“Very nice.”
Rather than releasing her, he threaded the fingers of his free hand into her hair, bunched it then eased her head back a couple of inches, nothing that hurt, but enough that she couldn’t look away.
“You didn’t tell me a word that means you want to slow down.”
“I told you I’ve never needed one.”
“You’ve never been with me.”
Her knees started to buckle, but he was there, giving silent support.
“You said you wanted more from your previous Dominant. I intend to leave you satisfied. And that may mean you’ll be taking more than you’ve ever received.”
I hope. “In that case, I’ll use yellow.”
“Go get your toys.”
Almost imperceptibly, he tightened his hand in her hair.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied.
“But first, I’m going to kiss you, Ella.”
“About time.”
“Oh?” He raised his eyebrows and tipped his head to one side.
Though his expression was fierce, she wasn’t intimidated. “About time, Sir,” she corrected saucily.
His grip was as firm as it was intractable. “I’ve been wanting to do this all night. Open your mouth for me, Ella.”
She wasn’t sure whether she complied or whether he didn’t wait, but their tongues were entwined. His was hot, searing. He sought her submission, and she gave it.
He groaned as he penetrated her deeper. Never had she been kissed like this. Pierce tasted of determination and promise that she hoped he could fulfill.
She met his kiss with desperate hunger. She’d yearned for something this intense.
Pierce released her wrist and placed his palm on her ass, nudging her up onto her toes to change the angle for a greater possession.
With her back arched, she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on, trusting him to care for her.
The kiss was as demanding as it was stimulating…everything she could have hoped for. It had the potential to make her lose her heart if she wasn’t careful.
She wondered how was she supposed to go back to an ordinary kiss—an ordinary man—after this?
Slowly, and simultaneously far, far too fast, he eased away.
Her mouth was swollen from his passion. But she wanted him with a hunger she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to deny.
He took his time helping her to stand upright, and he released his grip on her hair.
It was then she realized he hadn’t done anything more than kiss her. He hadn’t slid his hand up her skirt, run a finger over her slick pussy or even cupped one of her breasts.
She knew he desired her. The blaze in his blue eyes was unmistakable. Instead, he was restrained.
The man had brought her to the edge then left her there. He was smart. And maddening.
“Hurry back, Ella. You’ve got five minutes or I’m coming up.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. Ella was aware of his gaze on her backside as she dashed up the stairs.
Once she was inside her bedroom, her thoughts became a jumbled mess.
Aware of the clock ticking, she closed her eyes for a moment to clear her brain. After blinking a few times, she knelt to drag out a large plastic box from beneath the bed.
None of the contents had been touched since she’d played with Lance, and seeing them made her heart race.
She was getting the BDSM scene she craved, with a man she had a crush on.
The first thing she removed was a crop with a big red heart on the end. It had seemed like a fun piece when she’d bought it, but she couldn’t imagine how ridiculous it might look in Pierce’s strong hand.
Since he’d said he would be the one to tie her up and beat her ass, she took out two lengths of hand-spun silk rope. Then, just in case he wasn’t familiar with how it worked, or preferred not to take the time it required, she selected a couple of pairs of soft handcuffs.
Then she paused and sat back on her heels.
She had a paddle with wicked holes in it.
Earlier, he’d mentioned stripes that might embarrass her at his parents’ anniversary celebration. Right now, she craved some.
But the paddle wouldn’t leave the kind of marks she wanted.
Though she’d had limited experience with a cane, she pulled one out of her box. It was rattan, thin, frightening. She thought about Pierce and how much she trusted him.
After drawing a breath to give her confidence, she placed it on the floor next to the rope and cuffs.
She put back the paddle, but decided to offer him the ridiculous crop.
After sliding the box back into place, she crossed to the far wall. The bottom drawer of her dresser was full of lingerie and a leather outfit she hadn’t worn for several years.
Since he hadn’t said anything about whether he wanted her naked or dressed, she grabbed the A-line leather skirt and matching shelf bra. Wondering what his reaction would be like, she hurried as she changed.
“One minute!” he warned.
“Yes, Sir!’ she called back. Adrenaline rocketed through her.
Forcing herself to concentrate on what she was doing, she slipped her feet into a pair of tall, red stilettos, bending to adjust the ankle straps. She gathered up the toys she’d selected then gripped them tightly before taking a steadying breath and heading down the stairs.
Halfway down, she paused. Pierce was standing with his back to the fireplace, his arms crossed over his chest. His commanding presence overwhelmed her.
“Holy…” He trailed off.
Ella gripped the banister as he perused her, from her shoes, to the skirt and shelf bra.
Even across the distance, she saw his blue eyes flare with desire. “Damn. You’re a lovely woman, Ella, with perfect instincts.”
His approval sent shockwaves through her, leaving no doubt that her choice of outfit had been the correct one.
“Come here.”
She walked toward him, her spiked heels echoing off the wooden floor.
