Forbidden Love Series (SubmissiveRomance) Complete Collection (2 page)

             
“Do you have a safe word?” he asked as he stalked further into the room.

             
“A what?”

             
“A safe word. Okay, lesson number one. Don’t ever start to play until you’ve chosen a safe word. It should be something personal to you and that you can easily remember.”

             
“Okay, um, how about…deadline.”

             
Dean cocked a brow and laughed. “Deadline?”

             
She felt her face flush with embarrassment. Was that a bad safe word? “Yeah, I always have deadlines at work and my boss is always screaming about them. I’ve grown to associate unpleasant things with that word.”

             
“Deadline it is then.” He sauntered toward her, stopping only once their bodies were close enough to touch. “Lesson number two.” He held up two fingers. “When you are in the presence of your Dom, you must show him respect and obedience.”

             
“How do I do that?” Unlike Dean, who was speaking in generalities, she wanted to make this personal. She wanted to get the full experience of what it was like to be a sub.

             
“Get down on your knees.” He pointed to the floor. Olivia went to her knees. Dean stood behind her. He took her hands and brought them around behind her back. Then he straightened her back and gently lowered her head so that it was downcast. “Like that,” he said his voice tight. “When your Dom enters a room, you present for him just like that. And you stay like that until he tells you otherwise. Understood?”

             
“Yes.”

             
“Good.”

             
Olivia watched his feet as he walked back around to stand in front of her. She wasn’t sure what to do, so she remained perfectly still, waiting. It wasn’t the most comfortable position to be in, especially for a long period of time.

             
“I have to say, it’s a major turn on to see a woman showing her obedience like that. And you look fantastic in that position.”

             
“Thank you,” she said.

She heard him draw a deep breath. “All right, lesson number three:
You will only speak when spoken to and you will always refer to your Dom as Sir or Master. Each Dom has their own preference. I like to be called Sir. That is what you will call me from this point forward. Is that clear?" Olivia nodded. “Good. Lesson number four, if you don’t do as I say, there will be punishment.”

             
“Punishment?” Her voice was barely audible to her own ears, she was amazed that he heard her.

             
“Don’t worry, we'll take it easy this first time. If I do anything to hurt you, or if I do something you don't like, you call out your safe word, okay?”

             
“Okay.” Nerves wracked her body and she felt nauseous.

             
“Okay, what?” he said in a demanding voice.

             
“Okay, Sir,” Olivia said with wide eyes. Wow. He wasn’t joking about that was he?

             
“Good girl, Olivia.” He rewarded her by bringing her to her feet and giving her a kiss that made her knees weak. “Now, remove your skirt and go lie down on the bed.”

             
Olivia’s hands trembled as she unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. Dean's eyes were like daggers in her back as he watched her walk toward the bed and lay down. Her heart was pounding in her chest and her body thrummed with sexual anticipation.  She licked her lips and waited. She couldn’t believe she was actually doing this. Granted, she’d had a few one night stands during college, but she hadn’t had one since becoming a responsible adult. Add to that the fact that she was in a dungeon room in the basement of a BDSM club with a Dom who wanted to do God knows what to her? She had seriously lost her mind.

D
ean approached and stood beside the bed, his head cocked to the side, smiling. He put his hand on her ankle and slowly coursed it up the length of her body. Her flesh erupted in goose bumps and she suppressed a shudder. “You have a beautiful body,” he said.

             
"Thank you, Sir."

             
He grinned broadly, clearly pleased with her ability to follow his rules. Dean took her hand and placed it on his crotch. She gently squeezed his erection, impressed with the size, and he groaned. “You’ve made me so hard, Olivia.” His explicit words shocked her – and made her panties wet. Dean stepped away from the bed and stood in front of a wall of toys. “Silk scarves or handcuffs?” he asked.

             
“Silk, please, Sir.”

             
Dean plucked two purple silk scarves from the wall and approached her again. “Spread your legs for me.” Olivia took a deep breath, and then spread her legs as wide as she could, watching with fascination as Dean tied each of her ankles to the bed post. The silk felt nice against her skin. Her panties were becoming increasingly wet and she wished he'd just get on with it already. The waiting was killing her. “Now put your hands above your head, grab the bars, and do
not
let go.”

             
Olivia inhaled deeply and did as she was told. Dean kneeled between her legs. One by one, he unbuttoned her poor excuse for a shirt until it fell open, exposing her breasts. The combination of the cool air and the feel of his calloused fingers rubbing over her breasts had her nipples hardening. Dean pinched her nipples a little harder, eliciting a startled cry from her. Holy shit! The pain was fleeting, but the pleasure washed over her in one wave after another. She arched into his touch, wanting more of the delicious pleasurable pain he was giving her.

             
“Hmm, you like that, don’t you?”

             
“Yes, Sir.” It surprised her just how much she liked it actually. 

As soon as she said that, he stopped
and lowered his face between her legs. Yes, finally, she thought. He gently blew a breath over her panties, the heat penetrating through the sheer, satin material. He put one hand on each of her inner thighs before pressing a firm kiss against her mound. When was the last time a man had gone down on her? It was pathetic that she couldn’t remember. Hell, she wasn’t sure she could even remember the last time she’d had sex. She groaned and tried to wiggle closer to him.

             
“I told you not to move!” He nipped at her, catching her panties and one of her lips in his teeth. She cried out and stilled, tightening her grip on the bars of the headboard. He resumed his slow, torturous onslaught tease of her sex with hot kisses and feather light caresses until she was panting with need. Then he gathered her panties to the side and flicked his tongue over her clit. Olivia half screamed, half moaned. She was so fucking horny that little bit of contact had her mind swirling and her body tensing for an orgasm. Most of the reason was because of Dean, because of what he was doing to her. But the other reason was because her last boyfriend wasn’t very adventurous in the bedroom. Then again, she wasn’t either.

