Tamed (3 page)

Her kiss was perfection. Her mouth divine. Her taste delectable.

Holding her face in his hands, he sensed Kenzie completely relax in his arms. The submissive kissing him was not the typical Kenzie, and he wondered why a submissive who gave herself so completely in her kiss refused to do that at any other time. In fact, he’d wager that he’d never met this other side of her, the woman he now held. Not once had he ever seen her kiss anyone in this way—so passionate, so packed with emotion.

Surprised by her, he broke the kiss, wanting something he hadn’t expected—to demand more kisses from her. Her beauty was amplified after his kiss. She was a fireball of passion that seemed all too perfect under his hold. Her eyes fluttered open and softness rested in their depths, almost as if she was allowing him right into her soul. The intensity of it sucked the air from his lungs. The pull to her that soared through him was most unexpected.

She leaned in to his hand for a split second before she jerked away and snapped, “That is not how Doms kiss at Club Sin, with all that”—she glared at him—“you know what you did.”

Porter leaned down into her face, now wondering if accepting her as a submissive was the best decision he’d ever made. There was something between them—something real and raw. Intense chemistry that he didn’t recognize at first, not until his mouth touched hers. Not until he felt the
real
Kenzie, the woman beneath the tough armor. The soft submissive who’d handed him her soul in a single kiss. The perfection that wrapped him in a spell, making his muscles tighten and his eyes clear to the beauty before him.

She scowled. “Why did you kiss me like
that
?”

Locked in her heated stare, he was consumed by the woman who kissed him as if she’d dropped all barriers she’d put in place. Something shifted inside him, as he looked to her not as a casual submissive that he was hunting, but as a conquest his heart needed to explore.

He slid his finger over her perfect, pouty lips and grinned. “Because I wanted to.”

What in the hell was that?

Kenzie’s world spun around her and there seemed to be no place to land. Porter’s kiss was
not
a kiss from a Dom. That was a kiss from a lover. A kiss that Kenzie had never experienced before in her life, and usually made sure to avoid. Porter, though, gave her no choice. Sure, some might think it was weird that she was twenty-five and had never been kissed so intimately, but that was her intention; she didn’t need or want this level of play.

During high school she had vanilla boyfriends, but even they were not as educated as Porter was in the ways of kissing. She couldn’t recall a single time she’d ever been kissed like that in her life—raw, passionate, purposeful; her knees wobbled.

His kiss was as deadly as it was dangerous. And uncalled for in the club.

Her heart banged against the walls of her chest and fell right into the pit of her stomach, and her limbs morphed to mush. She remained trapped by Porter’s potent study of her, wondering if he always kissed like that. This was one Dom she’d never kissed before, and now she wondered if maybe that was a good thing. Was he simply a Dom capable of creating chemistry with any of his subs? She breathed a sigh of relief when he finally lowered his hand from her chin and stepped back.

“Follow me” was all he said.

She forced her legs to move as he headed toward the bondage table in the right corner of the dungeon. While his black T-shirt was stretched over impressive muscles, and Porter had many things going for him, what made him sexy were his masculine features and the strength he exuded. She passed among the tables, weaving herself around the other members of Club Sin, who were either quiet in aftercare or chatting among themselves, and she concluded it was Porter’s stride that made him radiate sex. He commanded attention. His shoulders were high and his stride was smooth but purposeful. If there was danger in front of him, she didn’t doubt he’d walk with that slow gait, posing an equal threat.

Her body hummed in a foreign way as he approached the table. Then he turned to her, and under the playful edge she could see in his eyes, her heart tripped. It appeared she amused him, and that wasn’t at all what she intended. She never
amused
Doms. She irritated them to get her way. She was very good at it.

Fuck!

As she stepped closer to him, he offered his hand, and she placed hers within it. The slow, sensual music surrounded them, and a harsh buzz erupted through her. The corner of his mouth arched as he pulled her in to him. The heat from his body encased her, swallowing her whole. He dropped his head and his mouth rested mere centimeters from hers. “Anything you’d like to say before we start?”

She swallowed the added moisture in her mouth. “No.”

“Very well.” He ran his knuckles over her cheek and, shocking her, he placed a gentle kiss directly on her forehead.

A swell of emotion struck her hard in the chest. That kiss…
God,
he made her feel special and protected. Rejecting the thought, she allowed him to tug her toward the table. She’d dealt with many types of Doms, but Porter was getting under her skin.

