by Tawny Taylor
“I’m okay.” She took a few slow breaths.
“Come, sit down.” He motioned toward the love seat.
“No.”
His jaw practically dropped to the floor. If he thought that little bit of rebellion was a surprise, he had no idea what was about to hit him. If things hadn’t been so life-or-death, Rin might have actually enjoyed this more, watching his reaction as she exorcised an independent streak he didn’t realize she had.
Clearly insisting on making her sit, he walked to her, placed one hand at the small of her back, and tried to give her a little nudge.
“Drako, I’m not here to be your submissive.”
“You’re not? Then who were you planning on scening with?”
“You.”
He looked like she’d just spoken to him in Swahili. “Huh?”
She strolled across the room, set her bag down on the table, unzipped it, pulled out the single tail whip, and flicking her wrist, sent the tail sailing through the air. It snapped a couple of feet from him, at about chest level.
She was relieved to see those many hours of practice had paid off.
Drako’s face went white.
Remember, show no weakness, no doubt, no fear. If he’s going to trust you, you have to show him you’re trustworthy. His life depends upon it.
Was this his wife, wielding that whip like a professional domme? Couldn’t be. No fucking way.
He was so stunned, speechless, he didn’t know how to react, what to do next. For one thing, his heart was telling him that the stranger standing in the room with him was Rin, the woman he’d come to know and care for. But his eyes . . . what he saw just wasn’t jibing with what he felt.
For another, he was as far from a submissive man as a guy could be. He was the oldest of three, comfortable taking responsibility, acting in the name of duty, and taking control of a situation. He not only didn’t want to put himself in the role of submissive but was almost afraid to.
He knew how vulnerable a submissive was to his or her dom. There was no way he could take that risk. But what would happen if he downright refused? Would she go find a willing submissive?
Maybe that would be best.
“Haven’t you ever switched roles, Drako?” Rin looked extremely confident as she sauntered closer. Sexier than hell. The fact that his cock was hard enough to bust through concrete surprised him. Normally an aggressive woman made his libido take a nose dive. She trailed a manicured fingernail over his shoulder as she stepped around his side. “Are you afraid to let any woman take control or only me?”
“I’m not a sub.”
“That doesn’t mean you haven’t stepped into the role. Don’t a lot of doms try it? To learn to appreciate a submissive’s perspective, needs, feelings?” She stopped directly in front of him. She was tiny, delicate. Maybe that was why he’d always found himself wanting to protect her, take care of her. But at this point, her size didn’t seem to matter so much. She possessed a tangible strength, an energy he couldn’t ignore. This new confidence and power made his feelings for her change, but not in the way he would have expected.
He wrapped his fingers around her slender wrist, felt the quick pace of her pulse beating beneath her skin. She was either excited or nervous, or both. Was it all an act? “Do you really think you know how to use this?” He twisted his hand, forcing hers to turn over, palm up. He laid his other hand over her fingers, curled around the handle of the whip, expecting them to open, releasing the toy to his care.
Instead, she jerked her hand away. She pointed at a painting hanging on the far wall. “See the pearl earring on the woman in the portrait?” Before he responded, she sent the tail whirring through the air. It struck the painting exactly where she’d indicated. “I haven’t been at this long, but I had a good teacher and I’m a quick study.”
He couldn’t deny that. Nor could he deny the waves of heat blazing through his body. “Impressive. But I’m not your boy. I’m not going to get on my knees. Not for you. Not for anyone.”
“Let me make something clear.” She focused those almond-shaped eyes on his. “I don’t want a boy. I want a man. I want you.” She hooked her arm around his neck and pressed her body to his. And his cock grew impossibly harder.
She tipped her chin up, offering her plump lips, and there was no way he would refuse them. But just as his mouth met hers, she shoved him back.
Holy shit, did he want her badly. Who was this woman? She was playing him and he was fucking loving it.
Her smile was pure seduction. “You’re going to earn a kiss from me.”
