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  HisMuse’s Fidelity

  Content

  His Muse’s Fidelity

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Epilog

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  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  HisMuse’s Fidelity

  Copyright © 2015 by Linnea May

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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  A steamy scene with the protagonists of my BDSM Romance ‘I am You’

  Chapter One

  His kiss is sweet. The taste of decadence bathes my tongue as I let him claim me. Champagne, expensive champagne. That delicious nectar for the rich. I have always loved the taste of it, and Cedric knows that.

  He spoils me and literally feeds me with affection and sweet liquor. I drink from his lips while our tongues intertwine. There is so much yearning, so much lust. I want him so badly, so much of him. All of him. Just for me.

  I cannot see him. My vision is obscured by a blindfold, and my hands are spread apart and tied up. It is agonizing not to be able to touch him. I want to sweep along his delicious chest with the tip of my fingers, fondle his pelvic muscles that lead me further downward…

  But he doesn’t let me. Instead, I am tied to a St. Andrews Cross, my arms and legs spread, leaning forward as much as I can when he leans down to kiss me.

  I am completely at his mercy, welcoming every touch and every kiss he grants me.

  He keeps teasing me.

  A desperate moan escapes my mouth when he withdraws and leaves me alone at the cross.

  “Cedric, please…,” I breathe.

  He has teased me for what felt like hours. My whole body is trembling with lust, begging for more, so much more.

  Even with my blinded eyes, I know that he is standing in front of me, assessing his masterpiece. He watches me squirming within my restraints, desperate with hunger for more. It is the sweetest kind of torture anyone could ever make up.

  “My poor girl,” he whispers. “My beautiful bitch in heat. So desperate for me to take her.”

  I bite my lower lip to keep myself from cursing at him.

  “Isn’t that what you are?” he asks, approaching me. I can feel his breath on my face. Almost instinctively, I lean forward, hoping for a kiss.

  But instead I feel his fingertips on my chin, gently pushing my face up. I would be facing him if my eyes weren’t blinded.

  “Isn’t that what you are?” he repeats.

  “Yes, Sir,” I reply.

  “Yes, Sir what?” he insists.

  I am rolling my eyes beneath the blindfold, unbeknownst to him.

  “I am a bitch in heat,” I repeat. “I need you. I want you!”

  He plants a little kiss on my cheek. It comes unexpected, and I flinch at the touch of his soft lips.

  “Need me to do what?” he asks.

  “Fuck me,” I plead. “Please, fuck me.”

  “Good girl,” he breathes and plants another kiss on my cheek. “My perfect girl. You should see how beautiful you are.”

  I blush and smile, lowering my head, even though there is not much point to it.

  He starts unfastening the restraints on my wrists and ankles, finally freeing me from the cross. I have no idea how much time I spent tied up on it, but it feels like an eternity. He must have used almost every toy on me that could be found in the upper drawer of his dark dresser.

  I tremble and take a few clumsy steps forward after he has freed me. He catches me with both hands at my shoulders. Even after all this time, his touch feels divine. So warm, so familiar - and so incredibly enticing.

  He leads me toward the bed. I still cannot see anything, but I know the room well enough to be able to locate myself.

  “On your back,” he orders. “Present yourself.”

  “Yes, Sir,” I breathe.

  I have done this before, numerous times. Yet, my motions are clumsy as I climb on the bed to follow his command. I am completely naked with nothing but the occasional collar and the blindfold gracing my body.

  The collar, he insists, is only temporary. A training collar, if anything.

  It gets removed right after we stop playing, and sometimes I don’t wear it at all. I have yet to figure out on what ground he decides whether to put it on or not, but for now that remains his secret.

  I lie down on my back and present myself the way he wants me to, legs bent up and spread and arms above my head as if my hands were tied to the headboard.

  “Good girl,” he praises as he climbs up on the bed himself.

  He positions himself between my legs and stays there for a while, observing me. I don’t have to be able to see his face to know that his eyes are on me.

  Just a few moments later, so are his hands. He is stroking along the inner side of my thighs, coming dangerously close to my center before he stops, much to my disappointment.

  I hollow my back and squirm beneath him, yearning for more. But instead of giving me what I so desperately want, he just continues to massage my thighs, kneading the skin on my inner side and thus causing me to spread my legs further for him.

  I pant and demonstratively gasp for air to show my arousal, even though I am sure that he doesn’t need this kind of display. He can feel the heat on my skin, observe the dramatic up and down of my torso as I breathe heavily, and he can see it between my legs. My damp sex is clearly visible to him, with nothing to save me from the embarrassment of being on display like this.

