Chapter Thirteen
Miya swallowed at the hard look in Alex’s eyes. He looked part angry and part ready to throw her on the table and screw her brains out.
“Are you trying to scare me, Alex?” she asked.
His eyes narrowed. “Who?”
She licked her lips, both surprised at his harshness and turned on by it at the same time. Who knew? “Sir,” she whispered.
He rubbed the back of his fingers down her cheek. “Good girl.”
Miya narrowed her eyes at him. “You make me sound like a pet.”
Alex’s lips twitched. “Here, you are.”
“That’s not funny, Alex,” she whispered.
Alex’s scowled and reached around to slap her ass again. Miya squealed and grabbed her behind, glaring up at him angrily. “You like doing that entirely too much.”
“I think you need your first lesson,” Alex growled.
He grabbed her wrist and tugged her through the playroom toward one of the roped-off scene areas. Miya swallowed, wondering just what he had planned. “Ale… Sir,” she said, tugging at his hand and trying to slow him down.
Two Doms snickered as they passed by them, and Miya glared.
“He’s got his hands full with that one, doesn’t he?” one of the Doms said.
“I didn’t think he liked disobedient subs,” the other said.
Miya frowned. What did those men mean by that? If Alex didn’t like disobedient subs, did that mean he wouldn’t like her? Was she wasting her time trying to be something she wasn’t?
She and Alex stopped in front of a scene on the far wall. A woman was chained spread-eagle, completely naked, her Dom in front of her. With every flick of the flogger against her skin, she shouted, “Yes, Sir.”
Miya swallowed and took a step back, only to run into Alex’s chest. She tried to step away, shaking her head no at the idea he might want to do that to her. His arm wrapped around her waist, holding her to him with an iron grip.
“Call me Alex again, and this is what I’ll do,” he whispered.
“Just here, right?” she asked, frowning. Even her father didn’t ask her to call him sir.
“In time, you’ll know when to call me Sir and when not to.” He dipped his head slightly and pressed his lips to the side of her head. “Does this scare you, Miya?”
“I…” She swallowed, unsure if it did or not. Her pulse pounded, her stomach knotted, but—
“Answer me, sub.”
“No…Sir. It doesn’t.”
He kept one hand around her waist, while slowly lowering the other to her thigh. “I like these boots,” he whispered. “I would like to see you in nothing but these boots.”
Her breathing hitched at the husky sound to his voice.
He slid his hand up and under her skirt. When he put his hand between her legs, Miya moved to grab his wrist and stop him. What was he doing?
“Don’t, sub,” he commanded, and Miya froze.
Was he really going to do this here? “Sir,” she whispered. “Not here.”
“Yes. Here.”
He slid his fingers through the cream coating her pussy, and she drew in a shaky breath. “Oh, God.”
“I see Sam explained the no-panty rule,” Alex murmured. “I’ll have to see he’s rewarded for that.”
His fingers danced wickedly between her opening and her clit, forming soft, slow figure eights that made her want to move her hips with his hand.
“Look around, sub. What do you see?” he whispered.
She swallowed and tried to take her mind off the things his fingers were making her feel. She saw the scene in front of them, the sub being flogged. Her cries of ‘yes, Sir’ had been reduced to moans of pleasure that rose with every slap of the leather against her skin.
To the right was a ménage scene. Two female Dommes and one male submissive. Two subs walked between Miya and the scene, sending her scathing looks of jealousy.
“I see two subs who want to kick my ass. I’m assuming because I’m with you.”
She’d swear she felt his lips curve into a smile against her neck. “Ignore them. You’re prettier,” he whispered, and her heart skipped a beat.
“Damn, you’re wet, Miya,” he murmured low next to her neck. Every inch of her flesh quivered. “Which scene turns you on, angel? I think I can guess, but I want to hear it.”
She sighed as his fingers brushed lightly over her clit. She couldn’t believe she was letting him do this here, in front of all these people.
