"Fuck, I'm sorry." Major lie. "But if you keep moving like that…" Letting the words trail off, I raised my hand and brought it down with a firm smack.
She screeched and I soothed her skin.
"Rubbing!"
"It's how I spank baby."
"Don't rub me, just spank!"
God, she was infuriating. I gave her another smack and my hand soothed it in reflex.
"Lucian! I am the damn Dom. I said quit rubbing my ass!"
I gritted my teeth with the torture of not being able to. "Yes sir."
"Tara! I told you to call me Tara! Oh my God, you suck at subbing. You're going to lose points for us. Please do as you're told!"
I spanked her. I had to do it quickly or else I'd lose my mind. She squealed and kicked her legs but she didn't move from where she was. I stopped at ten, ready to fucking die.
"You're done?"
"Fuck, yes."
She got off and slapped me on the shoulder. "You didn't have to do it so hard. And why are you acting like it was so much work? It's my ass on fire, not yours."
God. "Aftercare."
"What!? For a spanking? What kind of wussies are making these rules? I'm fine. There's not a big enough Band-Aid, I'm sure.
I made a blind grab for her arm and pulled her into my lap.
"What are you doing?" Her voice squeaked with used up patience.
"When you get a spanking, you have to have after care. The end."
"Those are some awfully bold words for a sub."
"Please, Tara. Just… let me. It's required."
"So stupid." She squirmed some more. "What then? What do I do?"
I got on my knees next to the couch. "Lay here. On your stomach."
I imagined her staring and debating, doubting whether she could trust me. Judging by the non-compliance happening, she had some serious concerns. She sighed and grumbled more about big BDSM babies, but she laid down.
I placed one hand on her back and held her while finding her ass with the other.
"So you're going to rub it all better? Are you kidding?"
I lowered my mouth to the hot skin and kissed softly.
"Oh my God! You're kissing my ass? Okay this is crazy."
I didn't hear her. All I heard was my blood rushing in my ears as I licked over the hot flesh then blew softly. I wish I had been paying attention to when she'd finally shut up. There was suddenly only silence as I administered kisses over every inch. I kissed along the crack, and she clenched her cheeks tight when I dipped my tongue. I placed my cheek on hers and slid it slowly all over, loving the feel. I stroked the flesh with my fingers, paying attention to her response. God if she'd just let me pleasure her.
Chapter Six
Dear Jesus, I should stop him. But really, it felt so good. And harmless. And good. As much as I was liking it, his need to do it seemed greater. And for that, I couldn't protest. In all honesty, he was being super sweet. Even if he was just trying to get me in the bed, he was still being really nice. And there was the whole blow-my-mind cuteness. And his body. Always naked! Always aroused. That wasn't helping me at all.
Wasn't that the point? Loosen up? Maybe it was a good time for that drink. What was he doing back there? I arched my hips a little when his touch lessened. I jumped at the soft glide of his finger between my butt cheeks. Yes, that. He slid it lower then back up, making me lift again, not wanting him to stop. His lips were on me again, his breath coming in hot gasps. His finger continued to tease along the lower part of my butt where other things began. I wanted his touch there. Again, he moved in the opposite direction. A grunt escaped me as I tried to give him better access.
"Open for me Tara." His hot words raced over my skin as he continued to lick and kiss. I had to. I had to open. Just a little. "That's it," he whispered.
His touch returned and I gasped at the pressure against my folds. Dear God. That felt good. He worked his finger inside me and I cried out, lifting my butt more. His finger sank in deep and I gasped. "Lucian."
"Oh fuck." The pained word preceded his lips sucking hard at my butt while he moved his finger in and out, slow and deep, with a flick when he was buried. His other hand slid firmly up my spine and into my hair and my moans wouldn't be stopped. He moved his finger in and out and the wet sounds made everything hotter somehow.
I rolled my hips, needing something more and he bit my butt with a groan, clamping his fingers in my hair.
