by Desiree Holt
“Open your mouth, girl,” he ordered.
When she did, he thrust his tongue inside and licked every inner inch, dueling with her tongue. Sending some kind of message she was desperately trying to interpret. When he lifted his head she experienced a quick sense of loss. But he held something up for her to see and her heartbeat quickened again.
Chapter 2
She was delicious. That was the only word Jax Schroyer could think of to describe her. The minute he’d laid eyes on Risa Channing he knew he was in trouble. Based on her request, he’d expected a sub with a hard edge, submissive yet always wanting more. Edgier.
He couldn’t have been more off base. Reulas had said she would prove to be an excellent sub. That she had come recommended and Jax would find her pleasing. Pleasing, for God’s sake!
That was kind of like saying a pussy was wet.
And speaking of wet, Risa Channing was a walking wet dream. He guessed her height at five-foot-four, but the sexy stiletto heels added another three inches. Lustrous auburn hair fell in waves to her shoulders and was matched by the narrow strip of carefully trimmed curls at the lips of her cunt. Her ass, now sweetly striped with the marks of the cane, curved gently down to her thighs and he wanted to sink his fingers into it. Her breasts, while not large, were still full and tipped with dusky nipples. She certainly looked good enough to eat, immobilized in the pillory. He wanted to run his tongue all over her and take her home with him.
Take her home? Wait just a minute here.
Jax was a loner, had been for years. He’d discovered the hard way that his needs as a Dom didn’t appeal to too many subs. The ones who enjoyed the extreme play he wanted weren’t people he wanted to spend more than a few hours with. Ever. So what was it about this woman that had grabbed him from the moment he’d set eyes on her? Was it the faint air of vulnerability combined with an inner strength? Was it her willingness to explore more extreme planes of BDSM without either the sharp edge or excessive attitude of submission he’d found in other subs?
Maybe it was all of that, but something had unlocked the emotional door he’d kept secure for most of his adult life. Whatever it was, he’d better get her out of his mind. She’d asked for one night, and for this night, he was going to take her on the ride of her life. And that was it. He’d been down this road before and still had the scars to prove it. He’d just have to get his rebellious emotions under control.
Spanking and caning her had aroused him so much he had slight difficulty walking. Now he was going to move her on to something else, and he wondered how long it would be before he gave in to his own desires and shoved his cock into her cunt or her mouth.
Or her ass.
Her eyes widened at the clothespins he’d held up at her eye level. He watched for signs of fear but saw only desire, need, and excitement. Again his traitorous emotions were jumping all over the place. Here was a woman who obviously had great depths and who enjoyed the extremes of BDSM as he did. Could he take a chance here? All through the session his gut had been twisted into a knot as he battled the thought. He’d followed that road before with disastrous results. He’d promised himself never to do it again. To take his pleasure where he found it and that was all.
He deliberately swept everything out of his mind to concentrate on the play at hand.
“Have your other Doms decorated your nipples or compressed them in any way?” he asked. “Words, girl,” he reminded when she just shook her head.
“No, Sir, they have not.”
“For needing to be reminded to answer properly I think one or two more strokes with the cane are in order.”
He picked the cane up from where he’d left it and applied it twice with increased force across her reddened skin. When he moved around to look at her face again, her eyes were glazed. The look he’d seen on subs who got high on pain. Who fell into subspace as the pain increased with every touch and tempo across their flesh.
She’d certainly been truthful. This was what she craved.
He bent slightly and took her nipples in his mouth, each in turn, tugging at them with his lips and gently biting. They tasted so sweet he was sure he could spend hours doing this to them and never tire of it. Her soft little moans excited him. He bit a little harder before lifting his head. Then he picked up the clothespins again.
“I use these rather than jewelry,” he told her. “I see jewelry as a more personal item, a gift between a Dom and sub in a relationship. Plus, the clothespins work much better at compressing the entire nipple. Like this.”
He took one nipple between thumb and forefinger and pinched the pebbled surface hard. Risa sucked in a breath but her eyes, still slightly glazed, never left his face. Releasing the nub, he placed one pin on it, making sure the entire surface was contained. The tiny whimper that escaped her mouth was definitely one of pleasure rather than protest. When he did the same with the other nipple, she hummed with ecstasy.
But the real test would come with the next move.
“I’m going to touch your clit, girl. As aroused as you are, it will make you want to come. But I order you not to. If you do, I’ll need to punish you again.” He couldn’t help smiling at the way the hint of a grin played on her lips. “And no fair deliberately disobeying me.”
He squatted down in front of her and pushed her legs even further apart. When he ran his fingers along her slit he discovered she was even more drenched than before. Just the ghost of a touch on her clit made her quiver with restrained need. He was tempted to leave her like this, lightly toying with her clit yet denying her the opportunity to come. But that would be for another time. If there was another time, which he was fervently beginning to hope there would be.
Now he lightly tugged on the swollen bud, made sure it was well coated with her juices before applying the peg. She gasped slightly at the pinch of wood on her sensitive flesh but then he could almost sense her settle herself. When he was satisfied with his work, he rose to his feet and cupped her cheeks.
