Taming Kalinda

by Dakota Trace

  Josh stared at her for a moment before a chuckle escaped him. “You know, I do believe you might be serious, Spitfire.” He shifted back into his seat and started the car. “It’s good to see that I’m not the only Dom you mouth off to.”

  “Nope, I’m an equal opportunity ‘mouther offer’…”

  Josh shook his head before putting the car into gear. She was absolutely incorrigible.

  * * * *

  Sitting in the airport and waiting for his flight to board, Dominic felt like he was still floating on air from his little sub’s admission this morning. It had been the first time she’d admitted to him that she loved him. Due to their unusual circumstances in coming together, he’d decided early on in their relationship what she needed was a firm but loving hand. It hadn’t taken long for him to fall in love with her once she’d started opening up and trusting him. She was everything he’d ever wanted. He’d made no secret about the fact he’d cared deeply about her, even though he’d refrained until almost a year into their relationship from even mentioning the “L” word to her. During the following year he’d tried everything he could think of to get her to admit she was fond of him and not just what he did to her body. Her total refusal to admit anything had been the key. When he realized that she had to face what had happened with Josh before they could move forward - his plan to include the other man in their play had been hatched.

  But to sooth his guilty conscious he’d given her ample opportunities to stop what he knew would happen when they arrived in Chicago. Now with his plan only half-way played out, she’d admitted her love while he was two thousand miles away. It was too late for her now though, he would ride the rest of his plan out. After experiencing what it would be like to have Josh as part of their relationship he wasn’t going to be happy until they were a happy but permanent triad. With her infamous stubbornness, the only thing she’d gotten out of her reluctance was an ass-whipping from him and another Dominant to warm her hide when she got out of line.

  “Flight 285 to Chicago is now boarding at Gate 3,” the female voice on the P.A. system broke through his daydreaming. Bending, he picked up his carry-on. He’d lucked out and found an earlier flight after the officer who’d wanted to talk to him had chosen to do his interview over the phone two hours earlier than planned. He’d arrive home in Chicago before his little impulsive sub would be in bed. He had all kinds of delicious wicked thoughts on how he and Josh could torment her lovely body.

  * * * *

  After spending the day manning the counter at Josh’s Near North store, the only thing Kalinda was looking forward to was getting off her feet. Even in the sneakers she’d worn her feet hurt. She hadn’t spent any length of time on her feet since she’d been a student and had taken a job waiting tables to earn a little bit of spending money. Sure Caelan would’ve given her ‘pin’ money as he liked to call it, but she hadn’t wanted to take advantage of him anymore than she already had. Besides a little bit of hard work never hurt anyone. So now her feet were sore, but she was glad she could help out Josh. She’d substituted for Nisey, who’d been promoted to manager of this store, since she was still in the hospital.

  Toeing off her sneakers the moment she walked into her apartment, she listened to Josh shut the door behind them. Heading to the kitchen, she asked him if he was hungry. They’d eaten a very late lunch from that ‘sushi place’ down the street, but that had been four hours ago. After searching her nearly bare cupboards, she realized there wasn’t much to offer. That’s when she became aware of his lack of response. She looked over her shoulder to find him within inches of her. The sudden presence of heat radiating off his body onto her back had her nerve endings jumping with awareness. Taking a deep breath, she tried to act nonchalant. “So what do you want for supper? I don’t have much here, but I could throw together some sort of sandwich…”

  “No.”

  The desire in his eyes had her glancing away from him. “Okay. How about take out?” She reached for the phone on the counter. She swallowed when his hand covered hers.

  “Later.” He turned her in his arms before tipping her head so he could gaze into her eyes. Her breath came fast as his thumb brushed over her lower lip. In his eyes she found more than just the desire mixed with dominance - there was a bit of uncertainty and loneliness. “I want you, Kalinda.”

