I Will Not Beg

by Cherise Sinclair

  Gripping her chin, he kissed her roughly even as he reached underneath her torso to play with a compressed, dangling breast. He could feel the shiver that ran through her.

  * * *

  Oh God, oh God. Sir Ethan was kissing her, his lips firm, his tongue demanding, even as he teased her poor throbbing breasts that the ropes had compressed into tight globes. As he rolled her nipples between his fingers, the sensation was so painfully glorious that she moaned.

  He chuckled—and tugged at the aching peaks.

  Her attempt to wiggle made her rock slightly, only slightly. She wouldn’t be moving much—and the knowledge that she was tied with her pussy and ass so exposed just made her hotter.

  “Now, we’re going to play.” His smile flashed, making her heart turn over. “I’m going to try to make you come—and you’re going to try not to come. If you do, my reward is I get to spank you on the ass five times.”

  Her body froze as fear slid through her and disappeared almost as fast. Because he was watching her face, his gaze…understanding. Yet firm. He’d spanked her a couple of times before. Once for punishment, once for fun. Both times, she wasn’t sure if she’d liked it or not; the memories of old pain hadn’t released her enough to relax. “Um. So what’s my reward, Sir?”

  He chuckled. “That forbidden orgasm would be your reward, don’t you think?”

  Probably. An orgasm was really high on her list of things to do right this moment. Only…he’d spank her.

  When he took out a wand vibrator and plugged it in, her eyes widened. “Sir, that’s cheating.”

  His smile grew. “It is, isn’t it?”

  Holding the wand, he added an attachment—a short dildo that stuck up from a U-shaped curve. He moved behind her and set the bumpy dildo at her entrance. As it slid inside, she felt the ends of the U-shape putting pressure on both her clit and anus.

  As the vibrator came on, it vibrated…everything. Her G-spot, her clit, even her anus, all at the same time. Oh God. Her butt went up, her back arching. And…no, no, fight it.

  Useless. The pressure grew and grew, forcing her right to the peak with nothing she could do. It felt so good, so amazing. Unable to hold back, she came, pleasure singing in her veins…even as she gasped, “You-you-you bastard.”

  “Oh, little subbie…” He made a tsking sound and pulled the wand away and turned it off. “I can’t believe you came that quickly. I’m not sure you even tried to hold out.”

  As he knelt beside her hip, his rough palm massaged her buttocks. “You know, poppet, by the time I finish, I don’t think you’re going to be able to sit down…or walk.” He swatted her butt.

  The sharp sting made her jerk her head up. As she rocked in the ropes, she couldn’t move away, couldn’t do anything.

  Smack, smack. He rubbed the sting away.

  Even as he did, her skin was absorbing the pain, sliding it into her recesses, creating a hot pool inside her.

  Smack, smack. He leaned in and caressed her breasts, teasing them back into hard, aching points. Teasing her back into arousal.

  “Such pretty breasts just cry out for adornment, don’t you think?”

  He didn’t wait for her to answer. Holding her nipple with one hand, he fastened on a clamp, tightening it. Her nipple burned with the sharp compression, the pain making her try to rise up to get away. But the way she was balanced, her weight was too far forward. All she could do was squirm in the restraints.

  “Breathe, Piper. Breathe through the ache.”

  Ache, my ass.

  “Take this. For me.”

  For him. For her Dom. Letting her head hang down, she sucked in a breath. Another. The pain slid down to a nagging ache.

  The second nipple was easier, but…harder. Both nipples were burning with just enough pain to make her aware of every breath she took. To feel how the ropes made her breasts swell and throb.

  Her pussy had started to tingle, to ache at the emptiness inside.

  How could she possibly be aroused again?

  “You’re such a good girl.” Tangling his fingers in her hair, he held her head immobile as he kissed her. Deep and wet, taking his time as though she weren’t in ropes, didn’t have devices on her. Making her aware she was helpless. That her body and her arousal and time itself were in his hands.

  “Let’s see if you can hold out better this time since you got the first orgasm out of the way.”

