Sierra Cartwright: Doms of Dark Haven 2: Western Night

With a hum that vibrated through his cock, she took him deeper until he hit the back of her throat. “Jesus, you’re going to kill me.” His leg muscles tightened as he fought for control. Her glossy lips left shiny trails on his shaft. Hot, wet, the suction unbelievable.

No.

“Stop, sweetheart.” He gripped her shoulders and moved her back, although he fucking well wanted to grab her hair and pump himself in and out of that devastatingly soft mouth. He caressed her face, wiping the saliva from her cheek. “You are frighteningly good at that.”

“But you want me to stop?” Her big eyes held heat and confusion.

“I’m going to come in a different place tonight.”

Although a tiny tremor ran through her, she didn’t scream and flee. Progress.

Without giving her time to get nervous, he set her on the leather ottoman, positioning her on forearms and knees. He wound two scarves from the toy bag around her wrists, tying them to the ottoman legs.

Her breathing hitched, and the muscles in her shoulders tensed.

Go slow, Masterson . He knelt in front of her and lifted her face, forcing her to look at him. “Summer, breathe.”

Wide blue eyes met his, and her obvious trust squeezed his heart. She inhaled slowly and nodded.

He studied her for another minute, running his thumb over her chin. Not shaking, hands open, eyes focused. “Good.” He kissed her lightly and nibbled the tempting lower lip before whispering, “Don’t tell Simon, since I’m probably breaking some dominant rule, but the scarves are loose enough you can escape if you have to.”

She blinked in surprise, pulled up on her right hand, then whispered back, “Thank you.”

He stroked her cheek. “Just remember I’ll be disappointed if you do take them off. It will please me if you stay put, honey.”

When she looked at him, no panic showed, only the expression he’d seen a time or two. Determination and joy. She wanted to please him. It went both ways—he hoped to take her on the finest journey of her submissive life. “That’s my girl.” And you are, whether you know it or not.

He looped scarves around her knees, securing them to the sides of the ottoman so her legs were spread wide. He’d never used his ottoman like this before, but it damned well seemed as if someone had designed it for bondage.

Keeping his touch easy, he slid his hand over her pussy. Very wet and slick, and as he fingered her clit, it hardened. She gave a small moan. There would be more moans before he finished tonight.

He pinched the swollen nub of nerves lightly, and she jumped, pulling at the scarves. Then she recalled her instructions and quieted, but her breathing increased. She grew wetter, obviously turned on by restraints, verbal or physical.

Submissive. And mine . As he teased the hood of her clit, he reminded her, “Your safe word is safe word , Summer.” He ran his hand over her soft, round bottom, warming the skin, waking the nerves. “I’m going to take your ass, honey. I’ll go slow, but I will be in you before we’re done. And you will come for me while I’m inside you.”

Summer felt Virgil’s calloused hand rubbing her bottom. His deep, firm voice held no doubts of what would happen, and she shivered. She bit her lips and waited, every nerve on her skin alive and tingling.

When he sheathed himself with a condom, her breathing hitched. She shut her eyes. I don’t want to see any more.

A second later, he pulled her buttocks apart, and cold lube drizzled onto her asshole, making her squeak. His finger pressed against her, uncomfortable for a second, then breached the muscle and slid in.

Her fingernails dug into the ottoman at the impossible feelings shooting through her.

“You’re more relaxed,” he murmured. “You used the plug. Good girl.”

The momentary rush of pleasure from his words was followed by a mewl of surprise as his second finger joined the first. Ohhhh . Unfamiliar sensations ran through her, discomfort mingling with excitement. He was really going to do this. Oh God.

He stroked her clit with his free hand, his fingers in her ass moved slowly in and out, and the combination started to push her upward to total arousal.

After a minute, he pulled out, and she felt his heavy cock press on her asshole. The head slid slickly over her puckered rim. “Push back against me, Summer.”

She bit her lip, hands clenching into fists, and tried to comply. He mercilessly gripped her hip, keeping her from moving away, as he steadily pushed in.

“Oh God,” she whimpered, as the ring of muscle stretched and burned. Her body shook uncontrollably.

And then with a pop, the head of his cock was in. He didn’t move as she panted. Trapped. Impaled. Hurting.

“You’re still tight,” he said. “Breathe, honey. Deep breath.”

The pressure eased as her body adjusted. He rubbed her bottom, and more cold liquid trickled between her buttocks. More lube. A second later, he pressed forward, in and out in tiny increments, working deeper, gradually stretching her.

Her back hole felt on fire, as if he’d grown much, much bigger than before—huge—the size of a house. She moaned as he advanced farther and farther. Eons later, the warm skin and coarse hair on his thighs finally pressed on her buttocks. “There we go, baby. All in.”

She felt totally penetrated, pinned by his hard cock inside her. Her head whirled as she pulled on her restraints, struggled against his hands, knowing she couldn’t go anywhere, knowing he’d taken her most private place. The rush of heat shook her, scared her. He had all the control, she had none.

He didn’t move. “Easy, baby. Shhh.”

After a minute, she stilled, gasping for air. Exhausted.

He slid out a little and back in.

It didn’t feel good—it hurt. She whined, trying not to use her safe word. Wanting to please him. Wanting it to stop.

A hum sounded, and he pressed something soft against her clit. A vibrator. She stiffened with surprise, reflexively started to pull away.

With a huff of amusement, he yanked her back, embedding him even deeper, and she yelped.

Intense vibrations surged into her throbbing clit and collided with the burning, stretching pain from her ass. Not comfortable or sweet but strange and overwhelming.

“You’re a good girl,” he said, his voice low and rough. He wrapped straps around her thighs, securing the vibrator against her clit. Then his powerful hands gripped her hips, and he pulled back, slow at first. He added even more lube until his shaft grew slick.

He’d filled her completely, then withdrew, then pushed in again. The friction of his cock against the wealth of sensitive nerves was incredible. She shook, unable to move, to think, to do anything except suffer the painful, wonderful, thrilling feel of him sliding in and out, and the demanding vibrations against her clit. The pressure, the need to come, coiled her insides with urgency, until she teetered on the edge of orgasm.

And stayed there forever. Her body froze. She panted for air. “Oh God, oh God, oh God, I can’t.”

He rumbled a laugh and reached around her to jam the vibrator against her clit as he shoved his cock deeper.

She broke completely, as everything inside her—everything—exploded into brutal, terrifying waves of pleasure. The uncontrollable sensations racked her body, and a high scream tore out of her. His hard hands controlled her bucking as he hammered into her, pushing her deeper into the overwhelming lake of sensation.

He couldn’t last, Virgil knew, not with her softness all around his cock and the tight ring of muscle circling the base. More…a little more.

And then the muscles of his legs turned rigid. The pressure at the base of his spine expanded, clenching his balls until they drew up tight against his groin, and a second later, fiery pleasure blasted into his cock. His release jerked up through his shaft and shot out in heart-stopping spasms.