His Canvas [Suncoast Society] (Siren Publishing Sensations) Read online

  “Mine,” he whispered. “My beautiful, gorgeous canvas.”

  “Yours,” she whispered back. “Only yours.”

  Chapter Twenty

  After disposing of the condom, he untied her legs, taking several rounds of pictures of the ligature marks before rubbing her flesh to help get the color and circulation back.

  Her arms he kept bound.

  She soon found out why.

  He rolled her onto her knees, ass in the air, legs spread. She heard him take more pictures before his fingers returned to her pussy, playing with her clit, finger-fucking her again, quickly bringing her to the brink.

  But this time he didn’t stop. He sank his teeth into the flesh of her ass, making her cry out both in pleasure and in pain as her pussy clamped down on his fingers.

  “That’s it,” he murmured. “I want the thought of me touching you, no matter in what way, to get you wet.” He bit her again, and again, relentlessly making her come as he did. Even to the point she heard a vibrator click on and he slid it inside her pussy and held it there as he bit his way up her spine toward her shoulders.

  A pause for her to catch her breath as he took more close-ups. He pulled the vibrator away and she heard the sound of another condom pouch being opened before his cock easily slid into her exposed cunt.

  “Hold still, baby,” he whispered. She suspected what was coming next when he brushed her hair away from her back.

  And then the feel of cold steel pressed against her right shoulder.

  “As above, so below,” he softly said before she felt the tip of the knife bite into her again.

  He whispered soft, loving encouragement as he carved another shape into the back of her right shoulder, his cock never softening inside her. She didn’t move, barely dared to breathe. Whether it was the effects of deep subspace, or she was growing more used to the pain, this one didn’t hurt even a fraction as much as the one on her thigh.

  Once he set the blade aside he took more pictures. Then she heard the vibrator click on again.

  “You are a masterpiece,” he whispered, reaching under her with the vibrator and pressing it against her clit as he slowly fucked her. “My masterpiece.”

  She gave up, gave over all control to him. It wasn’t any use trying to think she’d never be able to come again, because he wanted it, and he would have it.

  Her body responded, his cock slowly fucking her as she orgasmed over and over. Only when he was ready did he turn the vibrator off, dig his fingers deep into the flesh of her hips, and fuck her once more.

  Owned. Desired. Beautiful. His body couldn’t lie any more than hers could. When he came inside her, he held himself buried deep in her pussy, folding his body around hers, one last bite delivered to the back of her left shoulder.

  He rolled her with him onto the mats, onto her left side, cradled against him as he reached up and untied her arms. Then he pulled out, one more biting kiss against the side of her neck as he went to clean up and grab the camera.

  She let him move her, position her, document his new ownership of her and her body, his visible claims to her.

  She had no desire to have anyone’s hands on her besides his. Right now, she recognized the mental flight, the flood of endorphins surging through her, subspace deeper than any she’d ever known before. Even the cuttings on her shoulder and thigh didn’t feel any worse than a dull ache, no more pain than the bite marks now covering her flesh.

  After turning off the lights and cameras, he caught her hands and pulled her to her feet, her arms draped around his neck as he grabbed her ass and held her tightly pressed to him. In the background, the music finally returned to focus in her brain as they slowly swayed in time to it.

  When he kissed her, tenderly, exploring her once more, she melted. Without a word he folded her against his side, his arm around her waist, and led her upstairs to his bathroom.

  After putting her in the shower, he went to the cabinet and retrieved gauze and alcohol before joining her in the shower. “This is going to sting,” he said, smiling.

  “Like that breaks your heart.”

  “Not at all.” He knelt in front of her. She spread her legs so he could reach her inner thigh, and yes, it stung like a motherfucker, but he blew on it even as he swabbed it clean. He repeated it with her shoulder, and it was only when he finished that she realized she was, impossibly, horny again.

  He’d noticed. Hard not to notice it when her juices slowly dripped from her with her legs spread.

  “Lean forward,” he ordered. “Hands against the wall.”

  She did. He stepped out of the shower and returned with another condom.

  “You have stock in those, I hope?” She’d gotten a prescription for birth control pills from the doctor they’d gone to, but they wouldn’t be safe to have unprotected sex for several weeks yet.

  He smiled. “I think we need to get fluid bonded sooner rather than later or we’re going to go broke. Come on, test results.” He rolled the condom on, nudging her feet a little farther apart before sliding his cock into her pussy.

  They both moaned as he filled her. He stroked his fingers up her back, avoiding the mark he’d cut into her, then raked his nails down her flesh again.

  “You can’t lie to me,” he said. “I felt the way your pussy contracted around me.” He did it again, and again, even as he slowly fucked her. “I mean it. I want to get you to the point that every time I touch you, pleasure or pain, your body wants it, aches for it.” He reached around her, finding her clit and rolling it between his fingers. “Give me one more right now. You know you want to.”

  She did. Or, her body, at least, wanted it. When she cried out, he waited for her to finish before grabbing her hips and fucking her hard and fast, filling the condom as his balls emptied inside her.

