Tucker's Fall Part 18

"Yes, Master."

Tucker sighed, that new found sense of satisfaction filling him again. Not to mention, with the sun streaming in through the windows, he had a perfect vantage point with incredible lighting. Her body made him want to do very wicked things to her. He felt a smile crawl across his face as he once again trailed the soft bristles of the brush down her leg to the bottom of one foot.

She flinched at the light touch, her leg jerking hard against the silk restraint. "Oh-G.o.d-Tucker that tickles."

He tested her toes to the same result as well as her ankles. d.a.m.n, she was too fun to play with. Every inch of her proved to be as s.e.xy and sweet as the rest. Around and around he swirled until her body shuddered uncontrollably. He flung the soft brush to the side and picked up the small, stiff one that would create a totally different sensation.

He took a moment to check on her wrists and ankles to ensure they weren't too constricting and gave her a break with the soft touch of his hands on the backs of her thighs. Tucker allowed his fingers to travel higher to the heat between her legs. Her wetness allowed him to slide straight into her opening with no barrier. Her body shook so hard he half expected her to come long before he sank into her a.s.shole.

He purposely avoided touching her c.l.i.t. He doubted it would take much for her at the moment. With his fingers buried in her p.u.s.s.y, rubbing against the sensitive inner walls, he sc.r.a.ped his second brush sharply across her bottom several times. Many of the bristles were clumped together from old paint and were no longer soft. They left pretty red streaks behind on her a.s.s.

He rewarded her cry by shoving his fingers deeper, making sure to rub the one spot almost guaranteed to send her flying. She bucked her hips and lifted her a.s.s as much as her restraints allowed. Satisfied that she'd been properly aroused, he pulled his hand away and lifted his fingers to his mouth. He made sure to suckle them loudly so she'd know exactly what he'd done. "I love your taste, little sub. So tangy. Mmm." He licked them clean. "If I didn't already have my heart set on getting inside you right now, I'd be buried between your legs making you come so hard you'd flood my mouth."

His little sub cried out. It was so much fun to find out what things he did and said turned her on and dirty talk got her hot. "Like that huh?"

He turned and reached for the rest of his supplies. "Then you're going to love these." He held up the two gold b.a.l.l.s connected by wire to a remote control that he'd ordered just for her.

Maggie turned her head and when her gaze focused on them her eyes glazed and she groaned. "You're going to kill me."

Anxious to get the show on the road, Tucker climbed on the bed between her legs. The faint red lines on her a.s.s and the glistening cream on the lips of her p.u.s.s.y were like a glaring come and get me sign. He wasted no time working the egg-sized b.a.l.l.s inside her. "Ready, Maggie?"

"Yes, Master."

He picked up the small remote and turned the power to low.

"Ohhh," she moaned. A sound he really enjoyed.

Next he grabbed for the tube of lube and squirted it on to her small a.n.a.l pucker. She shook her head back and forth and wiggled against his hand, but maintained her silence. So far so good.

"Don't worry, baby. I'm going to warm you up a little with my fingers first. I want you to enjoy it, not be afraid of it." With more lube slathered on his fingers, he pressed one to her opening and slowly eased inside. "That's it, little one, relax and let me do the work."

"What if I need to come? Am I allowed?"

He pushed his finger to the hilt and stilled. "If you get to the point you can't wait, then yes, you may come. But don't think I'll stop or slow down. I'll simply drive you to another one." He grit his teeth against the building need to simply plow into her. She needed finesse on his part and d.a.m.ned if he wouldn't give it to her. He was crouched close enough he could feel the heat coming from her c.u.n.t and her a.s.s was doing its level best to strangle his finger. He could only imagine what she'd do to his d.i.c.k when he got inside her.

With as much patience as he could muster, he pulled his finger to the edge of her opening and added a second finger before he pushed back inside. She tensed for a moment and he had to stop and wait for her to relax again. He ran his free hand over the back of her thighs until he found the remote waiting for him by her knee. He flipped the switch to medium and waited for the extra sensations to distract her.

It didn't take long before her body began to shake and he easily f.u.c.ked his fingers in and out of her a.s.s. It amazed him that Maggie hadn't been snapped up by a Dom long before now. Her husband hadn't deserved her and he probably didn't either, but he wasn't letting go now. She belonged to him and his intention was to enjoy every day for the pleasure he gave her.

Her moans and cries grew louder, signaling her oncoming o.r.g.a.s.m. Tucker removed his fingers and switched off the remote. He expected a protest but none came. Instead, she wiggled and rubbed, lost in the exquisite sensations.

He quickly unrolled the condom he'd added to his toys and added more lube to his c.o.c.k. He eased into position behind her and pressed the tip of his flesh to her primed and ready opening. "Tell me you want this, Maggie."

