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by Becca Jameson

  At least she hoped he wouldn’t.

  Chapter Seven

  He didn’t have the first clue what happened between Lucinda and Julian and Morgan, but he didn’t let that stop him from his plans with Lucinda. Whatever it was, she’d tell him eventually, or beg him to beat it out of her. It was a sticking point, and maybe the reason she hadn’t found a Dom yet.

  They drove to his place with her arms wrapped tightly around his waist, her tits pressed against his back. He wanted to mark them. Bite them like he had her ass and then maybe come all over them. But he needed to give her his gift first. Her reward for not calling or texting him. He’d told her he would, and he needed to be a man of his word with her.

  He pulled the Indian into his garage next to his Lexus SUV. He didn’t take the bike out nearly enough, but Minnesota weather wasn’t always conducive to riding. Though if she agreed to keep him warm, it might be worth a few brisk rides.

  She followed him into the house, and he entered his alarm code. She walked to the foyer and stared at his Degas replica. Her fingers danced over the delicate ballerina, and then she dropped her hand and faced him.

  “How did you get your money? Where do you work?”

  “I’m a broker for Morgan Stanley.”

  She nodded, and then lifted her head and said, “I won’t stay if you’re not going to fuck me tonight.”

  He shook his head and crossed to the hall table, opening the top drawer. “I understand you need something from me, but that isn’t it. You don’t determine whether I fuck you or not. You won’t push me into it. But I will give you this and a promise.”

  He held out a medium-sized silver box. She took it and looked at him with a curious expression before tearing into it. He almost laughed at her eagerness. She held up the whip he’d wrapped carefully in tissue.

  “What’s this for?”

  “It’s my commitment to you. My figurative signature on our contract. You bring this to me anytime, anywhere, and I promise I will deliver what you need. That’s what I’m offering to you.”

  Her eyes had gone wide, and her nipples pebbled under the bodice of her dress, begging to be sucked on. “Any time?”

  “Yes, sweetheart. That’s the promise.” He let his gaze stray up and down her body. This dress was much better than the tight one, but the woman seriously needed a new wardrobe if the best choice she could come up with that had a flared skirt was this or a costume. He moaned inwardly, picturing how much sexier the tight cotton dress would be without the bra at all. Her tits were smokin’ hot, high and full. Her nipples weren’t well concealed by the bra, but they would be perfect puckered nubs without it.

  “Why would you do that?” The vulnerability in her voice almost felled him. God, she needed to be treasured, this girl.

  “Because then you won’t push me into being angry with you. I don’t want to be angry. I want to give you what you need and have you give me what I need.”

  She licked her bottom lip, and he couldn’t stop himself from slipping his middle finger in between her lips so she could suck on him. Her cheeks hollowed, and her greedy tongue lapped at him with just a hint of teeth. His cock went steel hard, and he held back a groan, imagining those lips around him. He pulled his finger out, and she whimpered.

  She stared at him with wide, kohl-lined eyes. “What do you need?”

  He considered for a moment, wondering how much truth he should give her. But she’d proven herself to be fearless, and he wanted her to know his appetites. “I need to fuck the hell out of you. I need to take every hole of yours and drill into you until you scream. I need to spank you and beat you and choke you and have you beg me for more. I need rough, raw sex and someone who can keep up with my appetite. I need you to crave what I can give you and give me everything you have, everything you are. I will not go easy. But nothing I do, ever, will be done in anger. Am I clear?”

  She handed the whip to him with shaking hands, her gaze cloudy, already starting to drop into subspace. “Play with me now, Master.”

  ∙•∙

  Lucinda released the black leather whip into Theo’s hand and ducked her head.

  She waited as he stepped around her body slowly, clearly examining every inch of her until a flush climbed up her cheeks. She wasn’t even naked, and his gaze penetrated her anyway as though he could see through her façade and knew every one of her secrets.

  “Take the dress off, sweetheart. And the bra.”

  Her fingers shook as she lifted the soft material over her head and let it flutter to the floor beside her. They kept shaking as she reached behind her back to unclasp the black lace that barely served as a bra. It was her favorite, and wearing it was intentional.

  “Kick off your heels too.”

  She did as he demanded. Nerves ate at her, but not because she was scared. She’d been flogged before. She enjoyed it. But not by this man. And the true reason she was anxious was because his ability to wield that whip would tell her everything about his ability to dominate her.

  “You’re nervous.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Good. You should be.” He stepped in front of her and reached out with his free hand to grab one of her nipples. He squeezed the tip hard and tugged.

  The sharp pain made her stiffen her spine.

  “Follow me.” Theo turned and headed toward the kitchen.

  She followed behind him, her hands at her sides, her head still tipped toward the floor.

  When he reached the island in the center of his pristine kitchen, he nodded toward the granite. “Hands on the top, Lucinda. Do not remove them.”

  She lifted both palms and set them on the surface.

  “Lean forward. Bend your back. Let your tits hang in front of you.”

  She shuffled her feet backward enough to give her space to do as he requested. Chills raced up her spine in anticipation of his whipping.

