NaughtyNature (4 page)

Aria pushed against his chest, trying for a little physical
distance, feeling very overwhelmed, but like the Rock of Gibraltar Mac moved
nowhere. Mac’s dark head swept down. He captured Aria in a punishing kiss that
demanded nothing less than her total submission.

Crap, it was too much. She couldn’t fight both her fantasies
and him. Her body went weak. Her clit throbbed so she widened her legs, rubbing
against his silk-covered erection like a dog in heat.

Mac maneuvered her like a doll until her back hit the
silk-covered wall and her front pressed hard and tight against his body while
his mouth devoured her in a kiss that erased the world around her.

After years or seconds had passed Mac pulled away, his face
flushed, his eyes heavy lidded with desire. He took a few steps back, drew in a
deep breath then released it slowly before turning to look her way again.

“Do we agree on terms? Everything done here by mutual
consent?” His voice came out deeper and rougher than before. Aria liked it that
she’d affected him as much as he had her.

Cripes, her knees were still shaking and if the wall hadn’t
been supporting her back Aria knew she would have tumbled to the carpet in a
pool of gooey, needy desire.

So it took her a few moments to focus on something besides
the heat and need burning through her veins. Desire had never sucked her under
that quickly or easily. She rarely came without the aid of her favorite
vibrator and a few really good fantasies.

“Aria?”

For some reason it took more energy than normal to lift her
head at Mac’s questioning tone. “Do you agree?”

Chapter Three

Agree, she thought. What—

Then she remembered. Everything that happened in this room
needed to be aboveboard and by mutual consent. That way neither one of them
could cry foul later on. Well, they could, but it wouldn’t do a damn bit of
good.

“I agree.”

She swallowed the lump in her throat and nervously brushed
her sweat-dampened palms on the red silk of her genie costume. The matching
purple and red, jeweled-encrusted bra rubbed sensuously against her hardened
nipples. Aria wanted nothing more than to cup her breasts and caress her flesh
with the rough garment.

“Then you’ll accept your punishment like a good submissive.”

“Punishment,” the word squeaked out between her lips.

“You are my submissive. A submissive never speaks to a Dom
this way, even a new one. Also I know the Operator told you what to expect, how
to act and what I would most likely require of you. Being a submissive is more
than taking orders, it’s a conscious and subconscious decision to turn over not
just your body but your mind, your pleasure and your will. If you can’t agree
to that we go no further, do you understand?”

Blades of need shot through her bloodstream with each firm,
no-nonsense tone he spoke.
Okay
, Aria she thought,
time to put up or
shut up
.

It took every ounce of courage and strength she had, but
Aria dropped her eyes, bowed her head and clasped her hands firmly in front of
her. “Yes Sir.”

“Good,” Mac nodded his head. “You may look at me. I don’t
require my subs to avert their gaze.” Then he crossed his arms and leaned back
casually against the wall. “Strip.”

Aria’s first reaction was to protest, but she stopped the
words before they left her mouth. She’d agreed to this plus there was something
in his eyes that assured her he was just as turned-on and hard as she was wet
and needy. The way he leaned back, uncrossed his arm, his legs spread, and one
strong hand stroked his own cock through the soft fabric of his gold, silk
pants.

She licked her lips at the thought of being able to do the
same. Maybe even wrapping her lips around the wide head and sucking him deep
and hard into her mouth. Would he allow it? Maybe even demand it?

Mac’s nose flared and his green eyes narrowed. “You’d better
not be thinking of saying no or of defying me. You’re allowed to speak freely,
but not without respect.”

Aria shook her head. A black curl fell over her eye and she
brushed it away in a casual gesture. “I not going to argue or defy you, Sir.
Just give my courage a minute to catch up to my libido.”

Biting her lip with a nervous gesture, Aria slowly lifted
her arms and unlatched the front clasp of the sinfully heavy and sensually
decorated purple and red genie bra. When the top fell to the floor she couldn’t
stop her hands from remaining over her breasts, cupping them and running her
fingers and thumbs over the desire-engorged tips, letting her body move
suggestively as heady satisfaction burned through her.

