by Linzi Basset
“You’re a natural submissive, little one, and the rest will come over time. All you need to do is trust that I know what’s best for your body and promise you’ll talk to me. Communication in a BDSM relationship is imperative.”
“Believe me, Hunter. I have no problem verbalizing my thoughts.”
He chuckled as a vision of her lounging against the door while cutting down Amy flashed through his mind.
“So I noticed.” His eyes narrowed. “The first thing you need to learn is that I’ll be in control sexually and in that dynamic, you’ll always call me Sir.”
A tiny frown slashed between her brows. “Does that mean I can’t take initiative during sex?”
“Only when I allow you to.” His lips twitched at her pouting lips. He continued to stroke his cock lazily. His naked body was relaxed as he watched her nipples grow hard under his stare. “Secondly, you’re not allowed to climax unless I give you permission to do so.”
“You’re not serious.”
“You’ll soon learn that everything I say and do as a Dom is serious and has a purpose. I love your sassy nature, baby, but overstepping the boundaries I set will always come with a price.”
“And here I thought that kind of thing only happens in BDSM novels.”
He was enchanted by the woebegone expression on her face. She was a woman of contrast but one he couldn’t wait to unravel and put back together again—as his submissive.
He leaned in a little closer and rested his forehead against hers. Her scent flooded his senses as he allowed the feeling of acceptance to rush through him.
Hunter Scott had found the woman who was his home.
His lips brushed over hers. Not innocently or teasingly, but hot, fiery, passionate, and demanding. Rachel moaned as she fought the desire to lose herself in him. She needed to slam on the brakes and ease into this, but his lips soon dissolved any thought from her mind as she slowly lost the battle. Every brush of his soft lips seduced her senses and stole her ability to think.
“Rachel,” he whispered, dragging out each letter like he savored them. Power surged through him as she caught his face between her hands and trustingly gave herself over to the kiss.
Hunter drew back and stared at her, his eyes swirled with lust and desire. She was still attempting to wrap her mind around it when he yanked her closer and covered her mouth in a hungry kiss. It catapulted her onto a cloud of euphoria; she was floating. It was magical, the way his lips took possession of hers; softly, the caress gentler than she could have imagined. The intimacy of the kiss heated her body like a flash fire.
Hunter took a step back.
“To answer your earlier question; yes, my pet. I want you naked.” He yanked off the duvet and she watched it flutter to the floor. “And I want you in the middle of the bed when I return.”
Rachel willed her legs to stop trembling as she watched him stride to the door.
“Where are you going?”
“To my dungeon to fetch some toys.”
She stared at the empty space where he’d been seconds before. Her voice cracked as she puffed, “A dungeon? He’s got a freaking dungeon in his house?” If not for the fact that she was shit scared he’d tie her up in the dungeon, she’d have chased after him. She knew she wasn’t ready for that. For one thing, she’d probably freeze up if it contained half the torture equipment she’d seen while doing research.
When he returned, she was lying naked on the sheets, her body covered in a thin nacreous sheen of moisture. She’d left the light off but the slithers of moonlight played a game of hide and seek over the landscape of her sensual body, brushing the valleys and curves with a silver nascent beam before it moved on to artfully swirl off into the darkness that had fallen.
Their eyes met over the distance—a hint of a shining beacon in the dimness of the room. The heat in his eyes scorched over her skin as he approached the bed. She felt vulnerable in the wake of the promises glimmering in his gaze, paralyzed with a feeling of being winded and she struggled to breathe.
“You truly are a sensual Venus of perfection, little one. Just look at this,” he murmured as he traced a finger over the rounded curve of her belly. “Your skin is glistening with sensual excitement.” He cupped one of the rounded globes of her breasts, watching how the moonbeams danced over the rose-colored tips.
Hunter loved how she kept watching him unwaveringly, completely comfortable with her nakedness and without any false modesty.
