Make Me: An Erotic BDSM Romance

by Cate Bellerose

  I sigh. The dishes won’t do themselves. I think of Dawn while I rinse off the sticky syrup and load the dishwasher. Where are we heading? She’s interested. Even I get it, though last night wasn’t about that.

  I’m interested. That’s what scares the shit outta me. Beautiful, sassy, able to take a solid spanking while she twitches so enticingly under... aw Jesus, more of this and I’ll have to go rub one out. Fuck, she turns me on.

  Maybe a little fling wouldn’t hurt? Hell, I know where that ends. Never been one to get in and out; once I’m in, I’m stuck good. It would be so good to be stuck in her, though. The wiggle of her ass as she left down the hallway’s still fresh in my mind.

  Then there’s Viv. She wants back together, and damn, she looks good. Even after everything, it was fucking hard to tell her no, but I don’t wanna go back down that rabbit hole. She says she’s changed. I don’t believe a word of it, but man, we did have some good times. It’s dumb and crazy, unless I let my little head do the thinking.

  It’s when I toss out the paper napkins I notice the bag. What’s this? Donuts? Where did they come from? I open it. Crullers. Viv used to run downstairs and get us a bag on Saturdays, early, before I got up. But how would Dawn know about that?

  The doorbell.

  Viv was here. Who else? Had to have been, and Dawn lied about it. My grin spreads. The little minx was jealous. She does like me. There’s my ego boost for the day.

  Oh well, gotta get to the club. Get things set up. I’ve got a punishment to plan.

  She’s fucking gorgeous. Blue dress that matches her eyes that stops mid-thigh, only thin straps keeping it on. I’m already dying to slip those off, one shoulder at a time. She’s a dash of color in a sea of black leather, black makeup, black hair, black everything. It’s like no one thinks BDSM can be fun anymore. All serious and angsty. And then there’s Dawn.

  Her blonde hair’s put up, pinned with a fancy chopstick and exposing her neck, only a couple of curls allowed to hang down to frame her face. I love that look. Prim and proper, though her bright red lipstick paints the naughty girl underneath. The girl that sticks her ass out and begs for more spankings. The girl I’m going to show who’s boss in just a few minutes. I have to adjust myself at the thought.

  A lot of heads turn to her, many of them staring with hungry eyes. Better get down there before I have to make things awkward. Getting up from the bar, I approach. I know my eyes are as hungry as anyone’s. I can feel it, deep in my gut.

  She spots me and her face lights up. Those dimples are so fucking cute. Cute and sexy. I’m so on edge tonight, I’m not sure we’ll even make it to our play area before I take her. Shit, I want to, so bad, but we’re not ready. We’ll be in public, and that’s kind of a big step to be taking when put on the spot. Next time, we’ll do this in private.

  Shit, I’m already thinking of her as mine. I think she wants to be. Fuck, I know she does. My mind keeps telling me it’s not my gig, that I’m done with relationships, that it’ll just get all fucked up, but my dick leads me straight to her. And maybe my heart. Fucking hell.

  “Hi.” Her smile’s contagious. “I’m looking for the Sexiest Dom Alive. Maybe you could help me find him?”

  “Pretty sure he’s somewhere in the back room. Maybe I can show you the way?”

  “Really? This isn’t just a trick to get me alone, is it? You look a bit like the unsavory sort.”

  “Girls get punished for a lot less than that around here, you realize that, right? Especially gorgeous, sexy ones like you.”

  “Really? Punished? Well, if you put it like that...”

  “You coming, then?”

  She laughs. “Totally.”

  I take her hand, pulling her along. It’s so tiny in mine. Fuck, I haven’t been this eager to play in... well, no idea when, really. She’s in for it tonight.

  “You’ve been a naughty girl, you know.”

  She follows eagerly. “Oh, have I now? What did I do?”

  “Well, for one you didn’t tell me the truth about my visitor this morning.” My arm is yanked as she stops. Her mouth is open halfway, her face flushing.

  “Um...” I love how she chews her lip when she’s nervous. “I... no, guess I didn’t. You found the crullers, huh?”

  “I did. Come on, it’s right over here.” She follows, but reluctantly.

