Her lips parted and he wanted to swoop in and tug the lower one between his teeth. Hear her moan in his ear.
Instead he asked, “What do you say, Dana? Are you ready to play?”
Chapter Three
Dana’s heart hammered against her ribcage. Bastien’s light caresses were driving her nuts. His whiskey orbs burned into her soul, demanding things from her, things she’d never revealed to another person.
The tight knot of pleasure tingle between her thighs. Her clit throbbed in time to her pounded heartbeat.
The man of her fantasies asked if she wanted to play. If she wanted to experience her first taste of submission with him. She nodded, her mouth too dry to form words.
He wouldn’t let her get away with that. “Tell me yes, Dana. I need your consent.”
“Yes,” she managed to choke out, her body on fire with need.
She’d never known an entire network of nerve endings could be so sensitive. It felt as though her erogenous zones were connected to the place where Bastien touched her.
He laced his fingers with hers and led her away from the screaming woman and the men who brought her pleasure. She followed him blindly, in a haze of desire and need, excitement and anticipation.
He led her to an empty nook filled with elegant couches and plush chairs that looked like something from Louis XIV’s France. Unlike the other areas, this had heavy drapes drawn back. If Bastien closed the drapes, they would be shielded from the prying eyes of the other club patrons. She said a silent thank you. Although, in theory, the idea of voyeurism tuned her on, she wasn’t sure she could handle it for her first time.
“Take a seat,” Bastien ushered in her and closed the drapes behind them.
“Don’t worry,” he continued. “Once these are closed people won’t come in. It’s one of the rules.”
She sank down into one of the chairs and delighted in the fact they were actually comfortable. She smoothed down the skirt of her dress. Now they were alone, nerves bubbled in her stomach.
He took a seat opposite her. As he leaned back, he reached his arms out along the back of the couch and threw one leg over his other knee. The relaxed pose did nothing to hide the impressive bulge in his pants. She’d never been a size queen, but from the outline Bastien was hung.
A shiver ran down her spine and the tingling in her belly became an unbearable pulsing pressure in her pussy. She’d give anything to be able to touch herself, to take the edge off.
Instead, she met his gaze. His gorgeous lips curled at the edges and she blanched. His wicked grin told her he knew exactly what she’d been looking at, and what she’d been thinking.
To cover her embarrassment she babbled, “I don’t usually do this. Meet strangers in a bar and…”
And what were they doing? So far, nothing.
He quirked a brow. “And?”
“And take them into a quiet, empty room.”
He shifted, rubbed his beard. “You really are brand new at this, aren’t you?”
When she shrugged, he carried on. “Let’s start at the beginning. You’re a submissive.” She nodded. “I’m assuming you don’t have any real life experience in the lifestyle?”
“Nope. Complete newbie.” She hoped tonight would change that, but right now she was a BDSM virgin.
“Never been spanked by your previous lovers? Anything rough during sex?”
His frankness sent heat blazing to her cheeks again. If she blushed anymore tonight, she’d bang her head against the nearest wall. Although she was a BDSM virgin she wasn’t an actual virgin. Why did his questions make her feel uncomfortable?
Because she was discussing her sex life with a total stranger. A hot, Viking god of a stranger, but still a stranger. At least he took the time to find out about her. It was more than her fiancé Daniel, had done in all the years they were together.
She pulled up her big girl panties and answered, “Never been spanked. Never done anything on the rough side.”
“Does that turn you on? Spanking? Rough sex?”
She met his curious gaze with a look of determination and decided to match his frankness. “Yes, spanking turns me on. I’ve not had any partners willing to do that to me, but I’ve practiced on my own a few times and found it pleasurable.” Pleasurable was too mild a word for how she felt when she’d whacked her own ass with a paddle. Mind blowing more like it. She’d come so hard, she’d practically screamed.
“The idea of some of the rougher stuff turns me on too. But I’ve only read about it or watched it online.” No point hiding her porn habits. “Also I like the idea of oral servitude, bondage and potentially some aspects of domestic servitude.”
