by Brynn Paulin
He brushed at the surface of the bench though it was dust-free since he’d known she’d be in here today. He hadn’t used his playroom since before they’d gotten together. He’d been bored for months before he met her.
“I won’t have a real chance,” he continued, “until you’ve experienced the real me.”
“Dick…” she protested.
“Are you seeing someone?” He had to ask. She was a vibrant woman. It wouldn’t surprise him to find she had a man in her life; it would kill him. But it was one of the only things that would deter him—that and her flat-out “no”. He would never force a woman.
What a heartsick sap he was, wanting Jane and no one else. The guys at The Dungeon would laugh their asses off at him. Well, not all of them. His friends, Rob and Zach Colvin, one of whom owned the club, would completely understand his need for one woman. They’d found their happily ever afters.
“No, I’m not,” Jane replied slowly. “I’ve been busy.”
He nodded. “This isn’t new equipment,” he said, rather than pursue his line of questioning. He knew what he needed to know. “It’s clean and sanitized, but I can’t exactly buy new pieces of BDSM furniture between subs.” He shrugged. “It’s expensive stuff. I may be a doctor, but I’m not independently wealthy.”
“I’d imagine it is,” she murmured. “Assuming I believe you—and I’m not going that far yet—when did you last use it?”
“A year ago…give or take.”
“That long?”
“I think it’s been retired long enough.” He was having a hard time controlling his body and remaining nonchalant about this. More than anything, he’d like to have her naked beneath him, her soft body pliant and open to him. He wanted to play with her, tie her up and draw out her pleasure, but first, he suspected it would be a fast, hard session of claiming. He’d wanted to fuck her since five seconds after he’d met her. He’d waited too long.
And Jane was definitely aroused. He’d been trained to read his sub, to know her body language and gauge her excitement, willingness or fear. He could see her needy state in her accelerated breathing, the flush in her cheeks, the dilation of her eyes as she blinked at him. She bit her lip and glanced at the bench beside them, swallowed then looked away. Her eyes widened, and she sucked in a gasp when she discovered the cuffs hanging from the ceiling.
“I think I should go downstairs and start on those pictures. I can’t include this…room…in the listing…” As if coming from a trance, she swung back to him. “But you’re not actually selling. This was just a setup.”
He tilted his head and unapologetically lifted an eyebrow. Her fingers curled, and he suspected she wanted to punch him.
“I should go then.”
Shaking his head, he advanced, stopping only inches from her. He took the camera from her limp fingers and set it on the bench. “Jane?”
“Yes,” she replied automatically. He saw the chagrin in her eyes as she breathed the word.
“Unless you say no, I plan to fuck you until the sun rises tomorrow then take a break and start again. I’m going to show you what I withheld. Yes or no?” he prodded when her lips moved without a sound.
“Dick…”
“One of those words. Open the door and discover what you’ve really been wanting, what I was too blind to see until it was too late. Yes or no. Yes or no, Jane?”
Her gaze skittered, and he knew, despite her outward bravado, she was scared to make the leap, even if she wanted it.
He framed her face, holding her gaze on him. His stare pierced hers. “Just you and me. Yes or no. We’ll go from there.”
Still holding her, he didn’t wait for a response. He leaned forward and captured her mouth.
At the touch of his lips, something broke inside Jane. Something that had been seeping out since he’d answered the door. It exploded through her now. As his mouth pushed hers open and his tongue slid inside, heat flooded through her. Her heart pounded, and her breasts seemed to swell. She wanted to pull away the garment and feel him against her taut nipples. Her bra seemed too small as she tried to breathe and push away her arousal. The awareness wouldn’t back down. A shocking shakiness cut through her, and she would have fallen if Dick hadn’t captured her arms.
He steered her to the bench and sat her on the edge. Crouching before her, he rubbed his hands up and down her arms. She panted as her vision dimmed. It was so hot in here. Why didn’t he have the air going?
