In the Den Page 15

  “For me?”

  “Get ready to go and meet me in the living room.”

  Half an hour later, she joined him. He was staring at the fire, an ankle propped on his knee.

  He stood the moment she walked in.

  No matter where or when, he treated her as if he was glad to see her. She appreciated that more and more.

  “You look beautiful, as always, Milady.”

  “Thank you, Damien.”

  “Come here, please.”

  She recognized that tone. He had something planned, but it wouldn’t do her any good to ask what it was. Rather than raw nervousness assailing her, curiosity tripped through her.

  “Lift your shirt and show me your tits.”

  She did.

  He pulled out a pair of unusual-looking clamps.

  “Your gift,” he said. “Nipple jewelry.”

  The small hearts were pretty, and she suspected they’d stay in place just fine. They weren’t meant to inflict discomfort like some clamps, but rather, she suspected, meant to be a constant pressure.

  “Present your breasts to me, Milady.”

  She did as he instructed, lifting them toward him.

  “I’ll be cutting dinner short tonight.”

  His hoarse admission delighted her. She loved knowing she affected him as much as he affected her.

  He sucked on each nipple to distend them before attaching each heart.

  “How does that feel?”

  “I know they’re there,” she said. “But not bad.”

  “Let’s go before I end up taking you to bed without feeding you.”

  At the restaurant, he ordered a bottle of champagne.

  “Are we celebrating something?”

  “I made a deal with the firm in England.”

  “Congratulations.”

  The bottle arrived and she toasted his success.

  They each enjoyed a steak dinner, and she was debating whether or not to order dessert when he said, “Get the chocolate cake. You’ll need your energy.”

  The combination of his words and the nipple jewelry put her on the edge of her seat.

  When the server returned, he ordered the chocolate cake and offered coffee.

  “Just the cake,” Catrina said. When they were alone, she added, “I don’t want to linger. I’m anxious to go home.”

  “So you don’t want to go to a movie?” he teased. “Maybe dancing? Ice skating?”

  “No.”

  He smiled. “Ah. This must be about your nipples and state of arousal? How does the jewelry feel?”

  “Even though the pressure isn’t terrible, they’re starting to drive me crazy.” As if he didn’t know it.

  “I like looking at the outline, and I like you putting up with them because I requested it.”

  “Requested?”

  “You’re always free to refuse.”

  She was discovering that she liked pleasing him, and she knew he went out of his way to make sure she was happy in return.

  He took care of the bill then escorted her outside. He opened her car door then said, “Wait.” He slid his hand inside her lapels and flicked at the hearts.

  She hissed.

  “Milady,” he said, indicating she should get in the car.

  Catrina wasn’t sure if he had been trying to teach her the importance of reaching out to her subs before the scene. But now she understood it on a whole new level.

  All afternoon, with his words, his actions, the way he mixed in serious conversation with smoldering, blunt sex talk banked the embers of desire. He stoked it along the way so that when he finally touched her, need flared until it consumed her.

  “I’ve been thinking about having you naked all day.”

  “Me, too,” she replied, looking at him.

  Everything he did—from driving, to running a corporation, to dominating her—exuded his controlled power. Experiencing it turned her on.

  They returned to the Den with only the valet noting their arrival. The man gave a quick salute, acknowledging Damien as he pulled into the garage.

  He put a hand on her shoulder to stop her from getting out of the car. “Show me your breasts.”

  The unexpected way he issued commands always startled her. She was certain he did it on purpose to keep her guessing. Knowing there was a houseful of people only feet away increased her tension.

  Her hand trembled as she pulled apart the knot in her coat belt.

  Damien stood close, not helping, just watching as she followed his order.

  She lifted her shirt, and the cool air chased goosebumps up her body.

  “Even better than I imagined,” he said. He squeezed her nipples.

  She winced.

  “How do they feel now?”

  “Achy.” It would have been impossible for her to have worn actual clamps the entire evening. As it was, the dull, throbbing pain had distracted her. But this was different, it was actual discomfort. “That hurt.”

  “Do you want me to take them off?”

  Her shirt still raised, she looked up at him and knew this was another lesson. “If that’s your pleasure.”

  “Oh, damn, Milady. Well done.”

  He released his grip on her nipples. Pain ricocheted through her, leaving her pussy wet and anxious.

  “Leave the hearts in place.” Then he added, “Put your shirt back down.”

  She exhaled but didn’t protest. While she would have liked to remove the jewelry, submitting to his will gave her pleasure.

  He opened the door to the back stairs, and she preceded him up.

  “Have you ever been fucked up the ass, Milady?”

  She gripped the banister tight to avoid tripping up the stairs.

  “I mean before tonight?”

  Looking over her shoulder, she said, “No.”

  “Then I look forward to being your first.”

  Her whole body felt shaky as she entered their rooms.

  “You’ll find lube under the sink in the bathroom, along with condoms,” he said after he flipped the switch to turn on the fireplace. “There’s also a butt plug in the top drawer in my closet. Put it in. That will be the only thing you’ll be wearing when you return to me.”

  When she didn’t reply, he asked, “Are my instructions clear?”

