The Bad Boys of Eden (111 page)

Chapter Three

Dex on the other hand, looked pissed. His hand holding her tightened and the other one balled into a fist. She appreciated Gabe had her best interests at heart, but Bonnie's head was already with Dex when her boss interrupted. She imagined Dex did not appreciate the interference.

He led her through the darkened hallway and into the last room on the right, closing the door behind him. The first thing she noticed was the quiet. The frenetic music of the dungeon had disappeared and been replaced by a barely there sound of soft music that reminded her of the pleasure he always gave her. Dozens of candles on various surfaces all around the room lit the space. In any other place, they might have seemed romantic, but not here. He'd brought her to the medical themed room where an examination table stood like a sentinel in the center, stirrups and all.

"Why are we here?" she asked. The jitters in her stomach has picked up their pace. He was changing the scene and she didn't understand why.

"Because this is where I want you. We're way past time for a change. And I don't expect an argument."

"But I like the cross."

For the first time tonight a semi-smile ghosted across his face, softening his features a tiny bit. "I know you do, little one, and that's exactly why we’re here. You've been controlling our scenes for way to long. Tonight it's happening one hundred percent my way."

Her brows pulled together in confusion. She didn't control anything. Hadn't he made that perfectly clear when he'd visited her station earlier?

"Don't look so worried. I know you trust me. So don't get all jack-rabbitty now. You have a safe word and I expect you to use it if you need to. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir." She didn't want to use it though. Not if it meant she had to go home unsatisfied. She needed this so damned bad. The need threatened to claw through her gut any moment now.

"Good. Now up on the table, flat on your back. I want you to grab your knees and spread your thighs as wide as you comfortably can."

She stared at him for only a moment as she visualized the position that would put her in.

"That's right. This is nothing like standing on the cross and it isn't supposed to be. So stop looking at me like that and do as you’re told."

Bonnie walked slowly toward the table as instructed, thinking about how exposed and vulnerable she was about to be. She climbed up and got into position. Finally grabbing onto her knees and pulling them apart.

"That's a good girl. Now hook your arms underneath your knees and pull them back while keeping those legs spread."

She followed his instructions exactly and gasped when her pussy spread further and the cool air of the room hit her extra sensitive flesh. Where her body had throbbed earlier was nothing compared to the now full-blown pressure. Dex approached her and the blood rushed to her sex. Open, exposed and aching, she didn't know what to do.

"I'm going to restrain your legs like this. If at any time it becomes too uncomfortable, you let me know. I can loosen your limbs or massage your muscles until any pain goes away. Understood?"

She nodded.

"Not good enough tonight. I want to hear the words ‘Yes or no, Sir,’ every time I ask you to do something for me. In complete sentences please."

"Okay, Sir. If anything starts to hurt that isn't supposed to, I will let you know."

He paused wrapping one of the leather straps around her leg and stared at her for a moment. "Still feeling sassy tonight?" He resumed strapping her legs down in their folded position. "I'm more than happy to do something about that. A gag perhaps?"

She shook her head. "Not exactly. Just nervous. You caught me by surprise is all."

"Which of course was my intention. You, actually we, have become complacent in our scenes and your progress has been stunted. Tonight that ends."

This time she didn't say anything. Dex was in a strange mood and she didn't know how to take him. Her tendency towards sarcasm these days could land her in trouble if she didn't choose her words carefully.

"Now lift your arms and grab hold of the bar above your head."

Bonnie followed his gaze and found the bar she hadn't even noticed. She grabbed the handles and patiently as possible waited while he shackled her wrists in place.

"I'm going to leave your torso free for now, but if I think you're going to hurt yourself, I won't hesitate to bind you and those gorgeous tits to the table." He reached for one of her nipples and tweaked it hard as he spoke. The instant shot of pain coursed through her and she opened her mouth on a moan. Moments later, her body adjusted and the flash of pain turned to warmth that quickly spread through her torso and limbs. Never before Dex had she realized that pain like this could feel so damned good. She'd always thought pain meant punishment only, and she’d feared it. He had taught her otherwise.

"That's just a warm up. Tonight, I intend to use you much harder than usual. Are you ready?"

"Yes, Sir. I'm ready." She watched him walk over to a small side table and dig through his bag. She hadn't noticed him bring that in. This must have been planned long before she'd arrived. What else didn't she know about tonight?

He produced a thick flogger with dozens of strands all knotted at the end. It wasn't that large, but she knew exactly how wicked those little knots could be. And he was going to flog her front instead of her back...

"Feel free to cry, scream, whimper or beg, sweet Bonnie sub, but under no circumstances may you come until I give my permission."

Her mouth opened to complain and he clamped a hand over it.

"The only words I want are a ‘Yes, Sir,’ or a safeword. Anything else and I'll take out my cane." Her eyes widened at the threat. She did
not
like the cane. Now or ever.

He laughed and released her mouth.

"Yes, Sir."

The first strike landed with a dull thud across her midsection, with some of the strands wrapping around to her side. It didn't hurt at all. He repeated the same easy move several more times across her chest, arms and legs. Her skin began to heat under his warm up and her muscles started to relax. The next hit took her by surprise when the strands slammed across her pussy and several of the knots struck her clit, lancing her with pain.

"Oh my God, Sir," she cried, but the beating continued as did the pain. This kind of pain melded into pleasure time and time again, until the muscles in her groin were tightening with the need for release. An orgasm was building way too fast and she didn't know how to control it.

