by KyAnn Waters
“You don’t want me. This isn’t you, Jase.”
“Miranda, you have the right to remain silent—”
She jerked on her restraints. “You’re reading me my rights.”
He squatted in front of her. She swallowed at the sight of his toned abdominals, muscular arms and heavy thighs. Dark hair dusted his pectorals and feathered into a thin ribbon of hair. Her gaze followed the trail to the waistband of his black denim jeans. She’d stared at the bulge of his cock often enough to know that at the moment, he was thick, erect and pressing into the zippered fly. He was aroused. Not that she questioned her appeal. When they walked the Strip or went out to the lake, she knew wearing shorts and wedge sandals would give him an erection, but this wasn’t the way he usually saw her. Jase had a hard-on and he’d just discovered her bound and waiting to please her master.
He reached behind his back and pulled a pair of heavy metal cuffs from his pocket.
Her tongue felt thick, yet her body hummed. Danger glinted in his dark gray eyes and something more. Perhaps he did understand. Clicks from the handcuffs sent a shiver down her spine. The room was warm and getting hotter.
“Am I under arrest?”
“You’re under my control. You have the right to remain silent—however if you speak, you will be punished.” She sucked in a breath. He continued to turn the cuff bracelet in on itself. “You have the right to wear bracelets.” He dropped the cuffs to the floor in front of her. “But only mine.” Shifting his weight, he leaned forward, combed her hair from her face and tucked the loose strands behind her ear. His touch was gentle yet his arousing words were firm.
“I don’t know what has happened to you here in the past and it doesn’t matter. I have the right to control you, but baby, you have the right not to be abused. From now on, only I have the right to restrain you. Only I will punish you, but I promise, you’ll hurt so good.” He trailed fingers along her face, her jaw, then pausing on the marks on her neck. “He went too far.”
“I know,” she barely breathed the words.
“And I know you want to please,” he said softly. “You will, but only in a manner that brings you equal or greater pleasure.” He grazed her lower lip with his thumb.
“Jase—”
“Shhh.” He shook his head. “Don’t. New rules, my rules. If you must, think of me as Detective, and these are my laws.” He cocked his head to the side and gave her a mischievous smile. “Or—and only when I allow you to speak—you may call me Sir.”
“A question first?” She bowed her head submissively, hoping he truly meant his words. However, she’d known him too long and this wasn’t his scene. “You aren’t a Dom.”
He lifted her chin. “Are you sure?”
His callused fingers sent heat into her pussy and into her breasts. Nipples tightened. She’d secretly wanted him for so long. He was strong and virile. A gentle bad boy. She didn’t want the extreme kink she’d experienced the other night, the near-forced asphyxiation. The only time she’d had to use a safe word. She wasn’t into edgeplay but she didn’t want gentle either. “I worry that you can’t give me what I want and stay true to yourself. I don’t know why I need to submit, but I do.”
“Miranda, we both have a lot to learn about each other—beginning tonight.” He stood. “Discussion is over.” He walked around her. Each step sent a flash of heat through her body. Her nipples were painfully tight and her thighs were slippery with cream.
She was dizzy with erotic desire. Her body hummed in anticipation. Then she felt his breath, a whisper of warmth on her lower back.
“You’re too sweet, Miranda.” Hot, wet flicks of his tongue tickled her flesh where the crack of her ass met her lower back. “Too sweet to share.” He traced the seam between her cheeks with his tongue. Muscles in her tummy tightened as her pussy clenched.
She arched, silently pleading for him to ease the ache in her core.
“Do you understand?”
Should she speak? How much of her did he want? Would they have more than a night here in the club? What would happen when they went home?
“Jase,” she whispered.
Smack. The sting bit into her buttocks. He’d landed a firm, controlling blow with an open palm to her left cheek. Warmth bloomed beneath her skin and radiated out. Damn, she wanted another. But not from outward disobedience. For speaking aloud she deserved punishment. But because she relished the biting warmth, she wanted her spankings as a reward. Showing she now understood she could no longer speak without permission, she nodded.
