Make Me (13 page)

The sound of the lock going into the hasp only serves to heighten my apprehension.

I can feel his breath on my neck as he pins me to the wall with one arm twisted behind my back. It is just enough to let me know that he means business.

He rains kisses up and down my bare neck and begins to alternate them with sharp bites that bring my body to attention for him. What is it about this man that makes me respond to him the way that I do? Just his voice sends me into a state of heightened awareness. I can feel his hard cock pressing against me and a part of me is pleased that I have an effect on him too.

“I don’t know why I’m in trouble,” I squeak out, trying to redeem myself.

“Liar!” he growls. The growl resounds in my ear, immediately makes its way to my core, and bursts into intense heat within my lower abdomen. The effect that this man has on my body is unprecedented.

“You guys bombard me; I’m overwhelmed.”

A sinister laugh escapes his lips, “You just fucked up putting me in the same class as that douche bag. You must like getting your ass whipped. I’ll use a cane tonight since your sneaky, little ass drank that Patron to try to dodge the pain you know is coming.”

How the fuck did he know what I was doing?

“David, please, I don’t know what you want.”

“You know exactly what I want and I can assure you, I’m going to get it.”

He turns me around and when he sees tears streaming down my face, a look of gratification flashes across his countenance.

“I don’t want the cane,” I sniffle.

“I don’t want my sub taking flowers from another Dom.”

“Please, I don’t want the cane.”

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.”

He never takes his eyes off of me as his hand slides around my waist and pulls the zipper on the back of my dress down.

“Do you trust me?” he asks me through hooded eyes.

I shake my head up and down to signify ‘yes.’

My dress falls at my feet and his hands gently peel off the pasties that covered my nipples.

He flattens out his tongue, running it over a nipple, and then locks his lips over it, sucking until I moan. I never see his hands retrieve the nipple clamps that he attaches to my now hardened nipples.

He tugs at the chain, just to see me wince.

“Do you trust me?”

Once again, I nod my head up and down.

He leads me to a bench that I know is for whipping, and straps me down. I begin to clack my heels up and down in protest as I beg him not to use a cane.

He leans down at eye level and pulls my lip down with his thumb. Tears stream down my face and he hasn’t even touched me yet.

“Discipline isn’t about what you want—it is about me getting the desired behavior that I require of my sub.” He leans in and hoarsely whispers, “Your tears make my cock hard.” He squeezes my cheeks and forces my mouth open. In one swift move, he pulls my panties from his pocket and shoves them into my mouth.

Everything in me wants to kick and scream as I watch him retrieve the cane. He stands in front of me and though all I can see is his pants and shoes, I can hear the sadistic ring in his voice, “You stay away from him. After tonight, I can assure you that you will never receive flowers and go on dates with him, or any other man. You belong to me, Linda.”

I hear the hissing of the cane as it makes its way through the air and nothing could have prepared me for the lightning pain that radiates through my core. It literally takes my breath away. There is no rest between strikes as one after another immediately crashes down, every lash on a different spot. Each strike is placed in a separate area as if my punisher is creating a work of art for his pleasure alone. I feel like I will die, the pain is so intense.

Somewhere between the first strike and the last, I give into the pain and enjoy the euphoria that my endorphin laced system is now experiencing.

I feel the hard head of his cock at my entrance and groan as he slides into me with one smooth move. He feels so damn good. His hands gently spread me open, careful not to touch the red swollen areas on my ass.

“Oh baby girl, you look so good from back here. Spit those panties out, baby, and talk to me.”

I spit the panties out that he had placed in my mouth and jump as I begin feeling a vibration on my clit.

His voice rings out like music, telling me to come for him as he fucks me with long, firm strokes. I can’t ever remember a time that I have felt anything near what this man makes me feel.

I know I will do the things that he insists I do. I know I will stay away from any other Dom. How can I ever be satisfied with another man after being with a man who knows me inside and out in such a short amount of time like he does?

He is turning my body into a concoction of pleasure and pain that I never realized could coexist. He has layered agony and ecstasy in such a way that will ensure my return back into his arms. He is creating an addiction and a need in me that only he can meet. He is making me… his!

