This time she brought her lips to his. She drew back after only a moment and looked into his eyes. “Yes.” Her smile grew and she kissed him again.
Finally it was him that pulled away. “Thank you.”
“Will you take me in to meet your wife? I need to speak with her alone.”
“She would like that.”
Trisha sat next to the bed and heard the door shut softly behind Kyle and Carol. She took Amanda’s hand and felt stupid for expecting it to be cold. It was warm. There was still life in the small hand.
“I will take care of him for you Amanda. I will love him and help soothe the pain he’s suffered since losing you. I will be his friend but I will be your friend too. My heart is big and I can love you both and accept that he loves both of us.” Tears streamed down Trisha’s face. “You will never be alone and you have two of us now.”
She sat for several more minutes before she went in search of Kyle.
“Is the driver still out front?”
“I wasn’t sure if you would want to stay here in the house.”
Her smile was gentle. “Why wouldn’t I? This is your home and Amanda is a part of our life. I can love you both.”
A single tear rolled down his cheek.
She walked to him and trailed her finger against the wetness before bringing it to her lips.
When his mouth came down on hers it was no longer gentle. It was possessive and passionate. “I need to send Carol back with Amanda and dismiss the driver. Please come with me, I don’t want you out of my site for at least the next fifty years.”
She laughed, “Fifty years sounds good.”
Chapter Sixteen
The club was crowded. Her back was against the St. Andrews Cross where she was restrained spread-eagle. The clamps he used were tight and the pinch wasn’t going away. His grin was merciless. He used his tongue but knew it wouldn’t relieve the pain. Each nipple received his attention until he finally grasped her hair and positioned her mouth for his taking.
One hand traveled down and stopped at her moist center. He pulled away slightly so he could look in her eyes. “I have a special toy for you tonight.”
Her breath was coming in short gasps because he never stopped playing with her clit, running his fingers around and over the super sensitive flesh.
“Don’t you want to know what it is?”
“Ahhh, I just want you to fuck me Sir. Fuck me hard.”
He laughed and she knew it wouldn’t be that easy. She was purposely late joining him at the club so he would punish her. She knew it and he knew it but she would make sure the punishment affected him as well as her.
“Fuck me hard Kyle.”
He walked away and then returned with a red butt plug covered in lube. It was larger than what he normally used and his evil grin told her he knew it would make her nervous.
“After tonight it will be my cock buried deep in your ass. But I thought you needed a bit more stretching my naughty sub.”
His slippery fingers found her flowered pucker, and gently massaged and then pushed passed the muscle. He used them to stretch and apply outward pressure.
“That’s two of my fingers and you’re doing so well.”
“I won’t scream.” She was panting harder.
“Oh, you’ll scream but not until I want to hear it.”
Her jaw clenched and her teeth ground together. She could play his game.
His fingers slipped out and the plug pushed in.
It hurt, “Ahhre, no Kyle.”
“Oh my sweet sub, how soon you’ve forgotten you manners.” He applied more pressure. “Bear down and it will help.”
Though she wanted to call him names, she did as her Dom commanded and the plug slid in. He immediately walked away and she wished he would get a part of his body close enough so she could bite it. She heard him washing his hands and the burning in her ass eased slightly though the fullness remained.
“How are you doing Trisha?”
“I’m thinking of ways to make you suffer later tonight Sir.”
“Interesting but I don’t think you’ll be in shape to do anything more than fall asleep from exhaustion.”
He picked up a leather flogger with knots tied at the end. “We haven’t used this one yet. But before I start I forgot one special function of my new toy.” His hand slipped inside his pants pocket and the plug began vibrating.
He lifted the flogger and snapped it across her stomach.
She was biting down hard refusing to make a sound. He went to work and let the strands travel up and then back down her body. It stung but it was also erotic and caused juice to flow down her legs. He stopped and stepped forward bringing his fingers to her clit. He pinched and at the same time turned up the power on the plug.
