She rolled her hips, trying to press deeper into his touch. “Addiction,” she rasped. “That’s a good word for it.”
Conflict ripped into his reverie.
What the hell are you saying? Promising
?
That
wasn’t
a “good word for it.” It couldn’t be. Even being here tonight, he was pushing fate’s favor. His caution was high, the voice disk was secure, and his mask was on tight, but none of that guaranteed he’d walk out the door before making the fatal slip that would reveal his masquerade to Tess. As real and remarkable as this connection was between them, how did he justify that he’d deceived her to have it—twice?
Thoughts that had no business in this moment. Focusing fully on her had to consume him right now. Taking a cane to a submissive on her second scene ever was a jump to the high wire, holding true to his promise that her limits would be stretched—but not dismissing his responsibility to her physical and emotional well-being.
He started with praise, underlined with intent about what she was in for next. “This ass is such a work of art. A bit more embellishment, babe, and it’ll be absolutely perfect.”
Her hips circled for him again, accompanied by her long, aroused moan. “Yes, Sir. Let’s make it perfect.”
She paved the way into a perfect response to that. “Dear, sweet red. Be careful what you wish for.”
A little evil? Absolutely. But the twist of turn-on that she needed?
Absolutely
. Her quaking sigh told him just that—
Before his first two taps turned it into a high scream.
“Shit!” Tess finally exploded. “Did someone go double shots on the power smoothie today? What the hell?”
No sense in hiding his chuckle. “Barely threw weight into it, rose.”
“Dammit,” she spat. “Oh, dammit, dammit, dam—
ohhhh
!”
One smack. With a decided notch up on the impact.
“Bastard!”
A crisscross this time.
Thap. Thap
.
“
Fucking
bastard!”
Thap. Thap. Thap.
And because she shrieked so prettily as a result, two more. The deep red stripes across her buttocks and thighs were just as beautiful. “Christ,” he uttered. “So perfect.”
“No!” Tess protested. “
Not
perf—
owwww
!”
Thap. Thap. Thap.
Harder. Harder. Harder.
“Fucking rat
ass
bastard!”
“With taffy?” he taunted.
“Shut
up.
”
“And do what?”
“And toss that thing out!”
“You can take this, rose.”
“I can’t.”
“You
can
. For me. And for you.” He caressed her skin with a full palm, making her jerk a little. “Do you trust me?”
She huffed. “Dammit, of course I do. But—”
“Then breathe.” He stamped it with half a bellow this time. The twin blows he rained to finish were just as harsh. “And take it, dammit.”
Breakthrough.
She didn’t fling any anger or snark. Instead, her shoulders sagged. Her body softened. A desperate sob of surrender sliced from her.
As her resistance faded, her welts began to raise. Dan gazed at them, forming wild, wonderful hashes across her flesh, while clenching his stomach against the fresh surge between his thighs. He cupped his crotch, struggling to convince the whole gang down there to get along, but wound up aggravating himself more. His dick was ready to be inside her, period. His balls yearned to be slapping her flesh as he screwed any remaining senses out of her head. Any alternate plan to that was futile.
Thank fuck that was the only futility happening here.
After another trio of smacks, easing off on the pressure now, he skirted around to view her face. As he’d hoped, her head lolled down. Her eyes were closed. Her lips were slightly parted, giving and receiving breath in unthinking little spurts.
He smiled.
Control tower, the shuttle has reached sub space
.
He lay the cane on the table with the other toys, exchanging it out for a new item. It was easy enough to strap the little vibe onto his right forefinger and have it out of the way as he unlatched the stockade. Tess moaned a little but didn’t move. Fine with him. He clicked the vibe on then took his time rolling it over her shoulders, down her arms, and to her wrists, even using it to gently massage her fingers. While it didn’t stop his mind from clamoring for the vibe’s ultimate use, every inch of his spirit was fed by the privilege of taking care of her this way.
“Mmmmm,” she finally sighed. “Feels…so good.”
Dan let a low, deep sound vibrate up his chest. With just a breath and three words, she’d snuck her way into his soul, too. He kissed the curves of both her shoulders, stroked his fingers through her hair, delighted in all the ways she melted even more for him. He could have done it for hours. Maybe he did. Time was just a nuisance right now, mattering as much as dust, sifting past in the corners of his consciousness. Christ. Taking care of a subbie had never felt so damn good…
Because it had never meant so much?
