Her Two Doms (3 page)

“Cup your breasts and play with your nipples.”

Victoria West, renowned attorney and television commentator, blushed.

During their time together, he intended to give her another dozen reasons to deepen that pretty colour on her cheeks.

Chapter Two

Her breaths threatened to strangle her.

Even in the battlefield of the courtroom, she’d never met anyone quite like him.

He was considerably taller than she was. She hated tilting her head back to meet anyone’s gaze. And his eyes were an electric blue that seemed to pulse with barely contained energy.

His raven-dark hair was pulled back and held with a thin strip of leather. If he had to secure it at his nape, it was much longer than that of the lawyers, judges, and television anchors that she encountered on a daily basis.

Where other men wore civility like a cloak, with him it was merely a veneer.

And his behaviour was out of bounds. He’d shocked her when he’d thrown her over his shoulder as if he was a caveman and she was his conquest.

In that instant, she had known that being with him would be more intense than anything she’d experienced…if she had the guts to play with him.

Victoria didn’t trust easily. She’d learned that lesson early, and hard. For her, trust had to be earned. But the way he’d already treated her, with a mixture of force and patience, had made her maddeningly wet. She’d thought she’d never want to play with anyone other than Master Devon. After all, she knew him. He was safe, and he let her set the pace. She supposed some called it topping from the bottom. And, probably, it was. But she was the paying client, something Master Devon recognised, and something this man didn’t seem to care about.

Confounding Dom.

But, if she were truthful, she’d admit that she yearned for more than just a little taste of his domination. She hadn’t run, despite the fact that he’d given her plenty of opportunity. She craved what he offered.

“Do I need to repeat my command?” He arched a sinfully dark eyebrow. “Sub?”

“Sir?”
Good God, what had he asked?
And how much trouble was she in for forgetting? “I apologise, Sir.” As a rule, she didn’t allow to herself to be flustered by men, Doms included. But something about him made her forget everything she knew about being a powerful woman. She just wanted to be a submissive, to surrender, to feel, to enjoy…

“Play with your tits,” he said.

His tone was softer than she’d dared hope. It was as if on some level he recognised how difficult this was for her, and respected it. “Yes, Sir.”

When he spoke again, his tone offered no compromise. “Torture your nipples, and get them ready for me.”

Shoving aside her traces of embarrassment, she played with her nipples.

“Squeeze them harder,” he ordered. He folded his arms across his chest. He regarded her. His eyes seemed to have darkened to the colour of a moonless midnight.

She followed his order, pinching herself, pulling on the tips. She gritted her teeth, from the pain, from his perusal.

“I said
harder
,” he snapped.

She ground her back teeth. He turned away from her, and she exhaled. What had she got herself into?

She eased off the pressure slightly, but she knew she’d regret it.

Moments later, he faced her, a set of Japanese clovers hanging from his index finger.

Nasty little buggers. But he’d been listening when she’d said she liked them.

“Sexual arousal will allow you to tolerate more pain,” he said. “Play with your cunt with one hand. And keep up the pressure on your nipples.”

She lowered her head slightly and looked at the floor. Her hair fell forward, hiding her face. She’d never masturbated in front of a man before, but she suspected he wouldn’t want to hear that.

Without protesting, she slipped her fingers between her folds. She closed her eyes, pretending Master Gabriel was touching her.

“Sexy,” he said. “You may only come with permission.”

That was one order she wasn’t worried about following.

“Are you wet, sub?”

“Yes, Sir” she whispered.

“How wet?”

His voice was low and sultry. She opened her eyes to find him standing only inches away from her.

“Show me,” he said. “And keep tormenting your nipples.”

Embarrassed, she held up her hand. He took it and sucked the moisture from her fingertips. Her knees buckled.

Right then, just from the eroticism of having her fingers in this gorgeous man’s mouth, she could have come.

He released her and took a step back. “Hands behind your neck.”

She lifted her hair and linked her hands at her nape.

“Thrust out your chest.”

He plumped her right breast and pinched her nipple considerably harder than she was capable of doing. His fingers were powerful. Her nipples felt as if they were caught in a vice. She gasped.

