Provoking the Dom (4 page)

"What are you going to do?" I asked.

"What do you think?"

I gulped. "I don't really know."

"Do you think you've behaved like a good sub?"

His fingers had dipped between my legs now and they were stroking my lips gently. I pressed my forehead against the bed and groaned softly. I wanted more of that.

"You've been a bad sub," said Morgan, "And now I have to punish you."

His fingers went to my clit and began to twirl incessantly, rubbing and playing till I groaned out loud. "Oh, yes."

His other hand moved down between my thighs as well and stroked my
lips
. "What do you want, Girl?"

"I want you to fuck me." The words were out before I could stop myself and I thought I felt Morgan's pleasure. I quickly amended what I'd said, "I want you to finger-fuck me."

The fingers on my clit continued to play with me, but the other hand moved up to my ass. It was large and strong and massaged my cheeks. I felt happy and aroused and relaxed, and suddenly Morgan lifted his hand and brought it down hard.

The slap caught me off guard and rang out through the silent room. I screamed out in surprise.

The fingers between my legs moved up and down and speeded up and Morgan brought his hand down on my ass a few times in quick succession. I felt aroused and humiliated. Although I'd walked in knowing I'd be spanked at some point, lying spread-eagled on the bed while Morgan brought down his hand on my ass was a strange sensation and not one I'd been prepared for.

My body was reacting as if it really liked this, but my mind screamed "No!" and wondered how I could find this pleasurable. I wriggled and moaned and Morgan kept spanking me, not giving me a chance to think clearly.
His s
wat
s hit me across my
ass
cheeks
,
and he never struck the same area twice so I couldn't predict where he'd spank me next.

I felt like I'd lost track of time. Morgan slowed down at some point and began to massage my cheeks
and I relaxed, but as soon as I thought it was over he brought his hand down on my ass again. This time he began alternating
swats
with
caresses and I never knew what was coming next, or even what I wanted to come next.

I felt myself grow wetter and wetter and I finally lost control and began moaning out loud.

The fingers on my clit pressed down and teased me, and I felt Morgan move his other hand to press down on my entrance. I rocked my hips, tied in place and unable to move much. I was already spread apart and I moaned, "Please, put it in."

Morgan obliged and he slipped two fingers in easily. I groaned out in happiness and clenched my walls around the fingers, before he drew them out and began to thrust them into me, moving in and out rhythmically. I felt helpless as his fingers brought me closer and closer to climax, my ass cheeks sore from the spanking, until I felt the world around me go red and with an animalistic groan I felt the pressure flow out of me and the waves of orgasm took over.

When it was over I felt sore and limp. Morgan undid the handcuffs and I moved my hands gingerly and allowed him to turn me over. He lay down, and I felt his erection press against my thigh. The knowledge of his arousal was turning me on again, and he brought his lips down around my nipple, licking me and then taking my breast into his mouth. He slowly moved his mouth away, clenching tight with his lips on the nipple before releasing it.

I groaned, feeling exhausted and not wanting to do this, but my body had other plans and I was growing wet again. I let Morgan spread my legs apart and he pressed his face against my mound.

I felt his lips on my clit and I sighed out loudly. His lips moved down and began to lap me up hungrily. His tongue speared my clit again and again and then he moved down to my spread lips once more.

I began to writhe and moan uncontrollably. I could feel the pressure building up and it wasn't long before the orgasm took over me again. I felt waves of pleasure flood out of me and finally I was spent.

I allowed Morgan to hold me close as I lay limp in his arms and at some point I realized that his erection was pressing against my thigh. I wondered hazily if I should offer to take care of it, when Morgan kissed my cheek and wished me "good night and sweet dreams" before leaving me alone.

I lay curled up in a ball and managed to pull the covers over myself. I couldn't bother to get dressed. I desperately wanted Morgan to hold me, but a part of me was also happy to be alone.

