Just One Taste
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Another hard blow and she shook her head, careful not to let loose her grip on her ankles. Had he been listening in when she’d been talking to Charlotte? “It was only talk, Sir.”
Three more swats and she whimpered, the pain flaring hard and then turning into heat along her flesh.
“I think you meant every word of it, baby.” He knelt down beside her, his fingers brushing off a tear that she’d squeezed out. “I think it’s time to give you something else to talk about. The next time you have a discussion with your friends about your Dom, I want you to tell them about this. It’s twenty for lying to me about talking to Master Ian. Another twenty for disobeying my directive about wearing panties. Then I think I have to be a bit more extreme when it comes to allowing a man to molest you at work without telling me or allowing me the right to protect you.”
“It wasn’t a big deal, Sir.” She’d handled him. He very likely wouldn’t be back.
He moved quickly, his hand coming up to find her nipple. He twisted it between his thumb and forefinger, the pain nearly making her cry out. “Don’t make this worse. If he ever walks in again, you will come and get me. You will refuse to serve him and I will have a long talk with the asshole. It is my responsibility and my right to protect you. Don’t you take that away from me. If all you expect from a Dom is play and pain, then I’m not the Dom for you. I want to be meaningful to you. And if some woman tries the same with me, I fully intend to sic you on her, so if you can’t protect me, you should tell me now.”
It was the exact right thing to say and she had to smile. It proved he knew she wasn’t a burden. She could be a partner. “I’ll take her down, Sir.”
“I know you will. I also know you’re going to enjoy the next few minutes so I don’t require a count. What happens afterward is going to be a bit unpleasant, so I suggest you enjoy your spanking.” He stood up with those enigmatic words and then fire rained down on her ass.
She lost count of how many times the crop came down. She would hear that zippy sound and then the slap of leather hitting skin before the pain registered. Heat sank into her skin, making her whimper and moan, but she didn’t want him to stop. She could already feel the adrenaline and endorphins kicking in as he worked her over. Just the right amount. Too much and the pain overruled the pleasure. Too much and the rush would be lost in a haze of ache. Naturally Eric knew what he was doing. It was like watching the man cook. He always knew exactly how long to cook a dish to make it utter perfection. With every stroke of his crop he proved to be a master at this, too. The pain would flare, tricking her mind, and then heat would settle in, making her body flush and alive.
She held on, riding the storm he created. Her body was trembling, but she wasn’t about to move, wouldn’t cry out and tell him she needed him to stop because she didn’t. She wanted this glorious symphony of pain and pleasure and connection. Every now and then she would feel his free hand on her. He would pause for a moment and run his fingers along her spine as though ensuring himself she was all right. Then the process would begin again.
Tears dripped from her eyes making the world seem hazy and unreal. She didn’t have to be everyday Deena in this place. She didn’t have to worry about school or how she was going to make the rent. In this place, there were no mistakes to regret. There was only the crop and the sound of her Master’s voice.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are right now?” The crop slapped against her, a rhythm she was sure her heart beat to. “Your skin is perfectly pink and that pussy is pouting, begging for my attention.”
She was sure it was since she could practically feel the damn thing pulsing. Sex had always been about her partner, a way to show her partner how much she cared, but now it seemed like more. It seemed like a need, a desperate need to connect with this one man, and not only for his sake. She wanted. For the first time in her life, she craved a man’s cock. If he didn’t take her, she might cry because she was already close to something wonderful, something that had eluded her before.
“That was forty, baby,” he said, his hand still on her backside.
“It’s already over?” She didn’t want it to be. She might stand there all night, allowing him to make her ass red, if she could only stay in this place.
“Unfortunately, yes, but we’re not through. You’ve paid for the lying and the disobedience.” His hand moved over her tender backside and slid down to hover on the edge of her pussy. “Now we’re going to have a discussion about what will happen if that man walks in and you don’t tell me. But first I want to know if you liked my discipline. Tell me, Deena, how does your pussy feel?”
The question was too intimate, but somehow in the quiet of the playroom, it was all right to open up to him. “Hot. Aching. Needy.”
“You’re wet, baby. Look at that.” His words were sultry, his voice a sexy groan as he slid a finger through her pussy.
She’d been perfectly still while he’d smacked her ass, but her whole body shook now. She wanted that finger inside her, thrusting in and out.
A hard hand came down on her ass, making her yelp because she was so damn sensitive there.
“Did I give you permission to move?” Eric asked the question in a low growl, the sound sizzling along her skin.
He seemed intent on playing the hard-ass. She was never going to let that man know she thought he was a little soft again. He overcompensated.
Or he was simply the yummiest mix of badass Dom and sweet as pie man she’d ever met—a completely dangerous combination because she still wasn’t sure she was ready for what he wanted outside the playroom. She shoved all those thoughts aside. They didn’t have a place here. There was no future and no past in this room. There was only the glorious now, where she had a Dom to please.
“No, Sir.” She stilled, though her back was starting to ache.
His big palm moved along her spine. “Come on then, baby. You’ve been in that position forever. Let’s stretch you out. In more ways than one.”
