BegMe

by Scarlett Sanderson

  He had no clue what he felt for her, but there was something. Something intimate, something more than just a Dominant giving lessons to a willing submissive. Every time he thought of her with another dom, he wanted to do major damage to the nearest wall. He was even considering asking her to be his partner at the BDSM party in a few weeks.

  “You are so screwed.” Figuratively and hopefully…literally.

  What seemed liked hours later, the doorbell chimed, saving him from wallowing in his thoughts any longer. A glance at the clock made him wonder what had taken her so long.

  Jared padded through the house to the front door. Unlatching it, he pulled it open a fraction and waited for his eyes to adjust to the change in lighting.

  Outside, the weather matched his mood—damp, wet, dark. The wait had been worth it. Tessa stood framed against the light, shoulders slightly hunched as she brushed speckles of rain from her all-black coat. His gaze trailed down the length of material. The coat was set in a Japanese geisha style. Its high-necked collar made sure her body was covered from neck to foot. The only skin on show was the pale skin of her ankles.

  When he caught a glimpse of black high-heeled stilettos, he laughed. The coat might be practical but the shoes were real showy. It made him wonder what she wore beneath. He’d commanded her to stay naked. Had his stubborn Tessa followed his order?

  His laughter drew her gaze. He saw the spark of recognition behind her eyes, of desire mirroring his own.

  “Tessa. Come in.” He opened the door wide and allowed her to step inside.

  She looked at his glass and raised an eyebrow. “Little early to be hitting the bottle, isn’t it?”

  He flashed a wicked grin. “Never too early for a snifter of fine whiskey.” He whirled the glass under her nose. “Here, have a sip. It’ll warm your bones. Or so my momma used to tell me.”

  She eyed the glass warily. A few heartbeats later she took it from him and swallowed the remaining alcohol. Her grimace as the liquor went down made Jared chuckle. He loved a woman who didn’t shy away from anything. Tessa was one of those women.

  He winced. He didn’t want to think about using the L-word and a woman’s name in the same sentence.

  He scowled and silenced the thoughts in his head. “Feeling warmer?”

  Tessa shivered and shook her head. “I think my brains just dropped out.” Blinking rapidly, she focused her gaze. “That’s some good malt.”

  Jared gave a mock tip of an imaginary cowboy hat. “Only the finest for us Texans, ma’am.”

  “Yeah, yeah. I’ve heard it all before, cowboy.” She patted her short black hair, smoothing wet strands from her forehead.

  The movement lifted her breasts, and Jared growled. His cock hardened, strained against the confines of his jeans. Lust, need and something he didn’t want to examine clawed at his skin. He didn’t feel playful anymore. Instead he felt wild, feral. He felt the need to take, command, dominate. Not just anyone—he felt the need to dominate Tessa. His woman. His submissive to do with as he pleased.

  Blood coursed around his body, his pulse pounded in his ears.

  Moving toward her like a predator closing in for the kill, Jared fingered the buttons on her coat. He rolled them between his fingers and imagined rolling her nipples in the same way.

  He flashed a grin. “Ready for lesson two?”

  Biting her lower lip, Tessa nodded.

  “Good.” Slowly, he moved his hand across her shoulder, caressing his way down her arm. Twining his fingers with hers, he led her through the house.

  It was time to up the ante in his game of seduction.

  Seduction? Where did that come from? Jared scowled, thankful Tessa couldn’t see his expression. When had it moved from scratching a mutual itch to seduction?

  The minute she came on your hand at the restaurant. The minute you saw unabashed pleasure on her face from a simple orgasm.

  Shut the fuck up.

  “You have a nice house, Jared.” Her words broke his thoughts.

  Thankful for the distraction from his internal dialogue, he turned his head, answering her with a smile. “Glad you think so.”

  Onward they moved, through rooms, hallways. Jared knew it was pure hedonism to have a house this large. Five bedrooms were more than enough to accommodate his lone ass. Most of the time he just rattled around in the place. Most of the rooms never got used.

  No one could accuse him of failing to make something of himself with a house this size. It was kind of a fancy screw you to his dad. Jared would never be trailer trash. Back in Texas, they’d lived in a small, cramped apartment. As soon as he made enough money, he’d bought this house.