The crazy switch flipped in my mind and in a flash, five years of jiu-jitsu self-defense training kicked in and I was suddenly on the floor with him, the offending appendage in a painful lock. "Don't you fucking pull my hair, don't you ever fucking pull my hair!"
"Tara!"
I realized what was happening to me and released him. "I'm sorry. Shit!" I soothed his arm, feeling awful. "I have hair pulling issues. And reflex… issues."
He jerked the blindfold off and I covered my mouth at the look of concern in his pretty blues. Now that was new. I'd not seen that kind of look in a man's eyes before, not while looking at me. Pushed some emotional buttons, didn't it? Shut that off. Shut that off now.
I laughed, trying to sound casual. "Crazy lady, sorry. It won't happen again. Unless you pull my hair. I… I don't do hair pulling."
"I see that." His voice was soft and astonished. Maybe worried.
I covered my privates, heat burning my cheeks now. "Okay, so. What's next?"
He stared at me, the question still in his gaze. God he had gorgeous eyes. I always had a weakness for blue eyed men. And his seemed to come with an array of… emotions, and effects on me. I pointed to my clothes. "I need… to dress."
If he hadn't been after ass caring this wouldn't have happened, really. What the man needed was to learn restraint. An idea popped in my head. "Turn so I can dress please." I flicked my finger for him to hurry.
He lowered his gaze to my bottom and I stretched my t-shirt to the floor, hiding. A sexy small grin filled his mouth as he reached for my clothes. He threw my pants then twirled my underwear. "I knew it."
I raised my brows, reaching for them. He brought the underwear near his face and kept his gaze on me.
"Don't."
He turned into them and closed his eyes.
"Lucian, give me the fucking underwear. That's an order."
His brows filled with agony before he finally threw them at me.
"That's a good little slave. You know what you need?"
"Yes." It was a gasp of desperation. "I do."
"You need discipline, that's what you need." I got up and headed to the table near the couch. I picked up the list and sat, going through it. "Ah, foot worship. Now that I could do."
"You like feet?"
"No. You do. My feet." I scanned the list. "Oh, you're definitely going to turn me on with Forniphilia, later." At seeing his quirked brow, I smiled. "You'll be my bed."
"Fine, and when I'm Dom, I'll force you to wet in it."
I stared at him, the burn of his check-mate filling my face. God he'd better not.
"And by the way, everything you choose off of the list narrows down the selection for me. Thank you for that."
I chewed my lip and lowered my head.
"Don't Dom out on me now sweetheart."
I glared at him. "Screw you."
His eyes drifted shut with a slight shake of his head. "Yes. Please."
"Oh? You want to be screwed?" My hands trembled in anger as I scanned the list. "You want to be pegged? Mr. Bane? I can probably handle that."
His jaw worked slowly to the left, calculation in his heated gaze. "How many points is it?"
Shit.
He raised his gaze. "Well?"
"I'm not doing that."
"You're eventually going to have to get out of the kiddie section sweetheart if we're going to win this. I hope you know that. The Sadist in there probably has a thousand points. Now, do you need to win this fucking competition or not?"
I stared at the paper in my lap. "It's worth one
hundred." I clenched my eyes shut. "Please, I can't. Not that. Something else." I sounded like a baby.
"What about…" I stared at the maybe options now. "Number…twelve."
"I don't have my book, love."
"Well… get it. I'm not going to say it."
"God forbid. Just so you do it."
"Yes, exactly. I don't need to sing about it."
He came back with his list and sat on the couch. He looked at me in astonishment after reading. "Really?"
I slapped my lap. "Seriously?"
"Okay. Now? Sorry, stupid question. Where?"
"Wherever, I don't care." I waved my hand.
"Right here."
The husky sound of his voice shot sparks through me. I really didn't mind doing things to him. That wasn't quite as bad as him doing it to me. I had control this way. "Get ready then." I picked up the blindfold. I wouldn't be able to watch.
"You already used the blindfold."
"Well I just won't get points for it then." He stood and I quickly tied it on tight. "Tell me when you're ready."
"I'm ready."
