Beg for It (3 page)
"What's that supposed to mean?” she snapped. “Why would I
struggle
to meet
your
demands?"
He gave his head a slow shake. “I'm not saying it to insult you, but to give you a stern warning. I don't play lightly."
"Well, I...” Her entire face burned hot as if she had a high-grade fever. Marley had told her all about Kole. How he enjoyed pain play. How strict he was in how a submissive behaved. And all it'd done was increase the throb between her thighs. Solidified the fantasy. “I think I might like that."
He gave a delicious smile. “I have no doubt you would."
And then his lips were back on hers as he swept her away in another leg-wobbling kiss before those plush lips tore away from hers.
"You'll arrive at the castle next Friday at seven o'clock. I'll have a room reserved.” He dropped his head, his eyes in the direct line of hers. “When you arrive, remove your clothes, kneel in the center of the room, and wait for me. Clear?"
Heat spread across her body at the images playing in her head.
Nude? Kneeling? Oh God!
She quivered in anticipation.
At his expectant expression, she nodded instead of offering him a breathy response.
"Good.” He took her mouth again playfully, nibbled on the corners of her lips, and flicked her lips with his tongue. And when he had her body ramped up to a fever pitch, he backed away to trail his thumb over her lips. “Can you be honest and open with me?"
Drool, honest-to-God drool, formed in her mouth. Everyday Kole was sexy. Dom Kole was to die for. The sheer power that exuded from him, intensity in his features, it all captivated her. He'd asked her to be honest with him—how hard could that be? “I can do that."
He nodded in approval, skimmed her mouth again with his thumb, while his gaze stayed focused there. The smile he gave, the possessiveness held in the depths of his eyes, liquefied her insides.
Something sparked through his touch, only increasing with his kiss, and even more so by the way he looked at her now. One of those
duh
moments. Had what she wanted—desired—been standing right in front of her this entire time?
In less than a week, she'd have the answer.
The candlelight in the dungeon cast a lovely glow over Bella's naked body. Kole stood over her and loved the defiance in her eyes that appeared when he ordered her to look at the floor. Her frisky attitude aroused him as she presented a challenge.
Could he get her to yield?
Warmth pooled into his gut as she responded to his request, even though she fought against his command. He'd noticed submissive mannerisms in her before through their casual time together, but last week his touch awakened her.
Beautifully submissive
. His kiss had made her melt.
Responsive.
To her tonight might be about indulging in BDSM to dive deeper into her desires. For him, a juicy piece of steak had been laid out in front of him, and like a lion, he planned to devour it. “Eyes to me, Bella."
Those lovely ocean-blue eyes twinkled in wonderment at him. Damn her, she'd mesmerized him, and his hard cock pressed against the zipper of his pants. He'd removed his shirt the moment he entered the room, leaving his black slacks on, and it was a good thing since the sight of her warmed him from head to toe. “Tonight, your safe word is ‘thorn.’ Use this if you need the scene to stop. Let me hear it."
"Thorn,” she replied, and her nose scrunched up.
He grinned at how awkward that sounded from her. “Since you're new to the lifestyle, if I'm doing something that has you worried, but you don't necessarily want me to stop, you'll say ‘rose.’ Say it."
"Rose."
"Excellent. If you say your soft-limit word, I can take measure of you, see if I agree, and we can discuss how you're feeling.” He leaned in and tilted his head. “I'll decide if I should keep going, or if we should move on to something else."
"I understand,” she rasped.
He hadn't even touched her yet, and she was thoroughly aroused, her pupils dilated. The little spitfire held zero comprehension that she'd shine tonight. “I've asked you a direct question, so your response will be ‘yes, Sir,’ even ‘okay, Sir,’ or ‘I understand, Sir.’ If you want to make me very happy, you might say, ‘yes, Master Kole.’”
A burn filled her gaze, and Kole understood. Bella had always kept everyone at a distance. He'd seen it time and time again. How she'd pushed everyone away with her brisk, snappy attitude, and he doubted she'd call him “Master.” The “Sir” would suffice for now.
"Yes, Sir."
