The Dom's Rules: A Dark Contemporary BDSM Romance (The Pleasure Wars Book 2)

by Harper West

  Getting a place to park had been an absolute nightmare, and the traffic coming in had been ever worse.

  But Ash didn't need to know that. She'd asked me for a favor, and my brain had been full of post orgasm endorphins, so I'd said yes. I would have said yes anyway, honestly.

  She was my wife as per our arrangement, and she asked for surprisingly little. I paid for the things she asked me to pay for, and that was the extent of what she expected from me, it seemed. Meanwhile I asked a lot of her, and she didn't seem to enjoy most of it, but she still did it.

  Taking some time out of my day to pick her up from the airport seemed like the least I could do for her.

  And... if I was being honest, my motives weren't totally altruistic. I had a scheme in mind, and I already knew she wasn't going to like it.

  Ever since we'd had phone sex while she was in her parents' house, and actually even before that, when we'd done the little experiment with the plug, I'd gotten the feeling that there was something about a little risk that got her off. I needed to test the theory, and what better place than a busy airport with people coming and going?

  "Where did you park?" she asked. "Is it a long walk, because I probably should pee before we go."

  "Yes," I agreed, smiling. "You go do that."

  Ash gave me a strange look and left me with her bags while she went to the women's bathroom. I watched the larger one that I knew was mostly reserved for women with babies to change or handicapped people who needed assistance, tracking someone who came out of it and then smiling when no one went in.

  Ash came out quickly, shaking her hands off and looking at me. "Ready to go?" she asked.

  "Not just yet," I said, grinning. I nodded to the companion care bathroom.

  "If you need to pee, then go for it," she said, clearly not getting the point.

  I gave her a look. "I don't need to pee. I do, however, need something else."

  Ash lifted an eyebrow. "Whatever you need to do in there is your business, Killian. Just hurry up, I am so ready to be out of here."

  I couldn't tell if she was being dense on purpose or if she really had no idea what I was insinuating. Either way, a show of force was clearly needed. I glanced around to make sure we weren't being watched. One of the nice things about the airport was how anonymous a person could be if they wanted. Everyone passing by had too many other things on their mind to worry too much about what the people around them were doing, and once you were past TSA, people were watching a lot less closely.

  I kept a hold of Ash's bags and then grabbed her arm, steering her into the bathroom.

  "What are you doing?" she asked, and I shushed her until I had the door closed and locked behind us. There was another set of bathrooms about two hundred feet away, so I figured we had a good fifteen minutes before someone came banging on the door to interrupt us.

  I didn't want to spend ten of those minutes trying to explain to Ash what I wanted, so I just folded my arms once I'd put her bags in the corner and gave her the firm look I used on subs to get them to do what I wanted to do.

  For someone who claimed not to be submissive at all, she caught on to the look pretty quickly. She straightened up and licked her lips, glancing around at the bathroom.

  It was just a toilet and a sink with a changing tray built into the wall, but I knew she was seeing it in a different light now that she had some idea of what I wanted.

  "You can't be serious," she hissed. "Here?"

  "Here," I said, giving her the slow smile. "You've been gone for too long."

  "We just had phone sex a few days ago."

  "Yes, and that just made me aware of how much I wanted to touch you."

  "And you can't wait until we get back to your place?" she demanded.

  I shook my head. "Nope. I'm too impatient."

  "Someone could hear," she said, eyes darting around nervously.

  "I know," I replied. "But isn't that part of the fun? Doesn't it make you even a little wet knowing you're going to have to be quiet or anyone passing by will know you're in here, taking my cock like a good little slut?"

  Her cheeks flamed at my words, and I watched her fidget in place. I knew her well enough to know she was getting turned on and that she didn't want to be, but that didn't change anything.

  "Pull down your pants and go face the wall," I told her, voice firm and unyielding. "I want to see what's mine."

  For a second it looked like she was going to argue, but then she blushed darker and did as I said, pulling her pants down along with her panties until they were bunched around her ankles.

  I watched her walk to the wall where the hand dryer mounted and turn to face it, head down.

  She couldn't have been aware of how submissive she looked like that, but it made my cock twitch to see it. I stood back and watched her for a second, licking my lips, trying to decide where to start.

  Part of me wanted to sink to my knees and eat her out until she was crying and begging for more, but we were on a time limit, and that was really something that was better to do when we had all the time in the world for me to take her apart.

  And my cock was getting hard in my pants, demanding attention, so I decided to give in to the tried and true way of fucking someone in a bathroom and just fuck her.

  "Hurry up," she hissed, looking at me over her shoulder. "You're wasting time."

  I strode over to her and grabbed a handful of her ass, squeezing hard enough that it lifted her up and onto her toes. She moaned and whined, and I put my other hand over her mouth to keep her quiet.

  "Shut up," I whispered in her ear. "Unless you want everyone out there to hear you whining for cock like a desperate little whore. Is that what you want, Ash? Do you want them to all know how easy it is to spread your legs for me when you're horny for my dick?"

