I'll Show You Mine

by Lauren Gallagher

  On Friday night, Alyssa arrived at his place right on time. With his heart in his throat, Shane went to the door and stood aside to let her in. They exchanged a brief kiss and even more fleeting eye contact. It wasn’t aloofness or lack of desire, though. Quite the opposite. She had to have known as well as he did that if they started now, they’d wind up fucking on his kitchen floor before they even made it up the stairs, and he didn’t want to rush this time. He had plans for her.

  Neither of them spoke as he led her upstairs and into his bedroom. There, he opened the walk-in closet and gestured for her to go in.

  On one side, clothes for work and whatever else were hung neatly in two rows. Ties, jackets, shirts—nothing out of the ordinary except for a bright red bowtie he’d worn for a friend’s wedding and a necktie with Tabasco logos all over it.

  The other side had a few clothes and boxes, but for the most part, it was dominated by his collection of implements. Numerous floggers of different lengths and materials. A couple of cat o’ nine tails. Handcuffs. Gags. Blindfolds. Restraints of every variety.

  Something told him Alyssa didn’t even notice the Tabasco sauce tie. Not with the way her eyes lit up at the sight of all that leather and metal. Yes, Alyssa, I will gladly use every last one of them on you if you want me to.

  “Impressive collection,” she murmured. “And you’ve had those used on yourself too?”

  “Yes.” He ran his hand up her back. “Every one of them.” Sliding his arm around her waist, he drew her back to him and kissed the side of her neck. “You want to use them on me?”

  “Mmhmm.” She pressed back against him, rubbing her ass on his cock. “But tonight, I want…”

  “You want, what?” he growled.

  She shivered. “Will you use them on me?”

  “Of course.” He released her and gestured at the implements. “Pick your poison.”

  “Didn’t you say you’d pick your favorite?”

  “Hmm, yes.” He pulled a cat o’ nine tails off the wall. “Definitely this one.”

  She watched her fingers play with the knotted ends of the tails. “I haven’t had one of these used on me in way too long.”

  “Just say the word,” he said quietly.

  She twisted one of the tails around her finger, tracing the stiff edge with her thumb. “Will you do it hard?”

  “Absolutely. Though it doesn’t take much to leave marks with that thing.”

  “You know what I mean.”

  “Yes, I do.” He swallowed hard, imagining Alyssa’s back scored with the welts that implement could raise. “And yes, I will.”

  “You don’t know how long I’ve been looking for someone who’s willing to get rough with me.” She looked over her shoulder at him. “I mean, really rough.”

  Shane put his arms around her waist and kissed the side of her neck. “Alyssa, you haven’t seen rough yet.”

  She shivered. He tried not to.

  He kissed her neck again, then released her. “So, what about limits when it comes to pain play?”

  She glanced at the implements on the wall, then looked at him. “Kindly don’t leave any marks that my colleagues will see, if you don’t mind. And nothing that’ll scar, please.” Her eyes met his. “Otherwise, bring it on.”

  He swallowed hard. This whole arrangement got better by the second. He cleared his throat. “How much pain can you handle?”

  “That depends.” Her eyebrow arched. “How much are you man enough to dish out?”

  He laughed. “Are you sure you can take whatever I can dish out?”

  She set her shoulders back and raised her chin. “I haven’t had any trouble taking what you’ve given so far.”

  “No, you haven’t.” He reached for her face. “But I definitely haven’t given you everything I have. Not even close.”

  Though defiance lingered in her eyes, it could have been excitement, nerves, or a combination of the two that rippled down the front of her throat, especially as his fingertips trailed across her cheek and into her hair.

  “Tell me, Alyssa,” he whispered, slowly closing his fingers around a fistful of hair, “do you want me to hold back, or do you want me to dish it out until you can’t take any more?”

  She closed her eyes and bit her lip, shivering as he tightened his grasp. He didn’t pull back, but she was anticipating it. Waiting for it. Wanting it.

  “Answer my question.”

  “I don’t—” She gasped as he teased the back of her neck with his fingertips. “I don’t want—”

  “You don’t want what, Alyssa?” Shane ran the tip of his thumb down the side of her neck.

  She moistened her lips. Swallowed hard. Finally opened her eyes. “I don’t want you to hold back.”

  It was his turn to pull in a sharp breath. In that moment, there was no doubt in his mind that Alyssa would be sexy as hell in subspace, and he couldn’t wait to put her there.

  Not yet, Shane. Soon.

  He gripped her hair tighter. “Now. Why don’t we get started?”

  She gulped. Nodded as much as his grasp would allow.

  He reached past her and took one of the gentler floggers off the wall. “Something to warm you up first.”

  “I don’t think you’ll have any trouble warming me up.”

  Laughing softly, he grabbed her hair again and kissed her. “Are you getting mouthy?”

  She opened her mouth as if to speak, but when he wound her hair into his fist, she only moaned. Shane flattened his other hand on her stomach and pulled her against him so she could feel—so she had no choice but to feel—him getting hard.

