Darkest Fire (21 page)
“I’m not a sub.”
“That doesn’t mean you haven’t stepped into the role. Don’t a lot of doms try it? To learn to appreciate a submissive’s perspective, needs, feelings?” She stopped directly in front of him. She was tiny, delicate. Maybe that was why he’d always found himself wanting to protect her, take care of her. But at this point, her size didn’t seem to matter so much. She possessed a tangible strength, an energy he couldn’t ignore. This new confidence and power made his feelings for her change, but not in the way he would have expected.
He wrapped his fingers around her slender wrist, felt the quick pace of her pulse beating beneath her skin. She was either excited or nervous, or both. Was it all an act? “Do you really think you know how to use this?” He twisted his hand, forcing hers to turn over, palm up. He laid his other hand over her fingers, curled around the handle of the whip, expecting them to open, releasing the toy to his care.
Instead, she jerked her hand away. She pointed at a painting hanging on the far wall. “See the pearl earring on the woman in the portrait?” Before he responded, she sent the tail whirring through the air. It struck the painting exactly where she’d indicated. “I haven’t been at this long, but I had a good teacher and I’m a quick study.”
He couldn’t deny that. Nor could he deny the waves of heat blazing through his body. “Impressive. But I’m not your boy. I’m not going to get on my knees. Not for you. Not for anyone.”
“Let me make something clear.” She focused those almond-shaped eyes on his. “I don’t want a
boy
. I want a man. I want you.” She hooked her arm around his neck and pressed her body to his. And his cock grew impossibly harder.
boy
. I want a man. I want you.” She hooked her arm around his neck and pressed her body to his. And his cock grew impossibly harder.
She tipped her chin up, offering her plump lips, and there was no way he would refuse them. But just as his mouth met hers, she shoved him back.
Holy shit, did he want her badly. Who was this woman? She was playing him and he was fucking loving it.
Her smile was pure seduction. “You’re going to earn a kiss from me.”
Maybe he could play along a little, make her think she was getting what she wanted. Sure, that could work. He drew his hands behind his back and wove his fingers together, damp palms pressed tightly. “Okay. How can I earn a kiss?”
Her lips, the ones he’d been about to taste, and would taste again soon, curled into an enchanting smile. “Good choice.” She circled him, her skirt ruffling away from her legs as she walked. Her shoes did everything for her legs that they should do. As soon as he had control over this situation, those long, shapely legs would be wrapped around his waist, his cock driving into her tight little pussy.
“Undress. Take off everything,” she commanded.
That was a good start. He let her suffer a little as he stripped off his clothes, making sure to move in ways that showcased his body to its fullest. Arms, chest, shoulders. Those were her favorite parts of his body, he’d figured that out long ago. So those were the parts he made her wait to see. And when he did finally reveal them, he pumped his muscles so they were tight, defined. He was rewarded with plenty of heated looks, but she said nothing. Her nostrils flared slightly as she moved closer. And he could see her pupils were dilated, the irises almost completely overtaken by them. A sheen of sweat coated her chest, and the air was sweet with the scent of her arousal.
She might be the one holding the whip, but he was the one in control.
He decided to test her by sliding a hand over her hip and stepping closer. She didn’t stop him. Not when his hand glided around to the small of her back, or when he dragged her against him. But when he bent his head to take the kiss he believed he had earned, she gave his ass a sharp smack and twisted out of his hold.
“I didn’t tell you to kiss me yet.” Her chest was rising and falling quickly, her breathing visibly fast. She wanted him. Yet she was still insisting on playing this game, denying herself, denying him. She pointed at the kneeler. “There.”
He could be patient a little longer. He nodded. “Sure.” Without being told, he knelt down and bent over the upper support. His ass was still tingling a little where she’d smacked him. It wouldn’t bother him if she did it again.
She buckled leather cuffs around his wrists, securing them down by the floor. He couldn’t stand up now. Couldn’t use his hands. Not a big deal, but it wasn’t the most comfortable situation he’d ever been in either. “How’s that?” She stooped down to look at his face.
“Fine.”
“Green light?” she asked, her eyes searching his.
“Green light.” He tested the restraints with a little tug.
“Not used to being powerless, are you, Drako?”