“Jane! Breathe with me,” Dick commanded. “Listen to me, and try to match what I do.”
Desperately, she nodded and tried to catch up with him at the tail of his inhalation. Together, they took a few more breaths until she felt a fuzzy calm encompassing her.
“Better?” he asked.
Damn, he was good at this. She nodded, unable to look from his eyes.
“Yes or no?” he prodded. “Out loud.”
She bit her lip and shot a look around the room. Sure, the idea of sex with him hadn’t excited her before because he’d been so…so…vanilla. But how could he know this was what she’d had secret fantasies about? They scared her. This scared her. What if she started down a path that led to destruction? What if they started something and he took away her freedom to turn back and run? What if he plunged her into a world of sexual slavery where she forgot who she was? She’d read the Story of O. While it had titillated, it had also horrified her. She couldn’t go down that path. But…
What if she discovered dark, horrifying needs inside herself?
The hard spark in Dick’s eyes told her this was no game. How had she missed this in him? Would he hurt her? She didn’t worry about physical pain. She knew that could be part of the lifestyle. But emotionally. She’d been through so much as a poor, chunky kid. Humiliation wasn’t part of what she desired.
His intense blue gaze probed her as if searching out the answer. “Jane…trust me. You know me.”
She shook her head. As much as she wanted to look pointedly at the equipment around them, his stare held her captive. Every fiber of her being reached toward him, as if he were a magnet drawing the ions in her body and bending them to his will.
“Obviously, I don’t,” she managed to whisper.
His hand slid behind her head and drew her forward. Gently, he brushed his lips over hers, blowing away her preconceived notions of how a Dom behaved and reminding her of what it had been like to kiss Dick. That had been nice. Comfortable. He’d always made her feel like something precious to him.
What was wrong with her that she needed fire and spice and…being tied up and spanked?
As if sensing her thoughts, his fingers tightened almost painfully in her hair and his lips forced hers open. He rose and leaned over her, pressing her back into the upper portion of the spanking bench. He wedged a knee between hers. Her straight skirt snaked up her thighs as she parted to let him in.
A heavy warmth flooded her pussy. She needed him to fuck her. To finally fuck her and fill the emptiness that wept for him.
Instead, he straightened and a strangled moan of protest rumbled in her throat. Grasping her hand, he pulled her to her feet. Without waiting for her permission, he shoved her blazer down her arms. His gaze caught hers, challenging her to protest as he lifted his hands to the top buttons of her blouse. Choosing to go with this, she tilted her head slightly forward and fixed her eyes on the middle of his chest. Her hands stayed at her sides as she complacently allowed him to strip her. He could do whatever he wanted.
“Very good,” he murmured, sending a ripple of pleasure through her. Who would have thought this was what she’d wanted? Yes, she’d known she wanted things rougher and more passionate, she’d thought about being tied up and even flogged, but she’d never actually thought she’d like submission so much. Feeling his command shook her. She knew she was trembling as she tried to remain still before him and let him lead her.
She sucked in a shocked breath as she realized that she’d made the decision to sleep with him with bar
ely a thought. Generally, she considered things to death. Not so now. But shouldn’t she be mulling over this situation?
“Stop thinking,” he ordered. “Just feel.”
His hand swatted down on her ass, pulling her outside of her head and into the sensations. Immediately, he finished unbuttoning her shirt and sent it the way of her blazer. A quick, silent laugh followed as he regarded her camisole.
“So many clothes,” he said. “I’d complain, but the closer I get to your skin, the more feminine the pieces get.” He grasped the bottom of the garment and pulled it free of her waistband. “I like peeling away your layers.”
She supposed he was talking about more than clothing. She wasn’t sure she wanted him to get to what lay inside her. The years had helped her hide the scars that blackened her soul. People almost believed she was normal now. Anyone who hadn’t known her then did think she was Plain Jane All-American girl.
