“You look very nice like this,” he murmured as he moved to place a kiss on the inside of the other knee. “And you’re handling it very well.”
He bent down and bit softly at her ass, making her gasp and jerk. Unfortunately, she didn’t want to jerk away. She wanted to jerk toward him. She wasn’t used to this—waiting on him, anticipating his next move, his next touch.
She was usually the one in control, the one calling the shots.
She began to tremble.
She didn’t like this. She wanted up.
Chapter Sixteen
“Brayden,” she whined, and tugged at the cuffs almost frantically.
“Look at me, kitten,” he whispered. “Eyes on me.”
She locked her gaze onto his, holding onto those beautiful blue eyes. If she could keep eye contact with him, she could keep it together. That was bad, wasn’t it? Did that mean she depended on him? Maybe to get her through this moment, but nothing more. Right?
Oh, God. What was happening to her?
Brayden reached for something to the side, but Karina couldn’t tear her eyes away from his. They smiled at her, crinkling at the corners, and her heart fluttered in her chest. Warmth gathered in her stomach, spreading outward.
She loved that wicked light he got in his eyes when… “Brayden,” she said in a growled warning.
He smiled and straightened, this time not even trying to hide his intent. The damn jerk had pulled a toy off the small table he’d tugged to his side.
“Let’s see,” he murmured as he used the tip of the narrow dildo to circle her clit. “Where should I put this?”
“That’s not what I said.” Karina bit her lip, both in rising anger and rising lust. Her face flamed and her eyes narrowed. “Don’t you dare, Brayden.”
He frowned and slapped her clit with his hand, making her jump in surprise. “That’s Master, Karina.”
She clamped her lips closed and glared up at him in silence. Damn prick. She told him his mouth, not toys, and she’d be damned if she’d call him Master now. Not when he had her so pissed off.
“Despite your anger,” he murmured as he gazed down at her exposed pussy. “I think you like this.” He lifted his eyes to hers. “You’re wet, kitten.”
He teased her opening with the tip of the toy, and she held her breath, afraid if she moved, or even breathed, what she really felt would be revealed.
“I’m not even sure you need any lube.” He pressed it forward, teasing her with the short, shallow thrusts of the toy.
Karina bit her lip in an effort to not cry out in need. She could feel how wet she was, feel the desire building inside her. “Damn you,” she growled. “I’m going to kill you for this.”
“You’ve stopped shaking, kitten,” he whispered. “I think anger is your best weapon against your fears. And I actually like it when you fight me a little.”
He pressed the toy forward, filling her full. Karina sighed and jerked her hips against the restraints, wanting, needing more. He was right. In her anger, she had forgotten about the straps, the inability to move.
He walked around the table so he was at her head. Leaning over, he cupped her breasts under her vest and gave them a squeeze. His palms felt soft against her nipples, his fingers rough as they pinched and pulled.
He whispered in her ear, “Trust me, Kay?”
She nodded.
“Say it.”
“I trust you.”
He gave her breast a hard squeeze, and she moaned.
“Good girl,” he said and placed a soft kiss against her lips.
When he didn’t deepen it, Karina whined softly, then bit her lip as she realized the sound escaped her lips. She could feel the toy inside her, not large but filling her just enough to make her hungry for more.
Brayden moved back around the table, slowly sliding his hands over her body, letting her know he would touch her how he chose, but at the same time giving her a sense of security. He would stay close to her. He would never leave her alone while she was bound. He would never do anything to cause her undue pain.
He would take care of her.
Karina jerked inwardly at that thought. She could take care of herself. She didn’t need him.
Brayden stopped and stared at her. “You’re leaving me, Kay.”
Karina swallowed at just how perceptive Brayden was.
“Eyes always on me,” he murmured as he stepped back between her splayed thighs.
He used a remote to turn on the dildo inside her vagina. The low hum sent a sharp wave of need to her womb as it vibrated within her walls. She watched in silence as he reached for a small flogger. Karina tensed, but did as Brayden said—kept her eyes on him.
“It’s just me, kitten,” he murmured as he softly hit the inside of her thigh with the flogger.
Karina drew in a sharp breath at the feel of the leather slapping against her skin.
“Get mad at me if you want,” he whispered, and slapped at the inside of her other thigh. “If it helps.”
He slapped her again, slowly working the flogger back and forth in a rhythm that grew faster and harder with each swipe. She couldn’t move. Refused to beg for more. Brayden changed the setting on the vibrator, and she finally let go of the tight hold she had on her tongue and groaned.
“I like that sound,” he murmured as he swiped the flogger over her mound, teasing her labia. “I like all the little sounds you make.”
He returned to her thighs, slowly working the flogger up and down the inside, just barely hitting her labia. That was the worst. The teasing flicks of the leather against her pussy had her straining against the straps in a rising tide of lust.
God, he was making her nuts.
The flogging stopped and Brayden bent down, nibbling gently at her labia. Karina groaned and tilted her head back. She clenched her fists, digging her nails into her palms, as Brayden ever so slowly circled her clit with the tip of his tongue.
“Damn it,” she panted.
