by Marie Harte
“Still nothing to say? Fuck. That’s it.” He lunged and grabbed her in his arms.
She gave a halfhearted struggle, curious to see what he intended to do to her.
He dropped her on the bed and stripped off her clothes. The roughness of his actions would have alarmed her if she hadn’t seen the erection behind his jeans. She smirked at him.
“I think you want me.”
“Brilliant deduction, genius.” He swore under his breath. When he put all his weight on top of her to hold her down, she grew uneasy and tried to pull away.
“What are you going to do?”
He gripped her wrists and put both of her arms over her head, outstretched toward the bedposts. “Don’t move.” He did the same with her legs and reached for something under the bed.
He came up with a two sets of padded cuffs, and she had a hard time breathing.
“Time to up the ante. You trust me, or you don’t. Make up your mind.”
She stared at the cuffs, then at him. “Yes, I trust you. But—”
“No buts.” Dane fixed the cuffs around her ankles and wrists. Then he retrieved a set of chains and clipped the cuffs to the hooks at each bedpost.
She pulled at the chains but didn’t have much slack. He’d pinned her down.
“You’ve done this before.” She tried to quell her nervousness. She trusted Dane implicitly, but bondage seemed like another level of faith altogether.
“Not with you, I haven’t. And it’s past time we set some things straight.” Dane didn’t look happy with her, and Kitty didn’t like how upset she grew at the thought. “You’re not telling Master what he wants to hear. You need to be punished.”
She could only stare.
Dane stood and stripped naked, giving a clear view of his massive erection. He pulled out a small bag from his nightstand and dumped the contents on the bed.
“Let’s try these first.” He held up a slender chain.
“What’s that?”
“Nipple clamps.” He smiled and fiddled with the ends.
“Whoa. Wait a minute. I don’t know…”
“See, I think you’re just dying to be punished. You haven’t been told you can speak, sub. And my name is Master or Sir.” He slapped her breast, and she sucked in a breath. “Apologize.”
“M-Master, I’m sorry.” She squirmed, intent on feeling what the clamps might be like. Dane had only used a soft flogger on her, as well as a butt plug. But nothing this exotic.
“You are sorry.” He leaned down and blew a breath over her nipple. “It’s already tight. I think you liked getting slapped. Pretty Kitty likes it rough,” he said, sounding pleased. Then he set a clamp over her nipple.
She gasped but didn’t speak.
“I have it on the loosest setting.” He kissed her other breast, toying with her nipple. He let her go and placed the other clamp, then smiled at his handiwork. “That is fuckin’ hot. I love the chain. Watch.” He tugged on it, and she moaned when the tension on her nipples increased.
“Now let’s try again. Tell me what you need, sub.”
“Sir.” She moaned.
He reached between her legs and shoved a finger inside her. “You’re so wet.” He withdrew his hand and wiped it over his cock. “I can’t wait to drill you. You’re going to scream for Master, kitten. Now tell me what I want to hear.”
She stared up at him, loving how controlling and firm he looked. All those muscles bunched, poised to produce more punishment. God, she’d never been so turned on in her life. “I want you to punish me when I need it. I like you in charge, Sir.”
“Is that all?” he asked and grabbed something from the items he’d dumped next to her. A slender plug and some lube. He greased it up while she watched, mesmerized. Then he eased it between her ass cheeks and pushed.
She arched up, but he tugged the chain, and she sank fast to the bed, helping him to seat the butt plug up her ass. “Oh, Master.”
“You’re getting better. I think you’re sorry. But not sorry enough.” Dane shook his head and straddled her waist, sitting up on his knees to put his cock in prominent view. “What do you want with me, Kitty? You want me to fuck you to scratch an itch? Want me to fuck these pretty tits, come all over you, then leave when I’m done?” He pushed her breasts together and slid himself over the chain across her sternum.
The action pulled her nipples and excited the hell out of her. She couldn’t look away from him as he pushed her breasts together and began thrusting between them. Every glide stirred the clamps, and she drew closer to orgasm, squeezing the foreign thickness in her ass.
