by Lila Dubois
“Lovely. I always found that fairy tale disturbing enough by itself.”
“We should—”
Sasha bit back the words. She’d been about to say that they should watch it.
Emory cut off a piece of asparagus and held it to her lips. “Should what?”
Sasha ate the vegetable and looked at her half-drunk dinner. “I’ll loan you my screener copy, if you’d like.”
“No, thank you. If I were, uh, going to watch it, I’d watch it, uh,” Emory stumbled over his words and his fork clattered as he dropped it, picked it up again, “with you.”
Sasha blinked. He sounded so cute and insecure, as if he were a little boy asking out a girl for the first time, rather than a grown man who knew exactly what he was doing. Her heart fluttered.
“Okay,” she said slowly, “it’s a date.”
Their gazes met, held.
As if responding to some unspoken cue, they both pushed back their chairs. Emory yanked her out of her seat onto his lap. Sasha slid her knees on either side of his hips and clenched handfuls of his hair.
“I want you,” he said, voice deep and rough. His hand cupped her breast, kneading it roughly through the fabric.
“Oh thank god, I thought you didn’t.”
“I can’t stop thinking about you, the things I’ll do to you.”
“Yes, oh yes, please.”
“Good, then for the rest of the night you’re mine.”
Only for the rest of the night?
At this point Sasha would take what she could get. “Yes, yes,” she agreed, then said, “I thought you didn’t want me.”
“Didn’t want you? There isn’t a man on the planet who doesn’t want you.”
“You hid it well. You wanted me to fuck one of your friends.”
“You’re such a contradiction.” He shook his head. “You’re like a princess who has no idea how beautiful she is, or how close she comes to being kidnapped because men can’t help but want her.”
“Is that how you see me, a princess?”
“Didn’t I tell you how beautiful you are? How wonderful?” He kissed his way up her neck then captured her lips in a long, deep kiss.
She was panting when she pulled back. “Lots of people tell me that. It doesn’t mean anything.”
“When I say it, I mean it. I can’t believe you thought I didn’t want you.”
“A girl needs to hear these things.”
“How about I show you?”
“I like that even better than telling.”
“Get rid of your entourage. I want you all to myself.”
“Give me five minutes.” Reluctantly she pulled away from him. He lightly smacked her ass as she climbed off his lap.
“Make it ten and then meet me in the room.”
“The one we used last time?”
“Yes, Princess.”
Arousal flooded Sasha. She’d hoped for a good fuck, hadn’t dared to hope for more, and now it seemed she wouldn’t just get a quick lay, but a full session with her Master.
“Go.”
She went.
Chapter Six
It was closer to twenty minutes later when she approached the door to the guest bedroom. Jayne had needed to go over tomorrow’s schedule with her, Sean had needed her answer about appearing at a charity benefit, and the studio had sent over a list of possible costars for the movie and needed her to confirm that she’d received it.
Everything else could wait until morning. The main house was theirs for the night.
After all that, she’d taken ten minutes to run to her room and change from her casual “cool” outfit to a long sheath dress. He’d called her his princess, and she’d wanted to feel like one, look like one, when she went to him. The pale-blue dress made her skin glow. Strapless and fitted to the thigh, it flared a little around her feet. She’d taken her hair down and smoothed it so it fell in glossy waves around her shoulders.
She knocked once on the door. When there was no reply, she knocked again. Still nothing. Puzzled, Sasha eased the door open.
The room was pitch black inside.
“Emory?”
She’d taken a half step into the room when hands grabbed her, pulling her into the dark. The door slammed and Sasha found herself trapped against a hard body. Though she knew it was Emory, her instincts took over. Grabbing the arm across her chest, she braced her feet and flipped him over her shoulder.
Emory hit the ground with a weighty thud.
“Emory! Oh no, I’m so sorry!” Dropping to her knees, she touched him, running her hands along him. “Let me turn on the light and I’ll—”
He rolled over on top of her. Though she knew how to throw him off from this position too, she restrained herself. He was panting heavily in her ear. She bit her lip, holding back the giggle that wanted to come up.
