CarnalTakeover (9 page)

Her nipples tightened so much they stung. A pool of warmth
settled in her pussy. “So I don’t face more punishment.”

“That’s right.” He padded to either side of her, then in
front and grabbed her belt. With the buckle in his palm, he wound a bit of its
length over his fist, then slapped the free end against his other palm.

A sharp crack filled the room. She started.

He murmured, “You misbehaved tonight, didn’t you?”

Damn, this was amazing. More than Alexandra had bargained
for or realized she’d enjoy. “Yes.”

“Tell me you were wrong to have done that.”

“I was.”

“And you need to be punished.”

God yeah.
“I do.”

“How badly?”

She answered without pause. “Whatever you think. However
much you want.”

He’d never hurt her. This was a game to tempt and thrill.
How was it possible she’d lived without it for so long?

Daniel ran his fingertips over her jaw, leaving a trail of
sensation that comforted and aroused.

“Look in the mirror,” he ordered. “Watch what happens.”

It wasn’t easy to obey. Alexandra feared looking awkward or
ridiculous.

She didn’t.

Daniel had posed her well. Her bound hands, elevated ass,
and the faint light dancing over her nudity were quite erotic.

He propped his foot on the lowest slat of the board and
rested his hand on her hip, imprisoning her further. “No trying to avoid the
belt. No sounds.”

Not a one. If she dared disobey, Alexandra knew she’d face
the worst…his denial of pleasure. Blood pumped in her ears. She couldn’t snatch
enough air. Even so, she shook her head in answer to his command, surrendering
to his will, and focused on her reflection in the mirror.

He swung the belt upward. It arced above his head, the end
forming a semicircle. The image lasted for a moment. With lightning speed, the
leather came back down and connected with her skin.

Alexandra jumped. A second later, the burning sting
registered. Gritting her teeth, she made no sound. However, her heavy breathing
mingled with the noise of the licking flames and driving wind. Just as she was
about to curl her fingers into fists, forgetting it wasn’t allowed, the hurt
faded into a rush of warmth.

She swallowed.

He punished her again, this lick landing slightly above the
last. She arched her back in response, which elevated her butt. Daniel seemed
to take that as an invitation to discipline her further.

Again, the belt cracked against her, lower than the first
two times, just shy of her thighs. Clenching her jaw, Alexandra stared at him
raising the belt again.

This blow landed slightly harder.
Aw god.
At its
sting, she pressed the pads of her fingers into the bar, hoping Daniel wouldn’t
notice.

He didn’t.

At last, the expected warmth arrived, much more gratifying
than the last.

Daniel tossed the belt aside. The buckle hit the floor with
a sharp clack. He cupped and spread her whipped cheeks so he had a full view of
her anus and cunt.

What belonged to him, her Master.

The idea of that and what he’d just done was so deliciously
lewd, Alexandra struggled not to moan in between her halting breaths.
Perspiration dampened her skin. Her sheath felt heavy, congested with desire,
needing him to fill it.

Daniel denied her relief.

“Not one sound,” he ordered. “No pulling away or trying to
get closer. You’ll remain just as you are until I give you permission to move.”

He squeezed her ass and probed her openings, taking his
time, doing whatever he willed. He had all the privilege, she the option to
obey in the hope that he’d deliver satisfaction. She welcomed his shameless
touch, the way he traced the contours of her cunt. Alexandra’s need of him
drove away her lingering embarrassment at how he studied and explored the
intimate area.

For minutes, he played with her. Just as she’d asked him to
do yesterday evening.

Not even twenty-four hours had passed since then, yet so
much had changed. Her thoughts grew hazy with desire, her body rigid with
longing.

Didn’t matter. He amused himself, brushing her clit almost
as an afterthought. Testing her compliance. When she obeyed as he’d commanded,
Daniel stroked her nub once more, lingeringly this time, making Alexandra’s
hair stand on end. She wanted to moan in joy.

Ordered to remain still and meek, not to cry out or to make
fists, Alexandra did one of the few things left. She pressed her fingers back
into the bar, her toes against the floor.

