by Brynn Paulin
She sucked in a harsh breath. Though she didn’t speak, rebellion blazed in her stare. Still holding her so she was forced to watch him, he reached between them to demonstrate his point. He cupped her mound nearly groaning at the drenched inferno that met him. His fingers pressed in, hampered by the thin strip of fabric.
“Do you want me to ease this?”
He felt her jaw tighten and her eyes closed.
“Look at me,” he barked in his most commanding Dom voice.
Her eyes snapped open but she wasn’t cowed enough by his sharp tone to keep from glaring at him.
His fingers stroked her heated flesh. “Do you want me to help this?” he asked. “Answer me.”
“You said you wouldn’t.”
He chuckled, the sound a thin rattle against the dungeon walls. He’d never been so aroused. Neither had he held himself by such a taut, fraying thread. He’d been a Dom for too long to have so little control. In all that time though, he’d always had subs who’d been broken in and well into the scene. Quite frankly, they’d been more into the scene than he was. Some in the D/s community looked down on him for that. His women had never complained.
“There are ways to bring you to release without using my body,” he explained, his mouth a breath from hers. He wouldn’t kiss her. His kiss would betray everything he felt for her.
Her breath fluttered across his lips. “How?”
“Trust me.”
She tried to shake her head but he still held her chin. He knew she wanted to look away. She always looked away to hide what she was thinking.
“I trusted the people upstairs and look where it got me.”
“Right where you need to be. You should be thankful.”
She made a disgusted sound. “Right.”
Jessica stared at the man who looked like the fucking Dread Pirate Roberts from the Princess Bride, only hotter. What was up with the mask and head covering? She should be terrified. Instead, she was pissed. That didn’t stop her from noticing his wide shoulders and slim hips. Nor did she miss the black swirling tattoos over his belly button and around his arm. And oh, sweet heaven, the way his ass and thighs filled out those leather pants… If she weren’t chained up in such an intolerable situation, she might not be able to keep her hands off him, nor would she be able to keep her mouth off the sharp curve that sloped into his pants at either side of his pelvis. Man, I could take a bite out of that.
That aside, she had to admit she was a freaking lunatic. By now, she should be screaming herself hoarse. But no, she was sucked in by his deep commanding voice and those mesmerizing eyes. In the dim light, she couldn’t tell the exact color. They were beautiful nonetheless, especially when he stared at her as if he had complete power over the universe.
Damn it! He and this situation were turning her on. She was a damned freak. Her traitorous body grew hotter with every word he spoke. Her cleft fairly vibrated with need while it flooded, the cream seeping past her thong. It was on her thighs and now filling his hand.
He had to love that.
She squirmed at the thought of pleasing him. Why did she even care if he was happy? She’d practically been kidnapped yet she wanted this man with every fiber of her being… Well, not every fiber. There was a scrap of her that screamed that this was just that horrible, wonderful gel. She didn’t really want him to bend her over that bench over there and fuck her like crazy.
Well, yeah she did. It embarrassed and confused her. This wasn’t just the stuff those goons had put on her. It made her hotter than she’d ever imagined to be chained up like this, helpless, in front of a stranger with his hand on her crotch.
As insane as it was, she wanted more. She wanted him to take what he wanted. It was so crazy. This was so unlike her. She didn’t get it. And she didn’t care. The need inside her grew painful as her muscles bunched and released searching for the cock she so desperately needed. If he lay her on the cement she’d probably spread her legs and beg to be fucked.
She whimpered as he pulled his hand from her. A moment later, she heard several clanks and the chain holding her arms loosened.
“Widen your stance,” he commanded. “When you are with me, your feet will always be at least shoulder-width apart.”
He made this sound like a long term affair. Was this more than the mistake she’d thought the Palace had made? Was she kidnapped? People knew where she’d gone. She’d be all right. Wouldn’t she?
“Move your feet,” he growled when she hesitated. He made her tremble inside with the knowledge of the fine edge of danger that lingered in the air around him. If she didn’t obey him, what would he do?
“Why?”
He glowered at her and she distantly wondered what he looked like behind his mask. His broad chest was impressive and the tattoos made her drool, but she wanted to see his face. She wanted to know if she met this fine specimen outside this dungeon. Would he even notice her?
This had to all be an act. He was saying these things for her pleasure. None of this was for real. He probably got paid for the sex slave fantasy. Did that make him like a prostitute? She’d kill Keera later. Right now she’d might as well go for it.
“My flog is going to love your ass,” he growled.
“You wouldn’t!”
“I will. This is your last chance. Move your feet or I’ll move them for you.”
She moved her feet.
Flog? What the fuck! She’d rarely been spanked as a child, she wasn’t letting someone start spanking her now. A flog is something completely different from that, she thought.
Well, she wasn’t letting this go that far.
Nodding, he went to the wall and pulled down a metal bar, easily a foot and a half wide, with short leather pieces hanging from either end. Her brow furrowed. That was not what she thought it was!
He knelt behind her and shoved it between her ankles, quite quickly confirming her suspicion. There was nothing she could do to stop him from fastening the straps around each ankle. She would have toppled if not for the support of the chain holding her arms.
