Master of the Dark Side: A Novella (10 page)

Logan snorted. “I think she bit him.” Rebecca buried her face in his shirt, giggling her head off.

“Ah…am I missing something?” Summer asked.

“Small town,” Logan said. From the dom’s uninviting expression, he wouldn’t explain further. “Off with you. Virgil went upstairs to change clothes. I don’t know if he’s come down yet.”

“Right.”

Virgil wasn’t in the dungeon area.

In the kitchen, MaryAnn stood by a munchie-loaded counter, nibbling and singing along with Peter Steele’s dark voice: “Am I good enough…for you.” She gave Summer a happy smile. “’Bout time you got here. I thought I’d have to freeze my ass off to go pry you out of your cabin.”

“A friend stopped by.”

“Really? Master or slave?” MaryAnn picked up a sugar cookie and took a bite.

Kallie isn’t the only snoopy person
. “A dom I met in Dark Haven last month.”

MaryAnn’s eyes widened. “You’re seeing someone besides those buddies of yours? About time, girl.”

Jeez
. “What’s wrong with my friends?”

“Nothin’, but you got no buzz with them.” MaryAnn toasted her with the bottle. “So who’s this other dude? Are you dating him? Is he nice?”

“He’s nice.”
Wonderful, exciting, awesome.

“Sounds like a
but
coming.”

“But he doesn’t want to scene in public. And I don’t—I can’t—I won’t play in private.” She picked up a bottle of water and unscrewed the top. “It’s hopeless.”

“Girlfriend, if you figure he’s such a jerk in private, why would you play with him at all?”

“I don’t think that. I just don’t know.” The swallow of water stuck halfway down, and Summer coughed. “It’s like, even if a guy’s all sweet in public, he could go off on you when you’re alone together. How can you know?”

“Not easy. Course, I like’em nasty, and I’ve got one waiting in there now.” MaryAnn headed out, squeezing past Simon and Rona, who stood in the doorway. From their concerned expressions, they’d heard Summer’s worries.

“I spoke with Logan about your cop.” Simon walked over to squeeze her shoulder reassuringly. “He was raised here, and he’s well-respected. His cousin married Jake Hunt. According to Kallie, he’s honest, caring, blunt, and overprotective.”

Kallie was his cousin? No wonder she’d been curious. “Information helps. Thank you, Sir.”

Rona put an arm around her waist. “It helps intellectually, but until you know he’s safe at gut level, nothing will ease your fears, right?”

“No.” Summer sighed. “But—”

“There you are.” Virgil walked into the kitchen, dressed in jeans and a black T-shirt that appeared sprayed over his muscular chest. His biceps stretched the sleeves in such a way she wanted to take a little bite. Oh, she definitely wanted to play with him.

He nodded at Simon and Rona, then leaned a hip against a counter. His gaze traveled from her loose hair, her mouth, lingered on the cleavage created by the corset, dropped to her thighs displayed by her short latex hoop skirt, and down to her bare feet. His brow creased. “You didn’t walk here barefoot, did you?”

Rona laughed and whispered in Summer’s ear, “He’s definitely a protective one,” then dragged Simon out of the room.

“No, I have snow boots,” Summer answered. God, just looking at him made her shake inside.

“You know, you haven’t kissed me yet.” He pulled her forward into his arms. Iron-hard arms, a rock wall of a chest. Why such an embrace seemed warm and soft and wonderful was one of life’s great mysteries. She pressed her face into his neck, inhaling the lingering scent of the leather jacket he’d worn, his light, woodsy aftershave, and his own masculine fragrance.

With a rumble of pleasure, he pulled her between his legs. Her pelvis bumped his thick erection, and she rocked into it, mesmerized by the feel, wanting him inside her.

‡

W
hy did she
feel so fucking right? Virgil wondered. He threaded his hands through her sunshine-and-silk hair and kissed her lips lightly, breathing in peaches and vanilla and woman. His cock throbbed, demanding action. “We’re going to go play, but first, let me run over your limits. No blood sports, no severe pain.”

“No anal.”

He shook his head and smiled when her eyes widened. “You liked my fingers in your ass, honey. Why do you think you wouldn’t like my cock there?”

“I just know.”

“No, you don’t.” From the way her body had reacted to that slight amount of anal play, he figured she’d love more. If not, he wouldn’t either—perhaps she didn’t understand that.

She bit her lip, but her eyes had turned the color of larkspur blooming in the mountain meadows. His mother had loved larkspur. And laughter and courage. She’d have approved of this tough, joyous woman.

He ran his hands over Summer’s smooth, bare shoulders, down her tightly laced corset, and curved his fingers under her soft, soft ass cheeks. If he got any harder, he’d toss her onto the huge oak table in the center of the kitchen and take her right there. “You’re going to try anal once, and if you don’t like it, then you’ll have a reason to say no.”

The way her body melted under his touch said she’d accept his will; the heat in her eyes said she wanted to.

When she whispered, “Yes, Sir,” pleasure and power flooded his veins. He had to face it—his need to dominate equaled her need to submit.

*

An hour later,
Summer considered kicking Virgil somewhere painful.
Frustrated much, Summer
? She’d expected him to drag her off and do a scene. Instead, they’d strolled around the room and watched the various sessions. After the third one, she caught the way he was studying her reactions.

At a heavy flogging scene, she’d tensed up, and he’d pulled her closer. “Not your thing, I know. Not mine, either.”

When watching a threesome, he’d smiled at her and run a finger down her cheek. “Doesn’t do anything for you, does it? Me either. I’m too possessive.”

