by M. S. Parker
Pain that immediately went to my already hard cock. It brought out the monster in me.
“Make me submit, Dominic.”
Staring into her pale eyes, I felt the siren’s call of her words.
Mark me.
Bruise me.
I wanted it so badly that it hurt. “Are you certain you know what you’re asking for?”
“No.” The words were soft, almost ragged, her eyes direct. “But I sure as hell want to learn.”
I dragged my hand down the front of her shirt, the other still tangled in her hair. I cranked that wrist, holding her head at an angle that had to be uncomfortable. Lowering my mouth to her neck, I raked my teeth across the exposed arch.
I used the other to drag her shirt up.
I sought out one hard, pebbled nipple and I pinched it, squeezing until she whimpered.
“That’s the noise I plan on hearing from you. Over and over. I want to hear you whimpering. Begging. Moaning.”
I plucked her nipple again and felt her roll her hips toward me.
“And I won’t let you come. Not for a long, long time.”
Lifting my head, I stared into her clouded eyes. My whole body was thrumming. I'd never needed anything this badly before.
“When I do, you will be all but ready to die, just for that release.” I had to be sure. I couldn't do this if she wasn't, no matter how much I wanted it. “Are you certain?”
She breathed out my name and then demanded, “Will you just do it already?”
Chapter 14
Aleena
The first time I’d seen the bed, I’d thought something was weird about it.
I hadn’t been able to figure it out for a while and when I finally had, it was because I’d seen Dominic and another woman…using a similar bed.
Now I was bound to this bed, my face away from him.
I was naked.
I could feel him staring at me.
So far, he hadn’t touched me other than to secure my bound wrists to the hoop on the bedpost.
I was terrified.
I was aroused.
“Dominic—”
Something came down on my ass and I twisted, crying out in shock. Shocked pain, followed by heat, flooded through me.
What the hell—
Something soft stroked across the side of my breast. “It’s a whip. A cat o nine tails, or a cat,” Dominic murmured in my ear. “This one is soft, just a few strips of leather mixed in the fur. I’ve got one that’s all leather. I can make it hurt…I can make it whisper soft.”
“You…” I swallowed. “You said you didn’t do pain, Domin…sir.”
“There’s pain and there’s pain, Aleena.” He bit down on my earlobe. “What you felt, did it hurt?”
My ass stung. But at the same time, I wanted more. There was something deep inside me that craved what he gave me. “It hurt, but...”
“You want more,” he finished for me. He stood and put his hand on my shoulder, pressing me back down onto the bed. He trailed the soft strips across my ass.
My eyes closed. “Yes.”
“Now, I want you to be silent. If you talk, I won’t let you come at all tonight.”
I almost told him he was crazy, but I had the feeling he was serious.
Mentally, I braced myself. I wouldn’t talk.
I hoped.
He brought the cat down again and I made a strangled sound, but it wasn't an actual word, so I really hoped it didn't count.
Again. Twice more, and my skin was on fire.
“I think your ass has had enough.”
I almost breathed a sigh of relief, but then he spoke again.
“Let's try something new.”
He grabbed my hips and flipped me over. I gasped as my ass came in contact with the silk sheets.
“Remember, no talking.” The leather and fur ghosted over my breasts and my body tightened. “The only word you're allowed to say is your safe word.”
No chance of that.
Then he brought the cat down on my breast.
Fuck. I shivered. It hadn't been hard, but definitely more intense than my ass.
He did the other breast this time.
My nipples puckered.
Left, then right.
Heat gathered in my pussy.
Again. And again.
My nipples were throbbing, riding that border between pleasure and pain.
“Spread your legs.”
I did and then I almost screamed because this time, the cat reached between my legs, smacking against my lower lips. My mouth opened, but nothing came out but air because he was bringing the cat down again.
And…well, maybe it didn’t matter if I made any noise or not now, because it slapped against my clitoris and I came.
I came hard and I came fast, everything going white.
But I didn’t make a noise.
When it ended, Dominic was supporting me with one arm around my waist, his lips against my brow. Although his words were stern, I heard a smug smile in them. “I guess I wasn’t clear. I thought you were told not to come.”
He cupped my chin and drew my face around until I was looking at him. He raised his eyebrow and I opened my mouth to argue. Then, catching myself, I pressed my lips together and glared at him. My heart raced and I wanted to laugh when he grinned at me. Some of the shadows had faded from his face already. Even without the amazing orgasm, the pain I'd felt would've been worth it.
If my arms had been free, I would have grabbed onto him and held on tight.
But he stroked my face and murmured, “You can answer the question, Aleena. But only that.”
“I don’t recall you telling me I couldn’t come, sir. And if you didn’t want me to come, then you shouldn’t have made me.” I said it all very fast.
He chuckled, his eyes shining. Slowly, his arm fell away. “Okay, sweet. This time…don’t come. And don’t make a noise.”
***
I wasn’t sure how much more I could take.
Time had lost all meaning and I was now keeping track by how many climaxes he’d denied me.
Five.
Five times he’d brought me to edge and then taken me away.
I was no longer bound to the hoop at the end of the bed that let him twist and turn me. There was no moving this time.
I was tied spread-eagle and facedown, with some sort of wedge under my hips.
And…
I bit my lip to keep from moaning as he pushed a large dildo inside me.
It was larger than he was.
I knew this because he’d told me. Had even given me specific measurements.