Her release was so close. If he would just touch it…
He straightened back up, and Karina glared at him. With a wicked smirk, he whacked the inside of her thigh with the flogger. The sharp sting made her gasp in surprise, then melt as a hot sensation of pleasure-pain worked its way to her womb.
The combination of the vibrating inside her and the sharp, almost painful flicks of the leather combined to send her senses skyrocketing. Brayden turned up the toy, making the vibrations faster and more intense. Karina arched her back as much as the restraints would allow. The flogging continued, this time harder and faster than before. He would back off, going soft only to go hard again, intensifying the sensations.
Karina couldn’t hold it back anymore. The second Brayden slapped the flogger against her mound, she screamed as a powerful release slammed through her. She bucked hard under the restraints only to be forced back down, unable to move against the rising tide of pleasure swimming through her.
Through her fogged vision, she saw Brayden dipped his head toward her pussy. The inside of her legs began to shake as Brayden used the tip of his fingers to separate her labia. He licked a tantalizingly slow figure eight between her opening and her clit.
Karina gasped at the warmth of his lips on her, the feel of his breath as it teased her mound. “Brayden… No,” she whined.
He ignored her and sucked her clit between his lips, swiping his tongue over the sensitive bud, back and forth, hard and soft. She screamed as another orgasm raced through her. Not once during her time as a Domme had she come multiple times. She’d seen Brayden do it to other subs. Now he’d done it to her, and the aftermath left her shaking and weak.
She barely felt Brayden turn off the toy and slip it from her body. Barely felt him loosen the straps and lift her in his arms. The murmurs and soft praises drifted in and out of her mind as Bradyen carried her to a darkened corner and sat down.
He kept his arms around her, forcing her to lean against his chest, her face in his neck. The whiskers tha
t covered his cheeks scratched at her forehead, but Karina barely noticed. All she could do was sink into his embrace and inhale the warm spicy scent that was all Brayden.
“I said your mouth,” she whispered, even though she barely had enough strength to raise her voice, much less sound angry.
“I know, and that’s what I had intended, until I saw how scared you were getting.”
He cupped her cheek and put the pad of his thumb under her chin, lifting it so he could see her face.
“You handle fear better when you’re angry.”
“Oh,” she replied, unsure what more to say. Did he really know her that well?
His lips twitched as he leaned down and brushed his lips softly over hers. At the moment, Karina couldn’t find it in herself to fight him. She was too addlebrained. How the hell did he make her addlebrained?
“You’re so cute like this,” he whispered.
His breath fanned across her lips, his eyes held hers captive. She couldn’t look away from him even if she tried. Her first instinct was to push him away, to make it clear she didn’t need to rely on him, but deep inside, she knew she did. She felt so safe on his lap, in his arms.
That scared part of her. She’d never wanted to rely on anyone but herself. Even sex was at her discretion, her choosing, and under her control. But Brayden had taken all that control away from her and given her another mind-blowing orgasm. Not one, but two. Something she’d never experienced in her controlled life.
He ran the tip of his finger down her cheek and along her jaw. “You look like you’re thinking awfully hard about something. Talk to me, kitten.”
“I’m just not used to this.”
“I know.”
He smiled slightly and kissed her again. Karina’s eyes closed as his lips sipped at hers, teasing her, bringing her already sated senses back to life. She could taste herself on his kiss and she ran her tongue along his bottom lip. His moan vibrated under her ear; just the sound alone made her nipples tingle.
In her mind, Karina envisioned Brayden taking her breasts in his mouth and sucking. She wiggled slightly, rubbing her hip along his thick erection. She’d seen Brayden naked. She knew how well-endowed he was and suddenly had a very strong desire to feel him inside her, filling her, stretching her. God, he would feel so good.
“And what was that thought?” he asked, his voice full of amusement as it rumbled through her whole body.
He kissed her cheek, then rubbed his stubble along the side of her face, the sharp pricks sending warm tingles to her womb.
“I was just thinking how easily you…”
She gasped at what she’d almost revealed. She was too relaxed, talking too freely. She stiffened and tried to pull away from him.
“No, Karina,” Brayden said in a firm voice.
He tightened his hold and pulled her back into her spot, snuggled close to him. She sighed and just resigned herself to the fact that he wasn’t going to let her go, and in truth, she wasn’t all that turned off by it.
“That’s better,” he said. “I like you leaning against me like this.”
“I think you like it too much,” she grumbled.
Brayden’s chest shook with his chuckle.
“Who was the sub you were talking to when I came over?” he asked.
“Gary. He’s bi and apparently very shy. Kind of awkward. If he’s our guy, he’s got one hell of a split personality.”
Brayden rubbed his cheek against the top of her head and sighed. “Yeah.”
She shifted her position slightly, sinking down so she could rest her head on his shoulder better. Her hand laid against his warm chest, and she sighed as his heartbeat seemed to sync with hers.
“Looks like you’re masturbating again tonight,” she said, then peeked up at him through her lashes.
He smiled. “I know what I plan to masturbate to.”
Karina snickered and snuggled back into his shoulder. Her smile faded. “You know,” she began. “I have to admit, if I had to submit, I’m glad it was you.”
