For His Pleasure, Book 1 (The Submission of Miss Masters, Domination, BDSM) (9 page)

The bouncer—or whatever he was—glared at them, oblivious of who Red was, or simply not caring.

“What’s so interesting about it?” she asked, as they continued walking in the other direction.

“You need to experience it yourself to answer that question.”

“So it’s an S&M club,” she said.

He laughed. “That’s a quaint term.”

“Sorry, I’m not up on my fetish terminology.”

“I like to think of it as a school of discipline,” he said. “And for those who have difficulty learning, Club Dominion can sometimes be very helpful in providing extra motivation.”

“I think it looks creepy. That man out front? Ugh.”

“He’s really nice once you get to know him. Unless you’re one of his subs, that is.”

“Whatever.” She shook her head and walked faster.

Soon they’d arrived at the street where his apartment was located. The hookers were out in force again, but the little Hispanic man who Red had punched out was nowhere to be found.

They went inside his apartment.

Red turned to her. “So, you had your fun. Now it’s my turn.”

She crossed her arms. “What if I refuse?”

His eyes darkened. “I let you drop the formality while we were at dinner, but you can’t continue this way.”

She felt annoyed. She didn’t want to play his stupid game right now. “I don’t understand, actually. What’s the big deal?”

“The big deal is, we had an agreement.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t say I’d be going along with every little command you give me.

I’m my own person, you know. Why does it have to be this elaborate production? Can’t you just kiss me?”

He shook his head and turned away from her. “Damn you,” he muttered.

For the first time, she was afraid she’d pushed him too far. “I’m just asking—“

He spun around and his face was a mask of anger. “Enough. Ask again, push me again, and you will never feel so alone. You think a few days of me ignoring you was painful?”

Her mouth got very dry then. He’d hit a sore spot. She’d somehow convinced herself that she was special to him now, that he was falling in love with her. But here he was, essentially telling her that he’d drop her like a bad habit if she asked one more question. And the worst part was, she believed him.

“Sorry, sir,” she said. “Sorry for my insolence.”

He was still angry and his chest was moving up and down quickly as his nostrils flared. But there was still that intense hunger in his eyes.

“Don’t you want to make love to me?” she asked him, finally. “Sir.”

His lips tightened. “I told you not to ask questions.”

“But I called you sir, sir.”

“I don’t want any more questions from you tonight. I satisfied my part of the bargain, now you will do the same.”

“Yes, sir.” As she said it, the tears came. She didn’t want to cry, but she couldn’t help it. The shame of it all. The wanting him, the needing his touch, and his coldness.

She was just a plaything to him.

“Why are you crying?” he asked her.

She shook her head and turned away. Her shoulders trembled. Soon she was sobbing outright and she hated herself for it. Hated herself for her weakness in front of him. He would likely put her out on the street now and she’d have to find her way home.

And then the real freeze out would begin.

But instead of pushing her out the door, Red touched her shoulder. “Come.” His voice was gentle.

“Sir, I’m so sorry, sir.” She shook her head. “I’m fine, sir.”

“Come with me, Nicole.” He grabbed her hand in his and led her to the bedroom.

“I’ll get on my knees for you,” she told him, happy that he was giving her a second chance.

“No. To the bed.”

He took her in his arms and laid her on her back, and then he gracefully lay down next to her, still holding her in his arms. His dark eyes were staring into her own.

“Please, don’t look at me when I’m like this,” she said, tears still streaming down her face.

“Why? You’re beautiful.”

“I feel hideous.”

“No. No you’re not.” His eyes studied her as if she was a painting. “I don’t ever want to make you cry,” he said.

“I’m fine, really, sir.”

“You don’t have to call me sir right now.”

“But I want to, sir,” she pouted.

Suddenly Red leaned in and his lips met hers. He was so soft, so gentle that waves of pure happiness rippled through her body. His lips were soft and warm, and his breath smelled of mint and wine.

He stroked her cheek with one hand as he ever so lightly kissed her lips. “Nicole, my beautiful, sweet, innocent Nicole.” He kissed her again. Looked deeply into her eyes.

