Brand (The Donovan Dynasty)

by Sierra Cartwright

  “It will be kinky?”

  He couldn’t help but smile. “Do you want it to be?”

  “Yeah.”

  When she looked at him like that—wide-eyed and guileless—and when she spoke to him with a husky vibration in her throat, he had to fight for control. “My bedroom,” he told her. “Now.”

  In spite of the storm, Loopy remained where she was even when Sofia stood and headed toward the stairs.

  “Wait.”

  She stopped and looked back at him, her eyebrows drawn together in question.

  “Indulge me if you will. Take off your clothes.”

  She turned back toward him. “All of them?”

  “All of them.” If he had his way, there would be a time in the near future when she wouldn’t question him. Instead, she’d be so comfortable with him, with herself, that she’d simply do as he bid. Drop her garments, and maybe add a respectful, “Yes, Sir.”

  Her hands shook as she undressed and he found that sexy. This time he didn’t help her, instead, he watched.

  She sat on the wooden trunk to take off her boots. Then she removed everything else and put it all on the couch.

  “Better,” he said. “Much, much better.” Slowly he stood. Then, unable to resist, he traced his forefinger down the column of her throat. For a few moments, he was mesmerized, and obviously, so was she. After shaking his head to clear it, he waved toward the stairs. “After you.” He heard her shaky breaths, but she didn’t argue.

  He followed, appreciating the sight of her naked body as her hips moved, her breasts swayed and her hair brushed her shoulders. The reality was even more erotic than his imagination had been.

  In his bedroom, he said, “There are condoms in the cabinet beneath the right-hand sink.”

  She paused long enough to take a breath, but she didn’t question him.

  He fetched a couple of lengths of silk rope from a dresser drawer and placed them on the nightstand before removing the quilt and draping it over a chair. She returned a moment later, the small packet in hand. “Put it there,” he instructed.

  The moment she saw the rope, she swung her gaze to him.

  He didn’t speak, and neither did she. Instead, she put the condom where he’d suggested. “Now undress me,” he said.

  She glanced at the floor then back at him. Her footsteps were silent as she closed the distance between them.

  Her hands were steadier than he expected as she unsnapped the pearl buttons. He rolled his shoulders to dislodge his shirt and she hung it from the bedpost. Then she watched as he tugged off the white T-shirt and dropped it on the floor.

  She trailed her fingers across his bare chest.

  “Am I allowed to tell you how sexy I think you are?”

  “As much as you want.” He brushed hair back from her face and tucked it behind her ears.

  “Now my boots.” He sat on the side of the bed, leaving her no choice but to crouch to remove the first one. “I might hire you to do this full-time,” he said.

  “I think you’re depraved.”

  “Merely allowing you to experience the full joy of submission.”

  “Mmm-hmm.”

  He fisted his hand in her hair and pulled back her head. Her lips parted slightly as she looked at him. The flecks in her eyes were more pronounced than they had been earlier. Her sensual movements soothed the beast in him. “Continue,” he told her.

  She took off each boot. Then instead of rising, she scooted back, still on her knees. He wasn’t sure whether she’d done it on purpose, but it was so perfectly submissive that he felt a flare of masculine possession.

  He stood.

  With deft motions, she unfastened his sterling-silver belt buckle. “I hadn’t noticed earlier.” She traced the horses on the metal. “It’s the ranch logo.”

  “Observant.”

  “This close, it’s hard to miss.” Her voice held a hint of sass.

  “I don’t mind having your mouth that near to my cock, ever,” he said.

  She pulled the belt from its loops then placed it on the nightstand.

  Then, taking her time, she unfastened the metal button at the top of his jeans before lowering the zipper.

  She eased the denim from him, then the boxer briefs.

  “Damn,” she said.

  His cock was erect, throbbing.

  “It’s… You’re well-endowed.”

  He gripped her shoulders. “Your nakedness has an effect on me, my sweet Sofia.”