She wasn’t sure what he meant with the second remark, but she sighed in relief as he helped her straighten up. Every muscle in her body stretched deliciously, and she could feel the hot ache in her ass. “Thank you, Sir.”
He was standing right in front of her, his big body invading her space. His bare chest brushed against hers and that restless feeling started up again. She needed more than mere punishment from this man. His hands slid down her body to her hips. “Tell me how you’re feeling.”
Some subs would wait until their Doms gave them permission to touch them, but she couldn’t see that coming from Eric. He might have been rough with her backside, but he wouldn’t put that wall between them. She brought her hands up to finally feel that magnificent chest of his. Warm, smooth skin covered his muscles, and she could see him sigh in pleasure at the contact. “I feel good, Sir. I feel happy and warm, but I definitely don’t want to stop playing with you.”
He brought his forehead down to meet hers. “You’re not worried about what I’m going to do next?”
She ran her hands across his deltoids and up to those broad shoulders. “I’m sure it will be suitably horrible, Sir, and no, I’m not worried.”
“Because I’m the pussy Dom?”
She tilted her head up. “No, because you’re Eric.”
His hands moved up, sinking into her hair. His lips took hers and for the first time in a long time, she felt like she’d gotten something right.
* * * *
Sometimes it sucked to be the Dom. He brought his mouth down on hers, letting his lips move and play. All he wanted to do was sink his aching cock inside her and spend the rest of the night making her scream. Her tongue slid against his as her hands moved all over his torso. She was exploring him and he didn’t want that to stop, but he had a freaking point to make with her and they were both going to get punished.
It was the way she’d said “because you’re Eric” that had done him in. For a moment before she’d responded, his heart had taken a dive. She wa
Of all the things she’d done, leaving him out of the situation with the handsy diner was the one he hated the most. He needed to be needed. He craved it. Even from his friends, he wanted to be the one they called when they needed a hand. It was something that had been bred into him by his parents, or perhaps he’d simply been born that way, but the idea of a woman he cared for, one he was responsible for, being in trouble and not calling him made him ache inside.
So his cock had to wait.
He broke off the kiss, though he didn’t push her away yet. He loved the silky feel of her naked body against his. The woman should never wear clothes. She was soft and feminine and so fuckable, he was going to die if he didn’t get inside her soon. He’d thought it was rough before. He’d thought waiting and being patient had been a trial. Now that he knew what she looked like, how wet her pussy could get, how her nipples felt against his chest…this was a special ring of hell. “Go on, baby. Go to the spanking bench and find a comfortable position. I need access to your ass.”
Her face tilted up and her eyes widened. He could never let her know how those eyes kicked him in the gut every time she looked at him with that innocent stare of hers. “More spanking?”
She would like that. Despite being a newbie, she had a nice threshold for pain. He was certain she’d found a happy, floaty place while he’d worked her over. “No and don’t question me again. Go.”
She turned and he watched as she scurried over to the spanking bench. That woman jiggled in all the right places. Damn, but he wanted her. There was no reason he shouldn’t have her after he’d done his very best to remind her of the rules.
He watched as she settled herself awkwardly onto the bench before moving back to where he’d lain out everything he would need. While Sean had taken his time sending Deena up, Eric had prepped for their play. He found it soothing to wash and prep all the toys he’d purchased for her. Especially the very nice butt plug she was about to become acquainted with. Yes, he was going to enjoy this. Patience was the better way to go.
She would require all of this because even though she was submitting so very nicely tonight, he knew the battle wasn’t over. She might have accepted him as her Dom for the time being, but she had demons he was going to have to battle to get her to accept him as more than a lover.
He moved carefully, taking his time despite the ache in his groin. He was well aware she would have welcomed him a few moments before. If he’d pressed her, she would have spread her legs and allowed him inside her, but he needed more from her, needed to teach her that she wasn’t a casual lay to him. She was everything. He unrolled the small anal plug. He picked up the lube and strode back over to her.
“Sweetheart, have you ever taken a plug before?” He knew the answer, but he wanted to see her reaction.
“What?” She nearly came off the bench.
He put a hand on her back, keeping her down. Yes, that had been priceless. Maybe he was more of a sadist than he thought. He’d adjusted the bench to the height he wanted her at. Her pink ass was up in the air, her pussy on display as well. She’d settled her legs and arms on the rests and her generous breasts hung from either side of the bench. All her pretty parts ready for him to play. “Do I need to tie you down?”
He felt a shudder go through her.
“I can be still. I don’t know about the plug thing though.”
“Baby, how am I ever going to fuck your tiny little asshole if we don’t open you up a bit? You said you were open to anal sex. This is the first step. You’ll accept my plug and you’ll wear it for the rest of the party. You won’t take it out until I drive you home and take it out for you. For the next couple of weeks, you’ll wear it for several hours a day. I’ll move you up in size until you can handle my cock.”
“But what about work days?”