She didn’t like it.

He looked over his shoulder at her, and she realized it was those spirited eyes that dropped the ground out from under her. His gaze reached right into her soul, past all her defenses, making her feel entirely naked. Almost as if he knew her better than she knew herself. What troubled her more was her reaction to him, as she sensed she could bare it all and he’d somehow take care of her.

She hastily reminded herself that this was a test. Porter had never asked her to be his submissive before now. He was only playing with her tonight and for the remainder of the month, because it meant he would receive Club Sin Master status. Remembering that, she shut down all emotion and lifted her chin. “Are we starting now?”

He chuckled.

Part of her ached to stay silent, to listen to his guidance without words, but that would be allowing herself to fall into his command. “You’re not going to talk to me?”

With a confident slowness, his eyes wandered over her from head to toe and her body temperature spiked, not in arousal, but in sizzling frustration. It became all too clear he needed to gain her submission and that he was playing with her emotions to get it.
Oh, he is so stupid if he thinks I’ll allow that.
“Are you going to answer me?” she snapped.

Again, he said nothing.

Nor did he look at her.

He moved in behind her and pressed his foot against the back of her knee, forcing her into a kneeling position. Her head naturally drifted down before she realized what she was doing and jerked her chin up, refusing to succumb to Porter’s mastery.

He wanted submission. She demanded the pain she needed to drift away from reality. Her needs outweighed his, and now, with her emotions at risk, she fought against every single submissive tendency inside. Pain mixed with pleasure gave her what she needed, and, as a added bonus, she loved getting a Dom all worked up.

Refocused on her part in this all, she scanned the crowd, noticing Dmitri sitting with his pretty blond submissive, Presley Flynn. He was the reason she played with Porter now, and she knew everyone in the dungeon would soon be observing them to see how she reacted. And to also see if she fought against Porter like she did every Dom.

Porter’s low chuckle drifted from her side; apparently, he didn’t care that she wasn’t in proper submissive posture. In fact, that amusement indicated to her that he liked it. Hot irritation flared through her. She didn’t want this intimacy. She wanted him to get her naked, flogged, and fucked.

She said in her sassiest voice, “What next?”

His eyes danced. Literally danced with enjoyment. His mouth also stayed tightly shut.

She heaved a sigh.

He folded his arms and his mouth pinched shut. Kenzie was done with waiting and decided to get things moving along. Doms loved her C-cup breasts, and most times when she exposed them, they got down to business.

She reached back to remove her bra, and Porter’s features hardened. “Not a wise decision.”

“You know, a woman tends to be naked in a scene,” she retorted. “And you thought I was a newbie.”

His silence and lack of reaction made her grit her teeth. Most Doms she could read like a book, and by now, she already would have been punished. Porter simply grinned at her. She pondered a way to push him—to unleash the Dom within.

Stuck in a complete stare-down, she counted to two hundred and fourteen before she sensed her shoulders relaxing. She couldn’t possibly hold that position any longer. Porter inclined his head and then patted the bondage bench. “Come, kitten, kneel here for me.”

Kenzie rolled her eyes; as if anyone called
her
a kitten. She was more like a rabid dog that was ready to chew your face off. Wanting to begin the scene to get what
she
needed, she obliged him and climbed onto the cherrywood bondage table, with metal loops along the sides and by her legs. She positioned herself on all fours, noticing five short black ropes dangling off one of the metal loops on the side.

Porter came behind the table and ran a hand up her calf. A surprising shiver sizzled through her. His touch was tender, so unlike any touch she had received before. Her scenes were always purposefully rough, just the way she liked it. His fingers drifted over her flesh, and she yearned to lean in to him, almost aching for more of his hand on her body. She couldn’t fight back her soft moan.

His low hum echoed hers. It sounded like approval.

He continued to trail his touch up her thigh, over her bottom, and caressed her back until he reached her hair. There, he took one of the pieces of rope and pulled her hair into a bun, then tied the rope around her hair, securing it to her head.

“You’re beautiful, Kenzie,” he murmured in a silky voice. “Your soft skin right here”—he traced a finger over the back of her neck—“is quite the pleasure to touch.” He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “A spot that for the next month is all
mine.
”

His voice and statement vibrated through her. She had one second to realize that necks were an obvious turn-on for him before his lips were on her, and she angled her head without thought. Pleasure rushed through her—a pleasure so mind-blowing her sex moistened.