“Ahhh, god, ahhre.” She finally screamed. The pulse of the vibrator thrummed with the pulse in her pussy. Every nerve ending ignited and flowed steadily to her clit which finally his fingers released, causing even more sensation to explode in her center.
Her breathing eventually slowed and he removed his new toy, the nipple clamps, and then her restraints. He carried her to the couch and sat holding her. His fingers traveled through her hair. “You are entirely too stubborn my dear.”
“You love it.”
“Yes I do.”
The low lights in the club suddenly blinked out, the carrousel stopped, and all sound but the nervous laughter of the patrons ceased. It was only dark for a moment before the backup generator took over and the lights came back on.
Employees walked around and checked on everyone. There was a storm forecasted for their area and apparently it was worse than expected.
Trisha giggled, “We may be stuck here for a while.”
He placed a soft blanket over her. “I can’t think of a better place to be.” He kissed her cheek.
“Are you both alright?” Damian asked a short time later.
“Yes, were fine. I’m assuming the elevators are out until the power is back on?”
“Yes, but I think the club can entertain our guests for a few hours if needed.”
“I’m sure you can.”
“Damian.” It was Raul and he looked slightly ill.
“Yes Raul.”
“Umm, well, umm.”
“What exactly seems to be the problem?” His Dom voice showed his impatience.
“Lydia just asked me to tell you her water broke.”
“Well fuck!”
Trisha couldn’t help herself. “With all the Dom’s in here tonight I’m sure one will know what they’re doing.”
“We’ll fireman carry her down the stairs if we need to. I am not delivering a baby.” Damian’s usual strong voice actually croaked.
“Yes daddy.” Trisha couldn’t help herself.
Both Dom’s looked at her with utter terror.
She stifled her laugh. “We need to check on Trisha and then you big bad men can figure out what needs to be done next.”
She tightened the blanket around her and got to her feet. Damian headed to the stairwell. He had to climb four flights to get to his wife. Hard hands pulled her back and Kyle’s strong arms brought her in close. “I Love you but when my baby arrives we won’t be anywhere near here. I promise.” His kiss was gentle and loving.
“I love you too.”
“I’m scared shitless with this whole baby thing. Don’t leave me.”
“I would never leave my dom.”
Dear Reader,
Thank you for reading the third installment of the Club El Diablo series. This story ends with the birth of Damian and Lydia’s baby. They are the main characters from book I “One Dom at a Time.” Their mini-story continues in “Domination in Pink” due out November 2012 and will be available FREE on my blog. It’s a special gift for my readers or you can download it for .99 from All Romance Ebooks, Amazon, B&N and Smashwords. I’ve included a sneak peek below.
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I’ve been married to my teenage heartthrob for many years, and we are at the mercy of our two dogs who demand biscuits and obedience or we are punished.
I love reading erotica and BDSM stories. Safe sex, safe words, and intelligence in choosing your partner (s) are a must. Communication is the key to all good relationships and happy red assed subs don’t hurt either. Well maybe a little.
Be safe, be smart, and be happy.
Sneak Peek (awaiting final edits)
Domination in Pink
Chapter One
Club El Diablo was crowded and one problem after another took him away from his wife. Lydia was expecting their baby soon and he would rather be doing something kinky, watching television, or playing a game of chess than settling disputes over which sub belonged to whom.
When he wasn’t around Lydia had a way of getting into trouble or at least doing things he expressly forbid.
“Forbid,” was considered the “F” word as far as she was concerned. He learned that the hard way and now, with her advanced pregnancy he tried a little harder with gentle persuasion.
It was getting late but he needed to pick up a few things from his office before making his way to the penthouse and the seriously chubby hot body of his wife.
He opened the office door and then stopped dead. How she managed to tie herself up to be displayed for him was almost impossible to figure out but then he realized she would only let one other man touch her and that man was her ex-sub Raul.
“Mommy’s been bad, Master.” Her wicked smile told him how bad she wanted to be.