My hands clench in fists that go numb as wave after wave of orgasm courses through me until it feels as if I’m having them one on top of the other. I slump over the bench in a weakened state of nothingness. Only David and I exist right now.

David

My hands gently grip the hips of the woman I have become so enamored with over the last six weeks. I slide into her soaked opening and groan. She is so wet.

She is in the utopia of sub-space for the first time in her life and I am the Dom responsible for putting her there. The chain on the nipple clamps swings in time with my thrusts as I pick up my pace and grind down into her. I reach over and flip a switch, enabling the bench vibrations to start working on her already swollen clit. “Come for me, baby. Oh, that’s a good girl.”

Her body shakes as if immediately obeying me. She is so responsive to all the things that I do to her.

The cries coming out of her now un-gagged mouth only spur me on as, over and over, by my will, she comes. I groan as I unload everything that I feel for this woman into her. I know I love her—and I know I will spend the rest of my days making sure that she is protected and taken care of.

I take a moment to regain my senses and remove the condom I am wearing. I gently free her fragile body from the bench that held her captive.

I pick her up and take her to the bed, holding her against my chest as I soothe her. I stroke her hair, whispering in her ear that she belongs to me now.

Linda

I can hear his whispers in my drugged state.

He is telling me that he has known from the moment he stepped into my office that he had to have me. He is telling me that he will never let me go.

He whispers how he relishes in the fact that he is taking me on a journey I have never been on before. He is telling me I’m his now. He is telling me that he loves me—and I know he means every word he is saying.

I can’t ever remember a time that I have felt this kind of connection with anyone. I know that this man, and the lifestyle, will be in my heart for the rest of my life. I know I’m not the same as I was before I did this show. I may have gone into it with blinders on, but I’m coming out with my eyes wide open. I love this man and I love what he is doing to me.

Linda

I look up at my office door to view David standing there, intently studying me. I squirm in my seat trying to find a comfortable position that doesn’t make my ass cry out in protest.

David cocks his head and I watch a sardonic brow lift. “You won’t forget that session for quite some time, will you?”

He places his hands palm down on my desk and glares at me, awaiting an answer.

“No,” I mumble.

He takes the flowers that are still on my desk and dumps them in the trash can that sits off to the side.

I sure as hell am not going to argue with him about it.

His hands are still palm down and he leans in, asking, “What are you doing at work today?” He doesn’t give me time to answer. “Get your laptop and anything you need. We’re going home; I have plans for you. I want to lick that sweet little pussy of yours until you beg me to come. Then, I want to fold your legs back so I can watch your eyes roll back in your head on that first thrust, when I go balls deep into that sweet, little slit of yours.”

I bite my bottom lip, once again, squirming in my seat but this time, due to the moisture gathering at the v between my thighs.

“Oh, I do love how that body of yours responds to me. Now, do what I said.”

He stands, watching as I gather everything I will need to work at his house.

His hand palms my lower back, pushing me into the elevator. He stalks me when the door shuts, pinning me to the back wall, and placing his hands on either side of my head.

He intently eyes me as he speaks, “One of these days, I’m going to fuck you in an elevator. It seems to be quite the rage in all of the popular BDSM books.”

I chuckle—it is true; every popular BDSM book seems to have an elevator scene.

I dig into my purse, retrieving my keys, and ignoring his glare and the intrusion that he always manages on my personal space. He takes the keys from my hand and ushers me to my SUV, putting me in on the passenger side. I turn to see his driver pulling out behind us and following in the black Escalade. I can’t help but wonder if he doesn’t serve as more than a driver.

I eye David’s chiseled profile and thin straight lips. He is so intense. Even the energy he radiates is raw power.

“I have enemies; he goes where I go,” David states, as if reading my mind.

He continues speaking, “It’s one of the reasons I am so strict with you.”

I quickly look away. I don’t want to think about discipline right now. I squirm in my seat and he looks over at me and chuckles. “I told you that you wouldn’t forget my discipline of you soon, didn’t I?”

I look away muttering, “Yes.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said, yes!”

“Watch it, little girl.”

I sulk, looking out the window. The rest of the ride is spent in silence.