In the time she’d been upstairs in her bedroom, he’d been busy. He’d scooted the couch and lamps back at least a couple of feet, rolled up the rug and moved it over near the back sliding door, leaving a large, open area, with the coffee table in the middle. She also noticed that he’d placed their water bottles on the mantel.
She stopped in front of him, and her pulse skittered in apprehension. “I’m not sure what to do,” she admitted. She’d only been with Lance, and the BDSM had evolved over time.
“Communicate,” he suggested. “Enjoy yourself. Relax with it, with me. Talk me through the toys you brought down. Lay them out on the coffee table. Tell me why you selected each item.”
Ella knelt to spread out her toys, and when she looked at him, she read approval in the set of his jaw. Emboldened, she said, “I brought rope and cuffs because…”
He waited.
“Because you said if anyone was going to tie me up tonight, it would be you. Not everyone is into rope bondage, so I brought cuffs, too.”
“Silk?”
She nodded.
“And the crop?”
Her whole body heated, so Ella knew she was blushing. “I know it might look ridiculous, but I kind of like the way it feels.”
“Where?”
Oh, God. “On my nipples.”
“Good to know.” He picked it up and smacked his open palm. The sound echoed off the ceiling, making her jump. “And your pussy?”
“I’ve never tried that.”
“You’re willing to?”
“Yes.” She sounded more breathless than confident.
“What are your hard limits?” he asked.
“The usual ones that are banned at parties. No permanent markings, no breaking of the skin, nothing that will send either of us to jail.”
He nodded his understanding. “So tying you up and beating your ass is fine?”
Yes, please. She shuddered. “Isn’t that why we’re here?”
H
e picked up the cane, ignoring her sassy comment. “How much experience have you had with this thing?”
“Not much at all.” Lightning bolts of awareness went through her. “But I’m curious.”
“It’s not a beginner’s toy.”
“But you can choose how much force to use, right?”
His lips twisted in a wry smile. “I imagine I can.”
Pierce’s words jolted her, reminding her of the differences in their lives. She had ordinary experiences—working, trying to buy a house, pay her bills, get ahead at work, thinking about a relationship—while he defended the country’s freedom, did things he’d never talk about. Yeah. No doubt he could wield a cane with the intensity she might be able to tolerate. “Was that stupid to say?”
“No.” He shook his head. “Whatever you want from me, I want to deliver. I like that you’re trusting me.” Pierce tested the cane, slowly at first.
She stared as he flicked it back and forth.
It lumbered through the atmosphere without a tremendous amount of force.
Then he moved it again and snapped his wrist.
The cane cut the air with a scary swish. She sucked in a breath and met his gaze. Handled like that, the rattan would leave a mark, sear, ache. She fucking wanted it…on her ass and on the backs of her thighs as he’d mentioned.
Transfixed, she watched him arrange a few pillows into a stack on the couch.
“Like this?” He tapped the top one a few times, without leaving an indent.
If she were smart, she would say yes.
“Or this?” This time, he let the rattan fly.
It landed with a thwack that dimpled the material.
She shivered. “Somewhere in between?”
He demonstrated again, leaving a precise line of marks across the pillow’s surface.
“I should have realized that you knew what you were doing.”
“A cane isn’t to be treated lightly. I want you to understand that I will give you what you want. I’ll warm you up, watch your reactions.”
“Yes.” She was already imagining.
“So beyond the obvious, what else is on your limits list?”
Ella was still staring at the rattan.
“Ella, please. Look at me. This is important.”
She refocused. “I don’t like to be left alone during a scene, especially if I’m in bondage. It’s more upsetting than it is sexy.”
“Tell me more.”
“One time, Lance tied me up and left the room while he did some gaming. I think he didn’t want to scene that night, but he humored me since I had asked. He didn’t think he was being a jerk. It wasn’t meant as punishment. He was just trying to meet my wants as well as his own. But I got a few muscle cramps.”
“Were you hurt?”
“No. Pissed.”
“I give you my word that I will be there for you at all times. I can’t imagine needing to leave you, but if I did, it would be for a moment. And I would tell you where I was going and when I’d be back. First, I’d ensure it was okay with you and see to your comfort.”
Reassured, she nodded. “Thank you.”
“Anything else?”
“No humiliation. I just… I don’t like to be called debasing names.” She couldn’t find the words to help him understand.
“You don’t need a reason. You just need to tell me the rules.”
“It’s a hard limit.”
He dropped the cane onto a couch cushion before taking two steps toward her and offering his hand.
She slid hers into his, feminine to masculine. Trust to strength.
“Humiliation isn’t something I’m into. I think you are too perfect, too precious to debase in any way.” He didn’t release her. “If it were your kink, we would have negotiated something to ensure I got you off. But honestly, Ella? It would have been one of the most difficult things I’d ever done.”
Damn. She so wished this could last more than one weekend. Wished he wasn’t military. Wished she was the type of woman who wouldn’t be hurt when he walked away.
“Just for clarity, are gags humiliating for you?”
“I’ve never been gagged.”
“Are you willing to try?”
“As long as we have a safe signal, yes.”
