Beauty Submits To Her Beast

by Sydney St. Claire

  Chapter Six

  Damon chuckled, leaned over, and kissed her hard and deep. “I think house four might have the best treats yet along with some fun games to be played.” He saw through her attempt at humor. She was afraid and unhappy with what he asked of her. Her spunk and bravery earned his admiration and made him determined to show her that her trust in him was well placed.

  “Maybe I won’t play,” she muttered. “See how you like them apples.”

  He cocked one brow. “Excuse me?”

  “Oh, sorry. See how you like that. Sir.”

  Holding her gaze, the combination of rebellion, lust, and fear made him determined to give her the best orgasm yet and prove to her that he’d take care of her every need. He slipped his finger inside her quivering pussy, pulling cream to slick her hard nub. The muscles of her abdomen tightened, but she didn’t speak.

  Damon couldn’t help smiling when he noticed she had her lips firmly clamped shut. His blood quickened. His sub continually surprised and pleased him. He’d been prepared for her to use her safeword and halt their session. And he wouldn’t have pushed her. He’d known this might be too much, too soon, but he wanted to see how much control she’d relinquish.

  So far, she’d held nothing back, and that thrilled him more than it should. Her trust and willingness to place her well-being in his hands was a gift unlike any other he’d received. Her bravery, even if given unwillingly, earned his respect.

  “I promise you’ll like what I do to you.” He rubbed her clit, loving the feel of her as much as the flash of pleasure in her eyes.

  “Maybe I’ll just lie here and take it.” She swallowed a moan.

  Damon laughed. “Ah, a challenge.” He understood her perfectly. She’d given him control of her body but not her mind. “Now this is a good game for our Halloween trick or treating theme. Shall we see how long it takes for you to scream and beg?”

  He eased his finger through her folds and circled her weeping pussy. She shuddered and couldn’t stop from clenching her muscles and jerking her hips upward, but she remained stubbornly silent.

  Unable to resist, he knelt between her legs and fastened his mouth over her clit. Her cry burst out of her and sent a jolt through his balls and into the tip of his cock. Fuck. He might be pushing her to her limits, but she’d shoved him well past his. He sucked and licked, drove her hard and fast. Her clit swelled, and her whimpers were music to his ears.

  “Ready to beg?” He flicked his tongue back and forth.

  “No.” Her voice sounded strained as she pulled at her hands.

  He lifted his head. “Not bad. Pretty good control. Let’s try this.” He thrust his middle finger deep inside her quivering pussy. She gasped and whimpered. He stroked her slow but kept her from cresting.

  She arched her head and choked back a cry. Her chest heaved, bringing his gaze to her tits. Each breath sent the pair jiggling. With difficulty, he returned his attention to her face and absorbed every expression, every shudder as he fingerfucked her.

  “Bondage is only one form of control, my sweet beginner. This is another. Let’s see how controlled you can be.” He added a second finger and stroked faster and deeper.

  Caitie’s breath whooshed out. She rolled her head side to side. Her body was on fire. She ached, and she throbbed like a cat in heat. Holding back the need to come was painful. She tried to keep from crying out, from moaning, but he was taking away her choice. She wanted to cry, yet at the same time, his mastery thrilled her.

  “Ready to scream and beg?”

  Staring into his eyes, she knew she was fighting a losing battle. Didn’t he understand she needed to keep something for herself? “No. Sir. You can. Make me. Can’t stop. You.” Each word exploded out of her. She’d be damned if she gave him what he wanted. He might control her body, but no man controlled her mind. “I let you—do this. That’s. Enough.”

  “I’ll have all of you, little sub. All or nothing.”

  She fisted her hands and wished she could grab him and force him to take her completely. She couldn’t stop from whimpering when he once again found that dime-sized sweet spot inside.

  “Cheating,” she gasped, trying to hold on to the hair-thin thread of control.

  “But you like it. Say you want to come. Beg, sweet Belle.” He rolled her clit between his fingers and, at the same time, pressed harder against her G-spot.

