by Mari Carr, Red Phoenix, Angel Payne, Sierra Cartwright, Jenna Jacob, Victoria Blue
The scene he’d just had with Avery meant a lot to him. He’d vowed he wouldn’t play with a sub who wouldn’t be honest. And maybe he was demanding more from her because of it.
With considerably more force than he had been using, Cole crisscrossed her body, using complete strokes, wrapping the strands around her, from her thighs to her buttocks to her waist.
She gripped the sides of the armoire, but her muscles were relaxed. Her breaths were rhythmic and deep. For her, he saw, this wasn’t punishment.
Avery moaned as he caught her shoulder with the tip of a strand.
Her skin turned pink from his blows, and he noticed that her knees were starting to buckle a little. “We’re not done yet.” He gave her another two-dozen strokes, some of his best.
She swayed, but didn’t make a protest.
“You’re not getting turned on from your punishment, are you?” They both knew she was.
“Sir. I… Yes.”
He paused for a moment, flogger at his side, while he fingered her.
Cole threaded his hands into her hair to turn her head to one side. Unable to resist, he kissed her, cradling her head in his palm. He was tender, more than he’d ever been with a sub. But there was something about her surrender that got to him as a man, not just a Dom.
She tasted of honesty, of the finest champagne, of compliance. Her mouth was soft, her tongue yielding.
And because he loved her response, Cole pulled away from her and shook his head to clear it. To him, a kiss was incredibly intimate. He didn’t kiss women unless he was in a relationship or was trying to woo her into one. So what the hell was he thinking?
Reminding himself that she only wanted one night, he looked her in the eyes, past the fucking annoying mask. “Now…now you can suck my cock.”
Cole helped her turn around, and he put his hand on top of her head to force her down onto her knees.
She appeared to be in a stupor, from endorphins, from confusion, and he savored it. There was nothing sexier than a woman in the throes of sexual arousal.
“Since you used your hands earlier without permission, put your hands behind your neck and open your mouth.” He stroked himself a couple of times while she did as she was told.
She swirled her tongue around his cockhead then began to lick, pressing her tongue against the underneath.
He curled a fist around his dick to control how much she took and gave her more. “Open wider, sub.” Beneath her mask, he saw her green eyes water as he went deeper. If her mascara ran, so much the better. He held the back of her head so she couldn’t escape.
Properly responsive, she choked on him but didn’t pull away, taking everything he offered and continuing to move her tongue and suck.
“Enough.” He captured her chin with his hand.
When he pulled away, she didn’t even try to wipe her mouth. Instead, she looked up with eyelashes fringed with tears. “Sexy. Fucking sexy,” he said. “On the bed.”
He helped her to stand. Then before she could walk past him, he put a hand on her shoulder to stop her.
“Sir?”
Cole reached for his shirt, and he used the bottom of it to clean her mouth.
“I actually liked it, Sir,” she said.
His cock pulsed in demand, and he knew she’d noticed it. “On the bed.” His voice was gruffer than he’d ever heard it.
She sat on the edge of the mattress while he collected the bowtie from his suit coat.
“Give me your wrists,” he instructed. “Since you like to use your hands without permission, this will prevent that.” He tied her wrists together with his bowtie. The material was slick, and it would open with the slightest effort, but his intent wasn’t to secure her. It was to remind her to do as he wanted.
He tipped her back as he said, “Spread your legs.”
Though she was already aroused, Cole stroked her pussy.
Wordlessly, he played with her, fingered her, even as he pumped his cock in his left hand. “Are you ready for me?”
“I am. Yes, Sir.”
He said nothing.
She lifted her head off the mattress as best as she could, seeking his gaze. “I’m asking. Please put your dick in me, Sir.”
Grateful there had already been turn-down service, he moved her to the middle of the bed with her arms over her head.
He took a minute to lave her nipples with attention, tormenting them, causing her to lift her hips from the bed.
“I’m so ready to come, Sir.”
“Are you?” He hoped he sounded nonchalant because in truth he was anything but.
With his knee, he forced her legs farther apart. Then because her pussy was so red and swollen, he slapped it hard.
She screamed, and he leaned over her, placing his cock at her opening and capturing her cry with his mouth.
He devoured her, and she thrashed about. Sexily, her pussy drenched his cock as he slid in.
Cole tried to soften the kiss, but she met his tongue thrust for thrilling thrust. He’d encouraged her to ask for what she wanted. She responded with a demand. He wasn’t sure he’d ever experienced anything this real.
He pulled back, and she moaned, a plaintive sound he silenced with his mouth.
Her moan became a whimper as he fucked her with short, fast strokes designed to drive her mad.
She moved with him. He looked down at her in time to see her close her eyes.
His sub struggled against the makeshift bondage and turned her head to the side, breaking their kiss.
“Master Cole, I want to come.”
“You don’t need permission.” He reached between them to press her engorged clit. “Now.”
She cried out his name as she came, clenching his cock with her internal muscles.