  “I think I’m scared again,” she said.

  “I’m sure you’ll manage.” He grinned.

  She wrinkled her nose, as if she wasn’t sure she believed him.

  “Up,” he said, putting his hands on her shoulders.

  Instead of responding, she resisted a little.

  He scowled.

  “May I?” Without waiting for an answer, she swirled her tongue around his cockhead.

  He dug his fingers into her skin. “Sofia, I don’t think you have a fucking clue what you’re doing to me.”

  Never acknowledging that he’d spoken, she took more of him into her mouth, sliding up and down, back and forth. “Woman…”

  She wrapped a hand around his shaft. She squeezed as she stroked. Outside, lightning slashed the sky.

  His balls drew up and tightened. Cum, hot and heavy, threatened. “Enough.” The word was more growl than actual speech. “I mean it.” He captured her wrist. “Immediately.”

  The confounded vixen continued for another few seconds before pulling back, yet her heat remained. “You’re flirting with danger,” he warned her. “Be sure it’s worth it.”

  “It is.”

  “Is it?” He raised an eyebrow at her as he helped her to stand.

  “I’ve never done that for a man before. Haven’t wanted to.”

  If she had been touching him, he would have ejaculated. Damn. “I set the pace,” he told her, his words tight with tension.

  “Do you?”

  “That’s it.” He sat and pulled her over his lap. She clenched her muscles. Instead of spanking her, he stroked between her thighs, urging her legs apart. He touched her clit and her pussy, teased her.

  “Oh, oh…” She squirmed, trying to get him to give her more.

  He didn’t respond and kept his ministration light, intentionally maddening.

  “Cade!”

  “Do you want to come?”

  She arrowed her feet toward the floor then pushed off, offering her pussy to him.

  “I can’t hear you, Sofia.”

  “Yes. Yes, yes, yes.”

  “No.”

  She cried out an unfulfilled sob.

  He refused to allow the plaintive wail to dissuade him. “My pace,” he repeated. “Acknowledge what I said.”

  “Your pace,” she repeated, but not happily, if her clenched jaw was anything to judge by.

  “Good.” The musk of her arousal intoxicated him. He fought against his own base instincts. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to throw her on the bed and fuck her senseless in a ritualistic mating. This woman…

  He helped her to stand, and he looked at her.

  Her cheeks were red, her hair a riotous mess and her eyes flashed with gold. The storm raging outside couldn’t compare with the one inside him. “I want you on the bed.”

  She nodded.

  “In the middle, on your back.”

  Even though she did as he asked, she did it slowly, exaggerating her motions. “Arms above your head, spread out. And splay your legs, too.”

  He secured her wrists and checked to be sure they weren’t too tight. “Comfortable?”

  She tested the bonds. Her eyes widened a bit when she realized she couldn’t extract herself. “Yes.”

  Before tying her ankles to the footboard, he asked, “You know you can stop this at any time?”

  “I don’t want to.” She shook her head.

  “If you change your mind…”

  “Thank you. But please…” She f
licked a glance at his rigid cock. “Put it in me.”

  “Fuck you?” he clarified.

  Boldly she met his gaze. “Fuck me.”

  Motions deft and sure, he attached her ankles to the bed. “Are your muscles okay?”

  “It’s a little uncomfortable. Not bad, though.”

  “You wanted to suck my cock, sweet Sofia?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then do.” He moved over her then reversed positions so that his cock was near her mouth and his face was all but buried in her pussy. He parted her labia and licked.

  She jerked, thrusting her hips up as far as the bonds would allow, and he moved so that his cock entered her mouth. “That’s my girl,” he approved.

  He was careful to keep most of his weight off her while he exerted enough pressure to fuck her mouth.

  She whimpered and moaned, and she was even louder when he flicked his tongue rapidly over her clit. He pulled back for a moment then plunged his tongue into her tight cunt.

