Topping the Domme (Crime and Punishment) (8 page)

She shifted her hips slightly, but Brayden’s chuckle made her stop. The heat of a blush moved over her cheeks, and she turned her head so her face was straight down on the leather, her hair hiding her from prying eyes. Was he going to make her come?

God, Brayden. Please don’t do that. Not yet. I’m not ready for that yet.

Brayden released her wrists from the restraints, and she breathed a slight sigh of relief as he helped her to stand upright. She’d had sex in the club numerous times, but this felt so different. It was one thing to make a man aroused by spanking him; it was another to be aroused herself by receiving a spanking.

“Come with me, Karina,” Brayden murmured in her ear before picking her up in his arms. “We need to have a little talk.”

She started to protest, but knew it would be useless. This is what Brayden did. He punished, then he talked. He wanted to make sure she understood what she’d done wrong. Unfortunately, she knew. She’d ignored him, and she knew better. Had Brayden been right? Had she deliberately provoked him?

If she had, why?

Brayden dropped onto a couch in a darkened corner facing the room. He set her on his lap and leaned back so she rested against his chest. She started to fight him. She wanted up. She didn’t want to cuddle and talk.

Brayden tightened his arm around her, holding her in place. “Be still,” he commanded.

With a sigh, she resigned herself to the fact Brayden would force her to talk. Especially knowing about her past. It was the Dom in him, the protector.

“Are you all right, kitten?” he asked softly.

She nodded.

“Words, Kay.”

“Yes, Master,” she whispered.

“Why did you do that?” he asked softly.

“Drink or provoke you?”

“Both.”

“I’m not sure on either. I think I drank because I was nervous. Same with provoking you.”

“You know I won’t hurt you, Kay,” he whispered. “Why would my spanking scare you?”

“I um…” She played with the button on his shirt, not wanting to look at his face. “How would you feel, Brayden, if the tables were turned? As a Dom, would you be comfortable in my shoes?”

“Touché,” he murmured.

He grasped her chin gently and tilted her face up toward his. He studied her with concern and compassion. His look was so different from the way a sub looked at her, and her first instinct was to turn away, but his grip on her chin held her in place. “What about the restraints? Did my tying you down bother you?”

She sighed and pulled her face away from his grasp. He didn’t stop her as she laid her head on his shoulder. This was so much harder for her than talking about the rape. How did she tell him his touch was different, soothing, heated, and made her feel things she never thought she would?

His heart beat beneath her ear in a steady rhythm, and she felt oddly comforted by the sound. Just not comforted enough to cover her embarrassment. “At first yes, then no. Your hands… They relaxed me.”

“I see,” he murmured, and trailed the tip of his finger across her cleavage, sending a jolt of wicked awareness straight to her womb. “That’s good to know.”

She felt his erection against her hip and swallowed. She hadn’t allowed herself to think too much about what they would do here. He’d asked her if she would be okay with him fucking her, and at the time, she’d told him yes, but now… Now that she could feel his cock pressing against her hip, feel his heat as it surrounded her, seeped into her, warmed her, she didn’t feel quite so sure. She realized after tonight that she could easily get attached to him.

She’d always been attracted to Brayden, but… They worked together, so if they did have sex, how would it affect them once they went back home? Despite her fear of being tied down—despite her anger at him for actually spanking her—she’d never felt more at peace than she did right now. Even after having sex with her subs, she’d always felt as though something was missing. Was this it? Deep inside, did she want to be dominated?

Brayden moved the tip of his fingers from her cleavage to the outside of her thigh. “What’s going through your head, kitten?”

“What’s going through yours?” she countered.

“Honestly? How much I want to throw you on the floor and fuck you senseless.”

Karina snorted, but inside a little thrill went through her at his softly spoken words.

“I told,” he murmured. “Now you have to tell me.”

She smiled slightly. “Not sure I can top that.”

“You were wet, Kay,” he whispered. “Did the punishment turn you on?”

Did it? She’d been aroused from the moment they got here. In the car even. And none of it had to do with the spanking. It all had to do with Brayden and the way he made her feel when he touched her. But she couldn’t tell him that. Not that.

“Karina,” he said more firmly.

“I think…that maybe it did.”

Brayden moved his hand between her legs. Karina tightened her thighs, holding his hand trapped. “Brayden,” she gasped.

“Karina. Open your legs.” He dipped his head and whispered in her ear. “We’re being watched, kitten.”

“We’re always watched in a club,” she murmured, but widened her thighs, allowing him to touch her.

Brayden felt the cream coating her pussy and wanted to bury his face there and taste her. She was so wet and hot, so delectably sexy as she cuddled next to his chest.

He teased her opening by slowly running his fingers around the entrance, then upward, touching just at the bottom of her clit. She shifted a bit, allowing her legs to open wider. He loved how responsive she was to his touch.

“I think I like this side of you,” he whispered. “Did you get to talk to any of the subs?”

“What?” she breathed. “Oh. Mm-hmm.”

Her fingers fisted in his shirt as he continued the teasing. God, he wanted her. His balls were drawn up so tight, they actually hurt.

“You’re really going to talk to me about this now?” she whispered.

Brayden chuckled softly and nuzzled her neck just below her ear. “Yes. What did you find out?”

He felt her shiver, then lifted his head to peer into her face. She looked up at him with half-open eyes that darkened in passion. When aroused, her eyes were such a dark, vivid blue, and right now they frowned at him in slight aggravation. “There are a couple of sadists we should check into.”

