Seduced By My Doms BN

by Jenna Jacob

  James skidded the sharp points over my skin. I expected my pain receptors to kick in, but James wielded the prickling spikes gently, giving off a sensation similar to sandpaper. The stark contrast of fur morphing into fangs ignited my nerve endings in a peculiar and arousing way. Need quickened with the unique sensation and my pussy clutched around James’ fingers.

  “You respond so naturally, Liz…so damn perfectly,” he murmured as I writhed against his fingers. “I sensed submission was hiding inside you, but I never imagined anything like this.”

  I wanted to refute his claim, but couldn’t. Submitting—being bound to mercy—was nothing like I’d expected. The Dominance James revealed wasn’t comprised of whips, chains, or rope, but he’d bound me to him nonetheless. Bound me with my own free will.

  Suddenly, everything I’d read about the power exchange became crystal clear. While I was hesitant to label myself a submissive, I couldn’t discount the heady and thrilling sensations James stirred inside me.

  Firmly pressing the sharp points into my flesh, I stopped writhing on his hand. Frozen across his lap, I feared James would draw blood with the barbs. A thin whimper of anxiety bubbled from the back of my throat, and his stony cock, nestled against my side, twitched.

  Delving his fingers deep inside me, James toyed with my g-spot. I longed to writhe against his skillful hand, but I stayed statue-still in fear I’d accidently impale myself on the vampire’s wicked teeth.

  “Your trust is precious to me, Liz. More than precious, it’s priceless.” Closing my eyes, I savored the deep rumble of his voice. “I’ll never give you cause to take it back. I’ll never hurt you, baby. I promise.”

  ‘I promise.’ His vow warmed my heart. No one had ever made such a bold and absolute pledge to me before. Falling deeper under his spell, it dawned on me that I’d already given James the power to hurt me—both physically and emotionally—and a sliver of fear raced up my spine. I had to hope he would keep his word.

  “That means more to me than you’ll ever know,” I replied.

  Long seconds passed before he lifted the spikes from my skin. Expecting to feel the soft fur once again, I jolted when he laid his warm hand over my ass and began massaging my flesh.

  “Mmm, “I moaned.

  Relaxing once again, I fell limp against his legs until he brushed his thumb over my clit. Arching my ass upward, I greedily welcomed the pulses of pleasure he ignited.

  “How do you feel, sweetheart?”

  “Hot,” I softly moaned.

  James issued an agreeable scoff. “Yes, you’re hot and slick, and I can’t resist you any longer.”

  Lifting me, he twisted, then rolled me back onto the bed. Pinning me with a hungry stare, James blindly pulled the drawer of the nightstand open and retrieved a condom. I watched as he bit the foil wrapper between his teeth before smoothing the latex over his angry cock.

  Settling over me once again, his untamed expression left me feeling raw and ravenous. James didn’t simply mean to fuck me, he meant to devour me…own me, and I desperately wanted that, too.

  Roughly driving his knees between my legs, he spread me wide, then crushed his lips to mine. Aligning the crest of his cock against my opening, he ate at my mouth as he slowly began inching inside my pussy. Stretching me, filling me with a delightful burn while he swallowed my kitten-like whimpers. Growling in bliss of his own, he finally seated fully inside me. Arching into him, my pussy clutched and softened, working to accommodate his ample shaft while my fingernails grazed over the hard ridges and planes of his back.

  Speared inside me, James held still as he stared into my eyes. I could almost feel him drawing in pieces of my soul to mesh with his own. When I tensed at the absurdity of merging to such depths with a man I barely knew, James leveled me with a quizzical gaze.

  “Am I hurting you?” he asked, his brows slashing in concern.

  “No,” I replied, shoving down the overwhelming emotions he stirred in me.

  “Then what’s wrong? I’m not too small, am I?” he asked with a teasing smirk.

  Caught off guard by his question, I laughed. “Hardly. If you were any bigger you’d have to find a different woman.”

  As the words rolled off my tongue, a rush of irrational jealousy skittered through me. The thought of him buried so intimately inside anyone but me, chafed, even though it had no right to.