“I will,” he groaned, “never do that again.”
“I’m sorry. You startled me.”
He panted for a moment before saying, “The first day you came to my office, when I touched you, I was worried you’d kick my ass.”
“Ah, well, my body is a deadly weapon,” she said, quoting the tagline from one of her movies.
“Yes, it is. But now it’s mine. You’re mine.”
Emory knelt on either side of her thighs. Her eyes had adjusted to the dark and she could just make him out. He was shirtless, his hair mussed. He looked dangerous and wild, not at all the controlled lawyer she was used to.
“Yours?”
“Oh yes, Princess.” He traced his fingers down the center of her body, then cupped her sex through her dress. “I’ve kidnapped you, and now you’re mine. I’ll do what I want to you, and no one can stop me.”
Sasha shivered. Oh yes, she wanted to be his, wanted him to do whatever he wanted to her.
Taking a breath, she gave in to her submissive, dropping all her barriers. His hand on her sex was kneading her, just enough pressure to make her crave a heavier touch. She could easily imagine Emory as a too-sexy villain, kidnapping the princess and using her for his pleasure.
“Please don’t hurt me,” she said, playing along, “you can have whatever you want if you let me go.”
“And what if what I want is you?”
She wanted to play more, to protest while he told her she was helpless, made her feel the helplessness she so craved, but her need for him was too great. She moaned and lifted her hips, pressing her sex against his hand.
Emory swung off her and pulled her roughly to her feet. Lifting her over his shoulder, he carried her to the bed and threw her down.
“Stay there or you’ll regret it.”
Sasha debated disobeying just so she could earn the punishment, but she wanted him too much, was slipping too quickly into deep into sub-space to so willfully defy him.
Emory moved around the room, lighting candles. It looked as if he’d gathered candles from all the rooms on this floor. Soon gold light filled the space, making his bare chest and muscled arms gleam. When he was done, he stood at the foot of the bed, staring down at her.
“You’re more beautiful that I could have imagined,” he said.
“What will you do with me?”
“Whatever I want. Stand.”
Sasha rolled off the bed and stood, hands at her sides, head bowed. Emory came to her, his bare feet silent on the carpet.
He cupped her chin, tilting her face up. He examined her, feature by feature as his free hand undid the zipper at the back of her dress.
The dress dropped to her feet. She wore nothing under it.
“I think my princess knew I was coming.”
“I didn’t know, I hoped.”
He grinned, teeth flashing. “That’s something you may come to regret.”
Emory drew her to the large armoire against one wall. It was a heavy piece, and she had a vague idea that it housed a TV and other guest essentials. Dangling from the top were two short lengths of chain, a cuff at the end of each.
She resi
sted him, digging in her feet and pulling against his hold just so she could feel his strength. He would not be denied. He slapped her ass and forced her into place, with her back against the smooth wood panels. One at a time he lifted her hands and wrapped the elaborate leather cuffs around her wrists. Sasha tugged, assuming the chain would fall away, but it held firm. She looked questioningly at Emory, wondering how he’d secured the chain, but he only grinned.
“You’ll not get away from me, Princess.”
Maybe I don’t want to get away.
He left her there, bound and exposed, as he went to his trunk, which had made a reappearance. When he returned, she looked to see what he was bringing to torment her with, but there was nothing in his hand.
“Now, Princess, I think I’ll have a taste of you.”
He kissed her deeply, his tongue dancing with hers while his hands pinched and tugged her nipples. He kissed his way down her neck, nipping lightly before taking a nipple in his mouth. The sweet pleasure of his tongue contrasted with the equally sweet pain of his teeth as he licked and bit her nipple.
His tongue traced a path down her belly to her aching core. He opened her legs, exposing her sex. The first touch of his lips was like heaven, and when his tongue touched her clit, she thought she’d come apart, the pleasure was so great. It was as if she’d been waiting all her life for this man, this touch.
