by Nikki Sloane
I could be bad, but the last thing my family needed was another PR nightmare, especially so soon after Becca’s. My father was strong, but he could only take so much. I stared at Joseph’s dark eyes, silently pleading he wouldn’t put me in a position where I’d have to say no.
“We’ll continue this upstairs.” He threw open his door and buttoned his long coat, hiding the effects of my blowjob.
Thank God we’re going upstairs. I grabbed my glasses, scrambled out onto the sidewalk, and hurried alongside him to the front door.
“Afternoon, Ms. Rosso,” the front desk clerk said. He scanned Joseph with interest, but said nothing.
I nodded a hello and ushered Joseph into the elevator, anxious to get him inside my place. The dull, chrome doors shut, sealing us in together, and I stared at his reflection. There were a lot of things I wanted from Joseph, and right now it was to see his clothes on my floor and his tattoo clenched under my hand, his chest slick with sweat.
I dug my phone out and checked the missed call. Ross. He hadn’t left a message.
Joseph said nothing, and every floor the elevator climbed, I felt my pulse rising with it. Tension thickened like liquid and filled my lungs. What waited for me on the other side of my apartment door, when I was alone with my Dom?
I swallowed a breath when the doors peeled back, and he followed me down the narrow hall to my apartment door on the end. There was no biting comment about how I had a corner unit on the top floor, one of the most expensive apartments in the building. Joseph’s silence and stiff posture were a warning. There’d been hints that something dark lingered below the surface, and it seemed ready to appear.
My hand shook as I put the key in the lock, and he shoved me out of the way, doing it himself to speed us along. I stepped inside, flipped on the light, and the door banged shut behind us. He scanned the room quickly as if looking for something specific, while taking off his coat and tossing it on the back of the couch that jutted out into the room.
The apartment was spacious and boho-chic, and like his, I hoped every inch of it announced it was mine. I enjoyed picking out the little details which made the place my home. Ross had laughed at me when I’d bought mismatched furniture, but I loved the eclectic look. “Do you want the tour?” I asked, my voice faltering as I tried to echo back his confidence when I’d first been in his place.
“No. Strip.”
I exhaled loudly. His intense expression fed into my excitement, and my hands began tugging at my clothes, never mind that we were standing in my living room. The coat came off first. Then the top, followed by the jeans, one leg at a time, and I tossed the clothes beside his coat on my oversized couch. I was already out of breath as I reached for my bra clasp. It sprang free, but his hand came up in a gesture that said for me to stop when I reached for my panties.
“That’s enough. I’ll take those off.”
Yes. I trembled, beyond ready for his touch. Soft lighting glowed from my kitchen, and it made Joseph look darker. Rougher. His hard edge grew in the shadows of his gorgeous face. It was fascinating.
Cool hands locked onto my waist, slipped to the back, and traveled down. I gasped when one of those hands grabbed the back of my underwear and yanked up. Hard. It forced the lace deep in my cleft and between my cheeks, an uncomfortable feeling like he was going to split me in two.
“You seem to have forgotten your place, little girl,” he said. “Who’s in charge here?”
My hands fell on his chest, balling his shirt into my fists. “You, Sir. You’re in charge.”
“Who do you belong to, Noemi? Who owns this pretty, little ass?”
He yanked so hard on the underwear I heard stitches ripping, and I rose up onto the balls of my feet to get relief. It catapulted me into his arms.
“You, Sir,” I cried.
His mouth slammed against mine. Oh my God, it was so hot. He kissed me like he both hated and loved me, and I clung to him, unable to stand on my own. His untamed kiss was paralyzing yet freeing, a contradiction I was beginning to love. Sinking into him relieved me of choices and decisions. All I had to do was submit and feel.
His rough hands released and shoved me so I stumbled backward.
“I’m going to make sure you don’t forget.” His angry, aggressive tone paled in comparison to his actions. He undid his belt and pulled the leather strap free from the loops in one swift motion.
Oh my God. Oh, shit.
