by Jasmine Hill
His jaw hardened and his eyes turned icy. “Are you interested in him like that, Makayla?” he asked, his voice ominously low.
“No, I’m just curious as to how you would react if it was something that I wanted.”
He studied her coolly for a moment. “It’s not something that I could bring myself to do. I definitely couldn’t be involved. As you know, the thought of you with another man makes me feel violent, and I’d try everything to talk you out of it.” He frowned. “Are you playing with me right now, baby? Trying to push my buttons? Because you’re doing a fucking good job of it.”
She supposed she was goading him, and she had no idea why she was doing it. Was she getting some kinky enjoyment out of his possessiveness? She thought deep down that she was. She had to admit that she liked his sense of ownership toward her. It made her feel safe and protected. She also recognized that she still felt vulnerable, and her self-confidence, while having increased tenfold since she’d met Donovan, was still fragile. She suspected that she subconsciously sought validation of his feelings toward her. She was saved from voicing her thoughts, however, by the waiter’s return. He placed a small pot on the table, lighting a gas flame underneath it then deposited a platter of fresh fruit between them. The scent of chocolate wafted up to tantalize her taste buds. She’d thought that she’d be unable to eat dessert, but that idea disappeared as she caught site of the oozing, chocolaty concoction bubbling away in the pot. The waiter handed them each a long, two-pronged fork then left them alone.
“Chocolate fondue,” Donovan announced. “It’s not Spanish, but Swiss, of course. It’s a sensual dessert. Chocolate and fruit make a very heady combination.”
Makayla smiled and leaned closer to him on their bench seat. “Another shared course, Mr. King,” she murmured, licking her lips seductively.
Donovan growled, his words emerging in a husky rumble. “Yes, angel. I’ve decided, always shared meals with you.”
He speared a segment of orange with his fork then swirled it through the chocolate, blowing on it softly before bringing it up to her mouth. She opened and he slipped the chocolaty fruit between her lips. The tang of orange and the richness of the cocoa combined to create a flavor so divine that she moaned in appreciation, closing her eyes to relish the taste on her tongue. She swallowed and opened her eyes as Donovan leaned forward and swiped chocolate from the side of her lips. He stared at her, his gaze smoldering, and sucked his finger into his mouth.
Makayla’s belly clenched and she squeezed her thighs together. Donovan was right. The dessert was very sensual, erotic even, when eaten so seductively. She repeated his actions, spearing a slice of banana and swirling it through the chocolate before feeding it to him. When the chocolate smeared across his lips, she bent toward him, lifting her body off the seat, and licked his lips, slowly and thoroughly. He groaned, a low rumble that she felt vibrate through her. She kissed him, slipping her tongue into his mouth and savoring the taste of fruit and chocolate.
He clutched her ass and yanked her harder into his side, grasping one of her thighs and sweeping it up so it rested across his lap. She should have felt embarrassed and inhibited by their environment, but all conscious thought fled her, leaving only the feel of Donovan’s hard body pressed against hers and his demanding mouth as he kissed her passionately.
Suddenly, the vibrations started again, little pinpricks of sensation assaulting her nipples. She gasped into his mouth and he swallowed the sound with his kiss, massaging the cheeks of her ass and crushing her to him.
She was so drunk with lust, her mind felt like it was swimming through molasses. She slumped against him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
He swept one hand from her ass, over her hip to the inside of her thigh, his forefinger running up the sensitive skin until he reached the juncture of her legs. He ran his finger lightly over her curls then slipped it between the lips of her pussy, spreading her moisture around.
She groaned and broke their kiss, throwing her head back against the booth.
“You’re so wet, baby,” Donovan breathed against her neck, sliding his finger slowly in and out of her and nibbling her throat. “Always so wet and ready for me.”
“Yes,” she agreed, unable to stop her hips from thrusting up to meet his plunging finger. The vibration on her nipples sent little shock currents directly to her clit. How are they connected?
