by Dakota Trace
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Davis wanted to hit something. His plan with Lauren to throw their contrary friends together had panned out beautifully. Especially after Ethan had done his ‘temporary Dom’ thing and released Sheila. He hadn’t been sure at first when Lauren had told him she knew the perfect sub to change Ethan’s mind about having a permanent submissive. One who would compliment his partner not only on his desire for bondage, but also on a personal level. After meeting Sabella, he couldn’t have agreed more. Not that he hadn’t been pissed when he’d found out Lauren had used the ruse of a date to get him to meet her friend. There was no falsehood in his desire for her. He was just going to have to wait a bit longer until his trap was in place. Once it was, however - Lauren’s days of running were over.
But at the moment, he had to figure out how to fix the situation Ethan had managed to land himself in. He couldn’t believe his partner had been foolish enough to allow the curvaceous Sabella to place stipulations on their time together. As a Dom, he’d never have allowed Lauren to do that, but then again he was a dominating ass when he wanted something. At times he just didn’t understand his friend of twenty years.
Moving out of the practice room, he headed towards his wing of the house he shared with Ethan. Not only did he need to get himself ready for the night’s entertainment, he needed to call Lauren. She would be able to talk some sense into her friend, or at least figure out why the girl had put such limitations on Ethan. He hadn’t lied when he’d told Ethan he could see the sparks flying between him and Sabella. All one had to do was see the two of them together to know how perfect they would be for each other.
Entering his bedroom, he grabbed his cell, dialing a number he knew by heart. “Lauren. We gotta talk.”
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Standing under the cold pounding spray, Ethan willed his erection to subside but the damned thing refused. No matter how cold he’d adjusted the water, his damn cock refused to soften. Even during his days as hormonal teen, his dick hadn’t been this rampant. He didn’t know if it was because of his lack of a true nawa jujun since his wife’s death, or something specific to Sabella, but his body hungered in a way he wasn’t sure how to cope with. Mediation hadn’t worked nor had his hour of running through Katas. Obviously cold showers aren’t going to work either. He wanted to roar in frustration, but more than that, he wanted Sabella here with him. On her knees in the shower taking care of the erection she’d caused…
Her wet hair slicked back as she knelt before him, a question in her eyes.
“If you want it, you’re going to have to ask for it, Sabella.”
Her pink lips parted as she inched closer, her hand tentative as it rested on his hair-dusted thigh. He moved back, breaking the contact. He had a feeling his little sub would take rather than ask when she wanted something. Not intentionally of course, but when she was aroused like now, she was greedy and wanted what she wanted now.
“I’m waiting.” His order had her gaze snapping up to his face.
“Please, Sir…I…may…I suck your cock?” Her face was flushed.
“Of course.” He groaned, his head tipping back as her tongue teased the head of his cock…
Bracing his arms against the shower wall, he tried to fight off the fantasy, not wanting to give into the lust, to give up his control…
“Is this good, Sir?” Her lashes were matted as she gazed up at him, one hand wrapped around him, slowly stroking. “I want to please you.”
He threaded his fingers through her hair, urging her closer. “Suck, little one.”
She moaned happily and took him deep inside her mouth. He hissed as pleasure dug its razor sharp talons into him. He’d never felt such a curious tongue in his life. While she sucked, her tongue was never still. It rubbed against the sensitive underside of him, before darting back up to lap at the tip when her head lifted. Then it would lap at the base of him on her downward strokes. She was slowly driving him insane.
“Sabella…” He gasped her name as her fingers lovingly cupped his sack, gently kneading the orbs until he was ready to blow…
Hissing, Ethan gave in. After twisting the hot tap on, he grabbed his body wash, soaped up his hand and grasped his cock. Forbidden pleasure, by his own rules, coursed through him. But even as he broke his own code, he forced his will upon his body, squeezing his base to keep from spilling immediately. Slowly…he was going to make the pleasure last, even if it killed him…
“…Enough!” He pulled her head back, before jerking her upright. “We will finish this my way, not yours.”
“Yes, Sir.” Her eyes were downcast as her hands returned to their familiar position behind her back. “Do with me as you will.”
“Bend over and show me what’s mine. I want to see your sweet little pussy.”
