Swallowing to clear the large lump in her throat, she whipped her gaze up to his. He couldn’t mean for her to carry that around inside…
One look into his unyielding, fiery eyes said he did.
From his pocket, he extracted and pressed a button. The leather tentacles retracted. Another press and they lengthened. “Adjustable for whatever length of skirt you’re wearing. If you’re wearing one,” he added on a devious purr.
How fucking considerate of him! Well hell, she did say she’d let him do anything.
“It didn’t seem cost-effective not to make it a multi-purpose punishment tool.”
Had she not feared a test run of his new gadget, she’d have snidely told him that even with two purposes it was an extravagant investment, considering their temporary relationship. Was he a major stockholder in a friggin’ diamond mine?
She hadn’t realized she’d voiced the question until he smiled. “Not a stockholder. Part owner. My family owns one.” His smile widening, he hit another button on the remote. A low hum reached her ears. There was no doubting what kind of punishment that meant.
Determined not to give him the satisfaction of a reaction, she bit the inside of her cheek. She was quickly discovering that researching the BDMS lifestyle was a far cry from the actuality.
He laid the flogger out full length, placing the handle in the box, trailing the loose ends slowly through his hand to spill over the side of the box onto the carpet. Almost a loving gesture, like stroking his hand along the silky length of a woman’s hair.
If he were trying to put her at ease, he was falling way short of the mark. She knew damn well, placed in his powerful, capable hand, the only affection she’d experience was the biting kiss of leather against her tenderized flesh. Given her penchant for rebellion, there’d be no skipping a formal introduction to the damn flogger—before she and Hunter parted company, she added belatedly.
He tucked the remote in his pocket and stood. “If the mood to disobey becomes unbearable, feel free to run with it.” He winked and moved around to her feet.
She closed her eyes and suppressed a groan.
The intimate stroke of his hand across her ass turned it into a silent whimper.
“Normally, I would hold off initiating a new sub to this form of pleasure. But after one look at your lovely ass, I knew I couldn’t deny myself its use for very long. We’ll start small and work our way up,” he palmed and squeezed her cheeks, “as soon as you tell me you’re ready.”
Why was he asking? Wasn’t it supposed to be that she just showed up—naked—and he made all the decisions? Where was all that guilt-free psycho-babble she’d read about? She scrunched her eyes. Took a quick shallow breath. Somehow she knew Hunter didn’t operate that way. Because when it came right down to it, that scenario was a deception. An easy way out. Ultimately, every choice, conscious or subconscious, had to be hers. The ultimate one, to gift him with her unconditional submission. Only then would Hunter take full control.
Since she had no major hang-ups about what he was asking of her, she had no problem consenting. She’d heard too many of her girlfriends say how wonderful it felt to have a man’s long, thick cock up their ass not to. She just hadn’t found the right man to share the intimate experience with…until now. The man who was patiently awaiting her answer.
She drew a calming breath and let it out gradually. “I’m ready.”
“Would you like a drink of water first?”
Her heart tripped at the unexpected consideration. “I’m fine. Thank you for asking.”
“Don’t sound so surprised.” The long, gentle stroke of his hand down her back warmed her insides. “Your comfort and pleasure are of the utmost importance to me. Secondary only to my own. The only time that will not apply is when you are being punished. Then it will be your discomfort that takes precedence.”
He knelt behind her, his thick thighs forcing hers even farther apart.
Her earlier bravado aside, Kayden locked her elbows in preparation of the embarrassment she anticipated. Was shocked when it never materialized. Totally vulnerable to his gaze and touch, she felt sexy, wanton and more alive than she’d felt in years. Hit with a sudden charge of sexual expectation, her legs and arms trembled. Before they failed her altogether, she was bracketed between Hunter’s steely arm and wide solid chest. She melted into the warmth. Cool met hot. She shivered. God, the man exuded enough body heat to melt the polar ice cap.
“Take a slow, deep breath,” he said, obviously misconstruing her reactions as he relaxed his hold. “It’s only natural to be a little nervous.”
“I’m not…nervous…I’m—”
“Excited? Turned on?”
“Yes.”
He gave her an encouraging squeeze. “Not half as much as you soon will be.”
No idle promise, Kayden was sure.
He released her to glide his hands teasingly up and down her outer thighs, up and over her ass, back down. “This might be a little cold, brace yourself.”
Kayden closed her eyes and stoically endured the tug and tightening of the thong as he hooked it with his finger and held it aside. Then the cool flow of the lube as he painted a line between the globes of her ass, stopping shy of her pussy.
He used the tip of his finger to spread the gel, with an occasional pause to test the resistance of her anal entrance.
Kayden concentrated on relaxing to make the initiation easier.
His finger breeched the tight opening and slid partway in.
She sucked in a sharp breath.
“Easy,” he said, holding his position. “That was the hard part. The next step will be easy.”
So says the man with the thick finger. After several seconds and no real pain, only a slight burning sensation that wasn’t entirely unpleasant, she realized he was telling the truth.
He alternately withdrew and advanced in small increments, going deeper and deeper each time, until he settled into a rather pleasurable rhythm that Kayden wasn’t merely tolerating, but enjoying. So much so that instead of dreading the addition of a second finger, she was anticipating it.