  God help her, he pushed the wand attachment inside her again, held it so the ends of the nubby curve pressed against her clit and anus. He turned the vibrator on. Her entire pussy area, inside and out, came alive. Her clit swelled. Her muscles drew taut as the pressure built.

  No, she wouldn’t come this time. Teeth gritted, she fought the climax back, sweat breaking out on her body. Everything he did felt too good.

  He tipped the vibrator slightly, hitting new spots. Two outside, one inside—and a violent release hit, sending pleasure searing through her.

  “Aaaaaah, oh God, aaaaah.” Her body bucked uncontrollably in the ropes. She gasped for air, her heart pounding.

  The vibrator turned off.

  “Tsk. You Yanks lack stamina.” Amusement threaded his dark smoky voice. Before she could even catch her breath, he slapped her bottom. The burn was fiercer this time, only each time his hand hit, the sting slid straight into a heavy liquid pleasure.

  “That’s five.” He flicked on the vibrator without any more warning, and the sensation drove the air from her lungs. He’d upped the power. The hammering inside and out meant no one could possibly fight it.

  She came, screaming a protest.

  The next spanking was painfully pleasurable, prolonging her orgasm. The spasms continued, on and on, until she went limp.

  When he slid the wand attachment from her, her pussy was so swollen and sensitive, she could only quiver. She had a momentary thought of swearing at him, but her mouth didn’t seem to be connected to her brain.

  “Still green, poppet?”

  “Mmmhmm.”

  “Wiggle your fingers and toes. Anything numb or tingly?”

  “Nnnunuh.”

  His low masculine chuckle made her heart happy. Until he said, “Let’s get you wiggling again.” Fingers danced over her pinched nipples, around her breasts. He tugged on the clamps, sending zings of aching pleasure through her, then played with her breasts some more. As they swelled, her nipples throbbed even more.

  And she wiggled.

  Lifting her chin, he kissed her. “These have been on long enough.”

  These what? She felt his fingers on her left breast, on the nipple. The clamp loosened and came off. A second later, all the blood in her whole body rushed back into the tender nipple, and it burned like fire. She jerked, squirmed, tried to pull her arms down, but the ropes held her torso straight out over the bed with her arms flying behind her like wings. “You…you bastard.”

  “Sorry, love, but my parents were married.” Laughing under his breath, he kissed her—and removed the second clamp.

  “Ow, ow, ow. You sadist, you evil, mean, nasty sadist.” Both nipples throbbed and stung…and somehow set up a matching burn in her clit.

  “That’s me,” he agreed politely. “Only I think you should say, Nasty sadist, Sir.”

  She froze, hearing what she’d said. She’d been totally rude to a Dom. To a Master.

  He…was grinning.

  He nuzzled her temple. “When we’re playing in bed and I push you, swear words and accusations are permitted. Expected, even.”

  His hand gripped her hair, lifted her head. His eyes were a deep intense blue as he said gently, “Swear at me at a table in Dark Haven, and I’ll take you over my knee.” The sun lines beside his eyes crinkled. “And I’ll enjoy that, too.”

  She shuddered with helpless need. Because he wasn’t angry. Because she’d probably enjoy it too.

  “Prepare yourself, sweetheart. I’m going to take you now, and you’re going to come again, whether you want to or not.”
r />   A whimper escaped her. She might die if she came again.

  She heard his clothes coming off, then he was on the bed behind her. Her knees were wide apart, her thighs tied to the sides of the bed. Open and restrained for his use.

  The head of his cock found her entrance, and he pressed in—so much bigger and thicker than the attachment. Velvety smooth and hotter than fire. He stretched her, even as her walls spasmed around him in aftershocks.

  “I love being inside you, Piper,” he murmured. “Although teasing you into orgasming might be almost as pleasurable.”

  His hips worked, moving his cock in a circular motion inside her. She was so sensitive that she wiggled, tried to move away, and only rocked back and forth on him.

  His body covered hers, his hand on her belly, and his other hand… He tugged on her right nipple—the very tender abused nipple.

  “Owwww.” Her hands tried to stop him, but her arms were tied too firmly.

  “You can’t stop me, poppet.” He thrust inside her more forcefully, ignored her squirming, and teased her left nipple.

