Forever Yours, Sir (Doms of Decadence)

by Laylah Roberts

  He pulled the robe slowly open. Cady held her breath, wondering if he liked what he saw. She knew she was too thin, her ribs were visible, her hip bones jutted out and her breasts were small.

  Would she be enough for him?

  “Damn, you’re beautiful,” he told her. “Sit up.”

  He helped her sit then tugged the robe away, throwing it onto the ground. Gently, he pushed her onto her back, running his gaze over every inch of her. Cady fought the urge to cover herself. Nudity wasn’t something that had ever bothered her much, but she wanted to be attractive to him, wanted him to want her.

  “Gorgeous. I’ve dreamed of how you would look, you know.”

  “Bet I wasn’t so scrawny in your dreams.”

  His gaze narrowed at her words. “Scrawny? I don’t think so.” He ran his hand over her chest, cupping her breast briefly before moving down her belly to her mound. “These breasts are perfect with the most luscious nipples I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

  Leaning down, he kissed first one nipple then the other. He kissed his way down her stomach. “Part your legs.”

  Her breath came in shallow pants as she moved her thighs apart. He ran one finger through her folds. Raising it, she could see it was coated in moisture. She groaned as he brought it to his mouth and sucked.

  “Just as I thought. Fucking sweet.”

  Standing, he quickly stripped. Cady sat up, reaching for him. He shook his head and took a step back.

  “Lie back on the bed, sugar, just as you were before. I don’t want you to move unless I tell you to, understand?”

  She nodded, lying back.

  “Put your arms above your head,” he ordered.

  Jesus, he was even more bossy in the bedroom than he was in everyday life.

  Cady thought she’d died and gone to heaven as Hunter stripped. Damn, the man was ripped. She’d known he was muscular, she’d drooled over his biceps a number of times, but his t-shirt had hidden a six-pack that most men would kill for.

  Her fingers itched to trace over the tight muscles, but she kept her hands where they were. Out of the bedroom, she’d give as good as she got. But when it came to sex, she liked having someone take charge, take command of her body. But she’d only allowed someone else to take charge when she’d been in a club, surrounded by others.

  “What was that thought?” Hunter asked.

  “Nothing.”

  He stared at her for a long moment and she swallowed heavily as his eyes grew stern. He still had his jeans on but he’d undone the top button and zipper.

  “When I ask a question I expect an honest answer. Just shaking your head or answering with nothing is unacceptable, understood?”

  She nodded her head then realized her mistake and quickly said, “Yes.”

  “Yes, Hunter.”

  “What?”

  “Yes, Hunter. Say my name.”

  “Are you sure you wouldn’t prefer Sir? Or my Lord and Majesty?” she asked cheekily.

  “No, I want to hear my name from your lips. Maybe later you can call me Sir.”

  It clicked. His calm confidence. The way he’d so easily taken control. He had to be a Dom. Great, just what she needed. A Dom in her life.

  “I want you to tell me what you were thinking.”

  She sighed and stared up at the ceiling.

  “Look at me.” He sat next to her and tugged on her chin, turning her to face him. “Tell me.”

  “I don’t usually just jump into bed with someone like this.”

  He ran his thumb over her lip. “I make you feel vulnerable.”

  “Yes,” she gritted out.

  “And because you don’t trust me fully yet, that scares you, opening up to me, letting me in.”

  She stared at him in disbelief.

  “I’ve been watching you, Cady. I know that probably sounds creepy, but you’ve intrigued me since I first met you. I want to understand what you’re thinking, what you’re feeling and since you’re not exactly open with your feelings, I’ve had to figure a few things out on my own.”

  Yeah, she’d underestimated him and she shouldn’t have. He was a smart guy and she knew when he set a goal, he’d throw all of himself into getting what he wanted.

  “I don’t expect you to magically start trusting me, Cady. What I do expect is that you’ll be honest with me. If I ask a real question I expect a real answer.” He twisted her nipple gently with his fingers. “Can you do that?”

