She spoke without thinking. “Then show me.”
“With pleasure, pet.” His hand pushed down her belly, slowly working its way south, stopping only when his fingers found her core.
And she didn’t do a damn thing to stop him.
Chapter Nine
Then show me.
Brock had never heard sexier words in his life.
He eased his fingers past the barrier of Viv’s panties and slicked between her folds. Shit, she was so fucking wet, so aroused. Just like him. He’d never been so on edge in his life. He’d taken his share of subs over the years, had lots of fun in the confines of his club and others, but those women were different. This was Viv. His sub. His fantasy.
His.
Eugene wasn’t an obstacle between them anymore. His brother had had his chance to make Viv happy, and he’d blown it. Time and time again. But not Brock. Hell no. There wasn’t a damn thing on this earth that could get him to walk away from her again.
“You’re fucking drenched, pet,” he whispered, stroking farther into her channel. “So fucking wet it’s taking every ounce of self-control I possess to keep from bending you over the nearest table and pounding your sweet pussy until you cream all over my cock. Would you like that, little sub? Would you like me to fuck you in front of all my friends?”
She didn’t need to answer in words. The increasing moisture in her cunt did the speaking for her. The idea intrigued her, excited her, even if her mind might not allow her the freedom to indulge her curiosities. At least not yet anyway.
Watching other scenes being played out had excited her to no end. But what would she think about performing one of her own? There was only one way to find out.
After all, she’d asked him to show her sex without boundaries, hadn’t she?
He took the decision out of her hands. “Come, my little sub, let’s go someplace a little more private.” He didn’t give her a chance to voice an objection. Or a confirmation.
He withdrew his fingers from her wetness, draped his arm over her shoulder and steered her through the patrons. His destination? The back of the club, what everyone called The Dark Side and for obvious reasons. The lighting was a good fifty percent darker than the rest of the club.
But aside from being darker, the precise area he planned to take her was fairly secluded, which should give her a feeling of increased intimacy. She’d been the perfect little sub in his office. Hopefully, she’d still be the perfect little sub here.
He glanced at Viv as they passed into the dimmer half of the club. They’d yet to venture this far, something he’d done intentionally. No sense dumping her right into the boiling water. He’d wanted to turn up the heat incrementally. Ravenous. His office. Restrained Fantasies. And now The Dark Side.
Deep-red lighting bathed the area. Nervousness dampened the flames of the fiery woman he’d held moments ago, and when she spoke, her voice tightened to a razor’s edge. “Where are we going?”
“To mine and Stephen’s spot.” Like at the restaurant, he and Stephen had their own platform, and with Stephen otherwise occupied, the spot would be empty.
Their section of The Dark Side looked similar to the rest of the club—but with a few little extras. Several different types of chains hung suspended over their platform, as well as others mounted to the floor. A plethora of other bondage gear sat on a four-tier shelf within arm’s length of the platform, including a basket stocked with condoms. Plus one more thing Stephen had insisted on.
Mirrors. Lots and lots of mirrors.
The reflective surfaces lined the platform on three sides, sectioning off the area nicely. One of the many benefits to being king in his own little paradise.
Viv’s eyes turned huge as she scanned the area. “I, um, um…I thought you said you weren’t into the extreme stuff.”
“I’m not.”
“Then what’s with, um…” She planted her feet, as if uncomfortable for the first time. “What’s with all this stuff?”
“Easy, my sweet.” He drew an index finger down the side of her neck. “We’ve been over this. I’m into erotic control. Nothing more.”
She shook her head, unbelieving. His poor, sweet sub looked convinced he’d start whipping her at any moment.
Better set her at ease.
He held a hand toward her. “Come here and let me paint you a picture of just what might lay in your very near future.”