His body was against her and she could feel the strength of him and the heat of him. She wanted him to undress her, she wanted to take his clothes off and feel every part of him touching her.

But Red took everything slowly. His gentle kisses on her mouth until she could barely resist crying out for more.

And then his tongue, finally, entering her mouth. She pushed against him urgently, thrusting her hips into his as she took his tongue in her mouth greedily. She wanted him to know that he could have her right now.

Of course he knew it already. She was as transparent to him as a piece of glass, and he was in no rush. In fact, the more aggressively she tried to egg him on, the slower he went.

It was a new kind of torture, exquisite in its own way, and just as painful. Her soft mound of flesh between her legs vibrated with pleasure and excitement, wet as wet could be. She spread her legs, hoping he would see the invitation and take it.

But Red was focused on her face, on her mouth. Kissing her lips, then her eyelids, her cheeks. When he kissed her neck, she moaned.

As soon as she moaned, he stopped. He began tracing a pattern of some sort near her neckline. Her nipples stiffened, poking through her sleeveless shirt.

“Do you want me?” he asked.

“So much, sir,” she whispered. Their eyes met and a shock of recognition pulsed through her.

He’s my soul mate. I’m meant to be with him.

“What are you willing to do to have me?” he asked her.

“Anything, sir. Anything you ask, sir.”

“I’m a complicated person,” he told her. “You understand that.”

“Yes, sir.”

He shook his head. “No, no sirs just now. This isn’t a game.” He stroked her hair lightly. “I need you to know that if we get serious with one another…I could cause you a great deal of pain.”

She smiled. “Isn’t that what you enjoy doing?”

He didn’t return her smile and she saw he was genuinely upset. “Not that kind of pain,” he replied.

“How can you know what you’ll do to me before you’ve done it?”

He smiled ruefully. “Because of my past. And the best way to judge the future is based on past behavior. I’m trying to warn you, Nicole.”

“I don’t care about your past,” she told him, and now she reached up to stroke his hair. He flinched away.

“Don’t.”

“What did I do?”

“Don’t touch me like that.” He shook his head. “I need to be in control of you at all times,” he said. “I need to make all the decisions in the bedroom.”

“But why?”

“I’m not interested in explaining further.”

She sighed, exasperated with him. “You confuse me. One second you act like you want to open up and talk to me, the next you shut down entirely.”

He grinned. “You’re getting it.” His hand reached up and stroked her cheek.

“You’re quite perceptive.”

“I don’t get anything. But I know that I want to try.”

“Even though it’s going to be a disaster?”

“We’ll get through it together,” she told him.

He looked stunned. “Together.”

“Yes, together.”

“God, you are truly the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispered, and then he was kissing her again. More forcefully this time.

Her got on top of her, all of his considerable weight pressing down on her, but she didn’t care. She wanted to tear his clothes off, but knew he wouldn’t allow it.

She could feel his erection through his pants. It was huge. It pressed against her and she did her best to slide her pussy up and down on it without being too obvious. She didn’t want to risk turning him off. But then again, she was going insane with desire.

Red seemed to be overcome with desire himself. He grasped the top of her shirt and suddenly pulled, ripping it, then pulled again, tearing it off of her. He looked at her breasts. “Your nipples,” he said. “They need sucking.” And then his mouth was on her nipples, softly sucking. Licking. Licking faster. She was so tender, so ready for him.

She moaned as his sucking became fierce. Soon he was biting her nipples, but just hard enough to make the pleasure that much more intense.

“Red,” she moaned. “Oh, Red.”

His hands caressed her stomach and chest. Played with her nipples, torturing her with the pleasure of it. He was a master musician and she was his instrument. Her body was his. “I’m yours,” she told him.

He sucked her nipples again, and now they were stiff and tender and wet. Just like her clitoris, which buzzed with a fury.

Red moved off of her, looking down at her heaving breasts. She was in a frenzy.

She writhed beneath him, dying for his hands and mouth to be on her once more.

Slowly, he unbuckled his belt. She watched him with a stunned look on her face.

