Pandora's Pleasure: An Enemies-to-Lovers Romance

by Vanessa Fewings

  All I had to do was say a few words to get Damien’s attention and let him see the diamond studded pendant around my neck—if he actually recognized it.

  Up until now, I’d believed that strong women didn’t bow before their men. They ruled alongside them. I’d been startled by Madeline’s confession—she was a dominatrix, a woman who liked to master men.

  I could see myself becoming obsessed with all that erotic pleasure…coming hard like all those women in Madeline’s collection of evidence she’d pulled out for me. I shuddered while recalling each one…their expressions of lust and a wanton sexuality that I’d only fantasized about.

  Damien sensed my presence.

  He’d frozen mid-sip as he looked my way, his jaw slack, his eyes ablaze.

  I saw a blur of movement to my right and a strong hand grabbed my arm.

  “And we’re walking. We’re walking.” Theo led me out of the anteroom.

  He gestured to one of the men from my father’s security team who was present in the foyer, as though to say, I have her.

  “Excuse me,” I said, annoyed.

  “Look over there,” he answered, unperturbed by my resistance. “Smile for the camera.”

  Instinctively, I brightened for the lens pointing our way. “I need to speak with my fiancé.”

  “He’ll call you.”

  I tried to pull away. “Where are we going?”

  Theo manhandled me through the crowd and guided me out through the front door of the hotel. He’d lost his mind. No one had ever dared to touch me like this.

  “Where are we going?” I snapped.

  With a quick motion to the valet, Theo demanded his car be brought round. He seemed to change his mind as the man bent to search for the keys, seemingly taking too long.

  “Fuck it.” Theo reached in and grabbed them himself and threw down his valet ticket. “Tell me where my Tesla is.”

  “I’m staying,” I said, feeling bad for the valet who looked panicked at breaking protocol.

  A button was pushed on Theo’s fob, causing an alarm to ping his car’s location nearby. “This way.”

  “I’m quite capable of getting home myself.”

  “Not sure I believe you.” He cast a glance my way and caught sight of my pendant. “Who have you been talking to?”

  My free hand snapped to the necklace. Had it elicited his reaction?

  Theo was acting like I’d just revealed a bombshell, so he had to know its meaning, too. He opened the front passenger door of a sporty Tesla and nudged me inside.

  “Okay, okay,” I said as I settled into the comfortable cream seat.

  His eyes focused on something from the direction we’d come.

  Following his line of sight through the windshield, blinking into the dusky night, I saw Damien standing not that far away. He had his hands shoved inside his pockets, his glare locked on us, an expression of fury on his face that was pure Godman.

  “Shit,” muttered Theo, as Damien stalked toward us.

  Damien sidled up to Theo and stood chest to chest with him.

  “I have no idea,” said Theo. “I’m handling it.”

  Were they talking in code about where I’d gotten this pendant?

  “I’ve got this,” said Damien. “Pandora, come with me.”

  I froze, seeing the stern looks exchanged between the two men.

  With a deepening frown, Theo leaned down to look at me and gestured for me to get out of the car. “He’s taking you home.”

  I raised my chin in defiance.

  “He’ll drag you out, Pandora,” Theo warned. “And not in a fun way.”

  “I’m going back inside,” I declared.

  Damien clenched his jaw. “No, you’re not.”

  My heart did a flip-flop.

  What the hell was happening?

  Damien nudged Theo out of the way and reached in for me. “Come.”

  I ignored his hand.

  Surprisingly, Damien looked calm. “This is what an order looks like. Obey.”

  Swallowing my doubt, I relented and let him take my hand to assist me out of the car. He led me towards a limo parked close by.

  “I can make my own way,” I told him.

  “In all honesty, I’m questioning your judgment on any decision right now.” Damien glanced back at Theo. “Tell her parents she’s with me.”

  “Will do,” said Theo.

  Damien opened the rear door of the limo. “In.”

