“Not yet. It will be worth your wait,” he promised.
She wasn’t sure about that. She drew a deep breath. No man, Dom or vanilla, had ever denied her like this. She shook with need, and she was beyond pride. This man had broken past all her defences. “Sir, please…”
Without responding, he slowly released her, but she wasn’t sure she was ready to stand on her own.
He held her shoulders for just a moment while she regained her balance on the stilettos. The combination of his kindness and sternness unnerved her.
He tipped back her head, as he had a couple of times before. She was realising that Master Gabriel refused to let her hide from him, or from herself. She closed her eyes.
“Look at me,” he said.
She gritted her teeth in frustration and did as he said.
“How do your nipples feel?” he asked.
“They hurt. But it’s increasing the…”
“The?” he prompted.
“Pleasure. Please don’t gloat.”
“I wouldn’t consider it,” he said softly.
Without conscious thought, she curled her hand around his wrist, turning to him for comfort even though he was the one punishing her.
“I want you on the St Andrew’s cross.” He nodded to the far side of the room where the structure loomed.
Hardly able to think straight, she nodded. She released her hold on him, and he slowly let go of her chin.
She shook her hair back as he moved aside.
Wrapping herself in the same confidence she wore into the courtroom, she did as he’d said. With each movement, the nipple clamps swayed, and she was aware of the slickness between her legs.
“Face away from me,” he said when she stopped and looked back at him
She stared, alternately fascinated and frightened.
He waited, not saying anything, as if giving her time to protest. “Yes, Sir,” she said. A knot of fear settled in her stomach, but a bigger part of her was curious. He’d already pushed her beyond where she thought she could go. She wanted to know how much further he would take her.
If she were honest with herself, she’d admit she’d wanted to play with someone like him. While she adored Master Devon, he wasn’t as harsh as Master Gabriel. Master Devon would have let her come earlier, and he would have coaxed a response a bit more gently. If she could combine the two, they’d be the perfect Dom. That naughty thought made her pussy even wetter.
She continued towards the cross and, once she was in front of it, she spread her legs and raised her arms.
“Good sub,” he said, his voice rich and close to her ear.
He moved behind her. With the force of his hard body, he pushed her against the wood. She felt his strength and his erection. He wanted her as much as she wanted him.
With quick, efficient motions, he fastened her wrists in place.
Then he crouched and gently bit her ass.
She jerked.
“I can smell your arousal, sub.”
“Finish me off, Sir.”
Without responding, he secured her right ankle in place. Within moments, her left ankle was immobilised as well. Her legs were stretched uncomfortably apart.
He skimmed his fingers across her pussy, and he played with her clit.
“Damn you, Sir… I want to come!”
“And I want you desperate,” he countered.
“I am,” she snapped.
He chuckled, and she found that more infuriating than if he’d smacked her.
His fingers were slick with her moisture, and he moved backwards, again teasing her anus. Damn him. Anal was on her limits list, and he knew it. She’d always thought of anal penetration as debasing, but every nerve ending there felt as if it were on fire. Something she’d always thought she hated, she suddenly wanted.
He pressed gently then pulled back.
“I want…”
“Tell me specifically,” he said. “If we’re going anywhere near your limits, you need to give me permission to continue.”
“Just… Damn it… Put your finger up my ass, Sir.”
He slapped her left butt cheek, hard. “Where are your manners, slut?”
She yelped.
He ground his thumb on her throbbing clit. She felt him inserting several fingers from his other hand up her cunt.
Dear God, she was coming apart. “Please,” she pleaded, hardly able to draw a breath. “I want your finger up my ass.”
“Are you certain?
“Yes,” she whispered.
Using her juices as lubrication, he inserted his finger just a little. When she gasped, he backed out. Before she regained her breath, he entered again. She clenched her butt cheeks.
“Relax,” he told her.
Under his relentless physical assault, she could do nothing but feel.
By easing forward then drawing back again, he found a rhythm that helped her accept his invasion inside her tightest hole. He was fucking her, stretching her. It felt amazing. “God!”
“Stop?” he asked.
“No. I want…”
Relentlessly he drove deeper, sinking his finger in as far as possible.
“You’re there,” he said.
He placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head and said, “Well done, sub.”
She exhaled. Having him behind her, his finger seated securely inside her anus, being helplessly spread against the cross, her nipples aching, her rear smarting from his smacks and the soft bite, having her pussy stretched and her clit throbbing from his gentle abuse, all combined to take her to a place she’d never been.
Feeling greedy, she wondered what else she’d been missing. She had no idea how many more chances she’d have to play with him, and suddenly she didn’t want to miss a thing. “I want more.”
“Ask for it. Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck my cunt, Sir, and my ass.”
“Bear down to make it easier.”
Even though she was embarrassed, she forced her muscles to relax.
This time, he used two fingers up her ass. The sensation seared, as if he were touching her with electrical impulses.
Why, why had this been on her limits list?
“Tell me how you’re doing, sub.”
