“Marc, please.” Her frustration grew.
“What did you call me?”
“Sir!” She ground the word out, which didn’t please him at all. “You know what I need.”
“Doms can’t read minds. Now, tell me—respectfully.”
She groaned, but needed to learn to respond properly to a Dom’s questions. Most couldn’t read minds. Bodies, yes, especially hers.
Dio
, she was so expressive.
“I need you to touch me, Sir. Faster.”
“The speed is not up to you,
Amore
, but your Dom. Touch you where?”
“There.”
“Where?”
“My clit!”
He needed to work on her lack of proper respect, so he stopped and waited.
She sighed. “Sir, please touch my clit, Sir.”
Better
. He smiled as he thought of how her sandwiching her request between two sirs reminded him of boot camp. Sir, yes, sir! He wondered if she would want to have another scene with Luke. He really needed to get the man into the game, if she truly was meant for him, according to his dream the other night.
But he’d worry about Luke later. His finger resumed its movement, increasing the speed he massaged the sides of her clit, remaining outside her hood. Her breathless panting and
gattina
mewling told him she approached the crest. She leaned back against the seat and tilted her pelvis upward to give him easier access. He wet his thumb at her entrance, then slid two fingers inside her, positioning his thumb over her engorged clit and his fingers on her G-spot.
“Oh, God, yes!”
This seemed as good a time as any to spell out a few more rules for exactly what he expected of Angelina this week.
“You will not come without permission, pet.”
She opened her eyes, which held the glazed look of a woman about to reach an orgasm. Confused by the interruption, she asked, “What?”
“Just like last night, you will have to ask for permission to come, or be told by me when to come, or you will be punished. This time, I want you to ask.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“Wrong question.” He halted the motion of his fingers and thumb and her pussy muscles clenched around his fingers in frustration. “I assure you I would never joke about something as important as my toy’s orgasms.”
She shrugged. “Okay. Sir, can I come?”
He’d definitely have to work on her attitude. Not to mention her grammar. Why was it Americans slaughtered their own language? “
May
I come?” he corrected her.
“What!?” His fingers remained motionless inside her. She tried to move against his hand.
“Remain still.”
She stopped moving and surrendered with a sigh. “
May
I come?”
“Sir,” he reminded.
She looked over at Luke, as if he would rescue her. Luke shrugged. “Sorry, darlin’. That stuff’s between you two.”
She looked back at Marc and groaned, her frustration evident. “
Sir
, may I come? Now!”
“Are you topping from the bottom?”
“No, actually, I’m begging from the bottom. Damn it, Sir Marc. Let Me Come!”
“You two are making it damned hard for me to keep this vehicle on the road,” Luke complained. His knuckles whitened as he held onto the steering wheel with a death grip.
Marc laughed, but his focus quickly returned to Angelina’s training. She had a lot to learn about how to speak respectfully to a Dom. But learn she would.
“You’ll be punished for speaking to your Dom in that tone.” Marc felt her vaginal muscles spasm around his fingers and he smiled. The thought of being disciplined aroused her, whether she fully accepted the idea of enjoying punishment or not.
“Sir, please. I need to come! Please don’t bring me this close again and leave me hanging.”
He heard the need in her voice. Yet, her request to come was far from where he wanted it. His fingers remained still.
“When you obey, you’ll find your experiences will be much more pleasurable.”
She bit her lower lip, taking slow, deep breaths, trying to regain self-control. Damn her and that tight rein she kept on herself. But he could wait. He watched her breasts rise and fall. Lovely. Yes, he could enjoy this view all day.
“Please, Sir, may I come?” she pleaded sweetly.
He smiled. Much better. “Yes, pet.” With his free hand, he reached up and pinched her right nipple—hard—then rolled her nub. Her pussy muscles clenched around his fingers and he resumed pumping in and out of her pussy, stimulating her G-spot, as his thumb rubbed her erect clit.
“Come. Now.”
“Oh, yes!” She reached out to grab his and Luke’s thighs and hung on for dear life. Her pelvis bucked against his hand as she crested, then tumbled over the peak. “Yesssss!
Mio Dio!
I’m coming!”
But of course you are. I permitted it
.