“I’ll have to go slow,” he said, kneeling behind me. He’d slicked it with lube and I knew that because he’d told me. He at least was telling me everything he was doing, so it didn't catch me off guard. “If I don’t, I’ll hurt you and I don’t want that.”
Slow was torture.
I felt every excruciating nuance and when he had it nestled completely inside me, he brought the flat of his hand down on my ass and I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming. My arms were actually shaking and I was pretty sure my fingernails were cutting into my palms.
“Now I want you to ride the cock, Aleena.”
Confused, I froze. How was I supposed to...?
He stretched out next to me, his back against the headboard. He used one hand to push my hair away. “Ride it,” he said again.
Slowly, I moved my hips. It didn't really move without any leverage.
“That’s it.” The words were almost a growl.
It was awkward and slow and under his watchful gaze, I felt…embarrassed. But as his eyes slid over me, I didn't see anything but pure lust.
The dildo shifted, pressing against a spot inside me. I unwittingly whimpered.
My gaze flew to his.
He responded with a hard slap on my ass, that made me press my lips down even harder, but said nothing.
Then he reached for the zipper on his t
rousers.
I watched mesmerized as he pulled himself free and started to stroke himself. I almost forgot to move, but his eyes narrowed and I moved my hips again.
The fat, swollen head of his cock disappeared inside his fist, only to reappear a moment later.
“Do you like watching me do this?” he asked.
I nodded, and then something happened. I twisted slightly to get a better view and the edge of the dildo pressed against the bed, giving me unexpected leverage. My eyes widened as it moved inside me. Oh, fuck.
“That’s good. I like watching you fuck that dildo. I’m thinking I’d like to see you take my cock in your mouth while you ride it.”
I swallowed, remembering the weight of him on my tongue.
“Not tonight, darling.” His lips crooked up in a smile. “Someday, I think I’d like to see you take my cock in your ass too.”
I shivered.
Now his eyes went dark, locked on my face. “Have you ever thought about that, Aleena? Having a man’s dick in your ass?”
I shook my head as heat tripped up and down my spine. My asshole twitched. I was going to explode. Jerking on the bonds that held me in place, I twisted around the dildo. Watching him touch himself, hearing him talk, I didn't care what he said. I needed to come.
He laughed softly, reading it on my face. “You’ll think about it now, won’t you?”
Hell, yes.
He moved then and I barely had time to process it as he pulled the dildo from me, the move so abrupt and savage, it left me reeling…and empty.
Then he filled me.
His long, hard body crushed me into the bed. His teeth sank into my neck as he wedged his hand between me and the mattress, his fingers unerringly seeking out my clit as he pounded his cock into me from behind. I could barely breathe and every nerve in my body was on fire. My eyes were squeezed shut, tears rolling down my cheeks as I fought against the impending inferno.
“You can come now, Aleena. My good, beautiful girl…come now.”
He pinched my clitoris, bit me again and I came in an explosion of pure pleasure. When I felt him throb inside me, I couldn't stop myself from calling out his name.
It didn't hit us until a few minutes later, when our breathing finally slowed and our pulses returned to normal, that he hadn’t worn a condom.
We came out of the shower thirty minutes later, clean but not having spoken. We went into the kitchen first and he poured us each a glass of wine before we went into the living room. I sat next to him on the couch and we each took a drink.
“So...that happened.” He set down his glass and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me against him.
I felt a stab of guilt even though I'd been tied up at the time. Literally. “I’m sorry. I know how you feel…”
He silenced me with a kiss and then held me close, his gaze going over my head. “If it was anybody but you, I never would have forgotten. It’s never been an issue.” He turned his face into my hair and whispered, “What are you doing to me, Aleena?”
I didn’t know how to answer because I didn't know what he was doing to me either. I'd never thought I could feel this way about someone.
Instead of trying to explain and risking making things awkward, I slid my hand up and down his arm. “Based on, well, that, I'm guessing things didn’t go well at your mother’s.”
He stiffened and for a moment, I thought he’d pull away.
But then he relaxed and from the corner of my eye, I watched as he wrapped a strand of my hair around his finger. “I guess you could say that. They didn’t go well. At all.”
I might have said something else, but then the phone rang.
Frowning, I glanced at it.
It was almost eleven.
“Ignore it,” Dominic said, tugging me back against him. His mouth brushed against mine and his arms tightened. “I’m thinking about rewarding you for doing so well on your first lesson.”
My heart jumped a little. “Really?” I was sore, but I still wanted him.
He smiled.
So did I.
And then we heard the voice coming over the answering machine as the caller left a message.
“Dominic…it’s Penelope. I just wanted to thank you for an amazing dinner.”
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About The Authors
MS Parker
M. S. Parker is a USA Today Bestselling author and the author of the Erotic Romance series, Club Privè and Chasing Perfection.
Living in Southern California, she enjoys sitting by the pool with her laptop writing on her next spicy romance.
Growing up all she wanted to be was a dancer, actor or author. So far only the latter has come true but M. S. Parker hasn’t retired her dancing shoes just yet. She is still waiting for the call for her to appear on Dancing With The Stars.
When M. S. isn't writing, she can usually be found reading– oops, scratch that! She is always writing.
Cassie Wild
Cassie Wild loves romance. Every since she was eight years old she’s been reading every romance novel she could get her hands on, always dreaming of writing her own romance novels.
When MS Parker approached her about co-authoring the Serving HIM series, it didn’t take Cassie many seconds to say a big yes!!
Serving HIM is only the beginning to the collaboration between MS Parker and Cassie Wild. Another series is already in the planning stages.