“I wouldn’t have to do this if you weren’t so rebellious,” he told her.
She moaned, unable to halt the sound. She’d never find relief! At least before she could squeeze her legs together. That had helped. Now she was spread wide open, flooding her cream into her panties.
Her fingers clenched. Why did she have to be so excited? Curiosity and lust had edged aside her healthy dose of fear and panic. This was all her fantasies delivered in one power-punch.
She was freaking crazy.
The demand of her body grew stronger. Tremors spiraled through her, demanding she surrender to him. The mere need turning to pain.
“Please,” she choked.
“Will you let me help relieve this?” he asked.
They were back to that? She thought her consent had been a foregone conclusion when he’d dragged down this bar. Or maybe that had been to help her make up her mind, in the direction he wanted. Whatever.
“Yes. Yes,” she replied, another spasm twisting her.
He smoothed his hands over her abdomen. “Shh. Take deep breaths. I’ll take care of you.”
She doubted it. No one ever took care of her.
His mouth flattened against her navel, tongue flicking in and out. Her keening wail echoed off the stone walls and probably into the hallway. Anyone could hear. She didn’t care. No one save for the dungeon master could help her. She didn’t want anyone else. He promised to ease this pain.
Going to the wall, he pulled out what was arguably the loveliest shaped dildo she’d ever seen. Of course at that moment, any dildo headed for her pussy would look good. He tugged the ties on the side of her panties. The garment fell into his waiting hand and he lifted it to his nose.
“You smell good, Jessica.”
She couldn’t help mirroring his breath as he inhaled again. Dropping the lace beside him, he slipped his arm around her waist. His toy prodded at her slit. It slipped through her ju
ices and easily penetrated her tight sheath. She gasped at the girth of it parting her sensitive tissues. Arching her hips, she tried to take more. He kept pushing, shoving inch by remarkable inch inside her.
“More,” she begged.
He leaned into her, his chest pressed to her hard breasts, his heat seeping into her. His lips brushed her ear.
“I lied,” he whispered. His midnight velvet voice raked down her skin. “This is my body taking you. This dildo was made from a mold of my own cock. Feel me Jessica. Feel me taking your sweet passage. Feel me fucking you.” With that revelation he proceeded to claim her with the replica of himself. “Do you like it?” he asked, though surely her cries told him she did. “Do you like me fucking you?”
“Yes,” she sobbed, mindlessly working against it the best she could in her position. The cock surged deep, fully demanding her response. Tears streamed down her face at the intensity of it, at the wild tremors exploding through her body. She screamed, she knew she did, but it barely registered as her awareness sank inside her, captivated by the deep digs of that toy. Shimmering heat flooded to every part of her. It pulsed over her rigid body driving her into the jerking rhythm of a shaken marionette. Still he drove on, drawing release after release from her until they piled one atop the other and she begged him to stop as her tortured sheath gushed around the cock.
Weak, she hung limply from the chain, each shallow pant pulling at her body.
The dungeon master pulled the toy from her.
“That was quite possibly the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he murmured as he helped her to straighten. “A few more moments and your arms will be free.”
Crossing the room, he opened the drawer beneath where he’d retrieved the bar and pulled out a cloth. A basin she hadn’t noticed sat on a nearby table, almost hidden from view in an alcove. He dampened the fabric and returned to her.
Slowly he dragged it over her swollen folds wiping away the gel that had tormented her. She trembled as he pushed it inside the crease of her ass to remove the excess there too.
“Better?” he asked.
She nodded, realizing she was better. The arousal still tingled through her body like a pleasant buzz. It was still urgent though not as dire. She could make it home now without fucking some hapless pedestrian.
Now that she’d come, he removed the bar from between her ankles. Apparently, he’d only wanted to keep her from pressing her legs together to lessen her need. Left parted, she’d begged to come, begged for him to soothe the itch. Ire wove through her. Tricky bastard. No doubt every move he made tonight would be carefully planned and calculated to bring her to her knees. A vision of her bowed before Ryan shot through her mind. Her boss? What the hell! Hastily, she pushed it aside. Ryan had nothing to do with this. And she didn’t want to think about subjugating herself before anyone. It wouldn’t happen. A, she wasn’t doing it. And B, Ryan didn’t fit into this scenario.
Remembering what the dungeon master had said, she kept her feet about shoulder-width apart.
“I’d like you to let me go now.”
His dark eyes studied her and he tilted his head. “Would you?”
Why did he sound so amused? She yanked on the chains, her anger growing now that the ache from her arousal was greatly diminished. “Yes.”
“It’s not your decision.”
“Look, that was fun—”
He circled her, his glower growing again. “This is all a game for you, isn’t it? You don’t think any of this is real.”
“There’s been a mistake…”
“There’s no mistake. I know exactly who you are. I know exactly why you’re at Pleasure Palace.” He stepped close to her and she smelled his deep masculine scent. “And I know exactly why you’re here. You think you’re in charge of this? You’re not. You like this, don’t you. You wanted this. You wanted to be powerless.”