  Instead of striking her immediately, he tucked the whip under one arm and grabbed both her ass cheeks with his hands. He squeezed and molded them painfully, pulling them apart to expose her tight asshole. There would be bruises from just his hands, and he hadn’t even struck her yet.

  She moaned as his fingers dug into her cheeks with enough force to leave marks.

  “That’s it. That’s my good girl. You’ll take what I give you, and you’ll do it on my terms. I’m going to strike you now. You are to remain still. If you move, I’ll stop. Is that understood?”

  She nodded toward the ground as she mumbled, “Yes, Master.”

  “Good. If you doubt me for one second, try me and find out.”

  She trembled. She knew he wasn’t kidding. If she wanted him to whip her, she would need to stay still.

  The only warning she had was the quick whoosh through the air less than a second before the first strike landed on her ass.

  Lucinda flinched, but she didn’t move her feet. A tight ball formed low in her belly.

  “That’s it, sweetheart. Now you’re catching on.” Another blow landed under the first, with slightly more force. It stung. It felt fantastic. Her pussy gripped at nothing, wetness leaking to run down her legs.

  “Can you handle more?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  Two more strikes hit her, crisscrossing her ass. Harder. The burn was intense, more than she’d ever experienced before. Perhaps Theo was correct when he said he understood her needs. Without pausing to rub the sting as she expected, he set his free hand on her lower back and held her steady, continuing to whip the leather through the air. It landed several more times until every inch of her ass and the tops of her thighs were on fire.

  She groaned, letting her head fall lower, her red hair hanging around her face like a curtain, shielding her from seeing anything but the floor. Her clit throbbed. She was so close to coming.

  “Do not come, brat. I haven’t given you permission.” The whip struck her again.

  Her knees buckled.

  In an instant, Theo was on her, dropping the strand
of leather to the floor and wrapping one arm under her waist to hold her up. With his other hand he plunged two fingers into her pussy.

  “Oh God.” She breathed hard, her orgasm so close. She lifted her head to meet his gaze, barely seeing him through the curtain of her hair. “Master…”

  Again he thrust into her, his thumb landing on her clit. “Come. Now.”

  Lucinda’s eyes rolled back as her orgasm worked through her body, taking her into a deeper subspace so fast she couldn’t hold herself up through the waves of her pussy grasping at Theo’s fingers.

  He didn’t let her go, though. He held her body steadily against his side, still stroking against her G-spot as she came down slowly from the most intense climax she’d ever experienced.

  When he finally pulled his fingers from her channel, he shocked her again by stroking them across her clit, spreading her moisture around the distended nub that had gotten so little attention.

  She was a limp noodle, but her bare feet braced with more effort on the floor as he sped up his caress, bringing her back to the edge so fast she never caught her breath. In moments, she was about to come again.

  “That’s it, sweetheart. Give it to me. Grind your little clit on my fingers. Let me see you explode again.”

  She curled her fingers against the granite island top, gripping at nothing. Every muscle would hurt tomorrow from her fingertips to her toes. Exquisite pain that would remind her every minute of the day who she belonged to now.

  She shattered a second time, this second orgasm pulsing from her clit, her pussy empty. God how she wanted his cock. She bit her lip to keep from begging for just that. She’d learned one lesson if nothing else. Theo was not the sort of Dom who wanted to fuck her so badly that he put his own needs above hers. That acknowledgement brought a sense of calm that washed through her body as he released her clit and lifted her into his arms to carry her from the room.

  With her eyes drifting closed, she paid no attention to where they were going. The next thing she knew, he’d laid her gently on the soft sheets of a bed on her belly. “Don’t move.”

  She listened to his steps as he walked away, snuggling her face into the pillow under her cheek and tucking her arms under the soft material.

  Moments later she heard him as he padded back into the room. He sat on the side of the bed and set one hand on her thigh. “I’m going to spread ointment on your ass. Try to stay still.”

  The first touch of his hand made her flinch. It stung. Hell, it hurt like a mother fucker. Her entire body tensed as he continued to spread the cream on every welt. It took forever. Eventually, it began to soothe, her skin cooling.

  “That’s a good girl. I know it hurts, but no skin is broken. Your ass is going to hurt like hell for a few days, but it’ll heal.”

  “Thank you, Master,” she whispered into the pillow. Slowly she relaxed her body into the mattress.

  “Don’t fall asleep yet. You need water.” He lifted her face gently, forcing her up onto her elbows, and set the tip of a water bottle at her lips.

  She hadn’t realized how thirsty she was, and she greedily guzzled the entire bottle.

  Theo chuckled. “You can relax now. Sleep.” He stood, tugged the sheet from the other side of her, and arranged it across her back and legs, leaving her ass exposed to the air. And then he leaned forward and kissed her forehead, brushing her hair from her face.

  Seconds later he was gone. She heard the click of the door closing and opened her eyes. What the hell? She looked around the room, as much as she could see without moving her head. Yep. Just as she’d suspected. It was the same guest room she’d occupied last time she’d been to his home. A tiny nightlight plugged into the wall in front of her illuminated the space.

  He’d fucking left her. Part of her wanted to jump up and run after him, but the rest of her was too tired to move. Sated. At least as sated as she could be after the best whipping of her life followed by two fantastic orgasms that didn’t include cock.