“We need to get out of here. Now,” Donovan mumbled, his mouth pressed to her throat.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Donovan grasped Makayla’s hand and tugged her behind him. He was heading toward the massage rooms. He’d organized it with Fernando earlier, and it was late, the massage therapists all having left for the day.
He unlocked the door and urged Makayla over the threshold, relocking it after them. The herbal scent of massage oil hung heavily in the air. He took a door to the right. He’d been down earlier and set up what he wanted. All the new toys he’d purchased were laid out neatly on a trolley.
“Get undressed,” he instructed Makayla.
He watched as she untied the straps of her dress and shrugged the fabric off her shoulders to stand before him, naked. The soft glow of the mood lighting gave her body a beautiful luminosity. His breath hitched and he couldn’t tear his gaze away. He stood still, drinking her in and relishing the way she squirmed under his scrutiny.
“Stay still,” he ordered.
She stopped fidgeting immediately and lowered her eyes. Perfect, she was learning. He reached over and removed the vibrating pedant necklace. There’d be no need for that at the moment.
“Get onto the table, on hands and knees.”
She climbed onto the massage table and took up the position he’d instructed, her pert ass bobbing in front of him. The table was larger and sturdier than the standard type. He needed the additional space for what he intended to do.
He tied a black scarf over her eyes. “I’m blindfolding you to heighten your awareness. With your sense of sight gone, it means you can better focus on what I’m doing to you,” he explained. “It also adds a sense of anticipation and a little anxiety, not knowing what to expect next.”
He picked up a locking wrist and ankle spreader bar and quickly affixed the bindings to her ankles.
“Rest on your chest and pass your arms between your legs,” he ordered.
She did as he asked and he attached the bindings to her wrists, forcing her ass farther into the air. He tested the cuffs, ensuring that there was enough slack so as not to hurt her. The purpose of this scene was not to punish her but to push her a little, to open her eyes to new and different experiences that she could draw from in the future.
Her breathing increased, indicating that she was anxious. He placed his palm between her shoulder blades and smoothed it down her spine. “Relax, sweetheart. I’m not going to hurt you. This is a very different position than you’re used to.” He continued to stroke her back, encouraging a sense of calm to come over her. “It’s intimidating because it leaves you wide open and vulnerable. You can’t close your legs, nor can you move your arms. You’re at my complete mercy, totally under my control. This is why trust between the Dominant and the submissive is so important, baby. You need to trust that I’m going to do the right thing by you and that I’ll recognize your limitations. I know that you’re anxious because I can hear the difference in your breathing. Also your pulse rate has increased. I felt it when I tested your bindings. And you’re tense. Your muscles are taut with nervousness. These are things that a good Dominant will recognize and acknowledge.”
He picked up the massage oil and squeezed some onto his palms, then he placed both his hands on her shoulders and started to rub, using his thumbs to dig into her tight muscles. Almost instantly, she started to relax.
“Understand that I’ll never leave you like this. I. Will. Never. Leave. You. Alone—in bindings.” He dug his thumbs in hard after each word to emphasize his point. “Also, remember your safe word. You say that wo
rd at any time you feel you can’t continue. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice was strong and steady, giving him the assurance that he needed to continue.
He selected a tube of lubricant and squirted some between her ass cheeks, using his fingers to spread it around her backside. He progressed slowly, not wanting to startle her with any sudden movements. Gradually, he worked his fingers closer to her anus, brushing them over her tight little sphincter before he plunged a finger, knuckle deep, inside.
She gasped and stiffened.
“Shh,” he soothed. “Relax, baby.” He worked the one finger in and out of her asshole, going deeper each time and stretching her tight little channel. Her muscles lost their rigidity, and her sphincter relaxed around his thrusting. That’s what he needed—for her to relax fully and give herself completely to him. He squirted more lube and used a second finger, gradually stretching and manipulating her anus. Fuck, he was so turned on it was taking all of his willpower to maintain the slow and steady pace he’d promised he’d use with her. Under his ministrations, her sphincter was stretching, the hole gradually widening.