“Good girl. Your ass has the prettiest glow.” He smacked her again, and then again. Several open-palm slaps heated her flesh and made her entire core tremble. The impact sent a wave of bliss over her. She clamped her bottom lip between her teeth and braced for another spank from his determined hand.
Smack.
Miranda could no more stop the rush of cream slicking her folds as the keening cry of pleasure bursting from her throat. Tremors rolled through her pussy. Heat intensified where his hand reddened her right cheek. Numbness dulled the sting but not the euphoric high. She sank deeper into the moment, fading into the sweet abyss.
Jase laved her burning skin then cooled her by gently blowing where he’d left her damp with his tongue. She whimpered, lifted her ass and leaned back into his mouth. He inched closer to where she desperately needed his tongue. Her secret desire had his hands on her thighs and rained moist kisses over her flaming ass.
“How far do you take a scene, Miranda? Do you offer your body in exchange for punishment?” His voice deepened. “Do you fuck for pain?”
Huh? She couldn’t think as he sliced through her folds with the blade of his tongue. A shudder robbed her of breath. He burrowed between her legs, spread her pussy lips and sucked her clit. His tongue slathered her hole, tunneling inside to draw out her essence.
Ravenous in his ministrations, Jase sucked hard on her clit and licked her hot folds with tortuous swipes of his moist tongue. He fucked her with his mouth, twisting and winding his way into her passage. She whimpered and strained toward release. But she needed more than the intensity from pain to bring her to the heights of pleasure.
Tight knots in the rope dug into her skin, the friction rubbing her raw. Muscles in her arms burned from the position. However, as painful and tight as the ropes were, she ached for more. She ached for Jase.
“Miranda, stop.”
The curt demand brought her out of the fog of lust. She stilled, her muscles going lax. Melting from the heat of his mouth and the rope, and shivering from the demands of his words.
His touch was gentle as he caressed her wrists. “If you buck against your restraints, I’m going to take them away.”
She sucked in sharply and shook her head. Then she took a deep breath and relaxed on the exhale.
“Good girl.” He kissed her shoulder—a gentle press and flutter of lips to her skin. “I won’t mark you,” he whispered. “I can control your pleasure with words and with touch. Discipline, Miranda. Both with your needs and your responses.”
She nodded. Sexual tension built between them. Controlling her eagerness for all of him, all at once clashed with his struggle to maintain domination. For his own pleasure, Jase was drawing out hers.
“Perfect.”
Miranda closed her eyes and rested her forehead on her knees. Her entire being knotted with tension. Nerves were like live wires. Every touch, every kiss sparked a fiery intensity in her pussy. His hold on her was controlled, yet rough and aggressive.
The rope around her ankles loosened. Why was he freeing her? No, her mind screamed. Too many times she’d dreamed of revealing her desires to Jase. Never trusting in herself or in him. What if he thought there was something wrong with her? Jase couldn’t possibly understand, and she hadn’t been brave enough to tell him. So she’d let him believe she wasn’t interested. Not interested? She gave a mental snort. Aching with fierce longing left her emotionally crippled. And then she’d found Club Creed.<
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And now he was here.
He’d found her. Demanded her submission, and was claiming her for himself. Or was he?
“Sit up, Miranda.” He grasped her by the shoulders and pulled her to kneeling. Her back crushed against his torso. Crisp chest hair tempted her to rub against him. Hard muscles promised pleasure and his wild mouth breathed a kiss against her neck. His arm came around her front and pinned her across the clavicle. “I can’t fuck you if your legs are bound together.”
Flutters swarmed her tummy and her legs liquefied.
“I can feel you trembling,” he whispered against her ear. “Are you scared?”
No, not of Jase. Only of how tonight would change them.
“Do you know how many nights I’ve dreamed of you? Of being inside you. Just like this.” His fingers drifted lower, over the swell of her breasts. She gasped as he rasped a thumb over her nipple. Chills shivered over her arms. She leaned into his warmth, letting her head rest against his shoulder.
He adjusted behind her, on his knees, with her legs sandwiched between his. He rolled his hips. The hard ridge of his cock rocked into her bound hands. Wiggling her fingers, she rubbed him through his jeans.
