Caitlin blinked in dismay and yanked her arms. She cried out. “No. R–”
Damon kissed her hard and deep, in part to stop her from using her safeword and partly to show her she had nothing to fear. He didn’t want to break her or push her to the point where she gave up and left.
Normally, if a woman didn’t work out as a sub, he’d end the session and save them both the time and effort and spent emotion. Sessions were draining, not only physically but also mentally and emotionally, and he didn’t waste his on women who didn’t know the score or were unsuited to the lifestyle.
But Caitlin was different, and he couldn’t chance her changing her mind. Not yet. He needed her unlike he’d ever needed or wanted anyone else. For three weeks, he’d thought of her, of this weekend and claiming her. Since seeing her photos, she’d haunted his dreams, leaving him aching and on edge. He needed her in a way that both thrilled and scared him. His hands roamed her body, following the sweet curves of her waist and hips, his palms gliding over her soft skin and around to her back to dip over the swell of her ass. He pulled her close, sandwiched his cock against her belly and rubbed.
Her throaty moans reassured him that her moment of panic was past. He lifted his head, stared into her eyes, noting the warring emotions. His fingers dug into her twin cheeks. “Good, Belle,” he murmured when she gave no further protest. “I think you’ve earned a reward.”
“My hands?” Her voice was shaky yet hopeful.
He grinned. “I was thinking of my mouth.” He dropped slowly and carefully to his knees. The leather scraped against his scarred thigh. He shoved the pain aside and urged her feet apart. Inches from her crotch, he inhaled the musky scent of her arousal and stared at her glistening dark curls that hid the treasure he sought. A glimmer of pink teased and tantalized. His hands skimmed along the insides of her thighs, his fingers brushing over her mound of thick, springy dark hair as he framed her sex and peeled her open as though she were a precious gift.
He lost himself in the view of Caitlin’s slick pussy. She was wet, her clit swollen and peeping from its protective hood. He scraped the pad of his finger across that sensitive nub.
She sucked in air and thrust her hips forward. Damon, unable to resist, touched his tongue to her. He breathed in her warmth, and the taste of her cream exploded in his mouth. His intent to tease her fled beneath the raging need coiling inside him. He licked between her swollen lips and didn’t stop until he reached the grand prize.
Gripping her hips, he circled that sweet nub as though it were a tasty treat he planned to enjoy for a long time, but after two slow, lazy licks, he closed his mouth over her clit and sucked hard and deep.
She bucked and screamed his name. His balls tightened and jumped once more. His cock throbbed, the blood flow making him bob like a buoy in the ocean. In his ears, the roar of lust rose and merged with her whimpers and cries, forming a chorus of melodies and harmonies.
Caitlin’s hips circled, thrust, and demanded. Damon lifted his head and dipped his thumb inside her pussy. She was wet, and when she contracted her muscles, she drew him into her moist sheath. He withdrew his thumb and eased two fingers inside. She moaned, and her body pulsed and coated him with womanly juices.
He loved how easily she responded, how she put her trust in him. His gut clenched at the sight of his fingers sliding into her hot pussy, and the way she contracted around him left him breathless. She protested when he stopped.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
Her eyes were smoky with passion, her features contorted in a mask somewhere between pain and pleasure as he plunged deep. He rotated between slow teasing strokes and fast, furious pumps.
She threw her head back and cried out. Her breathy mews continued, broken by an occasional gasp, moan, or harsh scream as he fucked her. She whimpered and begged.
Not enough. Blind need. For him
. He needed that from his sweet Belle.
Sweat gathered and pooled at the base of his spine. Need churned in his balls. The pain of denial left him breathless. He yearned to shove his cock deep into her slick pussy, feel her tight sheath fist him, squeeze, and take from him as much as he planned to take from her.
Tipping his head back, he delved between her moist lips. She was liquid satin. He circled and rubbed her clit with the tip of his tongue.
Caitie’s knees shook as intense need flooded her body. He fucked her hard and deep, sending her higher and farther. He teased and taunted, made her feel incredibly sexy and desirable. She thrust out her hips, demanding more. God, she wanted him to suck her again, needed those clever lips on her, squeezing her clit and sucking her until he sent her over the edge.