“The flogging, I think. And of course, what you’re doing.”
“Do you like what I’m doing?”
“I think that’s rather obvious,” she growled low at him over her shoulder.
ALEX CHUCKLED DESPITE himself and tried to remember why it was he didn’t like smart-mouthed subs. At the moment, he could think of one reason. “I don’t want obvious, Miya. I want to hear the words.”
She swallowed. “Yes, Sir. I like it.”
He smiled softly at the angry tone to her words. She still hadn’t submitted to him yet. She might be calling him Sir, but she was fighting with everything in her to keep from losing herself to his touch. Her first time in here and the first thing he did was make her come in front of everyone watching? He was pushing her too fast, he knew, but…
He had to make her understand this world was not for her. Miya fought the control in her life too much to ever give control over to him. Her stubbornness now was proof of that, at least to Alex.
His chest tightened at the idea of never seeing her here again. She felt right standing here in his arms, and her arousal was obvious. She was wet, and her hips undulated along with his movements. He brushed his middle finger lightly over her swollen clit, teasing her.
The soft gasp that escaped her lips was like a breath of air to a drowning man. He wanted to hear it again, louder. He teased her clit, deliberately avoiding going over the top.
She moaned and dug her fingernails into the forearm he had wrapped around her middle. She went from pulling him closer to trying to push him away.
“You’re not submitting, Miya,” he whispered. “You’re fighting me.”
She bit down on her lip briefly before letting it go. “Please don’t do this, Alex. Not here.”
He scowled and increased the pressure of his fingers. He slid them over and around her clit, watching her face as she realized he was going to do exactly what she begged him not to.
“I know you’re new here, sub, but if you call me Alex one more time, I’m flogging your pretty little ass,” he said, just as he rubbed the pad of his finger up and over the top of her swollen nub, sending her spiraling off the edge.
MIYA DROPPED HER head back to his shoulder and squealed as her release slammed through her. Alex couldn’t take his eyes off her face as she rode out wave after wave. He didn’t make it easy for her; he prolonged it, and then just when it was about over, he pinched her clit, and to her astonishment, sent her over again.
During the second orgasm, her knees buckled, and he tightened his hold around her stomach to keep her upright against his chest.
Her moans quieted to soft sighs. Her muscles went limp, and she began to shake from head to toe. Alex continued to stroke her, easing her down gently. “You’re okay, angel,” he whispered. “Are you still sure you want to do this?” he asked, half hoping she would say yes.
“Alex, you just—” Her eyes went wide at Alex’s wicked chuckle. “Oh, shit.”
He picked her up in his arms. Miya gasped, then pleaded. “Alex, no. Don’t!”
“What did I tell you I would do if you called me Alex?”
Miya swallowed and glanced back at the young woman being flogged. Was Alex really going to do that? Fear snaked up her spine, but overriding that was the distinct tremor of excitement. The thought of Alex doing to her what that other Dom did to his sub sent her body back into an instant state of arousal. Had she always been attracted to this lifestyle or was it just Alex?
Sam said
Alex didn’t hurt subs, not really, and she had to keep reminding herself of that as he strode almost angrily to a vacant area set up for a scene.
“You didn’t answer me, sub,” he said as he set her on her feet by the poles.
She wobbled on her heels, and he grabbed her shoulders, steadying her. Her legs were still weak from her double orgasm—something that had never once happened to her before. And he’d done it using his damn hand.
With the pad of his finger, he lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his dark and intense stare. He’d asked her a question, hadn’t he?
She swallowed. “You said you would flog me,” she whispered.
“That’s right.” He pushed her backward toward the poles, and her stomach knotted with fear of the unknown. She’d never done this. Didn’t know what it would feel like.
