No, he hadn’t planned this, but he always believed in being prepared.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered.
She obeyed. He lifted one of her slender thighs, pushing her knee back and opening her up. He guided his shaft into her with a groan. Fuck, she felt good. He grabbed her other leg, lifted her up then wrapped them both around his waist. She was so light it reminded him again of how small she was. He would have to be careful he didn’t abuse her too much this time.
Her face was a mask of concentration. She kept clenching and unclenching her fists as if she were fighting to keep them against the wall.
“Put your hands on my shoulders, but don’t move them from there.”
Immediately, she gripped him, digging her fingers into his muscles. “Please,” she whispered.
He pulled partway out then thrust into her slowly, wanting to make this last. “Please what?”
“Don’t be gentle. Fuck me, Brian.
Please.
”
That was it. His tenuous grasp on control was lost. He rammed into her then, like the animal he’d tried not to be. She was every bit as wild as he was, feverishly kissing and nipping at his neck with her teeth as if she couldn’t get enough of him. He fucked her hard, pistoning in and out. God, she was so tight, so perfect. He wasn’t going to last long, but he was too far gone to hold back now. Already he felt his orgasm building.
“Please, Brian. Let me come. I’m so close.”
“No, not yet.”
Her face scrunched with pain as she let loose an agonizing whine.
Sweat dripped down his temple as he continued to fuck
his
submissive, claiming her, possessing her. His balls tightened as their bodies collided over and over. Genevieve matched his pace thrust for thrust, her pelvis lifting from the wall to meet him. She was so responsive, so uninhibited she drove him right to the edge.
“
Please
,” she begged.
“No,” he growled as he came hard, the force of it tensing his entire body. He fucked her slowly, wringing out every last drop of pleasure he possibly could before stopping. Panting, he pressed his forehead to hers, but Genevieve was not in the same satisfied state that he was. She made low, whimpering noises, struggling and grinding against him, seeking her own release.
“Hold still,” he ordered.
She froze, her eyes full of confusion and hurt.
“Your orgasms no longer belong to you. I own them now. When I want you to come, I’ll tell you. Right now, you don’t have my permission.”
Closing her eyes, she leaned her head against the wall and huffed. Her limbs went slack against him. He lowered her legs then removed his cock from her pussy. He waited for her to sustain her own weight before he pulled away from her. He removed the condom and disposed of it in the kitchen. When he returned, she was as he’d left her, standing against the wall, an enticing air of misery and lust surrounding her. She looked used with her stockings sagging and her hair in wild, red disarray. Yes, he’d used her. She was his to use, but he wasn’t done with her yet, not even close.
He was pleased and surprised she’d obeyed and held back her orgasm. He’d fully expected her to come regardless of how many times he told her not to. She was just that stubborn. But she’d proved him wrong. She’d resisted her own need because he’d ordered her to. For that he was going to make her scream, and love every second of it.
Gen didn’t understand. He was going to take his own pleasure and leave her like this? He wasn’t playing fair, not that she’d really expected him to. Her legs were tired, her ass was sore and she wanted to come, damn it. Hadn’t she earned that? Was this how it was going to be with him? Brian controlling her orgasms wasn’t something she’d even considered. She should have asked more questions. Stupid.
He approached her with a smug grin that made her want to scream and claw his eyes out. He grabbed her hand and urged her over to the table. He shoved the dinnerware out of the way then lifted and seated her on the table. She hissed as her abused backside made contact with the cold, smooth surface.
“What are you doing?” she asked in confusion.
He sat down on the chair before her and spread her thighs. “Do you want to come?”
She didn’t dare hope. “Yes.”
“Then shut up.”
She’d agreed to a relationship with a complete asshole. It’s not as if she hadn’t known. The hardest part was not telling him what she thought. But if she did that, she’d never get to come. Was an orgasm worth her silence? Yes, god yes. She desperately wanted release. The sex had been rough, hot, explosive, exactly how she liked it. Holding back her climax had been a miraculous feat on her part. She’d been so close, and when he’d refused her, she’d wanted to cry. So yes, she’d shut up right now if that meant she’d get off as a reward.
Leaning toward her, he captured one of her nipples with his lips, sucking it into the warmth of his mouth. She moaned low in her throat as he toyed with the ring, tugging with his teeth and sending shocks of exquisite pain through her. Back and forth, he feasted on her nipples as if they were candy and he couldn’t get enough. She was so worked up, so mindless with the need to come she wondered if he could bring her to climax this way. Unfortunately, he released her. She sighed with disappointment.
“Lie back,” he ordered.
She did as he told her, making sure she didn’t knock anything over. He placed her legs over his shoulders, adjusting her for better access.
“Don’t move and don’t come until I say you can. If you disobey me, I’ll get the cane and I can promise you won’t enjoy that nearly as much as the belt.”
The thought of being punished with a cane sent a shudder through her. She’d never been beaten with one, but she’d seen them used at the club. They were hardcore and she wasn’t sure she was ready for that.
