Make Me, Sir (Doms of Decadence Book 5)

by Laylah Roberts

  She wasn’t so sure.

  “They have their own quirks. Trust me.”

  “I do. I trust you more than anyone else.”

  “Stop worrying, I won’t let anything bad happen. Want me to take your mind off things?”

  “I just got dressed.” She held up her hands with a laugh as he came toward her. “Tiny, no!”

  He picked her up, swinging her over his shoulder. “Tiny!” She slammed her hands against his back. “Stop!”

  “Got a few hours. Plenty of time.”

  He swung her down onto the bed with a grin. Slipping his hand under her dress, he cupped her mound.

  She gave up protesting because let’s face it, he made a damn good distraction.

  “I’ve neglected you,” he told her.

  “What? How?” She scowled up at him. Neglect her? He was the most attentive person she’d ever met. Nothing got past him, even if she wished some things might.

  “I’ve been promising to take your ass for weeks now.”

  “Oh, that.”

  He grinned. A wicked grin. Oh, he was enjoying this.

  She eyed him nervously. Suddenly, he dragged her to the edge of the bed.

  “Ooh,” she cried, then giggled.

  “You dare laugh!” he said with mock fury. “I see I have to take you in hand.”

  “Anytime, Sir. Anytime.”

  He opened the front tie of her wraparound dress and parted the sides, revealing her matching red panties and bra.

  “Need more of these.”

  “Bras and panties?”

  “No. These wrap dresses. Damn. Think you can get a really short leather one for the club?”

  Her breath caught. “I can try.” They were going to The Twisted Thorn, the club Tiny belonged to, next weekend. She was nervous and excited. Nobody knew her there. It would be a fresh start.

  Tiny kissed up her stomach to her bra-covered breasts. He sucked on her nipples through the lacy cups, nibbling gently. Reaching down, she ran her hands lovingly through his short hair. Leaning up and kissed her. His tongue dominated her as she clung to his shoulders for dear life. It amazed her how her need for him never waned. Hell, if anything, it grew more every day.

  He flipped her over and pulled the dress off her arms, flinging it away. He quickly flicked the catch on her bra. Turning her onto her back, he slowly pulled of her bra, kissing each inch as it was revealed. Moving down to her panties, he did the same, going so slowly she almost screamed with frustration.

  “I always seem to be naked while you’re dressed, Sir.”

  “Complaining?” He raised one eyebrow.

  “Hell no.”

  Climbing from the bed, he stripped quickly then picked something off the floor. When he stood, she saw he held the tie from her dress in his hands.

  “Handy.” He grinned, and she shivered with anticipation.

  Oh, heaven help her.

  “Hands together.”

  She held them up, and he tied her wrists together. He slipped a finger between the tie and her wrists, making certain it wasn’t too tight. Then he placed her hands above her head.

  “Keep them there.”

  Moving to the chest at the foot of the bed where he kept all his toys, he rummaged around for a moment before returning with a Wartenberg wheel in one hand, a blindfold in the other.

  “Ready for this?”

  She had never let another Dom blindfold her while she was bound. She’d never trusted anyone enough to let them have that much control over her. But she trusted Tiny totally.

  “Yes.”

  “Good girl.”

  Instead, anticipation strummed through her veins.

  He ran the wheel started across her stomach. It was light, almost ticklish. Then he pressed down slightly harder, and it became more of a pleasure-pain. But behind the slight pinch, something silken followed. What was he using? A scarf? The dual sensation made her shiver with pleasure. Then he moved up over her right breast, lightening the pressure. She let out a small whimper as the wheel passed over her nipple. As soon as it had passed, Tiny placed his mouth over the nub, sucking lightly.

  Her other nipple received the same treatment. She cried out as her clit throbbed. He ran the wheel down one arm then up the other.

  “Spread your legs.”

  Oh, crap.

  But she parted her legs. He ran the wheel over her foot, and she giggled while trying not to move. Up her leg the spikes ran, followed by the feel of silk. As he grew closer to her mound, she tensed slightly. But he merely moved from the top of one thigh to the other.

