Topping the Domme (Crime and Punishment) (21 page)

Brayden sighed and glanced up at Delacroix, but he was no longer there. Had he felt something? Brayden had, that was for certain. Doing a scene with Karina was heaven. She felt so good, her walls so hot and tight around him.

As much as he hated to, he pulled from her pussy and threw the condom in the trash. He fixed his pants then removed the restraints holding Karina in place. When he lifted her in his arms, she sagged against his chest like she’d been doing it forever.

She felt so right there, and he never wanted to let her go. He just hoped he could convince her they belonged together. That, whether she wanted to admit it or not, she was a submissive. His submissive.

He walked over to a quiet corner and sat down. “You okay, kitten?” he asked.

“I don’t think I’ll ever walk again.”

Brayden chuckled.

“I’m going to kill that damn sadist the next time I see him.”

Brayden moved her hair from her face so he could see her eyes. She still had them closed, so he put his finger under her chin and lifted it.

Placing a soft kiss on her forehead, he whispered, “Look at me, kitten.”

She opened her eyes and stared up at him with a mixture of confusion and sated submissive. Whatever he’d been about to say died in his throat as he looked at her. It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her he thought he was falling for her.

“God, you’re adorable,” he murmured.

Karina’s lips lifted into a soft smile and the pink that covered her cheeks deepened. He liked her like this. Vulnerable, sweet, soft. It was a Karina he didn’t get to see very often, but wanted to see more of.

“If you go after Delacroix too hard, you may find yourself in yet another uncomfortable position. Only this time by his hand and not mine. And I’m not sure I wouldn’t have to kill him myself if that happened.”

Karina snickered softly and nestled her head on his shoulder. “Do you see him anywhere?”

Brayden dropped his hand to her leg and gently rubbed his palm up and down her thigh. “No. Maybe he’s working his way through the crowd.”

“Maybe he didn’t feel anything.”

“I’m sure he’ll come and tell us, whatever it is.”

Delacroix turned a circle, staring at each man close enough to make eye-contact. He could feel him. He could feel his anger, his bitterness, his violent nature, but he still couldn’t pinpoint where he was.

One thing Delacroix could tell was that the violence was directed at Karina. Both times she’d done a scene had brought the unsub’s anger to the forefront enough that Delacroix had picked up on it. But why couldn’t he tell where it was coming from?

He’d always been able to tell before. This was the first time the emotion had been disembodied, as Karina had put it. It didn’t make any sense.

“I know that look,” Josh said as he walked over and stood next to Delacroix. “What’s going on?”

“I can feel him.”

Josh began to look around. “Where is he?”

“I don’t know. I can’t find him.”

Josh sighed and took a sip of his drink. “It will come to you.”

Delacroix shook his head. “I don’t know, Josh. This is different. I’ve never felt anything like this.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning, there’s no substance to the emotion. There’s no body attached. No visions, no impressions, no…nothing. It’s as though the emotion doesn’t really belong to the…the body.” Delacroix frowned as an idea came to him. “When someone has a split personality, the invading personality is an addition, so, to me, the emotion might come across as though it didn’t have a host.”

Josh tilted his head. “I’m not sure I get you.”

“What if the unsub has a split personality. What if the emotion I’m getting is coming from the personality that split off, the one that’s there to either protect or destroy, to do what the original personality can’t do on its own.”

Josh nodded. “How are we going to tell who has a split personality?”

Delacroix put his hands on his hips and sighed. He glanced back over at Brayden and Karina in the darkened corner. “We can’t, but maybe I can.”

“How?” Josh asked.

Delacroix turned his attention back to Josh. “Not sure yet.”

Karina stepped into her hotel suite and tried to shake off the shiver of dread that held her in its grip. There were two FBI agents outside watching the hotel. Brayden was always close by. Nothing would happen to her here.

She continued to reaffirm that to herself as she reached down and removed her high-heeled sandals. Her feet were killing her tonight, and so was the rest of her body.

Not because Brayden had been rough, but because he’d spent the rest of the night after their punishment session teasing her. He touched her breasts, plucked her nipples, and even stroked her pussy. Not enough to make her come, but just enough to keep her body humming for more. Wetness still pooled between her legs. She wanted to have sex so bad, she couldn’t stand it.

She held onto the back of the chair and lifted her leg to remove the other shoe.

“Now that’s a nice view,” Brayden said from the doorway that separated their suites.

He leaned casually against the doorframe, his black shirt open and showing off a tanned, muscular chest. Karina swallowed at the sexy sight of him.

“Yours isn’t so bad either,” she said as she straightened and tossed her shoes to the couch.

Brayden moved away from the doorway and walked toward her with the grace of a cat stalking its prey. Just watching him made her even wetter. She gripped the back of the chair with tight fingers to keep from reaching out and touching him.

He stood almost toe-to-toe with her, his gaze locked onto hers, the desire in his eyes practically searing her flesh. As she looked up at him, she could hardly breathe.

“I want you, Kay,” he said simply.

Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. Her heart raced wildly and her stomach knotted. Sex? Here?

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

She nodded.

“Do you trust me enough to let me have you here? Just us?”

Karina swallowed. Did she? As she stared at him, she realized that yes, she did. She again nodded.

Brayden reached out and circled his arms around her lower back, pulling her flush with him. Her breasts flattened into his chest, and her thighs pushed against his. She could feel his thick bulge pressing into her lower stomach, and she had to fight the urge to grind along his length.

She watched in silence as he lowered his head and brushed his lips over hers. Karina’s eyes fluttered closed at the feel of his tongue gently stroking her lower lip. With a sigh, she parted her mouth, allowing him to sweep his tongue inside.

