Brand (The Donovan Dynasty)

by Sierra Cartwright

  “The butt plug is going up your ass.”

  In mute protest, she stood.

  “Back into position. Unless you’d like to be punished?” His voice, surprisingly, was more gentle than harsh.

  He slid a hand between her thighs to touch her pussy. Since she was already so aroused, the lightest brush reignited her, making her want to please him.

  He put a hand on the middle of her back to ease her down. “We’ll go slow,” he promised soothingly. “And you always have your safe word.”

  She nodded.

  “I’m going to start with a finger.”

  She scrunched her nose.

  But when he started, all thoughts of fighting vanished. She should have known she could trust him.

  He inserted a finger in her cunt, teasing her, making her wet, bringing her to that razor point of anticipation.

  Then she heard the squirt of a liquid. Lube, she guessed when she felt the cool, wet smoothness of gel when he fingered her anus.

  “Every time you feel me, bear down.”

  “I’m not going to like it.”

  “Uh-huh,” he replied unconcernedly. He pressed against her tightest hole again.

  All the while, he continued to talk to her and play with her pussy with his free hand. She wasn’t sure she’d ever been more turned on.

  “Yeah. A little more.” He eased a finger into her ass, a fraction of an inch. Then he pulled out.

  While she was still relaxed, he penetrated her again, deeper.

  “I’m in up to my knuckle.”

  She felt unbelievably full.

  He moved his finger around.

  “I’m feeling embarrassed,” she said.

  “Quit thinking. Focus on pleasing me.”

  “It might be easier if you didn’t have your finger up my ass.”

  He smacked her left cheek with the hand he’d had on her pussy. “Your choice. A spanking? Or I can play with you so that you enjoy the anal more.”

  “Sorry,” she said, unrepentant.

  “Then we’re agreed. A spanking it is.”

  “No!”

  He brought down his hand hard on her flank as he drew out his finger and plunged it in again, twisting, prying apart that reluctant muscle.

  Being spanked while being anally finger-fucked was the most overwhelming thing she’d ever experienced. She whimpered and cried and begged him not to stop.

  Abruptly he did.

  She collapsed on the arm of the couch, shuddering.

  “You were about to come from anal,” he said. “Tell me again how bad you hate it.”

  Sweat drenched her, along with the shock waves from his repeated denial. “You’re a beast, Cade Donovan.”

  “I’m still getting started. Back into position.”

  “Can I have a moment?”

  She heard a terrible scraping noise, and she realized he’d moved aside the steamer trunk. Since she was blindfolded, she had to guess what he was doing, and he’d either crouched next to her or he was bent over, since he spoke directly into her ear.

  “You’re so much more than I could have hoped. Tell me yellow and I’ll remove the blindfold.”

  She shook her head. “I don’t want you to stop or change it up. I just need to catch my breath.”

  “There’s no shame in saying it.”

  How could she make him understand? If she looked around, at him, the moment wouldn’t be as intense. “I don’t want to go backward from here.”

  He trailed his fingers down her spine and the tension began to ease. Then he surprised her more by wiping her with a cool, damp cloth. He even lifted her hair to soothe her neck before blotting her forehead.

  As he continued, she unclenched her feelings and allowed her body to elongate. “I’m not sure how much I like orgasm denial.” It felt as if tiny needles were pricking her.

  “When I let you come, it will be all the more powerful. And you’ll do it with my cock buried in your cunt.”

  She shivered.

  “Let me know when you’re ready.”

  “I am.” She spread her legs and adjusted her weight.

  “That’s my perfect little submissive.”

  His submissive. The words seemed to bounce around in her head and she gripped the seat cushion.

  She could never be Cade’s submissive. He’d said he played with women at clubs, that he’d never had a sub of his own, and she knew that was because he hadn’t wanted one. Women would line up for the opportunity to be with a man like him.

  But for now, he’d chosen her. For now, that was enough.

  “You liked the spanking,” he said.

  “Yes.”

  “Can’t wait to get you in the loft, attached to a beam.” He slapped her hard, right on top of where he’d landed the previous blows.

  She yelped.

  Arousal clawed at her, blistering and insistent.

  His strong hands were on her legs, forcing them apart so he could adjust her position, allowing him better access. He licked her pussy and gently bit her clit, making her cry out and forcing her body forward as she tried to escape.

  He began to fuck her pussy with a finger, keeping her distracted while he placed the slick plug against her ass.

  “You’re already stretched.”

  “Not convinced.”

  He moved aside the plug and put his finger there. It amazed her how easily it went inside. “You’re more ready than you want to admit.” There was an annoying note of triumph in his voice. This man, this Dom, seemed to know more about her than she herself knew.

  When he started to slide the plug in, she again tried to crawl up the side of the couch.

  “It’ll be less difficult if you stop struggling.”

  To her, there was nothing more natural than trying to escape.

  “Thrust your hips back.”

  “I…”

  He worked his arm between the leather and her body. With his strength, he essentially held her immobile. “After this, it’ll be the medical table for you. It was made for squirming bottoms.”

