Beauty Submits To Her Beast (13 page)

“Is this too much for you, Damon? Are you in pain?” Using two fingers, starting near his anus, she massaged, following the thick cable of nerves to where they ended behind his scrotum. Up and down, pressing harder, lighting a fire deep in those nerve endings that fueled his every pleasurable sensation.

“Ah! Hell, yes, but don’t you dare stop. Finish what you’ve started.” He let out another yell when she clamped her lips around him and sucked him deep. Her head bobbed up and down as she rode his cock.

It was sheer torture to watch her. Her fingers kneaded his balls. The blood pounded in his ears, and he fought not to yank her onto him and shove his cock into her pussy. She’d given so much, had taken the time to ease his pain. He’d give her this.

She rose higher on her knees and took him deeper, deeper, and then opened her throat. The tight squeeze had his hips bucking. He arched his head and back. “Fuck.”

She slid her mouth up his length, her tongue flicking out to tease and torment before sucking him deep once again.

His balls ached and quivered beneath her stroking fingers. One long nail scraped the skin between scrotum and anus, then pressed rhythmically, harder and faster, as she fucked him utterly and completely.

He wanted to beg but breathing was about all he could manage. His toes curled, his hands clenched the quilt on the couch, and he felt lightheaded from lack of air. Heat engulfed him, and every nerve in his body tingled with the pins and needles. He felt as though he’d been long asleep and was just now awakening, like Snow White. But instead of a prince saving him, he had his very own princess giving him the kiss of life.

His fingers slid into her hair, wrapped the long tresses around his hand, but resisted the temptation to control her movements. He only wanted to touch her, hold her as she sent him screaming up the side of a mountain. Each breath became a gasp or grunt. Cum churned in his balls, eager to empty into his cock.

The pad of her finger slid across his anus. His hips rammed up, and her head came down in one long, hard suck. Once more, she took him deep, squeezing, squeezing, her lips as tight as her throat.

“Fuck!” His roar filled the room and drifted out the skylight to weave through the treetops. Blood pounded with the force of water streaming out of a fire hose. He went stiff, his hips spasming as cum shot from his balls into his straining cock, then exploded from him in hot spurts.

Swallowing Damon’s salty essence and loving it, Caitie sucked his cock until he sagged, spent. Even as he continued to shudder, she gentled her strokes, licked him lovingly, until he sighed and pulled her up onto his lap, using gentle pressure on her head.

She smiled. “I hope that wasn’t breaking any rules, Sir.”

His color had returned to normal, and the deep grooves of pain had eased. She kept her weight on her knees, mindful of his injured thigh.

“I believe you broke several, my wild sub.” His hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs playing back and forth across her nipples.

Desire swelled inside her, like a sponge soaking up liquid. She met his gleaming gaze. “Guess you need to punish me.”

She’d never had so many stupendous orgasms in her life, let alone in such a short time. She couldn’t believe it was barely Friday. What better way to begin a new day than with another big O.

Chapter Ten

Without warning, Damon shifted and straightened until he sat. He looked like a man ready to take control. He slid her dressing gown over her arms and off. “Lie across my lap, my naughty sub.”

Caitie’s jaw dropped. “That’s not what I had in mind for punishment, Sir. Maybe you could punish me like before.” She wasn’t ready to try spankings, dammit. She wanted another wild ride.

He lifted one arrogant brow. “Are you arguing with me?”

All play was gone from his face, and she realized that while he’d given himself over to her, he was back in charge. He was her Dom, not a playful lover. Chewing on her lower lip, she wrinkled her nose. “I’m not into spanking or pain, Damon.”

He reached out and gripped her chin. “You’re choice, Ms. Olsen, is to do as I asked or return to your bed.”

Alone
. The word hung there. Her body ached for his, and more, she didn’t want to leave him alone with his dark dreams so she shifted until she was draped across his lap.

“Lift up.”

She scooted up and felt him slide a pillow beneath her hips, lifting her ass in the air.

“Very nice.” He ran his palms across her cheeks. “Now, spread your legs.” His finger slid through her crease and stopped at the entrance to her pussy. “Ah, so slick. So wet. Let’s see how much you like this.”

Smack
.

