Summer Pain (8 page)

“Then all of this has been for nothing.”

Chapter Eleven

Tigger watched her sleep. The more she tossed and turned and cried out in the midst of her nightmares, the more he wanted to go to her, wrap her in his arms, and tell her everything would be all right.

Throughout the night, he’d nodded off here and there, slept in a nearby chair with his feet propped up on the edge of the bed. He stood guard, waiting for Gaylord’s return. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he'd known, Gaylord wouldn’t return without provocation.

Tigger wondered what it would take to entice him. How could he lure him out? What would it take to fling him a bone and start the chase? If Gaylord had paid Summer a visit once, he’d likely pay her a visit in the future. Wouldn’t he?

One thing about it, if he did return, Tigger would throw a wrench in his plans. Tigger just wished Summer would open up and tell him why this had happened. Was Gaylord provoked because of her inquiries about Damsel or because he’d spent time with her?

Stirring in her sleep, Summer rolled to her back and stared at the ceiling. She blinked a few times before stretching her slender arm over her head.

“Good morning.” Tigger uncrossed his legs. With his feet flat against the floor, he scooted the chair closer to the bed.

“How long did I sleep?” She turned her face toward him.

“Six or seven hours.”

Her eyelashes fluttered, and she yawned. “I guess you’re probably tired of uneventful evenings spent with the newcomer, huh?”

Tigger winked. “Let’s just say we’ve had a rocky start.”

“The mornings haven’t been entirely dull,” she reminded him, tossing back the covers and nudging his thigh with her foot.

“No,” he said, growing hard as steel as he thought about the previous morning. Catching her pleasuring herself had been the highlight of his week. The idea of her pushing her fingers inside her pussy and calling out his name when she had no idea he was still there had been a real turn-on.

“Do you have plans today?” Tigger asked, still unclear about her reasons for being in the Tri-Cities area. She hadn’t elaborated, and he hadn’t pushed. Most men would’ve asked before now, but Tigger hadn’t wanted to screw up their chances for a good time in the sack. So he’d remained quiet. Maybe, he was afraid of her answer.

Summer slid her foot up the inside of his thigh. Resting her toes mere inches from his cock, she whispered, “I had planned to spend the day in bed.”

His cock twitched. The hard length pulsed against the pajama pants he wore. If she wanted to see what kind of effect she had on him, all she had to do was look down. The navy-and-red pinstripes didn’t exactly conceal his erection.

She pointed to the duffle bag he’d left on the floor. “What do you have in there?”

“Are you sure you want to find out?” he asked, his breath ragged.

“I’m sure, Tigger.” She rolled to her side. With her right palm, she stroked the empty space beside her. “Don’t you want to find out how willing I am to submit to you?”

Tigger jerked. Holy hell! This was too good to be true. He couldn’t believe he’d spent the last few years with a woman who had adamantly refused to participate in Domination and submission. How had he survived?

“You’ve been with a Dom before.”

“Yes.”

A zip of electrifying sensations rushed up and down his spine. His balls tightened with her confession. Damnation, he wasn’t sure how he felt about this. He’d looked at her as a true innocent, someone who didn’t know what the hell to do in order to please a Dom, and yet, there she was, admitting she’d already been trained to submit, taught to please.

“Present,” he ordered, his voice guttural.

She exited the bed on the other side. Slowly, she approached him, her eyes never leaving his until she stood next to the chair.

Summer bowed her head, spread her legs apart, pushed her chest forward and locked her arms behind her back.

“Lovely,” Tigger crooned, eyeing those perky nipples pressing against her thin black slip.

“Thank you, Sir,” she said, stepping right into the submissive role.

Good Lord, had he misjudged her from the beginning?

Apparently so.

“Do you like to wear nipple clamps?” He retrieved a silver box from the side pocket of his bag.

“Yes, Sir.”

Tigger opened the box and pulled free a long chain attached to two claw-like ornaments. “Look at me, sub.”

Summer tilted her chin upward and studied the clamps. Her mouth was visibly moistened, and her eyes were hooded.

“Take off your slip.”

