by Anya Summers
Her chest tightened as she craned her neck, her gaze traveling over his impressive form clad in leather pants. Holy hotness, did he have a spectacular chest. Acres of muscles, covered with a fine dusting of black hair. It amazed her that he was a computer geek and not playing a professional sport.
At the shocked look in his yummy chocolate eyes, Kat thought she spied a flash of heat, which was gone in an instant and replaced with a bland expression. Ignoring Will, she turned her attention toward the others in their little foursome.
"Tobias, it's nice to see you again." She stood and held out her hand. Then she was the one surprised when Tobias pulled her into a bear hug.
"Glad you came, Kat. Lia's been dying for some non-male company. Where are you staying?"
"My company put us all up in these short term furnished apartments that aren't too far from the Music Center. They're passable, definitely not homey in the slightest."
"Feel free to visit our home in Burbank anytime," Tobias offered.
Warmth suffused Kat at being included in the tight knit inner circle of the DFC originals. She wondered if Declan had anything to do with it. Most likely, since he was always looking out for her even from across the globe. That man was the closest thing to a big brother that she had. "Thanks. I may just take you up on that."
"Babe, Kat has invited us to one of her shows. We can go, right?" Ophelia pleaded with Tobias sweetly, all but batting her eyelashes at him.
Tobias stared down at his little pregnant sub, and was a Dom clearly besotted. "I don't see why not, sweetness, especially if it earns me some brownie points."
Ophelia clapped and bounced a bit in her seat. "Yay. Now I just have to see if Lucy and Jesse can make it, too."
"That's very generous," Will injected himself into the conversation. His voice rumbled through Kat's body, making every molecule stand at attention. Why did her body have to respond to him? It didn't seem to understand the memo that the man wasn't interested.
Kat shrugged her shoulders. "It's not that big a deal. I normally never use my comp tickets."
And didn't that response make her sound like a pathetic loser. It was bad enough that he'd rejected her, but for her to clue him in that she was a woman without a real tribe… sheesh. She attempted to cover her blunder with a forced smile and said, "If you'd like a ticket to a show, I'd be happy to have one reserved for you at the box office, as well."
"Thanks, but I don't think I will have the time."
She stiffened and replied, "I understand. The offer is open if you change your mind."
"Sweetness, you up for the scene tonight?" Tobias said.
Ophelia sighed beside Kat. "Yep, as long as your daughter doesn't turn my bladder into a punching bag, I should be fine."
At the heated looked that passed between them, Kat felt a swift pang of jealousy. She'd never felt that bond with anyone. She'd had partners, Doms whom she spent time with in various cities as she traveled, but not one made her want to keep them. Nor had any of them felt a deep enough connection to really want to hold on to her. Tobias helped Ophelia up off the couch.
"I'll be back in a bit. Enjoy yourself," Ophelia tossed over her shoulder, leaving Kat alone with Will.
"Mind if I have a seat?" Will asked, gesturing to the vacant spot Ophelia's leaving had created.
"Knock yourself out," Kat replied. It was a free damn country, after all.
When his big body folded itself onto the leather couch beside her, her body all but purred at his nearness. Kat did her best to avoid looking at him. She needed to find a Dom to play with in spite of the fact that it was Will her body seemed hell bent on craving.
Dom after Dom passed by the couch with interested expressions on their faces at seeing her in her school girl uniform. Kat knew she had a good body, and had never been prudish about covering up. Hell, when you had to do a full costume change in under two minutes with cast members and stage crew all around you, there was no place for modesty. Except, when each Dom considered approaching her, they took one look at Will, reclining beside her like he owned the space, and scurried away.
Blast it all! This was not how tonight was supposed to proceed. She was supposed to be able to forget about their scorching kisses, find a Dom to play with, and maybe have a few orgasms while she was at it. Instead, her bones were transforming into putty at Will's nearness, and those pesky little eggs of hers were still screeching, we want Will.