“You’d better stop if you don’t want me to come, Sir.”
He stopped.
“Damn you!”
He withdrew his hands and stood. “Relax,” he encouraged, his tone soothing.
“You, Sir, are a monster.”
He squeezed her shoulder in nonverbal reassurance. He seemed to know what she needed, even better than she did.
She tried to steady her breathing. At that point, she was on the verge of physical pain from the lack of orgasm.
Even though she turned her head to the side, she couldn’t see what he was doing.
He moved in front of her and met her gaze. “I want to watch you come.”
“You’re going to let me?” she asked.
“I’m going to make you,” he corrected.
No man had ever been so forthright with her. Master Devon was an excellent Dom, but he was a little more polished than Master Gabriel. Master Gabriel reminded her of a Wild West cowboy. Master Devon made her think of a corporate executive. She’d always thought she wanted someone like Master Devon, someone she related to more. She spent her days with professionals, so Master Devon was comfortable.
Master Gabriel was unlike anyone she’d met. She had to admit his tactics thrilled her.
“Keep your gaze on me, your eyes open the entire time I touch you. I want to see every reaction. If you hide, I will stop. Understand?”
She couldn’t say that any man had ever fingered her as anything other than foreplay. “Yes.”
He placed the palm of his left hand behind her neck.
She wanted their bodies to touch, but the thin wooden structure separated them, made her more aware of her femininity and vulnerability. He was in charge, she was helpless.
He m
oved his right hand between her legs and pulled back the hood of her clit to gently stroke the swollen flesh.
She moaned.
“I love your responses,” he told her.
He slid a couple of fingers inside her and pressed his thumb against her clitoris.
“Oh, Sir! This won’t take me long.”
“You’ve earned it,” he said. “I won’t make you hold off any longer.”
He finger-fucked her, starting softly, then increasing the tempo of his thrusts.
Her body felt molten, and she was no longer aware of being on the cross. She was simply in the moment, enjoying the feel of his hand.
When she had shown up, she’d been angry that Master Devon wasn’t available. She’d only wanted the familiar. But now… It was as if this Dom had uncovered her true nature.
She felt lost, and she wanted to surrender to the vortex of unexpected emotion.
“Keep looking at me,” he reminded her.
Even though he spoke softly, she heard the firmness of his command. She was aware of how well he read her. She hadn’t closed her eyes, but she’d been on the verge of doing so.
“Tell me how this feels.”
His rich voice thrilled her. “It’s amazing, Sir. You’re filling me so completely.”
“Filling what?”
“My…” He fucked her harder. “My…”
“Your?”
“Pussy, Sir!”
“Dirtier,” he ordered. “I want your words to be dirtier.”
“You’re stretching my cunt, Sir.”
“That’s hot,” he said.
Deep inside, she felt the beginning tendrils of a climax. Her breaths became more and more shallow.
“Tell me what you want, sub.”
“I want you to finger-fuck my cunt to orgasm, Sir.”
“Oh, yeah,” he said. He increased the depth and intensity of his thrusts, and he spread his fingers apart.
Her body convulsed.
“Eyes open,” he said.
His order was nearly impossible to follow. She wanted to come, was on the verge…
His mouth was set in a firm line. She read his determination in the solid set of his jaw. He obviously wanted to share the entirety of her experience.
“I’m…”
“Say it.”
She leant forward, rising on to her toes as much as the bondage would allow. She was wordlessly, shamelessly seeking more. “I’m going to come.”
Master Gabriel was true to his word. He went knuckle deep inside her and pressed hard on her clitoris. “Now,” he bit out.
The command pushed her over the edge.
“That’s a good little sub, coming on your Master’s command. Make my hand wet, give me your orgasm.”
Jerking against his hand, his palm, she screamed.
She continued to climax for long seconds as he forced the response from her body.
“Good,” he murmured, tugging slightly on her hair to keep her head in place.
Finally, despite his grip, she sagged, panting.
He’d been true to his word. He hadn’t let her come, he’d made her.
He nodded. Obviously she’d given him what he wanted, as well.
“How are you doing?” he asked quietly as he withdrew his hand.
“I’m fine, Sir.”
“I like the way you look on the cross, and how much access I have to your body. I also like that you can’t escape.”
“I do, too, Sir.” That reality surprised her. Until now, until him, she had preferred being in charge of a scene, dictating the pace, and deciding whether or not they had sex. He’d all but obliterated her boundaries, and it thrilled her.
“I’m going to release you from the cross.”
Her next few heartbeats slammed together. “Uhm…”
“Ask your question, sub. I don’t like prevarication, and it doesn’t suit you.”
She bravely met his gaze. “Will you fuck me?”
He raised his eyebrows.
“If you don’t want to—”
“Stop. Fucking you is no hardship, Victoria. I just will not take advantage of you.”