Maybe he could play along a little, make her think she was getting what she wanted. Sure, that could work. He drew his hands behind his back and wove his fingers together, damp palms pressed tightly. “Okay. How can I earn a kiss?”
Her lips, the ones he’d been about to taste, and would taste again soon, curled into an enchanting smile. “Good choice.” She circled him, her skirt ruffling away from her legs as she walked. Her shoes did everything for her legs that they should do. As soon as he had control over this situation, those long, shapely legs would be wrapped around his waist, his cock driving into her tight little pussy.
“Undress. Take off everything,” she commanded.
That was a good start. He let her suffer a little as he stripped off his clothes, making sure to move in ways that showcased his body to its fullest. Arms, chest, shoulders. Those were her favorite parts of his body, he’d figured that out long ago. So those were the parts he made her wait to see. And when he did finally reveal them, he pumped his muscles so they were tight, defined. He was rewarded with plenty of heated looks, but she said nothing. Her nostrils flared slightly as she moved closer. And he could see her pupils were dilated, the irises almost completely overtaken by them. A sheen of sweat coated her chest, and the air was sweet with the scent of her arousal.
She might be the one holding the whip, but he was the one in control.
He decided to test her by sliding a hand over her hip and stepping closer. She didn’t stop him. Not when his hand glided around to the small of her back, or when he dragged her against him. But when he bent his head to take the kiss he believed he had earned, she gave his ass a sharp smack and twisted out of his hold.
“I didn’t tell you to kiss me yet.” Her chest was rising and falling quickly, her breathing visibly fast. She wanted him. Yet she was still insisting on playing this game, denying herself, denying him. She pointed at the kneeler. “There.”
He could be patient a little longer. He nodded. “Sure.” Without being told, he knelt down and bent over the upper support. His ass was still tingling a little where she’d smacked him. It wouldn’t bother him if she did it again.
She buckled leather cuffs around his wrists, securing them down by the floor. He couldn’t stand up now. Couldn’t use his hands. Not a big deal, but it wasn’t the most comfortable situation he’d ever been in either. “How’s that?” She stooped down to look at his face.
“Fine.”
“Green light?” she asked, her eyes searching his.
“Green light.” He tested the restraints with a little tug.
“Not used to being powerless, are you, Drako?”
“Nope.”
“Are you uncomfortable?” Her tongue swept cross her plump lower lip.
He shook his head. “Not at all.”
She checked the snugness of each cuff. “Do you trust me?”
“You seem to be able to handle that whip okay.”
“Thank you.” She dragged the whip’s tail across his back. “My sister’s an excellent teacher.” She cupped his chin, brushed her lips across his, and with her mouth barely touching his, murmured, “Don’t worry. I know my own limitations. Now, tell me yours.”
“I can handle pain.”
She nipped his lower lip. “I have a feeling that would be the easiest part of submitting for you.” She had him pegged. “Losing control. That’s where you struggle, isn’t it?”
“Maybe.” He didn’t like where this was going.
She trailed little soft kisses along his jaw. Each one seemed to light a little spark in his blood. “I bet you’re so good at controlling people, situations, you’ve never lost a power struggle. I bet you’ve been tied up, bound, gagged, and still been able to somehow dictate what happened.”
Damn, she knew him too well.
She stood, circled him, the whip’s leather tail skimming across his lower back as she walked. “The few times you’ve ‘submitted’ to someone, it’s been an illusion, hasn’t it? You’ve always had the power because you’ve always picked partners who were willing to hand it to you. I’m not going to.” She kicked his knees apart.
He felt a cuff wrapping around one ankle, then the other. Now, he couldn’t stand either. He wasn’t completely immobilized, but damn well close enough.
With eyes and ears, he tracked her movement as she went to her bag to gather some toys. After setting an array of toys on a table, within his sight—including a prostate massager—she dragged up a chair and sat facing him. “Have you ever had a woman tell you when to come?”
