Beauty Submits To Her Beast (7 page)

She wasn’t sure how long it took for her to become aware of the man behind her. “Oh, god,” she gasped. “House number two. A duplex. Jackpot. I think my body is numb. Tell me we aren’t done.”

His body blanketed hers. He laughed in her ear. “Greedy sub.”

“Never had candy so good,” she murmured as she sought to calm her racing heart and draw air into her starved lungs. His cock rubbed her ass, the thick head nudging her slit, searching for entrance. She tilted her hips up. God, she needed that huge shaft inside her, filling her, sending her back into a world where nothing else mattered but the two of them.

His fingers threaded with hers. “What do you want now?”

“Your cock.”

He kissed the side of her neck and trailed his lips across her shoulders. He nipped her lightly. “You have to earn it.”

“How, Sir?”

“By trusting me.” He licked the swirls of her ear, then his weight was gone. She bit her lip to keep from protesting. The mattress shifted, and his arms wrapped around her waist, lifting her. He swept the wedge onto the floor.

“On your back.” His warm breath sent shivers through her.

More than eager, she lowered herself, then rolled over to stare into glittering eyes that reminded her of an Alaskan night sky filled with stars—deep and mysterious. He left the bed, opened the drawer in the bedside table, and fished out another pair of cuffs.

Caitie swallowed hard when he held out a hand for her foot. Control. Trust. Damon expected both.

She wrinkled her nose but lifted her right foot. Her heart hammered when he snapped the cuff on, then strode to the other side and cuffed her left ankle.

He sat on the edge of the bed. “Very good.”

With a gentle nudge, he pushed her feet close to her thighs then urged her knees to butterfly open. His gaze latched onto her. The heat smoldering in his eyes warmed her. She licked her lower lip, wondering if he would use his mouth again or, if this time, he planned to fuck her with his cock.

He grabbed a leather cuff from beneath the bed, and before she knew what he intended, he’d fastened it around one thigh, then snapped it to her ankle cuff. Once more, panic hit when she realized he was going to truss her up like a calf being branded.

He shifted to the other side of the bed and lifted a second restraint.

“Wait.” Her voice sounded high and reedy.

His brows rose.

She drew in a deep breath.
Control
.
Give him what he wants. Needs. And he’ll give you what you want. Need.
The point of the weekend was to experience and discover new possibilities. Hadn’t she decided to participate in this event because she found sex boring and unsatisfying? She breathed, counted to ten, and then nodded. She resisted the urge to close her eyes.

Her heart pounded as he fastened the second cuff and ankle and then connected the chains of both. She was flat on her back, wide open and totally helpless and…
Shit
. He was free to do whatever he wanted. A delicious shiver ran though her.
Pleasure me. Take me. Make me yours.
It shocked her to realize how much she needed him to do just that.

Another dip into the drawer had her worried. She relaxed when he pulled out a foil packet. Her mouth watered when he rolled the condom down his rock-hard cock.

At last. Hurry, hurry, hurry.
But she was wise enough to hold her demands inside. No way was she going to say something wrong and stop whatever was about to happen. She was ready for house number four.

He climbed onto the bed and ran his palms up along her inner thighs. “Beautiful, little sub.” He leaned over, squeezed her breast, and drew the puckered peak into his warm, moist mouth.

His intense sucking sent an electrical zing from nipple to clit. His other hand played with her other breast, rubbing and rolling the tight little bud between his fingers. He alternated between licking and laving one round globe, then the other until she was a mass of agonizing need.

He skimmed her belly. She quivered, waited, yearned for him to touch her clit. It surprised her that she found it strangely erotic to be open, exposed, and bound, totally trapped and at his mercy.

He rose onto his knees. “Ready for more candy?”

He knelt between her legs. Wearing only the black leather chaps, Damon took her breath away. He was rough and rugged, yet gentle. His wide chest, the rich, mat of hair that glinted with red combined with a rock-hard belly made him one hell of a hunk.

She lowered her gaze, feasted on the triangle of curls surrounding his cock like ferns uncurling at the base of a tall redwood. His erection throbbed, the crown swollen and gloriously purple with the blood surging through his veins. Make that one hell of a
sexy
hunk.

