by Brandi Evans
“Yes, what?” He whacked her with a slap which echoed around the room, moving the point of contact, so the site of the new swat overlapped the old one. “That’s no way to address your Dom.” Another strike. “Try again.”
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Much better.” Giving her a reprieve, he eased the soft leather of the crop over the area he’d struck. The contrasting sensations broke loose a louder groan.
How much more could she take before she broke apart?
Using the same there-and-gone taps, he spanked her ass. He moved so fast, the pain from previous strikes didn’t register until after the next hit, discomfort followed by intense heat. His attentions made her feel like she was burning from the inside out—but in a good way. If there was a good way?
“Sir,” she gasped. “I can’t. Please stop. Everything’s too, too, too…” But her train of thought derailed when his big, warm hand soothed over the area he’d just struck.
He palmed her ass, giving each cheek a good hard squeeze, and kissed her neck. “So pink. Mmm. If I thought you could handle it, I’d show your pussy lips the same methodical attention, make you so wet and needy you’d probably come the second I sucked your clit into my mouth.”
“Oh fuck…” Instantly, she crossed her legs, pressed her thighs together, desperate to create a fraction of the sensations he conjured with only his words.
“Nope.” He nibbled on her earlobe. “Spread those legs back open for me.”
She obeyed without thought or hesitation.
“Good, pet.” He rewarded her submission with another kiss to the neck as he locked one arm around her waist while pushing the other down, down, down.
He tilted his hips forward, fitting his hard cock against her ass; the change in position forced her to mirror his stance. He made her as off balance physically as she was emotionally.
He stopped his fingers’ downward play momentarily and teased the rim of her belly button. “Next time we’re together, I’m going to bind your legs open. Doesn’t that sound fun?”
Next time?
The possibility this might not be a one-night-and-done deal intoxicated her, and before she could fully absorb the implications, Sir eased two fingers between her labia.
“Tell me, pet. How do you like to be fingered?” Carefully, he trapped her clit between his fingers, touching her while not touching it.
Why’d he seem dead set on driving her mad?
“I don’t know, Sir.”
“You don’t know? Why do I not believe that? Even if you’ve never had a lover capable of bringing you to climax with nothing more than his fingers, you can’t tell me you’ve never worked your own clit to orgasm.”
He had her there.
“I have, Sir.” It was the only way she received orgasms these days.
“Good. Now, tell me what you do to yourself, step by step? How do you make yourself come?”
She shook her head. Too personal. It was weird enough admitting aloud she fingered herself, but to go into detail… She couldn’t do that.
“Is that a no?” He dropped his hand, leaving her pussy feeling cold and empty.
“No! Please don’t stop, Sir. I’ll—” She tightened her fingers around the chain holding her. Damn it, damn it, damn it. She hated sounding so damn needy. “I’ll tell you.”
“Much better.” He returned his hand to its previous position. “Now, tell me what I should do to get you off, Genny.”
He used her name again. Why did he seem to know exactly what to do to make everything worse?
And by worse, she meant intimate.
“I start by pushing two fingers into my pussy and getting my fingers wet.”
He pressed two fingers inside her, and a shiver chased over her skin. After so much teasing, so many barely-there touches, he was finally touching her, and she was about to lose her shit. She’d always thought she was stronger than this, but fuck it, she couldn’t quite bring herself to care.
He lingered inside her, fingers thrusting, reaching, driving her crazy, and all the while, he kept the butt of his hand firmly pressed against her clit. “What do you do next, pet?”
“I rub the wetness over my clit and then stroke it.”
“How exactly?”
Was he trying to make her blush?
“In slow, circular movements,” she answered.
“Like this?” He withdrew his fingers with the hurried pace of a man on the road to meet death. After a heart-stopping pause, he slathered her juices over her distended bud.
Her breath stalled.
Her skin broke out in goosebumps.
His name rolled off her lips with a reverence she’d never felt for another soul.
He tightened his hold on her, the contact between their bodies making her burn. She couldn’t hold her hips still. She pumped against his hand, simultaneously grinding her ass against his rigid cock, creating as much contact as she could manage, but it wasn’t enough. She needed to feel him naked against her, inside of her.
“Sir. Sir. I need you inside me. Please. Please. Fuck me, now.”
He ignored her plea. “Do you have a specific fantasy you like to think of when you get yourself off?”
Damn it.
She shook her head. “N-not really.” Which was mostly true. Thinking about a specific person would mean she’d have to have connected with another person. Not a deep connection, just a flicker which sparked something inside her, which never happened.
She relaxed her head against his shoulder. For so many years, she thought she’d been broken, that connecting with others wasn’t in her wheelhouse. But with Carter, everything was different. She was different. Her world was different.
He worked her clit faster. “I think about you a lot when I jerk off, Genny.”
His words were so soft and scratchy. Had she misheard him? He thought about her? The idea made no damn sense, especially considering the man had subs throwing themselves at him. Every sub in the club wanted him. He’d become Dom Supreme the second Brock’s status had changed from ‘available’ to ‘madly in love’.
“Do you want to know what my favorite fantasies are?” he asked.
She was afraid to answer—knowing was as bad as not knowing.