  He was too quick for the chauffeur, who appeared flustered that he’d failed to open the door for us.

  “I’ve got it, Jacob,” Damien reassured him. “Home. Right away, please.”

  Was he taking me to Foxhall Crescent? It was a place I’d never seen, but I’d heard it was his private home. Climbing into the back passenger seat, I noticed the privacy glass was already up.

  “Are you dropping me off first?”

  “When we’re seen together—” Damien climbed in beside me. “At least try to look happy about it.”

  “I’ve been taught to show no reaction to anything either way,” I chided. “Hiding my emotions is what I do best.”

  “You give resting bitch face a run for its money,” he muttered. “I know that.”

  “I would have been very happy to be taken home by Theo.”

  “Thank goodness it was him who approached you first, you naive brat.”

  I bristled at his tone. “What are you talking about?”

  He turned to face me, glaring, deep chestnut eyes burning an entirely new universe into mine.

  A sigh found its way through my trembling lips. I wasn’t going to relent, wasn’t going to let him bully me.

  I realized he was staring at the necklace.

  “Explain,” he said quietly.

  My hand snapped to the diamond key. “This?”

  He gave a nod.

  “I’m wearing it because I’m worthy.”

  He looked unconvinced, those muscles along his jaw tensing with suppressed rage. “Have you any idea what that necklace means?”

  “Go on, then. Tell me, Damien Godman.”

  He let out an exasperated sigh. “I’m going around in circles with you. I always do.”

  “My feelings exactly. You always need to have the last word.”

  Madeline was right about the necklace. It had sent Damien over the edge. I’d never seen him behave like this toward me.

  I felt our passion alighting like a dancing flame, the air crackling with electricity that sparked between us. He had loosened his tie, and his eyelids had become heavy the way they’d done back in his loft when his fingers had grazed my sex.

  I tapped the chain. “Clearly you can’t handle me wearing this.”

  He gave me a predatory look. “I’m going to show you what it means.”

  “I think I’d like that.”

  “Silence, Pandora. This is where you watch and learn. Think you can do that?” He tugged his tie off. “Turn around.”

  “Why?”

  “I’m going to bind your wrists.”

  “No, you’re not.”

  “That necklace tells me I can. Now turn the fuck around.”

  I hesitated, but then turned my back on him to give him better access to my wrists.

  It was happening.

  He was making me his plaything.

  Damien focused, following through on his threat. He yanked my wrists together with force and tugged tight, binding them behind my back.

  Leaving me vulnerable.

  “That’s a clavis around your neck,” he said, leaning close to my ear. “Let’s see if you know its meaning.”

  My focus shifted from tying Pandora’s wrists to admiring the way she calmly breathed through the process of having her hands bound behind her back.

  She was letting it happen.

  Her promising reaction caused an erotic charge to surge through my veins—awakening a need in the darkest part of my psyche. I felt a spark of affection flare inside me, lowering my guard,
allowing me to see her in a new way.

  This wasn’t the girl I thought I knew.

  She glanced back over her shoulder at me, her plump lips pouting.

  “Are you even still a virgin?” I chided.

  The look on her face led me to believe she might be. Still, what kind of virgin wears the clavis, the mark of a submissive? Either way, the symbol riled my diabolical side, which she was about to become acquainted with. I’d hidden that part of myself from her, assuming she’d never see me like this—now I felt hope rising for a relationship between us I’d believed impossible.

  How the hell had she ended up wearing this key?

  I could be over thinking the situation, but Theo had been wondering the same thing—who the hell had given it to her?

  With her hands tied at her lower spine, Pandora was forced to push her chest forward and keep her back straight—the glint of diamonds at her throat assuring me of her willingness to comply with utter submission.

  What she’d done was the equivalent of setting a match to gasoline and watching the flames fan around her. She gave her consent the moment the catch closed at her nape.

