Make Me: An Erotic BDSM Romance (8 page)

“No.” I twist my head, so I can stare him right in the eyes. “And you can’t fucking make me.”

“Tell me your safewords.” He pulls the belt through his hand, caressing the leather.

“Yellow to slow, red to stop. Like you could make me use them.” I’m panting with lust, each breath pressing my boobs into the sheets, making them brush against my nipples. Every little bit of me is tense, waiting for his touch or the touch of his belt.

“As I like to say, this is gonna hurt you...”

I cut him off. “...more than it hurts me. Blah fucking blah. You need new lines, babe.”

A whistle as the belt cuts through the air is the only response, followed by a loud smack and bright stripe of pain across my ass. My breath goes out of me with a whoosh, making my cry come out as a dry wheeze.

I draw a deep breath. “That all you got, big guy?”

Another stripe follows, and this time I voice my cry. Fuck, that stings, right across the back of my right thigh. Then another, and another, quick smacks against my ass cheeks.

“All you have to say is that you’re mine, and the hurt will stop.”

“You can kiss my shiny red ass, Gabe.”

“You bet it’s shiny and red. You’ll be sitting pretty in the morning.” His voice is tight, controlled, but only barely. There’s an animal under there, just aching to get out. My animal. “You’re lucky you already got a solid round tonight, or I’d go a lot harder on you.”

The leather kisses my skin again, hard. Forcefully, painting my skin red, one swelling track after another. If that’s going easy, I fear what hard means. It burns, deep beneath the skin, tingles racing up and down my spine, my legs, out to my fingertips. My nerve endings flare up every time the leather strap impacts.

He stops, and it’s almost worse. Without each new strike to focus on, I’m forced to feel everything he’s already done. It’s like I can almost pick out every individual stripe on my skin. My gut’s clenching, and I’m catching my breath from all the screaming. Love hurts.

Love?

Jesus, it’s only been a few days, but that can’t be it, can it? Infatuation? Puppy love? Appreciation of a good time? They don’t sound sufficient.

When did I pinch my eyes shut? I open and watch him. He’s not looking at my face, but eyeing his handiwork. His expression is captivated, like he’s examining a masterpiece. The corners of his mouth are turned up, a private smile as he takes me in.

He reaches out, and even though I watch him do it, I still jump when his rough fingers make contact with the sensitive skin of my ass. He bends forward, and touches his lips right next to his fingers.

“Told ya.” I can only whisper, still catching my breath.

He ignores me and kneels, touching his lips right onto my folds. Oh God. The sweet touch of his kiss contrasts starkly with my aches and burns. He kisses again, letting his tongue flick out to touch my clit. It’s like a spark flashes and arcs across my skin.

“Imagine, Pet. It could be so good, so sweet. You could be moaning in ecstasy, not crying in pain. Just tell me who you belong to.” He stands and readies, already knowing what my answer will be.

I wiggle my upturned ass at him. “I belong to me. Whatcha gonna do about it?”

He strikes with a loud thwack, the sound echoing in my bedroom. “This.”

Sharp pain drives through me, making my whole body thrum. He lays into me, blow after blow, until I can hardly tell one hit from another. The pain roars in my ears, blocking out everything else.

The tears finally come, sliding down my cheeks while I sob, my breath catching in my throat. There’s a purity to it, a cleansing, an obliteration of the self in the pain. A release, and suddenly it all wells out. It’s that perfect moment, when it’s been exactly enough, exactly right, delivered by exactly the right man.

“I’m yours.” I barely get it out between gasps. “I’m yours, Gabriel.”

The belt clatters to the floor. I hadn’t even noticed him bring them in, but he grabs a little wrapper off my dresser and tears it open, then slides on the condom quickly, eagerly. Yes. Finally.

Getting behind me on his knees, he nudges the tip right up against me. “You haven’t forgotten your safewords, right?”

“No safewords. I’m yours. Prove it.”

