Silver Tongue (a PowerUp! story)

by Marie Harte

  Dane stood and started to pace. His energy swelled, and though she couldn’t sense his emotions, she could feel his power, a masculine strength that leeched into her mind and body and aroused her without trying.

  “What the fuck? You think it was Linda? Morley? Some other psychic in the house?” He shot her a look. “Or the statue?”

  “I haven’t sensed anyone else here with the kind of power like the team has. Linda and Morley are normal people. Mostly.” She couldn’t say for sure. “I haven’t met everyone on her staff. Sure, there could be someone here who’s psychic. But I think it was the statue, if you want the truth. Ever since Linda touched it, she grew stronger, more focused.”

  “Yeah. Well, when she was holding the thing, I got the impression it wasn’t her looking at me. Kind of creepy.”

  “Exactly. I felt it too. I don’t know if it’s cursed or paranormal or what. But that statue is powerful. We need to be really careful. Especially if it’s controlling her, and if it controlled me to a certain extent.”

  “So what do you think it was leading you to? Where did you go?”

  “Down the wing Linda never showed us. I thought it was a staff thing, like, her people work down there. According to our intel, she has over two dozen people here working for her, after all. Two butlers, a few maids, her security, and landscapers. The cooks.”

  “Yeah. Makes sense.” He stared at her, his brows drawn. “So you went wandering and what? Ran into James?”

  “It was odd. I knew I was being pulled, but I went anyway. But then I stopped dead in the middle of the hallway. I turned to leave and went right past Morley James.”

  “Huh.” He didn’t say anything more.

  “Yeah. Weird.” She rubbed her arms, suddenly overcome by a chill. “So now we have Morley James, her head of security, her lover, and a man who has a lethal charm. He, ah…” She paused, unsure how to tell him Morley wanted her without sounding as arrogant as Dane had earlier.

  “He what?” Dane moved to her side and took her chin in his hand.

  She loved—hated, she told herself—when he did that. It was a bossy move, and it made her think of other things, carnal things she had no business wondering about with a mission at hand. Submissive sex worked for her. She’d admitted the truth to herself. But now that she knew what she’d been missing, she could experiment. Later. When she had the time and energy to play with someone a lot less threatening than Dane. She tried to pull from his touch, but he wouldn’t let her.

  “He what?” Dane asked again in a soft voice that sent shivers down her spine.

  “He wanted me, okay? I could feel it.”

  Dane smiled, but the joy didn’t reach his eyes. “Anyone who sees you wants you. You’re that fucking hot.”

  The crude compliment pleased her before she realized she was letting him take control of the situation. Time to rein him in. “Thanks, I think. But remember, I’m in charge on this mission. So you should—”

  He released her chin and kissed her. Hard.

  The pressure over her mouth made her gasp, and the second she parted her lips, his tongue penetrated. Overwhelming, absorbing, and taking charge.

  Dane kissed her and touched her, molding her breasts to his palms as he backed her toward the closest wall. Her back hit, and he leaned into her, showing her in no uncertain terms how much he wanted her.

  “Time to fuck, pretty Kitty.” He sucked her neck and kissed a trail to her ear. “And no, this isn’t another rush job. Now we’re going to try foreplay.”

  She moaned, wishing she had the will to resist. But when he turned all controlling, that weak part of her succumbed.

  “What do you say? Want to try me on for size?” He kissed her and slid a hand between them down to her pussy. Through her clothes, he rubbed her clit, mashing the fabric against her wet flesh.

  “Dane,” she managed when he left her mouth to lick her ear.

  “I want to fill you up. You have no idea how much I want to fuck you.”

  She knew, because she wanted him just as much. The knowledge it wasn’t one-sided calmed a small part of her that was panicked at her obsession with the man.

  “But we do it my way.” He removed his hand from between her legs and pinned both her wrists above her head. “Remember. It’s not Dane now. It’s Sir. Or Master. I own you here.”

  To her astonishment, she couldn’t break free. Her heart nearly raced out of her chest.

  “Sir.”