People began to gather around the scene, anxious to see what Master Alex had in mind for his disobedient sub. Part of her screamed to run, that maybe Alex was right. Maybe this wasn’t for her. But a part deep inside, the part that loved him beyond any common sense, yelled she could do this. She could stop fighting and let him control her, let him dominate her. She cringed. She could let him pleasure her before all these people.
But would flogging be pleasurable?
The woman at the other scene screamed as her release finally took hold. The people around her clapped as though watching a show, and in truth, they were. But were they applauding the sub’s submission to her Dom and the pleasure that now so obviously had her body shaking, or were they applauding the Dom for a job well done?
“Eyes on me, sub,” Alex growled.
Miya quickly shifted her gaze to his. The hot, almost searing look made her heart stop, then begin again in a wild rhythm that had her trembling.
He reached out and started to undo the buttons of her top. Miya gasped and covered his hands with hers.
He scowled. “Move your hands.”
She opened her mouth to say something, then quickly closed it again. He waited, watching her until she slowly dropped her hands. She returned his scowl with one of her own. Amusement sparked in his eyes as he continued to undo her top.
He tugged the top open, and the cool air of the room hit her nipples, making them tingle and pucker. She hunched her shoulders, fighting the urge to cover herself, but Alex would have none of that as he slipped the shirt off her shoulders.
He lifted one arm toward the cuff hanging from the pole on her left. He quickly secured her wrist before moving to the other one. Miya closed her eyes as a hot blush covered her cheeks and chest. God, she was mortified standing here like this. She was going to kill him when this was over.
Once both wrists had been secured, he shifted around to face her. He stood so close she could feel the heat off his body and instinctively moved closer.
“Open your eyes, Miya,” he said softly.
She did and stared into his. She saw a bit of concern in the amethyst depths and frowned. Was he afraid he was going to hurt her?
“Has Sam explained the safe words to you?”
Miya nodded.
“Words, Miya.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” he snapped.
“Yes, Sir,” she growled.
“What do you say if you’re scared or you need a minute?”
“Yellow.”
“What do you say if it’s too much and you want it to stop?” he asked softly.
“Red. But if I do, does that mean we’re done? For good?”
Alex frowned slightly at her question. He reached up and touched her cheek lightly. “No, angel. That means we talk about it.”
She nodded, and Alex dropped his hand.
She closed her eyes again. He won’t hurt me. He won’t hurt me. He won’t hurt me.
When his hands unfastened her skirt, her eyes flew open wide, and she took a step back. The chains pulled at her wrists, forcing her to stop.
She growled, “Alex, no!”
The crowd around them gasped and murmured among themselves, making Miya shake with fear. She’d done it again. Why couldn’t she remember not to call him Alex?
“Shit, I’m…”
Alex didn’t say anything. The flash of coldness in his eyes said it all. He jerked her skirt over her hips and boots. Once it was around her ankles, he said, “Step out of it.”
When she didn’t right away, he slapped her thigh, hard.
“Ow!” she yelled, then glared down at him.
“Now!” he snapped, and without even thinking, she obeyed.
My God. What was he doing to her?
She stood before him and everyone in nothing but her thigh-high boots. A flood of embarrassment moved over her cheeks.
I can’t believe he’s done this to me. What the hell was I thinking coming here?
She knew what would happen. She knew what Alex would do. Sam had told her. He’d explained in breathless detail about flogging and wax play—about the sex in public.
Her heart broke at the thought of Alex having sex with someone else, even if it was before dating her. Anger rolled through her stomach when she thought of those jealous subs, who now stood close by watching. But they weren’t watching her. They were watching Alex.
She scowled at them, then him, trying her best to hold on to that anger. She wasn’t going to let him get to her. She refused to let him scare her, and she knew that’s exactly what he was trying to do. What was it he’d said? That he’d push all her buttons to prove she couldn’t do this?
Well, she’d show him.
Chapter Fourteen
Alex almost chuckled at the spark of jealousy in her eyes. Later, he would tell her he’d never been with those subs, but right now, he wasn’t sure he could talk. Seeing Miya secured to the poles, in nothing but those boots, had his cock twitching painfully.