  “Yes,” she whispered. She cleared her throat and said again, “They are.”

  “First, your nipples.”

  She took off her coat and draped it over the back of the couch. Then she took off her shirt and dropped it.

  “Maybe I’ll make you keep them on. I love the way they look.”

  “Of course, Damien. Your choice.”

  “Come here.”

  When she stood in front of him, he closed his fingers around them.

  “I wouldn’t do this with actual clamps…”

  She looked at him.

  Rather than releasing each, he pulled them off simultaneously.

  She yelped.

  “Just as gorgeous.” He curled his palms around her breasts then sucked on the peaks to help ease the sting. “Perfect,” he said a moment later.

  Even though the hearts were gone, a tenderness remained.

  “Now, go.” He nodded, and she turned from him.

  Near the bedroom doorway, the sound of his voice made her freeze.

  “Stay there until I say otherwise. I like that view of you with no shirt, jeans, the way your hair hangs down your back.” He sucked in a breath. “Everything about you does it for me, Catrina.”

  She glanced over her shoulder, even though she knew that might incur his displeasure. “You do it for me, Damien.”

  “Get on with it, Milady. I’m growing impatient.”

  Images and thoughts crowded her mind as she went into his closet. At her house, he’d had no qualms about going through her clothing, but entering his closet and rifling through his drawers seemed overly personal.

  It wasn’t just a drawer. It was a treasure trove. Clamps, floggers, even a vibr
ator. Toward the back, she found the small plug and her breaths came closer and closer together.

  In her closet, she finished undressing before going into the bathroom with the glass piece. It took her several tries to insert the slippery thing, and she was ultra-aware of its presence, shifting in her as she moved.

  Carrying the lube and a condom, she returned to him.

  Damien was seated on the couch, one arm across the back. To her he was devastating.

  As always, being nude while he was fully clothed reminded her of her submission, as she was sure he’d intended.

  He stood. His cock was already hard, and the sight of it made her mouth dry.

  “Bend over. Let me see your plug.”

  She turned away from him, spread her legs and grabbed her ankles. Her hair fell everywhere. Knowing that he was looking at her made her feel empowered, something she’d never expected to feel as a submissive.

  He’d been right that there was much more to it than she’d ever considered.

  “That’s better than I could have imagined,” he said. “And what I imagined was pretty damned good. Now, reach back and spread your buttocks so I can see it better.”

  Keeping her balance, glad she’d kept up her morning routine of yoga stretches, she did as he requested.

  “Exquisite.”

  For long seconds, silence pulsed.

  “Good. Now get on the coffee table. On all fours.”

  He offered his hand for assistance.

  Feeling exposed, she did as he’d said. He circled her several times. She forced herself to stay where she was.

  “Those hearts would add to this experience.” He crouched in front of her. “What do you say?”

  “Your choice, Damien.”

  Without her knowledge, he’d had them in hand the whole time. She sucked in tiny gasps of air when he closed the jewelry on her already-swollen nipples.

  “I may buy you a dozen different sets,” he said.

  He squeezed her breasts, but even the lightest of touches drove her wild.

  Damien left her, then she felt fingertips skimming her spine. He massaged her buttocks and the motion shifted the plug. She moaned.

  Then he was everywhere. He played with her pussy, spanked her ass lightly then reached beneath her to toy with the hearts.

  She forgot to be nervous and gave herself over to him, becoming more and more aroused.

  “You like this, Milady? Getting all my attention, knowing that what I’m doing is for you?”

  “Thank you,” she said.

  He moved behind her. She heard his belt, the rasp of his zipper, the thud of his shoes being tossed on the hardwood.

  She swayed, shifting the plug, making her impatient with greed.

  “Are you ready for me, Catrina?”

  “I’ve been ready,” she said.

  He chuckled, the sound deep and rich.

  She felt him at the entrance of her pussy. “Damien?”

  He slid his thick cock into her, and the sensation of him drove her mad. With the pressure from the plug, she felt overwhelmed.

  Relentless, he played with the plug.

  She dropped her head to the table, changing the angle, alleviating some of the pressure.

  “Back into position, Milady.”

  “I’m…” She wasn’t sure her arms would support her.

  He placed his forearm beneath her chest, helping her. “That’s how I want you. Understand?”

  She nodded.

  He thrust his hips, filling her pussy over and over. She thrashed her head. “I’m going to come,” she said.

  “Not yet.”

  “This is…” She put all her concentration into thinking about him and ignoring the tension in her lower body. “Too much, Damien.”

  “You’re okay, Milady.”

  She drank strength from his words.

  He kept it up, and she fought off the orgasm. She was dazed, lost when he pulled back.

  “Relax.”

  He tugged on the plug.

  The damn thing seemed stuck in there.

  “It’s coming out, Milady. It will hurt less if you stop the struggle.”

  Intellectually she understood what he said, but she still tightened her buttocks against the discomfort.

  “Put your head down.”

  Which raised her rear higher.

  He slapped both her butt cheeks hard, pitching her forward, and he plucked out the plug while she was distracted.

  “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

  Then before she knew what was happening, his cockhead was pushing into her ass.

