by Skylar Kade
“Oh, no, you don’t, Dr. Brunner. I’ve got you where I want you, and I’m not letting your embarrassment get in the way. We should go make nice and socialize, but I don’t want to give you the opportunity to close up again. Instead, you are going to begin your first lesson with me.”
She opened her mouth to protest, and he silenced her again with a short, albeit sweet, kiss. “Obedience, Lara. We will sit and discuss specifics in a little while, but for now, trust me. Trust I’ll be here to catch you when you let go.”
Dammit, those words again. Let go. First dream-Jaxon, then Samantha, now real-Jaxon. Lara guessed the universe was trying to send her a message. She looked into his eyes, feeling the sparks between them coalesce into something stronger, an invisible thread tying her to him. It scared her even as it made her heart race in anticipation.
“Okay.” She flashed him a tentative smile. Although she didn’t know Jaxon well, she trusted him. And not only because both Samantha and Kat vouched for him. Besides, she didn’t want to make a scene. They had attracted enough attention as it was.
She was stuck there for the weekend, so she may as well make the most of the opportunity. Treat it as an experiment. The geeky part of her wanted to take notes and measurements of their time together in order to quantify how different a Dominant could be from an average guy.
And since Jax had decided he wanted to train her, she guessed sitting back and watching or hiding in her room with a book was out of the question. The idea of participating, of physically experiencing some of what the BDSM lifestyle had to offer, excited her. Way more than she thought it would. Maybe there was something to Sam’s belief that Maison Domine would shake up her life. She could feel the beginning tendrils of change unfurling in her already. Dr. Lara Brunner, giving up control of her life—who’d have seen that one coming?
Jax reached for her. His hand opened, waiting patiently for her own. For her silent acceptance of his offer to train her for the weekend. Having decided to throw her staid professorial persona to the wayside for the weekend, she took his hand. The question was, would two days be enough to sate her craving for submission, or would she be unable to return to her staid existence?
Chapter Five
Her palms were sweating. Whatever sense of calm she had felt down in the party room dissipated as she followed Jax up to his third-floor suite. If she had thought her room was spacious, it was nothing compared to his. He had a little kitchenette, a living room, a separate bedroom, and the most decadent bathroom she had ever seen. He gave her a quick tour before setting her down on the couch. She barely took in the four-poster bed and Jaxon’s unpacked bags sitting on the dresser before he dragged her back out to the main room.
He shed his leather jacket and sat next to her on the buttery leather sofa, turning her towards him. His fingers reached up to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear, and she nuzzled into his palm.
“Ah, Lara. You are so intriguingly submissive.” He retracted his hand, leaving her feeling bereft. “But, before we start, we have to talk about this weekend.”
“What, a man actually wanting to talk? Isn’t chat a four-letter word in the male vocabulary?”
He chuckled, and she got warm, fuzzy feelings. She liked making him laugh, seeing his smile and knowing she put it there. He always looked too serious on campus.
“Not in mine. Communication is one of the most important aspects of any BDSM relationship. We need to discuss your expectations, my hopes, and any concerns you may have.”
“Oh. Well, I’m still trying to figure everything out. I’m sorry I’m not more experienced.” Lara looked away from his deep green eyes, again ashamed of her naiveté.
He threaded his fingers through her hair and tilted her eyes to meet his. “There’s nothing wrong with inexperience. Honestly, I kind of like being the one to introduce you to these things.” He smiled, and she melted a little more for him. “Let’s start with the basics. You need to choose a safe word. It should be a word you wouldn’t use during sexual play, or in everyday conversation. Ouch is not a safe word. Neither is oh baby, do it harder.” At the last, he gave her a big grin. She laughed, and he swiped a finger across her lips.
“You are stunning, and not your body alone. Your big sexy brain gets to me every time I see you.” The heat in his eyes warmed places in her heart she thought would never thaw. She could feel herself sinking into his eyes, being swept up in his presence, but couldn’t seem to stop herself. She couldn’t even, for the life of her, remember why a man like Jaxon would never fall for a woman like her. Or the rule preventing colleagues at Waterman University from dating.
