“I just know.”
“No, you don’t.” From the way her body had reacted to that slight amount of anal play, he figured she’d love more. If not, he wouldn’t either—perhaps she didn’t understand that.
She bit her lip, but her eyes had turned the color of larkspur blooming in the mountain meadows. His mother had loved larkspur. And laughter and courage. She’d have approved of this tough, joyous woman.
He ran his hands over Summer’s smooth, bare shoulders, down her tightly laced corset, and curved his fingers under her soft, soft ass cheeks. If he got any harder, he’d toss her onto the huge oak table in the center of the kitchen and take her right there. “You’re going to try anal once, and if you don’t like it, then you’ll have a reason to say no.”
The way her body melted under his touch said she’d accept his will; the heat in her eyes said she wanted to.
When she whispered, “Yes, Sir,” pleasure and power flooded his veins. He had to face it—his need to dominate equaled her need to submit.
* * *
An hour later, Summer considered kicking Virgil somewhere painful. Frustrated much, Summer? She’d expected him to drag her off and do a scene. Instead, they’d strolled around the room and watched the various sessions. After the third one, she caught the way he was studying her reactions.
At a heavy flogging scene, she’d tensed up, and he’d pulled her closer. “Not your thing, I know. Not mine, either.”
When watching a threesome, he’d smiled at her and run a finger down her cheek. “Doesn’t do anything for you, does it? Me either. I’m too possessive.”
Near the center of the room, he deliberately stopped to watch a dom taking his sub from behind—in the ass.
The woman moaned and wiggled as her dom pushed deeper. Summer felt her nipples bunch into peaks, and her pussy grow damper. She glanced up.
Virgil’s focused gaze rested on her, not the scene. “You’re flushed, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Are you thinking about being in that position tomorrow? Taking your master’s cock in a very, very private place.”
Her asshole tightened, making her quiver. And making her even wetter.
He smiled slowly. “Oh, you are. You’ll take it, and I won’t stop until you come.”
God. Her skin seemed to shimmer with heat. She looked away and spotted MaryAnn.
The submissive swaggered up to Virgil. “Hey, Master, are you looking for a fun sub?” She ran a finger over his biceps and batted her thick, black lashes.
His brows drew together in displeasure. “Thank you, no.” He turned back to Summer.
“But—” MaryAnn moved closer and rubbed her breasts against his arm.
Summer stared. MaryAnn never came on to the doms. What was she doing?
Virgil’s voice was colder than the mountain air as he snapped, “Leave.”
MaryAnn stepped back hastily. After shooting Summer a bemused look, she walked away.
Virgil shook his head. “I thought Dark Haven’s submissives were better behaved.” He put his arm around Summer. “Let’s see if you have a liking for anything else.”
“I already told you what I’m into.”
“No, honey, you only gave me what you don’t like.” He took her mouth for a long, thorough kiss.
More, more, more. She set a hand on her stomach, trying to control her breathing. “Do I get to know your preferences?”
He chuckled. “I’m male. I like sex. I’m a dom—although it still feels wrong to say that—so I like control.” He put his hands around her waist and lifted her to stand on a low coffee table. Her eyes were even with his.
“Virgil!”
“I like your taste…everywhere. I like the heat of your cunt around my cock or around my fingers.” He slid his hand under her skirt and between her thighs, and when his finger pushed up into her, she moaned.
He gave a satisfied rumble. “I like the sounds you make.” His teeth closed on her shoulder. The small bite of pain rippled through her, and her pussy clenched around his finger. She inhaled sharply.
“Yeah, that sound.” His breath bathed her ear. “Whimpers. Moans. Screams. Little panting noises and sighs. You have the most beautiful voice I’ve ever heard.”
The hot flush rolled up her neck to her face. She tried to edge away.
His hand fisted in her hair, tugging her head back so her eyes met his. He held her in place as he slid another finger inside her entrance, thrusting gently as his thumb pressed on her clit. Oh God.
“That sound right there,” he said in the rough, devastating voice she still heard in her dreams. “Give me more.”