Given Hunter’s capacity for torturous teasing, she knew it would be a long, long time in coming.
Chapter Seven
Hunter knew from the little quivers in Kayden’s body, combined with her escalating breaths, that she was impatient for more. Something he was prepared to give her—when he was damn good and ready.
There was a first time only once and he’d every intention of savoring it. As he would the many other pleasurable firsts he intended for her. But breaking in a virgin ass was a particular favorite of his. And since this particular ass would now and forever belong to him, he was determined to make it a memorable occasion for them both. Not an easy task, considering his rock-hard cock was clamoring against the steel teeth of his zipper with a bid to replace his finger.
Studiously ignoring his jealous dick, Hunter concentrated on the fantastic feel of her tight little anus and the way her much paler flesh looked as it rode smoothly over his tanned finger. It wasn’t until his knuckle was swallowed and the last flutter of resistance disappeared that he deemed her ready for more.
Placing his left hand flat in the small of her back to anchor her, he crossed his second finger over the first and introduced them both halfway with one long, steady push.
She gasped.
Detecting no genuine pain in the soft sound, he went in for a deeper sampling.
Her low, melodious moan hit Hunter straight between the legs as he pressed down with his other hand to keep her from arching up.
“Oh God.”
“Is that a good ‘Oh God’ or a bad one?”
“A very, very good one, Sir.”
Smiling, he slowly rolled and swiveled his fingers to stretch her a bit more, pulled partway out, then delved deeper.
She moaned again. Louder.
He moved from the hand on her back to cradle her throat, draped himself over her back and lifted her head up
to gain access to her ear. “If you think this feels good…” He ran his tongue over the outer ridge, punishing her with a quick nip to her lobe when she attempted to shy away. “As I was saying, if you think this feels good,” he seated his fingers, absorbing the vibration of her needy whimper with his chest, “wait until you feel my cock deep inside, stretching you, filling you. You were made for this, sweetheart. And so much more.” Uncrossing his fingers, he pulsed them open and closed within the gloving, warm confines of her body. He paused to savor the heat and silky texture, then withdrew.
“Nooo.”
Her sweet, desperate protest cut another slice in the weakening reins of his constraint. Sensing impending freedom, the unruly beast caged within the confines of his suit pants roared to life, insisting it was long past time to move to the next phase.
Needing to taste her, he used the hand at her neck to twist her head enough for a greedy, thorough possession of her mouth. “Don’t fret, love. I have no intention of leaving you wanting.” He planted a row of tiny kisses along her jaw, up to her ear. “At least, not this time,” he whispered in a soft, ominous tone and reached down for the larger of the two butt plugs he’d coated with lube earlier.
* * * * *
Though Hunter’s threat didn’t bode well for the future, Kayden decided to stay firmly rooted in the promise of the here and now. Her friends hadn’t lied. Ass play was a colossal turn-on. Looking past the initial soreness, she anticipated the day she’d be able to accommodate Hunter’s long, thick cock. Just not today. As pleasurable as it was to have his fingers invade her, having sat in his lap, there was no denying the man’s wealth in the family jewels department. And although her pussy was up to the challenge, her slightly tender butt was not.
The wet tongue in her ear and the beads on the thong being pressed into her clit dispersed Kayden’s attention to those particular parts of her body.
“Ummm.” The sound purred from her throat as she closed her eyes and focused totally on the dual sensations. Hard, wet bead. Warm, soft tongue. “That feels— Fuck!”
Caught off guard by the unexpected seating entry of the butt plug and the flash of pain as her muscle expanded and contracted over the flared base, the only thing that prevented her springing from the floor like a scalded cat was the reassuring weight of Hunter’s chest.
“Breathe, Kayden.” The command was terse, the kiss he placed on the side of her neck whisper soft. “You’re fine.”
Her vehement denial died quietly when, a moment later, the pain mellowed to a mild, throbbing discomfort, followed quickly by an unbelievable feeling of fullness and unexpected pleasure.
“Better?”
She nodded.
He nipped her shoulder.
“Yes,” she yelped and after expelling a small sigh, said more quietly, “You could’ve warned me.”
“If I had, you would have tensed and felt even more discomfort.”
His quiet self-assurance streamed into her ear on a warm, calming breath. Blanketed by the warmth of his large, strong body with the steady thud of his heart against her back, Kayden let her body go lax.
“In time, you’ll learn to trust I know what’s best. Your body and mind are riddled with roadblocks. Most imaginary. Based purely on assumption, fear of the unknown or the taboos placed on us by a narrow-minded society. It’s my job to find the best way to dismantle them.”
Bearing down lightly, he rolled the bead located over her throbbing clit, its journey made easy by her slick juices. “Sometimes slow.” He increased the pressure, rolled the bead again.
Kayden’s breath hitched.
“Sometimes fast,” he whispered, just before his other hand pressed on the base of the toy he’d inserted.
Hit with an unexpected ripple of pleasure, the breath rushed from her lungs on a fractured whimper.
