Dark Citadel

Chapter Nine

“Oh, sweetheart, you feel good,” Dan murmured, taking her mouth again for a kiss. So good she was liable to kill him dead as her pussy squeezed his cock like a hot, pulsing fist. She was tight, slick with her own juices.

From the tightening of her muscles, the slight cringing away, he was bigger than she was used to. He got a deplorable sense of satisfaction from knowing that.

He kissed her while he waited for her body to adjust, plunging his tongue into her mouth in slow strokes, imitating what he'd be doing to her shortly. With one hand, he toyed with those sensitive nipples. The little whimpers she made could harden a dead man.

When he felt her hips start to move upward in response, he grinned and slid out—in—her moans as addictive to him as gin to an alcoholic. As he increased the speed, he released her wrists from the restraints. Her arms wrapped around him convulsively before her hands started stroking his back, adding to his pleasure.

He surged deeper, and her silken pussy contracted around him. With every hard thrust, his balls slapped against her soft buttocks, sending an inflaming vibration through him. He could feel her thigh muscles tremble as she awoke again to pleasure and moved right into true need.

What idiot could have possibly thought she was cold? Gripping her hips, he yanked her up against him with each stroke and then rubbed his pelvis down her clitoris as he withdrew. Her moans transformed into hard panting, and her fingers clenched his shoulders like miniature vises. Her little fingernails dug into his skin, arousing pinpricks of pain.

Faster, harder—she was almost there. He could feel his cock swell as he kept himself from coming. Reaching down between them, he swirled his fingers in the wetness from her pussy, then stroked up and over her clit.

She broke with a scream, spasming around him so hard his own climax engulfed him. With a roaring growl of pleasure, he buried his length within her and let her milk him dry.

Kari was still shuddering from the shock waves of pleasure when Master Dan rolled them over and nestled her to his side, her head on his chest. She could hear his heart drumming under all that muscle. His arms kept her against him, and she—she needed that right now, somehow.

He'd tied her up.

And she'd not only let him but had enjoyed everything he'd done. What was happening to her?

“You're thinking again, little sub,” he murmured, kissing the top of her head. “What about?”

She'd be doing a lot of thinking, she had a feeling. Instead of answering him, she ran her fingers over his rock-hard biceps. “You're so strong,” she whispered.

“You're so soft,” he whispered back. His fingers slid down her waist to squeeze and stroke her bottom.

“I should be all muscular like you.”

“You sound just like Z's sub. Listen, sweetling, and I'll tell you again. I know it's not politically correct, but I like my women soft.” He pulled her closer. “And curvy.” He skimmed a hand over her waist and then teased her breast until she sighed with pleasure. “And responsive. I love your body, little sub.” He pressed a kiss to her fingers.

His women—and she was one of them? The thought made her warm inside.

And he liked her the way she was—God, how awesome was that—someone who looked like him lusted after her body. Tilting her head, she watched him fondle her breasts, his lips curved in a smile, his eyes half-lidded.

She really did have nice breasts, didn't she?

And if he kept up his attentions, she was going to get all turned on again. How did he do that? She ran her fingers down his neck, tracing along his jaw.

Cupping one breast, he rubbed his thumb over the nipple. “Now tell me”—his voice changed from lazy indulgence to a deeper, firmer timbre—“how did you feel when you were tied and opened for my pleasure?”

Her hand stopped midstroke. Talk about it? He wanted to talk about…that? Men weren't supposed to be so verbal, were they?

“Shy, little sub? After all that I've done to you? I've had my fingers buried in your pussy, my mouth on your clit, my cock rammed inside you. If you can let me do that, surely you can talk to me.”

Heat seared her cheeks, and he chuckled. “Did being tied up scare you?”

She nodded, turned to hide her face in his shoulder.

He rose on one elbow. Grasping her shoulder, he pressed her flat, securing her even further with a leg across her hips. “You don't hide your feelings from yourself or from me. Tell me how you felt when you were tied up.”

“Vulnerable,” she whispered. “Like I couldn't help what you were going to do.”

“And it aroused you even more.” His hand played with her breasts, circling the tightening nipples. “Kari? Did being so securely restrained arouse you? Did you like it?” He pinched one nipple, a tiny flash of pain-pleasure.

“Yes.” She looked away from him, her face hot. “Yes, darn it.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Sir. I liked it.”

“Brave girl.” He kissed her gently, nibbling on her lips. “It's not easy to admit enjoying something so different from what our mamas said we should enjoy. Why they think everyone should be alike in making love when no one can even agree on what ice cream they like, I'll never know.”

He rose, disappearing into the tiny bathroom in the corner. When he returned, he brought back a warm washcloth. Standing beside the bed, he wiped the sweat from her face.

“Thank you. That feels good.” It also felt strange to have this giant guy being so nurturing. Especially since his leathers were still open and displaying everything.