Dear God he sounded ready. His voice strained with anticipation. I felt my way to the couch until I encountered his hand. He guided me between his legs and I held on to his knees. Just oral. Like… like… puffing on a giant cigarette.
But I didn't smoke.
"Take your time sweetheart but, if you don't mind," he whispered, "please hurry the fuck up."
The strain in his voice said he was dying with need. And the idea that he needed it actually made me not mind giving it. Odd. I slowly slid my hands over his legs, feeling my way. The intimacy of that made me wish I could see so I could go straight to the job site.
"I'm so fucking hard for you."
The nearly gasped words shot heat between my legs. I focused on the feel of him. His legs were warm and muscular. I wanted to really feel them but…
He took my hands and placed them on his cock and I let out a stupid yelp. "Okay. Okay."
"Yes." The desire in that word as he held my hands on him and pumped his hips… made me nearly dizzy. He continued moving the extremely large phallus between my hands. "Please suck me."
Oh dear God. I lowered until my lips found him, ready to forget everything. I opened my mouth and took the head between my lips.
"Oh my fucking God." He thrust slowly with a long hiss. Those sounds. Heat speared through my body as I held the length of him in both hands and began moving my lips over the thick top. "So perfect."
Encouraged, and yes, horny out of my mind now, I took more of him in, his taste growing on me until I sucked more, deeper, faster.
"Oh God, Tara!"
The devastation in his voice shook me. To think I had that power to give him this pleasure…I liked it. I liked to hear him feel good. I pulled up and licked all over the top and his hands gripped my head tight.
I gasped in fear that he'd pull my hair and I'd have a reflex again.
"Suck it, Tara… fucking don't stop, take it deep. Take it all for me."
I moaned desperately on him, doing it, wanting to give him anything he wanted. Everything. I skimmed my hands up his muscled abs, feeling him. Oh God, he was so beautiful, his body. I was suddenly hungry for all of it.
"Fuck! I'm coming baby." He grabbed my head and held it tight and bucked his hips. I cried out around his cock, my nails digging into his sides as I held on. "Can I fucking do it in your mouth!"
I could only nod frantically and he roared just as hot liquid hit the back of my throat. I knew that was the most foolish thing I could ever do, taking his semen into my mouth. The semen of a man who'd been with countless women. And yet… this one was mine. This one time. And I had to have it, this part of him. This very intimate part of him.
Chapter Seven
She was amazing. Fucking amazing. Sucked my cock like a champ then got right back to business like she'd done that kind of thing every day. Only I know she didn't. Docked the points, had me worship her feet and do some other bullshit item on her little to do list. But what pissed me off the most was how she wouldn't look at me. And why exactly did that piss me off?
I realized something as I laid naked and tied wide open on the play bed in the toy room. Her dominant nature was playing against mine. Keeping me from her. Well I knew how to fucking fix that.
"How long are you going to study it?" I watched her chew on her thumb nail while pacing nude before me, desperately searching the list in her hands. She was down to the nitty-gritty on her maybe list and had exhausted all the fluff. Pleasure or pain now.
She stopped pacing and looked at me. "Do you have to constantly stare at me?"
I let out a huge laugh. "Yes. Yes I fucking do."
"I thought you didn't do porn."
"Porn? Is that what you think you are? A Playboy centerfold?"
She faced me, only having her glare to point with. Her hands were busy, one covering her gorgeous pussy and her paper covering her breasts. "I know I'm not all that, you don't need to rub it in."
Dear God, this stupid woman. "You misunderstand love."
"Do I?"
"Yes you do."
"Don't try to lie and say I'm pretty."
"Not pretty. You're much more than that love. You're a super nova hitting my world and I can't turn away. I'm riveted in awe, wondering what the fuck is this angel doing in my dungeon?"
"Flattery. How cute."
"Just please fucking pick something, for Christ sake, my wrists and ankles are going numb and there's no points for that. So, if you're going to choose something sadistic, make it count."
She went back to pacing and I allowed my gaze to devour every inch of her delectable preoccupied body. She was about to get what she clearly needed for the past ten years. "Just know, when it's my turn... I'm choosing forced orgasm for you, love."
