In the Den (12 page)

“That male thing again?” she asked.

“Turns out I’m suddenly an ass man. Much as I loved seeing you displayed on the spindle, I’d like to put you over it the other way, just for my edification.” He sat. “Start with my shoes.”

It was one thing for a man to kiss her feet, it was another to be at his. She considered crouching, but that would give him a glimpse of her pussy. So that left kneeling as her only option. “Too bad you’re not wearing boots. I could straddle your leg to get them off.”

“I’ll wear a pair tomorrow.”

Bastard probably would, too.

She knelt and untied his laces before removing his shoes and socks.

He stood. “I’m at your mercy, Milady.”

Since she was on her knees, it made sense to remove his belt. She tugged the leather free and rolled it up before placing it on top of one of his shoes. She contemplated dropping his trousers, but she needed a minute to prepare herself before having her mouth mere inches from his cock.

Ignoring the way his lips twitched in a half-smile, she stood. She removed his sweater and tossed it near her dress, pretending not to notice his wince. Yes, it was definitely time to shake up Damien Lowell.

She unfastened his trousers, and let them fall down. “Boxers, Damien?”

“I like my balls loose,” he said. “But wool can chafe. I can wear something else if you prefer?”

“No. I like the way I can reach my hand in the front of boxers.”

“Do it.”

He already had an erection, and she closed her hand around him. “Silky,” she said as she moved her hand back and forth. “And I love how thick it is.” She might have said the same words to a sub, but there was a difference when the man intended to dominate her with it.

A few strokes later, he clamped his hand around her wrist. “That’s enough.”

She was accustomed to deciding when enough was enough for a man’s dick. And most times, it was a couple of seconds before he spilled. But she gritted her teeth and instead took off his boxers.

He stepped out of his clothing.

“Remain as you are.”

Knowing she’d never get away with leaving his pants on the floor, she hung them from the couch. The boxers, though, she wadded and tossed beneath the couch.

“Play with your nipples,” he instructed.

“They’re already sensitive from your clamps.”

“All the better.”

She rolled them and squeezed them and tugged on them, aware of his perusal, of the pre-cum leaking from his cockhead.

He took hold of a handful of her hair and she whimpered a little. “I want you to look up at me.”

Compelled, she had no choice.

“Now play with your pussy. But don’t come.”

She fingered herself.

“Slick already?”

“Very,” she said. In the absence of any other instruction, she continued to slide her fingers, then she dipped inside.

“I can smell you,” he said.

“Yes.” She’d had so many orgasms earlier that she thought it would take her forever to get turned on. But she already felt as if she were close to a climax. Her whimpers became moans.

All embarrassment disappeared as need built.

“That’s a girl,” he said. “Play with that gorgeous pussy.”

As the edge neared, she moved faster and faster, jerking her hips, trying to get better angles, more pressure.

She stopped caring how tight he held onto her, and she closed her eyes. So close…

“That’s enough.”

When she didn’t immediately respond, he snapped, “Catrina, stop!”

She blinked and froze.

“Lick your fingers.”

Frustrated, she made an exaggerated show of sticking out her tongue and curling it around her fingers. All the while, she kept her gaze fastened on his face.

“Sexy,” he said. “I like the added sound effects. Been watching some of Master Niles’ videos?”

She dropped her hands to her sides.

“I know this is an adjustment for you, that you’re accustomed to being the one who decides what to do and when to do it, so I’ll be more patient than I normally would.” He pulled her head back a fraction of an inch. “I’m mentioning it, however, so you’ll know I’m aware of your behavior. If it happens again, we’ll need to discuss it.” He loosened his grip and continued in a gentle tone. “There’s something magic that happens when you get out of your own head, like you did when we played downstairs. It’s only two weeks. Yield, Milady.”

She didn’t respond. It was one thing to strategically prevent her sub’s orgasm. It felt different when she was the one experiencing pins-and-needles sensations along her inner thighs.

Catrina pressed her legs together, hoping to alleviate some of the stress.