  He spanked her hard until she almost felt limbless. All the fight remaining in her vanished.

  “Bear down. Now.”

  Before she was totally ready, he pushed it in even as he jerked her pelvis back.

  She screamed.

  “You’re there. Relax and let it settle in.”

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck.”

  “I’ll get the bigger one next time.”

  The flexible silicone moved just a little as he tugged on it. But now that the thickest part was in, her sphincter closed around the small shaft and the momentary pain receded.

  “I want you totally helpless.”

  She felt as if she already were.

  “Hands behind your back, please.”

  The handcuffs.

  Since she was bent over, it was difficult to comply, but he reached over to help her, holding her right hand at the small of her back while bringing her left to meet it.

  He ratcheted the metal into place, and she felt him put a finger beneath each to make sure they weren’t too tight.

  As if she weighed nothing, he moved her, inching her forward so that her toes no longer touched the ground.

  He left her long enough to undress, and she’d never felt more exposed than with her legs spread, a plug stuffed up her ass, unable to move or see.

  She fully understood what was demanded of her. It wasn’t just her physical compliance, it was mental as well. The struggle to stay still was real. She wanted to test the cuffs, adjust some of the weight from her shoulders, push herself back so that her feet were firmly on the floor. Transcendence, he’d called it. She wondered if it was something she’d ever fully achieve.

  Striving toward it, she counted her breaths.

  “Any part of your body overly stressed?”

  “No.”

  “Say yellow immediately if it happens.”

  “Promise,” she replied.

  He parted her lab
ia, pinching where he’d placed the clamps earlier. No matter how she tried, she couldn’t escape.

  Then he began the slow, torturous build-up again, touching, teasing, moving the plug, making her forget everything including her name.

  Within a minute, he had her back to pre-orgasm. The feeling was part bliss, part agony, and the tiny pinpricks returned.

  Having cuffed hands hampered her movements more than she would have guessed possible. She was helpless but to wait on his pleasure.

  “Your ass needs to be a little redder.” He rubbed her buttocks and her thighs, then he rained down dozens of spanks, everywhere, on top of each other, six inches apart, left side, right side, making her burn, making her flesh jump.

  She was breathless, and her eyes ached from the tears scorching them. “I want. Need.”

  “Me, too, sweet Sofia.”

  Finally, finally she felt his hard cock at her entrance.

  She gasped at his first shallow thrust.

  With the plug and his girth, the wind was knocked from her lungs. She wasn’t sure she could do this. She tried to protest, but she couldn’t even come up with the words.

  “You can,” he said, as if reading her mind.

  Not without being torn apart.

  She heard the squirt of a bottle, and she knew he’d applied the lube to his cock.

  He put his hands on her hipbones and repositioned her, forcing her chest across the couch a little, abrading her tender nipples.

  Cade—her Dominant—pushed deeper with each slow movement. Even though she’d thought it impossible, she began to accommodate him.

  “So damn tight.” He stroked the outsides of her thighs with his fingertips. And since parts of them were already sore from the spanks, the touch was enough to make her jerk.

  When he sank his dick all the way inside, she lost the remaining air in her lungs. She imagined what she looked like with her buttocks pried apart, and that cock inside her while she was helplessly cuffed over the arm of the couch.

  “I’ve got you.”

  As he fucked her, she gave herself over, trusting that he would make sure she was safe.

  She allowed herself to drown in the sensation of being full, being taken by a Dominant, thoroughly gorgeous cowboy.

  Cade Donovan was everything she would have imagined him to be, but so, so much more.

  His sounds drove her crazy. The knowledge that she held any power over him made her delirious.

  This time, the orgasm that built seemed to come from a different place inside her, as if her whole body were involved, not just her sex organs. “Ahh…”

  “Try to wait.”

  She wasn’t sure she could. And she wasn’t sure how to communicate that.

  “Just a few more seconds.”

  His fingers dug into her hipbones. She felt the movement of their bodies, her front pressed into the leather couch, the backs of her thighs against his muscular legs.

  Surprising her, he dragged her back as he thrust inside her.

  “Come for me, sweet Sofia.”

  She exhaled as the climax claimed her. Maybe because of the series of denials, it rocked her, making her dizzy. She sobbed out his name.

  Moments later she felt him pulse inside her. He shifted one hand and plowed it into her hair as he continued to jerk his pelvis.

  She had no sense of how long she stayed there or how long he held her. Time lost meaning as the earth seemed to hurtle through space.

  It could have been minutes later when she realized he was speaking to her in soft tones.

  “Sensational, Sofia.”

  She turned her head to the side.

  He eased his cock from her then she felt him tugging on the plug.

  “I can do that.”

  “I’m sure you can,” he replied. “You’re not done with the scene until I say you are.”

  Since she was still helpless, she had no choice but to let him, even though part of her wished the couch would open up and swallow her.

  He used a damp towel to wipe her.

  Eventually he removed the cuffs, taking time to massage her skin and urge her to move slowly.

  She shrugged several times before stretching out her arms.

