CarnalTakeover

by Tina Donahue

He punished her again, this lick landing slightly above the last. She arched her back in response, which elevated her butt. Daniel seemed to take that as an invitation to discipline her further.

  Again, the belt cracked against her, lower than the first two times, just shy of her thighs. Clenching her jaw, Alexandra stared at him raising the belt again.

  This blow landed slightly harder. Aw god. At its sting, she pressed the pads of her fingers into the bar, hoping Daniel wouldn’t notice.

  He didn’t.

  At last, the expected warmth arrived, much more gratifying than the last.

  Daniel tossed the belt aside. The buckle hit the floor with a sharp clack. He cupped and spread her whipped cheeks so he had a full view of her anus and cunt.

  What belonged to him, her Master.

  The idea of that and what he’d just done was so deliciously lewd, Alexandra struggled not to moan in between her halting breaths. Perspiration dampened her skin. Her sheath felt heavy, congested with desire, needing him to fill it.

  Daniel denied her relief.

  “Not one sound,” he ordered. “No pulling away or trying to get closer. You’ll remain just as you are until I give you permission to move.”

  He squeezed her ass and probed her openings, taking his time, doing whatever he willed. He had all the privilege, she the option to obey in the hope that he’d deliver satisfaction. She welcomed his shameless touch, the way he traced the contours of her cunt. Alexandra’s need of him drove away her lingering embarrassment at how he studied and explored the intimate area.

  For minutes, he played with her. Just as she’d asked him to do yesterday evening.

  Not even twenty-four hours had passed since then, yet so much had changed. Her thoughts grew hazy with desire, her body rigid with longing.

  Didn’t matter. He amused himself, brushing her clit almost as an afterthought. Testing her compliance. When she obeyed as he’d commanded, Daniel stroked her nub once more, lingeringly this time, making Alexandra’s hair stand on end. She wanted to moan in joy.

  Ordered to remain still and meek, not to cry out or to make fists, Alexandra did one of the few things left. She pressed her fingers back into the bar, her toes against the floor.

  If Daniel saw, he didn’t point out her transgression. He worked her nub, dragging his thumb over it, flicking, stopping, flicking once more, pushing her past endurance. No matter how hard she tried, the tension within Alexandra built to an unsustainable level. The insides of her thighs were taut. Her pussy hypersensitive. She was ready to come and couldn’t help—

  He stopped and stepped away, as though he’d read her thoughts. Or her body. Leaving her hanging, frustrated, fucking deprived.

  The stunning sensations within her ebbed quickly then disappeared.

  Daniel’s smug expression said he knew.

  Alexandra wanted to bare her teeth, to curse him loudly, but didn’t dare. That would tack on more delay she couldn’t withstand.

  “Watch,” he commanded and opened one of the Trojans, then rolled it over his gorgeous length.

  Her irritation fell away. His erection was huge, his manner cavalier, befitting a Dom. If he had ordered her to her knees and demanded she kiss his feet, Alexandra would have complied. Without question. Loving it.

  He eased a tress behind her ear and ran his fingers down her throat. She bit back a whimper of delight.

  Behind her once more, Daniel lifted his cock, running the crown down her slippery slit. His tormenting foreplay had primed her so well, she could barely contain her excitement or longing.

  Again, he made her wait, simply bathing the tip of his cock in her moisture. Unmistakable proof of his effect on her. Seconds ticked by. An excruciatingly slow minute followed. She heard the faint tick of the downstairs clock. Flames licking the logs up here. Wind and snow, gritty with ice, striking the large panes. Her breathless sound as Daniel entered her fully, his thrust assured, determined. His balls tapped her ass. He’d taken what was his.

  Alexandra huffed out a sigh at the pressure of him inside her, and rested her forehead on her hands.

  Daniel pressed his fingers into her hips. His words rasped, “Watch us in the mirror.”

  She didn’t want to move but couldn’t tell him that. If she didn’t obey, Alexandra sensed he’d stop, perhaps pull out of her sheath. Unable to bear the thought, she stared at him riding her, his face tight with raw lust, his thick column of flesh driving in and out of her pussy.

