Entwined Fates: Dominating Miya (12 page)

She scowled at them, then him, trying her best to hold on to that anger. She wasn’t going to let him get to her. She refused to let him scare her, and she knew that’s exactly what he was trying to do. What was it he’d said? That he’d push all her buttons to prove she couldn’t do this?

Well, she’d show him.

Chapter Fourteen

Alex almost chuckled at the spark of jealousy in her eyes. Later, he would tell her he’d never been with those subs, but right now, he wasn’t sure he could talk. Seeing Miya secured to the poles, in nothing but those boots, had his cock twitching painfully.

She was beautiful. Even with that fire flashing in her eyes, she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Again, he questioned why he didn’t like a little sass in his sub.

His life was so crazy, so chaotic the only place he had any order was here. He wanted his sub to be obedient and sweet, never giving him any lip. Looking at Miya with her eyes narrowed in anger and her chin set at a defiant tilt, he realized just how much he enjoyed her fighting him. It made him feel alive and more satisfied than he had in a long time.

God, he hoped she didn’t run after this. He thought about going easy on her, but he couldn’t. She needed to see, to understand, and hopefully to accept.

If she didn’t, it would shatter his heart.

He squatted down and took one ankle in his hand. She fought him at first, till he slapped her thigh. She gasped and relaxed her ankle, letting him secure it to the post.

He didn’t look up at her as he moved to the other one, securing it to the pole as well. This time she didn’t fight. Before standing, he glanced up and found her scowl to be quite amusing. His gaze dropped to her smooth pussy and noticed the moisture coating her folds. She may be angry, but she was also aroused.

He leaned forward and drew his tongue slowly through her slit. Her taste filled his mouth, and it took everything in his power not to keep going. Especially when Miya gasped softly and jerked her hips toward his face.

He backed up just before his tongue touched her clit, and she growled softly. As he stood, he chuckled. “I think my sub protests a little too much.”

“Fuck you,” she growled.

“You’re not quite ready for that yet, sub.”

Alex’s lips twitched at the anger clearly on her face. Miya cursed like that when she was scared. She should be, but she should also know he would never truly hurt her. He reached out and cupped her breasts, kneading them with his fingers. Miya bit her lip, trying to keep the moan at bay.

Wow, she was a hot little fighter.

He pinched her nipples, and a squeak escaped her tightly compressed lips. When her nipples were erect and hard, he reached for the black nipple clamps on the table close by. Miya looked at them with wide, almost hesitant eyes. She shook her head, silently pleading.

Alex had a moment of doubt but pushed it aside and placed the clamp onto her nipple. “Black to match your boots,” he murmured.

Her face pinched, and she yelped.

“Breathe, Miya,” he whispered for her ears only. “It will pass.”

She drew in a deep, uneven breath. “Damn you.”

He clamped the other one, and this time, she gasped at the bite of pain. Two seconds later, she drew in another shaky breath, then glared at him even harder.

God, she was stunning.

MIYA WANTED TO hit him but couldn’t move. She swore, if he got close enough, she’d bite him. Her nipples burned from the clamps, her body heated from embarrassment and anger, but between her legs she was wet and aching. That made her the angriest of all.

She wasn’t comfortable with being on public display, but deep inside, she liked the looks of approval he gave her. She even liked the lust that turned his amethyst eyes a darker purple. If she could keep looking at him, she could block out the other people’s faces.

Unfortunately, she couldn’t block out the voices. Men all around commented on her body, her boots, her breasts, and her hair. They even commented on how lucky Alex was and how surprised they were that he was dealing with her. Usually, he left the fiery subs to other Doms. That one made her want to cry. Would she go through all this only for him to tell her she wasn’t what he wanted?

She swallowed and tried to tamp down some of her anger, but it was hard. Alex was such an arrogant, high-handed jackass sometimes. Scratch that—most of the time. And it was second nature for her to fight against that. To fight against him. Oh, God. Was he right? Would she really not be able to submit to him?