  The flare of pain combined with pure pleasure set off explosions deep inside. God, who was she kidding? This man could do anything, and she’d let him. Because he was right. Giving up control so far had given her the best sex of her life. Her small act of rebellion fell like the walls of Jericho.

  “Yes!” The admission tore from her throat. Her head felt light from lack of air that came from holding her breath and trying not to give in, and her entire body buzzed as though a swarm of bees had flown a path from head to toes. Her emotions were in turmoil, and her control stretched to the breaking point. The beast had tamed Belle.

  “I need you. Need to come. Are you happy?” She needed Damon, her Dom, her beast, and the pleasure he gave, even if it meant giving him what he demanded—her all.

  “For now, little sub. For now.” He removed his fingers and plunged his cock deep into her pussy.

  The shock, the thrill of his finally filling her sent her over the edge. Everything around her turned white and silent except for her scream of surrender. She shook and trembled beneath the force of the spasms tearing through her. The spasms went on and on, taking her higher.

  Damon leaned over and kissed her gently. By the time she came back to total awareness, her hands, legs and feet were free. Good lord, he’d sent her over the edge just by ramming his cock inside. He hadn’t moved and hadn’t come. Just filled her and joined them. She panted.

  “More,” she begged, feeling him throb inside her.

  He lifted her legs and draped them over his shoulder. “Look at me, Caitlin.” He pulled her hips closer, slid his palms beneath her ass, and lifted.

  Caitie couldn’t have taken her eyes off him had she tried. His face was taut with tension. Lines bracketed his mouth, his lips compressed from holding himself back. His nostrils flared as he drew in a deep breath. Here was a man in total control, yet she sensed he was about to lose himself in her as much as she’d lost herself in him. The thought thrilled her.

  His cock eased out slowly then back in. She pressed her hands into the mattress and just absorbed the feel of him. His first plunge into her pussy was a blur. Her mind had been too overwhelmed with too many sensations to really appreciate how he felt inside her. Though she ached and yearned for more, she focused wholly on him.

  He’d pushed her from one end of the emotional spectrum to the other, and now he was joining them, combining their power and pleasure. She’d waited so long for this that she didn’t want to miss a single, heart stopping moment.

  He glided into her smoothly. His size took her breath away. He stretched her, filled her, and completed her in a way she’d never experienced. “You’re so big,” she gasped.

  “And you’re so tight. So fucking hot. I need you, Belle. Take me. Take all of me.”

  She shivered with pleasure. His steel-hardened shaft fit like the missing puzzle piece. He completed her picture. Her pussy pulsed around his cock. Her inner muscles formed a tight glove over him, claiming him as he claimed her.

  As though he was just as overwhelmed, he held himself still, allowed her to absorb the feel of him embedded inside her. Had any other man felt this wonderful, as if he’d come home? She didn’t think so. In that moment, the truth hit. He belonged.

  If Damon had simply fucked her when she’d entered the room, she wouldn’t have this connection with him. It would have been just another fuck—no doubt a good fuck—but no more. The emotional bond he’d forged translated into a much stronger physical bonding.

  He lifted her hips. The motion allowed him to go even deeper, and she gasped, barely able to breathe. Blood pounded through her and insi
de her, his cock throbbed and vibrated with its own suppressed need. And she felt totally and absolutely in control.

  “You are mine, Belle. Mine.” He leaned over her, his hands on the coverlet beside her face, his mouth hovering over hers.

  “Yes, Sir,” she panted. And it was true. She needed whatever her weekend beast could give her. She tightened her inner muscles and squeezed. His hiss of breath pleased her, then his mouth claimed hers, his tongue sweeping in. Moaning deep in her throat, she kissed him just as passionately.

  Damon was in both heaven and hell. She surrounded him with her moist heat. Every contraction of her pussy felt like dozens of hands stroking his dick. He resisted the urge to pump in and out and send them both reeling. For just this one moment in time, he needed to be one with this woman who both fascinated and mesmerized him.

  He tilted his hips, gliding out of her. Her groan mirrored his. He eased back in. She was so tight he was afraid of hurting her. He slid his hand between their bodies. “I want to feel you come with me inside.” Needed to feel her consume him before he lost all control. He stroked her swollen clit.