  “I don’t want a different woman, Liz. I want you,” James murmured as he bent and lightly brushed his lips over mine. “Only you.”

  Delving his tongue into my mouth, he began to rock his hips, drawing his cock in and out of my pussy. With slow and maddening rhythm, James drew out my demand. Cupping my palm to his nape, I held him against my lips as I thrust against him faster. James smiled against my mouth before reaching behind his neck and pulling my hand away. Gathering both my wrists, he pinned my arms high above my head. I didn’t fight him. I didn’t want to. I only wanted to surrender. Skimming his mouth lower, James kissed and nipped my flesh in a trail toward my breasts.

  “Mine,” he growled before biting a tight nipple between his teeth.

  I gasped, as the fiery burn spread like the wings of an eagle taking flight. Fighting to break free of his brutal hold on my wrists, James held firm, then laved his tongue over my screaming nub and dissolving the pain. A low purr rolled from my throat as he thrust in and out of my gripping core, then bit down on my other nipple. Ruthlessly the fiery pain charged through me only to be licked away with his skillful tongue.

  Dragging the crest of his cock, back and forth over my g-spot as he squeezed through my narrow passage, my whimpers and cries meshed with his guttural grunts of pleasure. Sweat soaked flesh slapped and filled the air in a symphony of lust.

  Rising up, he gazed at my face before trailing his attention up my arms and settled a stare on my hands bound beneath his. A sexy, wicked smile played over his mouth as James skimmed a hungry stare down my body to where we were joined. Driving into me with sharp, exacting thrusts, his expression hardened in a feral and animalistic way.

  “Look at you,” he whispered in awe. “All spread out, your pretty cheeks flushed…panting helplessly beneath me. You’re so damn beautiful.”

  Pulling at my heartstrings, he thrust deeper still. James made me feel more than alive; he made me feel adored. And I willingly turned every fiber in my being over to his intimate invasion. Rocking my hips into him, I met James’ increasing tempo, greedily drowning in every sensation he delivered through me. Gripping both my wrists in one big hand, James snaked his other between our driving bodies. Deftly stroking my clit, pressure mounted on top of itself. Higher and higher he pushed me. Sweating, panting, and writhing, I clawed within to hold back the tempting free-fall into oblivion.

  “Tell me,” James whispered. “Beg me for it, Liz. I need to hear you whimper and plead.”

  “James…” I wailed, panting and tossing my head back and forth. “Please, James.”

  “Please what?” he growled.

  “Let me come. Oh god, I need…”

  My desperation was beyond need. I was frantic to come. My pussy gripped James’ pounding cock and my limbs began to tingle. The familiar hum of release vibrated in my ears as my cunt gripped him tight.

  “Shatter around my cock, baby. Fuck, I need to feel you. Come for me, Liz. Come hard,” James roared.

  Bucking wildly, I arched my hips off the bed. My muscles tensed as my pussy clamped around his cock, seizing him inside me. James savagely pressed past my contracting core as I screamed his name and shattered like fine bone china.

  My rippling tunnel milked and clutched at him in uncontrollable spasms. James let out a thunderous cry as he erupted into the thin barrier of latex.

  Rippling aftershocks quaked through us both, and James let out a low, satisfied groan while his cock twitched inside my quivering cunt. Releasing my wrists, he wrapped his arms around me and rolled me onto my side, still coupled around him. Laying face-to-face, James smiled and drew me in tight agains
t his damp chest. Spent and boneless, I closed my eyes, branding his virile scent to my soul.

  Long minutes passed before our ragged breathing evened out. Nestled in his warm embrace, I could have stayed there forever, and when James gently eased from inside me and climbed from the bed, I groaned. Hugging my arms around me, I tried to cling to his ghost as I shivered, protesting at the absence of his body heat.

  “Here, baby,” he whispered as he tucked the covers around me. “Stay warm. I’ll be right back.”

  Without a word, I nodded, then pulled the layers of material tight around me. Warm and toasty, I didn’t even open my eyes as James began to peel the covers away. Clutching the sheet, I refused to let go. I was fine wrapped up in my cocoon; besides, all I wanted was to drift off to sleep for a few minutes. James chuckled, then lifted me off the bed, sheet and all. Startled by the sudden movement, my eyes flew open wide.

