Topping the Domme (Crime and Punishment)

by Trista Ann Michaels

  “Yes,” she hissed softly.

  Using the pad of his middle finger, he ran slow, teasing circles around her clit before moving back to her entrance. Karina moaned and grasped the arm he had locked around her waist. Her nails dug into his skin as her body became more and more sensitive.

  “I want to bend you over this counter,” Brayden whispered. “Fill this tight, wet pussy deep and hard with my cock.”

  He thrust two fingers inside her, showing her exactly what he had in mind. Karina gasped and tried to force her hips forward, pressing herself more firmly against the palm of his hand.

  “God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured. “Look, Kay.”

  Karina opened her eyes and stared at herself in the mirror. Her skin was flushed, her eyes half-lidded, her lips parted and panting. The tanned skin of Brayden’s hand as he stroked between her legs was a stark contrast to her fair skin, but at the same time, looked so right. Felt so right.

  “Brayden,” she whined.

  He pulled his fingers free and circled her opening, teasing her relentlessly. “Who?”

  “Master,” she corrected without thought.

  Brayden moved his fingers to her clit and spread her labia wide. “What, kitten. Do you want me to rub this hard little nub and make you come?” he whispered.

  Karina stared down at herself, at the bright pink nub sticking out between her lips. “Yes,” she said. “Yes, Master. Please.”

  “God, that’s nice,” he purred, as he stroked his finger over the top of her clit.

  Karina shivered from head to toe. Dropping her head back, she closed her eyes and moaned. She was so close. She could feel it building inside her—fighting to get free.

  “Open your eyes, kitten,” Brayden whispered. “Look at me.”

  Karina locked her gaze onto Brayden’s in the mirror. She wasn’t embarrassed. She wasn’t afraid. She only had a desire to please, to come, to feel him pleasuring her, to see him wanting her. Desire blazed in his eyes, heating her skin. His fingers continued to work her pussy, teasing her until she thought she might scream.

  He would come so close to that spot, only to move away, leaving her panting and tense. When he finally brushed over the top of her clit, then pinched, Karina exploded into a thousand pinpoints of light. Through it all, she kept her eyes on Brayden, never once looking away.

  As the throbs took hold, carried through her lower body and upward, she could see the approval, the desire in Brayden’s eyes, and it made her feel more beautiful than she’d ever felt before.

  Being with subs had always left her missing something. She’d gotten physical pleasure, but not much else. With Brayden, nothing was missing. She got everything she needed and more. Even some things she didn’t want.

  It would not be smart for her to fall in love with him. Not when she had no idea what was going through his mind, but how did she stop herself?

  She sagged against him and sighed, her whole body limp as a rag doll. He bent down and picked her up in his strong arms, an act that never failed to make her feel precious—which was something a sub had never been able to accomplish.

  He walked with her to the couch and sat down, cradling her gently on his lap.

  “I needed that,” she murmured into his neck.

  Brayden kissed the top of her head. “I know.”

  She ran her hand over his shirt, enjoying the softness beneath her fingers—a stark contrast to the hard muscle beneath.

  “Just so you know, kitten,” Brayden said, his voice strained. “I plan on fucking you at the club later.”

  Karina smiled and snuggled closer. She was hoping he would say that.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  “Do me a favor,” Delacroix said in her ear, completely surprising Karina to the point she actually squeaked.

  She spun around and glared at him. “Damn it! Don’t do that!”

  Janie and Gary, who stood next to her, both gasped in shock at her outburst. Submissives in this club did not raise their voice to Delacroix. They wouldn’t dare.

  Delacroix’s lips thinned. Karina got a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. “Did you just snap at me?”

  Karina’s mouth dropped open, but words failed her. When in Dom mode, a submissive did not snap at a Dom. She knew better, but it had slipped out without her meaning it to.

  “I’m sorry, Sir. You startled me,” she said, hoping that would appease him.

  He grasped her elbow in a hard grip that made her wince. Tugging her close to his side, he nodded to Janie and Gary. “If the two of you will excuse us, I think Karina needs a lesson in manners.”

