Crime & Punishment 2: Master Delacroix (14 page)

“I think what you need is a lesson in how to behave,” he murmured, and she shivered beneath him.

“Give it your best shot, asshole.” She fought against his hold and howled in frustration when she realized she still couldn’t move.

Nathan chuckled. “Oh, you’re going to get my best shot all right. Spread those legs, sub.”

She clamped them tighter together. Nathan slapped his hand hard against the cheek of her ass. She gasped and opened her legs as best as she could in her position.

“Admit it, sub. You want this.”

“No.”

He slapped her again, and she moaned behind tightly closed lips. Her right ass cheek was becoming very red, so he switched arms and hit her with his left. He watched as she closed her eyes and bit down on her lower lip.

He could feel her arousal, her desire, but he touched between her legs with his hand to see how wet she was. He smiled at the cream leaking from her pussy. She was very wet, and if her moan of pleasure as he used the pad of his middle finger to circle her clit was any indication, she was ready for him.

“Say it, Connelly.”

She shook her head. Nathan leaned down and bit her hard on the behind.

“Ow!” she squealed breathlessly.

“Say it.”

“No!”

He slapped her once more, then thrust two fingers into her pussy. Connelly moaned loudly, then snarled at him in anger.

“Say it,” he commanded.

If she didn’t soon, he’d take her anyway. Damned if he wasn’t about ready to explode himself.

He fucked her with his fingers, gently easing in and out, teasing her labia between thrusts. When he slowly circled her clit, she caved.

“Please, Master. Please.”

“That’s what I thought, sub. This is what you really wanted, isn’t it?”

He shoved his cock inside her slick, hot pussy and groaned at the feel of her tight walls gripping him. Connelly moaned and arched her back, which lifted her hips slightly, angling them so he could penetrate her better.

“Ah, that’s my hot little sub,” Nathan mumbled as he pressed deeper.

The toy made her incredibly tight, and she squeezed his cock like a vise, making him wonder just how long he could take it. He hadn’t been this turned on in ages. He pressed deeper and grabbed the handle of the toy. He wiggled it slightly, teasing her as well as himself. Connelly whimpered and moaned, her sounds of pleasure forcing his own desires higher. Nathan could feel the convulsions of her channel as he moved in short thrusts until he finally had himself buried balls-deep.

Connelly groaned.

“A little much?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Good.” He pulled back and thrust in hard, making her gasp. “You’re still going to take it. All of it.”

He released her hands and pinned them with his on either side of her shoulders. He pumped into her over and over, teasing her with shallow thrusts until she whimpered, then going deep and hard till she cried out.

“Please,” she sighed.

Nathan knew what she wanted. He could sense it, hear her begging for it in his head. He could even swear he could feel her oncoming orgasm as though it was his own. He tried to block it but struggled. It felt too good; part of him didn’t want to. He’d never connected to anyone like this. Ever.

“Please,” she begged again.

Nathan couldn’t tell if she’d actually said it or if he’d just heard it in his head. Between hers and his own, he wasn’t sure what the hell he was hearing and feeling.

He angled his hips and bumped the head of his cock against her cervix. Connelly hissed and jerked. The kiss of his cock against that sensitive muscle hurt but at the same time pushed her closer to release. He bumped it again, and she screamed, fighting against him to lift her hips toward his.

He bumped it a third time, and she exploded. Her walls pulsed around him, sucking him hard. He gritted his teeth, determined not to come yet. He wasn’t done with her.

Before her release subsided, he pulled from her pussy and rolled her to her back. Just as she was about to open her mouth and say something, he lifted her legs over his shoulders and pressed into her again, effectively cutting her off. She yelled as he pressed deep and ground his groin against her clit, instantly sending her into a second orgasm.

He kept pounding into her, thrusting hard as she spasmed around him. Nathan felt out of control, and his cock was so damn hard it hurt. He dug his fingers into her legs, and his whole body felt as though his skin could ignite into flames. The sensations he felt from her were almost too much.

He shook his head, trying to clear it, but only made it worse. All he could think about was sex, the feel of her, the smell of her, the way she gripped him. Everything she felt washed over him like a tidal wave.