Near the center of the room, he deliberately stopped to watch a dom taking his sub from behind—in the ass.

The woman moaned and wiggled as her dom pushed deeper. Summer felt her nipples bunch into peaks, and her pussy grow damper. She glanced up.

Virgil’s focused gaze rested on her, not the scene. “You’re flushed, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Are you thinking about being in that position tomorrow? Taking your master’s cock in a very, very private place.”

Her asshole tightened, making her quiver. And making her even wetter.

He smiled slowly. “Oh, you are. You’ll take it, and I won’t stop until you come.”

God
. Her skin seemed to shimmer with heat. She looked away and spotted MaryAnn.

The submissive swaggered up to Virgil. “Hey, Master, are you looking for a fun sub?” She ran a finger over his biceps and batted her thick, black lashes.

His brows drew together in displeasure. “Thank you, no.” He turned back to Summer.

“But—” MaryAnn moved closer and rubbed her breasts against his arm.

Summer stared. MaryAnn never came on to the doms. What was she doing?

Virgil’s voice was colder than the mountain air as he snapped, “Leave.”

MaryAnn stepped back hastily. After shooting Summer a bemused look, she walked away.

Virgil shook his head. “I thought Dark Haven’s submissives were better behaved.” He put his arm around Summer. “Let’s see if you have a liking for anything else.”

“I already told you what I’m into.”

“No, honey, you only gave me what you don’t like.” He took her mouth for a long, thorough kiss.

More, more, more
. She set a hand on her stomach, trying to control her breathing. “Do I get to know your preferences?”

He chuckled. “I’m male. I like sex. I’m a dom—although it still feels wrong to say that—so I like control.” He put his hands around her waist and lifted her to stand on a low coffee table. Her eyes were even with his.

“Virgil!”

“I like your taste…everywhere. I like the heat of your cunt around my cock or around my fingers.” He slid his hand under her skirt and between her thighs, and when his finger pushed up into her, she moaned.

He gave a satisfied rumble. “I like the sounds you make.” His teeth closed on her shoulder. The small bite of pain rippled through her, and her pussy clenched around his finger. She inhaled sharply.

“Yeah, that sound.” His breath bathed her ear. “Whimpers. Moans. Screams. Little panting noises and sighs. You have the most beautiful voice I’ve ever heard.”

The hot flush rolled up her neck to her face. She tried to edge away.

His hand fisted in her hair, tugging her head back so her eyes met his. He held her in place as he slid another finger inside her entrance, thrusting gently as his thumb pressed on her clit.
Oh God.

“That sound right there,” he said in the rough, devastating voice she still heard in her dreams. “Give me more.”

His thumb circled her clit.

They stood right out in the middle of the room. A dom walking past paused to watch for a second. Summer shook her head. “Virgil, no.”

His eyes drew her in, swept her willpower away. Without answering, he lifted his knee and used his boot to nudge her feet farther apart on the low coffee table, spreading her more open. “Personally, I like privacy,” he said softly. “I prefer that I’m the only one to hear those little sounds you make—but if you like to share, then you will.”

With his fingers in her, his hand in her hair, she couldn’t move as he mercilessly aroused her. His thumb pressed harder, teasing the hood over her engorged clit. Her toes curled and her hands fisted as the pressure in her center tightened, as each slow thrust increased the sensations. He bent his fingers, moving to a new spot with each penetration until they rubbed against a…
place.

One that sent her senses spiraling away. She could feel the climax advancing toward her. “Oh, please. God, please.” She grabbed his upper arms, and his rock-hard biceps flexed under her grip.

“Let it happen,” he murmured. His fingers pulled out and drove in forcefully. Once. Twice. His thumb brushed over the very top of her clit.

The dam broke, and scalding pleasure flooded her system in a massive rush of sensation. Her back arched as she went up on tiptoes. He released her hair, setting his hard hand against her bottom, holding her so the fingers of his other hand could continue.

Each slow, slick stroke made her clench inside, sending more surging pleasure through her.

As her knees started to give, she let out a long moan that lightened his eyes with satisfaction.

“Very pretty. I hadn’t heard that one before.” Taking pity on her, he lifted her off the table and wrapped his arms around her, holding her against his solid body, a mountain no force would move.

She rested her forehead on his chest. She had gotten off so thoroughly her fingertips still tingled…and she craved doing it again. “I want you inside me,” she whispered. She wanted the intimacy—him giving and her giving and…

“I’m not one to fuck a woman in public, Summer.” The coarse words hurt, but then he added, “And when it’s more…more special…it’s even more difficult.”

“Oh.” He’d given her a wonderful orgasm, held her so sweetly now. She’d never wanted to please a dom so much, and instead she kept letting him down. The guilt grated against her soul. “I’m sorry. I didn’t—”

“Shhh.” He nuzzled her cheek, his jaw scratchy with a man’s heavy stubble. “It’s not your fault. We’ll figure something out, baby.” He tucked her hair back, exposing her face. “You are so pretty when you’re all pink.”

As relief eased the remorse, she kissed him, willing him to understand how much it meant he didn’t blame her. “Thank you.”

He snorted. “I intend to take my annoyance out of your hide one way or another.”

Somehow his threat didn’t worry her at all. She snickered.

“Brat.” When he let her go, her legs wobbled like an old woman’s. With a huffed laugh, he sat her on a couch. “Stay here while I get you some water.”

As Virgil disappeared into the kitchen, Simon appeared and pulled Summer to her feet. “Don’t talk. Just come with me.” He stopped right outside the kitchen and positioned Summer where she could see inside.