She stopped pacing and turned to me, her spine erect. But where oh where was the challenge in her eyes?
Dominance hummed through my body and brought a joyous curve to my lips. "I'm going to imprison you in pleasure. Until you're crying. Until you're begging. Until your well kept secrets are on fire and dripping down your thighs. I'm going to crush your sexy resistance with my lips and tongue. And I'm going to be right at your scorching mouth, eating up the sounds of your mind blowing orgasm until you say it-- no, until you scream it. Lucian. Lucian Bane. That's what I want you to scream while I milk the ecstasy from your pretty little soul."
She stood there in shock. I was wondering if she'd ever recover when she finally began to nod. "That's it. Play dirty."
"We're likely so far behind in the points, it's over. Do you really think they're not done with their entire lists? Or at least all the big point items that we've not touched. It's not if they'll do the list, love, it's how well they do it. And in that regard, we are so losing our asses." But I'd known we would all along.
She pointed at me, revealing her breasts. "I don't need this from you. We're supposed to be a team. I can't do some of this stuff." She actually appeared hurt, like she knew it was going to be her fault they lost. But I was tired of playing.
"You should have thought about that before you signed up. And why can't you do the pleasure list, Tara. It's fucking pleasure, you won't die."
"It's not just pleasure. It's… I can't…" she opened her arms completely forgetting her nudity. "I can't just do those things with just anybody."
My cock stood tall and she went back to covering herself at seeing it, eyes all suspicious. "Well when does one become more than just anybody to you, Tara? You have a formula for the human emotions?"
She stared at me and finally turned, presenting her backside.
"Oh God, baby, let me worship your ass. Choose Ass worship, I beg you. Or Face Sitting. I'll pay you." I pulled on the restraints in agitation. "Face Sitting is worth a lot. We need the points. It's just pleasure, love, and I'm tied up. You've masturbated before I'm sure? You can close your eyes and pretend that's all you're doing."
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p; She paced and shook both her hands. "Okay. Okay, okay. I'll do it. But I have to bathe."
"Fuuuuuuck," I groaned.
"I'm not letting you do that unless I bathe. Ew."
"Can you fucking hurry?"
"Fine, fine."
I watched her go into the bathroom and closed my eyes, sheer joy racing through me. An eternal fucking hour later the shower shut off.
"Close your eyes. Please."
The timid way she demanded set me on fucking fire. What was it with her and that yin-yang behavior? Why did I like it so much?
"You must be a prune."
I felt her hand pressing on the small bed. "I'm climbing on you."
I was speechless as I waited. I suddenly wondered if I could have an orgasm this way. It'd be a first. Might even qualify for one of the bonus awards for most creative. Too bad they didn't have bonus points for most comical. We'd have that shit in the bag.
"Oh God, don't look," she whispered.
"Yes, Tara." It was a reminder to her that she was in control. It was also a reminder that this was a role we'd be switching.
"I'm. Ready."
Was she waiting for me to open my mouth? Stick out my tongue? I just never knew with her. Then I smelled her. Dear God. I leaned up instinctively and encountered smooth skin. "Oh Jesus, you shaved."
She squealed and moved out of reach. I laid my head down, somehow managing to keep my eyes closed. "I'm not chasing you. Plant your beautiful pussy on my mouth before I fucking scream."
"Okay, okay." The scared whisper throbbed right in my dick.
"Tara, your safe love. I promise I wouldn't ever hurt you. Tell me you believe that."
She answered by putting those sweet soft secrets right on my mouth. She kept enough distance that allowed me to make out with the full folds in a tender reverence.
I groaned on her. "Yes, just like that." I tilted my head, feeling her at different angles, then licked and sucked each petal between my lips. I slipped my tongue between the folds and slid it softly up. The ache in my cock drew a painful groan from me. I teased around her clit with the tip of my tongue and she soon began to sing those delicate worried moans. My hunger went to new dimensions with the sounds she made and I rode that current with her, kept her gripped with it.