Slapping Leather (6 page)

Liz bit her lip, pleasure heating her body. Did
he mean to remove the vest completely out here in the lounge? Many Doms liked
to expose their subs to others, like displaying a prized possession. She knew
it gave them a sexual charge to know others admired what only they could
possess.

Alex lifted his hand to cup her chin, tilting her
face toward him.

“Look at me, Elizabeth. You’re wondering if I’m
going to order you to sit here half naked, right?”

“Yes, Sir.” She looked directly into his eyes,
but they told her nothing, only that he was in control and he wanted her to
know it.

“Would it bother you?”

Would it? She’d been with other Doms who enjoyed
displaying their subs so others could envy them. Only it had been so long…

“I asked you a question,” he prompted.

“No, Sir. I am here to please you.”

A hot smile curved his lips. “You’re right. And
it would please me for others to see what a beautiful sub I have.”

He pulled the zipper down the rest of the way and
eased the vest down her arms. She shivered slightly, sitting there naked from
the waist up, but not from cold. He was going to tease her, draw this out
before they went to a private room. Before she could eventually find releases
for the intense orgasm already building inside her.

“You have gorgeous nipples.” He rolled one
between thumb and forefinger then squeezed it hard enough to cause a small bite
of pain.

A couple passing by stopped, examining her with
frank curiosity.

“May I?” the man asked, reaching out a hand.

Alex smiled but shook his head. “Just for
looking. That’s all.”

“A real pleasure to take a look,” the man
drawled.

Alex nodded, but he slid his arm around her
waist, pulling her against him.
You’re mine.
It was as plain as if he’d
shouted it.

The couple stood in front of them for a long
moment, the man’s eyes hard and hungry, the woman with her hand linked through
his arm. Then they moved on.

Alex signaled the waitress and ordered tonic and
lime for both of them. Liz sat quietly sipping at her drink, shoulders back the
way she knew Alex expected, while he murmured in her ear and caressed her
breasts. Every few minutes, he slid his hand beneath her skirt, testing her
wetness.

“You’ve been perfect, sitting here so others can
admire my wonderful sub. I’m very proud of you.”

A thrill danced through her, her cunt throbbing,
her nipples hardening even more. It had been a long time since she’d heard
those words.

No. Forget at all. This is
here and now. This is Alex, hot and hungry.

“Are you eager to be fucked tonight?” He pinched
the tip of her clit. “I have some special things in store for you.” He nipped
her ear lobe. “I can hardly wait.”

Alex watched Liz carefully as he alternately
played with her nipples and stroked her pussy. Her body was humming like a
tuning fork, no doubt about it. But he could see all the conflicting emotions
at war in her eyes. She wanted to be here—wanted to be with him. He was sure of
that or she wouldn’t have come back again. But there was still a nugget of
resistance bouncing around inside her.

Had her last relationship turned bad?
Unfortunately, many Doms not only carried punishment to extremes but verbally
degraded their subs. Alex always felt they should have a role reversal for one
night and see things from the other end of the stick. So to speak.

He wouldn’t mind wielding that stick himself.
When a sub gave trust to a Dom, it was a very special thing. Abusing that trust
was the worst kind of betrayal.

So maybe that was part of her reserve. The other
part was connecting with someone she had met who was part of her everyday
existence. He’d been shocked the other night, too, at finding her here. Liz
Gillibrand had an enviable reputation as a woman with a firm hand on a horse, a
student and most definitely her employees. But so often that kind of woman made
the best sub. In the bedroom, with a man they could trust, they could give up
that control.

When he’d met her at the Lucky L, the air of
sensuality that surrounded her even as she stood there sweaty and dirty made
his cock swell painfully in his jeans. But then, to meet her here at Rawhide…

Hell, since their session the other night, he
hadn’t been able to think of anything except her. On his bed. Hands and feet
restrained. Her body wide open to everything he wanted to do to her.

He realized the moment he laid eyes on her
tonight that she was conflicted. With any other woman, he would have been
friendly and polite and walked away. But he wanted Elizabeth Gillibrand more
than he’d ever wanted another female. And not just for a session now and then
at Rawhide. Something deep and elemental clicked between them. He knew in his
bones she felt it, too.

But he would have to inch his way into it. Go
very slow. That was okay with him. The prize was worth it.

Exposing her body like this had been a risk, but
it was working. The tension of anxiety in her body was slowly being replaced by
that of sexual arousal.

“You have a gorgeous body,” he said, stroking the
length of her spine. “I want people to envy me.”

She kept her eyes lowered, but a tiny smile
played at the corners of her mouth. “Are you always so arrogant, Sir?”

“My male Texas pride.” He chuckled. “And I’ll
overlook that little sign of disrespect because it shows me you’re getting
comfortable with me again. But this is the last time. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.” The voice was soft, but the ghost of
a smile still lingered on her face.

Impertinent sub. He swallowed his laughter.
Tonight he’d make her beg. He’d gotten a sense of her limits the other night.
Now he was ready to push them a little. And make her like it.

“I think we’re ready to leave the crowd now.” He
rose and held out his hand to her.

She took it, standing gracefully. Picking up her
vest, he led her out of the main room, down the corridor to the room he’d
reserved earlier.

Chapter
Five

Alex watched Liz take in the huge bed in the
center of the room, with its many straps and manacles attached, then the array
of discipline items on the wall and finally to the table displaying a variety
of toys.

“You’ll enjoy this,” he said, reassuring her as
much as commanding her. “You remember your safeword?”

“Lullaby.”

