The Dom's Deal: A Dark Contemporary BDSM Romance (The Pleasure Wars Book 1)

by Harper West

  This wasn't about her pleasure now. It was about working her up to the point that she would do anything to get me to let her come. I knew she had that point. Everyone had that point where they were so turned on and so desperate that they needed something to push them over the edge or they thought they would die.

  I'd been holding back a little with Ash, trying not to dump her in the deep in too soon, but gradually, I was raising the bar, making her take more and more of what I wanted her to take, just to see how she would react to it.

  So far, it was going beautifully.

  She was getting so wet for me, soaking my fingers and her panties while I played with her. Her face was red, and she was nearly biting through her lip in an effort to not show just how turned on she was. I could admire her determination, but I wanted to break it.

  "I can feel it, you know," I said. "How much you want it. You're not hiding anything from me when I've got my fingers in you. You're so wet and empty, aren't you, baby? You want something to fill you up and make you feel so good. Anything that would be enough to make you come, right? A toy, my fingers, my dick. Anything."

  She whimpered softly, and I shoved my fingers in deeper, forcing them as far in as they would go. I worked them fast, the wet sound of them squishing in and out of her echoing around us with the noise of her harsh breathing.

  She closed her eyes, and I could tell she was close, so I pulled my fingers free once more.

  Her eyes flew open, and she glared at me, anger and desperation clear on her face. "What the hell?" she demanded, and I laughed.

  "Did you really think it was going to be that easy?" I asked her. "Did you think I wasn't going to make you work for your pleasure? You've been a spoiled little thing, taking what I give and acting like a brat about it. Now you're going to have to earn it if you want to come."

  Her groan was pitiful, and I laughed, pushing my fingers right back into her and fucking her with them, getting her close but not letting her get to the peak she wanted.

  After the third time, she was gasping my name and little pleas, and I knew I had her.

  "What was that?" I asked. "I didn't quite hear you."

  "Please, Killian," she said. "Please, I wanna come. God."

  "Mm, I'm sure you do. But all your desperate little noises have gotten me worked up, so now I want to come," I said. "You'll have to take care of that first." I stepped back, making a show of licking her juices from my fingers. "Or I can let you go and you can go home and try to deal with it on your own. It's your choice."

  There was a very real chance she'd opt to go home over dealing with me, and that would be fair. When I saw her cheeks flush impossibly darker and her eyes slide away from me, I knew what she'd chosen.

  Chapter 13

  Killian

  "Okay," she mumbled.

  "Speak up, baby," I said, grinning.

  "I said okay," she snapped. "What do you want me to do?"

  "Get on your knees," I said. Easier said than done with her hands cuffed behind her back, but I didn't want this to be easy. I wanted this to be a lesson.

  I walked away from her, going to sit in the leather armchair about three feet away. I watched as she carefully went down on one knee, wobbling a little before getting her balance and sinking down to the other. She looked up at me expectantly, and I grinned, crooking a finger at her once more.

  Her head was bowed, and she didn't look me in the eye as she slowly made her way over, walking awkwardly on her knees until she was kneeling between my legs, a little out of breath.

  I smoothed her hair back from her face, laughing at the scowl she was sporting. She'd be scowling more than that before I was finished with her.

  "You're going to let me fuck your mouth," I told her. "And if you're lucky, I'll let you come before I'm done with you for the night. But you've got to make it good for me if you want that to happen. Do you understand?" I held her gaze, watching as emotions flickered across her face. She was aroused, I could tell from the heat in her eyes. "I asked you a question," I prompted her, and she nodded.

  "I understand."

  "Good girl," I praised. "Here, I'll even make it easier for you."

  I undid my own pants and pulled out my cock, already half hard and growing harder just from watching how desperate she'd been just moments ago.

  I stroked it slowly, and her eyes followed the motion of my hands. There was hunger there, no matter what she wanted to pretend, and I smirked, moaning softly at the feeling of my hand on my own cock.

  "Come on," I told her. "Make me feel good."

  I'd told her I was going to fuck her mouth, but I wanted to make her work a bit first. She scooted forward and leaned down, lips parting. Just the feeling of that warm breath on my cock was enough to have me shivering for her, and I licked my lips, waiting to see what she would do.

  She dipped down even lower, tongue slipping out from between those full lips to lap at the base of my cock before she made her way up the shaft. She didn't have the use of her hands to steady it, and I wasn't helping her anymore, so she had to work at it, using her tongue and her lips to find the head and suck on it lightly.

  I leaned back in the chair, setting one hand on her head to remind her I was there and could take the reins at any time, settling in to enjoy this.

  There was something about taking hands out of the equation that really made a woman apply herself to a blowjob. She couldn't reach out and grab the base or use her hands to cover the ground her mouth couldn't reach, so she had to put her back into it, bobbing her head and holding my cock in her mouth for longer, licking and sucking at it messily.

  Drool spilled out of her mouth and down the length of my cock, making it slick and sloppy, and she slurped it back up while she sucked. It felt damn good, I had to admit that, and watching her struggle to do this without making a complete mess of herself was hilarious. I could easily come just from letting her suck me clumsily, but I didn't want that. I wanted to force her to take what I wanted her to have, so I wound my fingers into her ponytail, and jerked her head back, pulling her off of my cock with a wet pop.