“I picture you tied open to me on one of the dungeon beds, beautiful, tempting. And while, in my mind, your tattoo work doesn’t do the real you justice, you’re beyond stunning. Panting, body sweaty, muscles quivering from one orgasm after another after another. You can barely talk, save for your breathless pleas as you beg me to finally fuck you.”
She bit her bottom lip, the familiar tightening flickering to life in her lower belly and making her go taut. Her toes curled, grounding her to the tile floor, and she squeezed her hands around the chains holding her, hanging on for dear life.
“And so, I mount you and ram into this sweet, juicy pussy, over and over and over, until you’re spasming around my cock. Until you’re shaking apart below me. Until you can’t take the fucking one more goddamn second and then I’ll—”
“Oh god!” Her orgasm broke free, and she screamed Carter’s name, drowning out the end of whatever he’d been about to say. She jerked against him, and through it all, Sir fingered her clit faster, with more vigor, pushing her climax higher than she’d ever experienced.
Instinctively, she crossed her legs, but he was having none of it. He hooked an arm beneath her knee and pulled her leg up and back, pinning her open to his manipulations. His even, circular motions turned into something more akin to sawing motions. Back and forth, back and forth, he kept working her clit. He didn’t slow, didn’t ease. Not in the slightest. He was relentless in the pleasure he dredged from her body.
As ecstasy suspended her in its web, time folded in on itself, and she surrendered her last shred of control and simply existed, safe—at least for the time being—in Carter’s masterful hands.
Carter nuzzled Genny’s neck and held her quivering body against his as the last swells of h
er climax fluttered away. His fantasies, as dirty and explicit as they’d been, hadn’t prepared him for the reality of the moment. The way she’d moaned his name, the way she’d shaken in his arms. She was spectacular in every sense of the word, and he wanted nothing more than to stay locked in this room and make her come in every conceivable way imaginable and never stop.
Here with her, there were no cases. No injustice. No guilt from a mistake he’d made so long ago. No violence. No brutality. Only Genny and her incredible orgasms.
He slid his hand forward, eased two fingers back inside her, the hard part of his palm pressing against her mound, and held her as her breathing slowed, as her body went lax. He had no doubt, if she weren’t restrained, she would be a pile of quivering flesh on the ground.
“That’s one,” he murmured. “Tell me when you’re ready for orgasm number two.”
She shook her head, a sloppy movement almost beyond her control. “That was amazing. I mean…” She giggled. “I do this to myself a lot, but I’ve never made myself feel like this. Fuck.”
“Well, my pet, that’s because you give yourself what you want too quickly. I made you want my touch until you felt crazy, did I not?”
She remained quiet for a fleeting moment. “Maybe. I guess so. I hadn’t ever thought about it.”
“How desperate were you for me to finally touch you, not simply tease you?”
“Oh,” was all she said, and he knew she understood.
He pressed his fingers deeper into her wet pussy. “Sex has two main components: physical and emotional. And yeah, for most people, the physical’s all that’s required. And if that’s what you want, more power to ya. I’m not about to tell you that’s a bad thing. But when you can evoke an emotional response, want, need, lust or whatever, the physical aspect becomes heightened. I had you so desperate for physical connection that, when I finally gave it to you…” Kissing her neck, he pulled his fingers free, trapped her clit between them, and gave the bud a gentle squeeze. “You practically exploded.”
She turned her head, and her lips connected with his. He took instant control of their kiss, pushing his tongue past her lips as he slowly stroked her clit between his fingers. Not too much movement. He wanted to prime her body again, moving at a speed he’d determined through years of experience would be almost enough to drive her mad.
The uptake of her breathing was all the reassurance he needed. Her lust was rising again, and he fucking loved it.
He indulged in her kisses a few more seconds before taking a step back. He stepped carefully to her side, making sure his fingers stayed precisely where they were. This time around, he wanted to look at her when he made her come; he wanted to enjoy watching the pleasure as it worked its way through her. Every detail of her climax would be broadcast in her body language, and it would, no doubt, be as breathtaking as the woman herself.
“Sir.” The word was breathy and deeper than normal. “I’m ready for my second orgasm.”
“I can tell.” He twisted his fingers inside her. “You’re practically gushing at the thought.”
Her cheeks blushed, but she smiled. Pleased and embarrassed at the same time. She was such a sexy enigma.
Standing in front of her, he hooked his fingers back toward him and slid them along the front wall of her sex until he found a familiar hard bundle of nerves. He pumped his fingers against the spot; he wasn’t exactly gentle about it either. When it came to manipulation of her G-spot, gentleness didn’t enter the equation.
She instantly gasped. “Oh god.” Her jaw went slack, and her head rolled backward. “Oh fuck.”
Her squirming returned full force. He wished he would have shackled her feet before they’d begun, forcing her legs to remain open, and he would have if he’d had any inclination how squirmy she was when getting off. He wouldn’t make that mistake again, but right now, only the apocalypse could pull him away from her.
Maybe not even that.
He rolled one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger as he continued pumping her G-spot. G-spot orgasms were more difficult to give, but the rewards were well worth the effort, for giver and receiver. For him, sex was always best experienced when his subs were pliable and nearly giddy with lust.
