She’d had no idea sex could be this good. Nothing she’d read had prepared her for the emotional impact of this kind of connection. She ached to wrap her arms around him. If the evening ended right here and now, she’d be satisfied. She’d experienced enough to fuel months of masturbatory fantasies. But he wasn’t finished with her.
“You’re perfect, girl.”
Every action, every word reinforced the dynamic between them. She realised the earlier spanking had been necessary, no matter how much she had hated it. He’d drawn boundary lines, and if he hadn’t, she wouldn’t be in the same mental space that she was right now.
Sir Phillip kept a hand on her reassuringly until the tremors stopped. And when he went to his bag, it was only for a few moments. He returned carrying a set of nipple clamps, the chain dangling from his index finger.
“Although these are clovers, the pressure is fairly light, as clamps go.”
They looked like instruments of torture to her. She tried to stay still, but if she hadn’t been tied so tightly, she might have tried to run. She stared, transfixed, at the menacing silver metal.
“You always have your safe word,” he said, as if reading her fear.
He moved quickly then, gripping one of her nipples and pinching it into a tight nub, giving her no time to protest.
“I won’t make you beg,” he said.
She wasn’t sure she’d be able to, anyway.
“Ready?” he asked. He didn’t wait for an answer before attaching the first clamp.
She cried out at the shocking, unexpected pressure. Showing no mercy, he moved on to her other nipple, teasing it with his fingers until it was rigid, then ruthlessly clamping it.
“Breathe,” he coached. “Focus on my pleasure at seeing you suffer for me.”
He lifted the chain and pulled on her nipples, distending them painfully. She whimpered. Tears stinging her eyes, she looked away.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
His attention was focused on her, and his gaze was cloudy with desire. His cock was hard, and she realised she’d do anything to earn it. In that moment, his pleasure mattered more than hers.
“You please me, sub.”
Unbelievably her pussy began to throb again.
“I can smell you,” he said. “A sub, hot for her Dom.”
She expected to feel embarrassed, but his statement was so matter-of-fact that it heightened her arousal.
He released his grip on the chain and once again went to the counter. He selected a flogger and showed it to her. “It’s crafted from deer hide.”
The whip’s handle was woven black leather. At least a dozen bright red strands cascaded downward. It looked imposing, and she swallowed deeply.
“This is one of my favourite implements. Like the clamps, it looks worse than it feels.”
“Honestly, Sir, that isn’t reassuring.”
He flicked his wrist a couple of times. She was sure his grin held a glint of wicked triumph. He was pure Dom. “Its impact is fairly light, and it’s designed for whipping your breasts and genitals. We’ll start slow.”
He did. He trailed the strands down her body, igniting nerve endings.
He smacked her a couple of times on the insides of her thighs, but he barely brushed her pussy.
“Yes,” she whispered, giving herself over to the light, stinging sensations.
“Yes, what?”
“Please… More, Sir.”
“What do you want more of, sub?”
“Everything, Sir. Everywhere.”
“Where, specifically?”
Was he deliberately impossible? He began to whip the insides of her thighs, alternating from left to right, blazing eroticism across her skin.
“Myka?”
“My breasts, Sir. My pussy. I want it.” Need it. Crave it.
He gave her everything she asked for, raining blows on her breasts as he pulled on her clamps. He continued to torment her nipples as he moved the deer leather to her pussy and spanked her there.
“Yes, yes, yes. Oh, Sir, I want to come.” Like a shameless hussy, she arched towards his whip.
“Don’t come yet, girl.”
The blazing sting on her pussy made her wet and wanton. “Then fuck me, Sir. Please, fuck me. I want your cock.” With her gaze, she implored him.
He’d reduced her to basest emotions, a helpless sub, desperate for her Dom’s possession.
Relentlessly he continued to punish her pussy, and she was writhing against her restraints, seeking the relief he denied her.
All too suddenly he stopped. The only sound in the room was her ragged breathing.
Shocking her, he dropped to his knees and licked between her labia. She moaned, trying to dig her heels into the foothold as leverage.
He finger-fucked her pussy and toyed with the butt plug as he sucked on her clit. Nothing had prepared her for this erotic onslaught. Her breasts and nipples ached. Her pussy throbbed with denial. “Sir! Please. I beg you. Let me come.”
He found her G-spot and said, “Come. Now.”
Helpless, lost, she did, screaming as he commanded her orgasm.
“That’s a girl.”
Rather than pull away, he sucked her clit once more. Impossibly she came again and again. He was relentless, pulling on her clamps, kneading her breasts, fucking her with his fingers. The plug moved inside her, creating a dozen sensations she’d never felt before.
Myka tossed her head from side to side, alternately trying to escape and seeking more. She felt as if she were coming undone from the inside out. “Fuck me, fuck me,” she said, demanded. “Please… I want your cock. Give it to me, Sir.” She’d never behaved this way before. But this experience had unleashed her. He’d said he wanted to know all her secrets. Even she hadn’t known their depth. “Feeling greedy, Sir.”
“Go on.”
“I…want you.”
