In Debt to the Dom [Guilty Pleasures 1] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Bowles, Jan

  “I know I turn you on. Do you want me to fire this gun, too?” Her strokes became bolder as she caressed his hard cock, feeling its thickness beneath the rough material of his jeans.

  “Careful, Maddie,” he said. “This has a potent kick, too.”

  Her fingers squeezed his balls, and he closed his eyes, enjoying the moment between them.

  Taking his hand from her pussy, he stopped her progress. He didn’t want her gaining control. “You’re going to get into some serious hot water tonight. I shall enjoy showing you the error of your ways.”

  “Is that a promise?”

  “Bet on it, lady.”

  Chapter Ten

  It was with some trepidation that Maddie knocked on Keaton’s door. She had the feeling that she would regret her boldness earlier in the day.

  She had just wanted to gain some control, and it had worked up to a point. Keaton had responded to her overtly sexual touch, and it almost felt like a normal relationship. Only, he’d soon stopped her. She guessed the control aspect was what made him tick, and it certainly heightened her sexual arousal whenever he used it.

  His deep voice called out from behind the door. “Come in.” This time when she walked into the room, although dimly lit, it had a large flat screen television at the end of the bed. When she closed the door, she remembered to take the key out of the lock.

  He emerged from the bathroom. As usual, a towel was tied around his waist. “Take off your robe,” he ordered, “and then come over here and kneel on the mattress facing the end of the bed.”

  She did as he commanded, the effects of adrenaline making her legs tremble as she did so. Truth be known, she wanted and craved his touch so much it almost hurt. She handed him the key and watched, mesmerized, as he secured it to the chain around his neck.

  He walked to the bottom of the bed and faced her. “Hold out your hands.”

  Maddie saw the soft cord held in his grip. “Please don’t tie me up, Master. I’ll do anything you want.”

  He leaned forward and roughly took her hands in his. Holding them together, he began binding her wrists. “This intensifies whatever I do to you. It makes you more aware of everything. Now don’t argue with me again. Understand?”

  “Yes, Master. I’m sorry, Master.”

  After restraining her hands, he looped a three-foot length of rope around her bindings and secured her to the end of the bedstead.

  Her heart rate increased immediately. There was no escape now. His eyes connected with hers as he tested the fastenings. A burning intensity showed in his gaze, and she had the distinct feeling he was angry with her.

  “First, we’re going to watch the television. Then we shall discuss what we’ve seen. Then I will administer your punishment.”

  “Punishment?” She saw the look on his face and immediately added, “Master, what punishment?”

  “You’ll see.” He knelt on the mattress behind her and pulled her on to his lap. “Comfortable?” he asked, holding her possessively around the waist.

  “Yes, Master,” she replied weakly, knowing he was in full and total control of her.

  He flicked a switch on the remote and the television clicked on. At first, she wondered if he was going to show her a porn movie. She guessed it would be heavy with domination and submission as that seemed to be what aroused him the most. However, as soon as the screen flickered into life, she recognized her sister, Simone, being held hostage. Her whole body tensed as she watched. Strange how she could see the overacting by her sister now. At the time, she’d been convinced it was real. Even the whole set looked fake and overdone, and when the knife cut her skin, she could now clearly see it was no more than a crude magician’s trick.

  The screen went dead, and Keaton remained silent. She was just aware of his heavy breathing filling the space between them.

  The hairs on the back of her neck rose when he eventually spoke.

  “Things could have been so different, Maddie. Why didn’t you show this to me when you came to my office?”

  “I couldn’t, Master. I feared for Simone’s life.”

  “You’re well aware of company policy. You should have implemented it.”

  “Master, it’s different when it’s your own family. I was scared. Now that I’ve seen it again, it does look staged, but at the time I was sick with worry.”

  He let out a long, slow breath. “Your sister is something else. A nasty, manipulative piece of work.”

  “Yes, Master, just wait until I disown her face to face. It will be a day to savor.”