He leaned over and switched on the bedside lamp. “You are beautiful, my lovely sub, and I want to see every inch of you.”
Her soft gasp was reiterated by her eyes that shone like pools of iridescent blue on her flawless face. His breath wheezed through his teeth as her gaze slowly traveled over his body. It was like a touch of her lips against his heated skin.
“Oh, my,” she murmured as her eyes were hijacked by the sight of the drops moistening the purplish glands as he once again started stroking his cock. Her dark red tresses shimmered as she sat up and tilted her head.
“Fuck, Rachel,” Hunter graveled in a strangled voice as she leaned over and flicked her tongue to sensually lick the viscous drops from his turgid head.
“There was no third rule that said I’m not allowed to touch,” she countered as his nebulous gaze held hers captive. As of their own volition, her hands brushed over his thighs, softly kneading the strong ropey muscles she found there. She lowered her gaze to his hard, aroused length before she peeked up at him through the sooty fan of her eyelashes. “Are you going to make me wait, Sir? I came here because I—oh!” she gasped as he pushed her onto her back and straddled her—all in one unhurried movement. She stared up at him with wide, expectant eyes.
His grin was wicked and warned her that all kinds of pleasures awaited her, or was it perhaps his—at her expense?
Chapter Eight
“What are you doing?” she shrieked as he caught both her wrists in one of his hands and forced them above her head. Before she could blink, he used the rope already in place to tie them to the wrought iron headboard.
“Making sure you understand what’s lying ahead for you, my pet.”
Her eyes narrowed as she twisted her head to look at the headboard. It had been designed to accommodate bondage. Her voice clipped like a pick chipping at ice. “How many women have you tied to this bed?”
He chuckled and patted her on the nose. “We’re not going there, sub.” He pinched her bottom lip between his fingers as she opened her mouth to lash out at him. “No, Rachel. It ends here. Both of us have a sexual past and that’s exactly where it’s going to stay. The only thing that matters from this point forward is the two of us and the pleasures we’re going to find in each other.”
She snorted and then wailed in pain as he tightened his grip and pulled on her lip. He slowly got off her and stood next to the bed. The dark tone of his voice rippled through her mind. “Do not invite punishment unnecessarily, my pet. Open defiance is something I won’t tolerate, especially in my bedroom.” He relaxed his fingers and gentled the pain with a soft brush over the swollen pout.
Rachel arched into his hands when he ran them over her body, from shoulder to ankle and back, taking special care to avoid the three places that ached for his touch. His grin was proof that the devil knew exactly how needy she was.
“Yes, little one, I can smell you, and fuck, it’s the headiest bouquet to ever have tickled my nostrils.”
His words penetrated her lust-filled mind. It was bad enough that he had the senses of an animal, but to be able to read her mind was disconcerting. A burst of red exploded all over her body as she realized what he meant. Her eyes sought out his.
“Are you saying you can smell my arousal?”
“Indeed. Now, since I wish you to be out of your mind by the time I sink my cock inside your delectable and very wet pussy, I’ve got a very special treat planned for you.”
“Hell no,” she puffed as she recognized the nipple clamps he picked up from
the bedside table. “In case you’re not aware what a treat means, it sure as hell doesn’t include pain.” She all but shrunk into the mattress as he sat down beside her.
“Hmm, I love your tits, baby. So soft and round. I could suck on them all day long.”
“Oh, lord,” she moaned as he did just that and pulled a nipple deep into his mouth to nibble and suck. First the one and then the other. His eyes glimmered with mirth as he sat up and rolled a hard nub between his fingers.
“Am I right in guessing that you’ve never felt the sting of nipple clamps, my pet?”
“Yes, and I don’t particularly wish to now either.”
He smiled tenderly as he continued to play with her nipples, well aware that she’d clamped her thighs together to stifle the surge of heat that flooded her loins.