He put his knee on the bed and leaned forward. What was he…? He parted her thighs, stroking between them to clean her…there.

Blushing furiously, she tried to close her legs. “I can do that.”

“I enjoy doing this sometimes.” His knee settled on her ankle to keep her legs apart. He was very thorough. She was squirming and everything down there tingled before he was done.

As he walked into the bathroom, the leathers molded to him, showing every hard curve of his butt and thighs.

She pushed herself up and sat on the side of the bed, her head whirling. How very different this was from anything she'd done before. His control of her was what she'd wanted, and so far past what she'd expected that it scared her. Had she really begged? Screamed? Come over and over?

He returned with another warm washcloth and handed it to her. “Since you feel left out, you can join in. Wash me, Kari.” He stood in front of her, totally unselfconscious, totally gorgeous, his sex framed in the V of the opened front.

Wash him. She could do that. Would even enjoy doing that. Kneeling on the bed, she started with his testicles, so soft, so heavy in her hands. When done, she moved forward. His penis, even nonerect and wrinkly, was still huge. Thick. And under her fingers and the washcloth, it started to grow.

“Your hands feel good on me, little sub,” he said. He lifted her chin and gazed down into her eyes, and his voice changed, deepened and hardened, much like his penis was hardening in her hand. “Put your mouth on me now.” His master voice. “What do you say to me?”

He wanted her to—well, okay—she'd done it before. In bed. In the dark. He'd be able to see her. Watch her. Oh God.

She licked her lips. “Yes, Sir.”

She dropped the washcloth onto the floor and then took his penis into her hands. Even as she held it, it hardened, lengthened. Wow.

“See what just your hands can do to me?” he murmured. “My body wants yours. My cock wants those sweet lips around it, your mouth sucking on it.”

The thought was empowering. Exciting. Hauling in a breath, she licked up his erection like an ice-cream cone, letting her tongue trace the big veins running along the outside. The skin was all softness wrapped over an iron bar. She slid her lips over the velvety-soft head. He growled in pleasure when her tongue swirled around its edge, so she concentrated there for a while. Then she moved on, trying stuff, seeing what reactions she could get.

When she sucked all of him into her mouth, his breath stopped.

Her tongue up the underside of his penis made his stomach muscles jerk.

He stroked her hair. “You are very good at this, sweetie.

Pride surged through her. Sex. She could do it.

He murmured, “Tighten your lips just a little—no teeth, please. Now, up and down, fast, and hard.”

She did, and did it darned well, she knew, as his hand closed convulsively in her hair.

“Damn, but you have a wonderful mouth.” A minute later, he said, “Stop now.”

She looked up at him in surprise. He smiled down at her, traced her wet lips with his finger. “Don't worry, sweetheart, we'll finish later. For now, it's time to return downstairs. Master Z asked a few of the regulars in to demonstrate the equipment. Of course, compared to a normal bondage night, the scenes will be relatively mild.”

She nodded.

“Go use the bathroom while I pick out your clothes.”

Him pick out her clothing? No way. She'd seen pictures of what people wore in fetish clubs. “No. I have clothes here, and I'll—” At the sight of his darkening eyes, she stopped, closed her mouth. Too late. She'd seen that look on his face with Sally, with herself.

“Little sub, you have exceeded my patience. Five swats.” Gripping her wrists, he pulled her off the bed and took her place. He didn't release her. “Bend over my knees.”

She tried to back away and got nowhere. “No.” She shook her head frantically, her heart starting to hammer in her chest.

“No?” He lifted his brows in surprise. “Seven swats.” His mouth set in a straight line, and the humor and gentleness disappeared from his face.

“Sir, please. No. You can't.”

“I can. Ten.”

No. She didn't resist—much—as he positioned her beside his knees. His grip unyielding, he laid her across his lap until her top half dangled on one side, her legs on the other. Her head spun, and she gasped. This wasn't happening, couldn't be—

“Farther, little sub,” he said and shifted her until her bottom stuck up in the air. One of his legs pinned hers, and his left hand pressed her shoulders down. Trying to squirm, she realized she couldn't.

She felt his warm hand on her bare bottom, massaging, stroking. This wasn't a spanking, she thought, confusion running through her as her skin grew more sensitive to his touch. She felt the reawakening of desire.

And then he spanked her.

The first slap stung, and she jolted in disbelief. “No!” She wiggled, trying to escape.

He held her in place easily. “One.”

Another slap. The sound echoed in the room as she jerked, the burning on her bottom intense and painful. “Two.”

The third and fourth came almost together, hard and fast. Then slower, alternating cheeks. By eight, tears dripped from her eyes.

“Ten. There, little sub, all done.” He didn't release her as he stroked her stinging cheeks. His hand was cool against the heat, bringing pain—and unexpected pleasure.

She lay limp, head hanging down, letting him pet her. Soothing her, she thought.

