by Cathryn Cade
Naked, hands cuffed together before her, his words, or maybe his threat, still reverberating in her ears, Carlie walked to her dom. He’d expect her to have her hands cuffed behind her back later? Did that mean he saw a later for them? Her mind full, she accepted his supporting hand as she knelt before him, the small scatter rug soft beneath her knees. She gazed up at him, eyes wide. From down here, he looked even bigger, more dominating.
“Hands clasped, at your waist,” he ordered. “Knees apart. You don’t hide your pussy from me, understand?”
She didn’t hide her pussy from him? Ooh, that was…exciting. It should be demeaning, but it wasn’t. It was hot. She was kneeling naked at his feet, ready for him to put his cock in her mouth. And she wanted it there, wanted more of this.
Carlie moved her knees apart and looked up at him for approval. He nodded and brushed her hair back over her shoulders. “Wanna see your tits too. That’s good.” Warmth spread through her. She pleased him, kneeling before him like this with everything on display. This was so exciting she wanted never to get dressed again.
His gaze on her body, he hauled his T-shirt up and pulled it off, over his head. Carlie gaped, her own nakedness nearly forgotten. He was magnificent. Without even a tank to cover him, his heavy shoulders and arms, the broad plain of his chest, his pecs two slabs of muscle with only the small, flat coins of his nipples to accentuate the swell, over the solid slope of his torso, narrowing into abs that were ridged with muscle. One, two, three, four, five…
“A six-pack,” she whispered.
His abs quivered, and she looked up to see his chest quivering as well, and his face was creased in a grin.
“Well, I’ve never seen you without a shirt.”
“True. Like what you see?”
Her gaze drifted down again, greedily cataloging the heavy ridge of his shoulders, the veins that roped his bulging biceps and knotted forearms. “Uh-huh,” she breathed.
He grunted. “Fuck, woman, you look at me like that…”
“What?” Carlie widened her eyes at him.
Jake gave her a look. “That innocent look now, that’s pure bullshit. The way you looked a second ago, that was real. Liked that better.”
She blinked, hurt. He didn’t like her teasing?
“Hey,” he said, calling her back. “Goes two ways, you know, baby. I don’t mind a little bullshit, long as it’s fun and not you hiding from me. Get me?”
She nodded, but then she was distracted by the movement of his hands at the waistband of his jeans. He popped the top snap, then pulled down on the zipper, and she caught her breath, her eyes widening in a new kind of awe as the thick ridge that had been pressed against the fly of his snug jeans was now revealed. His cock. His really, really big, hard cock.
“Holy nuclear missiles, Batman,” she breathed. “Um, I think I might need to train for this.”
“Fuck me.” Jake didn’t know whether to grab her or shout with laughter. Jesus, she was cute. That look of awe, trepidation and eagerness was enough to make him want to grab her and shove his cock between those full, damp, rose lips.
He fought for control, found it, the heat of anticipation settling in his groin. He was in charge, just the way he liked it. Craved it. The sub he’d been waiting for knelt at his feet, her gorgeous tits where he could play with them, her pussy open to him, because he’d ordered it. And her mouth ready to take his cock. Her virgin mouth. He’d be the first man ever to thrust into that sweet, smart-ass mouth, ever to shoot his come down her throat. Wasn’t gonna take long for that to happen.
With a last pull at his zipper, his cock sprang free. He looked down, seeing what she saw. Flushed deep red with arousal, it was long and thick, a ridge running down the length from the broad head. A tracery of veins stood out on the length, and clear fluid was oozing from the slit in the tip. He was big all over; his cock was no exception. The women he fucked liked that, although he had to take care because of his size and his strength.
With Carlie, he would take exquisite care. He’d use her mouth, but oh so careful and sweet, make her want to do this again, please Jesus.
“Like what you see now, baby?” His voice was rough, like he hadn’t spoken in a week.
She nodded with a combination of eagerness and uncertainty that hardened his cock even more. It quivered like a bucking horse ready to break out of the chute.
Jake shoved his jeans down farther, baring his groin and the sparse curls of dark hair on his skin. He closed his hand around his cock and palmed it, giving it a stroke. Fuck, he was so ready. He was gonna come so hard, so sweet.