His arms tightened, but his hands remained at the small of her back, pressing ever so slightly into her muscles. Karina flattened her palms over his chest and then slid them upward around his neck. She wiggled slightly, rubbing her nipples across his muscles.

As though he knew exactly what she needed, Brayden slid his hands up her sides and cupped her breasts. Karina moaned into his kiss as he kneaded her aching mounds.

“I like these breasts,” he murmured against her mouth. He grabbed one of the kitchen chairs and pulled it away from the table. “Come here and sit on my lap so I can play with them.”

He dropped into the chair and then pulled her down so she straddled his lap. She moved up so her pussy rested against his cock. When she wiggled her hips, pressing down on him, he shook his head and pushed her back so her legs were spread, but her pussy didn’t touch any part of him.

“No coming without permission,” he said.

Karina frowned, but didn’t argue. Truthfully, she didn’t want to. She wanted Brayden to be in control, to make her scream as he had earlier. She had better, more intense orgasms with him in control than she’d ever had with her subs. He’d ruined her for that.

“Let’s get this off,” he mumbled, then tugged the nightie she’d worn to the club over her head, leaving her completely naked.

He stared at her breasts while plucking firmly at her nipples. Karina sighed and arched her back, forcing her breasts farther into his hands. The little bites of pain as he pinched the pink buds only increased her need.

He leaned forward and bit the underside of her breasts, then rubbed his stubble over her nipple. She moaned and buried her fingers in his hair, trying to tug him closer. She wanted him to take it in his mouth, to suck it. Instead, he drove her crazy by kissing a circle around the areola, each kiss followed by a sharp bite.

By the time he got to her nipple, Karina was panting. He licked his tongue over it, making her gasp and jerk forward. When he engulfed the entire tip into his mouth, she dropped her head back and moaned toward the ceiling.

“I like that sound,” he whispered, as he moved to the other breast.

Karina groaned in a mixture of frustration and desire as he worked his way around the tingling nipple, teasing it just as he had the other. When he took this one in his mouth, she squealed, shocked at just how close she was to coming.

She tried to squeeze her legs together, to put some pressure on her throbbing clit, but Brayden felt her movement and spread his legs wider, forcing hers open more.

“What did I tell you?” he whispered in her ear as he kneaded her breasts.

“No coming,” she panted.

“That’s right.”

He moved his hands from her breasts and replaced them with his mouth. With one hand at her waist, he touched between her legs, making her jump.

“Oh God. Brayden… If you touch me I’m going to…”

She held her breath as he circled her opening with the tip of his finger. Every muscle in her body went tense. Her hips angled toward his touch, seeking more.

“You’re going to what?” he teased. “I know you’re not going to come, because I told you not to. And you always do what your Dom tells you. Isn’t that right, kitten?”

He continued to lightly circle her vagina. Karina began to shake. “Damn you, Brayden,” she growled.

“Who?” he asked as he removed his finger.

“Oh, God. Master. Damn you, Master.”

“Enough play time, I think,” he growled. “I want to fuck you. There’s a condom in my pocket. Get it.”

With trembling fingers Karina dug for the condom while Brayden unzipped his slacks and freed his engorged shaft. She quickly tore open the wrapper and slid the condom into place. The second she had it on, he shoved her hands away and lifted her over the tip.

Karina gripped his shoulders as he held tight to her waist and shoved her down onto him. His girth stretched her tight, sending her instantly over the edge. Brayden gritted his teeth as she exploded on him, her pussy convulsing around the thick shaft buried inside her.

Karina groaned and rocked her hips against him, moving in time to the throbs convulsing through her channel. She couldn’t believe she came that fast.

“That was nice, but I think you can do better,” Brayden whispered.

His breath feathered across her lips as he spoke, making her shiver in renewed need.

“I like how you feel, kitten,” he murmured, as he nibbled gently at her lower lip. “All hot and wet and so damn tight.”

He dug his fingers into her hips and pulled her down, forcing himself deeper. Karina gasped and pressed into him, wanting all he could give her. Even after her orgasm, she wanted more. She needed more.

Brayden grasped her hips and stood. Karina wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, holding tight as he turned and set her on the table.

“Lie back,” he growled, his voice deep and strained.

The sound sent a tingle of lust through her stomach. As she moved to her back, he gripped her hips and tugged them closer to the edge. Her head hung slightly off the other side of the small table and she gripped the edge to keep from tumbling off.

Brayden chuckled. “I’m not going to let you go anywhere.”

He lifted her legs over his shoulders and slid deep. Karina whimpered and forced her hips upward to meet his.

“I’m not going to tie you, but keep your hands where they are. Don’t move them or I stop. Are we clear?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Yes who, kitten?” he asked quietly as he slowly withdrew his cock from her walls.

Karina tightened, trying to hold him inside her.

“Master,” she whispered. “Yes, Master.”

“That’s my girl,” he said, then groaned as he pushed back inside her.

He lowered her legs, wrapping them around his lower back. He bent forward with his hands on the table by her shoulders and then thrust deep and hard. His groin brushed her sensitive clit, making her jerk and gasp in heated pleasure.

“Hmm, you like that, don’t you, kitten?” he purred in that deep, sexy voice that never failed to make her nipples tingle.

Karina didn’t answer. She couldn’t. All she could do was pant and moan with every hard pump of his massive cock. She felt full, consumed, as he stretched her, forcing her to take even more of him.

Fear never entered her mind. They were alone, but she’d never been more hot, more turned on in her entire life. Brayden had gotten past her walls, made her feel safe—made her want him.

And wow, did she want him.

“Bray—Master,” she whined as her fingers dug into the edge of the table.