  “What are you doing? Where are you taking me?”

  “Well, I’m not planning to drop you in the front yard, naked, like a garden gnome. I drew us a bath.”

  “Mmm,” I purred as I burrowed my face against his hard chest. “Do you always spoil women this way?”

  “Sweetheart,” he replied in a deep drawl. “I haven’t begun to spoil you yet.”

  Peeking up at him beneath my dark lashes, I spied a twinkle in his eyes that told me he meant it.

  “Then… spoil away.”

  “I fully intend to.”

  Peeling off the sheet, James helped me into the spacious spa tub. Easing into the hot, swirling water, I sighed.

  “Oh, my god,” I moaned. The bubbling warmth surrounded me and seeped deep into my bones. “If I had a tub like this, I’d never leave the house.”

  James just smiled as he reached behind me to lift my hair out of the tub. “Hang on, I’ll be right back.”

  Dashing out of the bathroom, he returned with a large hair clip in his hand. Motioning for me to lean up, I obeyed. As he gathered my hair and secured the plastic prongs, that same twinge of jealousy returned. How many other women had worn the clip? More importantly, how many of them had worn it more than once? Was James the male counterpart to my mother, Sally? The thought of never having the chance to make love to him again left me feeling hollow and empty.

  For a woman who doesn’t want to be like her mother, you sure rush to judgment awful fast.

  Reaching up to touch the clip I decided there was no time like the present. Though I didn’t want to, I prepared myself for the worst. “You’ve asked, but I haven’t. Are you involved with anyone, James?”

  He didn’t answer until he stepped into the tub and eased in beside me. Studying me for a long silent moment, he shook his head. “No. You told me there’s no one waiting at home, which I saw for myself today. Though I have to say I can’t believe men aren’t lined up outside your door, as beautiful as you are. How long have you been single?”

  ‘Honesty is very important to me. In fact it’s a deal breaker if someone lies to me.’

  James’ words on the elevator echoed in my mind. I somehow had to find the courage to tell him about Ryan. The fact that I’d spent years settling for a part-time relationship made me look weak and pathetic. Not to mention how James would take the news that Ryan had no clue yet that I’d moved on with my life—or was at least attempting to.

  I opened my mouth then closed it, only to open it again. “It’s… No. I mean it was a very complicated relationship.”

  Leisurely, James lathered his hands with soap and cocked a curious brow as he maneuvered me in the buoyant water. Facing the gray and white travertine I was relieved that I wouldn’t be forced to see his expression when I explained my on-again/off-again relationship with Ryan, James began to massage his slick palms over my shoulders.

  “Tell me about him,” he quietly, leaning in close to my ear.

  James listened without comment as he gently strummed his fingers over my body. After I’d revealed every paltry detail, he leaned in and brushed a kiss to my neck.

  “First, thank you for sharing that with me. Though I don’t know you well, I think I’m a pretty good judge of character. You don’t strike me as the type of woman who would idly sit by and let a man treat you so poorly.”

  Being honest with James had forced me to be honest with myself. And though the swirling water in the tub still steamed, a cold chill seemed to permeate my bones.

  I lowered my head as the confession softly spilled off my tongue. “I was afraid of being alone.”

  Pulling me to face him, James cupped my chin, forcing my gaze. “But he left you alone, numerous times.”

  “True.” I nodded weakly. “But I knew he’d always come back.”

  “Because you let him?”

  “Yes.”

  Admitting my weakness, a chunk of humiliation slid through my like a polar ice shelf. I’d never put voice to the scared little girl inside me, not even with Dayne. Perplexed and confused, I had no idea why I’d shucked off my layers of protection with a stranger. Wasn’t it enough that I’d shed my clothes and let him see me naked; shown him all the imperfections of my body? What the hell had possessed me to slice open my soul and let him inspect that as well?

  “Tell me what happens when he comes back again? Because we both know he will come back.”

  I shook my head. “I’m not convinced he’ll ever come back. Not after all this time. But if he does, it won’t matter, it’s over.”

