The warning sent a rush of arousal through her, fully as intense as when he was touching her. “Yes, Sir.”
She frowned as cool air touched her private areas. But the dress still covered her adequately. Thank goodness she’d worn a long one today.
Watching her intently, he leaned back and slid his left hand under her skirt to press against her mound.
Startled, she jumped and tried to lift her chained wrists back over his head. She couldn’t. He’d trapped her chain behind his back. She tugged at her hands, and her breath sped up. She couldn’t move her hands, couldn’t do anything, and he had his hand between her legs. Fear shot through her, followed by a disconcerting wave of heat.
He still watched her. Now he smiled slowly and pulled his hand out from under her dress. “You like being restrained,” he said softly. He showed her the wetness glistening on his fingers. “You’re aroused, sweetheart.”
She blushed from her breasts to her forehead, and he chuckled.
As he slid his hand back under her dress, she tugged again, feeling the world tilt at her helplessness, at the carnal feel of his fingers between her legs.
At knowing she couldn’t stop him.
His free hand wrapped around the nape of her neck, pulling her forward. His mouth settled on hers, hot and demanding, and as his tongue took possession, he slid one hard finger into her. She inhaled sharply, tried to pull back, but his hand behind her head didn’t release its hold.
His kiss deepened. Down below, his finger slid in and out, and she felt hot, needy, out of control. Exposed. She started to move her foot, to bring her legs together.
He lifted his head and gave her a hard look. “You don’t want to do that, Kari.”
She left her foot in place, her breathing heavy. His finger never stopped, and her vagina tightened around the invasion. Her raised leg trembled. And then his finger slicked out and up over her clitoris.
Her hips jerked uncontrollably. “Uhhhh.” She bit down on her lip to keep from more betraying noises.
He stroked over the sensitive nub, spreading her slickness around her folds until her entire center tingled with need.
“Open more,” he said and moved his legs apart, spreading her, exposing her further to his touch. “You have a soft pussy, sweetheart. And you’re very tight.” With his words, he slid his finger back up inside her, making her insides clench. When his thumb circled and stroked her clit, her hands curled helplessly against his sides.
With a low laugh, he pulled her forward, pushing her forehead against his hard chest. She needed the support as he stroked inside her, curling and hitting a sensitive spot, one that sent blood roaring through her veins like hot lava.
She could hear herself panting. Her hands closed into fists, unable to move from where they were pinned against his sides. She could only take what he was doing to her. His free hand stroked across her breasts, sending sharp, spiking lines of heat through her as he rolled her nipples between his fingers.
Her thighs quivered uncontrollably. Everything tightened inside her. Each stroke inside and each flick of his thumb on her clit sent her closer, until her breathing stopped and the pressure built. Waiting, waiting… He pulled his hand back and then pushed two fingers into her, the thickness stunning, and she broke as devastating pleasure burst inside her, as her vagina convulsed around his impaling fingers, as her hips bucked to his thrusts, over and over.
Chapter Six
She was absolutely beautiful when she came, Dan thought. Her lips parted, cheeks flushed pink. Her chest heaved as she panted, jostling those luscious breasts. Her response was so honest.
After he’d induced the last few spasms, he removed his hand, enjoying the heady fragrance of her arousal. Releasing her wrists, he repositioned her so she could rest in his arms. He could feel her heart pounding when he cupped a breast.
Exhausted, she lay against his chest, limp as overcooked spaghetti. Damn, she was a comfortable armful. Little and round, fragrant and responsive. And sweet. He kissed the top of her head.
When her breathing slowed, she lifted her head. “Um…I…well…thank you.”
He chuckled. Her cheeks were even pinker now than when she’d come. “You’re welcome, little sub.”
“But what about you? You didn’t…” Her whispered words were muffled, her face pressed against his chest.
Sweet. “I’ll survive.”
“But…”
He tilted her chin up so she had to look at him. “You know, I would like nothing better than to tie you down, open you up, and bury my cock in that wet pussy.”
She inhaled sharply and quivered.