As the calmness came over me and I managed to gather my wits, I felt glad Morgan had left me alone. To be honest, I'd actually had a great time. And if Morgan had asked me how I'd felt a few minutes ago, I might have admitted that I'd really enjoyed it. But now I'd had time to think things through, and I knew that if asked, I'd say I hated it.

We'd be continuing tomorrow morning, Morgan had told me before he left. He'd taken the day off so he could teach me about BDSM and submissiveness, and I had no doubt he'd try all kinds of tricks to make me say I was enjoying myself. I smiled cunningly – I was on to him now, and I knew I had to hold back.

As I drifted off to sleep, I wondered what tomorrow would hold…

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Keira's Punishment: The Billionaire's Submissive

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Keira's Past: The Billionaire's Submissive 3

The Billionaire's Contract: Proposals

The Billionaire's Contract 2: Considerations

The Billionaire's Contract 3: Aftermath

Bride By Design: Flights of Fancy (Taken By The Billionaire)

Bride By Design 2: Manchala On The Mind (Taken By The Billionaire)

Bride By Design 3: Manchala Nights (Taken By The Billionaire)

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Extract From "
Keira's Punishment: The Billionaire's Submissive
"

Description:

Keira Jones is in trouble. She's accidentally approved a press release painting her boss, Connor Hastings, as an elitist snob and she knows she'll get fired. Unless she agrees to beg for forgiveness and accept her punishment - a choice that seems simple enough.

At Connor's hands, Keira discovers humiliation and pleasure. Soon, she finds herself tempted by Connor's dark ways and the glamour and excitement he offers…

Extract:

His face was inches from mine and he said softly, "That day, all I really wanted to do was take you over my lap and give you a good, hard spanking."

He leaned back and suddenly the words came rushing into my head. Images popped up unbidden - myself, lying across his lap, my ass bare, his hand lifted, coming down…

My breath quickened, but I pushed those thoughts away and looked up to meet his eyes. I didn't know what to say. Though I was wearing a demure business skirt and white button-up blouse, I suddenly felt naked, as though Connor knew exactly what I looked like undressed.

Connor's eyes were speculative, and he stood up suddenly and moved to the window. He looked out and asked, "How badly do you want to keep this job?"

I gulped. "Very badly, sir."

"Mike says I should fire you. Legally, that's my best choice"

I started to speak but he held up his hand to silence me.

"I like you," he said softly, and I breathed in deeply with pleasure and hope. "I don't want to fire you." He turned to look at me again and the light reflected off his dark mahogany hair, his formal white shirt hinting at hard muscles underneath. "I like you very much." His voice sounded speculative, and again, I felt as though my clothes were transparent. There was something so powerful in his gaze, I felt as though he could see everything.

"If you're ready to do anything to keep your job, I'll ignore my lawyer's advice and not fire you."

I felt thankfulness flood through my veins, and my eyes widened with relief.

"I'll do anything," I said confidently.

"Well then," he smiled, "Come here and beg for forgiveness."

I looked at him, surprised.

He pointed to a spot on the floor, just before his feet. "Get on your knees," he commanded.

I noticed now the bulge in the front of his pants, and he ran one hand over it, emphasizing it, making it obvious what I was about to do.

I had a few seconds to make my decision. It was an easy choice to make - I went over and kneeled before him.

"Unbutton your blouse."

His voice was harsh and commanding, and I felt the humiliation bubble up inside me. With trembling fingers, I undid the buttons slowly, staring at the floor, not daring to meet his eyes.

When they were all unbuttoned, I let the shirt hang loose, hoping I could keep it on. Connor reached down and pushed the panels apart, exposing my bra-clad breasts. I felt embarrassed, and hoped this was it, that I wouldn't have to take anything off.

But Connor gazed at me for a few seconds, and then reached down again. He pushed the cups of my bra down, and my breasts spilled out over them. The fabric pushed them up from below, making them stand up, my nipples hard and pointing out. He cupped my breasts from the side, and said, "You're already aroused. Good. I like that."