by Linzi Basset
Alexa disregarded it. Without any thought of the consequences, she curled her hand around the rising turgid cock that pressed against his leathers. He didn’t move, relishing the heat that flooded his shaft; the rush of lust that overwhelmed his mind.
“No, Master Fox, you didn’t.” Her eyes turned a shade darker, shining like diamond dust as she dragged in a deep breath, leaving him completely intoxicated by her sultry voice floating through his mind with each melodious syllable. “The question is—what are you gonna do about it, Master Fox?”
Shane knew she was taunting him, trying to push him to make good on the veiled promises of the cat and mouse game he’d played with her over the past couple of months. Except … Master Fox had no intention of being hurried or forced to act by an impertinent submissive.
His spirit animal represented the powerful Master to a T. The fox in nature might be seen as cunning, but as a totem, he was an expert in swiftly finding his way around obstacles. He was a quick thinker and adapted instantly to act according to any situation. The one thing most subs at Castle Sin already knew was that Master Fox easily saw through deception and clever manipulation.
Something Lady S should’ve realized by now.
“Hmm … let me see.” He studied her with a stoic expression but inside, he was amused at her blatant effort to force his hand. “I believe the situation leads to a very specific action.” He clamped his hand around the back of her neck, leaving her no option to walk with him as he started toward the exit of the chamber. “We’ll continue this in my private apartment.”
Shane reveled in the nerve inside his Dom’s heart that responded to Alexa’s submissive vibrations reaching out to him. This was what he’d been waiting for. She was ripe for the plucking. Not only in lust but to be subjected to the full force of his Domination.
She might as well realize from the get-go I’m not the kind of Dom to be topped.
The thought amused him, especially in light of the excited glimmer in her eyes. Unfortunately for the sassy Lady S, her expectation of what would happen was about to be doused.
“Sit down,” Shane graveled as they walked into his private apartment on the second floor of Castle Sin.
“But—”
The dark look that he shot her way shut her up. With a mutter, she sat down on the sofa. It was the first time she’d been invited into his personal domain—a fact that thrilled her with glorious expectation. She’d been the PA to Stone, the primary owner of the island as well as Be Secure Enterprises, for years. A sub in Castle Sin even longer, but she’d never had the honor of stepping foot inside any of their private apartments. That she was situated in the one she’d been yearning to be in since the first day she’d met the silver fox, Shane Sinclair, filled her with hope for the future.
He’d been strumming her lust and desire to be dominated by him on a personal level for months, years even. So much so that her mind was filled with visions of him during all hours, night, and day.
Not to mention your pussy throbbing with need to be fucked by him.
“Thoughts like that are going to get you on your knees with your ass stuck in the air to be fucked for hours on end, Lady S. I suggest you curb your lusts.”
“Why? It’s what I want.” Alexa pushed her chin outward, challenging him with a glimmering look.
One eyebrow arched upward, giving him a sinister look. “If not for the fact that you’d suffered trauma at the hands of a Senior Master earlier, I’d be happy to oblige.”
“Be happy and oblige me then, Master Fox. I assure you; I’m not suffering any aftereffects.”
“You misunderstood me, sub. I’m not the one who will be doing the fucking. If I were to give you what you’re after, it’ll be to strap you to a fucking bench on the stage in the dungeon and inviting all the Doms to oblige your desire to be fucked.”
Alexa jumped up and marched closer, stopping toe-to-toe with him.
“You’ve been training younger and less experienced subs for too long. I’m not foolish or gullible—something I would’ve thought you’d come to know about me over the years. Your threat doesn't scare me, nor are you fooling me, Shane Sinclair. I know you want me. The way you teased me is proof of that.” Her eyes sparked fire as she planted her fists on her hips. “I played along with your games because I found it exciting and I wanted to see how far you’d go.” Her toe tapped a melody of confidence on the floor.
The sound of his fingers stroking over the stubble beard covering his square jaw brought a flush of heat to her loins. It was proof of how strung up and needy she was that something as inconsequential as him stroking his jaw made her all horny and wet.
