Doms of Dark Haven 2: Western Night (8 page)

She rocked and jerked, seeking relief.

She looked down, seeing the top of his head as he skillfully licked her cunt.

He found her G-spot, and she jerked, rising onto her tiptoes and silently inviting him deeper as she reached for her orgasm. “Sir!”

He eased his finger into her ass.

She whimpered as the climax engulfed her.

She’d been helpless to resist, despite the fact he hadn’t given permission and it meant she might be punished.

But instead of pulling away from her, he continued. Unbelievably a second orgasm built deep inside.

She was lost in a dozen nerve-tingling sensations. Then her body seemed to freeze momentarily. He thrust fingers in and out of her pussy and her rear. She was no longer saying no; she was enjoying the intensity. Being stretched wide by him was amazing. She’d never felt anything like it. Overcome, she squeezed her eyes shut and thrust her hips, setting the pace that she wanted for him to lick her.

She all but fucked his mouth. He pressed his thumb against her clit, and she screamed out the most powerful orgasm of her life.

She lost her grip on the wall, but he was there to hold her, keep her safe. He supported her, and she placed her hands on top of his head.

In that instant she realized she trusted him, trusted him completely. The scene at Dark Haven would have been impossible with any other dom. Anal penetration would have been impossible without him reading her reactions so completely and accurately.

What the hell was she getting herself into? “Thank you,” she said, remembering her manners, barely.

He eased his fingers from inside her body and stood. He cupped her buttocks in his palms, digging his fingers into her flesh and holding her so tight she couldn’t squirm away.

“Tell me what you’re thanking me for.”

He’d gone from gentle but insistent lover to dominant, unrelenting male in less than a handful of seconds.

“For the orgasms.”

“And?”

“For your patience as you…”

He waited. The man was overwhelming. Tall. Broad. Dark hair damp from the shower’s spray. And his gaze was totally focused on her.

She tried again, knowing he wouldn’t be satisfied with anything less than her honesty. “For your patience as you put your finger up my ass.”

“Tell me about the experience.”

Her entire body was heated, and she wanted to change the conversation. She knew better, though, than to refuse to answer. “It was sexy.”

He waited.

She sighed. “It made my orgasm more intense.”

“You’ll beg me to do it again?”

She lowered her head. Wet hair clung to her face. “Yes.”

“I didn’t hear you.”

She tipped back her head. Did he ever show mercy? This experience with him astounded her. Her whole life, she’d been in control of everything. As far back as elementary school, when there had been trouble on the playground, she’d been the peacekeeper, helping all sides learn to take turns and share. No matter what anyone wanted, she’d always been in the middle, helping everyone get pieces of what they wanted. Now she was questioning her entire approach. This man, with his arms folded, won’t-take-no-or-maybe-for-an-answer stance, had given her experiences she would have never otherwise had. “Yes,” she admitted, looking at him, refusing to hide. “Yes, I’ll beg you to fuck my ass with your finger, Sir.”

He nodded. “Not everything is as terrifying as you’ve made it in your mind. I only have one more thing for you right now.”

More
? A beating and having a finger up her anus wasn’t enough? What else did he want? Her unconditional surrender? And if he demanded it, was she capable of giving it?

“Put your right foot on that bench, sub.”

* * *

Slowly she moved into position. Christ, she was wonderful.

Since he generally only played with experienced women, he’d never experienced this type of mutual discovery. Seeing her metamorphosis enchanted him. She’d been terrified, but curious, about his punishment. The expression on her face when she’d asked him to refasten her bonds after she’d overreacted to the first stroke of his belt had undone him. Her face had been flushed, her eyes wide open, her lips slightly parted. Despite her fear, her pussy had been wet. She could have run, but she’d chosen not to.

She’d done everything he asked of her, including sucking his cock. He’d admired the way she fought her embarrassment in the cab, as she’d crawled up the stairs, and now, as he forced her to admit she’d liked his finger up her rear.

He lathered soap and spread it across her pubic area.

“Sir?”

“I’m shaving off your pubic hair.” He looked at her. “Any objection?” She would shock them both if she didn’t voice at least some concern.

