Three-Part Harmony (4 page)

At first, Dasha stiffened. The rebellion rolled tangibly from her, barbed and cold, though the heady scent of her arousal teased the air with a little warmth.

“I will not,” she stammered and squirmed but finally finished, “I will not speak unless Sir asks me a direct question.”

“And if I need something, I will use the phrase ‘permission, please.’”

She didn’t wrestle this time. That could have been because he’d lowered his hand to her hip, claiming her there with steady, wide strokes.

“If I—I need something, I will use the phrase ‘permission, please.’”

“I trust Sir never to deliberately hurt me or give me more pain than I can handle.”

“I trust Sir never to deliberately hurt me…or give me more pain than I can handle.”

The words came more quietly now. And with beautiful conviction. David thanked her with a soft kiss behind her ear. He hoped she couldn’t hear how his heartbeat had doubled.

He pressed on. “And if any play or punishment becomes too much for me, I’ll let Sir know with a safe word, which will be ‘soundcheck.’”

She squirmed again, as he’d expected. “I hate soundchecks.”

“I know. That’s why you won’t forget the word.” It was sheer hell to maintain his composure. Her soft, naked curves pressed this way against him… Christ, even his darkest fantasies hadn’t prepped him for this torture. He waged the battle harder by gritting his teeth and toughening his tone. “Now the repetition.”

As Dasha recited the promise back, David relished the next words he’d demand from her. In the moment before he did, he ran a wet, nipping trail of kisses along her carotid. “I will let Sir take my body in any way he pleases.”

A delighted sigh escaped her. “Yes…”

He turned his last kiss into a bite. “A beautiful sound. But that’s not the right repetition, darling.”

“‘I will let—
ow
!”

He hadn’t been able to resist. And pinching both her nipples gave him the reward of her cute little outcry too. “That’s not correct,” he reprimanded, keeping his fingertips centered on those incredible buds. “Try again.”

“The reason it wasn’t correct is because you—
owww
!”

The plea in her tone sang to him sweeter than any ballad she’d taken platinum. He smiled, rejoicing in the feel of her bottom against his groin. He gripped her hips tighter between his own as he ramped up the pressure on her breasts a little.

“The repetition?”

“How am I supposed to—”

“Find a way. Breathe through it, my darling. For every moment you wait, I squeeze a little harder.”

“Oh God.”

“No.” He tightened his fingers again. “My name is
Sir.
Now try again.”

Her chest quivered beneath his forearms as she struggled to obey his order. “I will…let Sir…take my body…in any way he pleases.”

He released his hold. She rasped in gratitude, though he looked forward to the next moment. Those next breaths she sucked in, with lips trembling and eyes hazy, as the stings gave way to the warmth, and the endorphins washed away her agony. “Good girl,” he praised, raking his fingers down her rib cage to intensify her pleasure. “Very good.”

He turned her again and now searched for his own breath. Her breasts were inflamed with the marks of his use, red and bold and breathtaking.
Mine.
The word surged through him again, and it was all he could do not to repeat the treatment just to seal his claim further. But he’d taken her as far as she could handle in that department tonight. Next time, perhaps he wouldn’t have the risk of her slapping him if he did push—because next time, he vowed he’d tie her back well. Maybe he’d secure her with his padded cuffs, wrists over her head, so her breasts stayed high and hard for him. Maybe he’d get her into a blindfold too…

That little trip into fantasyland had instant repercussions for his cock. Every breath he took released extra blood there. His balls throbbed, helping the shaft punch at his pants, self-inflicted sadism at its finest.

Dasha’s own expression didn’t help things. Though her eyes still hid beneath dreamy hoods, she waited with lips moist and parted, with skin dewy and glistening, with body expectant…ready. He explored that body with fervent need, playing the luscious string of her spine before dipping into the crevice of her ass. Her breaths quickened as he went lower, turning his fingers into claws against the swells of her buttocks, pulling the flesh apart, indirectly kneading the sensitive tissues of her back hole. In reaction, Dasha reached up and clutched his shoulders. But her teeth had a tighter grip on her lower lip. She fought back a verbal reaction with everything she had. Her effort for him again hit like sexual crack, turning his blood into fire.