Caitie yelped. “Hey!” She’d expected his finger in her pussy, not a slap. She rose on her arms, twisted her head, and glared at him. “That hurt.” The sting from his hand seeped deep inside her and, to her surprise, sent ribbons of heat coursing through her veins. She didn’t like the feeling, was not and would not be turned on by pain.

“Turn around. Down on your arms.”

Obeying, she wasn’t sure she could go through with being spanked and was ready to use her safeword when he landed a second stinging slap to her left cheek. Both sides of her ass burned.

Before she could protest or use her safeword, he spanked her again. She couldn’t help the cry that escaped or the prick of tears. The fourth swat, something besides pain spread deep inside her and ignited a throbbing need.

“Oh-oh.” She wiggled her butt, clenched her ass cheeks tight, and felt her clit come alive.

A finger eased into her pussy. “Tell me, Belle. Are you turned on?”

She shook her head. She couldn’t be aroused. If she was, it was from sucking his cock, not being spanked.

“No?” He wiggled his buried finger. At the same time, his palm landed on her right cheek.

She cried out, but not from the pain. The warmth of the spanking had ignited embers of pure lust deep in her center that arrowed straight into her clit. Again, he checked her state of arousal. She heard sounds of wet sucking and wanted to bury her head in humiliation.

“Tell me you don’t like being spanked.”

Pain wasn’t supposed to turn a person into a writhing mass of desperate need. Was it? She moaned. “This is wrong.”

“Were you not told to leave behind all shame and fear? For you—for us—there is only pleasure. The method of attaining that pleasure matters not.” He stroked, in and out.

Caitie whimpered. She clutched the quilt and pushed her hips back, silently begging him to continue pleasing her.

Smack!

The unexpected blow of his palm startled her. Her pussy contracted as the fresh burst of pain seared her clit. She gasped, buried her head, and tried to calm the raging need, but a trickle of cream slipped out as he tormented her both inside and out.

“You’ll admit you like what I’m doing.” He scissored his fingers, stretched her.

“I like your fingers inside,” she whimpered.

Smack
.

“Not good enough. I’ll have it all, my sweet sub.” He set a fast and furious pace.

Smack.

“Oh, god.” She nearly screamed. “Please.” How could she want this man and what he did to her? He was a stranger, what he was doing even stranger than he was. Except she felt as though she’d known him forever and lived for this moment, the pleasure of his punishment.

“Please, what?”

“More.” She tilted her ass in invitation.

“More what?” He stopped and withdrew his fingers.

“No,” she wailed, digging her fingers into the couch.

“Tell me what you want, sweet.” He smoothed his hands across her sore ass.

The brief flare of pain stabbed deep inside her center. “You. This.”

“Say it, sweet. Give me the words.”

“Fine,” she sobbed. “Spank me and make me come.”

A tremor of satisfaction ran through Damon. He rammed his fingers deep, pleased with her scream of need and the slickness of her pussy. She coated him with her juice, and her inner muscles clamped around him, held him tight.

She quivered and shook. “Yes. Yes. Please, Sir.”

He caressed one red cheek, felt her shudder as his gentle touch released a small wave of pain. It’d been so long since he’d engaged in spanking, and staring at her pink cheeks sent waves of fresh lust through his dick. Though she’d milked him dry, he was already hard and eager to fuck her.

He twisted and curled his fingers and stroked that patch of sensitive flesh. Her jerk and cry caused his balls to tighten painfully. He gasped, fearing his need might just pull his boys up clear into his throat.

He loved her firm ass, her nicely rounded cheeks glowing pinkly. His free hand parted her, giving him a clear view of his fingers dipping in and out of her pussy.

“How many times?”

“
Damon
. Sir. Please. I need to come. Just do it.”

“Three more, then you’ll come. Agreed?”

Caitie whimpered. “Yes.”

He brought his hand down. She shrieked and rocked back. He groaned. “Count, my sweet sub.”

“One.” Her voice was breathless, as though she’d run for days.

Smack
. He pumped hard and fast, loving how she contracted her muscles with each blow.

“Shit! Two. Good. So good. Going to come.”

Damon felt her muscles tightening, felt her gathering, drawing herself in, and he smiled. “One more, sweet.” He delivered the final spank, then drove her hard and fast, sending her up and over. She screamed his name, gave herself over to her orgasm.