  “Yeah, that sounds right coming from you. I’ll make you come a few times. And if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you suck me off.”

  What would have sounded overbearing coming from any other man’s lips sounded right on his.

  She wanted to grovel before him and let him boss her around, to obey his every whim. To encourage this strange intimacy. Dane was so unlike the few supposedly dominant men she’d tried to date before.

  They’d been obnoxious, weak, and acting a part. And she knew it. But with Dane, he wasn’t abusive or weak. Far from it. He towered over her. His mental strength matched his physical power and made him that much more attractive.

  “I-I want…” She couldn’t say it. Not if she wanted her pride. Instead, she showed him. Kitty leaned forward and plastered her mouth to his. She let him overtake her and groaned her acceptance. Each thrust and push she met with give, taking his weight, his dominance, and softening under him.

  “That’s it.” He held her wrists against the wall in one hand and squeezed her breasts at the same time. He pinched and grazed her nipples until her breasts were supersensitive.

  “I want to suck these tits. I want to come all over them, like our first time.”

  That he referred to that incident as their first time bound them in a weird way. Kitty had the feeling Dane didn’t just screw with any woman he liked. He had a discerning eye. Or so she wanted desperately to believe.

  “Tell me, kitten. Tell me you want your master.”

  She melted at the thought of him climaxing inside her again. “Master. Yes.”

  “Tell me you want Master to fuck your ass. Do you want that, little sub?”

  She moaned, completely aroused at the thought of him inside her. “Yes, Sir.”

  He moved back to stare down into her eyes, and the nearly black depths of his irises sucked her in.

  He pulled her away from the wall and turned her over the marble antique table in the corner of the room. Then he removed her panties and skirt, baring her from the waist down. “I can’t wait to own this,” he murmured.

  Before she could think to disagree, he prodded her thighs wider and shoved his face against her ass. She felt his hot breath on her; then his tongue stroked her pussy, licking and shoving into her wet folds.

  She squirmed against the table, not having expected the sexual assault on her senses. His face there, eating her out while she lay helpless, brought her quickly toward climax.

  “Yeah, kitten. Come for Master.”

  He added a finger and rubbed her clit while he ate her, and she exploded over his tongue. The man wouldn’t relent. He continued to kiss and lick her, but then he stopped and moved his slick finger from her pussy to her ass. He pushed and kept on pushing.

  To her astonishment, he slid all the way inside without pain. The foreign sensation teased with the promise of so much more.

  “That’s pretty,” he said in a thick voice. “I’m going to own this tonight. Just stay right like this.” He left her and went over to the closet.

  She turned her head and watched him take a few things out of his bag before he stripped all the way down. His cock was thick, and she couldn’t imagine him fitting that inside her without it hurting. So why did she grow more excited about the prospect? Kitty wasn’t into pain.

  But the thought of Dane taking her, Dane joining her like that… The wicked intensity stole her breath.

  He returned to her, holding a slight plug and a tube of lubricant. “I’m going to grease this up, then watch as it slides into that fine a
ss. And you’ll take it, because I order you to.” She watched him grease the small butt plug, making it nice and slick. “See how hard you make me? I can’t wait to tunnel through that ass.” He moved behind her, and she could no longer see him without shifting around.

  “Stay put.” He smacked her on the ass. “I won’t hurt you, kitten. But you need this. Hell, I need this.”

  Kitty didn’t see how a person could need to be anally fucked, but then he said, “You need to let go. You think too much. You’re like me. You have to be owned, but you get off by giving your trust, and I get off by taking it. We’re the same, kitten. Just different.”

  She didn’t have a chance to think more on that because he pulled her cheeks apart. The cold tip of the plug rested against her anus.

  “Push out because it’s going in.” He pushed, and the plug slid inside. It hit some resistance, and she tensed. “No, push out I said.” He smacked her on the ass, and she obeyed.

  The plug slid deeper inside her. Miraculously, it didn’t hurt. It felt odd, though, especially when he started moving it in and out of her.

  “You feel that? Imagine it’s my cock inside you. Just think how good it’s going to feel, you gloving me like that.”