“Nope.”
“Are you uncomfortable?” Her tongue swept cross her plump lower lip.
He shook his head. “Not at all.”
She checked the snugness of each cuff. “Do you trust me?”
“You seem to be able to handle that whip okay.”
“Thank you.” She dragged the whip’s tail across his back. “My sister’s an excellent teacher.” She cupped his chin, brushed her lips across his, and with her mouth barely touching his, murmured, “Don’t worry. I know my own limitations. Now, tell me yours.”
“I can handle pain.”
She nipped his lower lip. “I have a feeling that would be the easiest part of submitting for you.” She had him pegged. “Losing control. That’s where you struggle, isn’t it?”
“Maybe.” He didn’t like where this was going.
She trailed little soft kisses along his jaw. Each one seemed to light a little spark in his blood. “I bet you’re so good at controlling people, situations, you’ve never lost a power struggle. I bet you’ve been tied up, bound, gagged, and still been able to somehow dictate what happened.”
Damn, she knew him too well.
She stood, circled him, the whip’s leather tail skimming across his lower back as she walked. “The few times you’ve ‘submitted’ to someone, it’s been an illusion, hasn’t it? You’ve always had the power because you’ve always picked partners who were willing to hand it to you. I’m not going to.” She kicked his knees apart.
He felt a cuff wrapping around one ankle, then the other. Now, he couldn’t stand either. He wasn’t completely immobilized, but damn well close enough.
With eyes and ears, he tracked her movement as she went to her bag to gather some toys. After setting an array of toys on a table, within his sight—including a prostate massager—she dragged up a chair and sat facing him. “Have you ever had a woman tell you when to come?”
“No.” A drip of sweat fell from his forehead, striking the floor beneath him with a soft pat.
“I didn’t think so.” She bent down and lifted her skirt, dragging it up her thigh, over her hip. She shifted her weight forward and pulled the material out from under her buttocks and parted her legs.
Her pussy was wet, pink temptation. He inhaled deeply, pulling in her scent, deep down into his lungs. His tongue swept over his lips, and he wished he could have one taste, just one.
She fingered herself, parting the damp folds to push one digit into her tight canal. He could almost feel those silken walls gripping his cock. “Do you want to taste me?”
“Shit, yes.” He licked his lips again.
“Do you want to make love to me?”
“Yes.”
“Then you’re going to do what I want. You’re not going to pretend. If you try to control me, I’ll make myself come and you’ll watch, but you won’t touch me. Understand?”
“Yeah.” He felt his fingers curling into fists, his jaw clenching.
She stood and the material cascaded down over her hips. “Is it really so bad, letting me lavish you with some attention for once?”
Yes.
“No.”
“No.”
“Good. Enjoy.” She poured some oil onto her hands and massaged his shoulders, back. The air filled with the soft scents of lavender and vanilla. “Your tattoo is so hot. This is the first time I’ve gotten a good look at it.” His skin tingled as her oil-slicked fingertips walked up and down either side of his spine. When she started kneading a knot down in his lower back, he actually moaned. “Yes, that’s nice, isn’t it?”
“Yeahhhh.”
She worked lower, strong fingers pressing into muscles wound tight.
Damn, that felt good. He’d forgotten about her stint at the massage parlor. Clearly she’d learned a thing or two there. Perhaps this was the Rin she was in that setting. Maybe she’d had to be more aggressive there?
Her hands slid down over the curve of his ass, and he tensed up again, remembering she had a prostate massager. He’d never taken anything in his anus, though he’d taught plenty of subs to take toys in their asses. He knew, having scened with men before, what a prostate massager could do to a guy. Make him come in a heartbeat, hard, fast, and against his will. The thought of losing control to that degree . . .
Her fingers slid between his ass cheeks, explored deeper until a fingertip was stroking his anus. Just like a new sub, he tightened up.
“Have you ever used an anal toy?”
“No.”
“Okay.” Her voice quavered ever so slightly, enough to let him know she wasn’t as confident with exploring anal play as she was targeting that single-tailed whip.
