Topping the Domme (Crime and Punishment) (15 page)

Karina couldn’t hold it back anymore. The second Brayden slapped the flogger against her mound, she screamed as a powerful release slammed through her. She bucked hard under the restraints only to be forced back down, unable to move against the rising tide of pleasure swimming through her.

Through her fogged vision, she saw Brayden dipped his head toward her pussy. The inside of her legs began to shake as Brayden used the tip of his fingers to separate her labia. He licked a tantalizingly slow figure eight between her opening and her clit.

Karina gasped at the warmth of his lips on her, the feel of his breath as it teased her mound. “Brayden… No,” she whined.

He ignored her and sucked her clit between his lips, swiping his tongue over the sensitive bud, back and forth, hard and soft. She screamed as another orgasm raced through her. Not once during her time as a Domme had she come multiple times. She’d seen Brayden do it to other subs. Now he’d done it to her, and the aftermath left her shaking and weak.

She barely felt Brayden turn off the toy and slip it from her body. Barely felt him loosen the straps and lift her in his arms. The murmurs and soft praises drifted in and out of her mind as Bradyen carried her to a darkened corner and sat down.

He kept his arms around her, forcing her to lean against his chest, her face in his neck. The whiskers that covered his cheeks scratched at her forehead, but Karina barely noticed. All she could do was sink into his embrace and inhale the warm spicy scent that was all Brayden.

“I said your mouth,” she whispered, even though she barely had enough strength to raise her voice, much less sound angry.

“I know, and that’s what I had intended, until I saw how scared you were getting.”

He cupped her cheek and put the pad of his thumb under her chin, lifting it so he could see her face.

“You handle fear better when you’re angry.”

“Oh,” she replied, unsure what more to say. Did he really know her that well?

His lips twitched as he leaned down and brushed his lips softly over hers. At the moment, Karina couldn’t find it in herself to fight him. She was too addlebrained. How the hell did he make her addlebrained?

“You’re so cute like this,” he whispered.

His breath fanned across her lips, his eyes held hers captive. She couldn’t look away from him even if she tried. Her first instinct was to push him away, to make it clear she didn’t need to rely on him, but deep inside, she knew she did. She felt so safe on his lap, in his arms.

That scared part of her. She’d never wanted to rely on anyone but herself. Even sex was at her discretion, her choosing, and under her control. But Brayden had taken all that control away from her and given her another mind-blowing orgasm. Not one, but two. Something she’d never experienced in her controlled life.

He ran the tip of his finger down her cheek and along her jaw. “You look like you’re thinking awfully hard about something. Talk to me, kitten.”

“I’m just not used to this.”

“I know.”

He smiled slightly and kissed her again. Karina’s eyes closed as his lips sipped at hers, teasing her, bringing her already sated senses back to life. She could taste herself on his kiss and she ran her tongue along his bottom lip. His moan vibrated under her ear; just the sound alone made her nipples tingle.

In her mind, Karina envisioned Brayden taking her breasts in his mouth and sucking. She wiggled slightly, rubbing her hip along his thick erection. She’d seen Brayden naked. She knew how well-endowed he was and suddenly had a very strong desire to feel him inside her, filling her, stretching her. God, he would feel so good.

“And what was that thought?” he asked, his voice full of amusement as it rumbled through her whole body.

He kissed her cheek, then rubbed his stubble along the side of her face, the sharp pricks sending warm tingles to her womb.

“I was just thinking how easily you…”

She gasped at what she’d almost revealed. She was too relaxed, talking too freely. She stiffened and tried to pull away from him.

“No, Karina,” Brayden said in a firm voice.

He tightened his hold and pulled her back into her spot, snuggled close to him. She sighed and just resigned herself to the fact that he wasn’t going to let her go, and in truth, she wasn’t all that turned off by it.

“That’s better,” he said. “I like you leaning against me like this.”

“I think you like it too much,” she grumbled.

Brayden’s chest shook with his chuckle.

“Who was the sub you were talking to when I came over?” he asked.

“Gary. He’s bi and apparently very shy. Kind of awkward. If he’s our guy, he’s got one hell of a split personality.”

Brayden rubbed his cheek against the top of her head and sighed. “Yeah.”

She shifted her position slightly, sinking down so she could rest her head on his shoulder better. Her hand laid against his warm chest, and she sighed as his heartbeat seemed to sync with hers.

“Looks like you’re masturbating again tonight,” she said, then peeked up at him through her lashes.

He smiled. “I know what I plan to masturbate to.”

Karina snickered and snuggled back into his shoulder. Her smile faded. “You know,” she began. “I have to admit, if I had to submit, I’m glad it was you.”

“Me too,” he said softly.

Brayden lay in bed, staring at the ceiling and wondering how in the hell he was going to get any sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was Karina. He’d watched her in the club back home, enjoyed seeing her when her subs pleasured her, but the last couple of days had been different.

Her orgasms had been by his hand. He’d been the one to make her scream. That had surprised him. He’d heard her moan and sigh, but never scream.

She’d looked incredible, with her face flushed, a thin bead of sweat covering her brow, her legs trembling. He’d wanted to sink inside her so bad his balls had actually hurt. He reached down and cupped his balls. Pain stabbed through them, and he winced. Hell, they still hurt.

He glanced at the clock. Almost four-thirty in the morning. He wouldn’t be worth a crap tomorrow if he didn’t get some sleep. He lowered his pajama pants and wrapped his fingers around his aching cock. He was hard as a rock, but when he glanced down at his pants and saw the Mickey Mouse ears, he cringed.

Great. Masturbating in front of Mickey. Wouldn’t his sister be proud?

The door to his side of the suite opened and Brayden froze. Was that Karina?

“Brayden? Are you… Oh.”

