Seduced By My Doms BN

by Jenna Jacob

  “Stop,” I begged as my voice shook in a desperate cry.

  The painful pleasure was too much…too soon after such a colossal release. I tried to squeeze my thighs together, but his broad chest pinned me open and accessible to his every whim. Attempting to scoot back again, James pressed a firm hand to my belly, keeping me fixed to his mouth. Suddenly he lifted from me, his eyes narrowed in a look of warning. Then without a word he slapped his wet fingers over my enflamed pussy.

  “Ah,” I screamed. “What was that for?”

  “I wasn’t done yet.”

  “But I can’t take anymore. It’s too much.”

  “Yes, you can.” He smiled wickedly. “I’ll show you.”

  Holding his palm to my abdomen, James blew across my pussy. I shivered. The cold air left a tingling sensation over my clit and folds as James slid his fingers deep inside me once again. Twisting his wrist, he delved deeper, and as if he possessed some internal road map, he began strumming that magical spot hidden within. Moaning, I rolled my hips while James intently watched my reactions. A beguiling expression played over his face.

  “This time you’ll have to beg me for it. Beg loud and long, sweetheart.”

  “Why?” I groaned, writhing and gasping when his fingers wiggled over the right spot.

  “Because you can’t always have what you want when you want it, little one.”

  “That’s not fair,” I groaned like a petulant child.

  “No. Taking you to the edge and keeping you there isn’t fair. I don’t like playing those kinds of games. But if you don’t follow the rules, that’s exactly what I’ll be forced to do.”

  “Games are for children,” I scoffed. “I’m a woman. A woman who wants to feel you inside her… A woman who doesn’t want to hold back when she needs to come.”

  “I see a lot of patience training in your future.” He smirked.

  “Training?” I issued a humorless laugh as I squirmed on his embedded fingers. “That’s what you do to submissives. I’m not a sub.”

  “So you say,” he replied cryptically. “Beg me for it, Liz, or you won’t come at all.”

  Without another word, James began working my clit with his flat tongue. Up and down, side-to-side, effortlessly rekindling the fire with each exacting stroke. Worried I couldn’t muster a second orgasm, James’ commanding skills had me reevaluating my doubts.

  Holding me with a sharp gaze, he summoned ribbons of ripples and quivering quakes from inside me. Concentrating on my swollen clit, James played my body as if he conducted a concerto. His fingers and tongue were the symphony, my whimpering cries…the song.

  Joining his other hand to my sodden opening, I gasped at the feel of his cold fingers. They quickly warmed as he gathered my slickness, then swirled the moisture around the puckered rim of my ass.

  “Yes,” I whispered. “Please.”

  “Please what?” he murmured against my clit, strumming my g-spot incessantly.

  Nectar spilled from me like a river, as shock waves of delight lashed up my spine. He pressed harder against the gathered rim of my ass, prodding me to say the words out loud. Too self-conscious to ask that he slide his thumb up my backside, I dipped my hips, causing one fingertip to breach my ring.

  “You like that don’t you?” James taunted.

  When I didn’t answer, he stopped teasing my backside. I groaned in frustration. A spark of caution flickered through his eyes before he lifted his mouth from me.

  “You’ll ask for what you want, or get nothing at all.”

  “I can’t…it’s…”

  “Embarrassing?” he challenged with a smirk.

  “Yes.”

  “Baby, my hand is deep inside your tight, hot pussy. My mouth and chin are covered in your silky sweet juices. We’re way past embarrassment. And if you’re still thinking about anything but pleasure, I’m not doing my job here.” James waited several long seconds for me to reply, but I couldn’t force the words from my lips.

  “Tell me,” he wheedled, coaxing me further by flicking his tongue across my clit.

  “My ass,” I gasped. “Put your finger in my ass.”

  “That’s a demand, sweetheart, not a request.”

  “Oh for the love of…” I exhaled on an irritated sigh. “Please. Will you please put your finger in my ass?”

  Saying the crude words made me feel tawdry. But at the same time, asking James to fulfill my desires felt liberating.

