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Dark, Dangerous, Delicious - Control

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by Cassandre Dayne


  Her eyes were drawn to the action and for a minute she was befuddled, unable to even think clearly. He had a way about him that managed to unhinge her every time they were together. “Yes, sir and I crave your discipline, a harsh whipping.” What she wanted to say was fuck me hard, but he was in charge. He made the rules. He was… He was her Master. God, the word was sometimes difficult to even think about. Swallowing hard, she pressed the tips of her fingers across her quivering mouth and tried to control her breathing. The noises of the train filtered into the dense space, adding to her apprehension of what he was going to do.

  “Come.” The single word was laced with a crazed need, a burning hunger.

  There was something about this intense moment, the completely uninhibited way she was feeling, that continued to catch her off guard. She titled her head, pursing her lips, and noticed even the subtle change in her mannerisms intrigued him, turned him on more. He was a man of few words at times when they were together, preferring to keep her off guard. But his words over long and very expressive emails highlighted the amazing man he truly way, strong and intelligent yet unyielding in his requirements.

  Her heart racing, Stasia hungered, but not for food. The way the train was swaying back and forth was merely a reminder she was here for a reason, to fuck him. To fuck the man who owned her.

  She'd waited far too long to spend time with the powerful, yet very subtle Dom who sat in front of her, his eyes studying her every move. Excitement surging through her, Stasia eased in front of him anticipating his commands. He said very little in the way of direction, yet when he did she quivered, longing to obey him. Him. She smiled, a nervous tick appearing in the corner of her mouth. He was all consuming and.... Well, the thought about his mocha skin and haunting eyes, the way he fucked her was something she needed.

  Of course they weren't exclusive and never would be, but the taste and the touch together was something irrational.

  "Take off your clothes."

  She heard his voice, his barely audible voice, and for a few seconds she allowed a simple joy of studying the man hidden in the shadows. "Sir?"

  "You heard me. I said take off your clothes. Then come to me. It's time for your whipping."

  Her body trembling, Stasia moved closer, her nipples scraping against the thin lace of her bra. She studied his eyes, the potent look, and there was no doubt what he wanted, what he would have. There was no other way to put the way he was looking at her. Master Greg would take what he wanted.

  Exhaling slowly, he eased off the smooth leather bench, his eyes never leaving her face. Tilting his head, he tweaked her nipples before slowly unfastening his belt. "You're a very bad girl. You need to be punished."

  "Yes, sir." The single slice of pain was invigorating. Swallowing, she hummed to herself as she unfastened one of two ties holding the wrap style dress against her curvaceous body. The slinky material was perfect for her curves, her long legs. She knew how much he loved the color of red on her and the slip of material was body hugging, perfect for her hourglass figure. Stasia was so turned on she was jittery and the closer she drew to him the more she wanted to succumb to him completely, the last ounce of her body and soul given to the one man who she’d been able to open up to.

  “Take it off. Now.” Greg shifted as he rubbed his finger back and forth across his mouth.

  Nodding, she pushed the dress off her shoulders, allowing gravity to take the slip of material to the floor. The slight whoosh matched the moan erupting from her lips. Stasia exhaled slowly as she reached around an unfastened her bra. She couldn’t help but think about the hundred dollar purchase from Victoria’s Secret. Bras and panties had to match and this set was something she knew he appreciated, given the way his cock was pushing hard against his pants. When the bra was removed she covered her breasts instinctively until he gave her a stern look.

  “Every inch of your body belongs to me. Period. You can’t hide from me. If I want you naked, parading in front of others, you will do as I say. If I want to whip your ass in the middle of a crowded street, I will do so. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir.” Shit, she was so turned on. Instantly she dropped her arms and blinked as she slipped her fingers under the thin elastic of her thong. When she managed to remove the gauzy lace, tossing them aside, she shuddered as the train rumbles pulsed deep into her cunt.

  “Beautiful. Fucking beautiful and you belong to only me. Do you understand?” Greg whispered.

