The Dom's Dungeon (17 page)

It came
again, that fuzzy feeling inside just from his words and his deep voice. She
rubbed her cheek against him. He was proud of her.

So was
she, come to think of it.
I had sex. Real
sex with a man.

A few
minutes later, a cramp in her legs caught her by surprise. She started to
move…and froze. He was still inside her and still completely erect.
What have I done?
She sat up quickly and
moaned at the amazing sensation as her weight drove him deeper inside her. “Oh
frak
, I'm sorry. Sorry. You didn't get off, and I did. I'm
sorry.”

A long
sigh.
“
MacKensie
, much as men don't like to share this fact, we
rarely die from not getting off.”

“But…”

He looked
up at her, a little exasperated, a little amused. Not a trace of anger,
although she could feel the way his cock pulsed inside her.

“Don't you
want to?” she whispered. He didn't want her? The sense of rejection grayed some
of her elation.

Those hard
hands closed on her arms again. “Little sub, I would be more than delighted to
roll you over and take you, here and now. But not if you aren't ready.”

She
frowned. He'd been inside her for…for a long time. Her johns had usually
erupted within minutes, if not seconds. “Couldn't you…? Why didn't you…come
before? Before I did?”

He
chuckled. “That would defeat the purpose, now wouldn't it? And I didn't want
anything to divert you. Little cat, don't worry a—”

“Then take
me,” she said recklessly. So many others had. How could she deny this one
person who actually cared about her? Who'd given her a real, actual orgasm. Her
insides still quivered. “However you want.”

He cupped
her cheek. “Sugar, I… You do realize that I would have to move to get off?”

Do I realize?
If he only knew. The laugh
that rose into her chest felt almost hysterical, and she smothered it.
Grunting and sloppy, heaving and pushing,
battering at her…
Her hands tightened on his shirt. “I realize. Do it.”

He studied
her again, and she tried to hide how her mind kept screaming, No
no
no
. “All right, then,” he
said. “I think perhaps we'd best get this behind us, or you'll keep worrying
about it.” His hands rubbed her legs, and she could feel the way her muscles
shook. “I would have preferred you on top”—when he grinned, the lack of lust in
his face, the humor in his eyes, relieved her immensely—“but your legs aren't
going to hold you up, are they?”

And just
like that, he pushed her off him, his cock leaving her body, leaving her empty.
“
Uhhh
.” The sound was almost a
whine
and had come from her. But she didn't have time to think before he'd slid her
down onto the blanket and on her back. Such a vulnerable position, she realized
as he loomed over her. Her hands fisted.

I can do this. No retreat, no surrender.

He hadn't
planned to go this far yet, but she'd mustered her courage, and to throw her
gesture away would be wrong. Alex frowned at how her little hands had fisted.
Perhaps a diversion would give her something else to concentrate on. Her fear
of men appeared separate from her enjoyment of being dominated. “
MacKensie
, give me your wrists.”

With a
quizzical look, she complied. He pulled the Velcro cuffs from under the log,
shook the sand off, and fastened them to her wrists.

“Alex?”
She moved her arms. Her eyes widened when the chains attached to the cuffs
erupted from the sand.

Smiling,
he grasped her waist and slid her down the blanket until the chains pulled her
arms over her head.

“I didn't
say you could do this,” she said, her voice shaking.

“Little
sub, I didn't ask.” When he attached cuffs to her ankles and took up the slack
in the chains running to the stakes hidden in the sand, she watched him with
big eyes. He ran a finger under each of the cuffs to ensure her circulation
wasn't compromised, then sat back on his heels and enjoyed the sight of his
restrained submissive.

Her pale,
pale skin glowed in the moonlight. Her breasts sat high on her chest, nipples
jutting upward, reassuring him that the restraints had given her more arousal
than fear. The curly hair between her legs glistened in the light, and when he
set his hand there, her quick inhalation was louder than the sound of the
waves. He slid his fingers along her folds, circled her clit, and watched the
flush rise in her cheeks. Her pussy had softened after her orgasm, but as he continued,
the little nub under his fingers swelled with blood. He'd learned from their
playtime at the club that she had a sensitive clit, and stroking the sides
worked better than on top.

Playing
with the very edge of the hood could make her whine. Hearing that sound again…
Hell
. Unable to resist, he went down on
her. A woman with her legs chained open presented an overwhelming temptation to
get closer, to breathe in the scent of her arousal, to taste her juices. And
torture her until she whimpered.

He laid his
tongue directly on that tender clit and heard the thin whine rise higher. He
flicked the edges, did a few circles, and then gently pulled her labia apart
and the hood up. The
pearl of sensation
—damned
good term.

Her legs
shook when the cool air hit the protected nub, and he could feel her muscles
tense. He flicked the edges of the button ever so lightly until her breathing
turned ragged.

He could
get her off again. No, he had better not push her further. She'd wanted to gift
him with herself, and if she panicked now, it would be a step back. Besides, he
very much wanted to bury himself deep inside her. He sat up, enjoying her
frustrated whimper. Her climax was just a flick or two away.

Watching
her face, he positioned himself and pressed in, a hell of a lot slower than
she'd done it. Her pussy, hot and wet, stretched around him as he filled her.

If her
fear hadn't hit, she'd have climaxed with his entry. But they had time. He
propped himself up with one arm and took her lips in a teasing kiss. Her eyes
looked a little wild, so he reminded her she had other worries than his cock.
“Did I get the chains too tight?”

Her breath
caught, and she jerked her arms, her legs. She was well pinned, and he could
feel the way her pussy constricted around him at the knowledge. The purely
submissive response fed his Dom nature like raw meat tossed to a wolf.