  The resistance her cunt created emphasized his hardness and width. Her moisture glistened on him. Never had Alexandra seen or felt anything as magical. The angle of their bodies allowed his cock to brush her nub, which delivered staggering sensations that didn’t last. They dimmed and built, only to fade once more.

  Over and over, in a slow, measured pace, Daniel drove inside her, lasting longer than she’d experienced with her other lovers. As though he were determined to prove something…or he wanted to keep denying her release.

  Alexandra pulled in her shoulders, unable to stand much more.

  He was the same, clenching his jaw, the veins in his neck standing out. She sensed he was seconds from climax.

  Rather than coming, he stopped and breathed hard.

  Nooooo.

  His shaft was still rigid inside her. If anything, it seemed to have grown larger, pressing against her cunt, stretching her to accommodate its size.

  Not willing to wait any longer, Alexandra squeezed her inner muscles around him.

  Daniel groaned and gripped her hips. “Stop it. You’ll wait for whatever I give you.”

  He denied Alexandra relief, thrusting into her for minutes, driving himself to the edge only to stop again, frustrating them both. Sweat shone on their bodies. Neither of them could breathe normally.

  Daniel wouldn’t relent, refusing to give into climax.

  Alexandra didn’t dare question his actions, sensing he’d hold off all night to demonstrate his mastery over her.

  He went at it again, watching her in the mirror as she stared at him. He wore an expression pained by this mulishness, his other feelings hidden. Alexandra tried to do the same, but her need of him was too great. She studied him with honor and wanting.

  He noticed and his thrusts slowed. A smile touched his lips, until he killed it. As if he realized he’d shown her a deeper part of him. A man who needed what everyone else did. Someone to care.

  She wondered why he was so frightened to get close.

  He averted his gaze, concentrating on animal passion instead. This time, he pumped faster. Harder. The ends of Alexandra’s hair swung with his powerful thrusts. She gripped the cedar bar. He leaned down and stroked her clit.

  Alexandra froze in surprise, then shuddered at the storm of sensations shooting through her. He’d denied her for so long, it took little to make her come and cry out. She couldn’t help herself, forgetting his previous order. He didn’t appear to care or simply couldn’t stop his orgasm, shouting at its intensity, pumping to prolong it, rubbing her clit.

  Delivering them to a state she never wanted to leave.

  Swells of warmth, inconceivable delight and a sense of well-being enveloped Daniel as his climax washed over him.

  If he were to die now it wouldn’t have been as a happy man. He was so far from complete contentment that he wanted to howl. He needed this to continue, to go on without pause through the next day, week, month.

  Fuck. He’d lost his mind. His goddamn body wasn’t doing much better. His knees kept sagging, refusing his efforts to lock them. He couldn’t lift his arms. That had never happened, not even after he’d helped his friends haul a caribou carcass onto a truck bed, with the animal weighing close to five hundred pounds.

  He must be getting old.

  Alexandra’s pussy pulsed around him, remnants of her orgasm. Gently, she squeezed her inner muscles. His cock didn’t play dead. The stupid thing actually stirred.

  Okay, maybe he wasn’t so old.

  And there was a simple expl
anation as to why his climax had nearly knocked him out. He’d been deprived of a woman for too long. Beating his meat every night for months on end hadn’t been a good solution. That’s why he needed to take Alexandra again. Repeatedly. Endlessly.

  His tattered breaths worsened at his crazy logic. His heart wouldn’t slow. The room kept twirling.

  Maybe he should rest.

  Daniel wrapped his arms around Alexandra’s torso and kissed her spine. She ground her ass into him, keeping him from slipping out of her pussy. His cock had finally died.

  She purred as if it hadn’t.

  He couldn’t help but smile when he should have warned her not to make another sound. She was supposed to wait for his permission.

  An admonishment was on his lips when her stomach unexpectedly growled. Ignoring her belly, he ran his fingers over her tat, at least where he guessed it was. “Hungry?”

  “Hmmm.” She wiggled her butt into him once more.

  No good. Daniel Jr. wouldn’t rise again for maybe twenty minutes. Ten if Daniel Sr. was very lucky. And here he was supposed to be a kick-ass Dom. Sure. “You didn’t eat.”