  “I-I suppose so. What if I don’t want to answer?”

  “Then tell me. But I want you to try first. Damn, I want you. I want to run my hands all over your silky skin, to watch you wiggle beneath me as I play with your nipples, to see you scream with pleasure as I suck on your pussy. How does that sound to you?”

  “Pretty good,” she said breathlessly.

  He raised an eyebrow. “Only pretty good? Well, let’s see if it feels better.”

  Lying on his side beside her, he ran his calloused hands over her skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake. Her breath came sharper, harder as he played with her nipples. No one had ever spent so much time just teasing her nipples, squeezing, flicking, licking them. It got to the point that she thought she was going to come from that alone when he moved away, kissing his way down her stomach.

  Christ, he really was going to eat her out and as much as she wanted that, she wasn’t sure she was ready for that intimacy yet. She’d much rather he just fuck her.

  “Part your legs.”

  “Hunter…” her voice trailed off as he glanced up, staring at her arms pointedly. It was then that she realized she’d reached down to grasp hold of his hair, preparing to tug him away.

  “Is your ankle hurting?” he asked.

  Her ankle? She’d forgotten all about that.

  “No,” she said breathlessly. “It’s fine.”

  “Then what’s wrong?”

  “Nothing.”

  He narrowed his gaze and she immediately realized her mistake.

  “Hunter, I—” He sat up and gently grabbed her legs, careful not to touch her sore ankle as he brought them up into the air, holding them there with one hand as he smacked his hand down onto her butt.

  “Hunter!” she screeched. Never had she been spanked in such a vulnerable position. She’d always negotiated what she wanted beforehand. All the spankings she’d experienced had been prearranged and strictly controlled.

  Maybe that’s why none of them had ever turned her on like this before. She felt more vulnerable and out of control than she ever had and yet her pussy gushed with moisture as he gave her two more whacks.

  “Hunter, not like this!” she cried out.

  He raised his eyebrows as he stared at her, his eyes cool. “Not like this? You’d like me to spank you in another way?”

  “I’d like not to be spanked at all, asshole. I don’t like being spanked in this position.”

  His eyes narrowed, and then he turned his gaze to her pussy. He pushed her legs against her chest. She blushed as he ran his finger through her pussy lips.

  “Oh, I’d disagree. Your pussy is gushing with cream. You might find this position humiliating, but you also find it arousing.” He ran his finger up and down her slit. “You’ve been spanked before.”

  “Yes,” she answered. “Could you please put my legs down?”

  “No, we’re not finished here.” He smacked her twice more and she had to bite her lip to hold in her groan. “Who?”

  “No one.”

  Smack! Smack!

  “No one important. I’ve been to a few BDSM clubs; I arranged a few scenes that involved spanking.”

  He watched her carefully as he pushed one thick finger inside her. She clenched around him, pulsing, wanting more.

  “And I bet you dictated those scenes down to the last second, didn’t you? Told them when to spank you, what to use, how long to do it for, didn’t you?”

  “Yes!”

  He flicked her clit with his thumb and she let out a shuddering cry. God
, she needed to come.

  “Did any of those scenes turn you on? Make you cry out? Scream to be allowed to come?” he asked.

  “No, they didn’t!” she replied, wrapping her hands in the sheets beneath her as he pushed another finger inside her. “Hunter, please!”

  “You won’t be holding back with me, Cady,” he warned.

  She’d already figured that.

  “Hold your legs against your chest and keep them there. Now.”

  Even as she shook her head in protest, she slipped her hands behind her knees.

  “Part them. Show me your pussy.”

  “Hunter, fuck me,” she demanded.

  He grinned. “Not yet. Now part your legs or I’ll show you the difference between a spanking given for fun and one for punishment.”

  It wasn’t the threat of punishment that had her obeying him—she knew he wouldn’t fuck her until he had his way. So she pulled her legs apart and he settled himself on his stomach between her legs. He parted the lips of her pussy with his fingers.

