CarnalTakeover
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Alexandra pushed to her toes.
Daniel’s lips brushed her ear. He whispered, “I haven’t taken you here yet.”
“No,” she breathed, then swallowed. “You haven’t.”
His forefinger circled her tight ring. She reacted, flexing it. “I will,” he promised, “and you’ll welcome my cock, no matter how narrow you are, how thick I am. No sounds. No trying to get away.”
She trembled. “Never.”
A nice promise, but he’d have her so restrained she wouldn’t be able to consider escape. “Put out your hands.”
They shook with what he guessed was excitement and apprehension of the unknown. Poor baby. A wave of affection hit Daniel so hard, he slung his arm around Alexandra and kissed her, tenderly this time, providing assurance that she was safe. He’d never harm her.
She sagged against him, surrendering completely as she always had.
As she’d also done with Nat.
The thought came out of nowhere, Daniel’s mind returning to when she and Nat had kissed. Daniel couldn’t help but wonder if her reaction to his friend had been the same as her response now or if she was offering even more of herself at this moment.
Doesn’t matter, fool.
This was about fun, excitement, all that was taboo in a vanilla world, not about anything substantial. He’d always avoided being tied down, restricted in any way, his freedom and future held hostage to another person.
Why he’d stayed here today, Daniel didn’t know. He could have easily phoned Nat and asked for a ride. Not once had the thought occurred to him. He’d slept longer and more deeply than he had in weeks, eaten a leisurely brunch, then prowled the cabin looking for the perfect spot to dominate Alexandra. After settling on this room, he’d let his imagination run wild while he surfed her cable channels, barely paying attention to the programs, his mind drifting back to her.
She kept invading his thoughts, staying there, burrowing deeper.
Daniel pulled his mouth from hers. She whimpered and tried to get closer, wanting more. Exactly what he craved, at least sexually, though he forced himself to ignore it. He had stuff to do first, and he concentrated on tying the ropes around her wrists, using an anchor bend knot to make certain she wouldn’t be able to twist free.
Her blush intensified.
He placed the stepstool in front of her and climbed it, his cock close to her face. “Lift your arms.”
A moment passed before she seemed to hear or understand him. Her focus moved from his hard shaft and tight balls to his waiting hands. She did as he asked.
Daniel worked the ropes through the plant hooks. Earlier, he’d used her pliers to bend the metal, making certain the cords couldn’t slip free. He pulled on both ends and looked down. With the ropes’ increasing tension, Alexandra lifted her arms higher, higher. Even when she had them fully above her head and stretched out to each side, the lines taut, Daniel still tugged.
Alexandra pushed up, her heels leaving the floor. “Wait. I can’t reach up any higher.”
Exactly. Daniel secured the knots, testing to make certain they wouldn’t budge. Those babies were sound as hell.
Back on the floor, he pushed the stepstool aside and hunkered down by her right foot. With the rope looped around her ankle, he secured it to one of the hooks in the planks.
“Whoa, wait,” she complained. “I won’t be able to stand in this position.”
Daniel lifted his face.
She stopped squirming. “Seriously.”
He stood and moved into her, their bellies touching. She was a tall woman. He still had her beat by a mile. Alexandra stared at his throat, then gazed up at him.
“You can stand in this position.” He warned, “And you will.”
Her expression grew glazed with what looked like desire. She nodded obediently.
He went around her, dragging his hand over her hip, ass and down her inner thigh as he sank to her other ankle. She kept making noises that reminded him of a helpless puppy, or a sub who’d again learned just who was boss. Daniel wasted no time in securing her fully. She pressed her toes into the floor. He ran his fingers over the butterflies on her foot.
Alexandra twitched and tried to move away from his tickling, but couldn’t.
Daniel gave her one last, taunting stroke, then stood and stepped back to survey his work.