  Then he took off the blindfold.

  She opened her eyes to see him crouched next to her, wearing nothing other than a pleased smile.

  He smoothed a finger over one of her eyebrows. “You were submissive perfection,” he said.

  The approval magnified the experience for her.

  “The window thing? Do that anytime you want.”

  She grinned.

  “Let me help you up.” He lifted her, and she put her arms around him. “Hold on.”

  “What?”

  He walked toward the stairs.

  “You can’t carry me the whole way,” she protested.

  “According to whom?”

  She held on tighter as he negotiated the metal staircase. “You are at least half crazy.”

  “At least,” he agreed easily.

  He deposited her on the floor near the bed. “Join me in the shower?”

  Even though she’d already taken one, it sounded refreshing.

  He led the way and turned on the faucet to adjust the water. “Tell me if the temperature is okay.”

  She stuck her hand in. “It’s fine.” Then she entered the stall.

  When he joined her, the space suddenly seemed too small. Though it had appeared big enough for both of them, Cade wasn’t an average-sized man. She couldn’t move without bumping into him.

  He took down the showerhead and wet her before putting it back and reaching for the bar of soap. “Shouldn’t I be doing that for you?” she asked.

  “You can. When I’m done.”

  “I think I’m confused about submission then. What about the acts of service?”

  “I consider this aftercare. And there’s no rule that says a Dom can’t care for his sub.”

  That word again.

  He put down the bar before he covered her in white lather.

  She closed her eyes.

  When he circled her nipples, she winced.

  “Tender?”

  “Very.”

  “That’s the way a sub always should be. Aware that her Dom has used her.”

  How did he do that? Unravel her with a single comment?

  “Turn around.”

  He traced over the marks on her buttocks. She squirmed, trying to get away, but the shower unit wasn’t big enough for that.

  “Now spread your legs.”

  She sighed. “Will it do any good to argue?”

  “Want to sleep with a butt plug in your ass?

  She spread her legs.

  “We need to talk about bratting,” he said. “Later.”

  “I’m not sure I like the sound of that.”

  “Quite sure you won’t,” he agreed.

  But she did like the way he cared for her, washing and rinsing her thoroughly.

  “You’ve got a very sexy body, Sofia.”

  “I might start believing you.”

  When he was finished, she asked, “May I?”

  This wasn’t an act of service, she realized when he turned his back to her. It was pure, unadulterated pleasure. She loved touching his skin, feeling the hard planes of his body, his taut muscles.

  She took her time, and when he faced her again, his cock was at least semi-hard. Sofia was satiated and sore, but she still ached for his possession.

  “You can use a bit more pressure on my testicles,” he said.

  She frowned up at him. “I thought they were fragile.”

  “Even after what I did to you in the turret?”

  She took his balls in hand and used a firmer grip.

  “That’s enough,” he warned.

  She stroked his shaft with the lather, pressing her thumb pad to the underneath as she moved up.

  By the time she was finished, he was fully erect.

  “You could be in danger during
the night,” he warned.

  Which meant he expected her to sleep in his bed. She’d hated to assume, since he had said he had a number of bedrooms. “I’ll take a chance.”

  He caught her hand. “One of many,” he informed her.

  She met his eyes, and in them she read something dark and determined.

  Chapter Eight

  Cade steepled his index fingers and stared out of the window of his study. Tonight, condensation from the rain and humidity ran down the panes of glass, distorting his view.

  Three a.m. was a familiar time of day, one he both loved and despised.

  The silence soothed. And because it was so dark, all the millions of things he needed to do could wait. Had to wait.

  It was too late for alcohol. Too early for coffee.

  Insomnia was a demon, one he danced with all too God damn often. Tonight he hadn’t expected to. Sceneing with Sofia, being with her, should have soothed him and allowed him to sleep the peace of the worthy. She couldn’t have been more willing or enthusiastic.

  He’d anticipated she’d say yellow at some point. Hell, he’d even encouraged her to do so. But she’d gamely done everything he’d asked of her, and the stunt in the window? Beyond anything he might have imagined. At first he had thought he was looking at a shadow. It had taken several seconds to realize a beautiful woman was standing there, someone all but a virgin, unfamiliar with his lifestyle, filled with only the potent desire to please.

  And please him she had.

  Again and again.

  Which left a jagged tear in his conscience.

  He knew better than to play with a neophyte. He liked subs already in the lifestyle who had no expectations. Since he’d introduced her to his version of kink, he had a responsibility to ensure she was okay.

  After their shower, he’d offered her a shirt from his closet. It had drowned her, reminding him of how small and vulnerable she was.

  In a way that was out of character for him, he’d climbed into bed and pulled her against him, cradling her, stroking her hair until she yawned sleepily. She’d turned onto her side, and she’d fallen asleep with her hand on his bare thigh.

  He’d liked it. Too damn much. It had felt as natural to him to protect her.

  She was lightness to his dark. He didn’t deserve someone like her. Hell, he’d heard her cooing and seen her smiling when she’d been on the phone. She needed laughter, family, her friends.