“Thank…thank you,” she whispered, forcing herself to accept the compliment. “And for a safe word, how about benzene? Organic chemistry and sex don’t overlap, so it’s not something I’d say accidentally.”
He nodded his acceptance. “Now for my rules. They are quite simple—honesty, respect, and effort. You need to feel comfortable expressing any questions or misgivings you may have with anything we do, no matter how embarrassing. In addition, you will call me Sir for the weekend. You must show respect for me, as I in turn will respect you. Finally, I know you may not succeed to your perfectionist standards in everything we do. And don’t try to tell me you’re not a perfectionist. No one achieves what you have without being a Type A. All I ask is that you give your best effort this weekend. Can you live with those rules?”
“Yes, they are very reasonable. Here I was expecting you to ask for blind obedience and twenty lashes.” She smiled, letting him know she was joking. Okay, half-joking.
“Yes…what?” He chuckled and gave her a raised eyebrow.
“Yes…Sir.” She thought she would have to work to remember the name, but when the word passed her lips, she felt tingles run across her whole body. The vise surrounding her heart for most of her adult life loosened a fraction. It seemed natural, calling him as Sir.
Jax felt like a grinning fool. Of late, he’d had no desire to have a submissive of his own. He trained them, and they parted ways amicably. But he had never felt such a draw towards one of them.
Lara was different from the rest, and it unnerved him. But she had expressed no interest in anything beyond training. He tamped down those somewhat unwanted emotions. Sunday would come, and they would see each around campus, and things would be back to normal. He wasn’t sure if he was exactly happy about that.
“Lara, do you have any requests? Physical difficulties? Limits to our play?”
Lara looked thoughtful. “I don’t think so…Sir.” A slight tremor wracked her body when she called him Sir. Jaxon experienced the deepest satisfaction at that realization.
He pulled her into the bedroom behind him, intent to start her training. “We’ll begin with the basics, Lara. Kneel. ” He sat on the edge of the bed with her in between his legs. The sharp command had her obeying instantly. He straightened her posture, moved her hands behind her back, and spread her knees farther apart. Her short black skirt rode up her thighs and she squirmed, obviously uncomfortable with being exposed like she was. “And you will keep your head up. You have stunning blue eyes. I want to be able to look at them.
“This is your kneeling position. Feel how open you are to me.” He threaded his fingers through her silky honey strands. “In this position, I can touch you anywhere I like.”
He felt the shiver run through her body. His chest ached from the mere sight of her.
“Now, focus, and listen to me.” Lara closed her eyes in meditation. Jax knew many self-professed Dominants thought physical submission was the foundation for BDSM. He believed true submission started in the mind.
Jax stood and walked a circle around her, dragging a finger across her back. “Submission is not easy. I will push your limits, and discipline you, and thoroughly explore your potential. And in return, you will experience incredible highs, physically and mentally, unlike anything you’ve ever known.”
He knelt in front of her, cradling her face in his la
rge hands. “All you have to do is let yourself go.” He kissed her, tasting her tentativeness and her desire, as potent as whiskey. He had never before experienced problems with his own discipline, but he almost forgot about training her. All Jax could think about was getting her hot, luscious body under his as quickly as possible.
He pulled out of the kiss, reining in his raging hard-on. A few deep breaths centered Jax enough for him to proceed.
“Stand.” Kneeling eye-level to the waistband of her skirt was an incredible temptation. Her eyes were still closed, but jerked open when he wrapped his hands around her ankles.
She looked about to question him, and he preempted her with a brief, “Shhh. Trust me.” Her eyes closed again, but he could see how much the gesture cost her.
In his experience, strong women like Lara, even if they were submissive, would never admit to it. Only the most fearless could explore such a duality, being independent and in charge, while still giving up control to someone they trusted. He felt incredibly privileged that she had such faith in him to give up some of her independence.
