Destined for the Dom (Masters of Submission, #2)(13)
Her efforts to escape were futile, and he figured her angry protestations were halfhearted at best. He knew from the look in her eyes, she was turned on. Her breasts were heaving, and an attractive blush tinged her cheeks. Still holding her tightly with his thighs, he dipped into the pocket of his leather jeans and withdrew a pair of Velcro cuffs. He roughly secured them to her wrists. They came with a metal D ring woven into the fabric. He’d used them many times before to restrain a wayward sub.
Holding both her slender wrists securely in one hand, he rose from the bondage table, and led her forcibly to the St. Andrew’s cross. He yanked her hands above her head, and hooked the D rings on the Velcro cuffs to the top of the X-shaped frame.
“Hunter, what are you doing?” He loved her submissive whimpers, and knew she was getting into the role-play as much as him.
“Give me your foot,” he demanded. When she didn’t immediately comply with his instruction, he grabbed hold of the nearest shapely ankle and secured it to the base of the X frame. He performed exactly the same procedure with her other ankle, spreading her silky smooth legs wide open in the process. Soon, he had her spread-eagled, and secured to the X-shaped frame.
“I can’t move.”
“That’s the idea.”
Hunter stood back and admired his new sub. He cupped her chin and angled her face to his. Staring into those gorgeous green eyes, he asked, “So why are you here, Zo??
Her lower lip quivered as she looked at him. “I–I just wanted a second look.”
“Could it be that you want what I’m offering?”
She breathed heavily, and he figured she was turned on when she replied, “Exactly what are you offering?”
He trailed his fingers over the sexy black negligee, letting them drift effortlessly from her pulsing throat to her *. He reveled in the power it gave him. Hunter leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “You want to know what I’m offering? Then I’ll tell you, Peaches. Sex and lots of it. Hot f*cking like you’ve never experienced before. That’s what you want. Don’t deny it. I know it, and you know it, too.” He forced his lips to hers, and she feverishly responded, by sucking his tongue into her mouth. Her eyes raised to his. They were such a beautiful shade of green. A man could lose himself in eyes like those. He wanted to own her, possess her, and hear her shout out his name. Hunter. “Just say the word, Zo?. Let me know how you feel. Tell me what you want from me?”
She took a deep breath, unafraid to hold his gaze. “I want what you’re offering, Hunter. It was always gonna end this way.”
Her seductive words soothed the ache that had threatened to tear him apart these past few days. Even when he’d gone to Club Submission, his thoughts were still with Zo?. He couldn’t shake her from his mind, and in the end he’d had to return home to be with her. As he’d walked past the playroom, something had caught his attention. A sound, or a creak? He couldn’t remember which now, but he’d opened the door to investigate, little knowing the object of his desire would be hiding inside.
Now here she was, in some flimsy, sexy getup, sending his pulse rate through the f*cking roof. The last few days had all been leading up to this point. He now knew Zo? wanted him to take control. That’s why she was in here. She wanted him to catch her in the forbidden room.
Hunter could tell she was excited and frightened in equal measure. The sexy pulse at the base of her throat beat rapidly beneath his touch, as he hooked his fingers inside the neckline of her negligee. Maintaining eye contact, he noisily tore the garment down to her waist. He paused for a moment, enjoying what was his, before finally ripping the rest of the flimsy material from her trembling body.
A whimper left her lips. “Hunter.”
He caressed his palms to the underside of her large, perfect breasts, savoring their delicious weight in his hands. Her nipples puckered invitingly into tight nubs, and he rolled his thumbs over the engorged flesh, enjoying the sight of her arousal.
“Oh, f*cking hell,” she groaned, squirming helplessly on the St. Andrew’s cross. Her head tipped back when he dipped down and swirled his tongue over her pebbled nips.
“I think I’ve caught myself a very naughty girl. A very naughty, excited girl, who wants her Master to pleasure her.”
“Yes, Hunter, please.”
He let his hand trail down her quivering belly. Closing his eyes and sighing deeply, he drifted a finger to her *. It was freshly shaved and smooth as the silk negligee that he’d ripped from her body. “Beautiful, so beautiful.”
The breath hitched in her throat as he slid a finger into her wetness, before lifting it slightly to contact with her clit. “Yes, Hunter, please. What are you doing to me?” She arched her restrained body, trying to make him finger-f*ck her harder.
He smiled. “I like the way you respond. But first you must be disciplined for disobeying me.”
“Disciplined? But, how…what?”
It pleased him that she seemed unsure of herself.
“If you feel uncomfortable with anything, just say the word red, and I’ll stop immediately. Red is your safeword.”
“If I say red, you’ll release me? Promise me that’s true, Hunter.”
He tenderly caressed her cheek. “You and me go back a long way. I give you my word, Peaches.” His unambiguous assurance seemed to satisfy her, because she visibly relaxed. “Hmm, so what punishment does my sub deserve tonight?” He looked around the playroom. “Ah, yes. I see what I can use.”