Dallas [Wolfe Brothers 3] (Siren Publishing Classic) (5 page)

“Sorry, chief. I didn’t mean to ruffle your feathers.” Dallas fought the urge to beat the living shit out of the younger Dom.

The dumbass didn’t get it. He winked at Cristal, his brown eyes flashing with lust. “When you get tired of him, come find me.” He walked away a hell of a lot faster than he’d come to meet her.

“Dallas, what did you do that for?”

“Excuse me?”

“Did you ever think that I could take care of myself?”

“In here?”

“Yes, in here! Maybe I want to explore or participate,” she hissed at him.

He knew he didn’t hear that because there was no way that Ry’s kid sister just said that she wanted to play in the dungeon, but hell, if she wanted to play, he didn’t have a problem. He grinned down at her. “You want to play? Come on, baby, let’s play.”

Damn, how did he get his voice to drop that low? Wait, she had to stop him. “Maybe I don’t want to play with you!”

“Too fucking bad! I’m the only man here that’s going to touch you!” He pulled her closer to him, his lips a breath away from hers.

“Why? Because I’m not woman enough?” she whispered as she tried to put some distance between them. Holy hell, she could feel the heat off his body seeping into hers. She could see the individual flecks of silver and gray in his eyes.

“Because I’d kill them if they laid a fucking finger on you.” His hand fisted the hair on the back of her head as he forced his mouth onto hers. His tongue forged into her mouth as he longed to do the same to her pussy. Just as she was starting to respond to him, he pulled away. He pulled her chained wrist up so he could release the cuff. “Strip.”

She looked around the room. People were milling about everywhere. Some were dressed, but most weren’t. Not all of them were perfectly fit, but she still couldn’t manage to make herself strip. “No,” she whispered.

“You said you wanted to explore the dungeon. I’m willing to help. The first thing you need to do is learn to follow the orders of a Dom.” His fingers toyed with the ribbed collar of her T-shirt. “Strip.”

She shook her head, not willing to give in to his demands, but she was wrong if she thought that was the end of it. With the flick of his pocket knife, he ripped the old shirt in half.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? That was Ry’s shirt!”

“No, it wasn’t. It was mine.”

“Huh?”

“You know your brother is a Rams fan, and he wouldn’t wear a Chiefs shirt.” His fingers teased the lacy cups of her black bra. “Now, are you going to take your jeans off, or do I cut them off, too?”

As she stared up at him, she knew he’d enjoy it just as much as he’d enjoyed removing her shirt. She ducked her head as she unbuttoned her jeans and slid the faded denim down her legs. She removed her sandals at the same time. If someone, anyone, laughed at her, she was going to knock Dallas on his ass because he made her do this.

Dallas took the remainder of her clothes and dropped them off with the bartender. He came back for her, placed a kiss against her ear, and whispered, “Nice.” She shivered at the contact while her hard nipples were visible through her bra. “I would have had you remove your bra, too, but I don’t want other people to see them.” His long fingers cupped her breasts.

“See what?”

“My nipples.” His fingers tightened on her tips, squeezing and pulling until she moaned. “That’s right, baby, let me hear you.” He sucked her earlobe into his mouth and gently nipped her.

“Ahh,” she moaned as she arched closer to him, but he dropped his hands from her breasts and pulled away.

“Let’s explore, CC.” He slipped her hand into his “We’ll see what flips your switch as we wander around.” She let him lead her around, explaining some of the stations as she watched the action.

Some, she found, she really didn’t care for, like the woman having needles shoved through the meaty parts of her arm or the man being pegged by his mistress. Others, like the woman in the schoolgirl outfit getting her bottom spanked with a ruler, were hot. As she watch the ruler come down harder and harder onto the other woman’s ass, her fingers slid between her own legs. She was so close, just from observing, that it wouldn’t take much to make herself come.

“No, my dear.” He brought her wet fingers up to his mouth and sucked them inside. “You don’t get to come without my permission.” He leaned down closer. “Do you want to get a spanking, CC? Do you want to feel my hand across your ass?”