“If you’re unsure—”
“Don’t,” she interrupted. “I told you, don’t try to control me. You won’t like the consequences.” She returned to her seat, pulled her skirt up, and slid her bottom to the edge of the chair. Next, she grabbed a vibrator off the table, squirted some lube into her palm, and smoothed it on the toy. Her gaze locked to his. “Look at me.” He watched, mouth dry, heartbeat pounding in his ears, as she parted her pussy lips and pushed the toy inside.
That shouldn’t be a piece of plastic, gliding in and out of that tight sheath. It should be his cock. It was his right, as her husband, a fact that made this situation all the more frustrating. He bit back a rant of frustration, knowing she was more than cruel enough to mete out some serious punishment if she wanted.
Was it one minute, two, or a lifetime, she tormented him by fucking herself with that damn vibrator? He completely lost track of time. It was meaningless to him. She plunged it in and out, in and out, over and over, filling the room with the sweet sounds of her breaths and tiny moans. To torment him more, she dragged her chair closer and fucked her pussy harder, faster, until her face was flushed, her lips parted slightly, a sheen of sweat glistening over her forehead, cheeks, and chest.
Just when he was sure she was about to come, she stopped; set the vibrator, still wet with her juices, on the table, and smiled at him.
“Next time, I won’t stop,” she vowed.
He had no reason to doubt her.
19
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he had him where she wanted. She could sense his change. It felt like a shifting energy field, an almost-imperceptible sensation. He would submit now. He��d surrendered. She’d gained his respect. And his trust. The hardest part was over.
he had him where she wanted. She could sense his change. It felt like a shifting energy field, an almost-imperceptible sensation. He would submit now. He��d surrendered. She’d gained his respect. And his trust. The hardest part was over.
Now, the fun began.
Feeling more confident, not having to play a role anymore, she walked around him, admiring his beautiful body. So much power lay in those thick arms and legs, strength in the muscle and sinew and bone that formed his body. And it was all under her control now.
She squirted some lube onto her fingertips and caressed his balls, firm and snugged up tightly to his body. She let herself indulge in a couple of strokes up and down his cock, enjoying the way he shuddered at her touch. And finally, sensing he was ready, she touched his anus again. Unlike the first time, her fingertip slipped past the ring of muscle easily. To reward him, she gave his cock a couple more strokes with her other hand, moving the two together, finger in his ass, hand tightly gripping his penis.
He probably had some idea of what she was planning for him. If he did, he wasn’t anxious. His breathing was fast and shallow, his body tight, skin warm, but that wasn’t from fear. She could tell by the way he groaned and whispered her name.
The air smelled so good, of man and sex, that she wanted to gulp in great big lungfuls and hold it in until her head started spinning.
Convinced he was ready for the toy, she lubed it up like Lei had shown her and, after helping prepare his anus with a couple of fingers, eased it into place. She was so happy and relieved when it went in easily and he seemed to enjoy it.
“How’s that?”
“Good.”
Holding the end of the toy, she played with his cock and balls with her free hand, appreciating every shiver, every sigh, every moan. This experience was so unlike any she’d shared with him, or any man for that matter. She was clear-headed, concentrated fully on his pleasure, not her own. It made it so much easier to read the nuances of his reaction as she touched him all over, whispered dirty words into his ear, and licked and nibbled her way up and down his body. Goose bumps coated his arms. His skin grew warm under her touches. A deep ruby flush stained his chest, neck, and cheeks.
It was time.
“Come, Drako. Come now.”
“No,” he whispered. “Not until you have your pleasure first.”
She turned the toy on, setting the vibrate on low, and watched in fevered awe as Drako’s muscles pulled into taut, thick ropes. “I said, come,” she whispered. He trembled, fought the restraints binding his arms and legs, jerking against them and cussing. But he didn’t say “Red.” His cock jerked. He howled, tossing his head back, and, still struggling against the bindings, came.
She’d never seen anything so chilling and yet so beautiful.
“Dammit!” he shouted.
“What’s wrong? Didn’t you like it?” She shut off the vibrator and walked around him, squatting so she could see his face.
“No.”
“No?” She took his still-semierect penis in her hand and gave it a slow swipe. It jerked in her palm. A droplet of cum seeped from the tip.
“I mean, yes, and no. I’m not used to this, to an orgasm hitting me from nowhere.”