  The instinctive need to fight left her panting, overpowered, at his mercy. The joy of being helpless, totally controlled slid through her. Sir Ethan had claimed her.

  The mattress seemed to disappear, leaving her floating.

  “That’s right, sweetheart. I have you.” His thick shaft moved in and out as he teased her nipples, as desire set up a throbbing in her core. “And this time, you’ll come with me inside you.”

  She’d die. Simply die. “Please, I can’t.” Her sweat-soaked hair swung around her face.

  “Now, pet, ‘can’t’ isn’t a good word to use around a Dom.” He yanked her back on his cock. “You can. And you will.”

  She could do nothing. He knew her, had learned her body too well. He could—and would—ruthlessly force her into another orgasm and wring every last drop of pleasure from her. Knowing that was more erotic than anything she’d felt before.

  The vibrator came on again. This time with no attachment. He pressed it steadily against her clit. Her entire body started to shake as he thrust, hard and fast, even as the wand hammered against her ever-so-sensitive clit.

  She didn’t have a chance, taken from inside and out. She was filled with so many sensations that she couldn’t process anything. His cock was thick inside her, and her whole body spasmed with the maelstrom of pleasure.

  “Oooooh.” The storm of sensation poured through every nerve in her body.

  “There’s my Piper.” He pressed deep and, with a low groan, came inside her. His arm tightened around her, holding her to him.

  Everything went fuzzy for a while, and sometime later, she was out of the ropes and lying on her back. Her entire pussy felt like it was somewhere between numb and tingling.

  Sir Ethan lay on his side next to her, idly playing with her breasts. Waiting for her.

  “You’re a mean, cruel Dom,” she whispered.

  “Indeed, but you love me anyway. It’s time you gave me the words.” His stern gaze pierced through her, pulling her heart right to the surface.

  “I love you. So very much.” She’d done it. Said the words. And the way his eyes went soft with pleasure filled her world.

  His lips curved with a satisfied smile. “I love you, too, Piper Delaney.”

  Eventually, when it was time to get moving, she found out he’d told her the truth—she couldn’t walk.

  As he helped her into the bathroom, he was laughing.

  Damn Dom.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Standing in front of the wall mirror in Ethan’s master bedroom, Piper grinned. “Wow, I look good.”

  “Of course you do.” On the bed, Lindsay slouched against the padded headboard. “I am a genius at the art of big hair.”

  “You really are.” Piper’s black collarbone-length hair was doubled in volume—and curly. Before leaving for Dark Haven, Ethan had come over to kiss her and hadn’t been able to resist playing with the fat curls. From the look in his eyes, if they’d been alone, she’d have ended up back in bed.

  Flirting with herself in the mirror, she turned her head. Her smoky eyes were huge with long curling lashes. Her cheekbones looked sharp enough to cut. Her lips were an I-dare-you red that matched her shoes. “You totally rock makeup, Abby.”

  Abby and Rona were sitting in the two armchairs by the windows. Abby smiled. “My little sister insists on keeping me up to date—and recruits me to help her dress for her big dates.”

  “You look perfect.” Rona nodded her approval.

  “The dress is perfect,” Piper corrected.

  Even as Piper had begun to worry about what she’d wear to the club, the three women had arrived at Ethan’s to help her get ready.

  Rona had wanted her to wear something that felt less…vulnerable. Piper couldn’t wear as many clothes as a Domme would—it would indicate fear. But her normal fetwear was too inviting. Too revealing.

  So Rona had given her a skintight black latex dress with a built-in bra. It was short, of course, but long enough to cover her butt. The lacing from belly button to sternum showed off her skin and cleavage, but also made those breasts difficult to touch. Thin straps kept the top up—again, making it difficult to mess with.

  Pulling up the hem, she gazed at the matching black latex briefs. They were tight and sexy…and an excellent barrier to unwanted touch.

  “Thanks, guys.” Her red pumps with ankle buckles were perfect, and the steel-spike stiletto made an awesome defense.

  For extra courage, she donned the ruby and diamond bracelet Ethan had given her.

  “You do realize that this is simply for your comfort, right? None of the Masters will let that bastardis touch you.” Abby’s phone rang and she answered it. “Yes, My Liege?”

