NoBounds by Ann Jacobs Page A

could for Ciel. Now she had to do the rest
on her own. Cole believed, now that he thought about it, that he and their
father had only delayed her breakdown. He knew now that they’d been wrong,
bailing her out of every scrape, every situation where she had placed herself
and others in danger.
    He’d never again believe he could save
someone who didn’t want to be saved. Not even the older sister he’d followed
like a faithful puppy when they’d been children back on Earth.
    * * * * *
    All of them had been children, when all was
said and done. They’d been teenagers trying their wings in a fast-changing
world on Earth.
    Amber couldn’t help remembering those first
days after she’d come to live with her grandparents, and how Ciel had welcomed
her when all Amber had wanted to do was die and join her family in that great
beyond, wherever that might be. If not for Ciel, Amber might not have made it
this far. She might never have felt the loving sting of her master’s
domination.
    Cole had arranged all he could for Ciel’s
care and comfort, Amber knew. He’d told her what he’d done, but he hadn’t
needed to, for she knew her master. She trusted his wisdom, his kindness and
most of all his deep affection for the woman they both loved.
    Last night, Amber had dreamed. Jumbled,
tumbled snippets, past and present scrambled. Horrific mind-photos of Ciel’s
hands dripping blood, her eyes wild with a madness that had lurked just below
the surface. Master Dax’s eyes, glazed over in death, fed the nightmare image
of him standing over her with that red-hot branding tool, of him beating her
with a cane…of Master Cole rushing in and turning the cane onto Dax.
    She’d had sweet dreams too. Of Ciel taking
her in hand, showing her the teenage haunts, introducing her to Cole, who’d
been in her grade at school. Of her first sub experience, when she’d realized
that her pleasure came from believing a master cared enough to discipline
her…and that sexual pleasure could arise from pain. Of Cole stopping her
branding, making her his own…
    Where was her master now? She never wanted
to pass another night without him near her, providing her the security she
needed, the sensual banquet she wanted. She needed the reassurance of his
gentle touch, the sound of his voice in her ears, the smells of their mutual
arousal…the slightly bitter, salty taste of him when he allowed her to suck his
beautiful cock.
    Hours ago, Amber had readied herself for
him. Her hair lay in riotous curls around her shoulders, the way he liked it.
She’d shaved her pussy again, felt it to be sure it would feel as smooth as
silk beneath his fingers, his mouth. The chain that joined the rings in her
nipples and clit swung back and forth when she moved, setting up a delicious
tingling. Her cunt grew wetter and more swollen with every move she made, and
when she heard his footsteps in the hall, she fairly gushed.
    She longed for him to come, take her, show
her once again that she could find the ultimate in pleasure from pain.
    * * * * *
    Fuck. What was a man to do? Cole tore off
his clothes, his gaze never leaving his slave’s plump, pale buttocks or the
still-pink lily brand that adorned the one on the left. He had told her to wait
in his room for him, but he hadn’t fucking told her to bend herself nearly
double over the pommel horse he used as part of his exercise routine, her
position perfect for spanking…
    His cock was about to burst. “Amber.”
    “Yes, Master?”
    “Do you want me to spank you?”
    “Oh yes, Master.”
    He laid a hand over the brand, tracing its
outline with one finger. “This is still too tender, sweetheart, for me to flog
you the way I’d love to.”
    “I welcome the pain.”
    Amber deserved no punishment, though Cole
imagined she was mentally flogging herself over her unintentional part in
causing the scene last night at the jail. “No. You deserve nothing but
pleasure.”
    If it took him a lifetime with her, he’d
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