Well, he does look fucking sexy doing it.
Yeah, there’s that.
Even though Alexa’s attraction was more than physical, she couldn’t deny he was a gorgeous male specimen with a touch of Brad Pitt about him—not that he needed the comparison. He was uniquely attractive on his own. His silver hair seemed unruly and neat simultaneously—perfectly enhanced by his naturally tanned skin. His eyes had the same startling clarity as a mountain stream. The lineaments of his face were in perfect proportion to each other. He seemed molded from a different cast as he had an androgynous look uncommon to most people. Lacquered and enameled by the sun, he radiated energy and brio. His cheekbones appeared chiseled into shape by a master craftsman. With eyes as bright and spellbinding as lodestars, they bewitched all those who fell under his steady gaze—especially the subs at Castle Sin.
Alexa suppressed the spark of jealousy at the thought. It wouldn’t do for Shane to know how her emotions became jumbled and twisted every time she watched him scening and fucking one of the Castle subs.
I’ll be damned if I give him more ammunition to turn my loins into a pretzel!
Especially since he was regarding her with a sparkle of mirth. His eyes shone like molten silver orbs inwrought in snow.
As much as he was amused by her, his stony stare hid his true feelings well. Her chest puffed up in irritation. For years she’d attempted to chip away at the armor he’d built around his emotions—to no avail, of course. She was starting to question whether she’d ever be able to penetrate the walls around his heart.
Suck it up, Alexa. You want this man. Giving up isn’t an option.
“Bravo, Lady S.” His gruff voice washed over her as his gaze trailed a blazing voyage up and down her body. “It seems you’ve got me all figured out.”
Alexa bit back the immediate response that sprang to her lips. His demeanor warned her that he was up to something. Her fingers curled into fists. She’d learned never to be complacent with him. He always did the unexpected. The way he regarded her told her she wasn’t going to like what he had in mind for her tonight.
“You’ve dragged this cat and mouse game out long enough. It's time to move to the next level, Master Fox.”
“I might just do that.” His lips quirked. “But for that to happen, I need to be sure you have the strength to handle what I have in mind.”
Her brow furrowed. “You insult me, Master Fox. I am not a whiny submissive and you know that. Like you, I have a taste for the masochistic.”
“Indeed, and yet …” He leaned forward, encroaching on her personal space as he hissed in a dark voice, “are you ready for the dark and beastly sadist in me to be unleashed, Lady S?”
Alexa stared at him wide-eyed, wondering if it was another test or if he was trying to scare her off. He blinked and then she saw it—it was there, bold and on blatant display. The swirl of a demon sadist in his eyes—a warning—and with a start she realized, the reason he hadn’t advanced into something more with her. She knew Shane preferred to scene with masochists but he’d never shown signs of deliberate sadism. Now, she wasn’t so sure what to think.
He cracked a short laugh. “I didn’t think so.” He took her hand. She had no recourse but to follow him down the hallway to his bedroom.
“Don’t you dare decide on my behalf what I’m ready for, Sinclair.
You just managed to surprise me, that’s all.”
“Hmm.”
The hum of his response caused a flutter of need so profound that she stood in awe of it—a desire to be the recipient of that devil scratching at his insides for release. An unexplained need to be the one to unleash the sadist he had been hiding from everyone all these years.
Why does the thought of a sadist Shane Sinclair excite me this much? He’s a devil as he is. I can’t begin to imagine what he’d be like driven by sadistic desires.
Alexa was stumped when the slither of fear that the thought sparked caused an unexpected rush of heat to flush her loins, turning her legs rubbery. She stumbled into him when he halted next to the bed.
“Get naked, sub.”
Whereas Alexa would eagerly have complied had he given the order earlier, now, with the knowledge of a dark and dangerous nature, she found herself hesitating. She had never doubted her desire to become Master Fox’s submissive. He was the only Dom to have awakened her deepest darkest desires since … her mind froze out the name that flashed through her brain. Was she about to make the same mistake she did years ago?