  He pulled her up against his body, his hands cupping her breasts. “I have to be honest with you about something,” he said.

  “What?” A little tendril of fear filled her. This sounded like a confession.

  “Normally I’m not good for more than one or two a night,” he said, nipping her shoulder. “Don’t be disappointed if I can’t perform like this every night. It’s been a while for me, and you’re just too damn beautiful.”

  * * * *

  Kel pulled out as she turned in his arms, a gorgeous smile on her face. “Yeah, well, I suspect tomorrow I’m going to be sore and not very bendy.”

  “I’ll help you work out the kinks.”

  “I’m sure you will.”

  He cleaned up and started the shower, holding her under the warm water, taking his time washing her body, her hair, exploring, loving her.

  He did love her. He’d be stupid to deny it to himself even if he couldn’t admit it to her yet.

  After drying her and him off and putting antibiotic ointment and large bandages on her cuttings, he led her into his bedroom, tucking her into bed before cradling her against him, spooning with her.

  He tenderly kissed the back of her neck. “Sleep well, my beautiful goddess.”

  She snuggled even more tightly against him. “You, too, Sir.”

  His eyes popped open. They still hadn’t discussed titles between them. Even though she wasn’t officially collared to him, he realized he’d easily slipped into an ownership role with her.

  And it was one he hoped he never had to relinquish.

  One more kiss, to the top of her head. “For as long as you’ll have me,” he whispered.

  * * * *

  The next morning, he awoke before she did and slipped out of bed without disturbing her. He ran downstairs for his camera and returned upstairs, pleased to find her still asleep. The light was exactly right, golden in the viewfinder as he took pictures of her sleeping form, easing the sheet down her body without waking her.

  Perfection.

  He knelt next to the bed, his chin on the mattress and staring at her sleeping face when she opened her eyes. She let out a soft laugh. “You just took pictures of me, didn’t y
ou?”

  “Uh, to quote your bestie, duh.”

  When worry clouded her features, he leaned in and kissed her. “You’re beautiful. You are a goddess, in my eyes. You’re my goddess if I say you are.”

  “Sir’s always right?” It was more a question than a statement.

  “I think I like that rule.”

  She giggled. “Shit,” she muttered. “I walked into that one.”

  “Yes, you did.” He brought the camera up before she could open her eyes and got a picture of her delicious, sleepy smile. “How do you feel?” He set the camera on the dresser and stood, pulling the sheet the rest of the way off her.

  She stretched, wincing. Soft, hazy bruises marked her arms and legs where he’d had her tied. Bite marks were visible all up and down her body everywhere he looked.

  The faint impression of his fingers ringed her breasts and marked her hips. When he looked at her back, he could also see where he’d raked his nails down her flesh.

  She sat up. “Want me to take care of that for you?” She wore a playful smile as she pointed at his erection.

  “Actually, yeah. Stay right there.” He retrieved a condom from the bathroom and then held out a hand to help her from the bed and onto her knees.

  He handed the pouch to her. “Sorry it’s not flavored.”

  “I could just do this the old-fashioned way, you know.”

  He smiled. “A—I’m a sadist. B—not until we’re fluid-bonded.”

  “I trust you.”

  “I know you do. That’s why we’re going to wait the little bit of time it takes to get all our test results back.”

  “But you went down on me.”

  “That was my risk to assume,” he said. “Are you arguing with me?”

  “No, Sir.”

  He grabbed two fistfuls of her hair. “Good girl. Just wait, when we do get to that point, you’re going to get tied up tightly and well-fucked and filled with my cum in every hole, until I can’t get it up anymore. Mouth first, then your pussy, and then that sweet, gorgeous ass of yours. And only then will I untie you. And while I’m waiting to get it back up between fuckings, I’ll work you over with a vibrator and make sure you get that gorgeous subby glaze in your eyes.”

  A beautiful flush filled her cheeks now. It went nicely with the nice subby glaze she was already getting in her eyes right that moment. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl. Now roll that condom on me and suck my cock.”

  He loved how her fingers trembled as she did it. He added an extra skills test by nudging her knees wider apart with his foot and then running his big toe up and down her clit, along her pussy lips.

  Oh, she was already wet. Deliciously soaked, her juices practically dripping from her.

  When she had the condom rolled down his shaft and wrapped her lips around the tip, he held her there with his hands in her hair. “I’m driving,” he said, knowing this wouldn’t take long.

  She was just too damn beautiful for him to hold back.

  He started slow and easy, fucking just the head of his cock between her lips, going deeper and deeper with each stroke, not wanting to gag her and yet wanting to fill her mouth and throat with every inch of his meat. Just the thought of how gorgeous she would look swallowing his cum set off his orgasm even faster than he’d planned. He pushed in deeper as his cock throbbed inside the condom, his balls emptying and filling it, holding her still until he was finished.

  When he pulled out, he leaned in and kissed her. “Sorry. Didn’t realize I’d come quite that fast.”

  “I take it as a compliment.”

  “You should.” He sucked on her lower lip. “Up on the bed on your back. Legs apart. I’ll be right back.”