His thumb circled her clit.
They stood right out in the middle of the room. A dom walking past paused to watch for a second. Summer shook her head. “Virgil, no.”
His eyes drew her in, swept her willpower away. Without answering, he lifted his knee and used his boot to nudge her feet farther apart on the low coffee table, spreading her more open. “Personally, I like privacy,” he said softly. “I prefer that I’m the only one to hear those little sounds you make—but if you like to share, then you will.”
With his fingers in her, his hand in her hair, she couldn’t move as he mercilessly aroused her. His thumb pressed harder, teasing the hood over her engorged clit. Her toes curled and her hands fisted as the pressure in her center tightened, as each slow thrust increased the sensations. He bent his fingers, moving to a new spot with each penetration until they rubbed against a…place.
One that sent her senses spiraling away. She could feel the climax advancing toward her. “Oh, please. God, please.” She grabbed his upper arms, and his rock-hard biceps flexed under her grip.
“Let it happen,” he murmured. His fingers pulled out and drove in forcefully. Once. Twice. His thumb brushed over the very top of her clit.
The dam broke, and scalding pleasure flooded her system in a massive rush of sensation. Her back arched as she went up on tiptoes. He released her hair, setting his hard hand against her bottom, holding her so the fingers of his other hand could continue.
Each slow, slick stroke made her clench inside, sending more surging pleasure through her.
As her knees started to give, she let out a long moan that lightened his eyes with satisfaction.
“Very pretty. I hadn’t heard that one before.” Taking pity on her, he lifted her off the table and wrapped his arms around her, holding her against his solid body, a mountain no force would move.
She rested her forehead on his chest. She had gotten off so thoroughly her fingertips still tingled…and she craved doing it again. “I want you inside me,” she whispered. She wanted the intimacy—him giving and her giving and…
“I’m not one to fuck a woman in public, Summer.” The coarse words hurt, but then he added, “And when it’s more…more special…it’s even more difficult.”
“Oh.” He’d given her a wonderful orgasm, held her so sweetly now. She’d never wanted to please a dom so much, and instead she kept letting him down. The guilt grated against her soul. “I’m sorry. I didn’t—”
“Shhh.” He nuzzled her cheek, his jaw scratchy with a man’s heavy stubble. “It’s not your fault. We’ll figure something out, baby.” He tucked her hair back, exposing her face. “You are so pretty when you’re all pink.”
As relief eased the remorse, she kissed him, willing him to understand how much it meant he didn’t blame her. “Thank you.”
He snorted. “I intend to take my annoyance out of your hide one way or another.”
Somehow his threat didn’t worry her at all. She snickered.
“Brat.” When he let her go, her legs wobbled like an old woman’s. With a huffed laugh, he sat her on a couch. “Stay here while I get you some water.”
As Virgil disappeared into the kitchen, Simon appeared and pulled Summer to her feet. “Don’t talk. Just come with me.” He stopped right outside the kitchen and positioned Summer where she could see inside.
With his back to
the door, Virgil faced MaryAnn in the otherwise empty kitchen.
“Oooh, it’s the big dom,” MaryAnn cooed.
“Find someone else, girl.” The cold, rough voice should have sent any submissive fleeing.
Not MaryAnn. The brunette ran her fingers down Virgil’s chest.
He gave a grunt of exasperation and brushed her hands away. “You trying to get in trouble?”
“I like trouble.” MaryAnn actually moved closer and rubbed his crotch.
Summer scowled at the bite of jealousy. That’s mine.
With an irritated snort, Virgil pulled handcuffs from his pocket, spun MaryAnn around, and cuffed her wrists behind her back. Oh yeah, the man was definitely a cop.
He fisted MaryAnn’s braids tightly enough to make her squeak and frowned down at her.
Summer crammed her hand into her mouth. What if he hit her? She pushed at Simon. “Go help.”
Simon shook his head and gripped the back of her neck. “Stay put, pet.”
She hesitated.