“It wouldn’t be taking advantage of me, Sir.” She may never again get the chance to explore a relationship with Master Gabriel. She wanted to experience everything possible. Fear, trepidation, and excitement warred inside her, creating a turbulent knot in her stomach. She wanted it all, no matter how terrifying that thought was. “I want your cock. Fill me? Please?”
Chapter Three
As well as their first few minutes together had gone, Gabriel had never expected her ardent request.
Since she’d walked into one of the ship’s BDSM playrooms, filled with demands and limits, he’d been struggling to control his reaction to her hot body. The tiny noises she’d made, of pleasure and satisfaction, aroused him. But this… He was honoured by her plea. He wanted to do anything he could to make their time together memorable.
She licked her lower lip, betraying her trepidation. The fact that she was unsure of his desire for her made him want her even more. “I want you on your knees, sub, with my dick in your mouth.”
“Yes, Sir.” She lowered her gaze.
He let go of her chin. “I’m going to take off the nipple clamps.”
She nodded, and he wondered what had happened to the spitfire who’d shown up in his cabin. No matter her behaviour, he still had to quell the urge to fling her over his shoulder and brand her as his.
He cupped her left breast and released the pressure.
She yelped.
“I should have warned you.” He swirled his tongue around the compressed tip and sucked on it gently.
“Oh, Sir, that’s…”
He looked up. “That’s…?”
“Good. Your mouth feels so good. It takes away the pain, and it makes me horny.”
“No coming.”
“I—”
“I think I’ve been more than generous. Don’t you agree?”
“Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”
“Ready?”
She took a breath.
He removed the second clamp and again eased the pain with his mouth.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“I was wondering if Master Devon had taught you any manners.” He hoped his friend and partner joined them soon. She might be enjoying this scene with him, but the two of them worked in tandem to further heighten a sub’s experience.
He got to work on her bonds, taking his time to ensure he rubbed circulation back into each wrist as he freed it.
She lowered her arms gingerly.
He bent to unfasten her ankles, then changed his mind. Since he was already there, he spread her labia and licked her pussy.
Her knees buckled before she caught herself. She grabbed on to his shoulders. He really liked the way that felt.
“Sir…”
“Go ahead. I want to punish you, anyway. Just gives me more reason.” But he gave her no choice. He used his tongue and his fingers to tease and torment. There was no way she wouldn’t come.
“Please, Sir,” she implored, digging her fingers in deeper. Her body jerked. “I can’t hold back. I just…can’t…”
He increased his tempo.
“I don’t want to be punished for not being able to help myself.” Her words were nearly breathless, dazzling in their honesty. “I… Sir…” Her soft plea became a scream as he forced her orgasm.
Her pussy clenched around his hand, and he felt her moisture trickle over his fingers.
Oh, yeah. He liked dominating this subbie, demanding her reluctant surrender. “That was naughty of you,” he said.
“Sir, you gave me no choice.”
“What’s your point?” Not waiting for her response, he unfastened her ankles. “Now I think you’re close to being ready to be fucked.”
She continued to hold on to his shoulders while she stood on her toes and flexed her ankles.
He could stay there a while longer, inhaling her
intoxicating musk.
“I want your cock,” she whispered. “In my mouth first, like you wanted.”
That she said she wanted him, asked for him so honestly, made him harder. Many subs had to be coached to say things like that. He knew she wasn’t hugely experienced in the scene, so her words rang with an authenticity that appealed to his inner Dominant.
Without waiting for his response or approval, the little vixen lowered herself to the floor and unfastened the top button of his jeans. She didn’t look up as she tugged down on his zipper. He should stop her, he knew, or at least reprimand her. But he didn’t. It had been a long time since a woman had taken the initiative, and, sub or not, he liked it. That she was as hungry for him as he was for her did amazing things for his ego.
He toed off his boots and kicked them aside as she drew his jeans down.
“I’ve never met a man who went commando,” she said. “I like it.”
She curled her hand around his hard cock and licked the pre-cum from his slit.
He grabbed her head. He was in charge. He was the Dom. And damn if he didn’t feel as if she had all the power.
Victoria looked up at him. The expression on her face was somewhere between serene and triumphant.
She drew his cockhead into her mouth and pressed her tongue against the base.
“Fuck.” He groaned. He should have masturbated before she showed up. Work kept him plenty busy and it had been a while since he’d had anything other than a hand job in the shower. His callused hand felt much different than the softness of her skin on him.
She continued to stroke and suck, moving lower and lower on his shaft.
Normally he took control with his women, guiding each of their actions, but she was setting the right pace, pleasing him.
She increased the tempo. She took him deep, with longer and faster strokes.
He held her head steady. An orgasm was already building, and he wasn’t so damn young and unschooled that he was going to shoot his load down her throat in less than two minutes. “Stop.”
She ignored his command.
For a few more seconds, he let her. Despite his resolve to be the Dom, the woman gave a hell of a blow job.
Finally, he gritted his teeth. He was only human.
He forcefully put his hands near her ears and held her tight. “I said stop. Hands behind your back.”
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