Seduced By My Doms BN (16 page)

“What?” I screeched. “You are
not
going to spank
me.”

“Maybe not yet, but soon. You’ve earned them.”

“In your dreams,” I said, rolling my eyes.

James smirked. “I’m not much of a gambler, but I’d say my
odds are way higher than fifty-fifty.”

I scoffed at his confidence. And why did the thought of him
spanking me turn me on so much? The way James so effortlessly piqued my kinky
desires made me want to scream. Deep down I desperately wanted him to turn me
over his knees.

“I wouldn’t place that bet if I were you. You’ll lose,” I
snorted in challenge.

A knowing smirk curled one side of his mouth. Wedging an arm
beneath my back, he drug me to the edge of the bed before flipping me face down
over his hap. I let out a yelp as he gripped my waist in a sturdy hold while
his steely erection lay pressed against my side.

“Just what in the hell do you think you’re doing?” I hissed.

“Exactly what you said I couldn’t,” he lightheartedly
replied. “Your
safeword
is red.”

Fear twisted in my belly. I’d read about
safewords
.
A sub would say an agreed upon word to the Dom when she was in trouble. The Dominant
had to stop whatever he was doing.

I was in trouble all right, and if there was ever a time for
a
safeword
it was now.

”Red,” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

James’ entire body shook with silent laughter.

Bastard.

Squirming against his unyielding hold, I tossed a fierce
scowl over my shoulder. “I don’t know what you think is so goddamn funny, but
you’d better let me up this instant.”

“Using your
safeword
before a scene
has even started is like calling 9-1-1 to report a fire when there’s no smoke.
You only use a
safeword
when you’re in extreme
distress—which you aren’t. At least not yet.”

“I
am
in distress,” I argued.

“No you’re not,” he chuckled.

“How do you know?” I snapped.

James gripped a fist in my hair. Tugging my head back
slowly, he bent in close to my ear. “Because your pussy is spilling all over my
thigh, sweetheart.”

Thanks to my traitorous body, James knew the truth. His lips
quivered as he fought back a grin, which infuriated me even more. My eyes grew
wide as he raised his broad hand in the air. A grin spread over his lips as he
landed his palm hard across my butt cheeks.

“Oh, you did
not
just do that. Are you out of your
fucking mind?”

He spanked me again. “Language, gorgeous,” he taunted.

A loud screech, rife with indignation, tore from my throat.
I tried to ignore the decadent heat seeping through my flesh and filling my
veins with heart-fluttering excitement. Internally warring between arousal and
outrage, I didn’t want his humiliating actions to turn me on. But they did.

“Stop swearing, Liz. I don’t like it.”

“I don’t like you paddling my ass either.”
Liar.
“Let go of me. I used my
safeword
.”

“And I already explained that’s not the way a
safeword
works. You have your facts wrong, sweetheart.”

“I do not,” I huffed. “You’re supposed to stop. It’s the
rules.”

“The code,” James patiently correct.

“Code. Rules. Whatever crap you want to call it. Let me up,
you son of a bitch.”

The sweet burn had started to wane. I didn’t understand why
I craved more corporal indulgence. Maybe if I baited him enough, James would
spank me again.

“Calling me names is only going to get you into trouble,” he
warned. Digging his fingernails into my tingling flesh, he dragged them over my
ass.

An unladylike growl rumbled from deep in my chest.

“How many more do you want, Liz?” James whispered in an
enticing drawl. Relaxing his fist, he massaged his fingertips over my scalp,
sending shivers to ripple through me.

Lolling my head toward the floor, I stared at the taut
muscles of his calf, unsure how, or if, I could answer his question. There was
no doubt I wanted more—a lot more. But longing for something so demeaning had
to mean I was fucked-up mentally, didn’t it?

When I failed to answer, James bent and picked something up
off the floor. Stiffening, I feared he’d start to wield some nefarious,
pain-inducing implement. Swinging my arm in a wide arc, I covered a hand over
my naked ass.

“James. Don’t,” I begged, in a tone filled with fear.

“Easy, sweetheart. I know you’re struggling to sort
everything out in your head. I promise I’m not going to hurt you. Relax for me.
All I want to do is introduce you to a few different sensations. Will you give
me a little wedge of trust?”

“I—I’ll try.”

“Good girl,” he praised. His voice teemed with pride, and it
slightly bolstered my courage. “You enjoyed the spankings, though I doubt
you’ll admit that. Pride is a huge button for you. I don’t want to damage that,
just try not to be afraid of what I’m doing to you, Liz. If you honestly don’t
like any of this, we won’t venture down this path. I just want you to be sure
before you make a final decision.”

