Entertaining Distraction: Doms of The Covenant Book Two

by Samantha Cole

  Another crack sounded, followed by Kristen’s shrieked, “Eleven!” A choked sob escaped her as tears rolled down her face. Devon stroked her back as he leaned down close to her head and spoke softly to her. After several nods of her head, and words that no one but her Dom could hear over the club’s music, he retook his position behind the bench and swatted her ass again. “Twelve!”

  Charlotte glanced down and frowned. Mike’s gaze was on the scene, but he didn’t appear focused on it—his mind was somewhere else. She’d been walking around with a crop in her hand, mainly because it went with her sadistic, dominant persona, and she touched the tip of it to the underside of her sub’s chin and lifted. His gaze rose to hers, and her heart clenched when she saw the anxiety in his eyes despite the smile he gave her. Damn it. Kristen wasn’t the only one hiding things from her Dom. It was time for Charlotte to find out what was bothering Mike. Checking the small watch she had clipped to a belt loop on her black, leather pencil skirt, she saw their room should be ready. She held out her hand, and Mike took it and got to his feet. Without a word, he followed her to the playrooms.

  * * *

  With every step he took bringing him closer to the playrooms, Mike’s anxiety grew. In three days, the contract he and Charlotte had signed would be up, and not once had she mentioned renewing it. If she didn’t want to sign a new contract, Mike didn’t know what he was going to do. He’d fallen head over heels for his pretty Domme, but doubted she felt the same. Yeah, they’d spent a lot of time together the past few weeks, but any time the question about their future was on the tip of his tongue, he’d swallowed it. Never had he felt the loss of a woman deep in his soul, however, that’s what he felt now, and he hadn’t exactly lost Charlotte yet—but he would in three days. That is, unless he manned up and told her how he felt while praying she didn’t shoot him down. Nick had told him the Domme rarely “dated” a sub, so maybe Mike had that in his favor. And they were definitely dating. Play was not the only thing on the agenda when they got together, and snuggling together on the couch, watching TV, and pigging out on ice cream had quickly become one of his favorite things to do with her.

  After they entered their assigned playroom, Charlotte closed the door behind them and the volume of the club music dropped dramatically. Mike glanced around and figured out this room’s theme was a classroom—well, if classrooms had beds in them, of course. With Charlotte’s tight, leather skirt, sheer, button-down, white shirt over a lacy, black bra, high-heeled shoes, and hair up in a bun, she was the quintessential teacher or professor. Damn, she was so freaking sexy—on the outside and inside.

  “Strip, then stand and present at the foot of the bed, Michael, while I get a few things ready.”

  Her tone was cool and had Mike’s gut roiling. He cleared his throat. “Um . . . permission to speak, Mistress Charlotte?”

  Standing in front of several cabinets, she glanced over her shoulder at him, her eyes narrowed. “Permission denied. I gave you an order, subbie.”

  His heart sank. Well, if he only had three days left on their contract, he was going to store up as many memories as he could to get him through the lonely nights that were ahead of him. “Yes, Ma’am.”

  Removing his jeans—he’d gone commando per her orders—he folded them neatly before placing them on a nearby chair. Stepping over to the bed with its clean sheets, he faced away from it, put his feet shoulder-width apart, clasped his forearms behind his back, bowed his head, and waited.

  Charlotte opened and closed several cabinet doors and drawers, retrieving several items, before moving about the room—all in complete silence. Finally, she stopped in front of him. “Lie down on the bed, Michael. Arms and legs spread out to the four corners.”

  After he complied with her order, she went to each corner of the bed and attached leather restraints to his wrists and ankles. This wasn’t the first time she’d done this to him, so he was positive his anxiety didn’t have anything to do with the fact he was at her utter mercy. He swallowed hard as she ensured each cuff wasn’t cutting off the blood flow to his hands or feet. “Bend your knees and place your feet flat on the bed, Michael.”