Karina stood at the foot of his bed, staring at his hand wrapped around his hard dick. Well, hell. Wasn’t this just great?

Her lips twitched and her gaze sparkled with a hint of amusement. Brayden rolled his eyes, then decided what the hell? He slowly pumped his hand from base to tip, as he let his gaze move back to hers.

“Need something, kitten?” he drawled.

“Looks like you do,” she replied.

“Nothing I can’t handle on my own.”

Sighing, she climbed onto the bed. Brayden frowned as she walked on her knees to his side.

“Karina—”

She pushed his hand away from his cock. “You’re doing it wrong.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

She smiled at him before looking around at the bed, as though thinking.

“Karina, what are you doing?” Brayden asked, too damn turned on to think.

She looked good with her hair in a ponytail, really short shorts, and a tank top that left nothing to the imagination. Her nipples poked through the material like two little beads just begging to be sucked.

She grasped his hands and put them at the headboard, wrapping his fingers around the wooden spindles. “Leave your hands here.”

Brayden raised another eyebrow, but didn’t say anything.

“I’m serious, Brayden. If you drop your hands, I stop.”

“Fair enough,” he choked.

God, if it was possible, he believed he’d gotten even harder. What the hell did she have in mind?

He watched in silence as she straddled his shins. Leaning over, she grasped the waistband of his pants and tugged them lower.

“Lift your hips,” she murmured.

Brayden did as she asked, and she slid them further down, so they were close to his knees. She bent forward and rested on one hand while using the other to slowly slide a finger along his length. Brayden swallowed as the feather-light touch glided over his cock.

“I always thought you had a nice one of these,” she whispered.

Brayden let go of the spindle and started to reach for her hair. Karina raised her gaze to his and frowned.

“I meant what I said.”

He froze for a second, then put his hand back. The last thing he wanted to do was scare her off.

“Yes, Mistress,” he drawled. “But this sub doesn’t like to be teased.”

“I’m not teasing,” she said, as her attention returned to his throbbing cock. She slid her hand down and cupped his balls, making him bite back a groan. “I’m playing.”

“Karina,” he growled. “I’m not one of your subs you can torture. Either take my dick in your mouth or get the hell up, so I can take care of it myself.”

Karina’s soft giggle registered in his mind just before she gripped his base, pulling up slightly so she could wrap her warm lips around him. Brayden groaned low in his throat, lifting his hips as she worked her tongue down his length, then back to the tip. She swiped it over the top, dipping just a little into the tiny slit.

“Holy…crap,” he growled.

Brayden closed his eyes, savoring the feel of her mouth and tongue, and even her teeth as they worked his cock. Some subs he had to give instruction, but Karina… Wow, Karina knew exactly what she was doing.

And he’d never felt anything so good.

She teased his tip, then went lower, raising the hand at his base to meet her mouth. Every time she went down, she took more of him in her mouth. When she deep-throated him and swallowed, he lost every ounce of control he had, and with a shout, lost himself in her mouth.

His orgasm raced through him with the speed of a rocket, forcing his hips up and the head of his cock deeper into her throat. Karina’s moan of approval vibrated around his shaft, drawing out his pleasure. Throbs pounded through his cock, and Karina just sucked him harder, drawing out every last beat of pleasure until he was ready to beg her to stop.

As his body relaxed, he noticed the death grip he had on the spindles and quickly dropped his hands to Karina’s shoulders. He realized his mistake the second he felt her stiffen.

“Karina.”

“No,” she said firmly as she slid from his grasp. “Maybe now you can get some sleep.”

She began to walk away. Brayden jumped from the bed, determined to stop her. She didn’t need to be alone right now. He didn’t want her to be. He quickly pulled up his pants, but his release had left him slightly shaky, and he had to grab the bed for support.

The few seconds it took him to right himself, Karina had already made it to her door. He rushed forward, hoping to catch it before it closed, but he was too late. His hand landed against the wood just as the knob clicked shut.

Damn it

“Karina. Open up.”

“Drop it, Brayden,” she said from the other side. “I don’t need you to play the Dom with me right now. Just go to bed.”

He let his forehead rest against the cold wood of the door. If he’d just kept his hands around the spindles. One touch, and she’d run like a scared rabbit. He should’ve known. She’d gone too long believing she couldn’t do sex in private, and although she’d felt comfortable enough with him to give him a blowjob, the second he’d touched her, he’d lost every bit of progress he might’ve made with her. If he’d made any at all.

“I’m sorry, Kay,” he whispered, even though he knew she wouldn’t hear him.

Early the next morning, Karina stood over the skillet frying sausage. She hadn’t slept since coming back to her room. The second she saw Brayden with his hand around his cock, she’d completely forgotten what she went in there to talk to him about.

She hadn’t intended anything sexual, but her mind had been plagued with something about the case, and she’d needed to talk about it. If Brayden was going to masturbate, she’d thought he would’ve done it long before then.

Seeing him like that, though, made her stomach clench for him. The head of his cock had been a deep purple, the vein running up from the base actually throbbing. He had to have been hurting, so she’d done what she did best, gave him a little relief and turned herself on in the process. Unfortunately, the second his hands had touched her, she’d lost any arousal she’d experienced and was suddenly gripped with a very strong desire to flee.

She supposed that answered her question. Even with Brayden, she couldn’t do sex in private.

A soft knock sounded at her door.

“Come in,” she said.

Brayden pushed the door open and stepped inside. She felt a wave of shock, as the sight of him made her pussy go warm from the inside out. He wore jeans and a T-shirt that fit tight across his wide shoulders. His hair was damp from his shower and his cheeks clean shaven. She actually preferred him with a little stubble, although that didn’t stop her from thinking how incredibly handsome he looked right now.