by Measha Stone
“I want you.” His rough voice filled the room. “I want you hard. If I get too rough, you have to use your words. Do you understand?” He laid his right hand on her ass.
The warm sensation of his skin, the roughness of his fingertips soothed any worry she might have had at his words.
“Yes. I understand, Kendrick.” She nodded.
He wrapped his fingers around her wrists, and with no further comment or warning, he drove his dick into her.
She grunted at the forceful impact, the immediate fullness of his cock inside her. She pressed her face into the bed and clenched her eyes shut at the wonderful feeling of him thrusting into her.
Both of his hands held her wrists as he plunged into her again and again. She arched her back and was granted a grunt of approval from him. She lifted her head as best she could given her position and looked back at him. His eyes were on her, to her surprise. He watched her with determination as he drove into her.
The thickness of his cock filled her as the bed sheets beneath her brushed against her clit. She rested her head back down and focused on the pleasure building in her body, the wonderful sounds of his thrusting, knowing he was taking what he saw as his.
The idea of him using her this way, thrown over the bed, holding her hands, with her completely nude and he still fully dressed, brought her libido back into full swing. She wiggled more to increase the pressure on her clit.
“You are not to come again,” he ground out when she began to move in rhythm to his movements.
“Okay.” She closed her eyes and tried to refocus her thoughts on his pleasure. She leaned back into him as he thrust forward.
“Damn.” He breathed out, and she smiled to herself, increasing her thrusts back at him. His hands tightened on her wrists, and his breathing changed. He was close.
Wanting to bring him more pleasure, she lifted her right leg until her knee rested on the bed. He groaned loudly at the new sensation she caused. She groaned her own frustration at having made herself feel him even more inside of her and unable to enjoy another orgasm.
She heard him curse before one last thrust forward hard, almost painfully so. His breathing became steady, and she could hear the heavy sighs.
Slowly, he released her wrists, but she didn’t move them. They were sore from being held so tightly, but she was relishing in the idea that she had brought him so much pleasure. That he had taken her in such a way that was almost caveman like. He was rough, hard, and relentless.
He was perfect.
CHAPTER eighteen
Tread Lightly
The woman wouldn’t get out of his head. Kendrick had been sitting at his desk for an hour and had achieved nothing. Thoughts of Kelly and her utter obedience Sunday afternoon invaded his every thought.
First meeting Kelly, he thought her to be a headstrong woman who wanted only to dally in some slap and tickle. He found her natural ability to follow his lead, even when she wanted desperately to go a different direction, to be surprising and completely consuming.
He’d known many submissive women over the years and had several serious relationships, but none seemed so in tune with the obedience he craved so much from them. They’d all been good at submitting to his will, but he felt most of it was placating him. A role they played along with until they got to the spankings and whippings. He wanted more from them. He wanted their submission to go beyond the physical realm. Beyond wet panties and throbbing hard-ons. He wanted to say jump and them to answer “how high, sir”.
The thought of Kelly calling him Sir didn’t sit well, though. He didn’t want labels between them. No precut definitions of their roles and relationship guidelines. Just them doing what they found natural.
He wondered if Kelly even understood how submissive she truly was. She had taken the initiative to shave herself with the idea of pleasing him. During their conversation regarding sexual boundaries, he’d mentioned briefly that he liked a shaved pussy. They hadn’t dwelled on it, and in fact, it had been an off-the-cuff comment after she made a joke about 70’s hairy bushes.
He dragged his hand through his hair; he had to get her out of his mind for at least an hour to get some work done. The contracts for the security at the new club were being sent over, and he still needed to plot out his crews.
He pulled out his employee files again and began sorting. Kelly was due to call him after she finished her last class around four; he would do his best to keep her from his mind until then.
Kelly was standing on the front stoop of her apartment building when Kendrick pulled up. She managed to skip down the steps and get to the car before he was able to get out and open the door for her. She grinned at him. He frowned back with a raised eyebrow.
“What?” she asked, looking down at her outfit. “No boobage.” She waved her hand over her blouse-covered chest. The two top buttons were undone, but she was right, no cleavage showed. Her skirt, black pleated, covered her down to her knees.
If only she knew what her outfit did to him… She looked every bit the naughty schoolgirl, and he was sure that had been her intention. Her outfit wasn’t the cause of his frown, however.
“I asked you to wait inside. It’s late.” He pointed to the digital clock on the radio of his sedan.
“It’s nine.” She rolled her eyes and situated herself in her seat. Although he found her edge toward brattiness cute, he knew he would have to squash it soon before she dove head first into that role.
“Still.” He waited for her to buckle herself in and then pulled out into traffic. Thursday nights were popular among the partygoers of the younger generation, making traffic more annoying than he usually found it. “When I tell you to do something, you are supposed to do it.” He glanced over at her. Her skirt had crept up, and the diamond mole peeked out beneath the hem.