She whimpered and tried to grab onto that all-consuming need, tried to hold it, tame it, control it, center it, but desire raged inside her like a beast let loose to ravage the land. A thick, swirling fog blinded her, dampened all sound but the pounding of her heart and the rush of blood racing through her veins. The blanket of white was everywhere yet insubstantial. Nothing mattered except the glorious waves of pure pleasure consuming her.
His tongue flicked across her clit, the tip probing one moment, then tracing circles around that part of her that was desperate to find release. She threw her head back and sagged as her knees buckled. She bucked wildly. “Yes. Oh, my god, yes,” she yelled, eager to gather herself in and let go.
His thumb replaced his tongue and flicked across her clit. “Do not come until I say.”
His voice shattered the haze of blinding desire though she found it hard to focus or think with his fingers pumping in and out of her. Sucking in her breath, Caitie knew if he kept that up she’d come with or without permission. “Yes, Sir.”
God, don’t let her blow it and make him stop. Heat and need consumed her. Her vision narrowed. There was only him and her and the magic of touch.
He fell into a hard, fast rhythm. She shuddered. “Please, Sir. I can’t wait.” Her voice rose.
“Not yet.” His thumb pressed firmer, circled faster.
Her body shook and trembled, and she tried to keep from tightening, but like a clock wound to the point of breaking, she was ready to spring apart. She gasped, drew in a deep breath, fought for control. Her cry was thin as her lungs struggled to breathe.
“Now, my sweet sub. Scream for me and come.”
Those had to be the sweetest words she’d ever heard. She didn’t need her beast to tell her twice. She let go. She shouted his name and flew, grabbing at the fistfuls of bright, shiny balls of candy flying around her.
Damon tasted and drank her sweet cream as she shuddered and shook. Her pussy clamped on his fingers, and each contraction drew him deeper. She was hot, wet, and her orgasm was the most beautiful gift he’d ever received.
Her cries were music to his ears as she sobbed his name over and over. He gentled his mouth and didn’t stop until she sagged, completely spent. Standing, he wrapped his arm around her, taking most of her weight while he unchained her wrists. Her arms fell and draped over his head.
Each breath came in a ragged gasp as her forehead dropped to his shoulder. He held her, loving the way her curves molded against him. His hands closed over her ass, and he lifted her until she stood on her toes. His erection skimmed through her damp curls, seeking entrance to her slick pussy.
Damon wanted nothing more than to lift her into his arms and drive himself deep inside her, but he had plans.
“That was incredible,” she breathed.
Her eyes were dark like liquid smoke. “Did you like your reward?”
“Yes.” Her voice was a soft purr. “I never knew it could be so intense.” Her admission made her blush.
“That was just the beginning.” He trailed a finger along her flushed cheek. “The first stop on a Halloween journey filled with as many houses to visit as you can handle.”
She smiled shyly. “May I reward you now, Sir Beast?”
“Giving yourself to me is my reward. And that is the center of what we are doing. You weren’t sure you liked being bound, but you enjoyed the experience. Correct?”
She frowned but nodded.
“You trusted me, and I took care of you. I pleased you.” He waited for her to absorb what he said.
“I liked very much the way you took care of me.”
“And that pleases me. That was a power exchange.”
“But you—um—you haven’t come.”
He chuckled. “Trust me, little sub. I plan to fuck you to the moon and back.”
Chapter Five
Good god.
Fuck her to the moon and back.
Her insides buzzed in anticipation, and her legs trembled. Most guys, if they got the girl off first wouldn’t wait to seek their own satisfaction. The fact that Damon wasn’t in a hurry to take care of his needs gave her pause. He’d pleased her more than anyone else, yet it wasn’t enough. Deep in her core, desperate need pooled. She should have been satisfied and sated. Instead, her desire for this man had only grown stronger.
“Shall we continue? I believe we have more houses to visit and a lot more candy to gather.”
“Yes, Sir,” she answered shyly, which, considering everything they’d done, seemed silly.
“Good. Go into the bedroom and position yourself on the bed.”
She frowned. Position? She had no idea what he meant, but she was curious to see what he had planned. She turned, spotted the set of double doors, and pushed them open. And came to an abrupt halt.
