WhatHeDemands (domination erotica)

by Tawny Taylor

  “Good.” He sounded satisfied. He nipped me, a little harder than I expected and I yelped in surprise. Then he laved my stinging skin with his tongue and the pain morphed into pounding need, pulsing through my body.

  I didn’t know how he did it, turning pain into carnal need. But somehow he knew exactly what to do and when to do it to make that happen. It was strange and wonderful and scary all at once.

  The hand that had been cupping my breast skimmed down the front of my body, and I sucked in little gasps as anticipation danced up and down my spine. The flesh between my legs was throbbing with carnal heat. I needed him to touch me there. And then I needed more.

  Down it went, over my lower stomach, over my pubic bone. “No underpants, right?”

  “No, sir.”

  Moving quickly, he turned me around, kicked my feet apart. He pinned my hands over my head again, holding my wrists with one hand while the other flipped my dress up to expose my ass.

  “Mmmm,” he said. “I’ve been thinking about this ass all week.”

  And I’d been thinking about his ass all week. And his broad shoulders. And his abdominals, which could be on a romance novel cover. And those mesmerizing eyes of his, where I spied dark shadows.

  “Please, sir.”

  “Please, what, minx?” His flattened hand glided over the globe of my ass, and the muscles beneath quivered. My inner muscles, deep inside, clenched as a rush of heat gushed to my center.

  I heard the sharp slap before the pain registered. I jerked, a reflex, and screeched. Then I groaned as the heat burning my flesh seeped in, spreading through me.

  The second strike surprised me as much as the first. A fresh wave of warmth crashed through me on the wake of that brief moment of pain. At the third one, my spine arched, thrusting my ass out. My insides were clenched. I was burning with fever. And I needed him to stroke me lower, between the legs.

  “You see how your body responds? You see it?” His hand smoothed over my heated buttocks, and my back arched more, pushing my simmering flesh into his hand.

  “Yes, sir,” I whispered, blinking back tears. I wasn’t sad. I wasn’t scared. I was flying high on endorphins already, and my eyes were watering.

  “This is what drives me crazy.” His finger dipped into the crack of my ass.

  I shivered at the edge I heard in his voice. He sounded dangerous now. “I’m sorry, sir.”

  He turned me around again and pushed me to my knees and I blinked up at him through watery eyes. He unzipped his pants, pulled out his thick erection and shoved it into my mouth.

  Grateful, I took him as deep as he wanted, relaxing to allow him to plunge to the back of my throat. My tongue cushioned his length, swirling round the head a couple of times when he withdrew before flattening when his rod shoved deep inside again. He held my hair in his fists, and I thrilled at the burn of my scalp. He was fucking my mouth greedily, and I was loving every minute of it. I slurped and sucked and swallowed, relishing the flavor of his skin and the sound of his moans and groans as he became lost in his need.

  He was the one holding my hair, keeping me in place. But I was the one in control, really. It was my mouth that possessed him. My motions that made him so hot, so desperate. He growled, slammed deeper yet, and I swallowed hard, grateful for every thrust. More, I wanted more. I wanted him to use me anyway he wanted, to teach me how to please him. God, I loved this.

  “Dammit,” he growled. He nearly pulled out then jerked his hips forward again, and the product of his lost control spurted down my throat. Hot and salty.

  Oh yes, I’d done it. I’d driven him to a swift, hard orgasm with my mouth for the first time. I’d made him lose complete control.

  Using my hair, he pulled me to my feet and stared into my eyes. I licked my lips, savoring the flavor of his skin and wondered what he’d do next, what wicked pleasure he’d show me.

  “You have no idea what you’ve started now, minx,” he said, eyes hard.

  Thrill raced through me. I had no idea, but I figured I’d learn soon enough.

  Chapter 2

  One minute, I was standing before him, my hair in his fist, my heart hammering against my breastbone, and dampness warming my inner thighs, and the next I was shoved into a small but very chic bedroom. I lost my footing, fell onto the bed, flat on my stomach, my spread legs sort of hanging half off the end of the bed.