  A throaty chuckle rushed from her. “Oh yeah, I did.”

  He remembered. Alexandra on her knees, blindfolded and bound, sucking the guys’ cocks.

  Junior had reminded him of that when Daniel had told him and the others to leave, then warned the kid never to come near Alexandra again.

  “What if she wants me to?”Junior had challenged.

  Daniel had assured him that wouldn’t happen. Whether his words or obvious fury convinced the young man, Junior hadn’t objected further.

  More rumbles rolled through Alexandra’s belly, sounding oddly cute, bringing on tender feelings Daniel didn’t know he had. Reluctantly, he pulled out of her. “You need food.”

  “I can get it. Go on and rest. Not that you need to,” she added hurriedly.

  He lowered his face to hide his newest smile and dismay at wanting her so badly. It wasn’t only Alexandra’s sumptuous curves that drew him. He enjoyed her inner fire. While they’d been arguing, he could see she wanted to smack him. Not once had she backed down. Blushed, yeah. Conceded anything, no.

  Her only surrender had been during punishment. She’d given her all, just as he’d demanded, looking at him like he was some kind of god. Her emotions naked and real, not put on like some of the women he’d been with.

  That definitely wasn’t what he’d planned or expected from tonight. He should get dressed and take off. Pretend this never happened.

  He padded to the bed and slumped to the mattress, trying to calm his crazy feelings.

  “Daniel?”

  No way was he going to lift his arm from his eyes. The darkness comforted, allowing him to maintain control. “Yeah?”

  “Are you going to untie me?”

  Shit, he’d forgotten about that.

  The moment she was free, Alexandra rubbed her wrists. Daniel turned her hands palm up and studied her skin in the rosy light. A bit reddened where he’d tied the scarf, but not chafed.

  She moved her knee over his. “I’ll get the food.”

  He should leave. Not push this any further. “Okay.”

  “Be right back.” She brushed her lips lightly against his and smoothed his hair.

  A flood of tenderness, more intense than the last, crashed into Daniel. What in the hell was going on with him? He fell back to the mattress, wanting her gone. The moment she was, he missed her and listened hard to hear her moving around downstairs. Beer cans tapped hollowly against each other. Plates or bowls rattled on the cocktail table.

  She called out, “One of the guys forgot his thermal underwear.”

  Whoever it was better not come back for it.

  Daniel had already discussed that with her. She needed to be a boss with the guys. With him… He didn’t want to think about it. Right now, he was too tired, too—

  He awoke with a start, not realizing he’d fallen asleep, her hand on his thigh, a feast spread over the mattress. Pizza. Beer. Snacks. Even a plate of chocolate chip cookies.

  A potato chip was half in, half out of her mouth. It crunched with her bite, the freed part falling to her belly. A dribble of dip clung to her bottom lip.

  Daniel pushed to his elbow and licked it away, then ate the chip off her tummy.

  She giggled at him lapping her tat.

  He liked that sound and her laughter more than he should. Wanting to sigh, he smiled instead and grazed the inked artwork with his fingertips. “When did you get this?”

  “Couple of years ago.”

  He waited for more. She crunched another chip.

  Whatever the story was behind her tats, she wasn’t telling. Probably had to do with a guy. Possibly one she’d loved. At the thought, something coiled within Daniel. He pushed it away.

  “And when did this happen?” He touched her silky cunt.

  She brushed crumbs from her mouth and shrugged. “When I had to go to Anchorage last week.”

  Daniel traced her cleft, those delicate lips. She sighed noisily. “Why?” he asked.

  “My grandfather’s board refuses to come here to the site. No five-star hotels.”

  He laughed. “I meant, why did you get the wax?”

  She nibbled on another chip, as though stalling for an answer, then said, “I wanted to feel like a woman.”

  Daniel sobered, not understanding how having her bush yanked out hair by hair could make her feel feminine. “Didn’t it hurt?”

  “Well yeah, for a little bit.” She shoved another chip in her mouth, chewed fast, and swallowed. “I didn’t mind. I dress like the Brawny guy. You know, the one on those paper towels. I don’t wear makeup or do stuff normal women do. This was my way of feeling girly.”

