Shared & Watched

A DevotedSub Books Collection

Volume 8

by Devoted Sub

To my husband, my Dom, my Twin Flame. My love, my strength, my courage, and the soul who awakened the parts of me I never knew howto set free.

You believed in me when my own faith had all but vanished. You saw a writer where I saw doubt, a voice where I heard silence, a futurewhere I saw only limits — and gave me the courage to put my wordsinto the world and dare to call myself an author.

You never wrote my stories for me or walked the road in my place. You gave me something more precious: the strength and courage tobelieve I deserved to walk this path, the confidence to believe inmyself, and the faith to know I could do this.

You taught me that when life knocks you down, you get back up, and you never fail. Failure is never found in falling, but in giving up.As long as I keep rising, keep trying, and refuse to surrender, Iwill never truly fail.

If my words reach the world, your love gave them wings. If my stories outlive me, a part of you will live on in every word.

You are my love by choice, my Dom by devotion, my Twin Flame by a bond that transcends the ordinary, and my forever by a promise Icarry willingly.

What is claimed is loved. What is loved is kept. What is kept is bound. What is bound is never abandoned.

And so, upon these pages, I carry the title you bestowed upon me, my most cherished one: Devoted Sub. Not simply a name beneath astory, but a name born of our bond, carried with pride, and foreverentwined with the man who gave it to me.

With all that I am, all that I create, and all that I will ever become,

Forever yours,

Your Devoted Sub.

Contents

1. Her first night

2. Pampered Feet

3. Taken completely

4. The wild picnic

5. Twin Swap: Lake House

6. VIP at Suki

7. At His Feet

8. CRIMSON THRONE

9. Her Feet On Him

10. Her Sweet Altar

11. Midnight Liturgy

12. Snowed in

Her first night

The Iron Thorn didn't bother with a sign you could read from the road — just a black door, a neon beer logo buzzing in the window, and a crooked line of bikes out front, chrome glinting under the parking lot lights. Aiko was twenty-eight years old, a grown woman sitting alone at the corner of the bar with a whiskey she wasn't really drinking, watching the pool table through a haze of cigarette smoke and neon light.

She wasn't watching the game. She was watching the woman playing it — had been watching her for half an hour, unable to look away, her whole body humming with a heat she hadn't felt in longer than she could remember.

The woman was thirty-four, tall and broad-shouldered, her dark hair pulled back in a low ponytail, a black leather vest open over a white tank top that clung to her breasts, jeans that hugged her hips, heavy boots planted wide on the worn wood floor. She moved around the pool table like she owned it — like she owned the whole bar — lining up shots with slow, certain precision, sinking them one after another while the men at the other tables watched in sullen silence. There was something about her that made Aiko's mouth go dry: the confidence, the power, the way she held the cue like it was an extension of her body, the way she looked at the table like it had already surrendered to her, the way the whole room seemed to tilt toward her without her even trying.

The woman looked up, caught Aiko staring, and smiled — slow, knowing, predatory, like a wolf who'd just spotted something delicious and had already decided it was hers.

- See something you like, sweetheart? — she called across the bar, loud enough for the whole room to hear, her voice rough and low and amused, her eyes locked on Aiko's.
- You've been staring for thirty minutes. Either buy me a drink or come over here and tell me what you want.

Aiko's face went hot, her whole body flushing, her heart hammering against her ribs.
- Maybe, — she said before she could stop herself, her voice coming out breathier than she meant, — maybe I do.

The woman laughed — a low, rough sound that went straight through Aiko, straight down between her legs — and sank the eight ball with a sharp crack that echoed through the bar, and walked over, cue still in her hand, hips rolling, boots heavy on the wood. She stopped in front of Aiko's barstool, close enough that Aiko had to tilt her head back to meet her eyes, close enough that Aiko could smell leather and whiskey and something darker underneath, something that made her dizzy.

- I'm Daniela, — she said, her voice low and rough, her eyes never leaving Aiko's face. — And you're staring at me like you're starving. Like you've been waiting for someone to take charge of you.
- Aiko, — Aiko managed, her throat dry. — My name's Aiko.