Before Summer could decide what to do, Virgil pushed the handcuff key between MaryAnn’s lips. “Ask Simon or Logan to free you and return my cuffs.” As if the sub no longer existed in his universe, he pulled the refrigerator door open.
Simon chuckled. “Rona said you needed to see to believe. Now get back to the couch.”
Summer stared at him. Had Simon told MaryAnn to deliberately provoke Virgil?
MaryAnn appeared in the door, snickering under her breath.
“You sneaks,” Summer whispered, and the two conspirators grinned.
Simon jerked his head, and Summer ran for the couch.
She dropped onto it, and a second later, Virgil reentered the room. His gaze found her with palpable warmth, before he walked over to where Simon was uncuffing MaryAnn.
As she waited, Summer curled into a corner of the couch to think. MaryAnn had made Virgil mad, and he’d merely sent her to Simon. He could easily have lost his temper and gotten very rough. Some doms would have.
“Earth to Summer.” Virgil’s amused voice came from a foot away.
“Oh!” Her head jerked up, and she put her hand over her heart to make sure it hadn’t stopped. “Sorry.”
He tore off the plastic seal and opened the water bottle with that ingrained courtesy of his. Well, when he wasn’t holding her immobile and driving her into an uncontrollable orgasm. In the center of the room.
After handing her the water, he picked her up and sat down on the couch with her in his lap. She shifted to get settled, felt his thick, very hard cock, and squirmed more, until he growled and held her hips still.
“Oh sorry.” She couldn’t suppress her giggle.
“Evil girl.” He drank some of her water and then leaned back with a sigh.
His arm around her was firm, holding her against his big chest, making her feel safe…and…and wanted. But she hadn’t given him anything in return except doubts and fears. And he didn’t know if he even liked being a dom. Another twinge of guilt assaulted her. “Does it bother you to…to make me do things?”
“Some.” From the underlying grimness in his voice, he definitely felt uncomfortable. “How about you? Does it bother you when I force you into something?”
“Well, I didn’t want to stand on a coffee table. But you made me, and that turned me on even more.” She took a breath. How could she explain? “Sometimes there’s an empty place inside me. Cold. When you take charge, it seems to fill that up. Warms me—even if what we’re doing has nothing to do with sex.”
His arms tightened, pulling her so close his heartbeat thudded through his ribs to hers. “Well. That’s a bit of how I feel when I know I’ve satisfied you and know you’re happy because of me.”
Thank God. If he hadn’t liked being in control, she couldn’t have gone on. She had a thought. “You started because of your cousin, but before—did you ever think about bondage or domination?”
“Oh yeah.” The corner of his mouth turned up. “When I tied you up during the calf roping, you definitely fulfilled a fantasy. And we knocked off a few more later.”
That felt good. “Uh, would it help to know I’ve always wanted this?” She ran her hand over his strong jaw and saw, as usual, he was giving her all his attention.
“Always?”
“Pretty much. My Ken doll used to tie Barbie up and spank her for being bad.”
He choked.
She grinned and whispered, “I had a Bondage Barbie.”
When his growling laughter burst out, she snuggled closer in perfect contentment.
* * *
“Bondage Barbie.” Virgil would never look at the damn doll the same way again.
He made Summer finish her water, although when she sat up, he’d swear she intentionally squirmed her ass on his cock.
If she kept teasing him, he’d fuck her here on the couch, privacy or not.
But during their tour of the room, he’d spotted a likely place. “Up you go.” After rising, he curved his fingers over her nape, his hand big enough to get a good grip. Not a bad technique, although he’d noticed a collar like Rebecca wore gave even more control.
He guided his pretty little sub to the back corner. Two overstuffed chairs faced a tall couch that screened the area. He stopped Summer in front of one chair. “Kneel here.”
She gave him a startled look, and then gracefully sank to her knees. She assumed the eyes-down, knees-apart, hands-on-thighs position he’d seen other subs use.
She hadn’t knelt like that in the club, he realized. A dark satisfaction filled him, the knowledge she wanted to please him even more now than then. “Sweet Summer,” he murmured.
