Submitting to the Devil Dom [The Martinis and Chocolate Book Club 4] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic)

by Lara Valentine

  “I think I speak for Lisa, too, when I say we’re so happy we showed up and scared that asshole off. I hope they catch this guy.”

  Tori opened her mouth to answer, then closed it quickly, realizing Ian had only given her permission to speak to Conor. She looked up at him and his smile was warm and approving. “You may speak to all four, well, three of your friends,” he said, giving Lisa a rueful glance. She was still kneeling between Conor’s legs.

  “They haven’t found him yet. Ian’s had several cops canvassing the neighborhood, but no one but you two really even saw him. He was behind me and I never got a look at him.”

  Brianne’s lips tightened. “I’d like ten minutes with this guy. When I think about seeing you on the garage floor, fighting him off, shit, I get so mad.”

  Nate lifted Brianne’s chin to look into his eyes. “I gave you permission to speak, not permission to curse. Watch your language, slave.”

  Brianne fluttered her eyelashes, and Tori could swear she saw Nate actually melt.

  “What will you do if I don’t, Master?”

  Nate leaned in close, grinning. “Paddle your bottom.”

  Brianne’s eyes lit up. “Well, damn, Master. Bring it on.”

  Nate pulled Brianne to her feet. “Sorry, but we’re going to play. Say, goodnight, Brianne.”

  “Goodnight,” Brianne called over her shoulder as Nate led her away. They were both smiling, and Tori had a feeling Brianne was going to have a wonderful night.

  Conor unbuckled the ball gag and pulled it out, wiping Lisa’s chin. “This can’t stay in any longer, but I want you to continue to be quiet, slave. You’re still not in the clear.”

  “Yes, Master.” Lisa never looked up, continuing to kneel with her head bowed. Tori was amazed at Lisa’s self-discipline. She’d never seen Lisa that still or that quiet in all the years she’d known her.

  Conor leaned back on the couch. “You’re working the serial rapist case, right? Do you think there’s any connection between Tori’s attack and that case?”

  Tori stiffened in shock. It had never occurred to her the man who’d attacked her could be the guy. Apparently, it had occurred to Ian, as he didn’t take long to answer.

  “We don’t think so, but we’re not taking any chances, of course. Tori’s clothes were sent to the lab to see if we can get any evidence or DNA off of them. If they can, it will be compared to samples from the other assaults.” Ian was massaging her shoulders, kneading the tight muscles. He must be able to feel the tension in her body. She looked up at him and he shook his head. He didn’t want her to speak.

  “Conor, I’m going to give Tori more of a tour of The Estate. Good luck with your slave tonight.”

  Ian helped her to her feet, holding firmly on the leash. He gave it the slightest of tugs, and arousal shot from her nipples straight to her clit. She tried to hide her shiver, but Conor grinned.

  “My slave simply needs a good dose of discipline. I’ve reserved the stocks tonight.”

  Lisa never moved, but Tori shuddered. The stocks looked positively medieval.

  Ian led her deeper into The Estate and then out a set of large French doors onto an enormous screened-in patio. The warm breeze caressed Tori’s bare flesh and teased her already-hard nipples. Ian waved his arm to the corner.

  “It was getting hot in there. I thought we’d play out here. It’s unseasonably warm tonight but cool enough we won’t get overheated.”

  She was already more relaxed, but she needed to ask him a question.

  “Permission to speak, Master?”

  “You have permission to speak to me, Tori. Although I think I know what you’re going to ask. You want to know about the serial rapist, don’t you?”

  She nodded, relieved he was open to discussing it. “Yes. You really don’t think they’re one and the same? Honestly, until Conor mentioned it, I never thought about them being the same person.”

  “I know. I could tell by the way your body stiffened up and got tense. No, I don’t think they’re the same person. The MO for The Boyfriend is different. He attacks people in parking lots and garages, secluded areas. He’s never gone after anyone in their own home before. Generally, a perp doesn’t change their spots when things are working for him.”

  “The Boyfriend? Is that what the cops call him?”