Summer crossed her arms and yanked the material over her head. She stood before him, naked and totally perfect. Her stomach was flat. Unlike Cara or other women he’d taken to his bed, Summer didn’t have stretch marks. Her breasts were full but not large, and he thought they were perfect. She was so young, so beautiful, and totally committed to being his, if only for a little while.

“Step forward.”

He reached inside his pajama pants and stroked the hard wedge of flesh nestled between his legs. Good Lord, he was horny as hell. It had been years since he’d taken a submissive to his bed.

Summer inched closer. Cupping her breasts, she raked her thumbs over her nipples. “Is this what you want, Sir?”

His mouth went dry. “I didn’t tell you to touch yourself.”

“Will you punish me, Sir?”

His masculine growl resounded. “Damn right.”

He pulled a paddle from his bag and set the wooden slab on the nearby nightstand. “But first, I want to clamp those pretty nipples.”

He stood then. Pinching her left nipple, he secured the first clamp then lowered his head. Licking the extended right gem, he whispered against her flesh as he worked for her arousal and tormented himself with the things he couldn’t have—at least not yet. Once both nipples were clamped, he pulled the chain between her breasts and let the silver links fall between her two mounds.

“Beautiful.”

“Thank you, Sir.” She tilted her head and watched him.

“Come here, sub,” he said, taking her hand in his.

Subservient and eager, she stepped between his legs. He looked up at her, and she boldly met his gaze. And in that moment, he knew. God help him, he just knew. His future was sealed.

“Before I spank you, I’ll give you one request, just one small reward. What do you want, Summer?”

“I want you to kiss me, Sir.” Her cheeks flushed. “If you want to.”

At that particular moment, he wanted nothing more! He pulled her down to his lap. She curved her left arm around his neck.

“You kiss me, sub. Kiss me the way you want to be kissed.”

She shifted, draping her legs over his thighs. Then, she framed his face with both hands. Lowering her forehead to his, she whispered across his lips. “I want to kiss you with my eyes open.”

Their mouths met, and she thrust her tongue inside his mouth as if she were a greedy lover. Her palms never left his cheeks as she cupped his face and made love to his mouth with a reverent tongue, one so eager to explore and find, teach and learn. And, oh God, could he ever learn from this woman.

Her kiss started out as forceful, as if she were looking for more than ownership. She wanted controlling interest.

She ground her pussy against his flannel-clad cock and slowed the kiss. Her mouth wandered from his lips to his chin and jaw before returning to his lips again.

As her hot pussy rubbed against him, Tigger found himself pushing the weight of his cock closer to her heat. Good God, he wasn’t sure how long he could stand this.

His dick lengthened, and the burning sensation in his balls became more than he could stand. Grabbing her forearms, he pulled her away from him. “Enough, sub.”

With a lopsided smile, she shyly said, “It will never be enough. Will it, Tigger?”

He locked his teeth over his bottom lip and almost agreed before he thought about the consequences.

She grinned. And he wondered then. Did she know she’d already become his weakness? Did she realize how addicted to her he’d soon become?

“Vixen,” he breathed, dragging her body over his lap so her breasts were against his thighs.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. “I’m your little vixen, your sub, Tigger. For now, I belong to you. Punish me. Teach me to behave.”

Clasping his hand around the paddle, he raised the wooden slab over his shoulder and watched her shiver before the first strike. The sound of the wood smacking against her bare ass made him crazy with lust.

“Oh God,” she purred, shaking her bottom. “Another! Please, Sir.”

He struck her again, and she cried out as the paddle came down against her flesh once more.

Another strike and another soon followed. She shifted her weight and glanced up at him with tears in her eyes. “More,” she mouthed.

He gave her one more, realizing when the paddle fell against her silken skin again, her tiny fingers were toying with the chain attached to the nipple clamps.

“Release the clamps,” he ordered her, tossing aside the paddle and smoothing his palms over her pretty ass.

She reached under her body, pulled at the clamps, and seconds later flinched. A soft moan fell from her lips. The chain with the two small ornament attachments fell to the floor.

“So pretty,” Tigger crooned, grabbing his bag again. “Spread your legs, baby.”