Jax gently pulled her feet apart as his hands stroked up her calves. He ducked his head to place a smattering of kisses along her knee. He leaned around to lave the back of her left knee, his hands steadying her as a tremor quivered through her body.
Smelling her arousal was almost enough to break down the walls of his hard-won control. He’d bet her panties were damp, but he had never been one to rely on bets. Jax wanted to know for sure.
His fingers trailed up and down her thighs, barely sneaking under the hem of her skirt. She let out a little moan, and Jax glanced up at her to make sure it was a sound of desire. From the look on her face, it could have been nothing else.
Spreading her legs apart even farther bunched her skirt up to the top of her thighs. Oh sweet lord, she was wearing a barely-there black lace thong. And it was damp. It made her skin look creamy and delicious. Jax prayed Lara was wearing the matching bra.
He took a deep breath, and went lightheaded. She smelled like sunshine and honey and woman, and he knew she would taste even better. He exhaled across her mound, eliciting another needy moan from her.
Jax pulled back and unfastened her skirt. There were four silver buttons separating him from nirvana, and he couldn’t get them undone fast enough. Finally, he yanked her skirt down to pool around her ankles.
“Step out of it.” She complied, and he tossed the skirt aside.
Lara was wet, her breath hitching with desire, and he had pushed himself to the limit. If he didn’t see her naked, and soon, he would go crazy. Jaxon had no idea Lara had such a stunning body under her boxy, professional suits. The woman was curvy in all the right places, and her taut skin begged to be nibbled on. She was far from the hard-edged models he usually dated, and he was entranced by that.
He stood and pulled her sweater over her head to reveal more of her soft, smooth skin. Her top brushed by his nose as it cleared her head, wafting the aroma of vanilla and cinnamon and the scent that was indefinably Lara, making his mouth water even more for her.
Oh shit. Her bra wasn’t only black lace, it was cut to present her breasts as if on a platter. Her nipples were barely covered by the lace, her large pale areolas peeking out above the bra, tempting him to lick and nibble them until he pulled up a mark on her skin. He had never wanted to leave memories of sex before. The desire deeply unnerved him.
Chapter Six
“Lara…” His eyes devoured her body. Under his perusal, she almost felt free. It was an odd feeling. She was not only unselfconscious about the situation, but also eager to follow his next command. Even if this was all she experienced over the weekend, Lara felt the beginnings of the change she desperately needed in her life. As a professor, she juggled too many balls, so it was a welcome relief to leave the worries to someone she trusted, even for only a moment. And she did trust Jax—from the worshipful way he handled her, and how reverently he treated her submission.
She whimpered.
His gaze connected with hers. “Yes, Lara, ask for what you want. You should never feel you need to hold back from me, with your words or your body.”
“Touch me, please, Sir!” As soon as the word crossed her lips, delicious tingles raced from her head, through her heart, to land in her pussy.
“Where, Lara? Show me.” As he commanded her, he pulled off his T-shirt. The sight of his tan skin set her mouth to watering, and completely distracted her from his command. He was a beautiful golden color, with hard-defined abs bisected by a line of fine black hair begging her tongue to trail it to the rock-hard erection pressing against his jeans.
A sharp smack against her ass made her jump. The painful swat only made her wetter, dammit.
“Lara, I said show me. I don’t like repeating myself.” His green eyes bore into hers as he sat to unlace his boots. They never broke eye contact—his expectant, hers nervous.
She nibbled her bottom lip, and the fire in his eyes sparked. She tentatively raised her hands, unsure where to put them. Lara knew exactly where she wanted his hands, his mouth, but wasn’t sure about touching herself to show him. For too long she had tried to ignore everything below her neck, which was probably why she often woke with her hand down her panties, touching the much-neglected area.
Jax cleared his throat, and her hands flew to her neck.
“Here, Sir! I want you to kiss my neck.”
