Crime & Punishment 2: Master Delacroix

by Trista Ann Michaels

  What the hell?

  He was probably just asking her questions—curious as to what a slave was. He couldn’t imagine his brother as a lifestyle Dom. He had trouble picturing Daniel as a Dom, period.

  Not that his brother wasn’t dominant, it was just… Hell, he wasn’t sure what it was, really. He’d been in this world so long by himself, maybe it was just the fact his brother was now showing an interest in things that was surprising him.

  He needed to stop wondering about his brother and start taking care of Connelly. He turned and headed toward a wicker chair beneath a jasmine-covered portico. It was nice and cool under the leaves, plenty of shade for her fair skin.

  He sat and settled her on his lap. She winced, and he realized with a wicked grin that the butt plug was still in place.

  “A little sore, pet?” he murmured, and stroked his fingers down her arm.

  “You should be shot,” she grumbled.

  Nathan laughed softly. “So I’ve been told before, but a good submissive should always thank her Dom after bringing her to such a wondrous orgasm.”

  She made a noise deep in her throat that sounded amazingly similar to a snicker. He knew several Doms who would be livid at such a reaction. Nathan found her adorable, but then he’d always enjoyed sassy subs.

  The always present and attentive John handed Nathan a bottle of cold water. Nathan mouthed a thank-you. John nodded in response before returning to his ever-watchful position by the bar.

  “Take a sip of this, pet; then you can chew me out all you like.”

  She snorted and took the water bottle from him with trembling fingers. She downed half of it very quickly, then winced as the cold caused an ice-cream headache effect.

  “Not so fast,” he said with amusement.

  “Thank you for the water,” she said, eyeing him warily.

  He waited patiently for the questions he knew she wanted to ask.

  “What happened?” she finally asked.

  “You fell into subspace,” he replied. “Apparently you’re more a masochist than you realized.”

  “I’m not a…”

  Nathan raised an eyebrow.

  “Let me guess,” he whispered. “You thought your interest in pain began and ended with fucking, didn’t you? You didn’t realize there was more to it.”

  Connelly stared at the water bottle still clutched in her hand, and nodded. Nathan put his finger under her chin, lifting her gaze to his.

  “There’s nothing wrong with that, pet. Did you enjoy what you experienced?” he asked even though he already knew the answer. He just wanted to see if she did.

  “Yes and no. Not at first, but…” She drew in a shaky breath before continuing. “Are punishments always that way?”

  “If they were, would you continue to do things that piss me off?”

  Her lips twitched. “Maybe.”

  Nathan chuckled. “Normally I don’t allow my sub to come during a punishment. Sort of defeats the purpose. But when I saw how much you were enjoying it, it surprised me, so I let you fall. Nothing surprises me anymore, but you have. And I like that.”

  “Well, I’m glad I could surprise you.”

  Nathan smiled, both at what she’d said and the confusion running through her mind. “You have a lot to learn and experience, pet.”

  She frowned slightly. “So it would seem.”

  She shifted and winced as his thigh pressed against the handle of the plug in her ass. “When can we take that thing out?”

  “When I say. Uncomfortable?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good.”

  She scowled up at him, and he wagged a finger before her nose. “No scowling at your Dom. Unless, of course, you want another punishment.”

  “I don’t think my ass could take another one.”

  Her words contradicted the way her pupils dilated. She was such a hot little subbie, so readable. His cock was still hard. He wanted her, but there was time for that yet. He had plenty of control and lots of ideas still for his curious little writer.

  CONNELLY RESTED HER head against Nathan’s shoulder and relaxed into his comforting embrace. She felt a bit odd sitting on his lap naked while others walked around them. A few glanced curiously in their direction, probably wondering who the hell she was since most everyone here seemed to know each other. She avoided meeting any gazes directly and kept her attention on the various people walking around.

  Several were now playing in the pool. The cool water probably felt good in the heat of the late evening. Most of the submissives were naked, although a few donned a thin cover. One wore a really cute knitted one that had so many holes it basically covered nothing.

