Tamed

by Stacey Kennedy

  He chuckled.

  Part of her ached to stay silent, to listen to his guidance without words, but that would be allowing herself to fall into his command. “You’re not going to talk to me?”

  With a confident slowness, his eyes wandered over her from head to toe and her body temperature spiked, not in arousal, but in sizzling frustration. It became all too clear he needed to gain her submission and that he was playing with her emotions to get it. Oh, he is so stupid if he thinks I’ll allow that. “Are you going to answer me?” she snapped.

  Again, he said nothing.

  Nor did he look at her.

  He moved in behind her and pressed his foot against the back of her knee, forcing her into a kneeling position. Her head naturally drifted down before she realized what she was doing and jerked her chin up, refusing to succumb to Porter’s mastery.

  He wanted submission. She demanded the pain she needed to drift away from reality. Her needs outweighed his, and now, with her emotions at risk, she fought against every single submissive tendency inside. Pain mixed with pleasure gave her what she needed, and, as a added bonus, she loved getting a Dom all worked up.

  Refocused on her part in this all, she scanned the crowd, noticing Dmitri sitting with his pretty blond submissive, Presley Flynn. He was the reason she played with Porter now, and she knew everyone in the dungeon would soon be observing them to see how she reacted. And to also see if she fought against Porter like she did every Dom.

  Porter’s low chuckle drifted from her side; apparently, he didn’t care that she wasn’t in proper submissive posture. In fact, that amusement indicated to her that he liked it. Hot irritation flared through her. She didn’t want this intimacy. She wanted him to get her naked, flogged, and fucked.

  She said in her sassiest voice, “What next?”

  His eyes danced. Literally danced with enjoyment. His mouth also stayed tightly shut.

  She heaved a sigh.

  He folded his arms and his mouth pinched shut. Kenzie was done with waiting and decided to get things moving along. Doms loved her C-cup breasts, and most times when she exposed them, they got down to business.

  She reached back to remove her bra, and Porter’s features hardened. “Not a wise decision.”

  “You know, a woman tends to be naked in a scene,” she retorted. “And you thought I was a newbie.”

  His silence and lack of reaction made her grit her teeth. Most Doms she could read like a book, and by now, she already would have been punished. Porter simply grinned at her. She pondered a way to push him—to unleash the Dom within.

  Stuck in a complete stare-down, she counted to two hundred and fourteen before she sensed her shoulders relaxing. She couldn’t possibly hold that position any longer. Porter inclined his head and then patted the bondage bench. “Come, kitten, kneel here for me.”

  Kenzie rolled her eyes; as if anyone called her a kitten. She was more like a rabid dog that was ready to chew your face off. Wanting to begin the scene to get what she needed, she obliged him and climbed onto the cherrywood bondage table, with metal loops along the sides and by her legs. She positioned herself on all fours, noticing five short black ropes dangling off one of the metal loops on the side.

  Porter came behind the table and ran a hand up her calf. A surprising shiver sizzled through her. His touch was tender, so unlike any touch she had received before. Her scenes were always purposefully rough, just the way she liked it. His fingers drifted over her flesh, and she yearned to lean in to him, almost aching for more of his hand on her body. She couldn’t fight back her soft moan.

  His low hum echoed hers. It sounded like approval.

  He continued to trail his touch up her thigh, over her bottom, and caressed her back until he reached her hair. There, he took one of the pieces of rope and pulled her hair into a bun, then tied the rope around her hair, securing it to her head.

  “You’re beautiful, Kenzie,” he murmured in a silky voice. “Your soft skin right here”—he traced a finger over the back of her neck—“is quite the pleasure to touch.” He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “A spot that for the next month is all mine.”

  His voice and statement vibrated through her. She had one second to realize that necks were an obvious turn-on for him before his lips were on her, and she angled her head without thought. Pleasure rushed through her—a pleasure so mind-blowing her sex moistened.

  Heat flooded her as his tongue slowly licked over her pulse, as if he was trying to feel her heartbeat—trying to gauge how aroused she was for him. And her body hummed as those lips, that tongue, made her clit throb and ache for more.

