The King of Infierno

by Jasmine Hill

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Donovan awoke with a throbbing cock. It was hard and insistent. Just thinking and dreaming about Makayla submitting to him was driving him wild with lust. Of course, she’d always been compliant, perfectly so, but there was a difference between compliance and pure submission. Against his better judgment, he was going to train her. Fuck, what choice did she give him? Either he agreed, or she’d find another Dominant, and he knew that there’d be a long list of fucking assholes ready and willing. The mere thought of it made his blood boil. There was no way he would allow anyone else to touch her, particularly not in that way. He only trusted himself in that capacity.

  He knew he was a good Dominant, one of the best at reading his submissives and predicting how far to take them, what they needed and when. He couldn’t deny that the thought of having Makayla in every way was a huge turn-on. He was going to be her first for so many experiences—it truly was a gift. He’d been reluctant to admit it before, but he would now—she was precious to him. He wouldn’t give her up for anything.

  Before the events of the previous night and their chat that morning, he’d been loath to address his feelings, worried that if she discovered the real Donovan, she’d run from him, and he’d convinced himself that it would be better for her in the end. Things were different now and the goalposts had moved. Now he was aware of her true desires—albeit desires that Makayla had only recently discovered in herself—but needs, just the same. He would be the man to fulfill those needs for her—him and only him—and her training would begin today.

  * * * *

  Makayla awoke from her nap to find her wrists tied to the bedframe, Donovan standing beside her and staring down, his expression impassive. A flutter of fear and anxiety hit her belly and spread outward. This was Donovan in Dominant mode, and the sight both intimidated and thrilled her. He wore only his cargo shorts, his glorious chest bare and heaving with his deep breathing.

  “Do you understand safe words, baby?” he asked, his voice rough.

  “Yes. I read about them.”

  “Good. That’s very important. You have to appreciate that you hold the ultimate power here. I can’t do anything that you don’t want me to do. I can’t take you further than you can handle. As your Dom, it’s my responsibility to understand you, to read your wants and desires, to predict your needs. That’s where safe words come in. If you can’t handle something or don’t like something, and God forbid that I’ve misread you, you say your safe word and I stop immediately. Do you understand?”

  She nodded.

  “Answer me, angel,”

  “Yes, I understand.”

  “Yes, what?”

  She looked at him in confusion. What else did he want from her?

  He smirked. “You call me Sir, Master or Mr. King. Take your pick.”

  She gave him a wide-eyed look. Was he serious?

  He chuckled. “Look at those beautiful violet eyes shimmering with confusion and uncertainty. It makes me hard just looking at you like that. This is part of the deal, baby. You can’t choose some bits and leave out others. A D/s relationship is all or nothing, at least it is for me.”

  “I’m sorry, Sir,” she whispered.

  He grinned triumphantly, his eyes glittering with raw hunger. “That’s my girl. Now, what is your safe word? You can choose anything.”

  She couldn’t think. Her mind was in a jumble, excitement and anticipation warming her blood. She’d read something about safe words and decided that the most common one was the easiest. “Red,” she said. “I know it’s boring, but I can’t think of anything else.”

  “Well, I’m hoping that you won’t ever have to use it, so boring doesn’t matter as long as you remember it. I’m going to go easy on you, baby. This is your first experience with BDSM. I need to recognize your limits, your desires and your needs—that won’t happen overnight.” He bent and slipped a finger between her wrist and the scarf that he’d used to bind her. “Is it too tight?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Good. Today we use scarves. Later, we’ll graduate to handcuffs and other things.” He produced a black scarf from his pocket. “I’m going to blindfold you now. I want you to focus on what I’m doing to you.”

  He tied the material around her head, covering her eyes. Her heart rate sped up as anxiety trickled down her spine.

  “Relax, baby,” he coaxed soothingly.

  Music started playing, something soft and sensual that she didn’t recognize. She deepened her breathing and calmed her hammering heart, allowing the music to wash over her.

  She gasped as a sharp pain centered on her nipple—Donovan pinching her.

