Topping the Domme (Crime and Punishment)

by Trista Ann Michaels

  After her past, she would’ve never believed that. But then she had been fantasizing about Brayden for months, even before going in on this case together.

  He crooked his finger, indicating he wanted her to join him. Karina lifted her chin and turned away, ignoring his obvious summons. If he was going to punish her, he would need a reason, and her ignoring him would be as good as any.

  Brayden gritted his teeth at the stubborn tilt to her chin. He knew why she’d done it, but damned if it didn’t get him pissed anyway.

  “Your sub giving you a hard time tonight?” one of the Doms standing next to him asked.

  Brayden twisted his lip in disgust. “She’s still angry with me from earlier,” he replied. “Looks as though I’m going to have to teach her another lesson.”

  The Dom grinned. “I enjoyed the last one you taught her.”

  Brayden snickered. “So did I.”

  And he had. Sinking into her as she bent over that bench had been pure heaven. Just thinking about it made him hard.

  He watched her stroll to a small group of submissives gathered in one of the sitting areas. The muscles in her legs flexed as she walked in three-inch heels. Her ass swayed seductively. Even her breasts bounced enticingly. Of course, that satin nightie left very little to the imagination, and the coral color complimented her complexion, giving her cheeks a rosy hue.

  What would he do to punish her? To get those cheeks from rosy to downright red?

  His gaze spotted a pussy flogger, and he grinned. She would kill him for that, but the fight that would ensue would definitely get the attention of everyone, which was exactly what they needed.

  He set his drink down on the bar and headed over to Karina. She glared up at him as he approached. “Don’t even think about it. I’m still pissed at you,” she snarled.

  The subs next to her gasped. One even put her hand out and touched Karina’s arm. “Kay? What are you doing? You can’t talk to your Dom like that.”

  “Someone’s asking for it tonight,” Brayden drawled. “Come with me, Karina.”

  “No,” she snapped.

  Brayden’s eyes narrowed. He bent down and grabbed her wrist, pulling her to her feet. She winced and her eyes widened, but he didn’t loosen his grip. Instead, he tugged her closer and snarled. “I’m going to enjoy this punishment.”

  He turned and started walking, pulling her along behind him. She tugged and fought, but couldn’t get her hand free.

  “Damn it, Brayden. I said no!”

  He ignored her.

  “You stubborn, pig-headed jackass!”

  Brayden had to bite the inside of his lip to keep from grinning at her tirade. Delacroix wanted a show, and she was definitely giving him one. He pulled her to a table, and with his hands at her waist, lifted her onto it. She landed with a grunt and then tried to jump down. Brayden caught her midair and set her back on the bench, then shoved her backward so she was on her back.

  Karina growled and her gaze narrowed. Brayden grasped her lower arms and forced them over her head, pinning them in place with one of his hands while he reached for the restraints with the other.

  “Brayden, don’t you dare,” she yelled and tried to rip her hands free.

  Brayden ignored her and secured the restraints in place around her wrists. She jerked and tugged, trying to free her hands. When she couldn’t, she glared up at him angrily.

  “You damn—”

  Brayden grabbed the hem of her nightie and ripped it right up the middle, exposing her naked body. Karina immediately went silent. Brayden watched her carefully, making sure he hadn’t gone too far. There was anger, yes, but also lust.

  He ripped the nightie at her arms and then pulled it out from under her, leaving her completely naked. Brushing the back of his fingers over her warm skin, he walked slowly around the table. He ran his fingers down one leg, then on his way back up the other, she crossed her ankles.

  Brayden stopped and stared down at her. His lips twitched at the spark of devilment in her eyes just before her amusement faded and her anger returned. She played the part of angry submissive very well.

  He continued on his slow exploration. “Do you really think that will stop me, kitten?”

  She turned her face toward the ceiling. He continued upward, running his fingers over her hip. When he brushed them over her side, she jerked and drew in a sharp breath.

  “Ticklish?” he whispered before circling her nipple with the tip of his finger.

