Laird's Submissive [Soldiers of Passion 1] (Siren Publishing Allure)

by Dace Everan

  Layle nodded, holding on as he stepped into the warm stream of water. “I have always liked the feel of it…You can thank Harley for that.”

  Laird smiled, lips whispering across her cheek. His hand drifted up the swell of her hip, dipping in on her tiny waist. He stepped forward until her back was flush to the cold tiled wall, and his hand palmed her breast. His finger and thumb pinched her nipple.

  Layle arched her back, and her pelvis smashed against his hard abs. She moaned, her head falling back.

  Laird smiled. She was responsive. He took advantage and drew kisses along her jaw and down her neck. He nipped her collarbone as he lifted her and dipped his head, taking in her pebbled nipple. Her hips rocked against his stomach as he sucked her nipple into his mouth, teeth dragging until it popped from his mouth.

  Layle moaned, her hands grasping his broad shoulders as he suckled at her breast. “Laird…please,” she whispered.

  Laird leaned back, looking into her eyes. “Please what, Layle,” he asked.

  Layle bit her lip, and her lashes lowered. “Please fuck me.”

  Laird smiled. “Not yet.”

  Layle grunted, turning sad eyes on him. “Please.” She tried again, bumping her pussy against him.

  She was rewarded with a deep, intoxicating kiss that set her on fire. “Not yet, little one,” he ordered huskily, lowering her to her feet.

  Layle scrunched up her nose. “You know that can be played both ways, right?” she reminded him, grabbing up the bar of soap.

  Laird nodded. “Very aware.” He let her wash him, her hands feather light as she guided the bar of soap over the planes of his body. She spent extra time on his back, hands drifting from shoulder down his spine over to his side and up veering over to the other shoulder. She was erratic about it and thorough as she made sure to wash every inch of his back. His ass cheeks clenched as she ran her thumb along the seam.

  Layle giggled. “Really?” she mumbled.

  Laird peeked back down at her. She had a mischievous smile on her face. Now that was something new. He had not ever seen that look on her. “I only allow certain people there,” he purred.

  Layle raised her eyebrows. Would he let her play there on him? Would he let her slip a finger in his tight hole as she sucked his cock deep into her mouth? She bit her lip, eyes drawn to the heavy sack between his legs.

  She let the soap fall from her hands and took hold of him. “I’ve never seen one up close,” she whispered, not sure if he heard her over the gush of the shower. Dick yes, but the sack. Normally they were hidden and squished away.

  Laird spread his legs. He would allow her to explore if that was what she wanted.

  Layle cupped his balls in her small hand and smirked. “You’re a handful, Laird,” she declared.

  Laird chuckled, balls tightening as she gave him a practice squeeze. “You never played with Dedrick or Jamal?” he asked. He may not allow penetration, but offering your Dom a hand job was not against the rules of his club.

  Layle shook her head. “No…I never noticed if Dedrick had a hard-on…Jamal I know has.”

  Laird chuckled. It was cut off as her hot mouth sucked him in. He tensed his hands, bracing on the shower wall in front of him as she ran her tongue along the seam of his ball sac. Her hand slid up, circling his shaft. Her finger and thumb just out of reach of each other, it was the sweetest sight, her pale little hand trying to grasp the thickness of his straining dick.

  Layle let his balls pop from her mouth and crawled around to his front and stared openmouthed at his cock. She peeked up at him. His eyes were glazed over and he was breathing rather heavily. She picked up the soap and lathered her hands, taking his cock in both hands.

  Laird released a hissed breath as she squeezed and twisted her hands. When the soap had rinsed away, she leaned forward and licked his tip, lips kissing his bulbous head. “How does anyone get this in their mouth?” she mumbled, opening her mouth though she was sure there was no way it would fit. Who would have thought he was this thick and long to boot! Two hands grasping the length of his shaft and she still had room. She took the head of his cock in her mouth and gagged. She back away, embarrassed.

  His hand came to rest on her head. “Try again, Layle, just hold it in,” he encouraged.

  Layle opened her mouth and inched forward.

  “Breath through your nose, pet,” he ordered.