  “You’d like to ride my thick, hard cock stuffed deep in your ass, wouldn’t you, baby?”

  Oh god, yes. Keep talking dirty to me, James.

  “Yes,” I hissed as images of his thick shaft stretching and driving into my delicate tissue suffused my mind.

  “Oh, my, my. You kinky little beauty, where have you been all my life?”

  In a dead-end relationship, with a man who… Stop. This wasn’t the time or the place to start ruminating about Ryan—especially not with James’ mouth on my clit and his fingers strumming a decadent rhythm inside my pussy. Slowly he began breaching the gathered rim of my ass as he devoured me in earnest once more.

  “I don’t know,” I answered, mindlessly. At least I think I said the words out loud.

  The rapture James bestowed rivaled any force of nature, but then the things he did to me weren’t natural, at least not on a level that I’d ever experienced. Like a madman possessed, James consumed me while the synapses in my brain misfired, collided and ricocheted in a conflagration of euphoria. His beguiling skills and natural command proved to be an intoxicating combination that both thrilled and frightened me. Helplessly, spiraling higher and faster, I clung to the precipice, keening in need.

  “Beg for it, Liz. Make me believe how desperate you are for that mighty orgasm.”

  “Please. James, please. I can’t hold—”

  “Come,” he roared. “Shatter for me, gorgeous.”

  And I did, even stronger than before. The cries of my release reverberated in my ears as James watched me. The fire of awe burned so brightly in his eyes, it brought tears to my own.

  Easing his finger from my ass, then from my pussy, he kissed the pouting flesh of my mons. He murmured praises in that that deep, sinful voice of his, sending a strange sense of accomplishment to warm my heart. I tried to catch my breath while my tunnel clutched and quivered as powerful aftershocks rippled through me. James eased off the floor and climbed onto the bed, then wrapped me in his arms. I could smell my pungent spice…taste my own tart flavor as he pressed a soft kiss to my lips.

  “Thank you,” I whispered.

  James lightly scoffed. “I should be thanking you. Watching you explode like that was a sight to behold.”

  “Hmmm,” I purred.

  He drew his finger up my stomach and circled my breasts. “You stay here and rest for a minute. I’ll clean you up, and then we’ll head to dinner.”

  “What? No.” Glancing at his leaking cock, swollen and in need, I shook my head. “I want to take care of you. Besides, you’ll never be able to shove all that back inside your jeans.”

  He chuckled and shrugged. “Give me a few minutes and I’ll manage.”

  He didn’t want me to pleasure him. Why? “I don’t understand. You gave me the most powerful orgasms of my life, but you won’t let me do the same for you?”

  “Liz,” James began apologetically. “I ache to use you hard, but if we don’t go now, we’ll never make it to the restaurant. When I finally slide deep inside you, I won’t be able to stop long enough to order a damn pizza.”

  “Who needs food?” I murmured. Cupping his cheek, I silenced his reply with a kiss.

  Desperate to return the pleasure he’d given me, I deepened the kiss and pressed my naked body against his. He made a noise from the back of his throat that sounded like ‘nice try’ before gripping my hair. Tugging me from his mouth, James halted my attempt to sway him.

  “Who’s in charge here?” he asked, his expression hard and stony. Rolling me to my back, he pinned me be
neath him with his strong body.

  “It doesn’t matter who’s in charge,” I argued. “I’ve had my fun, now it’s your turn.”

  “Oh, it definitely matters, sweetheart,” he warned. “But I am curious, exactly what would you do if I let you take control?”

  “I’d suck your cock,” I boldly declared.

  His cock jerked against my belly and the spark that flared in his eyes told me that James wanted that, too. I was probably breaking some stupid Dominant rule, and I knew James wanted to call the shots, but if I was ever going to wrap my tongue around his cock, it was time to turn up the heat.

  “I’d suck it deep inside my mouth. Glide my tongue over every throbbing vein,” I whispered enticingly. “Take you down my throat until you filled my belly with your thick, hot come.”