"Could you leave?" she snapped when the fifth Dom took one look at Will and moved on. Really, how much was she supposed to withstand? Didn't he know it wasn't polite to sit next to a woman you've rejected and cock block her?
"Excuse me?" Will replied with a glare, clearly stunned at her words.
"Did I stutter, big guy? Look, I don't know why you seem hell bent on torturing me, but not a single Dom is going to play with me when they see you sitting here. So, not to be a bitch, but get lost."
The man only raised a dark slash of his brow in a sardonic fashion before responding, "I'm not leaving. If they aren't man enough to approach you while I'm here, you have no business being with them."
Of all the pig-headed Doms in the world, why had she been saddled with this one? She just wanted a night to enjoy herself, not have a verbal sparring match with a man who didn't want a thing to do with her—other than annoy her, it seemed. "What's it to you? I don't care who you think you are, but we," she gestured between them, "are not a thing. You made it perfectly clear in Scotland that you had no interest in me. Jesus, I don't even know why I'm talking to you. If you don't want to move, fine. I will. Have a great night, asshole."
The growl rumbling through his chest was the only warning she had before he yanked her onto his lap, her drink all but forgotten on the table. He hauled her over until her face was mere inches from his. Her hands instinctively went to his chest. When her palms connected with his flesh, at the feel of the soft whirls of hair and firmness of his pectorals, she groaned. He was kryptonite to her system. She should fight like hell to get away from him, but every molecule in her body turned to melted butter at his touch.
"That wasn't nice, Kat," he warned with a stern expression.
She rolled her eyes at him and tried to wriggle away, rather unsuccessfully, at that. "And you'll what, glare me to death? Will, for a Dom, you suck."
"That does it."
In a single move, he stood up still holding her, shifting her body until she was positioned over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. His large hand clamped against her thighs, holding her in place. "Just remember, you earned this, kitty cat."
Oh, thank goodness! She was finally going to get the discipline she craved. The fact that it would be Will doling it out was the icing on top of a delectable cake. She shuddered against him, using the excuse of her dangling position to wrap her arms around him. Anticipation rode high in her body as he carried her past the scene areas to the Dungeon and private rooms.
He smelled dark and sensual, with a hint of amber and some deeper notes that she couldn't place. Unable to hold back, she was so aroused her tongue darted out and she tasted his back. The only indication that he'd felt her lick was that his large hands gripping her thighs tightened slightly, and she had to restrain herself from squirming.
Will took her into a private room, shutting the door behind them before he placed her on her feet.
"Strip, and position yourself at the saw horse," he commanded, in a firm Dom voice that brooked no argument. The man didn't even know what her boundary lines were, but in that moment, she didn't care.
Kat craved discipline like some women craved chocolate. She wanted it, more importantly, she needed it, needed it to be rough and almost brutal to feel sexually satisfied. Her sex clenched in a series of fluttering contractions as she undid her blouse and removed her skirt, with her bra and panties following. When her hand went to the zipper at the top of her black, platform knee-high boots, Will said gruffly, "Leave the boots on."
"Yes, Sir."
Goosebumps broke
out over her skin and her nipples puckered in heady anticipation. Will had been busy while she had been removing her clothing. In this private room, there was a saw horse with red padded leather, a motorized fucking machine, and a leather chair in the same red coloring as the horse. She'd never used a machine before. Kat had seen them, of course, and had heard about them. Was that going to be her punishment?
"Come, kitty cat. Your punishment awaits." He patted the leather on the saw horse.
Kat wasted no further time and headed over to the horse. Her arousal was off the charts as she allowed Will to position her over the saw horse so that she was facing the red leather chair. He affixed her cuffs to a loop at the top of either horse leg. Then he moved, forcing her to spread her thighs before attaching Velcro restraints around her ankles.