“That won’t help.”

As always, he was right. In fact, her efforts seemed to make it worse.

“I’ll always insure you’re taken care of. Your satisfaction is mine.” He let go of her hair. “You can’t believe I want to deny you.”

At this moment, with frustration crashing into her, it seemed that way.

“Get the lube, Catrina, and a condom. You can use your mouth to put it on me.”

She often put condoms on her boys. In fact, she loved doing it. She could tease and prolong, never letting him know what to expect. Keeping her sub guessing was one of her favorite things to do.

Again, this was different.

Damien wasn’t asking her to do anything she didn’t normally do, but her frame of mind was different. Interesting how the same act could be submissive or dominant, depending on her attitude.

She crossed to the fireplace and was very much aware of him watching her.

“You have one fine ass, Milady.”

As she pivoted to face him, she tossed her hair over her shoulder.

“Can’t wait to fuck it.”

“I’m ready to get on with it,” she said. The sound of her shoes seemed to ricochet in the silence, which was a good thing. At least it covered the sound of her thundering heart.

She couldn’t take her gaze off his cock. How in the hell was she supposed to use her mouth to roll a condom down that?

“Quit thinking so much.” He spread his legs.

She’d thought he’d looked imposing while fully dressed in own-the-world business attire. Now, he was devastating. His thighs and calves were defined with muscle. His stomach was taut. His biceps were cut. It seemed his clothing only made him appear civilized.

He helped steady her while she knelt.

She placed the bottle of lube on the floor then fumbled the condom package before managing to get it open. Then she checked to be sure she had it on the tip of his cock correctly. “No hands?” she asked.

“Mouth only.”

After drawing a steadying breath, she used her mouth and her tongue to unroll the confounding thing.

“Think about me,” he instructed, cradling her head in his palms.

She looked up, drew a breath then went to work, making it as erotic as possible for him.

“That’s it.”

When she touched her tongue to the underside of his cock, he jerked toward her. So she added a little more pressure before pulling away and repeating the action.

With her hands curled on her thighs, she worked the latex lower and lower while returning to caress his most sensitive spot.

“I should have you give me a blowjob every day.”

Not that she’d mind.

As she got the condom almost in place, she started to gag. Her eyes watered, and he was so big he filled her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. Using her hands would help tremendously.

“Almost there.” A few seconds later, he said, “Good.”

She pulled back, and tears spilled out of her eyes, ravishing her make-up, she was certain. He didn’t seem to mind. He used his grip on her upper arms to pull her upright.

His cock pressed into her stomach, and he kissed the top of her head. “You’re gorgeous, Catrina.
And you’re mine.”

Those tender touches would be her undoing. His powerful gentleness made her want to lean into him.

“I’m going to fuck you from behind. Make no mistake about who is your master, Milady.”

Catrina was so far gone, she didn’t take exception to what he said.

“Brace yourself on the back of the couch.”

Finally.
She got into position. Her pussy moistened from her excitement. The way he looked at her, touched her, responded to her sucking created a dynamic she’d never had with anyone else.

“Your cunt is so plump.” He toyed with her until she all but danced and whimpered, desperate for his possession.

She felt his cockhead at her entrance, and she lifted up onto her toes to allow him greater access.

“Perfect.”

“Take me, Damien.”

“Patience, Milady.” He entered her slowly, surely, resisting her when she wriggled her hips backwards. No matter what, this man refused to allow her to hurry him.

He took hold of her hips and held her while he drove into her.

She cried out when he was up to his balls in her pussy.

“Scream for me, Milady.”

It was almost impossible not to with the way he fucked her, pulling out, thrusting in, filling her completely.

Her breaths became ragged.

“Hold on a little longer.”

She gripped a cushion, seeking purchase while he claimed her. “Damien.”

“Wait for it.”

Catrina gulped in breaths.

All of a sudden, he stopped.

He pulled out, and she turned her head. The curtain of her hair made it difficult to see exactly what he was doing, but she heard him squirt lube onto his hand.