She nodded.

“Answer me, pet. Do you want to feel my hand striking your ass? Do you want to feel the burn as I turn your butt red?”

“Yes, sir.” She arched her cunt against his leg. Oh yes, she wanted to feel his hands on her ass. The very idea sent shivers of excitement straight to her clit. Her pussy wept, soaking the lacy black thong she wore. She was sure that it was going to be puddling round her feet at any moment.

“Let’s go then.” She allowed him to lead her out of the dungeon and up two flights of stairs.

“This is my old apartment.” He pulled her into a darkened room. “I had it redone after I moved out, but I haven’t brought anyone here since.”

“You didn’t like it downstairs?” she asked him as she looked around the room. It was set up a lot like the dungeon down below. Dark walls, leather upholstered bondage equipment, and a strange cross up against the wall. There were even chains hanging from the ceiling. Oh damn, she may have stepped a little too far into his world.

“I didn’t want them to watch.”

“Who wanted to watch? No one was paying attention to us!”

Strong arms wrapped around her, holding her tight against him. “You didn’t see the other Doms checking you out. They wanted to see you naked and serving me. That’s for my pleasure alone.”

“Serving you?”

“Hell yes.” He brushed his wicked lips against hers. “I definitely want to see you serve me.”

“How?” Surely he didn’t think she was going to be his maid! If so, she was ready to go home now.

“Any damned way I want, sweetness.” His hands snaked around her back and released the catch on her bra. “If you want to keep that thong, you’d best pull it off quick.” At her hesitation, he ripped it off. “Never mind, girl. I took care of it.”

“If you keep this up, I won’t have any panties left, Dallas.”

“That’s okay,” he replied as he led her across the room. In a matter of seconds, he’d bound her hands then attached them to one of the chains hanging from the ceiling. “I prefer you without them.”

“My sub, what shall I do with you first?” His smile was too devilish for her sanity. Her eyes followed him around the room. “A good sub keeps her eyes down.”

“Guess I’m not a sub, huh?” Excitement was coursing through her veins. She’d never been this turned on and yet they hadn’t actually done anything yet. As her mama used to tell her, she was cruising for a bruising though—and she couldn’t wait!

“Sweetness, you’ve always been a sub. I could see it, and it made it even more important for you to stay away from me.” He twirled a black satin scarf in his fingers as he smiled at her. “I can fight my own desires to protect you, but I couldn’t fight what we both needed.” He rubbed the silk across her nipples lightly, trailed it down her arms, and brushed it lightly against her back igniting fires in spots she didn’t know was possible. “I’m going to blindfold you. Do you have a safe word that you use with your other lovers?”

“No, sir,” she replied. What other lovers? Oh yeah, she forgot BOB, but then, he didn’t require a safe word.

“You need to choose one. I’d hate for you to be too uncomfortable with something and not have a way to let me know it.” He slid the black satin material over her eyes. She couldn’t see anything at all. She strained her ears to try to hear what he was doing, but it was silent around her.

“Okay, how about, um, BOB?” she asked him as he pulled down a chain and hoist positioned on the ceiling and hooked her arms to it.

“You want to use your damned boyfriend’s name as your safe word?” He sounded aghast. She felt something swing down roughly against her ass.

“Not a boyfriend, sir!” She whimpered as she was forced to stand there. “BOB is my purple vibrator.” She thought that would have made him feel better and, in turn, aid her ass in feeling better.

“You mean to tell me”—his mouth was at her ear, and his voice was rough with anger—“I’ve been fucking jealous of a damned vibrator?”

“Yes, sir.” She leaned her head back against him as she felt his teeth against her neck.

“You’ve been a bad girl, sweetness.” He sucked her flesh into his mouth and bit her none too gently. Cristal squealed and pushed her ass against him. “I have to punish you.” He slid his belt from the waistband of his jeans. He tossed his belt across the room and unbuttoned his jeans. His cock, long, hard, and thick, sprung out of his jeans.