  By the time he reached the bottom of her other foot, she was in sensory overload, her skin so tender she wasn’t certain she wanted to continue on.

  The lips of her pussy were parted, and his mouth engulfed her clit. He thrust two fingers deep into her pussy, and she nearly came there and then.

  Have mercy.

  He flicked her clit with his tongue as he drew his two fingers out of her passage. Dropping a finger down to her ass, he circled her puckered entrance.

  She whimpered as he entered her back passage, pressing deep. A second finger joined the first.

  “Come for me, Reagan,” he told her. He then pushed his tongue deep into her passage. She cried out, her need for him overwhelming her. He withdrew his tongue to flick at her clit once more. He circled the swollen nub then pressed down hard with the tip. Reagan cried out as orgasm washed over her in stormy waves which crashed and pounded.

  Tiny rolled her over, so she was on her hands and knees. He pushed on her shoulders until she dropped her face to the bed, her bound hands lay in front of her. Her clit pulsed and throbbed, her passage still pulsing with release, being bound and blindfolded only heightened her other senses.

  He pulled her ass cheeks apart. “Deep breath in.”

  She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

  “Out.”

  Forcing herself to relax, she let her breath out, and he entered her, pushing deep. At first, it hurt. She was too tight. This wouldn’t work. But he slowly pushed himself deep, pausing once he was fully inside her. Reaching around, he flicked her clit, and the pain dulled as her clit throbbed. It amazed her how quickly she wanted him again. She’d only just found her release, but as he lightly strummed at her clit, she realized she wasn’t far off finding release once more.

  He pulled out slowly then pushed back into her tight back passage. He flicked his finger against her clit quicker and quicker until her breathing came in fast, sharp pants.

  “Come, Reagan!”

  She cried out as she crashed once more, only this time he followed her over, his shout of satisfaction filling the room.

  ***

  “So, you knew someone had been in the apartment because a few cups were turned around?” Hunter asked her. Tiny’s boss was abrupt, blunt, and bossy.

  She kind of liked him.

  Actually, she liked all of them, which surprised her. And none of them looked at her like she was weird or crazy. Although, she had to give them some time to get to know her. But so far everything had gone well. The food had been a hit, and she needn’t have worried about coming up with a list of conversation topics, everyone practically talked over one another to speak. It was obvious how much they liked each other.

  “If it was Jaron’s place, it wouldn’t look any different after someone had broken in,” Connor joked.

  “Hey, it might look better,” Josh added. “A burglar would have to tidy it up just to find something worth taking.”

  “But this girl didn’t take anything?” Simon asked. He managed The Twisted Thorn, the BDSM club he owned with Hunter and Gray. “She just broke in to move things around.”

  She nodded.

  Hunter whistled. “That’s some messed-up shit right there.”

  “Why did she do it?” Mila, Josh’s wife, asked.

  “She was close friends with this Dom who I scened with once. I offered him a few words of advice, but seems he took them the wron
g way and was offended.”

  “So, she wanted revenge?” Cady asked.

  Reagan had been worried about meeting Cady, Mila, and Sasha, who was Simon’s wife. But they’d all greeted her warmly. They’d even helped her clean up, not worrying that she’d wanted things put away a certain way.

  Tiny squeezed the back of her neck, and when she turned to him, he winked at her. She let out a deep breath.

  “She sounds like a crazy bitch,” Hunter offered.

  “She is,” Tiny agreed.

  “Was he in on it?” Gray asked. “The Dom?”

  “She says he wasn’t,” Tiny said. “I think he was.”

  “Then he’s obviously guilty,” Gray said. “Tiny’s got good instincts.”

  Tiny turned to look at her, his eyes filled with humor. “The best.”

  She grinned. “The very best.”

  “Enough of this shit. Who’s up for a game of pool?” Hunter stood, rubbing his hands together.

  The others nodded and followed him into the house.

  “Tiny has been teaching me,” she said as she watched Hunter set up the table. “He says I’m a natural.”