No. Dammit,
no.
“Meanings” are for normal people, remember? People who have their heads screwed on straight. Who don’t hire out whole teams of private mercenary crews just to chase bad guys across Mexico, and are comfortable enough with their burn scars that they can function in public without pulling a fucking Batman.
“Meanings” are for the rest of the world, asshole.
Not
you.
She moaned deeper as he trailed the vibe down the shallow valley of her back. After he attended each vertebrae, he nipped it with a kiss. By the time he returned to her ass, her wistful sighs had become full moans once more. The flesh beneath his hands undulated like dark pink tides pulled by an unseen moon. There was no way for him to resist the sight. He leaned in, licking the lines of each bruise he’d given her. He only stopped to check his cock with a clench of his jaw. The fucker thundered loud in his leathers now, hating him for worshipping her skin instead of using her body.
“So beautiful,” he whispered against her marks. “This ass is so fucking beautiful. And it’s all mine tonight, isn’t it?”
Tess visibly shivered, mewling even louder. “Yes.
Yes.
All yours.”
He snarled softly once more while spreading her thighs, exposing the pathway to her deeper erotic treasures. “Even more stunning.” He pushed the vibe back in, making tiny circles, teasing his way toward the dark sweetness of her deepest pussy. “More red. More wet. Mine as well, sweet one?”
“
Ohhhh
.” Her head jacked up as her spine dipped, showing him exactly what effect the vibe had on her most tender flesh. “Damn. Don’t stop…don’t…oh…” She shrieked louder as he slid the vibe away. “God!
Please
, Sir Sexy!”
That
was sure as fuck an attention-getter. “Pardon
me
?” he laughed out.
“On the back burner?” she begged. “As in, later? Please?”
He pushed the vibe near her slit again—but not any farther. “That depends.”
“On—on what?”
“On your answer.”
“My answer to
what
?”
He might have swatted her for the backtalk if her desire didn’t ride so close to the surface of each word. How could he discipline her, when she made every one of his wet dreams come to life from her lust alone?
“Is this all mine tonight, too?”
She laughed, too. The richness of the sound made its way far beyond his cock, burrowing deep, like strains of beautiful music or an inhalation of morning air. “If not, then they may have to cart me out of here on a stretcher.”
Dan couldn’t contain another chuckle. It prefaced the lusty bite he sank into her shoulder. “That’s the idea no matter what, little girl.”
She hissed as he shoved her hair out of the way, repeating the invasion into the column of her neck. “You don’t say.”
He reached in, framing her jaw with one hand in order to pull her back for more of his violent suckles. “I
do
say.” As he teethed his way up to her ear, he worked a finger into her hot, welcoming body—stretching out the vibe, starting to tap it at her clit. “I also say I’m going to fuck this. I’m going to do it as hard, as deep, and as long as I want. While I do it, you’re going to come for me. Probably a few times. Only after that do we talk about the stretcher. Understood?” When she only nodded frantically, he bit her deeper. “I didn’t hear you.”
“Yes!” She exclaimed it while shifting her hands, pushing up to grip the curves of the stockade cutouts, instead of being trapped by them. Dan looked on, not immune to the symbolism of the move. Though every inch of her was still submissive to him, she was glorious as a tigress, attacking the awareness—and acceptance—of her sexuality. “Yes.
Yes
. I understand. I do. Oh, please—dammit—just fuck me!”
Magnificent.
She was so goddamn magnificent.
Yeah, even when girl-growling at him in frustration.
Hell. It couldn’t be helped. He had to set himself free from his leathers, a logistical feat requiring both hands,
if
his erection wasn’t fused into the fabric by now. He groaned in a mix of torment and delight while rasping the zipper down. His grip slipped a couple of times over his thick-veined flesh, now slick from pre-cum, but he finally managed to free everything, including his throbbing balls. He wasted no time in digging into a back pocket then hauling out the perfect square packet inside.
His tense groan mingled with Tess’s urgent mewl.