  “So... um, before I let you tie me up and have your way with me... on a scale of one to ten, how pissed are you?”

  I laugh. “Pissed? Not really. Disappointed? A little. Just enough to put you through your paces, but nothing you can’t handle.” I look her right in the eyes. “I think.”

  “Oh.” She fidgets with her hands. No idea if the blush is embarrassment or excitement. Hopefully a little of both, but more than anything, I want the brat.

  “Oh? You’re not going to apologize right away, are you? It’s so much more fun beating it out of you.”

  She grins at that, understanding. “Fuck no. She doesn’t deserve your time. Not my fault you’re too stupid to see it.”

  I pull her close so she’s forced to look up at me, then yank the chopstick out of her hair. “I’m so going to make you fucking regret mouthing off, and you’re going to love every second of it.”

  “Cocky, aren’t you? Compensating for something?” Her eyes sparkle, and her lopsided grin has mischief written all over it.

  “Oh, baby.” I thread my fingers slowly through her hair, gently until I’m cupping the back of her head, then I make a fist, capturing her blond locks with my hand. She squeaks when I yank, forcing her to follow. “This is gonna hurt you a lot more than it’ll hurt me, but it’s for your own good.”

  Our play area is cordoned off, right in the middle of the crowd. I don’t play at these parties often, but when I do, I like to do it right, and I like a good audience. They’re already gathering, like sharks around a sinking lifeboat.

  Once we’re inside, I let her take in our spot. I have cuffs hanging from the ceiling, adjustable to give her a little stretch. There’s a bench I can strap her to, and a rack filled with toys. Not a full dungeon maybe, but more than enough to keep us busy. Her eyes go wide.

  “All this? For me?” She leers at me. “You shouldn’t have.”

  “It was the least I could do.”

  “No, seriously. You shouldn’t have. I can’t imagine you even know what to do with this stuff. These toys are for grownups.”

  “You know your safewords?” I put as much menace into my words as I can.

  She rolls her eyes, making sure I see it. “Yeah, yeah. Yellow for slow down. Red for stop. Blue for your balls. Green for go.”

  “Oh, you don’t decide when we go. I call the shots now.”

  “I think you’re just words. Small words, since I don’t think you can handle the big ones.” She laughs.

  It’s hard to keep my face straight. She’s good, but I’m better. “Take off your clothes.”

  “No.”

  “You have five seconds to start stripping, or I’ll come over there and cut them off you.” I love how her eyes widen as I go to pick up scissors on the rack. I snip them twice in the air. “Four.”

  She chews her lip again, probably wondering if I’ll actually do it. “No.”

  “Three.”

  “Two.” I step closer, right up against her. “I’m not fucking around, babe.”

  She shivers, but doesn’t say anything.

  “One.” I slide the lower blade underneath her right side dress strap.

  “You won’t dare. No way.”

  Snip.

  The strap falls in two halves, one down her back, the other onto her breast. I haven’t cut her bra strap, at least not yet, but even just the sight of her dress hanging halfway off her is sexy as hell.

  She looks at me with big eyes, as if she can’t quite believe I actually did it. “That’s one of my favorite dresses.”

  Fuck it. I’ll buy her three new ones. “Was.”

  Snip.

  The
other strap goes and the dress catches on her breasts, the only thing that keeps it from sliding all the way off. I give it a tug, and the pretty blue fabric pools around her shoes. Fuck, she looks hot. So vulnerable, but the way she keeps her chin raised, the set of her jaw. She’s not done fighting me, and I love that.

  “Your bra.”

  She draws a sharp breath. “My bra?” Her voice has lost a bit of its sting. I’m pushing new boundaries, but she can take it. Her nervous glances at the curious crowd around us aren’t lost on me, though.

  I whisper in her ear so only she can hear me. “You can always use a safeword, but you can do this. And you’ll love it.”

  She shudders at my words and her blush deepens. Goddamn, I’m gonna keep her blushing through the whole scene if I can. Looking straight ahead, past the crowd, she answers loud enough for them to hear. “No.”

  Just a simple word, but hearing it from her makes me so damn hard. Her undies are pale blue, embroidered and lacy. Delicate and sexy as hell, and part of me doesn’t want to ruin them. Only a small part, though, ‘cause the rest of me wants to cut them off her, watch them fall away.