Tears gathered in her eyes, and she squeezed them shut. When she opened them again, Alex was watching her closely. She would not cry in front of him, because then he’d want to know why, and she just couldn’t say it. She just couldn’t tell him she loved him and was terrified she was going to lose him. Not here. Not in front of all these people.

In that instant, she realized she couldn’t change who she was, even for Alex. He would either love her or not. Accept her or not. She just hoped he accepted.

Narrowing her eyes, she snapped, “What are you waiting for…Alex?”

Keeping his gaze on hers, Alex reached across to the table and clasped the handle of a flogger. Miya tried to hide her anxiety as he pulled his hand back and flicked the fingers of the flogger over her thigh. She flinched but was surprised it didn’t hurt like she thought it would.

“That’s it?” she asked sarcastically. “That’s all you got?”

She almost regretted her mouth at the sight of Alex’s raised eyebrow and the determined glint in his eyes.

“That was just a warm-up, angel,” he purred as he walked around her. Miya tried to glance at him over her shoulder, but his snarled command of “eyes forward, sub” had her jerking her head back quickly.

He flicked the flogger again, this time hitting her hip. The sting brought tears to her eyes, and she arched her back, trying to get away from the lash. Unfortunately, she was so tightly held in place, she couldn’t go anywhere.

She bit her lip to keep from crying out as the second stinging slap hit the back of her thigh. Wow, that one would leave a mark. But despite the pain, or maybe because of it, a heat unlike anything she’d felt before burned inside her.

Damn son of a bitch.

He flicked the flogger across her other hip, a little softer this time. She sighed slightly in relief as the soft flicks continued down the back of one thigh, then up the other. When he slapped her hard against the cheek of her ass, he caught her by surprise enough that she cried out.

Everyone around her snickered softly, and she clamped her lips closed, determined to not do it again.

He walked back around to the front and watched her face as though trying to read her. She swallowed and held her chin up in defiance. Cold harshness emanated from his eyes, but she didn’t miss the tiny twitch to his lips, as though he found her amusing.

Was he enjoying this? Did he like her spunk? Oh, please, God. Let him like her spunk.

“I think you need a little something else.” Alex walked over to the table, picked up a long, thick vibrator, and removed it from its wrapping. “Or maybe something not so little.”

Her eyes widened. “Don’t you dare,” she snarled.

He walked back over and held the vibrator in front of her startled face. Surely he wouldn’t.

“It’s not as big as me, but…”

She swallowed at the size of the thing. Not as big as him? Just how big was he?

Alex chuckled at the look of horror that had to be all over her face. He reached between her legs, at first making her jump, but when his fingers started lightly teasing her clit, she had to bite back a moan. Oh, God, she was going to kill him for this.

He smiled almost wickedly. “So wet, I don’t believe I need any lube.”

“Alex, I swear to—”

He tugged at the clamp holding her nipple, and sharp pain made her flinch and her pussy actually clench. Good grief!

“Who?” he asked as he released the clamp, sending another jolt through her body.

She scowled at him, keeping her mouth tightly closed. She saw him try to fight a grin as he set the vibrator at her entrance. Her hips actually bucked slightly in anticipation of the toy entering her channel. She’d never been so turned on in her life. Miya’s scowl deepened even further. Right now, she hated her body for betraying her.

“I can go easy on you with this,” he murmured. “Or a hell of a lot harder. Which is it?”

She kept her mouth closed, although a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach made her think she just might regret that. Unfortunately, her pride wouldn’t let her give in.

Keeping the tip of the toy just inside her opening, Alex gripped the back of her head, fisting his hands almost brutally in her hair. She opened her lips on a gasp, only to have her mouth covered with his. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, dominating. Miya wanted to moan, but held herself back. He was aggressive, almost too aggressive as the kiss deepened, making her melt inside like ice cream on a warm day.

She moaned, and the kiss softened, became sweet, sensual. His tongue lightly stroked hers, exploring her mouth with a thoroughness that left her breathless. Miya never wanted it to end. When he pulled away from her, she whimpered and tried to follow. The chuckles of the men around her made her blush and frown again.

