Dawn, Dakota - The Most Exquisite Gift (Siren Publishing Allure)

by Dakota Dawn

  “Come sit on the couch.” Garner smiled as she jumped slightly, then quickly headed for the couch.

  Taking her eggnog, she felt the chill of the glass and remembered he’d said he would warm her up with a drink before they began. This was a cold drink, not a hot one. Taking a sip, she let all the flavors come alive on her tongue. Vanilla, nutmeg, whipping cream…rum, and bourbon. Ah, maybe the alcohol was the warming ingredient he was talking about.

  Sparing him a glance, she complimented, “This is very good eggnog—ah, Sir.”

  The smile that curled his lips twisted her clit into a knot. He was so fine when he smiled. She’d do about anything to see that smile again.

  “I’m glad you like it.” Quicker than Santa could go down a chimney, Garner’s face took on a serious look. “Now, on to business. I understand you are new to BDSM. You will give me a safe word. Your safe word is not to be used lightly. If it is, you will be punished. Your safe word is only to be used if you feel you are in danger. Do you understand?”

  Dara clutched her glass and nodded her head yes.

  “That’s three punishments. I’ll ask again. Do you understand what a safe word is and how to use it?”

  Swallowing hard, she answered, “Yes, Sir.” His commanding tone made her nervous but horny at the same time. How could that be? If any other man talked to her that way, she’d get up and leave. But she couldn’t leave him. She was irresistibly drawn to him as strongly as Santa was to cookies and milk. Damn.

  “Shall we make it four? When I ask you a question, I want a quick and complete answer.”

  His voice jerked her away from her thoughts, and she quickly answered him, “No. I understand what a safe word is, Sir.”

  “Good. Are you protected against pregnancy? Do you have any STDs?”

  She closed her eyes for a moment. Those were personal questions. “Yes and no.”

  “Excellent. I don’t have any STDs, either, and I don’t like condoms. Now I’ll tell you what a Dom’s job is. A Dom is in total control of his sub. As a sub, you must never hesitate to do as you’re told. To do so brings on punishment. My job is to teach you as if you were my own. When you disobey, you will be punished. You already have three coming. When you do as you are told without hesitation, you will be rewarded. I would much rather reward you than punish you. Your pleasure is my pleasure, and your pain is my pain. As a sub, your Master’s pleasure should be your pleasure as well, and his pain should be your pain. Your feelings should be tied to his and his to yours. Do you understand?”

  Tied to him, yes, that would be good. Pain and punishment, not good. A thoughtful look crossed her delicate features. “I think so, Sir. But, I must confess I’m not into pain. I’ve heard that some Doms like to give pain. Why is that?” Dara’s stomach knotted. She hoped he wasn’t into doling out a lot of pain. If he was, her ass was out of there. Toys could take care of the lust she felt for him just fine.

  “Good question. Some Doms are sadistic and receive great pleasure from inflicting pain on others. The perfect sub for them is one that enjoys pain. A number of people can only reach orgasm when in pain. I personally do not get pleasure from inflicting that much pain. When we are in the playroom, I will test you to see how much pleasure/pain you can take. A little pain makes the pleasure so much sweeter. It makes your senses come alive.” Garner paused for a moment, letting his words sink in. “Do you have any more questions? Once we get started, you will no longer be able to speak until spoken to. Do you understand?”

  It all seemed crazy, but her clit was throbbing just listening to him. Geesh, she was messed up. “Yes, I understand, Sir. I don’t have any more questions.”

  “Good. What is your safe word?”

  “Cherry pie.”

  “Cherry pie. Cherry pie is to be used only if you feel you are in danger. Now, I want you to give me a safe word that tells me you are scared or uncertain. This word is not to be used lightly. Only when you feel very scared or in need of comfort will you use this word. Do not use it every time I command you to do something. Overuse of your word will get you punished.” Garner paused, giving her time to think then asked, “What word have you chosen?”

  “Snow.”