He’d spread her legs wide just as he’d envisioned in his earlier fantasy, her calves and thighs tensed as she stood on the balls of her feet. The ropes holding her wrists didn’t allow her to relax or protect herself. Her nipples couldn’t get more erect or hard. Her waxed cunt and the tat above it were the most beautiful things he’d ever seen. She was as opened as she’d ever be.
His blood thickened.
He rubbed the pad of his thumb against his jaw and took Alexandra in slowly, padding around her in a wide circle. Every now and then, he broke stride to lean close.
She twisted her torso, trying to watch him over her shoulders, her hair swinging right, left.
“Look straight ahead,” he directed. “Don’t move at all.” He came around to the front of her. “Eyes open.”
Her lids inched up. She fisted her fingers.
“Relax your hands,” he ordered. “Accept my power and will over you. You’re going to submit fully, no matter what happens.”
Her attention shot to the belt.
Punishment would come, though not for a time. Her bondage was too enthralling. Daniel moved past, deliberately brushing his leg against hers, then looked over to see if she’d broken her stance and was observing him.
She adjusted her weight slightly but remained in the position he demanded, her ass tensing.
Daniel stayed behind her for minutes, curious as to what was going through her mind. Did she wonder whether he’d discipline her now or simply enjoy the view? He smiled, liking what he saw. Pale skin. Soft curves. The way a woman should look. Not muscular like a guy, or flat-chested and skinny like a little girl.
He closed the door, adjusted the thermostat, and literally poured on the steam. Within minutes, plumes of moisture filled the cozy space. Droplets soon clung to the rocks, cedar, them.
Several beads wiggled down Alexandra’s breasts and gathered on her nipples. Daniel licked them off, tonguing her rigid tips.
She whimpered, then purred.
Something broke loose inside him, depriving Daniel of patience and good sense, making his heart beat out of control. If he could have crawled inside her, he would have, needing her warmth to surround and comfort him. A reaction he didn’t understand and wasn’t about to interpret. Alexandra’s heat mesmerized him. Her skin smelled of the same sweet fragrance she always wore. He wanted her to smell of sex, used and dominated by him, her Master.
Time for her lesson to begin.
Until this moment, Alexandra wouldn’t have believed how confinement could lead to a sense of complete freedom.
Daniel had secured her so well, displayed her so shamelessly, she had no choice except to submit and follow his lead. At work, that would have driven her nuts. Here, in their private world, she couldn’t have been more willing. All of her life, Alexandra had troubled over what to do when it came to intimate moments with men. Be assertive, meek, a little of both? Fruitlessly, she’d tried to guess what they liked.
Daniel had relieved her of that indecision by spreading and imprisoning her, forcing her to be nothing more than a sexual creature. Aware of her body in a way she’d never been.
Moisture rolled down her back and chest, circling her navel, streaming over her ass. Her nipples were so sensitive, she felt the areolas constrict and the tips peak. Her cunt—oh god, her cunt—became the center of Alexandra’s universe, the lips thick and parted, her clit tender, achy, needful of Daniel’s touch.
He ran his hands down her arms and pressed his face into her pits, inhaling deeply of her fragrance.
Alexandra didn’t know whether to giggle or moan. She grew increasingly shy, feeling downright virginal.
With an air of authority, he padded to each side, exploring her ribs and hips, touching the small of her back, running his fingers through her damp hair, never coming close to the parts of her that mattered and would bring the most pleasure.
Her nipples and cunt actually hurt, wanting his mouth on them.
He kissed her spine instead.
That touch registered in Alexandra’s pussy. Her sheath narrowed, sensations building to an unendurable level.
Daniel didn’t give her relief. He padded to the bench opposite her and sprawled lazily. Hands behind his head, one leg bent, the other stretched out, his toes near hers. Several strands of hair clung to his damp forehead. Moisture pearled on the dark thatch between his legs. Relaxed, except for his monster hard-on, he observed her bonds and obscene position.
Alexandra was past blushing. She’d never felt more alive and excited yet also humbled and shy. She sucked in the heated, damp air, trying to calm herself, and waited for him to make a move. His cock was so fucking erect, he couldn’t possibly stand much more of this, any more than she could.