  She moaned. “Yes, Master.”

  “Good girl. Now don’t move.” He pushed it in deeper and rounded the table. Shifting her so that she lay half on and half off the table, he positioned himself in front of her, his cock resting a breath from her lips. “You keep your ass tight. Hold that plug inside you. And I want you to lick me. Get me rock hard.”

  Like he wasn’t already? She didn’t argue, though. She wanted him too much. Knowing she aroused him, that he took great pleasure in watching her ass hold that plug, gave everything she did an erotic context that bolstered her confidence. God, she’d fantasized about this forever.

  Kitty took some liberties. She didn’t just lick him. She sucked and nibbled. Kissing her way down his shaft, she nuzzled the thick flesh and sucked his balls too.

  “Fuck. That’s good,” Dane moaned and ran his fingers over her hair. “Naughty too. I didn’t tell you to suck me, you little witch.” He thrust deeper into her mouth. “I’m coming in that ass, not down your throat. I think someone needs to be punished.”

  She wanted to see what he’d do. She hadn’t expected him to pull away so soon. A punishment in itself.

  “You miss Master’s cock, don’t you?” he rasped. “I like that you want to suck me some more. But let’s do something for you, hmm?” He gently flipped her onto her back. “The plug still in?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He spread her legs and knelt down. Then he put his mouth over her clit and sucked. He licked and teased, adding fingers that grazed every sensitive spot she owned. If that wasn’t bad enough, he moved the plug in and out of her, making her hungry for more.

  “Please. Dane. Master. God, fuck me.”

  Desperate to feel him inside her, she ground her pussy against his face.

  He chuckled and pulled back. Wiping his mouth, he taunted, “Bad girl. You want it bad, don’t you?”

  “Damn it.” She glared at him. But when he stood and his expression turned cruel, she had exactly what she’d always wanted in a lover. A strong man who would take her to task, who wouldn’t give her what she wanted but what she needed. She had to close her eyes for fear Dane would see the truth of her growing affection.

  “I didn’t tell you to stop looking at me. Open your eyes.”

  Chapter Ten

  Kitty opened her eyes and saw him leaning over her.

  “Why did you close them?”

  “Because…”

  He pulled her up into his arms and carried her over to the bed. There he placed her down on her back and spread her thighs wide. “Because?”

  He removed the plug and tilted her ass up. After lubing himself, he positioned his cock at her hole.

  “Because?” he prodded again and pushed. He looked to be in pain as he slid inside her anus.

  His entrance felt incredible. Her nerves sensitized and exploded with pleasure. Until he pushed deeper. Then the pain hit.

  “Tell me, damn it.” Dane didn’t stop moving. He continued to thrust even as she cried out. “I said to push out. You’re making this harder on yourself.” He kissed her, brutalizing her mouth with an impassioned kiss that made her forget everything but him. And then he thrust home.

  His kiss muffled her scream. The pleasure from his rough taking was incredible.

  “Does it hurt?” he panted.

  She stared into his eyes, uncomfortable and damn near close to crying. But not because of any physical pain.

  “Talk to me, kitten.” His soft voice broke her.

  She couldn’t help the tears.

  “Hell.” He started to pull out, but she stopped him.

  “No. Stay. You’re not hurting me. I mean, you are, kind of. But I’m not…”

  He blew out a breath. “I didn’t think so. Hold on.” Dane rocked gently against her, not leaving her but not thrusting hard either. He moved up to sit on his knees and pulled her with him, so that he controlled the pace with her hips. “Touch yourself. Rub that clit while I fuck you,” he ordered in a gritty voice.

  Before long, she couldn’t control her cries for more.

  “You close?”

  “Yes. Please, Sir. Let me come.”

  “Good girl.” He stared at her while he thrust harder, and she saw him, big and strong, watching where they met. His thick flesh sliding into hers. The intrusion burned, yet the pain added a kick to the orgasm near to bursting through her.

