by L. DuBois
Katrina couldn’t stop her own moan. The scene they were watching was brutal and primal and so damned arousing.
Dante lifted one hand and spanked her vulnerable pussy. Katrina gasped, grabbing fingers digging into the back of his head.
He spanked her pussy again, hitting the fleshy part of her outer labia and mound.
“Beg,” he growled in her ear, before nipping the soft skin of her neck.
“Please, Sir, please.”
“Please what?”
“Please spank my pussy.”
Another slap. “And then?”
“Spank my clit.”
He opened her pussy with two fingers, letting the air wash over her. “That will hurt, honeypot.”
“I know, Sir. I want it to.”
He lifted his other hand and brought three fingers down on her clit in a sharp slap. Katrina yelped, hissing at the sweet flash of pain.
Smack. Another spank on her clit. “Then what?”
“Please yank out the plug and fuck my ass.”
Smack. “The way he’s fucking her ass? No extra lube?”
“Yes, Sir. Yes, yes, yes.”
“Maybe I will, because you’ve begged me so nicely.” Dante shoved her forward so she was sitting on his knees, and she heard the snick of a zipper.
Katrina stared at the scene in the playroom. Master Des pulled out of Maia’s ass. He left her standing there, legs spread, her head and hair hanging down between her bound arms.
“Relax,” Master Dante barked, and then his hands were on her and she felt the first tug on the plug. She reached down, grabbing his shins to brace herself.
The widest part of the plug opened her and he held it there, stretching her anus. Then the plug slid out, and she felt something new probing her rear entrance.
Katrina wiggled, but he smacked her ass.
“No. You don’t move. I’m going to pull you back onto my dick. You’re going to stay still and relax your ass so I can fuck it.”
“Yes, Master.” The word slipped out, and Katrina was so aroused she didn’t even care.
He slid her back a half an inch, and then the head of his cock was in place. His dick felt huge, and the head seemed blunt after the nicely tapered plug.
Master Dante took her hips in his hands and jerked her back. Katrina screamed as his cock penetrated her ass, opening and filling her. She was still well lubed from the plug, but it wasn’t as smooth as it might have been if he’d added fresh lube. In her current state, she liked that little hint of friction.
In the playroom, Master Des had reappeared. He pushed an armchair into place in front of Maia. With quick, sure movements he released the carabiner holding her cuffs to the chain.
Maia fell forward over the padded back of the chair. Master Des wasted no time grabbing her thighs, spreading her open, and thrusting into her pussy.
Katrina watched, feeling strangely connected to the other sub, and they were both fucked with the sort of brutality that would be terrifying if it didn’t come from men they trusted so implicitly.
And what did it say about Katrina that she trusted Dante the same way Maia trusted her Dom—a man she’d been with for years.
“On the floor. Hands and knees. I need to fuck you hard.”
Dante didn’t give her a chance to obey, or maybe he didn’t want her to pull off of his dick. He wrapped an arm under her waist and slid off the couch, pushing her onto her hands and knees. Katrina hit the carpeted floor. She was close enough to the wall of glass that it was easier to brace her hands there, than on the dais.
“I’m going to fuck you until I come, Katrina.”
“Yes, Master. I’m yours to fuck.”
“Mine,” he agreed.
Katrina cried out as he pulled out nearly all the way then surged in again. He was brutal, just as brutal as Master Des was being. Katrina watched the other couple for a moment, but what Dante was doing to her was too good. She closed her eyes and gave herself over to the feeling of having her ass fucked.
Again and again his cock surged into her, filling her, stretching her. He started to jackhammer into her and Katrina knew he was close.
He let out a cry, his chest bowed forward over her back. Katrina shivered, her body hypersensitive and achy with the need to come. But her Master had just fucked her ass, and he wanted to stay in her, his cock filling her—and Katrina wanted him to stay there, even if it meant she wouldn’t come.
