Re/Paired (Doms of the FBI Book 2) (11 page)

She nodded. “I am, but I do prefer the added protection. You can never be too careful.”

Keith grinned at her warning. Malcolm had knocked up his girlfriend while using protection. Kat had a life plan, he knew, that didn’t include an unplanned pregnancy. No matter. Since he planned to never reproduce, he’d elected to have a vasectomy years ago, a fact he’d never shared with anyone.

He kissed her hard, and she responded in kind. The effects of her orgasm and the deerskin whip had vanished. That was the problem with such a light implement. When she was ready, he’d introduce her to something with a lasting bite.

She licked and bit the inside of his lower lip. The sharp pain quickly faded to pleasure, and he moaned involuntarily. The little minx would soon figure out he was as much a masochist as he was a sadist. He usually hid that detail because he didn’t trust his subs enough. Most were manipulative and would use that fact to try to top him. Nothing killed his hard-on faster than a sub topping from the bottom.

To distract her, he circled her clit with his thumb and slid his finger into her hot sheath. She moaned and tried to cant her hips to take more. She was tight, and the position into which he’d bound her meant she would be extra snug.

He broke the kiss and let her catch her breath as much as she could with his finger pumping into her. She moaned when he added another. Passion lightened her eyes to cinnamon, a color he had never seen before on her. Ordinarily her irises were like dark chocolate. They lit when she was happy and darkened to nearly black when she was upset.

“What a tight, hot cunt you have for me, slave.”

A shudder rocked her shoulders, and she flexed around his fingers. It seemed graphic talk turned her on.

He extracted his fingers and moved to tease the tight ring of muscle around her back entrance. “Have you ever been fucked here?” Without waiting for her response, he eased one finger inside. They hadn’t discussed this topic, so he technically should have asked first.

She stopped breathing, and her eyes rolled back. “Yes. I can take more. Please, Master. Please give me more.”

Shocked at the huskiness of her unexpected request, he added two more fingers when he should have only added one. He wasn’t sure if he’d stumbled upon something she was just discovering or if she had answered in the affirmative. He rocked in and out, fucking her ass with his fingers. “Like that, slave? Do you want your Master to fuck your ass?”

“Yes. Oh God, yes!” She bowed and writhed, finding the strength to move despite her position. “Harder. You don’t have to be gentle. I like it rough.”

He withdrew his fingers and wiped them on a moist towelette he’d stowed in his bag of tricks. His cock wanted to be in her ass, pounding its way to oblivion. It would get there eventually, but he wanted her pussy first.

“You’re very cruel, Master.”

She sounded pleased, so he took her observation as a compliment. He knelt between her legs and grinned as he rolled a condom over his cock. “Just wait.”

She watched him anxiously, her muscles taut with need. He loved the wanton way she responded to him. Shifting on his knees to get the right angle, he positioned his cockhead at her opening. This first time, he’d take her slowly, let her become accustomed to the way he felt.

He eased into her velvet warmth. She trembled with the effort it took to hold still. While she couldn’t move much, she could wiggle and buck if she really wanted. He’d restricted her movements instead of outright restraining her.

Another inch, and she sucked in a breath, but she didn’t close her eyes.

“That’s it, Kitty Kat. Keep your eyes on me. Hide nothing.”

Her hot walls fluttered around his cock, and she whimpered as he buried himself deep. “Master.” She gasped his title, a plea and an exclamation.

To answer, he withdrew and thrust again. The spreader bar and the way he’d positioned her arms meant he couldn’t lean forward to hold himself over her while he fucked her. No, this position dictated a leisurely pace, if only because he had to sit up.

It afforded him the opportunity to see how playing with her nipples and clit affected her responses. He reached up and tweaked one nipple. The redness from their earlier play had faded, but they were still a bit swollen. She tossed her head and arched her back, offering more.