She quickly turned around, giving him her back. Keeping her arms clasped behind her, she gracefully bent at the waist, maintaining her balance in a way most women would envy. Tracing the globes of her bottom with his fingers, he ran them down her crack to delve into the moist folds below. Desire built in him as her body welcomed his intrusion with a gush of moisture. Pulling one finger free before bringing his hand to his mouth, he sucked off her slightly tart cream. His cock began weeping, as was his wont when he became over-excited. Returning his fingers to her folds, he rubbed his thumb over her clit, loving the ardent cries ringing through the steamy enclosure.
“Don’t come yet, Sabella. You’re always in rush. I promised I’d teach you patience, and this is but the first lesson.”
“Please…Sir.” She swayed back towards him.
Cupping his free hand around her hip, he halted her movement. “Be still. Relax. We’ll get there.” Removing his fingers, he guided her into an upright position, her back to his chest. Urging her to lift her arms, he guided them into place around his neck. “Feel us connect, Sabella.” As she gave over to him, he allowed his own hands to drift down to cup her breasts. Teasing her nipples, he listened to her soft inhale as they beaded under his thumbs.
“Please, give me more, Sir.” The slight wiggle of her hips against his erection in conjunction with her plea, sent him over the edge…
“Son of a bitch!” Standing on trembling legs, Ethan fought off his orgasm, clamping down harder on his cock. He tried not to give into the fantasy, but after being aroused for so long his body no longer obeyed. He needed relief and the moment he loosened his grip his cock exploded, sending several spurts of seed against the tiles. Moaning harshly, he stroked, helping his body finish. When the last wave of pleasure finally abated, he slumped forward, holding himself upright with one arm against the wall.
“Damn.” Resting his forehead on his arm, he let the warm water wash over him. While his cock no longer ached with desire, he’d found his release to be hollow. Yes the fantasy had been erotic enough to send him over the edge, but it hadn’t satisfied his need for a connection. Alone, release was just that, a temporary sating of his body’s needs. “Soon, Sabella.” He sent a prayer heavenwards that she’d give into the need he’d felt earlier and come to him. Otherwise it was going to be a really long stretch as he trained her for the Kinkfest, because even though he’d broken his ‘no masturbation rule’, there was no way he could break his ‘one at a time’ rule and live with himself.
Chapter Ten
“Over here!”
Sabella scanned the crowd, attempting to locate Lauren. Once again they’d agreed to meet at Bistro Sabor, after Sabella had been assured it would be just her and Lauren with no unexpected guests. Finally spotting her, Sabella waded through the crush. Of course on a Saturday afternoon the little restaurant would be busy, but it didn’t deter Sabella. She needed someone to talk to before she exploded, and preferably someone in the scene who might give her a fresh perspective on how to deal with Ethan.
Sliding into the booth, Sabella tossed her handbag on the seat next to her and accepted the menu the waitress offered. As the woman left, she finally glanced at Lauren and blurted out the first t
hing that came to mind. “Lauren, we gotta talk.”
“Funny, this isn’t the first time I’ve heard that in the past twenty-four hours.” Lauren sipped her iced tea. “So tell me what has your panties in such a twist?”
Twisting the napkin in her hand, she sighed. “Men.”
Nodding sagely, Lauren agreed. “Okay which man pissed you off this time, your dad, Kaleb, or Ethan?”
Sabella gave an exasperated laugh. “Well, Dad is a given. He won’t listen to me or what his doctors say. I’m seriously afraid I’m going to come home one night and find him dead. Last night I caught him with beer again. He knows he can’t have it, but still insists on drinking it.”
Lauren placed her hand over Sabella’s. “I know it’s frustrating, Bella-mía. He’s set in his ways, but he’ll eventually come around.” Lauren gave her fingers a squeeze. “Remember how he threw a fit about you going out with Tommy Laski to our Junior Prom?”
Sabella sighed. “Yeah, he eventually came around. It wasn’t until the day before but he let me go.”
The waitress interrupted them to set down their drinks and take their orders. Once she left, Lauren picked up their conversation.
