Beg for It (9 page)

"What—"

He narrowed his eyes. “Now, now, don't going ruining how well you've done and make me punish you in ways that are unpleasant."

Restraining his grin proved difficult, seeing the full-body shudder she gave at the idea of his punishment. “I was very kind last night to simply ignore you. My generosity will not happen again."

She nibbled her lip for only a second before her shoulders relaxed. “I've been hurt before.” Tears welled in her eyes, and his heart clenched seeing her pain. “I suppose because of that, I closed myself off so you couldn't do the same."

All things he expected to hear, but it was refreshing that she finally spoke the truth. “Does it feel good to always be forcing others away?"

She shook her head, and more tears fell. “No, Sir."

He couldn't stand not touching her any longer. He cupped her cheeks, and brushed away the wetness. “If you feel that you need to protect yourself, then yes, I believe shutting out anyone who would mistreat you is wise.” He swirled his fingers along her cheeks. “But am I a man who will disrespect you?"

"No, Sir."

His heart warmed at the softness of her. Sweet woman. And he wanted to lash out at the men who had mishandled her emotions “We're in agreement, then, that those walls you put up to protect yourself don't belong when you're with me?"

"Yes, Sir."

"That sounds much better, darlin'.” He reached up for the hook above her and unlatched it.

As she lowered her arms, she sighed, and he caught the sound with his mouth. He swiped his tongue in a perfect rhythm with hers as he cupped her nape. A perfect, wet mouth he could get lost in.

She melted under his touch, squirmed against him, and damn, she tested his control.

Backing away from her, he rested his forehead on hers and kept his hand tight on her neck. “It's not a question of will I give up my other submissives for you.” He stared into her eyes that had entranced him at first glance and hoped she read his emotion. “It's that I always needed more than one to satisfy me. With you, I need no one else. Bella, I'm in love with you, sweetheart."

"I love you too."

He grinned. “Not just
like
?"

She laughed, the sweetest sound he'd ever heard. “No, Sir, love."

He took her mouth and kissed her as if tomorrow was his last. Her tongue followed his as he guided her. He enjoyed the soft, wet mouth of hers that he could hardly wait to have around his cock.

Once he'd thoroughly kissed her to leave her panting and shivering in excitement, he backed away. “Further questions?"

"None, Sir."

He ran his hand over her stomach, and a tremor rippled beneath his touch. “We'll use the same safe words. ‘Rose’ as your soft limit. ‘Thorn’ as your hard. Yes?"

"Yes, Sir."

Leaving her there, trembling in her arousal, he strode to the other side of the room, then pulled two thin benches with cushioned tops to the center of the room.

After positioning them with a gap between them that would be comfortable for her, he crooked his finger at her. “Come to me."

Once she was before him, he removed the silk from her arms, then helped her on top of the benches. On all fours, with her left side supported by one bench and her right side supported by the other, she was spread wide. He took four ropes off the tray, then, he strapped her arms and her calves to the benches.

"Tonight I'm going to push your limits, Bella. I'm going to show you that your fears about not being able to keep up with me are without merit. You enjoy a little pain with sex as much as I enjoy offering it, yes?"

"I-I think so, Sir."

He held her gaze as he removed his pants and tossed them into the corner of the room, along with his socks and shoes. He returned to her and grabbed the crop off the floor.

"Now then, you have your safe word in case things become too much for you. I
want
you to use it if you need to.” At her nod, he continued, “But trust that I'm giving you what you need, not what you might want. Your body has told me enough that you will enjoy this."

"I trust you, Sir."

Had anything ever sounded as beautiful as that?

Stepping into the open space between the benches, he positioned his erection in front of her face, and she stared at it. His cock jumped at how she licked her lips, at the way she practically fucked him with her gaze.

His voice took on a husky tone even to his ears. “Your plush lips are made to suck cock. Soft. Warm. They invite me."

She looked from his cock to his face. Her eyelids were lowered, cheeks a perfect pink, and her mouth was parted. “Yes, Sir."

"Off you go, Bella."