“These are alligator clamps.” He held them up for her to inspect. He tapped at the chain connecting them. “This is for added pleasure.” He chuckled at the dubious expression on her face. “I know it’s your first time, my pet, which is why I chose these. I’ll ensure you’re comfortable with the intensity at first before I tighten it with the screws.” She tried to etch away from him when he reached for her nipple. “Relax and breathe through the pain. Once you get past the first couple of seconds, it’ll give you an added burst of pleasure.”
“Oh, shit!” she wailed as he released the prongs and pain shot to her brain.
“Breathe, sub. In and out. Come on, once more with me.” He patted the underside of her breasts. “Good girl.”
Rachel was still trying to understand the flush of warmth that filled her body at the praise when he put the other clamp in place.
“Hell and damnation, it hurts.” She followed his lead as he coaxed her to breathe in and out. To her surprise, she found he was right as the stinging pain settled into a low throb. Not a gut-wrenching pain but a pleasurable pinch that seemed to be mirrored by the sudden constant throbbing of her clit.
“Yes, soon we’ll add one to that little pearly nub as well.”
She clamped her legs even tighter. “Like hell we will.”
His laugh rumbled from his chest and it left her in no doubt that should he decide it was time, she would gladly spread her legs on his command.
“W-what are you gonna do with that?” Her voice sounded thin to her own ears as she stared at the flogger he picked up and snapped against his palm. It was roughly fifteen inches long, from the short glass handle to the edge of the gray strips.
“This, my little subbie, is a pussy whip, and no, I’ve never used it on anyone else. All the equipment in my dungeon is new and only meant for you.”
That little tidbit of information did little to set her mind at rest as her eyes remained glued on the flogger.
“I don’t want my pussy whipped,” she managed in a small voice.
Hunter remained standing next to the bed. He watched her intently.
“This isn’t about pain, Rachel. It’s about testing your commitment to becoming my submissive; more accurately, your trust in me not to hurt you more than you can endure and to know I’ll always give your body exactly what it needs.”
Of course, he had to use that dreaded word. It was the one thing no BDSM relationship could survive without. Trust.
“I guess since you put it that way …” She lifted her head and searched the bedside table. “I don’t see more cuffs. How are you going to tie my feet?”
A small smile indulged his lips. “I’m not. That’s the actual test, my pet.” He kneeled on one leg and spread her legs apart. “Bend your knees and pull your legs up against your waist as far as you can.”
“You … you expect me to keep my legs open while you whip me?” she all but shrieked as her numb limbs gave in to the pressure of his hands to manipulate them as he desired.
“I do.” His expression remained firm and demanding. For the first time, Rachel recognized the confidence that oozed from him for what it was. Power. He exerted it effortlessly and the domination that stemmed from it, wrapped itself snuggly around the submissive inside her, urging her to offer exactly what he wanted from her.
Completely under his control, without any constraints.
“Always remember that you have the right to use your safeword. Just know this, Rachel, I expect you to endure as much as you can. This is all new, but we’ll only succeed to tap into the submissive inside you if you give in to the lure of what has been begging to be released.”
“Which is what exactly?”
“The woman yearning to be sexually dominated.”
She nodded and flinched as he once again slapped the whip against his palm. She dragged in a deep breath and willed her thundering heart to settle into a slow, steady rhythm. Her eyes dropped below his waist as he got onto the bed and sat on his knees at the bottom of the bed. She swallowed the drool forming in her mouth.
God, I hope he’s gonna make this quick. I need that hardness inside me!
She closed her eyes. “I’m ready, Sir.”
“Have I told you I love hearing you call me Sir, little one?”
“No, but your cock saluting me did the first time I said it.”
He chuckled, pleasure vibrating within the sound. “In the future, I’m going to want your eyes open, but for now, you may keep them closed.”
Her breath caught as he ran the strips of the whip up and down over her spread open pussy.
Crack. Crack. Crack.