  Ian’s face closed down. She knew he wasn’t going to say anymore.

  “It’s a nickname. Please forget I mentioned it. I really can’t talk about this. I’m sorry.”

  “I understand. I really do. I’m just glad you think it’s not the same guy. If it was, I would be afraid he would come after me again.”

  He reached behind her and unclipped her wrists, massaging her shoulders.

  “Maybe you should come stay with me for a little while. Just until we catch this guy, of course.”

  She arched an eyebrow. “Of course. I guess I would be spending a lot of time naked should I take you up on this offer.”

  He nodded. “Probably. I told you I like a naked sub. It’s still warm this time of year in Florida. Clothes would just get in the way.”

  She rolled her eyes. “So logical. I’ll think about it.”

  Ian’s eyes narrowed. Shit, she was in trouble. She played their conversation back in her head to find where it had gone wrong, but couldn’t see it.

  “Rolling your eyes at your Dom is a bad idea, little slave. You need a paddling for your blatant show of disrespect. In addition to the punishment you already earned that day at lunch. Teasing me is never a good idea. Let’s get you over to the spanking bench.”

  She followed his gaze to the leather-covered contraption in the corner. He dropped her leash so she could walk around it, examining it from all angles. It was easy to see her ass was going to be in the air and vulnerable.

  He beckoned to her. “First, we need to remove your leash. Kneel before me and ask me humbly to take off your leash.”

  She swallowed and did as he commanded. She knew from her reading this was going to hurt like a bitch, but her body was already humming with arousal at the promise of the erotic pain.

  “I didn’t put them on all that tightly, but they’ve been on awhile and this is really going to hurt, slave. Ask me for it.”

  She licked her lips, her honey dripping down her thighs. “Master, please remove my leash. I’m ready for the pain.”

  He indicated she should stand, and reached for the first clamp. “I doubt you’re ready for the pain, slave. I’ll help you this time.”

  Before she knew what was happening he had pulled her to her feet, unscrewed one clamp, tossing it aside, and replacing it with his mouth. He sucked as the blood rushed back to the sore nubs. She grabbed his head as her knees buckled. The sensation was overwhelming, pleasure and pain all mixed up. She had barely caught her breath when he repeated his actions on the other side. A moan slipped from her lips and a gush of cream leaked from her pussy.

  He held her up until her legs could hold her. “Good girl. You were very brave. I’m proud of you.”

  “Thank you, Master.” Her voice was shaky and she tried to steady herself, taking a deep breath. There wasn’t much time to catch her breath before he was leading her to the bench. He helped her kneel on the padded base of the bench. Her ankles and knees were efficiently strapped down, and his hand pressed on the middle of her back, pressing her onto the cool leather. She breathed deeply, her nostrils teased with the smell of Ian, leather, and lilacs from The Estate grounds.

  Her arms were stretched out wide, as if she was playing airplane, and clipped into place. He stroked her spine softly, his rough fingertips sending arrows of pleasure directly to her cunt and clit.

  “Do you need to use your safeword, Tori? It’s okay if you do. There’s no shame in using it.”

  It was comforting to know she could use it at any time. She trusted all play would immediately stop, but she didn’t want to stop it now. She craved this spanking. She needed it.

  “No, Master. I’m green.”<
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  “Very well. Let’s get you into position.”

  He reached under the platform where her legs were cuffed and flipped a switch, sending her thighs wide apart. A warm breeze from the trees ran over her overheated pussy and teased her clit. She wriggled on the platform, inviting his hand on her ass cheek. He reached under the bench supporting her torso and angled it downward, pushing her ass even higher in the air.

  “Perfect. Now you’re ready for your spanking.”

  She heard him open his bag, and then he was holding a wood and leather paddle in front of her.

  “Kiss it, slave.”

  She pressed her lips to the leather nervously. He’d always spanked her with his hand. Tonight was going to be different. This must be what he meant by pushing her boundaries. He rubbed her bottom, getting blood to the surface. This was his usual procedure, so it wasn’t a shock when his fingers delved into her drenched pussy and played with her clit.