“God, Dane.” She groaned when his breathing increased, his arousal ramping her own. Knowing how she got to him made everything that much more pleasurable. Like lighting a match to tinder, Dane set her off, no question. “I want you, Master.” He fucked her harder, and she lost herself in her need. “I want you to fuck me, to spank me. To show me I belong to you.”
“That’s right. My possession,” he panted as he pumped. He drew up on his knees. “Open your mouth.”
She opened, and he changed his angle to penetrate her mouth. “Fuck. That’s good. Suck me, sub. Lick my slit,” he growled in a low voice.
She sucked hungrily, overcome with lust.
“I want you, kitten. On your back, your knees, I don’t fucking care. But you give yourself over, and we’ll be more than fine. Give yourself to me. Just me, no one else,” he hissed and pulled back suddenly.
His ruddy cock looked huge, slick from her mouth.
“I’m coming inside you, because I own you, don’t I?” He tugged the chain again, and she moaned her surrender.
“Yes, Master.”
“Your mouth, cunt, that ass. It’s all mine. You’re mine.” He moved back down her body and set himself at her entrance, grazing her clit with his cock. He toyed with her, using his shaft to stimulate the small nub.
“No coming. Not until I give you permission. You need to be punished still, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” she sobbed, trembling beneath him. If he kept touching her clit, she’d be helpless to obey. Between that, the nipple clamps, and the plug filling her ass, she felt over sensitized and way out of control.
Dane eased his cockhead into her pussy and finally removed the clamps. The sting made her catch her breath, and he surged inside her in one fast push.
She cried out, and he grunted while he fucked her.
He leaned down to suck her nipples while pumping her harder, grazing the plug, only her thin flesh between him and the toy with each pass.
“I need to come, Master.”
“Hold it,” he ordered, his voice thick, his brows drawn close in sexual agony. “Oh yeah. I’m going to come so hard.” He kissed her mouth before trailing kisses across her cheek to her ear. “Squeeze me, sub. Milk Master with that fine pussy. Come around me, baby.”
She knew instant relief, that she could give in to the riot of sensation stealing her control. She was completely open, all his to do what he wanted with, and he wanted her to come.
With his next hard thrust, he pushed her into another world, one in which her master didn’t just control her body, he also controlled her heart.
Chapter Fifteen
Dane came so hard he knew nothing for several seconds while drugged on Kitty. As he filled her, he couldn’t help succumbing to the overwhelming affection he had for the smart-mouthed woman. Shit, but Kitty owned him heart and soul. He couldn’t imagine another coming to mean anything so precious to him.
“Shit.” He remained inside her, not wanting to withdraw just yet. Instead, he rested on his elbows on either side of her.
Glossy green eyes stared up at him in wonder, and he rocked against her again, loving the feel of her around him and under him. Her dark red hair spilled around her head like a fiery halo, and the sweet smile on her face made her look like an angel.
He couldn’t help himself. He kissed her. A tender affirmation of his feelings, the burgeoning love
that he couldn’t hold back even if he wanted to. He felt too exhausted yet to take her again, but God knew he wanted to. Anything to fuse them so tightly she’d never get away.
After a few moments, he pulled back and sighed. “You good with the truth now, kitten?”
“Yes, Sir.” She rubbed her nose against his, and his stomach dropped.
Fuck me. I love her. I really love her. A crazy feeling to have for a woman he hadn’t known all that long, but Dane recognized how special she was to him.
“Kitty.”
Her smile faded. “What’s wrong?”
“Wrong?” He leaned up on his hands, more than aware they remained joined. “I need to tell you something.” He swallowed hard and glanced away to get his bearings. What the hell do I say? His gaze caught on the clock on his nightstand. “Shit.”
“That’s what you have to tell me?”
“We’re going to be late for the party.”
Kitty lunged up, but the chains kept her down. “Crap. Untie me. Dibs on the shower. You messed me, and I have to clean up.”
“We’ll take it together.”