It'd been years since he had anyone new under his command. He usually enjoyed skilled submissives that he could push. Pain along with pleasure could leave women boneless. Yet he appreciated the innocence of Bella. Furthermore, he enjoyed Bella, the woman.
He inhaled and caught a waft of luscious woman mixed with cinnamon body spray. As he gazed over her naked flesh, his cock twitched. Her perky breasts with rosy nipples delighted him. The curves and hard lines detailing her athletic frame and shaved pussy invited him. His daydreaming over what she looked like beneath her clothes wasn't even close to how beautiful she really was.
Perfect.
Leaving her kneeling in the center of the room, he strode over toward the tray of items he gathered for the scene. Each item was chosen carefully from her list of limits she gave him when she signed the waiver required by the castle.
He grabbed the four leather cuffs with fur inside and also took the black ropes off the tray, then returned to her. “Stand."
She rose, awkwardly, which he'd not fault her for. Most times, he'd never tolerate such jerky movements from a submissive, but Bella wasn't his usual submissive. Something he reminded himself of as he wrapped the cuff around her left wrist, then repeated the move on the other. Her sharp inhale and the tremor that ran through her made him smile.
Very responsive.
Once her wrists were bound, he stepped in behind her and grasped her wrists at her back. Then, he laced one of the ropes through the loops on the cuffs.
Bella softened beneath his touch.
Lovely.
He pulled on the rope slightly until she backed up; then he attached the loose ends of the rope onto the wooden post in the center of the room. He added the cuff to her ankle and ran another piece of rope down to the loop on the floor to place her in an inverted Y position.
By the time he finished with the knot on her other leg, she panted in heavy breaths, and her muscles quivered. “Rose,” she whispered.
"I'm pleased that you're aware when you should use your safe word. But I'm binding you because there's some trust between us since we've known each other for a while now.” He brushed his fingers along her calf to soothe her. “If you go into a scene with another Dom, you're to refuse this until you trust him more.” He tilted his head and studied her. “Now then, why are you worried?"
"I can't move, Sir."
"Breathe against your worry and grow comfortable within the restraints.” He strode toward the wall to give her space, squatted down, watching for any sign that being bound was something she couldn't handle. The little woman trembled in fear, but those taut nipples couldn't lie. This aroused her.
Within a few minutes, the heavy rise and fall of her chest eased, and the redness in her cheeks faded. He approached, her wanton gaze and enticing scent drawing him to her. “You handled that well, Bella.” A slow show of trust he appreciated. “You have your safe word. Remind yourself of that."
"I will."
He grabbed her chin, angled her head back to ensure he garnered her attention. “I explained my rules to you when we discussed your limits and have also given you a reminder a moment ago.” Her eyes widen in slight, but he carried on. “If I have to remind you again of how to address me, you'll be punished"
"Yes, Sir."
She might have bitten out the word, but he expected nothing less. Right now, she was playing along to see where this would take her, not giving him the respect he deserved. He sought to change that. “Very good."
Drawing in a long deep breath, he considered her. From what she'd told him and shown him, she had a curiosity toward being bound and flogged, but she was skittish.
Proceed with caution, or she'll end this
. Not on his life.
This little hellion made him curious, and now having her here, a desire rose to show her what she'd been missing in her life. And that included him being in it.
Not pissing around any longer, he reached forward, palmed her sex, and silkiness warmed his fingers. “So wet already, Bella.” Her lips parted, a soft moan escaping at his caress. “You might fear the restraints, but listen to your body. It likes it."
He pressed his palm against her clit, and her eyes rolled back into her head. Then he slid his finger into the warm wet space, and her inner walls squeezed against him as he worked her pleasure.
Her breath deepened; she sighed against every touch, and her body liquefied around him. Thrusting in deep, he rubbed the pads of his fingertips against her G-spot. With a loud gasp, her eyes went huge, and moisture flooded his fingers.
He chuckled and withdrew his fingers, and she made unhappy noises.
Greedy woman
. She wasn't used to a man stopping once he started.
Now this is fun!
Leaving her bound to the pole, he approached a candle sitting along the stone ledge that ran across the middle of the room. He took the white pure paraffin wax candle and turned back to her.
