Hard to Serve: A Hard Ink Novella (5 page)

“You like to be choked?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Choked to the point of not being able to breathe?”

“Yes, Sir.”

His grip tightened. “Gagged?”

“Yes. Sir,” she added, as if she’d momentarily forgotten protocol.

Jesus Christ, his cock was like fucking steel. “Asphyxiated to the point of passing out?” he asked, his gut twisting.

“I’ve never done that. The idea of it…”

He nailed her with a stare, allowing her the time to gather the words the little furrow in her brow said she was looking for.

“It both excites me and scares me, but I’m not sure which more.”

“Thank you for the honesty. I won’t go that far, Mia. I won’t put plastic over your head and I won’t duct tape your mouth. I also won’t use any bondage position that hangs you primarily by the throat or neck. If any of those are things you need, I won’t be able to give them to you,” he said, hoping like hell she didn’t need them. Occasionally, he had a moment of discomfort—maybe even cognitive dissonance—about the fact that he was both a cop
and
a Dom who got off on bondage and submission and spanking and even role-playing scenarios that flirted with non-consent. Because he’d seen the trauma real abuse caused. But what he did was safe, sane, and consensual, and he drew the line where any of those three might be compromised, which in his opinion included the edgier breath play.

A fast shake of her head. “No. I don’t want any of that. I just want—” Her eyes went wide.

“What, little one?” Satisfaction at her answer mixed with curiosity about what she’d not said. He needed to know.

Her throat worked under his hand in a hard swallow. “You.”

The word hit him like a blowtorch, licking molten heat over his skin and his cock. “Then tell me now. Do you have any further questions?”

“Are…are you in any kind of relationship with another submissive?” she managed.

The questions she’d asked had been smart, informed, and got at the core of a D/s relationship, even a temporary one built around only a single scene. What she’d asked said a lot about who she was—and what he knew of her so far, he liked. A fucking lot. “No. And I’m not looking for one either.” He arched a brow.

She gave a nod, her expression unchanging. Perfect.

“Anything else?” he asked, keeping that brow arched. Damnit all to hell, but the arousal in her eyes and the heat roaring off her body were stunning. “Anything you don’t want to have happen that I should know about?”

“No,” she whispered.

He squeezed her throat.

“No, Sir,” she rushed out.

His body vibrated with need for this little submissive. “Then rise, strip, and let me inspect you. Now.”

* * * *

Mia was nearly dizzy with lust, and Master Kyler had barely touched her. But, Jesus, he gave some seriously good mental foreplay. Because his words and the look in his eyes had done as much as his hand on her throat to make her body and her pussy absolutely ache with need.

And damn my luck that he’s not looking for a relationship.

But in this moment, that didn’t matter. All that mattered was Master Kyler. And pleasing him. And learning all the ways he might please her.

Moving as quickly and as gracefully as she could, Mia sat up and unzipped her ankle boots. Sat them aside. And then she rose to stand in front of Sir, wanting her stripping to be pleasurable for him, too. Turning to him reminded her that they were at the end of a long hallway where anyone might walk by. Watching and being watched felt dirty and naughty and a little scary to her, and it had always ramped up her arousal. Heart racing, pulse thumping, Mia lifted the white lace over her head and placed it on the table. She smoothed her hands over her full breasts before reaching behind her to unclasp the sheer bra. And then she gave him her back as she let the skirt slide down her legs, baring her ass to him, before letting her black satin thong join the latex on the floor. Spreading her legs, she bent at the waist to retrieve the clothing.

“Freeze. Hold that position,” Master Kyler said from behind her. “You have a fucking gorgeous ass, Mia.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Her speech was shaky as she grasped her ankles, the clothing all in one hand. The grit in his voice revealed the truth in his words, and satisfaction that she pleased him spread warmth through her even as her nerves made it hard to stand still. It had been months since her last lover, and no one had ever affected her as deeply as Master Kyler, who’d made her wet before he’d hardly touched her.