The bedroom was huge. Her attention focused on the large king-sized bed that took up a third of the space. She spotted a black wedge in the center of the bed. His orders suddenly made sense. Her eyes went wide at the sight of a pair of leather cuffs attached to each side of the wedge. Her heart thumped painfully.
“Was there something in my request you did not understand?”
His deep voice rumbled through her. He was back to full Dom mode. “No, Sir.”
“Then I expect you to obey without delay.”
Fear warred with need.
Trust. Learning to give up control.
That’s what he was addressing in this first session. Damn, she’d wanted a weekend of awesome sex, and so far, from the preview he’d given her, if she did what he asked, she’d get the best sex of her life. So with hesitant steps, she entered the room.
Damon watched her climb on the bed and eye the wedge. With a deep breath, she draped herself over it. He let out his breath, relieved she’d obeyed. More than any other sub, he needed her to trust him and give him control. Each time she did was a gift he treasured.
The mattress dipped beneath his weight as he positioned himself behind her. Was there a sexier sight than a woman’s ass in the air, begging to be stroked and all those crevices explored? Not in his mind. He noticed she’d closed her eyes tightly and was chewing her lower lip, a sure sign that she was nervous. Did she expect him to cuff her legs to the wedge?
That had been the plan. Instead, he caressed her back, following the curve of her spine from the nape of her neck to the crease below her ass, his fingers brushing her sex with each pass. “I’m proud of you, Belle. I know this isn’t easy, but it’ll be worth it.”
“It’d better be,” she sighed, relaxing.
His palms crested her ass, trailed down her thighs, and eased them apart. “Good Doms reward obedient subs. You did as I asked and earned yourself more candy.”
Damon cupped each cheek and lifted, spreading her open. He stared at her weeping pussy. His gut tightened with need, and his cock bobbed and bounced as the blood pounded through his veins. How easy it would be to plunge inside her and give them both what they each wanted and needed.
But he’d told her the truth. He took his responsibilities as a Dom seriously, and though he needed to please her, he was also responsible for teaching her about her own sexuality. And that meant pushing her, experimenting, discovering her boundaries, then allowing her to grow and shine.
She surprised him. For such a confident woman, she was nervous, unsure of herself, and shocked at her own responses. He knew she hated giving up control, yet when she did, she responded so magnificently.
He trailed one finger over her tight rosette, then circled her glistening slit. Her sigh turned to a moan, and she wiggled her hips. He wanted her good and hungry before he got to the next part of his plan. He needed her willing to put her trust in him. So he’d prove himself worthy.
“House number two. Hard and fast, Belle.” He eased a finger inside her wet, throbbing sheath and out. She was hot and creamy. Her inner muscles tightened. He let out his breath. Damn, she felt good.
Good hell
. This woman was heaven on earth. His gaze latched onto the rhythmic way her pussy contracted and released. Beneath his palm, the muscles in her ass clenched.
He grinned, thrust two fingers inside, and curved them. Her shriek pleased him more than any words she could have uttered and set off a string of small bombs of pure lust in his balls as cum churned and fought for release. God, at this rate, he was liable to embarrass himself. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d come without meaning to.
She moaned. “Please, Sir.” She panted the plea, remembering his rule and not wanting him to stop.
“Yes, my sweet, innocent Belle.” He pressed her G-spot hard.
A bolt of pleasure flared from pussy to clit. Caitie shrieked his name and exploded like a cannon ball shot high into the heavens. Everything both faded yet became. Her body fell away and she soared high into a world filled with splashes of color weaving into rainbows sparkling stars. She convulsed and jerked, each burst of pleasure sending her higher into that magical place where there was just her and the man who sent her over the edge.
Gasping, she went limp. How was it possible for this orgasm to be better, sweeter, and stronger? She wasn’t sure she was still alive. Until he licked her and drank her cream. His finger slipped into her folds and found her clit.
“Again,” he murmured.
“Not possible.” Yet she was so sensitive, so on edge, his fingers turned her mind to mush and the impossible became so. Her world narrowed to him and how he made her feel, then even that faded as he shot her back up, kept her in that heavenly cloud until she thought all life had fled.