Mastered By My Guardian (6 page)

He stroked a wisp of hair from her face, gazing at her, his heart filled with love.

“Chelsea, I know you feel that’s what I’m doing, but I’m just being protective of you and looking out for your happiness. I’ve only ever meant the best for you. It’s not because I have an inherent need to keep you under my thumb.”

“This is just such a shock. When you first moved in here…to take care of me… why were you so cold?”

His heart ached as he realized how alone that must have made her feel.

He shook his head. “You were sixteen. I was ten years older and I wanted you so bad I could barely stand it. I had to keep a distance between us.”

* * *

Chelsea shivered as Zane brushed her cheek with his fingertips. The deep sadness in his intense blue eyes made her heart ache.

“I’m sorry if it caused you pain,” he said. “I never intended that. I just…” He shook his head. “I didn’t know what else to do.”

Oh God, she wanted to pull him into her arms. To melt against him and tell him she would be his forever.

But could they really make it work? Could their relationship change from what it had been to… them being lovers?

Did she want it to change?

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he insisted.

“I… just don’t know what it will be like.”

His broad smile filled her with light.

“It will be intense and fulfilling.” He nuzzled her neck sending tremors through her. His hand glided up her stomach.  “Exciting.” His hand cupped her breast and her nipple peaked. “Intoxicating.”

Oh, God, she believed him. It would be all those things… and more.

Her arms slid around his neck and she pulled him in for a kiss. As soon as his lips found hers, her resistance slipped away, and she lost herself in the kiss, knowing she would be his for as long as he wanted her.

* * *

Chelsea couldn’t stop smiling. This long weekend that she had dreaded had turned into something quite extraordinary. Her dreams of being with Zane had become a reality and that reality far exceeded the fantasy. Aside from the time in the dungeon, he had been tender and loving, and the adoration in his eyes made her feel incredibly special.

But the taste of dominant male from that first time left her wanting more. He naturally took charge and the thought of submitting to him in the bedroom was…appealing. But it also unnerved her. She’d spent the past ten years rebelling against his control. The idea of surrendering to it now confused her.

Zane had some business calls he had to make, so she poured herself a soda and walked into the living room, gazing out at the colorful flowers in the front garden. She grabbed her laptop and sat down at the desk in the corner of the living room to check her email. As the computer started up, she noticed a blue envelope on the desktop. Zane’s name and address were handwritten. She lifted the envelope, which had been opened and saw a card underneath.

A birthday card.

Her gaze shot to the calendar and she realized…oh, God, today was Zane’s birthday.

Her breath caught as she realized that’s why Zane had invited her here this weekend. So she’d be with him on his birthday. And she had refused to come. Last year, too.

When she was younger, he had always made a point of celebrating her birthday, making it special with gifts and a special dinner. As she’d gotten older and rebelled against his controlling nature, she’d refused the celebrations, telling him she didn’t want them to continue celebrating birthdays, then been a little annoyed when every year he sent her a beautiful bouquet of flowers. She had just wanted to be free of his rule and would have preferred to sever all ties to him.

It hadn’t occurred to her that since she was the closest he had left to family, that maybe the celebrations were important to him.

Oh, God, when had she become so self-absorbed that she’d totally shut out his needs. He had looked after her for so many years, ensured she got a good education, that she lacked for nothing…and she couldn’t even make him feel special on his birthday.

She stood up and closed her laptop. This year would be different. She would make it up to him.

She didn’t have a gift, but she was sure she knew something he would like.

* * *

Zane walked from the den to the living room expecting to find Chelsea waiting for him. He couldn’t believe his dream had become a reality and he’d finally made her his. Of course, keeping her would be its own challenge. But he would do everything he could to make her want to be with him.

He glanced around the living room but Chelsea was not there. Maybe she was in the kitchen. He smiled. Or waiting for him in the bedroom, but he knew that was just wishful thinking. He walked into the kitchen but there was no sign of her there. He returned to the living room, thinking maybe he’d been right about the bedroom after all. He walked to the staircase and noticed a burst of tightly curled red ribbons hanging from the banister. The coils were tied together by a single ribbon that trailed to the floor and disappeared down the hall.

He followed the ribbon to the door leading to the basement. He turned the knob and peered down the stairway. The light was on and he could see the ribbon continue down the steps. He followed, a smile curling his lips. What was she up to?

When he reached the dungeon door, he opened it and his breath caught. There kneeling on the floor was Chelsea, her head bent downward. His heart rate accelerated at the sight of her in a black leather harness he recognized from the collection he stored in the dungeon cupboard. The straps surrounded her breasts without covering them and encircled her torso. She wore a leather thong that revealed her shapely ass.

The red ribbon he’d been following led straight to her, and was tied to the leather collar around her neck. A flood of tight ribbon coils fell from the collar as if she were a gift.

“Chelsea?”

“Master Zane, I wish you a happy birthday and intend to do whatever I can to please you on your special day.”

His smile broadened as his heart raced. “You’re saying that you’re my birthday present?”

He’d been sure she’d forgotten. And maybe she had, but she was certainly making up for it in a spectacular fashion.

“Yes, Master. I surrender to you completely.”

Joy bubbled through him and he laughed. The thought of her bending to his will, especially given her rebellious nature toward him, sent his cock twitching.

“Stand up and come here. I want to look at you.”