She reeled off her kinks like a shopping list.
Go her.
The more she talked, the darker Bastien’s expression became. She practically preened, happy in the knowledge her taste seemed to be turning him on.
He uncrossed his leg, but still kept his arms on the back of the couch. His muscles bunched and shifted beneath his t-shirt. She wanted to bite her lip and moan at the image of him naked that flashed into her mind.
“Anything that’s a complete no-go for you?” he said.
She waited a heartbeat, thinking. “No blood. Definitely no watersports.”
“Anything else?”
She liked that he pushed her. “I was going to say no group stuff, but I’m not sure about that either way.”
A tic pulsed in his jaw and she knew she’d found something that turned him on. She filed it away for later. Although there probably wouldn’t be a later. This was a one night thing and she intended to enjoy whatever happened.
“Birth control?”
“I’m on the pill and have just had a check-up at the clinic. All clear.”
“Do you have a safeword?”
“Ambrosia.” She’d picked that as it had special meaning. She’d always been a history buff and ambrosia was the food of the gods. It seemed fitting for her journey into the darker side of sex.
Bastien nodded and said, “Are you ready to begin?”
“Yes.”
His nostrils flared. “Good. Stand up, put your hands on the back of the chair and bend over.”
Need slammed into her belly like a freight train. Her nipples beaded and moisture slithered between her thighs. She sat rooted to the spot. Now it came to the crunch, she couldn’t move.
Bastien quirked a brow. “Problem?”
“It’s just…I just…” Her cheeks heated as she tripped over her words. Great, now she looked like a freaking idiot.
“Do you want to use your safeword? Do you want to run from me, Dana?” His eyes darkened with mirth, daring her to run.
She straightened her spine, glared at him with defiance. “No.” She’d come here looking to explore her submission. She wouldn’t back out now.
Respect flashed across his face. “Good. Stand up, put your hands on the back of the chair and bend over.”
This time she didn’t hesitate. She stood, turned around to face a full length mirror, gripped the back of the chair and bent forward, sticking out her ass. She watched as the dark look once again veiled Bastien’s features. The unmistakable large bulge at the front of his jeans made her swallow hard. When he walked towards her, his gaze burning into hers, her pulse quickened and she curled her fingers tighter into the wood, anchoring herself to something solid.
He brushed one of his big hands over her left ass cheek. The touch barely grazed her but her breath hitched in her throat.
“I can’t believe no one has spanked this pretty ass.” He stared directly at her through the mirror, his intense gaze burning into her soul. “Are you ready, Dana?”
“Yes,” she answered breathlessly.
She was more than ready. Her soaked pussy clenched at the thought of him using his hands to bring her pleasure. He caressed her, kneaded the fleshy globes through her clothing. She bit her lip, tried to stop the moan from escaping. He’d barely touched her and she was already on ed
ge, so close to orgasm. It was embarrassing.
Bastien slapped her ass cheek, first one, then the other. She gasped. The slaps hadn’t hurt. Far from it. In fact she wanted him to hit her harder.
He gauged her reaction through the mirror. What he saw on her face must have been to his liking. She analyzed her features—the soft set of her eyelids, her swollen lips, the flush on her cheeks. She looked she was about to come. No amount of denying it could hide the look on her face.
Spurred on, Bastien slowly lifted the hem of her dress, drawing it up over her hips, bunching it at her waist. She was extremely grateful she’d chosen to wear thigh highs and her sexiest black lacy underwear. When Bastien groaned, she knew she’d made the right choice.
“Fuck, look at that beautiful ass. Just begging to be spanked.” He once again caressed and kneaded. The skin to skin contact was too much. Dana rocked back into his touch, tried to ease some of the ache beating between her thighs.
“Uh-huh.” He slapped her, a quick crack that stung like hell and made her yelp. He dug his fingers into the flesh of her ass and leaned down, whispered in her ear. “Stay still, sweet Dana. You’re the submissive. I’m the Dominant. I’m in control. I control your pleasure. I control when you come.”