He held out his other hand to her. “Come here, then, baby. I want in your mouth.”
Shit, she was about to lose her nerve, looked like she didn’t know whether to lick him up like a lollipop or bolt. But she nodded again and licked her lips. Ah, now that look was good. That was anticipation.
“I’m clean,” he told her. “Just got tested this week. But if you want me to wear a condom, I will.”
She thought about it, then shook her head. “I want you. Just you in my mouth.”
“Fuck,” he breathed. “Then that’s what I’ll give you. C’mere.”
She leaned forward, her breasts moving with her like heavy, ripe fruit, and let him guide the head of his cock between her lips. He groaned deep in his chest when her incredibly soft, wet, warm mouth closed over his sensitive flesh.
Ah, he hadn’t been bare in a mouth or pussy for a long, long time. Shouldn’t be doing it now, except that he couldn’t force himself to slap on even the thin layer of a condom.
Fingers in her hair, he showed her how to use her sweet, wet tongue to lick and swirl, then suck him deeper into her mouth. How to take him in and let him back out with harder suction. How to use her tongue on the über-sensitive head, and the gland up the underside.
She was a fuckin’ fast learner. Got the rhythm down and took him like a natural, her hot, wet, silky mouth and the suction enveloping his cock in such perfect sweetness he felt his orgasm build fast and hard like a storm of pleasure that would not be denied.
He slid his fingers into her hair, guiding her but not holding her, flexing his hips faster as the pleasure built and built. “Gonna come in your mouth, Carlie,” he told her. “Want you to swallow my come for me. You do that for me?”
Her blue eyes met his, hers heavy, sleepy with arousal. She nodded. Her obvious pleasure in what she was doing sent him hurtling over the edge. He forced himself to let go of her hair so he didn’t hold her down and choke her.
With a deep grunt, he gave in to the ecstasy, his come shooting out in hard pulses of utter physical joy. She took it all and swallowed, and continued to mouth him gently as he came down, prolonging his pleasure.
He took her face in his hands and guided her to let go of his cock, watching the wet, glistening length emerge with satisfaction that ran deeper than the physical.
“Thank you, baby,” he said.
She licked her lips and swallowed again. “You…you liked it?”
He chuckled, loose and easy. “Oh yeah. More than liked it. You pleased me a lot. In fact…” He rose, grabbed her at her waist, chuckling at her gasp of shock as he swung her up and over his shoulder again. This time with her bare curves all over his skin. One of her shoes thunked to the floor. “Think I’ll return the favor.”
He took the few steps to the bed, zipped his jeans up enough to keep them on and then lowered her onto the bed, right at the end, so her legs dangled over the end. Grasping her ankle, he removed her other shoe.
She shook her hair from her face and gazed up at him, wide-eyed, her arms up over her breasts so the sweet swells were pressed flatter in a tempting display.
He leaned over her, planting his hands on either side of her. “Spread your legs, sub. Wider, Carlie. Now.”
Her eyes wide with trepidation, she spread wide. He nodded once, then reached down to manacle both her ankles and lift them until her feet were planted on the bed, her legs bent wide,
her pink, wet, glistening pussy open to him, framed by her pale thighs, damp curls of dark blonde and those fuckin’ hot stockings.
“Good,” he said, his attention there. “How many men have eaten you, sub?”
She made a strangled noise, and he looked up with amusement to see her blushing, her expression between indignation and shock. He raised his brows at her.
“One,” she mumbled. “Sort of. I—I didn’t like it. I made him stop.”
Fuck. He got to be the first for this too. His cock twitched. He put his hands on her thighs, his palms flat on the strong silky skinned curve of her inner thighs. “You think you’re gonna make me stop?”
She shook her head uncertainly, then harder, excitement gleaming in her eyes. Ah, she liked it when he spoke firmly to her.
“That’s right,” he said, leaning over her in a stance of power, hardening his voice. “In fact, think I’d like to be asked real nice.”
