Clark, Rachel - Alicia's Awakening (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (15 page)

“Shit,” he growls as his fingers tighten in my hair and his cock throbs in my mouth. “Do that again.” I try hard to follow his instructions, whimpering slightly when I feel him slide deeper down my throat. He holds still. “Swallow.” Finally I manage it, and groan with him this time. “Do you need to use your safe word, little sub?”

I try to shake my head, but his grip holds me still. He seems ready to withdraw so that I can answer him verbally. I suck harder instead, taking him by surprise. “Perfect,” he says as he starts fucking my mouth harder, faster, sliding deeper. Soon he’s my whole world, my only thought to control my gag reflex and swallow when I can. He’s panting, grunting, gripping my hair harder. I feel him twitch, his cock suddenly seeming wider as he pulls back slightly and bathes the back of my throat with his cum. I swallow convulsively as stream after stream pulses into my mouth.

Groaning a sound of satisfaction, he carefully eases from my mouth. He gathers a drop of cum from my lips with his finger and presses it onto my tongue. I lick his finger, closing my eyes as I savor the taste.

“Thank you, little sub,” he says as he leans down to press a kiss to my lips. “I’ve never done that without a condom before.”

“Never?” I ask, feeling a little stunned. Most people don’t understand that oral sex without a condom can be just as dangerous as unprotected vaginal sex when it comes to sexually transmitted infections. Thankfully, we both know the results of our latest tests, and we’ve already discussed my lack of sex life before meeting him. But there is one question I probably should have asked, though. “When was the last time you trained a sub?”

“About three months ago,” he says absently as he moves around me to unclip my wrist cuffs. I cry out when he moves my arms. I didn’t realize that I’d been bound long enough for it to hurt. He massages my shoulders and upper arms as I try to remember why I asked my question.

“Three months?” I finally ask in alarm. There are diseases that can take more than three months to show up in blood tests. Surely he knows that.

“Hey,” he says quietly as I begin to shake in reaction. “I don’t have sex with all the subs I train.” He squats down in front of me. “I wouldn’t have discarded the condoms if there had been any chance it wasn’t safe for both of us.”

“Oh,” I say, feeling awful for having doubted him. But I am very glad for his reassurance. I still can’t contain my curiosity though. “How long has it been since you had sex before me?” I quickly tack on the word “Sir.” Technically we are still Dom and sub right now.

He smiles and laughs softly. “Longer than I care to admit.” He must read my next question in my eyes because he lifts a finger to my mouth, shushing me. “More than twelve months. That’s all you need to know.”

I press a kiss to his finger—I can’t help myself—but I’m still a little miffed by his evasiveness. Hell, I had to tell him the exact number of months. He lifts his finger higher to tap my nose.

“Behave, little sub, or I won’t give you your reward for being so good while I had a visitor.”

My reward? I grin. I like rewards. The last one he gave me for being good left me completely, utterly, thoroughly exhausted. I really hope it’s one of those types of rewards.

“Good girl,” he says, obviously reading my excitement in my eyes. “I have some paperwork I need to do. I want you to go have a nap. You’re going to need your strength.” His wide grin suggests I’m in for a hell of a ride, but I can see that his enthusiasm for it doesn’t really match mine. Not knowing what it is, maybe I shouldn’t get so excited. The past few days he’s pushed me to my limits and beyond several times. I suspect he’s trying to get me to use my safe word. I’ve only felt the need that one time, but he stopped before the word left my lips. He smoothes a thumb over my brow, perhaps trying to ease the worry line that is probably there. “It’s okay, little sub. I’m pretty sure you’re going to like this reward.”

“But you won’t, Sir,” I say, without really making it a question.

“I’m not sure yet,” he says with a crooked smile. “Get some rest. I’ll come and get you in a couple of hours.”

“Yes, Sir,” I say, glancing down at the mess I’ve made to the glass table.

He laughs softly. “Clearly, exhibitionism is something you want to explore.”

I know I’m blushing, I can feel the heat in my cheeks, but it’s soon forgotten when he lowers his fingers to my pussy and pushes inside.

“Perhaps my little sub deserves a part of her reward now.”

I nod eagerly, moaning as his fingers push deeper and his other hand eases my knees wider apart. His thumb finds my clit and rubs over the tender nub at the same time that he presses his lips to mine. I wrap my arms around him, holding on for dear life as his firm touch quickly drives me to the brink of orgasm. My sadistic Dom holds me there for a while, teasing my clit just enough to make me insane.

Finally he says, “Come for me, little one,” before plunging his tongue back into my mouth and forcing his fingers deeper into my pussy and his thumb harder against my clit. I shudder all over, shaking violently as orgasm overwhelms me. He gentles his movements, easing me through the maelstrom of sensations, kissing me lovingly as my body settles down and liquid heat flows through my veins. I moan, oversensitive to his touch as he slowly pulls his fingers from my body. He continues to kiss me softly as he lifts me into his arms and carries me toward the bathroom.

He places me feetfirst on the cool tiles and holds me close until I’m steady enough to stand on my own. “Quick shower and then into bed.”

With a last kiss on the tip of my nose, he leaves the room.

* * * *

Doug quickly cleaned up the living area and then headed into his study. Usually when training subs he kept this area as his own, but with Alicia he’d broken his own rules and invited her into his inner sanctum. He glanced at the wide leather chair he’d dragged in here for her to sit on so that he could keep her close even when he was working. He’d been lucky this vacation. Only a handful of work-related things had needed his attention, but it had been very satisfying to have Alicia so close while he did what was necessary.