Just as her body began to relax, he angled his hips again and dragged his cock across her G-spot. She screamed and splintered into pieces as a third even more powerful orgasm rocked her.

Nathan groaned as every pulse of pleasure she felt raced through him, sending him headlong into his own orgasm.

Chapter Thirteen

Connelly awoke slowly to the feel of Nathan’s lips brushing over her cheek. She sighed and wrapped her legs tighter around his waist. Weren’t they over his shoulders a second ago? She wasn’t sure. All she knew was how incredibly sated and sore she felt. But it was a good sore.

God, an incredibly good sore.

Nathan reached beneath her hips and tugged the plug in her ass free. Connelly winced, then moaned as Nathan pressed his cock deep again. He wasn’t as hard as before but still big. She tried to raise her arms to wrap around his shoulders but couldn’t. It was then she realized he had her wrists pinned over her head with one of his large hands.

His lips touched the sensitive spot behind her ear, and she shivered. “Wow. Three times. That’s never happened to me before.”

“Four,” he whispered.

“Four?” she asked with a frown.

He grinned at her as he brushed a damp curl off her brow. “The flogging.”

“Oh, yeah,” she breathed. “How could I forget that?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Good question. Perhaps I should do it again.”

She shook her head, earning a sexy smile from her Master. Oh, God. She’d said
her
Master. She couldn’t start thinking that way. No no no. She needed to get up. She needed to get out of here.

“What’s wrong, Connelly?” Nathan asked.

“I need to—”

“What you need is to be still.”

“But—”

“No buts,” he growled. His tone clearly said he meant business. “You have to talk to me, Connelly. That’s all part of being a sub.”

“Can’t you tell by looking at me? You seem to be able to every other time.”

“This isn’t about me reading you. This is about you being honest with me.”

She licked her lips and tried to stall. “I just…I need to go to the bathroom.”

“Liar.”

She sighed. “Okay, fine. I’m hungry.”

Nathan let go of her wrists and rose, bracing himself on his palms, but still kept his cock buried inside her while she lay flat on her back. He glared down at her, and Connelly felt like she wanted to shrink and hide. She didn’t want to get attached to him. She didn’t want to get hurt. She wasn’t his type, and while he seemed to enjoy fucking her, it didn’t mean he wouldn’t dump her for a pretty blonde with big, perky boobs.

Nathan’s lips twitched, and she narrowed her eyes at him, convinced there was more to him than he was currently admitting.

God, when had she turned into such an insecure sap?
Get a grip, Connelly. You’re a strong, independent woman who doesn’t want to lose her freedom. It has nothing to do with looks or age or anything else. Period.

“You realize I’m probably not going to be able to walk tomorrow,” she grumbled.

Nathan shook his head, but she didn’t miss the spark of humor in his gaze before he lowered it briefly. “That’s what you get for being difficult to a Dom with a big dick.”

Connelly bit her lip and tried not to giggle. “You don’t strike me as a normal Dom.”

He tilted his head. “How so?”

“You have a sense of humor.”

“A lot of Doms have a sense of humor.”

“A lot of them appear very serious as well.”

“Some Doms are very strict. I’m not. A few here have even called me a pushover where sassy subs are concerned, and they’re probably right. I happen to enjoy a good fight like the one tonight. Others prefer a sub who never back talks or misbehaves. I happen to find that boring. There are other Doms out there like me. You just haven’t seen them yet. And unless I’m mistaken,” he added, “you enjoyed it as well.”

She licked her lips and raised her hand to touch his muscular chest. She had enjoyed it. Even though she’d been mad at him at the time, the chase had set her heart racing wildly and her need for him through the roof. So much so, she’d almost come the second he’d entered her.

The walls of her pussy squeezed around his cock in reflex to the memory of him moving inside her. He moaned softly and pushed himself deeper, grinding his hips slowly against her clit.

“As much as I hate to, I need to get rid of this condom before we end up going again,” he drawled, making Connelly smile.

He pulled himself free of her body, and she moaned, wanting him back in.

“Is my little sub still hungry?” he teased, his tone low and sultry.

Connelly bit her lip and watched him remove the condom from his partially hard rod and throw it in a small trash can. The man was a freakin’ knockout. Just looking at him made her all hot and… Lord, she really needed to get her mind off sex. Weren’t four orgasms enough for her? Apparently not, if her reaction to his naked body was any indication.