“Understood.” He nodded. “Anything else you want me to know?”
“I’m willing to have sex with you, Sir. If you want to. I have condoms in the master bathroom, under the sink.” She couldn’t believe she’d admitted it. Couldn’t believe how much she wanted it. Pierce and his quiet, relentless strength had gotten to her, chasing away her normal doubts and inhibitions. He was the devil incarnate. And she was ready to book a one-way ticket to hell.
Chapter Three
Pierce had meant it when he’d said that Ella was perfect.
To him, she was. More innocent than she’d like him to believe. Beautiful. Sassy. Brave. And with a dose of sexual appeal that walloped his senses.
Over the years, he’d played with a lot of women. They’d all been experienced in BDSM and, like him, knew what they wanted. He’d never made promises or created false expectations.
But because of who Ella was and what she was risking, he was doubly conscious of the weight of his responsibility to her.
He intended to give her everything she craved. All while protecting her. “Show me your body. I want to know every inch of it, where you’re sensitive, and how you like to be touched.” He released her hand. “We’ll start with your breasts.”
She locked her gaze on his as she pushed her breasts together.
“How do you like your nipples to be touched?”
Her breaths came in rapid bursts and her hazel eyes darkened.
She stroked her thumbs across her nipples, and they hardened, the rose color deepening.
“Do you like it this gentle?” he asked.
“No.” She took his hands and put them on her breasts. “More,” she whispered. It wasn’t a demand, but a soft, sensual request.
He increased the pressure until she sucked in a breath. “How’s that?”
“Enough to make me horny,” she said.
The admission was more direct than he’d expected, and it made him grin. Damn, he liked learning about her.
He rolled each of her nipples back and forth, using a bit more pressure each time.
She curved her hands around his wrists. Then she closed her eyes.
He kept a close, close watch on her while he squeezed each tip.
She bent her knees and leaned toward him for support.
“You do like nipple play,” he mused, easing his grip.
“I had no idea I could like it this much.”
“Then I think it’s time you showed me your pussy.”
Her nostrils flared, and the tremble that went through her might have been missed by someone who wasn’t paying attention.
“Lie on the coffee table.” He cleared away the toys. “On your back.” She uncurled her fingers and he asked, “Did you wear panties, Ella?”
“I guess you’ll find out. Sir.”
He moved quickly, taking a seat on the couch, snagging her wrist then tugging her over his lap.
She squealed, more from shock than fright, he imagined.
Ella pushed her fingers against the hardwood flooring to keep her balance.
He clamped one arm across her back to hold her steady, and he raised his knees a couple of inches to tip her toward him so she wouldn’t fall.
Her hair trailed wildly, the copper highlights like flames. Her skirt rode up, exposing her thighs. And those shoes—bright red—seemed to be an invitation to fuck. He was man enough to know he’d masturbate to this image a dozen times, maybe more.
“Damn, woman. If I had ever seen you like this when I’d been home on leave, I’m afraid my army career would have been over.”
“AWOL?”
“Most definitely.”
She gave a sound that was part giggle, part triumph.
“Am I wearing panties, Sir?”
“You like to live on the knife-edge, delicious little sub?” With the way she’d behaved at the club, sticking him with a three-figure bar tab, it shouldn’t have surprised him that she was a bit of a tease. Her sassy personality was a bonus, but that sure as hell didn’t mean he’d let her conduct pass unpunished.
He flipped up her skirt.
She was bare.
No panties, no pubic hair. Waxed. And slick. He knew that without even touching her. Fuck.
This woman…
His woman…
“How many spanks do you deserve?” He rubbed her skin. “Not just for your sass, but for distracting me from exploring your body?”
“You are exploring,” she pointed out. “Sir. And I think the punishment should be mitigated by the fact I’m not wearing panties.”
“You do, do you?”
“If Sir’s hard dick pressing against his sub’s tummy is any indication, he’s not terribly disappointed.” She squirmed beneath his touch. “If the sub may be bold enough to say so.”
“She may not.”
“Oops.”
“Spread your legs.”
Instantly, she complied.
“Farther. Turn your toes in. In the absence of any other instruction, always assume that’s my wish. How are you with anal?”
“What?” She tried to wriggle onto her side to look at him. “Now?”
“As pleasure. As punishment.”
Ella tightened her ass cheeks.
“You didn’t list it as a hard limit.”
She didn’t respond right away.
“I’ll take that as agreement, then?”
“I’m not sure about the punishment part. But maybe for pleasure.”
“Do you own a butt plug?”
“No.”
“That answer was a little too fast.”
“Well… A small one.”
“You’ve added a few strokes for the lie, Ella.” Damn, she delighted him.
He teased her pussy, stroking her labia. She dug her toes into the floor, lifting her hips, trying to influence him.
“Ella. Ella. I know what you’re doing.”
She stilled immediately and he pulled his hand away. “Go get the toy. Bring some lube, too, and I’ll consider whether or not I’ll use it when I shove the plug up you.”
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