I was sure when I was little I’d been spanked when I was bad, but never anything serious. My father’s approach had been subtle. Telling me he was disappointed was far more effective that corporal punishment. An invisible hand squeezed me and made my lungs useless as Joseph folded the belt in half.
“Are you going to hit me with that?” I asked, barely a whisper.
“It depends,” he folded the strap in half again, “entirely on you. Open your mouth.”
It was easy enough. It was hanging open anyway. He took the folded belt and shoved it between my lips. The smell of leather invaded my nose and the taste was bitter.
“Bite down,” he ordered. My teeth closed on the soft leather. “Good.” Fingers burrowed under the lace and pulled my panties down. Once again I was stark naked and he was fully clothed . . . except for the belt he’d shoved in my mouth.
He walked me around so I was facing the front of the couch and guided me forward. I had to put my knees on the couch cushions.
“Lean over the back of the couch.” A hand pressed in my back, urging me into position. “You keep that belt right where I put it. If you drop it or use your hands, Noemi, that’s you giving me permission to use it however I want.”
I shuddered with anticipation. How did he want it? I imagined it slapping against my pale skin. What would that feel like? Why did I want to know? Already my jaw ached from clenching, my lips were uncomfortable, and saliva pooled in my mouth.
His hands gripped my ass that was up, as if presented to him, since my elbows were on the back of the couch.
“We’re going to find a limit today, baby girl. I’ll take you right to the edge and nudge you over.”
Fingers caressed down my slit, brushing over where I hurt for him, and I moaned against the leather. The finger intruded, just the tiniest bit inside, and stopped. I waited for him to do something, but he remained motionless. I pushed my hips back, taking it deeper.
“So eager,” he said. “All right, go on. Fuck my fingers, slut.”
Two fingers shoved inside me and I had to draw in my breath through my nose. The slut comment was shockingly thrilling. I wasn’t a slut for anyone but him.
I worked my body on his fingers, riding them slow at first, but it did nothing to satisfy the heat inside. I wanted more. I needed more, yet I couldn’t ask for it. If I tried to talk, the belt might fall from my teeth, and then . . . what? Did I want that to happen? Yes, a dark part of me answered.
The fingers abruptly retreated from my body, and I moaned at the broken connection. Joseph grabbed his coat and dug in one of the pockets, pulling out a black drawstring pouch.
“You’ll wear this whenever I tell you to, but we’ll see how it fits right now.”
I blinked at the small bag, confused. What could I wear that would fit in something so small? He opened the bag and dumped a silver object into his hand. It was shaped sort of like an acorn, with a thin stem that grew to a wide, jeweled disk.
Last week I wouldn’t have known what it was, but I did now. I’d seen plenty of them on Tumblr. My teeth dug harder into the leather strap as Joseph disappeared from view. I was going to leave marks on his belt, but he’d probably like that.
The oh-so-annoying tremble began in my legs when his hand touched the small of my back. His softly calloused hand trailed down.
“Always so fucking wet. Don’t you like that bare pussy? You get any more turned on and it’ll be running down your leg.” He rubbed his hand over my pussy and then it was gone. Oh God. He was lubing the plug with my own moisture. The tremble graduate
d from my legs to a full body shudder when he pulled a cheek to the side and something foreign began to press down on my other entrance.
“Are you going to let me put this in your ass, you filthy girl? Or are you going to tell me to wait?”
I inhaled sharply and shook my head, and then made a nervous noise as the belt almost broke free of my hold, but thankfully stayed in my mouth. I locked my teeth tighter, and—
Oh!
Pressure and stretching as the plug advanced. Oh my God, I was filthy. So fucking dirty. I moaned against the belt. The stretch got worse, but then, better. Discomfort passed to only a weird sensation.
“Shit, Noemi, you’re amazing. You look so hot like this. How does it feel? You like it?”
I did, and I couldn’t believe it. I was the girl who turned off a porn clip anytime the concept of anal was hinted at. To me, it was dirty and gross and wrong.