Cole ground his back teeth together to fight off his orgasm. He’d never been with a woman as exquisite as Avery, and the struggle was more than he’d anticipated. He had to dig deep, into his military training to find a thought that would distract him.
He pulled out a little, regrouping.
When she looked at him, he stroked into her again.
“I didn’t know it could be so good.”
Big, strong, tough, hardened Dom that he was, he had no fucking idea how to admit that he hadn’t know, either. Instead he told her, “The night is ours.”
Her eyes were wide. “Stop hiding?” He touched the top of her mask and traced one of the delicate lines.
She turned her head to escape him.
Cole sighed, telling himself that her comfort mattered more than his need to make her reveal her name and take off the mask. Even though it went against his better instincts, he mentally he renewed his promise to allow her anonymity for the rest of the night.
This time as he fucked her, he set a more leisurely pace so he could prolong her pleasure.
“I need to touch you,” she said.
“You can get out of that tie any time.”
“We both know that’s not the point, Sir.”
“I’m delighted you’ve realized that.” He clamped a hand on her delicate wrists.
“I learned my lesson earlier, Sir. They’ll stay where they are until you say otherwise.”
He could fuck this delectable woman all night long.
With long, penetrating strokes, he slid in and out of her, ignoring the demanding fullness in his balls. He wanted a connection with her, and damn it, he was going to have it. “Look at me. I want to see your eyes.”
There was something incredibly powerful about compelling a submissive to meet his gaze. But when his little sub did, he wondered who was truly enslaved by whom. He wanted her as badly as she obviously wanted him.
He fucked her tight channel, and she sighed.
For minutes, he continued to watch her reactions. As she became more aroused, she blinked less often and she opened her mouth a little. Her lipstick had already been worn off by their passion. Her compliance was so damn beautiful.
Primal urges finally ob
literated his restraint, and he began to fuck her in earnest.
Whatever he gave, this woman accepted, hard and fast, short and sweet, leisurely and prolonged.
It unraveled his self-control.
He moved them both so she was half on her side, a leg on top of his, giving him leverage to penetrate deeper.
Then, because he wanted to, he plucked the knot from the bowtie.
Instantly she grabbed him, holding his shoulders, wrapping herself around him.
Though he liked having his woman properly restrained as a way to remind them both of the overarching nature of their relationship, he enjoyed the feel of her hands desperately seeking him.
She curved her body into the shape of a gentle bow, inviting him in farther. Obligingly, he filled her heated pussy.
“I love this,” she said. “Fuck me hard, Sir.”
He gave what she so politely asked for, one hand tangling in her hair, the other pressed flat against her buttocks to prevent her from moving far.
Her pussy muscles squeezed him tight. He fisted his hands to hold off a longer, wanting her to climax first.
“Sir!”
“Come.”
She screamed, clenching, coming, grabbing him.
He savored each second, enjoying the fact he could satisfy his sub.
Only when she was whimpering his name did he allow himself to ejaculate in long, satisfying spurts.
Cole Stewart was a sexual man. He masturbated at least once a day, and most times, more. But there was no feeling that matched coming inside a responsive woman.
He couldn’t get enough of her.
When he was finished, he framed her face between his palms. “You’re magnificent…” He barely stopped himself from using her name.
“That was hot, Sir. Can we do it again?”
“You’ll be the death of me.” Suddenly he didn’t mind dying.
* * *
Avery had never been much of a snuggler, but she didn’t object when he returned to the bed after throwing away the condom and pulled her against his naked body. He didn’t ask; he just wrapped her up in comfort. She lay next to him, beneath his strong arm, hearing the reassuring beat of his heart.
She was glad she’d approached him earlier this evening. Their time together had been everything she could have imagined.
The only problem was much the same as the one she had with staying at the Nyte. It was difficult to go back to the regular world. She’d scened with a number of Doms. None had been as serious about BDSM as he was. Master Cole seemed to understand the finer emotional component that many others missed. To her, it was about more than just kinky sex or having her butt beat at occasional parties. She wanted the mindfuck and escape. Wanted someone who understood her…or more precisely, the person she yearned to be.
He trailed his fingers down her arm. “How does your body feel?”
“My pussy aches,” she admitted.
“Good. And the rest of your body from the flogging?”
“Amazing.” He’d wielded the leather strands with confidence.
“Oh?”
“Fishing for compliments?” She turned to face him. “You know you’re good.”
His face was shadowed with a midnight-dark stubble that appealed to her. Though his jaw was strong, his smile was transformative.
How many layers are there to this Dom?
“Just making sure I take care of my woman.”
The words poured heat through her. His woman. She liked the sound of that, wished it were true. “I liked it more than any other flogging I’ve received. You’re a master at it.”
“Go on.”
Despite her teasing, his tone sounded genuinely interested.
