by Livia Grant
I’m torn by the desire to fight them all off—the dungeon master included—and walking away.
Because I’m sure as hell not fit to deal with this kind of shit.
I wouldn’t even know where to start.
A flash of red hair swings in front of Kayla, and she’s engulfed in Sasha’s arms. Maxim somehow appears at my shoulder.
“You break her, you own her.” His words cut through the haze in my brain. I manage to turn my head and look at him. “You heard me,” he prompts. “She belongs to you now. Pick her up, carry her to a cool-off room and put her back together.”
It must make sense because my feet are already moving forward before I’ve even decided what to do. I pry Sasha away from Kayla and scoop her into my arms. “Give her to me, she’s mine,” I assert.
Mine.
It sounds right. It’s not what I wanted, but it’s the truth. She’s mine.
You break her, you own her.
“Go get her some hot chocolate,” I bark at Sasha, who is less than impressed with me.
Her face screws up in disgust. “Hot chocolate? Really dude?”
I don’t even know what made me say it, but it sounded right.
“Is that what you want?” she asks Kayla, who is still sobbing uncontrollably. Kayla bobs her head yes.
Someone offers a blanket, and I wrap it around Kayla and carry her to the cool-off rooms, abandoning my duffel bag and possibly my balls on the floor.
“I’m sorry,” Kayla struggles to speak between hiccups and sobs. “I don’t even know why I’m crying.”
I can’t think of a single thing to say. Not one goddamn thing, so I don’t. I just find a room and settle on a couch, curling her against me on my lap. I tuck the blanket in around her and hold her tightly.
My lips find her hair. First one kiss.
It doesn’t kill me. Her hair smells sweet, like oranges. I kiss her again. I cradle the side of her face with one hand and lay tiny kisses along her hairline, on her forehead. Her wet, wet eyelids.
“I’m so sorry,” she sobs.
“It’s sub-drop.” Finally, my brain returns.
This happens. I read about it. I’ve heard about it. I just haven’t had to deal with it before because I’m honestly not that much more experienced than Kayla.
“Your brain chemistry took a hit because things were so intense. The hot cocoa will help.”
“I’m so embarrassed.” She tries to erect her head, but I cradle it back against my shoulder.
Mine.
She’s really mine. Maxim said it, so it must be true.
“Don’t be embarrassed. I like you like this.”
That seems to slow down the sobs. Probably her trying to stop them just made it worse. Now that I welcomed them, she can breathe. “W-what?” She peels her wet cheek away from my neck and blinks at me. Her mascara has run around her eyes. I find it oddly erotic. “Why?”
Telling her I’ve decided the tears mean I own her now probably won’t come out right. I give a little shrug, the corners of my lips lifting. “It’s just another fluid exchange, right?” I flick my tongue out to lick one of her tears.
She lets out a watery laugh. The sobs dissipate completely, and she stares at me, her big eyes looking even larger with the black rings from her mascara. “D-do you even like me?”
I give her a slow nod, gaze locked on hers. “Yeah. I do. I like you so much I was thinking about making you safe word, so you wouldn’t come back here without me.”
Her lips form a surprised ‘O.’
“Yeah. I forbid you to come here without me.” I hold my breath to see how that lands.
She punches me with the world’s least effective blow. I make a mental note to teach her how to punch. “What the fuck? I thought you hated me.”
“I—” I grimace and hang my head. “I was a total cocksucker. I’m sorry. You… you seemed way too good for me. Like the kind of girl I can’t have. And that pissed me off.” I’m surprised to hear what’s coming out of my mouth. I don’t think I even realized that was true until this moment.
“You’re beautiful and sweet. Too innocent. Your father would put a shotgun to my chest if he saw us together.”
She lets out a little puff of laughter. “My father is a very nice man.”
“See? I knew it. Me—I am not a nice man.”
Her smile fades. “I…” She swallows. “I trust you.”
“I know. That’s the part that blew me away, blossom. You had no goddamn reason to trust me, and you still did. You worked so hard to please me. Now I’m spoiled for other women.” I shake my head in chagrin. “No one else will do.”
Light blooms in her expression, but she still looks dubious. “You don’t even live here. How are you going to come back with me?”