  “Snow it is, then.” His midnight eyes bore into hers. “If you say cherry pie, it’s all over. I’ll stop what I’m doing, and your training ends that very moment. Using snow will bring me to a temporary stop. I’ll ask you why you used your safe word and respond according to your answer. My response could be comforting, or it could be punishment, whichever I feel is necessary. Do you understand the rules of your training?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Damn, his voice was scary, commanding, and sexy all at the same time. A crazy part of her wanted to cuddle with the big guy. Relief washed over her as well. She was glad he’d taken the time to explain so much to her. Now, if she could just stop messing up, she’d be doing fine.

  “Good. We will begin now. No more speaking unless I give you permission. You may moan or cry out. The first thing I’m going to do is warm you up and test your response to my touch. Dip your finger in your eggnog, then swirl it on both nipples.”

  Dara’s pulse kicked up a notch as she followed his directions. The cold eggnog brought her nipples to life. The look on his face was that of a predator. A shiver raced up her spine as she watched him lean forward and take one of her flavored nipples into his mouth. Heat bathed her chilled nipple. The rasp of his tongue sliding back and forth across her taut peak sent out spirals of heat to her core.

  A moan escaped her lips, and she arched her back involuntarily. Now she knew how a cold drink could warm you up, and it had nothing to do with alcohol. He suckled lightly then firmly, drawing her attention away from her thoughts. Moving to her other breast, he sucked the damp nipple into his mouth and flicked his tongue back and forth across the swollen tip.

  Releasing her nipple, he slowly kissed his way up to her mouth. His tongue lapped at her lips, sending sparks shooting throughout her body. Garner’s hand eased her drink out of her passion-numbed hand and put it on the end table as his lips placed light kisses all over her neck and jaw. Pure lava slowly made its way through her veins. His lips lightly stroked across hers until she parted them, letting him in. His tongue touched hers, and she moaned in delight. She squirmed beneath him, needing him to be more aggressive. Needing him to take her.

  A disappointed groan escaped from her throat when he backed away from her.

  Handing her the glass, he instructed, “Paint your nipples and clit with eggnog. So far, you are doing very well.”

  His praise caused her body to warm up another ten degrees. Quickly doing his bidding, she dipped her finger in her drink and flavored her now sensitive nipples then did the same to her clitoris. The cool liquid on her clit felt good, real good. But when she started adding pressure to her sensitive nubbin looking for some relief, he grabbed her wrist.

  Garner’s voice was harsh and demanding. “Did I tell you to play with yourself?”

  Dara looked at his large hand engulfing her wrist. Guilt brought a blush to her cheeks. “No, Sir. I’m sorry I…”

  Garner moved her hand away from her pussy. “If this wasn’t your first day, I’d punish you for that, but it is your first day, and it’s late, and you already have three punishments coming. Never do more than you are told. Do you understand?”

  Whew, that was close. So much for not messing up anymore. “I understand. Thank you for not adding to my punishment, Sir.” No more mistakes, no more punishment. No more mistakes, no more punishment. She had to get a grip, or this training was going to be hell. Hell a gorgeous, blond giant was going to be dispensing, but still hell.

  “Finish your drink. Your discipline needs to be seen to. Maybe after that you will pay more attention to my directions. Doms expect you to do exactly what you’re told to do in a quick manner. You’ll do well to remember that.”

  Darn, her innocence of BDSM had just gotten her into more trouble. No more warming up, and she still had flavored
nipples and a tasty clit that didn’t get taken care of. She’d have to start learning faster and pay closer attention to what he said. She could do this. Wanting to please him, she quickly drank her drink.

  Taking her empty glass, Garner helped her to her feet then set the glass down on the end table. Guiding her out of the living room, he headed upstairs. He led her so quickly she didn’t get a good look at her surroundings. At the top of the stairs he led her down the hallway and into a room that held many strange and scary-looking pieces of equipment. Some she knew about from Nora, others, she didn’t. Her heartbeat kicked up a notch. She looked up nervously at Garner. Bryan would never send her to a bad guy’s house. If he did unknowingly and she lived through it, she was going to turn Domme on him and kick his ass.

  “We are going to get the bad stuff out of the way first, and if you handle it well, I’ll reward you afterward. A Dom is always proud of a sub who handles deserved punishment with dignity and grace. You will be cuffed and paddled for talking back, questioning me, and not answering me properly and quickly.”