He left her long enough to take off his clothes. Unlike her, each of his motions was meticulous. Next came his belt, then his highly polished shoes, and socks. He rolled up each sock and tucked it into a shoe. He shrugged from his jacket and he placed it on a hook. Of course his shirt was monogrammed.
He’d been at this a couple of minutes, and he was still mostly dressed.
“Today, Sir.”
He looked at her with an arched brow. “You’re looking for another punishment, girl?”
“I’m just a helpless little sub who is grateful for the opportunity to experience her Dom’s cock.”
“Don’t forget to bat your eyelashes innocently.”
“Like this?” She blinked twice and then opened her eyes wide. He laughed. The extra dynamic thrilled her.
Despite having seen dozens of pictures of him online, when he removed his shirt, she was shocked by how taut his abs were and how much definition was cut into his biceps. “Sir obviously works out.”
“Stress relief.”
She gasped when he took off his trousers. He wore no underwear, and his cock—thick and long—jutted out demandingly. He clearly shaved his balls. No wonder he had legions of women after him. It obviously wasn’t just for his money.
As he walked towards her, he stroked his cock, making it harder. He stopped barely inches from her face and spanked her cheeks with his dick. The experience thrilled her. His flesh hurt more than she thought it might. There was something slightly humiliating about his pre-ejaculate smearing on her skin, but it was intoxicating.
“Is this what you want, girl?”
“Yes,” she said breathlessly. “More than anything.”
“Turn your head towards me and open your mouth.”
Being restrained and at an awkward angle made it difficult to do as he said. He held her skull with one hand, imprisoning her as he fed her his cock.
The act overwhelmed her. He controlled the depth of his motions. More than ever, she knew what it was truly like to submit. She loved it. And it scared her how natural it seemed.
“That’s my girl,” he s
aid, fucking her face.
His approval made her want to please him more.
“Relax your throat.”
She clenched her hands in fear. There was no way she could take his entire length.
“Stop fighting me.”
Brutally he yanked on the metal chain. She cried out, and he thrust deep. She wanted to shove him away, wanted to beg for mercy. But she was helpless. Her nipples were being tortured, her throat was aching, her entire body was immobilised.
He continued the onslaught until she had no choice but to surrender.
“That’s it,” he said, when his cock was down her throat. As if he’d made a point, he eased the pressure on her chain and slowly removed his cock from her mouth. “Now suck me, girl.”
“Thank you, Sir.” She fellated him, grateful he didn’t force himself deeper.
“You’re understanding,” he said, tightening his grip.
She waited for him to continue.
“Your Dom’s pleasure needs to be your only focus. It’s easy to concentrate on your own discomfort. A good submissive doesn’t waste time feeling self-pity. She or he turns their attention to the acts of service they are performing. Look outside yourself.”
She nodded as best she could. Lesson learnt, she exerted pressure beneath his cockhead, and she savoured the taste and scent of him. She forgot about her needs and desires and instead turned her energy into doing the things that made him moan.
Shockingly, the act of turning him on aroused her. There was so much more to submission than she’d suspected. Some of the things she’d read about she was now just starting to understand.
“That’s enough, girl.” He removed his cock from her mouth.
She grinned, realising her Dom had been on the verge of coming in her mouth. “That was hot, thank you, Sir.”
“I was hoping you’d remember your manners.”
“Are you kidding me, Sir? Sucking your dick was really a pleasure.”
“You couldn’t please me more. But I want to fuck that hot little pussy of yours.”
“Yes, please.” She knew how big he was, how powerful he was, how much self-control he exerted. Sex with him was going to be memorable.
After donning a condom, he knelt between her legs and used his mouth and hands to fully arouse her again. “So responsive,” he murmured.
“I’m so hot for you, Sir.” She longed to wrap her arms around him. But he seemed to have thought of every possible thing to make her fully conscious of her position as a sub.
“You’re wet.”
“Yes, Sir.” She was on the verge of coming when he stood. She knew better than to complain that he’d stopped.
Myka looked at him, transfixed, as he guided his cockhead to her opening. “Oh… Sir, I’m not sure—”
“Take me, sub.”
She groaned as he slowly entered. The plug was still in place, and it made the fit snug.
Nothing could have prepared her for this feeling. The force of him, combined with the intrusion of the plug, left her breathless.
“Relax,” he told her. That was easy to say when it wasn’t his body being impaled.
He grabbed her hips, using her body for extra leverage as he repeatedly thrust into her. He filled her completely. The passage was never easy, but it was unspeakably fulfilling. She could no longer think.
An orgasm crashed into her. “Sir!”
“Take it,” he said.
She came hard, her whole body shaking from the force.
“You’re so tight, girl.”
“Come in me, Sir.”
His body looked magnificent as he set his jaw, closed his eyes, and pounded into her.
She met his motions, accepting everything he offered. He pressed his thumb pad against her clit, keeping her aroused, too. But she didn’t let him distract her.
Watching his orgasm fascinated her. She’d never been this into a man before. She noticed the way his jawbone tightened, the hitch in his breathing, even the slight pause before he jetted forward and tightened his grip on her hips. Now that she’d really noticed him, she vowed to always be this in tune.
He froze for a second, his body rigid. She felt his release, and the way his cock pulsed against her vaginal walls.