No one knew about the chubby tormented girl who’d turned anorexic. They didn’t know about the teen who’d once loathed herself so much that she’d done everything possible to make herself invisible. Even from her parents—especially from them. And boys…she’d been so afraid, even when she’d been dangerously thin, that they’d make fun of her.
She’d been so horrified that day at Starbucks when she’d sputtered in front of Dick and given him the opening to laugh at her. But he’d been nice.
And what was wrong with her? Nice hadn’t been enough. She’d wanted more. She’d wanted his command, but she hadn’t known it then.
Her silky camisole ripped as he rent it apart then tossed aside. Sweet Jesus! Goose bumps skated across her body. This was good. So good. He settled his hands on her bared midriff, unapologetic at ripping her clothes. And she didn’t care.
Could he feel the shaking inside her or the way her belly contracted with the surges of need running through her? Did he detect the blood rushing beneath her skin to swell her pussy for his invasion?
“Are you wet?” he asked.
Heat flooded through her body. Wet was a bit of an understatement.
His fingertips arrowed toward her pussy. “When I touch you, will my fingers slide over you? Will your cream coat me?”
She moaned, his words sending even more arousal through her. She imagined his cock pushing into her passage and forcing apart the tight walls.
“Answer me,” he growled.
Another burst of cream seeped from her. “Yes,” she answered, knowing her panties would be sodden with it.
“For me?” he asked.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Hmm…”
Her brow furrowed as he stepped back.
“But I don’t excite you,” he said, his voice low and menacing.
Shit.
He reached out and drew a fingertip along her sternum then down her torso to her navel. A trail of fire seemed to follow his touch as an aroused shiver shook her.
“Or…” he offered. “Maybe, you were mistaken.”
She fought to rein in her breathing as it erupted from her in harsh puffs. Mistaken? An understatement. She’d been very, very wrong.
“I-I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t know.”
His finger trailed up to the front closure on her bra. “Yes or no? Last chance. And be warned that you’re in for a punishment for making me ask so many times.”
Hadn’t she answered that? No, she hadn’t. Her tongue shot across her bottom lip. “Punishment?”
Damn…why did the idea of that make her all warm and shivery inside? He frowned and she knew she’d said the wrong thing.
She shook her head quickly. “I’m sorry,” she burst out. “Yes. I meant to say yes.”
He didn’t reply. His jaw was set as he gave a slight nod. His thumb flicked open the front closure of her bra. The garment gaped, and her breasts tumbled free. She suppressed a moan as her taut nipples rasped against lace.
Dick tapped the bottom of her chin.
“No,” he snapped. “Don’t do that. I want to hear every sound. You’re not to hide your reactions from me. They belong to me. They’re mine. You’ll give them to me—all of them.”
She swallowed and nodded, shocked by her deep arousal. Everything he said just made it worse. She was ready to beg him to have her go to her knees. She wanted to be there, submitting to him, sucking his cock—
Dear heaven! What was coming over her? This wasn’t her.
Yes, it is. How often do you fantasize about this? How often do you imagine rough words when you touch yourself? Every time.
“The proper response is ‘Yes, Sir’,” he instructed. “When we’re in a scene that is how you’ll address me.”
Sir? A knot formed in her throat. “Yes…S-sir,” she managed, though barely. Her words were so soft, she barely heard them.
He slid her bra straps down her arms and let the garment drop to the ground. “It gets easier the more you say it,” he told her. “I expect you to say it. Eventually, you might even call me Master. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, then immediately bit the corner of her mouth. Saying that out loud felt so dumb even with the intensity sparking around them. She just hoped as she grew more comfortable it would flow more easily from her.
Geez! What was she thinking? She couldn’t think beyond one night.
“Addressing me that way affirms my command and reminds you of your submission.”
She didn’t need to be reminded!