  “Good God!”

  “You’re okay. You can move around if you need to.”

  She panted and tried to get away as he rocked, entering her deeper and deeper. “This isn’t fun.”

  “Almost there,” he promised, soothed.

  Lied.

  It seemed to take him forever to get his cock all the way in her. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.

  Finally, he had her imprisoned.

  “You okay?”

  “I…” She was. Now that he’d claimed her, she was better.

  “So, so tight, Milady. Now, I want you to kneel up.”

  “You can’t be serious.”

  “I am.”

  Because he was so strong, he was able to reach around her. His arm was like a band around her chest as he lifted her upper body.

  As he moved her, his cock went deeper and deeper, stretching her impossibly wide. “I can’t!”

  “You did,” he said, kissing the side of her neck.

  “Damien, it’s too much.”

  “You can safe word, or you can work through it. Either way is fine.”

  He spoke against her ear, the words a soft, wonderful reassurance. If he thought she could do it, she’d try.

  Her forehead drenched in sweat, she nodded.

  “Good girl. Now put your hand behind my neck.”

  “I’m not a contortionist.”

  “You don’t need to be. I’ve got you.”

  She couldn’t believe this. She was on her knees on the table with Damien supporting her weight in a way that seemed to defy gravity. Her motions slow, she arched her back so that she could do as he said.

  Each bit she moved stretched her anus farther apart.

  “That’s it, Milady.”

  She squeezed her eyes shut. “It’s overwhelming.”

  “It’s supposed to be.”

  The pressure on her nipples magnified everything else. She was shattering.

  “You okay?”

  “I’m dying,” she said, panting.

  “I’ll take that as a yes,” he replied. Once he was buried as deep as he could go in her ass, he bent his knees so he could move inside her.

  She cried out as he drove in again and again. She couldn’t think. Perspiration drenched her and the whole while, he had her, possessed her. She’d never felt anything like it. “Do me,” she pleaded.

  “My absolute pleasure.”

  He pulled back until the only part inside her was his cockhead then he surged forward again. She screamed. “More,” she urged.

  “Yes.”

  He drove into her with the force she wanted.

  “Amazing,” she said. “It’s…”

  “I want you to come.”

  He fingered her clit. Bucking, she pitched forward. Damien pulled her upright, holding her. He groaned and ejaculated in spurts.

  The change in pace, the way he touched her and the swelling of his cock were a lethal combination. She muttered things that were incomprehensible as she came.

  Damien continued to support her as his cock softened. She’d never felt more connected to anyone. “I had no idea,” she said.

  Slowly he lowered her to the table’s surface.

  He withdrew his cock then picked her up and carried her toward the master en suite. As he strode, she rested her cheek against his chest. Lesson learned. After their time together, she’d never ag
ain be the same.

  But with the way he looked at her, she knew he wasn’t done with her yet.

  Chapter Nine

  “Before you get started, I’d like you to change.”

  Catrina looked across the table at him. “Did you have something in mind?”

  Over the nearly two weeks they’d spent together, they’d fallen into a routine. When they ate at home, he did the cooking. She would pull up a barstool and keep him company unless she was working.

  Afterwards, she’d load the dishwasher and wipe the counters while he put away the leftovers. They made an effective team.

  He splashed a little more red wine in each glass. “I left an outfit for you in the powder room.”

  “Really?”

  “Go see.”

  Her eyebrows knitted in a serious frown, she rose. She returned less than a minute later.

  “Are you serious?” she demanded, shock echoing through her words.

  “Totally,” Damien assured her, pushing back his chair.

  “This is a French maid’s outfit,” she said, holding up the frothy black fabric.

  “It is indeed.”

  Indignant, with one hand on her hip, she’d never looked more appealing.

  “There’s nothing wrong with what I’m wearing.”

  “You’re right. In fact, it’s lovely.” He enjoyed seeing her in skirts and stilettos. “But this is my choice for tonight. And I suggest you put it on in the next two minutes unless you want to wear it all day, every day for the remainder of your time here.”

  “I don’t understand why I’m being punished for something I apologized for a week ago.”

  “Milady, you left a coffee cup, complete with a nasty ring, on my desk this morning. It was all but glued on there when I moved it an hour ago.”

  “That doesn’t count.”

  “No?”

  “You’re going to hold that against me?” She sighed. “You’re the one who bothered me while I was looking out of the window. And you got a blowjob out of it.”

  “I do like the way you give head.”

  “Then…”

  “Put the outfit on, Catrina.”

  “Be reasonable.”

  “A reddened ass would go nicely with that outfit.”

  “You’re a beast.”

  “Diabolical,” he agreed. “One minute.”

  Her shoes were an angry tattoo against the floorboards as she strode away. He took a sip from his wine. This was going to be a hell of a show.

  It was almost two minutes later when he heard her footfall. This time, she came toward him with a soft, sultry walk that made his cock instantly hard. She’d fluffed her hair, tied the apron way too tight, skipped the matching thong and tightened the satin laces on the top so tight that her cleavage looked twice its normal size. She had a black fabric collar tied around her throat. He had to wonder who was being mastered.