“Ouch! Oh!”
“How do you address me?” he asked sternly. She was cute and she made him smile. In fact, he’d smiled more in the last twenty-four hours than he had in the two years since Rebecca had passed. But she also needed to learn who was in charge.
“Sorry, Sir.”
“We need to work on protocol.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Now take that breath in.” He waited a moment. “Let it out slowly.”
As she let out the breath she’d been holding, he pressed the plug firmly forward, penetrating her. Damn, that was hot. He had to breathe deeply to keep from embarrassing himself.
“Oh,” she cried out as he settled the rubber cylinder in her ass. “Oh, God.”
He reached between her legs once more to swirl his finger around her clit, twisting the plug at the same time.
“Sir!” she cried out.
He knew how much she wanted to come. Her clit was swollen, her pussy coated in her arousal. But this wasn’t about giving her what she wanted. It was about him trying to erase the images of her lying dead on the side of the road. It was about making certain she didn’t take risks like that again.
He drew back, admiring the sight of the plug peeking out of her ass. Beautiful. Now to turn that creamy white skin a deep scarlet. Then he might start to feel better.
“How long does it stay in there, Sir?”
“As long as I say it does.”
She groaned. He moved around the bed to grab the feather and crop then stopped, staring at her breasts. Hmm, didn’t seem right to leave them out of this. Reaching out, he cupped one with his hand. The nipple was pebbled. Just begging for attention.
Now then, how could he resist?
“I think such pretty breasts need some adornments.”
“Um, I think they look just fine as they are.”
“That wasn’t a question, and your input isn’t required.” He started searching through his play bag for nipple clamps.
She muttered something, and even though he couldn’t make out the words, he figured it would be something unflattering. He gave her a couple of smacks on the ass.
“Ow! You seem awfully fond of smacking my butt.”
“I told you it was my happy place. Move up onto your hands again.” He found the nipple clamps he’d been searching for. They were the type with a screw at the end so they could provide the lightest of stimulation or be tightened until the pressure was intense.
He lay on the bed so his head was directly beneath her right breast. “Lower down a little. Stop.”
He took her nipple into his mouth. She immediately groaned. He licked at the tight, little nub, then tugged on it lightly with his teeth. Sucking strongly, her whimpers were ambrosia to him. He wanted more. He moved his head to the side so he could see what he was doing as he placed the clamp around her nipple then tightened it slightly.
“Oh, hell,” she muttered.
“How does that feel?” he asked her.
“It doesn’t hurt,” she admitted. “More like pressure.”
“Not all nipple clamps are painful. Although you might need them a bit tighter to help you remember how to address me.” He slid out and moved to the other side of the bed.
“Sorry, Sir,” she said quickly.
“Your nipple looks so pretty with its decoration.”
“Yeah? Devil does piercings as well as tattoos, maybe I should get them pierced, Sir.”
He twisted her free nipple, and she squeaked. “No one is touching these nipples except me, understood? You are not getting them pierced. And you are going nowhere near Devil.”
“No motorcycles, no piercings, no ex-cons called Devil. Is there anything I’m allowed to do?”
“Yes, you’re allowed to do nice, safe things.” He slid the other clamp around her nipple and tightened it.
“Like let you clamp my nipples and plug my ass?”
“Exactly. And you’re forgetting who’s in charge. These are my nipples. My ass. I decide what goes on and in them.” He made his voice hard as he flicked each nipple. She cried out, her body trembling.
He slid out and grabbed the long black riding crop by its handle. It had a flat, black rectangular piece at the other end. Then he grabbed the large feather. “Now let’s get to your discipline because my cock can’t wait much longer to get inside you.”
A low sound escaped her, but that was okay, he didn’t require an answer. He ran the flat end of whip in light circles over her ass. Then he flicked his wrist, landing it with a pop. It was just a light smack, but she still jumped slightly. He ran it over her other cheek then smacked it down again. Pausing, he listened to her breathing.
“How are you doing, kitten?”
“I’m all right, Sir.”
There was a slight tremble to her voice, but nothing indicating true fear or pain.
“I know we haven’t known each other long, and I’ve just become your Dom . . . ” Damn those words made him hot. “But I need you to know how seriously I take your safety.” He continued to run it over her skin, slapping it down on her butt now and then, covering the area in red patches. “The next time you think about doing something dangerous, like riding a bike at high speed, I expect you’ll think about this.” He gave her two taps this time. She gasped, her ass cheeks clenching. He turned the crop around and ran the end of it down the seam of her ass, pressing lightly against the plug.
“I think I will, Sir.”
“Good.” He pulled the crop back. She tensed, obviously expecting a smack. Instead, he hit her with the feather. She let out a deep breath.
“What was that?” she asked.
“What was that, Sir?” He gave her three smacks with the flat end of the crop. She groaned. By now her ass was pink. Getting closer to the color he wanted.
“What was that, Sir?”
He slapped the top of each thigh then ran the feather over the abused skin. She let out a sigh.
“The feather is to keep you on edge. You like to top from the bottom. But with the blindfold, you don’t know what’s coming next. You’re not in control here unless you use your safeword. I am.”