He stroked her cheek with his thumb. Silky smooth. “And you would like it too, little sub, wouldn’t you?”
Another wash of red across her face. Her pulse picked back up. She was unable to meet his eyes as she nodded.
“But you aren’t ready for that tonight, sweetie, and the time for your beginner class ends about now. I don’t think you want to have a dungeon monitor find you with your legs over my shoulders and me deep inside you.” The thought made him harden. “Right?”
Her spine straightened. She shook her head. “I think I’d better go now.”
He stroked her breasts, watched the nipples move from after-climax softness to hard points again. He hadn’t had enough time with those breasts; they weren’t nearly pink enough. But hell, it really was time to stop.
With a sigh, he grabbed her bra and helped her into it, covering the dual temptations. He buttoned her dress, nudging her hands out of the way when she tried to help. “I enjoy dressing you,” he murmured and grinned. “Of course, I enjoyed undressing you more.”
Having her entirely naked would be even better. An image of her in bed, arms chained over her head, squirming under his mouth, his fingers, his cock, made him harden even further, as if he hadn’t already been in pain since the moment his fingers touched her damp panties.
But a beginner deserved a gentle first experience, just enough to learn what being restrained felt like, but not enough to scare her.
With one hand along her jaw, he held her for his kiss, his grip tight enough she could feel his strength and her helplessness. Reminding her of what domination meant. When he released her, that succulent little body trembled.
“Now, you have an idea of what submission means,” he whispered. Was there anything headier than a woman quivering in his arms? Knowing he could take her in any way he wanted. Knowing he could make her come, over and over, by his touch.
And knowing his words alone could send her into total confusion. “Did you like being restrained, Kari?”
She wanted to shout at him. The man knew full well how embarrassed talking about sex made her, and he asked her that deliberately. Shoot, every time he held her in place, her insides went all soft and liquid, and he knew that too. Annoyance flared inside her.
“Kari. I asked you a question.” His voice had that edge of command. Deeper, harder.
“Yes, dammit.” He’d made her swear. She glared at him. And what kind of slutty woman was she to like being cuffed and ordered around and… Her body remembered the overwhelming feel of his fingers moving in her, on her, and she clenched inside. She wasn’t going to get into a discussion about this. Absolutely not. “I liked it. Okay?”
One eyebrow raised, and his lips flattened into a hard line. He tilted her suddenly, back against his left arm, pinning her right side up against his chest. He secured her left wrist with one hand. As his arm tightened around her, his right hand slid under her skirt, between her legs, and he pushed a finger right into her.
She gasped, struggled. “What are you—”
“Be silent.” He set his thumb on her still-sensitive clit, pressing firmly.
She gasped against the shock of awakening need.
“Now, I can keep you here, just like this, finger-fucking you until you’re screaming for release, until the entire club can hear you.”
His graphic words widened her eyes with horror.
“Or you can apologize and remember how a sub addresses a Dom in this club.” His finger started moving in and out, his thumb making circles on her clit, and she realized he could easily make her lose control. She pulled at her hand and got nowhere; his grip was tighter than the cuffs, and the feeling of helplessness sent arousal soaring within her.
His finger moved within her, slow and sure, then fast and hard, circles and strokes. She burned, her hips rising into his hand. He stopped suddenly, leaving her throbbing, his dark eyes on her face.
She realized she was breathing hard and pressed her lips together. Okay, so no problem. She’d cool down and—
He started again, plunging in and out, and she let out a cry, her hips thrashing uncontrollably. Oh, God, he could do just what he’d said. “I-I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll be more careful. Please—”
His grin was a flash of white, then gone. “Apology accepted.” When he removed his hand, her whole lower half ached with need. “And how you feel now will remind of you this lesson in the future.”
She started to glare at him, got a level look, and managed to give him a tight-lipped smile.
He laughed. “Sweetheart, I hope you don’t play poker.”
With his hand—she could smell herself on his fingers—he turned her head and took her lips. She tried to push him away, realized her hand was still gripped in his, and again the heat rose within her. His kiss was hard, thorough, and long. It left her head spinning and her body aching even more.