  “I know you’re angry, but I’m angry with you, too.”

  “Why, Master? You have the truth now. You know I didn’t steal the money for myself. I did it because I thought my sister would be killed.”

  He tucked a stray hair behind her ear. “I can forgive you for the stealing, but I can’t forgive you for not trusting me with the truth. Can’t you understand that I like you? All this could have been avoided. While your sister is spending my money, I might add, we’ve been wasting a lot of time. I’m sorry, but you need to be disciplined once and for all, and then we can move on. Twenty spanks ought to do it.”

  “Please, Master, you don’t have to.” Maddie was worried now at the seriousness to his voice.

  He thought for a moment. “Very well. This time I will let you choose. You can have either the punishment or a lesson in self-control. If you fail the lesson in self-control, you will still receive the punishment. The choice is yours.”

  The idea of receiving twenty spanks made Maddie say, “I’ll choose the self-control lesson, thank you, Master.”

  Her relief was short-lived as he produced a large metal phallus. The cold steel touched her breast as he rubbed it between her cleavage, and she shivered involuntarily. It reminded her of the gun earlier in the day, and she knew then that his meticulous character meant he’d planned everything in great detail. He simply thrived on control.

  As she squirmed away from the exquisite feelings, her body pushed further back into his. She could feel the masculine hair on his legs and chest rasping against her naked flesh.

  “If you come before I say you can, then…I will redden your cute little bottom in no uncertain terms.”

  “Please don’t, Master.”

  She cried out as he trailed the sex toy down to her pussy and slowly pressed it against her clit. The cool metal made her jolt on contact, and she writhed against his torso. This was so unfair. Surely she would lose.

  “No, Master. Please don’t, Master. Please don’t spank me again. I promise I’ll always tell the truth from now on.”

  He trailed it back up to her breasts and circled each nipple in turn. He moved it to her mouth. “Now lick the end properly. It will make it far easier to insert this nine-inch baby between your legs.”

  Maddie sucked it provocatively into her mouth as though it were his penis. It felt huge as the bulbous end pushed past her lips and pressed against her tongue. A tight coil of nervous energy centered low in her stomach at the idea of it deep inside her pussy. He smoothed the toy back down her body with excruciating slowness, lingering on her belly button, before touching it once more against her clit.

  She held her breath and counted silently to herself, one—two—three—anything to keep her mind from what was happening. A cry escaped her lips as he slid it against her moist aching flesh. Her whole body arched as it entered her slowly. The coldness of the metal phallus felt in complete contrast to the unbridled heat of her aching wet pussy.

  He began teasing her clit with the fingers of his other hand as he pushed the sex toy fully home.

  “I’ve been thinking about doing this all day,” he whispered against her ear. “The cold steel shaft slipping so easily inside you. I just knew you’d choose the lesson over a spanking.”

  A moan tore from her lips as he began moving it inside her.

  She cried out, “Please, Master, don’t make me come. I mustn’t.” She panted as she tried to keep the tide at bay. Squir
ming away from him, she pulled on the restraints. “Help me, Master, please,” she begged, knowing that a few more strokes of his fingers would send her over the top.”

  “Breathe,” he ordered, behind her. “Deep breaths. Divert your attention to another part of your body.”

  All she could think of was to bite down on her lower lip hard. The pain eased the imminent climax and pushed it further back in her mind. Keaton removed his fingers from her clit and clasped her around her stomach as he held her tightly against his chest. His other hand pumped the metal phallus repeatedly inside her. Just on the point of giving in to the sensual pleasure, he pulled it from her aching pussy, and she lay gasping against him.

  “Well done. For keeping control of your body, you get rewarded.”

  “How, Master?” she asked breathlessly, grateful that the spanking was no longer on the agenda.

  He shifted her forwards, and she felt him remove the towel from around his waist. She held her breath.

  “Now grip the brass railing in front of you and hold it tight.”