- Aiko, — Daniela repeated, tasting the name, rolling it around like something sweet, her eyes dark. — Pretty name for a pretty girl.
Her gaze swept down Aiko's body — the tight jeans, the low-cut top, the flush creeping up her neck, the quick rise and fall of her breasts — and back up, lingering on her mouth.
- You come here often, Aiko?

- First time, — Aiko whispered.

- Mmm. — Daniela leaned in, her mouth close to Aiko's ear, her breath warm against Aiko's skin, her voice dropping low enough that only Aiko could hear, intimate and dangerous. — You want to know what I think, Aiko? I think you didn't come here for the whiskey. I think you came here hoping someone would look at you the way I'm looking at you right now. I think you want to be told what to do. Am I wrong?

Aiko's heart was hammering so loud she was sure the whole bar could hear it. Her thighs pressed together under the bar, her pussy already throbbing, her panties already damp, and she hadn't even been touched.
- No, — she breathed. — You're not wrong.

Daniela's hand came up and closed around the back of Aiko's neck — firm, possessive, her fingers pressing into the skin, her thumb resting on Aiko's racing pulse — and Aiko's whole body went molten at the touch, at the strength in that grip, at the certainty of it.
- Good girl, — Daniela murmured, her thumb stroking Aiko's hammering pulse. — Honest. I like honest.
She held Aiko's gaze, her eyes burning, her grip on Aiko's neck never loosening.
- Here's what's going to happen, Aiko. You're going to finish that whiskey. You're going to walk out of here with me. You're going to come home with me, and you're going to let me do whatever I want to you, all night long. And you're going to love every second of it. Do you understand?

- Yes, — Aiko whispered, her voice shaking, her pussy clenching hard at the words, at the command in them, at the hand on her neck. — Yes, I understand.

- Say my name when you answer me, — Daniela said, her grip tightening just enough to make Aiko gasp. — From now on, when you talk to me, you say my name. And tonight — tonight you're going to call me Daddy. Because that's what I am to you tonight. That's the only name I answer to. Say it.

Aiko's breath caught, her whole body shuddering at the word, at what it meant, at the power rolling off the woman holding her neck.
- Yes, Daddy, — she breathed, and Daniela's eyes went dark with hunger.

- Good girl, — Daniela said softly, and released her neck, and Aiko felt the loss of that hand like a physical ache. — Finish your drink. We're leaving.

Aiko finished the whiskey in two burning swallows, her hands shaking, and slid off the barstool on unsteady legs. Daniela's hand settled on the small of her back — big, warm, possessive — and guided her through the bar, past the pool table, past the staring men, out into the cool night air. A black bike gleamed under the parking lot lights, and Daniela swung a leg over it with practiced ease, handed Aiko a spare helmet, and said,
- Get on. Hold tight. Don't let go.

Aiko climbed on behind her, her arms wrapping around Daniela's waist, her breasts pressing against the leather vest, her thighs gripping Daniela's hips, the engine roaring to life beneath them. They tore out of the parking lot into the night, the wind whipping Aiko's hair, Daniela's body solid and powerful between her thighs, and Aiko had never felt anything like it — held, claimed, carried, the vibration of the bike humming through her core, her pussy throbbing with every mile.

Daniela's place was a small house at the end of a quiet street, all dark wood and leather and low lamplight, a couch worn soft, a bedroom down the hall with a big bed and black sheets. She led Aiko inside by the hand, locked the door behind them, and turned to face her in the dim hallway, her eyes dark and hungry, her big hands settling on Aiko's hips.

- Take your clothes off, — Daniela said, her voice low and rough, her thumbs stroking slow circles on Aiko's hip bones through her jeans. — All of them. Right here. I want to see you.

Aiko's hands were shaking as she pulled her top over her head, unhooked her bra, shoved her jeans and panties down her legs and stepped out of them, standing naked in Daniela's hallway with her arms at her sides, her nipples hard in the cool air, her pussy wet and throbbing, her whole body trembling. Daniela's eyes moved over her slowly — her breasts, her stomach, the dark curls between her thighs, her legs — and Aiko felt that gaze like a touch, like hands all over her skin.