“I’ll fly out.” I can’t believe what I’m promising. But the moment I say the words, I know they’re true. “I will be on a plane every weekend next month to come here with you. I can’t stand the thought of you scene-ing with some other guy.”
She lowers her lashes. “You’ll be my dom?”
Something kicks in my gut. Excitement, maybe. A potent twist of meaning. I nod once. “Will you have me?”
“Is it… just for here?”
My heart starts to thud uncomfortably in my chest. The Neanderthal in me snarls, Mine. But how do I stake my claim on a woman I have no rights to?
Still, I shake my head. “No, blossom. When I claim a woman, I claim her everywhere. I want you in my hotel bed tonight. I want you straddling my waist in the morning before I fly home. I’ll need you on FaceTime every fucking night we’re apart.”
I know it’s too much. We don’t even know each other. But my sense is that half-assed isn’t going to cut it for Kayla. She deserves the whole package. If I’m going to own her, I take responsibility for all of her. Not just her sex life.
I shrug. “We’ll try it. If you still think I’m a dick after the first month, you can cut me loose.”
I’m shocked by the sudden and brilliant appearance of her smile. “I know you’re not a dick. Sasha is friends with you.”
“Sasha is a crazy fucking Russian whose father made me kill for him.” She ought to know the truth. What she’s dealing with. “I’m not a nice man.”
She angles her head back. “Kiss me.”
Kiss her.
It’s a fucking honor to kiss this girl. But I want to make it right. Not the rough, claiming kiss I’ve been wanting to give her ever since she knelt at my feet and swallowed my cum. No, she deserves my restraint. A heavy dose of respect. I take her head between both hands and pull her face up to mine. My lips slide over hers in a slow glide, a long exploration of the surface of her beautiful mouth. I re-angle and repeat. Another slow closed-mouth kiss. And then I abandon restraint and kiss the fucking hell out of her mouth. My tongue lashes between her lips, my teeth graze her tender skin. I kiss and suck and claim with every parting and closing of my mouth. When I finish, she’s breathless and wild-eyed and so goddamn adorable I want to carry her out of here before our final spin.
Sasha and Maxim appear at that moment with the hot chocolate and my duffel bag. “Sorry, it took us a while to have some made,” Sasha says, pressing the warm mug into Kayla’s hands. She sits beside her. “How are you feeling? You look better.”
I hold my breath.
Kayla nods. “I’m better. Pavel’s keeping me.”
My heart gallops into action.
She claimed me back.
I nod, returning Sasha’s surprised blue gaze with my serious one.
“Um, wow. Okay. Glad that worked out.” Sasha’s tone is one part wonder, one part doubt.
Maxim’s smirk is bro-code for nailed it.
It feels too precarious to smirk back.
Kayla
The hot chocolate really helped. I sip it and stare at my new master. The man who suddenly decided I’m his.
I feel like I’m in a Regency romance novel—like that Netflix series, Bridgert
on—when a man offers to marry a woman after two dances. I know endorphins and orgasms and all kinds of other things factor in, but I’m falling madly in love with Pavel.
I’m madly in love with this world. It terrifies me how well-suited I am to this lifestyle. I think part of what made me fall apart was my horror and exactly how boundaryless I am here. I think I would do anything Pavel asked. Submit to anything he requested.
I mostly trusted him before, but his reaction to my meltdown solidified it. He was perfect. Calm and unfazed. Tender. Honest.
“A lot of couples have moved onto their third spin,” Sasha’s husband, Maxim, tells us. “Are you two going to finish?”
“It’s up to Kayla,” Pavel says.
“Yes.” I want that monthly pass. I want to come back here with Pavel. He said he’d fly back to play with me.
Pavel shifts and produces my panties from his pocket. “Let’s get these back on you.”
Maxim and Sasha have the grace to disappear, so Pavel can help me back into them. He takes the heels off my feet and tosses them into his duffel. “Enough of those,” he says.
Loud cheering and applause sound from the direction of the red-light district.
“Come on, blossom.” Pavel helps me to stand, and we head back into the theatre and onto the stage.
