Rapturous (31 page)

“Send the text to Flynn.”

I reach for my phone and type out a quick message to Flynn, letting him know I’ll be unavailable tomorrow and possibly the next day.

He
responds immediately.
Are you okay?

I’m fine.

Things went as planned, I take it?

Better than planned.

Glad to hear it.

“Tell him to leave you alone now—and use those exact words.”

Hayden says you have to leave me alone now. His words, not mine.

Tell Hayden he’d better treat you like a queen.

Hayden reads the text I share with him. “Tell him I said to fuck off.”

“I’m not saying that to
him.”

He takes the phone from me. “Then I will.”
This is Hayden. Fuck off.

Flynn replies with laughing emojis.
 

“Now text your dad and tell him you had to go out of town unexpectedly and you’ll be back in a couple of days.”

“Why am I doing that?”

“So I can shut off your phone and not have you worry about anyone important trying to reach you.”

I tell myself this is what I wanted—Hayden’s
full attention and his dominance. Now that I have both, I’m more than a little overwhelmed. I send the text to my dad.

Travel safely, sweetheart. Call me when you’re back in town.

Will do. Love you.

Love you, too.

Hayden takes the phone from me, powers it down and places it on the bedside table. “Come with me, my sweet.” He holds out his hand to me, and I’m left to wonder where we’re going.
But since I’ve agreed to go anywhere he wishes to take me, I grasp his hand and let him lead me into a large walk-in closet full of gorgeous clothes organized by color. I’m about to ask what goes on in his closet when I notice a door at the far end.

He pushes the door open and turns on the light, revealing a room full of BDSM equipment that I recognize from the hours of online research I’ve done
since I first learned of his affection for the lifestyle. I see bondage equipment, a St. Andrew’s cross, a spanking bench and a few other things I’m not familiar with. I have a feeling that’ll be changing before too long.
 

“What’re you thinking?” he asks after a long silence.

“How many other women have you had here?”

“You’re the first. I built this room a year ago, and I haven’t brought anyone
here until now.”

Though I know he’s had many other partners, I’m comforted to know I’m the first he’s brought here.

“There’ve been others in my playroom at my place in town, but it’s been years since I brought anyone there. Okay?”

Nodding, I force myself to meet his intense gaze. He seems to be scrutinizing my every expression and reaction. His fingers tug at the knot on my robe until it falls
open, and he pushes it off my shoulders.

I let it drop onto the floor and stand before him nude.

His eyes take a slow perusal from my face to my breasts to my groin and back up again. Every inch of me responds to the heated way in which he looks at me, as if he can’t wait to devour me. I can’t wait for that either.

“Are you scared?”

“Yes.” This is no time to be anything less than totally honest.

“Don’t be. I’ll never truly hurt you, Addie. You have to believe me when I tell you the only thing I want is your ultimate pleasure.”

“And my complete surrender.”

His face lifts into a sexy grin. “That, too.”

“What about your ultimate pleasure?”

He trails his finger around my left nipple, making circles that never seem to touch the part of me that burns for him. “Your ultimate pleasure will
lead to mine.” Leaning in, he kisses my neck on his way to my lips. “First things first.” His thumbs caress my nipples, and I gasp from the heat that blasts through me. Then he takes me by the hand and leads me across the room to a set of drawers, opening the top one to reveal metal objects that I recognize as nipple clamps.

Now that the moment of truth is upon me, my legs are trembling so hard
I can barely remain standing. I remind myself that this is exactly what I said I wanted.
 

“What’re you afraid of?” he asks.

“That I went to all this trouble to get here, and I won’t be able to do it.”

“You’ll be fine. Anything you can do will make me happy because it’s you.”

“What if…”

He cradles my face in his hands, making me feel treasured and safe. “What if what?”

“I don’t know if I
can handle the pain.”

“I’ll make sure it’s not too bad. I promise.”

He kisses me softly and tenderly, and I cling to him and his assurances. Then he breaks the kiss and takes something from the drawer before bending his head to lave my nipple. When it’s standing up tight and proud, he affixes the clamp.

The pain is immediate and intense, but it quickly subsides into a dull ache that I can easily
handle. He moves to the other side, and this time, knowing what’s coming makes me tense up.

“Relax, sweetheart. I’ll make it so good for you.”

“I want it to be good for you, too.”

“Having you here in this room with me is the best thing to ever happen to me as a Dom. I promise it’ll be incredible for me.”
 

The second clamp hurts as badly as the first—more so, really, because I know what to
expect this time. But again the pain fades after a minute or two, leaving a pleasurable ache that has my full attention. He leads me next to a row of implements hanging from hooks on the wall. There are paddles in an array of shapes and sizes.

“See anything that interests you?” he asks.

“Um, if I say no, will that lead to more punishment?”

