Crime & Punishment 2: Master Delacroix (7 page)

“Be still, sub,” he commanded.

The sexy tone of his voice was almost enough to send her screaming over the edge.

“You’ll come when I allow it and not before. Am I clear?”

She scowled. “How the hell am I supposed to stop that?”

Nathan slapped her hard across the ass. She cried out in both shock and pain, but that pain soon blended with her lust, and she mewled like a kitten. Was that punishment for her smart mouth? Her question? Not calling him Master?

“I don’t mind a little sass in my sub. As a matter of fact, I enjoy it, but when I ask you a question, I expect it to be answered,” Nathan explained. “Am I clear?”

“Yes, Master,” she whispered, shocked at just how much this turned her on.

“Good girl. Now. Are you ready for something a little more?” Nathan asked.

“Yes, Master,” she panted. “Please.”

Connelly was shocked at the needy sound of her voice. She’d never begged. Never been turned on enough to beg. She had a feeling tonight she’d beg a lot.

Nathan loosened the strap around her waist and helped her roll onto her back. He pulled a part of the table out, lengthening it so she could stretch her legs along the padded leather. She sighed at the change in position, but then blushed as she was better able to see the others in the club watching her with interest.

“Close your eyes, sweetheart,” Daniel whispered as he ran his fingers down her face in a soothing touch.

She closed her eyes and drew in slow, deep breaths. Someone’s hand, maybe Daniel’s since she could feel Nathan wrapping straps around her ankles, cupped her breast and lifted it upward. She opened her eyes just in time to see Daniel dip his head and run his tongue around her nipple.

Connelly arched and moaned. Nathan pushed her back down against the now warm leather. She stared up at him, unable to look away as he laid a strap across her stomach, effectively pinning her in place.

“Now what?” she whispered.

Daniel nipped at the side of her breast, and she sighed but kept her gaze on Nathan’s heated stare. His lips twitched slightly, but he didn’t answer her. Trepidation should’ve been at the forefront of her thoughts. Instead, it was Daniel’s wicked tongue as he swiped it across her nipple. When he bit down on the hard bud, she gasped at the pleasure-pain that had her womb clenching.

She looked to Daniel as he lifted his head. “I think you have a little sadist in you as well.”

“Maybe,” he murmured as he dipped his head and softly kissed her.

His kiss was different than Nathan’s. Not as harsh or dominating but more of a seductive tease that had her entire body warming all over again. The second he broke the kiss, she immediately glanced over at Nathan. There was no jealousy, only a blazing look of lust that made her insides melt.

She swallowed, wondering exactly what this man had in mind as something a little more.

“How are your arms, Connelly?” Nathan asked.

She tried to free them from her binds but failed. “Still tied up, Master.”

A look of amusement flicked quickly across his face. “I meant how do they feel, pet?”

“They feel okay.”

He raised an eyebrow, and she quickly corrected, “Master.”

He inclined his head. “I want you to tell me if they start to ache. Sexual pain is one thing. Discomfort is another. Never be afraid to tell me that something is uncomfortable. Understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Unless, of course, it’s an oversized dildo.” He grinned wickedly. “Then, too bad.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “You delight in making me uncomfortable, don’t you?”

He chuckled. “As do most sadists. Now,” he said as he lowered his gaze along her body, “are you still aroused, pet? Or do we need to start over again?”

He put his hand between her legs and gently stroked along her labia. Using the tips of his fingers, he separated her and slid his fingers through her cream. Connelly could feel her face getting redder. Part of her was repulsed at the idea she could so easily do this, but another was highly turned on by the people watching.

She barely knew this man yet felt safe. Would she still feel this safe if they weren’t surrounded by so many people? Would she be as relaxed if she truly had to trust he would untie her if she said her safe word? How did women do this? How did they trust someone so completely they would give up so much control? It was scary to think about all the things that could happen if he was the wrong kind of man.

As she watched him, she felt deep inside that he wasn’t—that he was a man she could truly trust. His gaze met hers, and he winked just before thrusting two fingers deep inside her pussy. Her mouth fell open on a gasp, and her hips lifted, fighting against the restraints. It was such an odd sensation to feel his touch but not be able to move. She desperately wanted to move, and the fact she couldn’t was like a potent aphrodisiac that had her moaning in growing desire to feel more.

