Eyes widening, she struggled and got nowhere. “No!”
“Oh, yes.” He pushed his finger in farther.
Oh, God, he had his finger in her ass. Slick and cold and such a strange feeling. Nerves she hadn’t felt before started to fire as he eased out slightly, then in farther. “No...” she moaned. Having him touch her there was too intimate, left her too vulnerable. She’d never let anyone do this to her before.
The thought of using her safe word crossed her mind, and then his mouth came down on her clit, sending the sensations there instead. But as he moved his finger, in and out, the tiny fucking motions sent need rioting through her body. Tongue, finger, tongue, finger, her mind couldn’t process the sensations, and her whole lower half tightened, more and more.
He pulled his finger out and pressed two against her, right at the very entrance. Her anus clamped shut, refusing admittance. He waited, flicking his tongue over her clit, his touch too gentle to give her release, driving her mad with impatience. She tried to lift her hips, and the inability to move drove her higher again.
Then his tongue came down on her clit, rubbing it in a demanding stroke, right over the top, the sides, the top, and she was almost...almost... His two fingers drove into her rectum in one hard stroke, and she broke with a scream of shock, the waves of sensation tangling together in her lower half, shooting electric blazes through her whole body. Her pussy tried to buck against his lips, and nothing would move. She could only lay there and shiver, and come and come and come.
As she shuddered with the aftermath, he moved away, disposing of his glove. He returned to lean on the side of the sling, rocking her slightly. Still stunned from the way he’d made her climax, she just watched him, content to have him close. People moved around the room and were undoubtedly watching. She couldn’t bring herself to care.
His fingers toyed with the jewelry lying on her breasts, making the tiny bells chime. “You know,” he said in a musing tone of voice, “I think you’ve started to get off too easily.” He bent and licked over one clamped nipple, his tongue hot. He blew over the wet peak and smiled as she shivered. “From now on, you need to wait for permission to come.”
“What?” she asked in disbelief. During the party as part of the game, that had been bad enough. But here in the club? She could barely get off. Well, before Sir, she could—
He grasped her chin and commanded, “You don’t come until I say you can. Is that clear?”
“But...but what if I do? Master?”
“Then you will have disobeyed me.”
Oh, God. She stared at the heavy rafters above her and tried to imagine not coming when his mouth was on her. Or when he was in her, so big and thick. Just the images alone made her wetter. Try to hold an orgasm back? Her vagina clenched.
He tugged on a nipple clamp, jerking her attention back to him with a rush. “Time to take these off. You ready, sugar?”
Before she could yell no, he’d unfastened the first one. Blood surged back into the nipple. Pain. Ow, ow, ow. She sucked in a breath, her hand starting to—
“Keep your hands on the chains, sub.”
She hissed with the erotic agony, the intense sensation almost pleasure but not quite. Before she’d recovered, he did the other one. Her hands clenched around the chains. He wet his finger, rubbing each peak. Pain and pleasure twined together, the sensations way too intense. She shut her mouth over the moan.
“Very pretty.” He gave her a hard kiss. “And you kept your hands on the chains. Good girl.”
He walked back around to his toy bag and started rummaging in it. She couldn’t see, dammit. Finally he returned, back between her legs. He put lube on something. Oh, that wasn’t good. She craned her neck. He met her gaze and held up a butt plug. Her mouth dropped open.
“Just a little bigger than my two fingers,” he said. “Now that I know how excited you get, I’m looking forward to taking you that way too.”
That way? Like anal sex? Master Nolan was huge. Her back hole contracted as if in protest. “You’re too big,” she whispered.
“That’s why we’re starting off with this size.” He smiled at her, ran his finger down her clit. “Tomorrow you can have a size larger.” Without waiting for her response, he slid the thing right into her.
“Ahhh!” She jerked against the restraint.
His hand pressed down on her mound. “Now did that hurt...or feel good?” His dark eyes studied her.
“It’s okay.” It was sending tingles through her, just from being inside her. She wanted, needed to wiggle, and his hand held her in place.
