Hard to Serve: A Hard Ink Novella (10 page)

“Please, let me go,” she said, her big brown eyes pleading as she struggled against the ropes.

Kyler pulled off his T-shirt and tossed it aside, ignoring the burn under the gauze from his new tattoo. “I don’t think that’s in the cards for you.” He moved behind her, enjoying her begging for one more moment.

“Please. I have money. I could pay you a reward,” she said, her voice desperate.

That she was embracing this scene drove arousal and satisfaction through him in equal measure. “Your money’s not what I want,” he growled. He gagged her with the leather strap and secured it behind her head. “Make all the noise you want. No one can hear you.”

He came around and leaned on the bed in front of her, his gaze drinking her in. The strapless bra and panties she wore were a shimmery gold set, beautiful against her skin. He’d replace them.

“Don’t think you’ll be needing these,” he said. As she moaned and tried to get away, he placed the scissors at the piece of satin between her breasts and cut off her bra.

Mia cried out around the gag and tried to pull away from him, but the ropes held her steady. He smacked one breast, then the other, repeating it until the generous mounds were pink and Mia was moaning.

He dragged his fingers over her nipples, squeezing and pinching, and then down to the crotch of her panties. They were already wet. Fuck. “What a slut you are. I knew you wanted this.”

She moaned and thrashed. Kyler removed her panties with slow cuts at each hipbone. He dipped his hand between her legs. Just fucking drenched. He had to bite back a groan. Because she was totally going there on this with him, and it was turning her on as much as him. He sank a finger deep. “Ever had a felon inside you before?” he asked, looking up at her.

Garbled words that sounded like, “Please, no.”

Kyler chuckled. “Bet you wanted one, though. Huh? Someone to give you a real down-and-dirty fuck. Not the polite, boring fucks I bet you get. That’s why you’re here, right?” He added a second and finger-fucked her, the heel of his palm hitting and grinding on her clit.

Mia moaned and tried to tilt her hips into his touch. “Please,” she said.

“I like when you beg me.” He pumped into her harder. “Do it again.”

The whine she released went straight to his cock. Because it sounded like she was as tightly wound as he was. After a few more pumps, he moved behind her and unlatched the heavy chain necklace she wore. He’d been jealous of this fucking piece of jewelry since he first saw her because it looked too damn much like a public collar. And if she was going to have something around her neck, it was going to be something he put there. Damnit. He pulled the black animal collar from his pocket and held it up in front of her. “This is more your style now.”

She shook her head as he secured it, and when she kept thrashing, he grabbed her by the throat. Squeezed. Lifted.

He got right in her face. “You better do as I fucking say. You want to make me happy, right?”

Pleading, lust-filled eyes peered up at him. “Yes, yes, yes,” she said around the gag.

“Yeah, I thought so.” He released his grip and she gasped in air. “And you can do that by coming. Again and again. To show me how hot you are to be here.” He grabbed the Hitachi wand, knelt next to her leg, and placed its vibrating head in his palm. Leaning over the narrow cot so he was in front of her, he held it right up to her clit, his fingers between her legs. He sank his middle and fourth fingers into her pussy so he could stimulate her G-spot, too.

Mia screamed and threw her head back.

“That close already, huh?” Moving his fingers inside her, he ground the vibrations harder against her clit.

“Oh, God,” she moaned.

He worked his fingers harder. “Show me you like this, slut.”

“No, no, no,” she cried.

“Do it. Do it,
now
.”

Mia came magnificently. Her whole body went taut and she screamed around the strap, her orgasm wetting his fingers and spilling onto his palm. And then she did it again. And again. Until he thought she might pass out and he might come just from the exquisite fucking beauty of her pleasure.

He removed the wand and tossed it aside on the bed. Putting his face in her line of sight, he licked at his wet fingers. Salty and sweet. “I’m gonna enjoy you.” Kyler wiped a streak of wetness over her lips.

Quickly, he untied the ropes from the bed. Manhandling Mia, he turned her around, still on her knees. She struggled against him, her hands striking at his chest, making Kyler smile.

“I like it when you fight me, but you aren’t going to win. Hands on the headboard,” he growled. When her movements weren’t fast enough, he slapped her luscious ass. “Now.”

