Her Two Doms (4 page)

Feeling greedy, she wondered what else she’d been missing. She had no idea how many more chances she’d have to play with him, and suddenly she didn’t want to miss a thing. “I want more.”

“Ask for it. Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck my cunt, Sir, and my ass.”

“Bear down to make it easier.”

Even though she was embarrassed, she forced her muscles to relax.

This time, he used two fingers up her ass. The sensation seared, as if he were touching her with electrical impulses.

Why, why had this been on her limits list?

“Tell me how you’re doing, sub.”

“You’d better stop if you don’t want me to come, Sir.”

He stopped.

“Damn you!”

He withdrew his hands and stood. “Relax,” he encouraged, his tone soothing.

“You, Sir, are a monster.”

He squeezed her shoulder in nonverbal reassurance. He seemed to know what she needed, even better than she did.

She tried to steady her breathing. At that point, she was on the verge of physical pain from the lack of orgasm.

Even though she turned her head to the side, she couldn’t see what he was doing.

He moved in front of her and met her gaze. “I want to watch you come.”

“You’re going to let me?” she asked.

“I’m going to make you,” he corrected.

No man had ever been so forthright with her. Master Devon was an excellent Dom, but he was a little more polished than Master Gabriel. Master Gabriel reminded her of a Wild West cowboy. Master Devon made her think of a corporate executive. She’d always thought she wanted someone like Master Devon, someone she related to more. She spent her days with professionals, so Master Devon was comfortable.

Master Gabriel was unlike anyone she’d met. She had to admit his tactics thrilled her.

“Keep your gaze on me, your eyes open the entire time I touch you. I want to see every reaction. If you hide, I will stop. Understand?”

She couldn’t say that any man had ever fingered her as anything other than foreplay. “Yes.”

He placed the palm of his left hand behind her neck.

She wanted their bodies to touch, but the thin wooden structure separated them, made her more aware of her femininity and vulnerability. He was in charge, she was helpless.

He moved his right hand between her legs and pulled back the hood of her clit to gently stroke the swollen flesh.

She moaned.

“I love your responses,” he told her.

He slid a couple of fingers inside her and pressed his thumb against her clitoris.

“Oh, Sir! This won’t take me long.”

“You’ve earned it,” he said. “I won’t make you hold off any longer.”

He finger-fucked her, starting softly, then increasing the tempo of his thrusts.

Her body felt molten, and she was no longer aware of being on the cross. She was simply in the moment, enjoying the feel of his hand.

When she had shown up, she’d been angry that Master Devon wasn’t available. She’d only wanted the familiar. But now… It was as if this Dom had uncovered her true nature.

She felt lost, and she wanted to surrender to the vortex of unexpected emotion.

“Keep looking at me,” he reminded her.

Even though he spoke softly, she heard the firmness of his command. She was aware of how well he read her. She hadn’t closed her eyes, but she’d been on the verge of doing so.

“Tell me how this feels.”

His rich voice thrilled her. “It’s amazing, Sir. You’re filling me so completely.”

“Filling what?”

“My…” He fucked her harder. “My…”

“Your?”

“Pussy, Sir!”

“Dirtier,” he ordered. “I want your words to be dirtier.”

“You’re stretching my cunt, Sir.”

“That’s hot,” he said.

Deep inside, she felt the beginning tendrils of a climax. Her breaths became more and more shallow.

“Tell me what you want, sub.”

“I want you to finger-fuck my cunt to orgasm, Sir.”

“Oh, yeah,” he said. He increased the depth and intensity of his thrusts, and he spread his fingers apart.

Her body convulsed.

“Eyes open,” he said.

His order was nearly impossible to follow. She wanted to come, was on the verge…

His mouth was set in a firm line. She read his determination in the solid set of his jaw. He obviously wanted to share the entirety of her experience.

“I’m…”

“Say it.”

She leant forward, rising on to her toes as much as the bondage would allow. She was wordlessly, shamelessly seeking more. “I’m going to come.”

Master Gabriel was true to his word. He went knuckle deep inside her and pressed hard on her clitoris. “Now,” he bit out.