  Shane grunted behind me, grabbed my ankles and pulled until only the top half of my body was on the mattress and I was bent at the waist, my ass right there for him to spank again. I tensed, expecting a sharp slap. But instead, he hesitated. “Hands over your head.”

  Of course, I did what he asked.

  “Where did you learn to give head like that?” he demanded, voice sharp.

  Was he genuinely displeased? Angry? My lungs burning for air, a little chill swept up my spine as I waited for him to make his next move. Until now, this thing with Shane had been more like a game, a naughty, exciting game. But he’d never acted or sounded this way.

  He grabbed one wrist, pulled my arm up and out toward the top corner of the bed. While he wasn’t exactly cruel as he handled me, he wasn’t gentle either. Then he buckled a cuff around it. The other wrist was next. Now I was kneeling on the floor, my wrists bound. Helpless. I was helpless, and he was acting strangely.

  “Are you angry with me?” I whispered.

  “Don’t speak.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  He growled, went back to the drawer, grabbed something else, and the next thing I knew, I had a ball stuffed into my mouth, a gag tied around my head, holding it in.

  Now, my eyes were watering, I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t say my safe word if I needed to. This was getting more intense than I’d expected. I tried to say his name, but all that came out were muffled, garbled sounds and drool.

  What was he doing?

  I felt my arms and legs trembling as I waited. I sucked in air through my nose and tried to tell myself this was all part of the game. He was just playing. I’d known Shane Trant for many years, since I was a child. He was a good friend of my mother’s. He wouldn’t hurt me. At least, not badly.

  I didn’t quite convince myself, though. Not one hundred percent.

  Without saying a word, he walked around the foot of the bed. I clenched my buttocks, expecting him to spank me again. The sharp pain would come any time now. He was waiting, letting the anticipation build. I knew it.

  No slap.

  He smoothed his flattened hands over my ass. “Your ass pinks up so pretty when I spank it.” His voice had lost a bit of that edge. Even with the gag, I breathed a little easier. He hooked his fingers, gently raking his fingernails over my skin, and a little wave of pleasure washed through me.

  “Since you made me come so quickly, minx, it means I’ll need a little time to get things going again. You don’t want me to need to do that. I get into trouble when I have free time on my hands.”

  The way he said that made me quiver. It wasn’t a threat, although it could be, if taken at face value. No, it was a promise. I heard the slough of fabric. He was undressing. My insides pulsed. My flesh warmed. I imagined him standing behind me, nude, his skin gleaming, a sheen of sweat making every line cutting between his muscles distinct. He pulled my ass cheeks apart, wide apart. “Mmmm.” I felt a soft touch, damp, at the base of my spine. Instantly, my back was covered in goose bumps.

  I wanted him inside me now, plunging deep, taking me hard. But I knew he would torment me after what I’d done. There was no way he’d be so kind. He would show no mercy.

  My spine arched as his tongue flicked over the ticklish skin just above my crack. I’d never had anyone lick me there. I didn’t realize how much it tickled. I squirmed, but he held me in place, a hand pushing hard just above where he was licking.

  “You want me,” he murmured. “You want me to take you already. I can smell your need.” He inhaled deeply. “Such a greedy girl.” He used both hands again, pulling my cheeks apart. “I t
old you, I can’t. Not yet. It’s your fault.” His tongue delved deeper. Little damp touches down, down, toward my tight virginal hole. My anus. My body tensed. Surely he wouldn’t lick me there. His tongue danced along my crack, continuing closer, closer to my puckered opening. Heat pulsed through my body, and my muscles clenched. My fingers curled into fists. My stomach tightened. My spine. My thighs trembled.

  The first little touch to my anus made me jerk. I’d felt it coming and yet I hadn’t been ready. I was shocked. I was slightly mortified. But I was also burning with need.

  He did it again, and again, and with every little poke and touch, my need grew. Now, I didn’t just want him inside of me, stroking away the ache that was pounding through my body, but I needed him. I pulled my legs wider apart. Take me, my body was saying. Take me now.

  “Do you know what you taste like?” he asked.

  I shook my head.