  "That was pretty good," I said, voice low with desire. "But now let me show you how I really like it. Open your mouth."

  She did as she was told, parting her lips and holding her mouth open, and I pulled her head down, using her hair like a leash. Ash had to go where I dragged her, and she took my cock in her mouth, gagging when I pushed past the point where she was comfortable at first.

  I didn't let up, though. She was going to be a mess when I was done with her, and if I did it right, she'd be even hornier than she was to begin with.

  I let her up a bit, watching as she snatched a few precious breaths of air before I was forcing her back down, pushing right into the back of her throat.

  This time she was more ready, and she only spluttered a little bit, holding me there while I savored the feeling of her mouth, hot and wet around me.

  "Good girl," I praised, feeling that electric pleasure tingling at the base of my spine. "Fucking good girl."

  She gagged, twisting in my hold because she wanted to breathe, I was sure, so I pulled her up and off my cock, letting her pant.

  Her lips were red and shiny with drool, and there were already tears starting to show in her eyes from not being able to breathe. It was a damn good look for her.

  "You were made for this," I said. "Such a perfect little hole for me. One of these days I'm going to fuck that pretty pussy of yours the same way I'm fucking your mouth, and I'm not going to stop until you're a ruined mess for me."

  Ash whimpered, and her eyes were bleeding dark with desire.

  "Yeah, I thought you'd like that," I said, and then pulled her right back down, stuffing more of my cock in her mouth.

  She used her tongue, rubbing it against the underside of my dick, sucking where she could, but for the most part, I was using her mouth like it was just another hole to bring me pleasure. I bucked my hips up, fucking deep and hot into her mouth, sliding into he
r throat over and over again until I was poised right there on the edge and was ready to spill myself.

  She really did have a perfect mouth for this.

  I debated coming on her face, but I wanted to see her swallow what I had to give her, so I pushed deep into her throat and held myself there, moving my hips in small thrusts until she swallowed around me and I was done for, losing it with a soft curse. I spurted jet after jet of my hot come down her throat, and she gagged but took it all.

  Fuck, that was hot. I kept my cock there, letting it soften while it spurted the last bit of my release, and then I pulled it free, watching Ash as she gulped down air and shivered. She looked like a used mess, and I wanted nothing more than to pull her into my lap and kiss her senseless. I didn't think she'd take so kindly to that, so I held myself back.

  I caught my breath, stroking fingers through her hair, and she let me do it, seeming to almost take comfort in the gesture. That was nice to know. Maybe she was a little more amenable to things when she was worn out from having her throat fucked.

  I had made a promise, though, and she'd done such a good job that I meant to keep it.

  "Do you still want to come, sweetheart?" I asked her.

  She didn't even glare at me for using the pet name. Instead she just nodded eagerly, shifting so she was sitting back on her spread knees.

  "Use your words," I teased, and this time she did glare, but she licked her lips and did as I said.

  "Please. Fuck, I'm so... please make me come." Her voice was raspy from having my cock jammed down her throat, and even though I was spent, my cock gave a little twitch at the knowledge that I could affect her like that.

  She'd even said please, so there was no reason not to give her what she wanted. "Alright," I said. "Come up here."

  I watched her as she struggled to her feet without the use of her hands and then managed to get herself in my lap on the chair. I helped her position herself so she was half raised up, and I pushed my hand back into her pants, ready to give her what she'd been begging for.

  Her pussy was soaked. Her underwear was wet, and her pussy was hot and practically dripping when I slipped my fingers into it. As soon as I was touching her, she tipped her head back, moaning.

  "For someone who claims not to like anything to do with this, you're awfully wet," I teased her, wanting to see the look on her face.

  It didn't even look like she cared. She was rolling her hips, bucking them forward and biting down on her lip, focused only on getting off.

  And she was fucking gorgeous like that, too. The flush on her face, the way her lips were still red and slick from sucking my cock. Her hair was a mess, and she didn't seem to care now that there was an orgasm on the horizon for her.

  Every time we played together, it gave me more ideas for what I wanted to do to her. There were so many ways I could make her mine and make her beg me for more. We had only just scratched the surface, really, and I had so many more toys and things to use.

  I kept fucking her with my fingers, working them in and out, using two at first and then adding a third just to make sure she'd really feel it.

  She moaned my name, and I savored the sound, my free hand coming up to cup her breast through her shirt, finding a nipple and pinching it hard.

  Ash keened for me, breathing hard and riding my hand, just inches away from losing it just from this.

  I couldn't wait to fuck her. I wanted to see if she'd be the gorgeously needy when it was my cock in her and not fingers or a toy. I was willing to bet she would be.

  Finally, she was too close to stop herself, and she managed to get out a broken sounding, "I'm so--I'm gonna--" and then she was falling apart, crying out and going tight around my fingers, shaking and nearly sobbing while she came.

  I kept my eyes on her face, watching her. Her eyes were closed, and she looked so free, not scowling or pinched or worried at all.