If Daniel saw, he didn’t point out her transgression. He
worked her nub, dragging his thumb over it, flicking, stopping, flicking once
more, pushing her past endurance. No matter how hard she tried, the tension
within Alexandra built to an unsustainable level. The insides of her thighs
were taut. Her pussy hypersensitive. She was ready to come and couldn’t help—

He stopped and stepped away, as though he’d read her
thoughts. Or her body. Leaving her hanging, frustrated, fucking deprived.

The stunning sensations within her ebbed quickly then
disappeared.

Daniel’s smug expression said he knew.

Alexandra wanted to bare her teeth, to curse him loudly, but
didn’t dare. That would tack on more delay she couldn’t withstand.

“Watch,” he commanded and opened one of the Trojans, then
rolled it over his gorgeous length.

Her irritation fell away. His erection was huge, his manner
cavalier, befitting a Dom. If he had ordered her to her knees and demanded she
kiss his feet, Alexandra would have complied. Without question. Loving it.

He eased a tress behind her ear and ran his fingers down her
throat. She bit back a whimper of delight.

Behind her once more, Daniel lifted his cock, running the
crown down her slippery slit. His tormenting foreplay had primed her so well,
she could barely contain her excitement or longing.

Again, he made her wait, simply bathing the tip of his cock
in her moisture. Unmistakable proof of his effect on her. Seconds ticked by. An
excruciatingly slow minute followed. She heard the faint tick of the downstairs
clock. Flames licking the logs up here. Wind and snow, gritty with ice,
striking the large panes. Her breathless sound as Daniel entered her fully, his
thrust assured, determined. His balls tapped her ass. He’d taken what was his.

Alexandra huffed out a sigh at the pressure of him inside
her, and rested her forehead on her hands.

Daniel pressed his fingers into her hips. His words rasped,
“Watch us in the mirror.”

She didn’t want to move but couldn’t tell him that. If she
didn’t obey, Alexandra sensed he’d stop, perhaps pull out of her sheath. Unable
to bear the thought, she stared at him riding her, his face tight with raw
lust, his thick column of flesh driving in and out of her pussy.

The resistance her cunt created emphasized his hardness and
width. Her moisture glistened on him. Never had Alexandra seen or felt anything
as magical. The angle of their bodies allowed his cock to brush her nub, which
delivered staggering sensations that didn’t last. They dimmed and built, only
to fade once more.

Over and over, in a slow, measured pace, Daniel drove inside
her, lasting longer than she’d experienced with her other lovers. As though he
were determined to prove something…or he wanted to keep denying her release.

Alexandra pulled in her shoulders, unable to stand much
more.

He was the same, clenching his jaw, the veins in his neck
standing out. She sensed he was seconds from climax.

Rather than coming, he stopped and breathed hard.

Nooooo.

His shaft was still rigid inside her. If anything, it seemed
to have grown larger, pressing against her cunt, stretching her to accommodate
its size.

Not willing to wait any longer, Alexandra squeezed her inner
muscles around him.

Daniel groaned and gripped her hips. “Stop it. You’ll wait
for whatever I give you.”

He denied Alexandra relief, thrusting into her for minutes,
driving himself to the edge only to stop again, frustrating them both. Sweat
shone on their bodies. Neither of them could breathe normally.

Daniel wouldn’t relent, refusing to give into climax.

Alexandra didn’t dare question his actions, sensing he’d
hold off all night to demonstrate his mastery over her.

He went at it again, watching her in the mirror as she
stared at him. He wore an expression pained by this mulishness, his other
feelings hidden. Alexandra tried to do the same, but her need of him was too
great. She studied him with honor and wanting.

He noticed and his thrusts slowed. A smile touched his lips,
until he killed it. As if he realized he’d shown her a deeper part of him. A
man who needed what everyone else did. Someone to care.

She wondered why he was so frightened to get close.

He averted his gaze, concentrating on animal passion
instead. This time, he pumped faster. Harder. The ends of Alexandra’s hair
swung with his powerful thrusts. She gripped the cedar bar. He leaned down and
stroked her clit.

Alexandra froze in surprise, then shuddered at the storm of
sensations shooting through her. He’d denied her for so long, it took little to
make her come and cry out. She couldn’t help herself, forgetting his previous
order. He didn’t appear to care or simply couldn’t stop his orgasm, shouting at
its intensity, pumping to prolong it, rubbing her clit.

