Cherise Sinclair - Dark Citadel

“See what just your hands can do to me?” he murmured. “My body wants yours. My cock wants those sweet lips around it, your mouth sucking on it.”

The thought was empowering. Exciting. Hauling in a breath, she licked up his erection like an ice-cream cone, letting her tongue trace the big veins running along the outside. The skin was all softness wrapped over an iron bar. She slid her lips over the velvety-soft head. He growled in pleasure when her tongue swirled around its edge, so she concentrated there for a while. Then she moved on, trying stuff, seeing what reactions she could get.

When she sucked all of him into her mouth, his breath stopped.

Her tongue up the underside of his penis made his stomach muscles jerk.

He stroked her hair. “You are very good at this, sweetie.

Pride surged through her. Sex. She could do it.

He murmured, “Tighten your lips just a little—no teeth, please. Now, up and down, fast, and hard.”

She did, and did it darned well, she knew, as his hand closed convulsively in her hair.

“Damn, but you have a wonderful mouth.” A minute later, he said, “Stop now.”

She looked up at him in surprise. He smiled down at her, traced her wet lips with his finger. “Don't worry, sweetheart, we'll finish later. For now, it's time to return downstairs. Master Z asked a few of the regulars in to demonstrate the equipment. Of course, compared to a normal bondage night, the scenes will be relatively mild.”

She nodded.

“Go use the bathroom while I pick out your clothes.”

Him pick out her clothing? No way. She'd seen pictures of what people wore in fetish clubs. “No. I have clothes here, and I'll—” At the sight of his darkening eyes, she stopped, closed her mouth. Too late. She'd seen that look on his face with Sally, with herself.

“Little sub, you have exceeded my patience. Five swats.” Gripping her wrists, he pulled her off the bed and took her place. He didn't release her. “Bend over my knees.”

She tried to back away and got nowhere. “No.” She shook her head frantically, her heart starting to hammer in her chest.

“No?” He lifted his brows in surprise. “Seven swats.” His mouth set in a straight line, and the humor and gentleness disappeared from his face.

“Sir, please. No. You can't.”

“I can. Ten.”

No. She didn't resist—much—as he positioned her beside his knees. His grip unyielding, he laid her across his lap until her top half dangled on one side, her legs on the other. Her head spun, and she gasped. This wasn't happening, couldn't be—

“Farther, little sub,” he said and shifted her until her bottom stuck up in the air. One of his legs pinned hers, and his left hand pressed her shoulders down. Trying to squirm, she realized she couldn't.

She felt his warm hand on her bare bottom, massaging, stroking. This wasn't a spanking, she thought, confusion running through her as her skin grew more sensitive to his touch. She felt the reawakening of desire.

And then he spanked her.

The first slap stung, and she jolted in disbelief. “No!” She wiggled, trying to escape.

He held her in place easily. “One.”

Another slap. The sound echoed in the room as she jerked, the burning on her bottom intense and painful. “Two.”

The third and fourth came almost together, hard and fast. Then slower, alternating cheeks. By eight, tears dripped from her eyes.

“Ten. There, little sub, all done.” He didn't release her as he stroked her stinging cheeks. His hand was cool against the heat, bringing pain—and unexpected pleasure.

She lay limp, head hanging down, letting him pet her. Soothing her, she thought.

Slowly the strokes became longer. His hand cupped her cheeks, delving between her buttocks. One finger slid down into the crack, then farther, and animal hunger roused within her.

“Wa—” She clamped her mouth tight, her hands fisting in the carpet.

“You're learning, little sub, you're learning.” He sounded infuriatingly amused.

Then he slid her legs apart, opening her to his touch, and his fingers moved through her tender, sensitive folds, swirling over her clitoris. His fingers slid easily—she was very wet—awakening every nerve ending to a burning arousal.

She moaned. The stinging pain of her bottom somehow increased the need flaring in her.

As she squirmed under the onslaught, he chuckled and, pinning her hips with one hand, plunged two fingers inside her.

“Ahhh!” An unbearable storm of sensation exploded inside her, and she came hard, bucking uncontrollably against his thrusts.

Before she had recovered, he picked her up off his knees and turned her into his embrace, handling her as if she weighed nothing.