His heavy erection lodged between her globes and it took every ounce of control not to push back against the hard length.
She watched him pull back his arm and she tensed, waiting for the smack of his palm against her sensitive ass. A sharp crack filled the air as flesh connected with flesh. The sharp sting of intense pain shot through her system, echoed in her puss. Her clit throbbed.
“Oh god,” she panted.
He massaged the tender skin and his ministrations brought her to the edge of orgasm. He’d barely touched her yet she was dripping wet. She’d known she would enjoy a spanking but this was another level.
“You’re so god damned responsive,” Bastien murmured, almost in reverence. “Give me more, sweet Dana.” He bent down and sank his teeth into one of her globes.
She jerked, scandalised and incredibly turned on by the illicit move.
Before she could answer, Bastien began spanking her over and over. Using his left hand, he spanked her left cheek, then the right, again and again until she cried out. She rested her forehead on her hands and held onto the wood.
Pain mixed with pleasure to a point where she didn't know where one ended and the other began. Her covered nipples strained against the lace cups of her bra, begging to be touched. Moisture coated the lace covering her crotch. The scent of her muscly arousal filled the air. Her ass burned. Endorphins fuelled her veins and she hurdled towards orgasm, hanging dangerous close to the edge.
She looked into the mirror and saw the faint flush staining Bastien’s cheeks. He looked like a god, a conquering Viking god, with his sensual lips parted and a wild glint in his eyes. He was completely focused on the task. On her.
She watched the muscles shift in his biceps, the splay of his hand as he brought it down on her ass. Then again. In that moment, Bastien was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen.
He caught her watching him, locked his gaze to hers. He let her see all his fire. All his intensity. His commanding presence wrapped itself around her and she reveled in being on the receiving end.
She’d fantasied about. Dreamed about it on cold nights in a lonely bed.
“I wish you could see your ass. It’s blushing a beautiful shade of red. You can see my handprint just here,” he fingered a spot close to the seam of her ass.
He pulled aside the material of her panties and dipped one digit into her dripping folds.
Her pussy clenched as though wanting to draw him inside. She needed something filling her, didn't matter if it was his finger, a toy, hell even his cock. She’d never expected to have sex tonight but she was seconds away from begging as he teased her soaked pussy.
“So fucking wet,” he removed his finger. “Wonder if you taste as good as you look?”
He sucked the wet digit into his mouth, his gaze never straying from hers. Her face flamed. This was the most erotic thing anyone had done with her.
Bastien growled. “You fucking taste like heaven.”
She swallowed. Her mouth dryer than a desert. She rocked her hips back. “Please, Bastien.”
She’d never begged in her life, didn't even know why she was doing it now with some stranger she’d just met. She didn't care. She wouldn't be seeing him again. She could be anything, do anything, she wanted.
And if he didn't let her come soon, she was going to explode. Every cell strained for release. Her heart pounded. Butterflies of desire beat rapidly in her stomach. Her full, heavy breasts and pebbled nipples ached to the point of pain. Her dripping pussy practically begged to be filled and her clit so swollen even the slightest shift of her underwear would wrench a scream from her.
He gripped her hair and the pinpricks of pain shot from her scalp to her heated core. He leaned down again so his face was millimetres from her. He spoke to her through the mirror. “I’d love to go down on you, put my face between your thighs and feast on your gorgeous, wet pussy.” He licked his lips for effect. “Suck your clit into my mouth and nibble. Bet no one has ever use their teeth on you, have they, Dana?”
She shook her head, unable to speak.
“I’d love that. I love eating a woman’s cunt. But not tonight. Tonight I want to watch you come for me.” He tunneled two fingers inside her, pumping a frantic hard rhythm that was exactly what she needed.
She leaned her head against his and held onto the chair while he pumped. In and out. His index finger strummed her clit. Pleasure built higher and higher, driving her towards orgasm. ”Yes,” she whispered, her eyelids drooping.