  Her vulnerability was stirring my debauchery; it flared white hot and blinding.

  It would be easy to do whatever I wanted to her in the back of this car as retribution for daring to wear what she had no right to.

  Vanguardians…owning a submissive was our veritable right.

  “I want this,” she whispered.

  Really?

  You dare to tease me? After I’ve bound your fucking wrists.

  What was meant to follow was me diving deep into my proclivity, forgetting what day or even month it was within minutes. A surge of arousal heated my flesh and caused my dick to ache for this. I wanted Pandora to need this just as much, for her offering to be real.

  That pendant could unlock her hidden desires.

  I’d devour them as my own.

  Be the fucking adult here and shut this down.

  Or, something altogether different—strike with retaliation for her haughtiness to think she could pull this off and I’d fall for it.

  Because she had dared to tease me, I placed my palm at her throat, squeezing her neck tight for the delicious entertainment of it. Fear flooded her eyes—a gift from a submissive to her master.

  Could this be us?

  Could we make this work?

  No.

  Right now, it was imperative I see through her scheming and scare her off. There’d be no compromise. In reality, she’d never agree to my demands. Lesser submissives had crumbled under my sway.

  She was no different.

  Finding a woman I loved who would succumb to my needs was an ambition I had yet to realize. She’d need to publicly shine like a goddess and in the bedroom shimmer under my complete dominance.

  My hand slipped from her throat and she sucked in oxygen, gulping hungrily.

  Cue her screaming…

  I watched her face closely, waiting for the hysteria, bracing myself for a torrent of curses being flung my way. Maybe she’d realize she was close to drowning in the deep, dark ocean of my lust.

  Her breathing slowed as she assessed me with her crystal blue eyes, her gaze roaming over me and settling on my erection.

  “You have my attention,” I said gruffly. “Do I have yours?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  I taunted her with a sneer. Nice try, but not convinced.

  “Show me what happens now,” she whispered.

  “You mean if that necklace stays on?” I reached for the catch at her nape. “Which it won’t.”

  She shifted away a little. “No.”

  “If you keep it on, I will punish you for wearing it.”

  A shade of doubt clouded her eyes, but then she lifted her chin. “I deserve it.”

  Very well…

  I eased the straps of her gown off her shoulders and pulled the bodice down, along with her bra, until her breasts were bared. “I’ll start here.”

  I pinched her nipples to punish her, taking my adrenaline-soaked arousal out on those beaded buds until they responded to my twisting.

  “Oh, please,” she said, gasping.

  So many ideas flashed through my filthy mind about how I could abuse her, get off on having her subjugated before me.

  Pandora let out a long groan inviting more punishment, her wrists twisting to escape as she writhed before me, her hips rocking on the leather seat as though imagining how it would feel to ride me.

  I massaged her breasts with the authority of a man who knew how to wield bliss, and was rewarded with her throaty, needy cry in response. The erotic sound caused my cock to harden even more.

  My hands moved beneath her hem and past her panties, my thumb rubbing her clit to prepare her for finger-fucking.

  Think.

  And not with your balls.

  If she was a virgin and this was a ruse, fucking her in the back of a car could traumatize her.

  I wasn’t that kind of monster.

  But she thought I was…

  I pulled my fingers away from her and brought them up to her mouth, letting her lick her own juices.

  “Show me what you like,” she whispered.

  Having a sub wear this emblem was a rare and beautiful accomplishment. It was possible, but only the highly trained and well-prepared lovers endured what their masters demanded. It didn’t make sense that she was wearing the necklace.

  I tried to flood doubt out of my thoughts, leaning in and drawing a pert nipple into my mouth and suckling, letting the way my tongue formed sensual circles around her areola serve as a precursor to more.

  Six months of not having this, of dating Pandora and remaining loyal, because that was the only way my heart had navigated around what we were. Here, now, my soul was rejoicing that my sexual starvation was over.