His thumbs parted her lips, and his tongue went to work, lapping her clit, occasionally going lower to touch the entrance to her body. Soon she was moaning his name, begging him to stop, not to stop, to go slower, go faster.
The orgasm rolled over her in a sudden, powerful wave. All her muscles tensed as pleasure rippled out of her core. He slid two fingers deep inside her and pressed his tongue flat against her clit. His fingers pumped into her, extending her orgasm until she felt that she would drown in pleasure.
When he’d wrung every cry of pleasure he could from her, he stood and kissed her. She tasted herself on his tongue, tasted his own need in the fierce way his mouth possessed hers. She felt him shift, felt his hand on her lower belly.
Her skin vibrated and she jerked in surprise.
He broke the kiss and raised his hand to show her a small, flat vibrator no larger than a tube of lipstick fitted over his index finger. The quiet hum of the vibrator was drowned out by her gasp as he touched each nipple in turn, her lower lip, the side of her breasts, then lower.
He rubbed the outer lips of her sex, sending tingles of pleasure through her.
“I can’t,” she whispered, “I can’t come again.”
“You can. You will.”
He pressed the vibrator to her clit. Lightning-bright shards of pleasure shot through her—down to her toes and up to her fingers. She gasped and turned her hips away. But he would not be denied. Emory grabbed her left leg and jerked it up, forcing it around his waist. Now she was open and exposed, there was nothing she could do to protect herself as he pressed the vibrator to her clit.
She thrashed as pleasure so acute it was pain thrummed through her. A second blistering orgasm stole over her quickly. It was hot and quick as a solar flare. He gave her a moment’s reprieve as he rubbed the inner lips of her pussy with the vibe before returning it to her clit.
Sasha screamed, her hands curling into fists as she thrashed against him. The room was filled with the clatter of chain, the thump, thump, thump of her body banging against the armoire and her screams of pleasure.
She came again, teeth clenching so hard her jaw muscles started to ache.
When he released her sex from the sweet torment, she was ready to use her safe word, something she’d never done before. Her clit felt swollen and raw, her body limp and satiated.
“Beautiful,” he whispered.
She was about to tell him that she couldn’t do it anymore when he released her. Sasha dropped, boneless, into his arms. He carried her to the bed and held her spooned against his chest while her heartbeat slowed.
“Emory, that was amazing,” she whispered when she’d gotten her breath back.
“Oh, I’m not done with you yet, Princess.” His hand roved down her belly toward her sex and she desperately clenched her knees together. He forced his fingers between her thighs and cupped her sex, which throbbed at his touch.
“I’m not done with you, but now it’s time you pleasured me.”
He slid off the bed and Sasha turned to watch him shuck his pants and boxers. His cock was thick and hard, standing up against his belly. He joined her on the bed, lying on his back. His hand tangled in her hair and he guided her mouth to his cock. Bracing her hands on the bed on either side of his hips, she licked the tip, circling it with her tongue a few times before taking him fully into her mouth. He positioned her legs on either side of his chest, her ass and pussy at his face. He wasted no time in running his fingers around her pussy lips, up to her anus, then back to her pussy.
She bobbed her head on his thick cock, feeling it fill her mouth, loving the small moans he made as she pleasured him. She closed her eyes, reveling in the feeling of serving her Dom in this way, of knowing she could pleasure him as much as he’d pleasured her.
“Enough,” he growled, rolling her off onto her side. “You tempt me, Princess. You tempt me to do things, to want things I’ve never had before.”
He went to the box, and when he returned his hand was full of shinning metal. He blew out one of the candles on the bedside table as he rejoined her. He dropped what he held onto her belly and she shivered from its cold touch.
“Roll on your side and put your arms behind you.”
