The Dom's Dungeon

Chapter Thirteen

He hadn't planned to go this far yet, but she'd mustered her courage, and to throw her gesture away would be wrong. Alex frowned at how her little hands had fisted. Perhaps a diversion would give her something else to concentrate on. Her fear of men appeared separate from her enjoyment of being dominated. “MacKensie, give me your wrists.”

With a quizzical look, she complied. He pulled the Velcro cuffs from under the log, shook the sand off, and fastened them to her wrists.

“Alex?” She moved her arms. Her eyes widened when the chains attached to the cuffs erupted from the sand.

Smiling, he grasped her waist and slid her down the blanket until the chains pulled her arms over her head.

“I didn't say you could do this,” she said, her voice shaking.

“Little sub, I didn't ask.” When he attached cuffs to her ankles and took up the slack in the chains running to the stakes hidden in the sand, she watched him with big eyes. He ran a finger under each of the cuffs to ensure her circulation wasn't compromised, then sat back on his heels and enjoyed the sight of his restrained submissive.

Her pale, pale skin glowed in the moonlight. Her breasts sat high on her chest, nipples jutting upward, reassuring him that the restraints had given her more arousal than fear. The curly hair between her legs glistened in the light, and when he set his hand there, her quick inhalation was louder than the sound of the waves. He slid his fingers along her folds, circled her clit, and watched the flush rise in her cheeks. Her pussy had softened after her orgasm, but as he continued, the little nub under his fingers swelled with blood. He'd learned from their playtime at the club that she had a sensitive clit, and stroking the sides worked better than on top.

Playing with the very edge of the hood could make her whine. Hearing that sound again… Hell. Unable to resist, he went down on her. A woman with her legs chained open presented an overwhelming temptation to get closer, to breathe in the scent of her arousal, to taste her juices. And torture her until she whimpered.

He laid his tongue directly on that tender clit and heard the thin whine rise higher. He flicked the edges, did a few circles, and then gently pulled her labia apart and the hood up. The pearl of sensation—damned good term.

Her legs shook when the cool air hit the protected nub, and he could feel her muscles tense. He flicked the edges of the button ever so lightly until her breathing turned ragged.

He could get her off again. No, he had better not push her further. She'd wanted to gift him with herself, and if she panicked now, it would be a step back. Besides, he very much wanted to bury himself deep inside her. He sat up, enjoying her frustrated whimper. Her climax was just a flick or two away.

Watching her face, he positioned himself and pressed in, a hell of a lot slower than she'd done it. Her pussy, hot and wet, stretched around him as he filled her.

If her fear hadn't hit, she'd have climaxed with his entry. But they had time. He propped himself up with one arm and took her lips in a teasing kiss. Her eyes looked a little wild, so he reminded her she had other worries than his cock. “Did I get the chains too tight?”

Her breath caught, and she jerked her arms, her legs. She was well pinned, and he could feel the way her pussy constricted around him at the knowledge. The purely submissive response fed his Dom nature like raw meat tossed to a wolf.

“You know, I like your legs tied open, little sub; I can lick you, and you can't stop me.” Her vagina gave an involuntary twitch, but her eyes still had terror lurking in the back.

He slid his hand under her ass. “Maybe next time I spank you, I'll tie you down first.” He squeezed the tender skin where his hand had struck. Her hips jolted up, pushing him deeper inside her, and her moan of pain held the husky note of arousal. This time, when he looked into her eyes, no terror showed.

Now she was ready. Smiling, he pulled back and then drove into her. Her instinctive reaction—fear—made her yank on the restraints, and as that diverted her, he rocked in and out, harder and faster.

She felt like the finest of dreams, enclosing his cock in hot satin, smooth and slick. Too damn good. Now that he'd released the control he'd kept over his need, he wouldn't last long. Damned if he wouldn't make her go over with him. Abandoning her ass, he ran his hands over her breasts, reminding her she had other sensitive body parts. Each pinch on a nipple made her pussy contract. He wet his fingers, sliding them over her clit until it stiffened.

Capturing it between thumb and index finger, he rubbed, then pinched it gently with each of his strokes.

“Not again,” she whimpered.

He felt her body shift from the “this is fun and exciting” into the “God, I need to come” stage, and her hips rocked against his as she tried to hurry his thrusts, push against his fingers.