But Dante pulled out. “Don’t move. I like the way you look right now.”
She watched out of the corner of her eye as he went to a small sink and cleaned up, returning with a few baby wipes in hand. He cleaned her ass, probing her anus with a finger wrapped in cloth.
“Your ass is gaping open from being fucked.”
“Thank you, Sir, for fucking my ass so hard it’s gaping open.”
“Damn it, woman, you make me want to do things to you that should be illegal and probably are in several states.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Don’t be sorry. Tell me you want it, too.” What started out as an order, ended up a plea.
Katrina turned to look at him over her shoulder. “I want that too, Sir. So much. I don’t just want you, I need you.”
Strong arms wrapped under her, and she was tossed onto the long couch. He slid her to one end, her head cushioned on the arm rest.
“Open. Let me in.”
Katrina threw one leg over the back of the couch and dropped the other off the seat onto the floor.
His gaze caught and held hers. “That’s good enough for now, Katrina.”
For now? Had she done something wrong?
Katrina didn’t have time to worry about it, because Dante lay face down on the couch, head between her legs.
Oh yes, yes, yes.
Katrina reached up, grabbing onto the arm rest on either side of her head.
“No, Katrina. Cup your breasts. When I bite you, like this—” His teeth closed over her labia, biting down just enough that she knew it was his teeth, but not hurting. “—I want you to pinch your nipples. Pinch them and twist them. Make it hurt.”
“Yes, Master.”
His teeth closed on her labia once more and Katrina pinched her nipples, twisting them viciously. She held the twist until his teeth released her.
His tongue made a slow pass up the valley of her sex, from her entrance to her clit. He kissed her clit, and spoke against her pussy, his voice making her flesh vibrate slightly. “I want your nipples sore by the time we’re done.”
“Yes, Master.”
“I’m going to enjoy your pussy, and you’re not going to come.”
Katrina whimpered, but replied, “Yes, Master.”
He licked her clit, and Katrina arched up before she could stop herself. She forced herself to lie still.
“No, I want to feel you thrashing around. Trust me, Katrina.”
“I do, I do,” she panted.
“Good.”
Lips and tongue went to work on her clit. He sucked and licked, working a pattern that drove her towards the edge. She fought it, tensing her muscles, biting the inside of her cheek.
Master Dante nipped her labia. Katrina twisted her nipples, crying out as the pain streaked along her nerve endings towards her pussy.
He nipped her again, then licked her clit for what felt like only a few seconds, before dropping his chin and fucking her with his tongue.
Katrina lay back, letting it all wash over her. She stopped thinking, and gave in to the moment, to the scene. Her nipples ached from the pinching and twisting, her anus was throbbing from the fucking, and her clit was so wet and swollen that she knew she wouldn’t be able to pull back from the orgasm.
And that was okay. Dante wasn’t Jeff. He wouldn’t see it as a failure of her control. She knew, though he had never explicitly said it, that for Dante if she came it was proof that he could overwhelm her, and have a great excuse to punish her.
Katrina fought the orgasm, but not by pull
ing herself out of the scene the way she would have three years ago. Instead she would twist her hips away from him when she knew she was only one lick away from orgasm. He would pull her back down, and work on her clit with an increased intensity that she knew meant he wanted her to come.
He nipped her labia, she pinched her nipples, he licked her clit with the broad flat of his tongue, and the orgasm started to overwhelm her. Katrina tried to twist away, but this time he was ready for her.
Dante curled his arms around her legs, gripping her thighs, and held her down, his tongue rubbing, rubbing, rubbing her clit. Katrina came, her fingers squeezing her breasts, her head thrown back, and his name on her lips.
Chapter 11
“Come on, honeypot.”
Katrina yawned and took Dante’s offered hand. “Sure thing, uh…I don’t know any medieval words for penis.”
“We can Google it in the morning.”