  “Yes sir.” The rumble of his rich voice somehow soothed her apprehension and as she closed the distance to him, she realized she wanted nothing more than to please him. All she could think about was having him shove her down to the floor, savagely shoving his cock inside her asshole, slapping her ass over and over again

  "Tonight we begin a new chapter."

  ****

  Greg was well aware of Stasia’s angst as well as the level of excitement surging through her. Seeing her naked and so very vulnerable in front of him pushed him over the edge. She had no idea the effect she had on him, the nights he’d spent dreaming about owning her, fucking her without any reservation. He longed to do nothing but consume her, train her, use her and fuck her in a way he hadn't been able to with other women. She'd managed to crawl under his skin and the suffocating mask hiding his cravings. He studied her form, the way her face was glowing in the dim lighting as the scenery whisked by them, lives seeming to want so much more than the drudgery they'd been offered.

  "Sir?" Stasha's voice was full of apprehension, yet the strong woman inside seemed to be shining through.

  And God he wanted this woman. He needed to tame her, whip her, drive her into the same level of ravaging desires that he couldn't get away from. Wrapping his hand around her throat, he dragged her closer and very slowly lowered his head, his lips brushing across hers. When he spoke, the words were merely a husky whisper... “I’m going to make you succumb to me in every way.”

  Her body trembling, she blinked as a tick appeared in the corner of her mouth.

  Greg allowed his hungry growl to linger as he dug his nails into her skin, yanking her compliant body further forward. His cock ached. There was something about this woman, the way he became out of control around her that made him need to be rougher than normal, making certain she knew who she belonged to. "Slut. You're such a fucking slut. Aren’t you?" And he only needed the whore her inner being desired to be. He tugged her back and forth, every move pulling her closer. Stasia like it rough, craved a strong hand. He reached around and patted her naked ass before pressing the tips of his fingers in between her ass cheeks, wigging them back and forth.

  “Yes…I…” Stasia panted, her voice barely audible.

  “I’m going to fuck you here tonight. No lube.” Thrusting his fingers inside her ass, he clenched his eyes shut as her ass muscles clenched around the invasion, drawing him deeper inside. For a full minute he enjoyed the pleasure of driving deep and hard into her asshole, the way she was breathing raggedly and the sounds of her soft moans. Greg was growing far too hungry to wait. Pushing her back, he shoved over the small table until her head lolled off the side. “Desperate to suck my cock?”

  The husky moan her only answer, she eased one hand up the length of his inner thigh until her hand rested on his loosened belt. As she fumbled to release him, she breathed across his crotch.

  The moment his cock was freed from the tight confines, he shuddered and reached down, slapping her naked breasts.

  Stasia whimpered as she arched her back.

  Inhaling the sweet smell of her feminine whiles, Greg slapped her breasts until they were a bright pink, his emotions roaring. Goddamn he wanted to fuck her savagely. He had to use restraint. Tonight was about drawing the final line, the one she would learn never to cross. “You can be such a good girl.”

  Wiggling back and forth across the table, she looked up at him only once before lowering her eyes, rubbing both sides of his dick. Stasia moaned and darted out her
tongue, giving him a series of quick licks around his cockhead.

  Greg loved the way she teased him with her sultry words and willful ways. He’d allowed her to get away with far too much. She was beginning to top from the bottom, something he refused to allow. “You’re going to suck me now. But there’s much more in store for you.” He kicked off his shoes and tugged down his pants until he was able to free his legs. “Open your mouth.”

  She obeyed instantly, opening her mouth wide.

  Growling, he slapped her face with his shaft and the way the thudding sound floated into the air gave him a series of shivers skating down his back. “I’m going to whip you, strike you and fuck you.” Cupping both breasts, he squeezed until she yelped, then slipped the tip of his cock inside her mouth. “Suck me.”

  Wrapping her mouth around the tip of his dick she sucked, using her jaw muscles to clap around the thick muscle. All the while she moaned as he continued to knead her breasts roughly. He fucked her mouth in careful, even drives, every thrust going deeper. The way his cock filled her throat, rippling up and down the length of her neck was enticing, driving him into what he called Domspace. The moment had gotten far too dangerous, pushing them both to an edge he might not recover from. Tonight he was very much in the mood to lose the last vestige of control.