  A knowing smirk curled one side of his mouth. “You’re going to be a handful.”

  “Is that a yes?” I eagerly asked.

  “No,” he responded firmly.

  I blinked in shock. What the hell? What man in his right mind turned down a blowjob?

  “Why not?” I asked incredulously.

  “Because you’re topping from the bottom, my beautiful brat,” he chuckled.

  “Topping from the bottom? What’s that?”

  “It’s when a submissive decides how and what a Dominant is going to do to her. You’ll follow my rules, my wants, because that’s my job.”

  “So, because I want to give you a blowjob, you’re turning me down based on the fact that you didn’t tell me to? No offense, but that’s like cutting off your nose to spite your face. That’s the most fucked-up logic I’ve ever heard. What’s wrong with two people having hot sex without maneuvering around a bunch of ridiculous rules?”

  “That’s three.” James smirked.

  “Three what? What is it that you’re keeping count of?”

  “Spankings, of course.”

  “What?” I screeched. “You are not going to spank me.”

  “Maybe not yet, but soon. You’ve earned them.”

  “In your dreams,” I said, rolling my eyes.

  James smirked. “I’m not much of a gambler, but I’d say my odds are way higher than fifty-fifty.”

  I scoffed at his confidence. And why did the thought of him spanking me turn me on so much? The way James so effortlessly piqued my kinky desires made me want to scream. Deep down I desperately wanted him to turn me over his knees.

  “I wouldn’t place that bet if I were you. You’ll lose,” I snorted in challenge.

  A knowing smirk curled one side of his mouth. Wedging an arm beneath my back, he drug me to the edge of the bed before flipping me face down over his hap. I let out a yelp as he gripped my waist in a sturdy hold while his steely erection lay pressed against my side.

  “Just what in the hell do you think you’re doing?” I hissed.

  “Exactly what you said I couldn’t,” he lightheartedly replied. “Your safeword is red.”

  Fear twisted in my belly. I’d read about safewords. A sub would say an agreed upon word to the Dom when she was in trouble. The Dominant had to stop whatever he was doing.

  I was in trouble all right, and if there was ever a time for a safeword it was now.

  ”Red,” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  James’ entire body shook with silent laughter.

  Bastard.

  Squirming against his unyielding hold, I tossed a fierce scowl over my shoulder. “I don’t know what you think is so goddamn funny, but you’d better let me up this instant.”

  “Using your safeword before a scene has even started is like calling 9-1-1 to report a fire when there’s no smoke. You only use a safeword when you’re in extreme distress—which you aren’t. At least not yet.”

  “I am in distress,” I argued.

  “No you’re not,” he chuckled.

  “How do you know?” I snapped.

  James gripped a fist in my hair. Tugging my head back slowly, he bent in close to my ear. “Because your pussy is spilling all over my thigh, sweetheart.”

  Thanks to my traitorous body, James knew the truth. His lips quivered as he fought back a grin, which infuriated me even more. My eyes grew wide as he raised his broad hand in the air. A grin spread over his lips as he landed his palm hard across my butt cheeks.

  “Oh, you did not just do that. Are you out of your fucking mind?”

  He spanked me again. “Language, gorgeous,” he taunted.

  A loud screech, rife with indignation, tore from my throat. I tried to ignore the decadent heat seeping through my flesh and filling my veins with heart-fluttering excitement. Internally warring between arousal and outrage, I didn’t want his humiliating actions to turn me on. But they did.

  “Stop swearing, Liz. I don’t like it.”

  “I don’t like you paddling my ass either.” Liar. “Let go of me. I used my safeword.”

  “And I already explained that’s not the way a safeword works. You have your facts wrong, sweetheart.”

  “I do not,” I huffed. “You’re supposed to stop. It’s the rules.”

  “The code,” James patiently correct.

  “Code. Rules. Whatever crap you want to call it. Let me up, you son of a bitch.”

  The sweet burn had started to wane. I didn’t understand why I craved more corporal indulgence. Maybe if I baited him enough, James would spank me again.

