A Dom's Dilemma (3 page)

After a while, he drew back to examine her. “Good girl.” Though it was silly, those two simple words of praise made her feel like she’d done something wonderful because she’d made him happy. Then he removed a tissue from his back pocket and wiped away her tears.

“Better?” he asked, and Kelly was tempted to hug and thank him, but she maintained her submissive pose since it seemed to please him.

“Yes, Sir,” she answered softly, her gaze glued to his. Then realizing she had fallen to pieces before this strikingly attractive man, she added,. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

He shook his head, which surprised her. “You never have to be sorry for bein’ scared, Kelly, though you do need to be honest with me if we are to work together. I can determine a lot from your expression, but I cannot read your mind.”

Kelly understood. She knew open communication was important between a Dom and his sub to prevent unfortunate misunderstandings. Was he saying he wanted to work with her? That he wanted to be her Dom? Maybe develop an even deeper relationship with her? As she considered exactly what that meant, Kelly decided she might not only want to submit, but that she actually needed to be mastered by a man like him.

Giving him a positive nod, she added, “I understand, Sir,” knowing he sought and expected her show of respect.

“Very good.” He gave her another pleased look that caused tiny butterflies to flitter in her stomach. “Now, I’d like to chain you up and continue lookin’ at you. I have no intention of punishin’ you in any way right now. Do you have any objection to bein’ chained? Any fears I should know about?”

He truly cared about her feelings. He wanted to make sure she didn’t fear him or his intentions. He wanted her to know he didn’t plan to hurt her while he held her naked, immobile and vulnerable. Kelly really hated being restrained, but she shook her head, convinced she would let this man do just about anything he wanted right now. “No, Sir.”

“Good. Then I will proceed,” Master James replied with firm, but gentle confidence as he lifted Kelly’s wrists to chain them above her head. Once he had them positioned, he glanced down again. “Breathe naturally, Kelly,” he instructed warmly, and she obeyed.

After giving her a nod of approval, Master James pulled the chains attached to Kelly’s cuffs taut until her arms stretched out above and to the side until she had to stand on tiptoe.

“Nice stretch,” he complimented, letting her down a bit before he secured the chains.

Kelly blushed with his approval.
He likes how I stretch
.

“Any issue with spreader bars?”

This time Kelly smiled at him. “No, Sir.” She didn’t like those either since they prevented her feet from moving. But if he wanted her locked into one, she’d let him.

He gave her an encouraging and affectionate smile back. “Very good,” he praised again as he knelt down and positioned her feet so they were stretched as wide as her arms. “You have a beautiful smile, darlin’,” he drawled, locking her ankles in place with the spreader bar before smoothly rising to his feet. “You should use it more often.” Then he gifted her with another one of his sexy yet comforting smiles.

Wrapped within the comforting warmth of his caring approval, Kelly was only aware of him. Nothing else.

Then he took a step back and looked at her from head to toe. Really looked at
her
. “You’re a real pretty sight in chains, darlin’. Lovely, in fact,” he complimented, stepping close to her again.

Closing her eyes for a moment, Kelly thought she’d start purring in a second if he continued lightly running his fingers through her hair, even though she knew his caresses came from a desire to keep her relaxed, not from a desire for her.

“Thank you, Sir,” she whispered gazing up at him with a sense of absolute wonder. He was so ruggedly handsome and virile, she grew wet between her legs by merely looking at him.

“All right now, Kelly. So you and I can get to know each other better, I’m gonna ask a few questions.”

She didn’t care. He could ask her anything he wanted, as long as he kept caressing her with those strong, powerful fingers and talking to her in that sexy, western drawl of his.

“Some of ‘em may be difficult, but I expect you to answer all the same. Lie to me, and you will be punished. Clear?”

 What did he say? Oh, that she needed to answer his questions honestly. “Yes, Sir,” she replied in a voice made tremulous by wants and needs she didn’t fully grasp.

“Very good.” He cupped her left breast and ran his fingers over a nipple that instantly pebbled under his expert touch. The wetness between Kelly’s thighs grew until she feared it would begin to dribble wantonly down her legs. How embarrassing.

“Do you masturbate, Kelly?”