  “Is that too much?” he murmured, his breath hot at her ear.

  “No, Sir.”

  The pain increased, sending sharp tingles shooting directly to her core. She groaned and arched her back.

  “Nipple clamps will work well for you,” he stated with satisfaction. His fingers were replaced with something warm and wet—his mouth as he sucked her tortured nipple, laving the turgid peak with his tongue.

  “Oh, fuck,” she muttered, and was rewarded with a swift slap to her thigh.

  “Oh, baby. Curse words coming out of that sweet little mouth is paradoxical. Like an angel being bad. I hate it and love it at the same time.” His breath warmed the damp flesh where his tongue had been, peaking her nipple further. “Don’t go overboard with the dirty mouth, though. I don’t want to punish you already.”

  She felt the mattress shift as he climbed onto the bed.

  “Stay still. If you move, I’ll bind your legs. Don’t come until I tell you to.”

  Suddenly his mouth was on her pussy, sucking and licking, his tongue twirling around her clit relentlessly. She arched beneath him, forgetting his instructions.

  “Don’t move,” he demanded against her core. “You need to absorb the pleasure and control your reactions.”

  She struggled to stay still, the vibrations of his voice against her center and his swirling tongue too much. She breathed deeply, trying to work through the sensations gripping her insides.

  He added a finger, plunging in and out of her so she could hear her slickness, even over the music. He added another finger and used his tongue to massage her clit, sucking it into his mouth.

  Oh God, she was close. Her internal muscles tightened, signaling her imminent orgasm. She couldn’t hold on any longer and just when she was about to give in, to allow the sweet release to take hold, Donovan pulled away. She moaned in frustration as her impending orgasm receded, leaving in its wake an unfulfilled throbbing.

  “I know when you’re close, baby.” His voice was at her ear again. “You tense your muscles, your breath hitches and I can feel the pulses start in your sweet pussy. You also hold your breath—did you realize that? You were going to disobey me. You were very close to giving in to your desires and you were going to come without my permission, weren’t you?”

  She didn’t answer. She was too busy trying to control the raging need swamping her. She wanted to cross her legs, but she knew he wouldn’t like that. The throbbing in her core was an ache now and not a pleasant one, almost painful as it radiated throughout her lower belly.

  “Answer me,” he demanded.

  “Yes, Sir,” she sobbed. “I was going to come.”

  Suddenly he flipped her over onto her stomach, the binding at her wrists allowing it easily. She gasped in surprise as he lifted her hips, raising her ass in the air.

  “Keep your elbows on the bed,” he ordered from behind her.

  She felt him massage her cheeks, his palm large, flat and seeming impossibly big against her backside.

  “Remember your safe word,” he instructed. “I’m going to spank you. It’s also a test to see how much you can take, comfortably. If it’s too much, you need to say your safe word. You were going to disobey me, so you need to control your responsiveness.” He chuckled, still running a hand over the cheeks of her ass. “Don’t get me wrong, I
fucking love that you’re so responsive to me, but you need to learn to manage it, angel. Or it will control you, and trust me, when it comes, when that release finally barrels down on you, it will be that much sweeter.”

  A frisson of fear mixed with excitement rippled down her spine. He was going to spank her. She was nervous but pleasantly so—she wanted this. She wanted something similar to what Donovan had so easily given to that submissive at the club.

  Suddenly, he slapped her ass, hard. She yelped and jumped, the shock more than any pain causing her to gasp. He followed the first with three quick successive smacks, the sharp tingles radiating outward. He slid his hand across her ass, soothing and massaging the sting.

  “How many?” he murmured. “I think ten will suffice. Are you okay?”

  She nodded.

  He slapped her again on the right cheek then on the left, alternating the smacks and never quite hitting the same spot twice. She wriggled as a pleasurable heat spread through her. She enjoyed being spanked, enjoyed the bite of pain and the feel of his palm on her backside.

  “Your ass is so pink now, baby. So beautifully warmed by me.” His voice was tight with need.