  Taking both nipples in between his fingers, Greg pinched and twisted as he began to plunge his cock deep inside her mouth. “That’s it. Take all of it, every inch.” He thrust harder and faster, the tip hitting the back of her throat, as he twisted and pulled her nipples until they were purple, the buds hard. He loved abusing her body, seeing how much she could take. From this angle she was able to take every inch of his cock, her lips flapping against his balls. Stick out your tongue.”

  She hesitated, a strangling sound coming from her mouth.

  Greg slapped one breast with enough force she jerked up from the table. “I said stick out your tongue. Lick my balls.”

  Slipping out her tongue, she licked in small circles as her hands fluttered up to grip his legs.

  “No touching.” Greg grazed his nails down her stomach to the smoothness of her pussy and instantly she opened her legs wide. “Knees up.”

  Moaning, she lifted her legs, exposing her shaved cunt.

  He continued thrusting inside her mouth as he swirled the tip of his finger around her clit, his other hand squeezing her breast. As she sucked harder, taking every inch of him, he toyed with her pussy lips, finally driving his fingers inside her wet heat.

  “Mmmm…” Her whimper was ragged, full of lust and the sounds of her sucking seemed to take on a rhythm.

  Grunting, he dragged his hand up to her throat, wrapping his hand around until her body jerked. The strangled sounds as she struggled to breathe gave him chills. Very slowly he lowered his head, watching the carnal act with growing interest. She was in the very palm of his hand, her body and soul learning to acquiesce to his needs. And he wanted more. Much more. “Hot and wet. Just like you need to be.”

  She shivered visibly as she wiggled on the table, her arms dangling off the table. Blinking rapidly, her breathing came in short pants.

  Harder and faster he plunged his cock into her mouth as he thrust four fingers deep inside her cunt. Greg longed to cum, wanted nothing more than to spew sperm inside her pussy, but he used restraint, pulling out his cock and fingers and taking a giant stride away from her.

  “Ooohhh…” Gasping, she shook her head and moved, her eyes never leaving him. “Sir…I…”

  “Ssshhh…” Greg held out his hand, showing her his glistening fingers, and slid the tip of his index finger around his mouth before engulfing all four. The taste of her was sweet, driving him to wanting more. He made the sound exaggerated on purpose, allowing her to see the lust in his eyes. Seconds later he removed them with a loud pop and reached down, grabbing his pants. Very slowly he pulled the belt from the loops.

  “Ooohhh…” Stasia shifted on the table, her hands waving back and forth.

  Greg could hear her heart thumping and caught the single whimper escaping her lips. Stasia knew what was coming, realized he was going to punish her, and she feared and yearned. She was close to becoming a pain-monger, fueling a dark hunger he kept buried deep in his soul.

  Everything about her touch drove him wild with desire, pushing him into such an uncontrollable state he knew he could get lost in the nearly desperate needs he had for her. He struggled every day with his brazen desires and the reality of his life. Sniffling, he pushed the other man aside. Tonight he was going to claim her.

  There wasn’t fear in her eyes but a moment of completely submitting to him, giving him the women few would ever know. “You want to please me?”

  "Yes, sir. God, yes sir."

  “Good.” Turn over on your belly and spread your legs wide for me.”

  Stasia almost never hesitated when he directed her, but tonight he was going to stretch her limits. He had much more in store than just the train ride.

  Crack!

  The sound of the belt hitting the floor drew a sharp cry from her mouth. She scrambled and turned over, a series of moans and pants escalating into short squeals. “Sir…I…

  “I said no talking. Raise your arms and grip the edge of the table.” The action pulled her feet up from the floor, leaving her exposed and vulnerable.

  When she was in the perfect position, he took a single finger and feathered it down her spine to the crack of her ass. Greg tapped both inner thighs until she opened her legs as far as they would go.

  Whoosh! Crack!

  “Oh!” Stasia jumped.