  He liked the house, enjoyed the open space. One room had gotten more than its fair share of action, though not in a while. In a few minutes, Tessa would see the room for herself. He couldn’t wait for her reaction. Would she be shocked, or would she embrace it like everything else he had offered her?

  “I hope you like this room. It’s where your real submission will begin.” Stopping outside a plain wooden door, he turned and cupped Tessa’s expectant face between his hands. Smoothing the pale skin of her cheekbones, he asked, “You ready?”

  She answered with a hesitant yes, and Jared opened the door.

  * * * * *

  Tessa blinked. The rest of the house had been contemporary but minimalist. This room was beyond anything she could have imagined. The walls were a dark, dark red, covered with erotic fetish photographs. A large, wooden bondage table stood in the center of the room. Complete with leather stirrups, its polished walnut frame gleamed. The black-vinyl upholstery shone.

  She closed her mouth, realizing too late it gaped open. One second later and spittle would have flowed out. Various other bondage equipment lined the walls. Some she recognized, some she didn’t. Tilting her head to the side, she contemplated one strange contraption, wondering how the hell it could be used for pleasure. It looked like something from the Inquisition.

  She pointed at it and turned to look at Jared. “My lesson doesn’t include that, does it?”

  She gulped, swallowed the rising panic. An erotic image of her spread-eagled and tied down flashed into her head, Jared standing over her, wielding a cane, tapping it lightly on her breasts.

  Her pussy creamed. Her aching nipples pressed against the wool coat, begging for attention. She wouldn’t be able to move, he’d be in complete control and she would be unable to stop him. Fear and anticipation lodged deep in her stomach.

  Could she really let him secure her to that thing? Would it hurt? It looked like it would hurt.

  From the chuckle he gave, Tessa knew her face held a look of pure horror.

  “No, my stubborn little slave. That is for someone…” He stopped, searching for the right word. “More experienced in the ways of bondage and submission. As your Master, I’m just trying to get you to submit.”

  Not as easy as it seems, huh, mister?

  She couldn’t help her defiance. Her nature was to be dominant. To take control. She’d been that way all her life. Despite her desires, she was scared of losing herself in submission. She was afraid giving up control meant her life would come crashing down.

  Who knew fulfilling desires would be so damn hard?

  She rolled her eyes and took a deep breath. “Okay. I promise to play nice today.” She walked into the room and opened her arms wide. “I’m all yours to do with what you will.” Turning, she flashed Jared a wicked smile before clasping her hands, lowering her eyes and bowing. “Master.”

  Stepping into the room behind her, he closed the door. The sound reverberated around, followed by utter silence. Soundproofing. She was reminded of an old movie quote, something about no one being able to hear you scream in space. Yeah, no one would hear her scream. Whether that was bad or good had yet to be determined. Although she trusted Jared, niggling doubts beat at the edges of her mind. What if he hurt her?

  “Take off your coat.” He leaned against the door, arms crossed over
his chest.

  Locking her gaze to his, Tessa slowly, seductively, undid each button, bending to reach the ones at the bottom. Keeping the coat closed until she reached the last button, she bent one knee, sliding her foot up onto tiptoes. The material parted and she flashed him a peek of bare flesh. Jared might be a Dominant but she could enjoy making him squirm.

  “Take it off now, Tessa.” His voice was low, guttural.

  Her body tightened, went liquid and pliant. Her pussy heated, pulsed with need as his tone sent her nerve endings into overdrive. Just when she’d been enjoying herself, he had to go and be all commanding on her. Typical man. She was here to learn submission. Didn’t mean she couldn’t be a little playful.

  “Is that a command, Master?”

  He nodded.

  Deciding to tease him a little, she clasped the material at her breasts and shrugged the heavy coat off her shoulders. As it dropped, she released her grip, letting the coat fall into a pool at her feet. He slowly raked his gaze over her body. His chest heaved. His nostrils flared. He liked what he saw.

  Her legs went weak. Her heart beat wildly against her rib cage.