  His last slap landed on the juncture between her thighs, forcing a low moan from deep in her throat. He sank two fingers into her and groaned. “You’re so wet. You liked the spanking. Not much of a punishment if you liked it.”

  He continued to plunge his fingers in and out of her, her slickness causing squelching noises. “Oh fuck,” he muttered. “I have to have you. I give you permission to come.”

  She felt him on the mattress behind her, then he was slamming into her, plunging balls deep until she was sure he’d hit her cervix. They groaned in unison. He was so deep it was almost painful. He withdrew to the tip and plunged again, hard. That was it, she was so worked up the orgasm hit her without lead-up or warning. Suddenly her insides convulsed, undulating and contracting around his thick cock. She shuddered and cried out as the ecstasy washed over her, sending waves of pleasure rippling outward. He picked up the tempo, grasping her hips and yanking her back onto his erection, growling like a wild animal. She allowed him to manipulate her body, twisting and jerking her until, with a load groan in her ear, he was shooting deep inside her, calling her name, shuddering and rotating his hips as he worked through his orgasm.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Donovan stared down at a sleeping Makayla. She was exhausted and he was very close to fucking her to death. He couldn’t seem to keep his hands to himself around her.

  While she’d been napping that afternoon, he’d slipped out and had gone to Chueca to one of his favorite sex shops. He’d discuss it further with her over dinner, but he needed to be sure that she wanted to experiment in BDSM for the right reasons and not just because she thought it was what he wanted. If she was serious about the submissive training, then he wanted to initiate her into using toys, slowly and with no big leaps. The idea sent an erotic thrill coursing through him, forcing his cock to stand at attention and tightening his balls. The idea of his sweet, innocent angel wearing nipple clamps and a butt plug was enough to make him come on the spot. He scrubbed a hand through his hair. Shit, he had to get a hold of himself. He was acting like a fucking virgin schoolboy.

  He strode to the walk-in closet and chose a dress for Makayla, a deep purple, a color he loved her in. The plunging, almost non-existent neckline that the personal shopper seemed to have an obsession with would complement her pert breasts perfectly. The style was different, almost Grecian. The wide fabric straps connected directly to the waistline and formed the covering for the breasts, going up directly over the shoulders and connecting with the waist at the back. It was calf-length and made of some sort of floaty fabric. He couldn’t wait to see her in it.

  He wandered back into the bedroom and knelt by the bed, brushing Makayla’s hair off her forehead.

  “Wake up, baby,” he said softly and dropped a kiss on her lips.

  She moaned and fluttered her lids, finally focusing her sleepy, gorgeous eyes on him. “What time is it?” she asked.

  Her usual husky voice, made huskier from sleep, sent a lightning bolt straight to his cock.

  She sat up and yawned, stretching her arms above her head and dislodging the sheet. It pooled around her waist, exposing her creamy breasts, peaked by tight red nipples. He groaned, his mouth watering. He loved her breasts and they fit perfectly in his hands. He adored the plump feel of them in his mouth as he sucked them.

  “It’s eight o’clock. You have to have a shower, angel.” Longing tightened his voice. “If you don’t get out of that bed now, I’ll be joining you in it and we’ll miss dinner.”

  She dove out of bed, her tight little ass swaying sexily as she made her way to the bathroom. He’d turned the water on already and had contemplated joining her, but decided against it, knowing that it would make them late, and he supposed that he should give her a break from his cock for a while. They’d been in bed for most of the day and they needed some fresh air and a change of scenery.

  He leaned against the bathroom wall and watched her soaping herself—crazy, really, given that he wanted nothing more than to dive on her again—but it was a personal test in self-control. He’d watch her and crave her, but he wouldn’t do anything about it, for now at least.

  She turned to face him, running soapy circles around her belly with the sponge. White, frothy bubbles slid down her tummy and hips to catch in the blonde curls between her thighs. Fuck, this was a huge lesson in restraint. His shaft throbbed and ached to be buried inside her sweet, tight cunt. He lifted his gaze to her breasts and watched, almost mesmerized, as creamy soapsuds dripped from her erect nipples like drops of cum. Next time he fucked her, he decided, he’d come all over her plump breasts.

