Authors: Dakota Trace
“Your answer— now,
Braelyn
, before I take you where you sit.” Hoarse vibrations rocked her as his voice rumbled under her ear.
“Yes, Sir.” Her words whispered over his pulse. “I offer my submission.”
Chapter Seven
Braelyn
clung to him as Flannery carried her down the hall. Her offer of submission had barely passed her swollen lips, before he’d been unable to resist temptation any longer. While there was no drug to war with his normal iron-clad control, he found himself tired of fighting his natural urges.
Sweeping her up from her kneeling position had seemed as easy as breathing. He couldn’t wait any longer to claim her. She’d had her chance to back out and he was out of patience. His dick ached to feel her tight pussy wrapped around it as much as his eyes longed to see her tied to his bed.
“Pick a safe word.” His tone was tight as his strides ate up the distance between the living room and his bedroom.
“
Dearg
,”
She whispered the word against his skin. He could feel her entire body trembling against him. He only hoped anticipation was the cause. Then her safe word registered. A chuckle built in his throat at the irony of it. He’d never expected her to pick something as simple as the word red.
“The Gaelic word for red?” He gathered her closer when she nodded. Using his shoulder to push the door open, he moved into his bedroom. “
Dearg
it is.” He let her slide down his body until she stood in front of him with her head bowed. “If you use it everything stops. Do you understand?”
He had to strain to hear her answer, but thanks to his
godling
hearing, he made out her soft-spoken, “Yes, Sir.”
“Good. I’m glad you are familiar with safe words. What I’m planning for you in this room will be intense. So if you need me to slow down, but not completely stop, tell me
buí
.
”
“
Buí
–
yellow, of course. Much like the human’s stop lights.” He could hear the smile in her voice. “
Glas
for green if I’m able to continue?” For the first time since they’d entered the room, she peeked up at him through her lashes.
He cupped her chin, tipping her face up towards his, searching her face to clues of her mental state. Was she truly ready to embark on this journey with him?
By
Invincible’s
sword I hope so.
His thumb rubbed over the curve of her jaw. “Yes, little one,
glas
if you can continue. Which I hope to hear a lot tonight.”
A low growl built in his chest when she tipped her head further into his palm to rub her soft cheek over his calloused palm. The differences intrigued him. He needed to find out how soft her lush body would feel under his ropes, under his touch, and finally under him as she welcomed him inside her sweet little pussy.
Predictably, his cock pushed harder at the leather containing it. He shifted his stance in an attempt to ease the discomfort, before his attention was dragged down to focus on the tempting swells of her breasts. Standing this close he could see the deep cleavage framed by the scalloped neckline of her dress. His mouth watered with the need to taste.
”Sir?” The word left her mouth as if on a sigh.
“Yes, little one?” He stroked his free hand up, then down her arm, continuing to focus on the rise and fall of her breasts. Each time they rose, he expected to see them pop free of the material.
“Would you like me to disrobe?” Her hopeful tone sent desire crashing through him once more. Fire burned inside of him at the idea of her naked and writhing under him.
“Not yet. I fear my actions if you stand naked beside me. I’ll have you mounted and bedded before I have time to play with this delicious body.” He released her cheek to cup her hip with his hand. Giving it a gentle squeeze, he chuckled when a moan burst free from her.
“Please, Sir.” Breathless, her plea stroked over his already taunt nerves.
“I will, in good time.” He brushed his lips across her temple before trailing down her cheek to settle on her ear. He tugged it inside of his mouth, loving the way she jerked in his arms when he gently nipped at the lobe.
“Ah…” She whimpered, her hands leaving her sides. He grunted when they settled on his
pecs
. He hissed as she rotated them, teasing the flat dusky nipples with her soft inner palms. Her forbidden touch felt like heaven.
“Who said you could touch me,
Braelyn
?” Even though it came out husky, he knew there would be no denying the disapproval in his tone.
“No one, Sir.” He had to stifle his growl as she moved to lift her hands. Pressing her closer, he trapped them in place between their bodies. He couldn’t bear the idea of her removing her hands from his body.
“I’ll let it slide this time, little one, but the next time you touch without permission, there will be punishment in it for you.” He gave the rounded curve of her hip a squeeze. “I will bend you over my bed and warm this ass…“ He slid his hand around to cup the taunt globe of her ass. “…until you’re crying out for relief.” He nuzzled her hair with his nose. “One that will be very
slow
in coming. Do you understand?”
She squirmed in his hold before he felt her conscious effort to still her movements after he gave her bottom a light slap. A muffled gasp teased his ears. “Yes, Sir.”
He inhaled her distinctive scent one last time, loving the cool spring scent which reminded him so much of his favorite soap. Now that he could have her, he wanted to bathe in her scent. It was so different than the sulfuric, almost acidic scent he was accustomed to smelling on his
demoness
subs. Easing her away from his body, he turned her towards the bed. Her sharp inhalation had him wanting to groan along with her as she took in the sight in front of her.
“Do you like what you see, little one?” Using his hands, he coaxed her closer to the bed. “Can you imagine what the cuffs will feel like against your skin?” Attached to long leather straps, the silver buckles on the black cuffs gleamed in the low light cast by the lamp on the bedside table. They were a sharp contrast to the cream-colored bedding. He could already envision what they would look like against her pale skin.