Slowly the strokes became longer. His hand cupped her cheeks, delving between her buttocks. One finger slid down into the crack, then farther, and animal hunger roused within her.

“Wa—” She clamped her mouth tight, her hands fisting in the carpet.

“You're learning, little sub, you're learning.” He sounded infuriatingly amused.

Then he slid her legs apart, opening her to his touch, and his fingers moved through her tender, sensitive folds, swirling over her clitoris. His fingers slid easily—she was very wet—awakening every nerve ending to a burning arousal.

She moaned. The stinging pain of her bottom somehow increased the need flaring in her.

As she squirmed under the onslaught, he chuckled and, pinning her hips with one hand, plunged two fingers inside her.

“Ahhh!” An unbearable storm of sensation exploded inside her, and she came hard, bucking uncontrollably against his thrusts.

Before she had recovered, he picked her up off his knees and turned her into his embrace, handling her as if she weighed nothing.

“Shhh,” he murmured, his cheek pressed to her hair. He kissed her wet cheeks and took her mouth so gently and sweetly that she started crying again. Not speaking, he just held her, stroking her with the same hand that had spanked her and then given her an incredible orgasm.

Exhaustion claimed her. Her muscles went limp. He held her firmly against his chest, and there was a strange security in his powerful arms.

She finally pulled in a shuddering breath. “Sir?”

He kissed the top of her head. “Learn to think before you speak, little sub. Not every Dom is as easygoing as I am.”

She stiffened. Easygoing?

He chuckled and stroked her hair. “Of course, some subs mouth off just to get punished. Amazing how much fun a good spanking can be, isn't it? I sure don't remember that being covered in my college classes.”

A gulping laugh broke from her, and she took a breath as the world returned to normal. “Um, Sir? What do you do for a living? You never said.”

“Neither did you.”

Well, they were definitely better acquainted today. “I'm a biology teacher. High school.”

“Lucky kids. I'm a cop. A detective, actually. Want to see my handcuffs?”

She shook her head no and then rubbed her cheek over the springy hair on his chest. “No wonder you intimidated Buck so easily.”

A growl rumbled through him. “He's lucky he got off so lightly.”

“Sir?”

“Um-hmm?”

His arms never loosened, she was still snuggled up against him, held so firmly she couldn't move. The fact she found that reassuring was a little frightening. “When Buck grabbed me, you told him it was my choice whether to leave or not. But you didn't give me a choice now. You grabbed me…and spanked me.”

“Ah.” He rubbed his chin on the top of her head. “Your wannabe Dom lost his temper and tried to make you do something you didn't want. You didn't have a safe word arranged, did you?”

“Well, no. But—”

“Now I could be mistaken, but on your first night, we talked about what you might enjoy. Did I mention spanking? Punishment?”

“But I didn't say yes.”

“Ah, sweetie, what I heard was that you didn't say no.” His fingers cupped her cheek, raised her face to look at him. His brown eyes seemed to bore right into her. “I felt your body's response. First in the bar and again here. Was I mistaken?”

Heat flooded her cheeks. “No,” she whispered. He'd barely touched her down below and she'd climaxed. Hard.

“Brave girl.” His voice was warm, lazy, as comforting as his hands stroking her shoulders. “One other thing. Did I lose my temper?”

“Well.” He'd been…displeased, definitely. But his voice and actions had been carefully controlled, she realized with surprise. Her lesson had been very deliberate. “No, Sir.”

“Ah.” He ran his fingers down her arm to her hand, massaged her palm. “Being under someone's control and punished… Some people find that very erotic, especially if you're already aroused.” He lifted her hand, sucked on a finger, and the feeling of his mouth anywhere on her body made her womb clench. “You are one of those people who find it erotic, Kari. If you didn't, you'd have used your safe word.”

She stayed silent. Nothing in her life was ever going to be quite the same again, was it? What she'd found out about herself these two evenings… She had some hard thinking to do. Soon.

When she didn't answer, he hugged her tightly, then set her on her feet. He steadied her as her knees wobbled. When his hands rubbed across her still-stinging bottom, she hissed.

He actually chuckled, the jerk. “You won't forget again, now will you? Because I could grow fond of seeing your pretty ass turn red under my hand.”

“No, Sir, I won't forget.”

“Very good.” His eyes roamed over her body. From the heavy-lidded stare, the flush on his skin, and the thick wedge of flesh bulging under his leathers, she could tell he had enjoyed punishing her.

He moved a little closer. He was close, very close. His vest hung open, exposing a hard six-pack of abdominal muscles. “I could easily… No, I better not. Use the bathroom and take a quick shower.” He grinned. “You need it now, I'm afraid. I'll pick out your clothes.”

Her mouth opened, closed quickly, and she just nodded.

Pleased, he pressed a quick kiss to each breast, making her breath catch. “Go.”