Dalton, Tymber - Fire and Ice [A Triple Trouble Prequel] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (21 page)

He suddenly released her. Callie almost lost her footing and grabbed for the counter so she didn’t hit the floor. He went to the fridge and started rummaging through it. “Can I get you something to drink?” he asked.

“Huh?” She couldn’t think. She didn’t want to think. She wanted more of that.

More of him.

He held up a can of soda. “I have Coke, tea, milk, water. Want anything?”

She swallowed hard and shook her head.

He closed the fridge. Smiling, he popped the tab on a can of Coke and took a couple of swallows. Then he walked out of the kitchen and into the living room.

On trembling legs, she followed him. He sat on the couch, picked up a remote control, and turned on the TV.

She stood there in disbelief. “What are you doing?”

He smirked. “Relaxing.” He patted the couch. “Come here.”

She did. She wanted to pounce on him, rip all his clothes off, and fuck his brains out, but she had a feeling he wouldn’t let her do that. She managed a glance at the bookshelves lining the wall holding the forty-two-inch TV. A wide variety of books, a few pictures, and quite a few carved items were neatly lined up on them.

“What are those?” she asked, pointing.

“What? The carvings?”

She nodded.

He shrugged. “I wanted a hobby. I like making stuff like that.” She loved his playful grin. “That’s not what you want to talk about though, is it?”

She shook her head.

He leaned in close. “Let’s not waste any more time. I won’t force you to submit to me, even if I could. But if you give your submission to me, I promise I’m more than man enough to keep you in line.”

She tried to kiss him, but he grabbed her by the hair with his free hand and pulled her back with a playful smile.

“If you want me,” he said in a dangerous tone that totally soaked her panties, “then you need to get on your knees and ask me.”

“What about calling red?” she gasped.

“That’s for when we’re playing. I could easily do things the old-fashioned way and chase you down, but honestly? That doesn’t appeal to me. I want to know you want me. I want your submission to be willingly given to me. I want you to beg me to do every nasty, depraved thing to you that you’ve ever wanted done. Maybe even a few things you never knew you wanted done to you. Once I know all of that, from that point on, I can do all the chasing I feel like. And I will catch you every time.”

She stared into his eyes. She’d never wanted anything more in her life.

And that was a pretty damn long time.

She nodded.

He released her hair and pointed at the floor in front of him. “On your knees, facing me,” he quietly said.

All right! One blow job, coming up!

When she tried to reach for his zipper, he laughed and gently pushed her persistent hands away. “Did I tell you to do that?”

“But—”

He grabbed her chin. “Stop. Turn your mind off. Follow orders.”

With a frustrated sigh, she sat back on her heels in front of him.

* * * *

He tried not to laugh. She looked nearly frantic with need. “Very good.” He suspected no one had ever dared tell her no before.

She’d have to get used to it. He would keep her on a short leash at first, give her a taste of the control he knew she craved.

Who was he kidding? He wanted to slake his thirst to have a total submissive all his own who wanted every bit he could give her and then some. Someone he didn’t have to hold back with, physically or mentally.

“Hands on your knees,” he quietly commanded.

She glared up at him while she complied.

“Good girl.” He reached over and stroked her hair, slowly fisting it and tipping her head back so he could look deep into her eyes. “Don’t try to lie to me and tell me you don’t want this,” he softly said. “I can smell how wet you are. I can hear your heart pounding. Don’t worry, you’ll get all the orgasms you can handle and then some, but only when I’m ready to give them to you. Do you understand me?”

She licked her lips. Then, sounding less sure of herself, she whispered, “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl,” he cooed.

He made her sit there and watch him while he took his time sipping his Coke. Her eyes never left him while he did his best to not drag her into the bedroom and make love to her immediately.

When he finished, he handed her the can. “Please take this into the kitchen for me and set it in the sink.”

Now she looked puzzled, but she took it. “Yes, Sir.”

When she returned, he stood. “Time to show you the playroom,” he said with a smile.

* * * *

He led her to the back of the house, where he’d turned a bedroom into a dungeon. When he opened the door, she thought her knees would melt right out from under her. He didn’t just have a playroom. He had a dungeon so well equipped it would make most Doms drool with envy.

She stepped past him into the room. There was a small carpeted area with a futon cushion and pillows. Aftercare, if she had to guess. A padded spanking bench. A St. Andrew’s Cross. From the ceiling, eyebolts held two lengths of chain from which a horizontal bar was securely attached. One wall rack held an assortment of riding crops, beautiful canes made out of wood and synthetic materials, whips, paddles, floggers, slappers, straps, and other implements.

The highlight was the rolling cart holding the most well-equipped violet wand setup she’d ever seen in her life. When she started to walk over to it, he grabbed her by the hair and reeled her back in.