She blinked several times as if trying to decide whether to protest or not.

“Why?”

“Because I want to. Because I don’t want you hiding. Because it pleases me.”

He saw, rather than heard, her exhalation.

“If you say so, Sir.”

She’d done it—shocked them both.

He bent and took up a razor. With a few quick strokes, he shaved off the majority of her hair. Then he more carefully held each labia and drew the razor gently across the tender flesh. “Perfect,” he said when he was done.

“I—”

“Thank you, Sir,” he coached, interrupting.

“Thank you, Sir, for shaving my pussy.”

He couldn’t resist. He put down the razor, dug his hands into her long hair, and drew her toward him.

He claimed her mouth in a deep, long, passionate kiss, using his tongue to simulate the way he was going to fuck her.

She responded perfectly, leaning into him. He supported her weight, and he reached around them to turn off each showerhead.

He reluctantly ended the kiss and opened the door to grab a towel. He dried her while she stood there, innocently seductive. His cock throbbed incessantly. Trevor had restrained himself for several hours, keeping his libido in check even though he’d brought her off numerous times. He towel dried her hair, then said, “When I enter the bedroom, I want to find you bent over the bed, your breasts on the mattress, with your hands behind you, holding your ass cheeks apart.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He used the same towel to dry his body as he watched her put the bolo tie back on and then smooth her hair into some semblance of control. She might as well not bother. He intended to have it a mess in under five minutes.

Without being told, she lowered herself to her hands and knees.

He’d made his point about control, and he was more than willing to let her walk. But damn, she looked so sexy with her hips swaying and a few droplets of water clinging to her naked body that he decided to tell her later she no longer had to crawl unless given specific instruction to do so.

He stroked his cock as he watched her. Then, feeling the telltale tightening of his muscles, he squeezed the base of his penis, hard.

A few moments later, he grabbed a condom from a drawer and went into the bedroom.

She had pulled back the comforter and followed his instructions perfectly.

Her ample rear was displayed beautifully, and she held the buttocks apart as he wanted. The splash of crimson paint on her manicured fingernails was a stunning, stark contrast to her dark skin.

As he looked at her, willingly spread and waiting for him and with the bolo tight around her throat, his cock lengthened again. His body definitely wasn’t impressed by his attempts to hold back an orgasm.

He loved the sight of her from the back. He might never take her any other way. Earlier she’d been punished for not showing her ass when he demanded. Since then, he’d had a finger inside her, and now she was holding her buttocks apart for him.

Anxious to claim her as his again, he ripped the wrapper from the condom, then rolled the latex down his length.

He knelt behind her and licked her freshly shaved pussy, making sure she was completely aroused before he penetrated her.

“Oh, Sir!”

“Hang on,” he told her. He inserted a finger inside her tightness and found her wet. “You are a good little sub.”

“I want you, Sir.”

After standing, he guided his cockhead to the entrance of her pussy.

She moved back a little to meet him.

He guided her back where he wanted her, tilting her hips forward as he said, “Keep still, sub.”

“But…”

He sighed. “You’re the sub; I’m the Dom, Shelby. Any questions?”

She looked over her shoulder at him through her veil of damp hair. “Will you fuck me? Please?”

If she had any idea how hard it was for him to keep from taking her and ejaculating in a single stroke… “Keep yourself in position. Ass spread.”

He dug one hand into her hair, holding her imprisoned. He used his other hand to guide his cock to her opening. When he was balls-deep, he reached over to a side table and squirted some lube onto his right index finger. “I’m going to put a finger in your ass while I fuck you.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said.

Perfect. His.

He held her hair, rode her hard. He not only inserted two fingers, he kept them there. Then when she accommodated him, he withdrew them and reinserted them in simultaneous rhythm with his cock.

“This is the most intense thing I’ve ever felt. You were right.”

If she remembered those words, she’d get herself out of a lot of trouble in the future.

He removed his hand from her hair so he could tease her clit. The woman was utterly responsive.

“Sir…? May I…?” She gasped.