  Gary nodded. Janie bit her lip, giving Karina a look of sympathy as Delacroix practically dragged her across the floor to where Brayden stood talking to four other Doms.

  “This actually works out perfectly,” Delacroix mumbled in her ear.

  “What?” she asked.

  “Hush, sub,” he said loudly. Karina didn’t miss the frown on Brayden’s face as they got closer. “I’m not feeling him. I need you and Brayden to do a scene to see if I can pick up on him again,” Delacroix said softly in her ear.

  “You had to pick a punishment scene?” she growled softly.

  “You snapped. So…”

  “Is there a problem?” Brayden asked as they came to a stop in front of him.

  “Your sub raised her voice at me,” Delacroix said. “I think she needs a lesson in how to talk to a Dom.”

  Brayden gave a nod, then scowled down at Karina. “What have I told you about that smart mouth of yours, sub?”

  Karina swallowed. “I said I was sorry.”

  “Not good enough,” Delacroix snapped.

  Biting at her lip, Karina began to worry about what Brayden would do as a punishment. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her, but still. The idea of being punished was enough to make her quake in her boots.

  “Since it was you she pissed off, Delacroix,” Brayden said. “What type of punishment did you have in mind?”

  Karina stiffened. No. No-no-no. Delacroix was a sadist. He was the last person she wanted picking her punishment. As though he knew what went through her mind, and truthfully, he probably did, he glanced down at her with a speculative expression.

  “She’s uncomfortable with anal, so bend her over the spanking bench, put in a large anal plug, and flog her ass. After she’s sufficiently striped, you can do whatever you want with her.”

  Karina’s mouth dropped open.

  “Do you want to be the one to flog her?” Brayden asked.

  “No. I’ll leave that to you.” He turned his gaze back to Brayden. “But I will watch.”

  Brayden nodded and took Karina’s elbow from his grasp.

  “You sick sadist,” she snarled at Delacroix.

  His lips twitched, and Karina didn’t miss the twinkle of amusement in his eyes. She understood his reasoning behind doing this, but did he have to suggest the plug? Her behind was sore enough as it was.

  Brayden dragged her over to the spanking bench and bent her over the padded leather top. As he strapped her wrists to the lower bar, he whispered in her ear. “What the hell did you do?”

  “He wanted us to do a scene. He’s hoping he’ll pick up another wave of emotion again.”

  Brayden nodded. “Got it.”

  He stood and walked around the bench, running his hand along her arm, shoulders, and back as he moved. His touch soothed her and she turned her head, laying her cheek against the soft leather as he bent and strapped her ankles to the legs of the bench.

  No cheap benches in this club. Only top of the line. She supposed if she was going to be spanked, she at least would get a comfortable spot for it.

  Brayden slapped her ass, startling her enough that she cursed. “Damn it, you son of a—”

  He slapped her again, this time harder, and she instantly shut her mouth. This was going to be bad enough. She didn’t want to make it any worse.

  His fingers kneaded her behind, spreading her cheeks and gently st
roking his thumb over her tight anal opening. Karina jerked slightly in a mixture of pleasure and anxiety.

  “I’m going to lube you really good, kitten,” Brayden murmured. “I know you’re still sore.”

  Karina nodded, and then swallowed. She glanced over at Delacroix and shot him a glare just for the hell of it. He grinned wickedly as though enjoying the discomfort he knew she would feel.

  Damn sadist.

  With gentle fingers, Brayden smeared lube around and inside her tight hole. Karina moaned as Brayden slid two fingers inside, gently stroking and coating her opening. Despite the discomfort, she felt a pang of desire begin to build inside her gut.

  God. Who knew she was so sick?

  Brayden removed his fingers and then set the head of his toy at her entrance. Karina braced herself, waiting for him to press it forward. Instead of just thrusting it in like she’d expected, he pushed it slowly forward, backing out just a tad before pushing deeper. The toy stretched her, filled her, rubbed against already sensitive nerve endings, making every inch of her skin burn. Even her pussy clenched at the feel of the thick plug inside her.