“You mean you’re not used to having someone or something else make you come.” She ran her flattened hands up his arms and over his shoulders. His muscles rippled beneath the golden skin. She traced the outline of his tattoo, the griffon that stretched from one side of his upper back to the other. “You’re such a beautiful man. I like this, taking my time with you, dictating what you feel and when.”
“But wouldn’t you rather have me touching, kissing, stroking every inch of your body?”
“No. Not yet.”
“Sure you would.” He twisted an arm, trying to free it from the cuff. “Let me loose, and I’ll show you how good I can make you feel.”
“No, thanks.”
He gave a little dissatisfied grunt.
“This is just the beginning,” she promised, knowing he’d need to come at least a couple more times before he’d be tamed. But he’d need some time to recover. At least a couple of minutes.
She’d give him a little encouragement to keep playing.
Straightening up, she removed her dress, which left her nude except her shoes. She returned to the chair, positioned directly in front of him, parted her legs, and found a vibrator that looked like fun. This one had a second little part that would stimulate her anus, as well as a collar of rotating beads.
She placed the tip on her clit and turned it on. After about two seconds, she decided that wasn’t such a good thing. The stimulation was too direct, sending her hurtling toward orgasm too quickly. She inserted the toy and shuddered as a wave of sensual heat rippled through her body.
Now, this was better.
She glanced at Drako. Were those flames flickering in his eyes? Deep blue ones, like the uber hot flames on a gas stove. The toy’s vibrations hummed along her nerves, making her heartbeat race, pound in her ears. It would be so easy to surrender to the pleasure, let it carry her away, but she couldn’t. She had to focus on Drako, on breaking down the walls he’d erected around his heart.
She pulled the toy out just before orgasm had her in its tight grip. Gasping for breath, she set it aside.
“This isn’t what you want, Rin. Why are you doing this?”
“Because it’s what we both need.” She took his face in her hands, ran her thumb along his bottom lip. This was the face she loved, the man she loved. She had to do everything she could to help him, to save him.
“No. I don’t believe that.”
“It’s too soon for you to agree with me.” She kissed him, softly, patiently, exploring his warm, delicious mouth and letting him do the same. It was the kind of kiss she’d remember a long time, full of raw emotion. Sweet and tender. Provocative and sensual.
“Release me and let me show you true pleasure,” he murmured into her mouth.
“Are you uncomfortable?”
“No.”
“In pain?”
“No.”
“Can you say the safe word if you needed to?”
“Yes, the word is ‘Red,’ but I’m not going to use it.”
“Very well.” She released his face, strolled around him, this time stopping at his side. She played with his cock and balls, using her hands to bring him to the verge of orgasm and then she commanded, “Come, Drako.”
He clamped his jaw. “No.”
She turned on the anal stimulator again.
He fought even harder against the second orgasm. He cussed, he begged, he pleaded, he yanked his arms and jerked his body from side to side. But nothing worked. He lost the battle within minutes.
“Say it,” Rin demanded, her heart in her throat. “Say ‘Red.’ ”
“No, dammit.”
He was a lot more determined than she’d expected.
“Then you’ll come for me again.” Instead of turning off the vibrator, she turned it up a notch, increasing the level of stimulation to his prostate. He shook and growled, like a caged beast, the sensation sending him racing toward yet another orgasm.
“Say the word, Drako. Say ‘Red’ and I’ll stop.”
“No! That damn thing isn’t going to control me. You’re not. Nobody, nothing is. It can’t. I can’t . . .”
“Can’t what?”
Drako shook his head, and a droplet of sweat fell from his forehead. He jerked as a second orgasm raged through his body. Rin stood by his side, waiting for him to say the word she knew he had the strength to say but not the will. She didn’t shut off the toy. She didn’t give him a moment’s relief because she knew it would set him back. He didn’t fight the third orgasm much at all. When the fourth had him in its grip, he mumbled, “Red.”
With tears in her eyes, Rin removed the toy and unfastened the cuffs at Drako’s wrists and ankles.
He sank to the floor, and she sat next to him, pulled him to her. It wasn’t an erotic embrace. It was more the meeting of bodies and souls. Skin to skin, yes, but so much more. Heart to heart, spirit to spirit. “I had no idea,” he said softly, his voice breathy as he struggled to catch his breath. “No clue how to let go. I was afraid.” Looking up, into her eyes, he smiled. “You did it. You broke me. You took it all away.”
