My Liege of Dark Haven (21 page)

He tugged on the rope in admonishment, but she could only groan. Everything down there throbbed, and she’d never wanted to be taken so badly.

“Getting a bit needy, pet?” A crease appeared in his cheek, and if she hadn’t been dying, she’d have sworn at him. “Let’s take care of your little problem, then.”

He pushed her legs apart. As he pulled the rope away, she whimpered. Her clit felt raw and far too sensitive, pulsing over her entrance that begged to be filled. With hard fingers, he separated her labia and nudged the hood back. His smile flickered. “All puffy and pink. Very pretty.”

He flipped her onto her hands and knees. With a hand under her chest, he mercilessly pulled her bound hands off to the right and lowered her onto her left shoulder. The side of her face pressed into the blanket, her bottom tilted up in the air, and she had no way to prevent anything that might happen.

She tried to move, and a hand between her shoulders held her in place. “Now you understand, Abby. The control is mine, and you’ll take what I give you.” As he leaned down, his eyes trapped her gaze, reinforcing the knowledge.

Left with no escape, her body relaxed into acceptance. As her mind bowed under the inevitable, a peaceful hum filled her head.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured and straightened. Calloused hands stroked over her back and downward. After kneading her bottom, he wiggled the plug, making her whimper at the unfamiliar zinging of nerves.

She heard his zipper, the rustle of a condom wrapper, and then the head of his cock pushed at her entrance. He slid in slightly, retreated, pressed farther with the same movements he’d used with the anal plug.

She groaned as he advanced.
Too tight
. With the plug in she was too full. When her thighs tried to push her forward and away, his grip on her hip tightened. “Easy, Abby.”

His low voice called to her, wrapped around her. Pulling in a breath, she made her muscles relax again to offer what he demanded. To gift him with herself.

He stilled. Then he swept his hands down her spine in a rush of sensation, warming her with his heat and attention.

His cock pushed again. Farther.
Stretch, slide, stretch
. As she pulsed around the intrusion, the discomfort changed to pleasure but still was too much. Overwhelming, and she couldn’t stop shaking. She moaned.

Startled at the sound, she tensed and realized she heard people in the forest—the slap of flesh on flesh, whimpers and groans and moaning. That meant they could hear her and Xavier.

He stopped, his thighs hot against hers. “All in,” he said.

“Shhh!”

Even as she cringed at what she’d said, he laughed.
Laughed
. “Needless to say, trying to silence your Dom is a mistake.” He tapped a finger on her bottom as he considered…as she throbbed around him, unable to move.

“Every time I thrust, you will give me a noise—a groan, a scream, or a moan—loud enough for everyone to hear. If not, they’ll hear the sound of my hand on your ass.”

No. No no no.

He pulled back and slammed into her. Oh, she couldn’t. She swallowed her moan.

The splat of his hand—and her yelp at the stinging pain—was probably loud enough to be heard in Bear Flat.

He thrust again, and her lips instinctively pressed closed.

“Stubborn little submissive.” He slapped her other buttock.

Pain burst; then the sting merged with the heat low in her pelvis.

His hand pushed between her butt cheeks, and the anal plug started to vibrate.

She jerked as every nerve back there jolted and tingled.

He chuckled. “I can feel the vibrations. Very nice.” He pressed deeper inside her as if to enjoy and stroked his hands over her.

“Make noise, Abby.” He slid out and plunged in hard. Her groan at the unexpected pleasure couldn’t be stopped. When he was in, stretching her around him, the vibrations felt too, too intense. The slick slide of his hard cock out was…incredible.

“That’s better. Keep the noise coming, pet.” In. Out. In. Out. With each thrust, his hair washed over her skin, her cheek dug into the blanket, and her body shook with pleasure. She could hear her own moans as the pressure inside her built higher. It was so good and yet not enough.

He increased the pace, and the rushing in her head grew until she couldn’t tell if she was making noise or not. He hammered her and then slowed.

She groaned. The air was thick. Hot. Sweat trickled down her back. Her core was too tight, throbbing and riding the edge of reaching the peak. But not.

He bent forward, his rock-hard chest on her back, and she squeaked as his cock bumped her cervix. His groin pushed the anal plug deeper. So full. Her moan came out long and deep, making him huff a laugh.