When she placed her hand in his, he pulled her to him, her back to his front, and wrapped his arms around her, one hand cupping her breast and the other cupping her cunt. “Now close your eyes.” He waited a couple breaths to give her time to comply. “I’ve blindfolded you, little sub, and strapped you to my bed. Your arms are immobilized, your legs spread open, your pussy completely and utterly exposed to me.
For
me. I can do whatever I want to do to you and there’s not a damn thing you can do to stop me. I can fuck you with a vibrator. Maybe finger you for a while. I can tease your nipples with a feather or maybe put a clamp on them…”
The delicate circle in her throat worked as she swallowed. He took it as a good sign and continued.
“I can make you come at my whim…or keep you from it. I’m in complete control of you and your pleasure. That power, that control…that’s what gets me off. Watching my sub shiver with anticipation over what I’m going to do next.”
She swallowed again, harder. Her heart bounded beneath her voluptuous breasts. Her head rolled slightly to the side.
He took immediate advantage of the move and nipped at the soft, supple skin of her neck, her shoulder. “But as enthralling as it is to direct my sub’s passions, it’s just as much fun to use them to direct my own. Tell her exactly what to do to me to make me explode.”
Viv moaned, clawed at his thighs, at his leathers. “And just, um, how’s that accomplished…Sir?”
“Why don’t you get on your knees and find out.”
“Here?” The word escaped as nothing more than a squeak.
“Yes. You wanted me to show you sex without boundaries, didn’t you?”
“Yes. Of course.” She looked to the right, the left. “But the people—”
“Don’t give a damn.” He spun her around and cupped her chin, making damn sure he had her undivided attention. But he also wanted to be close enough to observe every subtle nuance of her face, to see when he’d pushed her too far. “Yes, they might watch—as you watched others—but in the same way you enjoyed watching Stephen work over Marina, people will enjoy watching me work you in whatever manner I deem fit.”
Crimson tinged her cheeks. Her breath puffed in and out of her chest a little faster.
Fear?
Anticipation?
One way to find out…
“Tonight, my little sub, I want to push you. I want to challenge you. I want to show you pleasure unlike anything you’ve ever known, but only if you give yourself to me freely.”
“Give myself to you?”
“Safe, sane and consensual,” he reminded her. “I may be the Dom, but that doesn’t mean you’re powerless.” He gave her about fifteen seconds to digest his words then continued. “Will you give yourself completely to me tonight, experience everything my lifestyle has to offer?”
She hesitated—but for only a second. “Yes.”
Relief cascaded through him and he couldn’t stop himself from capturing his sub’s mouth with his. Her arousal at watching others was one thing. An important thing. But freely giving herself to him was even bigger.
He couldn’t have asked for anything more.
He severed their kiss. “Stay put,” he whispered, caressing her face for a brief second before moving off in search of the perfect means in which to subdue her.
He grabbed one of the chains suspended over the platform. The restraint attached to a runner. It would give Viv a good range of motion, but he could still subdue her easily if he wanted. But would a good range of motion be a good thing tonight? Probably not. His best bet was to put her on a shorter leash.
He released the chain then plucked one from the floor. It only had about a three-foot reach, which would force Viv into a kneeling position, and he could think of plenty for her to do while down there.
“Get on your knees, my pet.”
But like with his last command, she hesitated. A war must be raging inside her, the conflict revealed in her darkening eyes. She wanted to submit, she didn’t. Maybe he could offer a little, um, encouragement.
“You got a good look at my world, but while you were taking everything in,
I
was watching
you
. I got a good sense of what turned you on and what made you feel uncomfortable. And now I’m going to use what I learned to help your inner desires come out and play, just like you asked.” He kissed her nose. “I gave you a lot of liberty earlier. I wanted you free to ask questions, see everything, but that liberty ended when you gave yourself to me. From here on out, you do what I say when I say. Is that understood, sub? Say ‘yes Sir’ if you understand.”
“Y-yes Sir.”
“Good girl.” He stroked an index finger against her temple, cheek, neck. “Do you remember your safe word?”