She could hear him swinging something, but wasn’t sure what it was. It was the only warning she got before the leather bit into her ass. “This is my favorite tool.” Another strike landed on her other cheek. “Do you like my flogger, sweetness?”

Before she could answer, it hit her flesh again. “Yes, sir!” she moaned. She spread her legs as she leaned up on her tippy-toes. She felt each of the strikes in her cunt. There was no way that this should be making her wet, but it was. She could feel her pussy weeping and begging for him.

She didn’t have to ask. The next move of the flogger struck against her pussy. She shuddered and moaned as she almost came there and then, but he stopped. “Please, sir, please…” she chanted as she hung there before him.

Something attached to her nipples. At first, she thought it was his teeth, but it kept getting tighter and tighter. “How do you like the clover clamps, Cristal? Do they make my nipples feel good?”

“Not on your nipples—they’re on mine.” She pulled at the chains. She quickly became frustrated when she couldn’t use her hands to feel what he’d done to her.

Dallas shook his head. Damn, she was stubborn. He pulled the chain that held the clamps. She shook in front of him, and her body was on the edge of climaxing, but he wasn’t ready for her to fall over that edge yet.

He released her hands from the overhead chain then helped her kneel in front of him. “Do you know what I’ve fantasized about today, sub?”

“No, sir.”

His fingers tangled in her long, honey-brown hair. “I kept remembering how I fucked your mouth last night, how good it felt as you sucked my cock, and how much I wanted to have you bound as I took you again.”

She loved the way he could talk dirty to her and make her body respond to him without a touch. She opened her mouth for him, waiting for him to push his cock into her mouth, but he stopped her.

“I want you to lick it for me, sweetness. I want to feel your tongue sliding all over my cock.” He fingered her blindfold. “But since you can’t see, I’ll guide you.” He brought her head closer with one large hand. “Stick your tongue out.” She did as she was told and moaned as she felt the hot length of his cock against her tongue. He tasted so good.

He held his cock still for her as she ran her tongue up one side and down the other. He couldn’t take much more of this torment. “Open.”

Had she been able to glare at him, she would have. The “orders” were getting on her nerves when her pussy was unfilled. Hoping to hurry him along, she opened her mouth, and he pushed his way in as he spoke to her. “That’s right, Cristal. Suck my dick for me, sweetness.” He groaned as she took him deeper than he expected. “Fuck, that’s good.” His hand at the back of her head kept her from speeding up. “Can BOB give you this?”

He didn’t give her a chance to respond, but she couldn’t talk around his cock either. If her hands had been free, she would have squeezed his testicles until his eyes bugged out. Instead, she gently grasped his aching member with her teeth and held him in place with the threat of biting down.

He brought tears to her eyes as he fisted his hand in her hair, but she refused to give up her prize. Within seconds, the blindfold was gone, and his silver eyes were flashing with anger. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing to me, sub?”

“Oh, did that hurt? BOB doesn’t mind when I use my teeth.” She gave him the most innocent expression that she could muster, but apparently he didn’t buy her act.

“I’ve been errant in my ways because you’re trying to top me from the bottom, but I’ll be damned if any sub is going to do that.” He walked to a cabinet, but came back with some kind of black belt, a long bubble-headed toy of some sort, and a small butt plug.

“Sir? What is that?”

“This is a forced orgasm belt.”

“Hot damn! You’re going to force me to have an orgasm?”

He smiled as he watched her almost jumping in place from her kneeling position. “We’ll see. How much experience do you have with anal play?”

“Anal? Uh, none!” Hell, she hadn’t even considered putting BOB there. However, the idea did have some appeal. “Why?”

“Did you really think I was going to put this up
my
ass?” He held the toy up for her to see. “I wanted to make sure that I had one that wouldn’t be too small for you. If you’d had a lot of anal play, you might have wanted something bigger.” He drizzled lube down the shaft of the plug then set it aside while she watched. “Let’s get you rigged up first.”