I didn’t feel that way now. All I felt was pride at Joseph’s words. Pleasing him gave me so much pleasure, and I craved more. I nodded my head to confirm I liked it, but I’d been foolish. In my excitement, I’d loosened my grip, and one side of the belt tumbled from my lips.
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SIXTEEN
Gravity took effect and caused the rest of the belt to fall. It hit the floor with a thump, even as I reached out to grab it. It slipped through my fingers.
“Shit!” I said.
I froze, unable to breathe.
“Pick it up,” Joseph’s voice was total authority, “and hand it to me.”
Oh my God! The plug was still inside me, and I could feel it as I leaned over and snatched the belt from the floor. It was an odd sensation, not unpleasing, but I could hardly focus on anything but what was going to happen next. I’d wondered about this for so long, and now he was finally going to give it to me.
I extended the belt out behind my back, not able to look at him. I didn’t want him to see that I was nervous, and stop. The fascination in me grew larger every second. He took the belt and I tucked my hair behind an ear, struggling to keep myself together. The anticipation was making me insane.
Joseph’s steady breathing was all I could hear, and I flinched when the leather touched the bare skin of my ass, only he was gently caressing me.
“I get off on this, baby girl. Watching you tremble makes my cock so fucking hard.” The belt smoothed over my skin. “You dropped it on purpose, didn’t you? You want my marks on you. Yes?”
I clenched my hands on the couch back, squeezing until my hands ached, and slammed my eyes shut.
The belt cracked against his hand, making me jump. “Answer me.”
“I want to know what it feels like.” I wanted him to show me. “Put your marks on me.” An alarm sounded in my head. I hadn’t said Sir, and I’d just given him an order. “Wait, wait—”
The leather slapped against my skin and air left me in a burst. It stung, but it wasn’t any worse than when he’d spanked me. Warmth rushed to the skin, and as I’d hoped, the heat brought more desire with it.
“You have an issue with that word, and I’m moving past it. If you want me to stop, you say stop. That’s a command I’ll always respect, but otherwise you don’t ever get to tell me what to do. That includes telling me to wait. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
His hand rubbed over the warm spot he’d created with his lash. “Are you telling me to stop?”
I couldn’t keep up with the game he was playing, he was so much better than I was. He’d asked a seemingly simple question, but it was loaded as hell. Not telling him to stop was permission to continue, to strike me again. But I wanted it. Perhaps I even needed it.
My voice was shockingly strong. “I’m not telling you to stop.”
I’d swear I could hear the whoosh of the belt cut through the air before it fell against my flesh, making tears spring into my eyes that I blinked back. Holy shit. That one hurt. The bite lingered on my skin and ached, telling me that I was his. The effect was powerfully intense, and while I loved it, it was overwhelming.
I pushed upright and turned to face him, the word wait on my lips, but it died as he kissed me. More like, he devoured me. He used everything he had to own me, his lips, his tongue, his teeth. I could kiss this man the rest of my life and never feel like I’d experienced all of it. It was a powerful distraction, and I didn’t notice his hands still had the belt, or that they were moving upward until he slipped the strap behind my neck.
“Get on your knees.”
I stepped down off the couch and fell to my knees. My mind didn’t have to approve the action, I was under his spell. I stared up at his intense eyes as he threaded the end of the belt through the buckle and pulled, cinching the belt around my throat.
“Suck my dick.”
Holy fucking God, who was I? A plug in my ass, a belt around my throat like a leash. I should have been horrified and shivering with fear, not shaking with excitement. My hurried hands worked his zipper, yanking the jeans down to his knees, then the black cotton I found beneath. His gorgeous dick bounced when I freed it, swinging toward me. I closed my mouth on the tip of his cock, sliding down as far as I could.
The strap around my neck constricted. He rolled his fist on the leather, his grip firm on the end of the belt.
“Where’s that shy girl now?” he whispered. “Did my cock chase her away?”
Yes, in a way, but it wasn’t just the sex. The confidence I was building with him bled over into other aspects of my life. The entire man made me feel alive and powerful. He was in charge when it happened, but I was the one who said what could and could not take place, and that meant deep down I was the one with the most control.