Katrina looked up as they followed a tile path between two of Las Palmas’s buildings. The sky was ombre, blue-black in the west fading to a blue-tinged gray in the east.
“I think it might be morning, Sir.”
Katrina shivered as they passed by a lovely flowering jasmine, one of the petals brushing her leg and leaving behind a stripe of cold dew.
Dante released her hand only to wrap his arm around her shoulder. He’d put his clothes on, and given her a robe to wear as they walked to their sleeping room, but it was short and sheer, designed for titillation, not warmth.
Katrina stopped. “I need to go to the Subs’ Garden.”
Dante raised a brow. “Why?”
“I need my toothbrush. I know that’s not the sexiest thing to say, but not brushing my teeth is even less sexy.”
“Your things will be in our room.”
Our room. She liked the sound of that. “They will?”
“Yes, the staff set up everyone’s sleeping rooms. Since the Cellar doesn’t have a bed, I reserved a sleeping room too.” Dante took both her hands in his and cleared his throat. “Next, uh, next weekend, I’ll see if I can get us one of the playrooms with a bed.”
His brows were lowered in a frown. No, not a frown. That expression was worry and uncertainty. He was asking without asking if that was okay. Katrina reached up and ran her fingertips along his eyebrows.
“I’d like that, Sir.”
He started walking again, keeping his arm around her. “In that last scene, you called me Master.”
Katrina looked down at the large, square tiles under her feet. There was sand, rather than grout, between them, and small succulents were planted along the edges of the path, a small green border to the lovely terra cotta tiles.
“Katrina, don’t go quiet on me now.”
“I’m sorry, Sir. It would be a lie to say it was an accident. I can only say that, in the moment, it felt right.”
“I liked hearing it.”
“Have you ever had a bonded submissive before?”
“No.”
Katrina felt old, older then him. Maybe not in years but in relationship experience. And despite that experience, her emotions were running wild.
They walked on, entering another building through a lovely arch bordered in hand-painted tile. The interior courtyard of this building was simple, almost utilitarian compared to the others, with beds of birds of paradise, two benches, and a few potted desert roses.
He stopped by a door with an elaborate looking digital lock. There was a small screen showing his name. He entered his code and the door opened.
He waved her in, and Katrina inclined her head in thanks. The room was hotel-like in its simplicity and size, but the furnishings were all expensive and elegant in their simplicity.
Dante entered behind her, then showed her around the room. It looked like someone had unpacked the contents of her bag, except her street clothes.
“Your vanilla world clothes will still be in your locker,” he told her.
Her makeup and toiletries were laid out on the small bathroom counter.
“I’ll give you some privacy.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“But before I go…Katrina?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Dante crowded into her personal space, cupping her shoulders in his hands. “Trust me, Katrina. Trust me with all of it.” He kissed her head and then left her in the bathroom.
Katrina showered, taking her time to exfoliate, shave, pluck, and scrub. Once she was out, she braided her wet hair—she was too tired to dry it, so she’d have to wear it loose and wavy tomorrow.
Makeup remover took care of the eyeliner that hadn’t come off in the shower. She looked at herself in the mirror. Was she ready to show him this face, to be naked in front of him in this way?
Katrina snatched a tube of brown waterproof eyeliner, adding a thin line to her upper lids. It wouldn’t be terribly noticeable, but it made her feel better, protected. She added a bit of rose petal red stain to her lips and cheeks.
This was as vulnerable as she was willing to be in front of a man she suspected could get her to reveal things she wasn’t sure she should.
She emerged from the bathroom naked, her hair over her shoulder in a simple braid.
Dante sat in the room’s only chair. He rose when she emerged. His eyes slid over her, lingering on her face. She wished she’d put on more makeup.
“You’re beautiful, Katrina.”
“Thank you—”
He raised his hand, taking a few quick steps across the room to stop her from finishing her sentence. “Dante. Just Dante. Right now it’s Dante telling you that.”
“Thank you, Dante.”