  “That so?” Hunter raised an eyebrow. “Care to make things interesting?”

  “How would I do that?”

  “He means would you like to make a bet,” Cady said. “Hunter, she’s learning.”

  “I’ll go easy on her,” Hunter protested.

  “Oh, you wish to make a bet? I have never gambled before. But I suppose there is some merit in betting on your own skill.”

  “Five dollar bets it is,” Jaron said. Everyone placed a bet and Hunter gave her the chalk and a cue.

  “You break.”

  Several minutes later, Reagan stood back and looked at the table in satisfaction. Suddenly aware of the silence, she stared around. “What is it? Did I do it wrong?”

  Grinning widely, Tiny pulled her close and kissed her. “Nope. You did it right.”

  “Then why is everyone staring at me?” she whispered.

  “You should spank her for that,” Hunter growled.

  What?

  Tiny turned to his boss. “For what? Beating you?”

  “For lying about how experienced she was. Damn it, I didn’t even get to hit a ball. She thrashed me. I’ve never seen someone play like that.”

  “Reagan didn’t lie. She just learned to play.”

  Hunter looked close to tears. He seemed to take this very seriously.

  “Hunter’s considered a good player,” Tiny whispered.

  She grimaced. “Have I hurt his feelings? Do I apologize?” Things had been going so well. Should she have let him win?

  “You haven’t hurt my feelings, damn it,” Hunter practically pouted. “You won. Fair and square.”

  His gaze turned intense, and a strange look crossed his face.

  “What is going on? Why is he looking at me like that?” she asked Tiny.

  “That’s his thinking face,” Cady told her.

  The others groaned.

  “Nothing good happens when he gets that face,” Gray said.

  “Reagan, you are going to make me a very happy man.”

  Cady placed her hands on her hips. “Dude, I’m right here. Shouldn’t you be saying that to me?”

  Reagan was worried that she was angry for a moment, but then she grinned.

  Hunter waved her off. “You already know how happy you make me. But Reagan, you are a dream come true.”

  Cady snorted. “That’s not any better.”

  “Want to explain?” Tiny asked.

  Hunter smiled. “Reagan is going to be our secret weapon against those cocky bastards at station 48.”

  Suddenly, everyone was staring at her with interest. Gray smiled. “Damn, you’re right.”

  “We have a yearly pool tournament against a team from fire station 48,” Gray explained. “And now that you’re Tiny’s girlfriend, you can play in our tournament.”

  “You’re better than that bastard, Owens,” Hunter said.

  “He’s the best player on the other team,” Gray explained.

  “And you don’t like him?” she asked Hunter.

  “He’s a smart-assed, full of himself asshole.” Hunter grinned.

  “They’re good friends,” Cady told her.

  Reagan was a bit confused but she nodded.

  “Hunter insults everyone. Friend or not,” Tiny told her.

  “We’ll whip their asses for sure this year. Have them crying into their beers in humiliation.” He smiled broadly. “Fuck, that makes me happy.”

  “And on that, I think it’s time to go.” Cady gave her a smile. “Welcome to the madness.”

  Reagan smiled back. She was happy to be here.

  A few hours later, Tiny and Reagan said good night to everyone. When they were alone, he turned her toward him, pulling her close. “What did you think of my friends?”

  “I liked them. Hopefully, they liked me.”

  “They did.” He hefted her up. “Now, it’s time to show me how much you like me.”

  “I love you,” she told him.

  “I know.” He gave her a very satisfied smile.

  “And?” she said, disgruntled.

  “And what?” He set her down on the bed and sat down beside her.

  She smacked her hand down on his chest. “Ouch. You are made of rocks.”

  He took her hand in his, rubbing away the sting. “Don’t do that again.”

  “You smack my butt.”

  “My hand is tough. And your butt is soft. Plus, I’m the Dom. It’s my job to smack your butt. And my privilege.”

  “Oh. That’s nice.”

  He snorted. “Will I ever fully understand you?”

  “Probably not. That a problem?”

  “Probably not. Got a lifetime to figure you out.”