  She stared at him through tiny slits of anger. Her cheeks were flushed red, her lips tightened in a thin line. He strolled around to the head of the table and leaned down to speak softly in her ear.

  “I hope you realize all this fighting just turns me on.”

  She swallowed and tilted her head back to look at him. Her lips were still tight, but her eyes sparkled with amusement. No fear shone in her gaze—only trust. Brayden’s heart skipped a beat. He felt humbled and feathered the back of his fingers over her cheek.

  “We’re getting quite the crowd,” he whispered. “Keep it up, kitten. I think I like you like this.”

  “Go to hell, Brayden,” she snarled. “What makes you think you can just make me come, and I’ll forgive you?”

  “You always forgive me, kitten,” he said, a little louder. “This time won’t be any different.” He walked around her and slowly slid his fingers down her side and over her hip. “Once I make you come, you’ll melt.”

  Karina snorted and jerked away from his touch, but Brayden didn’t miss the spark of heat in her eyes. God, she was hot, and so beautiful.

  He’d replayed last night in his mind all day. The way she’d moaned and moved her hips with his. The way she’d accepted everything he gave her. The way they’d fit, both during sex and after when he’d held her in his arms.

  Brayden put his hands between her thighs and forced them apart. Her arousal was obvious with the cream that coated her pussy lips.

  He smiled. “Look at you,” he murmured. “All pretty and wet, just for me.”

  He leaned down and drew his tongue up her slit. Her hips jerked toward his face and just for spite, he flicked his tongue over her swollen clit, teasing the tiny bud before standing straight once more.

  “Nice,” he whispered, as he smoothed his hand down her labia, applying just enough pressure to make her squirm.

  Using the pad of his thumbs, he spread her labia, exposing her wet entrance and swollen clit. He blew softly, and she moaned. He glanced up at her and smiled at the way she bit down on her lip.

  “Such a stubborn little kitten,” he said softly.

  He reached over and grabbed a leather strap, pulling it around the back of her knees to the other side of the table. He securely fastened it, then pulled it tight. The strap held her knees against her chest, leaving her wide open for whatever he wanted to do to her.

  “Brayden… Master, let me up.”

  “No,” he countered. “Like it or not, you’re at my mercy. I will do whatever I want. And you’ll take it.”

  He slid his hand between her legs and rubbed up and down her mound. She closed her eyes on a moan and tried her best to wiggle her hips, but couldn’t. She tugged at the straps, but not in panic. There was too much heat in her gaze for her to be truly afraid.

  “Damn it, Brayden,” she growled.

  He removed his hand and reached over for the small pussy flogger he’d seen earlier. He slapped it against his hand a couple of times, letting the sound raise her anxiety level just a tad. As he moved to stand between her legs, she opened her eyes to glare at him.

  “That’s an awfully angry look for someone in your position,” he drawled, then slapped her pussy with the flogger.

  Karina gasped and arched her back, pulling hard at the restraints around her wrists. He slapped her again, and this time she moaned. Her whole body flushed pink, but her pussy began to turn red from the short leather strips.

  He gave her a second to breathe, then slowly drew the leather strips ove
r her mound. Karina whimpered and tried to move her hips. For punishment, Brayden slapped her again.

  “Don’t move,” he commanded. “Not even an inch, Karina.”

  Karina bit her lip and stared at him with wide eyes. Brayden had to bite his own tongue to keep from grinning. Her anger in the beginning may have been fake, but once this was over, she might actually be pissed at him for real.

  He moved forward slightly and circled her clit with the flat of his thumb. “I’m going to torture this pretty little pussy,” he purred. “Torture it and play with it until you beg me to make you come. That’s going to be your punishment, kitten, for not moving to my side when I called for you. I’m going to make you beg for it despite your being angry with me.”

  Karina shook her head.

  “Oh, yes, kitten.” He brushed his thumb directly over her clit before pulling away.

