Beyond Control (29 page)

She shivered and licked his fingertip with a moan.

He couldn't stop himself from pumping his finger in and out, fascinated by the way her lips looked wrapped around any part of him. "Tonight, you're mine to play with. This mouth..." He added another finger, pushed them both in to the second knuckle. "Mine to kiss, mine to defile."

Her eyes lit up at the word, amusement and lust in equal measure. The back of her hand brushed his stomach, and she walked her fingers slowly up to scratch her nails across his chest.

Oh yeah, she liked that. Liked it even more when he withdrew his fingers, slapped her cheek in teasing warning, and smoothed his hand down her throat.

He smacked her breast next, and the firm flesh swayed enticingly. Made his dick ache, too, and his next words sounded rough. "I could play with these tits for hours. Sucking, pinching..." He tweaked her nipple just to watch her jerk. "Making them bounce."

Her skin flushed, and her breathing quickened. "Yours to play with. Whatever you want."

Three simple words, but the
layers
in them. A man could go dizzy trying to untangle the subtle shifts in power. He owned her the same way he owned them all, as a benevolent dictator who enforced his ownership lightly. Someone who didn't understand would think her submission solidified that claim, would think she'd yanked her own collar tight and handed him a leash.

Blind fools. Submission snapped the leash. Here she was, flushed at the sudden freedom, and he was the one weighed down by the responsibilities that came with her gift. He was the one who had to walk that razor-thin line, knowing one misstep could cut them both.

Trust went both ways, a fact that held him in its grasp as he smacked her other breast hard enough to feel the sting of impact in his fingers. He had to trust that her moan of pleasure was honest, that she wouldn't hold back or hide discomfort. All it would take was one lie on her part to turn him into a monster.

Especially when her fantasy was being taken by one.

Lex shuddered through a soft sigh and framed his face with gentle hands. "You don't have to. Not if it's too much."

Of course she saw. Of course she
understood
, which was why it would never be too much. Growling, he caught her face, his thumb and fingers digging in to her cheeks just enough to serve as a quiet warning. "Are you going to be a good girl?"

Her answer was quiet, serious. "You know me better than that."

He knew she fought back, but sometimes it was hard to tell how much was a struggle to hold on to her defenses, and how much was a silent plea for him to fulfill a need she could barely articulate.

Maybe she couldn't articulate it, but he understood it. Leaning closer, he licked her lips. "Tell me you'll be good tonight."

She stilled and then moved, sliding her inner thigh up the outside of his leg. "I'll be good. Only for you."

He rewarded her with a rough whack on the hip before rolling away, his mind already stumbling over what part of her to claim first. With a few clever toys and a little patience, he could reduce her to limp, trembling bliss.

"On your knees," he ordered as he moved to the open cabinet. A fortune in tools of debauchery lined the shelves, a mix of custom pieces and pre-Flare relics, things meant to bind, to penetrate, to cause pleasure and pain.

He bypassed the whips and floggers, uninterested in striking her with anything but his bare hands. Pain wasn't Lex's trigger, for all that he'd seen her transported by the hazy rush of it. She thrived on sensation, on roughness that stemmed from too much desire, from the feeling of being overwhelmed.

That made his selection easy. When Dallas retrieved the items and turned back to the bed, Lex was kneeling near the end of it, facing him.

Waiting.

God, she was striking. Beautiful, from her disheveled hair straight down to her perfect toes. Sleek, but not soft. She had the strength of a dancer, toned muscles under dangerous curves, and sometimes it was hard not to just
stare
at her.

But staring wasn't enough tonight. He dropped the toys to the bed and traced the luscious line of her thigh before curling his fingers to cup her pussy. "Ready to get back to that talk about the things that belong to me, love?"

Her head fell back, and she clutched his arms with trembling hands. "Yes."

He delved between her outer lips and bit back a groan at how wet she was. Wet and hot, even more so when he thrust his finger deep inside her. Not only for the pleasure of hearing her moan, but for the satisfaction of feeling her muscles clench with arousal when he lifted his other hand to lightly slap her face again. "Open your knees, Lexie. Keep 'em spread wide, so I can play with this pussy however I want."