He groaned and thrust himself into my throat, the collar on my neck keeping me from running from him. I had to stay still as he sawed his dick in and out, shoving it past my lips with a driving tempo. He pulsed and throbbed on my tongue.
“Fuck, yes.” He curled a hand on the back of my head, and pushed me forward.
Too far. Way, way, too far. I gagged loudly and he released his hold, letting me pull back off of him. I put a hand over my lips, needing a moment to regroup.
“Stop,” I whispered. It had barely been a word, yet it changed everything. Joseph dropped down to kneel in front of me, bringing us level again, and it was as if he couldn’t get his clothes off fast enough. He tore his shirt over his head and kicked off the jeans on his ankles.
He buried his face in my throat, kissing just above where the belt hung on my neck. “You belong to me.” He mumbled it between kisses, his hands roaming over my curves. “Shit, Noemi, say it.”
I felt hazy and weightless. “I belong to you,” I rasped.
It was the first time I could really touch and explore a naked Joseph. His smooth skin belonged under my hands. If I belonged to him, he belonged to me as well. Did he know that? My hand coursed down the ink on his toned arm. Mine. All mine.
We were wild animals pawing at each other, until he broke the kiss. “Where’s the bedroom?”
I gestured to the hall, and suddenly he tugged on the belt, pulling me forward. I put my hands out to stop myself, bent on all fours.
“Crawl.”
My mind went blank. “What?”
Joseph stood and pulled on the belt. “Crawl.”
No part of me found this sexy. It was demeaning. “No.” When I tried to get off my knees, a hand locked on my shoulder and kept me down.
“No? Did I ask if you wanted to crawl or did I tell you to do it?”
“I’m not going to—” He spanked me, and with the plug still inside, I felt the impact both inside and out. This was the first moment I’d been overwhelmed by his domination.
“I gave you a command. Obey. You can’t crawl twenty goddamn feet?”
The longer I was on my hands and knees, the more nervous I got. “I’m not a dog.”
He yanked on the belt. “I never said you were. You’re my submissive, Noemi. So submit.”
“Why?”
“You don’t get to ask why. You do it because it pleases me.”
It was a power trip. I stared down the hall. It was the longest twenty feet of my life as I crawled on my hands and knees, my bare breasts swinging as I moved. He walked beside me, the leather strap in his hand. My leash.
But he’d asked for control and I’d consented, and I knew there would be things he wanted that I wasn’t comfortable with. Joseph said he was going to push. This was degrading, but not hard to actually do, and I’d said I wasn’t going to judge him. His job was my pleasure, and my job was pleasing him.
We’d barely made it through the doorway before he put a hand under my arm, helping me to my feet, the belt dropping slack.
“No one has ever submitted to me like that,” he said, pressing me against the wall, his breath hot beside my ear. “You’re a fucking revelation.”
His mouth descended on mine at the same moment he embraced me and made it all worth it. I’d crawl through hell for his kiss.
My unmade platform bed filled the room, but Joseph didn’t lead me to it. There was an enormous full-length mirror I’d purchased at an estate sale last summer which I’d propped up against the wall, and he turned me to face it.
“Is it anchored?” he asked as he put his hands on mine, placing my palms on the cold glass. “I don’t want it to kill us both, although I could think of worse ways to die.”
“It’s anchored.”
I could not stop staring at the reflection of us. My blonde hair was disheveled and the end of the belt hung between my breasts. Behind me, his tattooed skin and lust-filled expression loomed. My hooded eyes searched for his in the mirror.
“Do you believe me when I tell you as your Dom, your safety is the most important thing?”
“Yes, Sir.” His lips ghosted over the curve of my neck, causing shivers and goosebumps. Was he really that concerned about the mirror falling on us? One hand cupped my breast and the other traced down my body until it teased between my legs. Watching him touch me was hotter than molten lava.
“And you trust me?” he asked.
I nodded, distracted by both the visual and the sensation of his movements.
