Dark Attraction: The Corde Noire Series

by Alexandrea Weis

  “Do you do this a lot? Use women as plates, I mean.”

  He set a large piece of chicken right above the crack of her butt. “Whenever I can.”

  When his mouth began licking her butt, Sam wasn’t sure what to think. It felt weird at first. But the way Doug did it, his tongue skimming over her cheeks while occasionally sucking on certain portions, she began to find the experience very pleasurable.

  When Doug’s mouth went after the piece of meat in the crack of her butt, a new and very exciting sensation hit her. His tongue dipped between her cheeks, making her stomach tingle like crazy. When his hands spread her cheeks apart and his tongue teased her, she sucked in a loud gasp.

  “You ever been fucked up the ass, baby?”

  Sam should have been offended by the remark. Good girls didn’t do that. She knew she should have stopped him, but couldn’t. It felt too good, and the idea of exploring such a taboo appealed to her.

  “No,” she sighed. “I’ve never done that.”

  His finger passed back and forth between her butt cheeks. “Do you want to try … with me?”

  “Did your other subs do that?”

  He patted her butt and helped her sit up. “Yes, but it’s your choice. It’s the ultimate gift for a Dom like me.” He lifted her chin. “I know you haven’t done that. What else haven’t you done?”

  Her body went rigid. Shit!

  His eyes darkened like the skies before a storm. “Sam?”

  She swung her legs around, bringing her knees up. “Please, Doug. I’m not ready.”

  “It’s Sir.” He picked her up from the bar and set her feet on the floor. “Go to the sofa.”

  Sam waved to her dinner plate. “What about—?”

  “Go!” His voice was saturated with anger.

  She hurried to the sofa. On her coffee table, she spied a few items that had been laid out: a hairbrush, a wooden spoon, and a glove made out of fur. Eyeing the table, she turned back to Doug. He was at the sink, washing his hands.

  “What are these things for?”

  Doug turned from the sink, drying his hands on a towel. “I’m going to try something.” Unbuttoning his shirt, he walked out of the kitchen. At the sofa, he yanked the shirt from the waistband of his black trousers.

  Sam’s eyes settled on his perfectly proportioned chest, and then she felt that pull of longing.

  “I’m going to test your pain and pleasure thresholds.”

  Her eyes went wide with fear. “Now?”

  He gestured for her to sit on the sofa. “Many Doms do a spanking exercise before contracting a sub.”

  She refused to sit. “No. I won’t do that.”

  He held her shoulders. “Sam, I will not hurt you. If you don’t like what I do, then say the word cat and I will stop. I want to see how far I can go with you.”

  “What on earth for?”

  He let her go. “It’s what I want. It’s part of the things I want to do with you.”

  “What could you possibly get from spanking me?”

  “Pleasure,” he answered with a smile.

  How did she respond to that? She wanted to please him, but could she do everything he asked?

  “You promise you won’t hurt me?”

  He caressed her cheek with his crooked finger. “If it hurts, I’ll stop and never do it again. But let me try. It’s not spanking like you’ve known or experienced. It is highly pleasurable.”

  Slowly, she sank to the sofa, unsure of what to expect. “I just say the word cat.”

  “Yes, and I will stop instantly.” He sat down next to her. “Do you trust me?”

  Nodding, she bit her lower lip. “I do.”

  He waved to his lap. “Lay across my lap. Put your hands on the arm of the sofa.”

  She lay across him, gripping the sofa arm. His hand rubbed over her butt. “Spread your legs slightly apart for me.”

  When his hand slipped between her cheeks and then down into her folds, Sam closed her eyes.

  “Good girl. You’re already wet.” He flicked her clit, and she jumped. “And sensitive, too.”

  He removed his hand and what happened next shocked her. He slapped her folds, making her flinch. It wasn’t painful; actually, it was highly arousing, sending jolts of electricity up her spine. He waited a few seconds and did it again, but this time she didn’t move, she moaned.