  After cleaning his hands, Brayden circled her vaginal opening with his thumb, teasing her. Her hips moved backward, trying to get him to touch her a little higher. She knew she was wet. She could feel it as he spread it with his thumb, coming so close but never actually touching her throbbing clit.

  She fisted her hands, trying so hard to fight the rising tide of lust that worked its way up her spine. She was a Domme. She shouldn’t like this, but she did. She liked it a lot.

  Just like the plug in her ass, it was too much, but at the same time, not enough.

  Brayden flipped the on button, making the plug vibrate against her walls. Karina groaned and felt the heat of a blush move over her cheeks. Squeezing her eyes closed, she tried not to stare at the faces around her. Tried not to think about the fact that he might be out there, watching her.

  Keep your mind on Brayden. Keep your mind on Brayden. Just Brayden.

  The first strike of the flogger against her ass made her flinch. He hadn’t hit her hard, but she hadn’t been expecting it. With her eyes closed, she couldn’t see Brayden behind her.

  He began a slow, steady rhythm, working the flogger up the back of her legs and over her hips before moving back down again. Like a crescendo, the licks would build in intensity, and then soften. Each time they built, they would become harder, the sting more intense as the leather brushed against her flesh.

  Without thinking, she tried to move her hips, straining toward the flogger. Unfortunately, the way she was positioned, she couldn’t move. She bit her lip in frustration and agonizing need. She wanted to press her legs together, to apply pressure to her clit. Right now, the nub felt as though it would explode at any second. The slightest touch would send her over the edge.

  Brayden continued with the flicks. Up and down. Hard and soft. Karina groaned and struggled against the restraints. God, she wanted to come, but couldn’t.

  The vibrations from the toy increased, making her gasp in shock. Brayden began to hit her harder, making her cry out as each flick of the leather intensified the burning hot waves of need coursing through her. She could feel the walls of her vagina tightening, her womb contracting with every slap of the flogger, with every vibration of the toy.

  It all suddenly became too much, and she screamed as every nerve ending in her body seemed to explode. Brayden continued to hit her and with every slap, the sting erupted into a ball of pleasure. She wanted to yell at him to stop, but she couldn’t catch her breath quickly enough.

  With the last of her throbs, she sagged against the bench and moaned. Wow, that was…She wasn’t sure what the hell that was.

  Brayden stepped up behind her and removed the plug from her ass. Karina thought he would let her up, but instead, he put his hands at her hips and pressed the head of his cock into her pussy. Karina moaned as he pushed his thick girth deeper. God, he was big, and the fullness when he filled her completely nearly sent her over the edge again.

  “Damn, that’s nice,” he said with a growl, and began to pump hard and deep.

  Karina moaned and tried to move with him. The restraints kept her locked down, completely at his mercy as he pounded into her over and over. He adjusted his hips, moving until he hit just the right spot with the head of his cock that made Karina cry out. He kept rubbing it, stimulating it, until everything went bright white.

  Karina scream loudly as pleasure snaked through her, slamming her hard over and over until there was nothing left. She sagged just as Brayden thrust deep, losing himself to his own release.

  Brayden sighed and glanced up at Delacroix, but he was no longer there. Had he felt something? Brayden had, that was for certain. Doing a scene with Karina was heaven. She felt so good, her walls so hot and tight around him.

  As much as he hated to, he pulled from her pussy and threw the condom in the trash. He fixed his pants then removed the restraints holding Karina in place. When he lifted her in his arms, she sagged against his chest like she’d been doing it forever.

  She felt so right there, and he never wanted to let her go. He just hoped he could convince her they belonged together. That, whether she wanted to admit it or not, she was a submissive. His submissive.

  He walked over to a quiet corner and sat down. “You okay, kitten?” he asked.

  “I don’t think I’ll ever walk again.”

  Brayden chuckled.