He slides in with a sigh, a satisfied groan, sinking deep in one long thrust. God, he feels good. He fills me completely, and maybe just a little more. Just enough to stretch. Just enough to ache.

Wrapping his large hands around my waist, he fucks me like he beats me, hard and mercilessly. His hips pound into my bruised ass, shaking me, driving little nails of pain through me that meld with the delicious sensations radiating from my pussy.

I want to push back, but I can’t. The scarves are too tightly tied, and I groan in frustration. “Please.”

He laughs and fucks harder, driving me into the sheets with each thrust. The old bed creaks and groans under us; the headboard thumps rhythmically against the wall. If my neighbors weren’t aware before, they are now.

“Please. Let me hold you.”

It’s like he can’t untie me fast enough, tugging both scarves at once, and suddenly my hands are free. I moan with the loss when he withdraws, but he picks me up and throws me down on my back before climbing in between my legs. His cock waves proudly in front until he gets on his elbows over me and slides back in, making me moan.

I need him close. Wrapping my arms around his strong neck, I pull him to me. His stubble’s rough against my skin, but I part my lips for him as he puts all his strength and passion into a kiss that makes my toes curl and my breath stop. I clutch him tightly, loving the rub of his hard chest against my tight nipples.

Coming up for air, he nuzzles his way down until he’s nibbling on my neck. His whisper’s hoarse in my ear. “I knew you’d give in.” He punctuates with a hard thrust that drives my ass into the bed.

“Shut up and fuck me.” I pause for effect. “Sir.”

He does, claiming me in the only way that counts, until I tense up and come around him, my muscles clenching and my back arching under him. I run my hands through his sweat-slick hair, pulling hard as I cry out.

Not far behind, he tenses, swells and pushes deep, his groan a rumble in his chest as he fills me. His whole body shivers against mine, like a stallion after a hard gallop. I smile. My stallion. Running my hands down his broad back, I grab his hard ass, loving how it flexes.

He collapses over me, his heavy breathing loud in my ear and his softening cock still buried deep. I don’t want him to ever pull out, but man, he’s getting heavy. I try to roll him over, but it’s like trying to move a mountain, even if it’s a gorgeous mountain with beautiful hazel eyes.

“C’mon, I can’t breathe, you big oaf.”

“Already building credit for your next punishment? We don’t tolerate disrespect around these here parts.” He rolls to his side, though, leaning on an elbow to look down at me.

“Listen...” I pause, not sure where to go with this. “Thanks for coming after me. I feel like an idiot.”

“Hey, I’d be an idiot not to. Viv can be pretty convincing when she wants to be. I’m just sorry she got to you.” He runs a tender finger along my jawbone.

“I still don’t get why. She’s so beautiful, sexy. Hell, if I was a guy, I’d be wanting to bone her too.”

He laughs. “Yeah? Maybe we can work something out.” His teasing voice makes it obvious he’s not serious.

I smack him on the arm. “Dork.”

“What?”

“Sorry. Dork. Sir.” I stick my tongue out.

“Alright, serious time. I’ve never had anyone grab me like you do. Not only are you beautiful...”

I try to interrupt, but he shushes me with a finger on my lips.

“Not only are you beautiful, with those sexy curves...” He runs his hand from my thigh, up over my waist until he’s cupping a breast in his big hand. I draw a sharp breath when he pinches the nipple playfully.

“You’re also the most fun play partner I’ve had in, well in forever. I love your sassy attitude, I love how independent you are and I love that you trust me enough to call me to come protect you in the middle of the night. I might just be falling a little bit in love with you.”

“Just a little bit?” I eye him with a raised eyebrow.

“It’s only been a few days, but I have a hard time imagining how I could spend any more of them without you. It would at least not be nearly as fun. What do you think?”

“Hey, you already made me yours. I cried uncle, remember?”

He rolls back over me, covering me with his huge body. “That you did. Maybe I should do a little extra claiming, though. You know, just in case.”

“Jesus, how are you hard again already? You’re a fucking machine.”