Heat flooded her as his tongue slowly licked over her pulse, as if he was trying to feel her heartbeat—trying to gauge how aroused she was for him. And her body hummed as those lips, that tongue, made her clit throb and ache for
more.

By the time his tongue delivered its final stroke, she was panting under the desire. Her lower body grew heavy as he grabbed a piece of rope from the loop and made a cuff, then bound her wrist. Not a binding she was used to. The cuff was loose enough that if she wanted to she could pull her hand right out. “I could free myself,” she told him. “You should tighten it.”

“Should I, now?” He grinned.

He moved on to the other wrist, and applied the same loose cuff. Beyond frustrated, she pulled her hand out and frowned. “Like I said, it’s too loose.”

He stayed silent, his expression revealing very little.

Kenzie counted up to one hundred before she huffed and returned her hand to the rope. She recognized his plan. Porter was proving his point well enough that it wasn’t the bondage holding her there, it was his dominance. That if she didn’t comply with his demands—staying in place—he wouldn’t continue.

She also wasn’t blind to her needs. There was no way in hell she could leave Club Sin without a scene tonight. Pain kept the demons inside quiet. His touches were like fire to her soul. His kisses burned with passion. For that, she gave him this small show of submission to get what
she
needed.

Once he’d bound her ankles to the table in a similar manner, he pressed his hand against her lower back, arching her, so her bottom was raised high. An unexpected cold flash of discomfort cut through her. Being exposed for Porter in this way made her feel exactly that…entirely exposed—almost as if he was attempting to tame her.

She drew in a long stabilizing breath. “I don’t like this position.”

Porter kept his hand firmly on her back, refusing her any movement. “Why?”

“It’s hurting my back.”

“Level of pain?”

She paused, realizing if she said a high number she’d seem weak, something she’d never do. He was proving to be one step ahead of her, but she fought to catch up. “Two.”

He swatted her butt in response. “Safe-word out if you need to.”

Well, that fucking backfired.
They both knew she’d never safe-word out, because nothing he was doing would warrant it, except for making her more uncomfortable than she’d ever been in her life. Which brought to mind a recent conversation Kenzie had with Cora.

“You’re not going to be your typical pain in the ass with Porter, are you?” Cora asked.

Kenzie grinned, unashamed. “Do you expect otherwise?”

“Nope,” Cora grumbled before she raised her brows. “I can tell you from knowing him so well that he’ll never let you get away with it.”

“Pfft,” Kenzie huffed, dismissing Cora with a flick of her hand. “I can handle the likes of Porter.”

“Sure you can,” Cora said and snickered. “Good luck with that.”

Kenzie hadn’t believed Cora before. Now she did. This Dom was
different,
more attuned to her. He carried the ability to read her, and found the exact ways to get inside her mind like no other Dom had been capable of doing. Maybe because the arrangement had made it more of a necessity to. He couldn’t stay distant, like all others could. She wondered if maybe he had practiced the ability to mind-fuck a submissive, which included activities intended to create a psychological impact. If that was the case, she was utterly screwed.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

She sensed him leaving her, and she wondered what he planned to do with her lingerie still on. Being naked usually happened within seconds in a scene. Her breath hitched as nerves fluttered inside her, almost as if she
was
a newbie again.

The air shifted, indicating Porter’s presence, and she groaned when something tickled her side. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

Porter smiled from ear to ear, those mischievous eyes not giving her the intensity she wanted. He trailed the feather flogger up her side, then over her shoulder and down her back. He remained silent as he moved to her bottom, and she lost sight of him.

She stared at the limestone wall in front of her and wondered if she’d made the biggest mistake to agree to this with Porter. She needed a stinging flogger or the hard slap of a paddle. One month of
this
was going to be hell.

The feather flogger slowly moved over her bottom, and then he trailed it between her thighs. Her eyes widened as a gentle push of unknown pleasure consumed her—a soft embrace forcing a shudder. Her mind instantly numbed, as the sensation seemed so foreign to her. The stroke of the feathers was teasing but purposeful, and her stomach clenched.

Porter’s low chuckle drifted across her as he dragged the feathers back up her moist sex on top of her panties. “Seems to me, kitten, that cunt doesn’t need pain to get all excited, does it?”

She wanted to argue and fight against those words, but she found herself unable to respond. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and her sex tightened under his mesmerizing touches pulling her into a space she never wanted to return from.

Please don’t stop…