She quivered and he looked at her face, her head resting on one cheek—her lips were slightly parted, her breathing choppy, a rosy flush suffusing her features.
“Are you okay, baby?” His voice was gruff with his own need.
“Yes,” she whispered. “It feels different…but good.”
“Excellent.” He reached for the butt plug that he’d purchased earlier that day. It was small and designed for people new to anal play. He squeezed lube onto the plug then pressed it against Makayla’s sphincter, pushing past the tight muscles until it was nestled fully in her anus. Then he switched it on, the little vibrations breaking the silence of the room.
She jumped and whimpered. He smoothed his palm over her ass cheeks, willing her to relax until gradually her body loosened and her breathing steadied.
“That’s it, baby. Well done.”
He stood back and looked at her. She was so fucking beautiful, bound and blindfolded and totally open to him, completely at his mercy, the butt plug nestled flush against the cheeks of her ass. She jutted her backside out and she tried to rub her pussy against her arms, attempting to seek some relief. Her cunt was wet with arousal, the blonde curls glistening in the candlelight. Fuck, she was really turned on.
He toed his shoes off, removed his socks and shrugged out of his shirt. He’d planned on drawing the play out longer, but he couldn’t contain himself. He needed to be inside her.
He undid the zipper on his pants, shoved them down his legs and tossed them aside. He reached inside his boxers and grasped his aching cock. He was so hard it was painful. He fisted his erection roughly and relished the sight of Makayla laid out and open before him in perfectly bound submission. Pre-cum gathered on his tip and he used it to lubricate his shaft, pumping his fist slowly along his length, drawing out the anticipation.
Makayla whimpered and wriggled.
“I’m still here,” he barked. “Stop moving.”
She lay motionless once again, immediately following his orders. Fuck, she was going to make a perfect submissive. She did everything he asked without question, trusting him implicitly. He just had to ensure that he wouldn’t ever give her reason to doubt him.
He knew she was desperately aroused. The vibrations from the butt plug were relentless and her inability to move would be driving her crazy. She couldn’t close her legs to get that relief he knew she’d be craving.
He held out, continuing to stare at her and drawing out the tension, squeezing his cock hard to control his own arousal.
Lubricant trickled out of her asshole, and she was so wet a bead of moisture dripped out of her pussy to splash on the tabletop.
“Fuck! That is so hot.” He groaned and yanked on his cock. He couldn’t wait any longer. He needed inside her—now. He climbed onto the table behind her, grasped her hips and thrust into her, hard, stilling when he felt himself hit her deep inside, his balls smacking against her clit.
She yelped, tightened her pussy then relaxed around him. The vibrations from the butt plug coursed through his cock. The feeling was indescribable and he knew wasn’t going to last long.
He drew back and drove into her, pushing her body up the table with the force of his thrusts. Her pussy was wet, hot and clenched around his shaft like a fist, the butt plug making her tighter. He growled and pumped harder, rutting into her like a wild beast. Sweat gathered on his brow and his muscles tightened as he fought to maintain control. Then he felt it, that glorious sensation of fluttering turned to throbbing, then to long, drawn-out pulses as Makayla climaxed all over his cock. She whimpered and moaned and made little humping movements beneath him, riding out her orgasm.
He roared her name, lost in the delirium of his impending release, and grasped her hips harder, his fingers digging into her tender flesh. He bucked, gyrated his hips and thrust deeply, feeling her cervix as he hit the back of her and emptied his seed in long, euphoric bursts.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Makayla lay panting and spent, too exhausted to move, even if it had been possible. Donovan rested lightly on her back, his heaving breaths hot and heavy in her ear.