  Her cry pleased him, as did the waves of pleasure stroking his cock. He drove her hard and fast. Sweat beaded on the sides of his face and ran down his back. The base of his spine tingled with the need to fuck her until his brains leaked out his ears. “Hurry, Belle.”

  “Yes,” she whimpered and arched beneath him. “Yes. Yes. Yes. God, I’m coming.” Her voice rose to a high shriek, and her fingers twisted in the comforter.

  He stroked her clit harder and faster until she went stiff and screamed his name. Her pussy convulsed around his cock, and his shout joined her as spasm after spasm threatened to shred the last of his control.

  Before her body calmed, he rose back onto his knees, pushed her legs toward her chest, lifting her and staring at their bodies where they were joined. He pulled out, shuddered with pleasure at the sight of her cream coating his cock, then thrust inside her heavenly warmth. His balls throbbed, his cum churned like a whirlpool threatening to draw in a helpless craft and drown it. If he didn’t fuck her hard and fast right now, he’d be the one drowning.

  He pumped his hips and fucked her, driving deep with each thrust. Many women couldn’t handle his size, but Caitie molded around him as though made for him. Just him.

  Her breathy cries turned to whimpers. “So good,” she moaned. Her fingers splayed open, clutching and releasing the comforter. “More.”

  He went deeper, felt her shudder and draw him in, felt her acceptance as she took all of him. And lost control. He loved the way her eyes glazed with passion, with need. For him. Her back arched and she threw her head back, exposing the smooth column of her neck.

  Damon filled her, moved as one with her. Caitlin’s cries fill the room. She gripped his cock with her pussy. He felt the flare of ecstasy building deep inside her.

  His angle and his size allowed him to stroke that sweet spot that he knew would set off mini explosions in her clit. He held her legs firm. She rocked and clenched her muscles, matching his pounding rhythm. “Look at me.” She obeyed. Sweat dripped down the sides of his face, and his arms bulged when he dropped onto his hands, his mouth inches from hers. “With me, Caitlin. With me. Say my name when you come. Scream my name.”

  “Now, Damon. Take me again.” She gripped his shoulders, her fingers trailed down his back, her nails scraping.

  He shuddered, and his thrusts turned frantic. Blood pounded in his ears, his groin, and even deep in his wound, the pain adding an edge to the lust driving him to pump harder and faster.

  “Damon!” She screamed his name when he plunged harder and faster with the intensity of a man driven over the edge.

  “Now. Now. Now.” His shouts echoed around her.

  She screamed his name over and over as he shot them both high, into a void filled with white heat and sparks of color, their own private firework display.

  ****

  Damon cradled Caitlin in his arms. He’d fallen on the bed, she’d wrapped her arms around him, and in a tangle of arms and legs, he’d drawn her close, pleased when she put her head on his chest and promptly fell asleep. He ran his hand along the curve of her side, dipped into the valley of her waist, and caressed the swell of her hip.

  He retraced his movement, finding it soothing to touch her. He envied her ability to sleep so soundly and peacefully. He smiled and brushed his lips across her forehead. Caitlin Olsen was nothing like he’d figured. He’d been prepared for a confident woman, a woman used to being in charge of her life. And he’d gotten that and so much more.

  He bit back a chuckle when he remembered how she’d come through the door with fire in her eye and an attitude big as the moon on her shoulders. His first impression had been that they were a bad match, that Bryce and Glorie were wrong in their assessment of her and the weekend would not work out.

  It had taken less than ten minutes for her to pique his curiosity. Twenty for him to decide he wanted her at any cost, and now, after two intense hours, he wasn’t sure three days would be enough.

  She shifted in his arms, sighed in her sleep, and threw one leg over his. He winced at the brief flash of pain that jangled the nerves in his thigh but didn’t shift her. He liked having her draped over his body. It’d be so simple to stroke her ass and cup her dark mound. Maybe he’d wake her nice and slow and take them both on a leisurely ride. No, better not. Let her sleep. He had a big evening planned.