“That’s a fucking machine, Sir, to you.”

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A
s he slides into me again, I know that it may not be forever, but right now, it feels pretty damn good. I’m a little afraid to say the L-word, but damnit, I already have the urge to. Our eyes lock, and it all feels so right. He fits in me like a key in a lock, and all I want is for him to hold me, to take me, to be mine as much as I want to be his.

“Gabriel?”

“Mhm?” His gentle rocking feels nice, sweet even.

“Tomorrow, can we sleep at your place? My bed creaks too much.”

“Will you make French toast?”

“Totally.”

“Then definitely. If that’s not true love, I don’t know what is.”

I laugh, and let him claim me again.

G
uess I lost this one. Three months now, and I’ve yet to see either one of them without the other within spanking distance. I‘m happy for Gabriel, but it’s bittersweet. I don’t know why I thought it would be different this time around, not after leaving the way I did. Hindsight’s a bitch, only there to help once you’ve already fallen on your face.

Some of us have to learn the hard way.

I should stop coming to the club. Watching them work together when I’m all alone is like rubbing salt in an open wound. God, she can take it, though. I’ll give her that. She’s screaming her lungs out, and still refusing to use her safeword. It’s a good thing he knows what he’s doing.

He’s never seemed so happy. So alive. Even at our best he never had that light in his eyes. It stings, but I’m getting used to it.

Fine. I know when I’ve been beat. Time for a... well a glass of something strong. At least I still have an open tab the bar. It’s the small victories, right?

I find an empty stool and slide onto it.

Busy tonight, but Mike spots me right away. “Hey Viv, the usual?” He’s already getting a bottle of sparkling water from the cooler.

“Hey Mike. Nah, something with more bite.”

“Rough day, huh?” He pulls some scotch off the shelf.

“More like couple of months. Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

If it’d been quieter, I’m sure he’d stay to talk, but he’s got more customers to help. I’m left nursing my drink and being miserable.

A large man slides onto the stool next to me. Caleb. The biggest dom in the club, and none of it fat. No wonder he usually chooses bouncer duty. Just a glance is enough for him to chase off all the wannabe alphas that end up causing trouble.

He doesn’t say a word, just sits there next to me, nursing a glass of water. Damn him. He knows I can only keep quiet for so long. “It’s not fair.”

“No?”

I sigh. “Fine, whatever. Life’s not fair. I got my just desserts. Happy?”

“Me? I’m alright.” He smirks, reminding me of how infuriating he can be when he wants to. “There are other fish out there, Viv. Gotta let go of Gabe.”

Thanks, Captain Obvious. Saddest pep talk ever. “Yes. Thanks, Caleb. I had no idea I’d lost, but I’m glad you’re here to set me straight.”

He gives me a look. Stern. A gaze that makes you think about what you’ve done, scolding without saying a thing. It makes me tingle in a way I haven’t felt in a long time, maybe not since Gabe. Where did that come from?

I break down almost immediately. It feels good to have someone turn that dominance my way, even if it wasn’t who I expected. “Okay, fine, I’m sorry. Just frustrated.”

He nods. “Yeah, I hear ya.” Taking a swig off his glass, he seems about to say something else, but stops.

“Thanks, Caleb. For taking a little time to sit with me. I’m not exactly a ray of sunshine these days.”

He slides off his stool. “Gotta get back to work, but listen. Don’t sell yourself short. The right guy could be closer than you think, but you’ll never see him if you don’t let Gabe go.” He locks his stormy gray eyes to mine for a moment, as if making sure I heard him, then turns and walks off.

I raise my glass and knock it back in a silent toast, feeling the burn all the way down. “Here’s to you, Gabe, and what we could’ve been. I’m moving on.” I whisper it, and try to swallow the lump in my throat. There’s a relief there, a sort of closure.

Caleb’s still in sight, his broad back to me. The crowd flows past him like water around a stone. I follow him with my eyes, admiring his shape, until he’s gone.

Right. Other guys.