  Alyssa bit her lip to unsuccessfully suppress another whimper. He loosened his grasp, and this time, her moan was one of protest, of frustration, just as he suspected it would be.

  Perfect.

  “I’m in charge tonight, yes?”

  She nodded slowly. “Please.”

  Oh God…

  “And you’ll do whatever I say?”

  Another nod.

  “Answer me.”

  “Yes. Whatever you say.”

  “Safeword is ‘red’. Understood?”

  “Understood.”

  “Excellent. This way.” Shane led her out into the bedroom and had her stop, facing the footboard of his bed. He stood behind her, letting the silence drag on. He could tell by the way she turned her head just slightly that she was listening for him, trying to gauge where he was or what his next move would be.

  “Strip,” he said.

  Her spine straightened. She didn’t hesitate for a second, though, and then complied. His breathing became progressively more difficult as each button she unfastened loosened the fabric across her back. When she shrugged her blouse off, he regretted wearing jeans this tight.

  She dropped her bra on top of her clothes and waited.

  “Kneel.” He forced himself to breathe slowly and evenly as she obeyed, easing herself down to her knees in front of the footboard.

  He knelt behind her. She inhaled sharply as he ran his fingertips up her back, up her neck, and into her hair. He grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled her head back. She gasped, then whimpered and melted against him.

  “You are my submissive tonight,” he growled, and the words he’d been dying to say—and mean—made him shiver. “Everything I say goes unless a safe word is spoken or I relinquish that control. Clear?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good.” He released her hair and stood. Though she kept her eyes down, he could tell by the subtle motion of her head that she was tracking his movements as he walked around her. When he stopped in front of her, leaning against the footboard just inches away from her, she closed her eyes and swallowed hard.

  He raised her chin and forced her to look up at him. “You know, Alyssa, if I have a naked woman kneeling in fro
nt of me like this,” he said, reaching for his belt with his other hand, “I can only assume she’s there to do one thing.”

  Alyssa licked her lips as her eyebrows jumped.

  “I would assume,” he said, letting his belt buckle jingle enough to make them both shiver, “that she’s not only willing but eager to suck my cock.” She stared at his hands as he drew his zipper down. Shane inclined his head. “Would I be right, Alyssa?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Then since you’re kneeling in front of me”—he started stroking himself just inches from her lips—“I think you know what to do.”

  She didn’t hesitate. She pushed his hand out of the way, and in a heartbeat, her lips and hands were around his cock. Just like the first time and every time since, she was incredible. Everything she did with her mouth was just…fuck. She knew just where and how to flutter her tongue, when to squeeze with her lips and when to release. The rhythmic stroking with both hands made it even more intense, and he had to grip the rail on the bed’s footboard to keep his balance.

  “Just like that.” He struggled to keep his eyes open as the ache and the tightness in his balls quickly intensified. “Just like that, good girl, that’s perfect. Oh…fuck…” He held the footboard tighter, leaning heavily on it to make up for his knees, which were well on their way to useless. “Jesus…”

  She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock—once, twice, a third time—and he lost it.

  When his blurred vision finally cleared, and he could trust his legs to hold him up, he took a breath and looked down at her. She looked up at him, biting her lower lip, eyes wide as she sought either his approval or his next command.

  “Your mouth is amazing,” he slurred. “Absolutely amazing.”

  She smiled, a hint of color appearing in her cheeks.

  He pushed himself away from the footboard and gestured toward it. “Put your hands up on top of the railing. Don’t let go until I tell you to.”

  She did as he ordered, kneeling on the floor at the foot of his bed and holding on to the footboard rail.

  He knelt behind her, kissing the back of her shoulder. “I’m not going to cuff or tie you. Not this time.” He tapped the rail beside her hand. “Instead, you’re going to hold on. Am I clear?”

  She nodded.

  “Am I clear?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  He leaned past her to pick up the flogger off the bed, making sure to drag the tails across her arm and shoulder. She shuddered, fidgeting on her knees as the strips of leather slid over her shoulder before falling down her back.

  Standing back, he looked at her, scrutinizing the blank canvas of waiting skin that was to be his target. He ran his fingers through the leather tails, his mouth watering as he imagined them hitting her again and again. He wondered what kinds of sounds she’d make, not just when the smack of a belt made her yelp, but when she was in real pain. If she’d beg for more with tears running down her face, or if she’d simply float off into subspace.

  Only one way to find out.

  Shane picked up the softer flogger and used that first, waking up her nerve endings and warming up her skin. Then…then it was the part he enjoyed the most.

  He raised the cat o’ nine tails, licked his lips, and let it fly.

  He couldn’t say what aroused him the most: the smack of the tails on her skin, the way her muscles trembled beneath her flushed skin with every strike, or her breathless, delirious moans. Before long, the tails had left their mark, scoring her back with stripe after raised, pink stripe, much like her nails often did to his own skin.

  She swayed with every hit, as if he’d struck her with a great deal more force. At one point, her fingers loosened around the rail, threatening to slip off completely.

  “Don’t let go, Alyssa.”

  “Sorry,” she murmured. She adjusted her grip.