“Beth,” he warned.
Her lips flattened. She didn’t want stuff stuck up her ass, dammit. But it felt good. Dammit. “Good,” she admitted.
“That’s my honest sub.” His slow smile warmed her as it always did. He walked to the wall and with a rattle and clinking sounds, lowered the sling until it stopped about the level of his hips. She shivered, knowing what would be coming next, only there was something inside her...
But he came back to the middle of the sling, bent, and started kissing her breasts. They were swollen and tight from the ropes, making everything he did more intense. He worked his way up to her nipples, and at the first touch of his lips on the excruciatingly sensitive tips, she squeaked. He ignored her, firming his lips over the nipple, laving the peak with his tongue, the sensations painful, then pleasurable. Even the pain sent erotic jolts straight to her clit. Warmth pooled deep within her. He teased first one breast, then the other, back and forth until she arched up and her hands pulled on the chains.
When he stopped, it took her eyes a minute to focus. By then he was between her legs, sliding his fingers through her folds, rolling her labia between his fingers, spreading her wetness over her clit. With a grin, he squirted lube on her stomach and chuckled as her stomach muscles flinched at the cold sensation. She couldn’t imagine what he needed lube for. The anal thing was already in her, and her pussy was embarrassingly wet.
He unfastened his leathers. Pulling a condom out of his pocket, he sheathed himself. His eyes had turned to molten darkness, and he was hard, very hard as he pressed himself against her, easing in slowly as he watched her face. He kept thrusting, unrelentingly. With that thing inside her, and now him, she felt overfull, stretched beyond comfort. When he stopped, he was deeper than he’d ever been before, and her insides throbbed.
As he pushed the sling outward, she shivered, starting to enjoy the full sensation, and she wasn’t too worked up this time to enjoy it. The sling rocked out and back, moving him inside her until her vagina felt as if it was swelling, becoming more sensitive. The anal plug moved inside as his cock pushed it out of the way, and each thrust jostled the nerves inside her rectum, sending new messages sparking across her pussy.
“Feel good?” he asked, eyes on her, a crease down one cheek.
“Oh, yes.”
He chuckled. “Not good enough if you can still talk.” He gripped the bottom of the sling, just under her right hip and kept the rocking motion going. Watching her face, he took a finger-full of lube and set it right on her clit. She shuddered as the cold sensation shot through her like an electrical storm. And then his fingers, slippery with lube, slid over and around and on top of her clit, dropping her past need into true urgency. Her hips strained upward, her hands clamping on the chains.
Each firm stroke over her clit drove her inexorably closer, and his cock inside her piled sensation on sensation, coiling her tighter and—
“Don’t come, sugar,” he warned in a low voice. “You don’t have permission.” But his fingers didn’t stop moving.
She gritted her teeth, trying to shove her climax back, trembling with the effort, even as he rocked her faster, impaling her on his cock. Harder and harder. He abandoned her clit, grasping the chains with both hands, yanking her onto him, letting her rock away before pulling her back right onto his massive cock, again and again, and each thrust sent her higher. Her whole body shook with the need t
o come, and she moaned, “Siiiir...” She panted as her world narrowed to each unimaginably intense thrust, as if she could feel every tiny micrometer of him entering.
Then he slowed, holding the sling away from him. His cock teased at the lips of her empty vagina. Her pussy felt as if it were on fire, burning with the need to come. He rocked the sling sideways, his cock sliding horizontally across her folds, not nearly enough to satisfy her. Why was he doing this to her?
“I decided it was time we had a little talk.”
“Are you serious?” Her voice sounded as if someone was strangling her.
“Very.” His look turned obstinate. Ruthless. His cock edged up to slide across her clit, reawakening all the nerves.
She waited for more... Nothing. “Wh-what are we talking about?”
His cock probed her entrance. She wanted to push herself down on him and couldn’t move an inch.
“About our relationship. Tell me how you feel about it.”
He wanted conversation? “Besides wanting to kill you right now?”