  Yes. This was what she wanted. She wanted him wild for her, she wanted him to ache as much as she did. In some deep part of her soul, she wanted to pay him back for making her wait.

  He pushed away from the door and stalked toward her with a predatory dark gleam in his eyes. The look sent fire through her body right down to her clit. It throbbed in time to her heartbeat. Moisture began to gather between her thighs. Her mouth went dry. Her nipples beaded.

  “I told you not to wear anything except the coat.”

  Defiant to the last, Tessa had picked out a red-and-black jacquard, strapless corset that accentuated her curves. Not even at his command would she go au naturel. She wasn’t willing to relinquish all her control.

  The matching scrap of material that covered her pussy was soaked through. The heady scent of musk filled her nostrils and she was sure he could smell her desire, know she was turned on.

  He rubbed his thumb across her exposed collarbone. “I like this but next time, when I tell you not to wear something, don’t wear it. Understood, slave?”

  Before she could answer, Jared dipped his head and sampled her skin with his lips. He sipped at her shoulder like it was a fine wine. His kisses were like whispers. Tessa lost all rational thought. Whatever he wanted, he could have.

  “Understood, Master.”

  Her body cried out for his. Her brain screamed at him to kiss her, touch her, taste her, fuck her. She whimpered when he circled her and banded one arm around her waist, pulling her ass against his heavy erection.

  “Submit to me, Tessa. Please. Today. Now.”

  He squeezed her breast, massaging the fleshy globe, rubbing the heel of his hand over her nipple. It distended even more. The arm around her waist moved lower and he cupped her pussy. She felt the heat of his palm against her mound and she moaned.

  Too much. It was all too much. She became a mass of aching, tingling flesh. Her body warred with her emotions. Physically, she needed him. Emotionally, she couldn’t submit. Not yet. It was too soon. Fear coiled inside her, mingled with desire. How could you want someone so much and be afraid of that need at the same time?

  “Please, Jared. Please…”

  A hand moved between her thighs, putting delicious pressure on her pubic bone in the process.

  Tessa rocked her hips against him. “Dominate me. Please, Jared!”

  He was relentless in his ministrations. He strummed her pounding clit. She bit her lip, needing to come. He worried his thumb against the tiny bud, circling it, pressing it against her pubic bone.

  “Submit to me, Tessa. You know you want to. I can feel you creaming all over my hand.”

  “No.”

  The delicious pressure became too much. The tingling in her clit burst through her body. All her nerve endings spiked. She closed her eyes, threw her head back against Jared’s shoulder and cried out.

  “Jared!” Her muscles went rigid. Her skin was tender to touch.

  It had been so long since she’d had a man. The emotions Jared unleashed made her want to weep. She’d never been so turned-on, so aroused by someone’s touch.

  He continued to rub her gently, the aftershocks sending tiny bursts of pleasure into her system. She felt thoroughly sated.

  His cock pressed against her thigh. His heat seeped into her and she looked into his eyes. They burned with possession, threatening to drown her with their intensity.

  “Now the fun part begins.”

  Fun? Hell, she’d thought that had been fun. What else did he have planned?

  Sweeping her up like she weighed nothing, Jared carried her to a bondage table. Made of heavy oak, it looked like a medieval banquet table. Laying her down face up, he fixed the stirrups in place, binding her hands and feet.

  She lay spread-eagle. Open to him, vulnerable. The doubt and fear must have been evident in her eyes because he leaned forward and placed a tender kiss on her lips.

  “Trust me.” Moving away from her, he stood, looking down. Lifting a hand to his nose, he sniffed. “God, I love the scent of your pussy.” He licked his fingers and almost purred. “You taste as good as you look.”

  Tessa swallowed. Her heart beat so fast it would surely give her a heart attack. Her skin tingled, her body hyperaware of her surroundings. The leather chafed at her joints, creating a frisson of pain. Blood roared in her ears. Moisture slithered down her thighs. She’d never been so aware of her body.

  “Before we start, there are a few technical things we need to get sorted.” He trailed his fingertips along her thigh.

