Cherise Sinclair - The Dom’s Dungeon

She stiffened against the unexpected burning pain of his entry.

He made a sympathetic noise, but both hands held her hips securely against his groin, not letting her move away. She could hear the amusement in his voice when he said, “After twelve years without, you might be a bit sore.”

“You sadist,” she hissed, ignoring the way his possessive hands made her body thrill.

He laughed. “Oh, not really. When we go to the club next, I'll show you the difference.” He moved inside her, and the pain disappeared under a wave of pleasure. And then he moved one hand to slide over her clit. If she'd thought her pussy was swollen before, she was so, so wrong. She could actually feel her clit engorge and stiffen under his skillful fingers.

He began to thrust, using one hand on her clit to drive her mad and the other to anchor her so securely, she could only take it. Be taken. And the pleasure built into a frenzy, shocking her when it broke over her in an overwhelming orgasm. Her hips bucked uncontrollably against the restraining hands. “God.”

He moved his hand off her pussy and nuzzled her neck before murmuring, “That was too fast and easy, little sub. I'm going to want you to come again and much longer. I'll give you…oh, a minute to recover.”

She whimpered.

Mac had come the second time as demanded—not that he'd accept anything less—and then again when he walked right into her shower. He soaped her down, shoved her legs apart, and licked her into a knee-buckling orgasm before pushing her against the wall to take his own pleasure. When his tongue stroked into her mouth in the same rhythm as his thrusts, she felt invaded, top and bottom. And came again.

Afterward he'd dressed and gone downstairs while she knelt by the suitcase, trying to decide what to wear. The sadistic jerk had slapped her butt on the way out of the room, reminding her how sore parts of her anatomy still felt. In fact, she had a lot of tender places today. Breasts and mouth and private parts and bottom. Muscles in her legs and stomach that hadn't worked out like that in years. If ever.

She dressed, still smiling, and walked through the kitchen door into the midst of the entire group.

“Perhaps if we—” Leaning against the counter, Alex broke off his conversation with Peter to watch his little sub walk into the kitchen. Her mouth was swollen, her cheeks beard burned, and her big brown eyes held a languid glow. She'd chosen to wear jeans and a blue T-shirt with a pile of kittens displayed on the front. Barefoot and tousled and sexy as hell.

His cock hardened, which should be an impossibility considering he'd just fucked them both silly in the shower. He grinned, remembering how her legs had buckled when he released her.

She smiled at the subs seated at the table and the Doms at the stove, and then her cheeks flushed. Probably remembering last night and how they'd seen her bare assed and being spanked. “Good morning.” Her voice had the huskiness of a woman well used.

Beside Alex, Peter nodded to her. “Good morning, MacKensie. Bacon's on the stove; eggs are on the table.”

She nodded and walked to the stove. After giving Alex a quick glance, she averted her gaze and reached for the pan.

Alex frowned. He didn't like how she placed herself at a distance rather than within his personal space. It showed her insecurities when it came to male-female relationships. He rubbed his jaw and considered. She'd been sixteen the last time she had sex; had she even attempted a relationship since? What the hell had happened to her back then?

Something to work on later. Right now… Well, each relationship ran on a different track, but he could show her how theirs would go, and it didn't include acting indifferent to each other in public.

When he tucked a finger into the waistband of her jeans and pulled her between his outstretched legs, she gave him a startled look. Ignoring the stiffness of her body, he lifted her up against him far enough that he could enjoy her lips. He dallied, taking pleasure in the lingering taste of mint toothpaste as he coaxed her into responding. Slowly her muscles released the tension until she sagged against him, and then her body filled with a different kind of tension.

When he set her back on her feet, her face was flushed, her breathing fast, and the uncertainty was definitely gone. She shook her head at him, giving him a look that held both exasperation and delight. And when she reached for a plate, her hip rubbed against his.

Much better.

A few days later, Mac stopped just inside the door of Alex's office. “I made some stir-fry if you want some.”

Seated at his desk, Alex didn't move. She walked into the office and stopped behind him, enjoying the scent of leather and books and his subtle aftershave. “Alex?”