Within seconds, he started to move his thumb over her clit. “Sir?” All her previous lovers rolled away and left her alone after they ejaculated. Their coming marked the end of lovemaking.
He slowly eased his flaccid penis from her, but he teased her breasts, and he shocked her by gently biting her below her ribcage. He licked, caressed, pinched, touched, bringing her to full arousal.
“You’re ready,” he said.
“Ready for wh—” She was still formulating her question when he slapped her cunt hard. Her body felt seared, and she screamed, bucking against his hand as she came harder than she ever had before. She sobbed, not from pain, but from the bliss of release.
“What a good little sub,” he said.
Slowly, the world stopped its spinning. After easing the plug from her, he dabbed a warm washcloth over her rapidly cooling body. She’d had no idea he’d even left her.
She was completely satiated, delirious with pain and pleasure, when he released her bonds. Murmuring his approval, telling her how proud he was of her, he rubbed the circulation back into her wrists and ankles, then he massaged her arms and legs. He removed one clover clamp. She gasped, and he immediately sucked the nipple into his mouth to lave away the hurt. He did the same to the other one.
She lay on the bench for several minutes, until it once again felt as if her mind and body were connected.
“No worse for the wear?”
“That was…” She trailed off, unable to find the right words. She was overwhelmed. And she knew it would take time to sort it through in her mind. “Everything I hoped it would be,” she said, settling on something less than profound, less honest than she wanted to be. “Thank you.”
“Welcome to the world of BDSM, lovely sub. It’s been my pleasure to be the one to introduce you. Thank you.” He used a forefinger to push her bangs back from her forehead. “Tony will take you home.”
He was being a complete gentleman, but she felt the sting of rejection. He picked up her clothes from the floor. Unbelievably, he helped her dress, even fastening her bra behind her. Plenty of men had helped her out of her clothes, but he was the only one who’d helped her back into them.
She tried to be brave, to be grateful for the experience, but the truth was, this had affected her more than just physically. She reminded herself of their differences. He was a billionaire who commanded a large empire. He could have any woman he wanted. How could she compare with glamorous movie stars and fun-loving heiresses? She was a regular person, with a regular job, and a regular life. “It was fun,” she said, pretending there wasn’t a knot in her throat.
He offered his hand as she slid from the bench. Once her skirt was in place, he fetched her shoes.
“Give me a moment to dress,” he said.
“No need. I’ll see myself out.”
“Myka. Kneel and wait for me.”
His tone was fierce and commanding. After this evening, every instinct demanded she obey him, but she forced herself to leave without looking back.
It wasn’t until Jason signalled for Tony that she realised she still wore her Dom’s collar.
Chapter Six
Fuck it all. Phillip knew he could go after her, naked or not. A naked Dom would only raise a few brows. But if she was determined to leave, Jason would let her go. The club—rightly so—looked out for its submissives. It wouldn’t matter that she was his guest. If he’d done something to upset her, the club would protect her from him.
Until tonight, he’d believed the rules were reasonable. Who knew a sub would use them against him? Nothing like that had ever happened to him before.
But what the hell would he say if he caught up to her? Neither had intended this to be anything other than a BDSM scene.
; God damn, it had been hot. Through the years, he’d had wickedly delicious scenes. He’d have more in the future, and so would she. She’d been into it and had had several screaming orgasms. He knew she’d want another taste. That thought shouldn’t bother him.
Phillip hadn’t wanted her to leave upset. He might be a Dom, but he was also a gentleman whose mother had demanded he treat the fairer sex well.
He hoped she’d allow Tony to see her home. It mattered to him that she was safe.
Thirty minutes later, as he was nearing his house nestled on a dozen acres far south of Denver, his cell phone rang. He answered on the first ring. “How is she?”
“When I picked her up earlier this evening, she asked if she could sit up front with me, said being in the back was too pretentious. When I drove her home, she sat in the back. She answered a few questions, said she’d had a good evening, but she sure didn’t make any small talk.”
“You made sure she made it into her building?”
Tony didn’t respond.
“Sorry,” Phillip said. “I seem to be saying all the wrong things tonight.”
“You’ve got a talent, boss.”
“Have I fired you recently?”
“Not this week.”
“You’re fired.”
Tony was quiet for a moment before saying, “Don’t drink the whole bottle. You’re not that big of an asshole.”
Phillip was still thinking about her when he poured a single malt in his home office. His computer sat there, the email program open. Since all his messages also appeared on his phone, he knew she hadn’t tried to contact him. He checked anyway.
He sipped the fine liquor, feeling the burn all the way down his throat.
All the way home, he’d told himself she would go on to scene with others, but the idea of anyone but him marring her beautiful skin made him feel icy, controlled anger.
The look on her face when the evening was ending haunted him. Her face was incredibly expressive. He’d seen her frown indicating shock. She’d obviously fought for control over her emotions, and he’d seen her shoulders slump slightly. Scant moments later, her back had stiffened. She’d clearly accepted and agreed with what he’d said, and her blue eyes had darkened with resolution. Her emotions were there, raw, on the surface. She’d never make a good poker player.
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