  She did as he asked, and almost immediately she felt his hard shaft pressing at the entrance to her pussy. Her whole body arched as his thick cock seated to the hilt inside her. Nerve endings already sensitized swelled and rippled from the delicious intensity.

  Both his hands cupped her breasts, and he pulled her back, making her body arch like a bowstring as he began pounding into her. “You like that?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  His one hand slipped to her clitoris, his fingers sweeping across it with bold strokes.

  “And that?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Maybe you prefer to be fucked harder?”

  “Yes, Master. Fuck me harder, please.” She couldn’t believe she’d said it, but all her inhibitions were gone. She wanted sex with Keaton to be full on. It made her feel alive for the first time in years.

  He began pumping harder, his long hard shaft sliding from tip to base over and over. With her back arched, her whole body stiffened from the most intense pleasure she’d ever known. An almost painful convulsion began to grow with each delicious inward stroke he made. Keaton was servicing her body as never before, building the moment with manly precision. His hands dipped to hold her firmly by the hips.

  The wave grew in intensity until it gripped like an iron fist at her very core, sending spasm after spasm of pleasure pulsing through her body. She screamed out, “Oh, my God,” as her orgasm finally smashed through, her pussy convulsing and milking his cock with a potent ferocity that shocked her. Her climax became monumental in its entirety. On the point of collapsing against the bed, she became aware of Keaton spilling his hot seed deep inside her with a low guttural growl as he, too, gave in to instinct.

  “Untie me please, Master. I need…”

  Chapter Eleven

  He heard the urgency in her voice, and then her words trailed away.

  “Have I hurt you?” Immediately, he leaned forward and removed the restraints, noticing the reddened marks they left behind on her wrists. He rubbed his hands over them. “I’m sorry. I’ve hurt you, haven’t I?”

  Her eyes lifted to his, and he felt his heart constrict. At that moment, she looked like the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Still glowing from her recent orgasm, she had a vulnerability he hadn’t witnessed before.

  “No, I’m fine.” She made to turn away, but he stopped her progress. He clasped her chin with his finger and thumb and tilted her face so she would look at him once more.

  “What were you about to say? What do you need?”

  She shook her head and lowered her gaze. “It doesn’t matter.”

  He watched her bite on her bottom lip. “Look at me.” She raised her eyes to his. “Tell me, Maddie. I want to know.”

  “This relationship we have. I’m finding it difficult to know how to behave. I so wanted you to hold me afterwards. I’m sorry, Master, I forgot my place.”

  He realized how selfish he must seem. She met his requirements to perfection. She was exactly the type of woman he needed. Surely, he should show her more compassion and kindness.

  “Come,” he said, lying down on the bed. “I’ll hold you now.” He stroked his hand through her hair as she nestled against his shoulder. “Better?” he asked.

  “Much. Thank you, Master,” she whispered, barely a sigh.

  It was funny how tender he felt toward her, now that he’d found out the truth about her sister’s involvement.

  “Look, things have changed between us. Now I know why you stole the money, it’s altered my opinion of you. I just wish you’d told me sooner. I want us to get along. I want you to feel free to discuss things with me.” He let out a long slow breath. “Only there’s obviously a right time and place. As you know, the control aspect heightens my sexual arousal, and I think yours, too.”

  He looked down into her eyes, and she caressed the side of his face with her fingertips. “It brings me more pleasure than I could ever have imagined, Master.”

  A deep satisfaction flooded his body that she enjoyed the experience, but he sensed a wariness to speak her mind. “Lie on your stomach, and I’ll give you a massage.”

  She turned over and he began kneading her shoulders with his fingers and thumbs, working on the knots clearly evident there. Using his thumbs, he pressed them into the groove of her spine and smoothed them over her back in bold upward strokes.

  “How does that feel?”