Seconds passed, then a minute. Alexandra knew that for a fact, she’d been counting. Daniel remained as he was, the Master appraising his slave. Not able to stand his delay any longer, she flexed her inner muscles in the hope of driving herself to climax, obtaining some pleasure. Ridiculous, she knew, but it was all she had.
Daniel watched her without comment, then suddenly leaned up, his forearm on his thigh. “Stop that.”
Good god. What had given her away?
Alexandra didn’t dare ask. She obeyed him immediately and sank to her heels, or rather tried to do so. The moment she’d lowered herself, her arms protested, pulling too tightly against the ropes.
Daniel stood.
She didn’t budge, breathe, blink. He seemed taller than she recalled, more muscular and dangerous. Hotter than sin. He cupped her mound and slipped two fingers into her pussy. A strangled breath escaped her. Instantly, she relaxed her sheath, keeping him from knowing what she’d been doing.
Her dewy cunt gave her away, her lubrication so pronounced his fingers turned effortlessly within her.
“You’ve been bad,” he murmured.
She shivered, anticipation, desire and tension colliding to make her even more powerless.
Daniel rested his head against her shoulder, face to her throat, his breath tickling her moist skin. “Haven’t you?” He spread his fingers within her.
Aw, god, he was going to kill her with this foreplay, the miraculous sensations he’d released but wouldn’t coax to climax. Alexandra pushed higher on her toes, her calves and thighs straining. However, the bulk of her frustration rested between her legs. He kept circling her clit with his thumb, not touching it. Her head fell back. She let out a frustrated groan.
Daniel kissed her throat. She sucked in a breath. He whispered, “Answer me. Tell me you’ve disobeyed.”
How in the hell could she have prevented it? She wasn’t supposed to make a sound while he was touching, kissing, fondling and screwing around with her. He wouldn’t let her come. Shit, he wouldn’t even touch her nub or nipples. What did he think she’d do?
“Alexandra.”
The steel in his tone made her cry out, “Yes—dammit, yes.”
“Yes what?”
Crap. “I’ve been bad.”
“And…”
She surrendered. Again. “Punish me. I deserve it.” She heaved in another breath and released it on a longing sigh. “I want it.”
He made her wait, kissing her deeply, running his hands over her breasts, exploring her mound and cleft. This time he rubbed her nub gently with his forefinger. She let out a muffled moan, forgetting herself and his orders. Didn’t stop him from stroking her clit or driving his tongue more fully into her mouth. Until she approached climax. The second Alexandra was about to soar, he stopped.
She growled.
“You’ll pay for that.” He got the belt. With the buckle against his palm, he wrapped the leather around his hand, circling her as he did so.
The end of the belt skimmed her thigh. She flinched. He moved closer, his silky crown brushing her leg. God help her, Alexandra moaned again, the sound as desperate and horny as before.
Didn’t faze him. Daniel kept at it, taunting and treating her as his prisoner. She was that and didn’t regret a second of it, craving exactly what she’d said. Dominance. Discipline. Goading him, she pushed out her hips before he got past.
Daniel stopped, the sole of his foot slapping the plank. He glanced over, regarding her tummy. Her tat and cunt drew his attention lower. Recklessly defiant, Alexandra moved her hips once more.
He slipped his belt around them, pulling her cunt into his groin. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Nothing,” she lied.
“That’s precisely what you’ll get if you move again or make another sound.”
He pulled the belt away and studied it, then focused on the ropes’ knots, the temperature, the rocks on the wall, ignoring her. Leaving Alexandra to wonder if he’d ever give her what she needed. When he headed for the door, she panicked and glanced over, wanting to ask him where he was going. Surely, he wouldn’t leave her in here alone, like this.
Without lust to distract her, she knew her arms and legs would begin to hurt. She wouldn’t be able to tolerate the humidity and heat. Only he made this worthwhile.
And he could take it from her—he would, if she didn’t obey.