The leather strip landed against her ass again. She sucked in a deep breath. Her skin was on fire, and her clit throbbed. When he’d started, she thought she’d found her limit. Her safeword had hovered on her tongue. The pain had been intense, almost made worse by his pauses. And that damn feather kept her guessing about what was coming next. Only the memory of the fear in Jake’s voice had stopped her.
She was glad it had. Because, while the pain was more than she’d expected, she could feel her body growing heavy, languid. A feeling of peace was stealing over her.
Jake was in charge. Not her. She could let go. She could clear her mind. All the worries, and fears that were her constant companion started to disappear. All that was left was Jake.
The crop landed again, four strikes in quick succession. She moaned. Her butt clenched around the plug, making her arousal spike. Who knew having plastic in her ass could be such a turn on? She found herself thinking about Jake taking her there. She didn’t know how he was going to get his rather impressive cock inside her, but she didn’t have to worry about that. Jake would figure it out. She trusted him.
She waited for another strike. Instead the feather whispered over her. She sighed at the sensation. The clamps around her nipples slightly squeezed the tight nubs. Her pussy was weeping, desperate for his touch. Surely, he hadn’t been serious about her not coming. She was so desperate she was considering reaching down and touching her swollen clit. It wouldn’t take much, just a few swipes.
“Lean your head down against the bed again,” he ordered. “I want greater access to those thighs.”
Holy shit, he was trying to kill her. But she leaned down. More smacks. This time he didn’t space them apart. He built a fire on her thighs that had her close to tears. Then he stopped and ran the feather across her sensitive skin.
“So beautiful. What a good
girl you are to take your punishment so well.” He twisted the plug, and she groaned. Arousal swamped her, making her head spin and her heart race. Her ass and thighs still throbbed, but the pain mingled with her need, driving her desire higher.
“Please, Sir. Please.”
She heard some noise come from behind her, but she couldn’t work out what he was doing. It was too difficult to think. Then he released the cuffs around her ankles, removing the spreader bar.
“I want you to turn around and lie on your back.”
He helped her lay down. She whimpered a little at the feel of her sore ass pressing against the bed cover.
“Easy, kitten,” he told her. “Put your arms up above your head.”
She raised her arms and felt him attach cuffs around her wrists.
“I want you to keep them there. I don’t want you to be tempted to touch yourself.”
Now that just wasn’t fair. Her bottom lip dropped into a pout. He took hold of her lip between his teeth and tugged. She groaned. “Uh-uh, none of that now.”
He ran his tongue over the abused lip before slipping it into her mouth. She kissed him in return. Damn, the man really knew how to kiss. By the time he pulled back, her breath was coming in hard pants, the pain of her ass forgotten. He kissed his way down her neck and over her breast. Then he grabbed hold of the clamp. She tensed. Oh fuck, this would probably hurt.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Sh,” he told her. “I’ll take care of you.” He undid the clamp, and she cried out at the sensation of the blood filling the numb bud. Quickly, he took her nipple into his mouth and suckled.
Her whole body shuddered, the pain morphing into an intense pleasure that had her wondering whether she could come from nipple stimulation alone. Before Jake, that would have been a big, fat no. Now . . . God, she was close, so close.
The other nipple was given the same treatment, and by the time he was finished, she was right there. She’d never been so turned on in her life. He laid kisses down her stomach. She tried to suck in, and he growled at her, reaching up to pinch her nipple. “Relax.”
“Easy for you to say. I need to come.”
“Hmm, too bad you don’t get to then, isn’t it?”
“That’s really not fair.” He couldn’t mean it. Could he?
“Just remember this feeling next time you decide to break the speed limit,” he told her, reaching her pussy. He drew the lips apart and blew over her clit. “Remember, if you come I’m getting out the ginger.”
Oh, this sucked. It really did. She cried out as he licked his tongue over her clit. “It’s so swollen. Poor baby, you really are in need, aren’t you?”
Yeah, the words sounded sympathetic, but the tone was anything but.
He played with her clit until her breath was coming in hard pants, her whole body shaking as she fought off her orgasm. Think unsexy thoughts. She started counting in her head. Then she moved on to nursery rhymes. Anything to stave off the impending orgasm. She really didn’t want that ginger plug. Abruptly, he drew back, and she breathed a sigh of relief. There was a crinkling noise. A condom.
He pressed the head of his covered shaft against her entrance. She was so turned on that she took him easily, even with the plug still in her ass.
He pressed forward. Moving slowly. Inch by inch. Torturing her. That’s what he was doing. He wanted to make her suffer.
The bastard.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered as he reached up and pulled off her blindfold. She blinked, clearing her vision. His eyes were dark with desire as he stared down at her hungrily. “You feel so damn good, kitten.”
“So do you.” She wished she could put her arms around him as well, but she didn’t want to risk further punishment by moving them. Instead she watched him as he moved, thrusting his hips, pressing deep inside her. She clenched down around him. He brushed against her clit, and she cried out. She couldn’t last. Sweat coated her trembling body as she clenched her teeth together.
“I need to come!”