  By the time his tongue delivered its final stroke, she was panting under the desire. Her lower body grew heavy as he grabbed a piece of rope from the loop and made a cuff, then bound her wrist. Not a binding she was used to. The cuff was loose enough that if she wanted to she could pull her hand right out. “I could free myself,” she told him. “You should tighten it.”

  “Should I, now?” He grinned.

  He moved on to the other wrist, and applied the same loose cuff. Beyond frustrated, she pulled her hand out and frowned. “Like I said, it’s too loose.”

  He stayed silent, his expression revealing very little.

  Kenzie counted up to one hundred before she huffed and returned her hand to the rope. She recognized his plan. Porter was proving his point well enough that it wasn’t the bondage holding her there, it was his dominance. That if she didn’t comply with his demands—staying in place—he wouldn’t continue.

  She also wasn’t blind to her needs. There was no way in hell she could leave Club Sin without a scene tonight. Pain kept the demons inside quiet. His touches were like fire to her soul. His kisses burned with passion. For that, she gave him this small show of submission to get what she needed.

  Once he’d bound her ankles to the table in a similar manner, he pressed his hand against her lower back, arching her, so her bottom was raised high. An unexpected cold flash of discomfort cut through her. Being exposed for Porter in this way made her feel exactly that…entirely exposed—almost as if he was attempting to tame her.

  She drew in a long stabilizing breath. “I don’t like this position.”

  Porter kept his hand firmly on her back, refusing her any movement. “Why?”

  “It’s hurting my back.”

  “Level of pain?”

  She paused, realizing if she said a high number she’d seem weak, something she’d never do. He was proving to be one step ahead of her, but she fought to catch up. “Two.”

  He swatted her butt in response. “Safe-word out if you need to.”

  Well, that fucking backfired. They both knew she’d never safe-word out, because nothing he was doing would warrant it, except for making her more uncomfortable than she’d ever been in her life. Which brought to mind a recent conversation Kenzie had with Cora.

  “You’re not going to be your typical pain in the ass with Porter, are you?” Cora asked.

  Kenzie grinned, unashamed. “Do you expect otherwise?”

  “Nope,” Cora grumbled before she raised her brows. “I can tell you from knowing him so well that he’ll never let you get away with it.”

  “Pfft,” Kenzie huffed, dismissing Cora with a flick of her hand. “I can handle the likes of Porter.”

  “Sure you can,” Cora said and snickered. “Good luck with that.”

  Kenzie hadn’t believed Cora before. Now she did. This Dom was different, more attuned to her. He carried the ability to read her, and found the exact ways to get inside her mind like no other Dom had been capable of doing. Maybe because the arrangement had made it more of a necessity to. He couldn’t stay distant, like all others could. She wondered if maybe he had practiced the ability to mind-fuck a submissive, which included activities intended to create a psychological impact. If that was the case, she was utterly screwed.

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

  She sensed him leaving her, and she wondered what he pl
anned to do with her lingerie still on. Being naked usually happened within seconds in a scene. Her breath hitched as nerves fluttered inside her, almost as if she was a newbie again.

  The air shifted, indicating Porter’s presence, and she groaned when something tickled her side. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

  Porter smiled from ear to ear, those mischievous eyes not giving her the intensity she wanted. He trailed the feather flogger up her side, then over her shoulder and down her back. He remained silent as he moved to her bottom, and she lost sight of him.

  She stared at the limestone wall in front of her and wondered if she’d made the biggest mistake to agree to this with Porter. She needed a stinging flogger or the hard slap of a paddle. One month of this was going to be hell.

  The feather flogger slowly moved over her bottom, and then he trailed it between her thighs. Her eyes widened as a gentle push of unknown pleasure consumed her—a soft embrace forcing a shudder. Her mind instantly numbed, as the sensation seemed so foreign to her. The stroke of the feathers was teasing but purposeful, and her stomach clenched.