“When I tell you to play with your nipples, this is what I mean. Am I clear?”

She panted, unable to answer. He was relentless with his yanking and twisting and pulling.

“Sub?”

“Yes, Sir,” she managed around a grimace. But, shockingly, her pussy was getting wetter.

He let go of her nipple and instantly clamped it.

She whimpered.

“Remember to take deep breaths,” he told her.

“Easy for you to say, Sir.”

“Settle in to the pain,” he recommended.

“My clamps are nothing like this, Sir! Please! Please take it off.”

“Just relax.”

She released her hands and reached for the clamp.

“Behave,” he said sharply. “You can do this.”

“I—”

“Would you like me to handcuff you?”

“God damn it!” What the hell had she been thinking in agreeing to play with him? “Brute,” she said.

Instead of heeding her protests, he squeezed her left nipple.

The pain nearly brought her to her knees. “I hate it,” she said.

He clamped her nipple, then squeezed both of her breasts. Her eyes filled with tears and she determinedly blinked them back.

“You can use your safe word,” he reminded her.

She refused to admit defeat. “No, Sir.”

“Remain where you are.”

He returned after a few seconds, holding a small, pink vibrator.

He flicked a switch and the little machine pulsed to life. He pushed a button and the thing leapt on his palm. He captured her chin and her gaze. “Fight your orgasm,” he instructed.

With the amount of pain she was in, she could only think about escape.

He placed the vibrator between her legs and unerringly found her clit.

Almost instantly, sensations of pleasure licked at her, not just her pussy, but her whole body. Her clamped nipples heightened the experience. Unbelievably, she felt the first tendrils of an orgasm. “Sir!” Obviously he knew more about this sadomasochism experience than she did.

“Fight it,” he repeated.

She rose on to her tiptoes, seeking more and simultaneously trying to pull away.

He turned up the intensity of the vibrator, and she convulsed. He placed a hand on her lower back, supporting her and preventing her escape.

“I need…”

“Not yet,” he said softly against her ear.

“I’m so wet, Sir. I…” She was losing control. Against his orders, she unclasped her hands and reached for his shoulders to steady herself.

“That’s earned you a punishment,” he said.

She was beyond caring. She needed him, his touch, and she needed an orgasm like she needed her next breath. “More,” she pleaded. “Just stop that.” Even to her own ears, she sounded ridiculous. She wanted more and she wanted him to stop?

He didn’t seem puzzled at all.

He moved the vibrator faster and faster, then he inserted the tip inside her. The sensations seemed to change, becoming more powerful.

She tossed her head back and forth as she sought to hold on. Despite the air conditioning, perspiration dotted her back.

Her temporary Dom was relentless. He fucked her with the vibrator. He slid it between her folds. He pulled back the hood of her clit and touched the pointed tip against the swollen nub.

She cried out, on the verge. She was almost there…

Then suddenly he stopped.

He turned off the vibrator and pulled his hand away.

She collapsed. He caught her and held her close. She felt the strength of his arms as she snuggled against his chest. The steady thud of his heartbeat, combined with his heat, and the salty crispness of ocean air, gave her comfort she’d never felt before. It was as if he understood her better than any man ever had.

“Naughty sub, almost coming.”

Her whole body was still shaking. She’d never been so close to a climax only to be denied. Every nerve ending felt as if it were on fire. She was desperate for relief. “Please… I want… I need…” She could hardly think. “Please fuck me, Sir.” He’d told her when they first started that he’d make her beg. She’d tossed his words back at him. It hadn’t taken him half an hour to thoroughly prove his point.

“Not yet. It will be worth your wait,” he promised.

She wasn’t sure about that. She drew a deep breath. No man, Dom or vanilla, had ever denied her like this. She shook with need, and she was beyond pride. This man had broken past all her defences. “Sir, please…”

Without responding, he slowly released her, but she wasn’t sure she was ready to stand on her own.

He held her shoulders for just a moment while she regained her balance on the stilettos. The combination of his kindness and sternness unnerved her.