  He ran his tongue through her moisture, from the bottom of her slit to the top where he lapped at her clit, flicking the underside before taking it into his mouth and sucking strongly. He tortured her for long minutes, playing with her clit until she was close to exploding before he thrust his tongue deep inside her pussy.

  “Hunter, please, I can’t…” she cried out, her eyes closed, her head thrashing from side to side.

  “What, baby? What can’t you do?”

  “I can’t take anymore. I need to come. So bad.”

  “Then come, sugar.”

  He pushed two fingers deep inside her, curling them up and rubbing them against that special spot inside her. Soon she was screaming aloud, coming almost violently as he sucked on her clit.

  Cady collapsed, her legs drifting down onto the bed as she lost the strength to hold them up. Hunter grabbed a condom from his pocket before quickly stripping off his jeans and boxers. He rolled the condom onto his impressive erection. If she only had the energy, she’d touch him, taste him. But her limbs were heavy, satisfied. He kneeled back between her legs, his butt resting against his feet as he clasped her around the hips and pulled her up so her ass was resting on his lap.

  He slowly pushed his way inside her.

  “Oh,” she groaned as he stretched her, pushing his way gently but relentlessly inside her. Once he was fully inside her, he paused, taking a deep breath. Sweat coated both their bodies. She watched him, unable to take her gaze off him. He was too damn sexy to be true.

  Holding her firmly around her hips, he drew back before driving himself into her once again. Cady watched his face, loving the unguarded look that came over him as he orgasmed, his lips slightly parted, his eyes closed as he collapsed forward.

  Immediately, he rolled off her.

  “Are you okay?” he asked after a few moments.

  She held back from cuddling into his side, not sure how he’d take it. But then he grabbed her, tugging her close.

  “Cady?”

  “I’m fine.” Better than fine. She was relaxed, content for the first time in months.

  He ran his fingers through her hair. “Your ankle?”

  She was going to tell him it was fine, but now that the sex glow had faded somewhat she could feel it throbbing. “It’s a bit sore.”

  “I’ll get you some pills.”

  He stood and walked into the bathroom before she could protest. There was the flushing of the toilet then he stepped back into the bedroom, the condom gone. He strode, buck naked, into the living room, returning a short time later with a glass of water and her pills.

  She took the pills without complaint, her ankle really was sore, settling back into the pillows as Hunter sat next to her. He reached up and grabbed one of the pillows from the top of the bed and slipped it under her ankle.

  He placed one arm over her stomach, holding her close.

  “Tell me about your experience with BDSM.”

  “I’d rather eat nails.”

  Hunter grinned, running his fingers down her stomach. She shivered.

  “But you’re going to anyway. I need to know how experienced you are. How many clubs did you go to? What do you like? Not like? Any triggers? Anything I should avoid?”

  “Did anyone ever tell you that you’re an annoyingly persistent bastard?”

  “I’m waiting.”

  “I went to a club maybe a handful of times. It wasn’t for me.”

  “No?” He raised an eyebrow.

  “I’m just not that submissive. It doesn’t turn me on.” Liar.

  “Really? Because you certainly seemed to enjoy what we just did or are you gonna try and tell me you faked your pleasure?”

  Christ, no. She would never lie to him about that. “We had sex, nothing more.”

  “Sex where I took control and you submitted. And you love every minute. Maybe you just told yourself that you’re not submissive because then you didn’t have to be disappointed when those scenes didn’t work out like you were expecting. Because then you could pretend you didn’t have these needs.”

  Damn it, he was right.

  “What made you decide to go to a club if you’re so sure you aren’t submissive?”

  “A friend suggested it.” Rusty had been a Dom, he thought she’d enjoy it, that it would help her to give control to someone else for a while. Let her brain rest.

  Like it had during the last hour. She frowned. There had been things about the lifestyle that had appealed to her, she’d enjoyed watching other Doms with their subs, she’d just never found the sort of bliss she’d seen on other subs faces for herself.

  “You have trust issues, Cady. I wouldn’t expect you to be able to surrender to just anyone.”