He alternated breasts, pinching lightly with each thrust. She whimpered and writhed beneath him. He felt her frustration building, and he reveled in it. He abandoned her breasts, lifted her hips a little higher, and ruined the rhythm. This wasn’t supposed to get either of them anywhere. He wanted to see how far he could push her before she misbehaved.

Her eyebrows drew together, and her lips pressed in a thin line. Her breathing normalized. At last she snapped, “I never knew you were such a pussy tease.”

Just to madden her further, he slowed his pace. “It’s my absolute favorite thing, Kitty Kat.”

She closed her eyes, so he slapped her exposed clit. Her lids flew open, but she didn’t yelp or gasp. She regarded him with wonder and expectation. This development interested him. She’d been exceptionally nervous about being flogged, but she didn’t seem to have the same reservations about pain play on her breasts or pussy.

He slapped her three more times, and her pussy squeezed around his cock. It hurt just enough for him to quicken his pace. If she kept tightening on him, he wasn’t going to remain in control for much longer. She thrashed her head from side to side.

Pressing his fingers hard against her clit, he rubbed. If she liked the stinging sensation, she should find this annoying. His goal was to distract her from the urge to climax, but it backfired. Her pussy convulsed wildly, and she cried out. He slowed his movements to draw out her moment of enjoyment. It helped stave off his need to orgasm as well.

“Thank you, Master.” Passion blurred her eyes and slurred her words.

“It’s time you learned to ask before your take what belongs to me. No more orgasms without permission. Understood?”

Her gaze focused, and a pleased smile lifted the corners of her mouth. “Yes, Master. I understand.”

He withdrew and flipped her over. This forced her to kneel with her ass straight up in the air, her arms still wrapped around her legs, and her weight resting on her right shoulder and the side of her face. She was helpless now, and he planned to show her what that meant.

Gripping her hips hard to hold her in place, he plunged into her, not stopping until his balls hit her exposed pussy. Then he fucked her with quick, rough thrusts. He kept the rhythm even when he reached underneath to twist her nipples. Immediately, she emitted a low moan. Within seconds, another followed. Each time he touched her breasts, she lost control a little more. Her pussy fluttered, a preorgasmic sign he was coming to know well.

“Don’t come, slave. You don’t have permission.” With that warning, he gave her nipple a particularly vicious pinch. She buried her face in the bedcover and screamed, doing exactly what he’d told her not to do.

He gritted his teeth against the need to follow her over that cliff and fucked her faster. Impossibly, her body bowed, and the convulsions came harder. She gasped and sobbed, losing herself in the sensations he knew overwhelmed her mind and body. Her reaction combined with the delicious heat inside him. He wanted more, so much more, but he couldn’t withstand the demands of her pussy. Muttering a low oath, he gave in and came.

The edges of his vision turned white. He forced his consciousness back from the brink. He couldn’t leave her bound like this much longer. With clumsy, lethargic hands, he released the strips holding her cuffs in place. It was easier than removing them from the spreader bar.

Then he attended to the mechanics of the situation, laying her down on the bed with her head on a pillow and the sheet covering her cooling body. He disposed of the condom in her bathroom and brought back a damp cloth to clean away her juices and the still-slick trail of semen on her stomach. Checking her skin wasn’t a priority. He hadn’t done anything lasting. She might still be a bit sensitized, but no trace of the flogging remained.

When he finished, he found himself at a loss. He wasn’t the kind of Dom who cuddled with his subs. That was part of the reason his subs left. He had no tenderness or affection to give. He liked them, and he appreciated their submission, but he didn’t particularly want to be close to them. If she were anyone else, he could have parked himself in the chair across the room and waited for her to recover.

Kat deserved more. They all did, but Kat was the first woman for whom he considered changing his routine. Normally he would wait a few more minutes and continue the scene.

However, he didn’t want Kat to learn to expect less from a Dom. If he was honest, he knew he was training her for someone who would cherish the gift of her submission, someone who knew how to love a woman. Therefore he could rationalize and justify his next action. He slid into bed next to her and took her in his arms, holding her stiffly. She nestled her head against his shoulder and rested her hand on his chest.

