Dare Me: A Dark Billionaire Romance (8 page)

“Yes, Sir,” she agreed.

“Do you want to make another guess at it?” Jasmine tugged at her wrists, torn between the instinct to get free and the desire for more.

“N-no, Sir, I don’t,” she answered. Dominic chuckled lowly and one by one, the pressure and cold pain in her nipples vanished. Jasmine moaned as the blood flowed back into her nipples, sending tingles through her breasts, relief and a lingering ache making her sway.

“Next item,” Dominic said briskly. Jasmine bit her bottom lip, steeling herself, even though she couldn’t see anything, couldn’t imagine what tricks Dominic had in his possession—only that it was likely to be every bit as painful as the first thing, and maybe more so. There was a soft rustle of fabric, something thick and heavy, and Jasmine winced, her hands tightening into fists as she instinctively arched away from the sound. “I told you not to try and anticipate,” Dominic told her, clucking his tongue against his teeth. Jasmine steadied herself, clenching her teeth but not wavering.

Instead of the blow she somehow expected, she felt the softest, lightest brush against the skin of her abdomen, a caress of some rough fabric. She frowned. The fabric tickled and scratched at the same time, rubbing against her lightly, drifting down from the peak of her breast along the curve of her waist, down to the soaking wet folds of her pussy. “What do you think this is?” Dominic asked.

“That’s not fair!” Jasmine blurted out. “How can I identify it if you’re not—not punishing me with it?” Dominic chuckled, and in the next instant Jasmine felt his fingers close around her right nipple, twisting it savagely. She cried out, the already sensitive point flaring with pain that sent a jolt through her body.

“I never said I would be fair,” Dominic told her, his firm voice almost mocking. Jasmine groaned in frustration. “What do you think it is?” She racked her mind, trying to remember any detail that might give her the answer. The only thing she could identify about the item was that it was made of leather.

“Something—something leather, that’s all I know, Sir,” Jasmine admitted, her voice cracking with uncertainty and fear. She could sense Dominic smiling, even if she couldn’t see him.

“You’re correct that it’s leather,” he said. “But since you can’t tell me what it is, I will have to use it on you—so you can learn.” Jasmine nodded, resigning herself to the punishment that awaited her.

She heard another rustle of the heavy leather—and realized that it had to be multiple strips of the material. The moment after her realization, Jasmine felt a flash of red-hot pain along her ribcage, tongues of tingling heat wrapping around to her back. She yelped, instinctively moving to dodge the blow too late; Dominic’s hand closed on her shoulder, already aching from the unusual position, and he held her in place, firmly rooted to the spot. Jasmine cried out as a new explosion of tingling heat landed against her left breast, just above her nipple, and then another one in rapid succession against her right breast, one stripe coiling around the nipple itself, sending a white-hot jolt through her. The fiery tongues danced over the front of her body, landing against her hip, between her thighs, barely missing her soaking wet pussy, and in spite of the pain from the biting leather, Jasmine felt herself becoming more and more turned on by the moment, her entire body tingling with sensation, every nerve awake.

“This, my lovely little one, is a flogger,” Dominic said, punctuating his explanation with another blow just below her breasts. “It paints such nice red stripes against the skin—I really wish you could see it.” Jasmine shivered as she felt the rough leather strips brushing against her, sending a crackle of cold to overlay the heat of a previous blow, almost too much to bear. “Another time I might use it against you again—so you’ll want to remember the term for it. Say it for me.”

“It’s a flogger, Sir,” Jasmine said, surprised at the clarity of her words. The tickling, scratchy feeling deserted her, replaced by Dominic’s caressing hands.

“Very good.” Jasmine moaned as she felt his lips brush along the column of her throat, moving from just above her collarbones to her mouth. Dominic kissed her briefly, cupping one of her breasts, sending a new wave of sensation through her body that made her gasp. “Next item. You’re one for two, that’s not bad.”