  Since it wouldn’t take long for him to explode, Cade forced himself to focus on Sofia, pleasing her even as he demanded the honesty of her physical responses.

  He felt her body strain as she pulled on the ropes, but he refused to give any quarter. After a full minute of tonguing her, he changed his position a little so he could thrust his fingers into her.

  As she sucked him, keeping pressure on his cockhead, he found her G-spot and pressed against it.

  She bucked and moaned, thrashing her head as much as she was able. He ate her pussy until her mouth stilled on his dick and she gave a muffled scream.

  He continued to torment her, giving her aftershocks that made her twitch.

  Finally, eventually, he withdrew his cock from her mouth and removed his fingers from inside her.

  He climbed off the bed to stand next to it and look down at her.

  She shuddered, helpless in her bondage.

  His cock was erect, throbbing.

  “Cade, I want you,” she said.

  He pressed a finger to her mouth. “On my terms,” he reminded her.

  Other than a soft exhalation, she didn’t protest.

  He went to his closet and returned with a number of plastic clothespins. Her eyes widened and she pulled at the bonds.

  He bent to suck one of her nipples into his mouth. Once it was hard, he put a clip on it. She hissed a breath between clenched teeth.

  “Looks beautiful.”

  “It hurts like a bugger,” she protested, looking at him again.

  Thunder rumbled outside, matching his mood.

  He walked around to the other side of the bed and repeated the process, clamping her other nipple. She wiggled her feet. And she stared in wide-eyed fascination as he moved to the foot of the bed.

  “Ah…”

  “It’ll be more uncomfortable than painful,” he promised as he affixed clothespins to her smallest toes.

  She flexed, as if trying to dislodge them. “They’re annoying,” she said.

  “I meant for them to be. They’ll distract from the ache in your nipples, and they will intensify your orgasm.”

  “Any more intense and I’ll come out of my skin,” she insisted.

  “I can only hope.”

  “You do have a sadistic streak.”

  He twisted the pins. She cried out and he grinned. “It’s more than a streak, I promise you. How do your nipples feel?”

  “I’m noticing the clothespins more and more.”

  “I might just stand here and look at you, wait until the color darkens. Watch you squirm. Wonder when you’ll cry out and beg me to take them off.”

  As he’d intended, she shifted. “Do you have any idea what you look like there, secured in my bonds, to my bed, with a wet pussy, wondering when I’ll fuck you?” He showed her that he still held two clothespins. “Suggestions as to where I should put these?” He swept his gaze over her body.

  “Cade…”

  “How about on your pussy lips?”

  She attempted to roll to one side, but the silk rope made it impossible for her to move much more than an inch either direction.

  In turn, he plumped each of her labia before affixing a clamp.

  She whimpered.

  “How’s that?” he asked.

  “Wicked,” she insisted.

  He climbed onto the mattress and gripped each pussy clamp then pulled them wide to expose her cunt. “Beautiful,” he told her.

  Her breaths came in ragged, desperate little bursts, the heady stuff of his fantasies. He knew it had to be uncomfortable, not entirely painful, but annoying. “Should I lick you again?”

  “You should fuck me,” she replied.

  For a woman who wasn’t very experienced, she was figuring this out fast. “Tell me you want to move at my pace.”

  She lifted her head for a second before dropping it back down on the pillow with a tiny moan. “I want to move at your pace,” she repeated.

  “Now relax.”

  “When my whole body feels as if it’s on fire?”

  “Especially then.” He released his grip on the plastic pins. Since they still kept her lips parted, he stroked her, dipping inside her vagina to moisten his finger then drawing it up over her clit.

  Her scent filled the air, making it more difficult for him to contain his own energy.

  He brought her to orgasm then pushed her over the edge with his tongue.

  She screamed his name. “Now! Please?”

  Those words.

  He plucked the pins from her labia then dropped them on the mattress before leaving her to roll a condom down his cock. He didn’t even have to stroke himself to be sure he was hard enough.