  She tried to look away from his tortured gaze, but found she couldn’t. While the desire and dominance in his eyes had her own pulse leaping, the loneliness and uncertainty had her longing to reassure him that it wasn’t too late. Everything inside of her wanted to give him what he was asking for - her submission, but could she trust him not to hurt her again? She knew that he’d never physically hurt her. She just didn’t know if she could offer more than her body again to him. Not to mention she couldn’t forget about Dominic - even as much as she longed to give Josh what he needed - how would Dominic handle the idea? A warm fuzzy feeling filled her as she thought of her other lover. He’d always put her needs first - would he do the same here? She wished she could talk to him.

  “I need you, Kalinda, but I won’t force you into this if you’re uncomfortable. We need to talk about what happened before you left…” His voice turned bleak. “…but I’d like one more memory before we go into that unpleasantness. I just need…”

  While her common sense begged her to slow down - to wait for Dominic to return, her heart overrode it. If she could satisfy even one part of what she sensed within Josh, she was going to do it. She was going to give him her body and pray it was enough, but first she had to be honest with him.

  “I don’t know if I can submit to you without Dominic here, Josh. The wounds are just too deep.” When his eyes flared with pain, she drew a deep breath. “I don’t want to hurt you nor do I want to be hurt. I can offer my body to you, Sir, but…”

  * * * *

  Josh tried to fight his need to take what he wanted - to show her how wrong she was, that she had nothing to fear from submitting to him. Hadn’t he proven that in their very recent past - not only when he’d allowed to the other man to take the lead in their play, but even all those months ago when he’d introduced her to the lifestyle? As she stood in front of him with her eyes aware but her heart guarded, he knew he had no one other than himself to blame for her fear. He was going to have to earn her trust again. So be it. She’s worth it. He drew a deep breath before responding.

  “If your body is all you’re offering, I’ll take it. I know I fucked up - I’m willing to work to earn the right to your submission once more.” He cupped her cheek. “I nearly lost you last night before I had the chance to make amends for what happened. Now let me love you.”

  She nodded. Stepping back from the counter, he prayed his control was what he thought it was. He’d control the dominating side of him tonight even if it killed him. Taking her hand, he led her to her bedroom. Once there he fought to keep from ordering her to strip. She stood in front of him, shifting from one foot to the other.

  “Undress for me…please.” He barely remembered to make it a request, when the desire which had been at low simmer flared to life at the idea of sliding deep inside of her again. Their one and only fuck had left its mark on him. He had to know if she was as tight as he remembered.

  He leaned back against the door to watch her slowly take off her clothes. When the borrowed t-shirt she wore cleared her head, he was confronted with the lacy white bra which lovingly cupped her perky breasts. A low groan filled his throat when her fingers edged under the elastic waist band of the cotton Capri’s she wore. With a shimmy of her hips, they were pooled at her feet. Standing in front of him in nothing more than a thong which matched her bra, he found himself on the verge of tossing her across the bed.

  Slowly clenching his fists, he continued to watch her disrobe. Her bra was hanging open with a quick flick of her fingers. His palms itched to cup her wonderful breasts as they spilled into view. The tight buds were dusky in color, and made his lips flex in anticipation of tasting
them. His eyes landed on the bag sitting on the nightstand next to the bed. What he wouldn’t give to suck on her nips until they were hard little points begging to be tormented. Dominic had included some delicious looking clamps inside the bag he’d love to use on them. But this was making love - not dominance and submission.

  “Thumb them for me.” He held his breath to see if she’d obey. When her hands lifted to her breasts, he let a sigh of relief he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. The sight of her hands cupping her own breasts had his mouth watering. When her thumbs brushed over the distended peaks, a hiss of elation escaped him. “Damn that’s hot, Spitfire.”

  She gave him a sultry smile before tugging on them. “I bet you’d like to taste them.”

  He nodded, before pushing off the door. She released them then climbed onto the bed. He devoured her lithe form as he approached. When she held up a hand, he stopped instantly.

  “I do believe you have too many clothes on, Josh.”