“All right?” he asked.
Even as he could see she had drifted into subspace, heat and hunger still danced in her eyes. And something else. Something evident in every submissive line of her body. Every reaction. It was admiration for him as a Dom. It shocked him that she would react that way in such a short time, and made him wonder at the ineptitude of her former Doms.
“Yes, Master J. Very much so.” Her voice had a breathy quality to it now, evidence of her arousal and the effort it was taking to keep herself under control. Even with the pain and discomfort he knew she had to be feeling from the unnatural position in the pillory.
“Excellent.” He couldn’t help brushing his lips against her, tasting the sweetness. She reached something inside him that no other sub had ever touched. He sensed no artifice in her, nothing fake, and nothing hard or worn. She was beautiful, inside and out, and he felt certain the Dom she chose would be a very special person to her. Something he’d never had with the other women he’d known. He didn’t know whether to be angry about it or embrace it.
Shaking off the turmoil racing around in his mind, he opened a drawer in the tall cupboard against the wall, studied the contents and removed two dildos, one slightly thicker than the other. Picking up a tube of lubricant he crossed back to Risa.
“How are your nipples, girl? And your clit? Can you feel the pressure from the clothespins?”
“Yes, Master.” She swiped her tongue across her lower lip. “Thank you for fastening them on me.”
Better and better. He swallowed a smile.
“Very good.”
Standing behind her, he spread the cheeks of her ass with one hand, pressed the tip of the tube of lubricant to her anus and gently squeezed. When he was satisfied he’d applied a sufficient amount, he set the tube aside and slowly inserted two fingers into her hole. She was hot and tight, her muscles clenched around him. He added a third finger, stretching her tissues until he was sure he’d prepared her properly. Then, without giving her any warning, he to
ok the thickest of the dildos and pressed it inside her with a steady stroke.
“Ahhh!”
The sound came from deep within her and her entire body tightened.
“Easy,” he crooned. “We’re only halfway there.”
Standing in front of her again, he took a moment to admire her, locked into a completely helpless position, the clothespins on her nipples and clit only adding to her discomfort. Yet there was no mistaking the pleasure on her face.
“One more little toy,” he told her. “Open your mouth, girl. I’m going to pretend this is my cock in there, because my real cock will be busy elsewhere.”
She obediently opened as wide as she could and Jax slid the dildo onto her tongue and into her mouth as far as it would go. With her head immobilized there was limited maneuverability, but she managed to take a good bit of it. Only then did he step back and remove his leather pants, easing them down over his thick, swollen cock.
He was grateful to see her eyes widen in both amazement and approval, but took only a moment to enjoy it. Carefully he unlocked her from the pillory, head first then her hands and, finally, her breasts. He knew she’d need good aftercare, but now wasn’t the moment to think about that. The discomfort from being locked into position for so long would increase her arousal.
Taking care not to dislodge either of the dildos, he arranged Risa on the floor so she was balanced on her hands and knees, and knelt behind her.
“Arms crossed in front of you,” he commanded. “And head resting on them. Now, girl.”
He took a moment to study her in the vulnerable position. He was doing his best to keep his barriers in place, to remind himself that this was one night and he’d walk away from it. By choice. Nothing good could come of taking it beyond this. But looking at her made his heart twist. Made him want things he’d sworn never to reach for. And once he penetrated her with his shaft, the ultimate bonding, he’d be working damned hard to keep that vow in place.
Just remember. Once and done and you don’t get burned.
As soon as she’d positioned herself, Jax rolled on a condom and drove into her with one hard thrust. She was so liquid, the glide was an easy one, but once inside her he had to stop and catch his breath. To him, all these years, a pussy had just been a pussy. With as many subs as he’d fucked, he’d achieved varying degrees of physical satisfaction. But this? This was an entirely new experience. If he didn’t think he was losing his mind, he’d say it was as much emotional as it was physical.
If he was given to fancy words and phrases, he’d say having his cock in Risa’s cunt was an almost mystical experience. How the hell had this happened?
Forget it, asshole. Been there done that, got the bruises to prove it, right?
Not right, but right now every nerve in his body was focused on his cock and the woman it was buried inside. Bending over her so he could reach her breasts and squeeze them, adding to the pressure of the clothespins, he pumped in and out of her tight muscles, back and forth, and she matched his rhythm. The dildo in her ass made it such a tight fit, her flesh scraping against his with every stroke. His balls tightened and his release came roaring up from deep inside him.
“Now,” he hoarsely shouted. “Come now, girl.”
She bore down on him, tightening like a steel fist, squeezing as her body shuddered again and again. Reaching between her thighs he tugged on the clothespin on her clit, prolonging her orgasm until she collapsed forward, his cock still inside her, clothespins still attached, dildo still in her ass.
He softly smoothed his hands over her until the last of her aftershocks subsided. Then he carefully withdrew and set about removing all the toys. He rose, disposed of the condom, then lifted Risa in his arms and carried her to a padded table covered with a soft cotton cloth.