  When he followed her command, she nodded then turned to retrieve several items she’d left on the countertop. Moving back to the side of the bed, she showed him what was in her hands.

  Oh, shit. While he’d never used one before, he immediately recognized the anal plug she held. And from the looks of it, the thing vibrated. She also had a blindfold, a bottle of lube, nipple clamps, and a cock ring. The toys were on his yellow list after she’d explained the night they’d negotiated their contract how they would amp up his orgasms during play. “First, I’m going to decorate you, my sub, and then . . . well, I’ll tell you what’s next when I’m done. What’s your safeword?”

  “Red, Mistress.”

  “Very good. If you need me to slow down, but not stop, use the word yellow.”

  “Yes, Ma’am.”

  Setting everything but the blindfold on the bed next to him, Charlotte stretched the elastic of the blindfold and pulled it down over his head, covering his eyes. She ran her hands over his arms, shoulders, chest, thighs, and calves, and he relaxed into her touch. He now knew what Nick had meant when he’d said Jake grounded him during a scene, because that was exactly how Charlotte made Mike feel right now. He was under her spell and didn’t want to be anywhere else.

  Her hands left him, and the bed dipped by his feet as she climbed up between his legs. Mike moistened his suddenly dry lips but remained quiet. He heard her flip open the top to the lube. Several seconds passed before she took hold of his semi-erect cock and placed the cock ring over the tip, sliding it down his shaft to the root.

  “The lube will help me remove it later. It should feel tight but not painful. Give me a color, Michael.”

  “I-I’m green, Mistress.” And also getting extremely hard, the ring tightening around the base of his cock. He’d learned the ring was intended to restrict the blood flow leaving his cock after it was fully erect. The result would make his orgasm more explosive when he was finally allowed to cum.

  Charlotte released him, but he didn’t have to wait long to find out what she’d been planning to do next. Using the tip of the anal plug, she spread the cool lubricant over his anus. His hips bucked, and his sphincter clenched instinctively.

  “Uh-uh, subbie. Relax. You’ve had prostate exams before with your doctor—this is no different. Well, actually, it’s a helluva lot better.”

  “Yes, Ma’am,” he responded through gritted teeth as he forced the tension from his muscles.

  To his relief, she didn’t immediately thrust it into him, instead, slowly working the lube past the tight ring. He bit his bottom lip as he felt her exert a little pressure then release, each time pushing the toy a little further into his hole. As she worked his ass, his cock hardened until he was fully erect. The ring around the base was working—it was snug enough to be just below the point of pain. He felt a drop of pre-cum ooze from his slit. It also didn’t escape Charlotte’s notice because the next thing he knew, she had his dick in her hand and her tongue swiped over the tip. She took advantage of the mind-numbing distraction, and plunged the plug into his ass, before turning it on.

  “Oh, shit!” Whatever he’d thought it would feel like, didn’t come close to the sensations coursing through him. The nerves in his rectum lit up, and he almost shot his load right then and there. In fact, he was sure the only thing preventing it was the cock ring.

  “Clench around the plug, Michael. I can guarantee you won’t like the punishment you’ll receive if you lose it.”

  His jaw was stiff, and he was breathing heavily through his nose as he tried to keep the foreign object inside him. Once again, he willed the muscles in his body to relax. After a moment, he was able to respond to her. “Yes, Mistress.”

  Her hand let go of the plug, leaving the round lip flush against his ass. He felt the bed dip as she crawled up his body and straddled his waist. S
he’d pushed her skirt up high, and the silky skin of her legs tantalized his torso. Flatting her hands, she ran them over his nipples, before plucking them. They peaked under her touch as she rolled them between her fingers. He gulped when one hand left him.

  “Deep breath, Michael. It’s going to hurt a bit, but reach past the pain.”

  “Y-Yes, Ma’am.” In a flash, the rubberized tip of a clamp closed around his nipple. “Oh, fuck! Damn, that hurts!”

