Her Two Doms (5 page)

Instead of manipulating her butt cheeks, he rubbed her vigorously.

She moaned gently. “That feels good, Sir.”

“It won’t feel as good when I spank you.”

“Are you going to do it hard, Sir?”

“Goading me, sub?”

“I was just asking a question, Sir.”

“I see. And yes,” he replied. “I’m going to spank you hard.” He stopped rubbing her and turned slightly. He trailed a finger from her front to her back along her cleft. “In fact, I’m going to give you the spanking of your life.”

She murmured something unintelligible.

“I beg your pardon?”

“I said to bring it on.” As if it were an afterthought, she added a belated, “Sir.”

He slapped her rear hard enough that she rose on her toes. She shuddered.

“Do you remember your safe word?”

“Is that the best you have?”

He grinned. Bravado laced her voice. There was no doubt his hit had hurt, and a red mark immediately appeared in the middle of her right buttock. “It will be an old-fashioned over-the-knee spanking for such a sassy girl.” He waited. “Or are you going to safe word? You said that was a limit.”

“And you said you were going to take me past them.”

“Only with your permission.”

“I’ve been naughty, Sir.”

They were making real progress.

He took off his T-shirt and tossed it in the direction of the laundry basket before moving a sturdy wooden chair into the middle of the room and sitting on it.

“On all fours, and get your ass over here.”

She elegantly lowered herself to the floor. Her hair was a riotous mess. As she crawled, she looked up at him. There was no fear in her gaze, only anticipation.

“Your cock is hard, Sir.”

“On my lap,” he instructed when she knelt up near his feet. He gritted his teeth as she positioned herself on his thighs.

She wiggled about far more than necessary.

“Grab the chair legs,” he snapped.

While she followed orders, he gave her rear another couple of rough caresses before smacking her lightly a few times.

She stuck her butt up a bit higher. He wasn’t sure if that was an invitation or a challenge.

“Right,” he said. He caught her buttocks from underneath, angling the hit upwards.

“Ouch!”

“You wanted a hard spanking.”

“But…”

“Safe word, or spread your legs so I can see if this is arousing you.”

She took a moment to comply, but finally she parted her thighs.

He slid his finger effortlessly into her heated cunt, “You hate this.”

“Spank me, then fuck me, Sir.”

He cupped his palm and blistered her rear with repeated slaps. She cried out. She wriggled. And then, as he found a rhythm, she moved in tandem with him. His cock throbbed.

“Sir, I need to come again.”

“This is punishment,” he reminded her.

She kicked one leg in what he assumed was frustration.

“Spank me
harder,
Sir!”

He made a mental note to use a belt or paddle on her butt next time for two reasons. Firstly, for a woman with such a shapely behind, she had a magnificent pain tolerance, and secondly, the skin-on-skin contact distracted him.

“Sir, please fuck me.”

He couldn’t resist. He gave her a few more brutal swats applying enough force and speed that she cried out.

“Sir!”

“On your knees.” He slid her from his lap.

She looked up at him, her eyes wide with shock. He kept his hands on her waist until she regained her equilibrium.

He crossed to the side of the room and grabbed a condom and rolled it into place as he walked back to her. He didn’t need to give himself even a few cursory strokes to be completely hard. He sat in the chair again. “Straddle me.”

“Facing you, Sir?”

He nodded and offered his hand to help her into position. She braced herself, her feet on the floor, one of her hands on his shoulder. “Guide my dick inside you.”

“Finally,” she said.

“I’ll spend the rest of the cruise teaching you some manners.”

“I’m not a quick study, Sir.”

He caught her hair and pulled back her head. “Try that on some clueless Dom, Victoria.”

She sank on to him, sliding down his length slowly.

He allowed her to momentarily set the pace as she got accustomed to him.

“Mmm,” she murmured, when he was balls deep in her hot cunt.

After a few moments, she rose up and sank back down again. “I want you to really fuck me.”

He captured her hips, wrestling back control, which was evidently what they both wanted. “Hold on to my shoulders.” He lifted her and quickly lowered her again.

