The Dom's Dungeon (16 page)

“So who
got spanked?”

Mac could
feel Alex's body surrounding her and his hand on her breast. Yet it was as if
the real
MacKensie
had disappeared, and he held a
doll rather than a person. “Her daughter got spanked. Arlene loved her daughter.”

“Oh hell,”
Alex breathed. His words startled her, as did his kiss on her cheek. His
scratchy chin nuzzled her neck before he said, “You know, little cat, I could
tell you that the old bitch should be shot for abusing children in her care,
and that you're a bit confused when it comes to being punished because of her,
but my words wouldn't make much difference. Your thinking mind might take it
in, but the subconscious resists any change.”

Confused?
More like totally screwed up. Between her childhood and her whoring days, her
internal map of the world looked more like a jigsaw puzzle dropped on the
floor. This wasn't a big revelation. And the way her stomach clenched when his
hand stroked her breast just emphasized that.

“Did
anyone touch you sexually when you were little?” Alex asked. His other hand
slid through a gap in the blanket. She gave up holding the edges closed and
grabbed his hand. Warm fingers closed on her cold ones.

“
MacKensie
?”

“No.” Her
voice came out slightly breathless.
“No one.”

“Are you
going to tell me what happened twelve years ago?”

“No.” She
tried to pull away again, as useless an effort as a butterfly trying to escape
a hungry bird.

“All
right.”
He didn't sound angry, but she knew him now. He didn't give.
Persistence should be his middle name. But instead of talking more, he caressed
her breast. His fingers circled her nipple, and she could actually feel the
tiny muscles in the areola bunching in response to his knowledgeable touch. He
moved to the other breast, and as if the two were joined by a wire, they both
soon ached.

“Alex, I
want to go now. I'm tired.”

He pinched
her nipple hard enough to make her jerk, and yet the sizzle went straight to
her clit. Her pussy started to burn. “Don't lie to me, pet. I prefer a refusal
to a lie, but right now, I'll accept neither. I've had a long evening, and I
intend to play with my sub a little.”

Play with me?
A chill crawled up her spine,
putting out the heat as if ice water had been dumped on it.

“Yes, play
with you,” he said, startling her. She hadn't realized she'd spoken. “Don't
worry, pet. My cock will stay where it is unless you jump on it. But that's the
only concession you get tonight.” His fingers tightened on her nipple as if to
prove his point. Pressing and then releasing in a slow rhythm until her blood
and pussy pulsed in response.

He bit her
neck lightly, and she jumped. How did he make all the sensations flow into her
clit like water flowing into the ocean?
Filling it until it
throbbed.

As if he'd
heard her, his other hand released her fingers and stroked down her body, ever
so gently and yet inexorably. She set her hand over his, lacing her fingers
between his and trying to stop him, a useless attempt. When his fingers stroked
across her pussy, her fingers were still laced through his.

He
chuckled. “I hadn't thought you the type for masturbation in public, but I
enjoy watching a woman pleasure herself. You may continue if you want.”

She jerked
her hand away with a growl, knowing she'd totally lost that round. Heck, she
was losing everything, including her senses.

His hand
pressed against her pussy, his skin cool against the heat. Then he stroked the
wetness from his fingers onto her thigh. “You're wet,” he whispered. “I will
continue.”

How did he
do this to her? Men had touched her—many, many men—and rubbed her and—

“Stop
thinking,” he growled and bit her neck again, totally derailing her thoughts,
and then he slid a finger into her.

She
jumped,
then
gasped when his fingers pinched her
breast. Her clit felt as if it had been pumped up like a balloon, and a tremor
raced through her. Her control eroding like the sand on the beach, she
struggled against him. His forearms kept her in place even as his fingers moved
over her breast.
Her pussy.
He swept her moisture
through her folds and up over her clit.

And then
one finger rubbed her, stroking gently but firmly in a merciless rhythm. He
would stop to spread more wetness and then resume. She could actually feel her
climax approach this
time,
feel her legs quivering and
her insides winding up like a spring.

He
stopped.

Why?
She hadn't come.

He tossed
the sides of her blanket back, and the cool air swept over her. Apparently he'd
gotten bored, she decided, with relief—and disappointment as her clit pulsed
with each beat of her heart. “Well, we should go in,” she said. She leaned
forward, and he yanked her back against his chest so fast, her breath huffed
out.

“Stay
still, sub.”

At his
growled command, her body froze, although her heart rate increased.

And then
he used his fingers to do exactly the same thing all over again, bringing her
right to the top.
And stopping.

And
again.
The next time he stopped, she couldn't smother her moan. He was
deliberately torturing her. “Why?”

His hands
stroked over her, and everything he did seemed to make her need to come worse.
Her clit felt as if it contained all the blood in her body, stabbing with need.

“There's
only one way for you to get relief,” he murmured. “You're sitting on it.”

She
realized her bottom pressed against a very erect cock, and she tried to edge
away. “No,” she whispered. “I won't.”

“That's
all right, pet,” he said. “I enjoy touching you so much that I can keep this up
all night.” His fingers slid down to cup her pussy, grazing over her clit. Her
hips surged up, trying for more, and his hand moved away.

Fine.
Surely I can do this myself
. She
slid her hand down to her pussy.

A ruthless
grip closed around her wrist, pulled her hand away. “My toy, not yours,” Alex
growled.

A minute
later he resumed tormenting her, and her arousal surged higher this time, the
frustration increasing her need to painful levels.