“The way you started told me I could trust you. And by the time you hit me harder and faster, I was ready. I think on some level I was aware that it hurt, but I didn’t really feel it.” Even to her, that statement made no sense, but he nodded as if he clearly understood. “You could have continued a lot longer, and it would have been fine with me.”
He nodded. “You’ve still got a caning to go.”
She froze. “Master Cole.”
“When you’re ready,” he amended. “As long as it’s within the next five minutes.”
“I…” An image of him with Gia went through Avery’s mind, his tenderness, the indomitable force of his will.
“Bring it to me when you’re ready.”
“I’m nervous,” she admitted.
“And?” He arched eyebrows.
She blew out a breath. “You seem supremely unconcerned.”
“I am. I’m looking forward to seeing marks on your thighs and buttocks. If you’re fortunate, you’ll feel them for some time.”
Leaving the comfort of his arms was one of the more difficult things she’d done.
Without being instructed, she crawled to the armoire and took down the cane.
“Your vibrator also.” He climbed from the bed.
She rummaged through her purse until she found the small egg and its remote control then returned to him.
Cole pulled his trousers on, and there was something illicit about her Dom being dressed while she was nude.
From her knees a few feet in front of him, she turned her palms up and offered both toys to him.
“I want you bent over the bed. Do you need to be restrained?”
That offer was a small mercy, and she appreciated it. She was honest when she said, “Whatever you prefer, Sir.”
“In that case, no. I want your ass in the correct position because you want this as badly as I do.”
Her mouth dried.
“Spread your legs as far apart as possible.”
Fighting her nerves, she went to the bed and draped herself across the mattress and turned her head to watch him.
He put the bullet in his mouth to lubricate it then pressed it against her swollen pussy. She moaned and swayed, allowing it to slip inside her.
Using the remote control, he turned it on to a slow, frustrating pulse. She generally went straight to the highest setting.
“How’s that?”
She wrinkled her nose. “Irritating more than anything.”
“Distracting?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. I’ll give you more when I’m ready.”
It pulsed again, and she felt it in her belly. “Now’s a good time.”
The dastardly man laughed. “I’m sure it is. Close your legs please.”
When the vibe pulsed again, she moved her hips, trying to stimulate her clitoris. Having her thighs together increased the sensations and prevented her from getting any friction. “This is borderline mean.”
“Nothing borderline about it, sub.” He rubbed her skin.
She squeezed her muscles, dreading the horrid stripes that would follow.
Undaunted, he covered her ass cheeks and thighs with a dozen blazing slaps.
By the time he caught her with the first light smack from the cane she was ready to climb out of her mind.
He gave her numerous taps that she figured were designed to increase her resistance and pain threshold. She wasn’t stupid enough to think he was going to continue to be so gentle.
Suddenly the vibration inside her cunt increased. She murmured in protest.
“Ready?”
Before she responded, he cut into her upper thigh with a brutal strike that only the cane could deliver.
She hissed.
“I take it you felt that one?” He turned the dial.
A long pulse went through her only to gently fade to nothing. “I hate that setting.”
“Because?”
Avery struggled for words. Was it possible for him to understand something she’d never tried to articulate? “It feels as if I’m being wound up. When I reach the pinnacle, ready for more, it’s gone.”
“Ah.”
He made no move to change it, even though she expected that he would. “Sir?”
“I told you to a
sk.”
She nodded.
“I never promised to give into you. I said you will receive everything you need.”
“That’s fucked-up semantics.” And not for the first time.
“Dominance and submission.” He marked her again.
Avery buried her head into the mattress to ensure she didn’t scream.
“Take it.” Cole laid another nasty stripe above the first.
She exhaled.
The third felt vicious. Combined with the whirling inside her pussy, she couldn’t relax.
“Settle in.”
Easy for him to say when it wasn’t his ass in the air waiting for the evil rattan to be delivered.
Avery heard an intimidating whistle as the rattan sliced the air before it landed on her right buttock. She swayed to the side, and he increased the torment inside her, making her forget the pain.
He moved onto her left cheek, searing it.
In her experience, there was nothing like the cane. It humbled. Its sharp, radiating pain went deep and didn’t dissipate as fast as a flogger’s. To her, it went on and on, worse for a long time before it got better.
But the vibrator changed her relationship with it, helping her disassociate.
“Six more,” he encouraged.
She’d be lucky to take two.
“Unclench your fingers, sub. Just relax.”
Avery hadn’t realized she’d grabbed the sheet, wadding it desperately in her fists. It took all of her concentration to release her grasp.
“Don’t fight. Breathe. It is what it is. In and out.”
She nodded.
This time, he placed one beneath her butt cheeks in that tender, perfect strike zone.
“Damn.”
He massaged the skin he’d tormented, and she felt her muscles soften, allowing her to take more.
“Where would you like the next?”
“I wouldn’t.”
“Slow? Red?”
She exhaled. “No.” She knew she’d be proud of herself for getting through this. “On my ass cheeks?”
“That’s what I was hoping you’d say.”
He laid one on her, and she gulped back a cry.