  “We have something to celebrate today,” he reminds me. “Isn’t that right?”

  I nod. “Yes, Sir.”

  Our celebration is twofold, actually. His book will come out this week. The book that I was to approve before he would send it to his editor. The book that almost destroyed us, but only brought us closer together in the end. There is only a mere week left until it finally is released to the public. A lot of appointments, interviews and appearances lay ahead of him, of us. A lot of stress and excitement - both good and bad.

  The second occasion is more of a personal nature. Today, it has been six months since the night that he first introduced me as his partner. As the woman at his side. The woman he loves.

  When Cedric asked me what day I wanted to call our day, I had not been sure what to reply. It has been too long for me to be in a relationship that celebrates itself with anniversaries. He suggested the day we reunited after I broke off contact with him for weeks, and I thought it made perfect sense. After all, it was the day that we fully committed to each oth
er.

  That day was exactly six months ago.

  “Our anniversary,” he whispers. “The day you did me the honor of becoming mine, of returning to me and giving me your heart and soul. Do you have any idea how grateful I am for that?”

  I shake my head, but don’t know what to say. What could I possibly reply to that? After all, I still don’t understand what he sees in me. How he can say that he’s the one to be grateful, when clearly I am the person who hit the jackpot, quite literally.

  He spoils me with everything he has. His affection, his attention - and his money. Never in a million years would I have pictured myself spoiled in the luxuries that he grants me. It is way too much; I keep telling him that. But he won’t listen.

  Today is yet another day where he just adds to the pile.

  “I thought so,” he says. “You may never understand what I see in you, but I want to at least try to make you understand. I have a present for you, my beautiful girl.”

  My eyes widen beneath the blindfold, and I gasp in protest. “I thought we wouldn’t be giving each other presents-”

  “You will never be allowed to stop me from spoiling you,” he interrupts. “Now be a good girl and lay still.”

  I bite my lower lip to stop myself from further opposition. I should know him well enough to realize that there is no point in backtalk.

  “Just relax and enjoy this,” he adds. “Be the perfect girl I know you can be for me.”

  I sigh at his sweet words.

  His hands are still on my thighs, slowly stroking up and down. He removes one hand and moves the other further up until he reaches my labia. I moan with desire.

  “Don’t be scared,” he warns before I hear him operate a switch.

  A faint buzzing sound resonates from something he seems to be holding in his other hand. I am confused for a moment, but soon realize that it must be some kind of vibrator. We have used a little vibrating egg before, so I am not sure why he would think that I could be scared.

  His other hand is still at my center, gently circling around my labia, the circles becoming smaller and smaller as he approaches my entrance. My breathing accelerates and almost drowns the buzzing sound of the vibrator.

  I groan when he finally reaches my clit and starts massaging my most sensitive spot. He shifts between my legs, coming closer and forcing me to spread them even further for him.

  I yelp when a sudden tickling sensation hits my left inner thigh. This is nothing like the little vibrator egg we have used before. It is bigger - and stronger. A lot stronger. The vibrations are almost too much to take. I squirm and try to jerk my leg away from him, but he holds me in place with the other hand that had been massaging my entrance.

  “No!” he objects. “Don’t you dare to move!”

  I whimper in response. The vibrations are so strong that they travel through my entire leg, causing even my foot to shiver uncontrollably.

  He is moving it along my thigh, barely touching my skin as he approaches my center.

  The sensation is so strong that I don’t even dare to imagine what it will feel like when he’s reached his destination, which I am sure is my throbbing center. His other hand is back at my entrance. He places his palm on my labia, shielding my most sensitive spot from the approaching toy. Still, it is barely touching my skin, but it is coming closer, so close, that it is almost touching his hand by now. He must be feeling the vibrations himself.

  I notice that I have been holding my breath and remind myself to exhale.

  “Are you ready?” he asks.

  Agitated breathing is the only response I can come up with, but that seems to be good enough for him. Cedric knows me well. He has always been able to read me better than anybody else, and with the amount of time we have been spending together, his abilities are only getting stronger.

  He increases the pressure of the vibrating toy and pushes it against the skin on the inner side of my upper thigh, dangerously close to my entrance.

  I gasp for air. The vibrations now capture the entire region below my core. My leg starts shaking, and I notice that I am leaning forward, pressing my wetness against his hand. I start shifting and coiling, begging for more. I need him inside me.

  He removes his hand, greedily stroking along my inner labia and my nub as he moves his fingers upward. I would be embarrassed at my wetness if I didn’t know how much he loves it. He hums as he moves the vibrator closer to my lips, his other hand now placed on top of my mound, gently pushing down on it as if he was trying to keep me in place.