When he
stopped again, she couldn't stand it anymore. She needed…needed so badly to
come. Could she actually have sex with him? Alex wasn't a john. Maybe she could
let him take her.
“All right.
Just do it.”

“No,
little sub.” He took his hands off her, and she whimpered. “
You
will do it.” He waited.

Her body
felt stiff as she turned to face him and knelt between his legs. The swollen
folds between her legs throbbed, and the wetness there chilled in the breeze.
With shaking fingers, she undid his belt, then his slacks. No underwear.
Released, his cock bobbed out, a heavy, thick weapon that men used—

“
MacKensie
.”
His hand tilted her head up to
meet his gaze. Moonlight fell across his stern jaw. His eyes were dark with
shadows but level, not crazy with lust. “Go at your own pace, not mine.”

She bit
her lip, and his thumb rubbed her chin. He didn't grab her hips and try to
shove himself into… His fingers brushed over her clit, and she gasped, fire bursting
within her again. She looked at his cock again. “If I put it in, and you get
off, then you'll let me finish?”

His eyes
narrowed as he studied her face. He sighed and touched a finger to her chin.
“Yes, sweetheart.
If you put it in, then it will be my
pleasure to give you a mind-blowing orgasm.”

She
shuddered as her pussy clenched.
“All right.”
She
could do this. She'd done it so many times before, even if unwilling. But Alex
wasn't a john, hadn't given her money,
didn't
want
anything. She moved up to straddle him and eased down until his cock pressed
against her opening.

Pushing, ramming,
hurting
. Her
chest tightened until she couldn't breathe. Her ears rang, and she tried to
jump off.
“Red!
Red, red, red—”

Powerful
hands closed on her arms. “
MacKensie
, look at me.”

She
blinked,
then
focused on him.

He smiled
slightly, and he released her, settling his hands back behind his head. Where
they had been when she lost it. His voice held the same gentleness she used
with frightened pets. “I'm not touching you, sweetheart. I want you, but at
your speed. You can quit anytime.”

“Uh.”
The
only one touching anybody was her, and she was definitely touching him—her
fingernails were embedded in his shoulders. She pulled her hands away. “Sorry.”

“Hang on
to me all you want.”

She
sighed, all too aware of how her pussy hovered above his cock.
Honestly,
MacKensie
,
you gave yourself a panic attack
. He hadn't done a thing. She shook herself
mentally.
Frak
me, but I'll be damned if I live in fear.

She
gritted her teeth, and—before she could chicken out—she grabbed his cock and
slammed herself down on it.
“
Aaah
!”
It felt like she'd jammed a boot inside her. Her hands clamped onto his
shoulders as she shuddered at the shock.

He
chuckled, the bastard, and slid his hands up and down her arms. “Never do
things in a half-assed fashion, do you, little sub?”

Her breath
slid out and back in as the painful fullness eased.
Some.
He had a damned big cock. “Now what?” she asked as if she'd never ridden a
man's cock before. Her legs quivered when she tried to lift.

“What do
you want to do?” he asked as if they were having a conversation, not in the
middle of having sex. He didn't yank at her or try to move her. He just lay
there, waiting for her.
As he'd promised.

“Um.”

As she
dithered, his hands left her arms to stroke up and down her bare thighs, going
a little higher each time, until his thumbs almost grazed her center. Her
vagina clenched, and oh, it felt…
awesome
.
Having him inside her made every sensation more intense, like using fluorescent
markers instead of crayons. She flattened her hands on his chest for balance
and lifted up just a fraction.
Frak
, but the feeling
of him sliding inside her was almost as wonderful as when he touched her clit.

She
glanced up at him, knowing she must look a sweaty, awful sight, but he was
smiling at her in an odd way. Like…like when a child had burst into the office
to show off her starred report card and her mother had smiled in just that way.
Tender.
Proud.

Her breath
hitched, and for some strange reason, her eyes burned.

He never
moved.
Just waited.

She
blinked, breathed,
gathered
her scattered thoughts.
Sex.
We're having sex
here,
MacKensie
. Get with the program
. Holding
her breath, she daringly rose up farther,
then
eased
back. How could a vagina that had never felt anything before suddenly be so
excruciatingly sensitive? Up, down. Her clit throbbed, and everything around
his cock started to throb too. Up, down.
Faster.

Their
joining made squishy sounds, sounds she'd always thought were gross, flesh on
flesh. Now even the sounds were exciting. Alex was inside her.

She
increased the pace, and her need increased. But nothing quite worked. Her
climax seemed just out of reach. She whimpered in frustration. “I don't know
how…”

“Let me
help, sweetheart.” And rather than pounding into her like she had expected, he
moved just his hand. His fingers slid to the juncture of their bodies, and the
next time she came down, he stroked her pussy. Her whole body went rigid. She
groaned and went up and down again, and his finger slid across her clit,
pressing against it. The sensations from inside her expanded, joined with those
from her clit, and suddenly she screamed as everything,
everything
inside her burst,
spasming
through her in heart-stopping pleasure so brilliant, the moon faded.

She barely
moved, and another wave crashed through her. And another. Her heart had somehow
lodged high in her chest, pounding so intensely, it hurt.

Finally
she dropped down onto him, a quivering mess, still jerking with the
aftershocks. “I… God…” she managed to whisper, feeling as if the world had
edged sideways, as if reality itself had changed.

When his
arms came around her, she almost cried at the sense of being anchored. He
stroked her hair and murmured, “That had to be one of the bravest things I've
ever seen, little vet. I'm proud of you.”