  “You taste like the sweetest nectar on earth.” He crawled over me. I felt his heat radiating over my back. Oh, how good it felt. I wanted to raise up, to press myself against him. But I couldn’t. The bindings at my wrists were too short to allow me to move my arms at all. He unfastened the gag and tossed it aside, grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled, forcing me to arch my neck and look up toward the ceiling. He angled over me and kissed me, shoving his tongue into my mouth and filling it with my flavor.

  He was right. Nectar. Sweet and musty. Unlike anything I’d ever tasted. Definitely better than that horrid ball. His tongue caressed mine, spreading that decadent taste all over. Grateful, I stroked his tongue with mine.

  When he ended the kiss, I whimpered but didn’t speak.

  “You learned your lesson, didn’t you, minx?”

  I nodded.

  He pushed a finger into my mouth, and I pulled it deeper, sucking it eagerly. “Good. I like to have easy access to your pretty mouth. You use it so well.” His finger came out with a little pop. It gleamed, dampened by my saliva.

  He released my hair, pushing my head down so it was flat on the bed, turned to the side. “Yes, you use that mouth so well.” He licked my neck, and once again I was covered with goose bumps.

  Hot and cold, I shivered, shoulders and arms tense. Shane was a masterful torturer. Absolutely masterful. I bit my lip as another little whimper slipped from my mouth.

  “Soon, minx. I’m getting there,” he whispered, his lips brushing ever so softly over my spine as he nipped and licked his way down my body. With growing impatience, I endured his torment. His lips, teeth and tongue made my nerves tingle. He worked lower, down to my bottom. This time, he pushed a finger between my cheeks, circled my anus with the tip. “You haven’t taken a man here.”

  I shook my head.

  “You will. Soon.” His finger pressed harder at my entrance, and I tensed. “Relax.” He didn’t ease up. Instead, he increased the pressure until my muscles couldn’t resist anymore. In, his finger slid, the shallow intrusion making me gasp and my back arch. “How pretty you are.” His finger shoved deeper inside.

  The sensation was strange, but at the same time pleasure was pounding through me, making me dizzy.

  He pulled his finger out only to add a second finger. The tight ring of muscles clamped around his invading digits and I jerked my hips up into the air. “Easy, minx. I’m just getting you ready.”

  Ready for what, I wondered. For him?

  He stretched my entry, plunging those fingers in and out, widening them to make my opening bigger. It hurt, yes. But the pain only amplified my need until I was burning all over, shaking.

  I couldn’t take another second of this torment.

  “Please,” I begged.

  “Please, what?” he demanded as he shoved those fingers deeper inside. They seemed to rub against the part of me burning the hottest for him and I cried out, unable to stop myself.

  “Please, sir. Have mercy.”

  “Mercy. Hmm.” Those magic fingers slipped out.

  I sagged with relief, legs feeling boneless, whole body feeling boneless. Fighting to catch my breath, I listened to him as he returned once again to the nightstand. The drawer opened with a soft rumble. It closed with a sharper thump. The crinkle of plastic followed. A condom. Yes! At last I would have relief.

  Anticipation dancing up and down my spine, I arched my back, knowing he liked the sight of my bottom thrust up in the air. I opened my legs wider, knees resting on the carpeted floor.

  “Look at you. You’re ready for me, aren’t you, minx?”

  I nodded.

  With a lubed finger, he teased my clit, drawing light circles over it again and again.

  Oh, what ecstasy and agony, both. Pulses of erotic heat were blasting through my body, and I was losing control. I shook and cried and begged. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he leaned low over me and whispered, “Now, I’m ready.” The swollen head of his member eased between my ass cheeks, finding the entrance he’d stretched with his fingers. I tried to lift my hips higher, to move so he’d find my other entry, but he grabbed my hips, holding them in place. “No, minx. I’ll take you how I want to.” And to prove he meant to do exactly as he said, he thrust his hips forward, shoving against my virginal entry.

  The skin burned. Sharp pain razored through me as the tight muscles strained against his invasion. He wasn’t going to fit. There was no way.

  I cried out, afraid and in pain, but he didn’t withdraw. No, he curled his fingers over my shoulder and pulled me back as he continued to try to force himself inside.