Her eyes widened and her cheeks flushed. Stopping in front of her, he held the candle up to show her the wax pooled within. “Wax decorates a body so beautifully, and I enjoy seeing it on a woman's breasts."
That pretty gaze of hers stayed trained on the candle before she shut her eyes tight. “Rose."
Taking reflection of her, he lowered the candle, and once she opened her eyes, the worry of the unknown raged hard in their depths, changing the crystal blue to almost navy in color. “You're afraid.” He said it more of a statement than a question, and she didn't reply.
He skimmed his fingers down the middle of her chest, circled one of her hardened nipples that awaited him, and sensed the tension in her muscles. But how this little lady burned with lust and trembled against his touch.
"The fear is caused from the lack of control in the situation.” She released a lovely sigh as he continued to swirl the taut knot. “Remember, you have the power to stop this scene with your hard-limit safe word. Push past your need to bolt."
He gave her nipple a squeeze, and she gasped. “I'd like you try this once because I believe you'll enjoy it.” He slid his knuckles over the swell of her breast. “This candle burns at a very low temperature. It'll be nice and warm. No pain.” He playfully traced her creamy flesh. “If you don't enjoy the feel of the wax, we can move on. Yes?"
Her lips parted, but then she closed them, and took a deep breath through her nose. She finally said, “Yes, Sir."
"Excellent.” He placed the candle on the floor, approached the tray, and grabbed the black blindfold. “I'm covering your eyes for no other reason than for your safety. Wax and eyes don't mix."
"Yes, Sir."
He placed the blindfold over her head and settled it into place, and then picked up the candle. Lifting the candle to her shoulder, he tilted it ever so slightly to allow a drop of the wax to land on her skin.
She inhaled a sharp breath, yet didn't pull her safe word, and the eager shakes of her body begged for more.
Moving the candle toward her breast, he then poured wax over her nipple. She groaned, a seductive sound of pleasure, and his groin tightened. He craved to hear it again.
He lowered his free hand to her pussy, slid his fingers into her slick heat, and pumped them. Then, he poured more wax onto the other nipple, and kept on pouring.
Nothing looked more beautiful than her shaking against the binds, her head thrown back, and the shouts that sang from her throat.
Leaving his fingers in her warm, wet space, he blew out the candle and tossed it to the floor. “Very good, Bella.” He removed her blindfold. “You trusted me and pushed past your fear. That pleases me.” He grabbed her waist and finger fucked her, hard and fast.
Her screams—mixed from her reaction to the wax and the force of his hard thrusts—drifted across him. Convulsions gave her pleasure away. But he had no intention of giving her what she sought. The moment her tremors increased, he withdrew his hand.
She jerked her head up and her eyes narrowed on him at his refusal of her climax. Yet, like a good girl she stayed quiet when he suspected she craved to order him to continue.
Progress.
Turning away from her, he grabbed the flogger off the tray. The cool leather was perfect in his hand. Once he approached her again, her cheeks were now flushed, but her features went blank as her gaze landed on the flogger.
He raised the flogger, her eyes went huge, and she sputtered, “R-rose."
Three times now she'd used her soft-limit safe word. He understood her nervousness thus far was all about her keeping control. Her issue wasn't her fear, but her inability to allow him to do whatever he wanted to her. Even if she didn't realize it, she was topping from the bottom, which was why he focused on reassuring her instead of reprimanding her for throwing out a safe word so quickly, but his tolerance now faded.
"While I don't mind that you're unsure about this, I
do
mind you overusing the power of words. If you say the safe word again, and if I don't believe you're honestly afraid, we'll be done."
She blinked. Her mouth dropped open before she whispered, “Forever, Sir?"
"You need to trust me.” He tucked the flogger under his arm and stared at this beauty of a woman, making a statement of his own that he, not she, was in control. “Right now, you only trust your safe word."
He brushed his finger over her cheek, and he enjoyed when she leaned into his touch. “I won't hurt you, Bella, beyond what you can take. You've set out your limits in the questionnaire we did together. But you must trust me."
