Mastering Her Desires

by Melinda Barron

  Kenan sprinted for the garage. Once inside the SUV, he hit the button to open the door before he flipped down the visor and the keys fell into his hands. He’d just started the car when Leo took the passenger seat. He had two revolvers in his hands.

  “Go. My manager’s at the resort. He’s going to join us as soon as he can. I told him to bring cuffs since I didn’t want to take the time to grab some. We should have Stein cornered by the time he gets there.” Kenan drove in the direction of the blip. Beside him, he heard the click of machinery as Leo checked the rounds in the guns.

  “I swear to God I’ll kill the bastard if he hurts one hair on her head.” Fury filled Kenan as he pushed down harder on the gas.

  * * * *

  Piper wanted to vomit. Stein sounded so damn smug as he told her about how he monitored websites, so he could see who was searching for him. He found the photo of Kenan by accident.

  “Gives you a thrill, doesn’t it, to see your name as the number one target of bounty hunters?”

  “Cool, huh?” His laugh made the urge to puke even stronger. “I have to hand it to your boy, though. I never expected them to find me here. He’s good.”

  “You’ll never get away from him.” She jingled her wrists, trying to think of a way to get her hands out of the cuffs he’d snapped on her.

  “Watch and see, bitch. I get away from them all.”

  “Not this time.” Piper glanced out the window. Darkness surrounded them; the ride was very bumpy, and Stein navigated the unfamiliar terrain slowly. Could she get the door open and jump out at some point? She doubted it, and even if she did, where would she go? There was no telling what was in the jungles. While she was running, he could catch up with her, and this man was capable of anything.

  “First thing after we make it to the mainland is to find a way to get that fucking belt off you, so I can stick my dick up you ass. You’re going to love it. Hell, I’ll give you the ass whippings you want and more. That dick bounty hunter won’t even fuck you.”

  Kenan, she screamed inside her head. Get your ass over here and save me! She told herself not to panic, that she could figure out a way to disable the bastard before he found a way off the island.

  “You missed the big picture, don’t you?” She moved toward her door. Had he locked it when they’d come inside? “Kenan and I are partners, not lovers. The only reason we’re here is to take your sorry ass back to New York.”

  “We’re going to South America,” he said with a chuckle. “Lots of places to get lost there. Pay them enough and the natives look the other way.”

  “Is that where you’ve been hiding since you escaped?”

  “Yup.” He turned his head enough to wink at her, and Piper could see his need to brag, to show her how good he was.

  “You killed your relatives for money. You’re sick.”

  “Oh, please,” he spit out. “You’d do the same for the amount of dough I got. Besides, it wasn’t the first time.”

  That was unexpected. “You ordered someone else killed?”

  “Nope, Stephen and I did it ourselves. We wanted to test the waters, see if we could get away with it. We pushed one of the maids down the stairs a year ago. I broke her neck first, though, just to make sure she didn’t survive.”

  The need to puke returned. He talked about the woman as if she didn’t matter at all, didn’t have a family, a life of her own. Of course, in Stein’s world the only thing that mattered was him. He didn’t even care his brother was in jail.

  “The cops took it as an accident,” he continued. “Stephen and I talked about it and decided that, even though it had worked, the police wouldn’t accept two accidents. That’s when we came up with the other plan.”

  His boasting was making him sloppy. The car was going faster, and he wasn’t paying any attention to her since he was lost in his own “I’m so good” world. Her options were bleak, she knew. If they made it to wherever they were going, Stein would have the upper hand. She had to stop him here, where she could run and hide and hope no nasty snakes or other animals got to her in the jungle before Kenan found her.

  “You’re going to love my dick,” he said, turning to look at her. The leer on his face pissed her off, and she reacted without thinking. She grabbed the wheel and jerked it to the right. The car lurched and felt as if it might tip over, but then it righted itself.