She heard him behind her, poised, and ready for him to spank her into blissful satisfaction. And then Will shocked the hell out of her when his fingers stroked through her crease, parting the folds of her labia. She gasped at the zero to sixty lust that slammed into her system as he rammed two of his large digits inside her pussy. Her body clenched around him as he rocked his fingers back and forth, stretching the walls of her sheath.
"Your safeword is red, got it?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good." He abruptly withdrew his fingers in the same manner in which he had placed them inside her—with no preamble or warning. And then she felt the bulbous head of the extra-large dildo on the fucking machine being positioned at the entrance to her pussy.
"Now, the objective of this discipline session is that you do not have permission to come until I permit it. Understood?"
Holy smokes! He planned to torture her sexually. "Yes, Sir."
And then the lubricated dildo penetrated her tight channel, slowly at first, stretching her, before he increased the speed to near pulverizing. She whimpered as the machine thrust relentlessly. Kat focused on her breathing, attempting to control herself as pleasure pulsed in her body, and ignore the fierce pounding of the dildo as it slammed inside her pussy. The moans flew out of her mouth with every thrust of the machine. She couldn't help it, she liked sex on the rough side, and her body was on fire. Then Will prowled into her line of sight and reclined in the red leather chair. He watched the machine fuck her with a hooded expression clouding his face and a bulge in his leather pants that made her mouth water.
She imagined it was him pounding inside her with such brutal force and not the motorized dildo. Kat instantly regretted that train of thought as the man in question undid his leather stays and withdrew his massive erect cock. Will had the biggest penis she'd ever seen, completely proportional to his size. Long, thick, and stiffly erect. The head glistened with a pearlescent drop of pre-cum that had her licking her lips. The thought of that glorious length inside her was almost too much to handle. She panted and tried to squirm away as she felt her release building while the dildo slammed inside her with the force of a battering ram.
She moaned as Will stroked his cock, fisting it. She strained in her bonds, wishing she could touch him, could feel that length sliding inside her. His dark chocolate eyes had turned black as his desire rose, for her.
Her body felt like it was coming apart at the seams and reforming itself with every virulent thrust of the fucking machine.
"Please, Sir. Please let me come," she babbled as need overrode any semblance of dignity.
"Not yet, kitty cat. I do not give you permission," he uttered darkly, as he masturbated for her viewing pleasure.
She whimpered, she strained. She panted. She counted numbers. She repeated the different movements of her dance as Queen Tatiana. And all the while, she couldn't get past the image of him fondling his firm member.
"Sir, please," she begged as her desire spiraled higher.
Will stood and approached, making her insides clench around the pounding thrusts of the machine. His huge erection bobbed as he walked toward her and made her lick her lips. "You need something to take your mind off it, kitty cat. Open wide."
He nudged her mouth with the head of his cock. Kat needed no further urging. She'd wanted to taste him since they'd met in Scotland. As she opened her mouth, she realized Will was past the point of gentle intrusion and pistoned his length inside, tapping the back of her throat with violent force. Kat moaned with her mouth full of his cock, reveling in his salty sweet taste. He was so gigantic, he stretched her mouth almost painfully. His hands threaded into her hair and he held her head in position as he pumped his hips, thrusting his cock inside her mouth in rapid succession just as the fucking machine hammered in her pussy.
It was a heady sensation. Sucking his member while a machine gave her such a rigorous fucking. The dual penetration made her wonder what it would be like to experience triple penetration. She whimpered and keened around his member.
Will's cock lengthened and swelled, she knew he was close to climaxing. She wanted him to orgasm in her mouth, wanted to taste his seed. One of his hands released her head and traveled to her breast. He cupped the mound, pinching the nipple harshly between his thumb and forefinger. Lightning volts of pleasure arced from her nipple to her pussy, which quivered and clenched around the thrusting dildo.
If Will hadn't been holding her head in place, she wouldn't be able to hold it upright any longer. When he pinched her engorged, swollen nipple a second time, he commanded in a dark voice suffused with hunger, "Come, kitty cat."