Emphasizing his words, James loosed his hold around my
waist.

“If you want to stand, I won’t stop you,” James offered.
“But if you can put your fears aside for me, I’d like to introduce you to
something else and pamper you a bit longer.”

The buttery cadence in his voice, coupled with his
persuading words, filled me with warmth, trust, and reassurance. Physical pain
didn’t scare me. It was emotional misery I feared. I’d lived with enough mental
anguish to last two lifetimes. Still, I couldn’t deny a part of me trusted
James; trusted him with my heart, mind, body, and soul. That in itself was
frightening—I barely knew the man.

‘I’m not going to hurt you.’
With a huge leap of
faith that he’d keep his word, I lowered the hand protecting my ass. Gripping
my fist around his calf, the coarse hair on his leg tickled my palm. James gently
skimmed his hand over my buns. I swallowed tightly, stunningly aware of that I
was touching him and James was touching me on something more than a physical
connection. It felt spiritual; like something greater was passing between us;
an overwhelming unknown we’d only started to tap into.

Something soft and fuzzy skimmed across my ass. I jerked but
remained in place.

“I’ve got you. You’re perfectly fine. It’s only rabbit fur.”

James brushed the silky, fluffy fur in wide wispy, circles.
It felt wonderfully relaxing, round and round over the cheeks of my ass. I
closed my eyes and absorbed the lushness, feeling the tension within begin to
uncoil.

“It’s not always about pain,” he comforted. “Sometimes it’s
simply about heightening the pleasure.”

James glided two fingers into my pussy. Caressing me inside
and out, he stroked a thumb over my clit, teasing and toying as if he sought to
charm a third orgasm. Skeptically, I didn’t think it possible, but in my
liquid, passive state, I didn’t care if he wanted to try. A slow rolling heat
swelled in my belly, totally different from the blast of scorching demand, like
before. Floating in the tranquil fire, I suspected James might very well make
me come again.

“It pulls the stress from inside you like a magnet, doesn’t
it?”

“
Mmm
,” I murmured as my fears
subsided and an enticing current rose like a full moon tide.

“This is called a vampire glove. Much like its namesake, it
can lure you into a false sense of security. And when you’re floating on the
edges of bliss, it brings out its teeth and bites ever so sweetly.”

My mind felt like syrup: thick and slow. I tried to string
his words together, but I couldn’t seem to make them align correctly. James
briefly lifted the fur before lowering it once more to my flesh. Instantly,
understanding what he’d meant by ‘bite’ of the vampire glove, thousands of tiny
needles scraped my flesh. Tensing, I sucked in a gasp.

“
Shhh
,” he calmed. “Drink in the
sensations, baby. That’s all I want you to do.”

James skidded the sharp points over my skin. I expected my
pain receptors to kick in, but James wielded the prickling spikes gently,
giving off a sensation similar to sandpaper. The stark contrast of fur morphing
into fangs ignited my nerve endings in a peculiar and arousing way. Need quickened
with the unique sensation and my pussy clutched around James’ fingers.

“You respond so naturally, Liz…so damn perfectly,” he
murmured as I writhed against his fingers. “I sensed submission was hiding
inside you, but I never imagined anything like this.”

I wanted to refute his claim, but couldn’t. Submitting—being
bound to mercy—was nothing like I’d expected. The Dominance James revealed
wasn’t comprised of whips, chains, or rope, but he’d bound me to him
nonetheless. Bound me with my own free will.

Suddenly, everything I’d read about the power exchange
became crystal clear. While I was hesitant to label myself a submissive, I
couldn’t discount the heady and thrilling sensations James stirred inside me.

Firmly pressing the sharp points into my flesh, I stopped
writhing on his hand. Frozen across his lap, I feared James would draw blood
with the barbs. A thin whimper of anxiety bubbled from the back of my throat,
and his stony cock, nestled against my side, twitched.

Delving his fingers deep inside me, James toyed with my
g-spot. I longed to writhe against his skillful hand, but I stayed statue-still
in fear I’d accidently impale myself on the vampire’s wicked teeth.

“Your trust is precious to me, Liz. More than precious, it’s
priceless.” Closing my eyes, I savored the deep rumble of his voice. “I’ll
never give you cause to take it back. I’ll never hurt you, baby. I promise.”

‘I promise.’
His vow warmed my heart. No one had
ever made such a bold and absolute pledge to me before. Falling deeper under
his spell, it dawned on me that I’d already given James the power to hurt
me—both physically and emotionally—and a sliver of fear raced up my spine. I
had to hope he would keep his word.

“That means more to me than you’ll ever know,” I replied.