No! Shane is different. Even as a sadist … he would never push me beyond what I can endure. He wouldn’t abuse me. She stared at him. Or would he?
Suddenly, doubts assailed her. She thought she knew the elusively hunky silver fox—had deciphered all his tricks and was ready to jump feet first into the volcanic and lustful explosion that was Master Fox.
Now, knowing he chartered a sadist that had been contained for years, he scared the living daylights out of her.
Then why the hell am I quivering with excitement?
Chapter Two
Shane knew he had yanked the carpet from under Alexa. It was there in the uncertainty that sat shallow in her gaze. The fear she so desperately attempted to hide was evident in the trembling of her lower lip, the way her fingers plucked at the edge of the silver corset, and the uneven puffing breaths that whispered from her mouth.
He had always had a preference for sadomasochism but hadn’t released the full force of his specific desires at Castle Sin. To him, it was important to first find the right female masochist that would complement the dynamic of a relationship between him enjoying inflicting physical or psychological pain and her enjoyment in receiving it. He had made a mistake as a young man in choosing the wrong partner—a choice that had been haunting him for years.
Alexa Silver might not realize the full extent of her masochistic desires, but the sadistic beast inside him did—and had been clawing at his insides to have at her for years. The time had come to tease her out of the chains that held her captive and kept her from giving in to the needs and desires that flashed in her eyes every time she looked at him.
Even if it meant he had to nudge her in the right direction.
“Do I need to repeat myself?”
“I … ehm, no but …” Her gaze slid sideways—a sign of her uncertainty. “If you don’t intend to fuck me, what exactly are we doing here?”
“Exploring.”
Alexa frowned at him. “I need a little more than that.”
“We both know where we’re heading, Alexa. I’ve just shocked you with a revelation you never fully comprehended or expected, so … this is the first step to evaluate if we’re in the same mindset.”
“I’m not scared of sadistic Doms, Shane.”
He smirked. “I’m not your normal sadist, little one.” He tapped his finger against her nose. “You’d do well to remember that.” He scrutinized her expression. “Come morning, you have to make a decision.”
“Meaning?”
“Whether you’re ready for a permanent Dom/sub relationship with me, knowing what you’ll learn through the course of the night.”
It took a second or two for his words to sink it. When it did, her slack jaw and amazed look triggered his mirth.
“Why the surprise, Lady S? Isn’t it exactly what you’re after?”
“You want a permanent relationship with me?”
“I believe that was what I said.”
“Well, slap me silly with a wet fish,” she mumbled.
Alexa had been dreaming about hearing those words from him for years but had come to accept it would never happen. To say she was stumped was putting it mildly.
“I’d rather use my bare hand if it’s all the same to you.”
She shot a razor-sharp look at him. “You can’t blame me for being surprised. You …” she flicked a finger up and down to indicate his body, “the veritable loner, the one Dom of all the Masters at Castle Sin who teases while keeping himself aloof and makes it clear he isn’t interested in any kind of relationship. Short or long term.” She tilted her head. “What changed your mind?”
“You.”
“And how exactly did I manage that? Especially in light of the fact that you blatantly told me years ago to stop wasting my time trying to seduce you.”
“You weren’t ready.”
“I wasn’t ready? No disrespect, Master Fox, but surely I would know whether or not I was ready for a relationship? And believe me, I have known for years.” She snorted with feminine grace. “Let’s be honest. If anyone wasn’t ready, it was you.”
“Also true but I had always known that you are the woman I would end up with.” He traced a finger over the slope of her breasts. He smiled as her breath stammered in her chest. “I had to be sure you felt the same about me. I have no intention of making the same mistake twice.”
Her eyes flickered with curiosity. Shane sighed within. He should’ve known she was too sharp to let the slip slide.