- Beautiful, — Daniela murmured, and stepped close, her hands cupping Aiko's breasts, her thumbs brushing over Aiko's hard nipples, making Aiko gasp and arch into the touch. — So beautiful. And so wet already. I can smell you, Aiko. You smell like you need me.
Her hands slid down Aiko's sides, over her hips, between her thighs, one thick finger sliding through Aiko's slick folds, and Aiko cried out, her knees buckling, her hands flying to Daniela's shoulders to steady herself.
- Oh god. Oh god, Daddy.

- That's right, — Daniela growled, her finger circling Aiko's clit slowly, her other hand gripping Aiko's hip hard enough to bruise, holding her up, holding her still. — Say my name. Scream it if you need to. Nobody can hear you out here.
She pushed two fingers deep into Aiko's dripping pussy, curling them, finding the spot that made Aiko see stars, and Aiko screamed, her head falling back, her nails digging into Daniela's shoulders through the leather vest.
- Daddy! Oh fuck, Daddy!

- Come for me, — Daniela commanded, her fingers pumping hard and deep, her thumb grinding on Aiko's clit, her mouth on Aiko's neck, teeth scraping the skin. — Come all over my hand. Right now. Let go.

Aiko came apart with a scream, her pussy clenching hard around Daniela's fingers, her juices flooding over Daniela's hand, her whole body shaking, her legs giving out. Daniela caught her, held her up with one arm around her waist, her fingers still buried deep inside her, and Aiko sobbed with the aftershocks, clinging to her, boneless and wrecked.

- Good girl, — Daniela murmured against her hair, slowly sliding her fingers out of Aiko's spasming pussy, raising them to her own mouth and sucking them clean, her eyes locked on Aiko's, tasting her, savoring her. — So sweet. You're so fucking sweet, Aiko.
Then she lifted Aiko clean off her feet — Aiko was small and Daniela was so strong it was effortless — and carried her down the hall to the bedroom, and laid her gently on the black sheets, and stood over the bed pulling her own clothes off: the leather vest, the white tank top revealing full heavy breasts with dark hard nipples, the jeans, the boots, until she stood naked and magnificent, tall and broad-shouldered, her body all muscle and curves, a dark thatch of curls between her powerful thighs.

Aiko stared up at her, her mouth dry, her pussy throbbing, her whole body aching with need.
- You're so beautiful, — she breathed. — Daddy, you're so beautiful.

- On your back, — Daniela said, climbing onto the bed, crawling up Aiko's body like a predator, her mouth finding Aiko's breasts, sucking one hard nipple deep, then the other, her teeth grazing, her tongue swirling, while her hand slid back between Aiko's thighs. — Spread your legs for me. Wide. I want to taste you. I've been thinking about tasting you since the second I saw you staring at me across that bar.

Aiko spread her legs wide, her knees falling open, her dripping pussy bared to Daniela's hungry eyes, and Daniela settled between her thighs with a low growl, her big hands gripping Aiko's thighs, spreading her wider, her breath hot on Aiko's slick folds.
- Look at you, — Daniela murmured, her eyes locked on Aiko's glistening pussy. — So wet. So pink. So perfect. All for me.
Then her mouth was on Aiko — her tongue sliding through Aiko's folds in one long, slow lick, tasting her, groaning deep in her throat at the flavor — and Aiko screamed, her back arching off the bed, her hands fisting in the black sheets.

Daniela ate her like she was starving — her tongue deep in Aiko's dripping channel, lapping up her juices, then circling Aiko's swollen clit, sucking it into her mouth, flicking it with her tongue, relentless and skilled and hungry. Her hands held Aiko's thighs spread wide, her thumbs pressing into the creases of Aiko's hips, and when Aiko tried to squirm away from the intensity, Daniela growled against her pussy,
- Don't you dare move. Take it. Take all of it. You're mine tonight, and I'm going to make you come on my tongue until you can't see straight.

She pushed two fingers deep into Aiko's pussy while her tongue worked Aiko's clit, curling her fingers, fucking Aiko with her hand and her mouth together, and Aiko came screaming, her thighs clamping around Daniela's head, her pussy flooding Daniela's mouth, her whole body convulsing. Daniela didn't stop — she kept licking, kept sucking, drinking Aiko down, her fingers still moving, driving Aiko straight into a second orgasm that ripped through her so hard she sobbed, her nails tearing at the sheets, her voice hoarse from screaming Daniela's name.

