Working Out

Chapter Eleven

Mac didn’t know how he’d lasted this long. Knowing how annoyed she’d been earlier had salved the ego she’d pricked days ago. So she thought he’d come too fast, had she? He’d taken his time getting back with her, stretching out the anticipation.

He’d wanted to laugh at her disappointment when he’d kissed her on the cheek. The little liar wore her emotions on her sleeve, and she knew she’d expected an assault on her senses. Only on my timetable, Maggie. You’re mine now, and it’s time to hammer that home.

The dichotomy of the woman chained up under him and the termagant who refused to obey him at the gym pleased the hell out of him. Maggie didn’t have it in her to bow to him all the time. She liked tell him what to do and where to go, but she loved his mastery in bed. The perfect woman, as far as he was concerned.

And that worried him. He hadn’t liked her talking to Ian and Geo at the gym. He wanted nothing to come between him and Maggie. Not until he had a handle on his weird feelings.

Seeing her glaze over as she gave herself fully to him was a thing of beauty, and he knew he’d never forget that. Her acceptance burned into her brain. Even now, limp and open, totally his for the taking, she challenged him to be more, to truly give her what she needed.

Mac knelt between her legs and angled her up to accept him. Her ass was tight, and he didn’t like hurting her. But she liked it. He’d seen her flinch and heard her sigh the last time. His little blond fairy liked the bite of pain. Hell, she’d soaked his sheets when he’d tugged on that chain.

Fuck if seeing her wearing it didn’t make him want to explode. He wanted to come on her tits, on her face. He wanted to watch himself jet onto her tongue and see her swallow him. So sexy, owning this woman’s pleasure. But he had to have her now. To reassert his position, and to make sure she knew her place.

“What’s your safeword, Maggie?” he growled as he rested his tip at her anus.

She moaned and closed her eyes, trying to seat him deeper.

“I asked you a question, sub. Open your fucking eyes.” He gripped her hips hard, putting his fingertips over the slight bruises left from their last time. Seeing those marks aroused him unbearably.

Maggie blinked up at him and smiled, and damn it his heart didn’t flip over in his chest and swan dive at her feet. “Yes, Master.”

“Your safeword.” He pushed the tip of himself inside her and caught a moan of his own. She parted her full lips and licked her bottom lip.

“Strawberry, Sir,” she whispered.

“You use it if you have to,” he reminded her as he pushed the rest of himself through her tight passage. “That’s it. Take me, girl. Take Master up that ass.”

She squirmed as he pushed all the way in, but lubed as he was, he had a much easier time taking her than the last foray in her bedroom.

“What would make you happy, little sub?” he asked once he’d seated himself balls deep. Christ, she was tight.

“Master. Yes,” she hissed when he shifted and ground against her. “Come inside me. Fill me up, please, Sir.”

“Yeah.” He started fucking her, slowly, so he could watch himself glide in and out of her. She clamped down on him so beautifully, as if she’d been made for him. The pleasure was out of this world. “You feel good, sub. So tight. That’s it. Squeeze me as I fuck you. Come hard.”

She clenched, and he lost his mind. He pumped faster, at his limit, yet remained conscious of his desire to make it just as good for her. He rubbed her clit and deliberately slowed down, feeling the ecstasy bunch at the base of his spine, fill his balls and travel throughout his body. He was coming hard, but he wanted her with him.

“Yes, Master. Oh God.” She tried to rip her hands free from the chains but they held. And watching her fight her restraints, lost in the pleasure, took the last vestiges of his control.

He slammed into her ass, rocking with speed while he rubbed her taut clit harder.

“Yes, yes,” she cried. “Sir, yes.”

She clamped on him like a vise, and he saw stars behind his eyes as he shot forward and held, pumping into her ass.

“Maggie, oh fuck.” He continued to grind her clit, knowing the sensation would only fuel her pleasure, especially when the pain hit.

She jerked and cried out again, and he felt another ripple pass through her.

Mac pulled his hands away but remained inside her. He stared down at his submissive, lost in the cloud of pleasure drugging his being. This was what he’d been missing his entire fucking life.