Aria slowly peeled off her only other item of clothing, the
slinky, soft red harem pants that caressed and teased her. She wanted to touch
herself, to tease Mac, do everything she’d imagined but never had the courage
to do. Except she couldn’t do anything without Mac’s permission, the Operator
had been very specific with those instructions.

The passion grew higher—she could almost see the flames
spark between them. And all without a touch being exchanged.

When she finally stood naked in front of him Aria didn’t
experience the shyness she expected. Her shoulders were back, breasts thrust
forward, legs spread and her fisted hands came to rest on her hips.

“Now what, Sir?”

She asked the question, eyes partially downcast at his feet
and her womb clenched at the wicked look of retribution burning in his vivid
eyes. Maybe, finally, she’d met her match.

* * * * *

Mac knew he wasn’t going to last if he didn’t take a step
back. He couldn’t remember a time when he’d been more turned-on or tuned in to
a woman in his life. The simple act of watching Aria touch and stroke her
satin-soft skin about had him coming in his pants. But he also knew that this
delectable woman had a streak of independence that she needed to lose if she
were to be a successful submissive, at least during sex. Outside the bedroom,
that was a different story. But inside, the Dom ruled.
He
ruled.

Shaking his head in an attempt to clear the fog of lust and
ratchet down his aching cock, Mac moved over to a low table and grunted in
approval at what he found there. He pulled out several soft, thin strips of
silky material. He made sure Aria had a good view of exactly what he had and
knew what he planned to do.

He turned to face her and waited for his new sub to bolt.
Everyone had their breaking point, something that flipped a switch in their
brain suggesting that
this
fantasy was
real
. No game, no playing,
just real needs and desires to be built and fulfilled if they both followed
where their bodies led.

“Get on the bed, Aria.”

He carefully watched her body for signs of distrust or
distaste, but he saw nothing. Aria’s petite body remained loose, hands on hips
and a wicked teasing smile curving her lips. Slight tension lines marred the
smooth skin of her face, but Mac knew it was more about Aria fighting internal
battles. Afraid to follow her desires, afraid of what punishment he might
deliver if she didn’t allow him all her control. The sweet tip of her pink
tongue flashed out to moisten her lips.

Oh the things he wanted to do with that mouth, but first he
needed to start layering the bonds of trust. “Get on the bed, Aria. Don’t make
me repeat myself again.”

Looking anything but fearful, Aria walked the few short
steps to the huge bed, climbed on and waited for his next move.

“Arms and legs apart.”

She followed his instructions to the letter. Gracefully
spreading herself so that her body and her desire lay open for him to see and
smell.

Aria didn’t take her eyes off the silk bonds as he walked
slowly to her. Her eyes were wide with craving and a desperate need he
recognized.

Reaching the bed, Mac quickly used the soft ties to secure
her hands and feet to the sturdy wooden frame. He ensured enough slack remained
in the binds for Aria to move around a little, but still remain in place. Then
he leaned back to admire his work and the woman he couldn’t wait to taste.

Blue eyes the color of the morning sea stared back at him
with excitement and fear warring in her expression. All this was new to her.
She’d never allowed any other lover to restrain her, leaving her helpless to
someone else’s demands. She’d confessed that much to the Operator the night she
called. Such background information remained very important to any Dom when
training a new sub. That she allowed him the right and privilege caused
something to spark in his chest. Pride, humility and the desire to please her
as she’d never been pleasured before thrummed through his body.

Aria might have walked into Unfettered as a single woman
looking for any Dom to play with, but before the night was through Mac would
ensure she’d never go looking for another man. Not when he would be there ready
and willing to fulfill any and all of her needs.

He dived for her mouth, his lips covering hers, his tongue
desperate and demanding as it thrust in and out of her sweet lips. Her taste
exploded through his senses, making him more desperate to swallow every last
sip of her.

When their lips finally parted Mac was pleased to see Aria’s
breathing came out in rapid gasps of air. It felt good to know his touch
affected her as much as she did him. Being the only one drowning in a pool of
lust, need and desire would have seriously sucked.