  He wanted to talk safety now? Tessa couldn’t believe he’d tied her up, primed her engine and then wanted to talk. She gritted her teeth and let out a growl of frustration. “Make it quick.” Just a little more to the left and he’d be touching her pussy.

  This drew a smile from Jared. “Patience, Tessa. Do you have any limits, anything you would feel uncomfortable with?”

  She only had one hard limit. “I don’t want to be shared with anyone. Group sex is a no. As is having sex with other people while you watch.” She didn’t know why, it just set her nerves on edge. She wasn’t ready for that.

  He nodded. “You don’t have to worry about that.” He stroked the tender skin on her thigh. “What’s your safeword?”

  “Pandora.” Tessa had known he might ask. “Pandora is my safeword.” She jerked against her restraints, trying to move his hand.

  Jared cocked an eyebrow. “As in Pandora’s box?”

  Tessa blushed. “Yeah. As in Pandora, who got curious and opened the box, hence unleashing sin into the world.”

  He reached her calf and caressed the muscle. “I can promise you, the only sin we’ll be releasing is our own.”

  His comment made them both laugh.

  “Those are specially made restraints. One real, hard tug and they will unbuckle.” He stared intently into her eyes. “You ready, Tessa?”

  She lowered her gaze like a good little submissive. “I’m ready.”

  “Then we’ll begin.” Fisting a handful of his sweater, Jared pulled the material up, over his head.

  Tessa’s gazed dropped to his well-sculpted chest. She drooled. It was impossible not to. The guy was buff, with a capital B. She’d known from the first moment she laid eyes on him in the club he was ripped, but this was something she’d been unprepared for.

  His torso was chiseled, dusted lightly with crisp, dark hair. Spreading halfway down his arm, across his left shoulder and onto his chest, curled a dragon tattoo. The dragon looked vicious, with snarling teeth. The colors were amazing. It showcased his torso to perfection. She wanted to trace the contours with her tongue.

  Oh yeah, if she got the chance, she had plans for the tattoo.

  “Like what you see, slave?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “Good. I love that look on your face. I’m glad you find me attractive. It makes my coc
k so fucking hard. You can’t wait to get your hands on me, can you? Greedy little Tessa.”

  Finding him attractive was the understatement of the year. Tessa was mesmerized by him. He was hypnotic. She shivered. His eyes promised untold amounts of pleasure.

  He gripped her ankle. She expected him to caress her calf like he’d done earlier. Instead he ran his fingertips over one of her heels, fingering the lines of the instep, down to the pointed end of her toes then back up, across and down the heel to the very tip of the stiletto.

  “I should punish you for disobeying my command. You’d like me to punish you, wouldn’t you, Tessa?” He flicked off her heel and ran a fingertip quickly across the sole of her foot.

  Tessa groaned and curled her toes. Even one small flick of his fingers electrified her.

  “How do you want me to punish you, slave?” Jared wrapped his hand around her ankle and slowly, softly ran it up her calf, to her knee and beyond. Up to her thigh.

  She held her breath, waiting, praying for him to move higher, to the ache in her pussy.

  Wicked mischief danced in his green eyes. Standing before her, he looked like the devil incarnate. “You think a good fuck is in order? Think you could handle that punishment?” He fingered the edge of her thong.

  “Yesssss.”

  Her body burned for his. He spoke of punishment but his slow ministrations were pure torture to her overly aroused body.

  “No, I think we’ll leave that for another time.”

  He moved his hand, leaving the ache and moving higher, higher, toward her breasts. She watched him shift positions. He spread his legs and leaned over her. Deftly, he started to unhook the eye clasps of her corset.

  She sucked in a breath as he bared her breasts to the cool air. Already aching and distended, her nipples beaded to the point of pain. His eyes glistened, his tongue snaked out to touch the tip to his upper lip.

  Swooping down like a vulture after a meal, he latched onto one of her breasts. Taking the tender flesh into his warm, waiting mouth, Jared suckled. She felt the suction right down to her toes.

  She curled her fingers into fists and willed herself not to break the bonds. What she really wanted to do was grip his luscious dark hair and drag his mouth to hers. But this was a lesson in submission. She’d chosen to be here, in this position, at his mercy.