“We’ll do that.”

He thrust two fingers into her tight passage. Karina moaned as her walls contracted around his fingers, sucking them deeper. He fucked her slowly, working his fingers in and out, then pulling them free to circle her clit before thrusting back in again.

“Faster,” she commanded in a soft breathy voice.

“You don’t get to top from the bottom, kitten,” he said as he pulled his fingers free of her pussy.

“Brayden,” she moaned and glared up at him.

“Are you glaring at your Dom?” he asked.

He slid his fingers into his mouth and sucked the cream from his knuckles. God, she tasted good.

Her frown relaxed, but the heat in her eyes intensified. Brayden got the distinct impression she wanted to tie him to one of the whipping poles and flog him for not getting her off. Brayden smiled slightly.

“That’s what you get for trying to give me orders. One thing you should know, kitten. I do what I want, when I want, and
how
I want.”

Her eyes narrowed, and he chuckled.

“The sooner you learn that, the better.”

Karina strolled into her suite and dropped her purse and jacket on the table before walking to the bed and falling onto it on her stomach. She was tired and so damn aroused.

Brayden never did make her come, but then he hadn’t either, so she was sure he was just as bad off as she was. Served him right, in her opinion.

She felt the bed sink as Brayden braced his knee next to hers, swung one leg over her thighs and then leaned over, laying a hand beside each of her shoulders. Karina tensed, but didn’t say anything.

This was Brayden. Just Brayden.

“Long night,” he murmured, then kissed her shoulder. “You okay, Karina?”

“Other than being so damn horny, I could scream, I’m fine,” she grumbled into the pillow.

Brayden chuckled and kissed the side of her neck.

“You’re not helping,” she murmured.

“I know,” he whispered playfully in her ear.

Karina lifted up on her elbows and craned her neck to glare at him over her shoulder. His teasing smile put her at ease immediately, but that still didn’t lessen the lust swimming through her veins. “Get off me,” she said in her best Domme voice. “Before I knock you off.”

Brayden laughed and rolled to his back beside her on the bed. “So Mistress Kay is still here.” He put one arm across his stomach and one over his head. Humor danced in his eyes as he watched her.

“I think you had entirely too much fun tormenting me tonight,” she said. “When do I get to torment you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. You torment me every day.”

She snickered. “Since when?”

“Since the first time I saw you at the club. You and those damn sexy stilettos and that casual, confident stroll around the club that had every Dom and sub salivating.”

“I see,” she teased. “You watched me from afar, wanting but never getting. Perhaps if you were willing to be tied up.” She raised an eyebrow and waited.

“So if I let you tie me up, would you fuck me now? Cause Lord knows, I could certainly use it.”

She let her gaze travel down his body, pausing briefly at the thick erection evident behind his zipper before moving back to his face. “No.”

“No?” he asked incredulously, but Karina could tell he was teasing. “Fine, I’ll go jack off in the shower. Wanna watch, so it’s not so awkward?”

Karina laughed. “No.”

Although deep inside she definitely did. She loved his joking. Brayden was actually a lot of fun when she wasn’t wanting to rip his clothes off.

“Ah, come on. I’ve seen you watch your subs. Even gave them instruction on how to do it right. If you’re a good girl, I might even let you give
me
a little instruction. Hands on, of course,” he added with a wicked grin.

“Do you think you need instruction?” she asked.

“I think what I need is a cold shower.” His smile faded as he stared at her. “Do you have any idea how hard this is going to be keeping the club and here separate?”

She sobered as well. “I’m beginning to. If we were back home, I think it would be easier. You would have your job during the day, and I would have mine. We would go home at night to separate places.”

Brayden traced her lips with the tip of his finger. She didn’t flinch away from him like she often did when men touched her anywhere but the club. She wasn’t sure why that had stuck with her. Maybe because she’d never done anything to make it any different? She felt safe at the club, and therefore never looked for sex outside it. She’d never even been on a date.

He studied her for a few seconds, then smiled softly. He leaned up and kissed her on the tip of her nose, then said, “Good night, kitten.”

She watched him leave the room, shutting the adjoining door. Karina dropped her head and squealed into the pillow. She wanted to run after him, climb on top of him, and ride that massive cock till she came, but…they weren’t at the club.

Why was it, even after ten years, she still couldn’t bring herself to have sex when she was alone with a man? It was Brayden, for crying out loud.

“Karina,” she grumbled. “You really need to get a grip.”

Brayden sat in bed, his Kindle open on his lap, glasses perched on his nose, but he couldn’t concentrate on the words. All he could think about was how good Karina had felt in his arms.

This was going to be a tough assignment. He’d always been attracted to Karina. He’d always wondered what it would be like to be with her. Karina, on the other hand, had a lot of issues. He knew she was attracted to him, but the fact they were both Doms had forced them to keep their distance.

Her arousal at being spanked had surprised him. Maybe there was a submissive buried deep inside her that even Karina wasn’t aware of. But would she ever admit to it? Because of her past, would she ever accept it?

A noise from the adjoining room caught Brayden’s attention, and he listened closely. Was that Karina? Another moan, and he raised his eyebrow. Was the little minx masturbating? His lips twitched slightly at the thought as he took his glasses off and set them on the nightstand. Another sound, this one more like a frightened squeal, and Brayden was off the bed in a flash.