“No.” A drip of sweat fell from his forehead, striking the floor beneath him with a soft pat.
“I didn’t think so.” She bent down and lifted her skirt, dragging it up her thigh, over her hip. She shifted her weight forward and pulled the material out from under her buttocks and parted her legs.
Her pussy was wet, pink temptation. He inhaled deeply, pulling in her scent, deep down into his lungs. His tongue swept over his lips, and he wished he could have one taste, just one.
She fingered herself, parting the damp folds to push one digit into her tight canal. He could almost feel those silken walls gripping his cock. “Do you want to taste me?”
“Shit, yes.” He licked his lips again.
“Do you want to make love to me?”
“Yes.”
“Then you’re going to do what I want. You’re not going to pretend. If you try to control me, I’ll make myself come and you’ll watch, but you won’t touch me. Understand?”
“Yeah.” He felt his fingers curling into fists, his jaw clenching.
She stood and the material cascaded down over her hips. “Is it really so bad, letting me lavish you with some attention for once?”
Yes. “No.”
“Good. Enjoy.” She poured some oil onto her hands and massaged his shoulders, back. The air filled with the soft scents of lavender and vanilla. “Your tattoo is so hot. This is the first time I’ve gotten a good look at it.” His skin tingled as her oil-slicked fingertips walked up and down either side of his spine. When she started kneading a knot down in his lower back, he actually moaned. “Yes, that’s nice, isn’t it?”
“Yeahhhh.”
She worked lower, strong fingers pressing into muscles wound tight.
Damn, that felt good. He’d forgotten about her stint at the massage parlor. Clearly she’d learned a thing or two there. Perhaps this was the Rin she was in that setting. Maybe she’d had to be more aggressive there?
Her hands slid down over the curve of his ass, and he tensed up again, remembering she had a prostate massager. He’d never taken anything in his anus, though he’d taught plenty of subs to take toys in their asses. He knew, having scened with men before, what a prostate massager could do to a guy. Make him come in a heartbeat, hard, fast, and against his will. The thought of losing control to that degree . . .
Her fingers slid between his ass cheeks, explored deeper until a fingertip was stroking his anus. Just like a new sub, he tightened up.
“Have you ever used an anal toy?”
“No.”
“Okay.” Her voice quavered ever so slightly, enough to let him know she wasn’t as confident with exploring anal play as she was targeting that single-tailed whip.
“If you’re unsure—”
“Don’t,” she interrupted. “I told you, don’t try to control me. You won’t like the consequences.” She returned to her seat, pulled her skirt up, and slid her bottom to the edge of the chair. Next, she grabbed a vibrator off the table, squirted some lube into her palm, and smoothed it on the toy. Her gaze locked to his. “Look at me.” He watched, mouth dry, heartbeat pounding in his ears, as she parted her pussy lips and pushed the toy inside.
That shouldn’t be a piece of plastic, gliding in and out of that tight sheath. It should be his cock. It was his right, as her husband, a fact that made this situation all the more frustrating. He bit back a rant of frustration, knowing she was more than cruel enough to mete out some serious punishment if she wanted.
Was it one minute, two, or a lifetime, she tormented him by fucking herself with that damn vibrator? He completely lost track of time. It was meaningless to him. She plunged it in and out, in and out, over and over, filling the room with the sweet sounds of her breaths and tiny moans. To torment him more, she dragged her chair closer and fucked her pussy harder, faster, until her face was flushed, her lips parted slightly, a sheen of sweat glistening over her forehead, cheeks, and chest.
Just when he was sure she was about to come, she stopped; set the vibrator, still wet with her juices, on the table, and smiled at him.
“Next time, I won’t stop,” she vowed.
He had no reason to doubt her.
19
She had him where she wanted. She could sense his change. It felt like a shifting energy field, an almost-imperceptible sensation. He would submit now. He��d surrendered. She’d gained his respect. And his trust. The hardest part was over.