“Not up for discussion,” he rasped, preempting the question he knew was on her lips. He caught her chin between his fingers and tilted her head back to examine the bruises around her throat. “Hmm, only a slight discoloration.” With a gentle touch, he probed her neck. His lips turned into a grim line at her involuntary wince. “I’m taking you to the mainland in the morning to be examined.”
“That won’t be necessary. It’s a little tender, but I’m fine.”
Shane didn’t bother to debate the issue. He pushed her hands away as she attempted to stop him from unsnapping the front fastenings of her corset.
“It seems you require assistance,” he growled.
“Stop that. We’re not done talking.”
“We are,” he graveled as she slapped at his hands. In response, he caught both edges of the corset and ripped it from her body. She stared at the silver garment fluttering to the carpet. “You have two choices, Lady S. Take off the skirt and thong or they’ll suffer the same fate.” He leaned closer. “Or leave … make up your mind but do so now.”
Shane was caught in a weird dichotomy of satisfaction in watching her rip off the garments and wanting her to turn tail and run. It stemmed from an uncertainty that had been hounding him for years—and the reason why he hadn’t pushed Alexa into a relationship earlier.
She was the first woman who managed to tease the beast inside him to explore the pleasures she offered, as much as she had—as yet unbeknownst to her—the ability to soothe it back to rest. All without him even giving in to the sadistic pleasures he desired. If after all the years of gently preparing her to accept that dark part of him failed and she walked away in the morning …
Shane pushed the negative thought to the back of his mind. It wasn’t in his nature to be pessimistic. He wasn’t about to start now—not when he was on the verge of finally making her his.
None of the conflict milling inside his mind showed on his face. He had overheard the subs comparing his unyielding stare to that of a fox on the hunt … cunning and quickly responsive.
“On the bed.”
Alexa responded to the blunt order without hesitation and scooted onto the bed.
“What are you … hey! I thought you said—”
“Your problem is that you think too much, Lady S.” Shane ignored her protests as he quickly cuffed her wrists and ankles to the chains fixed a
t the four corners of the massive four poster bed. His eyes glimmered as they trailed over her naked body spread eagle in front of him. “Until morning, I’ll be the one doing the thinking, is that clear?”
“As crystal,” she said sourly, but there was no mistaking the excitement that sparked in her eyes.
Shane suppressed the evil grin threatening to split his face as he prepared himself for the wrath he had no doubt she’d lambast him with when her expectation of the night ahead was obliterated.
“You are very beautiful, Lady S. Sensual—every curve a seduction to a man’s eyes. Have I ever told you that?”
“No,” she said in a hushed tone.
He brushed the tip of his finger in a tantalizing line from her throat downwards, between her heaving breasts, over her stomach to tease the little nub playing hide and seek between the silky folds of her labia. A small tremor shimmied through Alexa under his touch and the way his eyes blazed over her body in edacious scrutiny. He felt the pleasure of watching her nipples becoming taut under his stare in the throb of his cock. Every inch of her naked body was grafted to his memory; perfect, enticing, and glowing like marble in the dimness of the bedside lamp. Her rising lust was presented in the twitching muscles of her thighs as his gaze seared over her spread open pussy.
“Hmm.” Her throaty moan followed the pleasure that flowed through her as he tweaked her nipples, pulling and rolling them between his fingers.
“I think it’s time I tasted your succulent charms; don’t you think?”
Alexa couldn’t respond, too caught up in the wave of pleasure of being under his seductive spell—a first for her, since he’d only used her for demonstrations to date, never to seduce. She bit her bottom lip as he sucked a nipple into his mouth.
“God, that feels so good, Master Fox,” she whimpered, shivering uncontrollably as he moved to the other nipple while rolling its twin between his fingers. Pulses of pleasure radiated through her, setting her clit to throb insistently.
“It tastes even better, my pet.” His admiration intensified the pleasure that inundated her. “Hmm, I believe I need some toys to keep you entertained,” he said in a guttural voice as he released the nipple with a pop before he disappeared into the closet.