“Good. Real good.” He pulled her toward him,
gripped her face, and licked the entire surface of her lips. Very slowly. Her
lips were like satin, smooth and warm. He could spend hours just tasting them.
He outlined the edges with his tongue before pressing against the closed seam
and thrusting inside.

She opened to him willingly, her own tongue
dancing with his. Her flavor was better than any bourbon he’d ever tasted,
seeping into his system and flowing straight to his cock. His balls ached and
his blood pounded as he tilted her head to give him a better angle.

And he hadn’t done anything yet but kiss her!

Hell. He couldn’t remember the last time, if
ever, he’d felt this addicted to a woman. He’d better keep his wits about him
or he’d lose the control so essential to this relationship.

He allowed himself another moment to trail his
mouth down the column of her neck and suck on each rosy nipple. Then he forced
himself to pull away, fisting his hands to get his breathing under control.

Alex looked at her, flushed, her breasts heaving
with each breath, and wondered if he’d ever get enough of her. “Remove the
skirt,” he ordered, shoving his hands in his pockets to keep from ripping the
garment off himself.

Still keeping her gaze properly lowered, she
unfastened the one button, slid the zipper down and let the skirt fall to the
floor. She stepped out of the puddle of fabric and waited for his next instruction.

“Go to the bed and bend over the footboard.
Spread your arms wide.”

Obediently, she moved to the bed and arranged
herself as he directed, her nicely rounded ass presented for him. He ran the
palm of one hand over each cheek. Squeezing and lightly pinching. Liz raised on
her tiptoes and wiggled her ass.

“Impertinent sub,” he chuckled.

He studied her for a moment then brought the flat
of his hand down on her skin. She jerked slightly, startled, but made no sound.
He smiled at the reddened marks of his fingers on her skin.

“I think a little discipline might be in order
here.” He bent low and put his mouth next to her ear. “But you enjoy the
punishment, don’t you, Elizabeth? The pain ramps up your desire.” When she didn’t
answer him right away, he spanked her again. Then his fingers dipped between
her thighs to the folds of her cunt and found them coated with her cream.

Oh, yeah. She definitely was into this. His cock
flexed against the restraint of his slacks.

“Well?” he prompted.

“Yes,” she breathed. “I do.”

Yeah, he’d thought so that first night from her
reaction to their session. Now he was sure.

“I can accommodate that.” As he talked to her,
his hand smoothed down her back and over her ass again in long slow glides. “I
can give you the kind of pain that will bring you incredible pleasure. Last
time was just a taste.”

He stood up and looked at her for a long moment. Then
he reached to one side of the bed and lifted a leather cuff attached to it.
Buckling carefully around one wrist of an outstretched arm, he pulled a similar
one from the other side and fastened it in place. Now she was completely
immobilized. She could move her legs, but she wasn’t going anywhere and her
movement was very restricted.

Man, this was definitely going to be good.

He studied the display of instruments against the
wall, finally deciding on a flat paddle and a crop. His hand itched for the
cane, but Liz was so recently back in the scene he’d have to work her up to it.

Alex slid the paddle lightly back and forth
across her ass, teasing her with the anticipation of its kiss on her body. She
shifted her feet again, rising on tiptoe to lift herself to him. His cock
throbbed in answer. He would punish her and tease her and then fuck her
senseless.

“Ten strokes with the paddle,” he said.

Lifting the instrument, he smacked one ass cheek,
paused, then smacked the other one. Again. And again. Every stroke of the
paddle brought a corresponding pulse to his cock, a tug to his balls. His body
was hot but not from exertion. Just the sight of her reddened ass made him want
to throw the damn paddle to the side, rip off his clothes and plunge inside
her. Although the punishment was always as stimulating to him as to his subs,
it had never before delivered this gut-twisting bolt of lightning.

His gaze was locked on the quivering flesh of her
buttocks. With each kiss of the leather on her flesh, low moans rolled from
deep inside her. After five strokes, she began trying to evade the paddle yet
at the same time he understood the sounds she made were as much from arousal as
from pain.

Eight strokes.

“Ohh,” she cried and danced on her toes, trying
to pull away from him, then lifting to him. When he finished with the paddle,
he dropped it onto the table and probed her with his fingers again. She was drenched,
and Alex wondered briefly if he could make her come just by disciplining her.
Something else to work on.

He stared at her reddened ass, the sight almost
making him forget everything else, rip off his clothes, and drive himself into
her body. No sub had ever mesmerized him the way Liz did. Elizabeth. If he’d
thought to get her out of his system, he was obviously very much mistaken.

What the hell had he stepped into here?

He leaned over her again, brushed her damp hair
aside and kissed her cheek streaked with perspiration. Her body still quivered
slightly with the aftereffects of the paddling.

“So responsive,” he murmured. “And your ass is
such a gorgeous shade of red.”

He slid his hand over the flaming skin and thrust
his fingers back inside her. Immediately, the walls of her pussy clamped down
on them, and he felt tiny spasms ripple through her.

“Don’t come,” he warned. “Not until and unless I
tell you to.” He shifted his hand so one finger touched her clit. When he
brushed it back and forth, she tensed and whimpered. “If I decided to I would
stand here for a long time and tease this puffy bit of flesh and still not let
you come. And just to make sure you know who’s in charge I think a little more
discipline is in order.”

She squeezed her thighs against his arm, still
making those delicious little sounds.

He picked up the crop and ran it along the backs
of her thighs and the crease where thigh and buttocks met. Then down one leg
and up the other.

“Let’s see if we can make that beautiful ass even
redder.”