  Layle peeked up at him, and butterflies fluttered in her tummy at the sight of him watching her. She breathed heavily through her nose and took him as deeply as she could in her mouth.

  “Slide your tongue against my tip…like you would a sucker,” he ordered.

  She did as she was instructed, smiling as his hand planted back on the wall, his hips giving a small thrust.

  “Multitasking…comes in handy here…hands twist…tongue lick,” he ordered.

  Layle tried, losing the motion of her tongue as she moved her hands. She grunted in frustration and Laird thrust against her. Her eyes darted to meet his, and he grinned. “Vibrations sweet,” he mumbled, and she nearly grunted trying to get her momentum.

  Laird fought not to pound against her face. Her sweet lips stretched to accommodate his thickness. Her tongue was utter bliss against his seeping tip. The heat of her sweet mouth was excruciating delight. Shit, it had been too long since he had taken anyone. His hand gripped her hair, and he hoped he wasn’t hurting her. Her hands twisted and pumped, and soon she had her mouth moving in small increments along the length of his dick.

  Layle gagged as the heat filled her mouth. She jerked her mouth away, his seed spurting over her chin and down her chest. She bit her lip and teared up. She shouldn’t have done that. She should have swallowed. He would be disappointed in her.

  Chapter Six

  Laird hauled her up and hugged her close. “Don’t cry, sugar…I should have pulled out and warned you.”

  Layle shook her head in denial. “I wasn’t expecting it,” she whispered, wiping away the stupid tears.

  Laird smiled, kissing the tops of her cheeks. “You did wonderfully…you need to pay closer attention. Most dicks will swell just slightly. You’ll feel it.”

  Layle snorted. “I think my mouth was numb,” she mumbled, snuggling her cheek against his chest.

  Laird chuckled. “Out, Layle. Wanna see this bed of yours that you so nicely moaned in a few weeks ago.”

  Layle’s eyes widened. She hadn’t been that loud had she! Shit, why hadn’t he said anything that morning?

  Laird followed her down the hall to her room, a smile spreading across his face at the dimly lit room, a king-size bed positioned at an angle from the corner. She liked her comforts as well. Pillows galore and even a triangle-shaped pillow lay perched in a corner. “Thought you didn’t have sex?” he asked, looking pointedly at the cushion.

  Layle shook her head. “I don’t…Harley bought it for me because I was struggling with something.”

  Laird raised a questioning brow. “What?” he asked.

  Layle grunted, crossing her arms over her chest. “Getting off…I can’t always hold myself at the angle I want, and she had walked in on me as I was having a minor meltdown and assisted.”

  Laird frowned. “How close are you and Harley?” He wasn’t sure if he wanted to come between two women. Or get involved with two women.

  Layle shook her head. “We’re best friends, but nothing more,” she assured.

  Laird rounded the bed, stopping at her nightstand. He cocked his head, opening the top drawer. He nearly whistled at her neatly stored collection of dildos. He glanced over his shoulder at Layle. She stood, cheeks flushed and her eyes averted. “Shy now?” he asked.

  Layle bit her lower lip. She closed her eyes in mortification. If only he knew. “It’s not the only drawer,” she whispered. Ah fuck, why did she even open her mouth! Oh yeah. No sub shall lie to their Master. Wait, they were equal here. And as equals he had every right to know how she worked.

  Laird raised his brows, closing t
he drawer and opening the next. A smile came to his face at the assortment of plugs, specific lubes, and a couple of oblong vibrators.

  “There’s another drawer,” she whispered.

  Laird laughed. “Shit, Layle, you know how to keep variety,” he hummed, closing the drawer and opening the bottom. He chuckled at the variety of little whips. He plucked up a short leather-strapped one, glancing at her. “Tell me, is it you who uses this or Harley?”

  Layle shook her head. “None of those have been used…” Her cheeks flushed. “I saw it and liked it so I bought it. It’s cute,” she shared, cringing that he was going through her most personal things.

  Laird grinned, nodding. He laid it on the nightstand, closed the drawer, opened the second one, and looked over the selection. “What size?” he asked.

  “Medium,” she whispered, a blush covering her face.