He cupped her breasts, his callused thumbs sliding over the tips. Her head tilted back as she let her pleasure-filled sigh escape. It was a good thing she only had one appointment tomorrow in the late afternoon, because she was thinking she’d let him make good on his promise to fuck her until morning. Sunrise to the tune of an orgasm sounded like a really good idea—
She gasped suddenly as a shock of pain shot through her from Dick’s hard pinch on her nipples. Breathing heavily, she fought to stay still as he held tight and twisted. Even through the pain, her cunt squeezed and her body reacted to his domination.
Good…it was so good…
When he abruptly let go, her breasts tingled with the blood flowing back to the peaks. She wanted him to do it again and again until he pushed her over the edge of reason. Right now, she knew he could.
“Stay right where you are,” he ordered as she started to slide her hands to her throbbing breasts. “Put your hands at the small of your back and your feet shoulder’s width apart. That is the stance you will take when you present yourself to me.”
She swallowed and nodded as he turned to walk away. After one step, he looked back at her. “Excuse me. Did you say something?”
Jane shook her head. She shuffled her feet apart and put her hands where he’d instructed, this “scene” as he’d called it becoming more real by the moment.
“Really?” he asked. “Because I was sure you were supposed to say something.”
She closed her eyes. Crap. How would she ever remember to do the right thing? This was so foreign to her. “Yes, Sir,” she said quietly. “I’m sorry.”
“Better.” He continued to a tall apothecary chest against the wall. From the corner of her eye, she saw him open one of the forty or so drawers. When he pulled out something and pivoted back to her, she redirected her gaze to the floor.
“You have beautiful breasts, Jane. Round and firm. Your nipples pull so nicely tight.”
A blush crept up her face, and she wondered if she was supposed to say thank you. No one had ever complimented her breasts and she’d sometimes wondered if they weren’t pleasing to a man.
“I have something to make them even tighter,” he said. “So tell me, sweetness. Have you ever tried nipple clamps?”
She shook her head. “But I want to try.”
Her breasts practically throbbed for need of them on her.
“It’s a small word, Jane. One syllable.”
Damn it. “Sir,” she added. A little too little, a little too late. She shook her head agai
n, this time disgusted with herself. “I’m not cut out for this.”
“I think you are. Absolutely made for it.” He circled her, and though she had misgivings, she stayed still and let her chin drop toward her chest. She shivered as his finger trailed along her shoulder blades. The callused tips pulled over her thin biceps then around to the upper slope of her breast. “Your knees are weak right now, aren’t they? You’re fighting to stay upright because everything in you wants to drop to the floor in submission. You’re aching to feel more. To have the clamps, to perhaps feel my hand spanking you or my flogger splaying across your virgin skin or my paddle reddening your ass and thighs.”
She whimpered behind her compressed lips as he spoke the truth of what roiled inside her. Every second she stood here, she lost more and more of her grasp on anything but his touch, his voice and what he might do to her. It was a struggle to remember exactly why she was here. He dominated her entire focus.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said. He stopped behind her once more. Suddenly, his hands gripped her hips and he yanked her tight to the front of his body. His erect cock pressed into her back.
She wanted that thick flesh inside her. She wanted him to bend her over one of the benches and pound into her. What would it take?
“Have you fantasized about trying these things?” he demanded.
“Y-yes,” she replied.
Dick sighed, his breath stirring the tendrils of hair near her ear, and she knew she’d forgotten again. Stepping back, he reached for her skirt closure and unfastened the button. Prickles shot over her skin as the zipper lowered. The fabric skimmed over her bare legs to puddle around her high-heeled pumps and leave her bare save for the lacy white panties that matched her camisole. She knew she looked good in the sexy yet modest lingerie. He seemed to think so too as he stepped away.
Slowly, he circled her until he stood in front of her. Without a word, he grasped one of her nipples. A moment later, it was captured inside a clamp. She gasped at the fire that blasted through her, the sharp pain both unbearable and sensual. Before she could react, he fastened a clamp on the other tip and left her panting. This was what they meant by sweet agony. Pain but bliss. Her body stunned her with its reaction to the rapidly changing ache. The sensation seemed to dull and morph, pleasure taking its place as the seconds passed.