She squeezed around him, thigh and stomach muscles quivering. She was right on the edge. He shifted to the hard, fast strokes that would take him with her, angling to hit her G-spot with every couple of thrusts. When he slid a finger directly over her clit and rubbed, her whole body went rigid.

One thrust, another, and then her head tilted back, neck cords standing out as her climax burst over her. Her short, jerky cries coincided with the forceful, milking convulsions that sucked his cock like a vacuum pump and then yanked him right over the top. His climax started at his feet, squeezed his balls like a vise, and finally erupted from his cock in such brutal spasms that his eyes went blind.

His arms almost buckled as he blinked and shook his head experimentally—no, it hadn't exploded. He looked down at the little sub underneath him.

Her eyes were glazed.

“Little cat,” he murmured, resting his forehead against hers. Just that tiny movement tightened her pussy around him, and he actually jerked a couple more times. This woman could be the death of him.

Reaching over her head, he ripped the Velcro cuffs off and released her wrists. She lowered her hands, hesitated, and then wrapped her arms around him. Good. Propping himself up with one hand, he nuzzled her neck, then kissed her long and deep as he stroked her face, her breasts, her waist. Women needed closeness after sex—any man soon learned that—and this little sub would need it more than most.

Not that he considered having his hands on her any hardship. The need to touch her and keep her close was stronger than he'd felt with any woman. “Thank you, sweetheart,” he murmured. “You have a generous heart.”

“I think I owe the thanks,” she whispered, and he could hear the quiver in her voice. “You got me off…twice. Even though this last time was supposed to be just for you.”

He snorted. “Little sub, you have a lot to learn about sex.” And she needed more holding than this position allowed. “Brace yourself,” he warned and smiled at her confused look until he pulled out of her. At the loss of his cock, she mewed in unhappiness, pleasing him immensely.

After releasing her legs, he lay down beside her and pulled her up against him. Her head fit into the hollow of his shoulder as if designed for that purpose. He kept her pinned against him with one arm and let his other hand roam over the muscles of her back, the sweet place where her waist curved in, the tiny dents just above her buttocks, the perfect curve of her ass.

A wiggle and whimper reminded him of the tenderness of that ass, probably still reddened from his hand.

He chuckled. “Sorry. I forgot.” The growl she gave in response sounded like a kitten wanting to be a tiger and proved the final straw for him.

This one, here in his arms—she was a keeper.

Mac had achieved an orgasm with a man inside her. Just like a normal woman. She stared into the blackness of the beach-house bedroom and just marveled. However this change in her had happened, she liked it. Liked it a lot. Why Alex could get past her defenses when no one else had, she didn't know.

Was it because he'd spanked her…twice now? She had to admit that she felt…accepted by him, even with all her weirdnesses. She smiled in the darkness; he surrounded her even in sleep. He'd curled his big body around her, pulling her shoulders against his chest. Her head rested on his right arm. His other arm held her against him. His hand cupped around her breast.

She should find the position terrifying and his hand too intimate, but she didn't. It felt comforting. Not that he'd given her a choice. He'd simply lain down beside her, rolled her over, and yanked her into his arms.

He'd done that all evening, hadn't he? Dominated her; oh, that was definitely the word. Including that spanking. As she'd thought about the evening, she'd realized that he'd planned the whole thing. The other Doms had deliberately pushed her into disobeying him, and she'd fallen right into his trap.

She could still feel his hand slamming down on her bare bottom and hear his deep voice reassuring her at the same time. “I care about you…” She shivered. How could the memory of a man hitting her make her want to crawl deeper into his arms?

But he'd known that too, considering how he'd held her after the spanking. And on the beach after they'd had sex, he'd held her for a very, very long time, as if he knew she needed that reassurance. How could he read her so easily? The knowledge that he could made a little shiver creep up her spine.

But I got off. Damn, he could know her as well as he wanted if she could do that again. Just thinking about sex with him… How funny that even thinking about his hand—about his finger—touching her so intimately, rubbing her clit… Just thinking about it made heat wash through her. And with him inside? That had been like nothing—nothing—she'd ever felt before.

Why was she stewing about this anyway? Dawn arrived in another hour, and there were guests here, and…she was wide awake. She should never have let her mind dwell on sex with Alex. She could feel how wet she'd gotten. Heaven help her.