Although her gaze stayed on the floor, a happy smile flickered over her lips.
By unscrewing the light bulb in a wall sconce, he plunged the area into shadowy darkness. Much better. In the center of the room, Logan frowned and turned to look. When Virgil raised his hand, the lodge owner nodded acknowledgement.
Virgil returned to Summer and noted the difference the change of lighting had accomplished. She was quivering with excitement and nerves. He knew just how to up the tension some more. “Strip, please.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. When she rose and started to unhook her corset, his cock felt as if someone had closed a hot fist around it. He dropped into the chair and watched silently as her mouth-watering breasts came into view, then her softly rounded stomach. Fuck, she was beautiful.
All too soon, she set her clothing on a chair and stood before him, eyes cast down, shifting her weight from one foot to another. Adorably uncertain.
The small amount of light glinted off her blonde hair and brushed over her smooth skin. It shadowed beneath her full breasts and created a tempting darkness between her thighs. “Present yourself. Feet shoulder-width apart, hands behind your back.”
Unfortunately, the dim lighting meant he couldn’t see the flush rising into her face, although he could almost feel it. The position opened her legs nicely and raised her breasts—no wonder doms liked it so much. Her nipples had peaked into tiny spears. He pulled her forward until her toes touched his. “Bend and hold on to my shoulders.”
Her small hands closed on his shoulders, sending a punch of lust straight to his crotch. As he’d figured, her position dangled her breasts in front of him like hanging fruit. He took one nipple in his mouth, teased the point to even greater hardness, and sucked strongly. Her breath caught.
When he gently closed his teeth on the tender tip, a shudder ran through her. Yes, she liked that. Not releasing her breast, he grasped her arms and kept her in place, then laved the peak and bit down again. Carefully. Firmly.
She moaned, her eyes half-closed, her skin hot under his hands.
He blew air over the wet nipple. “You have beautiful breasts, honey. I remember how they look when they’re swollen and red.” His voice came out rough with his need.
Her whisper was only hint of sound. “Yes, Sir.”
“I’m not going to
tie you down. I expect you to stand perfectly, completely still…no matter what I do.” He released his grip on her arms and took her left nipple in his mouth. So velvety soft with tantalizing bumps surrounding the slightly rough tip. He teased and sucked, and it swelled under his attention. With his fingers, he played with her other breast, teeth on the left, lightly pinching the right.
Her grip tightened on his shoulders. When he bit down, he heard a whimper of mingled pain and need. Her whole body shook, but she didn’t move, didn’t try to pull away. “You’re such a good little sub,” he murmured. “Open your legs for me.”
The helpless sound she made increased the hum in his veins and the pressure in his already rock-hard cock. As she moved her feet apart, he inhaled the scent of aroused female. He brushed his knuckles down her soft stomach to her mound, then ran one finger over her bare pussy. Very, very smooth. “Did you think of me when you shaved today?”
A hesitation. “Yes, Sir.”
Why did her whispered answer remind him of the last shoplifter he’d arrested? She sounded…guilty. He took a guess. “Did you come?”
She swallowed audibly. “Yes, Sir.”
He smothered a laugh. His dom brain said bad sub; his guy brain gloated that she’d gotten off thinking of him. “I see. While you’re here, Summer, I’ll take charge of those orgasms.”
Chapter Eight
Summer heard the amusement overlaying the steel in his voice, and relief ran through her. “Yes, Sir.” Summer concentrated on not moving. Her pussy throbbed with the need to be touched, and all her senses focused on his finger resting on her outer folds.
“I have big hands, Summer, so open your legs until your feet are wider than the chair.”
Heat seared her skin as she imagined those big hands on her. Touching her intimately. She put more weight on her arms and edged her feet out.
“Now bend your knees a little.”
As she complied, her pussy opened wider, the puffy, wet folds peeling apart, exposing her core.
“That’s right, honey.” Virgil slid his hands between her legs, curved his palms under her ass cheeks, and lifted her. Leaning back, he lowered her until the backs of her thighs rested on the chair arms, and her feet dangled on the outside.
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