  One more slap made her body curl with need. Her grip on the arm of the sofa tightened as her need to climax took over her thoughts. He shifted beneath her, and as she waited for another delightful slap to her crotch, something tapped against her butt. The wooden spoon?

  “Did that hurt?”

  “No,” she told him.

  The next slap of the spoon was even harder, leaving a slight sting.

  “What about that?”

  “It didn’t hurt.”

  “You’re doing very well.”

  The next slap was even harder, the sting lasted longer, but after the sting vanished an intense burning arose in her loins.

  “And that?”

  She raised her butt slightly in the air. “Again.”

  This time, he meant business and the loud slap resounded about the living room. Tears filled her eyes, but as the pain subsided, the pleasure took over.

  Doug’s fingers went to her folds. “You like this.”

  “Yes,” she admitted, almost ashamed. “It hurts at first, but then ….”

  “Now you understand.”

  Maybe she did understand. If he knew this was arousing her, he must be getting aroused, too.

  “I want to know what you do when you have reached your limit,” he probed. “Do you cry out, cry tears, scream, kick, or get very quiet?”

  She dug her fingernails into the sofa arm, waiting for the next slap, but it never came. Doug’s hand tenderly rubbed her behind, but it was covered with something soft. The fur glove? Damn, that feels better than the spanking.

  “I think I cry out … I’m not sure.” She was too distracted by the glove rubbing circles on her butt to think clearly about the question.

  “All right. Let’s see what you think of this.”

  The anticipation was killing her, exciting her almost as much as his hand on her ass. The crack that came down on her butt was loud and more painful than the spoon.

  “Oww,” she cried out, kicking up her legs. She figured that had to be the brush handle.

  “So you cry out. What else?” He hit her again, harder.

  The pain in her butt this time was not pleasurable. She wanted to call out the safe word, but also didn’t want him to think she was weak. Instead, she gripped the sofa even tighter.

  The next slap stung like crazy, and Sam knew she didn’t want to go on. “Stop … cat, cat,” she called out.

  “You get quiet and then you cry out. I’ll remember that for next time.” He rubbed her behind again with the glove.

  “Next time?” she echoed. “I don’t want a next time.”

  “Just remember to use the safe word and I will stop.”

  She eased down against him as he caressed her rear with his bare hand. “Yes, Sir.”

  He patted her butt. “See, you’re getting the hang of this. So what did you like best, the spoon, the brush, or my hand?”

  “Your hand,” she quickly replied. “When you hit me, between my legs … it ….” She wasn’t sure how to describe it.

  “Did it please you?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Open your legs wider for me.”

  Excited about the prospect of another spanking, Sam opened her legs wide apart, desperate for more.

  The first slap rocked her forward, and she almost cried out when his fingers hit her clit. The next slap came right after the first, followed by another. She was curling up, fighting the pull of the intense orgasm building in her loins. The next slap was even harder, and she groaned as her skin vibrated.

  She waited, eager for the next slap to send her over the edge. Instead, Doug slipped h
is fingers into her.

  “You’re ready to come, aren’t you?” He pulled out his fingers. “Now tell me what I want to know.”

  “What?”

  “What sexual experiences have you had?”

  “Doug, please—”

  “It’s Sir.”

  Another slap sent her hurtling forward. It didn’t trigger her climax but brought her tantalizingly close. She was throbbing, aching for release.

  “I’m going to get it out of you, Sam. I promise.”

  She tried to get up from his lap, but he held her down. Then a hard sting rocketed across her behind. Sam screeched and wriggled beneath him.

  “Tell me what I want to know.”

  “Cat,” she shouted. “Cat, damn you, cat.”

  Another loud crack echoed through the living room. Tears filled her eyes.

  “What are you so afraid to tell me?”

  Tears were streaming down her cheeks. They weren’t tears of pain, but frustration. “No, I won’t tell you. I won’t.”