At her look, he put on an innocent face. “What? A blowjob won’t take you that long.”
“Ass.”
Apparently, she’d taken herself out of the scene. But Dane didn’t have it in him to discipline her for it, not while he continued to reel from his own admission.
They made it to his sister’s party ten minutes late. Karen, still gaga over McKay, didn’t seem to care. To Dane’s surprise, McKay’s parents and brothers weren’t nearly as bad as he remembered his parents describing them to be. Granted, that was over twenty years ago, but still.
He watched his woman work the room, and damn if he didn’t feel that wacky power of hers caressing him like real hands. She turned him on, no question. Every time she smiled at a McKay or laughed at something someone said, he felt warm inside.
“Pretty woman.” June McKay, Doug’s mother, handed him a beer to replace the one he’d been drinking. “Doug thinks the world of her, you know. He credits her getting him and Karen together.”
A fact that no longer bothered Dane, though he had no plans to share that with McKay. Let the little jerk sweat it out.
“Kitty’s special,” he agreed.
“I see the way you look at her,” June said softly. “The way your daddy used to look at your mother. John was head over heels for Mary. I see that same glow with Doug and Karen. Must be catching,” she teased.
Dane choked on his beer. “Yeah? It’s good Doug loves Karen.” So I don’t have to break his bones. “They seem to suit each other.”
June nodded. “I know you had some reservations about them together, but it should ease your mind to know we’re selling the ranch and moving closer to town.”
“Really?” Dane blinked. “Karen mentioned something about that, but I didn’t believe it. You’re not going to hold on to the land for future McKays?”
Her husband neared and joined the conversation. “No, sir. Time we got rid of this albatross. No more farming. I’m done. Now June and I can retire, spend our days golfing and skiing, and maybe, if we’re lucky, do some babysitting.” He smiled at Doug, who had his arm wrapped around Karen’s shoulders.
“Grandkids, huh?” He didn’t know how he felt about becoming an uncle. Dane slid a glance at Kitty, wondering what it would be like to hold his own son or daughter. The kid would have Kitty’s mean temperament, no doubt.
“You okay, son?” John asked. “You look like something went down the wrong way.”
“No. I’m good.” Dane forced a smile, knowing he’d gone off the deep end. A steady relationship with Kitty was one thing. Kids? Marriage? Forever? He looked at her again and sighed, feeling his life coming to a screeching halt. He wanted to run the other way, but after telling her not to puss out earlier, could he do any less than accept how he felt?
He changed the subject to the new brewery where Doug worked. Before he knew it, three hours had passed. Kitty and he headed home in his SUV.
“You had a good time tonight.” Kitty sounded smug.
“So what? The old man kinda reminds me of my father.”
“Karen told me they passed away when you two were young. Right after you joined the Marine Corps, right?”
“Yeah. I miss them, but it’s been so long, it doesn’t hurt anymore.” He paused and turned onto the highway. “What about you? You ever see your mom?”
“No. I can’t handle being around her without wanting to shake some sense into her.” Kitty shrugged. “And I spend a lot of energy trying to balance my stepfather’s needs with my mother’s. It’s not fun.”
“What do you do on the holidays?” He couldn’t see Kitty spending them alone. She was too social for that.
“I’ve spent the last four of them with the team.”
“Team?”
“The PWP. My guys from the unit. A lot of us are alone, and it was nice to be with likeminded people.” She smiled, as if lost in memory. “They need me to keep the peace. You wouldn’t believe how many times the guys have nearly killed each other. Last year, Jack nearly put Keegan’s head through a door.”
“Keegan’s the cowboy on steroids, right?”
“He doesn’t do steroids,” she huffed. “We have to work out a lot. It keeps us even, so that our psychic power doesn’t overwhelm our minds.”
“Really?”
She gave him a sideways glance. “Yeah. But I’ve also heard sex works as well.”
He grinned. “Must be why you’re so normal around me. All that sex, right, kitten?”
He didn’t have to see her to know she blushed. He knew she loved his pet names, though she liked to bitch about it. The woman everyone else seemed to view as kind and pleasant had a contrary streak to go with that red hair.