She nodded.
“I want to hear you say it.”
“Red, Sir,” she whispered.
“Very good. If you use your safe word, I will stop whatever I’m doing, no questions asked, but remember this…” He tightened his grip on her, not enough to actually hurt her, but enough to get her full attention. His next point was important. “Your safe word’s
not
a word you throw around when you’re a little uncomfortable. Aside from severely pissing me off and interfering with my ability to read you properly, you’re never going to get a good evaluation of your own sexual threshold. You’ll never know what really turns you on or turns you off unless you truly allow yourself to experience the lifestyle. Understand?”
She nodded.
“That’s an unacceptable way to answer your Dom. So I’ll ask one last time. Do you understand?”
“Yes Sir,” she whispered.
“Good girl.” He kissed her nose. “Now remember how to correctly answer me, because the next time you answer me incorrectly, there will be a punishment.”
Her eyes went wide.
He bit back a smile and didn’t elaborate on punishment. He’d probably get a better result if he let her imagination run wild. “Now that we understand each other, get on your knees, little sub.”
She didn’t hesitate in the slightest—even if that doe-in-the-headlights look stayed locked on her beautiful face.
He held his hand toward her. “Give me your wrists.”
“Yes Sir,” she whispered.
He shackled the chain to her wrist cuffs. She gave the restraints a subtle tug, as if checking to see how restrained she was. The entire scene made his chest—and his cock—swell with need. Viv was such a breathtaking sight, frightened but yet still trusting him enough to put herself in his hands. Nothing was more humbling—or exhilarating—to a Dom.
Bending at the waist, he pressed one last kiss to her lips. She’d gotten a good look at the lifestyle, but now the real fun began.
He pushed back to his feet and slowly, his gaze never stopping its examination of his new sub, unbuttoned his pants. “Open your mouth, sub.”
Her lips pursed. She swallowed hard. But in the end, she obeyed. She displayed more hesitation than he typically tolerated in his bottoms, but her hesitancy was well within acceptable limits for a newbie. And he rewarded her submission.
Drawing the knuckle of his index finger along her chin, he smiled at her. “Good girl. Now keep your pretty mouth open until I say so. Nod once if you understand.”
She nodded once.
He freed his cock from his leathers. He wasn’t completely hard, but knowing Viv’s lush lips were about to be wrapped around him was rapidly remedying that.
He tugged on his erection until his balls took center stage. “You can start by sucking these a while, and if you do a good job, I might allow you the privilege of actually sucking my cock.”
This time, she didn’t hesitate, not for a split second, before leaning close and drawing one of his orbs into her mouth. Her tongue caressed the stone from beneath, moving it around in all her super-wet heat.
His eyes rolled back but he forced himself to remain focused. He needed to get a better gauge on how far she’d let him take her. In his wild imaginings, he’d gotten pretty rough with her—as rough as he was comfortable with anyway—and in his fantasies, Viv had loved every minute of his attention. But would real-life Viv?
He fucking hoped so.
She pulled back slightly and traced her tongue along the underside of his sac, careful strokes that made his balls draw in toward his body. Her wet heat made him crazy, and when she opened wide and drew both stones into her mouth, it took all his self-restraint not to tell her to open wide so he could fuck that sexy mouth.
“Mmm,” he groaned. “That’s good, little sub. I think you’ve earned yourself some cock.” When she pulled back, he cupped a hand along the underside of her chin and held her still. “Now close your mouth and don’t you dare open it until I tell you. Do you understand?”
“Yes Sir, I—”
He slapped the side of her cheek with his cock. “I thought I told you not to open your mouth, sub.”
Her lips clamped together and she nodded.
“That’s better.” Gripping the base of his erection, Brock traced his tip over her closed lips until they glistened with his pre-cum. Beautiful. Stunning. Spectacular. No, none of those words did justice to the sight of Viv with
his
juices on her lips. His woman. His sub.