“I’m not sure I’m ready for that.”

“When I fuck your ass, Catrina, I’ll make sure you are.”

She let her head fall forward again. So far, he’d given her nothing she couldn’t handle.

He inserted a slick finger in her anus. She swayed, allowing him access.

“Now a second.”

She gasped. The second finger gave her more than double the sensation.

He put his dick back in her heated pussy. Her body shook as he simultaneously pounded her ass and cunt.

“Damn, damn.”

Reality became a blur. An impending orgasm churned in her. She wasn’t sure how long she could last, no matter what he wanted.

Then she screamed when he reached around her and pinched her clit.

The climax crashed over her.

She bucked and cried, and he was unyielding, riding her, forcing her to accept his penetration until he, too, came. She shuddered and held the cushions with a death-grip.

The relief from the orgasm was short-lived. The physical release left behind a wake of relaxation, but the emotional residue clobbered her.

“Was the wait worth it?”

He gathered her hair and held it back.

She’d never experienced anything so profound. He’d devastated her, yet she ached to turn to him for comfort. How the hell was she supposed to sort through this whole thing? She’d wanted to experience the things she put her subs through, but nothing could have prepared her for the stunning reality.

“Hmm?” he asked.

Her first reaction was to fire off a smart-ass comment, but she was aware he’d brought the penis gag upstairs. She’d promised to try to be more honest, but the cost to her defenses was steep. It took all her courage to admit the truth. “It was fabulous, Damien.”

He withdrew his cock and eased out his fingers before helping her up and turning her to face him. “I’ll draw you a bath.”

“Shouldn’t I be doing that for you?”

“And you can peel my grapes while you’re at it,” he said.

She hadn’t thought of that, that he might expect her to cook and clean for him. Wasn’t that part of what a sub was supposed to do? What the hell did she really know beyond a Friday or Saturday night hook-up?

“I’m self-sufficient, Milady. I don’t need a housekeeper or personal chef. And I know my way around the grocery store. I even know how to operate all household appliances.”

“It’s kind of creepy how you do that. Read my mind.”

“Wish I could say that I had that kind of talent, but your face is expressive. You gasped when I made the grape comment.”

She followed him into the bedroom, and he invited her to select one of his T-shirts while he went into the bathroom.

“I thought you wanted to keep me naked.”

“Most of the time,” he called back over the sound of running water. “But I also don’t want you to catch a chill.”

Catrina opened one of the drawers and selected a T-shirt from the bottom of the pile. She went with a soft, well-worn one.

“I have some without holes in the hem.”

“This is comfortable.”

“Good enough for me.”

“I need something for my hair.”

“I’ll be right with you.”

She sank into the bath water while he left the room. He came back holding the clip triumphantly.

“Thanks for remembering it.”

“It was tangled with your stockings,” he admitted.

She bent her head while he piled her hair atop her head. “You’re hired,” she told him.

“I could play with your hair all day.”

Damien showered while she soaked.

Sharing the bathroom like this was unique for her, and she lay back and enjoyed the warmth and the fact he was so near.

“Next time, I’ll shower before you drain the water heater,” he said a few minutes later.

She opened her eyes as she sat up to see he’d wrapped a white towel around his hips. His raven-dark hair curled at his nape. Beads of water clung to his torso. Was there anything sexier? “I should apologize,” she said, “but this feels too wonderful for me to be sorry about your cold shower. I’m afraid my muscles would have been sore without the bath.”

“Are you playing the poor-me card?”

She grinned. “Would it work?”

“Like a charm. You can have all the baths you want.”

He took a towel from the linen closet and wrapped her in it when she climbed out of the tub.

Although they hadn’t spent a lot of time together, she was already expecting him to hold her and give her a kiss, which he did after releasing the clip from her hair. The dichotomy he represented fascinated her. Strong and tough yet soothing and responsive.

In the bedroom, she reached for his T-shirt.

“I’ll keep you warm,” he said, plucking the material from her fingers and tossing it on the end of the bed.