She murmured something into the sheets he couldn't make out. His little sub was too far gone. He began to push inside and hesitated. At the last second he turned the vibrating b.a.l.l.s back on and gently tunneled inside as she shuddered underneath him.

"Master!" she screamed as the vibrations and probably the edge of pain from his c.o.c.k, sent her careening into release. Tucker's eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the incredible sensation of her little muscles clenching around him over and over. So d.a.m.ned good. He moaned.

Heat sizzled from his c.o.c.k to his head. He grabbed her b.u.t.tocks and held her tight as he pushed as far as he could go. His b.a.l.l.s drew up tight, his arms shook. They were both on total overload.

"Oh Tucker, please. Don't stop."

Her exclamation broke something inside him. Emotion swelled and overwhelmed him. His sub. His woman. His love.

She fought underneath him, straining for something as a constant stream of pleading for more met his ears. He'd driven her to the brink of l.u.s.t and now she demanded to be sated and he was more than happy to oblige.

The words easy and soft fled from his mind as he began f.u.c.king her as wildly as she cried. He pulled back and shoved in, her tight channel gripping him tighter than before. The combination of him filling her and the b.a.l.l.s vibrating must have been too much. Maggie's short screams changed to a long, loud wail as she came. The exquisite sound wrapped around Tucker and embraced his soul. He couldn't move as fire sizzled through his blood and Maggie thrashed against him, milking his release from him. The pure perfection of the woman beneath him took his breath away. He'd finally found where he belonged.

Tucker fell against her, barely able to hold himself up. He fought to catch his breath as he eased off her as gently as he could. At the end they'd both lost control and he'd been rough. He worried he'd hurt her.

He trailed a line of kisses along her spine as he moved from the bed. Despite his still-shaking limbs, he untied her ankles and wrists, taking care to ma.s.sage each one and then disappeared into the bathroom. In slow motion, he disposed of the condom and grabbed a wet cloth and a dry one. A glance in the mirror shocked him. He appeared wild eyed and savage. Afraid to a.n.a.lyze what he saw, he rushed back into the bedroom and began his care of Maggie.

She smelled so good. The scent of s.e.x and Maggie went together extremely well. Before he got distracted from his good intentions, he dragged his thoughts back to her care. "I'd like to put you into a nice warm bath, little one. We've got time."

She mumbled sleepily and then smiled at him.

"Are you okay, Maggie?"

One eye opened. "Oh h.e.l.l, I'm way more than all right. I'm in love with my Master," she crooned.

His heart clenched. He dropped the towels and climbed back into bed with her. A bath could wait. "I love you, my sub." He placed a kiss on her shoulder. "More than I ever thought possible."

There was one more thing he'd brought into the bedroom this morning and she wasn't leaving without it. He reached for the delicate silver collar she'd nearly shoved in his face last night.

"Maggie, roll over." She grumbled something about him being mean before she complied. She was so incredible. He loved the vinegar as much as the sugar in this woman. She fit in here better than she thought she did. She'd learn though. Once the women of Davidson got it through their thick skulls that she'd taken him off the market, she'd get along fine.

"Why do you look so serious?" She reached up and rubbed his forehead where he'd probably been scrunching his face as she'd so lovingly put it before.

"Because I have something serious to give you." He placed the tip of the bare chain on her gently rounded belly and dragged it up to the hollow of her neck. His heart pounded in his chest at the prospect of collaring Maggie permanently. To him it was as important as getting married.

"I don't know if you understand how much this means to me, but I want to put this collar on your neck and lock it. Only I'll have the key because you're mine. Mine to love. Mine to f.u.c.k when I want. And mine to pleasure for the rest of your life."

A small tear escaped the corner of her eye and Tucker leaned down to lick it clean. Even her tears belonged to him.

"Oh Tucker." He placed a finger across her lips so he could continue.

"You wearing it is an intense personal commitment for us, but it's also a symbol to others that you're committed to your Dom. If you'll have me of course."

She moved to sit up and then cupped his cheek. "I'd be honored to wear your collar."

"I had this made as a cross between an old fashioned collar and a traditional necklace. Anyone in the lifestyle will likely recognize it, while others won't think twice about it. Although considering your current reputation, it might garner some notice." He used the key to undo the lock and slipped the collar around her neck. The two ends were pulled together and he slid the lock between the two connecting rings. Before he clicked it shut, he stared down at her. "Are you sure?"

"Without a doubt."

The tiny lock snicked closed and settled at the hollow of her throat. Tucker pulled Maggie into his arms.

"So this is really happening? You're really going to Boston with me? I'm not going to wake up from a dream or anything, right?"

He pinched her arm.

"Owww!" she cried. "Why'd you do that?"