“Do you know how tightly they will hold you for me? But first I need you on the bed.” He gave her a small nudge, just hard enough to send her sprawling face down onto the flat surface.
The groan he’d been fighting ripped free when her leather skirt flared up oh so briefly, giving him a peek at her bare bottom before resettling around her hips. Grabbing the thickly carved post attached to the footboard, he began mentally counting, trying to distract himself.
One…I will not pounce on her…two…I will not rip her skirt up…three…I will not fuck her into the bed… four…I will control myself…
Then the little sub sprawled on her stomach in front of him, strained his control to the breaking point with one needy sentence.
“I can’t wait to feel your cups, Sir.” Her gaze was focused on the supplies he’d left on his nightstand. Rounded glass globes of varying sizes reflected the soft light spilling from a bedside lamp. Along with a bottle of rubbing alcohol, cotton balls, and long stemmed matches, everything rested on a silver tray. She wiggled her hips and he lost it. His instincts consumed him.
“Mine!” And he pounced.
* * * * *
A startled
oompth
escaped
Braelyn’s
lungs. She’d expected to get some response out Flannery but not this – not a declaration of ownership before he jumped her bones, literally. She inhaled sharply as his weight pressed against her back, only to moan when air hit the inside of her thighs as he jerked up her skirt. Calloused palms rubbed over her sensitive skin as he made more room for himself.
“Tell me if I hurt you, little one.” His voice was strained. She cried out when his fingers thrust inside her with little warning or consideration of her untried state. The stinging burn had her hissing as tears wet her eyes.
“So wet.” His growl of appreciation did little to sooth her. She could feel her wetness but the reality of having a man inside her was much different than she expected. It felt nothing like her much smaller fingers.
“
Buí
,
Sir,
buí
,”
The words tumbled from her mouth as unfamiliar sensations buffeted her. Pressed against her back, Flannery groaned but stilled, his ragged breath teased her ears.
“
Shhh
, did I hurt you, Sweetheart?” His endearment relaxed her a bit despite the thick fingers still embedded inside her opening.
“A moment, Sir.” She hissed when the fingers inside her twitched. “I’m sure it will pass.” Taking deep breaths, she tried to force her body into loosening around his fingers.
A long lick over her shoulder, followed by the brush of his thumb over her sensitive clit sent a renewed wave of lust through her lower body. A low mewl passed her lips as his teeth teased the muscle along her shoulder. She wiggled against his hand, desperate for more pleasure.
“That’s it; let me help you, little one. Give over to me. Trust me with your body.” He bit down on her trapped muscle hard enough to sting but not to break the skin. Erotic pain flashed through her followed so closely by pleasure, she couldn’t distinguish between the two. “What level are you at?” His demand to know if she was okay to go on was barely audible above the blood rushing in her ears.
“Oh, dear Goddess…
glas
,
Sir!” Her thighs trembled when he rewarded her with a thumb pressing harder against her nubbin. Trembling on the edge, she fought her body’s need to slide over.
No permission. I have to have permission.
“Please, Sir. I need to…argh!” Her plea turned into a muffled shout as she stuffed the blanket into her mouth, unwilling to hurt him with her Banshee’s cries.
The devilish long fingers inside her began to move, hitting spots she’d never reached with her own. A warning tingle at the base of her spine was her only warning of her impending doom. Pleasure sharp and intense blind-sided her.
“Son of bitch! We’ll do the cups next time, little one.” Something thick and long replaced his fingers as his hair fell over her shoulder. The desperation in his voice could be heard as he cursed. “I can’t wait any longer. I’ve got to…fuck!”
Digging her fingers into the mattress, her back arched when she pushed back against him offering herself, uncaring about what the books had told her about being submissive, about waiting. Giving him the physical release he needed trumped those rules.
His low masculine growl followed his acceptance of her offer. He withdrew before surging back inside her. She bit down on the bedding when the pleasure doubled until black spots danced in front of her eyes. She needed…oh dear goddess she was going to die.
“Don’t fight it!” His guttural command sent her even higher. “Come for me again. I will accept no less.”
She sobbed when his thrusting rubbed her throbbing clit against the soft duvet. It was agonizing. The pleasure so brutal she wanted to scream with it, but she couldn’t. She had just enough sense left to realize the danger if she cried out.
The room filled with the echo of his hips smacking against her raised ass. It competed with her husky but muffled concerto and his primal grunts as he continued to ride her. The headboard thumped against the wall as he pounded harder into her. Inside her the mating song built. Panic grew right along with it; she needed him to finish this right now before she… Spitting out the fabric, she lifted her head. “Oh, my goddess, please come for me, Sir. Fill me before it’s too late!”
His answering roar as he dug his fingers into the swell of her hips had her sobbing into the fist she’d crammed into her mouth. Biting down hard on her knuckles, the sharp pain managed to stop the mating song wanting to burst free. But it also stalled what she was sure would’ve been an explosive orgasm. Despite it all, relief and pleasure filled her when she felt the warmth of his seed spilling inside her. She’d done it. She’d sated him without binding them together.