“Well it’s just like that but instead of you growing up, it’s been reversed. Instead of him telling you what to do, you’re now the one doing the telling. I firmly believe your Dad’s attitude has to do with the fact he has no control over his life. For the past three to four months you’ve done nothing but ride him about how to eat, when to exercise, and even about going to the doctors. He’s trying to take back some decision making.”
And when letting him ends up with him in hypoglycemic shock or even worse – dead...I’m supposed to say, oh well, at least he made the choice to die? Sabella opened her mouth to protest, but Lauren cut her off.
“I know, you want him around long enough to see his grandbabies, girl, if you ever should be lucky enough to have them. But in reality it’s no different than what your dad did before our Junior Prom. The need to protect is instilled in you just as much as your love of family.” Lauren let go of her hand. “And if your dad had truly wanted to spite you, he’d have gone on a three-day bender. Instead you found, what a single light beer in the fridge? A light beer he’d planned on enjoying during the football game?”
She nodded grudgingly. “Yeah.”
“Now I’m sure the doctor assured you alcohol isn’t good for diabetics, but a beer now and again won’t kill him. I know you don’t want to hear it, but you need to loosen the reins a bit and let him breathe. I promise nothing bad will happen if you do.”
Shame suddenly filled her. Had she really been that bad? Had she turned into a nag when all she wanted was to make sure her father was healthy and around for a good many more years? Rubbing her fingers over the icy surface of the glass, she finally faced the fact she may have been more on edge when she’d returned home from her training session with Ethan than she’d realized. Lauren was right. She needed to loosen the reins or she’d end up driving her father away. “Fine, I’m paranoid.” She lifted her head. “I’m just scared I’m going to lose him for good next time.”
Lauren sighed. “He’s too stubborn to leave you before seeing you settled down.” She took a sip of her drink. “Speaking of which, what on Earth did you do to our normally rational and orderly Dom?”
Sabella drew a blank. She didn’t have a clue what her friend was talking about. “Excuse me? What exactly are you talking about?”
“Ethan. I saw him at the Subbie night last night.” Lauren winked at her. “Dear Lord, I’ve never seen him so tense in the entire time I’ve been a member of New Beginnings.”
Surprise broadsided her. “What are you talking about?” He’d seemed in control when he’d left me, despite the erection tenting his pants.
“There was an incident with a new Dom who’d just recently purchased a membership. I would’ve tried him myself, but what he wanted was way beyond my limits.”
“Really? You actually found a Dom who was too kinky for you?” Sabella found it hard to believe. Her friend had dabbled in everything from knife play to electrical play and seemed to have found enjoyment in all of them.
Lauren shrugged her shoulders. “Well when the guy brings out a barb tipped, single tail whip and wants to whip more than just my ass with it. Not to mention he wanted to defecate on me.” She shuddered. “I don’t do excrement, no matter how sexy I think the Dom might be. A total turn off.”
Sabella wrinkled her nose as she stirred the ice in her water with her straw. “Ew…gross….So did this guy find a willing submissive?”
“Yeah, a pretty little Latina submissive who wasn’t exactly new to the scene, but in the end had no idea what shit she was getting into - literally.”
Horrified humor washed over Sabella. “Oh no…tell me he didn’t…”
Lauren leaned in close. “Yep, he did. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man move as fast as Ethan did. He was none too happy when the Dom ignored the girl’s safeword, and insisted she be his human toilet.”
“Ewww.” Sabella sipped at her drink. “Well I suppose that would put any Dom in a bad mood. The safeword is one part of the scene that’s sacred.”
“Too true. But he was…edgy before the incident.” Lauren lifted her brow in a theatrical way. “In fact a little birdie told me someone got a certain Dom all hot and bothered - before leaving him high and dry.” She sipped her drink. “That wouldn’t be you would it, Bella-mía?”
Her face flushed as she remembered her halting request. One where she’d asked to give him the same relief as he’d given her. It had bruised her pride when he’d softly refused, standing on his promise to her. “I…well, not intentionally. When I agreed to be his model, I laid down a few hard limits. I told him there wouldn’t be any intimacy between us that didn’t have to do with the presentation.”
