Shockwave (Impulse Book 1) Page 12
Oh, God. She’d forgotten her disobedience. “Behind my head, Sir.” She wished she could see his face so she could read his expression.
The spankings had stung, but she suspected they were more to prove his point than from any real problem with her behavior. He’d admitted he liked what she’d done, and that knowledge was power.
“We’ll keep your wrists bound for now as a reminder.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
He tugged on the plug. She groaned. After the sharp slap he’d given her, that area was more sensitive than usual.
“With this plug in your butt, your cunt will be even tighter than usual. Fucking may be uncomfortable for you.”
“I understand, Sir.” Her entire body was on fire. “I want you, Sir.” More than anything, she craved his domination.
He moved away. She craned her head to watch him don a condom. She licked her lower lip. About time.
“I’m not giving you my cock until you stop moving. I’ll fuck you when you comply with my orders.”
Beast. He was an absolute beast. Most males weren’t able to resist her, and none of them had any idea that she more often than not set the rhythm.
She steadied her breathing and concentrated on keeping her body still.
“Much better.”
First she heard his movement, then he pressed the tip of his penis against her vaginal opening.
“Don’t move,” he warned her.
“Yes, Sir.”
He inserted his cockhead into her cunt.
Despite his orders, she wriggled.
“Problem, sub?”
“Sir, this is impossible!” He had no idea what he was asking of her.
She hated it. She liked it. The complexity of this relationship astounded her.
“More?”
“Please.” Despite the fact they’d fucked earlier, the edge was still there. In fact, impossibly, she was hungrier than she had been. “Yes, yes, please, Sir.”
Instead of giving in, he feathered a few light touches across her swollen clit. She was panting, desperate for him to claim her.
He pulled out then pressed forward a bit deeper.
She gasped. Being fucked with such a big plug in place was mind-blowing. There was no way he’d get his entire cock inside her.
He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her back toward his thrusting hips. She cried out. It took several strokes for him to sink in to his balls.
The sensations were overwhelming. She panted, almost unable to breathe.
“I like the way your ass and pussy are full for me.”
“Me, too, Sir.”
He moved one hand from her shoulder and placed his free arm under her belly to tilt her pelvis.
“Kukae!” The angle pressed his cock against her G-spot.
“Do you need to use a safe word?”
“No! I need to orgasm.”
“You may only come with permission.”
She was helpless.
He’d secured her wrists, held one shoulder, and he’d filled her pussy and ass totally. This man possessed her body.
She was afraid he was working on her soul, too.
He withdrew his cock.
“Please, Sir, I want you inside me. I want to feel you. I want to come.”
“Stay exactly in this position.”
He moved his arm from under her hipbones then pulled her head back, imprisoning her. She was helpless, needy, greedy. “Fuck me, Sir!”
He did. Hard. Fast. The way she liked it.
She met each thrust, keeping her legs apart to invite him deep inside.
The sensation of his hard cock in combination with the rigid glass plug overwhelmed her. Despite his orders, an orgasm unfurled deep inside her. “Sir? Sir! I need to come.”
“Hold it.”
She didn’t know if she could. Trying, desperate, she drank in dozens of short breaths.
“Just a little longer,” he told her.
She wasn’t sure if it was a command or a request.
“I… I…”
“Don’t you dare come, Alani, unless you want to be punished.”
He blew her mind.
Master Nathaniel let go of her shoulder and slapped the side of her thigh. The sting burned her skin. Even though his hand was digging into her hair and pressed against her skull, she moved her head from side to side. She couldn’t hold off, couldn’t. “Sir!”
“Now,” he ordered.
The orgasm ripped through her. She cried out and clenched her pussy around his cock. He impaled her, controlled her. He pressed a finger against the base of the plug, keeping it in place as she climaxed.
The feelings of surrender, pain and pleasure overwhelmed her. “Thank you,” she murmured. “Thank you, thank you.” She’d never had an orgasm that powerful, that sustained.
“Oh, Alani. My perfect, perfect sub. I’m not done with you.”
Chapter Seven
Her body was still shaking as he drove into her again.
Did the man show no mercy?
He released her head and captured her hips, holding her exactly where he wanted her as he fucked her.
She was lost.
Instead of fighting, she surrendered.
She was carried away on the heady mixture of pain and bliss. The plug hurt. His occasional slap burned. And he dragged orgasm after orgasm from her.
“So beautiful.”
His approval made her fly on euphoric wings. “Sir… Sir…” She had no idea what she was asking for, but he seemed to know, exactly.
He filled her, demanded her response, fucked her for an impossible amount of time.
When she was sure she could take no more, he changed the tempo. His cock seemed bigger, his thrusts more powerful.
She wanted him to come. She hungered for his possession.
“Get your ass up higher, Alani.”
She struggled to accommodate him. Between his strong thrusts and her weak muscles, that was considerably more difficult than she could have imagined.
She moved and wiggled.
He groaned.