Long seconds passed before he lifted the spikes from my
skin. Expecting to feel the soft fur once again, I jolted when he laid his warm
hand over my ass and began massaging my flesh.

“
Mmm
, “I moaned.

Relaxing once again, I fell limp against his legs until he
brushed his thumb over my clit. Arching my ass upward, I greedily welcomed the
pulses of pleasure he ignited.

“How do you feel, sweetheart?”

“Hot,” I softly moaned.

James issued an agreeable scoff. “Yes, you’re hot and slick,
and I can’t resist you any longer.”

Lifting me, he twisted, then rolled me back onto the bed.
Pinning me with a hungry stare, James blindly pulled the drawer of the
nightstand open and retrieved a condom. I watched as he bit the foil wrapper
between his teeth before smoothing the latex over his angry cock.

Settling over me once again, his untamed expression left me
feeling raw and ravenous. James didn’t simply mean to fuck me, he meant to
devour me…own me, and I desperately wanted that, too.

Roughly driving his knees between my legs, he spread me
wide, then crushed his lips to mine. Aligning the crest of his cock against my
opening, he ate at my mouth as he slowly began inching inside my pussy.
Stretching me, filling me with a delightful burn while he swallowed my
kitten-like whimpers. Growling in bliss of his own, he finally seated fully
inside me. Arching into him, my pussy clutched and softened, working to
accommodate his ample shaft while my fingernails grazed over the hard ridges
and planes of his back.

Speared inside me, James held still as he stared into my
eyes. I could almost feel him drawing in pieces of my soul to mesh with his
own. When I tensed at the absurdity of merging to such depths with a man I
barely knew, James leveled me with a quizzical gaze.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked, his brows slashing in concern.

“No,” I replied, shoving down the overwhelming emotions he
stirred in me.

“Then what’s wrong? I’m not too small, am I?” he asked with
a teasing smirk.

Caught off guard by his question, I laughed. “Hardly. If you
were any bigger you’d have to find a different woman.”

As the words rolled off my tongue, a rush of irrational
jealousy skittered through me. The thought of him buried so intimately inside
anyone but me, chafed, even though it had no right to.

“I don’t want a different woman, Liz. I want you,” James
murmured as he bent and lightly brushed his lips over mine. “Only you.”

Delving his tongue into my mouth, he began to rock his hips,
drawing his cock in and out of my pussy. With slow and maddening rhythm, James
drew out my demand. Cupping my palm to his nape, I held him against my lips as
I thrust against him faster. James smiled against my mouth before reaching
behind his neck and pulling my hand away. Gathering both my wrists, he pinned
my arms high above my head. I didn’t fight him. I didn’t want to. I only wanted
to surrender. Skimming his mouth lower, James kissed and nipped my flesh in a
trail toward my breasts.

“Mine,” he growled before biting a tight nipple between his
teeth.

I gasped, as the fiery burn spread like the wings of an
eagle taking flight. Fighting to break free of his brutal hold on my wrists,
James held firm, then laved his tongue over my screaming nub and dissolving the
pain. A low purr rolled from my throat as he thrust in and out of my gripping
core, then bit down on my other nipple. Ruthlessly the fiery pain charged
through me only to be licked away with his skillful tongue.

Dragging the crest of his cock, back and forth over my
g-spot as he squeezed through my narrow passage, my whimpers and cries meshed
with his guttural grunts of pleasure. Sweat soaked flesh slapped and filled the
air in a symphony of lust.

Rising up, he gazed at my face before trailing his attention
up my arms and settled a stare on my hands bound beneath his. A sexy, wicked
smile played over his mouth as James skimmed a hungry stare down my body to
where we were joined. Driving into me with sharp, exacting thrusts, his
expression hardened in a feral and animalistic way.

“Look at you,” he whispered in awe. “All spread out, your
pretty cheeks flushed…panting helplessly beneath me. You’re so damn beautiful.”

Pulling at my heartstrings, he thrust deeper still. James
made me feel more than alive; he made me feel adored. And I willingly turned
every fiber in my being over to his intimate invasion. Rocking my hips into
him, I met James’ increasing tempo, greedily drowning in every sensation he
delivered through me. Gripping both my wrists in one big hand, James snaked his
other between our driving bodies. Deftly stroking my clit, pressure mounted on
top of itself. Higher and higher he pushed me. Sweating, panting, and writhing,
I clawed within to hold back the tempting free-fall into oblivion.

“Tell me,” James whispered. “Beg me for it, Liz. I need to
hear you whimper and plead.”

“James…” I wailed, panting and tossing my head back and
forth. “Please, James.”