against the firm lines of his chest, and was out before they left the dungeon.
