Eager to Please: A Novel of BDSM Erotica

EAGER TO PLEASE

A Novel

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EAGER TO PLEASE

A Novel

Kim Corum

Belle Epoch

Eager to Please: A Novel. Copyright © 2012 by Kim Corum.

This edition published in 2012 by Belle Epoch.

eBook ISBN–13:  978-1-938107-12-2

eBook ISBN–10:  1-938107-12-8

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the publisher. For more information, email belle_epoch@artrummedia.com.

First published by New Tradition Books in 2004.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

For You.

Contents

Here I Am, Take Me, Use Me, Do Whatever You Like

The Beard

Have a Drink On Me

Nap Time

Blackberries

Sourpuss

Green Apples

Little Masochist

Trouble Brewing

Home Again

Goodbye, I’m Going Home

Here I Am, Take Me, Use Me, Do Whatever You Like

Shh, he said and put a finger to my lips. I’ll untie you now.

Please hurry, I begged as the pain shot through my arms again.

I said I would do it, he said and began to untie the ropes.

I immediately felt relief, though only slightly. It took a minute before he was done and I began to whimper with pain. I don’t know why it hurt so badly today, but it did. It was excruciating pain, a burning pain. It hurt so bad I couldn’t stand it. It was usually more fun.

Shh, he murmured.

Even though it’s my pet peeve to be shushed, I shushed. Even though I was in so much pain I could barely concentrate, I shushed. He could shush me because he was in control.

Once the ropes were off, a feeling of relief, like a rebirth, came over me. The constriction was too much to bear. I stared up at him, almost smiling, though he was the one who had tied me up.

Now lie down, he said. It’s my turn.

His turn. His turn to do whatever he wanted. We had played my game, the tying of me to the bed game and before that we had played my spanking game. Now it was his turn. His game was fucking. He did the fucking and I hung on for the ride. It was the best part of the night. The other games were merely a precursor. They got us both ready for the intensity of what was really important.

Don’t move, he said.

I stared up at him, knowing exactly what he was going to do. My heart began to beat wildly in my chest. He set the fire in my soul. He made me come alive. He knew what was going through my mind and that was, Here I am, take me, use me. Do whatever you like. And he would. Submission was the name of the game and dominance was inevitable. It was our favorite game, the one we played over and over but never tired of.

As instructed, I didn’t move. I just lay there and let him look at me. I was naked, completely and utterly naked and not just in the sense that my clothes were off. He saw me then; he saw every single part of me from the tips of my toes to the curve of my earlobe. He saw my soul, my heart. He liked what he saw. I could tell as his eyes glided over me and settled on my mouth, which longed for a kiss.

Another pain shot through my arms as the feeling began to return from being bound. A cry came out of my mouth before I could stop it and I began to shake my arms to get them awake. It was a terrible ache I felt. I had to get them better.

I told you to be still, he said, his English accent coming out strong.

But I couldn’t stop moving. The pain I had felt earlier was still there, though it was numbing. I can’t, I said and held out my arms. They hurt.

He eyed me, sighed and sat down on the bed. He took my arms and began to massage them until the life came back. I moaned. That felt so good.

Is that better? he asked.

Yes, I said. Thank you.

He stared into my eyes, not blinking. Then be still.

I was still.

He got up and went to the foot of the bed and continued to stare at me. He loved to stare at me, take all of my body in. Although it was natural to feel self-conscious when someone looks at you like that, when he did it, it gave me power. I wanted to show him what I had, from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet. I wanted him to see me. I couldn’t stand it when he looked away.

He looked away.

What did I do wrong? I asked.

Nothing, he said.

But there was something wrong, something amiss. I could feel it, I had felt it earlier. That’s why it wasn’t as fun as it had been. I had to asked, What is it? though I dreaded the answer.

He stared back at me and said, Tomorrow you’re going home.

My mouth dropped and before I knew it, tears were spilling out of my eyes. I began to cry so hard I could barely breathe. No! I didn’t want to go home! I wanted to stay here, in this dilapidated, abandoned house forever. I wanted to stay with him.

Shh, he said again.

I couldn’t stop crying, not even for him. The thought of being away from him, even for a minute, was killing me. And I wouldn’t see him after tomorrow. I didn’t know much, but I knew that. He’d be gone forever.

"I said to shh," he told me.

I stared at him and bit my bottom lip. He stared back and shook his head slightly, as if he felt sorry for me.

Please, I said. I don’t want to go home.

But you have to, he said and climbed into bed.

I stared at him, at his big arms that held me tight, at his hands that made me squirm. I stared at his handsome face, at the laugh lines around his deep blue eyes that crinkled when I said something to amuse him. I stared at the whiskers on his chin that tickled my legs when he kissed his way up. I stared at him and felt a connection so strong it made my heart sick.