He was almost tempted to grab her out of the shower and put her in her chair. Her chair—that was how he’d come to think of it.

He scrubbed a hand down his face. In a few hours she wouldn’t even be his sub anymore. He had to get a grip. She was just like any other sub he’d trained over the years. When her training was finished, he would let her go.

Now, if he could just think that thought without anxiety gripping his belly and disappointment clawing at his heart.

Chapter Sixteen

I slide into the newly made bed with fresh, clean sheets and finally realize that the whole time I’ve been here I’ve done no housework. I know Doug has a housekeeping service that comes in twice a week when he’s working, but he told me that he cancels them when he’s on vacation. Since I got here, Doug has literally done everything—cooking, cleaning, and taking care of me.

I’m a little surprised at how selfish I’ve been. The least I could have done was offer to help. How many times has he sat me on the stool in the kitchen and ordered me to bring myself to orgasm while he does the dishes? Okay, so he has a dishwasher, but still…

For now I’ll do as my Dom says, but I plan to speak to him about letting me help more.

Unless… Is that what he wants? Maybe being in charge and doing everything his way is part of his Dom personality. And I certainly can’t argue that he enjoys watching me shatter on that damn stool each time. I shudder at the memories. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to sit on a stool again without remembering each and every mind-blowing orgasm that Doug has given me.

Somewhere along my musings I must have fallen asleep because I wake to find my arm being fastened to the chain at the top of the bed. I wriggle my legs and realize they’re already locked into place.

“Doug?” I whisper sleepily. I’m certain it’s him but I seem to have been dreaming about Lachlan, so the abrupt transition is a little confusing. It’s also a little concerning that I’m still dreaming about my best friend when I’m sure I’ve fallen irrevocably in love with Doug as well.

“Yes, little sub,” Doug says reassuringly. “I have a gift for you.”

“A gift, Sir?” I ask hopefully as all sorts of wild ideas run through my head. Never let it be said that I don’t have an overactive imagination.

“But first…” he says as he climbs onto the bed between my thighs. He doesn’t finish the sentence, but the first touch of his tongue has me lifting off the bed. Oh boy, there is a definite difference between oral with a dental dam and oral without that soft latex barrier. He pries the lips of my pussy open wide, then licks up to my clit, reverses direction, and stabs his tongue into my channel. Over and over he torments me, growling at me to behave each time I’m on the verge of coming. God, I’m strung so tightly I can barely breathe, but there’s no way I can defy him. He’s become my world, my center, my anchor.

I cry out when the door chime rings through the apartment.

Now?

Someone is visiting
now?

I want to sob as Doug levers himself off the end of the bed.

“Back in a moment,” he says with a smile. I get the impression he meant it to be a wicked grin, but he didn’t quite pull it off. Perhaps he senses my disquiet because he cups my face, tries a slightly more genuine grin and adds, “Stay here.”

Uh-huh. Considering how well my Dom likes to restrain me, I’m not going anywhere.

He winks as he leaves the room, his face still shiny with my juices. A part of me is terrified that he’ll answer the door like that. A larger part hopes that he will.

My heart almost stops beating when I hear a familiar voice.

“Hi, Lachlan,” Doug says in that friendly, calm way he has of talking. Nobody who knew him outside the BDSM lifestyle would realize how bossy he is. Even I hadn’t believed him until he’d spanked my ass and forced me to come. Fuck, talk about birth by fire. I hadn’t even considered any kinky type of sex before Doug. Now I doubt I could think of sex without it.

Maybe it’s even why I fantasize about Lachlan joining us.

I feel my pussy pulse, my juices leaking onto my already-wet thighs, but then I close my eyes and think about how shocked Lachlan would be. He’s been my best friend all my life. I can’t imagine my future without him. It’s why I’ve never confessed what I feel for him. My heart pounds heavily, the sharp ache testament to how much our friendship means to me.

But Doug is important to me now, too.

“Am I on time?” Lachlan asks Doug. On time for what? I have no idea what he’s talking about and I start worrying that Doug made plans and then forgot them. Fuck, what could he have forgotten?

“Your timing is perfect,” Doug says as he closes and locks the front door. I can hear the clunk of Lachlan’s heavy boots on the tiled floor as he and Doug walk across the living area, but as the footsteps draw closer to the bedroom I can feel panic drilling through my belly. Surely Doug remembers I’m naked in here. To say I’m not dressed for visitors is a huge fucking understatement.

“Sir,” I whisper in distress as his broad shoulders fill the doorway. I can’t see Lachlan yet, but I know he’s there. I plead with my eyes for Doug to at least cover me with the quilt. He glances at the discarded bedding, clearly understanding what I’m asking, but shakes his head and gives me a sad smile.

“I’m afraid this submissive is feeling rather shy today, Lachlan. Perhaps you can do something to help her relax.”

“Of course, Master Doug,” he says with a dip of his head as he steps through the doorway.

My pussy is creaming, my breasts are pulled tight, every inch of me is tingling in anticipation, but yet, my mouth is hanging open in surprise.

Lachlan is one of the most dominating men I’ve ever met. I think it’s partly what attracted me to Doug’s dominating personality in the first place, but I have absolutely no idea why he’s addressing Doug like that. I know they’re friends, but even though I’ve talked to him every night he’s been away, I’ve never discussed mine and Doug’s kinky Dom-sub sex life with Lachlan. Yet, when he looks at me, he doesn’t seem the least bit surprised.