  The next slap wasn’t on her butt, but right into her folds. The ecstasy created by the cupping of his hand brought her even closer to orgasm, but it wasn’t enough to make her come. He knew it, and she sensed he would go on torturing her until she gave in.

  “I can do this all night, Sam.”

  She wiggled on his lap but he held her down, and then the flat of the brush once again came down on her ass.

  “Damn it, Doug, stop it.”

  “Tell me and I will stop.”

  “I can’t,” she sobbed. “I can’t tell you. You’ll hate me after, and I … I couldn’t live with that.”

  His hands grasped her hips and flipped her around. He lifted her in front of him, holding her up. “What are you talking about? I could never hate you for anything you’ve done.”

  She wiped her hand over her tear-stained cheek. “Yes, you could. You would hate me just like my father hated me. You would think I was a whore and toss me aside, just like he did.”

  His eyes took on a look of complete dismay. “Sam, what happened to you? I promise I will never think of you as anything less than the amazing woman you are. Nothing will ever change that.”

  She studied his countenance through her tears. Maybe, just maybe he meant those words. He wasn’t like her father. If anything, Sam knew he was a better man.

  “When I was in college … I was dating this guy.” She lowered her eyes. “I thought it was special. Like he would be my first, you know? One night when he asked me to a fraternity party … I was so excited that he wanted to introduce me to his friends.” She took a deep breath, calming a little. “Everyone was drinking, and he wanted me to drink. So I did, to please him.” She wiped her hand over her mouth, feeling sick to her stomach. “I woke up the next morning in his bed, naked and very hung over. I don’t know if we did or didn’t have sex. When I went to my father and told him what happened … he called me a whore and kicked me out.”

  Doug’s arms flew around her. “Why didn’t you tell me this?” He kissed her cheek and then held her back. “Did you ever go to the police?”

  “No. After my father’s reaction, I was too scared to tell anyone. I haven’t told anyone, not until a few days ago when Brenda and Piper made me talk about it.” She nodded to him. “And now you know.”

  He wiped a few strands of hair from her face. “So you’re not sure if you’re a virgin or not, is that it?”

  She shrugged. “I never stuck around to ask if anything happened. I was so mortified I never talked to him again.”

  Doug held her close. “Is that your big secret?”

  Well, not the big one. She toyed with the idea of telling him everything. Better not.

  He lifted her in his arms.

  “Where are we going?” she asked, holding on to him.

  “It’s time for your reward.”

  Inside her bedroom, he set her down on the bed. She watched in amazement as he nestled in next to her, wrapping her in his strong arms. Sam wanted to purr like a satisfied cat. It was everything she had ever wanted. But when he started kissing her neck, gliding his hands over her skin, she thought she had died and gone to heaven. She would have agreed to let him do anything to her at that point, just to know the bliss of being his.

  “When you do as I ask, the rewards will be quite pleasurable.” His kisses traveled down her stomach.

  “More pleasurable than this?”

  He knelt between her knees. “Much more, baby.” He lowered his head between her legs.

  Sam rocked back against the bed when he first tasted her.

  “Oh my God,” came from her lips.

  When he licked his tongue across her clit, she arched from the bed. Sam had never felt anything like that. It was so intimate to have a man touching her in that way. She should have been embarrassed, but her body was humming with so much pleasure that all her insecurities were silenced. Sam realized what all the fuss was about, and why Piper and Brenda had raved about receiving oral sex.

  Her insides twisted tighter as he slowly worked his tongue in circles around her nub. When the orgasm exploded, undulating waves of satisfaction rolled through her. As the fire sweeping over her hit her chest, she rocked her head back and screamed.

  She was utterly spent when he nestled beside her. He pulled her close and kissed the side of her neck.

  “That’s your reward for when you tell me the truth.”

  She turned around in his arms, facing him. Sam rubbed her hand up and down his smooth chest, taking a moment to appreciate the hard muscles beneath her hand. “What about your secrets? Now that you know mine … fair is fair.”