Her breasts quivered, her thighs trembling under his hands as she fought an inner battle. Casually, he lifted one hand and spanked her inner thigh, a sharp little smack on the tender flesh. “Tired of waitin’, sub.”
She gave him an astonished look like she couldn’t believe he’d done that. He did it again, on the other thigh, this time making it sting a little more. “Some subs like their pussies spanked. Gonna see if you do, you don’t start talkin’.”
“Please…um.” She wrinkled her nose, and he damn near laughed. He didn’t let a smile break.
“Please eat me, Jake,” he instructed. “Please lick my pussy until I come on your mouth.”
Her pupils dilated, and she was practically panting. Fuck, she loved it when he made her talk dirty. That was good. He’d teach his lady sub to talk so dirty to him. She liked sucking him off, she liked being tied up, she liked dirty talk. His new sub had a sweet slut underneath her modest clothing, one she showed only to him.
“Please eat me, Jake,” she muttered. “And…and lick my pussy.”
“Till I come on your mouth,” he insisted and smacked her again, on the place he’d done it before, so she flinched.
“Till I come on your mouth,” she said in a rush.
He walked around the bed, her gaze following him all the way, and grabbed two of the pillows. “Lift up,” he told her. He slid the pillows behind her head and shoulders. “Want you to watch me.” He leaned over her again, holding her chin in a no-nonsense grip. “You don’t, I won’t be happy. Got that?”
She nodded. She got that. She liked that.
Jake straightened and looked her over, enjoying the sight of his gorgeous sub spread for him, her hands bound, her pussy presented in a pretty pose of submission, excited and ready for anything he wanted to do. And right now, that was have a taste.
He bent to her, giving a deep hum of pleasure as her sweet, musky scent filled his nostrils. Then he put his mouth on her, and used his lips and tongue and then thrust two fingers inside her slick, clinging folds. Christ, she was tight, hot and so wet she was dripping. Her pussy clung to his fingers in little pulses of excitement.
Then Jake proceeded to use his tongue, his lips and even the careful edge of his teeth to make his sub shiver and quake and whimper and then come so hard she arched up into his mouth, her pussy squeezing his fingers as she moaned a high, rising note of ecstasy.
He enjoyed it damn near as much as she did. Because she hadn’t been sure she wanted it, but he was her dom; he’d made her do it for him, and she’d gotten off on all of that.
This was why he loved being a dom. He’d see to it she learned to enjoy every intimacy he wanted to give her, as well as a few she’d probably never thought of in her sheltered life.
Jake uncuffed her wrists, and Carlie’s arms fell back on the bed beside her head. She lay there, floating in pleasure, little aftershocks still pulsing through her. Oh, she felt so…so good.
The bed dipped under a heavy body. She smiled to herself. Jake.
He moved up over her, a gorgeous, completely masculine man in only a pair of snug jeans, his torso bare for her. Dragging her eyes open she ate him up visually this time.
Her mood was nearly beatific. As if he’d reached inside her, found all her fears and doubts about herself as a woman, and coaxed them out, then tossed them away.
She hummed with approval as he swiped the back of his hand over his lips, which were wet with her. One of his legs planted between hers as he came down one elbow, his other hand braced beside her on the bed.
“You good?” he asked, scanning her closely.
“I’m good. You are amazing,” she said, her voice husky. “C’mere.”
Propping herself up on one elbow, she curled up to him and cocked her head to avoid bumping noses when she reached to kiss his amazing mouth.
He stiffened, holding his head up. When she stiffened as well in surprise, her gaze flying to his, he shook his head slightly.
“Sorry, baby. I don’t kiss subs.”
The words, delivered in his deep voice, not unkindly, just matter-of-fact, as if he were saying, No, I don’t like chocolate sprinkles on my ice cream, left Carlie speechless. She stared up at him, her palm on his smooth, hard cheek. Struggling to comprehend.
Then the hurt penetrated, striking deep in her chest, an icy fist that grabbed her post-orgasm warmth and squeezed it to smithereens. Leaving her naked, cold and ashamed. She snatched her hand away and pressed her arm across her bare breasts.
“It’s okay,” he said, frowning as he watched her process. “Don’t take it personally, right? It’s just not something I like.”