“Dirty ass. You did that on—”

Alex pressed the toy into her channel, forcing it past her tight walls till the base rubbed her clit. Miya scrunched her eyes closed and clenched her mouth against the desire to moan at the feeling of fullness. She struggled to take the toy. If Alex was bigger, what would sex be like with him?

“Master Alex,” someone called from the crowd. “I would like my name on the list of Doms to play with her.”

Miya opened her eyes and stared at Alex. Would he give her to someone else? Stand back and watch while some other Dom put his hands on her? For a few seconds he didn’t say anything, just watched her.

“No,” Alex said, then walked back behind her again. “She’s mine.”

Miya would’ve breathed a sigh of relief, but the slap of the flogger against her hip made her cry out in surprise. A murmur of disappointment went through the crowd before someone shouted, their voice full of amusement, “That’s a first.”

A second whack of the flogger hit the middle of her back, just as the vibrator lodged deep inside her turned on. Miya jerked and growled low in her throat as the base of the toy hummed against her clit. “Damn you, you dirty son of a— Ow!” She screamed as the flogger flicked around her ribs to hit her burning nipple.

The beads hanging from the clamp jiggled as the leather slapped against it. The burning in her breasts grew worse, making the walls of her pussy quiver around the toy. Miya moaned, unable to fight overwhelming sensations of pleasure and pain that mingled to create something she’d never felt before.

She heard him chuckle softly behind her, and if he’d been in front of her, well…what the hell could she do really? Glare? That did nothing. Inside, every nerve, every muscle tingled with erotic heat and need. This was insane.
She
was insane.

The flicks of the flogger became softer, almost like a caress as they brushed over her legs, her hips, her back. Miya began to pant as each sting sent a wave of heat to her pussy she couldn’t fight. She whimpered, then clamped her lips closed, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing her sighs. She was too damn pissed at him.

Her body grew taut, her breasts swelled, her channel… God, her channel tightened around the toy till she thought she might explode. The swatting of the leather became harder, faster, and Miya moaned, shocked at her reaction to the pain, the pleasure, even the exhibitionism. Just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, the fingers of the flogger wrapped around her hip, and the edges caught the top of her clit.

Miya screamed, exploding in a ray of light so bright she couldn’t catch her breath. Every part of her body shook with the intensity of the orgasm as it slammed through her channel and landed smack in her womb.

Alex moved to stand in front of her again, his eyes devilish as he gripped the clamps. Miya, still riding the waves of her release, shook her head. Alex ignored her and removed the clamps simultaneously. She squealed as the burning pain of blood rushing back into her nipples sent her over the edge a second time.

DAMN.

IT WAS the only thing Alex could think as he watched Miya slowly ease down from her orgasm. He turned off the vibrator and reached to tug it free. Her walls clamped around it, not wanting to release it at first. When it came free, Miya moaned softly and let her head fall back.

As he stared at her, he realized he’d take her fighting spirit over a meek submissive any day.

Why the hell had he fought his feelings for her for so long? Marcone, Chris, Hayden. All of them would just have to get over it.

Inside, he saddened. What would happen if she told him she couldn’t do this?

She raised her head and stared at him, her eyes startled and confused. He cupped her cheek and leaned in to whisper for her ears only. “It’s okay, angel. I have you.”

Wrapping one arm around her waist, he reached up to undo the right cuff. Her arm dropped weakly to her side, and she sagged against his chest. Switching arms, he undid the left one. As soon as he realized she couldn’t stand on her own, he called to Master Josh, who stood just a few feet off to the side, watching.

“Can you get her feet, please?” Alex asked.

Josh nodded and stepped forward to release her ankles from the cuffs. The second she was free, Alex bent and lifted her in his arms.

Miya rested her head on his shoulder, her face buried in his neck. She felt so right there. So perfect. He never wanted to let her go, but it had to be her decision. Her choice.

“Where are we going?” she asked, drowsy as he carried her through the club.

“To my suite,” he replied softly.

“Nice job, Master Alex,” someone said as he passed, and Alex dipped his head in thanks.

“Beautiful sub, Master Alex. You’re a lucky dog,” someone else said, and Alex again nodded in acknowledgement.