Chapter Seven

In and out of her pussy, slowly stretching, playing, teasing. The man was driving Connelly insane. Her fingers fisted. Her nails dug into her palms. Her back tensed and twisted beneath the straps.

“Daniel,” she heard Nathan say, but only half listened. “Hand me that vibrator on the table. The rabbit.”

The what? She watched Daniel open the package, then hand the thick vibrator over to his brother. Nathan caught her stare and grinned devilishly. He placed the head of the vibrator at her entrance, then thrust it slowly forward.

Connelly bit her lip, wanting to moan aloud, but felt too embarrassed to do so. Nathan watched her closely, seeming to read the very thoughts running through her mind.

“Soon, pet, you’ll be in such a fog you’ll forget all about those faces watching you,” Nathan said softly.

She believed him. He’d already brought her to heights of arousal she wasn’t sure she’d ever been to before. Her husband had been sweet, gentle, but even she could admit the sex had been smoldering at best. Never hot like this. Nor would he have ever thought to use toys on her, even though Connelly had asked. He just didn’t feel comfortable doing it.

Nathan, on the other hand, most definitely felt comfortable. He exuded sex. Even the way he looked at her made her want him. Oh, boy. She could get addicted to this—to him. She was playing a dangerous game, and she knew it. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

Her safe word was on the tip of her tongue. All she had to do was say it once and he’d let her go. She had enough information for her book. The spanking alone would be plenty to really flesh out her character’s emotions. She should just say it.

She stared at Nathan, his eyes dark and…knowing. He saw way too much of her.

Say it, Connelly. Just say it.

But she couldn’t.

Deep down, she didn’t want to.

As though he knew exactly when she’d made up her mind to stick it out, he thrust the toy deeper into her pussy. Connelly closed her mouth tight, but that didn’t stop the moan just behind her lips. Her face heated with embarrassment, and she turned her head toward the wall, away from the people watching.

“No, Connelly,” Nathan said. “Eyes on me.”

She swallowed and very slowly turned her head so she could stare up at Nathan. He had an understanding look in his gaze, as though he knew she was uncomfortable with being on display. It was comforting and unnerving at the same time. Were all Doms so observant? So in tune with their partners?

He touched his thumb to the small box he held up for her to see, and the vibrator clicked on. The setting was low, but the soft vibrating against her clit was almost enough to send her careening over the edge of bliss. She whimpered, drawing in short puffs of air. Nathan’s satisfied smile made her whole body tingle.

He wiggled two fingers at his brother. “Come here, Daniel. Play with her breasts. Get her nipples good and hard.”

“What?” she breathed.

Nathan walked back to the toy table while Daniel bent forward and licked his tongue over her breast. Connelly instantly forgot about Nathan and what he might be doing. Right now, all she could think about was Daniel’s wicked tongue and that damn vibrating toy in her channel.

She was so close. Her whole body tensed, anxious to feel the crest of her release that hung just out of her reach. She tightened her stomach and rotated her hips, fighting against the straps. She fought them so hard she was sure the leather would leave marks.

Daniel lifted his head, and Connelly whined. “No. Don’t stop.” The vibrations of the toy halted just as a hard slap of leather landed across her thigh, making her cry out in surprise. “Ow! Damn it!”

“You don’t top from the bottom, Connelly,” Nathan said firmly.

She stared up at him in shock, both at the tone of his voice and at her startling reaction to it. “What?” she asked.

“You do not tell your Dom what to do. He will stop, continue, tease, and torture at his leisure, not yours. Am I clear?”

She swallowed and nodded nervously.

“My actions as your Dom are dictated by your body’s responses. I know when to slow down, when to give you more, and when you’re about to come. I may stop you, or I may let you. Tonight, I don’t plan on letting you for a while.”

She opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

Nathan leaned over her, his mouth close to hers, his stare piercing. “It’s hard to resist kissing such a startled expression,” he whispered.

The second his mouth covered hers, Connelly’s eyes drifted closed, and a long, deep moan escaped, only to be swallowed by his kiss. He swept his tongue inside, teasing, exploring, rendering her completely and utterly helpless. It was hot, demanding, and so dreamy all at the same time. She never wanted it to end.