Boots off, he stood. “Is that all?”
She could feel her blush rising again. Her hands trailed from her neck to rest lightly on the sides of her breasts. “Here too, Sir.”
“Touch them for me.” His hands went to the waistband of his jeans, and, with a yank, he was gloriously, beautifully, naked. He hadn’t worn underwear. The sight inspired her and her hands went to her breasts and kneaded them, plucking her nipples, trying to put out the fire incited by Jaxon’s delicious body.
He groaned, but made no move to touch her. “Good girl. You’re so beautiful. Show me more.”
Lost in the sensations, the vision of this man, the scent of him, the thread of steel in his voice brooking no argument, she babbled, “Sir, I want you to touch me everywhere. Want your hands on my breasts, your mouth on mine, my neck, your body covering mine. God, I ache!”
Lara was like a distant observer as lust overtook her body. She felt her right hand trail down from her breast, across her stomach, and under her thong to her wet core. She had never behaved so wantonly, but couldn’t have stopped herself even if it hadn’t felt incredible.
“Please, oh God, Sir, I need to feel you!” Lara circled her throbbing clit with one finger before sliding her hand farther down. She needed to be filled, and her fingers would have to do for now. At the first penetration, she moaned out loud.
Pumping in and out of her wet pussy, she brought herself close to the edge. She trailed her other hand down to strum her clit, whimpering with the tingles spreading through her womb. It had never felt like this before, had never been this intense. Knowing Jaxon watched her with fire in his eyes only made her hotter.
Lara reached for her orgasm, almost there, when two iron hands wrapped around her wrists, effectively stopping any movement.
Her eyes opened and met Jaxon’s. He looked positively feral, his jaw tight and his eyes blazing.
“You will not come without permission.”
Lara sobbed, needing the orgasm to stop building and break over her. She thought she would fracture from the pleasure. How could he bring her to the edge and force her to stop?
“Normally, I would make you earn your first orgasm with me, but I find myself unable to resist you.”
Unstoppable tendrils of pleasure rushed through her body, centering on her clit, the result of knowing how much he desired her. The devil on her shoulder tempted her to say fuck it and come without his permission, but try as she might, Lara could not bring herself to defy his order. The revelation was almost enough in itself to pull her from the point of no return, but one look a
t the sexy man towering over her, and she was back on the precipice. She scrambled for some kind of distraction, not wanting to come against his wishes.
She barely registered Jax moving around behind her to press against her back. She could feel his hot, naked erection burning into her skin, making it harder to resist orgasm. He felt perfect against her, and his musky, manly scent overwhelmed her. She was dizzy with wanting him. She wanted to come, tried to let herself go, but found she could not. Jax had her trapped in arousal like a fly entangled in a spider’s web.
“You are deliciously perfect, Kitten.” His strong fingers twined in her hair and yanked her head to the side, making her gasp in pleasure. His desire-roughened voice rumbled in her ear. “Come for me. Let go, sweet.” He moved his lips down to her neck and bit down.
It was like his voice, the pleasure-pain he gave her, was the key to her long-denied orgasm. The tendrils grew into waves of desire, crashing over her at the feel of his teeth marking her skin. Her body convulsed in pleasure, and she let out a ragged wail as she came harder than ever before in her life.
Her head canted back, resting on his solid shoulder while she caught her breath.
“Lara, you are incredible.”
Two strong arms swooped beneath her knees to lift her against his chest. She couldn’t even find the energy to put up a token feminist protest at his behavior. They gently tumbled to the bed, Jaxon spooning against her naked back. At some point she had lost her bra, but for the life of her, Lara could not remember when or how.
She supposed a Dom was allowed his whims, but cuddling was not something she would have associated with BDSM. Obviously, he read her expression, because he answered her unspoken question.
“No, this night has not gone like I thought it would.” He sighed. “Training should be much more structured. You should be learning the different positions, exploring sensation play, bondage, and your submissive nature. This…this is something else altogether.”