  She closed her eyes and worried her lower lip when he moved between her legs.

  To get her attention, he twisted the makeshift clamps on her nipples.

  She screamed. “That’s going to make me come again.”

  “You’re more wonderful than I could have hoped,” he told her as he placed his cockhead at the entrance to her pussy.

  “I’m still not sure about this,” she said, her voice skeptical.

  “You’re wet, and we’ll go slowly.”

  He kept his weight off her and used the smallest motions, going only a tiny bit deeper with each stroke as he sought to coax a response and make her forget her apprehension.

  “This is…”

  “You okay?” he asked, staring down at her. Her eyes were wide, and the flecks seemed to flare as lightning continued in the distance.

  “It’s amazing. Yes.”

  When he was balls deep, she sighed.

  “Yes,” she whispered. She did her best to raise her hips, but the force of his forward thrust pinned her down again.

  “I want to be able to put my arms around you,” she protested.

  “Another time,” he promised. Beneath him, he felt each of her muscles strain. And he loved the fact she couldn’t do anything other than submit.

  He found a rhythm he could maintain for more than a few strokes. Gingerly, he shifted so that he could reach between them to press against her swollen clit.

  She began to convulse.

  Then he moved so that he could play with the pins.

  “I… This…” Whatever else she was going to say was drowned in her scream, and her internal muscles squeezed him.

  Sofia said his name over and over, making it into a chant.

  The sound pitched him over the edge. He drove into her and allowed himself to spurt, coming in a hot rush.

  Then, drained, he forced himself to get off her. It’d been so fucking long since he’d had sex that hot, it left him momentarily depleted.

  He shook his head to get some oxygen back into it so he could check on the beautiful little submissive whose curious innocence had given him so much. “You okay?”

  “I’ll let you know tomorrow.” But she smiled.

  He removed the clamps, taking time to suck each nipple until she stopped wincing and the circulation return
ed. After removing the ones he’d placed on her toes, he told her, “Move your feet around.”

  “Thank you. You were right. They did add something to it, but now they’re irritating as hell.”

  “I’ll get you out of the rope, too.” It didn’t take long to free her from the restraints, and he made gentle circles on her skin to ease the chafing. “Move slow,” he cautioned.

  Cade went into the bathroom to dispose of the condom then immediately returned to her. He sat on the mattress then rested his back against the headboard before pulling her against him.

  She snuggled right in, as if they’d done it a dozen times. He smoothed her hair from her face and he appreciated the way its length trailed across his chest. “Talk to me,” he encouraged when he heard her breathing take on a normal, relaxed rhythm. “Too much? Do you hurt anywhere?”

  “I’m okay,” she said. “Really.” She maneuvered so that she could look at him.

  “Nothing’s overly sore?”

  “My legs are a bit tired, but they’ll feel better once I move around.”

  “Your pussy?” he asked, putting a hand above her pubic bone.

  “Never fear. I survived the attack of the gargantuan cock.”

  He tugged back on her hair, forcing her to look at him. A playful smile danced in her eyes and her mouth. Definitely not the look of a woman with negative after-effects from a scene.

  “I may never walk straight again. Does that feed your ego?”

  “Oh, my sweet Sofia, you will regret your comment.”

  “Will I?”

  He shook his head. They needed to have a conversation about bratting, one he reinforced with leather. But for now, he wanted her right here.

  “I liked the whole thing,” she assured him.

  “No questions? No concerns?”

  “Like earlier, it may take some time to work through it.”

  He held her as the storm continued to batter the house. She stayed curled against him, offering her total trust. It wouldn’t take much to convince him to stay here the entire evening, learning about her, exploring her, tormenting her, but his phone rang. “Duty calls.” He eased himself from the bed and leveled a look at her. “But don’t think for a moment that I’m done with you.”

  Chapter Seven

  Cade’s eyes matched the stormy outdoors, and a shudder went through Sofia. Not from fear, but from anticipation.