  “Oh, fuck. God, yeah.” He moaned as he gripped her with punishing fingers. He was so large and thick inside her that with each ram, he hit a special place inside her. She rubbed herself harder, and she was coming before she knew it, crying his name as she clenched him tight.

  “You’re hot and tight, and I swear you’re sucking me deeper. Shit. I’m coming. So hard…” He moaned, shoved one more time, and tensed as he came. “Filling you up, baby. All my cum in that fine ass. In my ass.”

  She loved his tone, the gritty repletion as he lost himself inside her. She felt warm, held tightly against him, a ready welcome for the warrior needing respite. Everything in Kitty wanted to tend to Dane, to see to his needs before her own. She imagined his satisfaction if he knew how much she longed to bow to his every wish.

  Things she’d be mortified to admit, but in her secret fantasies, she surrendered her all to a worthy mate.

  Dane slowly withdrew, still half-hard, and the delicious friction made her shiver.

  “Oh yeah. That’s just the beginning.” He pulled her off the bed and to her feet. “My cum is inside you, where it belongs.” He smiled. “I like it. Go get in the shower.”

  When she gingerly moved around him, her body not used to such play, he smacked her on the ass, and she jumped. He chuckled. “I have so much more to show you. My pretty Kitty. Let’s clean you up, so I can use and abuse you until morning.”

  “Excuse me?”

  He chuckled at her frown. “You need to work on submitting. You’re supposed to do what I say when I say it with a smile.”

  They entered the shower, and Dane took his time cleaning her. The man did like to wash her breasts. He seemed to enjoy soaping her up and running his big hands over her mounds, toying with her nipples until she couldn’t stand it.

  But after he cleaned her and himself, he kept her with him under the falling water. “Explain the tears. And remember, I’m still Master.”

  She felt silly.

  “Kitty.”

  “Fine.”

  He raised a brow.

  “Fine, Sir,” she added quickly when he glared at her. “It’s just. I don’t know. When you were telling me what to do and I was doing it, I felt really free. I felt good.”

  “You sound surprised.” He pulled her back against him and rested his chin on her shoulder. The water poured around them, cleansing more than their bodies but Kitty�
�s fears as well.

  “I was.” She quieted. Tired, satisfied, and needing to share despite her anxiety about falling for him, she faced her fears and let him know the full truth. “My mother and stepfather were into the D/s stuff. I found out the hard way.” She swallowed, remembering her mother’s scars, watching her stepfather cane her.

  “How?” He stilled behind her.

  “I saw them once. I don’t think they knew I was there. God, I hope not.” She shivered, and strong arms tightened around her. Made her feel safe. “I was twelve and really freaked out. But it kind of made sense. My family wasn’t normal. My stepdad treated my mom like a slave. All the time.” She bristled, remembering how Eric would order her mom around, and how her mom would take it. “She did whatever he wanted, with no will of her own. And she seemed to love it. She’d walk around all day in a daze, and everything had to go through Eric, to make sure he approved before she’d take so much as a step.”

  “Damn. That had to be tough.” He paused. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

  “No. My parents weren’t abusive, but their love was hard to take. And it wasn’t inclusive. I never understood it. I used to hate my mom for being such a doormat. She never stood up for herself. Ever.” She blinked to stop new tears from forming. “I didn’t want to be this way, but I’m afraid I’m just like her.”

  Dane turned her around to face him, a soft smile on his lips. He chuckled.

  “What’s so funny?” The bastard had the nerve to laugh at her?

  “If you could see how angry you are.” He hugged her, and that quickly, her rage drained away, lost in the protective comfort of his arms. “Kitten, you’re no one’s doormat. I’ve never met a woman as fierce as you. From the first, you told me to shove it. So you like to submit during sex? So what? Everyone’s got one kink or another.”

  She didn’t know what to think. Her pulse raced, and she had the uneasy feeling she lay on the brink of discovery. “But I like you telling me what to do,” she admitted. “I come so easily with you. I don’t… I don’t orgasm with regular guys,” she whispered.

  “I’m not a regular guy. I’m huge, remember?”

  “Quit bragging, Dane. I’m serious.”