  Laird nodded, grabbing a large. Time for a change for his little pet. He grabbed up a lube, closed the drawer, and opened the top. He hummed and hawed at the variety, finally grabbing up a hot-pink eight-inch jelly dildo.

  He looked over his assortment. “Come here, Layle,” he ordered.

  Layle rounded the bed and stood behind him, her lower lip still clenched between her teeth.

  “Bend over, rest your body on your bed, and spread your legs,” he ordered.

  Layle did as instructed.

  Laird smiled as she kept the towel wrapped around her little body. She was such a good girl. He ran his hand along the length of her leg.

  Her breath caught, and she stiffened as he traced the large scar on her inner thigh. “They tried to kill you?” he whispered.

  Layle inhaled a deep breath, slow to release. “I don’t want to talk about that please.” Not now, not while he touched her.

  Laird clenched his teeth. He was going to call a few friends and have some words with people. He was pretty sure no one would miss the ones that were out…Steven now, he might be a bit of a challenge.

  His thumb traced the scar, and his hand cupped her pussy. “I want this shaved,” he voiced.

  Layle swallowed nervously.

  Laird rubbed her ass cheeks, smiling at the small handful she offered. He pressed his hand down on the small of her back, and her ass tilted nicely. “Stay like that,” he ordered, running his finger through her slick juices. His heart’s desire pride beamed in him that she genuinely enjoyed this. He ran his wet fingers along her seam, massaging her asshole and smiling as she hummed into the sheets. His finger circled her puckered star, and her hips jerked. His hand was firm as he smacked her cheek.

  “Sorry, Sir,” she whispered, stilling her body.

  “Better,” he hummed, removing his hands from her.

  Layle nearly jumped up in protest. How could he stop touching her! She held her ground, heard the drawer open and close, and felt the soft slither of leather against her ass cheek. Her ass clenched in anticipation.

  “You will get none of this if you continue to move, Layle…I would really like to turn this pale skin of yours a flaming red by the end of the night. Do you think you can hold yourself or do we have to find another way to help you with that?”

  Layle whimpered. “I can hold myself, Sir,” she panted.

  Laird smiled. It was what he wanted to hear. He gave the little flogger a slap across her ass, and the hum that escaped her awakened a hunger in him. “Your safe word is vault,” he ordered.

  “Vault,” she repeated, letting him know she heard.

  Layle held still as he slapped the light flogger over her ass cheeks. They stung in the most pleasurable way. Her ass heated as he continued his frenzied assault on her ass. “Shit, Layle…so fucking beautiful all red and heated.” He let the flogger fall to the floor, his hands groping her heated ass. He groaned and dipped closer, biting her cheek.

  Layle bucked at the sharp sensation of his teeth.

  Laird’s fingers found her drenched slit, and he slid two home, her hums of want urging him on. He fucked her vigorously with his fingers. He pulled his fingers out and gave her a quick swat.

  “Condoms?” he asked.

  Layle shook her head. “I don’t have any…I don’t bring men here…Harley might.” She grunted as he left her. She tried to slow her breath, her body was on fire, begging and waiting for him to finish what he had started.

  He returned, a three pack in his grip. “You really need to let me take you home,” he grumbled, ripping one open.

  Layle’s eyes widened as he sheathed his thick cock.

  Laird snickered at the look in her eyes. “You make me feel good with those looks of awe, Layle,” he shared, grabbing up a plug.

  Layle shook her head. “Wouldn’t that be too much?” she asked. A quiver of fear rolled through her at the thought of the plug filling her ass and Laird filling her cunt.

  “Yes, but I want you to feel full.” He lubed the plug, poising it at her puckered hole.

  Layle tensed as he eased it in.

  “Relax, pet,” he ordered.

  She inhaled a staggering breath as he eased the plug forward before retreating, playing with her ass. The friction alone did a number on her, the easy slick slide of the plug against her tight barrier. “Please Laird,” she begged lifting her ass higher to him. She didn’t care if he was too big or that the plug was too big, she needed something filled.

  Laird eased it in smiling as her ass sucked it in. He littered soft kisses over the round mounds of her red ass cheeks. “What’s your word?” he asked again.

  Layle hummed against her comforter, her mind floating as the plug filled her nicely. “Vault,” she whispered gasping at the feel of his thick cock at the entrance. She stilled and he stopped.