Big hands smoothed up her thighs and grasped her ass. And then he spanked her. One cheek then the other. She gasped at the impacts, the sting immediately heating her skin—and her core. He rubbed where he’d smacked, and then he spanked her again, his big hand landing in different places and sending jolts of pain and pleasure through her. More rubbing, and then he grasped her cheeks again, his thumbs sweeping between, just brushing over her anus, before squeezing and pulling her cheeks apart. He lifted and squeezed, the motion tugging at her pussy, too. A shiver raced over her skin at the rush of sensations.

“So wet already,” he said, his voice low and full of approval. Just the sound of it made her wetter. He palmed her lower back, his thumb falling between her cheeks, the pad of it laying against her rear entrance. The touch made her gasp, but he didn’t push further. “Has anyone ever had your ass, Mia?”

“No, Sir.” Because she’d never gotten close enough with anyone to want to give them that part of herself, too. But now, knowing he was examining the most intimate parts of her, she found herself debating, wishing, wanting. No doubt Master Kyler would make her hot enough to make it good.

“Is it a hard limit for you?” he asked, his other hand reaching between her legs to caress the front of her body—her nipples, the valley between her breasts, her belly.

“Maybe not with the right person, Sir,” she managed, desire flooding through her. Just talking to this man was insanely erotic. How did he do that? As his hand explored her, his corded forearm rubbed against her mound, just teasing her clit and lips, making her desperate for actual friction.

Master Kyler hummed, and then his forearm was dragging firmly against her clit as his arm retreated until his fingers were right there and stroking her in maddening circles, once, twice, three times.

Mia let out a deep moan and her legs shook.

The touch disappeared, and she moaned again, desperately now, ready to beg for more, for anything, for everything.

Behind her, Master Kyle chuckled. The sexy bastard. “Rise for my inspection.”

She rose and turned around to find him standing, arms crossed, biceps thick under the taut material of his shirt, his expression stern as he examined her. Legs spread, she laced her hands behind her head and waited for his next command. It had been a while since she’d last stood before a Dom like this and accepted his unflinching observation. She’d almost forgotten the rush of it, the overwhelming mix of anticipation and nerves and arousal. Without her heels on, he had a good five inches on her. She tried to keep her eyes forward, even though what she wanted to do was drink him in the way he was doing to her. As a man, he was seriously hot. That he was also a Dom almost blew her mind.

“Mmm, fucking beautiful,” Master Kyler said, his gaze raking over her. Slowly, he walked around her, one full circle, before stopping in front of her again. “Tits out, Mia.” She corrected her posture, thrusting her chest out. “There it is. Very good.” Pleasure flooded through her.

He stepped so close that if she took a deep breath, her breasts would probably push into him. And, God, she wanted that contact so damn bad.

Looming over her, his gaze bore into hers. He leaned down, bringing their mouths close together. Close enough that she felt his exhale. She wanted to beg him to kiss her. The words were right on the tip of her tongue. But she feared if she did, he would punish her for speaking out of turn. So she waited. The seconds dragged on and on until Mia was panting from his proximity alone, from the anticipation of what he’d do, from fighting her own urges and needs.

“What a good girl you are,” he whispered. She hadn’t even fully vocalized the moan that spilled out of her before his mouth was on hers. Hard. Claiming. Deliciously overwhelming. His hand grabbed her by the throat as his tongue penetrated her mouth, tasting her and moving in and out of her.

She wanted to embrace him, cling to him, climb him, but she held the inspection position even though she was shaking with the effort of her restraint.

“Fuck,” he gritted out as he pulled back. Gaze still glued hard to hers, one hand still gripping her throat, he reached between her legs and rubbed there. “Your bareness here pleases me.”

“Thank you, Sir,” she said, so glad she’d taken the time to shave…everything.

His hand disappeared for a moment, and then there was a buzzing noise. That was all she’d registered before strong vibrations clamped down on her clit. She cried out.

“I want to see what your face looks like when you come, little Mia,” Master Kyler said, his hand tightening around her neck. He shifted his grip, and his fingers applied a hard pressure against the side of her throat. She gasped for air, and her effort to breathe made a light rasping noise that felt like it was hardwired to her clit. Arousal closed in on her in a tight spiral of need. The combination of the vibrator and the choking and that strange pressure and the raw masculinity shaping his handsome face immediately shoved Mia toward the edge.