“You okay, Maggie?”

She blinked up at him like a well-fed cat. “Oh, God. That was so good, Sir.” The natural way she said that told him she’d embraced his dominance. No pause, no halfhearted Sir.

“Who’s your master, sub?” he asked softly.

“You, Sir.”

“And who are you to me?”

“Your sub, Sir.” Maggie smiled, and then that smile faded.

“What’s wrong?” He had a feeling he knew. Maggie had gotten off like he had, sensing a connection, having experienced the ultimate in pleasure. And like him, she wanted to run for the hills and not look back. For that reason, he wouldn’t let either one of them escape. As scary as it seemed, he refused to cower or escape without seeing this through. Strength lay in discipline, and he decided to embrace their unexpected bond. Their new…relationship.

“I like this. A lot.” She paused. “I don’t want it to end, Sir.”

He remained inside her, not willing to give her up. Mac stroked her belly and her breasts, toyed with the clamps and the chain. She bit her lip but said nothing.

“Tell me the truth. You don’t like the thought of me with Megan or any of the others.”

She scowled, and he hid a grin. His feisty sub excited him still. Even after experiencing the ultimate high, he wanted her again.

“No, Sir. I don’t like the thought of you with any of those skanks.”

He raised a brow, pleased when she blushed. “Did you miss me these last few days?”

She sounded miserable when she answered, “Yes, Sir.”

“Did you mean what you said last time? That I was too fast for you?” That still irked him.

“No, Sir.”

“What? I can’t hear you.” He jerked the chain, and she moaned. He felt a twitch in his balls, a need for more of his little sub.

“No, Sir,” Maggie said in a louder voice.

“Then why did you say it?”

She sighed but didn’t look away. “To needle you. You’re arrogant.” She smiled. “Sir.”

“True.”

Her lips firms and her eyes watered. “And I wanted you to come back to me again. But I didn’t want to ask you to.”

“Why not?”

“Because you might say no.” A tear slid down her cheek, and Mac felt his heart break along with hers.

“Oh, damn. Maggie, don’t cry.” He kissed the tear and wiped her cheeks. “Honey, if you can’t feel what you do to me, I must not be doing it right.”

Her short laugh tensed her body against his, and he sucked in a breath. He started to grow hard again. “This, us, we’re going to take it day by day, all right?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want a relationship?” Funny, but it no longer hurt to say the word.

“N-no, Sir.” She didn’t seem sure, and he thought he saw longing in her eyes.

He thought about it. Maggie, for all that she was a bombshell, had been hurt in the past. Hell, the woman had been celibate for months in an effort to distance herself from losers. Sure she’d be scared about trying someone new. But Mac wasn’t just anyone. He was her master.

“Too bad, little sub. You have one now.”

Her eyes widened, and he continued, sure of himself and where this relationship needed to go. For now. Just for now, he told himself. Maybe he could help Maggie see that not all guys were fuckheads while pleasing them both in the process. A win-win.

“I’m your master, and you’re my sub. We don’t fuck anyone else while we’re in this relationship. At work and when not in bed, you’re you, I’m me. You call me dickhead, asshole, whatever floats your boat.” Her slow smile warmed his entire body. “I can’t promise not to take charge, because that’s who I am. But you’ll never be punished for something outside our zone. This, us together like this, Master to sub, that’s our zone. And when we’re in it, you’ll know.”

“Are we in it now, Sir?” she asked softly, no longer looking sad, but ecstatic.

“You’re damn right we are.” He wiggled his hips and grew harder. “You lied to me. You deliberately hurt your master’s feelings to manipulate me.” And nicely done. She’d had him committed to punishing her without having to expose herself at all. No rejection from him, because she’d goaded him into returning to prove a point. “You’re a tricky little sub, but I can handle that.”

She could keep up with him. He knew it.

“Yes, Sir.” She looked down, but the curl of her lips gave her away.

“You’re not upset you hurt your master’s feelings?” he had to work to still his own grin.

“O-of course I am, Sir.” She laughed. “Oops. I really am sorry.” She shifted, and he slid deeper inside her again.