She gripped the iron, and he tied her hands in place. Next, he positioned a spreader bar between her knees, forcing her legs wide.

“Please, please just let me go,” she cried, her words garbled.

“Oh, little Mia, you’re mine now. I’m never letting you go,” Kyler said, the words coming from the character he was playing. But then he paused mid-movement, because the sentiment reached inside his chest and poked at things he never messed with—his solitude, his loneliness, his jealousies of what others had that he never would. In a quick flash, his memory conjured the happiness on the faces of Nick and Becca, Beckett and Kat, Marz and Emilie.

Fuck.

Fuck
.

Why did this woman get to him this way?

Standing beside the bed behind her, Kyler’s gaze ran over Mia’s bound form. Her curvy body appealed to everything male inside him. Her need for darker, edgier sexual activities matched his so well. Her laughter lit him up inside. And the fact that she’d asked if he was okay and kissed his knuckles revealed that she could read him, too.

If he was the kind of man who did relationships, she was the kind of woman he’d want.

But what he had was this moment.
All
he had was this moment.

Get out of your fucking head, Vance.

Kyler grabbed the flogger from the cabinet and ran its soft leather straps over his hand. He’d seen Mia’s face as she watched the flogging scene. She’d liked it.

He got on the bed behind her, and Mia gasped as the cot jostled.

With four quick turns of his wrist, he brought the flogger down over her back. She moaned and sagged against the headboard. Kyler worked her ass over next. He ducked his hand between her legs and penetrated with a finger. Her wet pussy sucked at him. Three quick flicks against one ass cheek. Her core sucked harder. “Mmm. Someone likes a little pain with fucking, doesn’t she?”

“Nonono,” she moaned, thrashing as much as she could. Which wasn’t much.

“Liar. Don’t lie to me, slut. Your body sure doesn’t,” Kyler said, finger-fucking her hard and fast for a moment. She arched her back for more. He gave it to her until her whole backside was pink and warm and she was moaning nonstop, her endorphins probably flying.

Kyler couldn’t hold back any longer. Smearing her wetness over her ass cheek, he dropped the flogger and undid his jeans. Shoved them to his knees. Quickly rolled on a condom.

And then he was right up against her, his chest to her back, her front to the cold, unforgiving iron.

Kyler took his cock in hand and guided it to her pussy. And then he shoved deep in one mind-blowing stroke. “
Fuuck
,” he groaned.

Mia’s moan matched his in intensity and need.

“Knew you needed this,” he said.
Needed me
, his mind offered. Which proved just how fucked he was over this woman, didn’t it? He shouldn’t want her to need him. “Say it,” he growled. “Tell me.”

“Needed it, needed it, yes,” she said, her words a fast, mumbled rush. She ground her ass backward into him, shoving him deeper.

He withdrew slowly and penetrated again in a series of hard, punctuated thrusts. “Don’t. Fucking. Forget it.” He pulled her hips back, forcing her to bend at the waist. And then Kyler rode her like a man possessed. Fast. Hard. Merciless. He might’ve worried about the pace and intensity except her pussy was already fisting his cock, tighter, tighter.

Testing what she’d said the other night, he grabbed the back of the collar around her throat and twisted it, increasing the pressure a little at first. Then a lot more.

Mia shrieked. And then she came and came, her juices wetting them both.

Kyler groaned at the fucking perfection of it. And knew that his need was too urgent to drag this out the way he really wanted.

Hunching his body over hers, giving her his weight, he gripped both hands around her throat like he was strangling her from behind. Using the leverage of his hold there, he pounded into her, and
goddamn hell
, she came again, her body bowing so hard that she lifted him with the arch of her spine.

It was the nail in the coffin of his restraint.

“Too good, Mia. Christ, it’s too good.” He came on a shout, his hips grinding into her, his cock jerking hard inside her, his body riding a high unlike anything he’d felt in a long, long time. Maybe ever.

When he finally calmed, he pressed kisses all down Mia’s shoulder.

“Hang on a sec, Mia, and I’ll get you untied.” He removed the strap from her mouth and stroked a hand over her soft hair, not as neat as it had been earlier. Kyler disposed of the condom and did up his jeans. Removed the spreader bar. Unbound her hands. Massaged where the ropes had made impressions in her skin.