“Me too,” he said softly.
Chapter Seventeen
Brayden lay in bed, staring at the ceiling and wondering how in the hell he was going to get any sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was Karina. He’d watched her in the club back home, enjoyed seeing her when her subs pleasured her, but the last couple of days had been different.
Her orgasms had been by his hand. He’d been the one to make her scream. That had surprised him. He’d heard her moan and sigh, but never scream.
She’d looked incredible, with her face flushed, a thin bead of sweat covering her brow, her legs trembling. He’d wanted to sink inside her so bad his balls had actually hurt. He reached down and cupped his balls. Pain stabbed through them, and he winced. Hell, they still hurt.
He glanced at the clock. Almost four-thirty in the morning. He wouldn’t be worth a crap tomorrow if he didn’t get some sleep. He lowered his pajama pants and wrapped his fingers around his aching cock. He was hard as a rock, but when he glanced down at his pants and saw the Mickey Mouse ears, he cringed.
Great. Masturbating in front of Mickey. Wouldn’t his sister be proud?
The door to his side of the suite opened and Brayden froze. Was that Karina?
“Brayden? Are you… Oh.”
Karina stood at the foot of his bed, staring at his hand wrapped around his hard dick. Well, hell. Wasn’t this just great?
Her lips twitched and her gaze sparkled with a hint of amusement. Brayden rolled his eyes, then decided what the hell? He slowly pumped his hand from base to tip, as he let his gaze move back to hers.
“Need something, kitten?” he drawled.
“Looks like you do,” she replied.
“Nothing I can’t handle on my own.”
Sighing, she climbed onto the bed. Brayden frowned as she walked on her knees to his side.
“Karina—”
She pushed his hand away from his cock. “You’re doing it wrong.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
She smiled at him before looking around at the bed, as though thinking.
“Karina, what are you doing?” Brayden asked, too damn turned on to think.
She looked good with her hair in a ponytail, really short shorts, and a tank top that left nothing to the imagination. Her nipples poked through the material like two little beads just begging to be sucked.
She grasped his hands and put them at the headboard, wrapping his fingers around the wooden spindles. “Leave your hands here.”
Brayden raised another eyebrow, but didn’t say anything.
“I’m serious, Brayden. If you drop your hands, I stop.”
“Fair enough,” he choked.
God, if it was possible, he believed he’d gotten even harder. What the hell did she have in mind?
He watched in silence as she straddled his shins. Leaning over, she grasped the waistband of his pants and tugged them lower.
“Lift your hips,” she murmured.
Brayden did as she asked, and she slid them further down, so they were close to his knees. She bent forward and rested on one hand while using the other to slowly slide a finger along his length. Brayden swallowed as the feather-light touch glided over his cock.
“I always thought you had a nice one of these,” she whispered.
Brayden let go of the spindle and started to reach for her hair. Karina raised her gaze to his and frowned.
“I meant what I said.”
He froze for a second, then put his hand back. The last thing he wanted to do was scare her off.
“Yes, Mistress,” he drawled. “But this sub doesn’t like to be teased.”
“I’m not teasing,” she said, as her attention returned to his throbbing cock. She slid her hand down and cupped his balls, making him bite back a groan. “I’m playing.”
“Karina,” he growled. “I’m not one of your subs you can torture. Either take my dick in your mouth or get the hell u
p, so I can take care of it myself.”
Karina’s soft giggle registered in his mind just before she gripped his base, pulling up slightly so she could wrap her warm lips around him. Brayden groaned low in his throat, lifting his hips as she worked her tongue down his length, then back to the tip. She swiped it over the top, dipping just a little into the tiny slit.
“Holy…crap,” he growled.
Brayden closed his eyes, savoring the feel of her mouth and tongue, and even her teeth as they worked his cock. Some subs he had to give instruction, but Karina… Wow, Karina knew exactly what she was doing.
And he’d never felt anything so good.
She teased his tip, then went lower, raising the hand at his base to meet her mouth. Every time she went down, she took more of him in her mouth. When she deep-throated him and swallowed, he lost every ounce of control he had, and with a shout, lost himself in her mouth.
His orgasm raced through him with the speed of a rocket, forcing his hips up and the head of his cock deeper into her throat. Karina’s moan of approval vibrated around his shaft, drawing out his pleasure. Throbs pounded through his cock, and Karina just sucked him harder, drawing out every last beat of pleasure until he was ready to beg her to stop.
As his body relaxed, he noticed the death grip he had on the spindles and quickly dropped his hands to Karina’s shoulders. He realized his mistake the second he felt her stiffen.
“Karina.”
“No,” she said firmly as she slid from his grasp. “Maybe now you can get some sleep.”
She began to walk away. Brayden jumped from the bed, determined to stop her. She didn’t need to be alone right now. He didn’t want her to be. He quickly pulled up his pants, but his release had left him slightly shaky, and he had to grab the bed for support.
The few seconds it took him to right himself, Karina had already made it to her door. He rushed forward, hoping to catch it before it closed, but he was too late. His hand landed against the wood just as the knob clicked shut.
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