The only sound leaving Rachel’s lips was a surprised puff. It felt more like a caress than a strike from a flogger. He continued with the sweeping motions until her hips raised in expectation for more after each strike. Her moan sounded like a harmonious plea of lust as he brushed his palm over her pussy, up and down with a brief dip of a finger inside her soaked channel, ending with a tantalizing flick over her clit.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
“Oww,” she cried as he continued but amped up the intensity with each set, alternating with erotic caresses in between. It didn’t take long for Rachel to be completely mindless. Her loins screamed for release and her clit throbbed with a wildness that left her panting as she lifted her hips into each strike that followed.
“Time for these to come off, my pet.”
She couldn’t focus on anything but the insistent pressure that held her lower body prisoner, let alone decipher the words that floated through her brain.
“Ohh, gaawd, you feel so good,” she mewled as he slowly pushed the tip of his cock inside her wet pussy.
“Feel free to come, my pet,” he drawled; his jaw was locked in readiness as he took hold of the prongs of the clamps. He released them simultaneously and thrust hilt deep inside her at the same time.
“Fuucck!” she screamed as her body bowed in an arch from the combination of pain as the blood flooded the abused vessels of her nipples and the force of a climax that felt like it was splintering her insides into a million pieces.
Heat exploded inside Hunter’s veins as the muscles around his shaft spasmed with uncontrollable bursts. He leaned down and brushed his lips over her spread open mouth as she gasped for breath. He stared into her face, watching her breasts bounce as her chest heaved with the quick, shallow breaths she desperately forced into her lungs.
“Fuck, baby, do you have any idea how beautiful you are at this moment?” He took a deep breath as he began to rock into her with a slow, mesmerizing rhythm, aware that she was still caught in the claws of the climax that kept her shuddering helplessly. “You do something to me, Rachel. You have from the very first time we met at that auction years ago. Feeling your skin against mine is like divine fire for my soul, your voice is intoxicating in all the finest of ways.”
His silvery tone reached all the way to her soul, combined with the pressure that started building inside her once again, threatening to cast her under a rogue wave that wouldn’t let go.
She opened her eyes as he traced her face with a gentle finger. The force of his gaze swamped her mind with the passion that magnifi
ed an intimate spark she couldn’t deny. His unsmiling face heightened the hot intensity of his gaze. It shimmered and shone from a raging inferno inside him, begging for release.
He placed soft kisses along her jawline, gently tugging on her nipples. She felt his smile as she moaned in protest as he withdrew his length from her and kissed a hot path of seduction down her body.
“I need a taste, baby. To sup at a little piece of heaven,” he murmured against the soft skin of her stomach as he trailed hot, wet kisses downward.
“Oh, god,” Rachel moaned at his tongue flicking over her clitoris. He painted tantalizing circles around it before he sucked it with a lascivious growl into his mouth.
Hunter was quickly losing himself in her. She wasn’t a flirt and had never used feminine wiles to entice him. It was her vibrant nature that attracted him; how she unwittingly promised and tormented him with heated looks. She was different from the women he dated or scened with. It was intoxicating and tugged at his resolve. She was the kind of woman who could easily make him lose control.
Her hips thrashed against him.
“Keep still,” he snapped as he spanned her buttocks to hold her in place. Her lustful cries were testament to the burst of fire searing through her from his prurient touch.
“You taste delicious, Rachel.” He tickled her slit with the tip of his tongue. “You must be a witch. I have no resolve in the face of your wanton desire. You’re fucking irresistible, little one,” he murmured against her pussy, inebriated by the aroma that consumed his mind.
“That feels so good.” She looked at him. “You feel so warm,” she murmured in awe of his skin scorching hers. “It feels like there’s a fire burning inside you.”
“It’s you, little one. You awakened the fever of lust. And I need this elixir to ease my hunger.” His tongue flicked over her labia once, twice, and then he plunged his tongue deep inside, lapping at the silken folds that clenched around him. He growled in satisfaction as he sucked and licked the generous offering he found in his quest.