  Her whimper told him everything he needed to know.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Karina swallowed the need to scream at him to just do it—make her come. She was already so hot and needy, she could hardly breathe. Playing mad at him when she really wasn’t, especially at the moment, was hard. She closed her eyes and counted to ten.

  I’m supposed to be mad at him. We’re supposed to put on a show. We’re supposed to grab the unsub’s attention. Be mad. Say something, damn it!

  “I won’t,” she snarled.

  Oh, yeah. Good one, Karina.

  She won’t what? Scream? Beg? She was close to begging already.

  Brayden clicked his tongue and slowly shook his head. “Stubborn.”

  He slapped the flogger against her labia, and she jumped. The sting made her pussy tingle, but she refused to make a sound. He moved the flogger to her behind and inner thighs, gently flicking it across her flesh, the movements almost sensual in the way he went back and forth between her thighs and ass. When he suddenly swatted her pussy again, she cried out at the sharp bite of pain against her most sensitive area.

  “Damn asshole,” she grumbled.

  “What was that?” Brayden asked as he leaned over to hear her better.

  Karina glared up at him, her mouth tightly closed.

  He studied her closely as he stood back straight and trailed the leather straps of the flogger across her mound. Karina held her breath as the material teased her opening and clit, just barely brushing against them. She felt her hips jerk, despite her best efforts to keep them still.

  A low chuckle emanated from Brayden’s chest as he walked over to the small table and picked up two nipple clamps attached to a long string with a small weight on the opposite end. Karina knew what those were and what they would do. She’d used them on her own subs, but had never had them on herself.

  “Brayden, don’t you dare,” she snapped.

  “Oh, I dare,” he replied. “And right now there’s not a whole lot you can do about it, now is there?”

  He attached both clamps at the same time. She gasped as the metal pieces bit into her nipples, squeezing them. Tingling heat traveled from the tip of her breasts to her very core. She drew in two long, slow breaths waiting for the initial pain to subside. Oh, yeah. She was definitely going to kick his ass for this one.

  He held the string up, keeping the weight from pulling at her nipples. With his ever-watchful eyes glued to hers, he slowly lowered the string over the straps that went around the back of her legs. The small weight pulled at her nipples, causing them to burn and sting. The lower he let the weight drop, the more it pulled.

  Finally the weight settled into place and the pain began to morph into a burning pleasure. Like she wasn’t already close enough to release. The pain seemed to shove her even closer, leaving her hanging on the edge like a car dangling over a rail.

  He studied his handiwork. The look of approval in his eyes sent warmth through her whole body. Is this what her subs felt when she did things like this to them? This desire to please, to give in, to be dominated and controlled? After what had happened to her, she never imaged she would feel like this. Never imagined she would crave that look of approval.

  But maybe it wasn’t the look alone. Maybe she only craved it when it came from Brayden.

  The realization that she was in love with him slapped her in the face so hard, she actually gasped. Brayden’s gaze narrowed slightly as he strolled back between her legs, a small dildo in his hands. Karina turned her eyes to the ceiling, not wanting him to see her thoughts. He had an uncanny ability to read a sub’s emotions, and she wasn’t quite ready for him to see this.

  “Look at me, Karina.”

  Her stomach dropped at the sound of his command. He wouldn’t let her hide from him. Not now. Not while he had her tied down on the table. He would want to see every emotion that crossed her face, every fear that shone in her eyes.

  Schooling her features, she turned her eyes back to his.

  “Good girl,” he murmured as he placed the head of the slick dildo at the entrance to her ass.

  Karina braced herself for the initial burn as it pushed into her channel. He went slow, allowing her to adjust. Part of her was grateful. Some Doms, especially the ones with a little sadist in them, would shove the dildo in hard, causing a little bite of pain.

  Brayden didn’t. He was more dominant than sadist, but right now, Karina believed Brayden had taken a few lessons from Delacroix.

  Once the toy was in place, he moved back to the table and retrieved a rabbit. Karina groaned. Brayden planned to hit every hot spot and erogenous zone on her body. She had a feeling when she finally came, it would be explosive.