  “And you’re prepared to tell him that?”

  “Yes,” I replied with conviction.

  “So, you’re not afraid of being alone anymore?”

  “I haven’t quite conquered that yet, but I’m finding out that I’m not such horrible company after all.”

  James smiled. “No. You’re not. You’re quite impressive company, little one.”

  His stomach rumbled and I chuckled. “We missed dinner with your friends.”

  “Ah, they’ll get over it,” James replied with a cocky grin. “I’d rather stay here with you and order something in.” Brushing his thumb against my bottom lip, his dark eyes glistened. “I want to learn more about you, Liz. Discover all your secrets, dreams, and desires.”

  A tremor of arousal skittered through me. “I’d like to know yours, too.”

  James rinsed the suds from my body, then handed me the soap. I took my time bathing his rugged body. Running my slippery hands over his back and chest, it almost felt as if I were drawing in his power and strength. Sliding my palm over his rigid cock, I wrapped my long fingers around him, gently stroking his throbbing length. His stomach rumbled loudly once more, and I burst out laughing.

  “My body needs fuel. I have a big night planned for you,” James stated with a wicked smile.

  “Oh, you do? Like what?”

  “Like it’s a surprise. Come on. Let me dry you off, then I’ll order a pizza. How’s that sound?”

  “It sounds wonderful. I’m starving. But I still want to know what you plan to do to me.”

  “It will be a pleasant surprise, unless of course you keep asking, then…” he warned with an arch of his brows.

  Flashing him a cheeky grin, I quickly bit my lips together. Out of the tub, James reverently dried every inch of my skin. Kneeling, he lifted one foot then the other, dragging the towel between each of my toes. Watching in awe, I reached down and threaded my fingers through his damp hair, amazed that he made so effortlessly made me feel like a princess; a very pampered princess.

  “Go ahead and put your clothes back on,” James instructed, dragging a dry towel over his back. “After dinner, and conversation, if it’s not too late, I’d like for us to drop by the club.”

  Remembering how James had alleviated my fears about Genesis in the car, I gathered that same reassurance around me as I dressed. He wouldn’t hurt me, and he certainly wouldn’t let anyone else—two facts I took tremendous comfort in.

  Leaning against the kitchen counter, James ordered the pizza while I grabbed a couple beers out of the refri
gerator. Moving to his man-cave family room, we snuggled together on the couch where we relaxed and started delving into each other’s childhoods. I opted to let him go first, not wanting to spoil his appetite with my loathsome past.

  I smiled as James told me how he’d grown up with a slew of brothers and sisters on a farm in central Iowa. All his brothers and sisters were married with families of their own—he was an uncle twelve times over—yet his siblings had all settled near his parents’ farm. James told me that he’d always been interested in law enforcement, but wanted more excitement than the rural community he’d grown up in could offer. So, he packed his bags, kissed his family goodbye, moved to Chicago, and enrolled in the Police Academy.

  He told me the story about Joshua’s crazy ex-sub—who almost killed Mellie—and how James had skirted the rules that ultimately led to him being ‘asked’ to resign from the force.

  “I’ve always been a bit of a rebel when it comes to rules.” He shrugged. Though James seemed amiable about being forced to give up his dream, I wasn’t sure I’d be as accepting if I had to give up nursing.

  “Besides, Ian offered me a job,” James continued. “One that doesn’t force me to follow a chain of command. About the only thing I miss from the force is working with a partner. There was a certain comfort in knowing that someone always had my back. Granted, the private security business is a hell of a lot less dangerous, but I’m actually much happier now.”

  “So you don’t like to follow rules, huh?” I grinned.

  “Only the rules of the lifestyle. Those are non-negotiable.”

  “But I thought negotiating was a good thing.”

  “It definitely is.” He nodded, then took a swig of beer. “I’d be derelict in my duty as a Dom if my submissive didn’t know what I expect of her.”

  “What exactly do you expect?”

  “Honor, honesty, communication, and respect. That’s the foundation; the rest builds over time.”

  “So do Doms have rules to follow, like subs?”

  James softly laughed. “Yes, we do. It’s called the Dominant Code of Conduct.”