  It was probably the most carefree that I'd ever seen her, and I liked the way it looked.

  I stroked her through her orgasm before pulling my fingers out. I thought about making her suck them clean, but she seemed too overwhelmed to really do it well. So I reached over to the end table and grabbed tissues from the box, cleaning my hand up while she sat in my lap and caught her breath.

  I expected her to get up and get off me as soon as she could, but instead she leaned forward, slumping against me, and I could feel the rapid beat of her heart.

  For a second I just sat there, surprised, and then I remembered her hands were cuffed and probably her wrists were hurting. The key was in my pocket, so I dug for it and released her, freeing her wrists one by one from the metal.

  I pulled each one forward and went about rubbing feeling back into them, taking in the red indentations the handcuffs had left in her skin.

  They wouldn't bruise, so no one would know, but they would be a little sore, and she'd know. She'd remember what I'd done to her and how she begged me to let her come, and I liked that.

  "Are you okay?" I asked her finally, stroking her hair a bit while she sat there.

  "Yeah," she managed. "I'm okay. Tired."

  "Rest here for a bit. I can take you home."

  She shook her head. "I'll call a car."

  "That costs money, you know," I pointed out. "I could just drive you."

  "S'your money," she said, and there was a little smile to her tone that made me roll my eyes.

  "If that's how you want to be, then fine. But rest here for a bit, either way. I don't want you getting in a car with a stranger while you're this out of it."

  "Why do you care?" she mumbled, and there wasn't an accusation in her tone, just curiosity.

  I shrugged, because I wasn't ashamed of the answer. "Because you're my responsibility while you're like this, and that means something. Here, budge up a bit."

  I wiggled my way out from under her, letting her curl up in the chair while I went to get her a glass of water and to see if there was anything to eat.

  Once I was sure she was back in charge of her faculties, she could go home, but not before.

  Chapter 14

  Ash

  Killian was such a weird guy when I really thought about it, and unfortunately for me, apparently that was what my mind wanted to focus on at seven-thirty in the morning when I could have been getting more sleep before my first class of the day.

  I couldn't stop thinking about the night before. Diana had given me a lot of insight into the mind of the mediocre Dom, and ever since I'd met him and learned about his weird fetishes, I'd considered Killian pretty mediocre. Then I had to think about him giving me water and food before he let me go home, and petting my hair softly while I came down from my orgasm and that soft, floaty feeling I'd been wrapped up in.

  He was almost insistent that I should let him drive me home because it was safer, but when I told him I didn't want that, he just made sure I was able to get in the car myself without having any issues.

  So there was a soft side to him, for sure. Then there was the side of him that had pressed a butt plug into my hand on the way out and told me he wanted me to wear it for him the next day when I had class.

  So. He wasn't all good.

  He was motivated by the things that got him off and money, and that was pretty much it. Apparently making sure I didn't get murdered by a rideshare driver was up there on his list of priorities, but probably mostly because it would be messy for him to deal with since we were legally married. I didn't think his dad's contract about the money had anything clauses about what happened if his wife died before they reached the one-year mark.

  Maybe it did. Rich people were weird like that.

  I dragged myself out of bed and headed for the shower. The plug was still sitting on the edge of the sink where I'd left it when I came home, the green gem winking at me in the fluorescent lighting like it knew I'd been considering throwing it away out of sheer embarrassment.

  I didn't know why I'd agreed to this. I could have just lied. Told him 'oh yeah, su
re, I definitely put the plug in, oooh it feels so good' and went on with my day. The contract stipulated I had to do these degrading things, but there were loopholes for a reason. Apparently, I had too much of a sense of integrity to capitalize on that for some reason. I'd rather have believed it was that than some kind of sick sense of curiosity.

  But there I was, in my bathroom in the morning before I had to be in class, holding the stupid little butt plug and glaring down at it, since I didn’t have him in front of me to direct my anger at.

  I gave myself half an hour to try and make this work.

  I wasn't... opposed to butt stuff. Not in the way Killian seemed to think I was. I'd had anal sex before, and it was fine. I definitely hadn't enjoyed it the way the guy I was sleeping with seemed to, but whatever. Maybe my ass wasn't an erogenous zone or whatever. That was fine.

  I didn't see how this little silicone plug was going to do anything at all for me. It was for Killian and his sick need to control everything. He wanted to think about me sitting in class with a plug in my ass and get off to it, because he was a pervert.

  I was wasting time being angry about it, and I had things to do.

  Carefully, I went for the lube, slicking up my fingers before I bent over, resting one arm on the counter to brace myself. I slipped my hand back to my ass and traced the puckered hole with one slick finger, spreading the lube around before probing inside.

  My breath caught because, actually, that wasn't bad. There was something about the way it felt, sliding in smooth and unhampered, that made me shudder in pleasure.

  I worked that finger in and out for a bit and then added another one, gasping softly at the full feeling. It was a low burn while my hole stretched out, and I was tempted to let my other hand slide down and play with my pussy, but I didn't have time for that. I still needed to get dressed and get out the door.

  I'd calm down on the drive to class, probably.