  Nathan’s cock pressed enticingly against her hip as his palm gently slid up and down the outside of her thigh. Not really in a seductive way, but the gentle slide had that effect regardless. She could feel herself getting warm again at the mere thought of sex with Nathan.

  Would they even have sex? Or did he just plan to play with her, show her all the various ways a Dom could torture a submissive?

  What he’d done earlier hadn’t really been torture, and that was what had shocked her the most. By the eighth flick of that flogger, her whole body had been so on fire sexually she could hardly breathe.

  “Move to your knees in front of me, facing the pool.”

  Connelly jerked in surprise at the sound of his voice rumbling so sexily through his chest.

  “Yes, Master,” she replied as she slid from his lap onto the concrete.

  Before she could drop to her knees, he stopped her and tossed a pillow onto the hard ground. “For your knees.”

  She silently thanked him and positioned herself on the pillow. The butt plug made things awkward, so she moved slow. Her back was to him, his knees braced on either side of her shoulders as though to hold her in place. The hairs on his legs tickled her skin, and she raised a hand to scratch at her arm.

  Nathan’s chuckle of amusement floated across the space that separated them. “Are my legs bothering you?”

  “No, Master,” she said. “Are you sure we can’t take this plug out?”

  “The more you ask me, the longer I’m going to leave it in.”

  Connelly sighed and let it go. It was obvious Nathan did things in his own time; it was just a shame the things he did had such a damning effect on her. He gently massaged her shoulders, and she let her head tilt to the side with a sigh of utter contentment.

  “I’m very proud of you, pet. You’re doing quite well.”

  She felt her chest swell just a bit. “Thank you, Master.”

  He leaned forward and slid his hands lower. He cupped her breasts, and she jerked, glancing around nervously at the eyes watching them.

  “Ignore them,” he said in her ear, his voice deep and strangely captivating. “If they stare, it’s only because they like what they see.”

  “Right. And what would that be?” she asked sarcastically. “My bare breasts or the live porn show?”

  “Most likely both.” He pinched her nipples hard, making her wince, but that sharp pierce of pain went straight to her dampening pussy.

  “I think I might’ve spoken too soon. Perhaps you need something to keep your mouth occupied.”

  She scowled over her shoulder. “No. I think my mouth is just fine, thank you.”

  Nathan’s chuckle was wicked and sent a tremor of apprehension up her spine. What did the sadist have in mind now?

  “I think not. Turn around, sub.”

  Connelly stiffened. “Why?”

  “Don’t ask me again. Just do it. Now.”

  His tone had changed. Gone was the amusement, and in its place was a cold bite of steel. Connelly swallowed and, bracing her hands on his knees, used them to leverage herself up so she could turn.

  “We need to work on that,” he said as he watched her. “You should never use my legs as leverage.”

  She frowned. “What if I was injured?”

  “That would certainly be diffe
rent, but you’re not now, are you?”

  Her gaze moved down his body, over his wide, smooth chest and his trim waist, clearly visible now that he’d pushed his swim trunks down revealing his… Her stare came to rest on his thick cock fisted in his palm. Her eyes widened at the sight of him, and she had a feeling she knew what he had in mind. Her entire body began to tingle. Hadn’t she just been fantasizing about this before he flogged her and brought her to yet another amazing orgasm?

  “On your knees, sub, and put that sassy mouth of yours to work on my cock.”

  Connelly quickly moved her gaze back to his. “But, um, you’re…”

  He raised an eyebrow. “I’m what, pet?”

  She stared back down at his thick rod and sighed. “Huge.”

  “I believe I told you that the other day,” he said, his lips twitching slightly. That amusement was back, and she realized she liked him so much better amused. “You don’t have to take it all, Connelly. Matter of fact, I haven’t met a woman yet who could come anywhere close.”

  Her lips twisted. “Well, duh, but that’s somewhat of a relief, I suppose.”

  “Averse to blowjobs?”

