He withdrew his fingers, pulled them out from under the blanket, and sucked them clean. “Mmm. You taste divine.”
She watched, her legs shaking, her mind screaming at him for leaving her hanging.
When he finished sucking her juices, he rubbed her lower lip with one finger until she opened for him. “That’s my girl. Can you still taste yourself on my finger?”
She sucked his pointer into her mouth. “Mm hm.”
He removed it and slid his arm back under the blanket. His hand went straight for her breasts, squeezing one and then the other. He tugged the cleavage to one side and tugged on the clamp currently irritating her swollen nipple. It hurt.
She bit the inside of her cheek and kept her mouth shut. When he flicked his thumb over her nipple, she released a small moan.
“Always so needy. My little brat can’t even take a plane ride without getting off.”
She clenched her legs together, but Theo was onto her and immediately released her nipple to push her thighs open and thrust his fingers back into her warmth.
Her legs shook, and she braced her toes on the floor while he stroked her G-spot. “I won’t torture you, brat. Come for me.”
She did, her pussy grasping at his fingers as he continued to fuck her through the entire orgasm. She lost at least two minutes when she paid no attention to anything or anyone around her with no idea if she made any sounds or drew attention to them.
When she finally floated back to Earth and blinked at Theo, he was smiling. He slid his fingers out of her and made a production of sucking them again. And then he lifted his torso slightly, unbuttoned his pants, and lowered the zipper.
She knew all this even though he had tugged the blanket to more directly cover himself. She also realized he was stroking his cock up and down rapidly. “May I, Master?”
He met her gaze. “What you may do, brat, is swallow my come. I’ll tell you when I’m close, and you will get on your knees and suck me dry.”
She nodded, panic rising alongside lust. His plan was risky. It was also titillating. Her clit jumped to attention at the thought of giving her Master a blowjob right here in the seat of the plane.
He held her gaze while he pumped for several minutes, increasing his speed as the seconds ticked by. “Now, brat. Suck me off.”
She instantly dropped to the floor, squeezed between his legs under the blanket, and took him into her mouth. The salty taste of his pre-come made her fight to keep from moaning around him. She didn’t need to inadvertently draw attention to herself.
As it turned out, Theo’s cock was so swollen it took only a few deep draws into her throat to get him off. In moments his come was squirting down her throat, and before anyone on the plane had a chance to walk by she was done, his pants were righted, and she was once again seemingly demure in her seat—if you left out her complete lack of panties and bra, which her Master refused to return, saying he wanted her naked under that dress for the rest of the trip.
First class was awesome. Best plane ride ever.
Chapter Nineteen
“I’m taking you out tonight, brat. We’ve been in too much, and it’s time I showed you off.”
Lucinda looked up from the sculpture she’d been working on, and her eyes widened. He was dressed in leather pants and a soft gray Henley. He looked so delicious. She wanted to jump him the minute he got home from the dojo, but he stopped her and said he had other plans that would be worth the wait.
“What should I wear, Master?”
“Tight, black, barely there. You decide the rest.”
She grinned. She’d bought a new black dress months ago when she first met Theo and had been dying to pull it out to show him. This would be the perfect time.
It had been two weeks since she’d returned from Georgia. Her apartment was still there, though she spent practically every night at Theo’s—and she daily ignored the voice inside asking why wouldn’t he invite her to move in? And she’d started up her classes again at Terra Incognita, though a part of her wondered if she should take some of Daddy’s money and start a studio of her own. Or maybe go back to school and get her degree in education so she could teach art in the schools? There were a lot of options, and her dad had made that possible for her. Between the one hundred thousand dollars and the sale of the business, she was set for a long time.
“Brat. Stop thinking so much and go dress like my favorite slut.”
She stuck her tongue out as she passed him, and he pinched her butt cheek hard. God. Maybe she should ask him for a session with the whip before they went wherever. It might take the edge off. No. She wanted to go out with him. Be his brat outside the confines of his house.