“Kiki and Master Pavel are here for their final spin,” Madison announces. I pull the wheel and watch the activities flash by then toss the ball. It bounces for a long time before it finally settles into a slot.
“High protocol!” Madison says.
Pavel makes a sound of interest. I glance up, and he lifts his shoulders in a slight shrug. When we get off the stage, he leads me into the main play area where he pins me against a wall. “High protocol, hmm.”
“I-I’m not sure I remember exactly what it is,” I admit.
“Me neither.” I see a hint of a smile.
My heart flutters.
“I think I just make rules, and you follow them. You provide service to your dominant. Same as we’ve been doing all night.”
I bat my eyelashes. “So what are my rules?”
He brushes his tattooed knuckles down my cheek. “Your rules are…”
I wait, nipples stiffening in my bustier, excited by our game.
“When I say up against the wall, you get up against the nearest wall and present yourself to me for fucking.”
I drop my eyes and hide my smile. “Yes, Master.”
He waits a beat.
Every nerve ending tingles waiting for his command.
“Up against the wall.”
I dash over to the closest wall and yank my panties off, hopping in my hurry. I then press my palms against the wall, spread my legs and stick my ass out, looking over my shoulder.
He’s right there behind me. He cups my mons from behind, one of his digits circling my tender clit. “That’s pretty, blossom, but I’ve already had you from behind tonight.”
I turn around.
“When I say, prepare your master, you’ll find the condom in my pocket and put it on me.” His voice is velvety smooth, not the harsh bark of earlier.
I reach for his pocket then stop, my hand suspended, waiting for the command like we’re playing Simon Says.
“Prepare your master,” he murmurs.
I find the condom, open it and unbutton his pants. He helps me by holding the base of his cock for me to roll the condom on.
“Good girl.” He crowds against me, the head of his cock bobbing between my legs.
I lift one leg around his waist to present myself to him, and he doesn’t hesitate, he sinks right in.
I open my mouth, but no sound comes out.
“You okay? You seemed wet enough.”
“I am. Yes. I’m good. I’m great,” I babble, reaching for his ass and pulling his hips against mine.
“Uh oh.” He shakes his head. “You don’t drive unless I tell you to, printsessa.”
I quickly lift my hands in surrender. “Sorry, Master.”
He pins my wrists to the wall. “Good thing I’m done punishing you for the night,” he murmurs against my lips.
“You are?” I sound breathless.
He thrusts in and up, sliding my back against the wall. “Yes. Other than your fucking. Which may be rough.” He thrusts again.
The back of my pelvis bangs against the wall, but I welcome the sensation. I’d take all the bruises he wanted to give me. Every thrust feels glorious. Like he’s marking me as his. Branding me. I’ve orgasmed three times tonight, but never with him inside my pussy, and it feels so right. So necessary.
Exactly where he’s supposed to be.
He nuzzles the side of my face, shocks me again with the little kisses along my jaw and hairline, which come at total contrast with his slow, rough thrusts.
“Kiss me, Kayla,” he commands.
I offer my lips, and he claims them, twisting his slowly, passionately over mine. He takes his time, ravishing my mouth while he nails me against the wall. Only when his breath turns to pants does he hook a forearm under my knee to hold me in place for short, quick thrusts.
I slide my fingers through his sandy hair. “Pavel,” I gasp against his lips.
“Take it, blossom. Take it like a good girl.”
“Give it to me.”
We’re both out of our minds, dirty talking to each other like a pair of practiced lovers. I forget where we are. Who we are. What I’m doing here. Black Light dissolves, and there’s nothing but wringing this last orgasm out of my master.
Pleasing him.
Letting him please me.
His thrusts get wild and erratic. Our panting breaths mingle.
“Master, may I—”
“Come,” he barks.
The moment he does, I let myself tumble over the precipice, my muscles tightening and squeezing around his cock.
He growls and thrusts deep, groaning as he, too, comes.
I cling to him, shaky and limp. Exhausted, but happy.
“Come on, blossom. You can finish this spin on my lap. It’s time for all the rewards.”
I beam up at him, my belly fluttering. I don’t know what the rewards are, but I can’t wait to find out.
The End
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