Jasmine took advantage of the momentary break to lick her lips, her throat dry from the panting and cries. She realized that the blindfold was wet against her skin—that she could feel tears beginning to trickle from her eyes, soaking into the fabric. And yet—and yet—she still didn’t want to use the safe word. She wanted to see what the third object would be.

Jasmine started as she felt something cold brush against the curve of her ass, and wondered—not for the first time—where in the room she was. The object brushing against her was hard—as Jasmine turned her puzzled mind towards it, frowning in thought, struggling to gain even the slightest information her sensitive skin could pick up, she thought that it felt something like the handle of her hair brush at home. But this was a punishment item—it couldn’t be something like a vibrator, one of the wands that Dominic had used in their first encounter. “What do you think it is?” Jasmine bit her bottom lip; it was obvious that Dominic was determined to make the identification as difficult as possible.

“A paddle, Sir?” she asked, trying to remember if she had seen the handle on the one he had used before.

“Very close,” Dominic told her. “So close, in fact, that I will give you another attempt.” Once more it brushed against her skin, and Jasmine could discern ridges in whatever material coated the object. She shivered, keening with frustration.

“I don’t know, Sir! If—if it’s not a paddle—I don’t know.” She felt the warmth of Dominic’s hand against her jaw, his fingers lightly caressing her cheek.

“You tried very hard for this,” he murmured lowly, his breath hot against her ear. “But you know the rules, Jasmine.” She nodded, her head falling forward as she gave herself up to the punishment that she knew Dominic would inflict.

Jasmine heard movement from behind her, but the pop of the object’s impact against her skin was lost in the gasp that ripped through her throat as a sharp, rectangular flare of tingling heat jolted the curve of her right buttock. She felt a few softer taps against her skin, heard the slap of leather, and then another bright, glittering pop of fire landed against her left ass cheek, followed by another just at the apex of her right buttock. Dominic landed blows in rapid succession, leaving Jasmine panting and gasping for breath, whimpering and moaning as her body struggled against the bindings. Instinct told her to try and flee the fiery assault, but she couldn’t get her wrists free, and then Dominic once more held her firmly in place and she writhed to no avail.

“This is a riding crop,” Dominic told her, delivering one final blow to her inner thigh that made Jasmine yelp. “It’s not my favorite item to use, but it can be effective, don’t you think?” Jasmine nodded mutely, unable to form words, her body tingling all over. She wasn’t even aware of the pulling ache in her shoulders, the throbbing in her feet from standing in her high heels for so long; every part of her mind was focused on the lingering heat along her front and against her ass. She felt Dominic’s arms coil around her from behind, felt the hardness of his muscled body pressed against her back, and leant into him, even as the movement brought fresh waves of pain.

After a moment of stillness, she felt Dominic’s arms uncoil, felt him step back from her. “I think you’ve nearly reached your limit. Is that right, Jasmine?” She nodded.

“Yes, Sir.” She felt the brush of his lips against her shoulder, the heat of his breath along the back of her neck.

“One more, then. A chance to end this in a tie.” Jasmine could barely hold herself up; she was so exhausted and yet so turned on that her knees felt as though they’d been transformed into jelly, her legs boneless underneath her. She heard movement behind her and whimpered, anticipating yet another impossible-to-guess sensation.

Instead, she heard a faint whistling sound, shrieking as a sharp crease of fire lit up the backs of her thighs, horizontal, just underneath the curve of her ass. Pain exploded through her, and Jasmine would have fallen to her knees had her wrists not been bound over her head. She sagged, groaning and struggling to get free. “Jasmine, stop.” At the command, she forced herself to be still. “I think you can give me an answer for what that is, can’t you?” Jasmine panted as she struggled to think in words.

“Cane. Cane. It’s a cane, Sir.” The words tumbled out, jumbling together as she steeled herself for another blow that never came. Instead, she felt Dominic’s lips against her skin once more, felt his arms wrap around her waist from behind.