  He combed his hand through her hair. “I don’t know all your secrets, Sam. You’re still keeping something from me. I can feel it.”

  “You know that I’ve never had sex before … that I can remember. What else do you need to know?”

  She thought he would like hearing that, but the way he furrowed his brow made her skeptical.

  Tucking her head into the curve of his neck, he sighed. “When you’re ready, you’ll tell me your other secrets. We’ll work up to it. For now, I just want you to be comfortable with me.”

  “I am comfortable,” she whispered against him. “More comfortable than I’ve ever been with anyone.”

  The way his hand kept running through her hair, along with the steady beat of his heart against her cheek, was making Sam drowsy. Before she knew it, she was fast asleep.

  The morning sun was shining through her bedroom window when Sam was awakened by the blaring of her alarm. She groaned as the beautiful dream she was having faded from view. She was being held by Doug, cradled against him, and he was singing to her. She wanted to stay like that with him forever, but when her visions were replaced with images from their previous night together, Sam reached out to the spot on the bed where Doug had been.

  He was gone. Sitting up, Sam found she had been covered with her gray comforter. Stretching as her limbs slowly came back to life, she remembered all the things he had done to her the night before.

  Still reveling in the afterglow of her dream, she made a resolution. Whatever Doug wanted to do to her, she would let him. If he could please her like that, then anything he did would be worth it. Never before had a man made her feel so complete. Even Phil had not given her such satisfaction. The spectacled man with the dimpled cheeks had never come close to the devastation of Doug’s kisses. Sam realized such passion could be more uplifting than the best Sunday morning sermon, more compelling than the raciest romance novel, and more delectable than the sweetest chocolate ice cream.

  “Or even mashed potatoes.” Sam wiped her hand over her chest where Doug had smeared the sticky dish.

  But you haven’t told him everything, Sam, the disparaging voice in her head argued.

  As the reality of her life slowly crept back, Sam angrily tossed aside the heavy comforter and sat up in bed.

  “He doesn’t need to know about that. I can keep it from him.”


  When he finds out, he’ll run, the voice returned. Just like Phil did.

  Shutting out the voice, she checked her cell phone. It was time to get to work. Mustering up her energy, she trudged to her bathroom. She would think about telling Doug another day.

  * * *

  Dressed in her scrubs, she walked into the kitchen. Doug had already set her coffeemaker, and a fresh pot was waiting for her. There were no dishes in the sink, and all the food he had prepared the night before had been neatly put away in her fridge. Smiling at his kindness, Sam decided she would bring him a plate of food when she came home from work.

  “Maybe he will give me another lesson.”

  Pouring some coffee in a go-cup, she grabbed her backpack from the floor by the sofa and set out for the door. Sam almost skipped to the elevator. The happiness in her heart seemed to be helping her feet float on air along the way.

  “Have you considered my offer?” a dark voice intruded as soon as she stepped into the elevator.

  “Go away, Nathan.”

  He materialized before her, wearing the same gray suit. “I could make it worth your while.”

  She squeezed her go-cup. “How? You’re dead. Short of hounding me in the elevator every day I live in your building, I don’t see what else you can do.”

  “Your Doug is hiding a secret, dear girl.”

  Sam froze. “What are you talking about?”

  “You’ll find out soon enough.”

  “What are you after, Nathan?”

  “Find me, Sam. Find me and end the speculation, so people can know the truth.”

  She glared at the ghost, waiting for more. “Care to give me a hint where you are?”

  He slowly faded from view. “Just find me. Find me before it’s too late.”

  A cool breeze rushed past her and then he was gone.

  She blew out a long breath. “I really don’t need this shit in my life right now.”

  * * *

  Sam looked for Piper when she arrived in the ICU unit that morning and was crestfallen when she was told her friend had the day off. She wanted to share what had happened with Doug and her breakthrough.

  Resolved to face the busy day ahead, Sam was about to go to her assigned patient rooms when her supervisor stopped in front of her.