  “Breathe, Michael.” She reached back and grabbed his cock, dragging her soft hand up and down his hard flesh.

  The distraction worked. His brain was quickly becoming a pile of mush. When she applied the second clamp, the pain barely registered in his mind. All he could concentrate on was where Charlotte’s skin was touching his, and the pleasure racing through his body, screaming at him to cum.

  Charlotte’s nails scored his sternum. “Now that you’re at my mercy, and properly prepped, I believe you asked for permission to speak, earlier. It is now granted. What’s on that intelligent mind of yours, Michael?”

  “Huh?”

  “You wanted to tell me something and you better make it quick. That cock ring can only stay on for twenty minutes. It’s much easier to remove if you’ve already cum, however, the lube will be enough to help me remove it if you haven’t. I don’t need to tell you which one will be more enjoyable for you.”

  Mike’s mind was swirling. What had he wanted to say to her? It was on the tip of his tongue. “Um . . . I, uh . . . I wanted to know what was going to happen in a few days—when we reach the end of our contract?”

  “Hmm. So that’s what’s been bothering you,” she said as if he’d just solved a great mystery for her. “What do you want to happen, Michael?”

  Her hands ran up and down his arms and torso, occasionally brushing against the clamps, sending erotic shockwaves through his nerves that seemed to go straight to his straining cock. He moaned before taking the plunge and answering her. “I-I want to renew the contract, Mistress, but I want to make some changes.”

  17

  Charlotte let out the breath she’d been holding. Her heart pounded in her chest, but she managed to keep her tone of voice from announcing that. Reaching down, she pulled off his blindfold, and he blinked his eyelids rapidly as he adjusted from going from dark to light. Charlotte brushed her thumb across his lips. “Really? Like what?”

  His gaze met hers as he inhaled deeply and let it out again slowly. “I don’t want an end date, Charlotte . . . Mistress. I want to see where you and I can go from here. I know this was only supposed to be you introducing me to the lifestyle, but somewhere along the line, I . . . I fell in love with you, and I’m scared to death you don’t feel the same.”

  Charlotte’s mouth dropped open. That had been the last thing she’d expected him to say. Going up on her knees, she put her hands on either side of his head, her face mere inches from his. “My sweet, brave sub. Is that what’s been on your mind these last few days?”

  “Yes, Ma’am.”

  Leaning down, she brushed her lips against his in the softest of kisses. “I love you, too, Michael.”

  His breath hitched as his eyes grew wide in disbelief. “Please, say it again, Mistress.”

  The corners of her mouth ticked upward. “I love you, too, Michael. I’d actually been planning on telling you that tonight before I got worried about why you were so quiet. You’re more than just my submissive in the bedroom and my equal outside of it; you’re the love my heart has been searching for—the one I never expected to find at this point in my life. I don’t want an end date on our contract either, but I also don’t want to rush things between us. This is all still new territory for both of us, but I’m willing to see where it leads us. You’ve changed me, Michael. I’d always thought I had to keep the different facets of my life separate from each other, but you’ve shown me how I can merge them together and still stay true to who I am.”

  Reaching over, she undid the strapped restraint from one of his wrists and then the other. Wrapping her fingers around his hands, she brought them to her hips. His fingers curled into her flesh. “You’ve brought happiness to my life, my love. I never thought I’d find someone who would give me the courage to relinquish the control I so desperately need. But you have. While it won’t happen often, I like knowing I’ll be able to every now and then.”

  When his brow narrowed in confusion, she quickly kissed him again, then looked him in the eyes. “Make me lose control, Michael. Make me scream your name.”

  Rising up on her knees, she shifted down on the mattress until she was above his pelvis. Mike grabbed his cock and held it upright for her. She produced a condom she’d tucked into her bra for safekeeping and swiftly put it on him. He groaned as she lowered herself onto him, her slick heat engulfing him. Clutching her waist, he jerked her downward as he thrust up into her. Charlotte gasped as his pelvic bone made contact with her clit. Leaning back, she undid the restraints around his ankles, giving him back his control. The nipple clamps were next. “Deep breath. There’s going to be a flash of pain as the blood rushes back in.”