  Daniel was about to say sex would have worked just as well but stopped himself before he did. He wondered if her proposition at the pizza place was because she’d wanted to feel girly and desired. Maybe masturbation hadn’t worked for her either, and she’d been prowling for relief. Just like a guy.

  After all, Alexandra had argued about having that right.

  The idea should have brought a sense of relief and freedom instead of gnawing at him. Somehow, Daniel didn’t want to think of himself as just a means to an end for her.

  She finished her sip of beer and offered him the can. He waved it away, thinking he should get going. His suggestion to train her as a sub sounded dumb to him now. Fucking unsophisticated. And possibly wrong, again, when it came to what she’d experienced of the lifestyle. She came from wealth and could have whatever or whomever she wanted no matter how kinky or weird. He was solidly middle class. Experienced with women, yeah. However, he didn’t have the world at his feet, ready to do his bidding as she did.

  “Try this, it’s good.” She brushed the edge of a cookie against his mouth.

  The scent of brown sugar and chocolate reminded Daniel of when he was a kid, his grandmother baking stuff for the holidays.

  “I made it,” Alexandra coaxed. “From scratch. Wanted to see if I could actually do it.”

  Touched by her confession and sincerity, he bit into the cookie and moaned at its decadent taste. “Shit, this is good.”

  Alexandra beamed. “Yeah, I know. I ate five of them to test out the internet recipe. Make certain it was all right. That’s the only reason I had so many.”

  Sure. Fighting a smile, he gobbled the cookie and licked chocolate smears and crumbs from her fingers.

  She offered him another. “Do you miss this area? Or are you glad you left?”

  He stopped chewing, not expecting her questions. Anything so intimate. “Kind of.”

  She nodded. “You kind of miss it, or you’re kind of glad you left?”

  Daniel figured more evasion wouldn’t help. She’d just keep asking. “I miss some of my friends from when I was a kid and my relatives, of course. But I always wanted to go into engineering. I couldn’t have done what I have if I’d stayed here.”

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sp; “So your mom was cool with leaving her family, or did she move for you? To give you more choices?”

  It took him a moment to decide whether to answer. Rarely did he talk about his personal life. It felt weird. Intrusive.

  She looked genuinely interested.

  Daniel mumbled. “The company my dad worked for transferred him. It wasn’t a decision he or my mom made.” He paused. “I don’t think she minded, though. She really likes Seattle. We’d probably have to force her away from there.”

  Alexandra smiled. “How’d your parents meet?”

  Jesus. Less than an hour ago, he’d been disciplining and mounting her, talking like a tough guy and now she wanted to know about his parents’ love affair? This was the weirdest fucking night he’d ever spent with any woman. Strangely enough, Daniel couldn’t bring himself to leave. “She worked in the company’s on-site office. He was a safety engineer. They hit it off. That’s really all I know. What about your folks?”

  Her smile froze.

  Daniel’s belly cramped. Crap, why had he brought up her parents? He’d heard some bad shit about her father that no daughter would want to discuss. Coupled with the stuff he knew about her grandfather, Lucius’ love of vulture capitalism and profit at any cost, Daniel knew Alexandra had come from a dysfunctional bunch.

  She ate half a cookie, chasing it with two chips. “My mom’s remarried. Her third. My dad overdosed.”

  “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have mentioned—”

  “No.” She rested her hand on his thigh. “It’s okay. Not your fault. Dad was a good guy, he just couldn’t win against Lucius.”

  Daniel wanted to ask if she could, but didn’t dare. Alexandra’s shoulders had already slumped. She grew thoughtful or worried, hard to tell which. She was as good as he was at hiding emotions.

  He ran his fingers over hers. “You okay?”

  Her expression changed, as though she remembered he was here. Nodding, she turned her hand over, caressing his. “Fine. I’m looking forward to you teaching me to be your sub. Doing all kinds of things while we’re here. Stuff I couldn’t even imagine.”

  Right now, Daniel figured she needed a hug more than anything, comfort she probably hadn’t received during much of her life.