“You know,
I like your legs tied open, little sub; I can lick you, and you can't stop me.”
Her vagina gave an involuntary twitch, but her eyes still had terror lurking in
the back.

He slid
his hand under her ass. “Maybe next time I spank you, I'll tie you down first.”
He squeezed the tender skin where his hand had struck. Her hips jolted up,
pushing him deeper inside her, and her moan of pain held the husky note of
arousal. This time, when he looked into her eyes, no terror showed.

Now she
was ready. Smiling, he pulled back and then drove into her. Her instinctive
reaction—fear—made her yank on the restraints, and as that diverted her, he
rocked in and out, harder and faster.

She felt
like the finest of dreams, enclosing his cock in hot satin, smooth and slick.
Too damn good. Now that he'd released the control he'd kept over his need, he
wouldn't last long. Damned if he wouldn't make her go over with him. Abandoning
her ass, he ran his hands over her breasts, reminding her she had other
sensitive body parts. Each pinch on a nipple made her pussy contract. He wet
his fingers, sliding them over her clit until it stiffened.

Capturing
it between thumb and index finger, he rubbed, then pinched it gently with each
of his strokes.

“Not
again,” she whimpered.

He felt
her body shift from the “this is fun and exciting” into the “God, I need to
come” stage, and her hips rocked against his as she tried to hurry his thrusts,
push against his fingers.

She
squeezed around him, thigh and stomach muscles quivering. She was right on the
edge. He shifted to the hard, fast strokes that would take him with her,
angling to hit her G-spot with every couple of thrusts. When he slid a finger
directly over her clit and rubbed, her whole body went rigid.

One
thrust, another, and then her head tilted back, neck cords standing out as her
climax burst over her. Her short, jerky cries coincided with the forceful,
milking convulsions that sucked his cock like a vacuum pump and then yanked him
right over the top. His climax started at his feet, squeezed his balls like a
vise, and finally erupted from his cock in such brutal spasms that his eyes
went blind.

His arms
almost buckled as he blinked and shook his head experimentally—no, it hadn't
exploded. He looked down at the little sub underneath him.

Her eyes
were glazed.

“Little
cat,” he murmured, resting his forehead against hers. Just that tiny movement
tightened her pussy around him, and he actually jerked a couple more times.
This woman could be the death of him.

Reaching
over her head, he ripped the Velcro cuffs off and released her wrists. She
lowered her hands, hesitated, and then wrapped her arms around him.
Good
. Propping himself up with one hand,
he nuzzled her neck, then kissed her long and deep as he stroked her face, her
breasts, her waist. Women needed closeness after sex—any man soon learned
that—and this little sub would need it more than most.

Not that
he considered having his hands on her any hardship. The need to touch her and
keep her close was stronger than he'd felt with any woman. “Thank you,
sweetheart,” he murmured. “You have a generous heart.”

“I think I
owe the thanks,” she whispered, and he could hear the quiver in her voice. “You
got me off…twice. Even though this last time was supposed to be just for you.”

He
snorted. “Little sub, you have a lot to learn about sex.” And she needed more
holding than this position allowed. “Brace yourself,” he warned and smiled at
her confused look until he pulled out of her. At the loss of his cock, she
mewed in unhappiness, pleasing him immensely.

After
releasing her legs, he lay down beside her and pulled her up against him. Her
head fit into the hollow of his shoulder as if designed for that purpose. He
kept her pinned against him with one arm and let his other hand roam over the
muscles of her back, the sweet place where her waist curved in, the tiny dents
just above her buttocks, the perfect curve of her ass.

A wiggle
and whimper reminded him of the tenderness of that ass, probably still reddened
from his hand.

He
chuckled. “Sorry. I forgot.” The growl she gave in response sounded like a
kitten wanting to be a tiger and proved the final straw for him.

This one,
here in his arms—she was a keeper.

* * * * *

Mac had
achieved an orgasm with a man inside her. Just like a normal woman. She stared
into the blackness of the beach-house bedroom and just marveled. However this
change in her had happened, she liked it. Liked it a lot. Why Alex could get
past her defenses when no one else had, she didn't know.

Was it
because he'd spanked her…twice now? She had to admit that she felt…accepted by
him, even with all her
weirdnesses
. She smiled in the
darkness; he surrounded her even in sleep. He'd curled his big body around her,
pulling her shoulders against his chest. Her head rested on his right arm. His
other arm held her against him. His hand cupped around her breast.

She should
find the position terrifying and his hand too intimate, but she didn't. It felt
comforting. Not that he'd given her a choice. He'd simply lain down beside her,
rolled her over, and yanked her into his arms.

He'd done
that all evening, hadn't he?
Dominated
her; oh, that was definitely the word. Including that spanking. As she'd
thought about the evening, she'd realized that he'd planned the whole thing.
The other
Doms
had deliberately pushed her into
disobeying him, and she'd fallen right into his trap.

She could
still feel his hand slamming down on her bare bottom and hear his deep voice
reassuring her at the same time. “
I care
about you
…” She shivered. How could the memory of a man hitting her make
her want to crawl deeper into his arms?

But he'd
known that too, considering how he'd held her after the spanking. And on the
beach after they'd had sex, he'd held her for a very, very long time, as if he
knew she needed that reassurance. How could he read her so easily? The
knowledge that he could made a little shiver creep up her spine.

But I got off
. Damn, he could know her as
well as he wanted if she could do that again. Just thinking about sex with him…
How funny that even thinking about his hand—about his finger—touching her so
intimately, rubbing her clit… Just
thinking
about it made heat wash through her. And with him inside? That had been like
nothing—
nothing
—she'd ever felt
before.