He didn't even try to hide his smile. "Nope, definitely not a dream. But if you'd like to be sure, I've got a spanking bench in the playroom with your name written all over it, Miss Maggie."

Epilogue.

Tucker took a seat across from Mason in one of the smooth leather booths in the back room of the restaurant. They'd agreed to meet here because it afforded both of them a decent amount of privacy. At this early hour not too many Doms had made their way to this area. He glanced across the s.p.a.ce to the table he'd occupied with Maggie only a couple of weeks ago. Felt like a lifetime now. So much had changed and happened since then.

"I see you managed to break away from the ball and chain."

Tucker flipped him off. "Whatever. You're just jealous you don't have a sub right now."

His friend simply lifted his shoulders. Mason looked tired. The years of secrets and separation had taken their toll on all of them, but Mason seemed the most affected. He guessed it was easy to say that now that he had Maggie. He'd never felt freer in his life. Except when he remembered all she didn't yet know.

"I need to tell her everything." Might as well blurt it out and get this party started.

"Some secrets aren't yours to tell." The pained look in Mason's eyes let Tucker know he referred to Nina. When it came to her Mason was worse than a mother bear. He'd protect her at all costs and G.o.d forbid if anyone got in his way.

"I'm going to ask her to marry me as soon as we return from Boston. I can't start a marriage with lies and you know that."

His friend shrugged. "You already did, my friend. Marriage is merely a legal device and we both know the collar you put around her neck is far more meaningful. You waited all your life for her."

He did indeed. Funny how life worked out sometimes. Of course Mason was right. He may have bound Maggie to him as his submissive, but when she found out he'd kept most of the truth from her, she might still run.

"We can trust her, Mace."

"Maybe."

"If you won't agree, then I'll have to talk to Levi and Nina."

"f.u.c.k that."

Tucker glowered at Mason. "Don't even pull your s.h.i.t with me. We're all in this equally. You are not the man in charge."

"I'm the one who's been keeping our s.h.i.t together for years. Don't get me wrong, Tuck. I'm thrilled you've made so much progress in your life. No one deserves it more. But I've worked my a.s.s off making sure no detail fell through the cracks when it came to our lives and the welfare of everyone involved. Do you have any idea what that entails?"

He did. More than Mason knew. Unfortunately the best-kept secrets were still secrets and one day they would explode.

"Have you heard anything more from that reporter?"

Mason's eyes darkened and a scowl crossed his face. "She's still here and nosing around."

Tucker took a moment to study his friend's body language. Eyebrows pulled together, arms crossed over his chest, and narrowed eyes. Interesting. "Anything to worry about yet?" He hated the idea of the news media ruining the fragile peace they had. It was bad enough he'd have to burden Maggie...

"I'm going to have to talk to her. The more she pokes the better likelihood she'll find something by accident."

"Maybe it's time for a contingency plan."

"If you've got an idea that doesn't include an orange jumpsuit for the three of us, I'm all ears."

He didn't. It wasn't as if he hadn't run every f.u.c.king possible scenario through his head a thousand times over the years. None of them were good. "I think it's time we talk to Levi. I've got a bad feeling about all this. Too much is happening all at once."

"Yeah, well-"

That did not sound good. "What?" Here it came, the other shoe.

"Levi's gone missing."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm certain I don't need to repeat myself."

"G.o.d dammit, Mason. Stop with the macho bulls.h.i.t. I am not above beating the ever living c.r.a.p out of you."

A sardonic smile crossed Mason's face. "I'd love to see you try."

He narrowed his eyes in warning. "Tell me about Levi. How do you know he's missing?"

"Because I've been looking for him for three weeks."

"That's why you came back here. This isn't about the reporter at all."

Mason's silence d.a.m.ned him. "Look, don't get crazy. The reporter thing is real, but yes, part of what drove me back here was the hope that I'd find Levi back in his hometown."

Not one to panic, Tucker straightened in his seat and started formulating a plan. "What do you know?"

"It looks like he went off the grid about a month ago. As far as the investigator I hired can tell, he packed a bag, closed his house up and hit the road."

Tucker relaxed a fraction. "So he went on vacation?"

"Maybe. Wherever he went, he didn't want anyone to know. He's not used any of his credit cards or his cell phone."

"I don't like this. Things have been quiet for years and now it's pure chaos. You get the impression things are unraveling?"

"I'm sure Levi will show up sooner or later."

"It's not just Levi, I'm worried about. Things are changing and if we don't change with them this isn't going to end well."

Mason stood, pulled out his wallet and laid down some cash for the drinks he'd consumed. "For our sake I hope you're wrong."

Tucker sat silent watching his college friend leave. Like it or not their lives and everything around them was evolving. The time had come for some changes.

First, he'd start with Maggie.