Taming the Fire (5 page)

To make matters worse, Trance had compounded an already bad situation. Sure, he'd saved her from Robert, but he'd brought with him his own brand of danger. The underlying tone of command in his voice, even when he was saying “Yes, Mistress,” rang through her body and split it in half. The beast bristled with irritation, but the woman responded with appreciation.

The woman had responded last night by obeying his order not to argue with him.

The beast wanted to punish him for that.

Slowly, Rik walked around Trance as he kneeled before her, now naked except for the slave collar, head bowed, hands bound behind his muscular back by a collar-wrist restraint. She trailed the whip over his skin and prickled with satisfaction when he shivered.

He was beautiful… all sinew and tan skin, long limbs, rolling shoulders. Everything about him oozed
alpha
. The beast in her wanted to challenge it, crush it. The woman in her wanted to roll over and let him take her as a dominant, powerful lover.

That would never happen, though, so instead she'd make him her slave.

“Follow me.” She smiled at the sound of him scooting across the floor on his knees.

Her stilettos cracked on the cement, harsh reminders that she was in charge. She'd worn her one outfit that screamed
dominatrix
, and she'd even pulled her long hair back into a severe pony-tail.

There would be no doubt as to who was in control tonight.

When she reached the bondage altar, a large cushioned table with iron rings welded to all sides, she sat on the edge and waited. Even on his knees, he moved with unimaginable grace, until she stopped him with one high-heeled foot on his shoulder. When he raised his gaze, she pressed the heel into his skin.

“I didn't give you permission to look up, boy.”

He looked down again, but she didn't let up with her foot. She pushed harder, forcing his spine straight, and then she kicked off her other shoe.

“Look at me.” He did, the defiance flashing in his eyes making this even more fun. “I want you to kiss my foot. Lick it. Suck it. Do it well, and I'll reward you.”

Holding her gaze, he leaned forward, bracing himself against her shoe, which must have been painful, but he didn't even flinch. Instead, he opened his mouth over the sole of her offered foot. His tongue flicked over the sensitive skin there in her arch, circling, licking, mimicking something much more intimate.

Sensation flooded her, and she threw her head back, let him suck her toes, nibble her arch, lick her heel… God, he was good. Moisture flooded her sex, and damn, she could come from this.

It was
that
good.

“Suck my toe now,” she murmured. “Suck it the way you like your cock sucked.”

His lips closed around her toe, and he began a slow, sensuous slide in and out of the hot, silky depths of his mouth. As his tongue laved the sensitive tip, she could imagine her tongue swirling around the head of his cock as he fucked her mouth. He must have been picturing the same thing, because a low moan accompanied a gentle scrape of his teeth, the sound vibrating all the way up her leg to her core.

“Harder.” He obeyed her instantly, adding suction and speed. She bit her lip and spread her legs as wide as her tight skirt would allow. “Good boy. Look what you've done. Look how wet you've made me.”

Trance's hot gaze dropped, and she swore she felt the heat of it on her exposed, throbbing flesh. His nostrils flared in a primal response to her arousal. She recognized the flash of animal instinct, the moment when human conventions fled and all that remained was the most basic urge to rut, to unleash the lust.

Oh, she wanted the same thing, wanted to start with his tongue easing her ache, but not yet. She had a big night planned for him.

“Enough.” She stood, slipped on her shoe, and pushed the call button on the wall. “You've earned a very nice reward.”

She came around behind him, let the tips of her fingers smooth over his broad shoulders. His tight bindings made the muscles of his back bunch up and his arm muscles strain beneath his silky, tight skin. So powerful. Beautiful. She wanted to climb on him and ride him until he was completely slick with her desire.

Tugging her skirt up, she crouched behind him, allowing her inner thighs to rub against his buttocks. She reached around and wrapped her palm around his shaft. He tensed with a hiss, and she knew he was on the verge.

“You will not come without my permission, of course.”