Oh, God. He didn’t really ask her that with Kyle standing right next to them, did he?
Would Kyle assume she did it while she’d been with him if she answered yes? She swallowed and glanced back at Kyle to determine his expression. A surge of pain shot from Kelly’s breast to her brain. Unable to stifle her gasp of protest, Kelly gave a little jerk and snapped her gaze back to the displeased Dom standing before her.

“Eyes on me, sub. He is not your Master tonight, I am. So, I am the one you need to please. Also, I do not like repeatin’ myself. That pinch was just a warnin’, but it is the only one you’re gonna get. Delay in answerin’ me again, and I won’t be nearly as gentle.”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied with an audible gulp, unable to stop the flow of tears from trailing down her cheeks. She’d stupidly angered him because she grew concerned about Kyle’s feelings, and now Master James’s expression held little of its previous warmth. Instead, she faced the strict, disciplinary Master whom she either obeyed or suffered the consequences for her failure. And she was trapped.

With her eyes remaining fixed on his face, Kelly watched as he stepped back and crossed his arms over his chest again. “I await your answer, sub.”

She bit her lip. Oh, God, he’d gotten her so flustered, she forgot what he’d asked. And she knew admitting her failure would not be a good thing. He’d warned her she’d be punished if he had to repeat himself, and now he’d take her over to the spanking bench and….

Miserable, she realized she’d failed his first test while angering and disappointing him. He waited for her answer, and if she didn’t say something soon he’d…. His steady stare remained focused on her as he gave her the look that meant he was going to start counting again. Swallowing her guilt and remorse, Kelly held up her chin and met his gaze directly. “I forgot the question, Sir,” she admitted, unable to prevent a choked sob.

Regarding her with a wry expression, he arched an eyebrow. And in that instant Kelly realized he knew she’d forgotten, he’d merely been waiting for her to admit it. “Do you masturbate?” he repeated a bit more firmly.

“Yes, Sir,” she replied without hesitation, no longer caring what Kyle thought. All that mattered to her right now was the man frowning down at her so severely. She would give him whatever he asked for, right away, no matter who it embarrassed.

He held her gaze for a moment, then with a nod, he stepped forward and ran his hands along her shoulders and back again. She closed her eyes at the firm gentleness of his stroking and the heated warmth of his touch. She was stretched almost to the point of pain, but she didn’t care. All she wanted were his strong fingers and slightly rough palms to keep gliding over her flesh.

“Do you come?” he asked with a trace of huskiness, except to Kelly, it sounded like he was asking as one lover to another whether or not she found pleasure with herself.

“Sometimes, Sir,” she admitted, thinking if he reached between her legs, she’d come instantly, right then, on the spot, just for him. She had to stifle a groan of disappointment when he stepped back again.

“Only sometimes?” The slight frown on his features puzzled her, but she answered the question.

“Yes, Sir.”

“I see,” he replied, and she moaned with delight when he slipped his hand between her spread thighs and inserted a single finger inside her again. She bit back a more vocal acknowledgment of her enjoyment when he started sliding his finger in an out of her. Her nerves tingled with delicious frissons of pleasure.

“And what is it you do that keeps you from comin’ sometimes?” he asked as though he was conversing about the weather instead of teasing her toward an incredible orgasm while asking how she pleasured herself. She was finding it difficult to breathe. She really liked what he was doing, but she wanted more. She needed….

“I don’t know, Sir,” she answered gasping in a breath, with the pitch of her voice rising a little higher as she tried to shift closer so his fingers would stroke her where she most wanted, no needed, his touch. But he had her too well restrained. She had no choice but to remain exactly as he had placed her. Accepting only what he chose to give. Releasing a small moan of frustration, she closed her eyes and tried to relax. All she could do was let him lead her, and she would follow– no matter where he led tonight.

The moment he withdrew his finger, Kelly suppressed a moan that quickly morphed into a whimper of discomfort when he replaced one with two very large, and long fingers. He had big, sturdy hands, which stretched her sensitive flesh more than was comfortable. Her eyes snapped open and she tried breathing through the pain as she gazed at him. Did he mean to hurt her? He slowly pulled his two fingers out, then pushed them back in with a more gentle glide, taking care to give her body time to adjust and accept the intrusion. His gaze never left hers as he continued to move his fingers in and out of her in a slow, carnal dance. Kelly bit her lip.