  He inhaled and then nodded. When she released the clamps together, his hips bucked again, driving him deeper inside her. “Fuck! Damn, that hurts!”

  But it obviously didn’t hurt enough to slow him down. Together, they lifted her up and slammed her back down onto him. The pace Mike set was almost frantic, and Charlotte held on for the ride. He filled her over and over. Charlotte’s climax hit her fast and hard, and she screamed his name as she tumbled into a euphoric fissure where only she, Mike, and their love existed. Her walls rippled around him. He thrust deep within her and, with a roar, stilled as her orgasm triggered his own.

  Gasping for oxygen, Charlotte collapsed on top of Mike, his own heaving lungs causing her to rise and fall with every breathe he took. He wrapped his arms wrapped around her and held her close. Brushing his lips against her temple, his whispered words filled her heart. “I love you, my Mistress.”

  * * *

  Three weeks later . . .

  Charlotte chuckled as Mike glared across the room. As they waited for the bartender to take their order, Charlotte curled into her lover’s side and wrapped her arm around his waist. “I thought you liked the guy.”

  “I did until I realized he was making a move on Mom,” he said, putting his arm around her shoulders, as his mother and Chad Walker, a retired policeman, flirted with each other. Chad. Just the guy’s name had Mike thinking he was a playboy and up to no good, despite a stellar, thirty-year career on the New York City Police Department. He’d retired to Florida ten years ago at the age of sixty-two, and had moved into Twin Ponds after breaking his hip last year while riding a skateboard of all things. Of course, Jake had done a background check on the guy the other day after finding out he had a romantic interest in Emma.

  “I think it’s cute. He’s quite handsome and charming.”

  Mike snorted in disgust before giving the bartender their order. It was Mother’s Day, and the assisted living had thrown a really nice brunch for their residents and any guests they wanted to invite. Mike was impressed with the place, and after settling in a few weeks ago his mother finally declared she loved it. There were plenty of activities scheduled throughout each day of the week to stimulate the residents’ minds and bodies—Tai Chi, word games, arts and crafts, a walking club, a bridge club, trips to the mall or shows, and more. Emma had quickly made friends, and her old neighbor, Linda, stopped by often to visit or take her out to lunch. The only thing Mike didn’t like about the place was Chad.

  Jake wasn’t faring much better in that department, and Nick was taking great pleasure busting both the brothers’ asses over it. At least, they’d gotten good news from Emma’s doctor. Her tests for Alzheimer’s had come back negative. The memory loss and confusion at times had been the result of low sodium levels. He’d put her on a new medication to stabilize it, along with a new prescription for high blood pressure. Even Emma had notice
d the difference in her mental status after a week, declaring she was thinking much more clearly.

  The kitchen in the house Jake and Mike had grown up in was in the process of being renovated by Parker Christiansen’s company. Because of his friendship with the men, Parker had moved the job to the top of his list. As soon as there were no longer any signs of the fire and resulting damage, they were going to list it with a realtor. Mike didn’t think it would take long to get an offer; it was in a great neighborhood, with a nice backyard, and was the perfect size for a young family.

  Taking the cans of soda and bottles of water the bartender had handed them, Charlotte and Mike made their way back across the dining room to where the others had commandeered a table. His mother’s new boyfriend and Nick were talking baseball, while Jake and Emma were chatting with one of the other residents who’d stopped by their table. Mike handed out the drinks then pulled out Charlotte’s chair for her, garnering an approving smile from his mother and her friend.

  When the other woman returned to her table, and Chad excused himself to go to the restroom, Jake took advantage of the fact the small group was just family now and lightly rapped his knuckles on the table. “I have an announcement to make, and you’re the first to know. We’ll be letting Nick’s family know later this afternoon. We’ve chosen a wedding date and location.”