  Although Piper strained her ears, she couldn’t hear what Xavier was saying.

  “We’re leaving now.” Abby tucked her phone away. “Xavier says Serna has arrived with his slave and is chatting up the members, trying to gain sympathy for the time he invested in his runaway slave. He’s telling people that you really want to return to him. That you have a slave heart.”

  Piper felt her mouth go dry.

  “It’ll be all right.” Abby glanced at Rona. “Although it might get messy.”

  “Messy?” Rona frowned.

  “As I hung up, I heard Simon start arguing with Xavier on who gets to hit Serna first. Then Ethan…well, have you heard him when he gets all English and annoyed? He said if anyone got to punch Serna, it would be him.”

  Piper’s mouth dropped open. Her Dom. Then the sweeping joy of being protected gave way to reality. “Don’t let them hit him, okay? Serna is the type to sue.”

  “They’d have to find the body first.” Lindsey sniffed. “Zander has ways…and he’s really unhappy with that guy.”

  Rona studied her fingernails. “Simon’s been teaching me self-defense. I wouldn’t mind getting in a punch. Just for practice, you know.”

  “Yes!” Abby’s eyes lit. “We all should. Mr. Macho would be too humiliated to sue women.”

  “I’m in!” Lindsey’s voice dropped into a John Wayne drawl, “ ‘You tangle with me, I’ll have your hide.’ ” She adjusted an imaginary hat and bounced on the bed. “Maybe we should have a fem squad to terrorize bad Doms.”

  “No, not a good idea. No, no, no.” Piper shook her head frantically. “Xavier would have a fit—and Ethan would blame me. God, my butt is already sore.” Which was why she was standing now.

  Her friends busted up laughing. They’d already teased her about the beard burn on her cheeks and the rope marks on her arms and legs.

  “Time to get moving, people.” Rona started to shoo them out of the bedroom, then stopped. “Piper, you need a coat. It’s cold outside.”

  “Right.” Ethan had mentioned he’d left her long coat in the bedroom closet. She walked over to the closet, reached for the doorknob.

  No doorknob. She stared.

  “Problem,
Pips?” Lindsey asked, joining her.

  “The door. It’s a folding door.”

  “Uh-huh.” Lindsey eyed Piper with concern. “I see that. Folding. Magnetic latch.”

  “This was a regular hinged door last week. With a doorknob.”

  Rona ran her hand over the doorframe, then leaned forward and sniffed. “It smells like new varnish. Maybe Ethan prefers this kind of door?”

  Piper couldn’t look away from the closet. No knob. No lock.

  An accordion-type door couldn’t be secured. Couldn’t keep anyone locked inside. Tears prickled her eyes.

  He’d changed the closet door for her.

  “Hey, Pipster.” Standing in the Dark Haven entry, Dixon greeted her with a hug and grinned at the three women behind her. “I see you brought the female part of your crew.”

  “Hey, Dixonian.” She looked him over. His lips were swollen, his cheeks and neck beard-burned, and the faint mark of ball-gag straps ran across his cheeks. He not only looked well-loved, but sweet contentment showed in his eyes.

  She had a feeling that he and Stan were not only together, but stronger than before.

  After Dix handed out hugs to her “crew”, Piper held her membership card up to the scanner, then followed everyone into the main club room. From the speakers came the eerie-voiced Trivium, “The Wretchedness Inside” and a few people were dancing. Most of the tables in the center of the room were taken. People liked to socialize before and after scenes.

  She could feel her breath turning shallow, and she kept reminding herself to stay alert. Regulate the pace. It was a stupid world when a person had to monitor her breathing. She looked around and didn’t see Serna.

  Relief was the uppermost emotion. Maybe he’d left.

  Then she saw Sir Ethan heading across the room toward her, and she knew he’d been watching for her. Worrying about her. Her heart went into a complete breakdance. Mine, mine, mine.

  It wasn’t fair that he was so gorgeous. Or the way he looked like the English aristocrat that he was. Although the lethal look of his exquisitely tailored suit over a black turtleneck would probably get him kicked out of Parliament.