“Sweet thing.” He bracketed his hold to both sides of her hips. “You’re so ready to be taken, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” she answered on a gasp. “Yes!”

“Then lie back for me,” he instructed. “Keep your knees bent but press your ass and shoulders on the floor.”

As she complied, David relished the view, her trimmed bush parting a little as she went down, giving him a glimpse of the gorgeous pink flesh beneath. “Spread your legs a little farther.” He assisted by pushing with his hands. He couldn’t keep his touch far from her now. “Perfect,” he said, stroking her thighs from knees to pussy. “This is called ‘kneel-back,’ darling. I know it’s not really kneeling, but that’s part of the fun. It’s one of my favorite submissive positions, so I’ll likely be asking it of you again.” He brushed his knuckles directly across her sex now. “Would you like that?”

She nodded, making her hair into a more wonderful mess along the floor. “Yes. Yes, Sir.”

“And do you like it when I touch you like this?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “Very much…Sir…ohhh…”

The moan continued as he slipped a finger into the folds he’d been craving. He almost joined his voice to hers when her wet, hot walls welcomed him, but managed to stave the craving, focusing instead on finding the exact slit of flesh that would make her—

“Ohhh! Sir!”

Scream like that.

She cried out louder as he turned his caress into a swat. “Naughty,” he scolded. “No words unless I demand them from you.” He gave her mound another light smack, loving how that made her arch and squirm, before leaning back on his heels. “To keep yourself distracted, why don’t you use your fingers. Slide them up and spread yourself for me.” While he issued the direction, he got to work on his belt, then his fly. “Spread that pussy nice and wide, sweetheart. Excellent. Keep making those little sounds in your throat too. It tells me how much you like this. Now unbend your knees. I want your legs in the air, and your thighs open and ready for me. Unless you’re not ready for me?”

“No!” she cried, the word drenched in need. “I mean yes! I’m ready, Sir. Please!”

He fisted his erection, though the move was a huge risk. Precum hovered already at his tip; a breeze from the air-conditioning would likely send him over the edge. Nevertheless, he got out, “Give me the exact words. ‘I’m ready for you to fuck me, Sir.’”

Dasha mewled and swallowed. “Yes, please. I—I’m ready for you to fuck me, Sir.”

“Fuck you with what?”

“Goddamn it!” she protested.

“That wasn’t what I told you to say.” He leaned and hovered over her, his length poised near the folds that bloomed for him, so dewy and delectable, he’d never call Teleflora without a smile again. “I should punish you for that, you know. Roll you over and spank your ass until you’re too delirious to think of swearing at me again.” He decided to accept her little shiver as payment enough for now. He wasn’t sure he’d last through another assault on her ass. “So what do you want me to fuck you with, Dasha?”

“Your cock. Please. Oh please…”

Her voice climbed higher, inching toward desperation. He couldn’t hold out any more either. He’d pocketed a condom from his bag when he’d called to delay the limo; he got the thing out, slid it on, then secured himself in the apex that her hands still opened for him. He positioned his tip at her entrance again, long enough to issue one more command.

“Put your hands on the floor. Dig in deep and brace yourself. We’re going for a good ride, sweetheart.”

One more small push to truly test her readiness, then the hot core of her body sucked him in. Lust drove him into her like a battering ram, and David worried that he’d hurt her like one, until he saw the sheer ecstasy on her face, the strains of her neck, the rock-hard points of her nipples. That was all it took to talk him into waiting a little longer.
Damn it. Make it last. Hold it in.
He didn’t just want to detonate; he wanted to share the release with her.

He clenched his ass and stretched his strokes out, sliding then retreating, teasing and denying, watching and feeling every sign of her spiraling pressure. The sheen that coated her face, then her whole body. The breath on her lips, faster and faster, pumped from a heart that pounded beneath his touch. And the quivers of her walls around his erection, kneading him like drenched velvet,
needing
him…every inch of him.

Her surrender moved him. Gripped him to his core. And compelled him to give an order he’d never issued to a submissive before.

“Open your eyes,” he commanded. “Open them. Look at me. I want you looking at me when you come.”