Now, the fun began.
Feeling more confident, not having to play a role anymore, she walked around him, admiring his beautiful body. So much power lay in those thick arms and legs, strength in the muscle and sinew and bone that formed his body. And it was all under her control now.
She squirted some lube onto her fingertips and caressed his balls, firm and snugged up tightly to his body. She let herself indulge in a couple of strokes up and down his cock, enjoying the way he shuddered at her touch. And finally, sensing he was ready, she touched his anus again. Unlike the first time, her fingertip slipped past the ring of muscle easily. To reward him, she gave his cock a couple more strokes with her other hand, moving the two together, finger in his ass, hand tightly gripping his penis.
He probably had some idea of what she was planning for him. If he did, he wasn’t anxious. His breathing was fast and shallow, his body tight, skin warm, but that wasn’t from fear. She could tell by the way he groaned and whispered her name.
The air smelled so good, of man and sex, that she wanted to gulp in great big lungfuls and hold it in until her head started spinning.
Convinced he was ready for the toy, she lubed it up like Lei had shown her and, after helping prepare his anus with a couple of fingers, eased it into place. She was so happy and relieved when it went in easily and he seemed to enjoy it.
“How’s that?”
“Good.”
Holding the end of the toy, she played with his cock and balls with her free hand, appreciating every shiver, every sigh, every moan. This experience was so unlike any she’d shared with him, or any man for that matter. She was clear-headed, concentrated fully on his pleasure, not her own. It made it so much easier to read the nuances of his reaction as she touched him all over, whispered dirty words into his ear, and licked and nibbled her way up and down his body. Goose bumps coated his arms. His skin grew warm under her touches. A deep ruby flush stained his chest, neck, and cheeks.
It was time.
“Come, Drako. Come now.”
“No,” he whispered. “Not until you have your pleasure first.”
She turned the toy on, setting the vibrate on low, and watched in fevered awe as Drako’s muscles pulled into taut, thick ropes. “I said, come,” she whispered. He trembled, fought the restraints binding his arms and legs, jerking against them and cussing. But he didn’t say “Red.” His cock jerked. He howled, tossing his head back, and,
still struggling against the bindings, came.
She’d never seen anything so chilling and yet so beautiful.
“Dammit!” he shouted.
“What’s wrong? Didn’t you like it?” She shut off the vibrator and walked around him, squatting so she could see his face.
“No.”
“No?” She took his still-semierect penis in her hand and gave it a slow swipe. It jerked in her palm. A droplet of cum seeped from the tip.
“I mean, yes, and no. I’m not used to this, to an orgasm hitting me from nowhere.”
“You mean you’re not used to having someone or something else make you come.” She ran her flattened hands up his arms and over his shoulders. His muscles rippled beneath the golden skin. She traced the outline of his tattoo, the griffon that stretched from one side of his upper back to the other. “You’re such a beautiful man. I like this, taking my time with you, dictating what you feel and when.”
“But wouldn’t you rather have me touching, kissing, stroking every inch of your body?”
“No. Not yet.”
“Sure you would.” He twisted an arm, trying to free it from the cuff. “Let me loose, and I’ll show you how good I can make you feel.”
“No, thanks.”
He gave a little dissatisfied grunt.
“This is just the beginning,” she promised, knowing he’d need to come at least a couple more times before he’d be tamed. But he’d need some time to recover. At least a couple of minutes.
She’d give him a little encouragement to keep playing.
Straightening up, she removed her dress, which left her nude except her shoes. She returned to the chair, positioned directly in front of him, parted her legs, and found a vibrator that looked like fun. This one had a second little part that would stimulate her anus, as well as a collar of rotating beads.
She placed the tip on her clit and turned it on. After about two seconds, she decided that wasn’t such a good thing. The stimulation was too direct, sending her hurtling toward orgasm too quickly. She inserted the toy and shuddered as a wave of sensual heat rippled through her body.