  “You know, no one has ever watched me shower before,” she murmured in her husky voice.

  He leveled a hard stare at her. “I should fucking hope not.”

  He straightened and stepped toward the open cubicle then raised his hands to grasp the bar across the top, his bare chest bulging and rippling.

  She gave him a lust-filled look and licked her full, pouty lips.

  “Just remember, baby,” he said, his voice low and menacing. “I’ll be the only one to ever see this gorgeous sight.”

  She huffed a breath out at him and rolled her eyes. He’d have to nip that little habit in the bud if she wanted to be his submissive. Good little submissives didn’t eye-roll their Doms. He knew she was exasperated at his possessiveness, and truth be told, he didn’t know why he felt like he needed to remind her that he was the only one for her, but he did. He’d never felt so insecure before, as if at any moment someone was going to take her away from him, or she’d leave of her own accord, and that possibility scared the shit out of him. To give himself some semblance of security, he reminded her at every possible opportunity that she was his. He would also have to acknowledge that he belonged to her, irrecoverably so. He couldn’t imagine another woman would come close to making him feel like Makayla did. Once he’d tasted, and taken, that sweet innocence, he was done for—she’d ruined him for other women. She was smart, gorgeous, sweet, compliant… The list went on, his perfect woman wrapped up in a phenomenal sexy package. No wonder he was so fucking insecure where she was concerned. She had that thing, that unnamable something that men and women alike couldn’t seem to ignore. Men lusted after her and women stared with a mixture of jealousy and fascination.

  Donovan shook himself out of his reverie and walked into the bedroom to finish getting ready.

  Makayla emerged from the bathroom some minutes later. She’d twisted her hair into a large topknot and applied light makeup, highlighting her eyes. He studied her and decided that he approved of her hair. He’d initially envisioned it left down and cascading around her shoulders, but he liked the quirkiness of the topknot.

  He pointed to the bed where he’d laid out her dress and selected a pair of very high, strappy heels with Jimmy Choo writ
ten on the insole. Donovan had no idea who the hell Jimmy was but he definitely liked his fuck-me heels.

  Makayla quirked an eyebrow at him. “You’ve chosen what you want me to wear?”

  “Yes. Don’t question it, angel.”

  She shrugged. “I don’t mind. It makes it easier for me and the dress is lovely.” She stopped and gave him a flirty look, batting her eyelashes. “I also like that I’ll be wearing something you chose for me.”

  In two strides, he was standing in front of her. He whipped the towel from her body and grasped her around her upper arms, pulling her into him. He bent his head to hers and kissed her, snaking his tongue out to lick the seam of her lips, tasting strawberries. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned. “You taste so good.”

  She giggled sweetly. “It’s my lip gloss.”

  “Well, tell me what brand it is and I’ll buy a truckload. I can’t get enough of you.” He deepened the kiss, bending her backward over his arm and delving into her mouth with his tongue. Finally, he straightened and gazed down at her, grinning at her heavy-lidded, lust-filled gaze. He steadied her on her feet and slapped her backside. “Get dressed, and no underwear.”

  “What?”

  “You heard me. It’s quite common, baby, and you’ve done it before. I’m sure half the women in the restaurant won’t be wearing underwear and no one could tell. But I’ll know my girl isn’t wearing any and it’ll drive me fucking wild. Having you sitting next to me with nothing between us but the fabric of your dress… It’s another test to my willpower. I’m determined to push my limits.”

  Donovan left her to finish getting dressed and waited for her in the sitting room. He was checking his text messages when she emerged a few minutes later, and his breath hitched at the sight of her. She looked stunning, as usual. The dress fit her perfectly and he could see her navel and the smooth skin of her flat stomach. Her breasts pillowed out of the sides of the gathered straps slightly, giving a glimpse of what lay underneath. Shit, what was he thinking, encouraging her to wear that?