It wasn’t until his muted laugh penetrated her sensual daze that she realized she’d canted her hips and was pushing back, like a cat in heat. She didn’t care. She’d be his willing cat any time, any place, for however long he wanted her.
Shock gripped Kayden’s body. No, this was temporary. The stern, silent reminder did little to allay her anxiety.
“I think it’s time to move this somewhere else.”
Grateful to be pulled from the disturbing depths of her thoughts, Kayden focused all her attention on Hunter. The delicious graze of his finger on her needy cunt as he slid back a bead to secure the butt plug. The giddy sensation of being airborne when he stood and scooped her up against his warm, solid chest. The heady feeling of excitement when he headed straight for her bedroom.
Finally! She was getting her wish. He was going to fuck her.
* * * * *
Maneuvering around the clothing on her bedroom floor, Hunter stopped short of the bed, eased Kayden’s feet to the mauve carpet and turned her to face him. Bracketing her face between his hands, he lowered his head and devoured her mouth, familiarizing himself with the satiny texture, the taste.
She melted against him, the combination of soft, pliant breasts and rigid nipples playing havoc with his fading self-control. When she raised her arms to encircle his neck, he broke the kiss and, capturing her wrists, lowered her arms to her sides. “Do you have a travel bag?” He released her and took a half-step back.
Clearly confused by his request, she was slow to answer. “Yes. Over there. Already packed.” She pointed at a fairly large piece of navy designer luggage next to her night stand.
“Anything smaller? An overnight bag?”
“Yes. But aren’t you going to fu—”
“Are you questioning me?”
She dropped her gaze, but not before he caught the unmistakable glint of dissatisfaction. “No Sir.” She sighed softly and let her head sag, causing a thick, heavy section of her raven hair to slide over her shoulder and cover one breast.
Her questioning him wasn’t the only reason he’d cut her off. He disliked her using the word fuck. A crude, unsophisticated word. Not that he was hypocrite enough to say he hadn’t used it, or fucked more than his fair share of women. It was simply not a term he wanted associated with what the two of them would share. She was expecting him to take her to bed. He had every intention of doing so. Only not hers. When they made love the first time, it would be in his bed.
With a gentle prolonged stroke, he brushed her hair back over her shoulder and lifted her chin. “Where’s the case?”
“In the closet. Top left.”
He touched his lips to her forehead and went to retrieve it. Returning, he unzipped it and set it on the bed.
“Bring me whatever toiletries you think you’ll need.”
When he deliberately failed to address the confusion clouding her gaze, she turned and walked into the adjoining bathroom.
During the symphony of drawers opening and closing, bottles clinking and plastics clacking, Hunter went to the dresser and gathered up the other things he’d given her and packed them. When he was done, he looked up to find her standing a foot away with an armful of female beauty products.
“On the bed,” he instructed before she could dump them into the case.
Hunter selectively picked through the small, colorful mound of items, coming away with only a pair of round, plastic containers. Tossing the full pack into the case, he held up the one missing a single birth control pill. “Protection and cycle. Very important things for a Dom to know.”
Admiring the pink flush that crawled up from her chest to tint her cheeks, he pitched the open packet into the case, zipped it shut and picked it up. “Everything you’ll need, you’ll find at my place. If not, I’ll send someone to buy it for you. So unless there’s anything you want to present for my consideration, it’s time to go.” He moved to her side and placed his hand in the small of her back.
When a light nudge failed to move her, he looked down and met her inquiring gaze.
Rather than waste time on another lengthy discussion on total obedience, he said, “You’re entering a new life
. One in which all your needs will be fulfilled by me. It has been my experience that the transition is much easier if you bring little of your previous life with you. At least, not at first. The option to negotiate will depend on how quickly you adapt. But because you weren’t planning on coming to me until tomorrow, I’ll allow you to choose one item to bring with you.”
Hunter followed her searching gaze as it touched on items around the room. Some dismissively, others longingly, like her pillow and the clothes hanging in her closet. Shoulders squared, she started for the living room.
Fairly sure she was headed for the front coat closet, Hunter trailed behind at a leisurely pace. When her brisk steps slowed to a more tentative stride, he grinned. She’d forgotten about the butt plug. As she continued on, the two-carat triangular diamond centered in the base winked merrily from between her pale, firm cheeks. Presented with such a delightful homing beacon, Hunter and his hungry, eager cock were happy to follow.
Kayden was halfway across the living room when he emerged from the hallway. Instead of heading for the closet, she veered left toward the kitchen.
His licentious thoughts mulled by curiosity, he picked up his pace. Entering the room, he found her in front of the small oak-topped island, facing him.
Off to her side, he caught sight of a multicolored handbag. He should have suspected.
“Are you sure that’s what you want to bring? I doubt there’s much in your purse you’ll need.”
She frowned. “I’ve no intention of taking my purse.” She stepped aside and slapped her hand on the object next to it. “This is what I’m taking.”
“Your laptop?”
Her cocky nod was barely completed when the laughter bubbling in Hunter’s throat broke to the surface.
God, she was a treasure. And he was pretty damn sure this wouldn’t be the last surprise in his future. A future that was starting…right now!
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