“Sorry.” She smiled, giving him the impression she was in no way regretful. “Maybe you should give me another punishment.” The suggestion was given with a light-hearted tone.
“Another punishment?” he asked, merging into the right turn lane.
“Yeah. Like the one you gave me on Sunday.” She patted his thigh playfully and returned to looking out the window. “Where are we going anyway? I thought you said we were going to the club tonight.”
Kendrick turned again, taking the side streets everywhere made his travel time shorter. Having been a street cop for several years, he had a GPS map permanently etched in his brain.
“We are.” He made another turn. “What punishment the other night?” He looked at her, trying to figure out what game she was playing. They had seen each other three nights, and each night had ended in her bed, but he recalled no punishments being given. He hadn’t even given her a spanking yet.
“You know.” She looked over at him. Her blush was so soft that had he not been looking right at her he might not have seen it.
The light turned green, and he turned back to the road. “No, I really don’t. Tell me what you thought was a punishment.” He turned down an alley and made their way to the parking lot behind the club.
Silence filled the car while he parked. He turned to her and held her gaze with his. “What was it?”
“On Sunday. When we were having sex, I moved my hips, and you spanked…you know…my pussy.” She unbuckled herself and reached for the door handle. He stilled her with a hand on her leg.
“That wasn’t a punishment.” He shook his head and waited for her to turn back to face him. He wanted her full attention for what he was about to tell her, no miscommunication between them.
After a little huff, which he decided to ignore for the moment, she turned to him and crossed her arms over her chest.
“That was a playful reminder,” he said in a low voice. “When I punish you, there won’t be an orgasm to follow. There will be no fun had by you or me during a punishment. It is a serious thing, never something done playfully and never done during sex.”
Her smile faded, and she scraped her teeth along her bottom
lip.
“Do you understand what I’m saying? Because you have to agree to being punished, even when you don’t want to be punished.”
“We covered that already,” she mumbled, starting to fidget in her seat.
“I know, but I want to be sure. Also, the eye rolling and the huffing-puffing stops now. You are an adult, and I expect you to always behave as such. Do you understand?”
“I understand you, Kendrick.” A heavy sigh escaped her lips. A flicker of annoyance appeared in her eyes but was gone with a blink. “I do. Really.” She nodded and placed her hand over his.
“Good. Now.”He reached into the backseat to grab his black backpack. A few moments of digging resulted in finding the box he sought. He shoved the bag onto the floorboard between his legs and handed her the white cardboard box. “This is for tonight and any night we play here.”
She took the box from his hands and balanced it in her lap as she unfolded the flaps and pulled the lid free. For a moment there was no sound, she simply stared into the box at its contents.
Kendrick watched for her expression to change.
Carefully, she lifted the silver bracelet into her hand, toying with the emerald jeweled eternity symbol that was the center of the piece. The winding ropes that entwined with each other never began and never ended; they simply went on—for eternity. In the center of several of the loops were small emeralds.
Her eyes slowly moved from the box to his face. Something stirred in her expression that he didn’t recognize.
Fear? Disappointment? No. Something more complicated.
She threw on a plastic smile and held the bracelet in the air. “What is this?”
“When we are here, you’ll wear that. It will let others know you aren’t available.” His eyes remained fixed on her. Her smile softened, became more real.
“I’ve heard of collaring.” Her voice was soft as she looked back down at the bracelet. “I…well… That’s not this, right?” He didn’t like the worry he heard in her voice.
“No. This isn’t that. I’ve never collared a woman before.” His answer didn’t seem to improve the concern she showed.
Her mouth turned into a simple O, and she went to work on putting the bracelet on her left arm.
“No. It goes on your right wrist.” He took the bracelet from her hand and waited for her to put out her wrist. He clasped the jewelry in place and slid his fingers along it, assuring himself he hadn’t made it too tight.
“You are the submissive, so it goes on your right arm,” he explained, hoping to distract her from what was making her uncomfortable. She hadn’t disagreed to wear the bracelet, yet she didn’t seem overly joyed about it either.
“So, what does this mean…I mean…why would this keep others away?” She closed up the empty box and laid it on the dashboard of the car.
He reached out to cup her chin, to drag her eyes to his. “The members here who know me will recognize the bracelet. Have you changed your mind?” His gaze wandered over her face, his thumb absentmindedly stroking her cheek.
Her eyes widened at his question. The worry, the doubt he thought he’d seen in them vanished. A new determination settled there.
“No. I haven’t. I just—” She forced a laugh. “It’s nothing. Fairytale romances.” She looked at him as though that explained everything. “You give all your girls this bracelet?” she asked with a forced levity he didn’t like in her voice.
He shook his head. “No.” He released his hold on her and raised his left arm, so the light from the parking lot hit his wrist. A dark leather band circled it. An emblem much like the one in his tattoo was burnt into the leather, and on either side of it was the same eternity symbol that matched her bracelet.
She held his wrist in her hands, her fingers tracing the symbols in the leather. “We match,” she whispered.