He pinched her nipple harder. She writhed and moaned. Harder still. His hands were so strong. Heat flashed from tip to clit.
“I don’t require words to know how you need to be touched. Feel how your body responds.” His fingers trailed lower, over the plane of her stomach. Her muscles quivered as he brushed his knuckles against the skin of her pelvis.
Her eyes slid closed and she reveled in the intoxicating anticipation. She was wet and aching and…
Ah yes. She nearly wept as his finger brushed against her damp curls. She sagged in his arms. Jase held her tighter. His teeth grazed her shoulder as his finger slipped between her drenched folds.
Swirling his finger in exploration, he traced her seam, circled her opening and then screwed his finger deep into her hot, wet passage.
“Oh Jase.” Her fingers clawed at his stomach. “Please,” she begged.
Jase clamped a hand over her mouth. “Shhh.” Adding a second finger, he fucked her with his hand. His thumb worked her clit and his fingers drilled into her cunt. In and out. Hard slams stole her breath and caused a riot of sensations deep in her core. “Do you need pain to come?”
She shook her head. A simple orgasm wasn’t enough. The euphoric rush—subspace—was like a drug. But it wasn’t just the potency of pain with pleasure, but also the power of her master. She thrived on the intensity. But she’d never felt like this. With Jase, she reached for a place she’d never been before. Poking her tongue between her lips, she licked his palm.
A chuckle rolled from his chest. “Like a kitten,” he said. “Now I want to hear you purr.”
She was purring now. Her body hummed, electric in his arms. He pulled his fingers from her cunt and she whimpered with the loss.
Jase shifted, wrapped one arm under her thighs and one behind her back and lifted. Three long strides and he had her prone on the bed. The rasp of his zipper sent her heart racing.
“May I speak, Sir?” She shifted, turning onto her side and wriggling up until she sat on the bed where she could see him.
Bent over, he pulled off his ankle-high black boot. Jase straightened and a slow smile turned his lips. He peeled his jeans over his hips and down his thighs. “Are you sure I want to hear what you have to say?” He stepped out of the jeans. His gray boxer briefs hugged his hips. “I have other activities in mind for your mouth.”
Miranda swallowed. Defined within the tight cotton, his cock was long, thick and solid. Tingles in her pussy traveled into her breasts. Fire spread through her limbs. She didn’t want to ruin the moment. Jase was here, with her. Perhaps she should just let the night play out as he wanted. He was giving her all she needed. So should she speak? Yes, because none of this mattered if he thought the worst of her.
“I’m not a slut.” Unwilling to see rejection, she shifted her gaze. “I’m not a pain slut. I just need the pain.” But now she wasn’t as sure. She just knew she needed him to accept her—to understand her.
“Whatever you were or have done before me doesn’t matter.”
“It does to me. I usually play SSC.” She’d been in the lifestyle long enough to understand that any scene she entered would be safe, sane and consensual. A lump formed in her throat. She’d thought she had been ready for the next level. Something inside still ached and she’d tried to soothe the need.
Blood pounded in her temples. The fear she’d felt when the master had applied pressure to her throat. The encroaching blackness. Her pulse raced and panic welled within her. Miranda drew in a deep breath and willed her body to relax, to remember she was there with Jase.
Clothing rustled. “Miranda, look at me.”
She did. Jase focused on her. He was strong, intelligent…and he was there for her. He stood next to the bed, naked and gloriously aroused. Reaching toward his navel and jutting from a nest of dark hair, his cock bobbed. The crown was round and smooth. The color darkened and pearly fluids seeped from the slit. Ropey veins pulsed and flushed with blood. She licked her lips and lifted her gaze to his.
“Not here. Not tonight. I don’t want you to think about anything—or anyone—but me and you. We’re all that matters.”
Tears blurred her vision. He was as undone as she was. “Yes, Sir. Not here. Not tonight.”
“Spread your legs.”
Miranda scooted on the edge of the bed, dropped her legs over the side and widened her thighs. Jase stepped between them. He touched her pussy, traced the slit and slowly slid his middle finger into her hole. Her passage milked his finger, gripping as he pumped in and out.