She shifted on the bed, her knees parting, hips tilting toward his touch. So obedient, so eager, and the naked trust in her eyes was as delicious as the way she squirmed, like she couldn't
not
ride his hand.

Edging closer, Dallas dragged her head back, forcing her to stare up into his eyes as he fucked her lazily with that one finger. "Good girl. You do everything I tell you, and I'll let you decide where I fuck you. And how hard."

Her eyes flashed, dark and hungry. "Surprise me," she rasped.

Possessive heat skated under his skin. This was the part of her he never wanted to share. The others could line up and beg for the privilege of pleasuring their queen, as long as no one else saw
Alexa
, stripped bare and willing to do anything to please him.

His secret pleasure. His gift. And goddamn, was he ready to play with her.

He didn't bother with orders, not when they'd both get off on the alternative. Locking rough hands around her waist, he lifted her bodily and flipped her, sprawling her face down across the mattress as he smacked her ass. "Up on your knees."

Her hands clenched in the bedspread, but she arched her back and obeyed.

Anticipation wouldn't hurt her, so he stayed silent as he retrieved the heavy silver plug. It was wicked, blunt at the tip and sharply flared, with a green jewel flashing from the flat, circular base. Not the sort of adornment you tried with someone inexperienced, but the complete set with their differently colored gems were among Lex's favorite toys.

He took his time with the lube, slicking it over the cool silver before spilling it onto Lex's ass without a word of warning. She hissed in a breath and wiggled under the stream of clear, viscous liquid.

"You know what's coming, don't you?" He massaged the lube into her ass with one hand while he used the other to tease the plug between her pussy lips to rub against her clit.

"Mm-hmm." A lazy answer, at odds with the way her legs trembled.

He could get her off like this, but it would be quick and fleeting, the kind of pleasure that melted through you and vanished, forgotten. This wasn't any other night. This was the night she'd agreed to take his ink, to belong to him.

Patience would reward them both. At least, that's how he justified it to his aching cock when he placed the tip of the plug against her ass and watched her shudder as the slight pressure stimulated all those tiny nerves. "Hands back here," he ordered, his voice hoarsely menacing even to his own ears. "Hold yourself open so I can watch your greedy little ass take anything I put in it."

She slid her hands over her thighs, slowly stroking her way up to the swell of her ass. Her nails dug into her skin as she spread her cheeks and pushed back toward the plug in his hand.

Eager. She was always so damn eager, but it had never shredded his self-control like this. The possessiveness throbbing in his veins was barely human. He wanted to rasp darker words. Cruder words, just to see how far she'd let him go, how completely she'd play this game.

All the way.
He knew the answer even as he pushed the plug deeper. Her tight little asshole tensed at the invasion, but he soothed it by working the toy in a careful circle, gently stretching her as his other hand centered on her clit. "Are you scared of me?"

She turned her head, her brow furrowed, and pressed her cheek to the bed. "Not even close, honey."

He worked his fingers faster, dragging a moan from her as her ass finally yielded to the mix of pleasure and pressure. The plug slipped in, and the jewel nestled tight between her ass cheeks. He couldn't stop himself from slapping her hip just to watch her clench. "You're never afraid of me. No matter how much I demand from you. No matter how crazy I get."

Her gaze locked with his as a shudder took her. "I'll always want more of you, Declan."

His final prize from the cabinet lay a few feet from her knee, and he caught the end loop with one finger and lifted it to dangle in front of her. Three smooth, silver balls dangled from the thin silicone casing that connected them, each swaying in odd counterpoint to the smaller round weight trapped inside.

They were large enough that two would have teased her plenty, even without the plug, and she knew it. So he let them dangle there as he stroked her clit too lightly to do anything but keep her on edge. "I want you to take all three of them."

Lex groaned, long and low. "Please."

"That's my girl." He gave her clit one final slap, unable to resist the sound she made or the way her hips jerked. She was so wet he probably didn't need more lube, but he used it anyway before pushing the first ball into her pussy. Dark satisfaction filled him as he watched her body take it, as he watched her writhe and listened to her moan. As he gently pushed the second into place.