His grin was a flash of white in his bronze face. He rocked the sling side-to-side, never entering her. And waited.
Her legs quivered. “Um.” How could she think about this now? Relationship... Just thinking about the word made her feel unhappy. She’d told Kyler she loved him, and he’d used her. She didn’t want to love anyone again. Sir’s dark gaze captured hers, and she wanted to touch him, run her hands over his face. Yes, she cared for him, really, really cared for him. But it wasn’t love. She wouldn’t let it be love.
“You love me, sugar. I know that.” His words thudded into her like painful blows to her chest. “Can’t you say the words?”
“I...” Her arousal was dying as confusion, and worry filled her. He knew she loved him? Her hands tightened on the chains until her fingers hurt. Yes, she loved him; how could she not love him? But telling him would leave her so vulnerable. “I can’t.”
“All right.” His eyes never left hers. “Then say, ‘I don’t love you, Sir.’”
The thought of saying that, the sheer wrongness drove the breath from her lungs. Her eyes filled, and she shook her head helplessly.
“You, little rabbit, are very good at getting yourself stuck where you can’t go forward or go back.” His eyes crinkled. “Let’s see if I can’t give you a push.” Setting the head of his cock at her entrance, he rocked the sling, each movement sending his cock into her a little farther. And when he was fully inside her, he leaned forward over her. Now his hips alone rocked the sling. His pelvis rubbed on her mound, and the anal plug moved inside her, and suddenly her whole pussy was stabbing with need. His hands cupped her rope-tightened breasts, and his thumbs rubbed over her very tender nipples.
Abruptly, she was close to coming. Very close. She panted, arching her breasts into his big hands.
And then he stopped. Completely.
“Oh, God,” she whined. “Please, Master. Not again.” Everything down there throbbed, leaving her on the excruciating edge between pain and ecstasy.
He jiggled the sling slightly, and she moaned.
“I love you, Beth. Do you love me?”
What had he said? Her body froze, all the sensations suspended in time as her brain tried to process his words. He loved her? Loved. Her. Oh, God. Warmth filled her chest as she stared at him. “Me?” she whispered.
Despite his sigh of exasperation, a crease appeared in his cheek. “Do I look like I’m fucking someone else in this sling? Yes, you. My little rabbit. My sub. I love you, Beth.”
He’d said the words again. With her name, they had even more impact. He knew her better than anyone ever had, seen the scars on her body, on her soul, knew her fears. He’d let her snap at him before her period, complain when he ate the last of the bread. She shook her head, tried to see a lie in his eyes and saw only love. Right there, in his eyes, something she’d never seen before in any man’s eyes. Oh, God, he did love her. The certainty stole her breath away, and her veins seemed to flow with sparkling bubbles as exhilaration filled her.
His smile grew slightly. “You’re pleased that I love you. That’s a start.” His mouth firmed. “Do you love me?”
The joy of his declaration didn’t make the words come to her tongue. Her mouth went dry. She tried to stiffen, but he moved inside her again. His fingers slid through the lube on her stomach and down her mound. Almost to her clit. Almost, almost...
“Can’t you trust me enough to tell me this?”
“Oh, please...” He loved her. She loved him. Why couldn’t she say it?
His finger drew little circles just above her clit. Nothing else moved.
“I want your answer now, sugar.”
Her hips tried to wiggle and couldn’t. Her thigh muscles were taut with trying to get closer. His finger never stopped, never came close enough. He moved inside. Just a little. “Say it.”
Her mind couldn’t cope with the overloading sensations and his implacable demand, and her defenses crumbled. Tears filled her eyes, turning his face to a blur, and she choked on a sob. “I l-love you, Master. Sir. N-Nolan. I do,” she whispered. Wetness spilled down her cheek.
“I know.” His eyes were warm, his smile satisfied. His calloused hand gently wiped the tears from her face. “However, you will say that to me everyday. So you don’t get out of practice.”
“I love you,” she said again. The words came easier this time, and he grinned at her.