  This time the sound seemed to echo into the room. He sucked in his breath and dragged the end of the belt up and down the length of her back, making certain she felt the thick leather against her creamy skin. “Tonight you understand feel the heat of my displeasure.” He took a step back, admiring her form, the way her skin shimmered in the dim lighting. “Do you understand?’

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Do you?”

  Stasia kept her cheek pressed against the cool wooden top, and he could see her body tensing. “Yes, I…”

  Crack! Greg snapped his wrist, allowing the slimmest tip of the belt to slice across her ass. The instant the leather connected, he sucked in his breath, jazzed by the way her body trembled, the way his hand shook. He wrapped his hand around her long locks of hair, jerking her head backwards as he moved the leather strap back and forth across her ass.

  Whoosh! Pop!

  He slapped the tops of her thighs as she moaned and wiggled. The instant crimson marks were such a delicious satisfaction. Intertwining his fingers in her hair, he yanked back, forcing her slender back into a harsh angle.

  Whap! Crack!

  Issuing a series of harsh slaps, he couldn’t help but wonder if their savage act could be heard in the next cabin. Were the people listening, their ears placed against the side of the interior cabin, their libidos racing off the charts? For a moment he debated opening the door, offering a moment of pure sin for the rest of the train to see. The thought was salacious and pushed his cock to a point he was going to have to have relief soon.

  He raised the belt over his head as he studied her reddened ass, the way her knuckles remained white and her back heaving up and down. This was pure bliss.

  Slap! Slap! Pop!

  “Ooohhh…” Stasia yelped and flailed, her body shaking involuntarily.

  “Stay still,” he whispered as he pressed his hand on the small of her back as he popped a grouping of small slaps from her right foot to her calf, traveling up to her inner thigh. The next set was a grouping of hard wallops across her ass and back, and he couldn’t help but admire the growing welts. Continuing the harsh punishment, her cries and whines mixed with his grunts of pure satisfaction and for a few seconds he had trouble focusing, The need to whip her longer and harder wrapped around his body and soul like a tight glove. He wanted to inflict pain, craved taking her to
her outer limits.

  And so he continued belting her until there was an intense crisscrossing of red marks lacing her back, buttocks and legs. Her whimpers were subdued, more like scattered noises derived from pure ecstasy. Greg had never driven her into the highly revered subspace. Tonight he knew he had.

  Dropping the belt, Mark allowed her to rest her head as he leaned over and kissed her shoulder and back, sliding the tip of his tongue down to her ass. Biting down on her ass cheek, the lovely sound of her intense cry gave him several trembles down his legs. He bit her other bruised cheek before taking both hands and opening her ass cheeks, exposing her perfectly puckered hole. There was nothing better than fucking her ass, shoving his black clock deep inside until she struggled in vain, unable to gain the upper hand. Taking a woman in the ass was the purest form of owning her, controlling her, and showing her who was in charge.

  “Ooooh…aaaaaa…” Her breathing became more and more ragged as she wiggled and shoved her ass back, the invitation pure and full of need.

  “Mmm…” Chuckling, he opened her ass cheeks wider and dipped his head down, licking around her dark hole. Her moans were barely audible yet so attractive, a powerful draw. He swirled his tongue around in a lazy fashion before darting the tip just inside her asshole. He was amazed how her body reacted, every move an incredible aphrodisiac. Shoving the entire length of his tongue inside her rosy hole, he wiggled his tongue.

  “God…oh…I…”

  Greg licked and thrust his tongue in and out until she started to relax, her breathing becoming even. When he could stand it no longer, he rose to his full height, placing the tip of his cock to her open hole. He dug his nails into one hip as he reached around her neck and gripped her throat. “Tonight you become completely mine.” He thrust the entire length of his dick deep into her ass until his balls slapped against her skin, the rocking of the train adding to the sensations and friction in the most delicious way. He smiled and closed his eyes, allowing the motion of the train to soothe the savage beast brimming to the surface. As he squeezed around her neck, taking Stasia to a very dangerous edge, Mark sighed. Tonight was all about letting go…

 

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