“Shhh,” he murmured, his cheek pressed to her hair. He kissed her wet cheeks and took her mouth so gently and sweetly that she started crying again. Not speaking, he just held her, stroking her with the same hand that had spanked her and then given her an incredible orgasm.

Exhaustion claimed her. Her muscles went limp. He held her firmly against his chest, and there was a strange security in his powerful arms.

She finally pulled in a shuddering breath. “Sir?”

He kissed the top of her head. “Learn to think before you speak, little sub. Not every Dom is as easygoing as I am.”

She stiffened. Easygoing?

He chuckled and stroked her hair. “Of course, some subs mouth off just to get punished. Amazing how much fun a good spanking can be, isn't it? I sure don't remember that being covered in my college classes.”

A gulping laugh broke from her, and she took a breath as the world returned to normal. “Um, Sir? What do you do for a living? You never said.”

“Neither did you.”

Well, they were definitely better acquainted today. “I'm a biology teacher. High school.”

“Lucky kids. I'm a cop. A detective, actually. Want to see my handcuffs?”

She shook her head no and then rubbed her cheek over the springy hair on his chest. “No wonder you intimidated Buck so easily.”

A growl rumbled through him. “He's lucky he got off so lightly.”

“Sir?”

“Um-hmm?”

His arms never loosened, she was still snuggled up against him, held so firmly she couldn't move. The fact she found that reassuring was a little frightening. “When Buck grabbed me, you told him it was my choice whether to leave or not. But you didn't give me a choice now. You grabbed me…and spanked me.”

“Ah.” He rubbed his chin on the top of her head. “Your wannabe Dom lost his temper and tried to make you do something you didn't want. You didn't have a safe word arranged, did you?”

“Well, no. But—”

“Now I could be mistaken, but on your first night, we talked about what you might enjoy. Did I mention spanking? Punishment?”

“But I didn't say yes.”

“Ah, sweetie, what I heard was that you didn't say no.” His fingers cupped her cheek, raised her face to look at him. His brown eyes seemed to bore right into her. “I felt your body's response. First in the bar and again here. Was I mistaken?”

Heat flooded her cheeks. “No,” she whispered. He'd barely touched her down below and she'd climaxed. Hard.

“Brave girl.” His voice was warm, lazy, as comforting as his hands stroking her shoulders. “One other thing. Did I lose my temper?”

“Well.” He'd been…displeased, definitely. But his voice and actions had been carefully controlled, she realized with surprise. Her lesson had been very deliberate. “No, Sir.”

“Ah.” He ran his fingers down her arm to her hand, massaged her palm. “Being under someone's control and punished… Some people find that very erotic, especially if you're already aroused.” He lifted her hand, sucked on a finger, and the feeling of his mouth anywhere on her body made her womb clench. “You are one of those people who find it erotic, Kari. If you didn't, you'd have used your safe word.”

She stayed silent. Nothing in her life was ever going to be quite the same again, was it? What she'd found out about herself these two evenings… She had some hard thinking to do. Soon.

When she didn't answer, he hugged her tightly, then set her on her feet. He steadied her as her knees wobbled. When his hands rubbed across her still-stinging bottom, she hissed.

He actually chuckled, the jerk. “You won't forget again, now will you? Because I could grow fond of seeing your pretty ass turn red under my hand.”

“No, Sir, I won't forget.”

“Very good.” His eyes roamed over her body. From the heavy-lidded stare, the flush on his skin, and the thick wedge of flesh bulging under his leathers, she could tell he had enjoyed punishing her.

He moved a little closer. He was close, very close. His vest hung open, exposing a hard six-pack of abdominal muscles. “I could easily… No, I better not. Use the bathroom and take a quick shower.” He grinned. “You need it now, I'm afraid. I'll pick out your clothes.”

Her mouth opened, closed quickly, and she just nodded.

Pleased, he pressed a quick kiss to each breast, making her breath catch. “Go.”

Dan listened to the shower as he opened the armoire door and surveyed his choices. Z kept a nice variety of fetish wear in each room. He eyed a French corset and then shook his head. She wasn't ready for that one—not yet—although those breasts would look sensational pushed up and overflowing. His cock twitched in agreement.

Maybe a maid's outfit? No. She was a modest woman, and he'd pushed her hard. He could relent with the clothing. A bit.