“All right then.” Straightening, he grasped the chain and started rocking the sling. As if waiting had increased the pressure, her body shot straight to arousal. As his cock plunged into her, her clit rubbed against him with each thrust...her exquisitely sensitive clit. She trembled as her body coiled inside until every muscle hurt, her legs straining against the restraints. His thrusts grew hard and faster.
And then he pinned her with a steady gaze. “Come now, Beth.” His lubed fingers slid straight over her clit and rubbed firmly.
She screamed, screamed, screamed, her back arching, the ropes tightening on her breasts as he thrust into her, rolling her into another orgasm. Before she could recover, he leaned forward, holding her breasts in his hands as he ground his cock deep inside her, jerking his orgasm as she spasmed around him.
Still deep inside her, he lowered his weight down on her, his body warm against hers. She wrapped her hands around his shoulders holding him to her as the sling rocked them gently.
After a while, he braced his elbows on each side of her and lifted his head, his black gaze amused. “So you love me, huh?”
“You...” she sputtered, ignoring the thrill the words sent through her. “You blackmailed me into saying that.”
He grinned. “And I enjoyed every minute of it.” He tipped his head down to lick her nipple, and she squirmed under him. “So did you lie to me, or do you mean it?” His gaze was no longer amused as he studied her face, his eyes intense.
She swallowed. Can’t lie to a Dom, not this Dom. Ever. “I meant it,” she whispered. “It’s just so hard to say.”
“I know.” His cheek creased. “And I’m going to remember how well torturing you this way works.”
Lord help her.
His big hands cupped her face. “You know that I love you, Beth. Come and live with me. Come home.” He held her gaze with his, his body over hers. The scarred hands that had brought her back to life, saved her from Kyler, and brought her joy, stroked her cheekbones. He waited.
And she knew there was only one answer possible, one that came easily to her lips. “Yes, Sir.”
THE END
Other Books by Cherise Sinclair
Masters of the Shadowlands series
Club Shadowlands
Dark Citadel
Breaking Free
Lean on Me
Make Me, Sir
To Command and Collar
This Is Who I Am
If Only
Mountain Masters & Dark Haven series
Master of the Mountain
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Doms of Dark Haven 1 Anthology
Master of the Abyss
Doms of Dark Haven 2: Western Night Anthology
My Liege of Dark Haven
The Wild Hunt Legacy series (Erotic paranormal ménage)
Hour of the Lion
Winter of the Wolf
Standalone novels
The Dom’s Dungeon
The Starlight Rite (Erotic Sci-Fi romance)
Having to wear glasses in elementary school can scar a person for life. Dubbed a nerd at an early age, Cherise Sinclair has been trying to live up to the stereotype ever since. And what better way than being an author?
Known for writing deeply emotional stories, Cherise is the author of seventeen erotic romance novels, most with a BDSM theme. (Please do not mention the phrase mommy porn in her presence.) Called an “ascendant erotica queen” by Rolling Stone Magazine, Cherise has a multitude of awards ranging from a National Leather Award to a Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice nomination to the GoodReads BDSM group award for best author of 2011.
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Lean On Me (Masters of the Shadowlands 4) Excerpt
Copyright 2009 by Cherise Sinclair
Ms. Sinclair creates magic with another deliciously hot story that pushes the boundaries and offers up some steamy pleasures! ~ The Romance Studio
Andrea wants to submit, but not to just any so-called Dom. He has to be tougher than the slum-bred bullies she grew up with. She’d given up finding a true Dom when her friend finagles her a place as a trainee in an exclusive BDSM club with the powerful Shadowlands Masters. Andrea’s thrilled...and terrified.
Forced to accept an unknown submissive into his carefully run trainee program, Master Cullen is furious. Not only is the young woman new to BDSM, but she’s unsuited to her role—armoured in leather like a Domme, she’s more liable to punch a Dom than kneel. He decides to push her right back out the door. But as he ruthlessly intimidates her, punishes her, then cuddles her, his glimpses of the woman inside the emotional armour intrigue him and her utter surrender captures his heart.
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