  Porter’s low chuckle drifted across her as he dragged the feathers back up her moist sex on top of her panties. “Seems to me, kitten, that cunt doesn’t need pain to get all excited, does it?”

  She wanted to argue and fight against those words, but she found herself unable to respond. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and her sex tightened under his mesmerizing touches pulling her into a space she never wanted to return from.

  Please don’t stop…

  Chapter Three

  The spotlights above beamed down on Kenzie, illuminating her beautifully in the dark corner of the dungeon. Porter concentrated on her breathing, noticing it was deep and labored. She swayed her hips with each swipe of the feathers across her sweet cunt. Christ, she’s a sexy little thing.

  Ever since he’d met Kenzie, he wanted her. Badly. Now his hunger increased to an intense craving. He never intended to make this emotional and powerful between them. This was all a task he had agreed to take on—to get Kenzie to surrender. Yet she was shockingly making it very easy for him. And he couldn’t piece together why that was.

  He also couldn’t stop his heart, which somehow wanted more.

  She captivated him now, as she reminded him of a kitten, full of energy one minute, hissing at him the next. Her kiss and her odd reaction to him made him curious about her. It made him want to explore her on a deeper level. Something he hadn’t wanted from any sub, not since Cora. Not since he grew tired of his relationships never leading to long-lasting love. This scene wasn’t about a casual encounter any longer, it was two souls searching for something bigger than themselves.

  He dragged the feathers across her bottom, and as Kenzie shivered, he wondered about her. He wouldn’t pretend to guess why she was so disconnected from her body. Her resistance to him also made no sense, when her body simply wanted to let go.

  Though what kept playing on his thoughts was why she craved pain. He’d met quite a few masochists in his time, and he’d bet his money that Kenzie wasn’t one. Her limits stated only pain after pleasure, which told him she liked erotic pain—pain that took her pleasure higher. She didn’t get off on the pain itself, which proved she wasn’t a masochist. She reacted intensely under his touch, behaving in a way so different from what he’d seen from her, and that intrigued him.

  Had he pegged her entirely wrong? Was she simply a little lost, not insolent?

  More important, he couldn’t help but wonder if something special had been right in front of him this entire time and he had overlooked her. He returned the flogger to her sex, and she moaned, a sweet sound that surprised him. Every time he’d observed her play, she’d been screaming her pleasure or pain—you couldn’t tell the difference. Never had he seen her softer side, expressing the joy of pure sensation, until now. This lovely moaning sound cut right through his heart, and he rather enjoyed that she made it for him.

  He leaned against the side of the table and tucked his finger under her panties, then pulled them to the side and discovered her heated flesh was soaking wet. He smiled, pleased that she became so aroused for him. Perhaps the chemistry he sensed between them when they first kissed was mutual.

  He felt a connection to her, all right, one he didn’t want to toy with. She acted differently with him, and he wouldn’t be blind to it. A submissive was telling him how much she wanted him, possibly needed him, and he heard her message loud and clear.

  Watching her response, he tickled the feathers over her swollen flesh, and she gasped, pushing her bottom back against him. He didn’t mind. In fact, he preferred her to speak with her body instead of her snappy mouth. She moaned again as he slid a finger over her wet slit. She dropped her head and groaned as he circled her hard clit. Christ, he’d never witnessed her so lost in pure pleasure, and the beauty of it stunned him.

  Who knew Kenzie could be handled with a softer hand and like it?

  Lusciously positioned on her hands and knees, her body continued to mesmerize him. Her seductive curves and creamy skin tempted him—to taste, to own, to devour until she begged him to stop.

  He admired the moisture glistening off her folds, placing his finger against her pussy, teasing her—something he assumed few have done. Club Sin Doms quickly tired of her disrespectful mouth and typically flogged and spanked her, then quickly fucked her to end the scene. Porter knew his challenges up front as the Masters prepared him for Kenzie’s attitude. Though he thought he had a plan to approach her, how he’d handle her, their connection was doing that for him now.

  Fuck, it created a curiosity in him he hadn’t expected. Why do you burn for me so nicely?