“Fill me, Sir!”
His fingers were curled into her skin against her hip bones, maybe leaving bruises. That image drove her mad.
He stilled.
The heat of his orgasm surged into the condom.
He pulsed deep inside her, holding her tightly.
She turned her head to the side against the bedspread so she could watch him. She smiled. He’d satisfied her, but there was no doubting his ejaculation had been long and hot. She was sated, but she’d taken care of his base needs as well.
“You’ll be the death of me,” he murmured.
“I hope so.”
He grinned. “Impertinent sub.”
“Would you have me any other way?”
“Maybe not.” He pulled out slowly and removed her cuffs. When she would have collapsed, he said, “Stay there.”
A moment later, water ran. All of a sudden she realized how vulnerable she was in that position, with her pussy wet and her asshole stretched wide by a glass plug. She must look like a well-used submissive.
Part of her wanted to curl into a small ball and hide beneath the covers or, better yet, run for home. But he’d told her to remain in place. Clearly, he knew her as well as she knew herself. There was no escape, nothing to do but be brave.
She heard a more powerful rush of water. The shower? Was he going to make her stay here, with her butt thrust up, her muscles cramping and her breasts pressed against the bedspread while he cleaned up?
Alani curled her fists against the indignation.
She was a sub, but she was still a woman. Her body radiated tension, and now that the perspiration was drying, a chill claimed her.
This was what she’d asked for, though. She’d wanted a man strong enough to force her capitulation.
Now that she had him, what the hell was she supposed to do with him?
Something warm and damp pressed against her
pussy, making her screech and break position.
“Shh,” he said. “And get your luscious body back where it was.”
She’d been so wrapped up in her thoughts and feeling sorry for herself that she hadn’t heard him return.
“It’s just a washcloth,” he said.
Gently—his touch so different from when he’d screwed her—he picked her up and placed her where he wanted her.
His unexpected tenderness was so far removed from anything she’d experienced in either the vanilla or the BDSM world. “Master Nathaniel?”
“We’ll talk, Alani. Later.”
Having no other choice, she surrendered to his ministrations.
He took hold of her labia and wiped her pussy lips. Why did this seem so much more intimate than anything else they’d done?
“I’m going to remove the plug.”
His words horrified her. “I…I’m sure I can manage that, Sir.”
“I’m sure you can.”
He grasped the glass hilt and tugged.
She clenched her sphincter.
“It’ll be easier if you bear down. It’s coming out, and it’s coming out now. How difficult you want it to be is up to you.”
Could there be anything more humiliating?
He tugged again. “Relax.”
If only she could.
He pulled much harder.
“Damn, Sir!”
“Stop being difficult, Alani. We will do it this way, or you can squat on the floor and I’ll take it out that way.”
Once she bore down, he removed the plug.
She recognized how exposed she was to him, for him. At this moment, she was filled with the realization of her femininity and what it meant to submit.
“Now you can lie down.”
“Do you ever stop being bossy?”
“Do you ever stop protesting?” He worked his hands up her body, starting with her ankles and moving up her calves and hamstrings. He worked out the cramps until her muscles were supple.
She closed her eyes and surrendered.
Being pampered had never been part of her scenes, but maybe she could get used to it.
Before she realized what he was about, he’d taken hold of her, turned her over and lifted her into his arms.
She reminded herself to keep her distance, but she was helpless to resist him. She relaxed against his body.
He carried her into the bathroom.
He’d left the water running, and steam fogged the mirrors and the glass shower stall. Without pausing, he moved toward the shower, opened the door and stepped inside with her.
He slid her down his body, but he held on to her until she gained her balance.
She’d never shared a bathroom with a man. Of course, she’d never seen a shower like this before. This oversized unit had a built-in bench, and it was deep enough to hold another two people.
The stall was beautifully tiled. Dispensers for shampoo, conditioner, soap and shaving cream kept it virtually clutter-free. Two detachable showerheads were on adjustable metal slides. He’d tossed two white fluffy towels over the top of the glass door, so they wouldn’t get chilled after they were finished. Did he think of everything?
“Turn around,” he instructed.
“I’m not sure about this.”
“What’s the problem?”
“The sub is supposed to serve the Dom.”
“Is that right?”
“But you even open doors for me.”
“Is that an issue?”
“It’s quaint. And archaic.”
“What if it brings me pleasure?” He made a few adjustments so water wouldn’t run into her eyes. She knew that couldn’t be fabulous for him, since the spray was hitting him mid-back, but it didn’t seem to matter. “There’s no such thing as a typical relationship, either in the BDSM or vanilla world. What works for one couple wouldn’t work for another.”
She bit her tongue.
“It’s okay to let others do things for you,” he said. “It’s okay to be a woman. You don’t have to face the world alone.”
His words were tempting. Impossible. She’d taken care of herself her entire adult life. And she wouldn’t start depending on a man who would be leaving in a week. But for the moment, while he was here? Maybe she could relax and enjoy it, just a little.