He remained in place for the longest time. Ticking noises announced when her air conditioner kicked on and off. Gradually he felt his body relax as it acclimated to this foreign stimulation. Her hand moved over his bare chest, tracing small patterns on his skin in an intimate caress he’d never before allowed. Something deep inside cracked, and he panicked, but he covered it well.

Closing his hand over hers, he halted her exploration. “You didn’t fall asleep. Good. We’re not finished with the scene.”

She smiled. He felt the small movement against his shoulder a second before she pressed a kiss there. “You’re an insatiable Master.”

More than she could possibly know. There was a void inside him he’d tried to fill his entire life, but nothing had yet done the trick. Exercising his dominance brought him the closest to fulfillment, but even that only provided temporary relief.

Bringing up the arm he used to hold her against his side, he palmed her breast. She shifted, brushing her leg over his and arching to give him more access. Everything in him protested the sensuality of her action. It tapped his vast reserves of self-loathing and bitterness. He didn’t deserve someone like Kat. He hated himself for taking so much from her, but he couldn’t be someone he wasn’t. He had warned her. Like the others, she had ignored it.

Like the others, she would learn the hard way.

Twisting his hand in the hair at the base of her head, he urged her to tilt her face toward his. Then he captured her lips with a punishing kiss. Who he was punishing was open for debate.

“Remember when I told you that I enjoy causing pain?”

Katrina nodded. Some of Keith’s actions puzzled her. He seemed to vacillate between tender and rough, almost as if he couldn’t decide which course to take. At times she caught glimpses of the man she knew, the friend who would do anything for her. Then a stranger would take his place. His expression would harden, and his eyes would grow cold and remote.

She knew he wrestled demons of several varieties, but she had no idea how much he normally kept under wraps. She wasn’t surprised when he took care of her after the first part of the scene ended, but she had been a little shocked when he pulled her into his arms voluntarily. In the past, he’d rarely initiated physical contact—that was her forte.

She had no trouble remembering his reasons for turning her down a week ago. He was afraid she’d see his dark side and she’d run screaming. Some of it might be difficult or painful to face, but she wasn’t going anywhere.

“I remember. Are you going to spank me now?” She deserved it. In the back of her mind, she felt guilty for coming without permission right after he’d warned her against it. Though he had said he didn’t dole out physical punishments, she could see where what she would consider retribution, he might consider discipline or teaching. Keith’s entire life operated according to his own rules.

“No.” He pushed her hair back from her face and traced a caress along her temple. “I will take a moment to remind you that using your safeword is the only way to stop me. Protesting, begging, pleading—none of these will have any effect on my actions. I’m going to tie you up and fuck your ass. Since you’re so experienced that way, I won’t go easy on you.”

She sincerely doubted his plans were as simple as bondage and sex. He’d said he wanted to hurt her, which meant he had something else up in that torture bag, and he meant it to be a surprise. Part of her wanted to protest, to safeword and plead tiredness. The braver part of her, the part determined to show him that she could be the woman he needed, kicked the sissy out of her head.

The analytical piece of her personality threw out her next question. This often helped her at work, so she didn’t keep a tight rein on that impulse. “Do you like to hear protesting and begging and pleading?” She felt she could do those things and be quite sincere. It would be an outlet for her fears.

His hand stilled on her arm. “I don’t like acting, especially bad acting. If it’s an honest reaction, then I like it. If not, I’d prefer not to hear it. I did bring a gag.”

She heard that warning loud and clear. He wanted to drive her to desperation. He didn’t want her to arrive there through artificial channels. “No acting. Good to know.”

The world tilted suddenly as he rolled her onto her back and pinned her to the mattress with the length of his body. Because his move had been so unexpected, she wrapped her arms around his neck. He pried them loose and pressed them down beside her head. She felt protected and powerless, completely engulfed by his presence. Even the air she breathed was heavy with his masculine scent. It all combined to make her wet and ready.