  Goddamn that man. She closed her eyes and let sleep drag her under. It was impossible to avoid, even with the new frustration she felt.

  Chapter Eight

  He took her to work the next day in his SUV, concerned about what his motorcycle might do to her ass. She pouted, and he knew she wanted the pain of riding the Indian with welts on her ass, but it wasn’t reward time for her. He kissed her fully on the lips before coming around to open the door for her.

  “Have a good day, sweetheart. Make good choices. I’ll call you tonight.”

  She slipped her backpack from her shoulder and dropped it at her feet, rising on her toes to wrap both arms around his neck. “I always make good choices.”

  He laughed. “No. You do not.”

  She grinned. “Well, they’ve gotten me this far.”

  He swatted her backside, and she winced but then gave him a wide smile. “No sass, brat. Go teach your class and wait for my call.”

  “What if I don’t want to wait?”

  He shook his head and then leaned forward to whisper, “The more you push me, the longer you’ll have to wait for my cock. Now, be a good girl and teach your class.”

  She pulled him tighter and kissed him again, and because he knew she’d like it, he bit her bottom lip hard enough to draw a spot of blood. When he stepped away from her, she touched her lip and examined her finger to see the blood. His brat was very kinky, and he wasn’t certain he could keep up with her lack of limits.

  Before she could draw him in further, he slipped back into his SUV and headed to the office.

  He had a million fires to put out the minute he walked in and wasn’t able to step away from his phone or computer until lunch. He headed down to the first floor of his office building to grab sushi with his friend, Ray. Ray was a cop who’d grown up in the same neighborhood as Theo, and the two of them had a long history of getting into one too many scrapes together. When they were fifteen, everyone expected them to end up in juvie, but Ray got straightened out by an Off The Street Club program and Theo had found Aikido.

  “Hey man,” Ray said when Theo got to their table. “How’s it going?”

  Theo nodded. “Busy. Slammed really. But glad to see you, brother.”

  “You could’ve cancelled. I get that you got a lot of shit on your plate now that you’re a top dog broker.”

  Theo waved him off. “No way, man. Only way I’d cancel lunch with you is if my jaw was wired shut.”

  Ray laughed. “Or you were too distracted by pussy to check the time.”

  Theo chuckled. His reputation with the ladies had been a big part of the scrapes he got into as a teenager. Girls with boyfriends or older brothers who didn’t appreciate the way Theo worked his way through women like they were dominoes. “Well, yeah, that too.”

  The two of them decided on what they wanted to order and called the waitress over. After they were done, Ray folded his hands on the table, his cop shirt straining across his massive chest. “So how are things going?”

  Theo smiled. “Good. Still at the dojo a few times a week. Work is still work.” He shrugged.

  “And the ladies?”

  Ray had been married for almost ten years. Engaged at twenty-two, the day he got out of the academy. He had been smitten with his high school sweetheart the moment he saw her his junior year. Yeah, the Off The Street Club had helped him, but Jane was the real reason Ray had cleaned himself up. He would do anything for her. Theo almost envied their relationship, but he knew it wasn’t for him. It was too vanilla, too basic, too friendly. Theo had never wanted any of that. Aikido helped him focus the extreme highs and lows of his personality, but BDSM helped him insert them into his sex life.

  “It’s going pretty well. I met someone I’m interested in. We’ll see. It might not last, but she’s got potential.”

  Ray’s eyebrows rose. “That’s new. I haven’t heard you say you were interested in anyone in years.”

  “That’s not true. I was together with Kirsten for a while.”r />
  Ray smiled. “Yeah, but you weren’t interested in her.”

  “How do you know?”

  “When she broke up with you at our reunion, you shrugged and went home with someone else. I’d hardly call that interest.”

  Kirsten was a princess and not in a good way. She had too many limits about playing, and every time he was with her, he got the sense she was tolerating what he wanted. She didn’t mind being spanked or bound, but only because the end game was him eating her pussy or making her come. She never cared whether he got off or not. That’s part of why he was so taken with Lucinda and her demands to see, touch, taste, feel his cock. She claimed all submissives got off on pleasing their Doms, but Kirsten certainly hadn’t. Maybe he was just a hard Dom to please.

  “Hey, Earth to Theo. What’s going on?”

  Theo blinked. “Sorry. Just thinking.”

  “About your new girl.”

  “Maybe.”

  Ray grinned. “What’s she like?”

  “She’s a brat.”

  A full belly laugh erupted from Ray, and the waitress looked up from where she was talking to the sushi chef at the counter. “That is so perfect for you.”

  “How can you say that? Kirsten was a brat.”

  Ray shook his head. “No, Kirsten was boring and self-absorbed. And too polite and too plain. No fire there. No challenge for you.”

  Theo’s mouth cocked up. “And you’re sure I need a brat?”

  Ray shrugged. “I’m sure you need a challenge, and if a brat you’re interested in provides that, then I’m glad for you.”

  The waitress brought their sushi and asked if they wanted anything else. Both men shook their heads, and when she walked away, Theo looked down and said in a low voice, “My girl likes things rough.”