»»•««
She’d never been to Nyx—membership was required, and after the mess with Morgan and Julian, she didn’t want to chance it—but she had heard about it. When Theo steered her to the door, walking in with nothing more than a nod to the bouncer, the butterflies in her stomach took flight.
“Are we doing a scene, Master?”
“We’ll see, brat. I want to look around first. Introduce you to some of my friends.” He laced his fingers with hers and pulled her closer to him before dropping a kiss on her lips. “Is that okay? You look so gorgeous, and I want them to see. To envy me.”
She grinned wide. “Yes, Master. Of course.”
Her breath caught when she stepped into the large main room of Nyx. This was no cobbled-together, one-night-a-month dungeon. It was the real deal. The lighting was dim except for those sections with lights angled to directly highlight a station. The walls were bare brick. The floor stamped concrete.
Spanking stations and a St. Andrew’s cross, bolts and ropes and chains, Lucinda could barely catch her breath at all of it. She’d watched scenes in different places before, but Nyx seemed somehow more elaborate. Like it turned play into an art form. Women were dressed in everything from fetish wear to nothing at all. In fact, many were naked with only a collar or clamps—and not just nipple clamps.
Theo wrapped his arm around her waist and guided her toward a loveseat in the corner. His hand landed on her bare back, sending a shiver down her spine. She’d loved this tight black backless dress from the moment she’d seen it on the hanger. The way he’d looked at her when he first saw her that evening confirmed it was indeed sexy.
“Most submissives here are collared,” she blurted out. She touched her bare neck self-consciously.
He raised a brow. “They’ve earned their collars, brat.”
“And I haven’t?” God. Shut up. I know better than this.
“Lucinda. I love you.”
She blushed and looked down. “I love you too, Theo.”
“Good. Then you trust me to know when you’re ready to wear my collar, yes?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
He leaned forward and kissed her below her ear, and then whispered, “I want my little fuck slut to prove what a good girl she can be tonight. Can you do that?”
She nodded.
“Good. Now, kneel here.” He slipped onto the loveseat and directed her to a spot on the floor beside him.
He didn’t put down a cushion, and after a few minutes her knees began to ache. She smiled at the pain and shifted slightly forward to apply more pressure.
“Ah-ah, brat. You don’t get to create your pain. That’s mine to give you, remember?”
“Yes, Master.”
He slipped his hand along the nape of her neck and began to gently tug at her hair there. She relaxed even more. It wasn’t enough, but it gave her a low-level buzz. In front of them, a large Dom was riding a crop over a bound sub’s ass and thighs. Moisture pooled between Lucinda’s thighs at the sight of the red lashes. Her own ass had bruises and lashes from playing with Theo this week, but he was so good with aftercare that they barely stung.
As the Dom before them started to go harder and his submissive cried out in pleasure, Lucinda fell into almost a trance. She pressed forward on her knees again, but The
o pulled her back with a tug on her hair. She was about to ask him to do a scene, trying to figure out if she could get herself punished, when a shadow crossed over her. Julian and Morgan.
“You brought her to Nyx?” Julian asked Theo without even acknowledging her.
“I told you I can handle her,” Theo answered. “Morgan, it’s good to see you. You look lovely.”
“Thank you, Theo. It’s good to see you too. It’s been a long time.”
The obvious warmth between Morgan and Theo made a hot ball of jealousy press against Lucinda’s throat. How did they know each other? Had Theo Dommed for her once upon a time?
“How’s your photography?”
“Very well, thank you. I’ll be doing a gallery exhibit soon. I’d love for you to come.”
The jealousy grew claws. Morgan didn’t invite Theo and Lucinda, just Theo. As if they thought she was a phase for him. Or as if she wasn’t worth an invitation. She started to shake, her nails digging into her thighs. Theo ignored her. Lucinda peered up and caught Julian regarding her steadily. His cold gaze watching her, waiting for something.