- Daddy! Oh god, Daddy, please, I can't, I can't take any more —

- You can, — Daniela growled, her mouth slick with Aiko's juices, her chin glistening, her eyes blazing. — And you will. Because I say so. Because you're mine, and I decide when you've had enough.

Daniela rose up over Aiko, her body gleaming with sweat, her mouth wet with Aiko's arousal, and Aiko reached for her blindly, pulling her down, kissing her desperately — tasting herself on Daniela's tongue, moaning into her mouth, her hands roaming over Daniela's broad shoulders, her heavy breasts, her strong back.

- Please, — Aiko gasped against Daniela's mouth, her hands sliding down Daniela's body, between her thighs, finding her hot and slick and swollen. — Please, Daddy, let me taste you. Please let me make you feel good. I need to. I need you in my mouth.

Daniela's eyes went dark, her breathing rough, and she shifted up the bed, straddling Aiko's chest, her dripping pussy hovering over Aiko's face, her thighs bracketing Aiko's head, her hands gripping the headboard.
- Open your mouth, — she commanded, her voice thick with lust. — Tongue out. Show me how bad you want it.

Aiko opened her mouth wide, her tongue out, and Daniela lowered herself onto Aiko's face, her heavy pussy settling over Aiko's mouth, her weight pressing Aiko's head into the pillow. Aiko moaned and went to work — her tongue sliding through Daniela's slick folds, tasting her, rich and musky and intoxicating, her lips wrapping around Daniela's swollen clit, sucking gently, then harder when Daniela groaned above her.

- Oh fuck, yes, — Daniela groaned, her hips rolling, grinding her pussy down onto Aiko's face, her thighs tightening around Aiko's head. — Just like that. Eat me, Aiko. Eat my pussy like you mean it. Like you're starving for it.
She rode Aiko's face hard, her juices flowing over Aiko's tongue, her chin, her cheeks, her breathing ragged, her hands white-knuckled on the headboard, her big body shuddering. Aiko sucked her clit deep, flicked it with her tongue, pushed her tongue inside Daniela's dripping channel, and Daniela cried out — a raw, guttural sound Aiko had never heard from her — and came hard, her pussy clenching, flooding Aiko's mouth, her thighs shaking around Aiko's head.

- Fuck, — Daniela gasped, collapsing forward onto her hands, her pussy still pressed to Aiko's mouth, her whole body trembling. — Fuck, Aiko. That mouth. That fucking mouth.
She slid down Aiko's body, kissed her hard — deep, filthy, tasting them both — and rolled Aiko onto her stomach with strong hands, pulling her hips up, positioning her on her knees with her face in the pillows, her ass high in the air.

- I'm going to fuck you now, — Daniela growled, kneeling behind her, her hands spreading Aiko's ass cheeks wide, her tongue dragging through Aiko's dripping folds from behind, making Aiko scream into the pillows. — I'm going to fuck you so deep you feel me for days. And you're going to take it. All of it. Because you're mine.
She pushed three fingers deep into Aiko's soaked pussy, stretching her, fucking her hard and fast, her other hand reaching under Aiko's body to pinch and roll her hard nipples, her mouth on the back of Aiko's neck, teeth sinking into the skin.

- Daddy! — Aiko screamed, her face buried in the pillows, her ass pushing back against Daniela's hand, desperate for more, for deeper, for everything. — Oh fuck, Daddy, yes, fuck me, please fuck me harder!

Daniela fucked her harder — her fingers slamming deep, her palm slapping wetly against Aiko's pussy, the obscene sounds filling the bedroom, Aiko's juices running down her thighs, soaking the black sheets. She curled her fingers hard against Aiko's front wall, grinding her thumb on Aiko's clit, and Aiko came with a scream that tore her throat raw, her pussy clamping down so hard Daniela had to fight to keep moving, her whole body shaking, tears wetting the pillow.

Daniela didn't stop. She kept fucking Aiko through it, her fingers relentless, driving her up again, and again, until Aiko was sobbing, wrecked, her body limp except for the spasms rocking through her, her voice gone hoarse from screaming.