He could do anything to her,
anything
, and she'd let him. Maybe even love it, as long as it got him off. It was ridiculous. It was humbling.

It was the hottest fucking realization of his life.

He stroked her trembling thighs and slid the final ball into place, pushing it deep with one finger and shuddering as she cried out. "My dirty, perfect girl. So good."

She shifted her hips, just a little, and stopped short with a strangled cry. "Fuck."

"That's the idea, love." He gave her one last soothing stroke and circled the bed to stand opposite her. A vast expanse of mattress separated them, at least five feet, but it gave him a lovely view of her flushed face and wild hair and her ass still in the air.

Beautiful. Beautiful, and his. Wetting his lips, he finally gave himself permission to curl a hand around his aching cock and stroke it. "Tell me how you feel."

She watched his hand, her own tongue darting out to lick her lower lip, as if she could taste him already. "I feel full," she whispered as she started across the space between them on her hands and knees. "Every time I move, something shifts inside me. Like when Jas and Noelle were fucking me with their fingers."

"You liked that, did you? Are you the one putting all those ideas in her head?" He licked his palm and gripped his shaft again, already imagining himself between Lex's lips. Soon, so soon. "Jasper fucking your pussy and me taking your ass? Or was it the other way around?"

"Does it matter?" She arched her back, bending her upper body low to the bed with another sharp inhalation.

Not really, but watching her like this made it clear that something else did. There was no hesitation in her body now, no self-consciousness. He shouldn't have demanded her submission in front of the people she helped lead. No wonder he'd been viciously jealous, and protective on top of it. This sweet vulnerability was his, not to be shared or showed off, but to be savored in privacy.

He'd show her what mattered. "Crawl to me."

Lex smiled slowly. "Or what?"

He braced both hands on the mattress. "Or I'll drag you over here and spank your ass until you're so wrung out from all the orgasms that you can't do anything but whimper while I fuck you."

That got her going. She bit her lip and eased across the bed. "Where could you possibly fuck me? I'm all filled up."

Breathless, gleeful words, and he laughed as he reached out to free her lower lip from the sharp edge of her teeth, only to replace the pressure with his thumb. "You will be," he agreed, making his voice as low and dangerous as hers was light and innocent. "You'll be so full when I'm fucking this sweet mouth."

"There's nothing you can't give me." Acknowledgment. Confession. "I figured that out a long time ago."

"Nothing I
won't
give you." He took his time wrapping the wild strands of her hair around his hands, letting her savor the slow slide from gentle to brutal as his grip tightened and he tilted her head up. "Tonight was the last time. I'll never ask for submission in front of anyone else again. You're my queen. They can crawl on their hands and knees and beg for the chance to fuck you, and we'll decide if they deserve the honor. But no one else sees you like this. This is just for me."

Her eyes sparked, warm and inviting. "Dallas..."

He knew that look. She wanted his cock, and he wanted to give it to her. Was
dying
to give it to her, as rough and uncontrolled as even she could hope for. "Open your mouth."

Lex curled her fingers around the edge of the bed, wiggled her ass one more time, and parted her lips. He gave himself a few blissful seconds to admire her, from her hungry eyes and flushed cheeks to the swollen lushness of her lips and the pink flash of her tongue. Visual overload, but not half as stirring as the way she tugged against his grip in her hair, straining toward him.

So he gave her what she wanted, pressing into the heat of her mouth with a low groan. Heaven, especially when she wasted no time in teasing her tongue over the sensitive spot under the crown of his cock. But he only gave her a moment before dragging her head back. "Do you want to make me come?"

No hesitation. "Yes. I want all of you."

Another thrust. Deeper this time, taunting her with a hint of force, the first warning of his unraveling control. "If it's too much, slap my hip three times. Understood?"

She hummed around him and lifted a hand to his hip, but only to stroke the backs of her fingers lightly over his skin. It was permission and a plea rolled in one, so he did the only thing he could.