She sagged, her muscles lax.

“Look at me,” he said. She did, though her gaze was a little unfocused. “Tell me how you are.” He recalled how much she’d dropped the last time, and he hadn’t dealt out nearly the amount of pain play then that he had tonight.

“I’m good, Sir,” she said, her voice soft.

Kyler covered her with a blanket, tucking it around her shoulders. “Just rest there a minute.” He made quick work of cleaning up the room. When everything was put away, he returned to her. “Come here, little one,” he said. She shifted toward him, her movements slow, and Kyler lifted her into his arms.

Mia tucked herself against his bare chest on a long, satisfied sigh. And it fucking owned him. It really did.

A door on the room’s rear wall opened into a small private lounge with an overstuffed couch, table, and a shelf full of supplies. A tray with drinks and snacks sat on the table, the same as he’d ordered the other night after his first scene with Mia. Quinton. Kyler would’ve put money on it. He couldn’t decide whether to be chagrined or annoyed at the other Dom’s knowing what they’d need, but Mia was all that mattered just then.

He sat with Mia in his lap, all her soft curves comforting him,
easing
him. An hour with her and every bit of the day’s agitation was gone. Comfort and ease. How fucking rare for him these past months. Ever since the horror of seeing Miguel’s gunned-down body discarded on the street like so much trash, Kyler had been living a nightmare that just wouldn’t end. Now, because of Mia, comfort and ease. She’d given him so much that he could’ve fallen asleep with her. Right there on that couch.

“Drink,” he said, handing her a water.

She did, slow sips turning into gulps. When she was done, she heaved a deep breath.

“How are you doing?” he asked, his fingers stroking her cheek. He examined her neck for marks, but her skin was clear.

“Good. I feel…good. A little drunk. Kinda like I’m not quite in my skin,” she said, some of the words almost slurred. She peered up at him with soft, fuzzy, sated eyes.

Damn, Mia could really get deep into subspace. Would another Dom know that about her? Know that her ability to detach meant he had to take extra care to monitor her pain and reactions? Know she needed extra attention, especially after an intense scene? A rock settled into his gut.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“Me. Yes. Why do you ask?”

“Your shoulder is bandaged,” she said, her brow furrowing.

Her concern touched him. “Don’t worry. It’s just a new tattoo.”

“Oh.” Her gaze dropped to the front of his right shoulder, and he answered her question before she asked.

“The scars are from surgery. A few months ago.” He didn’t see the need to add that he’d been shot, which would only open up a whole other complicated conversation. And right now what he needed was a break from work, not to discuss it. “Are you uncomfortable with anything that happened, Mia?” he asked, hoping he hadn’t pushed her beyond where she wanted to go.

She shook her head. “It was…good. Hot. I’ve always wanted to do something like that.” She smiled, then pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, Master.”

The word reached into his chest…reached into his chest and grabbed ahold. Master. He should correct her because he wasn’t her Master. He wasn’t. But
fuck
. Part of him wanted to be. Bad.

How had that happened so quickly? How had that happened
at all
?

Because he’d never let it happen before.

Sonofabitch.

Mia yawned, then chuckled. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. Rest on me, Mia. I’ve got you,” Kyler said, cradling her head against his shoulder. She fell asleep almost immediately. And as unconsciousness called to Kyler, too, his last thought was,
Yeah, but how long can I really let myself keep her?

Chapter 8

With so few days until her temporary membership expired, Mia hadn’t been able stay away from Blasphemy. She’d work all day and find herself at the club as many nights as her schedule and other commitments allowed.

The third time she’d come, she’d met Master Kyler manning the reception area. He’d found her after his shift was done, and they’d played. He’d hogtied her on a bed. Lying on her stomach, he secured her arms and legs to a spreader bar behind her, forcing her whole body to arch back. And then he’d made it worse by tying a leather strap around her neck and securing that to the bar, too. If she relaxed to take the pressure off her back, the strap choked her tighter. Which was the point. He’d made her come a half dozen times with a vibrator, and she’d been so deliciously delirious that they hadn’t had sex. But she hadn’t minded that so much when he’d told her when he’d be at the club again.