She heard a chuckle, and then Alex's hand squeezed her breast, making her gasp. He slid his hand down between her legs to the betraying wetness.

“I've created a monster,” he murmured and bit the back of her neck. The unexpected sharpness sent a sizzle straight to her pussy, and she jolted.

His tongue laved the tiny hurt. “I'm too lazy to move right now, but no matter.” His hips slid down a little ways, and when he moved back up, his cock pressed against her. He slid the arm underneath her down until his hand gripped her hip, securing her in place as his thick cock pushed into her.

She stiffened against the unexpected burning pain of his entry.

He made a sympathetic noise, but both hands held her hips securely against his groin, not letting her move away. She could hear the amusement in his voice when he said, “After twelve years without, you might be a bit sore.”

“You sadist,” she hissed, ignoring the way his possessive hands made her body thrill.

He laughed. “Oh, not really. When we go to the club next, I'll show you the difference.” He moved inside her, and the pain disappeared under a wave of pleasure. And then he moved one hand to slide over her clit. If she'd thought her pussy was swollen before, she was so, so wrong. She could actually feel her clit engorge and stiffen under his skillful fingers.

He began to thrust, using one hand on her clit to drive her mad and the other to anchor her so securely, she could only take it. Be taken. And the pleasure built into a frenzy, shocking her when it broke over her in an overwhelming orgasm. Her hips bucked uncontrollably against the restraining hands. “God.”

He moved his hand off her pussy and nuzzled her neck before murmuring, “That was too fast and easy, little sub. I'm going to want you to come again and much longer. I'll give you…oh, a minute to recover.”

She whimpered.

Mac had come the second time as demanded—not that he'd accept anything less—and then again when he walked right into her shower. He soaped her down, shoved her legs apart, and licked her into a knee-buckling orgasm before pushing her against the wall to take his own pleasure. When his tongue stroked into her mouth in the same rhythm as his thrusts, she felt invaded, top and bottom. And came again.

Afterward he'd dressed and gone downstairs while she knelt by the suitcase, trying to decide what to wear. The sadistic jerk had slapped her butt on the way out of the room, reminding her how sore parts of her anatomy still felt. In fact, she had a lot of tender places today. Breasts and mouth and private parts and bottom. Muscles in her legs and stomach that hadn't worked out like that in years. If ever.

She dressed, still smiling, and walked through the kitchen door into the midst of the entire group.

“Perhaps if we—” Leaning against the counter, Alex broke off his conversation with Peter to watch his little sub walk into the kitchen. Her mouth was swollen, her cheeks beard burned, and her big brown eyes held a languid glow. She'd chosen to wear jeans and a blue T-shirt with a pile of kittens displayed on the front. Barefoot and tousled and sexy as hell.

His cock hardened, which should be an impossibility considering he'd just fucked them both silly in the shower. He grinned, remembering how her legs had buckled when he released her.

She smiled at the subs seated at the table and the Doms at the stove, and then her cheeks flushed. Probably remembering last night and how they'd seen her bare assed and being spanked. “Good morning.” Her voice had the huskiness of a woman well used.

Beside Alex, Peter nodded to her. “Good morning, MacKensie. Bacon's on the stove; eggs are on the table.”

She nodded and walked to the stove. After giving Alex a quick glance, she averted her gaze and reached for the pan.

Alex frowned. He didn't like how she placed herself at a distance rather than within his personal space. It showed her insecurities when it came to male-female relationships. He rubbed his jaw and considered. She'd been sixteen the last time she had sex; had she even attempted a relationship since? What the hell had happened to her back then?

Something to work on later. Right now… Well, each relationship ran on a different track, but he could show her how theirs would go, and it didn't include acting indifferent to each other in public.

When he tucked a finger into the waistband of her jeans and pulled her between his outstretched legs, she gave him a startled look. Ignoring the stiffness of her body, he lifted her up against him far enough that he could enjoy her lips. He dallied, taking pleasure in the lingering taste of mint toothpaste as he coaxed her into responding. Slowly her muscles released the tension until she sagged against him, and then her body filled with a different kind of tension.

When he set her back on her feet, her face was flushed, her breathing fast, and the uncertainty was definitely gone. She shook her head at him, giving him a look that held both exasperation and delight. And when she reached for a plate, her hip rubbed against his.

Much better.