“When you’re ready, you don’t have to ask. Just come,” he said, the vibrator on her clit pressing more firmly, circling. She couldn’t help but tilt her hips to get more friction. Her breathing rasped louder.

“Keep your eyes open,” he said, and then he kissed her. It was strange, kissing someone while looking into their eyes. Strange, but also hugely intimate.

But it didn’t take her long to realize that his kiss had an ulterior motive. Because now, between his chokehold and the kiss, she was getting very little air. Her lungs burned. A kernel of panic lit in her belly. A strange light-headedness settled over the edges of her brain.

It was utter fucking perfection.

A guttural moan ripped out of her despite the fact that Master Kyler was still kissing her. He pulled back, allowing more air to surge into her lungs as her body detonated in the most amazing orgasm she’d had…maybe ever. It went on and on, Master Kyler not letting up on her throat or her clit.

A shudder ripped through her body and her knees suddenly went soft. In a flash, his hand released her throat and his arm wrapped around her lower back. “I’ve got you,” he said.

“Thank you, Sir,” she said, leaning into him, absolutely stunned by how amazing that’d been. “Thank you.”

He tugged her tighter against him and guided her head to his shoulder. His height allowed him to tuck her in just beneath his chin, which felt so nice.

“That’s it. Lean on me. Just take a moment.” His hand stroked over her shoulder, her arm, the side of her breast. After a few minutes, he asked, “Steadier?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Unbutton my shirt, Mia.”

“Ooh, okay,” she said, unthinkingly. “I mean—”

He chuckled. “We’ll consider that slip caused by post-orgasmic haze.”

She grinned up at him, her fingers making quick work of the buttons. “Absolutely, Master Kyler.”

“Now take the shirt off.”

Mia slid the dress shirt down his arms, and it was a whole freaking lot like opening a Christmas present. Because Master Kyler had tattoos all down his shoulders and upper arms. He also had a series of nasty-looking scars all over his right shoulder, red enough that they appeared at least somewhat recent. Instead of detracting from his appeal, they made him seem rougher, maybe even dirtier. His muscles were sculpted without being overbuilt, defined without bulging. Brown hair lightly covered the hard pads of his pecs and the ridges of his abdomen. She wanted to lick him. Everywhere.

He let her look her fill, satisfaction making his expression smug, almost arrogant, and then he finally said, “Undo my pants and take out my cock.”

A crazy, tingly feeling whipped through Mia’s chest. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered, opening his fly and taking his long, hard length in hand.
God
, he was a delicious handful. She gripped him. Stroked.

He caught her wrist. “Greedy girl. On your knees. Hands behind your back.”

Licking her lips as she got into position, Mia was already dying to feel him in her mouth. Had she ever wanted a man this bad? Had she ever been this ravenous for a taste? Had there ever been anyone like Master Kyler in her life before?

Shoving his jeans down to mid-thigh, Master Kyler peered down at her, his expression fierce and raw and even a little harsh. “Suck my cock, Mia.”

On a moan, she leaned forward and swallowed his long cock. When she’d taken most of him, his hand landed in her hair, fisting her ponytail and controlling her movements. His dick was heavy and demanding against her tongue, against the back of her throat, and she loved his taste, the way the size of him was almost too much, the way it wasn’t nearly enough.

“Eyes on me.” His expression was hunger personified. The thrill of it made her moan. He set a pace fucking her face, going deep, but nothing she couldn’t handle. She sucked as hard as she could, loving the dominance in the way he handled her, in the way he
took
his pleasure from her. “More,” he said, voice rough. His free hand grasped her jaw.

Mia tilted her head back, further opening her throat, and stuck her tongue out around his cock, taking more. His head closed off her throat on each deep thrust, and the aggressiveness of it awakened need between her legs again. Truly amazing given how shattering her orgasm had been.

His grip in her hair and under her jaw tightened. “More, Mia. If you can’t take all of me here, you can’t have me anywhere else.”

A strangled moan ripped out of her as she impaled the back of her throat on his cock, using her legs to press her upper body forward so that she could force more of him into her mouth. Satisfaction rolled through her when her lips clamped around the base of his cock and her nose pressed hard against his lower stomach.