  He moved back between her legs and settled the lubed rabbit at the entrance to her pussy. He pushed it forward, and she winced at the tight stretching as it filled her. The rabbit was twice as big as the one in her ass and the fit was quite tight. He turned it, and the sensation as it moved against her walls made her whimper and struggle against the straps.

  He placed the small nub at the base against her clit, then spread her labia wider, making sure to get a good fit. Karina wanted to rub herself against it. She could already feel the stirring of her release just below the surface. She bit her lip to keep from saying the words he wanted to hear. She knew it was stupid to try and prolong it. He would get what he wanted, but still… Pride was sometimes a hard thing to overcome.

  Her fingers tightened, digging into her palms, as he used a remote to start the rabbit. When the vibrations stimulated her clit, she jerked so hard, the weighted ball began to swing and tug at her nipples. The sudden movement sent a jolt of pain through her breasts, which, in turn, zinged straight to her pussy, making her walls tighten around the toy.

  She groaned and shut her eyes. She tried to work her hips, but couldn’t. The miniscule movements just weren’t enough. She growled in frustration and received a satisfied chuckle from Brayden.

  “See what you get for misbehaving?” he murmured, as he picked up another flogger.

  Karina frantically shook her head. She knew the second he started hitting her with that, she’d probably explode.

  “Still not ready to beg?” he teased.

  He turned off the rabbit, and Karina breathed a slight sigh of relief, then squealed when he slapped the back of her legs with the flogger. Twice more, he flicked the leather against her sensitive flesh before turning the rabbit back on.

  Karina arched her back slightly, which jiggled the weight, adding another layer of pleasure-pain to the already overloading sensations cursing through her. She was so close, her release just beyond her reach, when Brayden stopped everything. Her body quieted; the lust swimming through her lessened slightly. But it was only a short reprieve.

  He began again with the flogger, slowly working it up the back of her legs, then over the sensitive crease where her ass met her leg. Hard, then soft, then hard again, he kept the rhythm up until she was panting. Every slap jarred the weight; every swing of the ball tugged at her nipples. The fullness inside her only added to the sensations and the need barreling through
her.

  Then suddenly it stopped.

  “No,” she screamed. “Please.”

  Her eyes widened at the plea in her voice and the satisfied sound of Brayden’s deep chuckle. Damn him.

  “Please, what?” he asked.

  Karina tightened her lips and stared up at the ceiling ignoring him.

  “Stubborn kitten,” he murmured, then began the process again, this time turning on the rabbit.

  Karina’s eyes rolled back in her head as she loudly moaned in pleasure. Her clit felt swollen, her nipples felt hot and tingly. Her stomach was tight, her thighs trembling as she struggled against the rising tide of her orgasm. Just as she was about to crest, he stopped again.

  Karina sobbed and tried to lift her hips against the straps. “No. Don’t.”

  “Don’t what?”

  “Don’t stop.”

  She didn’t care anymore that she was giving in. She wanted to come. She was so close.

  “Do you want to come, kitten?” he murmured.

  “Yes. Yes, Master. Please. I want to come.”

  Shocked at her pleas, at her begging, Karina felt a single tear slip from the corner of her eye. He’d won. He’d made her beg. She realized that no matter how hard she fought him, Brayden would probably always win.

  He turned the rabbit back on and began to once again flog the back of her legs and ass. Harder this time, more insistent. Karina moaned with every flick of the leather across her skin, with every vibration of the rabbit over her clit.

  Her womb tensed. Her body trembled and every nerve began to tingle. Her release slammed through her, forcing her back to arch as much as it could. The weighted ball pulled at her nipples, sending shards of pain through her breasts. It only intensified her orgasm, leaving her panting and screaming as it coursed through her body in wave after wave of incredible rapture.

  Her body still humming from her release, she was barely aware of Brayden as he lifted the weight, taking the pressure off her nipples. The second he removed the clamps, blood rushed back into them and the pain sent her careening over the edge again in a shocking orgasm.