Sierra Cartwright - Doms of Dark Haven

“What are you—”

He interrupted her. “Unless you're answering a question, I want you silent now, pet.”

She bit her lip, and a tremor ran through her as her worry and arousal both increased. Lovely. How would she deal with additional stimulation? With pain? He picked up a thin cane from his toy bag. “Remember your safe word?”

“Yes.” When he lifted an eyebrow, she hastily added, “Sir.”

“Excellent.” He brushed the thin wood across her ankle, up her calf. He glided the tip over her pussy beneath the cup, up her torso to spiral around the cups on her breasts, and then back down.

Her stomach muscles quivered under the teasing strokes. Her gaze was fixed on the stick.

He lifted it and tapped her thigh lightly. She startled, and the movement wiggled the cups. He could almost see the sensation break through her like a wave.

Very nice . He struck softly then, up and down one thigh, moved to the other, continuing until the skin pinkened and her hips strained upward.

Her eyes slowly took on the glazed look of a submissive overwhelmed by sensation and endorphins.

He removed a glass dildo from his bag, wet it in her juices, and slid it in.

Ahhh ! Rona jerked back to awareness as every nerve in her pussy shocked to life. She tried to move, couldn't, and her breathing sped up. She'd been drifting as the rhythmic sensations of pain from the cane somehow merged with the aching feeling from the cups and sent her somewhere else.

But now the dildo tightened the skin around her clit, her vagina throbbed, and each beat of her pulse pushed her closer to coming. Her eyes closed as she shivered.

“Look at me, Rona.” His darkly masculine voice caressed her as surely as his warm hand on her face.

She opened her eyes. God, he was so gorgeous, like a blade, but not a bland kitchen knife—more like a medieval dagger. Elegant and deadly, but the look in his eyes was so caring. Almost loving. She smiled.

“There, that's better.” He patted her cheek. “Keep your eyes on me, lass. And by the way, you do not have permission to come.”

It took a minute for the meaning of his words to percolate through the molasses in her brain. Not come ? “But—”

“No. No coming.” His grin flashed. He stepped back and brushed that wicked, thin cane across her breast and then struck the side.

Unh ! The sting echoed through her breast. He slapped the cane harder, circling around the cups on her breasts. Each sharp pain knifed through her, and yet all she could process was the thick intrusion in her vagina and the squeezing of her clit. She tried to wiggle, but the straps over her ribs held her implacably in place. And each erotically painful blow increased the coiling inferno inside her, brought her closer to coming.

“Oh pleeeeease.” The moan broke from her. “I need—” Need to come, need just a little more.

He stopped.

Panting, she stared up at him, trying to order her thoughts.

He closed his warm hand over her restrained ones. “Now, sweetheart, you have two choices. I can bring you off here and now…or you can join me upstairs, and we can make love.”

“Have sex?”

His eyes darkened, and he repeated, “We can make love.”

The phrasing didn't sound right, but oh God, just the thought of his hands on her… She shivered and whispered, “You.”

His gaze lingered on her face. Then he brushed a kiss over her lips. “You please me more than I can say, Rona.” He released the vacuum on the cups and popped them off, one by one. The dildo slid out, leaving her empty and aching. He tossed everything in a nearby pan of water.

Rona stared at her body, shocked at her red, hugely swollen nipples. And her clit… Tripled in size, it blatantly pushed out from between her labia. Aching. Tight.

Needy.

He undid the restraints and set her in a chair while he swiped down the table with a paper towel and spray. “Feel free to use the cupping toys,” he told the people still gathered. “Logan, Jake, can you monitor the place for a bit?”

“Abandoning his own party,” Jake said to his brother in mock disapproval.

“Sure, Simon. We'll babysit for you.”

After tucking her into her Santa coat, Master Simon took Rona upstairs and down a hallway to the master bedroom. A gas fireplace flickered to life, sending shadows dancing on the walls. The rich blue carpet under her feet was thick enough to wade through; dark wood furniture gleamed in the dim light.

“I've had visions of you in my bed,” he murmured, stripping the coat off her.

“And of making love with you.”

He lifted her and put her in the center of his bed, forcing her onto her back with a merciless strength that made her mind whirl. When he pulled her arms over her head, she remembered he hadn't removed her wrist or ankle cuffs. A sharp click and he'd hooked her wrist cuffs to a single chain attached to the headboard. She yanked at the chain, a tremor running through her. Alone with a man she barely knew. And she'd let him restrain her. Was she insane?

“Relax, pet,” he murmured, brushing her lips with his. “We will both enjoy this, or we won't continue. Say, 'Yes, Master.'”

Why did just the sound of his low voice make her muscles loosen? Why did she trust him like this? She inhaled, then frowned. Say what? “Master?”

A satisfied smile lightened his chiseled features. “That's the word. Say it again.”

She hesitated. When his strong hands cupped her breasts and pressed them together, the devastating sensation turned her willpower to mush. “Master.” But as she said the word, everything inside her tightened in denial…and yet the oddest sense of contentment filled her, as if the last piece of a jigsaw puzzle had snapped into place.

“That's right.” Still standing beside the bed, he kissed her slowly, his tongue possessing her mouth as thoroughly as his hands took her breasts. He drew back.

As she tried to recover her swirling senses, he pushed a pillow under her bottom.

He stripped easily and unself-consciously, but the sight of him stole her air.

His muscular forearms had hinted at his build but hadn't prepared her for the wideness of his chest, solid with muscle. Black hair dusted over his pectorals and spiraled to his groin as if to showcase his cock.

Her breath turned ragged. He was maybe a little longer than normal, yes, but the width… As if to tantalize, dark veins twisted around the incredibly thick shaft.

He followed her gaze and chuckled. “Yes, I've been erect since you walked in this evening, and I look forward to taking you,” he said softly. “But I intend to play with you first. To love you.”

His hands kneaded her breasts gently. “Have I mentioned how beautiful these are?” He smiled into her eyes before lowering his head. His mouth closed over her nipple, and the sensation of heat and wetness around the still-puffy tissue made her head spin. He swirled his tongue across the peak, then pushed her breasts upward, tightening the skin, increasing the pleasure as he suckled hard. When his lips closed on her other nipple, the sensation ripped straight to her clit so intensely, it verged on the edge of painful. Her nipples contracted to fat, aching points.

And then he moved onto the bed, parting her legs. He settled between her thighs and…looked at her down there.

The excitement of being on display warred with embarrassment, and she jerked at her arms. She couldn't move. She tried to put her legs together, but he was in the way. He gripped her knees and ruthlessly pushed them back out—even farther than before. Cool air brushed over her wet pussy as her folds opened.

“Rona, either keep your legs apart—just like this—or I will restrain them.