  “Layle…you need to trust that I’m not going to hurt you.”

  Layle nodded. “I do…you’re just…so big.”

  Laird smiled giving her a poke. “You’re soaked, little one. One slide in and I’ll hold.”

  Layle nodded, body relaxing in his arms. She reared up as he slid home, her whole lower region filling with an overwhelming feeling of fullness. “Oh my God…oh God…Too much!” she mumbled, frozen in place. Her body wanted to crawl away and leap over the other side of the bed separating them from each other. Her breath caught in her throat and she whined.

  Laird ran his hand along her back, rubbing out the rigidness there. “Relax, Layle, breathe,” he ordered.

  She harrumphed. “You try doing that stuffed full of man and plug!” she grumbled.

  Laird chuckled. “Lucky we’re not at my place…I would find the largest dildo and shove it up your cunt and whip you for speaking out like that.”

  Layle shuddered, the shiver sending sweet quivers through Laird. “I want you to move, Layle. Lift your body so your tits drag along the bed,” he ordered.

  Layle lifted herself, Laird’s dick hitting a whole new spot in her. She panted, biting her lower lip. Her eyes rolled at the sweet dark sensation drilling through her. Or was it pain?

  “Move, Layle, or I’ll move for you,” he ordered, his voice deep and gruff.

  “It hurts,” she grumbled.

  Laird smacked her ass. “No, it doesn’t, it just feels full!” he corrected.

  Layle assessed the feeling rearing through her body. He was right. She shifted her body, and the sensations that struck her took her to a whole new level. The skim of her tight nipples against the bed sent tingles straight to her clit, causing her cunt and ass to clench. Her eyes rolled and she moved forward, his dick gliding smoothly through her juices.

  “Good girl, there you go.” His hands seized her hips, holding her tightly but allowing her to take the lead.

  She hummed at the realization that it was her in the lead. She rode him in slow increments. Her body was slow to adjust to his thickness, to the plug in her ass. His hands gripped her, and she was sure he would leave bruises on her body.

  “Now you’ll go fast and hard, Layle,” he ordered, reaching around, his finger strumming her clit.

  L
ayle reared up and groaned at the sensation striking her. Her hips bucked against him. The slap of their bodies echoed in the room. Her eager pants echoing in her ears as Laird’s groans overlapped her high-pitched tones.

  Her body stiffened as white lights flickered across her vision, and her body floated with pleasure. Her hands grasped her tiny tits, thumbs and fingers pinching her nipples.

  “That’s a girl, pull them,” he ordered close to her ear.

  Layle careened as her orgasm overtook her.

  Laird held her hips in place as he hammered her cunt. Her body trembled beneath him as her cunt sucked at his cock.

  “Baby…gonna come.” He growled, his hands squeezing her hips until he froze, his cock jerking in her.

  Layle croaked at the feeling, the sensation of his dick pulsating in her cunt. “I can feel it!” she hollered, both falling to the bed in a heap of moans and groans.

  Chapter Seven

  Laird caressed her shoulder, easing his half-limp cock from her. “I’m going to remove the plug.”

  Layle nodded, her body slumping further into the bed, eyes closed, a soft, heavy haze surrounding her.

  Laird smiled, slowly easing the plug from her. “This will be the only time I will clean your toys for you,” he whispered.

  Layle nodded. She knew he would want her to serve him.

  He disappeared from the room, and she settled in, eyes closing, drifting in her sex-induced coma. The warm cloth was a minor shock, more like a comforting caress as he cleaned her.

  “Crawl in, be back in a minute,” he murmured.

  Layle snuggled into her blankets, listening to Laird as he moved around her apartment. She shivered in delight. Her whole lower body felt used, and her soul felt warmed. She closed her eyes and snuggled deeper, a soft sigh escaping her.

  Laird slipped in behind her, pulling her into his arms.

  “Thank you,” Layle whispered.

  Laird pecked her on the temple, hand spreading across her flat tummy. “Thank you, Layle,” he whispered. It had been a long time since he had been able to flog a woman with that intensity and her not call a safe word. “Come home with me, Layle.”