He smiled as she flew apart for him. When her quivering pussy settled down to sporadic spasms, she looked over at Marc and smiled. “Thank you, Sir.” After a short pause, she added, “May I have another?”
Marc laughed loud and long. Absolutely enchanting. Not to mention totally bratty. He was going to have such fun correcting her misbehavior. He regretted not letting her stay with him, but knew that he’d still have time with her this week.
He grinned and leaned over to kiss her, when her eyes opened wide and she scooted her ass further back on the bench seat.
“Oh!” Angelina reached on the floorboard to retrieve her purse and pulled out a piece of paper. “I almost forgot to tell you where to drop me off.”
Marc’s fingers pulled out of her pussy. “What do you mean, pet? You’re staying with Luke, of course.”
“Look, I like you both a lot and look forward to seeing you this week, but I’m not moving in with either of you, even for a week.”
Marc had no intention of leaving her with someone he didn’t know could protect her. One of the reasons he’d chosen Luke’s place over his, apart from the intimacy issue, was that Luke worked from a shop in the garage of his townhouse. He’d be home tomorrow, while Marc had to lead a group of high-school reunion friends on a day hike to Summit Lake on Mt. Evans.
“Anyway, I made the arrangements to stay with a friend in the Five Points area. You told me I couldn’t lie to Mama, Marc, so I called her this morning and asked if she’d like me to give her cooking classes in exchange for a place to stay. She agreed.”
Angelina handed him the piece of paper. “Can you give Luke directions? I don’t know Denver very well.”
Marc hadn’t seen this coming. Rattled, he accepted the paper and looked at the address. He blinked and looked at the words again. Angelina wanted them to drop her off at the Masters at Arms club?
Oh, shit. This couldn’t be good
.
Marc needed to get a message to Adam telling him not to recognize him or Luke. And how was he supposed to clue Luke in not to mention their involvement in the club? Why didn’t he just come clean now about being the dungeon monitor who failed her that night? Hell, no, because he wanted to make it up to her first. For reasons he couldn’t explain to himself, he didn’t want her to see him as a failure.
Chapter Sixteen
Angelina watched Marc pull out his smart phone, still holding onto the club’s address. She was glad the building didn’t have a neon sign out front proclaiming it to be a kink club. Karla had told her to go to the private entrance. Maybe Marc and Luke wouldn’t realize what went on inside the place by looking at the exterior. Could she get them to just drop her off at the door without going in?
He held the phone in such a way that she couldn’t see what he was doing. Probably checking for directions.
“I can put the address in the GPS here, if you like,” she offered, pointing to the device mounted on the dash.
“No, that won’t be necessary,” Marc said. “I already…I have an app on here.”
More and more houses and condos began popping up as they drove through Littleton. The closer they came to Denver, the faster her heart beat. She was looking forward to seeing Karla again, but wished her newfound friend didn’t live in the very place she’d been beaten by Allen. Of course, she knew Karla lived in the private living quarters, so she’d just avoid the downstairs club area and stick to the safer rooms in the house.
Like the kitchen. She couldn’t wait to see what it would look like. She hoped there was decent equipment, but what were the chances a club like that would have a gourmet kitchen? She’d have to make do.
Despite her best efforts, she couldn’t keep her mind from wandering back to that awful night last month or to Allen’s brutal attack Friday night She shuddered.
“Cold?” Luke reached for the heater control and turned it up.
“Thanks.” Hardly, but she didn’t intend to explain she’d been thinking of Allen. The sooner Marc and Luke forgot about him, the better. Maybe by next weekend the whole incident will have blown over and she could get her life back.
Marc wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer to his side. She cuddled against him, struck once more by how safe he made her feel. Maybe there was something to be said for a dominant man. At least you knew where you stood. Marc said he’d never hurt her. While the spanking had hurt like hell, he’d intermingled the pain with pleasure. When he had semi-restrained her, he’d done nothing but provide her with the most diabolical orgasm known to woman. He seemed to only want to please her.
What’s not to love about that?
Whoa! Nobody said anything about love. This was sex and submission, nothing more. At least, she hoped there would be sex this time.