  It’s a snug fit for the scissors under her bra strap, just above the shoulder. “You know I mean it.”

  Her breath comes faster. She wets her lips. She looks terrified, but there’s no safeword, only silent denial.

  Snip.

  One down, one to go. “You’re so fucking beautiful. It’s a shame to hide that body away.”

  Snip.

  Her large breasts sag just a little once the only support left is the back strap. I could undo the hooks, but the bra’s ruined anyway. The scissors are more fun.

  Snip.

  She tenses as the lacy silk falls to the floor, revealing those gorgeous tits. Full and firm, and topped by two tight nipples that look about as hard as my cock. I want to palm them, squeeze them, take them in my mouth, but I won’t. It’s just a scene, though my so-called professionalism is fading quickly. She makes me want to do all the things I promised myself I wouldn’t.

  “Should I even bother to ask if you’re going to take off your panties for me?”

  Chewing her lip. Love it. She draws a deep breath, the slow rise and fall of her breasts hypnotic. Her voice is quiet. “You’d be wasting your breath.”

  “Thought so.”

  Snip. Snip.

  I’d draw it out further, but fuck, I wanna see her. For her to be seen. She’s so wet that the tiny garment clings to her even after I’ve cut the sides. Then it falls, reluctantly, and she’s bare. So fucking beautiful.

  “Spread your legs. Shoulder width.” I put all the steel and command I can into my voice, but she resists. Perfect.

  I want to run, I’m so eager, but I force myself to walk calmly to the rack. Scissors down, riding crop up. A test swing, a swish through the air just behind her so I’m sure she’s heard it. She jumps at the sound.

  I move behind her and touch the flexible end, the keeper, to her ankle and slide it up slowly, teasing her skin the whole way. Goosebumps rise and a shiver runs through her. “You will spread your legs.”

  “Make me.” She’s defiant but her voice quivers.

  I grin broadly, even if she can’t see it. “Oh, I will.”

  Once the crop reaches her mid-thigh, I flick it twice, back and forth, connecting with the sensitive skin. Not so hard, but enough to sting, enough to make the smacks of leather on flesh audible. Her legs spread just barely, reluctantly.

  “More.” I strike harder. She draws a sharp breath but doesn’t move. I strike again, and this time red marks stand out against the insides of her soft thighs. I get a little more, but she’s still not standing wide enough.

  There’s not much room for leverage between her legs, but as I move around to her side, I let fly a couple of solid smacks against her ass. Her hands rush behind her to cover up, but the red marks are already there, two beautiful blushing rectangles on the left cheek.

  She finally steps out to shoulder width. “Fine!” She tries to sound contrary, unaffected, but the huskiness in her voice gives her away.

  “Good girl.” I pick up a remote from the rack, hitting a button that starts the motor that lowers the cuffs above her head until they hover just above her. She cranes her neck and eyes them nervously.

  “Arms up.” She doesn’t move, so I tag her overarms with the crop. Not too hard, but enough to smart. “Up!” This time she obeys.

  The leather cuffs have buckles that make them easy to secure, even around her small wrists. I flick the remote, pulling them back up until her heels lift from the floor. I love a dangling sub, but I want to take my time. Back down on her feet, but just barely.

  Her eyes follow me as I stalk around her, admiring her stretched body from every angle. Gorgeous. Beautiful. Quivering in anticipation, maybe a little fear. Her mouth partially open, painted red and inviting. Her gaze is steady, meeting mine. The brat’s still in there. Perfect.

  She smiles when I pull my t-shirt over my head, and her eyes look as hungry as mine. Hell, I’d get naked, but don’t trust myself. Fuck. Much as I say I’m done with relationships, I’ve already fallen. We’ll have to talk after the scene, but right now? It’s time for her punishment.

  I move right up to her, so close her nipples graze my stomach. With a finger under her chin, I lift her gaze to mine. There’s a crowd around us, but I don’t see them. It’s just us, her and me, woman and man.

  Her eyes are bright, daring me to take her. They shine with lust. Sliding my hand up to her cheek, I hold her face, her skin hot against mine. So close our noses almost touch, I whisper hoarsely. “I’m going to beat you until you come.”

