Just One Taste (Topped #2)(34)

She held on, riding the storm he created. Her body was trembling, but she wasn’t about to move, wouldn’t cry out and tell him she needed him to stop because she didn’t. She wanted this glorious symphony of pain and pleasure and connection. Every now and then she would feel his free hand on her. He would pause for a moment and run his fingers along her spine as though ensuring himself she was all right. Then the process would begin again.

Tears dripped from her eyes making the world seem hazy and unreal. She didn’t have to be everyday Deena in this place. She didn’t have to worry about school or how she was going to make the rent. In this place, there were no mistakes to regret. There was only the crop and the sound of her Master’s voice.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are right now?” The crop slapped against her, a rhythm she was sure her heart beat to. “Your skin is perfectly pink and that * is pouting, begging for my attention.”

She was sure it was since she could practically feel the damn thing pulsing. Sex had always been about her partner, a way to show her partner how much she cared, but now it seemed like more. It seemed like a need, a desperate need to connect with this one man, and not only for his sake. She wanted. For the first time in her life, she craved a man’s cock. If he didn’t take her, she might cry because she was already close to something wonderful, something that had eluded her before.

“That was forty, baby,” he said, his hand still on her backside.

“It’s already over?” She didn’t want it to be. She might stand there all night, allowing him to make her ass red, if she could only stay in this place.

“Unfortunately, yes, but we’re not through. You’ve paid for the lying and the disobedience.” His hand moved over her tender backside and slid down to hover on the edge of her *. “Now we’re going to have a discussion about what will happen if that man walks in and you don’t tell me. But first I want to know if you liked my discipline. Tell me, Deena, how does your * feel?”

The question was too intimate, but somehow in the quiet of the playroom, it was all right to open up to him. “Hot. Aching. Needy.”

“You’re wet, baby. Look at that.” His words were sultry, his voice a sexy groan as he slid a finger through her *.

She’d been perfectly still while he’d smacked her ass, but her whole body shook now. She wanted that finger inside her, thrusting in and out.

A hard hand came down on her ass, making her yelp because she was so damn sensitive there.

“Did I give you permission to move?” Eric asked the question in a low growl, the sound sizzling along her skin.

He seemed intent on playing the hard-ass. She was never going to let that man know she thought he was a little soft again. He overcompensated.

Or he was simply the yummiest mix of badass Dom and sweet as pie man she’d ever met—a completely dangerous combination because she still wasn’t sure she was ready for what he wanted outside the playroom. She shoved all those thoughts aside. They didn’t have a place here. There was no future and no past in this room. There was only the glorious now, where she had a Dom to please.

“No, Sir.” She stilled, though her back was starting to ache.

His big palm moved along her spine. “Come on then, baby. You’ve been in that position forever. Let’s stretch you out. In more ways than one.”

She wasn’t sure what he meant with the second remark, but she sighed in relief as he helped her straighten up. Every muscle in her body stretched deliciously, and she could feel the hot ache in her ass. “Thank you, Sir.”

He was standing right in front of her, his big body invading her space. His bare chest brushed against hers and that restless feeling started up again. She needed more than mere punishment from this man. His hands slid down her body to her hips. “Tell me how you’re feeling.”

Some subs would wait until their Doms gave them permission to touch them, but she couldn’t see that coming from Eric. He might have been rough with her backside, but he wouldn’t put that wall between them. She brought her hands up to finally feel that magnificent chest of his. Warm, smooth skin covered his muscles, and she could see him sigh in pleasure at the contact. “I feel good, Sir. I feel happy and warm, but I definitely don’t want to stop playing with you.”

He brought his forehead down to meet hers. “You’re not worried about what I’m going to do next?”

She ran her hands across his deltoids and up to those broad shoulders. “I’m sure it will be suitably horrible, Sir, and no, I’m not worried.”

“Because I’m the * Dom?”

She tilted her head up. “No, because you’re Eric.”

His hands moved up, sinking into her hair. His lips took hers and for the first time in a long time, she felt like she’d gotten something right.





Sometimes it sucked to be the Dom. He brought his mouth down on hers, letting his lips move and play. All he wanted to do was sink his aching cock inside her and spend the rest of the night making her scream. Her tongue slid against his as her hands moved all over his torso. She was exploring him and he didn’t want that to stop, but he had a freaking point to make with her and they were both going to get punished.

It was the way she’d said “because you’re Eric” that had done him in. For a moment before she’d responded, his heart had taken a dive. She wanted a bad boy and he hadn’t proven it to her. The spanking he’d given her wasn’t the worst, but he didn’t want to go much further. If she needed more of a sadist, she would have to find someone else. He preferred to be the indulgent Master, lavishing his sub with affection and pleasure in exchange for her offering him her body and trust.