She hadn’t expected this. “Now you unzip me,” he rasped.

Slowly she reached out and began to unzip him. When she was done, his pants hung open in a flap. She could see black silk boxers underneath. “What now?” she asked.

“Pull me out and stroke me.”

God yes. Finally.

She reached into his boxers gingerly. Her fingers nudged against his hard penis and he gave a little low moan of his own. Emboldened, she encircled the root of him with all of her fingers and tugged his cock out of the hole in his boxers.

“It’s huge,” she said. And it was. She had only seen two erect penises up close, and they didn’t compare to this one. She didn’t know if those penises had been so small, or this one was so big.

Whatever the case, Red’s must have been twice the size of the others. Her hand barely fit around it, and when she stroked up the shaft, it was a long motion up and down.

His cock was smooth and the head bulbous, arrogant like him, she decided.

She stroked it almost curiously, as his breathing became ragged. “Yes, like that,”

he told her. “Just like that.”

She watched his penis as her hand moved slowly up and down. When she got to the head, she began doing quicker, smaller motions, focusing on that part alone, which seemed to turn him on. “Does that feel nice?” she asked him.

“Yes. Now suck it.”

“You want me to—“

“Put your mouth on it. And start slowly.” He lay back and allowed her to climb on top of him.

She didn’t know if she could even fit much of him in her mouth, but she would try her best. His cock was a little slick now from his excitement. When she put her lips on it for the first time, Red cried out.

She worked the head slowly into her mouth. Her pussy was drenched.

Red’s hands stroked her hair as she took him deeper into her mouth. His penis was so smooth and it fit her mouth somehow. She liked having it in her mouth, she decided. It was right. More confident now, she started to go down on him with increasing speed. Her tongue swept up and down his shaft and head.

Danielle had once told her a blowjob tip during some silly drunken conversation they’d had one night at the apartment. “Just pretend his cock is a Tootsie Pop and you’re trying to get to the chewy center.”

So Nicole took the advice to heart and did what Danielle had suggested. And it seemed to be working, too.

Just as her mouth and tongue were working fervently and she could sense Red’s urgency increasing along with her head bobbing up and down, he stopped her. “No. Not yet,” he said huskily.

“I want you to cum in my mouth,” she said.

“I told you, I make the decisions in bed.”

“Sorry.”

“Lie on your stomach.”

She did as he told her. He began kissing her back, from her neck all the way down to the curve of her buttocks. All she had on was the skirt. Now he was lifting the skirt up. His hands began to gently massage her ass, and then he slapped it playfully.

She moaned. The vibrations were making her want to cum. His slaps grew harder. “You’ve been so bad tonight,” he said. “You still need a spanking, I think.”

“I do,” she moaned. She wanted the spanking.

His slaps became rhythmic, first on one side of her butt to the other. Each slap sent shivers of pleasure through her pussy. Her nipples brushed against the soft, silken sheets of the bed.

And then his face was buried in her underside, his tongue expertly licking her wetness. “You taste sweet and perfect,” he said, as she cried out.

He was massaging her clit with his hand as he ate her out from behind, sending shockwaves through her writhing body. Juices poured from her, which seemed to make him suck all the more greedily.

Finally he stood up.

“I’m going to take you now,” he said.

“Yes. Take me, Red.”

Her pussy was sopping wet. She wondered how it would be when his huge cock entered her. But she needn’t have feared. Despite the size, he was very slow and cautious. He stroked the head of it against her lips for quite awhile, taking her to dizzying heights of ecstasy.

She begged him to go inside but he would not.

Finally she could take it no more. She stifled an orgasm. And then he slid into her from behind. Red filled her up with his pulsing manhood, at first just pushing the head in and taking it out.

“You’ve got the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt, Nicole,” he said. “So sweet, so good.”

“I want your cock pressed all the way in me,” he said. “I want to take all of it.”

He responded my taking his dick out of her entirely. She turned and looked back over her shoulder. “Why?”

“You know why.”

She flopped her head back on the bed. Wanting to scream in anger. Why did he have to be so damned finicky and picky? He had to control every last detail.