His hand settled beside her head, his arm a column on which his weight rested. He slid his other hand down her belly to her mound.

When one hard finger rubbed over her swollen clit, her entire body clenched. “Oooo. Oh God.”

“Now that’s a good sound, pet.”

His finger went lower to slicken in her wetness. Then, with a hard thrust, his shaft stretched her, even as his finger slid along the tight nub. She gasped as the two sensations hit, and he laughed.

Laughed as he moved his finger over her, his hammering thrusts accompanying the movements like drums with a saxophone.

She tried to groan for him and realized she was moaning continuously. Vibrations beat at her from behind. His cock filled her. Emptied her. Filled her. And his finger never stopped teasing her clit, driving her higher and higher.

Pressure coiled in her core, in her whole lower half, pulling her senses after it, until her universe was made up of movement, the slick slide of his finger, of his cock. Her thighs quivered, her fingernails dug into her palms, and slowly, inevitably, every muscle grew rigid.

“Let it go, pet,” he murmured, and his finger went sideways, over the top of her clit. Everything inside her clamped down and then blasted open, sending pleasure singing within her veins, her nerves, down to her toes, until her body shuddered with it. Over and over.

Mercilessly gripping her hips, Xavier slammed into her, keeping the waves of sensation rolling through her. His fingers tightened painfully, and then he came inside her with a growl of satisfaction.

He leaned over her, his lips on her nape, his body hot above her, and she tried to rouse her mind, but it had gone dead. Erratic spasms made her jerk, her legs shook, and she was sure she’d had at least one heart attack.

“Hold on for a moment, pet.” He pressed a kiss to her nape and squeezed her shoulder before pulling out and removing the anal plug as well.

Empty and shaking, she couldn’t find the willpower to move.

“Let me get you unbound.” With gentle hands he rolled her onto her back and removed the ropes. As he massaged the dented skin, she stared at him, feeling lost. A couple of minutes ago, she’d needed him physically; now it was all emotional. Tears prickled behind her eyes.
I don’t like this.

“Shhh. You’re exhausted, little fluff.” He slid down on the blanket beside her and propped his head up on a hand. His face was all shadows, while hers was in the moonlight, open to read as he stroked a big hand up and down her breasts, and her belly. Petting her, soothing her. His body warmed her on that side, and his hair tickled as the wind feathered it over her skin. “Just rest for a bit. I’m here.”

A breath shuddered through her as his presence filled the emptiness and went further yet, melting away her icy defenses. With trembling fingers, she laid her palm on the side of his face and felt his cheek curve with his smile.

Chapter Fourteen

Physically satisfied and emotionally unsettled, Abby sat on her bed, chin resting on her knees. Color filled the rustic, one-room cabin, from the blue and white quilt to the multicolored rag rugs. Outside, the wind sloughed through the surrounding pine and fir trees. The mountain was a very peaceful place.

Well, when the inhabitants weren’t indulging in war games.

Although she’d hoped Xavier would stay with her, one of the Masterson brothers had dragged him away, wanting to “pick his brains” about a business problem. Odd, that. What would a BDSM club owner know about a wilderness guide business? Rather than waiting, she and Rona had taken Simon’s car to Serenity Lodge to check in and get cleaned up.

She shifted on the bed, and the lingering tenderness between her legs reminded her of the feel of the anal plug and how Xavier’s cock had filled her…and how he’d driven her to an orgasm that sent heat through her every time she thought about it.

He hadn’t pulled away after sex this time. In fact, on the hayride back, he’d held her on his lap so firmly that she’d felt safe and happy and wonderfully within his power.

“Now why does that seem so…satisfying?” she asked. The bobcat in the painting on the log wall ignored her. Snooty cat. Her puppies had better manners; they’d listen.

Okay, think it through
. Being held by a man was nice. She and Nathan had cuddled on the couch when they watched movies.

But Xavier’s actions were more…dominant. He’d pull her into his arms without asking, arrange her, and touch her how he wanted, and with every further evidence of his control she’d melt into him a little more. He’d known. His faint half smile and the warmth in his eyes said that seeing her submit pleased him.

She wasn’t sure it pleased her. More like scared her. A
lot
. Her emotions were dragging her toward him in a way she’d never felt before. Not even with Nathan.