Mac moved quickly to rearrange her bonds, crossing her arms
and legs in a painful-looking position.

“Turn over,” he ordered Aria. His voice was lower and
harsher than he liked.

The hesitation on her part lasted only a few seconds, but
that it occurred at all meant a small punishment must be delivered. Still he
was relieved when she turned over on her hands and knees.

His hand came down sharply on her bare ass. “Next time
you’ll do exactly what I say when I say. You don’t get to make decisions
anymore. You turned over that right to me.” He slapped her butt again.

The musky perfume of her arousal scented the air and Mac
fought back a grin. Oh yeah, his lady liked it a little bit rough, which was
just fine with him.

With deliberate care Mac slid his fingers along the swollen
lips of her cunt, spreading her honey to her sensitive clit. She jumped at the
light brush of his touch.

“Honey, you are so wet you’re dripping in my hand. You liked
that little spank, didn’t you?” He leaned closer to her, pressing soft kisses
along the back of her neck. When he reached the shell of her ear he gave the
tender flesh a quick bite.

Aria jerked back in automatic protest at the slight pain,
but her juices ran free, telling Mac all he needed to know.

He reached around to pet and stroke her mound, never
lingering in one place too long. Each time his touch brushed against her clit,
causing her to moan and fight against the ties to close her legs, to keep the
sensation firm against the source of her need.

The third time Aria fought the bindings he slapped her ass
again then again. Hard taps in quick succession that left both smooth rounded
cheeks red, flushed and glowing. “Remember, Aria, you wanted this. You came here
for it and I’m the one, the only one, able to give it to you. If you want
this…me…to stop you know exactly how to end it.”

Mac didn’t remove his fingers from her pussy. He kept his
tone low and confident, making sure Aria knew who was really in charge of their
play. At any time Aria could call a halt to their play with only one word. The
safe word they’d agreed upon before getting on the bed.

Still he knew she wanted more, knew her body ached for
things she didn’t understand, but he did. Mac wanted to give her everything,
but in order to do that she had to give up her control and let him master her.

“Is this how it ends, Aria? You getting only so close to the
fire before running away in fear? I promise you this heat won’t do anything but
make you burn brighter, hotter than anything you’ve ever felt before.”

Her muffled voice was his only reply. Keeping his fingers
firmly secured in the sweet heat of her body, Mac used his free hand to turn
her head.

“Care to repeat that?”

Furious she glared back at him. “Sir, I said I’m not ending
it, but I never agreed to pain, Sir.”

The hurt more than the anger in her voice caused him to
explain when he’d never bothered to before. “Tonight is about testing your
limits. Pushing past what you thought you wanted and letting your body tell me
where it wants to go and how. Yeah, I smacked your luscious ass and I would
have stopped if I thought you really were in pain. But the way your pussy
gushed in my hand tells me more than the words coming from your mouth. The pain
really intensifies your pleasure. I think you forgot that inflicting pain is
not demeaning or a punishment unless you do something wrong. It is a way to
increase the pumping of endorphins into the system and enhance pleasure. Just
because you enjoy it doesn’t make it wrong or dirty. It is what it is. Now lie
there like a good sub and let me show you exactly what I’m talking about.” He
leaned down and nipped the delicate shell of her ear. “After all, actions speak
louder than words.”

* * * * *

Red with embarrassment Aria turned her face away from Mac,
but not before muttering, “Fine.”

Letting out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding, Mac
rubbed the bridge of his nose with relief. Shit, this woman screwed with his
head, his cock and other things he didn’t want to dwell on.

Reluctantly he pulled himself away from the bed to grab the
soft-tail flogger, a blue anal plug, nipple clamps and tube of thick lube. Some
of the more hardcore members and Doms preferred to start out with thick,
leather-tipped tails, but not Mac. He liked the way the exquisite soft flogger
felt in his hands, the seductive noise it made as it sailed through the air
toward its intended target. Especially he enjoyed the bright red flare it left
on a woman’s pale white skin. The heat that would rise hotter and higher with
each carefully placed strike.