He bent over me and said, You knew this day would come.

I won’t go, I said.

You have to, Kara.

I stopped crying. No. I won’t.

He smiled. He liked my defiance; it amused him to no end. He almost laughed but then he didn’t. His mind was on other things.

Don’t think about it right now, he said and leaned down for a kiss. I rose up on my elbows and met his lips, but then he pulled away, teasing me. I couldn’t help but smile, even though I felt terrible inside. He leaned back down and pulled away again, teasing me, making me come to him. He did this until I grabbed his face and pulled his lips to mine. We began to kiss, kiss like we always kissed. A little forceful at first and then we would begin to eat at each other’s mouths.

I moaned, Oh, Nate, you taste so good.

He climbed on top of me, pushing my legs apart with his knee. I pressed against his leg, feeling the coarse outline of his jeans. His jeans felt cool and unyielding. I began to move against his leg, allowing myself to scrape along it. He began to grind into me. His cock was so hard I could feel it even though it was still inside his jeans. It pressed up against them and made a big outline. I wanted it. I rubbed it and kissed his neck, sucked it. He moaned and moved so I could kiss his chest, then down to his dick, which awaited my mouth. He was squirming for it. He wanted to take as much as I wanted to give.

He rolled off me and I climbed on top of him, straddled him and began to move down towards his cock. But he grabbed my hips and pulled me back to him. I bent over him and he started by kissing my breasts, grabbing them with both hands and squeezing them. Mmmm…I wanted more. He nibbled at my nipple then sucked on it before he pushed me up until I was standing over him. He grabbed my hips and pulled my pussy down on his face and began to lick and suck it, finger it until I was humping his face and wanting his cock even more.

Ahh, I moaned. Oh, yeah, oh, baby… Let me do you.

I pulled his hard cock out of his jeans and went down on him. He gasped a little. Ahh, yes. I kissed the shaft then slid my tongue down along it until I came back up and deepthroated him. He moaned. I stopped for a minute and smiled up at him, loving the look on his face as I controlled of him. I went back to his dick and sucked it with everything I had.

I didn’t have time to do any more. He suddenly moved me off him, turned me over and put me up on all fours. Then he was on my back, licking it, kissing it, reaching around to squeeze my breasts.

I couldn’t take it anymore and demanded, Put it in. Now.

He didn’t need to be told twice. I moaned as he began to fuck me, fuck me hard. I pushed back against him, loving the way his dick filled me up and made me whole.

Then I felt the first slap of his hand on my ass. Oh, God, yes! I shivered and wanted another. He gave it to me then resumed his fevered pace. I couldn’t keep up. I grabbed the bed for leverage. He was going for it. He was taking me, consuming me, using me. It was dirty and slightly vicious and was what sex was really all about when you got right down to it. It was about getting and taking what you wanted. And what you needed.

Just then he slowed and bent over my back, kissing it. I moaned and began to wriggle. I trembled with delight as he pawed at me before he went right back at it. He slowed again and his hand came around and rested on my clit. Without hesitation, I began to move against it, moved until I felt the orgasm. It began to tickle me so I paused and moved against his hand and then back against his cock. I shuddered. This was going to be an enormous orgasm. Before I could enjoy the moment before the release, I felt it. I felt it then, all of it, it was almost painful, but so deliciously painful it made me want it more. That’s when I took it and began to come and come hard, so hard I was wailing. A strange sound came out of my throat and that was his cue to take over again.

I don’t know how long it lasted. All I know was that we were going at it so hard the bed threatened to fall apart. But that didn’t stop us, even if the pictures on the wall were shaking and the windowsills were rattling. Nothing mattered as we fucked. Nothing ever would.

He came just then, just after my orgasm began to fade and he grabbed onto my ass and pumped into me so hard I thought I would break in two. He pumped into me and moaned and…then… He was finished. We collapsed on the bed, with him on top and tried to catch our breath. We lay like that for a long moment, barely breathing. The intensity always winded us.

When we were finally back from euphoria, I rolled out from under him, draped a leg across his chest and kissed his cheek. He grabbed my hand, kissed it, and then kissed me.

I love you, you know that, right? he muttered.

I nodded. I love you, too.

He eyed me. I stared back. Say it, say it, say it say it! Tell me we can make it work, that we can figure this thing out. Make it work; give me some hope that it can.

He turned away.

I almost started crying again but I didn’t. I couldn’t. I would figure this thing out. I would make it work. I didn’t know how, but I already had a plan working and nothing was going to keep me from him. He was mine and no one was going to take him away.

Let’s go to sleep, he said.

Uh, Nate—

Shh, he said and nuzzled my