His confidence amazed her. Women stared at him in lust and at her in obvious jealousy. It didn’t faze him in the least to be looked at, but then why would it? There wasn’t a damn thing wrong with him.

“Food,” she whispered. She really needed food before she sank her teeth in him.

Nathan grabbed her hand and tugged her to a sitting position. He surprised her by placing a soft kiss against her lips. Her stomach fluttered at the tenderness of his touch and the way his hands cupped her face. He was such a contradiction. One minute tender, the next full-on Dom.

“By all means,” he murmured against her mouth. She shivered at the sexy way he bit at her lower lip. “Let’s get my little sub some food. Then we’ll play some more.”

She backed up and stared at him wide-eyed. “More play?”

“You didn’t think I was done yet, did you?” He tweaked her nose before helping her down off the table. “Follow me, pet.”

She jumped down to her feet and winced as her legs shook the second she tried to put her full weight on them. Nathan grinned as he pulled his swim trunks back on and then handed her the terry robe cover she’d arrived in. She frowned, wondering where they’d come from. Had someone handed them to him? She must’ve really been out of it.

He put his hand at the small of her back and escorted her slowly to a long table covered with finger foods. All of it looked delicious, and her stomach rumbled loudly. She covered her stomach with one hand as a red-hot flush moved over her face and neck.

With a smile, Nathan handed her a plate. “Hold it with both hands,” he said.

She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. “Yes, Daddy.”

Nathan made a face and shuddered. “God, no. Master, Connelly.”

She giggled. “Yes, Master.”

“Better.”

“Not into the whole daddy/little girl fantasy?”

Nathan made that same face of disgust as he placed several shrimp on the plate. “No. I think I worked too many pedophile cases. The word ‘Daddy’ brings up the wrong images for sexual play.”

“I’ll bet,” she said with a grin.

He added several raw vegetables and some pieces of fruit. As the pile kept getting bigger, Connelly frowned.

“Sometimes hearing it in the club makes me nauseous. I tend to steer clear of those scenes.”

As Nathan piled a few small blocks of cheese on her plate, she finally spoke up. “I can’t eat all this.”

“It’s not just for you,” he replied and then winked.

Connelly’s stomach did a little flip, and the large amount of food was temporarily forgotten.

Finally finished, he grabbed some napkins and two bottles of Perrier water before leading her to a small sitting area nestled within a grouping of pine shrubs. He tossed a pillow onto the ground before taking the plate from her hands.

“On your knees facing me,” he said.

“Yes, Master,” Connelly murmured as she dropped to the pillow as gracefully as possible.

He sat in the chair and spread his legs, allowing her to move a little closer. She started to reach for one of the cheese wedges, but he slapped her hand. She froze and stared at him in surprise.

“I’ll feed you,” he said.

Her eyes went wide. “Excuse me?”

He gripped her chin and turned her head so she could see another couple positioned a few feet away. The submissive sat before her Master, patiently allowing him to hand-feed her as he spoke to another Dom sitting beside him.

“You can’t be serious.” Connelly gaped, then glanced back at Nathan.

He held up a grape and grinned. She frowned. “Absolutely not.”

He dropped his hand and narrowed his eyes. Connelly wondered if perhaps she shouldn’t push him again. Her vagina still felt a little sore from earlier. The man had a penis the size of a damn baseball bat. Not to mention what she was sure would be her bruised backside.

“Do you really do this, or are you just trying to push my buttons?” she asked.

Nathan’s sideways grin was all the answer she needed to know.

“Normally, no, I do not hand-feed my submissives, but you wanted to experience the submissive lifestyle, so I thought it would be interesting to include this. You never know, pet,” he said as he held the grape against her lips. “You might actually enjoy it.”

Her frown deepened as she let out a low growl of agitation. “What the hell,” she said on a sigh, then opened her mouth, allowing him to place the grape on her tongue.

Two Doms came over with their subs and spoke quietly to Nathan as he took turns offering her a bite of something, then taking one for himself. Connelly felt silly and ridiculous. Who hand-fed women like children? And what woman in her right mind would enjoy it?