  “If you want to come, you have to take your punishment. Are you ready, slave?”

  “Yes, Master.” She was nervous but excited.

  “Ask me humbly to punish you.”

  This was harder than the actual spanking. He made her request her own punishment. She was logical enough to know why he was doing it. It was a signal she wanted the spanking. She didn’t have to enjoy asking for it, however. She took a deep breath.

  “Please, Master, punish me for my transgressions.”

  “Do you deserve to be punished, slave?”

  Out of the corner of her eye, she could see they had attracted a small crowd. His voice was laced with steel and his hand was firm on the small of her back. Lisa and Brianne had made it clear. Her actions reflected on her Dominant. She wouldn’t let him down. They’d agreed to the rules, and she’d broken them.

  “Yes, Master. I deserve it.” Her voice was clear and strong. She heard a murmur of approval from the onlookers.

  “Then you shall be punished. A paddling for your disrespect. No set count. We’ll go until your ass is nicely hot and your attitude is adjusted.”

  He made her wait. He paced back and forth, taking her in at every angle. Finally, he stepped to her left, rubbing her ass cheeks again. She flexed her hands in the restraints, impatient to get the punishment underway.

  When the first strike came, it took her breath away. The paddle landed with a resounding thud on her bottom, and it quickly turned to heat. She tried to arch her back, begging for more and letting him know how much she wanted it. Each stroke of the paddle ratcheted up the heat on her ass cheeks until they felt like they were on fire. She was pulling against the restraints restlessly, needing respite for a moment.

  “Where are we, slave?”

  Tori panted. “Green, Master. Very close to yellow.”

  His hand stroked her hair. He bent low to whisper in her ear, his breath warm and comforting. “Will you be displaying any more disrespect, slave?”

  “No, Master. I will respect you.”

  “Good girl. Time for your reward. You took your punishment well. I always reward good behavior. I think you need to come.”

  Tori’s ass, nipples, cunt, and clit burned and tingled. She needed to come more than she needed to breathe.

  “Please, Master.”

  “I love it when you beg. It’s time for you to scream.”

  * * * *

  Ian dropped the paddle into the leather bag and knelt between her spread thighs. They were shiny with her honey and her clit swollen out of its hood. It left him in no doubt regarding how much she’d enjoyed her paddling.

  He ran his tongue along her folds and heard her indrawn breath. She was already on the edge, and playing with her would be cruel, no matter how much he loved her sweet cream in his mouth and the musky smell of her arousal. He let his tongue wander to the swollen nub and circled it over and over, feeling her body tremble on the brink.

  “Come for me, Tori.”

  He closed his mouth around her clit and sucked gently. Her scream reverberated through the outdoors, echoing off the canopy of trees. Honey gushed from her pussy and her body tensed, her fingers and toes curled. He played with her cunt as she came down, licking and nipping at her inner thighs. He stood and massaged her thighs and back, her skin soft and smooth.

  “Where are we, slave?”

  For a moment, he didn’t think she was going to answer. “Green, Master.”

  “Good girl. One more toy and then I’m going to fuck you hard. Do you want that?”

  Her voice was breathless but excited. “Yes, Master. Please fuck me hard.”

  He pulled the small plug from his bag and dripped lube over it, soaking it completely. If she’d never had anything there, he would need to have patience as she took her first plug. He patted her bright red bottom.

  “I’m going to insert a beginner butt plug, Tori. I want you to relax and push out against it. Can you do that for me?”

  She was trying to strain her neck to see it but was restrained too well.

  “Yes, Master.”

  He walked around and held the plug so she could see it.

  “You wanted to see it? It’s the smallest they make, with a flared end so it will stay in place. You’re going to wear it until we get home tonight.”

  He didn’t imagine her eyes growing darker with arousal. She was starting to climb to orgasm again and he’d barely touched her. She was an incredibly passionate woman, and he was grateful he was the recipient of those emotions.