“No.” She shook her head, his words both frightening and arousing her. His complete control, the self-assurance, his dominance all nudged up her boiling desire. God, she loved dominant men. Unfortunately, she’d never found one, only read about them.
“Then how did you get here? Like this?”
“I thought it was something else.”
“You thought it was something else?” His mask shifted and she knew he was lifting his eyebrows in disbelief. “So you let them touch you? Shave you? Dress you? Chain you here? You were fooled?”
“Yes,” she answered in a small voice.
“No you weren’t.” He stroked his finger down her arm, leaving goose bumps in their wake. “You let them.” His finger slid beneath the strap of the baby doll top. “You let them.” Over her belly. “You let them.”
He cupped her smooth mound before pushing his fingertip inside her still-dripping pussy. “You let them.” He lifted his hand, heavy with the scent of her arousal, between them. She could smell it as he sucked the juice from his fingers. Even more collected between her legs, seeping onto her thighs.
“Please, don’t…”
“You let me.”
She could only shake her head as the deep need started again, a need that had nothing to do with any stimulant. A need he’d predicted and she couldn’t prevent. Every word he said was true. She’d let them because it was her deepest desire. It was a fantasy that lurked in her darkness, coming out to play every time she found pleasure in the quiet of her lonely bedroom.
Suddenly, he stepped back, breaking the disquieting intimacy building between them.
“Let, let, let… It’s all about power for you. Isn’t it? It’s all about you being in control.”
She didn’t want to hear anymore about herself. He couldn’t delve into her psyche and pull out her secrets, putting them on lurid display.
“Let me go!”
“Let?” he mocked. “Doesn’t it get tiresome for you? Always being in control of everything?”
Her lips pressed together as she fought her emotions. She sucked in a breath through her nose. “There’s nothing wrong with being in control.”
“There is if you hate it. You hate it, don’t you?” He stepped back into the intimacy and a warm protected feeling, totally incongruous to her situation, enveloped her. “You resent it. I can see the unrest seething inside you.”
“No one else is going to take care of things. No one else ever has.”
“I would,” He replied, his deep velvet voice wrapping around her. He released the ties on the front of her top and it gaped open. Within the security of this moment, she didn’t think to protest.
He tapped her chest. “What about in here? Don’t you want someone else to be in charge?”
“Sometimes,” she admitted, half-heartedly. Sometimes she hated it. She resented always being the responsible one. Sadly, there was no one in her life she could trust to take the weight from her shoulders.
“You don’t like power.”
“Yes, I do,” she lied, unwilling to give over everything.
“No. You embrace it. You try to control everything even though you don’t like it.” He lightly drew his thumb over the shadow beneath her eye. “These circles testify to how much you don’t.”
How did a stranger know her so deeply? “I do what has to be done.”
“Do you? You don’t trust people. You think they’ll betray you. They’ll fail you…maybe even hurt you, as I suspect you’ve been hurt before. Someone hurt you badly and now you think you always have to be in control.”
She shook her head blinking back tears. He couldn’t know that. He couldn’t know about her childhood and the pain she’d endured.
His dark gaze captured hers and he gently cupped her chin, not letting her look away from the knowledge in his eyes. “I won’t betray you. I won’t hurt you. I will never fail you.”
She sucked in a shuddering breath that sounded a whole lot like a sob. He’d stripped her soul bare in a so few words.
“You don’t want control, do you?” he continued. “You want nothing more than fo
r me to rip off what’s left of your clothes and fuck you until you scream. Don’t you? This turns you on. You don’t want it to, but it does.”
She couldn’t deny it.
“Please stop.”
“And you want to know why you feel this way? Because for once, you have no power. You don’t want control. You don’t want responsibility. You want to let go.”
She nodded. He knew everything. If he knew this, he’d seen to the deepest part of her being. She hadn’t even told Keera about this secret resentment.
“Say it,” he prompted.
“I don’t want control,” she admitted.
“Do you trust me to give you what you want?”
Did she? Her eyes closed for a second before she looked directly into his eyes. He’d already taken control. He’d already gained her trust by understanding her needs and filling them. He’d patiently brought her to this unbelievably dark place in herself and he hadn’t fallen on her like a ravening beast though judging from the enormous bulge in his pants he really wanted to.
There was no question. Her words would only give him permission. “Yes.”
His lips turned up ever so slightly. “Then give me what I want.”
She hesitated, momentarily unsure. Suddenly, she stood looking over a narrow precipice. She could jump over to the other side and risk dire consequences or she could dance away and pretend this had never happened.
She could give him control tonight or walk away and forever wonder.
“You’re in complete control,” she whispered.
“Master,” he prompted. He reached in his pocket and withdrew a key.
She swallowed. “Master.”
Reaching above their heads, he unlocked the shackles and pulled her tight to him when she would have fallen. Her arms screamed as blood rushed back into them. Weakly, she leaned on his strength. His fierce heartbeat thudded rapidly against her breast, revealing she wasn’t the only one excited by their play. He pushed her shirt from her shoulders and it fluttered to the floor leaving her naked in his embrace. He pulled back slightly, his gaze again looking deep inside her and connecting to her with complete knowledge of her desires.