“Yes…”

He set a fast pace, with short, shallow thrusts, making sure he hit her G-spot.

Her breaths came in shortened spurts. He felt her buttocks clench.

“Sir… Sir!”

“Yeah,” he said. “You can come.” He moved one hand so he could torment one of her nipples.

With a shriek, she collapsed against him, grinding out her orgasm.

But he was relentless. He wanted to please her.

He gave no quarter, even though she gasped. “Again,” he told her. He manoeuvred them slightly. He slid one finger up her ass, nearly making her stand up straight. “You’ll love it.” He squeezed the nipple he’d been ignoring. “Ride me.”

She did, leaning forward a bit, rubbing one tit on his bare chest and digging her fingers into his hair.

A sheen of perspiration covered her back. He’d rarely been with a woman who was so wanton in her abandon. It took all his concentration to hold back his ejaculation as she rocked her hips and moved up and down.

“I like having your finger up there.”

“Up where?” he demanded, sinking deeper.

“My ass,” she said hoarsely.

She moved her pelvis, greedily orgasming again.

Finally, he allowed himself to come. He bit back a curse, and she didn’t try to hide her triumphant laugh. “You really do need to learn your place.”

“Teach me,” she said against his ear.

He held her for several minutes, cradling her tightly.

When her breathing returned to normal, and she shivered slightly, he gently eased his finger from her. “I want you on your knees,” he told her.

She leant back and met his gaze. She kept one hand around his neck, and she brushed strands of hair back from her forehead.

“Yes, Sir.” She lifted herself from his cock and held on to the chair back as she knelt.

Fucking her had been more than he’d expected. He liked the feel of her pussy muscles clenching him, enjoyed the little sounds she’d made as she’d unravelled, and he loved her lack of inhibition.

Across the room, he turned on the faucet while he discarded the condom. He washed his hands, then ran warm water over the washcloth. He took a hand towel from the cupboard beneath the sink.

She waited patiently for him, hands behind her back, gaze cast downward, legs spread. With her spunkiness and selected submission, she was perfect.

He returned to her and wiped off the perspiration before crouching in front of her to gently clean her private area.

He was thorough because he wanted to be, parting her labia, pulling back the hood of her clit, then finally inserting the washcloth slightly into her ass.

She sighed.

Afraid she’d catch a chill, he grabbed the towel and dried her.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“You don’t say that enough. Master Devon didn’t teach you about gratitude?”

“I told you I was a slow learner, Sir.”

“A convenient learner, maybe. I’ll walk you back to your cabin.”

She frowned. “But I thought we had more time.”

“I have you booked for tomorrow morning. Be here at nine. And dress correctly. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” A bit hesitantly she added, “You said something earlier about a drink in the bar.”

“Another time.”

He saw a battle warring on her face. She pursed her lips and her nostrils flattened. He had no doubt she was a formidable foe in the courtroom. Anyone less secure of his sexuality would feel emasculated.

Obviously struggling with what she saw as his dismissal, she stood.

“Did I give you permission to get up?” he asked.

“Did I ask for it?”

Back to where they started. He followed her to the office.

“I’ll see myself out,” she said.

“Victoria, wait.”

She didn’t.

She slammed the door so hard it reverberated in its casing.

He didn’t follow.

After straightening up a bit, he went to the bar, alone. He was sipping a whisky, neat, when Devon slid into the empty seat next to him.

“I saw Victoria,” Devon commented, the words sounding more like an accusation than a statement.

He downed the rest of the drink.

“She was by the rail on the deck, watching the waves. I asked how your scene went. She didn’t answer.”

He smacked the empty glass onto the bar. “I like her.”

“Should have guessed. You don’t usually treat subs like shit. Most of them walk away as friends.”

Gabriel had a reputation as a kind, considerate Dom. Devon was right—the way Gabriel had just behaved was out of character. For the first time, he’d had difficulty separating his emotions from a scene, maybe because he’d never been for hire before.

“I told her you can’t help yourself—sometimes you’re just a dick,” Devon said with a shrug.