  She nodded, apparently satisfied. He returned to his position behind her and spread her cheeks, pressing the plug against her back hole. He dripped more lube down her crack and pressed gently but insistently. She was panting and tensing her legs.

  “Relax for me. You’re too tense. Push out.”

  He heard her take a breath, and then the tight ring of muscles gave way and the plug slid into place. He pressed a kiss on each rosy ass cheek.

  “Excellent. How does it feel?”

  “Full. I feel full.”

  He chuckled. When he eventually fucked her there, she was going to think this plug was a walk in the park. She didn’t know what full really meant.

  “It’s a good starter plug. We’ll work up to taking my cock. Are you in any pain, slave?”

  She was starting to move restlessly in the restraints.

  “No, Master. I just need you to fuck me. The plug is making me tingle, and I need your cock.”

  She liked having something in her ass. She was going to love it when he took her there.

  He grabbed a condom and suited up, lining his cock up with her dripping cunt.

  “Fucking starts now.”

  He thrust to the hilt in one stroke.

  “Yes!” Tori screamed her approval. He didn’t bother to start slow. He fucked her hard and fast, riding her rough, her hot, wet pussy hugging him tightly and sending his libido through the roof. He could fuck her forever, stay in her snug cunt all night, feeling it milk his cock. He felt the pressure building in his balls and knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer.

  His head fell back and he stared at the ceiling, trying to think mundane, boring thoughts to hold off his climax. He’d managed to hold back the tide when she tightened her pussy on his dick rhythmically and he cursed, feeling his balls draw up tight.

  He reached around and pinched her clit, sending her over the edge. She screamed his name, her cunt clamping down on his cock. The ripples from her orgasm did him in. His climax ripped from his balls and shot hot and fast into the condom. His entire body froze, the intensity of pleasure more than he’d ever experienced. He loved fucking this woman.

  When it was over, their bodies were bathed in sweat. The smell of sex hung in the night air. Ian pulled from her body regretfully. He felt complete when he was inside her, giving them pleasure. He quickly disposed of the condom and removed her restraints. She was limp and sated with a dreamy smile on her face.

  Hell, I’ve probably got the same look on mine.

  He wrapped he
r in a blanket and carried her over to the nearest couch, cuddling her close and pressing chaste kisses to her forehead and cheek, her skin petal soft under his lips. She needed to be treated like something precious and rare. Her gift of submission must be acknowledged and rewarded.

  He lifted her chin so he could see in her gorgeous green eyes.

  “Thank you, Tori. Your submission is such a treasure.”

  Her smile was blinding.

  “You’re welcome. I never thought it could be like this.”

  “It’s never been like this before. At least for me. I’m going to take you home and give you a bubble bath, feed you, cuddle you, maybe give you a back rub. How does that sound?”

  She giggled and his heart squeezed in his chest. “Like I won the lottery. How did I get so lucky?”

  He pressed his lips to hers, her taste sweet and warm. “I’m the lucky one. Let’s go home.”

  Chapter Eight

  Ian shoved his cell phone in his pocket and headed for the precinct exit. It had been a long, frustrating day of getting nowhere on The Boyfriend. He was taking Tori to dinner tonight with some of her book-club friends and their husbands. The last week, having her at his house, had been wonderful.

  She challenged his ideas and took him out of his comfort zone regarding politics, religion, family, books, and even movies. Sometimes, she challenged him not because she disagreed but to yank his chain and make him explain why he believed what he did. She was logical, brilliant, and she could argue with him for hours about any subject. He adored a woman who could tie him up in intellectual knots.

  As long as he got to tie her up in real ones.

  They’d worked out a treaty of sorts. All day they were equals, but when the dinner dishes were done, Tori would strip to her bare skin and be submissive. It was the perfect compromise. One which brought them both a great deal of pleasure.

  He grinned as he remembered two nights ago when her sons had called her from college. She’d scrambled to cover herself with a throw from the couch as if they could see her through the phone. He’d behaved while she talked to her boys but then tied her to his four-poster bed and ravished her afterward.