He slammed his hips in swift sequence as her body splintered around the dildo and came apart. Her screams of ecstasy were muffled by his cock erupting and firing hot jets of cum into her mouth.
"Ahhh," Will thundered as his climax hit.
Kat swallowed every drop, exulting in the salty flavor of him. He kept thrusting until his cock stopped lurching and his orgasm subsided. Just as he withdrew his cock from her mouth, the dildo plunged inside her battered pussy and she came apart as another orgasm rocketed through her body. Every nerve ending exploded in her system as ecstasy tore through her.
Kat keened as her frame shuddered and her sex spasmed.
Will shut off the fucking machine and withdrew the dildo from her pussy. Kat hadn't been so well used in far too long. She hung limply over the saw horse, resting against the leather padding as her legs and body quaked in satisfaction. If she had expected anything to happen tonight when she came to Dungeon Pleasures, this was not it—nor did she regret a single minute of it. Curiously, though, Will hadn't spanked her for her infraction. But she was too elated over the double orgasms to entirely care about his method of punishment. Even though her body craved the discipline, she was certain it would happen another time.
Kat felt Will move around behind her, cleaning up after their interlude. He wiped a warm, moist wash cloth between her thighs, cleaning up any residual lubricant and her cum. And then he undid her restraints against the saw horse. She would have slid to the floor if he hadn't been there to scoop her up. Will conveyed her to the chair, gently setting her down, and helped her dress. The man who had moments ago so fiercely fucked her mouth, was giving her the sweetest aftercare known to man.
He handed her a bottle of water.
"Drink," he ordered.
She gulped the water down, staring in his enigmatic eyes that gave nothing away. Why hadn't he spanked her for the infraction? Any other Dom would have, instead he had given her two yummy orgasms. It didn't make sense. But what surprised her the most was that she still felt so needy that she wanted to feel his length pounding inside her and making her scream.
He helped her to her feet, her legs wobbling a bit. What a night!
"Where are you parked? I'll get you to your car."
"I need to call for an Uber." She tottered as she stood and dug into her purse for her phone.
Will snorted. "Not gonna happen. Come with me."
He clamped a hand around her wrist, pulling her out of the private room.
"Will, where are you taking me?" she asked when he ushered her in the opposite direction from t
he club entrance. Kat had to trot to keep pace with his long legged stride.
"To my car. I'll get you home." He gave her a once over glance that held a world of meaning.
True to his word, he led her out of a hidden rear exit to a small lot in the back with a garage. He helped her inside his vehicle, shutting her car door before trudging around to the driver's side.
As he backed out, she closed her eyes, instinctually knowing he had it all under control, that he would take care of it, of her, like he was her Dom. Warmth bubbled in her chest at that thought and she squelched the ray of hope. Kat couldn't get ahead of herself when it came to Will, it had been a punishment session because she had been mouthy and disrespectful. If that was what it took to get the man's attention, she'd have to turn into an undisciplined sub just so she could experience more of his 'punishment' more frequently. With that last thought, she smiled a yawn at the unusual twist to the end of her long day.
Chapter Five
Will's fingers fumbled over the code on his keyboard as the image of Kat strapped to the saw horse bloomed in his memory. Just the recollection of it made him as hard as rock. The woman was a fucking goddess. Petite, yet supple in all the right places. She had the most delectable ass he'd ever seen; perfectly formed, taut, and it made him wonder if her porcelain skin would redden and flush with a well-placed spank to her derrière. He wanted to master her, make her submit to him on every level possible.
He'd love nothing more than to sink himself into that gorgeous pussy of hers, or her puckered rosette, but he was three times her size. And his dick was larger than most, so surely a behemoth like himself would end up harming her delicate form—completely unintentionally, of course. He was the bull in the china shop. Will couldn't be trusted with things that were easily breakable, like women. It was why he was building his virtual reality gaming system. He had not had a permanent Dom/sub relationship since Sonya.