He thrust into her hand, but gritted out, “Yes, Mistress.” She heard him swallow. “Mistress?”

She nipped his earlobe as punishment for speaking out of turn. “Yes, slave?”

“Will you let your hair down?”

Her body reacted with a warm stirring, something it had no business doing. “Would it please you?”

“Oh, yeah.”

She nipped him again. “I seem to remember telling you that I'm in this for me. And right now, your cock pleases me,” she murmured. “It will feel so good inside me. Filling me with heat.” His head lolled back, and he rocked gently to her rhythm. “That's good, my boy. Get yourself nice and worked up.”

She smiled and dropped her hand to his balls, which had drawn up tight and firm, a perfect fit for the cup of her palm.

“Mistress Rik.” Syndee's sultry Welsh accent floated into the room. Rik stood as the other woman entered, her body encased in a crotchless red leather bodysuit unzipped at the chest to reveal her large breasts, which sported nipple clamps. She sized up Trance immediately, appreciation gleaming in her eyes. “Need some help with this one?”

“A reward.” Ulrika seized the strap attached to his restraints and tugged. “You will stand.”

He came to his feet, and Syn practically drooled. So did Ulrika. His erection was enormous, fully engorged and dusky rose, the plum head so ripe she wanted to taste it. Again. Which was weird, because she never sucked men off. Doing so irritated the beast.

Syn came up behind Ulrika and pressed her breasts to her back. Rik fought the urge to break away as Syn's hands came around front to remove Rik's leather bra and cup her breasts. She never allowed men to touch her, and while she tolerated female attention, she didn't necessarily enjoy it. When a female touched her, it was all about the job, not pleasure.

Surprise and a hunger flickered in Trance's eyes for a split second before they shuttered. Even when Syn hiked up Ulrika's skirt over her waist and dropped one hand down between Ulrika's legs, Trance's expression remained unreadable.

His cock, however, betrayed him. A pearly drop beaded at the tip, and though she'd thought he couldn't get harder, he had. His erection strained upward, curving hard into his belly. And his breathing grew harsh and shallow the longer Syn played.

Rik lifted one foot onto a bench to open herself up and enhance the view. Syn took advantage, adding another finger to the sensual massage. Two fingers slid through Rik's swollen folds, back and forth before plunging inside her weeping core. Squeezing her eyes shut, Rik imagined Syn's fingers were Trance's.

She moaned, thrust her hips into Syn's touch. Her senses flared as her pleasure climbed. Trance's panting breaths mingled with her own, and a heartbeat later, Syn's labored breathing joined in as she rolled her pelvis into Rik's ass.

It could be Trance's pelvis doing that.

Heart racing, clit throbbing, she pulled away from Syn and bent over the spanking bench. Padded leather cushioned her stomach and hips, but smooth, hard wood gave her purchase for her feet and hands. Her thighs quivered in anticipation, and she had to take a deep calming breath before she could speak without sounding overly eager.

“Boy, you're going to fuck me now. But you will stop when I tell you to. Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Syn led him to her. God, Rik was so ready her arousal was dripping down her leg. With his hands bound, he couldn't enter her, which was one of the reasons she'd called Syn. The other woman rolled a condom over his cock before taking it in her hand to guide him to Rik's entrance. A soft noise came from him, so soft she probably only heard because of her superior hearing. But it excited her.

“You can thrust now,” she said. “Slowly.”

He pushed his hips into her, and she moaned at the exquisite stretch of his cock sliding home. He was so large that her tissues burned at the invasion, but the pain enhanced the pleasure, threatened to dissolve her into a mass of liquid orgasms.

Inch by agonizing inch he filled her. Sweet, spiking friction engulfed her as he withdrew and plunged deep again. She clawed at the wooden hand grips, gritting her teeth to keep from coming. She wanted to, but not yet. The longer she dragged it out, the more sated the beast would be.

“Cease,” she demanded.

Trance's thighs went taut against the back of her legs as he froze.

“Back up.”