“It’s fine because I’ll pick you up on the days we work together and you can work your shift with a plug in your ass. When the shift is done, I’ll remove it and reward you. For every day you successfully keep the plug in, you get to pick your treat. Whether it’s a dinner you want me to cook, a task you need me to provide, or if you want me to eat your pussy until you scream, that’s what you’ll get.”
It was all a part of slowly moving into her life. He would make it a game. She wouldn’t see how necessary he’d become until it was too late. He had to be sneaky with her.
“If I take the plug, which I am terribly afraid of right now, will you make…will you have sex with me?”
Oh, she’d gotten it right the first time, but he wasn’t going to play semantics with her. “If you think for a second that you’re leaving this room without taking my cock, you don’t understand how much I want you. Every second I’m not inside you is pure hell.”
She seemed to settle down. Yes, she was so very afraid. Manipulative brat. “I do trust you. And I do want you, Eric. Sir. It’s been a very long time for me and I’ll be honest, sex wasn’t something I was good at before. Maybe the plug will make the difference. Maybe all I needed was a piece of lubed-up plastic shoved up my butthole. I don’t know, but I’m willing to give it a shot.”
“I’m so glad to hear it.” He couldn’t help the smile that slid across his face. The woman made him laugh. It was one of the first things he’d noticed about her. He smiled so much more when she was around. “This is going to be a bit cold.”
And then it would get hot. So hot, he wasn’t sure he’d ever get over it, but then he didn’t want to. He wanted to be in her heat for the rest of his life.
He parted her cheeks and took a moment to stare at her. She was lovely and this was so intimate. She’d been married before, but he would bet no one had ever seen her like this. She’d never been so soft and vulnerable and trusting with anyone except him.
The air around them was quiet. He was fairly certain Sean had the whole room soundproofed. It was a smart bet since he and Grace had a kid. He’d spied a baby monitor, which he’d made certain wasn’t on. The playroom was quiet and intimate, a space for lovers to lock out the rest of the world and concentrate on one another.
He was concentrating on all her pretty girl parts. He lubed up the plug and placed it against her tight hole. “Relax for me. This won’t hurt. It’s only a little uncomfortable.”
He rimmed her gently, circling her with the tip of the plug.
Her breath came out in sporadic huffs. “Oh, you know so much about this, do you? How many times have you gotten plugged?”
How little she knew. He pressed the plug in and pulled it back out, gaining ground with each twist and turn. “Unlike you sweet subs, the Doms had already been through a four-week course before we were even allowed to meet you, and we were forced to endure everything we want to be able to do to you. If you want the right to spank a sub at Club Sanctum, you have to be able to handle one, and let me tell you those Doms don’t play around. Well, actually they do. They make bets on whether they can get us to cry or say our safe words. Assholes. Did I mention you have a very beautiful asshole?”
A choking sound hit his ears and Deena’s spine quivered. It was good to know he could make her laugh, too. “No, you had not mentioned that. I’m very flattered. I try to keep it tight down there. Please tell me Big Tag plugged you. Wow, that feels weird.”
He would give her a bit of a need for revenge. After all, he happened to know that it did feel pretty weird. She was obviously doing her best to remain perfectly still. He worked the plug over and around, pressing in deeper and deeper. There wasn’t a ton of pain when a plug was applied with the proper amount of lube, but the full sensation hadn’t been too bad. “I’m sorry to disappoint. They made us practice on each other. Let me just say that your friend Althea does not have a gentle hand.”
Her laughter rang through the room.
He looked down at his handiwork. There was now a small pink plug in her backside, nestled there, and she hadn’t even realized it was done. He did have a gentle hand. “You’re plugged, baby.”
“I am?” Her head came off the bench as though she could look behind her and see what was going on. “That wasn’t so bad. None of it was.” She seemed to realize her mistake. “I mean, I barely survived, Sir, and I will always remember the lessons taught here tonight.”
She was going to give him so much trouble. He stepped away, quickly washing his hands and getting that other bit of equipment he needed. “What makes you think the lessons are through? I believe we talked about moving this relationship forward. I haven’t finished yet.”
He stepped back to her. This wasn’t how he wanted to make love to her the first time. He wanted to do it in a bed when they had hours and hours to explore and play, where he could show her how he really felt, but that would lead to her running away as fast as she could. She wanted a bad boy to fulfill her fantasies. He needed to show her he could be everything she wanted. He needed to prove to her it was safe to let herself care about him, and he wasn’t going to do that by scaring her away. If dirty, filthy, glorious sex was what would reel his prize in, then he would have to go for it.
And he was playing the big bad Dom. He didn’t have to play polite. He stepped in front of her. She was still soft and submissive on the bench, her head turned to one side. Her mouth wasn’t exactly where he needed it, but he could make due. “Do you know what game we’re going to play now, baby?”
She licked along her bottom lip and her cheeks flushed. “I don’t know, Sir.”
He showed her the condom wrapper. “I’m going to put this right here.” He laid it on the curve of her ass. “It needs to stay here. If it falls off, we’ll have to start all over again, and I do mean all over again. More spanking, and this time with a plug in your ass. If you lose the plug, well, I’ll have to assume you want a bigger one.”
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