“Hold on, sweet one,” he promised. “Hold on, hold on.”
He ripped the condom open with his teeth and yanked the rubber out like a starving man with a T-bone. Rolling the fucker on over his swollen flesh was another thing altogether. His cock strained at the latex as she pushed her ass even higher, exposing her pink, sweet petals even more.
Dan took a step. Seized her waist with one hand. Guided his cock to her entrance with the other.
And was finally complete.
Her sheath pulled him in as if it had been months since he last fucked her, not days. “Damn,” he growled. “
Damn
.”
She was snug and hot and soaked, her walls closing around him, forcing him to feel every constriction of her arousal. He leaned forward, strapping his arm all the way around her waist, forcing her body harder around him.
“Shit!” Tess exclaimed. “Oh, God…I’m…I’m…”
“I know,” he grated. Her visit to sub space had already opened her so much. In seconds, he felt her climax stirring in her abdomen, quivering her ass against him, turning her hips into turbine pistons against his. “I know, little one.”
He didn’t want her to wait. Hell,
he
didn’t want to wait. While plunging his cock deeper and deeper, he worked his other hand between her thighs again, stimulating her from the front. Her clit was waiting for his touch, erect and wet, making her buck harder as soon as he made contact—
Then flicked the vibrator on again.
“Oh!” Her whole body quaked. Her knuckles went white against the stockade pads. “That’s—oh, that’s—that’s—”
“Your order to come.” His own lust turned it into an animal’s sound, raw and low, a few octaves short of being a full snarl. “Do it for me, rose.
Now
!”
Her sex clenched him tight, tighter,
tighter
, as the climax slammed her. A scream ripped from her throat. Her head fell back against his shoulder. Dan locked every tooth in his head to keep from following her over into the flames then and there, concentrating instead on the exquisite pressure up and down his dick.
Squeeze it back. Save it up. Think of how good it’s going to feel when you detonate deep inside her
.
“Oh. My. God.” She dropped her head again, her shoulders heaving hard. “So good. Thank you, Sir. That… was…”
“Not over.” He let the command resonate before changing his hold, clawing his hand to her hip, digging into the juncture between her hip and thigh. “Stay with me, red. It’s going to be even better.”
Her breath hitched. “Wh-what—do you—mean?”
“Stay.” He raised his other hand into her hair. “With.” Twisted hard. “Me.”
“
Ahhhhh
.”
It curled off her pain-twisted lips. But the next second, another expression took hold of her gorgeous face. The agony gave way to ecstasy, brought on by a fresh recognition: he was screwing her in a new way. Clarification:
screwing
her. He focused completely on gyrating his hips in new angles, experimenting with a sole goal in mind. He watched every nuance of her body and face, needing to know when he reached just the right—
“Oh, my
God
!”
Target acquired.
He smirked in sensual triumph before angling in the exact same way. Then again. Again. Again. Every time, her scream proved he’d found the Holy Grail of Tess Lesange’s sweet pussy—and he’d be damned not to dip his cock into that magical chalice as many times as he could.
“My—holy—wow—ggghhaaa—”
He grinned wider. It was official: the toughest part about seeing her again outside this place would be forgetting this moment, and her adorable dive into the bathtub of speechlessness. And yeah, the fact that
he’d
thrown her there.
“You’re going to come for me again, rose.” He didn’t leave a millimeter of opening for argument. His maddening little ruby tried, anyway.
“I—please—I can’t—”
“You can. You
will
.” He braced his hips harder. Thrust in deeper. Started to hold position at the peak of each lunge, driving in his point with his
point
. “Feel that, babe? Do you feel
me
? That’s the head of my cock, adoring your sweet little cunt from the inside out. That’s how you’re going to come for me, rose—from the inside out. Clench me now. Tighten it for me. Feel every inch of me, fucking you…needing you to come hard around me.”
He watched her thighs clench. That caused a chain reaction through her buttocks, still painted in fiery tones from all the wicked pleasure he’d given to them. In turn, her body clamped him harder, squeezing his dick…and all parts beyond.
The parts that weren’t supposed to be getting involved in all this.
The parts that wouldn’t slide out as fast as his cock, or get tossed away as easily as the condom.