  Dara trembled as he led her to a pair of black, velvet-lined cuffs that hung from the ceiling. The wall in front of the cuffs was mirrored. There was a strange groove with two metal loops a few feet apart in the floor right under the hanging cuffs. He took one wrist, raised it and cuffed it, then did the same with her other wrist.

  “Spread your legs.”

  Knowing to quickly obey, she spread her legs wider. She watched in the mirror as he cuffed her ankle, then locked it into the loop on the floor. To her shock, he did the same thing to her other ankle. Looking at herself in the mirror, she was surprised to see how hot she looked all cuffed and spread for his pleasure. No wonder men loved women in this position, open wide and vulnerable to their every desire. Looking at his tall, hard form in the mirror, she wanted him to take advantage of her.

  Garner walked around her several times, randomly stroking her body. Touching the trimmed strip of dark hair leading to her waxed nether lips, his eyes devoured her damp folds. “This French wax job you have looks good on you, my little sub.”

  She moaned when he stopped and took her nipple into his mouth and sucked and licked it clean. In the mirror, she watched as he did the same thing to her other nipple. Sparks shot from her nipples every time he licked or sucked them. Her pelvic muscles tightened with need as she watched him move lower, kissing his way to her pulsating clit. He looked so hot kneeling between her spread thighs. She jerked and moaned when his warm tongue lapped her clit clean. Tingles of fiery heat shot through her lower body.

  Moving her hips forward, she tried to grind her little nubbin into his face. Biting back a protest, she watched with sad eyes as he backed away and stood in front of her. In her mind, she begged him to go back down between her legs and finish what he’d started. His tongue had felt so good raking across her clit, and he had looked so hot kneeling down between her spread legs. That mirror was turning out to be an unexpected torture device.

  “A Dom can give pleasure or pain. How you act determines what you receive. Earlier, you weren’t very good. I hope after this you will be good from here on out.”

  Pale green eyes watched in horror as he knelt at her ankle and slid her leg out. The strange groove in the floor was a movable track. As her legs widened, the pull on her arms tightened, causing discomfort. It wasn’t painful, but it was uncomfortable.

  Once again, he circled her, noting her discomfort. “Always do as you are told. A frustrated Dom could leave you in that position for a long time.”

  Knowing not to speak, she pleaded with her eyes.

  A smile crossed his face. “You did well not speaking, only begging with your lovely green eyes. As a reward, I’m going to get your paddling over with.”

  Dara watched him move to another wall and retrieve a paddle from it. She held her breath as he moved up behind her. Shoulders aching, and her pussy still in need, she bit her lip to stop its trembling.

  “You will receive two hard smacks for each offence. That’s six in all. I’m going to start out lightly to get you warmed up, then the six harder ones will begin. You may cry out if needed.”

  The first smack to her right cheek startled her. It wasn’t hard, just shocking. Spread out as she was, there wasn’t a thing she could do about it. She had to trust him. Whack, whack, whack. Bottom starting to heat up, she lost track of the number of blows. The vibrations from each hit were starting to make her pussy drip, and her womanly juices were running down her thighs.

  Closing her eyes, she was caught off-guard when she felt his finger plunge deep into her pussy. Ah, his thick, rough finger explored her slick, silky passage. He swirled his finger around. Pressing and caressing her inner walls, his thumb circled her clit. She moaned and leaned into him. A loud, protesting groan flew past her lips when he withdrew his probing finger. Opening her eyes, she saw him hold up his now-slick finger and lick her juices off it. Could he get any hotter?

  “I see you like erotic spankings, but unfortunately, we need to finish what we started.” So saying, he raised the paddle and came down hard on her heated buttocks. She jerked against her restraints as he hit each buttock once. The next two hits were to her inner thighs. Then he quickly hit each buttock once more with a little more force.

  A tear trickled down one cheek. Her breath hitched in her throat. Ass on fire, she swallowed hard. Damn, that hurt. All the sudden she wasn’t so sure she could handle this lifestyle. Cherry pie came to her mind, but she decided to wait and see what he’d do next.

