Dark Desires (4 page)

“You have a very sweet ass,
g
irl. I can’t wait to fuck it.”

And I can’t wait to have you do it.

She wanted to come badly. Her thighs were sticky with her cream and her pussy throbbed with hunger. She wanted to beg him for permission
,
yet at the same time wanted him to know that he had all the control.

Master
J’s fingers traced the line of her slit and he hummed with satisfaction.

“I think it wouldn’t take much to push you into that orgasm you so badly want,” he said. “And you’ll have it, but only when I’m ready to allow you.”

“Thank you, Master J.”

As she waited for whatever came next, Risa was suddenly aware that something more than heavy BDSM play was happening here. She’d only wanted an experienced Dom who could take her to the next level, even higher, and help her satisfy her dark desires. But something more than that, something riding the edge of emotion, was happening
between them
and she
sensed
Master J felt it
,
to
o
.

What the hell?

She
hadn’t come here
looking for anything beyond
one night of extreme satisfaction. Of exploring new boundaries
. Her other attempts
to connect emotionally with
a
Dom
had exploded and left her
badly
burned.
Besides, how could
she
develop feelings for someone this fast
when she’d spent so much time separating herself from her everyday life and the Doms she played with
? She knew she had to fight this—whatever
this
was
—
but she seemed to have little control of the emotion surging through her
, squeezing her heart and warming her from the inside out.

“When we’re finished I’ll put some special cream on you to ease
any
discomfort.” He gave a slight groan. “I wish you could see how beautiful your ass is with these red stripes on it. I’d love to run my tongue over each one. And maybe I will before our session is over.”
He gave her buttocks a soft slap. “Spread your feet wider,
g
irl. I have a treat for you.”

She widened her stance as much as she could. She didn’t know which was making her more uncomfortable, the residual
soreness
from the spanking, the whipping and caning
,
or the position in the pillory.
She felt herself falling away from the pain into subspace, where she was disconnected from everything except sensation and her Master could do anything at all.
S
he trusted Ruelas to have matched her with a trustworthy Dom. And besides, whatever that feeling was that was building inside her
,
she was
assured that she was
truly
safe with him.

She closed her eyes for a moment, centering herself, and was shocked to feel Master J’s lips
o
n hers.
Doms usually avoided kissing
because it
w
as too personal. His mouth was firm and smooth, and he exerted just the right pressure. The tip of his tongue traced the seam of her lips, a tiny flame searing her
mouth
.
Her eyes flew open and she found him staring into them.

“Open your mouth,
g
irl,” he ordered.

When she did
,
his tongue thrust inside and licked every inner inch, dueling with her tongue. Sending some kind of message she was desperately trying to interpret.
When he lifted his head she experienced a
quick sense of loss. But he held something up for her to see and her heartbeat quickened again.

Chapter Two

She was delicious. That was the only word Jax Schroyer could think of to describe her.
The minute he’d laid eyes
o
n
Risa Channing he knew he was in trouble. Based on her request
,
he’d expected a sub with a hard edge, submissive yet always wanting more. Edgier.

He couldn’t have been more off base.
Ruelas had said she would prove to be an excellent sub. That she had come recommended and that he’d find her
p
leasing. Pleasing, for
G
od’s sake!

That was kind of like saying a pussy was wet.

And speaking of wet, Risa Channing was a walking wet dream. He
g
uessed h
e
r height at five
-
foot
-
four
,
but the sexy stiletto heels added another three inches.
Lustrous auburn hair fell in waves to her shoulders and was matched by the narrow strip of carefully trimmed curls at the lips of her cunt. Her ass
, now
sweetly
str
iped with the marks of the cane,
curved
gently
down to
her
thighs
and
he wanted to sink his fingers into
it.
H
er breasts, while not large, were still full and tipped with dusky nipples.
She certainly looked good enough to eat
,
immobilized in the pillory.
He wanted to run his tongue all over her
and take her home with him.

Take her home? Wait just a minute here.

Jax was a loner, had been for years. He’d discovered the hard way that his needs as a Dom didn’t appeal to too many subs. The ones
who
enjoyed
the extreme play he wanted weren’t anyone he wanted
to spend
more than a few hours
with
.
Ever
.
So what was it about this woman
that had grabbed him from the moment he
’d
set eyes on her
? Was it the faint air of vulnerability combined with an inner strength? Was it
her
willingness to explore more extreme planes of BDSM without either the sharp edge or excessive attitude of submission he’d found in other subs?