  “This is going to be intense; don’t be scared,” he repeats.

  I am silenced before I can give any kind of response, because he proceeds to move the vibrator to my center, not stopping until he finds the perfect spot.

  He is no longer careful or reluctant when he presses it against my clit.

  I yelp and flinch beneath him, but he keeps me in place with his other hand. My entire body turns into violent spasms as I try to deal with the intensity of it all. I gape at the ceiling above me, my mouth and eyes open wide, but the latter are still covered with the blindfold.

  “Oh God… fu-fu-no-” I exclaim.

  Equally elaborate syllables follow as the vibrations between my legs increase in magnitude. They take over everything, my body, my mind, my heart. I am incapable of doing anything but lie there with my legs spread as far as possible, shaking and contracting as I wait for my release.

  Waves of pleasure travel along my spine, one after another, but it is not a real climax yet. Or is it? I can’t tell. I’ve never felt anything like this, and especially not for such a long period of time. It is almost unbearable.

  My mouth is still opened wide in a silent cry when I feel the first contraction of my orgasm. I am supposed to ask for permission or at least announce my impending climax, but I can’t this time.

  Cedric knows anyway. As soon as my climax starts to reveal itself, he pushes the vibrator against my entrance even harder. I squeal with desperation as the waves of pleasure keep coming. It doesn’t stop. This influx of bliss doesn’t fade, even after it has already surpassed any orgasm I’ve ever had.

  “I can’t-” I whimper.

  But he doesn’t stop. Just as I am beginning to think that the waves are receding, I can feel the tip of his hard cock teasing my entrance.

  I arch my back and move forward as much as possible, pushing my center against the vibrator and his cock.

  “Good girl,” he comments.

  He thrusts himself into me with one deep and thorough motion until his entire length fills me. I moan and lean into him even further, egging him on to fuck me while the vibrations are still playing havoc with my throbbing center.

  I don’t know if I am still coming or having another orgasm, but the spasms are still there for sure. They only increase and are joined by a new flood of pleasure as he starts fucking me, shoving his member in and out in merciless thrusts while he keeps pushing the vibrator against my clit.

  My muscles are clenching around him, and my cries are no longer silent. I am overcome with sensation and a thrill that almost borders on agony.

  His release is imminent; I can feel it building up inside of me. He must feel the vibrations, too, and his build-up must have been just as teasing as mine. His thrusts are fast and stronger but soon slow down just the slightest bit as his climax approaches. He comes inside of me with two or three powerful and slow thrusts, filling me while I am still in a drowsy aftermath of my peak.

  I am still clenching around him when he finally removes the vibrator and turns it off.

  This was too much. It cannot be humanly possible to come live through an orgasm for this long. Or to have this many in a row. It cannot be possible.

  I am not surprised about what happens next.

  I still cannot see, my vision remains obscured, and now my other senses follow. Sounds blur around me, drowned out by a weird buzzing noise.

  Cedric is talking to me. I can hear his voice, but it is faint and sound
s as if he is very far away.

  He is calling my name.

  As I turn my head to reply, the world around me darkens completely.

  Chapter Two

  “I am cold,” I whisper with my eyes still closed.

  I am drenched in cold sweat and naked, lying on my side with him spooning me from behind.

  I hear him chuckling next to my ear. “Poor girl.”

  He pulls a soft blanket over me, and I use the chance to snuggle up in his arm without opening my eyes. I relish the darkness for now, and I am still dizzy.

  “Are you feeling okay?” he asks.

  I nod. “Yes, don’t worry.”

  “Of course, I worry,” he objects. “You were completely gone there for a moment, lost consciousness. That’s a first.”

  I slowly open my eyes and squint as the daylight hits me. It is still afternoon, and we never bothered to fully close the curtains, because it is unlikely that anybody would be able to peek inside our bedroom anyway.

  Our bedroom. I’m doing it again. I’ve been referring to his place as our place many times by now, even though it still is just his. I’ve bitten my lip every time I did it out loud and especially in front of him, but Cedric didn’t seem to mind as much as I do.

  I place importance on my independency, and even when he offered, I refused to move in with him. Even though he might disagree, I think it is way too early for a huge step such as this.

  Cedric wasn’t happy about my refusal. When I tried to find a good excuse for it, by saying that the commute to my job was too long from his place - which is a valid point - he suggested that I should quit my job.

  “You could be my muse,” he proposed, only half-jokingly. “My fulltime inspiration.”