She was beautiful. Even with that fire flashing in her eyes, she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Again, he questioned why he didn’t like a little sass in his sub.
His life was so crazy, so chaotic the only place he had any order was here. He wanted his sub to be obedient and sweet, never giving him any lip. Looking at Miya with her eyes narrowed in anger and her chin set at a defiant tilt, he realized just how much he enjoyed her fighting him. It made him feel alive and more satisfied than he had in a long time.
God, he hoped she didn’t run after this. He thought about going easy on her, but he couldn’t. She needed to see, to understand, and hopefully to accept.
If she didn’t, it would shatter his heart.
He squatted down and took one ankle in his hand. She fought him at first, till he slapped her thigh. She gasped and relaxed her ankle, letting him secure it to the post.
He didn’t look up at her as he moved to the other one, securing it to the pole as well. This time she didn’t fight. Before standing, he glanced up and found her scowl to be quite amusing. His gaze dropped to her smooth pussy and noticed the moisture coating her folds. She may be angry, but she was also aroused.
He leaned forward and drew his tongue slowly through her slit. Her taste filled his mouth, and it took everything in his power not to keep going. Especially when Miya gasped softly and jerked her hips toward his face.
He backed up just before his tongue touched her clit, and she growled softly. As he stood, he chuckled. “I think my sub protests a little too much.”
“Fuck you,” she growled.
“You’re not quite ready for that yet, sub.”
Alex’s lips twitched at the anger clearly on her face. Miya cursed like that when she was scared. She should be, but she should also know he would never truly hurt her. He reached out and cupped her breasts, kneading them with his fingers. Miya bit her lip, trying to keep the moan at bay.
Wow, she was a hot little fighter.
He pinched her nipples, and a squeak escaped her tightly compressed lips. When her nipples were erect and hard, he reached for the black nipple clamps on the table close by. Miya looked at them with wid
e, almost hesitant eyes. She shook her head, silently pleading.
Alex had a moment of doubt but pushed it aside and placed the clamp onto her nipple. “Black to match your boots,” he murmured.
Her face pinched, and she yelped.
“Breathe, Miya,” he whispered for her ears only. “It will pass.”
She drew in a deep, uneven breath. “Damn you.”
He clamped the other one, and this time, she gasped at the bite of pain. Two seconds later, she drew in another shaky breath, then glared at him even harder.
God, she was stunning.
MIYA WANTED TO hit him but couldn’t move. She swore, if he got close enough, she’d bite him. Her nipples burned from the clamps, her body heated from embarrassment and anger, but between her legs she was wet and aching. That made her the angriest of all.
She wasn’t comfortable with being on public display, but deep inside, she liked the looks of approval he gave her. She even liked the lust that turned his amethyst eyes a darker purple. If she could keep looking at him, she could block out the other people’s faces.
Unfortunately, she couldn’t block out the voices. Men all around commented on her body, her boots, her breasts, and her hair. They even commented on how lucky Alex was and how surprised they were that he was dealing with her. Usually, he left the fiery subs to other Doms. That one made her want to cry. Would she go through all this only for him to tell her she wasn’t what he wanted?
She swallowed and tried to tamp down some of her anger, but it was hard. Alex was such an arrogant, high-handed jackass sometimes. Scratch that—most of the time. And it was second nature for her to fight against that. To fight against him. Oh, God. Was he right? Would she really not be able to submit to him?
Tears gathered in her eyes, and she squeezed them shut. When she opened them again, Alex was watching her closely. She would not cry in front of him, because then he’d want to know why, and she just couldn’t say it. She just couldn’t tell him she loved him and was terrified she was going to lose him. Not here. Not in front of all these people.
In that instant, she realized she couldn’t change who she was, even for Alex. He would either love her or not. Accept her or not. She just hoped he accepted.
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