             
“Mmm,” Dean hummed against her folds. “You taste so good, Olivia. And you’re so eager.” He chuckled. “It makes my cock so hard to know that you’re hot for me.” He slowly licked up one side of her folds and down the other. She swore the room exploded into hundreds of different colors. “Do you want to come?”

             
“Yes, Sir,” she whimpered. Christ, she couldn’t believe it. All he’d done was kiss her, pinch her nipples, and lick her clit and she was ready to come already. It used to take her a long time to get to this point with her ex, and most of the time, he finished way before she was even close. So the fact that a complete stranger could get her off so quickly was exciting and a little terrifying. It was like she had no control over her body.

             
He shoved two fingers into her pussy, his tongue circling her clit, and she lost it. Her hips bucked, lifting her ass off the bed. Dean pinned her down with an arm across her stomach and continued to finger her. “Yeah, that’s it, Olivia. Let it go. Give it to me, baby. Let me taste you.”

Sweet Lord, his voice, his words – no one had ever spoken to her like that before. And then she did as he’d asked. She gave him a taste of herself.
It all happened so fast. The way her orgasm tore through her body was violent and intense, and she nearly passed out from the sheer force of it. Her fingers and hands ached from holding the bars on the headboard so damn tight.  She wanted nothing more than to squeeze her thighs together to ease the throbbing tremors that were wracking her core, but she couldn't because her ankles were still tied to the bed.

D
ean brought his body up to cover hers, and then he kissed her. Her taste lingered on his lips and it was erotic to taste herself on him like that. What was even more erotic was that she was getting aroused again. Normally, if she were lucky enough to orgasm, she was good for a few days. But with Dean, she found herself craving more. Without thinking about it, she let go of the headboard and put her arms around his neck. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. “Uh-uh. No letting go, remember,” he said, drawing out her bottom lip with his teeth before kissing her again.

“Yes, Sir, sorry.”

“I'm going to tell you something, Olivia,” he said as he released her hands and kneeled between her legs again. Then he began to unbutton his pants. “Something I’ve never said to any sub before. Do you want to know what it is?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her curiosity was piqued.

He smiled down at her in that cocky arrogant way he had about him. “No sub, no woman has ever made me has hard as you have,” he pulled a condom from his pants pocket, and then pulled his pants down over his hips, “which is why I need to fuck you so badly. I feel like I’m going to die if I don’t get inside of you right now.”

It was a boost to her ego to know she turned him on so much. Olivia
watched as he rolled the condom over his long, thick cock. He was much larger than any other man she'd ever been with, and she knew it was probably going to hurt. But at the same time, that knowledge excited her. She hoped it would be like when he pinched her nipples – painful at first, and then blend into the most exquisite pleasure she’d ever felt.

“I’m not normally so impatient. I like to make my subs come three or four times.
Next time.” He settled between her legs, the head of his cock nudging her entrance. She inhaled sharply. “Next time.” He grunted as he pushed inside of her. “Holy fuck,” he breathed out. “Next time I'm going to spank that tight little ass of yours, and I'm going to make you beg for my cock.”

Olivia
held her breath. Next time? Spanking? Like everything else about him and this lifestyle, it excited and terrified her all at the same time. And if she wasn't consumed with the fact that his hard cock was fully inside of her, his hips frantically pumping her, she would've tried to wrap her mind around the idea of seeing him again. She assumed that in this world, a second meeting held a lot of implications. From her research, she knew that it usually meant he wanted to be her Dom, her Master. Kinky sex with him for the purposes of research was one thing; fully submitting to him for a long term relationship was something totally different. She didn't know if she was ready for that. Not so close to her break-up anyway. But the thought of not seeing him again – that was equally as scary.

“
Ah, God, Olivia, baby,” he ground out as he repeatedly shoved his cock in and out of her with merciless determination. He took hold of her hands again, intertwining their fingers, and his mouth crushed hers.

Baby? Was it normal for a Dom to give his sub a pet name? It seemed so out of character with the lifestyle. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t like it though. It made her feel special, even though she knew she wasn’t. She was just another in a line of subs. Her ex hadn’t cared enough to flatter her with names like that, so she was going to enjoy it, even if it was only in her mind. “
Please, Sir, can I touch you?” Olivia wiggled her fingers beneath his viselike grip.

“Yes, but only because this is your first time.”
He released her hands and she clutched his shoulders, digging her fingernails into his skin, causing him to cry out in pain. “God damn it!” He put his weight into his arms and looked down at her, her hands falling from his shoulders. Shit. She hadn’t meant to hurt him. Dean slowed his pace. “Am I hurting you, baby?”

His voice was suddenly different. It was softer and full of concern. It gave her chills. “No, Sir.”

Dean increased his pace again, rocking into her with such force; her head would’ve banged against the headboard if her ankles weren’t secured to the bed. She reached around and grabbed his ass, surprised to find it unforgiving in her hands. It was muscular, clenching and unclenching with each thrust of his hips. “Fuck,” he drew out the word, “I want you to come, Olivia. Now!”

The concept of coming at his command seemed ludicrous, but that's exactly what happened.
She chalked it up to the fact that she was already so close and told herself that it had nothing to do with his command. Her stomach tightened and her body convulsed at the same time as Dean's. Their orgasms collided inside of her, leaving her dizzy and unable to breathe. He collapsed on top of her and they lay there silently for several moments. Her mind was reeling from what just happened. Two orgasms within minutes – it was unheard of for her. Yet, it was something she knew she was going to crave during those nights when she was alone and longing for the touch of a man. No, not any man – Dean. She was afraid that after tonight, after this, no man could or would ever live up to him and the way he made her feel.