“You’re going to hold off,” he told her in an icy voice. “You’ll hold off for me. Because your Dom demands it. Look at me, into my eyes.”
She stared up into his hazel-colored orbs. His gaze was firm. “You’ll do this. For me. Because I command it.”
Her body melted. “Yes, Sir.”
He drove in then out, moving faster, harder, but their eyes remained locked. She saw the moment he reached his peak. His lids nearly fluttered shut, and his lips curved up slightly before he gave a cry. And, despite the fact her body was hot and heavy with need, she had never felt closer to someone before.
10
Molly flipped over the grilled cheese sandwiches and then stirred the soup bubbling on the stove. As far as dinners went, it wasn’t exactly gourmet, but right now, the idea of tomato soup and gooey cheese sandwiches sounded perfect.
She hummed happily to herself. She probably had a few minutes before Jake finished his shower, so she plated everything then moved to the fridge. The cool air called to her. She sighed, wishing she could stick her whole ass inside. Her butt and thighs were hot and still stinging. Although that pain was nothing compared to the throbbing of her clit. She pouted a little as she pulled out some orange juice.
She couldn’t believe the big, bad Dom still hadn’t let her orgasm. After he’d come, he’d undone the cuffs then pulled her into his arms and held her, murmuring gentle words. She’d liked that part. If she’d been allowed her release, the whole experience would have been damn near perfect. Yeah, the crop had stung, she’d be feeling its effects for a while. But the mix of the pain, and Jake’s commands had allowed her to find a freedom she’d never felt before. And the way he’d taken care of her after had shown her another side of him. A sweeter, softer side.
But he still hadn’t let her come. She’d thought about taking care of it herself. Wouldn’t have taken much. Except he’d informed her that touching herself there was off-limits.
Bastard.
When he’d pulled her into the shower, she’d had high hopes of some relief. Instead, it had just made things worse. Having access to that gorgeous body of his could never be a negative, but having him wash her, while brushing up against all that sexy goodness had just made her hornier. At least he’d taken that damn plug out.
She pressed her legs together. She was dying here. Surely the crop was punishment enough. She poured out the juice then moved back to the fridge, leaning down to place it in the bottom of the door.
“Now, that’s a sight I could get used to seeing in my kitchen,” Jake murmured.
She stood, turning with a cry, placing her hand on her chest. “Jesus, man, give a girl some warning.”
“Sorry.”
Hmm, he didn’t appear all that sorry as he strode towards her, his gaze intent. When he drew closer, he reached behind her and pushed the door to the fridge shut.
“The sight of your bare, red ass as you leaned over gave me lots of ideas,” he told her.
“Yeah? Do those ideas include giving me an orgasm?” She slapped a hand on one hip, giving him a disgruntled look.
“Aw, poor baby, are you in need?” He pushed her hair behind her ears then cupped the back of her neck, tipping her chin up with his other hand.
“Yes, I am. I’m in a great deal of fucking need.”
“Good. I want you to remember this feeling. Then do what you have to in order to avoid it in the future, understand?”
“I’d like to again point out that there is a lot to be said for positive reinforcement.”
“Be a good girl and you might just get some of that positive reinforcement.” He ran his thumb over her lower lip. “Something smells good.”
“Just grilled cheese and soup. You know, you have a serious lack of junk food in your cupboards. Not a pork rind in sight.”
“We need to have a chat about your love of pork rinds. All that salt cannot be good for you.”
She stiffened.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Nope. Not buying that.”
He placed his hands on her shoulders. “Are you upset because I’m worried about what all that salt is doing to your arteries?”
“It’s nothing.” She bit her lip. She had to do better than that. “Richard was just always on at me to diet . . .”
“Ah.” He cupped her face. “Look at me.”
She stared up at him. “I think you are beautiful. Just as you are. I don’t want to change a thing about you. This has nothing to do with the way you look, because you are so fucking hot that it’s all I can do not to bend you over the counter and take you. All I want is to make sure you live a long, healthy life. Okay?”
She couldn’t talk past the lump in her throat. She wished she could have that too. She nodded, trying to bring herself under control. Time to change the subject.
“I hope you don’t mind me helping myself.”
“Not at all.” His gaze dropped to her breasts covered by his T-shirt. “I see you helped yourself to a few things.”
“Oh, yeah, guess I should have asked.”
“You’re welcome to any of my stuff, however I didn’t give you permission to get dressed.”
“I can hardly cook in the nude, that’s just asking to get burned.”
“Can’t have anything marring this beautiful skin. All right, you have permission to wear clothing while cooking.”
“Thank you, Sir. Your slave is so grateful, Sir.”
He raised one eyebrow. “Slave, huh? Would you like to try a bit of Master-slave play?”
“Um, I don’t think so.” Bad choice of words. “I would not make a good slave.”
“Don’t be so hard on yourself. I’m sure you’d do well with practice and lots of discipline.”
She narrowed her gaze at him. He grinned. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m not interested in that level of power exchange. Now a bit of role play is a different story.” He took a step back, raising an eyebrow. “You’re not cooking now, are you? Lose the shirt.”
“What? Jake, I can’t just walk around naked. It’s still light outside.”
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