“Good, very good,” he murmured against her ear. “I think that’s enough punishment for tonight, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” Jasmine said, her voice a half-moan of relief. “Thank you, Sir.” Dominic chuckled.

“If you want to thank me,” he told her, his voice losing none of his firmness in a whisper, “you’ll have to use more than words. You know that, right?” Jasmine nodded, even though she didn’t quite understand what he was saying. She felt tugging at her wrists, and then her arms carefully, slowly came down from their position over her head, pins and needles racing through her nerves, competing with the lingering effects of her punishment.

Dominic’s hands rested on her shoulders, and then Jasmine felt herself falling to her knees, struggling to catch herself—dismay filling her as she realized that her blindness made the distance between her face and the floor difficult to judge. She felt Dominic steady her until she could hold herself up, and then the blindfold came away in one swift movement. The light was almost too bright, and she winced, closing her eyes until they could adjust.

She watched Dominic unzip his fly, tugging his pants down over his lean, narrow hips and letting them fall to the floor. Her eyes widened as his cock sprung free, fully hard, immediately, realizing in the back of her mind that Dominic had been wearing nothing underneath his jeans at all. “Show me how grateful you are,” Dominic told her. He brought the tip of his cock close to her lips, looking down at her with his bright eyes full of lust, one eyebrow raised. Immediately, Jasmine knew what he wanted. She leaned forward, opening her mouth, and took the tip of his cock between her lips, sucking and licking him languidly. She closed her eyes, summoning her focus—wanting to give him as much pleasure as he had given her pain, wanting to bring him to orgasm as quickly as possible. She swirled her tongue around the tip even as she took more and more of him into her mouth, worshipping the hot, velvety flesh between her lips, bringing her bound wrists up so that she could wrap her fingers around the base of his cock with one hand and cup his soft, tight balls with the other.

Dominic groaned as Jasmine pleasured him, his hips beginning to move, and she opened her eyes to look up at him. His hand rested at the curve of her neck, not pushing or pulling, his fingers rubbing lightly through her hair as he responded to her lips and tongue. His eyes were almost black with desire, and Jasmine smiled to herself, sucking harder, slithering her wet tongue around him, along the sensitive underside of his erection.

After only a few moments, she felt his cock beginning to twitch—but before she could make good on her desire to make him come, Dominic pushed her gently away, his hand on her shoulder the only thing preventing her from falling backward. Jasmine frowned, looking up at him in mute appeal and query. “Not tonight,” Dominic told her, smiling slightly. “Another time, maybe, I’ll finish in your mouth and watch you swallow every last drop. But not tonight.”

He lifted her up quickly, and Jasmine gasped as he managed to untie the ropes, unbinding her wrists in three sharp movements before tossing the rope aside. He picked her up, one arm resting against the sharp, fiery pain along the crease of her ass, and before Jasmine could do more than marvel at his strength, she found herself falling. She landed on the soft bed with a yelp as the impact sent a jolt through her, every welt flaring with renewed pain. “I want you to come in the next five minutes, Jasmine. Do you think you can do that for me?” Dominic raised an eyebrow. Jasmine nodded, even though she wasn’t sure how either of them would be able to determine how long it took, and Dominic covered her body with his own.

Jasmine moaned out as she felt Dominic’s hot, hard cock rubbing against her, sliding between her soaking wet folds. The next instant, he thrust into her all at once, filling her up in a fast, hard movement that seemed to rip the breath right out of her lungs. Dominic began rocking his hips right away, pushing deeper and deeper inside of her, and Jasmine let all control go, her body moving in reaction to his thrusts, her hips falling into his rhythm. Dominic’s hands danced all over her body as her pounded against her, shifting and twisting his hips. Jasmine moaned out over and over again, writhing underneath him, touching him everywhere her hands could reach. Dominic kissed her hungrily, swallowing down her moans and cries, and Jasmine struggled between the desire to savor the delicious feeling of his cock inside of her and the need to come before he could somehow rescind his permission.