With a soft moan, she leaned forward, yet the rope along her limbs stopped her. She frowned at him. “I can't reach you, Sir."

"Looks like you're going to have to work harder then.” He smacked her ass with the crop, and she flinched. “And take this as a warning I do not approve of being frowned at."

"Yes, Sir.” Her tongue flicked out, reaching for the tip of his cock, and it barely made contact. “I want to taste you, Sir."

"I as well, darlin'. Best you find a way.” He raised the crop and hit her bottom in endless slaps. “The longer you take to suck me off, the more hits you'll receive. I want to take pleasure in your mouth, and I'm growing impatient."

Groaning from the force of his hits, she reached for him. He glanced at the binds on her arms and calves, and they dug into her skin. Her tongue connected with the tip of his cock, and she moaned as she drew his precum into her mouth.

Then she licked the slit of his cock, and he threw his head back, relishing in her slick tongue. Wet. Skilled. Impressive. Fuck, she was good at that.

He lowered his head, stopped the force of the crop, and looked at the binds along her arms.

Discoloration informed him that she strained. It must've hurt, which proved to him that, as he thought all along, she could handle more pain than she gave herself credit for. Her trembling, her face flushing hot—oh yeah, she enjoyed some pain with her sex.

"That's very good, Bella. Now take more of me into that hot mouth of yours.” He raised the crop and smacked her ass, and she gasped. But she returned immediately and deliciously caressed the head of his cock.

Another hard hit caused her bottom to flame. Damn, he liked seeing her ass rosy.

Good thing Bella had an attitude that would no doubt warrant punishment often, especially once she grew more comfortable with him, because he'd take enjoyment in seeing that ass red often.

Her tongue snaked out again, as she desperately tried to please him. He appreciated her effort. “Yes, sub, you do that well and make me want to fuck your mouth."

Taking a step forward, he closed in on her. Her gaze remained on his, and he glanced over her blonde hair trailing along her creamy skin. Her smooth back and red ass all enticed him enough that he reached down to tweak a nipple.

She rubbed her face over his erection. His muscles tensed, and fuck, the woman could make him come by doing just that. Instead, she parted her lips, and he pushed the tip of his cock into her mouth.

The feel of her lips—the feel of his Bella—on his cock compared to no other sensation. She bobbed on the tip of his cock to suck him dry, and she was well on her way to doing just that.

When she slid forward, taking him all the way into her throat, he grasped her head and held her there.

Her ravenous eyes remained on his, and she massaged him with her tongue. “Bella, you are enjoying this far too much."

Whack.

Smack.

He grunted as he slid out from her, only to return to the very spot that he had now decided was paradise. Her lips created a suction that made him feel strangled and ready to blow.

She slowly released him, and she'd never looked so beautiful. Nothing had ever appealed to him so much as this little spitfire bound, ready for him.
Damn this. That pussy is mine.

In haste, he rid her of the ropes and grasped her arms, lifted her off the benches, then placed her on her feet. He took her in a forceful kiss that tangled his tongue with hers. She gave him an answering moan, and in greed, he ate those moans, ready to intensify them. She squirmed against him, her stomach stroking his cock, and she whimpered.

With a nibble on her bottom lip, he backed away from her sweet mouth, staring into the eyes of the one woman who made him want no other. To give up every submissive so he only controlled one. The one woman whom he thought he'd never have and now had no intention of ever letting go.

"Know this, Bella.” He pointed to her and then to him. “This thing between us I've wanted for some time. Nothing pleases me more than to have you here, under my command, and have your body open to my pleasures, as well as your heart."

She smiled, a bit playful yet full of emotion. “I'm yours, Master Kole."

The floor had dropped right out from underneath him. It wasn't what she said that thrilled him. It was her voice, her soft expression, the willingness, the acceptance, and the way she fully trusted him.

He pressed his body against hers to overpower her as her submission spilled over him. What started out as friendship, curiosity between them for maybe more, had now entered into a full D/s relationship. “That show of respect is one I welcome."

Then he spun her around, brought her back against his chest, shoved his erection into the seam of her ass, and walked forward to grab a condom off the tray on his way.