She rubbed her mound against his thigh and whimpered when he spread her cheeks. “I’m going to take you here.” He pressed his thumb to her asshole. “Has a man ever invaded you anally, Summer?”

She shook her head too quickly, and he wasn’t sure he believed her.

“Never?” he asked, pushing the pad of his thumb right inside the puckered opening.

“No, Sir.” Her hips jerked when he thrust the digit still higher.

“Such a tight little vixen,” he whispered, returning to the satchel.

Finding the lube, he doused his fingers in the clear substance before tossing the tube in the top of the bag. “Now then, doll. Relax for me.”

She spread her legs, and he took a deep breath, admiring the impression before him, the pretty picture she painted. Her willingness to do anything he asked made him as erect as a stallion with several mares to breed. He circled her small back entrance with his middle finger before entering her.

Wiggling the weight of the first digit deep inside her channel, he asked, “How does that feel, sub?”

“Fine, okay.”

“Just fine and okay?” He added another finger. “How about this?”

A throaty note of appreciation slipped from her lips. Her bottom clenched around his fingers.

“I like it, Sir.”

“I know you do, sub,” he whispered. Withdrawing his fingers, he took a small plug from his bag, a granite stone with an oval tip. “And you’ll love everything we do together.”

Smoothing lubricant over the stone, he ran the bulb-shaped head down the seam of her ass then inserted the plug right inside her hole. She jolted forward at the intrusion.

“Please, Sir.” Her soft whimpers sounded like music. “I need more than what you’re giving me.”

“In due time, you’ll have everything you need and more.”

Chapter Twelve

In less than an hour, Summer had determined her life’s course. Tigger was part of her future. Regardless of how long she’d known him, she found herself submersed in the illusion of love, a love that wasn’t beyond her reach.

Her bottom clenched around the cool stone, and her pussy wept as Tigger toyed with the butt plug, twisting and turning the object until she felt stretched and prepared. Above all else, she was eager for new experiences she only wanted to share with him.

Without thinking about consequences, she pushed the heel of her hand against her mound and reached for her clit. “Tigger, please.”

A guttural growl fell from his lips, and without any warning, he flipped her over on her back and stared down at her. He looked hungry, totally famished, and she realized how she could sate his growing appetite.

“What do you need, sub?” His eyes twinkled. His jaw flexed.

“I need you, Sir.” She touched his face. “Please, take me. Fuck me.”

His response was a sudden slap against her bare mound, and her entire body shook with a multitude of sensations. Her nipples throbbed. Her clit burned. She squeezed her ass cheeks together, and the toy embedded inside her traveled deeper, raking against her sensitive tissue and making her dizzy with blinding lust.

“Again, Sir,” she rasped, going for her clit once more.

This time, he took her hand in his and drew her fingers to his lips. Encased by gray shadows, his eyes appeared darker than before, and the intense longing was evident. His willpower was disintegrating, and she could see him losing his grip. She would soon shatter his sought-after control.

“What can I give you, Sir?”

“You’ve already given me more than I ever realized I needed.”

“Then show me. Fuck me until I’m a believer, Sir.”

His goals apparently changed then. He cradled her in his arms and stood. Placing her in the center of the bed, he whispered at her ear, “I want to hear you cry out in pleasure, sub.”

As soon as her head hit the pillow, Tigger pried her knees apart and positioned his body between her splayed legs.

“Relax.” He tucked his chin almost to his chest, eyed her bottom, and tapped the end of the cold stone.

She forced herself to calm down, practiced controlled breathing in an effort to appear unruffled. But when his tongue flicked over her clit, a whole new sensation zipped through her channel. A wave of heat licked at her pussy lips as his mouth covered her opening. He thrust his tongue inside her, delivering each swipe with precision.

“Tigger,” she breathed, reaching for him.

Slapping her hand away, he rose over her and kissed her. His tongue entered her mouth with a forcefulness that left her gasping, wanting, dying for more.

He smiled into their ravenous kiss and then left her lips again, leaving a trail of kisses down her neck and across her chest. Lavishing her with pure sexual interest, he circled one spiked nipple and then the other before continuing down her belly.