Cherise Sinclair - Dark Citadel

Her heart thudded hard. Setting her cuffed wrists into his broad palm was exceedingly difficult, but she managed. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a two-foot length of chain, and snapped each end to the cuffs.

“I'm being gentle with you, little sub,” he said. “Your hands can be in front as long as they stay where I put them.” He took her arms and pushed them over her head, making her back arch. “Do you understand?”

Why was her body almost shaking with need? “Yes, Sir.”

“Very good.”

He played with her breasts for a few more minutes until she had to press her lips together to keep from begging him for more.

Then he ran his fingers up under her dress. She gave him a wary look even as her core heated in anticipation of his touch. His hand felt huge, pushing her legs apart as his fingers teased her pubic hair, never quite touching her mound.

She stiffened as footsteps approached their sitting area. Three men walked around the corner. A DM and two newbies.

One was Buck. Oh, no no no! Her breasts bare, his hand under her skirt… What had she done? Kari made a grab for the top of her dress.

Master Dan glanced over at the men, then said to her, “Put your arms back where I placed them, sub.”

He pinned her with his gaze, and she couldn't keep her arms from moving back over the arm of the chair. Her breath almost sobbed.

His gaze softened slightly. “Better.” He looked at the men again and deliberately cupped her breast with his free hand. She stiffened, bit her lip to keep from moving.

Buck's hands clenched into fists, and he took a step forward. “She shouldn't—”

The DM grabbed his arm. “Buck, did I explain about interfering between a Dom and his sub?”

“Yes, but—”

“Go.” The DM pushed the other two back around the plants and paused long enough to smile. “Pretty sub, Dan. Doesn't look like she enjoys being displayed.”

Master Dan shook his head. “Not this time, not with the asshole here.” A grin flashed over his face. “Next time, though…”

With a snort of laughter, the DM followed after the men.

Sir's gaze returned to Kari, and he stroked her cheek. “I'm proud of you, little sub,” he said, his eyes as warm now as they had been cold before. “I know you don't like being exposed like that.”

The approval warmed her inside, at least until she remembered the shock on Buck's face. How the men had looked at her, and Sir had let them. “You should have covered me, or—”

His jaw hardened. “No, Kari. We discussed your interests earlier. Now that we've started, as your Dom, I decide what is correct or proper or desired. Aside from your safe word, you have no say, no opinions, no control.”

Her mind seemed to split, one part going, No, that's wrong. The other half whispering, Yes, this is what I want.

He waited quietly, his fingers playing with the curls in her long hair.

Finally she sighed.

His lips turned up. “Come to any conclusions?”

“Only that I'm confused.”

“Good answer for a beginner.” He kissed her, taking his time, nibbling on her lips, sucking her tongue into his mouth, giving her his. His hand circled her breast, his fingers toying with her nipples until heat spread through her again, and she arched uncontrollably.

“There we go,” he murmured. “Now, I want you to stand up for me.” He helped her to her feet and turned her to face him. “Sit down. Ride my legs.”

As he lifted her dress, she lowered herself so she straddled his knees. The dress bunched around her legs. What was he going to do?

“Good. Now put your arms around me.”

After a moment, she dropped her cuffed wrists over his head, sliding her arms down until her hands rested on his ribs. Her face was almost even with his, her breasts jutting toward his chest. When he cupped one of her breasts, she inhaled sharply at the heady feeling, the punch of increasing need. Could he tell how wet she was? The thought sat uneasy in her chest, and she tried to pull back, but the chain between her wrists was behind his back. Her heart gave a thud. Then she realized if she lifted her arms, she'd be free. Okay, she was good. She settled a little more comfortably and looked at him.

He smiled at her slowly. “Give me your right foot.” He held his hand out.

She frowned. Lifting her foot that far would be really indiscreet considering she wore no panties.

“Kari,” he growled, and her foot rose before she could tell it no. He grasped it in a callused hand and pushed it down between the seat cushion and the arm of the chair. “Now—” He gave her a hard look. “If that foot moves from where I put it, I'll tie it in place. Is that understood?” He waited.

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.