He stroked her cheek with his knuckle. “I’ll only be a few minutes.
Katrina looked around the room as he disappeared into the bathroom. There was a king-sized bed. Where was she supposed to sleep?
She opened the bathroom door, peeking in. He was nude and soapy, and damn he looked good through the slightly steamy glass of the shower.
“Dante?” she said, voice loud enough to be heard over the water.
He opened the door and stuck his head out, “You okay?”
“Can I talk to Master Dante for a moment?” she asked, lips quirking in a smile.
“Hold, please.” He pulled his head in, closed the shower door, then opened it. “Yes, sub, how may your all-powerful Dom help you?”
Katrina opened the door all the way, dropping to her knees and then lowering her forehead to the floor in the most deeply submissive posture she knew. “Oh great and powerful Dom, I have a question.”
Dante burst into laughter, and Katrina climbed to her feet. He was clinging to the handle of the shower door. The steam was escaping, the glass clearing, and she got an even better look at his wet, naked body.
“I actually do have a question.” Her smile dimmed a bit. “Where would you like me to sleep?”
“Uh, the bed?”
“The main bed?”
Dante held up a hand. “I already want to murder your ex. I can fucking guess he made you sleep someplace awful, but I don’t want you to tell me about it right now.”
“I didn’t sleep someplace awful.”
He stared at her.
“I had a mattress on the floor in our master bedroom.”
“Woman, did I not just say don’t tell me?”
“I’m sorry—”
“Nah uh. Get your ass in bed so I can come cuddle you.” He glared at her, but his eyes were worried.
Katrina’s carefully constructed defenses trembled and started to fall.
She stepped into the steam coming out of the shower, and kissed his cheek.
With that she walked out of the bathroom and crawled between the soft white sheets. Much to her surprise she was almost asleep by the time he joined her. His slightly damp body curled around hers—an unfamiliar but wonderful way to sleep.
Chapter 12
Lips slid up her neck and warm rough hands eased her thighs apart. Katrina opened her eyes, seein
g only the blinding white light of morning. Breath fanned her neck and she wrapped her arms around his shoulder, her legs around his hips. His ass flexed under her calf muscles as he surged into her.
Bliss.
This was bliss, to be woken from a night of uninterrupted sleep by a warm, heavy, male body bearing her down into the mattress. She blinked, clearing her vision. Dante was wrapped around her, the skin of his back velvety soft under her hands, his breath warm and wet against her neck.
They came together without words, just two bodies rocking together on a bed bathed in light. Katrina’s orgasm came slowly and gently, and rather than gasping or moaning, she sighed, the pleasure akin to the feeling she got when she flopped down into the couch at the end of a long day.
Home. This was like coming home.
He went rigid above her, and Katrina hugged him close, arms and legs tight around him, her pussy clenching his cock.
Katrina closed her eyes, a smile on her lips. He went limp, for a moment his whole body weight resting on her, before he rolled off her, only to drag her with him, gathering her against his chest.
The next time she woke up, he was once more spreading her thighs. Katrina blinked, taking in the golden tone of the light that painted highlights on his muscles. Dante smiled down at her as he knelt between her legs.
“Good afternoon.”
Afternoon?
“I didn’t mean to fall back to sleep.” Her voice was husky, and she was sure she looked frightful.
“You clearly needed to sleep. You slept like the dead.”
“I don’t get too many nights of uninterrupted sleep.” She sat up, frowning at an unfamiliar feeling on her wrists.
While she slept, Master Dante had strapped heavy padded cuffs around each wrist. A small silver padlock dangled from each.
Her body, which had felt more asleep then awake, came to full Technicolor life, and she was aware of every inch of her skin, and of Dante’s large, male presence between her legs.
He was naked, gloriously so, his cock semi-erect. Katrina looked up, met his gaze, and then slowly lay back. She raised her arms, pressing her fingertips to the headboard, offering herself to him.