“Rest easy now,” he crooned in a low voice. “Let me take care of you.”
He rubbed and massaged all of her muscles, especially the ones strained from her position in the pillory. Then he bathed her with a warm cloth and finally applied soothing ointments, being extra liberal on her reddened ass. Aftercare had always been important to him. He despised Doms who used their subs, causing them pain, and then leaving them to their own devices to tend to their aching skin and muscles. He felt it both a responsibility and an obligation and always made it part of the scene.
“You’ll have some problems sitting this week,” he told her with a rueful grin.
She smiled and something turned over inside him. “It was worth it. Can I ask you something?” Her voice had a hesitant sound to it.
“Sure. I can’t promise I’ll answer it.”
“It doesn’t require an answer, just an action. Would you kiss me? Sort of like you did before?”
Would he? Jax ground his teeth. He was afraid if he did that he’d lose the barrier he’d tried so hard to keep between them tonight. But Lord knew, he wanted to in the worst way.
“I know kissing usually isn’t a part of this, but could I have just one? I want to taste your mouth again.”
What the hell. Maybe it would help him get her out of his mind after tonight.
He should have just bent down and kissed her where she lay on the table. Idiot that he was, he picked her up in his arms, and carried her to the big leather chair in one corner. He sat down with her on his lap. Threading his fingers through her hair and clasping her head, he lowered his mouth to hers, ran his tongue along the seam of her lips, and when she opened for him, he thrust inside.
Holy sweet Jesus!
She was every good thing he’d ever tasted in his life. Alarm bells were clanging in his head, but they were drowned out by the thudding of his heart. Her small tongue danced with his, playing with it. Heat surged through him, a funny feeling swirled in his stomach and he never wanted to let her go.
So now what?
* * *
Risa had to hold on tight to Master J to keep from falling off his lap. Her head was swimming and every nerve in her body was doing a happy dance. She’d just thought the kiss would be… nice. Hot. A reminder of tonight and maybe something to entice him to play again.
But holy shit!
His lips were warm and firm, his tongue like a flame in her mouth, a surge of heat that raced straight to her nipples and her pussy. And, worst of all, to her heart.
No, no, no! Don’t be stupid. Not again.
Her brain seemed to have dropped into cold storage. She wanted this man and not just for this moment.
When they broke the kiss, breathless, they stared at each other. She saw the same stunned expression on his face that she was sure mirrored her own. For a very long moment, neither of them moved.
“Well,” she said at last.
“Well, indeed.” His gaze was still locked with hers.
Then they spoke at the same time.
“I don’t want you to think—”
“I need to explain—”
Risa touched her fingertips to his mouth. “Me first. Whatever this is turning out to be, it’s on me, and I don’t expect a thing from you.”
He gave a hoarse laugh. “Funny, I was just about to say the same thing.”
Again they stared at each other.
Risa cleared her throat. “I haven’t had a lot of luck taking things outside the playroom.”
“Neither have I.” He feathered a brief kiss over her lips. “Maybe we should try this one more time and see what happens.”
“I-I’d like that.”
His gaze was still glued to her face. “How about my booking a room for an overnight? We can see where it goes from there.”
“I’d like that.” Risa smiled. “Master J.”
“Actually, it’s Jax. Jax Schroyer.”
“Nice to meet you, Jax Schroyer.”
“Same goes, Risa Channing. The same definitely goes.”
Dealer’s Choice
Chapter 1
Fiona “Fee” Wilder leaned back in her desk chair and raked her fingers through her hair. Her stomach felt as if
a chorus line of butterflies were doing a hot jive in there. She’d waited all day for just the right moment to bring this up and she wanted his full attention.
“Reulas.”
Her boss was still engrossed in searching for something in one of the file cabinets.
“I want to talk to you about something. And it’s important. Can you please stop a minute and pay attention?”
He turned to her and grinned. “I pay attention to you all the time. How could I help it, the way you order me around?”
Fee snorted. “That’ll be the day. I’d like to meet the person with enough guts to give you orders.”
Reulas extracted a folder, closed the cabinet drawer and dropped into the chair in front of her desk. In jeans and a tee shirt, his blond hair pulled back with a rubber band, he looked as far from the owner of an exclusive BDSM club as it was possible to be. Hardly anyone ever saw him that way, but Club Fantasy was closed during the day. Usually it was just the two of them. The cleaning service and the helpers didn’t arrive until late afternoon.
Fee knew tonight, in his signature navy slacks and silk shirt, with his game face on, he would be the imposing dungeon master whom people respected and often feared. He ran a tight ship. People who came to Club Fantasy to play either respected the rules or they didn’t get to play again. But in the six months she’d been working there, Fee had discovered that beneath the face he presented to the world was a warm, compassionate individual, a person he showed only to a few select people. She’d give anything to know what his backstory was.
“Okay, what’s so very important here?” He nodded at her computer and the stack of folders on her desk. “Too much to do? You seem to be managing everything nicely.”
“Of course I am.” She glared at him. “Despite my excellent recommendation, you would have fired my ass if I wasn’t.”