Mac withdrew and stood, his erection at half mast. “Time to show you who’s really boss. I top, not you.”

She looked confused, but that was okay. He’d explain it to her one inch at a time.

Maggie stood under the spray and watched Mac out of the corner of her eye. Good Lord, but if the man know how happy she was right now, he’d probably paddle her. He’d been plotting and planning how to manage her for days, when she’d thought he’d tired of her.

Excitement spiraled through her, and she had to remind herself not to look like a kid at Christmas. As he stood there glaring at her, like a Greek god under the spray of water, she averted her gaze and continued to wash him. She loved touching him, and the soap made his skin feel silky, so that running her hands over his arms and chest and belly was like stroking pure pleasure.

“You’re a dirty little girl, aren’t you?” Mac rasped as she massaged his cock and balls. He was hard, and she got off making him so aroused.

“Yes, Sir.”

“You like getting me worked up, don’t you?” He gripped her by the throat, and she moaned.

“Yes, Sir. You’re so sexy.”

“Hmm.”

He stared at her while she masturbated him. His balls had grown hard, his nipples tight, and she knew it was a short matter of time before he came.

He shoved her against the wall of the shower. Mac used firmness to show his mastery, but he’d never hurt her. That balance of power thrilled her to no end. Next to her, he seemed so big. Massive and powerful, and he wouldn’t let her get away with anything.

“You’re shaking.” Mac sneered at her. “Turn around.”

She reluctantly let him go, then gasped as he bent her over and shoved hard into her pussy.

“Bad girl, getting your master all worked up.” He fucked her hard from behind, and his excitement intensified her own. “But you don’t get to come. Not yet.” He pounded a few more times before swearing as he came. “Fuck. Shit, that’s it. Yeah.” He pulled out, turned her around, and pushed her to her knees. “Lick me clean.”

She tasted more water than herself around him as she serviced him, but it was the thought of being on her knees, of having to bow to his command, that gave her true pleasure. That and he’d come inside her again. Maggie loved when he did that, when he shared that physical part of himself. If she weren’t on birth control, she had a feeling they’d have made a baby. The thought of carrying his child simultaneously delighted and scared her. She was falling hard for Mac with no way out. She didn’t know if it was healthy, but she didn’t want to stop her rollercoaster of emotions.

“Tsk tsk.” He gripped her by the hair and pulled her up to her feet. “Not paying attention to task. More punishment. I swear, it’s like you’re begging for another spanking.”

Maggie moaned.

He laughed. “Man, you’re just full of surprises. How about dirty talk? You want me to call you a whore? Want me to put you down and fuck you like the dirty slut you are?” he asked, his voice thick, and kissed her hard.

“Yes, Sir.” With anyone else, she wouldn’t have had the courage to ask. No one else had ever offered to fulfill her naughty fantasies. Her need to be bossed around, owned, even denigrated to an extent. Shelby would stare at her in horror if she knew what Maggie desired.

“It’s okay, little sub,” Mac whispered. “I know what you feel. Is it wrong if I get off calling you a whore while I fuck you? If I like half choking you while I take you?” He stroked her throat instead of holding her. “I like the fantasy. But you need to know I’d never truly hurt or rape you, Maggie. And I for sure don’t think you’re a slut.” He snorted. “It was damn hard getting into your pants in the first place.”

She let out a sigh of relief. “I just don’t want you to think I’m a pervert or freak or anything.”

“Maggie.” He kissed her hard and gripped her throat again. “With me, you’re safe. I’m your master. Say it.”

“You’re my master.”

He shook his head, and with the water washing down his face, his lashes glistening, his eyes bright and clear and so dear to her, he buried himself in her heart. “Say it like you mean it, little sub. Show Master how much he means to you.”

He met her gaze, and as he stared at her, something in his expression seemed to give.

“Show me, baby,” he whispered.

She kissed him, so softly it was a whisper of breath between them. And then she continued, caressing him with her mouth, all over his body.

Until he was moaning her name, praising his little sub, and holding her tight as he came and all through the night.