“I’ll definitely come by. When’s your opening night?” Theo continued.
Jesus. They were just going to sit and chit-chat and pretend she wasn’t there at all. It was worse than when he was reprimanding her, worse than anything. She’d completely disappeared. She dug her nails into her thighs even harder, and Theo dropped his hand from the back of her neck. He wasn’t touching her anywhere, just continuing with his conversation with Morgan about her stupid photography.
She bit the inside of her cheek until she tasted blood. And still he ignored her. She was on the verge of throwing the biggest hissy fit of her life when she caught Julian’s gaze again. He raised a brow, smug satisfaction all over his face, and the look was like a gut-punch.
It was a test. Theo said he had her under control, and Julian was testing it. That’s why Julian hadn’t pulled Morgan away. Lucinda shut her eyes for a moment and reined in all her emotions. She counted to ten in her head and tried to remember everything Theo had said. Tried to remember that he loved her and he wanted her to be his alone. And then she remembered his promise.
In a quick move, she lifted to her feet and crossed the room to the rack of equipment against the wall. She grabbed a flogger and moved back to Theo, dropping to her knees in front of him and bowing her head. She held the flogger up with both hands, presenting it to him like it was a gift.
She swallowed and then said in a shaky voice, “Master?”
∙•∙
His brat was spectacular. He’d watched her grow increasingly agitated. Watched her dig her nails into her perfect skin. And he waited. Waited to see if she trusted him enough. Waited to see if she could handle it. Waited to see what would finally set her off.
And she had undone him with her request.
“If you’ll excuse me, Morgan and Julian. I’ll speak with you later.”
Julian looked at Lucinda bowed before Theo. “I would’ve never believed it. Well done there.” Then he steered Morgan away and into a quiet corner.
Theo tilted Lucinda’s chin up. “That was very hard for you, brat?”
“Yes, Master.”
“And you brought this to me because you trust me to give you what you need.”
“I trust you with everything I have, Master.”
“Good. Because I’m going to beat your ass so hard you won’t be able to sit down for a week.”
She whimpered, and it was like a balm to his soul. She still wanted the pain. Even now. Even after finding solid ground as his submissive, she still wanted everything he could give her.
He took the flogger and leaned forward, tracing his fingers down her soft cheeks. She was magnificent in every way.
“Move in with me, sweetheart.”
She startled back. “Really?”
He was going to wait to answer. Plan out something amazing. But watching her tonight, he didn’t want to wait. He wanted her to know she was his everything. “Yes. Really. I want access to you all the time. I want my gorgeous slut waiting in my gorgeous house for me to make her scream.”
She smiled. “It’s about time you asked me.”
“Oh brat, you’ve just earned yourself a ball gag with that comment.”
She rolled her eyes. “Promises, promises.”
He lifted her to her feet and moved toward the spanking platform at the end of the room. Yes, promises, promises, and he intended to keep every single one.
Epilogue
Lucinda was happier than she’d ever been. Fully moved into Theo’s house. She had enrolled in some online classes to knock out some pre-reqs before she went back to school for real to get her arts education degree.
She taught her last class at Terra Incognita today. It was bittersweet, but she wanted to focus on her schooling, and Theo had converted one of his extra rooms into a pottery studio for her. Even promising her a kiln for Christmas.
It was late by the time she packed up her personal belongings and left the studio, the streets of St. Paul mostly quiet. She walked toward her car—the one Theo had bought her when she’d been in Georgia after finding her POS old one wasn’t worth fixing. She grinned at the absurdity of her owning such a lavish Lexus just to get to and from school. But she had no say in its purchase. She’d simply come home from Georgia and found her old beat-up unreliable piece of shit gone and this sleek black machine in its place. She heard the locks disengage as she approached the vehicle, and then she hesitated a step, tingles prickling up her neck. She quickened her pace and heard footsteps behind her. She fumbled for her cell phone, but before she could get it out, a body smashed her up against her car, blanketing her.