What would it be like to submit to Marc—truly submit—not just playing like they were now. Well, she was playing; she wasn’t so sure about Marc. How did he plan to punish her, she wondered. She’d downloaded enough e-books with BDSM themes to know Marc hadn’t even begun to torment her body with the many techniques, equipment, and toys available to the avid enthusiasts. And he was nothing if not avid.
Was he into public scenes? The thought of returning to the club’s playroom made her stomach churn. The room Allen had taken her to was more like a dungeon than a playroom, although she knew from her novels that a true dungeon was much scarier.
She’d spent years trying to become independent and to take charge of her life. With Allen, she’d only agreed to submit because she wanted to spice things up and see what all the fuss was about in her books. She’d felt nothing the few times they’d had vanilla sex. Then Marc and Luke had shown her how fantastic sex could be.
But Marc would want more than her body to submit. He’d want her mind—and maybe a bit of her soul. That was more than she was willing to give a man.
“What are you thinking so hard about, pet?”
“Lots of things.”
“Choose one and tell me.”
“Do all kink clubs have a dungeon?”
He laughed robustly. “Now, if I’d known you were thinking about kink clubs and dungeons, I’d have asked you to share more than one thought.”
“I’m just curious.”
“Yes,
gattina mia
. You are that.” He chuckled, then stroked her bare thigh in an affectionate way. “It is one of the traits I love most about you.”
The mention of the word love scared her at first, but of course, he didn’t mean love like that. She relaxed. No ties. Well, not the emotional ones, anyway.
“I don’t know about all clubs, but the one I…the ones I’ve been to usually do. But it’s in an area not accessible to any but those who are looking for one.”
She shuddered at the thought of what went on in the dungeon. Did the Masters at Arms have a dungeon?
“What would someone do in a dungeon?”
“Don’t worry, pet. You aren’t going to be visiting a dungeon anytime soon—if ever. Not with this Dom, at least.”
Angelina released the breath she’d been holding and relaxed against him again. She realized she had no clue what Marc expected to gain from this week’s lessons, but was too afraid to ask. Was he into having a woman be subservient to him twenty-four/seven, or only in the bedroom? And living room? And kitchen? And any other room in which he chose to make her obey?
How could she be an obedient submissive twenty-four/seven? She had no desire to submit to anyone that way. She got tired of Marc telling her what to do after a while. But she enjoyed hearing him tell her she had pleased him. Was that only because she wanted to avoid punishments like the spanking she’d received? How would she handle something more intense than that? She’d better stay on his good side this week, whenever they were together, at least. Well, starting now. She was already in trouble.
If she spoke her safe word, would he merely end the scene—or could they just hit pause? Marc hadn’t really said what the consequences would be. She should ask him. Clarify things. Why was talking about sex so hard? Still…
“Marc? I mean, Sir?”
Marc’s arm pulled her even closer to him and he placed his chin on the top of her head. She smiled, apparently having pleased him by remembering to use his title. “Yes,
Amore
?”
Her heart fluttered at the endearment. “Um…” Oh, why hadn’t she just keep her mouth shut?
“What is it, pet? Did you have a question?”
Why couldn’t he just read her thoughts like the Doms in romances novels sometimes did? She took a deep breath. “Yes, Sir. I was wondering…what would happen if I used my safe word?”
“The scene would stop immediately.”
“What if…what if I just wanted to pause and regroup?”
“Ah, you can designate a word for that, as well. Many use ‘yellow,’ like the traffic light. No, it doesn’t mean floor it like some drivers interpret the yellow.”
She smiled at his analogy. “Then what happens?”
“Whether you used red or yellow, we would stop and discuss what you’re feeling and how we might adjust the scene to either continue or plan a future scene to make it less overwhelming.”
“So, you wouldn’t stop…um, being my Dom, if I used my safe word?”
Marc leaned back and cupped her chin to turn her face toward his. He smiled as if indulging a child. “No, pet. You’ve asked me to train you this week. I am committed to you during that time. Until I get to know you and your body better, I won’t know all of your limits. I can only learn those by your being honest with me and telling me when you’ve reached one, so that I can pull back and renegotiate the scene. Communication is the most important tool in a Dom/sub relationship. You must always be honest with me.”