  “No, I’ve just never sucked on one quite that big.”

  Nathan laughed. “Connelly, I have to hand it to you. You’re a delight.” He kept the wicked grin on his face and tapped the side of his cock with his index finger. “Now get on your knees and delight me here. Any more delays and I’ll replace that plug in your ass with a bigger one.”

  She shivered despite herself. Maybe it was what he said or the tone of his voice. She wasn’t entirely sure it wasn’t both. All she knew was she had the oddest desire to please him.

  She dropped as gracefully as possible to her knees and gripped the base of his cock. He was so thick she couldn’t even make her fingers touch as she wrapped them around him. He felt warm and hard, the skin soft as velvet. When she licked her tongue up the vein that ran along the underside, the sound of his deep growl was enough to encourage her to continue.

  His cock was long. He had to be at least ten inches, possibly more. Her husband hadn’t come anywhere close to that. Matter of fact, any man she’d been with since her husband hadn’t come close.

  She swiped her tongue over the engorged head of his cock, licking away the salty precum that dripped from the tiny slit. Nathan’s soft groan of approval sent a warm feeling of confidence through her chest. She edged her knees closer to better bend her head over his massive erection.

  She opened her lips and wrapped them around the tip of his shaft and sucked. Nathan buried a hand in her hair, not guiding her per se, but certainly holding her in place. She stiffened, wondering if he would shove her head down, chocking her with his rod.

  Nathan’s grip loosened. “I’m not going to ram it down your throat, pet. Relax.”

  Again, he amazed her with his ability to read her like a book. Part of that annoyed the hell out of her. Using that feeling of frustration, she sucked hard at his cock, earning a hiss from the arrogant Master. His fingers tightened in her hair, but this time it didn’t unsettle her. She liked the feel of his fingers tensing in her hair.

  It meant he liked what she was doing, and made her feel powerful.

  She slowly wrapped the flat of her tongue around his length, teasing him. Her teeth scraped his head, making him shudder and sigh. She reveled in the sound of his soft moans and whispered words of encouragement and command. She liked it when he told her what to do in that deep, vibrating voice of his. It sent chills of delight across every inch of her flesh.

  Using her free hand, she massaged his tight balls and the underside of his cock. Nathan growled low in his chest, and she could tell he was close. Taking as much of his length in her mouth as she could, she sucked hard and tongued the sensitive spot just below the head.

  “Fuck,” Nathan snarled and, with a groan, emptied his cum into her mouth.

  Connelly swallowed, licking every drop as it spurted from the tip. The fact she’d give him such pleasure made her feel alive and quite turned on. Nathan sighed and let his head fall back against the chair. His grip loosened in her hair as she lowered her head to kiss his balls.

  “Very nice, sub,” he whispered.

  “So does that mean you curl on my lap now and let me coddle you?”

  Nathan laughed. “Not exactly.” He lifted his head, and that easy smile morphed into a wicked one. She tensed. She’d come to know that look. He was up to something. “You’re very hot, Connelly. In more ways than one.”

  She eyed him warily, not sure whether to take that as a compliment or not.

  He leaned down and brought his nose close to hers. “I think it’s time you cooled off.”

  Her mouth dropped open. “Nathan. Don’t you dare,” she commanded as he stood and easily lifted her into his arms. “Nathan!” she screamed as he started walking toward the pool.

  He stopped at the edge, and the look on his face had her immediately on alert. “What are you supposed to call me?”

  “Master. Okay? Master. Just please don’t throw me in the pool.”

  “It’s sweet that you said please, but you should know by now to never tell a Dom what not to do.”

  With that, he threw her into the deep end.

  Chapter Twelve

  Connelly came up sputtering for air and used both hands to wipe the wet, clinging hair from her face. She couldn’t believe he’d actually thrown her in. Damn prick. She’d kill him.

  Every kick of her legs tugged at the plug in her ass, and she groaned. She wasn’t sure if it was painful or erotic or both. With a sigh, she glanced around, looking for the smart-ass Dom who’d dumped her, literally, into the cool water.