He switched to the other nipple. “You’re so wet, pet.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“There’s a set of gorgeous, burnt orange nipple clamps in the Restrained Fantasies’ store that would look gorgeous on your nipples. Would you like that?”
A slight tremble started on her lips and, slowly, worked outward to claim her entire body. Goosebumps raced over her skin, mingling with the ink and creating an interesting artwork all its own.
“I’m gonna take that as a yes, sweet pet.”
He stepped in just far enough to claim those trembling lips. He kissed her thoroughly, a stark contrast to the frantic pace of his hand. He increased his speed, finger-fucking her with near-brutal precision, making her writhe on his hand.
His angle wasn’t quite right to finger her the way he wanted, but when she was close enough, he’d reposition. He had to get her there first, and seeing as though she’d liked the visual he’d painted before with his words, he upped his storytelling game. Words could work as effectively as physical touches if applied the right way.
He broke their kiss, but he stayed close enough his lips touched hers with every word uttered. “I can’t wait to fuck you. To ram my cock where my fingers are, to pound in and out of your sweet, wet cunt. Or maybe, I’ll fuck your dirty mouth first.” He stole one hard kiss. “Yeah, that’s what I’ll do first. With your body bound open to me, I’ll paint my pre-cum on your lips and only when you’re shaking and begging for my cock will I finally slide deep into your mouth. I won’t stop until I reach the back of your throat.”
“Sir.” She stretched the sound out for what felt like a year, breathy and dark with desire. It was an oh fuck yeah if he’d ever heard one.
She was so close.
So close.
Tapping against her G-spot without mercy, he clasped his other hand delicately around her throat. “Have you ever taken a dick so deep you can barely breathe?”
“Fuck.”
She came, every muscle in her body spasming as if she were having a grand mal seizure. He locked one of her legs against his side and clamped it into place with his free hand as he continued manipulating her G-spot. He didn’t slack off.
God. She was fucking spectacular when she came.
Carter slowed his manipulations a fraction but only because he needed to coax her into breathing again. At least for a breath or two. While he was all for erotic asphyxiation if his partner was into that sort of thing, he didn’t want her passing out on him.
The second she wrangled in a breath, he increased his pumping yet again. He kept her cycling until her cries turned to little more than whimpers, and her head lolled back and forth as if she no longer possessed the ability to hold it up. Unfortunately, that was his sign he’d pushed her as far as he could, at least for now.
Slowly, as not to hurt her over-sensitized pussy, he eased his fingers free, released her leg, and wrapped her into a bearhug, supporting her body weight. He reveled in the sensation of the beautiful, quivering mess in his arms, and he’d made her this way.
And she’d let him.
What was sexier for a Dom than a woman who gave herself willingly to him?
Not a goddamn thing.
“You’re spectacular,” he murmured against her neck, taking his time to accent his words with gentle kisses and nips. “I already want to make you come again.”
She laughed, the sound airy and barely there. “C-can’t. Too… everything.”
“Soon then.” It was part promise, part threat.
“Yes, Sir.”
Fighting back a grin, he unlatched her hands, swept her into his arms, and carried her to the bed on the far side of the room. He didn’t bother with restraining her again. She’d never been through such a sexual, or
gasmic workout; he doubted she’d be able to move for a while yet, which was fine by him.
As soon as he had her situated and tucked under the blanket, he retrieved a protein bar and a bottle of water from the mini-fridge—then paused. A protein drink would probably be a better option considering he wasn’t sure she could chew yet. When he’d made the switch, and poked a straw into the top tab of the chocolate drink, he turned down the lights, kicked off his shoes and joined her under the blanket.
“Open up,” he ordered. “You need sustenance.”
“You assume I’m capable of chewing.”
“Actually…” He tapped the straw against her lips. “I kinda figured you would be unable to, which is why I got you a shake.”
“If I had the strength, Sir, I’d kiss you.”
“I think I can help with that.”
Hooking his index finger beneath her chin, he tilted her face up and claimed her mouth. The movement of her lips and tongue were uncoordinated which, somehow, made their kiss hotter.
“Better?” he asked when he pulled back.
“For now.” She took a long pull of the protein drink and then snuggled close to him, where they stayed for a long while. Not talking, just being. Judging by her even breathing, she’d drifted off a time or two, and he was happy to let her rest. The sooner she recovered, the sooner he could return her to orgasm overload.
He was tracing one of her tattoos when she finally spoke. “Is it always like this between a Dom and a sub?”
“Well, I like to think I add a little something special to the mix.” Grinning at his own ego-stroking joke, he kissed the top of her head. “What aspect, specifically, are you talking about?”
She lifted her head and looked at him. “I’ve never orgasmed like that in my life. At one point, I literally thought you were going to kill me, and I’m not misusing the word literally. I felt like my lungs forgot how to work, not to mention I was nearly unable to hold myself upright. It was terrifying and spectacular at the same time.”
“You seemed to enjoy it.”
“Never said I didn’t.”
“Glad to hear.” He brushed a few messy strands of hair from her forehead. “Because, no, it’s not—”