The heartbeat's span of hesitation was her only warning before he began to grind against her, scraping his cock over sensitive tissue inside that screamed with her impending orgasm.

“Stop!” Her snarl echoed through the room as she struggled to escape, but she was pinned between the bench and Trance, who began to jackhammer into her with ruthless, short strokes.

Oh, God, her body tightened to the point of pain, her pussy clamping around Trance's shaft as he fucked her like he had something to prove, and by the time Syn got him off her, it was too late.

Her orgasm blasted through her, even though he was no longer inside her. It overwhelmed her nerve endings, fired a series of little implosions all over her body. She pumped herself against the spank bench, her hips moving on their own, her moans vibrating the padding.

When it was over, fury lit her like a match.

“You fool!” She spun. The look on his face, the arrogance and satisfaction, nearly sent her into a beast-rage. “Idiot!”

Syn watched as Ulrika grabbed the leather strap connected to his bound wrists and dragged him to the standing stocks. With a flick of the wrist, she freed his hands, forced them and his head into the stocks, and locked it down.

A cocky smile turned up his lush lips. She locked his ankles into the base as well.

“Syn, hand me a leather gag.”

Trance's smile faltered, but his eyes still gleamed with amusement as she gagged him. “Now the ball spreader.” As she fastened the device to his balls, his amusement faded. And she wasn't even close to being done. She stripped off the condom.

“Now a paddle.”

A low sound came from deep in his chest. Good. He was finally getting it. Oh, and he was going to get it good. She sent a gentle whack across his buttocks.

“Did you enjoy that?” she asked, but he didn't make a sound. “Because I did. You have been very, very naughty.” She paddled him again, the smart smack of the rubber on skin ringing in her ears. Inside, the beast urged her to hit him harder, but she resisted.

“I could make you come now. While I'm spanking you.”

The slightest tensing of his muscles told her how much he'd hate that. “Yes, I think I might. I think I might prove to you that you could enjoy being punished.” She palmed his ass, right where her strikes had heated his skin. “It would bother you, wouldn't it? Knowing that you got off on submitting to someone else's strength.”

She trailed a finger down the crack of his ass, felt him clench. “Touchy, are we?” Featherlight strokes over his puckered opening made him clench harder and his shoulders heave. She leaned over him, brushed her lips across the small of his back.

Fresh desire built in her core again at the contact. She couldn't remember the last time—if ever—that she'd been so ready again so soon.

“You know, I've made straight men come while being fucked by another man. Perhaps I should treat you to the same experience. Syn? Is Jacob with a client? Trance, you'd be in for a treat. He has a big dick, and a big hand made for reach-arounds.”

A low, controlled growl rattled Trance's hypertense body. “Is that a no? Because make no mistake, this is my show, and if I want Jacob to fuck you, he will.” Trance remained statue-still, but she got the feeling that she'd brought him to the absolute brink of tolerance. She wanted to push him to his limits, not break him, so she sighed in mock resignation. “Back to the spanking, but only because it will bring me more pleasure than watching someone else fuck you.”

A knot of lust throbbed in her gut as she gave him several whacks, again and again, until his fine ass turned a lovely shade of pink. “More?” She reached beneath him, barely contained a gasp of approval at how hard he was. He might think he didn't enjoy being bound and at her mercy, but his cock said otherwise.

Slowly, she stroked him, teaching him to associate pleasure with the burn of the spankings. Still, when she dared a peek at his face, this time a gasp escaped her.

Fury and lust burned in his eyes, and she knew that if she let him go right now, he'd be inside her in half a second, and she'd know the meaning of rough and raw. Part of her wanted to release him, wanted to know what being taken—out of pleasure rather than violence—felt like. She was so tired of always being the one in charge. She was tired of these games. But what she wanted didn't matter. She couldn't know how the beast would react to being dominated like that. She couldn't risk changing in the middle of angry, rough sex. The beast would rip everyone in the club to pieces.