  “Calling me names is only going to get you into trouble,” he warned. Digging his fingernails into my tingling flesh, he dragged them over my ass.

  An unladylike growl rumbled from deep in my chest.

  “How many more do you want, Liz?” James whispered in an enticing drawl. Relaxing his fist, he massaged his fingertips over my scalp, sending shivers to ripple through me.

  Lolling my head toward the floor, I stared at the taut muscles of his calf, unsure how, or if, I could answer his question. There was no doubt I wanted more—a lot more. But longing for something so demeaning had to mean I was fucked-up mentally, didn’t it?

  When I failed to answer, James bent and picked something up off the floor. Stiffening, I feared he’d start to wield some nefarious, pain-inducing implement. Swinging my arm in a wide arc, I covered a hand over my naked ass.

  “James. Don’t,” I begged, in a tone filled with fear.

  “Easy, sweetheart. I know you’re struggling to sort everything out in your head. I promise I’m not going to hurt you. Relax for me. All I want to do is introduce you to a few different sensations. Will you give me a little wedge of trust?”

  “I—I’ll try.”

  “Good girl,” he praised. His voice teemed with pride, and it slightly bolstered my courage. “You enjoyed the spankings, though I doubt you’ll admit that. Pride is a huge button for you. I don’t want to damage that, just try not to be afraid of what I’m doing to you, Liz. If you honestly don’t like any of this, we won’t venture down this path. I just want you to be sure before you make a final decision.”

  Emphasizing his words, James loosed his hold around my waist.

  “If you want to stand, I won’t stop you,” James offered. “But if you can put your fears aside for me, I’d like to introduce you to something else and pamper you a bit longer.”

  The buttery cadence in his voice, coupled with his persuading words, filled me with warmth, trust, and reassurance. Physical pain didn’t scare me. It was emotional misery I feared. I’d lived with enough mental anguish to last two lifetimes. Still, I couldn’t deny a part of me trusted James; trusted him with my heart, mind, body, and soul. That in itself was frightening—I barely knew the man.

  ‘I’m not going to hurt you.’ With a huge leap of faith that he’d keep his word, I lowered the hand protecting my ass. Gripping my fist around his calf, the coarse hair on his leg tickled my palm. James gently skimmed his hand over my buns. I swallowed tightly, stunningly aware of that I was touching him and James was touching me on something more than a physical connect
ion. It felt spiritual; like something greater was passing between us; an overwhelming unknown we’d only started to tap into.

  Something soft and fuzzy skimmed across my ass. I jerked but remained in place.

  “I’ve got you. You’re perfectly fine. It’s only rabbit fur.”

  James brushed the silky, fluffy fur in wide wispy, circles. It felt wonderfully relaxing, round and round over the cheeks of my ass. I closed my eyes and absorbed the lushness, feeling the tension within begin to uncoil.

  “It’s not always about pain,” he comforted. “Sometimes it’s simply about heightening the pleasure.”

  James glided two fingers into my pussy. Caressing me inside and out, he stroked a thumb over my clit, teasing and toying as if he sought to charm a third orgasm. Skeptically, I didn’t think it possible, but in my liquid, passive state, I didn’t care if he wanted to try. A slow rolling heat swelled in my belly, totally different from the blast of scorching demand, like before. Floating in the tranquil fire, I suspected James might very well make me come again.

  “It pulls the stress from inside you like a magnet, doesn’t it?”

  “Mmm,” I murmured as my fears subsided and an enticing current rose like a full moon tide.

  “This is called a vampire glove. Much like its namesake, it can lure you into a false sense of security. And when you’re floating on the edges of bliss, it brings out its teeth and bites ever so sweetly.”

  My mind felt like syrup: thick and slow. I tried to string his words together, but I couldn’t seem to make them align correctly. James briefly lifted the fur before lowering it once more to my flesh. Instantly, understanding what he’d meant by ‘bite’ of the vampire glove, thousands of tiny needles scraped my flesh. Tensing, I sucked in a gasp.

  “Shhh,” he calmed. “Drink in the sensations, baby. That’s all I want you to do.”