Remembering his earlier reprimand, she turned back to the rock wall and didn’t move. Nor did she make a sound. Hell, she barely breathed.
He didn’t open the door. With stunning swiftness, he went to her side, hand on her hip as he’d done the first time he’d delivered punishment.
She tensed.
He rubbed his thumb over her damp skin. Gently. Lovingly.
And struck without warning, the crack of the belt against her ass resounding through the small room.
Alexandra twitched, then clenched her teeth at the familiar sting. It receded immediately, replaced by a flood of warmth. He brought the belt down again, slightly harder. This crack seemed to come from far away, as though a cocoon encased her. A place of pain and pleasure, the bite of the leather needed to enhance the bliss that followed.
Daniel chose a new part of her ass to mark each time—just as he’d done Saturday—using the belt twice as much as he had then. Imposing discipline, delivering unspeakably base sensations that left Alexandra breathless, weak, subdued, his.
On a noisy huff, he tossed his belt to the side. The buckle hit the rock wall with a metallic thwack, then dropped to the bench. She continued to gasp.
Daniel dropped to one knee in front of her and spread her delicate petals, baring her to his sight.
Alexandra pressed her toes against the floor to keep still. He licked her nub. Pleasure shot from her cunt to her belly and beyond. Her knees sagged and the rope pulled against her arms. Cursing inwardly, she straightened.
He stopped at her movements. Her disobedience.
Shit, shit, shit. Alexandra willed him to touch her again.
After a prolonged pause, Daniel trailed his fingers down the insides of her thighs and behind her knees. Gawd. The tickling drove her crazy. Her cunt begged for completion. She wanted to screech. Clamping her jaw tight, Alexandra made no noise. Nor did she move.
He continued to taunt her, running his fingers over her toes, calves, belly, navel, tattoos. She suppressed oath after oath and submitted to his command. Enduring this. Loving it.
God, she did. For the first time in her life, Alexandra trusted a man enough to put her happiness in his hands.
Her passivity must have won Daniel over, because he returned to her nub and licked it.
Once.
Come on, please. Stay at it.
He worked his little finger into her anus, startling and pleasuring her. With his free hand, he drove two fingers into her cunt. Only then did he lap her clit again.
Time no longer held meaning. They might have been in here for minutes or hours, she simply didn’t know any longer. Each second dragged by as he prolonged her agony, denying her relief.
His fingers slid in and out of her cunt and anus, his tongue brushed her nub. He sucked delicately and hard, fast, slow, then not at all until he suddenly began once more. Keeping her off balance. Forcing her to suffer through.
Alexandra wanted to punch him and thank him too, for giving her what no other man had. His undivided attention to her pleasure when he had to be hurting, wanting his own release.
Steam swirled around their bodies, making the room seem even smaller, his actions more intense. He pushed his little finger farther into her anus, an untried passage he’d explore and make his own. Debased images flooded Alexandra’s mind. She pictured his thick rod penetrating her smallest opening steadily, mercilessly, demanding entrance and—
Alexandra peaked before she knew she would. Raw, unspeakable pleasure sped through her. She emptied her lungs in a cry of pure carnal delight, unmindful of its volume. Or what Daniel would think.
He didn’t let up, doubling his efforts, still sucking, probing, invading her body and senses. Alexandra panted and begged, “I can’t stand any more. Stop. Please.”
He wouldn’t.
Alexandra tugged on the ropes. If anything, they seemed to shorten. The hooks wouldn’t give. She shouted several oaths. When that didn’t convince him to let up, she went still, collapsing as well as she could given the bindings. Her chin touched her chest. She kept heaving the moist air and blowing it out.
Daniel finally stopped and tilted his face to hers. “You okay?”
“Are you kidding? I’m about to die.”
“Bullshit. You haven’t seen anything yet.”
Oh sweet Jesus, there was more? Alexandra cringed inwardly, dreading it. Kind of. She just needed a few minutes to relax. After that, she’d crave whatever was zipping through Daniel’s deliciously filthy mind.