Her lush mouth curved as she complied. But the next second, he could tell she longed to squeeze those copper depths closed again. In that second, he felt the first tremors of her impending climax.

“David,” she pleaded. “Oh…”

“Let it take you,” he replied. “Let me watch it take you. Come for me, Dasha.
Come.
”

Dasha had no idea how she obeyed him, but she did, locking her gaze to the storm of his as the orgasm hit her. It was flood and fire, ice and ignition, conflict yet resolution. And all David. Just David. Only him, filling her, devouring her, possessing her; spinning her into a universe of blinding sensation. As she shattered, she reveled in how his cock felt inside her, pushing the limits of her throbbing walls just before he burst too. He bellowed, and the sound filled her head. His beauty consumed her sight: the sweat on his inky brows, the clench of his elegant jaw, the focused strain in his body.

It was beyond what she’d expected, in her body and especially in her heart.

Oh, crap.

She shoved that thought into a spare duffel bag in her brain and zipped the thing shut. She’d take it out and look at it later. Right now, she wanted only to absorb the magic of the man who still rocked inside her. She wanted to run her hands up the thighs she’d ogled from afar for all these years, to feel the tendons still bunching with each long thrust.

She had no idea she’d actually acted on that impulse, until he let out a hum. “That feels good. Touch me more.”

His voice washed her with warmth. She smiled, though a massive case of bashful set in. Pretty hilarious, considering their current state. “Really?”

David smiled back, but his tone remained at full command. “Don’t make me ask again. Touch me. Anywhere. Everywhere.”

He emphasized by giving her a slow, deep kiss. His tongue didn’t let an inch of hers go unexplored, as if instructing her what to do to his body too. Dasha set herself to eagerly obey him. She finished gliding her hands up his legs, then continued across the hard swells of his ass. Another growl rumbled from him, vibrating through them both. She took her time raking his back, wanting to memorize that muscled landscape, then glided her touch along the slopes of his nape and shoulders, loving the deeper moan she got from him because of it. As she spidered her hands at the crests of his arms, he sucked her tongue deeper.

When she finished stroking his arms, her hands now resting atop his over her head, David finally let her mouth go. He pressed his forehead to hers, still letting their breaths entwine. Without a word, he slid a hand up, then clamped it over her wrist. Seconds later, he completed the action with his other arm. Before he finished, his erection pulsed against her womb again.

“Christ.” It came from him on a rough rasp. “Feel what you’ve done to me again already?”

She sighed, loving the feel of being trapped by him. “Yes…”

He cut her breath short by biting her lip. “Yes what?”

With the command, Dasha discerned a subtle shift in her brain, a release into a place filled with anticipation…and adoration. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

“Good.” He pressed the word into her ear. “Very good.”

Then he showed her his pleasure, revving the pace of his body inside hers again, deliberately pressing her clit with his upstrokes. Within a few minutes, she became a shuddering, needing ball of sensation, a creature she hardly knew, trembling and struggling to increase the friction between them. But the task was easier said than done. With his hands locking her wrists and his torso pinning her, Dasha could only shift her hips, trying to lift herself higher into him. She hoped a pleading sigh would earn a faster pace, but David kept his strokes at one torturous rhythm. He was doing a seven-veil tease on her pussy, now at its seventeenth veil.

She cried out, certain she was going insane.

“Hold it back.” The bastard ordered it into her ear at the second he glided in harder. Dasha gasped and arched her head back. Frustration slashed her bloodstream.

“I—I don’t think I—”

“You can. And you will.” He gripped her wrists tighter. His fingers dug into her palms, a pain she welcomed as distraction from the pulsing need at the center of her body.

“I…want to please you.” She panted. “But it’s so hard. It’s so—”

“What?” His voice was a husky, mesmeric cadence in her head. She loved it. She hated it. She wanted the one command he wouldn’t give. “What is it, Dasha?” he pressed. “Tell me what you feel. Tell me what I do to you.”

She swallowed. “T-tah-tingles,” she stammered.
Form the words. You can do this. Probably. Hopefully.
“And…tremors. Even my skin is shaking. Tiny earthquakes, everywhere.”

“Good,” he praised. “Good, baby. What else?”

“You—you make me need it. God, David, please!”