  If only she knew what I was capable of. The gifts I yearned to give her if I kept her as a toy. If I allowed myself the privilege of believing she wanted this, wrecking Pandora was going to be the grandest gift I gave myself.

  Because she was Pandora Aria Bardot—the most exquisite sub a man could own.

  “It’s not enough,” she begged.

  I freed her hands from my necktie. “Patience.”

  Pandora’s natural beauty felt like a trick of nature. She seduced with her presence, her exquisite blue eyes promising mystery. The way her tongue darted to wet her lips was a thing of beauty and dangerously arousing—she’d be exquisite to watch when coming with my dick inside her. Her awe of being subjugated would be equivalent to modern art.

  Lifting her gown, I pulled her thong down her legs and off her feet, shoving it in my jacket pocket. She knew my next command was imminent. All the power she had left would soon be gone.

  She was my plaything.

  Her thighs opened wider as she welcomed me exploring her wet folds with a delicate touch, her tender clit throbbing as my index finger brushed along the nub.

  “Hold yourself like this.” Taking her hands, I had her ease back her labia. “That way I can do this.”

  Smack! I tapped her clit.

  She flinched and gave me a look of shock.

  “Do I have your attention?”

  She gave a frantic nod.

  “Again,” I demanded.

  Her breaths were panicked and her eyelids heavy, but she obeyed, reaching low and pulling back her labia.

  This time, I slid down onto my knees on the floor of the car and leaned in between her thighs. “Make no mistake,” I said fiercely. “This is not me bowing before you. This is me giving you what you deserve. Am I making myself clear?”

  A subtle nod.

  I planted kisses up and along her left thigh and when I almost reached her pussy, I moved my attention to her other knee, causing her entrance to pucker in a rhythm of want.

  “Play with your nipples.”

  She placed her fingertips at her breasts and tweaked the buds just like I had, mimicking the way I’d teased h
er.

  “Harder,” I demanded.

  She obeyed my command like a well-trained bottom, twiddling her areola with verve.

  “Continue like that,” I demanded.

  Her clit swelled at its tip at the first touch of my tongue. I thrummed it delicately at first, and then more insistently before dipping into her entrance just enough to make her gasp.

  God, she’d be tight when I entered her, sheathing my erection like a vice, hungry and needy, with her selfish cunt clinging to my full length. I’d be balls deep soon and thrusting if I didn’t slow this down.

  I lavished her pussy until her breath hitched and she neared the edge over my feasting. I tasted her sweet juices, devouring and plundering every crevice; savoring what was mine.

  I peered up at her. “Tweak your nipples to the same rhythm as my tongue, understand?”

  She gave a nod and her eyelids became heavy; dark lashes flickering, her jaw slack as she followed my command and played with her nipples to the same beat as my flicking tongue. Swirling in a circle as wide as it was slow, I could feel her clit swell and harden, its response pleasing.

  This was my privilege, to perform cunnilingus as many times a day as I desired, wherever we were, in any setting.

  Beneath my touch she came alive, rocking her pelvis. My hand reached down and felt her toes, delighted to find they were curling—proving she was close to coming.

  I continued to lick her clit as my hands reached up and nudged hers away from her breasts, taking over playing with her tits. I wanted her to relax so she could savor her climax as the luxurious gift it was.

  I devoured her sex as only an obsessed master can.

  Her body stiffened as an intense trembling stretched all the way through her body. She climaxed long and hard, her deep-throated groaning revealing her pussy was truly possessed by me.

  Her cries became panicked at the intensity of her never-ending orgasm.

  My mouth let her down slowly, lapping at her until she was seemingly boneless and breathless. She slid down the seat a little, dazed and gasping for air.

  She looked over at me, unable to hide the pleasure she’d enjoyed, her blue eyes bright and her smile dreamlike.

  I pushed myself up.

  Subs deserved after-care no matter the treatment, but Pandora hadn’t earned the right to wear the necklace.