The light from the street lamp filtered through the window and struck her in such a way her eyes seemed to be deeper green, and her complexion seemed brighter. She looked soft, yet unyielding.
“I don’t have girls.” He broke the silence after a few moments.
She looked up at him.
“This bracelet, I haven’t given it to anyone before. It’s for you. The emblem, the eternity symbol, it’s sort of my thing. That’s why it will be recognized by other members. Not because ‘all my girls’ wear it.”
She breathed out a long breath, as though he had just alleviated a large boulder from her chest.
“The emblem will be recognized as mine.” He ran his knuckles along her jaw. “And so will you.”
CHAPTER nineteen
Holler and Collar
Kelly walked behind Kendrick up the long stairway to the Gallant Domination. Glad she’d opted for the shorter heel when she dressed, she held onto the railing as she made her way up the steps. The emotions from the conversation with Kendrick in the car continued to reel through her mind as she made the climb.
No man had ever wanted to stake claim to her in such a way. The bracelet was not something small or insignificant. It made her feel owned. Cherished. Kendrick had already explained he did not share or flaunt. The bracelet was a way of marking his territory, so no one else would try to stake claim.
His answer about collaring a woman gave her pause, made her begin to think deeper about their relationship than she had before. Were they moving too fast?
She had only known him a week, to the day, but she felt more alive and right when she was with him than with anyone else she’d ever been with. Her desires to have a husband and a house full of children were still rooted inside of her core, but her want to be his, to be owned by him, fulfilled by him, cherished by him…right now, that need was urging her to continue every step up the stairs.
She decided to think about her more vanilla needs later and enjoy the evening he’d planned for them.
She wondered about the bag he carried. She hadn’t been able to peek inside when he was searching for the bracelet, and she knew whatever was in the bag had everything to do with what was in store for her in the playroom.
Going to the dungeon had been her suggestion. She wanted to experience the play area without being run off before she had seen any of the really good stuff.
She’d been only slightly surprised when Kendrick had agreed to take her. She was learning he was more than happy to give her what she wanted, if she asked correctly.
Kendrick stood at the top of the stairs with the door open, waiting for her. She climbed the last few steps and smiled at him as she moved into the club. The same sounds and smells from her last visit enveloped her. The club had only been open a few hours, but the rooms seemed to be fuller than the week before.
A woman walked past Kelly, wearing a leather cocktail dress. Her bosom overflowed the bodice, and the hem barely reached the bottom of her ass. And she had a wonderfully round ass.
A man walked behind her. The man was taller than the leather-dressed woman and built like a brick house. His muscles rippled down his arms, and his naked chest displayed every hard moment of weight lifting he had ever endured. Any wonder Kelly may have had as to who was in charge between them ended at the sight of his leather collar. A chain link leash was attached and held by the woman walking briskly to one of the play rooms.
He was such a strong looking man, powerful and intimidating. The fact he was being led on a leash by a woman didn’t seem to diminish any of that. In fact, Kelly would say he looked empowered by his position. His head held high, his shoulders back. Every step he took was taken with pride.
“If I’d known the leash would excite you so, I would have brought one,” Kendrick’s husky voice said in her ear from behind her.
She stiffened at his words. Would she enjoy being led about on a leash as much as that man appeared to? Could she walk with as much pride as he had?
“You have one?” she asked without turning around.
He kissed her neck in response. She had braided her hair in an attempt to keep it out of the way of any a
ctivity they would be embarking on. Having her neck exposed to him, to his kisses, was an added bonus.
“I have a lot of toys.” He laughed as he nibbled on her earlobe. “Dammit, Kelly. We just got here and already I want to tear off your skirt and bend you over the couch.” He growled and stepped away from her.
“You wouldn’t have to tear it off. Just lift it up.” She gave him a slow wink and sauntered down the hall. His grunt of frustration followed her as she made her way toward the main play room. She waited as Kendrick put his bag on the large rack near the coat room and joined her.
The sounds of the play space excited her senses. The same woman who had been playing with the fire wands during Kelly’s previous visit was back at it, though her partner had changed.
Kelly watched the man on the table as the fire wand was dragged down his back. His muscles didn’t flinch at the sensation. Other than the loud moan of satisfaction, he made no sound or movement.
The woman yielding the wand whispered into his ear between passes of the fire. Her hand followed behind the wand each time, wiping off any residual flames. She looked in tune with her playmate. She watched his muscles contract and relax with a soft smile perched on her lips.
Kendrick’s hand on her shoulder brought her back to his presence. He wasn’t pulling her away, but merely connecting them physically. His fingers wrapped around the back of her neck. No pressure, no pain, simply holding her.
She heard a screech from the corner of the room and turned her gaze toward the scene.
Teri stood against the wall, her hands bound over her head in metal shackles, a blindfold over her eyes. Dominick roamed his hands over her naked body, soothing her. She turned her head to the side when he placed kisses on her neck.