For a brief fraction of a second, her entire life flashed before her. And the injustice of it was overwhelming just when she’d gotten her life together.
She was about to scream when she heard a familiar voice whisper, “Fight me, brat.”
The nerves in her stomach shifted to something darker, something hungrier. And for a second, she felt ashamed by how much she wanted this.
But her pussy spoke for her, flooding with wetness at the breath hitting her neck and ear.
“You think I don’t understand you, sweetheart?” Theo said, his voice so soft but his body still pressed tightly against her. His hand slipped up to circle her neck. “You said no hard limits. And I’m guessing you’ve wanted to try this one for a while. If I’m wrong, you’ve got your safe word. You trust that I’ll stop immediately, don’t you, sweetheart?” He kicked her legs apart and pressed his thigh between them.
“Yes,” she breathed. She did trust. That’s why this game was so thrilling. Because she trusted him absolutely.
“Then fight me.”
With that, she twisted around and pushed him off, kicking him so he buckled to his knees. She dragged open her car door, but he was on her in a second, barely winded. She clawed at him, and he gripped both her hands above her head and pressed her body into the empty space between the door and the frame of the car. Her shoulders screamed in pain where he pressed them into the roof.
“Come on, my little fuck slut. Is that the best you’ve got?”
She kicked him again, but he’d sunk himself between her thighs, and with her arms pinned she had no purchase. Her breath was fast and choppy, and her tits ached where they pressed against her shirt.
“I’m so glad I insisted you start wearing skirts to work,” he said, flipping up the material and ripping her panties in one quick movement. He stuffed the torn material in his pocket as he continued, “I told you I liked you available to me.”
She bucked harder, trying to get him off at the same time her pussy was so wet she could feel it dripping down her thighs. He stabbed two fingers inside her, and she screamed. He added a third, and it hurt enough for her to come. Her body quaked, and he pulled out his fingers, lapping at them as he looked at her with his dark, dark eyes.
“I’m going to eat this pussy all nigh
t long when we get home. Then I’m going to shove my cock down your throat until you gag.”
She whimpered. “Yes.”
“You’re my perfect slut. Always so ready for every game.”
He opened up the fly to his pants and dug his fingers into her hips as he thrust into her. She screamed again, begging him to take her, fuck her, make her his.
Just as quickly, he removed his cock from her dripping pussy, yanked the torn panties from his pocket, and stuffed the wad of satin in her mouth, jamming it too hard, so much so that she fought against her gag reflex. He pressed on her chest, forcing her to bend and fold until she fell into the driver’s seat.
“Climb into the back. Lie on the floor behind the driver’s seat.”
She stared up at him, blinking through her shock.
“Now, slut. Do it.” He bent forward and thrust his hand between her legs, forcing them apart from her awkward position sideways in the seat. The steering wheel dug into her side as she leaned that direction to avoid his fingers.
She didn’t have space to escape him though, and he pinched her clit so hard she yelped behind the gag.
When he released her, he lifted one eyebrow. “Move.”
She scrambled with no level of grace to the back seat, climbing over the console to do so.
“Take your clothes off. And your bra. I want you naked on the floor with your hands clasped behind your back.”
She struggled to pull her dress over her head, letting it fall in a heap on the bench while Theo climbed behind the wheel. He cussed under his breath about the leg room. Seconds later, as he slammed the door, the seat closed in on her, giving him the space he needed and shrinking her spot as she popped her bra open with shaky fingers.
“On your hands and knees, slut. Face pressed to the floor,” he ordered as he pulled out of her spot and turned onto the street.
She inhaled slowly through her nose, hoping no one had seen him attack her in the parking lot. It was unlikely since she was the last one to leave the building, but getting pulled over would ruin her fantasy and land them both in hot water with the cop trying to explain the laws of consent.
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