She stood up and walked toward him. The heels she wore were so high and slender he was surprised she could walk on them, but she did fine. The long coils of ribbon trailed down the front of her, some reaching her waist. His gaze locked on the ones resting on her nipples. He glided his finger along one of the ribbons, then over her nub. It hardened under his touch.

He pulled his pocket knife from his pants and opened it, then cut through the ribbon attached to the collar and tossed the mass of curls aside. He dragged the back of the cold steel blade over her nub, watching her expression. The total trust in her eyes filled him with happiness. He closed the knife and put it away.

“You look amazing.” Her hair was swept up but a few strands had escaped so he stroked them from her face. “I thought you’d forgotten my birthday.”

She bit her lip and at her contrite expression, he regretted mentioning it.

“I did, sir. And I’m sorry. It was thoughtless of me.” She turned and bent over just enough to push her ass toward him. “Please, sir. I should be punished.”

Oh, God. The sight of her firm round ass sent heat flooding to his groin, but her begging him to punish her made his cock harden painfully.

His hand cupped her naked ass, the soft skin tempting him to do what he’d wanted to for so long. To smack that lovely flesh and watch it turn a deep rose.

“Yes, you deserve to be punished, but I’ll decide when.”

“Yes, Master Zane.”

Her eyes were downturned, just as a good sub should do, but he tucked his hand under her chin and lifted until her gaze met his.

“You want to do this, Chelsea? To submit to my domination?”

Her eyes widened a little and he could see the nervousness there.

“I thought you would like it. I want to make your birthday special.”

He smiled. “This will make it very special indeed… but only if you want it, too.”

A deep hunger boiled in the depth of her gold-flecked brown eyes.

“I do.” Her voice, hoarse and full of need, left no question in his mind.

“Kneel,” he commanded.

She knelt down in front of him and he took her hand, then rested it on his painfully swollen cock.

“You see what you’ve done to me.”

She ran her fingertips along his shaft and gazed up at him, nodding.

“What do you think you should do about it?”

She curled her hand around him through the fabric of his pants.

“Would you like me to relieve the pressure, Master Zane?”

She pulled down his zipper, then pressed her hand against his cock, the thin cotton fabric of his boxers between their naked skin.

“I would like that. But what I’d like more right now,” he said as he stepped back, “is that you kneel down on the ground, face to the floor, and raise your ass in the air.”

Her eyes widened and he thought for a moment she would refuse, but then she sank to the ground and pressed her hands and cheek to the floor. Then she pushed her ass upward. He walked around behind her and admired the view. He could see the small strip of her leather crotch which hid her intimate folds.

Was she wet?

He crouched behind her and ran his finger over the leather. Then he tugged on the snap holding the crotch to the waistband of the thong and drew the strip of leather away, revealing her glistening pink folds. He ran his finger along the tender flesh, loving the feel of her slickness. Yes, she was
very
wet. Then he glided a finger inside her. Then a second one.

He stroked her inside and she murmured softly.

“Do you like that, my little slave?”

“Yes, Master.”

Hearing her call him Master exhilarated him. He pushed deeper into her, stroking her intimate passage. Then he stood up and dropped his pants and knelt behind her. He pulled her against his crotch, his hard cock straining against his boxers as her moistness seeped through the thin fabric. She surged back and ground her hips against him. He chuckled and eased her away, then pulled his cock free and glided the tip against her slit. Moving up and down her slickness as she moaned softly.

“Do you want me to fuck you, my slave? To drive my hard cock into you?”

“Yes, Master. Please.”

He loved the need in her voice.

He pushed his cockhead into her. Just a little. Then he pulled it away, to her groan of disapproval.

He stood up and walked to the leather chair, then sat down.

“Come over here and suck my cock.”

She stood up and walked toward him, then knelt in front of him. She wrapped her hand around his thick cock, still slick from her moisture, then leaned forward and took it into her mouth. He stifled his groan at the intensely exciting feel of her warm mouth surrounding him. Her lips squeezed him as she glided down his long shaft.

* * *

Chelsea couldn’t believe she was doing this. Kneeling in front of her guardian, Zane, his thick erection in her mouth as she played the role of his slave. His cock was hot and smooth, the veins pulsing in her hand as she held him, her mouth gliding along his length.

God, her insides ached at the knowledge he would soon fuck her. His enormous cock driving deep into her. Filling her over and over again.

“Take it all the way down your throat, slave.”

She relaxed her throat and took him deep, then glided back again. He surged forward, filling her throat, starting a slow and steady rhythm as he fucked her mouth. She cupped his balls and stroked, rewarded by his murmur of approval.

“Stroke your breast as you suck me,” he commanded.

She cupped her breast as she squeezed his cock, then began to suck. Her fingertips found her nipple and she squeezed, then toyed with the hard nub, quivers of pleasure curling through her. He reached for her other breast and cupped it as she continued to suck. Then she felt him tense. His hand fell away and he arched forward. She could feel his balls tighten and then he groaned. Hot liquid flooded from his tip, filling her mouth.

She swallowed, not letting a single drop escape. When the flow ended, she eased away and ran her tongue around her lips. The heat in his eyes caused a slow burn inside her.

“You did very well my little slave. Now stand up.”

She stood up, intensely aware of his hot gaze gliding the length of her essentially naked body.

“Show me your pussy. Open it to me.”

She reached down, her cheeks flushing a little, and drew open the flesh so he could see her opening. He leaned forward and she almost squealed in delight as his tongue nudged against her flesh, then licked her. His hand cupped her ass and he drew her closer, then buried his face in her folds.