She tried to relax, but it was damn hard when her body was wound so tightly. Brian licked the inside of her thigh, causing her pussy to throb with anticipation. Somehow she knew this wouldn’t be over quickly. He’d likely tease her into a frenzy and try to push her over the edge just because he could. If that was what he wanted, she was powerless to stop him. Actually, she was pretty sure she didn’t want to stop him.
He placed his hands on the outside of her thighs, caressing down to the flesh that was still tender from his belt. The punishment had been harsh enough to bring her close to tears. She felt perverted for how much she’d enjoyed it.
His lips drew closer to her core. She wanted to move and thrust, eager for him to find her clit and make her come. With the threat of orgasm denial looming over her, she wouldn’t dare. When he finally made it to the outer folds of her pussy, kissing and sucking on them, she moaned. So close. Just a little farther. She inched over the tiniest bit and received an excruciating pinch on her welted ass. She cried out, partly from the pain, but mostly from frustration. He was killing her. It would be a slow, blissful death, but she’d be dead just the same.
Quit being so melodramatic and get a fucking grip.
Oh god. His tongue delved inside her pussy and she had to remind herself to breathe. She wanted to beg, and before long she knew she would, but not yet. A brush from his lips on her swollen, needy clit made her moan. Another light touch, this time from his tongue, and her knees twitched. It wasn’t enough. She needed more.
Touch me, please.
A small whine escaped as he wandered away from her center and back to the sensitive flesh on her inner thigh, teasing her mercilessly. When he returned to her pussy, she shifted before she could stop herself. He responded by biting her thigh hard enough to make her yelp.
“Don’t move,” he growled against her skin, grazing it with his teeth. “I know it’s difficult, but it will be worth the wait.”
She sighed, closed her eyes and concentrated on staying still. He licked his way to her labia and teased her some more. This was a torture far worse than the belt. In fact, she’d rather have her ass blistered than have to endure another minute of denial. He circled his tongue around her clit but avoided touching it directly.
Please.
“Not yet.”
Had she said that out loud? She must have. Well, since she’d already started begging, might as well keep going. “Please, Brian. I can’t take it.”
He pulled back, spread her legs wider then slapped her hard right on top of her mound. Her eyes flew open. The sting was instant and breath-stealing and strangely arousing. Heat infused the area after the sting began to subside. Then he focused all his attention on her clit, using his tongue. Dear god, the man knew what to do with his mouth. He increased the pressure on the little bundle of nerves, sucking on it and using his teeth, driving her half mad. The pleasure was too much.
“Please, Brian.
Please.
” Was that her voice? That high-pitched sobbing?
“Not. Yet.”
Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. She shut her eyes and tried to think about something, anything other than what was going on between her legs. Something boring—work, inventory, being whipped by his belt.
No! Focus!
She made her body go liquid, releasing all the tension she’d been holding in her muscles. Damn it. That didn’t work either. She was so close. Climax was right there. If he didn’t stop, there would be nothing she could do to hold it back.
“Please let me come. I’m begging.”
He pulled his mouth away from her, but plunged two fingers into her soaked pussy. “All right, greedy slut, come.”
He lowered his mouth over her clit again and sucked hard as his fingers angled up to press her G-spot. She came with a scream, her back bowing off the table. He sucked until the sensation was unbearable. She tried to pull away, but his grip was strong and uncompromising as he held her down. She was about to tell him she couldn’t take any more when blessedly, he lifted his head and slowly withdrew his fingers.
Aftershocks rippled through her. He was right. The insane orgasm had been worth the wait. She felt used up, wrung out and blissful.
He eased her thighs from his shoulders. “Best dessert I’ve ever had.”
“I won’t tell Chris you said that.” She attempted to sit up. Her head spun in protest.
He stood and helped her up. “Easy. Take your time.”
She took a breath and blinked her eyes several times, trying to clear the fog. Brian eased her to a seated position. She propped herself up on one arm as her legs dangled off the table. He’d completely wrecked her, reduced her down to a mindless, pleading little slut. And she wanted more. Not just discipline and sex, but more of him, his touch, his praise, all of him.
Looking up, she noticed his eyes had a bit of blue around the pupils. They were warm and beautiful, fringed with long lashes she longed to brush with her fingertips. She wanted to trace the line of his jaw and kiss his soft lips with the tenderness she felt. Quickly, she lowered her gaze, afraid he would be able to read her dreamy thoughts.
They stayed that way for a few awkward, silent moments—her avoiding his gaze, him standing in front of her, but not touching her. She had no idea what to say and it seemed he didn’t either. What should she say?
Thanks for the orgasm. Could you just wrap your arms around me for a second and pretend you care so I don’t feel like such a whore?
She knew he wouldn’t. This was strictly dominance and submission, right? No sappy sentiments here.
As if confirming her thoughts, he cleared his throat and stepped away from her to fasten his pants. “Go ahead and get dressed,” he ordered, his voice curt.
She ignored the stab of hurt and shakily got to her feet. Confused and ashamed, she gathered her clothes as quickly as she could. She suddenly wanted out of this cold, oppressive house and away from Brian. Once she was dressed in her wrinkled clothes, torn stockings adjusted, flyaway hair tamed somewhat, she took a deep breath and faced the man who was now her Dom.