  He was getting his exercise that morning. He cleaned up and ran downstairs, naked, to fetch some ropes.

  He found her waiting, exactly the way he’d left her, on her back on the bed. He quickly tied her hands over her head, and tied her legs similarly to the way he’d tied them the night before, only looser, allowing her a little more movement.

  He settled in. “My turn.” Yes, he’d taken a calculated risk by going down on her, but he suspected she wouldn’t have lied about her past six months of sexual activity and that the tests would come back next week clean.

  Until then, he would enjoy himself. He sucked and nibbled on her sensitive clit, making her come several times, until she started trying to twist away from him.

  He pinched the inside of her left thigh, hard. “Stop moving. Unless you’re safewording, I get as many orgasms out of you as I want.” He held her legs down with his arms, pinning her with the weight of his body as he coaxed her into one last orgasm that left her sobbing under him on the bed.

  He untied her and cuddled her close as she rolled to bury her face against his chest.

  “Good?” He stroked her back, relishing the teeth marks he knew were there even though he couldn’t see them at that moment.

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered. “The best ever.”

  * * * *

  That was no lie. He was the. Best. Ever.

  Ever.

  That’d she’d had, at least. No, she wasn’t exactly a slut, or even very experienced, but she damn sure knew a good orgasm when she felt one.

  She’d been relying on giving them to herself for so damn long, she should know when one felt good or not.

  And he felt good.

  Everything about him was good.

  Even the dark and shadowy parts.

  She wanted to spend more time playing with him in the dark spaces, let him do what he wanted to her body.

  Because for the first time that she could remember, she felt alive in a way she’d never dreamed before. Just when she thought things in her life were going well, they got even better.

  She only hoped he didn’t get tired of her.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  They finally made it into the shower and out to breakfast. Mallory wore a long gypsy skirt and a loose mid-sleeve tunic that helped hide nearly all her marks.

  What she hadn’t counted on was Kel taking her shopping.

  “You need something to wear to the club tonight,” he said.

  “Sir?” It felt natural and right to call him that, even though they hadn’t formally discussed titles.

  She figured if he had a problem with it, he would have said something about it sooner. So until Kel objected, Sir he would be to her.

  It comforted her.

  “Little sundress,” he said. “Something skimpy to show off your marks.”

  Heat filled her face as she glanced around the restaurant. No one had heard their discussion.

  He smiled and leaned in. “I want everyone to see as much of you as they can.” He arched his eyebrows at her. “Unless you want to be completely naked all night?”

  She shook her head, hard, even though his playfully evil grin told her he wouldn’t make her do that.

  He captured her hand over the table and brushed his fingers along her knuckles. “I am going to strip you,” he whispered. “I’m going to tie you, suspend you, and make you come over and over again.” He brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it. “And everyone’s going to see the marks I’ve already put on you and know exactly who owns you. And everyone there will know I belong to you, too. Every woman in the room is going to envy you and wish they were you. And most of the men will probably be jealous that I’m the one playing with you.”

  It didn’t seem possible that her clit could stand up and holla after all the attention it’d received the night before and that morning.

  Holla.

  Oh, boy.

  He grinned as he sat back, releasing her hand.

  Oh, boy oh boy.

  * * * *

  Kel was a man of his word, too. Mallory thought for sure when he pulled her car into the parking lot of the adult store on US 41 that she’d be in the clear. It sold everything from sexy clothes to party favors and adult toys. She and Chelbie had gone there once looking for cors
ets. Chelbie’s solid size-twelve body had easily fit into several.

  There’d been very little, except shoes, that Mallory had been able to wear.

  Apparently, they’d improved their selection in the two years since she’d last visited the location. They had a variety of club and dance wear, including a plus-sized section. That was exactly where Kel led her, releasing her hand only so he could start browsing the rack.

  A saleswoman walked over to help. By that time, Kel already had five selections for Mallory to try on. Wearing a playfully predatory grin, he followed Mallory as she followed the saleswoman to one of the two dressing rooms and tried the first one on.

  It was cut from black metallic fabric, damned slinky thing, with a keyhole top that tied at the back of her neck, barely anything covering her breasts, and which led to a skirt consisting of four panels. It showed every curve and roll and stretch mark and she felt fat in it.

  When she stepped out to show him, he smiled. “Perfect. Next one.”

  “You like this?”

  The saleswoman was talking to another couple browsing corsets. Kel stepped close, grabbed Mallory’s hand, and pressed it against the front of his jeans so she could feel the outline of his stiff cock.

  “That don’t lie.” He quickly released her hand and stepped back. His tone dropped into what she was quickly coming to think of as his Sir mode. “We’re getting it. Now try. The next. One on.”

  She dove back into the dressing room, hands shaking as she tried to get out of the thing and finally having to shove it all down her legs so she could step out of it.

  The next four selections received a thumbs-up from him as well. When she emerged from the dressing room in her street clothes, he took the five dresses from her and headed for the checkout counter. After they were safely ensconced in her car with the AC running, he grinned at her.