“Oh, she has, has she?”
With her largely rounded tummy, there was no way she could lean over the desk for a nice spanking but she was tied to his office chair with her legs secured wide apart using a spreader bar. Tape secured her hands to the chair arms and a pink ribbon surrounded her stomach with a large pink bow slightly to the side of her bellybutton.
The bulge of her stomach kept his eyes from her smooth pussy but she would be able to slide forward and give him better access if he commanded. He knew it was smooth because since her fifth month he was the one that shaved it.
Lydia herself was a Domme but after strict negotiation, bets with the odds stacked in his favor, and lust; lots of lust, they reached a compromise. She stood beside him equally as a Domme in the club but he dominated in the bedroom.
It didn’t matter that she loved him and wanted him to Master her in bed; she continued to try and top him every chance she got. It was in her blood and god was she sexy when she did it. She was sexy now; with her chubby cheeks and swollen fingers and ankles. Her additional weight gave him more to nuzzle.
After this child he planned to talk into another baby quickly. She would want to lose her baby weight but he wanted her plush and smushy.
“Is Daddy afraid Mommy will make him cry when he comes?”
Her voice brought him out of his extra-curricular thoughts. “Make me cry huh?” He lifted his eyebrows.
“Your mind was a million miles away while your fat wife is displayed in all her glory. I think I’d like to make you cry.” Her voice was now petulant.
He laughed and walked closer, leaning over the chair, and putting his lips by her ear. “You know the word ‘fat’ gets you punished more.”
“I’ve been very bad Master.”
“Yes you have. You promised me you would rest and not come down to the club.” He licked the side of her neck and let his tongue travel up to her ear. His teeth gently bit her earlobe as he listened to her sigh and he gave a brief chuckle, “You think I’m that easy. I have a hard punishment planned for my naughty little wife.”
He didn’t give her a chance to respond. Turning the chair, he wheeled her to the corner of his office and pushed her as far into the corner as she could fit comfortably.
This was not what she was expecting and her voice held disgruntlement. “What are you doing?”
“Well my disobedient sub, first I’m giving you the rules…you will not speak or I will place a ball gag in your mouth, you will not have an orgasm until I give you permission, and you will scream loudly throughout your punishment.”
“I think Master has lost his fucking marbles.”
He didn’t reply. Her naughty mouth caused him endless trouble and it would be silent for a while. When it was time for her to scream he would take the gag out. She wasn’t making a sound and he knew she realized she was screwed. She hated to be gagged but for some reason she just couldn’t control her lush, delectable, potty mouth and he usually had to control it for her.
He was proud of her though because she knew begging did nothing. He took the gag out of his desk drawer. He had several in their private suite but he kept one handy in the office. It was just for her and no matter how many times she hid them he only bought more.
His hot breath landed on the side of her neck. “If you kiss me first I’ll take the gag out sooner.”
“You’re getting soft Master but put those lips to mine and I’ll fuck your mouth.”
She was in a mood tonight and his cock went rock hard. Spinning the chair around his lips claimed hers and their tongues played and sucked while their teeth nipped at each other. There was no one in the world that could kiss like her.
Finally he pulled away and his hand went to her tummy, rubbing gently. “Is there anything you and Abigail aren’t ready for?”
“Keep her out of this, Mommy needs to come.”
He lifted the small red ball to her mouth and then secured the tie behind her head. “I think you look damn sexy like this; unable to speak, bitch, or tell me what you want.”
Her eyes went from sensual to snappy just like he knew they would.
“You’ve resisted this but it’s been my fantasy for a while. Tonight your punishment will please me greatly. With your mouth controlled I’m going to let you use your fingers. One finger lifted means it’s getting to be too much and two means stop.” His fingers trailed over her delightfully chubby knuckles, and lifted one off the arm rest and then lifted two. “Do you understand?”
Her middle finger came up and he turned away fighting his laughter.
Domination in Pink, coming and coming November 2012
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