Maybe it was all of them
,
but something had unlocked the emotional door he’d kept secure for most of his adult life.
Whatever it was, he’d better get
her
out of his mind. She’d asked for one night
,
and for this night
,
he was going to take her for the ride of her life.
And that was it. He’d been down this road before and still had the scars to prove it.
He’d just have to get his rebellious emotions under control.

Spanking and caning her had aroused him so
much
he had a slight difficulty walking. Now he was going to move her on
to something else
,
and he wondered
how
long it would be before he gave in
to his own desires and shoved his cock into her cunt or her mouth.

Or her ass.

Her eyes widened at the clothespins he
’d
held up
at her eye level
.
He watched for signs of fear but saw only desire, need
,
and excitement. Again his traitorous emotions were jumping all over the
p
lace. Here was a woman who obviously had great depths and who enjoyed the extremes of BDSM as he did. Could he take a chance here?
All through the sess
i
on
his gut had been twisted into a kno
t
as he battled the thought
.
H
e’d followed that road before with disastrous results. He’d promised himself never to do it again. To take his pleasure where
h
e found it and t
h
at was all.

He deliberately swept everything out of his mind to concentrate on the play at hand.

“
Have your other Doms decorated your nipples or compressed them in any way?” he asked.

“Words,
g
irl,” he reminded when she just shook her head.

“No, Sir, they have not.”

“For needing to be reminded to answer properly I think one or two more strikes with the cane are in order.”

He picked the cane up from where he’d left
it
and applied it twice with increased force across her reddened skin. When he moved around to look at her face again
,
her eyes were glazed
.
T
he look he’d seen with subs
who
got high on pain. Who fell into subspace as the pain increased
with every
touch and tempo
across their flesh
.

She’d certainly been truth
ful
. This was what she craved.

He bent slightly and took her nipples in his mouth, each in turn, tugging at them with his lips and
gently
biting.
They tasted so sweet he was sure he could spend hours doing this to them and never tire of it.
Her soft little moans excited him
.
H
e bit a little harder before lifting his head. Then he picked up the clothespins again.

“I use these rather than jewelry,” he told her. “I see jewelry as a more personal item, a gift between a Dom and sub in a relationship. Plus
,
the clothespins work much better at compressing the entire nipple. Like this.”

He took one nipple between thumb and forefinger and pinched the pebbled surface hard. Risa sucked in a breath but her eyes, still slightly glazed, never left his face. Releasing the nub he placed
o
ne pin on it, making sure the entire surface was contained. The tiny whimper that escaped her mouth was definitely one of pleasure rather than protest.
When he did the same with the other nipple she hummed with
ecstasy
.

But the real test would come with the next move.

“I’m going to touch your clit,
g
irl. As aroused as you are
,
it will make you want to come
.
B
ut I order you not to.
If you do, I’ll need to punish you again.” He couldn’t help smiling at the way a hint of a grin played on her lips. “And no fair deliberately disobeying me.”

He squatted down in front of her and pushed her legs even further apart. When he ran his fingers along her slit he discovered she was even more drenched than before. Just the ghost of a touch on her clit made her quiver with restrained need. He was tempted to leave her like this, lightly toying with her clit yet denying her the opportunity to come
.
B
ut that would be for another time. If there
was
another
time, which
he was fervently beginning to hope there would be.

Now he
lightly
tugged on the swollen bud, made sure it was well
coated with her juices. She
gasped slightly at the pinch of
wood on her sensitive flesh but then he could almost
sense
her settle herself. When he was satisfied with his work
,
he rose to his feet and cupped her cheeks.

“All right?” he asked.

Even as he could see she had drifted into subspace
,
heat and hunger
still
danc
ed
in her eyes.
And something else.
Something evident in every submissive line of her bod
y
. Every reaction. It was a
dmiration for him as a Dom
.
It shocked him that she would
react that way
i
n such a short t
i
me and made him wonder at the ineptness of her former Doms.

“Yes, Master J. Very much so
.
”
H
er voice had a breathy quality to it now, evidence of her arousal and the effort it was taking to keep herself under control
.
E
ven with the pain and discomfort he knew she had to be feeling from the unnatural position
i
n the pillory.

“Excellent.” He couldn’t help brushing his lips against her, tasting the sweetness. She reached something
in
side him that no other sub had
ever touched
.
He sensed no artifice in her, nothing fake,
and nothing
ha
r
d or worn. She was a beautiful sub inside and out and he felt certain the Dom she chose would be a very special person to her. Something he’d never had with the other women he’d known.
He didn’t know whether to be angry about it or embrace it.