He looked up and blinked, and then his eyes focused, the blue intensifying. He took her hand. “MacKensie. I'm sorry. Were you speaking to me?”

She laughed. “Breaking your concentration is like hitting a brick wall with a pencil. Can't even dent it.”

“Sorry, sweetheart.” He pushed the chair back and pulled her into his lap. One thorough kiss later, he asked, “Now, what can I help you with?”

Would she ever get used to him? He never asked, What have you done for me? It was always, What can I do for you?

“What are you working on?” She stalled to give her body time to settle down. Damn him, he'd sure grabbed her a lot over the past few days, and this morning, she'd realized his purpose: to make her give up her instinctive flinching away from men. He'd seize her, then follow the sudden move with the comfort of a kiss or hug, but nothing else.

No, when he wanted sex, he didn't grab, he moved on her smooth and slow and… She bit her lip against the onrush of warmth.

His eyes narrowed, and he murmured, “Now that must have been an interesting thought.”

“Well…” She grinned. The stir-fry could keep, right? But then her stomach rumbled.

Before she could think, he set her on her feet and rose. “Time for a little vet to eat.” He cupped her cheek with one big hand and ran his thumb over her lips, making her crave the feel of his lips over hers. “We can play later.”

When he took her hand to lead her out of the room, she shook her head with a sigh of exasperation. Did he give off some sort of pheromone that made her thoughts go immediately to sex? It seemed like whenever she touched him, her head entered some sort of sexual fog.

“I made stir-fry. That's what I came to tell you,” she told him as they left the office. “What were you working on that had you so oblivious?”

“A senior-services company. They send aides to help elderly people with medications or getting dressed or shopping, whatever they need. They're trying to figure out whether expanding would be worth their while.”

“And they asked you?” As they entered the kitchen, the smell of food made her stomach gurgle again. She'd forgotten to grab lunch. “I thought you just gave little companies money so they could get started.”

“No.” He took plates from the cupboard. “We tried, but too many went belly-up. Having great ideas doesn't guarantee having business sense. Now when we stake a start-up, they get me or another consultant as part of the package. Since we started the hands-on approach, the failure rate has dropped by half.”

“Makes sense.” She poured them each a glass of wine and followed him to the windowed breakfast nook where they took most of their meals. She loved this room. The Sound never looked the same, and when the massive Olympic Mountains peeked out from their cloud cover, they took her breath away. “When the new guy bought Jim's vet clinic, he made quite a few mistakes that either Jim or I could have warned him about if we'd known.” Come to think of it, she needed to call Brent. He owed her one last check, and she'd need it to pay the utility bill.

Lights across the water flickered on as twilight settled in. Tail wagging, Butler trotted in from the backyard, never one to miss a chance at tidbits from the table.

Alex took a bite of stir-fry, and his eyebrows rose. “This is excellent.”

His compliment created a warm glow inside her. The housekeeper came in every other day to clean and always left something in the refrigerator to heat up for supper—and wasn't that so cool?—but Mac enjoyed creating meals, especially here, where fresh fish and vegetables abounded. And she did make a hell of a stir-fry, if she said so herself.

“Who is Jim?” Alex asked.

“He owned the vet clinic where I worked.” He saved me, loved me like a daughter, taught me how honest and caring some men could be. She swallowed. “When he died, I had nothing to keep me in Oak Hollow.” Except his house, and that would go up for sale as soon as she had somewhere else to live.

Alex studied her for a second. “That's why you're relocating?”

“Pretty much.” Emptiness welled up inside her as she remembered the aching loneliness after Jim's death. But being with Alex had lightened the desolation, at least for now. She needed to remember what he'd said—that he didn't want a girlfriend, just the appearance of one—and not let herself get used to being with him. Her eyes burned suddenly, and she slid off her chair to pet Butler until the need to cry had passed.

When she returned to the table, she saw the curiosity in Alex's eyes. But anything she told him about Jim and Mary would open the way to more questions, and Alex would find out about her past. She couldn't bear to see the disgust on his face.  The past needed to stay in the past. “I—”