“Yes, Sir.” She licked her lips.

He held out his hand. “First your hands.”

Her gaze locked onto his. “What?”

“I’m taking all control from you and in return, I’ll give you everything, even more than you ever thought possible.”

“But—” She was already trussed and helpless. Wasn’t that enough? She couldn’t let him take away what little control she had left.

“Do you trust me?” His voice was low, calm.

Her protest died. Desire glowed in his eyes. Though he kept his features schooled, she read how much he needed her to accept him and freely take what he offered.

“Yes or no,” he asked again.

She answered truthfully. “Yes.” She sounded hesitant and unsure, but she held out her bound hands.

He unhooked them, and one at a time, snapped them to her thighs. The moment he rose onto his knees, she realized just how vulnerable, how helpless she was. This man was a stranger. It didn’t matter that he’d given her three mind-blowing orgasms. He was free to do whatever he wanted, and she couldn’t stop him.

She was scared. She couldn’t move. All choice, all control was gone. “I changed my mind.” Blind panic raced through her. She struggled to free herself, to breathe, but her chest felt as though an elephant sat on her.

Damon leaned over and framed her face between his hands. “Easy, little sub. You’re not helpless. You have your safeword. You hold all the power now.”

His words, his low voice broke through the cloud of fear.
Safeword. Red.

She opened her mouth to use it then frowned. “Say that again?” How could she have power when she couldn’t even scratch an itch on her nose or ass?

“If you accept this, you are handing me power and control.”

“That makes sense. You hold the power, not me.” Tears threatened. She didn’t want to fail or come across cowardly, but this was too much.

He thumbed away the single tear. “The power is yours. Your choice to keep or give. By giving control, you have the power because you can take it back anytime. I only receive it when you agree to give it or share it with me and only for as long as you wish.” He kissed her lightly. “This, if you choose to think of it as such, is your gift to me, one I’ll treasure always.”

His words stilled and calmed her, and she recalled his explanation of what he called a power exchange. When he lifted his head, she stared into his eyes. “This is what you meant by taking control and power?”

His hand covered her mound, his finger resting on her clit. “It’s one way, yes.”

“And I get—”

His mouth curved. “Candy, my gorgeous sub. Lots of candy.” He pinched her swollen nub lightly.

Caitie gasped. She wasn’t totally happy, even if she did want more of those fantastic orgasms. “House number four better have some prime goodies.”

Chapter Six

Damon chuckled, leaned over, and kissed her hard and deep. “I think house four might have the best treats yet along with some fun games to be played.” He saw through her attempt at humor. She was afraid and unhappy with what he asked of her. Her spunk and bravery earned his admiration and made him determined to show her that her trust in him was well placed.

“Maybe I won’t play,” she muttered. “See how you like them apples.”

He cocked one brow. “Excuse me?”

“Oh, sorry. See how you like that. Sir.”

Holding her gaze, the combination of rebellion, lust, and fear made him determined to give her the best orgasm yet and prove to her that he’d take care of her every need. He slipped his finger inside her quivering pussy, pulling cream to slick her hard nub. The muscles of her abdomen tightened, but she didn’t speak.

Damon couldn’t help smiling when he noticed she had her lips firmly clamped shut. His blood quickened. His sub continually surprised and pleased him. He’d been prepared for her to use her safeword and halt their session. And he wouldn’t have pushed her. He’d known this might be too much, too soon, but he wanted to see how much control she’d relinquish.

So far, she’d held nothing back, and that thrilled him more than it should. Her trust and willingness to place her well-being in his hands was a gift unlike any other he’d received. Her bravery, even if given unwillingly, earned his respect.

“I promise you’ll like what I do to you.” He rubbed her clit, loving the feel of her as much as the flash of pleasure in her eyes.

“Maybe I’ll just lie here and take it.” She swallowed a moan.

Damon laughed. “Ah, a challenge.” He understood her perfectly. She’d given him control of her body but not her mind. “Now this is a good game for our Halloween trick or treating theme. Shall we see how long it takes for you to scream and beg?”