  Drawing her closer, he rubbed his cheek on her silky hair and grinned. She’d lived up to his expectations this afternoon. As a Dom, he’d pushed her hard, intending to break through her need to control. He’d needed to know if she would submit and where her boundaries lay.

  And what a surprise he’d received. She challenged him, pushed him to the breaking point all while submitting completely. He’d earned her trust. He couldn’t have asked for more, yet he wanted more.

  If their earlier session was about control and power, tonight’s focus was on getting to know her, learning what she liked, and again, pushing her to see how far she’d go. She was so responsive, he couldn’t wait for later. He closed his hand over her breast and flicked his fingers over her nipple until it tightened, then ran his palm over her ass.

  She shifted, her knee brushing his hardening cock. Her eyes flew open.

  “Ah, you’re awake. Can you handle more candy?” He rolled on top of her, snagged her hands, and drew them both over her head.

  Smiling, she parted her legs, welcoming him into the cradle of her hips. “No such thing as too much candy.”

  “Good, let’s go see what house five is offering.”

  “You are mistaken, Sir. I believe we are on number seven. Four was a triplex.”

  Laughing, Damon slanted his mouth over hers. “You are correct, little sub. House seven it is, and if you are very good, it, too, might end up being a duplex.”

  Chapter Seven

  After a nap, orgasms number seven and eight, followed by a long shower, Caitie was refreshed and energized. She dressed in a clean costume, similar to the one she’d worn when she arrived at Pleasure Manor, but in nutty brown. Alone in the bathroom, she grinned at her reflection. The mansion was aptly named and her friend Maize had not exaggerated when she’d claimed orgasms were handed out like candy at Halloween.

  The beginning had been rocky. She’d nearly decided this Dom/sub stuff wasn’t her cup of tea, but she was super glad she’d stuck it out. Damon was a sex god. He knew just how to please women—her. She didn’t want to think about him with other women. But hey, she’d take the three days with him and be eternally grateful.

  And maybe ruined for any other man.

  No one else had ever made her feel the way he did. Hell, she hadn’t known it could be so damn good. Their last round of lovemaking had been so different. He’d taken his time, sending her over the edge, showing her a gentle, tender side. Number eight had been a slow fuck, with measured thrusts as he kept pace with her until they’d flown
apart, their voices mingling, their hands clasped, and their bodies arched together. She’d hit the jackpot with him as her Dom. And lover. Too bad it was only for a few days.

  Taking a deep breath, she couldn’t help but wonder what he had planned for tonight and tomorrow. Saturday was a spa day and the ball, and Sunday, she’d say goodbye and return to reality.

  Leaving her hair loose, she left the bathroom. She found Damon in the sitting room, leaning against the mantle, exactly where he’d stood when she first entered. Her stomach fluttered when she glanced up at the pot of ivy, the hidden chain, then at the carpet. She lifted a brow. The taped X was gone.

  “Regrets?” He joined her, stopping a foot away. His voice warmed her.

  “None,” she answered honestly. How could she regret a single moment or a single orgasm? She let her gaze roam over his bare chest. She was tempted to go to him and run her hands over that wide, hard plane. She had a weakness for broad shoulders and tapered hips. But she wasn’t sure if they were back to their weekend roles or not.

  Her gaze drifted lower to the pair of leather pants that rode low on his hips. Her brows rose. No crotch again, and this time, instead of a shapeless sack, his cock was encased in a bright purple penis glove. Good grief, the man was hung, a stallion among men.

  “Nice,” she said, choking as saliva flooded her mouth. And wasn’t she just the mare waiting to be mounted. Good grief, sex suddenly consumed her every thought. She blamed her beast for he’d shown her just how sensual a woman she truly was.

  Earlier, she’d been too caught up in his demands to appreciate his body. She did so now by walking around him. Her gaze swept across his bare ass, and her heart pattered happily. He had a prime ass—tanned, firm, muscled, and nicely rounded. Yep, a prized stallion and all hers.

  “You have a bubble butt,” she said, smiling. Her last boyfriend had what she’d termed a baby butt, nothing there to grab onto. Not that he’d been that good a ride that she needed to hang on for dear life. Unlike Damon who was like a scary but exhilarating rollercoaster.