  Stein had pressed hard on the gas; his gaze focused now on the area in front of the vehicle. Piper let go of the wheel and smashed her hand into his face, praying the metal of the cuffs would do some damage. His muffled scream of pain let her know it had done some injury. He kept one hand on the wheel and tried to push away her hands as the car came to a stop.

  Time to go all out, she thought as she leaned closer and sank her teeth into his cheek. This time the howl was loud. He let her go, pushing her away as he pawed at the teeth marks.

  Piper took advantage of the moment and opened the car door, falling onto the rough grass and rocks as she tumbled outside.

  “Cunt!”

  She heard his car door open as she scrambled to her feet and started to run as fast as she could. It wasn’t fast enough, though. Stein tackled her, and she fell onto the hard-packed dirt. They wrestled around, and she tried to kick and claw at him, but his larger size gave him the advantage.

  Soon, he was on top of her. He had her hands pinned to her stomach, making it difficult to breath.

  “I was going to let you live for a while,” he managed to say despite his labored breathing. “But now, looks like you’re going to be number four.”

  He let go of her wrists and put his hands around her neck and started to squeeze. Dark spots danced in front of her eyes. She thrust her hands upward into his stomach. His hold loosened as he tried to catch his breath.

  She tuned out his cussing as she did it again. This time one of his hands went to his stomach. It was the opening she needed. Her hands shot upward and connected with his jaw. The sounds coming from his mouth were a mixture of pain and outrage. Something warm dripped on her, and she imagined blood coming out of his mouth. Had he bit his tongue? She hoped so.

  He rolled off her, and she scrambled to her feet.

  “You don’t live in New York without taking a self defense class,” she screamed. Then she fell onto his prone body and drove her knee into his groin.

  This time the sound was more of a whimper, and she clambered off him and started to run back toward the car. She was vaguely aware of lights heading her way.

  She stopped as the car pulled up next to her.

  “Piper?”

  She grinned like crazy, and Kenan hurried from the car and took her in his arms.

  “Are you hurt?”

  “Mildly,” she replied, then she glanced up at him. “What took you so long?”

  “Mouthy to the end,” he muttered he tightened his grip on her.

  “Where is he?” Leo’s question filtered into her consciousness.

  “Behind us,” she said. She could hear him moving off as Kenan stroked her hair.

  “Ouch,” Leo said, and both she and Kenan laughed.

  “I think I hurt his mouth with the cuffs, well, before I put my knee into his nuts.”

  “Good for you,” Kenan replied. He kissed the top of her head. “Since you did the take down, I think I’m going to have to offer you half of the money.”

  “I’ll save it toward opening a restaurant.” Another car was pulling up. A man got out that she didn’t recognize.

  “Over there,” Kenan pointed behind them and the man sprinted off.

  She heard Leo say, “Looks like he bit off part of his tongue.”

  Their bodies shook with Kenan’s chuckle. “You did excellent, brat.”

  She burrowed into his chest. “Does this mean I get a real collar instead of a training one?”

  “You’ve earned your bounty hunter stripes, but you still have to earn your collar. Don’t worry, there’s plenty of time for it once we get home.”

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nbsp; Home, she thought as he kissed the top of her forehead and moved toward were Stein lay. She liked the sound of that.

  * * * *

  “Where is he?” She was afraid her voice shook. She didn’t want Kenan to hear her fear, to know that she was shaken up by Stein’s words, by his threat to use her and then kill her.

  When they’d arrived back at the resort, Kenan had squeezed her shoulder and told her to go to their room. She’d soaked in the tub, and now she was in bed, sans her collar and chastity belt. He hadn’t mentioned them to her when he came in a few minutes earlier.

  “He’s in one of the many cages at the resort,” Kenan said with a chuckle. “It’s the first time they’ve been used for an actual fugitive. I think Leo likes the idea. He wants Stein to try and escape, so he can see if the bars hold.”

  Kenan might have thought it was funny, but she didn’t. Before she could voice her objection, though, Kenan said, “Don’t worry. My friends arrived, and they’re sitting with him. We leave tomorrow around noon on a private plane.”