At the wall, he pushed her against the stone, trapping her with his hand between her shoulder blades as he ripped the condom wrapper open with his teeth. He sheathed his cock and kicked open her legs, then angled her hips.

After he placed his cock at her entrance, he pushed through her tight center. A sound of pleasure and relief sounded from her throat as he thrust upward.

He ran his hand up her shoulders and held the base of her neck, pinning her to the wall. And she melted under his touch. Her pussy contracted against him as her wetness spread over his balls. The earlier scene had no doubt aroused her beyond measure, and fuck, if it hadn't done the same to him too.

"Don't move.” His voice sounded on a throaty growl as he spoke in her ear. “Now I will take my pleasure in this sweet little cunt, my Bella."

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Sweet Jesus!

Kole's weight pressed against Bella's neck, and she'd never been so comfortable. Safe. Here under his hold, her world aligned. And her body was set aflame.

She'd never been so wet—so wanton—and the lingering pain from the ropes on her arms and calves only amplified her need for him, awakening every nerve ending in her body.

His cock was pushing inside her, stretching her in ways that no man had ever done before, touching her as she'd never been touched.

Her heart burst wide open, and for the first time, she was doing exactly what she knew was missing in her life. It wasn't anything she needed to find; it was something she needed to give in to—to put all of her trust in Kole and allow him the right to take care of her.

Being here. Just like this. Restrained under him and open for his pleasures. His submissive. And that part of her that refused his claim on her settled because she wanted to give him all of herself.

He deserved nothing less.

Skin slapped skin as sweat coated her body, and the dampness of Kole's flesh brushed against her own. His low groans remained right by her ear as he thrust exactly as he had before, ruthlessly.

The grip he held her by was firm. Her face pressed against the cold stone wall, his grip holding her so tight she doubted her cheek would get scratched, because he wasn't allowing her to move enough to warrant it.

Kole grunted, and she mirrored the sound as his moves became easier, faster, and smoother. Everything tightened. Her muscles clenched with her impending release. Light danced behind her closed eyes. Flutters tickled up her legs and spread warmth into her belly. Legs trembling, she attempted to fight it off, but the sensation rose and took hold, overpowering her.

"Sir. Need. To. Come."

He smacked her ass with a firm hit, then squeezed her cheek as he continued to thrust into her savagely. “No."

She gritted her teeth. Her breath sucked back into her body as that hit awakened her nerve endings to soar into a soul battle that shook her bones. All her muscles surged with awareness. She parted her mouth, and a scream of frustration spread throughout the room.

Through her fight she suddenly realized the lack of sensation. She hadn't known Kole had pulled out and hugged her from behind. Too lost in the battle against her orgasm, she knew nothing but the high he denied her.

Backing away from her, he squeezed her neck. “Stay in this position.” His skin left hers and she mourned the loss. How her legs trembled and insides quivered.

He approached the tray again, and she closed her eyes, listening, needing to understand what he was up to. She heard him remove his condom, which didn't please her, but heard the rip of another wrapper. Then a click, almost as if he opened a bottle.

The moment he returned to her and slid his hand over her bottom, his intent became clear. She tensed. “Rose."

His hands stilled, his body leaned against hers, and he came close to her cheek. “Shh...only touching, for now."

Continuing his descent, he slipped his fingers between the seam of her ass and pressed his finger against the tight bud, smoothing a warm liquid over her skin. “Your ass has never been touched."

It didn't sound like a question, and she didn't respond. Fear crept up. Her pulse hammered. No, her ass had never been fondled or fucked. Not that she wasn't interested or curious, but no man had ever asked before.

She debated pulling out her hard-limit safe word, but the ache in her pussy disagreed. Kole wanted his pleasure. And his pleasure he would take.

She might not know what this sensation would be like, but she trusted that it'd bring her some type of pleasure, as Kole had proven to do effortlessly.

His voice was so low it vibrated right through her and raised the little hairs on the back of her neck. “Relax.” At her exhale, he pressed against the bud, his finger demanding entry. “Objections?"