“You may come, sub.” He wanted her to come before him, and truthfully he didn’t know how much longer he could last with the way her internal muscles milked and squeezed him.

Her climax was powerful, and it dragged a response straight from his balls. He ejaculated deep inside her.

He held her for a couple of minutes, because he wanted to. It was nice having a woman—
her
—here. “You’ll sleep in my bed.”

“Not on the floor?” she teased.

“Watch your step, sub.”

He left her long enough to discard the condom and return with a warm, damp washcloth for her.

“May I borrow a shirt?” she asked while he smoothed the cotton cloth between her legs.

“I’ll keep you warm.”

“I’m allowed no clothes?”

He wadded the washcloth and tossed it back into the bathroom. “I’m the dom,” he said.

“And I’m the sub,” she finished. “And you’ll tell me when I can wear clothes. And that’s just the way it is.”

“You’re wanting a spanking?” He’d be more than happy to accommodate her.

“Just trying to be agreeable, Sir.”

He climbed into bed and pulled her against him. He helped her remove the bolo tie and then tucked the sheets around her shoulders. “Tomorrow, sub, a butt plug. And that’s just the way it is. I know how you want to be agreeable.”

Chapter Five

The whole being-a-good-sub thing wasn’t as easy as it seemed.

As she’d snuggled in his arms beneath a pile of blankets last night, safe, secure, and content, behaving seemed simple. She’d wanted nothing more than to be a pleasing submissive.

She’d woken up alone in the huge bed, determined to be agreeable. She knew she was fortunate he’d let her sleep late instead of dragging her from beneath the covers to make his breakfast.

He’d been more than generous as a lover. His aftercare following the beating had been exquisite. And the beating really hadn’t been much, she knew, as far as punishments went. He hadn’t left behind a single welt, and her skin wasn’t red in the least. She’d checked.

And last night had been amazing. She knew he’d been with experienced submissives and had high demands, but he’d been tolerant of her missteps. The way he’d kissed her had made her legs weak. She’d never been with anyone who affected her as he did.

But she found she was feeling rather disagreeable when she entered the master bathroom to find her bolo tie, alongside a note and a stainless steel butt plug on the countertop next to a bottle of lube.

His instructions were straightforward. Replace the bolo, and make it tight. They’d shop for a collar soon. Then lubricate a finger and insert it in her anus. Slide the finger in and out several times until she was slippery. Finally, lubricate the plug and insert it and join him downstairs.

She’d replaced the tie. That was easy. It was sexy. It reminded her she was his sub for the week.

But the plug… That too was a sign of her submission, but it was far more difficult.

For at least the tenth time, she picked up the plug and turned it around. She had to admit that the offending toy was as big as it could have been, and it was beautiful, at least compared to the plastic ones she’d seen at her favorite adult toy store.

Its base was adorned with dozens of sparkling pink crystals. Since it was made of steel, it weighed a fair amount. There’d be no doubt she would know it was inside her.

“Stalling?” he asked.

She startled, dropping the plug. It clattered against the slate countertop. He was lazing against the doorjamb. She wondered how long he’d been there, watching her.

“I… Uh…” She had no excuse.

“Did you try?” he asked.

She shook her head.

“Bend over.”

Crap
. But she knew she wouldn’t escape him. More stalling would only make it worse.

She grabbed her ankles.

“Bend your knees a bit for balance,” he said as he pushed away from the doorjamb.

She knew this couldn’t be good.

He smacked her right butt cheek openhandedly. She gasped and forced herself to remain still. The single spank shouldn’t have surprised her. Convention more or less required him to punish her when she misbehaved.

“This plug will be in your ass in less than twenty seconds. Any questions?”

“Who’s doing it?”

“I am,” he said. “And you’ll express your gratitude.”

She waited, aware of each of his motions as he lubricated a finger and then the plug. He didn’t bother with preliminaries. He just slowly and gently entered her with his finger, taking time to stretch her opening slightly. Then, when she was prepared, he inserted the plug, driving it all the way in with a slight
pop
. He pulled back on it slightly before saying, “Done.”