He tipped back her head, as he had a couple of times before. She was realising that Master Gabriel refused to let her hide from him, or from herself. She closed her eyes.

“Look at me,” he said.

She gritted her teeth in frustration and did as he said.

“How do your nipples feel?” he asked.

“They hurt. But it’s increasing the…”

“The?” he prompted.

“Pleasure. Please don’t gloat.”

“I wouldn’t consider it,” he said softly.

Without conscious thought, she curled her hand around his wrist, turning to him for comfort even though he was the one punishing her.

“I want you on the St Andrew’s cross.” He nodded to the far side of the room where the structure loomed.

Hardly able to think straight, she nodded. She released her hold on him, and he slowly let go of her chin.

She shook her hair back as he moved aside.

Wrapping herself in the same confidence she wore into the courtroom, she did as he’d said. With each movement, the nipple clamps swayed, and she was aware of the slickness between her legs.

“Face away from me,” he said when she stopped and looked back at him

She stared, alternately fascinated and frightened.

He waited, not saying anything, as if giving her time to protest. “Yes, Sir,” she said. A knot of fear settled in her stomach, but a bigger part of her was curious. He’d already pushed her beyond where she thought she could go. She wanted to know how much further he would take her.

If she were honest with herself, she’d admit she’d wanted to play with someone like him. While she adored Master Devon, he wasn’t as harsh as Master Gabriel. Master Devon would have let her come earlier, and he would have coaxed a response a bit more gently. If she could combine the two, they’d be the perfect Dom. That naughty thought made her pussy even wetter.

She continued towards the cross and, once she was in front of it, she spread her legs and raised her arms.

“Good sub,” he said, his voice rich and close to her ear.

He moved behind her. With the force of his hard body, he pushed her against the wood. She felt his strength
and
his erection. He wanted her as much as she wanted him.

With quick, efficient motions, he fastened her wrists in place.

Then he crouched and gently bit her ass.

She jerked.

“I can smell your arousal, sub.”

“Finish me off, Sir.”

Without responding, he secured her right ankle in place. Within moments, her left ankle was immobilised as well. Her legs were stretched uncomfortably apart.

He skimmed his fingers across her pussy, and he played with her clit.

“Damn you, Sir… I want to come!”

“And I want you desperate,” he countered.

“I am,” she snapped.

He chuckled, and she found that more infuriating than if he’d smacked her.

His fingers were slick with her moisture, and he moved backwards, again teasing her anus. Damn him. Anal was on her limits list, and he knew it. She’d always thought of anal penetration as debasing, but every nerve ending there felt as if it were on fire. Something she’d always thought she hated, she suddenly wanted.

He pressed gently then pulled back.

“I want…”

“Tell me specifically,” he said. “If we’re going anywhere near your limits, you need to give me permission to continue.”

“Just… Damn it… Put your finger up my ass, Sir.”

He slapped her left butt cheek, hard. “Where are your manners, slut?”

She yelped.

He ground his thumb on her throbbing clit. She felt him inserting several fingers from his other hand up her cunt.

Dear God, she was coming apart. “Please,” she pleaded, hardly able to draw a breath. “I want your finger up my ass.”

“Are you certain?

“Yes,” she whispered.

Using her juices as lubrication, he inserted his finger just a little. When she gasped, he backed out. Before she regained her breath, he entered again. She clenched her butt cheeks.

“Relax,” he told her.

Under his relentless physical assault, she could do nothing but feel.

By easing forward then drawing back again, he found a rhythm that helped her accept his invasion inside her tightest hole. He was fucking her, stretching her. It felt amazing. “God!”

“Stop?” he asked.

“No. I want…”

Relentlessly he drove deeper, sinking his finger in as far as possible.

“You’re there,” he said.

He placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head and said, “Well done, sub.”

She exhaled. Having him behind her, his finger seated securely inside her anus, being helplessly spread against the cross, her nipples aching, her rear smarting from his smacks and the soft bite, having her pussy stretched and her clit throbbing from his gentle abuse, all combined to take her to a place she’d never been.