  He hadn’t even asked her if she could swim. For all he knew, she could’ve drowned. Rolling her eyes, she knew deep down he wouldn’t have let that happen. She didn’t spot him along the side and frowned. Where had he gone?

  Someone emerged from the water just inches in front of her, making her squeal and close her eyes against the splashing water. “Damn it, Nathan,” she snapped, and splashed water toward him. “And after I gave you that incredible blowjob too. Is that how you repay all your subs?”

  Nathan chuckled and pushed her toward the side of the pool. She reached out and grasped the edge just as Nathan moved in. His chest rubbed against her sore nipples, which sent heat to her womb, making her gasp in surprise.

  He grinned and braced both hands on the edge, effectively pinning her in place with his body. “Are you itching for a fight, sub?” he asked, but Connelly could tell by the sparkle in his eyes he was teasing her.

  Nathan had a very playful side she liked a lot. Careful, Connie. Don’t get attached.

  “Maybe. After that, don’t you think you deserve one?” she replied.

  “I deserve a lot of things,” he murmured.

  He moved one of his hands to her thigh and lifted it around his waist. Her pussy settled against his cock, and she had to struggle to remain still and not grind herself along his growing length. God, he was big, and she felt more than a little trepidation at taking him inside her.

  He smiled softly as though he knew what she was thinking.

  “How do you do that?” she whispered.

  “Do what?” he asked as he moved back a bit and slid his hand between their bodies to cup her breast. He pinched her nipple with his fingers, pulling it harshly.

  Connelly gasped and almost forgot what she wanted to ask.

  “Do what, Connelly?” he asked again, forcing her mind back to the conversation, but it was hard to focus when he tweaked her nipples like that.

  “Um…read me so well.”

  “Years of practice.”

  She shook her head. “You said that before. It’s more than that.”

  He moved closer and brought his mouth just inches from hers. “Maybe.” He brushed his lips over hers, sending her body into immediate lust mode. “Maybe I’m just that good.”

  “And maybe you’re too cocky for wo
rds,” she countered.

  Nathan chuckled. “Such a feisty little thing, aren’t you?”

  He ground his hips, rubbing his cock against her mound. Senses instantly sparked to life. She could feel herself getting wetter. The walls of her pussy clenched, making her groan in frustrating need. Even the walls of her ass convulsed around the rod, and she gasped in shock. How could he do this to her so easily?

  He leaned in and murmured in her ear as he continued to tease and torment her nipple. “I could take you right here. Shove my cock inside you and fill this wet pussy full.”

  His words alone were close to sending her into orbit.

  “I’ve been thinking about it ever since Starbucks.”

  Connelly swallowed. So had she, but then he probably knew that just like he knew everything else. She didn’t even notice all the people swimming around them, the eyes watching as he continued to whisper gloriously wicked things in her ear. All she noticed was the feel of his body against hers and the way his voice sent hot blood coursing through her veins.

  She lifted her other leg around his hip, seating herself more fully against his erection. “Very nice,” he whispered. “I like the feel of your hot pussy against me.”

  God, she’d never wanted anyone so bad in her life. “Master, please,” she begged, her voice cracking under the need.

  “You want me inside you?” he asked, using his hand against her hip to help her move her wet pussy up and down his thick length.

  “Yes, Master,” she panted.

  “How bad?”

  Connelly wanted to scream. Her nails dug into his shoulder, creating deep half-moons on his flesh.

  “Bad enough to take me and the plug in your ass?”

  And?

  Nathan chuckled and set the head of his cock at her entrance. Connelly swung from wanting to push him away to wanting to press him into her. He was huge. She would struggle to take him, much less him and the plug. “Nathan,” she squeaked.

  He covered her mouth with his, swallowing her deep groans of pleasure-pain as he pushed his cock into her. Thank God she was wet, was all she could think as he pressed himself even deeper, stretching her walls so tight it actually stung in pain.