  Reaching for the belt, he grinned. “Not for long.” With his usual economy of movements, he’d stripped down to his boxers before he climbed onto the bed next to her, then reached out for her. He sighed when she moved into his arms without fanfare. He closed his eyes for a moment to relish the feel of her against him before rolling to lean over her. Gazing into her eyes, he ran a finger over her collar bone, down the swell of her breast to tease one jutting peak.

  When her breath came fast, he smiled. “Damn you have the most perfect nips for clamping, Kalinda.” He teased her ear with his tongue. “Do you remember the first time I did it?” He smiled when her low moan filled the room. He’d spent a good hour teasing her nipples until they had been rock-hard before he attached the small silver clamps for the first time. He’d told her how sexy they were - how they’d increase her pleasure when she came for him, before showing her. It had been the first time he’d forced her to orgasm from just playing with her beautiful breasts.

  Her muttered “Oh God” followed by the arching of her back told him she was remembering the same erotic scene which had been his purpose. They may have not parted on the best of terms, but he wasn’t going to let her forget the hot, sexy things they’d done together.

  Trailing his lips down her neck, over her shoulders to the swells of her breasts, he licked every inch of her skin before blowing on the now damp flesh. He knew how to drive his little Spitfire wild, and he wasn’t above using the knowledge against her. He wanted her not just hot but on fire for him and begging him to take her.

  “Josh!” Her hands dove into his hair when his mouth found one peak. Rubbing his tongue over the tight bud, he gloried in her soft pants and clinging fingers. God, he’d missed this.

  By the time he’d sucked both of her tips until they were wet, shiny, and begging for the clamps sitting in the bag, he was fighting the need to rise up, grab them and place them on her. To distract himself, he yanked her panties off. A low growl filled his throat. Her pussy lips were wet with her desire. He clenched the rumpled sheets on either side of her hips to control himself. He hadn’t realized how hard it was going to be to make love to her without dominating her luscious body. It’d been years since he’d even tried to make love to any one without letting his natural dominating tendencies take over.

  Lifting his head, he stared down at her closed eyes as she squirmed under his pinning hold on her. He forced himself to concentrate on ignoring the dark duffle holding all sorts of wonderful toys he desired to use with her. To avoid the temptation, he didn’t even glance at the bag. Instead he tried to push the thought from his head by opening the drawer under it to search for a condom. Perhaps if he got inside of her tight pussy, he’d forget about torturing her body with the unique pleasure-pain he was a master at delivering.

  Kicking his boxers off, he sheathed his cock before moving to settle over her. Pressing his cock against the dewy portal of her body, he stopped when she placed her hands against his chest. His heart thumped hard before stalling. He’d die if she stopped him now. “Spitfire?”

  “Just because I said I didn’t know if I could submit to you…doesn’t mean that we can’t have fun with a few of things that Dominic brought with us.”

  Hope flared through him, before he came crashing back down to the ground. “If I start I can’t guarantee that I’ll be able to just ‘play’ without making you submit.” He rolled away to lie next to her.

  She leaned over him. “Why don’t you let me worry about that, Josh?”

  He swallowed his groan when she reached across his body to snag temptation off the stand. He threw an arm across his eyes when he heard the rough sound of the bag’s zipper open.

  “Don’t do this, Kalinda. You shouldn’t push me this way.”

  The sound of a low pleasured moan had him jerking his arm off his eyes just in time to see her attaching one of the clamps over her remaining nipple. The other one was already adorned with its twin. A low rumble filled the room which he vaguely recognized as his own response, before he pinned her to the bed with her arms raised over head. He wrapped them around the spindles of her headboard. “Don’t move them.” His voice shook with undeniable tension.

  * * * *

  Kalinda caught her breath. She knew she was playing with fire but couldn’t stop. Even though his loving had felt wonderful, she could tell he’d turned off the very thing which had originally attracted her to him. She hadn’t wanted him to do that, only to turn down the intensity so she wouldn’t be tempted to submit to him. While she’d been serious about not wanting that to happen, it didn’t mean she wanted straight ‘vanilla’ loving. She’d become accustomed to the spice and variety of BDSM until she knew, without a doubt, she wouldn’t be satisfied with straight ‘vanilla’ sex by itself ever again.