  The question hung in the air like a heat wave. He drew in her cinnamon spicy scent and pushed a finger just inside her warm and wet sex. As she relaxed under his touch, he slid inside her and noted that in this moment, Kenzie was entirely silent.

  Where is that smart mouth?

  He replaced one finger with two, and her cunt contracted around his fingers, so he placed the handle of the flogger on top of her bottom, letting the feather fall over her puckered hole. Every thrust of his fingers made her body shake, which then teased her anus with the feathers.

  Her moans grew louder.

  His cock went rock hard.

  While Porter did this scene for her in a different manner than she was used to, he wasn’t expecting her to react differently. He assumed she would continue with her insolent behavior. Now he only witnessed a submissive offering herself and appreciating the pleasure he gave her, in the manner he wanted to give it. She was completely lost to sensation and pulled from her mind, with very little effort from him.

  That stunned him.

  He thrust his fingers a little faster, and he felt the increasing moisture across his skin, and also heard the hitch of her breath. For two months he had studied Kenzie come under the hands of many Doms, and he’d seen the intensity on her face. But with him, her climax was building slowly and seductively, and Porter was enjoying it.

  This was a more honest response.

  When she began to gasp and tremble, he hastily removed his fingers. She outright shook herself, as if her body was confused by what he’d done—not used to being refused an orgasm. Porter paused, waiting for her to lash out at him, but she never said a word.

  Surprised by her, he shook the flogger on her bottom, tickling her anus. Her loud gasp and how she arched her bottom higher pleased him. He approved enough that he reached for his belt and unbuckled it with one hand.

  He had desired her for weeks now, and he wouldn’t wait any longer. Continuing to tease her puckered hole with the feathers, he removed his jeans and boxer briefs. He inched her forward and joined her on the table. His knees pressed against the hard wood as he positioned himself behind her. So lost in pleasure, he wondered if she’d even noticed him.

  He held his heavy erection in his hand and ran the tip over her slit. Her head snapped up and she gave a
moan filled with desperation. His cock throbbed as he teased her slit with his bare penis, as using a condom was not a hard limit for Kenzie. Her agreement stated that she had an IUD. And Dmitri enforced high standards in the club. Members were tested regularly for STDs, including HIV, and it pleased Porter that she didn’t request condoms. Feeling Kenzie’s soaked cunt from his gentle touch fed the Dominant part of his soul.

  She started shaking, so he pressed his cock farther against her tight heat and slowly entered her. Her cunt stretched to take him all in, and he kept the feathers tickling her ass as he moved in, inch by inch, until she took all of him. He leaned down over her and kissed her shoulder, feeling it damp with sweat.

  She tasted salty. She tasted sweet. She tasted like perfection.

  He shifted his hip gently, slowly in and out, and he felt and appreciated all of her. She moaned with each thrust as her arousal spread across him. He reveled in how her lower lips hugged him. Not greedy, as if demanding him, but like he belonged right there inside her, fitting so perfectly and leaving no space between them.

  She didn’t arch into him as he dragged his fingernails gently over her back, which was what he expected from her—taking all he gave in the manner that she wanted. No, she stayed perfectly still in the spot he’d put her in.

  Perfect, kitten.

  His grunts deepened as pleasure blazed across him. Her heart-shaped ass was damn sexy, and he enjoyed the way his body looked against hers. The contrast between her pale skin and his tanned flesh was a sight he could soak in for hours. An odd sense of possession made him give a hard thrust, and she screamed, her pussy gripping him tightly, making him soften his movements. That was not the type of orgasm he wanted from her. That was not how he wanted to end their scene. He wanted this woman to succumb.

  Only for him.

  There was something very special in that thought, and he found himself caught up in it. Now that he saw her without the barriers she’d put up, and in this new light—he knew he’d need more. He dragged his fingernails over her back, softly, never giving her the firm touches she was used to, touching her differently from what she was accustomed to, from what she demanded. Showing her he wouldn’t tolerate her impertinence.