Carlie forced her mouth to work. In a rusty whisper, she got out one word. “Red.”
Jake blinked, his head jerking back, gaze searching hers as he processed. And no wonder—she’d already let him tie her up, put his hands and mouth everywhere and use her to service him—everything he’d wanted. “What?”
“Red,” she repeated. Still hiding behind the inadequate shelter of her arm, she planted her free hand on his shoulders, broad and bare, his skin hot and smooth over hard muscle, and shoved. “Isn’t that what subs say when they want to stop? Huh, Jake?”
She shoved harder, her heart pounding in sudden panic. She had to get away from him before she dissolved in the storm of tears she could feel coming. “Get off of me.”
His gaze shot down to her arm, her nipples covered but her breasts pale and full above and below. His heavy brows shot together, his jaw tightened. He levered himself up onto his knees and rolled aside in one powerful move. “Carlie, what the hell? Talk to me.”
She scrambled off the other side of the bed in a near panic, grace the last thing on her mind as she strode over to the wardrobe and flung it open, yanking her dress off the hanger. She shrugged it on and turned on him as she tied the wrap belt with quick, jerky movements. At the sight of his ferocious scowl, blessed anger roared up through her, giving her strength.
“I’ll talk to you,” she spat. “I had my mouth on your cock. I swallowed p-part of you. I did the most—most intimate thing a woman can do for a man, and now you won’t even kiss me? You know how that makes me feel, Jake? Like a-a thing, just someone you used to get off. A walking sex toy, that’s what.”
He faced her, standing at the end of the bed, big and dangerous, a man in charge of his environment and radiating anger. She thought she’d seen Jake angry, but now she realized this was the real thing. His face was like granite, his eyes flashing gray ice. Good thing she was pissed as hell, or she’d be quailing before him. Well, she was, but she wasn’t giving in.
“Isn’t that why you came here?” he demanded. “To get off? To have kinky sex? You knew what the club was when you walked in here, Carlie, you knew who I was, so don’t give me this shit.”
“Don’t give you this?” she mumbled, blinking back scalding tears. “Okay, Jake. I won’t give you this. You’re a guy. You don’t want any messy emotions, fine.” Shaking her head, she turned away, heading for the door.
“You walk out of here wi
thout talking this out, we’re done.” His voice was harsh, implacable.
She froze, her hand on the door handle.
Chapter Fifteen
Jake waited, a ray of hope arrowing through his fury. Then his gorgeous sub, whom he’d just driven wild, just enjoyed two of her orgasms with his mouth on her pussy, his hands covered in her honey, and she’d just sucked him off in a way so sweet and wild he’d reeled with pleasure, answered.
“We were already done, Jake,” she said, her voice hard in a way he didn’t know Carlie even had in her, and walked out of the room.
He stood there for a second, her words echoing in his ears. She’d left her pretty underwear in the wardrobe, he noted absently. She’d be pissed when she realized that.
Fuck. What had just happened? Just because he didn’t like kissing, never had, she had a shit fit and walked out on him, ruining the incredibly hot thing they’d begun? He scrubbed his hands over his face, letting out a growl of sheer frustration.
He opened his eyes a long moment later to find Dack standing in the doorway, arms crossed, leaning against one side of the doorframe, a quizzical look on his face. “Everything okay, buddy? Carlie just stormed out of here, crying, looked like she forgot her undies from the way everything was jiggling. Not that it wasn’t a fine sight, but…”
Jake moved his hands to the back of his neck, laced them and bowed his head. “Fuck me, I’ll never understand women,” he muttered. “Need a drink.”
Dack jerked his chin in agreement, already stepping back into the hallway. “C’mon down to the office. Got a bottle in the cupboard.”
Jake followed his friend and fellow dom down the hallway. “Jack Daniels?”
Dack snorted. “Never again, man. Never wanna smell that shit again, much less drink it.”
Jake was sure that was true. During a huge fight with Daisy, Dack had gotten shitfaced, holing up here in the empty club with a bottle. He’d been sick as a dog for a couple of days afterward. Now Jake had an inkling of why Dack had gone on that bender.