He eased his finger through her folds and circled her weeping pussy. She shuddered and couldn’t stop from clenching her muscles and jerking her hips upward, but she remained stubbornly silent.

Unable to resist, he knelt between her legs and fastened his mouth over her clit. Her cry burst out of her and sent a jolt through his balls and into the tip of his cock.
Fuck
. He might be pushing her to her limits, but she’d shoved him well past his. He sucked and licked, drove her hard and fast. Her clit swelled, and her whimpers were music to his ears.

“Ready to beg?” He flicked his tongue back and forth.

“No.” Her voice sounded strained as she pulled at her hands.

He lifted his head. “Not bad. Pretty good control. Let’s try this.” He thrust his middle finger deep inside her quivering pussy. She gasped and whimpered. He stroked her slow but kept her from cresting.

She arched her head and choked back a cry. Her chest heaved, bringing his gaze to her tits. Each breath sent the pair jiggling. With difficulty, he returned his attention to her face and absorbed every expression, every shudder as he fingerfucked her.

“Bondage is only one form of control, my sweet beginner. This is another. Let’s see how controlled you can be.” He added a second finger and stroked faster and deeper.

Caitie’s breath whooshed out. She rolled her head side to side. Her body was on fire. She ached, and she throbbed like a cat in heat. Holding back the need to come was painful. She tried to keep from crying out, from moaning, but he was taking away her choice. She wanted to cry, yet at the same time, his mastery thrilled her.

“Ready to scream and beg?”

Staring into his eyes, she knew she was fighting a losing battle. Didn’t he understand she needed to keep something for herself? “No. Sir. You can. Make me. Can’t stop. You.” Each word exploded out of her. She’d be damned if she gave him what he wanted. He might control her body, but no man controlled her mind. “I let you—do this. That’s. Enough.”

“I’ll have all of you, little sub. All or nothing.”

She fisted her hands and wished she could grab him and force him to take her completely. She couldn’t stop from whimpering when he once again found that dime-sized sweet spot inside.

“Cheating,” she gasped, trying to hold on to the hair-thin thread of control.

“But you like it. Say you want to come. Beg, sweet Belle.” He rolled her clit between his fingers and, at the same time, pressed harder against her G-spot.

The flare of pain combined with pure pleasure set off explosions deep inside. God, who was she kidding? This man could do anything, and she’d let him. Because he was right. Giving up control so far had given her the best sex of her life. Her small act of rebellion fell like the walls of Jericho.

“Yes!” The admission tore from her throat. Her head felt light from lack of air that came from holding her breath and trying not to give in, and her entire body buzzed as though a swarm of bees had flown a path from head to toes. Her emotions were in turmoil, and her control stretched to the breaking point. The beast had tamed Belle.

“I need you. Need to come. Are you happy?” She needed Damon, her Dom, her beast, and the pleasure he gave, even if it meant giving him what he demanded—her all.

“For now, little sub. For now.” He removed his fingers and plunged his cock deep into her pussy.

The shock, the thrill of his finally filling her sent her over the edge. Everything around her turned white and silent except for her scream of surrender. She shook and trembled beneath the force of the spasms tearing through her. The spasms went on and on, taking her higher.

Damon leaned over and kissed her gently. By the time she came back to total awareness, her hands, legs and feet were free. Good lord, he’d sent her over the edge just by ramming his cock inside. He hadn’t moved and hadn’t come. Just filled her and joined them. She panted.

“More,” she begged, feeling him throb inside her.

He lifted her legs and draped them over his shoulder. “Look at me, Caitlin.” He pulled her hips closer, slid his palms beneath her ass, and lifted.

Caitie couldn’t have taken her eyes off him had she tried. His face was taut with tension. Lines bracketed his mouth, his lips compressed from holding himself back. His nostrils flared as he drew in a deep breath. Here was a man in total control, yet she sensed he was about to lose himself in her as much as she’d lost herself in him. The thought thrilled her.

His cock eased out slowly then back in. She pressed her hands into the mattress and just absorbed the feel of him. His first plunge into her pussy was a blur. Her mind had been too overwhelmed with too many sensations to really appreciate how he felt inside her. Though she ached and yearned for more, she focused wholly on him.