“Put your hands on the wall, Alani.”
Even when he was being sweet, he was still a Dom at his core.
He moved her hair to one side then slid his big, soap-slick hands across her shoulders then down her back. He continued lower, lathering her buttocks as he went. “Relax, little sub.”
The heat combined with his touch relaxed her. He was decimating her defenses.
“Face me,” he instructed. “Place your hands on my shoulders.”
She did, and she closed her eyes while he soaped her front.
“Are your nipples tender?” He feathered his fingertips across the tight nubs.
“They’re more than tender, Sir. They’re sore from when you clamped them at the club.”
He brutally pinched them.
She yelped even as the first tendrils of arousal blossomed.
He cupped her breasts and squeezed them, and she tipped back her head and closed her eyes in total surrender. She loved the way he touched her.
After dispensing a handful of soap, he lathered it before trailing his fingers across her rib cage then over her belly. He washed her legs, but skipped her pubic area. Maddening.
When he reached her ankles, he grabbed the showerhead and rinsed away the soap.
“Spread your legs.”
Her cunt was tender and she appreciated his gentleness. He spread her labia and rinsed the area with warm water.
She locked her knees when he inserted a finger in her ass and used the water to wash there, too.
“I won’t permit you to hide from me.”
“Sir, I—”
“Unless you want to spend the next twenty-four hours crawling around my house naked with a pony-play plug sticking out your ass, I suggest you relax.”
“You wouldn’t dare!” She’d seen those types of butt plugs at Limits. The plug itself was red and medium size. It had about a foot of nylon to resemble horsehair.
“Oh?”
She unlocked her knees, allowing him access.
“You’re much more into pain than humiliation,” he observed. “I’ll keep that in mind for future punishments.”
He crouched so they were at eye level.
He cleaned her anus with the water and his fingers. Having no secrets was liberating.
“You should always follow my directions so perfectly.”
He finger-fucked her ass for a few seconds. Maybe because the area was tender, she found it unbelievably erotic.
“I like your reactions, Alani. With your eyes so wide and your mouth parted like that, you show how much you appreciate this.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
When he removed his hand, she exhaled in relief. Then he turned the dial on the showerhead, making the water pulse.
“No.” Her word was a soft entreaty. She wasn’t sure how much more she could endure.
In his diabolical way, he grinned.
The bursts of water against her clit and her anus aroused her more than she could have imagined.
With a cry, she curled her hands against his skin and jerked convulsively.
“Shall I let you come?”
“Oh, God. Please. Please, Sir.”
He spread her labia and pulled back the hood of her clit, exposing the tiny bit of flesh to the water.
Despite his earlier order, she couldn’t keep her eyes open.
It was torture.
It was bliss.
She wanted him to release her clitoris. Just as much, she burned for him to continue the torment.
He moved the water closer, and when the pain was a bit much, he pulled back. He created a sexual dance she was helpless to resist.
“I’m fee
ling… I want to… Please, Sir, may I come?”
“Hold on another minute.”
She rose onto the balls of her feet, seeking the spray, avoiding the spray. “Sir!” She was lost in the sensations. He held her clit exposed with his thumb and forefinger as he inserted another finger in her pussy.
The orgasm swamped her.
She rode wave after wave, rocking back on her heels then rising onto her toes again. Deep in her mind, she was aware her fingernails were digging into his shoulder, but he continued the assault.
Finally, sated, she collapsed forward. He dropped the showerhead. He caught her in his strong arms and cradled her against his chest.
“Perfect,” he said. “You’re perfect.”
She wasn’t sure how long he held her, but when she pulled away and tipped her head back, he was looking down at her.
His green eyes seemed darker than usual. Smoky rather than icy.
His cock was half hard, and she wondered if he wanted sex again. Just in case he did, she reached for him.
He curled his hand over hers. “You can do that later.”
Nathaniel turned off the faucet. He brushed droplets of water from his arms and chest then ran his palm over his face. In that instant, his scar prominent, he looked rugged, like the warrior he was rather than the gentleman Dom he appeared to be. More and more, he appealed to her.
He pulled down a towel to dry off her body and hair. For this part of the evening, she was more princess than submissive.
“I want you to sleep naked,” he said, looking up from where he crouched in front of her.
“Could I borrow one of your T-shirts?”
“Would you like to sleep chained to the foot of the bed?”
She wasn’t sure whether or not he was serious. So far, however, he’d done exactly what he said he would. She decided to take no chances. “Naked is fine, Sir.”
He wrapped her in a towel before grabbing another for his waist. He left his hair and torso damp, and she stared, mesmerized by a drop of water that ran from his chest down his belly and disappeared into the towel.
The starkness of the white cotton emphasized his tan and his taut body.
He yanked the towel from her and she gasped.
“I like to look at your ass when you walk,” he said. Reaching past her, he pushed open the shower door. “I like it even better when you crawl.”