“For right now, I want your eyes open and fixed on me. You are not to close them or look away, no matter what I do.” His tone remained stern, and a little threatening, while his magical fingers spoke another language as they continued to plunder for undiscovered erotic territory with a deep, rhythmic stroking.

Oh, God. Now he intends to make that really difficult for me
. “Yes, Sir,” she replied, giving another hard swallow as she struggled to maintain eye contact.

“You are very tight and wet, Kelly,” he complimented, watching her expression as he continued to slide his fingers in an out of her, seeking a treasure he’d forbidden her to have. A sensual flush ran through her from her clit to her toes. Kelly moaned and closed her eyes, snapping them back open when he pinched her pulsing flesh. It surprised more than hurt her, but she still jerked and gave a little yip. He continued to watch her with an intensity she found thrilling as he moved in and out her with an expert smoothness intended to keep her quivering with need.

Oh, God.
His fingers teased and coaxed her throbbing clit until all she yearned to do was close her eyes and let her body soar with the pleasure. She so badly wanted to please him and tried so hard to do what he asked, but her orgasm continued to build until she closed her eyes and stretched for the stars. He pinched her again. This time the pain zapped through her like a shock, causing her to yelp and go up on her toes.

His incisive, dark gaze remained fixed on hers. He looked displeased again, as if she’d done something wrong. “You may not come, until I tell you, Kelly.”

“What?” she asked, breathless from her near climax. She’d heard him, she just couldn’t believe he really meant to deny her this incredible…. Unforgiving pincers grabbed and twisted her tender flesh so harshly, Kelly’s hips surged as she jerked back up on her toes and cried, “Oww!” She would have danced about if her feet and legs had been free, but she was locked in place, and that hurt. Tears instantly filled her eyes.

“That’s for making me repeat myself, sub. I said you are not to come unless I give you permission.”

Kelly didn’t know whether to cry or come. What he was doing, when he wasn’t punishing her, made her toes curl in ecstasy, and he’d resumed his pace without faltering, as though he hadn’t compressed her most delicate tissue in a merciless vice mere seconds ago. Though her eyes overflowed with tears, and her lower lip trembled, she kept her gaze fixed on him. He didn’t appear angry, nor was he scowling, just intently watching and observing. Then his lips eased into a small encouraging smile, and she smiled back. Despite causing her more pain than she liked, his pinches also served to relieve her need, but not for long.

She was unable to suppress another moan as his fingers slid in an out of her with delicious and deliberate ease.
Oh, God.
He was torturing her on purpose.

“If you come before I’ve said you may, you will be punished for it,” he reminded her, thrusting in and out of her in the perfect tempo to send her tumbling. And,
Oh God,
he’d found the spot that made pleasure zing through her like a Chinese sparkler. Kelly needed to come so badly now she groaned, but she kept her eyes open and on him. She wanted to move her hips to match his powerful and masterful thrusts, except the chains held her fast. When her need grew to a point where she could no longer contain it, she had no choice but to surrender and accept the consequences.

Staring at him, she opened her mouth and pleaded one last time. “Ahhh. Please, Sir. I really need to come–”

“No, Kelly. You do not have permission. I expect you to keep your eyes on me and hold back your orgasm until I tell you otherwise.”

“Oh, God, Sir. I can’t.” She was ready to cry she was so close, but he continued to press into her a little faster and firmer. Not knowing what else to do, she began to pant in an effort to contain her pleasure. She so wanted to give this man everything he asked of her, but she was going to fail. She was going to come without his permission, and he would punish her.

Unable to keep silent any longer, she pleaded again, this time with her eyes as she moved up on her toes and murmured, “Ahhh….” He pinched her. Not nearly as hard, but enough to bring her need back under control.

“Thank you, Sir,” she whispered, grateful for the help he’d given her.

“Good girl,” he praised, his voice a silken caress on her raw nerves. “You feel so snug and warm when you grip my fingers like that, Kelly, and your face takes on a lovely glow. I suspect you will be beautiful when I finally let you come.”