The command pushed her over the edge.

“That’s a good little sub, coming on your Master’s command. Make my hand wet, give me your orgasm.”

Jerking against his hand, his palm, she screamed.

She continued to climax for long seconds as he forced the response from her body.

“Good,” he murmured, tugging slightly on her hair to keep her head in place.

Finally, despite his grip, she sagged, panting.

He’d been true to his word. He hadn’t let her come, he’d made her.

He nodded. Obviously she’d given him what he wanted, as well.

“How are you doing?” he asked quietly as he withdrew his hand.

“I’m fine, Sir.”

“I like the way you look on the cross, and how much access I have to your body. I also like that you can’t escape.”

“I do, too, Sir.” That reality surprised her. Until now, until him, she had preferred being in charge of a scene, dictating the pace, and deciding whether or not they had sex. He’d all but obliterated her boundaries, and it thrilled her.

“I’m going to release you from the cross.”

Her next few heartbeats slammed together. “Uhm…”

“Ask your question, sub. I don’t like prevarication, and it doesn’t suit you.”

 She bravely met his gaze. “Will you fuck me?”

He raised his eyebrows.

“If you don’t want to—”

“Stop. Fucking you is no hardship, Victoria. I just will not take advantage of you.”

“It wouldn’t be taking advantage of me, Sir.” She may never again get the chance to explore a relationship with Master Gabriel. She wanted to experience everything possible. Fear, trepidation, and excitement warred inside her, creating a turbulent knot in her stomach. She wanted it all, no matter how terrifying that thought was. “I want your cock. Fill me? Please?”

Chapter Three

As well as their first few minutes together had gone, Gabriel had never expected her ardent request.

Since she’d walked into one of the ship’s BDSM playrooms, filled with demands and limits, he’d been struggling to control his reaction to her hot body. The tiny noises she’d made, of pleasure and satisfaction, aroused him. But this… He was honoured by her plea. He wanted to do anything he could to make their time together memorable.

She licked her lower lip, betraying her trepidation. The fact that she was unsure of his desire for her made him want her even more. “I want you on your knees, sub, with my dick in your mouth.”

“Yes, Sir.” She lowered her gaze.

He let go of her chin. “I’m going to take off the nipple clamps.”

She nodded, and he wondered what had happened to the spitfire who’d shown up in his cabin. No matter her behaviour, he still had to quell the urge to fling her over his shoulder and brand her as his.

He cupped her left breast and released the pressure.

She yelped.

“I should have warned you.” He swirled his tongue around the compressed tip and sucked on it gently.

“Oh, Sir, that’s…”

He looked up. “That’s…?”

“Good. Your mouth feels so good. It takes away the pain, and it makes me horny.”

“No coming.”

“I—”

“I think I’ve been more than generous. Don’t you agree?”

“Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”

“Ready?”

She took a breath.

He removed the second clamp and again eased the pain with his mouth.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“I was wondering if Master Devon had taught you any manners.” He hoped his friend and partner joined them soon. She might be enjoying this scene with him, but the two of them worked in tandem to further heighten a sub’s experience.

He got to work on her bonds, taking his time to ensure he rubbed circulation back into each wrist as he freed it.

She lowered her arms gingerly.

He bent to unfasten her ankles, then changed his mind. Since he was already there, he spread her labia and licked her pussy.

Her knees buckled before she caught herself. She grabbed on to his shoulders. He really liked the way that felt.

“Sir…”

“Go ahead. I want to punish you, anyway. Just gives me more reason.” But he gave her no choice. He used his tongue and his fingers to tease and torment. There was no way she wouldn’t come.

“Please, Sir,” she implored, digging her fingers in deeper. Her body jerked. “I can’t hold back. I just…can’t…”

He increased his tempo.

“I don’t want to be punished for not being able to help myself.” Her words were nearly breathless, dazzling in their honesty. “I… Sir…” Her soft plea became a scream as he forced her orgasm.

Her pussy clenched around his hand, and he felt her moisture trickle over his fingers.

Oh, yeah. He liked dominating this subbie, demanding her reluctant surrender. “That was naughty of you,” he said.