  “Fabulous, Master.” She groaned as his hands found a tight knot. He smiled to himself. She had the most delectable soft skin, and the cutest butt, ripe like a juicy peach. He found it almost irresistible not to squeeze and caress it whenever he saw it. He trailed his hands down to the groove of her ass, running his fingers over her tight little puckered hole. He noticed that she clenched her buttock cheeks in complete opposition.

  “Has anyone ever touched you here before?”

  “No, Master,” was her short sharp breathy reply.

  “Then I will get you used to the idea, but not tonight. We need to talk.” He smoothed his hands back up her spine and massaged the slender muscles of her neck. “Right, sit up now. We’ve got things to discuss.”

  He propped himself on the bed and waited until she rested back against the pillows. He took the chain from around his neck and held it up. The key to the bedroom door swung on the end of it.

  “This is a symbol of my control over you. When I remove it, you are free to say and do as you wish, but when I wear it, I expect your complete obedience. Understand?”

  Maddie nodded. Was it relief or disappointment he saw in her eyes, as he placed it down on the bedside cabinet? To him, it seemed the most obvious way for them to understand each other better.

  “What do you want to discuss, Keaton?”

  “Our problem.”

  “Oh?”

  “Your sister.”

  “It’s not your problem. It’s mine. I can hopefully pay you back in less than a fortnight.”

  “It is my problem, Maddie. As far as I’m concerned, that money is mine, and we’re allowing your sister to fritter it away. In which case, you’ll soon be left with nothing.” The idea of her being penniless because of her sister’s selfish way of life made anger flare inside him.

  “What do you propose to do?”

  “I think we should both fly to Cannes tomorrow. We can take my private jet. I want the money back.” He dragged a hand through his hair in irritation and corrected himself, “My money back, just as much as you do. That way you won’t be left completely destitute by all of this.”

  “I appreciate your help, Keaton, but she won’t be that easy to find. I don’t even know where to start looking for her.”

  “I have contacts all over the world, Maddie. I’ve already had inquiries made in Cannes. She’s been tracked down to a hotel just on the outskirts. The reports I’ve received tell me she’s living a life of luxury. And on my fucking money, too.”

  “Really?” Her mouth
opened in surprise. “Why are you doing this for me?”

  “Because.” He paused for thought. “I don’t like what your sister has made you become.” He raised his hands and then let them drop, unable to find the right words. Whatever he said would sound harsh. “Look, I needn’t spell it out for you. We’re in this together whether you like it or not. We both want to get our hands on your sister, but not for the same reasons. I want my money back, and you want to make her pay for the trouble she’s put you through.” He knew there could be no future for them. They had both used each other, but maybe by doing this, he could at least assuage some of his own guilt. Besides, he just couldn’t bear to think of her having nothing left.

  “Maddie, before we go our separate ways, it’s payback time.”

  * * * *

  Maddie marveled at what a difference a day could make. Within twenty-four hours, they’d flown over to France and had booked into the Hotel Martinez, located in the bay of Cannes. She stepped onto the balcony and looked up the tree-lined avenue. The palms gently fluttered in the hot sea breeze. The golden sand and azure blue sea glistened just a few hundred feet in front of her. The French Riviera would be a superb place to enjoy under happier circumstances.

  She turned and stepped back into the chic hotel suite. The walls, decorated in gold and cream, complimented the dark wood furniture. The large bed, draped in the finest golden satin, looked very inviting. No expense had been spared. The bathroom boasted twin sinks, with a separate shower stall and large luxurious sunken bath.

  Keaton had made all the arrangements. Nothing had been left to chance. Because of Simone’s recent arrest, they knew her sister wouldn’t be able to leave Cannes. The court case was due to be held in two days time, so there was little chance of her disappearing into the ether.

  It had surprised her that Keaton had wanted to help, but she’d put it down to his controlling nature. She guessed he couldn’t bear to think of her sister spending all his money. The fact that he was helping her in the process was just a by-product. Keaton, she guessed, couldn’t think that highly of her. Surely she’d acted like a whore.