“Nope. You don’t get to play with the toys until I say so. Got it?”

She started to nod then remembered her place. “Yes, Sir.”

He grinned. “Such a good girl you are,” he softly said.

Another flutter straight to her pussy. She didn’t need a fresh change of panties, she needed a NASA-worthy adult diaper to contain the flood of moisture this wolf had inspired in her.

He snapped his fingers and pointed at the floor. Without hesitation, she dropped to her knees, hands on her knees.

“Good girl,” he cooed. He turned and opened a cabinet. She couldn’t see everything inside it, but it looked like it held vibrators, dildos, restraints, rope, and other items no well-stocked dungeon should ever be without. He returned with a set of leather cuffs for her wrists and ankles, as well as a black leather collar.

He put the collar on her first. While it had a locking buckle, she noticed he didn’t put a lock on it. “This isn’t your permanent collar, don’t worry. I’ll get you a day collar, one you’ll wear all the time. Understand?”

She shivered. She’d never worn a collar before. The feel of it around her neck reminded her of the feel of a hand, just firm enough to invoke visions of strong fingers gently curled around her flesh. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. Wrists.”

She held up her hands and he fastened the soft, supple black leather cuffs around her wrists.

“Stand up.”

She did.

“Strip.”

Meeting his green gaze, she did, slowly unbuttoning her blouse before letting it drop to the floor. Then her bra. She kicked off her shoes and pulled down her jeans and sodden underwear, stepping out of them.

She felt the corner of her mouth curl in a smile at his sharp intake of breath as she stood before him completely naked.

“Good girl,” he said.

* * * *

Goddess!
He wanted to bend her over the bench and fuck her right then and there. She was breathtaking. Creamy skin, a solid body with curves in all the right places, a gorgeously spankable ass, and breasts just the right size for him to cup in his hands, and while not shaved, she kept her pussy closely trimmed.

Perfection.

A wave of her sweet, musky scent hit him when she kicked off her pants. If he wasn’t mistaken, she’d totally soaked her panties through with her juices. That was fair, because he was pretty sure when his jeans came off there’d be a matching wet spot inside them.

“Ankles,” he commanded as he bent over. She lifted first her left foot for him to fasten on the cuff, then her right. He motioned for her to follow him over to the corner where the carpet was. Then he spread his arms. “Undress me.”

Smiling, she stepped forward, looking up into his eyes with a smoldering, passionate gaze as she worked on his shirt buttons. He didn’t miss how she gently raked her fingers across the light hair on his chest before she moved to unfasten his belt. He pulled off his boots so she could get his jeans off his legs.

On her knees again, he let her rest her forehead against his hip, one hand buried in her hair and keeping her from wrapping her lips around his stiff cock. If he let her do that now, he’d never be able to stop himself from coming. Instead, he rubbed his thumb across the slit of his cock and collected a few drops of pre-cum from the head.

“Open,” he commanded.

She did, her eyes on his as he popped his thumb into her mouth.

Her tongue did delicious things to the digit that made his cock throb even harder at the anticipation of being next. She softly moaned as she sucked every bit of pre-cum and then some off his thumb. Finally, he pulled his thumb from her mouth, hooked a finger through the ring on the front of her collar, and tugged.

“Up, pet.”

He didn’t miss how her eyes flashed at that. In anticipation or irritation, he wasn’t sure, but he’d nip resistance in the bud. He pulled her close. “You are my pet, Callie. That is what I will call you. My mate, my wife, my lover, my slave. Above all that, my pet. Understand.”

Her breath quickened.

Ah, anticipation. Good.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

“Good girl.” He used her collar to keep her from latching on too hard when he brushed a kiss across her lips.

Leading her to the spanking bench, he laid her facedown on it and used clips to attach the cuffs on her arms and legs to it. He knelt in front of her. “You are mine, understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

* * * *

Had her heart ever raced so hard and fast in her life? She didn’t think so. She was dying to suck his cock, feel him fuck her, but even more than that, she wanted to feel the bite of his cane in her flesh.

He returned to the cabinet and retrieved a few items. She couldn’t see what, but when she heard the unmistakable
snap
of a glove, she suspected what was coming next.

Callie felt him rub cool lube against her ass, pressing first one, then two fingers for access when he heard her moan and felt her relax for him.

“My little pet likes anal, does she?”

She felt her face burn. “Yes, Sir.”

“How long’s it been?”

“Too long, Sir.”

He fucked her ass with two fingers before adding more lube and a third. She moaned, trying to thrust her hips in time with his movement but unable to get as much traction as she’d like due to the restraints.

Then his fingers disappeared. Her pulse amped up with expectation. Sure enough, she felt the cool, firm press of a butt plug. “You shouldn’t have any problems taking this one, should you?”