  “Arrogant much?”

  “Did you let them tie you up?”

  Hell no. What if they left her? What if there was an emergency?

  “No.”

  “Did you let them fuck you?”

  Fuck with a stranger? No thanks.

  She shook her head. He grabbed hold of her nipple, twisting it to the point of pain. She arched up, the pain spreading through her body, heating her blood.

  “No,” she cried out, already guessing he wanted a verbal response. Asshole.

  “I’m guessing you like a little pain, but you’re no masochist, am I right?”

  “Y-yes.”

  “You like being spanked?”

  He gave her other nipple the same treatment.

  “Yes, sometimes.”

  He nodded. “For play, not punishment. But you won’t always get a say in that.”

  Reaching down, he sucked on her nipples, soothing them with his tongue. Hunter rolled onto his back, taking her with him so she lay sprawled on top of him.

  “You trust me not to hurt you.” It wasn’t a question but she knew he still expected an answer.

  “Yes.” She couldn’t deny it.

  “Good. I want us to get to know each other better, Cady. I want you to trust me. With everything. I know I’m probably rushing you and I sure as hell hope I don’t send you running. But I want more than a friendship. We don’t have to label what this is, but I just want to know that you’re not going to freeze me out. Because I care about you, Cady.”

  She took a deep breath, butterflies fluttering in her stomach. She’d expected panic, a need to run. But those feelings didn’t come.

  “I can’t promise anything,” she warned.

  “Not expecting you to,” he replied. “Just give things between us a chance. Don’t shut me out.”

  Could she do that? Maybe.

  “I’ve been a Dom for years, Cady; I can help you explore your needs.”

  What should she do? Was she really contemplating making herself vulnerable? Opening herself up to him? Hell, who was she kidding, she already had. She wanted him and this one night wasn’t going to be enough.

  Damned if she could find the strength to turn him away, though. She was so tired of having
to do everything, of having to be strong, of having to deny herself everything she wanted.

  So maybe she was selfish for a while, what could be the worse that happened? She’d lose her job? She’d get her feelings hurt? Yeah, well, she kind of thought it was too late for that, they were going to get hurt anyway, she might as well have some fun beforehand.

  “Cady?”

  “Yes,” she replied. “I-I want to see where this goes.”

  “Brave girl.” He kissed her gently. “Your safe word is red. We’re not going to do anything heavy or intense, not until we know each other better. But I still expect you to use it if you feel scared, if you’re in pain, if you just need to stop and talk, understand?”

  “Yes. But, this is only in the bedroom, got it? You’re not dominating me anywhere else.”

  He grinned. “I wouldn’t dare.”

  Yeah, somehow she wondered.

  Damn, she was almost sweet when she was like this, her eyes filled with satisfaction, her body soft and relaxed. He ran his hand through her silky hair.

  “Would you like to touch me, Cady?”

  She nodded eagerly.

  “Lick your way down my stomach.”

  She inched her way down, licking and nibbling in turns. Hunter stacked his hands behind his head, knowing he find it hard to resist reaching for her.

  Cady knelt between his open legs.

  “Circle my cock with your hand. That’s it. Harder, baby. Now pump your hand up and down. Damn, feels so good.” She concentrated with a focus that aroused him.

  “Take the tip of me into your mouth, but keep your gaze on me. I always want your gaze on me when you have my cock in your mouth.”

  He groaned when she slipped the head of his cock into her mouth and sucked. She took in more of his shaft.

  “Fuck, feels so hot. Cup my balls with your free hand. That’s it, play with them gently. Babe, you have no idea how good that feels.”

  He watched her eyes, saw how they grew heavy-lidded. The girl liked giving blow jobs.

  She played with him, suckling on him until he couldn’t hold back any longer. Reaching down, he hauled her up and over him. He flipped them over, ignoring her protest. She’d had her moment of control.

  “Spread your legs wide and grab hold of the headboard.”

  She lay back and widened her thighs, placing her arms above her head. He moved to the base of the bed then knelt between her spread legs.