“You’re a fast learner,” he says with a low chuckle.
 

Anxious to get this over with, I point to one with the round face. It resembles a ping-pong paddle, like the one I saw used at Black Vice. “That one.”

“Good choice.”

“For who? Me or you?”

“Both of us.”

He steers me toward the spanking bench. “Get comfortable.”

I almost laugh out loud at that. Here I’m about to fold myself over a spanking bench for the first time in my life, and he tells me
to get
comfortable
? Nothing about this is what I’d consider comfortable. I settle my knees on the supports, and Hayden adjusts the higher part of the apparatus so it falls in the center of my abdomen, forcing me to bend over it to settle my elbows on the pads below. My clamped nipples react immediately to the pressure of my breasts hanging low, sending a pleasurable thrum of desire to my clit.
 

The position leaves my ass completely at his mercy. I’ve never felt more vulnerable or aroused. “Is this good?” I ask, needing his approval.

His hands coast over my ass cheeks, squeezing and shaping them. “This is perfection.” Then I feel his lips on my back, tracing the length of my spine and making me shiver with awareness. While I got settled on the bench, he must’ve shed his clothes, because
I feel the heat of his erection against my bottom. My skin feels like it’s been plugged into an electrical socket, with each caress seeming to register with every nerve ending I own.

“Do you feel the difference?” he asks softly.

I immediately understand what he’s asking. We’re still us, the same two people we were outside this room, but everything is more intense, more charged in here. “Yes,
I feel it.”

“I don’t know if I can bring myself to punish you, Addison.”

His hesitation is endlessly endearing. “Didn’t I earn it by what I did to you at Black Vice?”

“You sure as hell did.”

“Then you know what you have to do.” I’m not sure where this bravado is coming from. I’ve never been spanked in my life. I have no idea whether I’ll love it or hate it. All I know is that he has to do
it, or this’ll be just another exercise in frustration and futility. “Hayden?”

Chapter 17

Now that I have her exactly where I’ve always wanted her, I’m paralyzed with unfamiliar indecision. I’ve never once wimped out of a scene as a Dom, and I’m painfully aware that I can’t do that now. This is no time to be a pussy who lets his heart rule his cock—or so I tell myself.

In truth,
it’s impossible to separate what I feel for this woman from what I want to do to her sexually. If there’s any hope of a future for us, I have to do this. The sight of her perfect ass, waiting to be reddened by my paddle, sets me on fire with the kind of desire I’ve only ever experienced with her.

I need to hear her say she feels the same way. “Tell me you want this.”

“I want it, Hayden. I want
you
. I want
all
of you.”

Though her voice is strong and confident, I can see her legs are trembling violently. Despite her words of assurance, she’s scared senseless. I want to make this amazing for her, and that determination fuels me. I take the paddle in hand and give her right cheek a short, swift spank, the kind that sends a message without causing great pain.

She gasps but otherwise remains
silent.

I do the same thing on the other side, slipping into my zone after that second one. I let go of all the worries I had coming in here and do what I do best—bring pleasure to my sub with every tool in my arsenal. I keep up the paddling until her ass is a ripe rosy red and her pussy is so wet that I can see and smell her arousal.
 

Fucking hell, she’s amazing, and she’s all mine.
 

I drop
the paddle to the floor, cup her heated cheeks and drop to my knees to lap up the moisture between her legs. The instant my tongue connects with her clit, she comes, screaming out her pleasure.

“Did I say you could come?” I ask, getting into it now. This is so fucking fun, especially because it’s her first time.

“N-no, Sir, you didn’t.”

“You know what that means, don’t you?”

“No, Sir. Why
don’t you tell me?”

“More punishment.” I return to my drawers, where I keep toys of all sorts, and find one of my favorite plugs and take it and a tube of lubricant back to where she waits for me, her legs still trembling uncontrollably.
 

“What kind of punishment?”

“Subs don’t ask questions. They take what their Dom is dishing out without comment or question. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“That’s my girl. You’re very good at this.”

“Am I?”

I rub my palm over her right cheek, offering comfort and affection. “You’re the best.”

“Somehow I doubt that.”

“You’re the best for me, Addison. Don’t ever doubt that, or you’ll be looking at even more punishments.” After I thoroughly lube the toy, I squirt a healthy amount of lube on two fingers. Then I part her cheeks and press my fingers
against her back door, pushing insistently until she yields and allows me in.

“Holy shit,” she mutters. “A little warning next time would be nice.”

“You aren’t speaking out of turn, are you?”

“Would I do that?”

Smiling at her predictably saucy reply, I push harder, making sure she feels the full impact of my invasion. Then I pull back some before driving my fingers into her again. She raises
her ass toward my fingers, which I take as permission to proceed—that and I haven’t yet heard the word that would put a stop to this.