  “I’m going to kill that damn sadist the next time I see him.”

  Brayden moved her hair from her face so he could see her eyes. She still had them closed, so he put his finger under her chin and lifted it.

  Placing a soft kiss on her forehead, he whispered, “Look at me, kitten.”

  She opened her eyes and stared up at him with a mixture of confusion and sated submissive. Whatever he’d been about to say died in his throat as he looked at her. It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her he thought he was falling for her.

  “God, you’re adorable,” he murmured.

  Karina’s lips lifted into a soft smile and the pink that covered her cheeks deepened. He liked her like this. Vulnerable, sweet, soft. It was a Karina he didn’t get to see very often, but wanted to see more of.

  “If you go after Delacroix too hard, you may find yourself in yet another uncomfortable position. Only this time by his hand and not mine. And I’m not sure I wouldn’t have to kill him myself if that happened.”

  Karina snickered softly and nestled her head on his shoulder. “Do you see him anywhere?”

  Brayden dropped his hand to her leg and gently rubbed his palm up and down her thigh. “No. Maybe he’s working his way through the crowd.”

  “Maybe he didn’t feel anything.”

  “I’m sure he’ll come and tell us, whatever it is.”

  Delacroix turned a circle, staring at each man close enough to make eye-contact. He could feel him. He could feel his anger, his bitterness, his violent nature, but he still couldn’t pinpoint where he was.

  One thing Delacroix could tell was that the violence was directed at Karina. Both times she’d done a scene had brought the unsub’s anger to the forefront enough that Delacroix had picked up on it. But why couldn’t he tell where it was coming from?

  He’d always been able to tell before. This was the first time the emotion had been disembodied, as Karina had put it. It didn’t make any sense.

  “I know that look,” Josh said as he walked over and stood next to Delacroix. “What’s going on?”

  “I can feel him.”

  Josh began to look around. “Where is he?”

  “I don’t know. I can’t find him.”

  Josh sighed and took a sip of his drink. “It will come to you.”

  Delacroix shook his head. “I don’t know, Josh. This is different. I’ve never felt anything like this.”

  “Meaning?”

  “Meaning, there’s no substance to the emotion. There’s no b
ody attached. No visions, no impressions, no…nothing. It’s as though the emotion doesn’t really belong to the…the body.” Delacroix frowned as an idea came to him. “When someone has a split personality, the invading personality is an addition, so, to me, the emotion might come across as though it didn’t have a host.”

  Josh tilted his head. “I’m not sure I get you.”

  “What if the unsub has a split personality. What if the emotion I’m getting is coming from the personality that split off, the one that’s there to either protect or destroy, to do what the original personality can’t do on its own.”

  Josh nodded. “How are we going to tell who has a split personality?”

  Delacroix put his hands on his hips and sighed. He glanced back over at Brayden and Karina in the darkened corner. “We can’t, but maybe I can.”

  “How?” Josh asked.

  Delacroix turned his attention back to Josh. “Not sure yet.”

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Karina stepped into her hotel suite and tried to shake off the shiver of dread that held her in its grip. There were two FBI agents outside watching the hotel. Brayden was always close by. Nothing would happen to her here.

  She continued to reaffirm that to herself as she reached down and removed her high-heeled sandals. Her feet were killing her tonight, and so was the rest of her body.

  Not because Brayden had been rough, but because he’d spent the rest of the night after their punishment session teasing her. He touched her breasts, plucked her nipples, and even stroked her pussy. Not enough to make her come, but just enough to keep her body humming for more. Wetness still pooled between her legs. She wanted to have sex so bad, she couldn’t stand it.

  She held onto the back of the chair and lifted her leg to remove the other shoe.

  “Now that’s a nice view,” Brayden said from the doorway that separated their suites.

  He leaned casually against the doorframe, his black shirt open and showing off a tanned, muscular chest. Karina swallowed at the sexy sight of him.

  “Yours isn’t so bad either,” she said as she straightened and tossed her shoes to the couch.