She shook and shuddered, her pussy throbbing and convulsing around his fingers. He didn’t stop, one orgasm shot into two. Then three, until, with a final scream, she went limp.

“Tell me you liked being spanked.”

Small rockets still going off inside her, Caitie gasped. “Didn’t. Like. Loved.” Her ass stung and burned like hell, but it was worth it.

Damon pulled his fingers out. She moaned in protest.

“Let’s go take care of that abused ass of yours.” He urged her off his lap, then stood and held out an arm to help her up.

Her legs trembled, and she was grateful for the arm around her waist. “I don’t think I will be able to sit for a while. Sir.”

Her beast chuckled. “I bet I can find other positions for you. Like on your hands and knees. We have some unfinished business.”

Noticing his impressive erection, Caitie groaned even as she licked her lips. “I think I can help you with your, um, unfinished business. Sir.” Good heavens, talk about a kid let loose in a candy store.

She chuckled. Unlike a child who risked getting sick from eating too many sweets, she didn’t think she’d have any such problem from experiencing too many orgasms. She hoped not as she still had two full days left of her weekend and like a greedy child, she planned to enjoy every minute with her Dom.

“What is so amusing?” Damon couldn’t believe how wild his weekend playmate had become with each smack. Not only had she been willing to try something new, but once begun, she’d given herself permission to fully enjoy the new experience.

The remnants of his nightmares had faded, and the pain in his thigh was nothing compared to the pain in his balls and the throbbing of his cock. He wanted nothing more than to pull her to him, bend her over, and bury himself deep in her slick pussy. The need racing through his veins shocked him.

He always remained in control. Sessions with his subs followed a plan, one he seldom deviated from. He was a good lover—considerate and gentle when it was called for, strong, demanding, and even domineering when a sub required or needed that from him. But he was seldom spontaneous.

He’d had the entire weekend mapped out with room to adjust to her needs. Those plans had been tossed aside the first moment she strode into the dungeon, anger in every line of her body and challenge sparking in her eyes. One day with this woman had him feeling alive. Human.

From a cupboard, he chose a bottle of lotion, then soaked a washcloth with warm water and glanced around. “Hmm, not much room here,” he decided, leading the way back out onto the balcony where they’d eaten their dinner. He tossed seat cushions onto the wood desk. “This will do.”

She wrinkled her nose as she stared at the faint light creeping through the thickly leafed branches. “For what?”

“You’ll see. Wait here.” Damon fished around in cupboards and drawers, picking up and discarding several toys until he found what he wanted. He grabbed a large, foam wedge and the toys wrapped in a towel. No sense in ruining the surprise.

When he returned to the deck, he dropped his bundle. Caitlin was on her knees, ass facing him.

She glanced over her shoulders. “I assume this is what you have in mind. Sir.”

Lowering himself to the thick cushion, he ran his hands over her pink ass. “It’s a start. I have plans for you, Belle. But first, let me take care of you.” He pulled her up, positioned the wedge, and gently draped her over. He glided his hands along the slope of her spine and feathered his fingers along the crest of her ass.

Leaning back, he sucked in his breath and swallowed hard at the sight of her reddened ass and the teasing sight of her pink pussy. His pulse hammered, and his balls tightened to the point of pain. He couldn’t remember the last time, before this woman, when need overcame control. “Damn. I want to fuck you right now, hard and fast, and hear you scream, sweet Belle.”

Caitie wiggled her hips. “You won’t get any complaints from me, Sir. You know how much I love candy.”

He chuckled. “I promise to give you all the orgasms you can handle.” He picked up the wet cloth. “First, let’s ease some of that burning.” He set the cloth onto her ass.

“Ow-ow.”

He squirted lotion onto his palms, rubbed his hands together, and then glided them over her warm ass. Her moan turned to a long sigh.

Damon took his time, moving to her back, rotating between long strokes down her spine, circular motions across her shoulder, firm pressure down her arms to her elbows and back up. He followed the curve of her sides, his fingers sliding over the exposed swells of her breasts. He smiled as her breathing relaxed beneath his touch and her sighs turned to kittenish purrs.