They teased and laughed the rest of the ride home. And Dane fell deeper in love.
* * * *
Dane spent the next week putting Kitty through her paces. She’d gone back to work, and they alternated between spending time at his and her place. Karen teased him mercilessly, and even McKay had commented a time or two about how close Dane and Kitty seemed to be.
He’d even joined the PowerUp! gym, so he didn’t look completely pussy-whipped by being near her during the day. It no longer amazed him when she soothed tempers and settled egos. She truly had a gift, one he couldn’t ignore just because it didn’t work on him.
Kitty’s friends had invited him to spar with them in their private gym downstairs. Dane knew they wanted a shot at the “null,” as they’d taken to calling him. But try as they might, none of them could work their psychic abilities on him. It amused the hell out of him while annoying a few of them. The cowboy kept trying to hurt him but couldn’t. And some Nordic dude named Aidan frowned in concentration when they ran into each other. But from the blond’s constant scowling, Dane assumed he’d gotten nothing. Ian flirted with him constantly, and to Dane’s surprise, he found he liked the smart-ass. But Jesus, what a mouth. The guy never shut up. He could see why Kitty called him a headache.
Dane liked the ex-PWP agents, but he would have ignored them in favor of spending time with Kitty. Except he knew she valued them and wanted him to get along. So he did his best to shut up around the more obnoxious of the psychics, contenting himself with kicking major ass when they sparred together.
After one such session, he and Kitty cleaned up and went to a movie he’d been dying to see. Some picture where everyone but the good guy would die in an impossible situation. He tried to grab the popcorn, and she snarled at him. She looked so damn cute sitting there munching away, her eyes wide as she watched the movie with an evil kind of glee. For all that she seemed to get along with anyone, and everyone that she’d ever met loved her, the real Kitty had a touch of nastiness that she seemed to share only with him.
He managed to snag a few pieces of popcorn before she clutched the tub to her chest. But instead of berating him for digging into her stash, she gaped at th
e screen. He turned to see he’d missed most of the action while thinking about her. A few remaining villains died gruesome deaths. A decapitation, an electrocution, and a hanging, and soft-hearted Kitty Nelson cheered with the audience.
It was no wonder he’d fallen headlong in love with her.
He sighed, finally accepting the truth he’d already known. Stupid fucking time to embrace that he wanted to spend forever with this woman, but hell, he couldn’t complain. Now what to do about it?
When they’d been in danger, though he wanted to protect Kitty from harm, he couldn’t see fighting the danger in any way other than with her by his side. He’d seen her manipulate those around her, and he’d seen her fight hand-to-hand. The woman kicked serious ass.
Take tonight. She’d kicked at James, a roundhouse that had taken the guy off his feet. Then she’d shot him a smug smile, as if to show him she was up to any challenge. And he’d wanted nothing more than to kiss and hug her and confess his love. Totally sappy and unlike him, and he didn’t care.
The theater lights came on. “Oh man, that movie was awesome.” She stretched, and he realized the credits had begun rolling.
“Yeah, great.” What the hell kind of man ignores complete annihilation with hand-to-hand combat and dudes getting their nads fried while thinking about a woman? A guy in love, that’s who.
“You okay? You look funny.” Kitty stroked his chin and frowned. “You need a shave.”
He couldn’t help it. He started laughing, harder when she swore at him.
The people milling about gave them a wide berth, no doubt to avoid the crazy man and his mean-ass girlfriend. Because yeah, that’s how he thought of her now. His lover, his girlfriend. And Jesus, hopefully someday his wife.
That should have sobered him up, but she looked so cute when irritated. Which was usually all the time around him. An Amazon of a woman who looked petite next to him. He fucking loved her.
She sighed. “I don’t even want to know why you’re causing a scene here, do I?”
He wiped his eyes and stood. “Probably not.”
Kitty sighed. “Come on. I guess you’re going to insist on driving home.” She made a face. “It’s my car, control freak.”