Unfortunately it did, and when he pulled away, she whimpered softly.

“Now that sweet sound I will accept,” he said with a grin.

Connelly frowned slightly.

“Are you ready to begin again?” he asked.

“Yes, Master,” she whispered.

Nathan turned on the toy. She tried to fight the lust that rose to the surface. Even with the people watching, she couldn’t. She could feel herself getting wetter, hotter, more desperate for orgasm.

She watched, panting in need as Nathan and Daniel flanked either side of the table, each holding a burning candle. Nathan stood near her breasts. Daniel was down by her thighs. The first drops of wax were the most shocking. They burned, but the sting heightened her arousal. Nathan and Daniel moved slowly across her stomach and thighs, each letting one tiny drop fall at a time.

Connelly was about ready to scream. Every bite of pain set her senses ablaze. Her entire body felt sensitive and tense. She jerked toward anticipated drops as though anxious for the burn, for the pleasure-pain that raced through her system. She knew she liked sex a little on the rough side, a little wicked and hard. But she had never imagined something like this.

Nathan moved closer to her breasts while Daniel moved toward her pussy. “When you get to her clit, Daniel, go easy,” Nathan murmured. “You don’t want to blister it by pouring on too much.”

She didn’t hear Daniel’s reply. Wasn’t sure she cared.

Nathan outlined her areola with drops of wax. Her body moved sensually beneath the bindings, seeking something, anything that would ease this unbelievable ache. Daniel dropped wax on her labia, and she moaned.

“Please, Master,” she begged.

Without either saying a word, one drop landed directly on her nipple and another on her clit, sending her screaming over the edge into bliss.

NATHAN WATCHED CONNELLY ride out the waves of her orgasm and couldn’t stop staring at her. He’d been picking up her thoughts the whole time. Yes, she’d been there to research her book, but her curiosity had just as much to do with her own desires as anything else.

Connelly was a masochist but hadn’t completely realized it yet.

The way she responded was a kick-start to his own libido. He wanted her badly, but they hadn’t discussed sex, only scenes. And scenes didn’t always include sex. He could tell she was attracted to him. His looks intimidated her, although for the life of him he couldn’t figure out why.

She wasn’t gorgeous, but to Nathan, that didn’t really matter. She had a way about her, a prettiness that caught his eye. He’d read all her books and felt as though he knew her, especially after talking to her. He recognized her author’s voice in her personality. He imagined she was a lot like her heroines. Feisty, sarcastic, loving.

He reached down and slowly withdrew the toy. She moaned and let her head lull to the side. He smiled slightly. She was definitely sex drunk. It would take her a few minutes, if not more, to come out of this, especially with it being her first time.

Right now, her mind was completely blank, devoid of any thoughts or emotions. Just pure satisfaction.

He cleaned off the wax and then untied her. He bent and easily lifted her limp body into his arms. Her head fell against his shoulder, and her arm hung lifeless at her side.

“Daniel,” he said, and nodded to her arm.

His brother came forward and placed her arm over her stomach. He used the tip of his middle finger to brush an errant curl from her eyes. “She’s out of it,” he murmured.

“I’m going to take care of her. Use one of the submissives if you want. Just be sure and use a condom.”

Daniel gave him an offended look. “I always use a condom.”

“Just remember the safe words.”

Daniel frowned. “Nathan, kiss my ass.”

Nathan rolled his eyes at his brother’s offense. “Daniel—”

His brother walked away, dismissively waving his hand over his shoulder. Nathan sighed, more upset with himself than Daniel. Sometimes he let his anger and mistrust with his father carry over to Daniel. He knew it wasn’t right, and wasn’t even sure why he did it. Maybe because at the time Daniel had sided with their father?

It didn’t matter. Right now, he needed to take care of Connelly.

He spotted an empty leather chair in a quiet corner and headed that way. She hadn’t moved since he’d picked her up, so he carefully studied her face as he walked through the club. Her eyes were closed, her lashes soft and dark against her skin. Her brows matched her hair, and her lips were slightly parted, just perfect for a soft kiss.