- Please, — Aiko sobbed, her cheek pressed to the pillow, her body trembling. — Please, Daddy, I can't come again, I can't —

- One more, — Daniela commanded, her voice rough with lust and tenderness tangled together, her fingers slowing, going deep and deliberate, her free hand stroking Aiko's hair, her mouth at Aiko's ear. — One more for me, baby. Give me one more. I know you've got it in you. Give it to Daddy.

Aiko gave it — one last shattering orgasm that rolled through her like a wave, her pussy pulsing around Daniela's fingers, her whole body arching, a long broken cry tearing from her throat. Daniela held her through it, her fingers still buried deep, her body curled around Aiko's, her breath warm on Aiko's neck, until the spasms faded and Aiko lay limp and shaking in her arms.

Then Daniela turned her gently, pulled her close, wrapped her big strong arms around Aiko's trembling body and held her — held her tight against her chest, Aiko's head on her breasts, Daniela's hand stroking her sweat-damp hair, her lips pressed to Aiko's forehead.

- You're mine now, — Daniela murmured, her voice low and rough and certain, her arms tightening around Aiko. — You understand that, Aiko? Tonight wasn't just one night. You're mine. I'm keeping you. I'm going to take care of you, and I'm going to ruin you for anyone else, and you're going to let me — because this is what you were made for. Being mine.

Aiko's heart swelled so full it hurt, tears slipping down her cheeks, her arms wrapping tight around Daniela's waist, her body still humming, still throbbing, still hers.
- Yes, Daddy, — she whispered, her voice raw and wrecked and utterly happy. — I'm yours. I'm all yours.

Daniela held her until she slept — held her like something precious, like something claimed, like something she had no intention of ever letting go.

Pampered Feet

Iris was twenty-eight and had never been pampered in her life. Not really. Not the way Roman was about to pamper her.

Roman was thirty-two and he did not ask permission for anything he wanted to do. That was the whole thing between them. He wanted. She yielded. And tonight he wanted her feet.

- Sit down. — he said, and she sat.

The bathroom was already steaming. He had drawn the bath himself, a deep basin of hot water with oils swirling on the surface, and he carried her to it like she weighed nothing. His hands were everywhere on her, possessive and sure, and then they were on her ankles, lifting them, and she gasped because nobody had ever touched her feet like they were something precious.

- Give me your feet. — he ordered.

She did. He lowered them into the water slowly, inch by inch, and the heat climbed her skin. Iris whimpered at the feeling, soft and needy, and Roman held her calves firm so she could not pull away. He knelt. Roman, her husband, the man who owned every inch of her, knelt on the tile floor in front of her feet like a servant, and she knew it was not service. It was control. Every touch was his choice. Her feet were his to do with as he pleased.

He poured warm water over her arches with a cupped hand and she felt herself melting. He worked a washcloth between each of her toes, slow and deliberate, cleaning every millimeter. His thumb pressed into the ball of her foot and she moaned, loud, startled at the sound.

- Feel good? — he asked.

- Yes. God, yes. — she breathed.

- Then be quiet and take it. — he said, and his eyes were dark and hungry. — This is my reward to you. I decide how long it lasts. I decide how far it goes.

He lathered soap between his palms and started the massage. His thumbs drove into her arches in slow, grinding circles, and Iris's head fell back against the edge of the tub. She was already wet between her legs and he had barely touched her. That was what he did to her. He had not even looked at her pussy yet and she was dripping for him.

- Your feet are so small, — he murmured, wrapping one hand around her ankle, his thumb stroking the delicate bones. — I could snap you in half if I wanted.

- Please don't. — she whispered, smiling.

- I won't. — he said, and his voice dropped lower. — I need these. These are going to be in my mouth all night.

He lifted her right foot out of the water, dripping, and wrapped it in a towel. He dried it with the same thorough, possessive care, between every toe, along the sole, and then he looked up at her with a slow grin that made her stomach flip.

- Now the good part. — he said.

He kissed her ankle. Just once, soft. Then he opened his mouth and took her big toe between his lips, and Iris cried out. His tongue wrapped around the toe, hot and slick, sucking gently, ...