  She lets out a closed mouth moan, then catches herself. Her lips curl into a mischievous grin. “You’re not man enough to make me come.”

  I pat her cheek a couple of times. “I’ll have you screaming before you know it.”

  She only laughs, but we’ll see who laughs last. I start easy, swatting her ass with the crop with small, quick strikes, painting pretty red patterns on her fair skin. She squirms, but she has nowhere to go.

  “That all you got? My grandmother beats her rugs harder than that.”

  Whack! Sudden and hard, back of her thigh. Now she cries out. Another, right next to it. The other side, twice. Her breathing comes harder, faster.

  Another hard one, right on her ass. “I don’t like it when I’m lied to.”

  She shudders. “I’m not apologizing.”

  “Doesn’t matter. Why would I believe it? You’re getting punished either way. Maybe this way you’ll learn.” God, I hope not.

  I start on her upper back, rapid strikes pelting her flesh. Every so often, I detour suddenly to her ass or thighs with a loud smack, then back up. Each time she yells, but refuses to give.

  Moving to her front, I rest the flat of the keeper on her right breast. I don’t hit it, but rub it against her nipple, the threat there. Her nostrils flare as she breathes, her eyes watching the tip of the crop carefully.

  “You’re fucking hot when you’re nervous, babe.”

  Her eyes flick to me, then back to the crop. I begin to tap, softly, over the top and along the side of her breast. It jiggles wonderfully.

  “They’re just little love taps. What’s that gonna teach me?” Sassy, but her voice is unsteady.

  I hadn’t been sure I would go beyond simple hitting games, but the lust burning in her bright blue eyes has me going crazy. While she eyes the crop, I reach out and squeeze the tight nipple on her other breast, pinching it hard.

  Her eyes go wide, and she shakes in her restraints. “Oh fuck, that hurts!” Often the unexpected is the most effective.

  I slide the crop from her breast, down her side and over her hip until the keeper’s flat against her clit. She pulls away, but has nowhere to go and I follow. Not hitting. Yet. Just keeping contact.

  “I might accept an apology if it comes now and you can make it sound really earnest. But it’d have to be damned good.
” I give her clit a little tap, a warning, or a promise.

  She moans but looks right at me. “And if I...” Her breath hitches. “...don’t?”

  My next tap is harder, forcing a sharp indrawn breath through clenched teeth from her. “Up to you, of course.”

  “Screw you.”

  “Not heartfelt enough.” I tap harder, right between her legs. Again, and again. She shivers and tears up. Each tap gets her squirming away, as far as she can. She gave up on keeping her feet in place a long time ago, but I don’t care. The chase is too much fun, herding her back and forth, watching her stumble in her heels.

  Now that she’s moving, hitting with any accuracy is tough, but I pelt her wide hips, her full thighs and rounded ass with the crop, aiming for the bigger strike zones. Don’t wanna actually hurt her. She squeals and tries to dodge, but I’m a good aim.

  Fuck, I’ve gotta get my hands on her. The crop clatters on the floor as I throw it away. I come in from the side, my left hand grabbing one of her big tits hard and pull her against me. She struggles, which only heightens the feel of her skin against mine as we rub together. Even without the cuffs she wouldn’t stand a chance, but with them I can do exactly what I want.

  Her voice is hoarse. “Groping? I thought this was a punishment.”

  My other hand comes down on her ass with a smack. Flesh on flesh, skin against skin, echoing through the room. “I do what I fucking want. Grab your tits. Grab your wet little cunt.” My voice turns to a rough whisper as speak right into her hair. “Bend you over and fuck my big cock right up your tight ass. Whatever I fucking want.”

  Her moan makes she think she’d let me, too. Fuck professional. Fuck principles. But not this time. She’s gotta be totally fucking on board, before I let myself lose it. Right now, she’ll agree to anything, and I want something real, something I can trust. Doesn’t mean I can’t get her off, though.

  I spank her again, hard. Faster, slower, one cheek, both cheeks, on her thighs. Her reddened skin burns under my hands but I refuse to let up until she’s fucking crying or gives the safeword. I wasn’t kidding about being disappointed about the lying, and we’re going to sort that right fucking now. Then she’ll get her reward.