Lauren shifted in her seat and groaned. “Don’t tell me you gave one of the owners of New Beginnings an ultimatum? I thought I taught you better. A Dom wants a submissive who teases but ultimately delivers.”
Sabella played with the napkin wrapped silverware, rolling them across the surface of the table. “It wasn’t exactly an ultimatum, girl. Every submissive has their limits and for the short period I’m helping…Ethan, I’d be stupid not to make sure he’s aware of them.”
“There’s a difference between telling him you don’t do asphyxiation or golden showers, and setting a stipulation that punishes both of you.”
Sabella opened her mouth to protest, but Lauren held up a hand. “Don’t give me that bullshit you’re not. I know you.” She leaned forward on her elbows. “By putting these limits on your time together, you’re not only protecting yourself, but also allowing yourself some pleasure without the risk.”
Sighing, Sabella finally abandoned the silverware. “You know, you sure know how to kick a girl right in the teeth. It’s not a crime if I want to keep from making the same mistake with Ethan that I did with Louis.” She swallowed hard. “It was just like this when it started out. Everything was new and exciting. I thought I’d found the Dom for me, and look at how it turned out.” Shaking her head, she tried to deny herself. “I can’t do this again. I can’t give everything and then have it fall apart on me later.”
Understanding dawned in Lauren’s eyes. “You’re scared you’re going to fall for the wrong man again.”
Sabella shrugged her shoulders. “It’s happened before.”
A sympathetic look crossed Lauren’s face. “I understand. But tell me, is Ethan anything like the last creep?”
“Honestly?” She paused as the waitress set down their food. After she left, Sabella met Lauren’s gaze.
“Of course - honestly.”
“I don’t know Ethan well enough to know if he’s different than Louis. My gut screams he is. But I don’t know if I can trust what it’s telling me.”
“Then tell me what you can trust about Ethan. Surely in your role as his submissive, you’re beginning to t
rust him.”
She nodded, thinking of Ethan’s refusal to do more than touch her for the actual rope bondage. While she’d found each brush of his fingers arousing, he hadn’t touched her anywhere intimate until at the very end when he’d cupped her breasts. Even the memory of his warmth encasing her breasts hadn’t been remotely sexual on her part. “He keeps his word.” She grimaced. “He has no problem keeping it either. It’s as if he has total control over every aspect of not only me, but himself as well.”
Lauren looked skeptical but finally gave a small shake of her head. “That’s the impression he gives everyone, but somehow I don’t think he’s as in control as you think he is, Bella-mía. It’s going to take a special submissive to push past his reserve, especially after what his wife did to him.”
Dread warred with shame. Had she actually been lusting after a married man? She’d done more than a few things in her life as a submissive she wasn’t necessarily proud of, but she’d never moved into another woman’s territory. A low hiss passed her lips. “Please tell me you didn’t set me up with a married man, Lauren Haskell.”
“Hell, no…Ethan’s wife…” Her voice trailed off and her face flushed.
“My wife is dead.”
The sound of the slightly accented voice of the man who’d dominated not only her thoughts but her vivid dreams startled Sabella. Glancing over her shoulder, she was surprised to see Ethan standing next to their table. Wearing a lightweight sweater, pleated trousers and a pea overcoat, he was immaculately dressed. But all that ran through her mind was where had he come from, and why did he look so darn good to her?
“Master Ethan, I was just…” Lauren stumbled over her words.
“Telling your friend about my wife.” He moved closer, his emerald gaze locking with Sabella’s. “May I sit?”
“Of course, Sir.” The soft term of respect slipped out without her permission, but other than a quickly stifled flare of his nostrils, he seemed unfazed by her response. Sliding over in the booth, she made room for his slender body. As he settled into place next to her, she tried to ignore not only the warmth radiating from him, but the oh so familiar scent of incense clinging to him. It was as if he’d been in his training room recently. Envy tried to worm its way into her heart but she forced it aside. He’d promised her while he was training her it would be only her. Despite their short acquaintance, she didn’t think he’d lie to her about that considering it hadn’t been one of her stipulations. Since they weren’t sleeping together, she had no right to impose such a stipulation upon a man as virile as Ethan Tremaine. Besides, if he wasn’t getting satisfaction from her, he had every right to find it elsewhere.