Slowly he lifted himself off her. The vibrations in her ass had stopped and she felt him unclasp the cuffs at her wrists and ankles then her blindfold was removed. She blinked, letting her eyesight adjust to the soft candlelight of the room.
Donovan sat on the table and pulled her onto his lap, massaging her limbs and working the stiffness out.
“How do you feel?” he murmured.
“Hmm, good, very good.”
He chuckled. “You did really well, baby. You’re a natural.” His voice held an undercurrent of praise. “Not many people would have adjusted so quickly to the spreader bar.”
“Is that what those things are called?” She’d wondered but had forgotten to ask.
“Well, strictly speaking, this one is called a locking wrist and ankle spreader bar. It’s better for what I wanted to do with you.” He continued to massage life into her limbs. “How did you like the butt plug?”
She blushed at the thought of what an eyeful Donovan would have had. Her position hadn’t allowed for any modesty, and the recollection of him fingering her most private of places had her face flaming. “I liked it,” she finally whispered, knowing that he needed an answer from her.
He tightened his arms around her. “Good, I’m glad.” He dropped a kiss to the top of her head. “Anal play is very erotic, if both partners enjoy it.”
He stood and dropped her to her feet, then he strolled over to an armoire and removed two fluffy white robes. “We can go back to our suite dressed in these.”
She looked down at the massage table. “What about the table? It’s a mess.”
“I’ll collect the toys and wipe it down later. The cleaners come in every morning and disinfect everything.”
He grabbed her hand. “Come, it’s late. I need to put you in bed.”
* * * *
Makayla slept well but woke up feeling stiff and sore. She was aching in places where she hadn’t even known that she had muscles. She stretched, and groaned as the movement caused her discomfort.
“I’ve run a bath,” Donovan informed her as he strode into their bedroom dressed in nothing but tight white Calvin Klein boxers. Makayla allowed her gaze to travel over his powerful body, stopping to drink in the defined V on his abdomen.
“I daresay that you’re stiff this morning.”
“Yes,” she agreed, struggling to sit up comfortably.
“It will get easier as you become accustomed to the range of positions and activities.” He bent, swept her up into his arms and headed for the bathroom. “I’ve put Epsom salts in the bath. It will help with your muscle stiffness.”
He reached the bathtub and lowered her into it, then he kicked off his boxers before he stepped in to settle his body behind hers. He picked up the washcloth
and stroked it over her shoulders and cleavage, running it in circles up her throat and across her clavicle. She sighed in pleasure and relaxed into him, feeling the soreness in her limbs starting to melt away.
They lay in silence for some minutes, each deep in their own thoughts. Makayla thought about Infierno and Donovan’s position there. She wanted to go back to the club, but this time she wanted to be there as Donovan’s submissive.
“Will you take me to Infierno tonight?” she asked quietly. She wasn’t sure what his reaction would be, as they hadn’t actually discussed going to the club together.
He stiffened then stilled for a moment before recommencing his soothing caresses. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he eventually responded.
She sighed. “Why not? Why won’t you take me there?”
“Because you’re new to this. You’re still in training.”
“Don’t other people still in training go to the club? Isn’t that how they learn?”
He huffed out a breath. “Yes, but you’re not other people. You’re mine, and I’m not sure that I’d deal well with other men watching you.”
She turned and straddled his lap, throwing her arms around his neck. “Pleeease. I think it’s important. I want to experience everything and you obviously enjoy going to clubs.”
He gave her a level look and brushed some stray curls from her forehead. “I suppose we can try it,” he finally conceded. “It is an opportunity for you to observe some scenes. But you have to do everything that I tell you. I won’t have you wandering off by yourself. The Dominants there, for the most part, are responsible and won’t approach a submissive they know belongs to someone else.” He shrugged. “But there are some who are new to the club or the scene who won’t necessarily follow the rules.”
She bounced up and down on his lap, sending water sloshing over the edge of the tub. “I’ll do anything you tell me,” she promised. She felt his hard length pressed against the inside of her thigh.