“Sir, you gave me no choice.”

“What’s your point?” Not waiting for her response, he unfastened her ankles. “Now I think you’re close to being ready to be fucked.”

She continued to hold on to his shoulders while she stood on her toes and flexed her ankles.

He could stay there a while longer, inhaling her intoxicating musk.

“I want your cock,” she whispered. “In my mouth first, like you wanted.”

That she said she wanted him, asked for him so honestly, made him harder. Many subs had to be coached to say things like that. He knew she wasn’t hugely experienced in the scene, so her words rang with an authenticity that appealed to his inner Dominant.

Without waiting for his response or approval, the little vixen lowered herself to the floor and unfastened the top button of his jeans. She didn’t look up as she tugged down on his zipper. He should stop her, he knew, or at least reprimand her. But he didn’t. It had been a long time since a woman had taken the initiative, and, sub or not, he liked it. That she was as hungry for him as he was for her did amazing things for his ego.

He toed off his boots and kicked them aside as she drew his jeans down.

“I’ve never met a man who went commando,” she said. “I like it.”

She curled her hand around his hard cock and licked the pre-cum from his slit.

He grabbed her head.
He was in charge.
He was the Dom.
And damn if he didn’t feel as if she had all the power.

Victoria looked up at him. The expression on her face was somewhere between serene and triumphant.

She drew his cockhead into her mouth and pressed her tongue against the base.

“Fuck.” He groaned. He should have masturbated before she showed up. Work kept him plenty busy and it had been a while since he’d had anything other than a hand job in the shower. His callused hand felt much different than the softness of her skin on him.

She continued to stroke and suck, moving lower and lower on his shaft.

Normally he took control with his women, guiding each of their actions, but she was setting the right pace, pleasing him.

She increased the tempo. She took him deep, with longer and faster strokes.

He held her head steady. An orgasm was already building, and he wasn’t so damn young and unschooled that he was going to shoot his load down her throat in less than two minutes. “Stop.”

She ignored his command.

For a few more seconds, he let her. Despite his resolve to be the Dom, the woman gave a hell of a blow job.

Finally, he gritted his teeth. He was only human.

He forcefully put his hands near her ears and held her tight. “I said stop. Hands behind your back.”

She released him, and she huffed, a very unfeminine, non-submissive sound.

“That will cost you,” he said.

“I’m just trying to please you, Sir.”

If she only had an idea of how much she was doing exactly that. “You can please me by doing as you’re told.” He made his tone harsher than necessary, mostly because he needed the reminder of their relationship dynamic.

“Anything you say, Sir.”

That didn’t sound at all submissive, either.

But she did as he’d ordered and linked her hands at the small of her back.

She continued to gaze up at him. Brazenly she licked her upper lip. His cock twitched in response.

For the first time in his life, he regretted that he didn’t wear boxers or briefs. He didn’t want to pull his jeans back on, but he wondered how long he’d be able to resist the temptation of her willing mouth or her hot cunt.

“Stand and bend over. Spread your legs. Hold your ankles.”

She looked at the floor.

“
Now.”

She scrambled to her feet and followed his instructions, grabbing her ankles and staying in place.

Her immediate response restored the natural order. He didn’t like the idea of anyone, especially a novice, having the upper hand.

Damn. She looked so appealing bent over. Her hair flowed everywhere. Her rear was alluringly curved. And, in the strategically placed light, he saw that her pussy still glistened with moisture.

Since she couldn’t see him, he took a deep breath. He often told his playmates to breathe through difficulty or pain. It was the first time he’d actually taken his own advice. “I’m going to punish you, Victoria. You’ve earned it.”

“Yes, Sir,” she murmured.

“No protest?”

“Anything you say, Sir.”

Confounding woman. Everything she did, everything she said, turned him on more. He had to hand it to her. She wasn’t the typical sub.

He cupped her butt cheeks, as if weighing them. Then he kneaded the flesh to bring blood flow to the area and minimise any potential bruising. After all, the cruise would last a few days. If he had his way, they’d have the opportunity to play together again, even if Devon demanded a few favours in return.