Was the attraction to Xavier only because he was more powerful than Nathan? Maybe her feelings didn’t have anything to do with affection. Maybe she was experiencing the basic reaction of a submissive to an over-the-top Dominant.

Come to think of it, she’d first been attracted to Nathan because he liked to take charge, and that side of his nature had given her a thrill. She stared down at her hands. So…as a submissive, she’d reacted to Nathan. But she’d also liked his company, his intelligence, the control he had over his emotions. But was that all? She winced. Had she thought she loved him when it was really friendship—and a few zings from being submissive?

Her desire for Nathan had decreased every time Xavier had held her. Touched her. Kissed her.

She frowned at the cabin, wishing futilely for a pot of tea to help her think.

Whatever she and Nathan had had between them didn’t really matter, did it? In the fall, she’d see if they could still be friends.

After a glance at the bedside clock, she jumped off the bed and walked over to her bags. Time to get dressed for the evening.

Maybe there would be more sex. She grinned. She’d never figured she had much of a libido, but Xavier had sure changed her mind. She had to wonder, though—could anyone even walk when these weekends were over?

She’d loved watching him at the Mastersons’ barbecue. She’d rather thought that the Dark Haven members put him at the top of the hierarchy because he owned the club. But at the Mastersons’, even strangers had shown the same deference.
My liege
simply radiated confidence and power.

When a girlie sigh escaped her, she rolled her eyes in disgust, then laughed.

Abby picked up her new bustier, set it to one side, and looked at the choices for the lower half. Black skirt. Jeans. They’d seemed adequate before—but not for Xavier.

A tap on the heavy oak door sent her heart soaring for a moment until she realized the light knock sounded feminine. Not Xavier. Nonetheless, a diversion would be very welcome. She opened the door to her two friends.

“Hi.” She smiled at Rona and then checked Lindsey’s face. “Are you all right? I saw that deVries had shot you.” The Enforcer wouldn’t have gone easy on her.

“He sure did. Mitchell too. You know, the Aussie dude?”

“Two men?” Abby swallowed. “Seriously, did they—”

“I’m fine. DeVries got an emergency phone call and had to leave.” She snickered. “He was sure aggravated.”

Rona pursed her lips. “I haven’t heard such cursing since an OR nurse knocked over a tray of sterile instruments.”

“Oh.” Abby let out her breath and eyed Lindsey. “So are we happy about this?”

“We are. Lord have mercy, can you imagine taking two guys when one is the
Enforcer?
No way. Besides, Mitchell was mighty creative without any help.” Lindsey looked as contented as a puppy after a full bottle.

“Good.” Abby paused. “So what about deVries?”

“Well…” Lindsey bit her lip.

Rona answered. “He gave her a kiss hot enough to melt glaciers, then said she owed him her mouth and her ass. And he damn well intended to collect.”

“Maybe you should consider joining a different club,” Abby said, half seriously.

Rona laughed. “We’re dressing in Becca’s place. Grab your makeup and tonight’s clothes, and let’s go.”

“That would be wonderful.” Abby turned back to her cabin. Was this another way in which the BDSM people created their tribe or family bonds? It made her think of
Little Women
and how the sisters always dressed together. A pang bit at her; she’d never gotten to enjoy that ritual. Janae had hated her, and Grace had been too young.

Becca and Logan’s apartment took up half the second floor of the massive lodge. Kallie and Summer were already in the bedroom, vying for space at the sink and dressing table, using curling irons and straighteners.

In a comfortable armchair, Becca rested her hands on her round stomach and supervised. A massive Maine coon cat sprawled on the bed, occasionally turning a black-tufted ear to listen.

After greetings were exchanged, Abby laid her clothes on the bed and looked around. Comfortable and rustic. But there was only one bedroom in the apartment. “Are you going to be short on space when the baby comes?” she asked Becca.

“Jake and Kallie are building another cabin on the other side of the grounds. When it’s done, Logan and I will take over the whole second floor.”

“Oh, that’ll be nice.” Abby stripped off her T-shirt and bra.

In the bathroom, Kallie carefully stroked mascara on her lashes. “I get the best of both worlds—my own house and close enough to scarf down Becca’s cooking.”