  I let go of her ass but kept my hand over her mouth while I moved my now free hand to stroke between her legs gently. She was damp and getting wetter, and I probed at her hole until she widened her stance, proving my point.

  "Mm, look at you," I continued, finding her clit and teasing it with my index finger. "Already a sticky mess and I just started touching you. You like to act like you're above all this, but you're just a desperate little thing, aren't you?"

  She whined softly, pushing back against me, and the way her sounds of pleasure sounded muffled behind my hand made me want to get a gag in her mouth one of these days really badly. She would be pretty and perfect with a ball gag stretching her lips or maybe a ring gag holding her mouth open for me to use.

  My cock twitched again, reminding me that there would be plenty of time to experiment with other stuff. At the moment, I had her half naked and squirming against me, and I needed to focus.

  I moved my hand from her mouth and pressed hot kisses to her neck, listening to the breathy moans she gave me in response.

  "Put your hands on the wall," I murmured to her, sliding my tongue over the shell of her ear. "And don't you dare move them until I say you can. Do you understand me?"

  I could see her swallow hard, and she nodded, but that wasn't good enough for me. I took my hand away from her pussy, leaving her bereft.

  "I said ‘do you understand,’" I hissed at her.

  "Yes, I understand," she gasped out.

  It sounded annoyed and desperate all at once, and it made me laugh. Her fire was so bright. Even when she was turned on and wet, she was still so defiant. If we had more time I would play with that, break her down until she was nothing more than a begging mess who would do anything to get my cock in her and be able to come, but for the moment I had other plans.

  I slapped her ass hard, and the sound echoed in the bathroom around us. I put my hand back over her mouth before she could cry out and then used my free hand to get my cock out.

  It was already half hard and well on its way to being harder, and I rubbed it against the crease of Ash's ass for a second, feeling the way that soft skill dragged against my sensitive cock.

  Ash moaned, al
l muffled and insistent, but I ignored her, taking advantage of her spread thighs to slide my cock against her now soaking wet pussy.

  The heat I could feel pouring off of her was incredible, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning too loudly myself.

  Even when she wasn't excited about what we were doing, her body always responded so well, getting wet and plush for me like it was rolling out the red carpet for my dick.

  I wanted nothing more than to sink into that tight, incredible heat, but I teased us both for a bit, sliding my cock along her slit and getting her more and more worked up.

  Ash squirmed against the wall, and I pressed myself in tighter against her back, giving her nowhere to go. Her hands stayed in place on the wall, palms pressed to the while tile, fingers spread. She pushed her ass out more in a clear bid to get me to fuck her already, but I ignored it, pressing my hand harder against her mouth so I could pull her head back.

  Her neck was so tempting, right there for the taking, so I kissed and licked and nibbled at it, counting down the seconds in my head so I could make sure I wasn't taking too much time in the tease.

  This would be quick and dirty, but that didn't mean it had to be sloppy and unsatisfying.

  Ash was whining more insistently, and my cock was throbbing with need, so I finally gave up on the teasing and wrapped a hand around my cock so I could guide it into her.

  As always, she was hot and tight, but her body welcomed me eagerly, letting me press right into her. She gurgled a moan behind my hand and went still, adjusting to the feeling of being impaled on my cock.

  I didn't give her that time. Instead I drew back a short way and then slammed back in, rocking her forward. She was stuck between my body and the wall, and all she could do was take it.

  I loved that. I loved having her pinned and pressed and helpless, at my mercy. There was nowhere for her to go and nothing for her to do, so she had to take my cock, and as much as she complained, I knew she wanted it.

  She mewled softly behind my hand, and I fucked her hard and fast, working my hips in short, deep thrusts that I hoped she could feel all the way through her body.

  The silky drag of her inner walls against my cock was intoxicating, and I bit my lip to stifle my own noises while I fucked her.

  My breathing was coming in hot pants, and I leaned over her so I could put my mouth right up to her ear and whisper filthy things to her while my hips kept battering her.

  "You love this," I panted. "You love knowing there's a few hundred people right out there and any one of them could come up to the door at any second. They'll try the handle, see it's locked, and then they'll wait. Maybe they'll listen a bit. What do you think they'll hear?"

  It wasn't like she could answer me, but she did moan, a sweet guttural sound that shot through me.

  "That's right. They'll hear you moaning and taking it. You're so wet they might hear my cock sloshing in and out of this dripping pussy of yours," I added, amused. "Would you like that? Knowing they can hear you in here getting fucked in an airport bathroom?"

  She shook her head, but it was hard to believe her when she was working her hips back into each thrust, clearly already close.

  I laughed softly, licking up the side of her neck. "Liar. You'd love it. I bet you'd like it if some of them watched, wouldn't you? Maybe I forgot to lock the door. Maybe someone will poke their head in, and they'll see you getting dicked down so good."

  She whined louder, and I could feel her going tighter and tighter around me, her body giving in even when she didn't seem to want to.

  "That's what I thought,” I taunted her. “You're so desperate for it. You're about to fall apart right here just because you want someone to see you getting fucked. You're such a dirty little thing. So nasty for me, and so eager to come."