  Putting the paddle down, Garner walked around in front of her. His eyes shone with approval. “The gift of submission is the most precious gift a Dom can receive. Once given that gift, a good Dom will cherish it forever. You did very well, my little sub. For that, you will be rewarded. I’m very proud of you.”

  Leaning down, he licked the tear from her cheek and placed a soft kiss on her lips.

  Warmth spread through her at his words, but she still wasn’t sure what to expect. Watching him like a wary cat, she held her breath as he moved to her ankle. Would he spread her wider or let her free?

  Neither. He released the locking pin and slid her legs back into the position they had been in before he started her punishment. Relief flooded into her shoulders, arms, and legs. Her legs were still parted, but now they were much more comfortable.

  “Now for your reward.” Cupping her head, he lowered his lips to hers.

  He was so tender her heart melted. Nibbling gently, he ate at her full lips. Time stood still. He licked and sucked at her lips until she wanted to scream at him to take her. Fuck her. Moaning in need, she let her body lean into his. Bound as she was, she couldn’t move the way she wanted.

  “Please, Sir.” Her voice was nothing more than a breathy moan.

  A light smack to her clitoris had her shivering and throbbing with even more need.

  “You are not in control. I will see to your needs in my own time.”

  The depth of his voice told her he was just as turned on as she was. Biting back more words, she totally submitted her body to him. Allowing him control over her was a heady feeling, an addictive feeling she wasn’t sure she could easily walk away from.

  Firm lips traveled down to her ear. She cried out when he released his hot breath into her ear, then nibbled on her earlobe. Closing her eyes, she felt him kiss his way to her breasts.

  “I love your firm tits and hard little nipples.” As if to demonstrate how much, he sucked a tight nipple deep into his mouth and groaned in delight.

  The groans coming from his throat shot hot spears of pleasure straight to her dripping cunt. Squirming against her bonds, she mewled at the delicious shards of pleasure/pain that wracked her body when he raked his teeth across her nipple, then bit down gently.

  An urgency was building around them, thick and sultry. Rough hands glided over her body. Damn that felt good. His tongue lapped at her nipples as his hands stroked up her arms then leisurely traveled down her arms, across
her back, and landed on her buttocks. She groaned when he suckled harder at her breast and massaged the globes of her ass.

  “You are so damned hot, little sub.”

  Sliding down her body, he quickly uncuffed her ankles and shucked his jeans and boxers. Her eyes widened at the sight of his thick, long cock. Giving her no time to think, he picked her up as if she weighed nothing.

  “Lock your ankles around my hips, baby.”

  The second she did she felt the tip of his large cock probe her entrance. Within a heartbeat, he was thrusting into her silky sheath. His cock stretched and filled her. It pulsed with a life of its own.

  “You’re so fucking tight. So wonderful.”

  The soft growl in his voice heated her core and drove her closer to the cusp of ecstasy. With every stroke of his cock she drew closer. Pulling at her restraints, she wished she could put her arms around him. Giving up, she snuggled her face into the junction of his shoulder and neck, then breathed in his scent. His personal smell had her pussy clenching. Biting at his neck, she had to taste him. Nipping and sucking, she grew more aroused. He tasted too damned good. And his cock was long and thick, just like she liked them. Core tightening, she gasped in ecstasy. His rod felt so good tunneling in and out of her wet pussy.

  Strong hips moved at a faster, more urgent pace. He grabbed her hips tightly and with each stroke ground her clit into his pelvis. Out of control, she danced off the edge, screaming as her body shuddered in his arms. Her pussy milked his cock as her climax continued to tear through her. She was blinded to everything but the pure pleasure of her release and the feel of his hard body.

  The tremors racking her body pushed him over the edge, and with a final thrust, he fell into ecstasy’s waiting arms. Groaning, he held her tightly as he fought to get his breathing under control. She could feel his heart pounding in his massive chest. Once his heartbeat slowed and he had his breath and body under control, Garner gently released her hips.

  Grabbing a blanket from a nearby shelf, he wrapped it around her quivering body. One of his hands held the blanket in place while the other reached up and uncuffed her wrists. With the lowering of her arms, blood was able to rush quickly through them. Pinprickles immediately tormented her arms and shoulders.