  “And if I do?”

  His faced hardened. “I swore I wouldn’t do this, Kalinda. Don’t force me into a corner.” When she just lay under him, he finally relaxed against her. “Let me love you like I promised…then when you want the dominating asshole back, I’ll gladly let him out to play.”

  She slowly nodded her understanding. I asked for this, now I need to lie in the bed I made - even if it won’t be enough.

  He reached down to flick one of the weights attached to her nipple. Duel pleasure and pain radiated from her breast to settle in her stomach. Well maybe I’m wrong. If he keeps doing that I’ll be coming without a problem.

  “Not that I won’t enjoy playing with these little beauties.”

  She was vaguely aware of her small grunt when he lifted one leg to wrap it over his hip as he entered her and joined their lower bodies. She squirmed under him. He felt longer and a bit thinner than Dominic but just as good. The muscles of her pussy burned with pleasure when he paused, giving her time to adjust to his invasion. Can’t he tell I don’t need time to adjust? I need him to fuck me, hard!

  “Sir…” the plea tumbled out of her mouth without thought. He stiffened above her, his body trembling.

  “Don’t!” His eyes squeezed closed while his cock throbbed within her before he began to saw in and out of her with gentle thrusts. Vague tingles of pleasure filled her but they felt lacking after experiencing the hard forceful pleasure of being dominated. Oh, God doesn’t he realize I need hard punishing thrusts? Why is he denying me? She locked her eyes on his face. The tortured need as he fought to give her what she’d asked for was a surprise. It made her realize how hard he was fighting against doing exactly as she knew she needed. Duh, Kalinda, he’s only doing what you asked. A tear escaped the corner of her eye. Now that he was giving her what she asked for, she realized it wasn’t what she needed from him at all.

  Chapter Ten

  Standing in the open doorway, Dominic watched his slave wrap both of her legs around Josh’s gentle moving ass. He hadn’t been surprised to find them in bed together. In fact, he’d hoped the other man would take advantage of the time Dominic had been gone. What did surprise him was the gentle loving the other man was trying to give his slave. Even at the m
ost tender of moments between them Kalinda was a wildcat in bed. Scratching, biting and clawing at him to fuck her harder. Slow, gentle loving just didn’t work for her.

  Even as he was tempted to join them to point out Josh’s errors, he knew he had to let them work it out, if they had a prayer in hell of having a successful polymonogamous relationship. So he held his silence despite the gasping breaths coming from Kalinda, which told him she needed more. From his position by the door, he couldn’t see Josh’s face, but instinctively he knew that while the other man might be enjoying the clasp of Kalinda’s slick cunny around his cock, Josh was fighting his base nature. Dominic had seen him in action too often to not notice the difference. He doubted time had changed the other man’s lovemaking - it was the little sub under him. Even if Josh wouldn’t admit his feelings for Kalinda, this was all the proof he needed. The only way a known Dom would try to temper his natural inclinations was because the woman under him meant more than another quick fuck.

  When a low moan of torture escaped Josh, Dominic unbuttoned his button-fly jeans to release his own cock to give it room to breathe. The resulting moan from Kalinda had him forcing himself to remain by the door. More than anything he wanted to feel the vibrations of her moans around his cock while he fed her wet mouth every inch he had while Josh fucked her.

  As he idly stroked his own cock, he waited to see who would break first. The sweating and groaning on the bed was escalating as both fought against their natural inclinations for faster, harder, rougher sex. He was laying odds that Kalinda would finally break and in turn send Josh careening out of control. Josh would have no other choice than to make her submit.

  “God damn it, Josh, fuck me.” The frustration in his sub’s voice had Dominic smiling. That’s my girl.

  A low grunt was Josh’s first answer. Then…“I am. I’m just giving you what you asked for. Remember?”