  “No, please,” I begged. “You’re too big.”

  “You’re pleading, but you’re not saying the word.” He reached around with his other hand and tormented my clit. Erotic heat blended with the burning pain, swirling through me and making me dizzy. “Say the word, Bristol. Say it and I’ll stop.”

  I knew what word he meant. I wanted to say it. I did. But for some reason, it wouldn’t come out.

  “Please,” I whispered, “It hurts.”

  “Open to me. I demand it now.” The heat in his voice couldn’t be mistaken. It sent a shudder of pleasure down my spine.

  I concentrated on relaxing the muscles clenched so tightly and he slipped in. I cried out as he breached my entrance. Then I cried out again when he drove deep, to the hilt, burying himself in my body.

  The finger that had been circling over my clit pushed past my swollen lips, found my other entrance and slid inside. Now I was even fuller. And I felt like I might die. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move. The pain was not excruciating, but the pleasure was. I didn’t know I could be so full. I didn’t know I could feel so possessed.

  He bent over me, his heat radiating over my back. Another sensation to blend with all the others that were nearly overwhelming me. He moved slowly at first, withdrawing both his thick rod and finger before driving them deep inside again. But as my body gradually adjusted to his possession, his movements became faster, rougher. It didn’t take long, a handful of deep thrusts, before I was screaming. My orgasm crashed over me like a wild thrashing river. The sensations were so intense I wondered if I might have a stroke. I heard myself screaming but couldn’t seem to stop. Before my orgasm had eased at all, I felt him widen. He was about to come.

  He bit my shoulder as he found release. The sharp pain was too much for me to bear. I was thrown into a second orgasm. My body spasmed around his invading finger and member, milking them. He thrust hard, fast, his movements jerky until the last drip of semen had been expelled. Then he licked my shoulder where he’d bit me, soothing the pain.

  I relished the moment, as his touches went from hard possession to gentle and soothing. The difference was so stark it almost confused me.

  When he pulled out, I missed him. I missed the sensation of fullness. I missed his heat and weight resting on top of me. I missed the smell of his skin, his sweet breath.

  Still breathing a little heavily, he unfastened the cuffs and lay next to me. He pulled me to him, my body curving along his side. />
  I rested for a moment before cracking open my eyelids to sneak a peek. He was so beautiful. Feeling shy, I lightly traced a line cutting across his abdominals.

  He blinked open his eyes, smiled. My breath caught in my throat.

  How rarely I saw that smile. It was directed at me.

  Was it silly to wonder if he smiled that way for anyone else?

  Even more, was it foolish to wonder if he would always smile like that for me? Only for me?

  Chapter 3

  Twenty minutes later we were back on the deck, watching the boat drift closer to a dock jutting out from land. A building sat up on a hill, not far from the white sand beach stretching out from the shore. The building was white stucco and glimmering glass. There were lush plants and brilliantly hued flowers all around it. Breathtaking.

  I stood at Shane’s side, holding the railing as the boat bobbed gently in the water. I inhaled deeply, pulling in the sweet and salty scent of the ocean and tropical plants. The sun was warming my skin. It was a glorious feeling, being in such a beautiful place. But it paled in comparison to the feeling of being with Shane, of having his arm brush against mine. Of having the taste of his kisses linger on my lips.

  “What do you think?” he asked.

  “It’s too beautiful for words. Do you come here often?”

  “As often as I can.”

  I inhaled deeply, trying to taste the sea air and memorize its scent. “I can’t imagine living that way, being able to just jump in a plane and wing off to paradise whenever you want.”

  “You should imagine it.”

  Swiveling, I looked at him. “What do you mean by that?”

  “I learned something a long time ago.” He was facing the water, sunlight glistening in his silky hair, the sea breeze playing havoc with the curls. “If I was going to be successful, in life, in business, I had to first know what I wanted. And then I had to have the courage to take it.”

  “Take?” I echoed as I inched closer, leaning so my arm didn’t just occasionally brush against his, it was pressed against it. Was it weird that I wanted to be so near him all the time? That I craved a touch, any touch, constantly? That I held onto his every word?