“Thanks for the support.” But he shouldn’t have needed a friend to apologise for him. He should be man enough to do it himself. “I told her we’d play tomorrow. I need to cancel or you need to be there. Is it a problem for you if I like her?”

“Only if you don’t like sharing.”

“We’ve shared women before…but I might want to keep this one.”

“For yourself? Or for us?” Devon asked.

“Us.”

“Oh.” Devon reached for a non-existent drink. “No problem at all, in that case.” Devon raised a hand. “Bartender, another round.”

Chapter Four

Victoria had finally given up her attempt at sleep, tossed back the covers and ordered coffee and orange juice from room service.

Clad only in her robe, she went on to her balcony to watch the sunrise over the water.

As she sipped from her mug, she told herself that Master Gabriel hadn’t done anything wrong—he’d only reneged on his offer of taking her for a drink. It didn’t mean anything.

When Master Devon had joined her at the ship’s rail, he’d told her that Master Gabriel’s behaviour had meant something. Since his friend wasn’t generally a dick, the scene had obviously affected him.

Victoria had looked him in the eye and said that sounded like bullshit, and he’d explained that Doms sometimes got more involved emotionally than they planned. She hadn’t believed it, but Master Devon had squeezed her wrist and assured her he knew his partner well.

This morning, while she was enjoying the soothing ocean sounds and the sight of dolphins playing in the distance, she realised that, no matter how badly his rejection had stung, she still wanted to play with Master Gabriel. Wondering what that said about her, she took another fortifying sip of coffee.

She only hoped she still had the opportunity to scene with Master Devon. The Doms were different. She wanted them both, wanted her money’s worth.

Her mind filled with possibilities and naughty images, she took her time getting ready. She dressed to please Master Gabriel, forgoing the skirt and shirt.

Promptly at nine, she knocked on the door to the Domination room. Her heart was hammering, and thoughts tumbled one on top of the other.

He opened the door and invited her in. The man was devastatingly handsome in jeans and a form-fitting T-shirt.

“You look lovely. Much more appropriate than the way you were dressed yesterday.”

“And you are on time. I like that you are trying to please me.”

With a reaction like that, she’d try to keep him happy.

Before she could respond, he continued, “I owe you an apology.”

“I agree.” But she hadn’t expected it.

He hadn’t ordered her to her knees, hadn’t tied her to a kneeling bench or tossed her over his shoulder. He’d met her on equal terms, something she appreciated.

“My behaviour last night was out of line. I know Master Devon spoke with you, and what he told you was correct. It’s been a long time since I’ve dominated a sub, and I enjoyed the experience more than I thought I would. Seeing to you after the scene was my duty. I failed you.”

How could she stay upset at a man who admitted fault and apologised? She didn’t know what to say, and that was a unique experience.

“You’re welcome to request I not be your Dom.”

“I want you,” she admitted. “If it hadn’t been hot for me, I wouldn’t have wanted to have a drink with you.”

He folded his arms across his chest and asked, “Any ill effects from your spanking?”

“Not even a bruise.” She’d checked in the mirror.

“You sound disappointed.”

“I am,” she confessed.

“I’ll see if I can do better. This way. And crawl, sub.”

Instantly he’d established the rules and the boundaries. The lawyer in her respected that, even if she didn’t like it.

“I can stick a ponytail up your ass and put a bit in your mouth if you prefer.”

She gulped. “Crawling is fine, Sir.”

On her knees, she followed him.

“When you reach the centre of the room, stand and strip naked.”

As intimate as they’d been, removing the few items of lingerie shouldn’t have bothered her, but, with him fully clothed, it seemed to reinforce her submission.

She complied with his orders, kicking off her shoes. The few inches of height she lost bothered her. Around him, she felt petite. She didn’t generally like men towering over her, and he definitely did.

Her fingers shook as she took off her thong and released her stockings from the garter belt. She rolled down each silky stocking, then removed the garter belt and corset.

“Much better.”

“I thought you might have liked the outfit, Sir.”

“I do. But I like seeing your skin. I want to watch it change colour as I mark you.”

Her pussy felt as if it was dripping.