  I could feel her body shaking, and I knew she was right there. I gritted my teeth and fucked her even harder, each thrust rocking her forward until there was no space between her and the wall.

  She writhed and almost thrashed against me, and then with a warm rush, she was coming, her shout of pleasure muffled behind my hand.

  I held her through it, keeping her quiet and fucking her shallowly. I was close myself, right there near the edge, and I could have kept driving into her until I found my release, but that would be messy, and I wasn't cruel enough to make her walk through the airport with my cum in her or on her.

  Not yet, anyway. There was a time and a place for pushing boundaries, and I was pushing them hard enough with what I was doing already.

  Her body was slumping, and her breathing was ragged, and I moved my hand, pressing a soft kiss to her neck. "You're so good," I praised her. "So good for me. But we're not done yet."

  She groaned, and I laughed. By my count we had a few more minutes, and even if we didn't, I wasn't done yet.

  I turned her around and pushed her down onto her knees.

  She turned her face up to me, and I was struck by just how fucking hot of an image it was. Ash on her knees in a semi-private bathroom, looking dazed and well-fucked.

  Her pants were still around her ankles, and she looked rumpled and thoroughly used, but I wasn't done. I hadn't gotten off yet, after all.

  "Open your mouth," I said, using my stern voice.

  Her eyes widened and she shook her head. "Killian, no."

  I tipped my head to the side. "Why not? You don't want to suck my dick? Are you afraid someone's going to come in and see you with my cock halfway down your throat?"

  Her face went red again, and she licked her lips. I could see her darting little glances at my cock where it bobbed in the air, coated thoroughly in her juices.

  I had to admit there was something really fucking hot about making her suck me off when my cock had just been buried inside of her.

  We were running out of time, and she was being stubborn, and I knew if I applied force, she'd buckle. She always did. Sometimes I thought she did it just to get me to make her do it, so that way she could at least say she'd put up a fight.

  Either that or she just got off on being forced to do things.

  Either way, I knew what I had to do.

  My hand shot out, and I grabbed a fistful of her hair, dragging her forward. "Let's try this again," I whispered, voice low and insistent. "Open. Your. Mouth."

  Her eyes went wider, and licked her lips again, but then parted them.

  "Wider," I snapped.

  She obeyed that time, opening her mouth all the way. I had such a good view of where my cock was about to be buried, and I gripped my cock again with my free hand.

  I was already dripping pre-come, and I stroked my cock over her tongue for a second, letting the drips coat the muscle so she could taste how much I wanted her.

  Drool collected and dripped down her chin, and I grinned at the picture she made. So bright and defiant, but so sexy when she was finally submitting.

  I didn't waste any more time, and I guided my cock into her mouth, pushing it all the way back until she gagged and tried to pull away.

  I didn't let her. My grip on her hair was strong, and she fought it for all of a second before she was relaxing and letting me do what I wanted.

  "Good girl," I praised her.

  We had to be quick, so I didn't draw it out. I worked my cock over her tongue, into her throat, fucking it in quick, short strokes.

  She gagged and spluttered, but took it, letting her tongue curl around my dick every now and then.

  I wanted nothing more than to pull out of her mouth and jerk myself off a few times until my cum splattered over her face, marking her as mine even better than a wedding ring ever could, but not in the bathroom. Not when we had to still walk to the car.

  Instead, when I could no longer hold back, I unloaded down her throat, making her swallow every drop I had to offer.

  And then I pulled away, letting her go so I could catch my breath.

  Once again, she looked dazed, and I left her on her knees to come back to herself while I tucked my cock away and re
zipped my pants.

  By the time I was washing my hands in the sink, Ash was getting to her feet and putting herself back together. I watched her grimace at her reflection when she took in the red bite marks on her neck and the way her lips were puffy and red from sucking my cock.

  It wasn't obvious, but anyone who looked closely enough would be able to tell she'd been a good girl for someone.

  For me.

  "Ready to head out?" I asked her, grinning.

  She didn’t answer, just went to grab her things and walk out of the bathroom.

  There was no line gathered or security officer waiting for us, so I smiled, considering it a win. We’d both gotten off, and no one was the wiser.

  Chapter 6

  Killian

  The walk from the airport to the car was quiet, and I could tell Ash was keeping her head down and didn't want to look at me. She'd put herself through a lot less chaos and pain if she could just admit that she was into some of the things we did. I wasn't expecting her to like all of it, but her trying to convince herself that she hated all of it wasn't going very well.

  I popped the trunk and put her bags in it while she climbed into the passenger seat. She punched the button for the seat warmer sullenly, and I snorted.

  "What?" she demanded.

  "Nothing," I said, pulling out of the spot. I was going to take her home since I knew she'd been wanting a shower and probably some space away from me. It had only been a few months since we'd started, but I was getting to know her very well.

  "You're such a smug asshole, did you know that?" she snapped, folding her arms and hunching down in the seat. She looked like a kid who was just told they couldn't have fast food because there was food at home.

  I couldn't help but smile. "I do know that, but somehow, you can't stay away from me."

  "Yeah, because I'm contractually obligated to be around you, which you won't let me forget."