Willingly, Sasha positioned herself on her side with her arms behind her. He cuffed her with simple metal cuffs, then rolled her onto her back. He gave her a minute to position herself so her hands and the cuffs at the small of her back weren’t uncomfortable. The only way to do it was to arch her back, which lifted her breasts closer to him.
Next were her nipples. He placed a diabolical clover clamp on each, which tightened when the chain connecting them was pulled.
“Open your mouth.” He placed the short chain that connected the clamps between her teeth. As long as she kept her chin toward her chest there was no tension and the clamps wouldn’t tighten.
“What’s your safe word?”
“Red,” she mumbled around the chain.
“Spit out the chain and say it again.”
“Red.”
“Good.” He put the chain back in her mouth. “You’re to use your safe word if you need.”
He picked up the now-flameless candle from the bedside table. Sasha breathed deep as she saw it, her eyes darting between his stern face and the candle. His fingers brushed her belly, between her breasts and her hips.
He dipped two fingers into the pool of wax, then brushed them across her skin. The wax had hardened almost instantly on his fingers, and they were smooth and warm against her.
Holding the candle over her belly, he tipped it, spilling a small stream of wax onto her skin. It was hot but did not burn. She gasped as the liquid heat solidified on contact with her skin.
When the next drops of hot wax hit her skin she tipped her head back, forgetting about the chain. The clamps on her nipples tightened, adding sweet pain to the sensation of the wax.
He dotted her belly with drops of wax, even landing a few on the sensitive undersides of her breasts, which caused her to thrash her head, closing the clamps ever more tightly on her nipples.
“The last drops,” he told her as he spread her thighs.
She hissed out a breath. She wasn’t sure she could take having the hot wax dripped onto her pussy, and yet she wanted him to do it. She wanted him to hurt her, pleasure her, torment and cherish her.
The last drops landed on her inner thighs. She shuddered in both relief and disappointment. That disappointment was soon replaced by fierce pleasure when he slid between her legs, his cock finding the wet, warm entrance to her body. He positioned his cock and then took the chain from her mouth,
placing it in his own. Sasha wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms still trapped under her.
Emory thrust in with one deep, powerful thrust. Her nipples stretched as the clamps pulled, and together the feeling of him deep inside her combined with pleasure-pain in her nipples sent her into her fourth orgasm.
She screamed, tightening her legs around his hips until he could not move. He reached back and jerked her legs away, freeing himself to thrust. With a jerk of his head, he pulled the clamps off her nipples. Sasha hissed, her heels sliding against the duvet. The pleasure was hard and sharp, deep in her belly.
She felt her body clenching greedily at his cock as she came, felt each thrust as if it were the first, and the sweet fullness was something she couldn’t describe.
Emory came, growling his pleasure. He collapsed on her for only a moment before rolling to his back and bringing her with him so their body weight wasn’t on her hands. Satiated, Sasha tucked her head into the hollow between his neck and chin and closed her eyes.
* * * * *
“Oh shit.”
Sasha vaguely heard Jayne’s voice and blinked. She must have overslept if Jayne was waking her up. She rubbed her cheek against her pillow.
That was odd, her pillow felt like…
Oh shit.
Sasha raised her head off Emory’s chest. Her assistant stood wide-eyed in the doorway of the guest room.
“Sasha, it’s nine.”
Sasha rubbed her eyes and the cuffs that still dangled from one wrist hit her chin. “What do you mean it’s nine…oh my god!” Sasha bolted upright. “Are they here?”
Emory’s eyes popped open. “Sasha, Princess, what… Oh. Hello, uh, Jayne.”
“Yes, they just pulled up.” Jayne had three cellphones and her tablet computer cradled in her hands. “I thought maybe you’d gone for a run, and then I saw his car was still here, and I checked the guest room down the hall and didn’t see him, and I didn’t think to check this room.”
“Right, right, I’m coming.” Sasha jumped naked out of bed, trying to reorient herself to the fact that it was morning and the fight coordinator and stunt coordinator were already here and waiting for her. She was going to be late. She was never late.