  He hit her a few more times, then set the flogger on the bed a few inches from her bound hands. He checked one hand, then the other, making sure they weren’t cold, which they weren’t. Kneeling behind her, he ran his fingertips down her sides as he kissed the side of her neck. “Are you doing okay?”

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  “How are your hands?”

  She flexed her fingers a few times, then her wrists. “Fine.”

  “Good.” He drew one fingertip up the center of her back, along skin untouched by the flogger, and her spine straightened at his featherlight touch.

  Shane rose and held out his hand. “Stand up.”

  She grasped his arm with one hand and the footboard with the other, rising slowly on unsteady legs.

  “You sure you’re okay?” he asked.

  She nodded, wavering slightly against him as he slipped his arm around her waist.

  “Good.” He turned her head toward him and kissed her lips. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

  She shuddered, squirming beside him.

  “You want more?” he whispered.

  “If…if you’ll give…” She met his eyes, hers still wet and gleaming. “I want anything you’re willing to give me.”

  “I thought as much.” He kissed her again, then guided her to the edge of the bed. As she sat down, he kept a hand on her arm. “You all right? Steady?”

  She rested her hands on the edge. “I’m…I’m good.”

  “Stay right there.” He kissed her cheek and then stood.

  Shane took his time getting undressed, slowly unbuttoning his shirt before shrugging it off and—just to drive her crazy—folding it neatly. He did the same with his jeans and boxers, making sure everything was carefully folded and stacked on top of his dresser, even though he couldn’t have cared less if his clothes were tidy or wrinkled. He just wanted them off so he could fuck her, but he wanted to fuck with her first.

  Once he was finally undressed, he stood beside the bed and stroked his hard cock, a simple gesture that made her moan. “Look what you’ve done, Alyssa,” he whispered. “Turned me on all over again.”

  She licked her lips and met his eyes.

  Grinning, he took her hand and guided it to his erection. “You’re going to help me with this, aren’t you?”

  “Yes,” she whispered, gasping as he closed her fingers around his cock. Their hands moved together, stroking gently and unevenly, and it was almost too much for him to take. He didn’t want this to stop, but like hell was he coming again before he’d had a chance to fuck her.

  After a few more mouthwatering strokes, he grasped her wrist and took her hand away from his cock. Alyssa bit her lip as he reached for the nightstand.

  Shane held up the condom. “Put it on.”

  She obeyed immediately, taking it from him and tearing the wrapper. He gritted his teeth and tried not to moan as the warmth of her hands brushed his cock. Once the condom was on, he lay back on the bed, then gestured for her to straddle him.

  “I’m going to fuck you,” he said. “You’ll be on top, but I’m still in control. Understood?”

  She nodded.

  “And you’re not to come until I allow it.”

  “I won’t.”

  At his command, she raised her hips, and Shane closed his eyes as he guided her down and she took his cock inside her. She moved slowly, rising and falling, and he swore she took him deeper with every stroke. Her breasts bounced, and her hair tumbled over her shoulders, and goddamn, she was gorgeous.

  Staying in the Dom state of mind was a challenge when he was fucking her—all he wanted to do was give in and give her everything he had—but she was still deep in space, still flying, and needed him to stay at least somewhat anchored in the real world.

  He cupped her breasts, then pinched her nipples hard enough to make her yelp, and her pussy tightened around him. He groaned and did it again.

  “Please let me come,
” she whimpered. “Fuck, I can’t take any—”

  “You can take as much as I tell you to take.” He thrust up to drive himself deeper. “You won’t come until I tell you to, will you?”

  “No.” She was damn near sobbing now. “Please…” Her hips quivered in his hands, and her pussy squeezed and released his cock.

  “Don’t come yet,” he whispered. “You know the rules, Alyssa.”

  She bit her lip, screwing her eyes shut. She rode him at precisely the speed he demanded, and he couldn’t take another second, so he whispered, “Come.”

  Without a second’s hesitation, she cried out. The first tremor was all he could take, and he groaned as her orgasm set his off.

  She slumped over him. Her skin was hot against his, and he couldn’t tell whose thundering heartbeat was whose.

  After a moment, she pushed herself up on her arms and looked down at him. He touched her face, running the pad of his thumb across her flushed cheek.

  Their eyes met. Hers were wet, the pupils blown, fixed right on him and waiting for him to give the next command—the very picture of complete, beautiful surrender.

  Oh yes, Alyssa. Tonight, I am your Dom.

  Chapter Eleven

  “Come here.” Shane helped Alyssa to her feet. The world wavered under her, and her legs felt like noodles, but with his guidance, she made it to the bed. He eased her down onto her stomach, keeping a gentle grasp on her arm and her hip until she was completely settled. “How do you feel?”

  “Good.”

  “That’s what I like to hear.” He sat beside her and stroked her hair.

  Alyssa closed her eyes. She was still floating, still a million miles from earth, and his strokes were almost enough to lull her to asleep. They very nearly did, but before she could slip completely away, he stopped.

  “I’m going to put something on your back.” The click of a bottle top was distant, as was Shane’s voice. “This might be a little cool. And it might sting.”