He struck her clit again. "Sir, you're going to make me come," she said, gasping. It wasn't easy to breathe with her heart racing and the blood rushing in her ears.

"No, Bonnie, you are not. Control it."

"I can't." Her legs were beginning to shake and her thoughts were turning fuzzy. The quiet strains of the slow music Dex chose were wrapping through her mind as easily as the flogger's strands were winding around her body. Every strike brought more heat to her pussy until all she could think about was the insistent throbbing of her sex.

Bonnie just wanted to come. No. Even with her mind floating somewhere out in the blue, she wanted more. So much more.

* * *

Dex worked the flogger over Bonnie's lush figure again and again. Almost her entire body had turned a lovely shade of red and a crisscross of welts rose across smooth skin. He knew she'd wear them for several days.

"Your shaved pussy is so gorgeous, my Bonnie sub," he said, pausing to part her labia and slide his fingers through her juices gathered there. “Especially now that I’ve marked it.”

He wanted nothing more than to devour her in every fucking way. His dick strained against his pants and he longed to free himself and be buried balls deep inside this gorgeous woman. He ran a hand up her thigh and watched her face for a reaction. Nothing. Her eyes were glazed over. She'd left the building a while ago. He tossed the flogger onto the nearby bench and placed both hands on her skin. He savored the fine tremors running underneath his fingers as her body shook.

"What do you want from me, Bonnie?"

Her mouth was open and her tongue peeked out as she panted for air. "To come. Please let me come."

"Just to come? That's all you want?"

This time, she didn't answer and he didn't know if it was because she couldn't or wouldn't. Her stubbornness was sometimes legendary when it came to her needs. She fought against them so much, it had become second nature. He paused to stand back and observe. Little whimpers and cries fell from her mouth in continuous flow. She pulled against her restraints and canted her hips in his direction. The little vixen didn't need to say the words for him to know exactly what she wanted. She longed to be taken. Her empty cunt drove her crazy.

He slipped a finger between her lower lips and dragged it from bottom to top, being careful not to touch the exact spot he knew would get her off the fastest. He'd been playing her body for months. Knew every inch as well as he knew his own. Now he too would take more.

"Beg me, sub."

Her jaw worked open and closed a few times before the words finally came out. “Please, Sir. God, please. Help me. Don't leave me like this.”

"You don't trust I can take care of you?" he asked.

"I do. I—I just can't take it anymore. It hurts."

"I know the feeling well," he mumbled.

"What?" she said, panting.

He loved that sound from her. He reached up and tweaked a nipple between two fingers, twisting it especially hard.

In slow motion, her body reacted. She thrashed against the restraints, her mouth worked open and closed. Still he kept going until finally she opened her mouth and screamed.

Dex breathed deep and allowed his eyes to close for a few seconds while he savored her reaction. It wasn't a secret how many submissives he'd been with over the years. He rarely used any more than once, except in the public dungeons. No one ever challenged him or gave him a reason to seek them out again. She had a good time. He had a good time. End of story.

Until this one.

Her damn rule about no sex had seemed simple enough. She wasn't even the first who'd asked for his help with a similar limitation. So why was this one driving him crazy? He released her nipple as quickly as he'd grabbed it and watched her face first twist in agony as the blood rushed in and then give way to a sudden rush of warmth. She reacted to pain with exquisite delight. It had surprised them both.

She was a baby girl. Baby girls hated pain, instead needing a gentle Dom who took complete and total control of their entire lives. Pain was supposed to be a punishment. Except the lines had blurred long ago between them, and he didn't doubt they were both being punished now.

"Tell me again what you want. Give me the words I want to hear right goddamned now, Bonnie."

Her eyes flew open at his harsh tone. They weren't completely focused but she understood. He knew she did. Otherwise she would have already asked him to fuck her with a toy. It was her favored method for orgasm. A toy in the pussy, a toy in the ass, his mouth on her clit. He smiled. The emptiness had to be killing her.

"I told you," she said, growling at him this time.

He smacked her pussy with the flat of his hand, stinging them both.

"Oww."

"I told you I wasn't in the mood for your mouth tonight little girl. Now grow up and tell me the fucking truth."

She lifted her head and looked at him, tears shining in her eyes. Damn. His dick got harder.

"You aren't being very nice tonight."

"Nice wasn't part of our negotiations. Now stop stalling and do what I asked."

Her head dropped back to the table. "I don't know what you want me to do."

Dex took two steps away from the table and started to remove his clothes. A few days ago, he had realized that not once in all of their times together had he ever fully undressed. "Look at me," he said.

Her head turned slowly toward him, her eyes growing big as she saw him draw down his pants and slide them from his legs. He wanted her to see how much he wanted her. Sear it into her memory if that's what it took.

"You're so beautiful."

His head jerked up. He hadn't expected that. Between the scars and the almost full body of tattoos, he was as far from beautiful as a man could be.

Without taking his gaze from hers, he reached into his bag and drew out a condom. She watched, riveted, as he ripped it open and sheathed his cock with the latex. She licked her lips and his body went rigid. Jesus fucking Christ. He stalked forward, his only thought of getting inside her. He not only wanted to make her come, he wanted her to do it on his dick. Between her legs, he grabbed himself and rubbed her wet flesh. She had to comply.

"Say it, Bonnie. Fucking say it."

She bit down on her lip and moaned. "I can't," she whined.

His left hand grabbed her hip and pressed her down onto the table. "Liar. You can and you will. It's time." Poised at her entrance he waited to die from the sheer heat searing his tip. Whether she gave in or not didn't matter, either way he was screwed. And not in a good way.