  “It’s not yours, is it?”

  “No.” He laughed. “The plane belongs to a friend of Leo’s. I thought taking Stein on a commercial flight might turn ugly.”

  He started taking off his clothes, starting with his boots. He let each article of clothing drop where he stood, and soon he was gloriously naked. “Come here,” he commanded as he stroked his prick. “Let’s work off some of that nervous energy that’s flowing through your veins.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She crawled toward him. He was hard now, the tip of his cock pulsing, and she wondered if he felt the same nervous energy she did right now. When she was at the end of the bed, he cupped her pussy and Piper groaned.

  “Tell me what you want.”

  “Me?” She frowned.

  “You’ve earned it. Would you like to eat some pussy? Or have yours eaten? I remember Cherokee telling me you rather enjoy it.” His words made her think of Victoria, and she asked how the switch was doing.

  “He left her tied to the bed in his room. The ropes were too tight, and they cut into her skin a little. Leo is taking care of her.”

  “She’s in love with him,” she blurted out.

  “I know,” Kenan replied. “Try and convince Leo of that, though. He doesn’t believe in love, only sex.”

  “Why?”

  He shrugged. “We all have our secrets.”

  “What’s yours?” She leaned forward and kissed his dick.

  “You might find out one day, but not now. When you’re my sub, we’ll talk, and about more than just me.”

  A jolt of pleasure ran through her. She liked that idea.

  “Does that mean we’re going to have long candlelit talks?”

  “It means we’re open and honest with each other. I’m not talking about flowers and candy.”

  Piper laughed. “Leo’s not the only one who doesn’t believe in romance.”

  “Would you like flowers? A rhinestone-studded collar? Perhaps some chains to run between your piercings. Or a new chastity belt?”

  That got her attention. “Excuse me?”

  “Oh yeah, I rather like it. Of course, you can’t wear it while you’re in class because of the bathroom issue, but while you’re at home, yeah, you’re going to wear it. And I’m going to enjoy it.”

  Class. She’d almost forgotten she’d done this whole thing for money, so she could go to culinary school. “Do I have to cook for you?”

  “Every night.”

  “Slave driver.” She smiled at him, shocked when he returned it.

  “You have no clue how true those words are. It’s going to be fun teaching you the definition of slave driver as it applies to me. Starting when we get back. Tonight, I’m going to fuck you. Right after I eat you.”

  He pushed her backward on the bed. The mattress rocked under her, and before she knew it he was over her, spreading her legs. His mouth went to work immediately, devouring her pussy, licking and nibbling on soft flesh until she writhed under him.

  Piper closed her eyes and let him feast. His tongue moved inside her, at first just the tip, then a little more, and a little more. To keep from grasping his head, Piper clutched the sheets.

  It was obvious he was dragging it out, keeping her on the edge. He lapped up one side of her labia and down the other, and finally, as her body felt like it was goo, he ran his tongue over her clit. He flicked his tongue against the hardened bud before he took the slave ring in his mouth and tugged.

  “Oh, fuck.” She was right on the edge. Fire burned in her veins when he dropped the ring and sucked her clit back into his mouth. There was not enough pressure for her to climax, but his gentle movements kept her floating near the edge.

  Until he stopped and didn’t start back again.

  Piper thrust her hips up into his mouth, but he pulled away.

  “Hey, brat, I’m in charge, even when it’s just sex. Lie still.”

  “No.” She wiggled. “Suck my clit again.”

  He stood, wiping the back of his hand over his mouth. “Those are fighting words. You will lie still and take what I give you.”

  Piper knew she should obey, but her body was on fire, stoked from everything that had happened tonight. Her hands dipped into her pussy, and she found her clit, pulling on the slave ring that pretty much kept her in a constant state of arousal anyway. She came hard, her hips shooting up as she screamed out for Kenan to fuck her.