Delivering them to a state she never wanted to leave.

Swells of warmth, inconceivable delight and a sense of
well-being enveloped Daniel as his climax washed over him.

If he were to die now it wouldn’t have been as a happy man.
He was so far from complete contentment that he wanted to howl. He needed this
to continue, to go on without pause through the next day, week, month.

Fuck. He’d lost his mind. His goddamn body wasn’t doing much
better. His knees kept sagging, refusing his efforts to lock them. He couldn’t
lift his arms. That had never happened, not even after he’d helped his friends
haul a caribou carcass onto a truck bed, with the animal weighing close to five
hundred pounds.

He must be getting old.

Alexandra’s pussy pulsed around him, remnants of her orgasm.
Gently, she squeezed her inner muscles. His cock didn’t play dead. The stupid
thing actually stirred.

Okay, maybe he wasn’t so old.

And there was a simple explanation as to why his climax had
nearly knocked him out. He’d been deprived of a woman for too long. Beating his
meat every night for months on end hadn’t been a good solution. That’s why he
needed to take Alexandra again. Repeatedly. Endlessly.

His tattered breaths worsened at his crazy logic. His heart
wouldn’t slow. The room kept twirling.

Maybe he should rest.

Daniel wrapped his arms around Alexandra’s torso and kissed
her spine. She ground her ass into him, keeping him from slipping out of her
pussy. His cock had finally died.

She purred as if it hadn’t.

He couldn’t help but smile when he should have warned her
not to make another sound. She was supposed to wait for his permission.

An admonishment was on his lips when her stomach
unexpectedly growled. Ignoring her belly, he ran his fingers over her tat, at
least where he guessed it was. “Hungry?”

“Hmmm.” She wiggled her butt into him once more.

No good. Daniel Jr. wouldn’t rise again for maybe twenty
minutes. Ten if Daniel Sr. was very lucky. And here he was supposed to be a
kick-ass Dom. Sure. “You didn’t eat.”

A throaty chuckle rushed from her. “Oh yeah, I did.”

He remembered. Alexandra on her knees, blindfolded and
bound, sucking the guys’ cocks.

Junior had reminded him of that when Daniel had told him and
the others to leave, then warned the kid never to come near Alexandra again.

“What if she wants me to?”Junior had challenged.

Daniel had assured him that wouldn’t happen. Whether his
words or obvious fury convinced the young man, Junior hadn’t objected further.

More rumbles rolled through Alexandra’s belly, sounding
oddly cute, bringing on tender feelings Daniel didn’t know he had. Reluctantly,
he pulled out of her. “You need food.”

“I can get it. Go on and rest. Not that you need to,” she
added hurriedly.

He lowered his face to hide his newest smile and dismay at
wanting her so badly. It wasn’t only Alexandra’s sumptuous curves that drew
him. He enjoyed her inner fire. While they’d been arguing, he could see she
wanted to smack him. Not once had she backed down. Blushed, yeah. Conceded
anything, no.

Her only surrender had been during punishment. She’d given
her all, just as he’d demanded, looking at him like he was some kind of god.
Her emotions naked and real, not put on like some of the women he’d been with.

That definitely wasn’t what he’d planned or expected from
tonight. He should get dressed and take off. Pretend this never happened.

He padded to the bed and slumped to the mattress, trying to
calm his crazy feelings.

“Daniel?”

No way was he going to lift his arm from his eyes. The
darkness comforted, allowing him to maintain control. “Yeah?”

“Are you going to untie me?”

Shit, he’d forgotten about that.

The moment she was free, Alexandra rubbed her wrists. Daniel
turned her hands palm up and studied her skin in the rosy light. A bit reddened
where he’d tied the scarf, but not chafed.

She moved her knee over his. “I’ll get the food.”

He should leave. Not push this any further. “Okay.”

“Be right back.” She brushed her lips lightly against his
and smoothed his hair.

A flood of tenderness, more intense than the last, crashed
into Daniel. What in the hell was going on with him? He fell back to the
mattress, wanting her gone. The moment she was, he missed her and listened hard
to hear her moving around downstairs. Beer cans tapped hollowly against each
other. Plates or bowls rattled on the cocktail table.