“And now I can give it all back, and it’ll mean something to you.” Rin didn’t know how long they sat on the floor and held each other. She was far too content to stay that way. The world could go on without them and she wouldn’t care.
“Yes, you’re right. It will.”
This was what she’d been waiting for, longing for. She lifted her head and realized she’d been crying. Her face was damp with hot, salty tears.
“I can trust you. No, I . . . need you.” Drako placed his hands on either side of her face and kissed each eyelid, each cheek, her forehead, the tip of her nose, and finally her mouth. As their lips brushed against each other’s, he whispered, “Thank you for helping me accept the truth.”
A little sob slipped between her lips. “Will you make love to me now?”
His response didn’t take the form of words, but a kiss. A soul-shattering kiss, at that. He caressed her neck, shoulders, upper arms before dragging his hands to her breasts. She responded with a full body shudder and a tiny whimper. She’d never wanted a man this badly before, never needed one this badly either. Did it matter anymore that today had started out as an exercise to manipulate Drako? No, not at all. Because somehow it had turned into something far more essential. She was sure her husband’s heart was finally hers.
He gently coaxed her onto her back and she drew her legs apart, allowing him to settle his hips between them. He entered her slowly, the ecstasy so delicious she arched her back and moaned into their joined mouths. He lowered his upper body onto hers, and she slid her hands around his sides to his back. His weight felt so good, so right, resting on top of her. This was heaven.
Their bodies worked in harmony, moving to the same rhythm, coming together and then shifting apart. Rin kissed every inch of Drako she could reach, touched every bit of skin she could too, knowing he was hers, all hers and only hers at last. Never would she share this man with anyone again.
And he did the same. Sprinkled kisses over her face, neck, shoulders. He kissed her fingertips, her eyelashes, her hair. He touched her with such gentleness while looking down upon her with wonder, reverence.
But even though his lovemaking wasn’t what she’d expected—it wasn’t the hard, feral possession she thought it would be—that didn’t make this moment any less perfect.
So he wasn’t fucking her with the harsh abandon he might once have Andi and his other submissives. So what? It might have been her wish once, to be what they were to him, the receptacle for all the pent-up energy he kept so carefully contained. She was more to him now than they had ever been, the sanctuary of his soul.
And he was her hero, and the man who had earned the title Master of My Heart.
They brought each other to the crest of passion. With kisses and touches and whispered promises. Their lives and hearts were forever bound, the threads of their souls woven into one.
When the first wave of tingling heat crashed over her, Rin dug her fingertips into Drako’s shoulders. She felt him come with her, his cock thickening at the same moment, his cum filling her as her pussy spasmed, pulling it deeper. She laughed and cried, clinging to Drako’s slick, hard body, wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling his cock deeper inside. He laughed too, trailed fingertips down the side of her face, kissed the corners of her mouth.
“Rin, you are my world,” he said, rolling onto his side and taking her with him. And she believed him. “You don’t know how fucking scared I was when I found out you’d been kidnapped, when I thought I’d lost you. I was a wreck. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t do a goddamn thing. My brothers . . . I don’t know what I would’ve done without them. But I’m so glad you’re back and safe. And I don’t want to let you out of my sight again, but I don’t want to cage you either.” As she settled her head in the crook of his arm, she smiled into his eyes. They were open now, the shield that had once been there completely obliterated. “Thank you for waiting, for being so fucking patient with me. I was such an idiot.”
“No, you were never an idiot. You were doing what you thought was best for both of us. Not only do I respect you for that, but I love you for it. You’re always thinking about what’s best for people.”
She waited, hoping he’d say the words she longed to hear. He didn’t. He kissed her. But in that kiss was all the unfettered emotion he couldn’t communicate in words.
He loved her.
She loved him.
Their story was almost complete. There was only one small hurdle to their happy ending. But how could she bring it up now, when they’d just shared such a magical, intimate moment? She didn’t want to ruin this or to destroy the trust she’d worked so hard to gain.
She was terrified that if he learned why she’d brought him there tonight, he’d think it was all an act.
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