  “Nobody gives orders but me,” he said as he flipped her onto her stomach. She groaned as he gathered her wrists together over her head. “Not tonight, but soon I’ll remind you that handcuffs can bring pleasure, too. Right now, I’m switching targets.”

  In her position she couldn’t see what he was doing, but by the sounds she could guess, the tearing of a package, the click of a bottle. At some point while she’d been playing with her pussy, he’d retrieved what he’d needed.

  “Fully dressed, and I’m coming in.” He pressed the head of his cock against her anus. Something cold and wet coated the condom, and with one hard push, he was inside. She groaned a little at the pain, but it was sweet and welcome.

  He stopped at the entrance. “Where’s my dick?”

  “In my ass.”

  He pulled it out. “Excuse me, brat? Would you like to try that again?” He fed her the head again, then pulled back out.

  “Put it back in my ass!”

  With his free hand, he slapped her cheek. “Who does this ass belong to?” Once more the head popped in, then back out.

  Piper’s body was on fire, her need strong. She looked at him over her shoulder. “With my pleasure, Sir, my ass is yours to do with as you please.”

  “I like that.” He gave her the head again, leaving it there this time. Piper closed her eyes and savored the feel of him inside her. He entered her slowly, inch by glorious inch. Each time he stopped he slapped her ass and asked what she wanted.

  She replied, “With my pleasure, Sir, I ask for your dick in my ass.”

  Once his body was flush against hers, he moved slowly, working his cock in and out of her until a delicious soreness spread through her. Her nipples burned from rubbing against the blanket, and her clit throbbed with the desire to release.

  When he let go of her hands, with an order to leave them above her head until he said she could move, he grasped her hips and lifted them up, increasing the tempo, fucking her with a power she’d never felt before.

  He stopped long enough to move so that they were on their sides, one of her legs over his thighs. He had one arm under her and used his large hand to grasp her hands together in front of her. With the other, he tortured her clit, pulling and pinching until she was right at the edge, then stopping. When she screamed for more, he would start again, fucking her ass slowly as he teased her with release.

  When he finally allowed her to come, her body seized, and she felt him do the same inside her. She collapsed in his arms, their sweaty bodies slick against the sheets.

  “
Definitely the belt,” he whispered in her ear. “If you don’t wear it while we’re out, I’ll be wanting to bend you over at every opportunity.”

  She could still feel him pulsing inside her. “With my pleasure, Sir, and with yours, you can bend me over anytime.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Four months later

  Piper checked the spareribs in the oven, turning them over before she added a little more liquid to the roasting pan. She’d been out of class for an hour and had hurried home to make sure tonight’s dinner was on track. Everything looked perfect.

  She shut the door and made her way up the stairs, opening the door to playroom number three. Kenan was due home in twenty minutes, and she was running a little behind. She stripped off her clothes before she folded them carefully, placing them on the chair next to the doorway.

  Once she was naked, she crossed to the fucking machine and mounted the bench before she carefully placed herself in front of the dildo Kenan had attached to it that morning. She played with her nipples and clit, thinking about Kenan and his whip, his cuffs, his crops. Most of all she thought about his dick, and how wonderful it felt when he fed it to her mouth, her pussy, her ass. Her lips plumped up and wetness made her slick.

  She gently worked the dildo inside her; then she turned on the machine. It started to slide and in and out. A groan escaped her lips. She wished it was Kenan’s cock inside her and not the fake one.

  Don’t get greedy, she thought. You’ll get what you want soon enough.

  She’d just switched the speed to high when she heard the front door open and close.

  Kenan was home. She thought back to the night of Stein’s capture, of how Kenan had fucked her until her legs were like jelly. Then he’d taken her to the hot tub at the resort and let her soak.

  They’d talked. She’d told him about Barry Bartlow, and how he’d tied her and left her alone, making her think he’d never come back. Kenan had told her she never had to worry about that with him.

  “A good Dom never leaves a sub alone when she’s bound. If I see him, he’s toast.”