“Look at me. Don’t look away. Look me.”
She snapped her gaze back to him. She felt so vulnerable having him stare directly into her eyes. It felt wicked, as though he saw a part of her she kept hidden.
“Come for me.”
As he spoke those three little words, rasping them into her ear, he strummed her clit in a rough back and forth motion that she loved. The orgasm crashed into her like a freight train. Her knees buckled onto the chair, her spine bowed and she threw back her head, unable to look at him as shockwaves of electricity fired through her synapses. The world exploded in a burst of color. Her pussy ached. Her ass burned and added to her pleasure.
As the orgasm subsided, and his strokes got softer, Dana opened her eyes.
Her juices covered his fingers and he licked them clean. His feral, possessive look should frighten her. Instead, a part of her swooned. He looked exactly what he was—a Dominant—and she wanted more.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He pressed a tender kiss to her hot forehead.
Now the heat of the moment had passed, she felt a little embarrassed. She’d let a stranger spank her silly and then practically begged him to fuck her. She’d rode his hand with abandon, using him to come. What did people do after? Thanks for the amazing orgasm, be seeing you.
She didn’t have to worry. Bastien snapped into action. He retrieved a small tube, squeezed some clear liquid onto his fingers and began massaging it into her ass cheeks.
“It’s aloe. It’ll help with the soreness tomorrow. As it’s your first time, it’ll sting like a mother.”
There was nothing sexual in his touch, yet her body burned, screamed for him to fuck her. The strength of her reaction frightened her. Casual sex never appealed—she’d never done it, never wanted to. Instead of dealing with her aftercare, she wanted Bastien to strip out of his clothes and ram that impressive bulge inside her.
He pulled down her skirt and stroked her hair. His gaze, still burning with desire, met hers through the mirror. He stroked the nap of her neck. “I hope you enjoyed your first BDSM experience. I think that’s enough for one night.” Her skin burned where he stroked lazy circles. “If you want more, come back next week. I’ll add you name to the guest list.”
Did
she want more? Yes. No. Hell, she didn’t know. Right now her hormones were all over the place. It had been an amazing experience, but could she come here and have these encounters with him without the courtship rituals of being in a relationship?
As if reading her mind, Bastien pressed another tender kiss to her temple. “It’s your choice, Dana. Good night.”
And with that, he strode out of the room leaving her alone.
Chapter Four
Two months later
Dana ran her hand along the gleaming stainless steel work surface. Her pristine new kitchen shone. A jolt of excitement flittered in her belly. The patisserie was almost ready to open. The only thing left on her list—hire a baker. She interviewed a dozen people, men and women,but no one fit her brief. Maybe she was being too picky, but perfection couldn’t be rushed.
She checked her watch before flipping open the cover on her tablet. She loaded her calendar and double checked the name of the interviewee due to arrive any minute.
Sebastien Berkley. Thirty–five. Ex–marine. No real baking experience but she’d been intrigued by his covering email and accompanying baked goods photos. His passion for pastry shone from the screen and she couldn’t pass up an opportunity to give him a trial interview.
There were still a few minutes before he was due to arrive so she logged into her Kinky Singles account. Over the last two months she’d seen her fair share of wacky messages. As with hiring a pastry chef, she’d had no luck in her search for a Dominant.
Bastien’s rugged face appeared in her mind and her clit throbbed as she remember the dark look on his face as he spanked her ass. Their one encounter provided enough fantasy fodder for weeks. Every time she touched herself she imagined his hands bringing her pleasure.
Although the encounter blew her mind, she hadn’t been courageous enough to take him up on his offer and go back. Casual sex encounters didn’t appeal. They’d had one glorious night. One night that made her firmly believe finding a Dom of her own was the way forward.
Dana sighed. Why was it so hard to find a nice, kinky guy? She exchanged messages with a few men but none reached the face–to–face stage. Honestly, some of the messages creeped her out. One guy offered to wrap her in latex and control her breathing. Even now it made her shudder. She just wasn’t that extreme.
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