“This is mine.” He removed his fingers and straightened. “And this is yours.” His cock thrust toward her face.
Miranda licked her bottom lip. The musky male scent made her mouth water and her tongue thicken. Dark hair surrounded the base and his heavy balls tightened under her stare.
“Open your mouth.”
A rush of hot cream slipped from her pussy. Her heart pounded and a quiver started deep in her core. With her arms behind her back, she balanced, inched forward and opened her mouth.
Jase placed his hand on her head and stilled her movement. “Slow. I want to feel every breath from your hot mouth.” He grasped his thick, pulsing stalk at the root and painted her lips with the glistening fluids. Her tongue slipped past her lips, tasting his flavor, then curled around his cock head.
Jase grunted and squeezed his dick hard. More of his essence leaked from the slit. She pressed her tongue against the hole. Opening wide, she swallowed the knob and took him deep into her mouth. A low moan rolled from her throat as Jase grasped the sides of her head at the ears and gently thrust more of his shaft between her lips.
He was so big, hard and velvety smooth. The corona bumped the back of her throat and her teeth grazed the length.
“Fuck, yes,” he hissed. “Use your teeth.” He reared back, and she scored the length of his shaft with her teeth. She sucked, licked and swirled her tongue along his cock. Thick veins running along the underside throbbed. She rolled her lips over her teeth and increased the pressure as he pushed back into her mouth.
She whimpered and moaned as she bobbed on his shaft. His hands tightened into fists in her hair until her scalp tingled. Thrusts became frenzied. Relaxing her throat and jaw, she relished the feel of more of his cock, silk over steel, filling her mouth. His shaft was wet from her tongue. He tasted too good, felt too good in her mouth. Her pussy creamed and her clit ached.
Jase roared. “Don’t make me come.” He yanked her hair and jerked his dick from between her lips. She gasped for breath. His darkened eyes narrowed, glinting with barely banked passion. His jaw ticked and his mouth formed an unyielding line. He was strung tight. Muscles bunched. His cock, shiny with her spit, swelled. After a few slow breaths, he released the tight hold he had around the root. His gaze d
ropped to hers. “As much as I love the warmth of your mouth, I’m going to come in the heat of your pussy.”
She gnawed her lower lip and nodded. Yes, she wanted that, too.
Jase retrieved a condom from the pocket of his jeans, tore it open, stretched the tip over his cock head and rolled the latex down his shaft. He squeezed his balls with his left hand and stroked the shaft with his right. “Every time you come, I’m going to smack your ass no fewer than five times.”
Lust, unlike she’d ever felt before, unfurled in her chest.
“Turn over.”
She did. Jase crawled onto the bed, straddled her legs and grasped her by the hips. “This isn’t the time to be quiet.” He lifted her so her face plowed into the bed and her ass hiked high in the air. Her arms were still bound behind her back. He palmed her hip then caressed her rounded cheeks. “My sweet Miranda, you like it rough.” He tightened his hold and she whimpered.
She moaned a yes. More of her fluid trickled onto her thigh. She couldn’t get any wetter. She felt as if she’d been waiting just for him…only him.
Jase’s finger prodded her opening, stretching her. “I won’t be gentle.”
She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. Strung so tight, she was on the brink of a white-hot release from his dark, dangerous words.
“Have you been given safe words in the past?”
She nodded, her face pressed into the bedspread. She never wanted to have to use a safe word again. They were common, especially in encounters where she didn’t know her partner well. Preplay negotiations, sharing of interests, fantasies and any concern a partner might have, were part of Club Creed. She didn’t participate in group encounters. Strictly one on one. Because of her feelings for Jase, she’d preferred men who wouldn’t expect an association outside of the club. She hadn’t lied when she’d told him he was the only man in her life—the only man that mattered.
“You won’t need a safe word with me.” He nudged her folds with his cock. She gulped for breath. The broad head stretched her opening. He inched a fraction deeper. He was hot, hard and felt so good. She widened her thighs and he pressed forward. Her vaginal walls clung to his penetrating shaft. “You’ll always be safe with me.” He slammed the full length of his cock into her channel.
