Destined for the Dom (Masters of Submission, #2)(14)

He took the impressive-looking bullwhip from the floor where he’d left it, and held it up for her to see. “You seem to be mighty interested in this little baby. Your Master is minded to give you a demonstration of its power.” He placed it on the bondage table while he removed his leather waistcoat. Hunter flexed his shoulders as he stood back from the St. Andrew’s cross. Without restrictive clothing, he could get a better swing.

“The tail of this whip exceeds the speed of sound when used effectively. It will make an ideal deterrent should there be any future disobedience from you.”

“But surely you’re not going to—”

Her eyes widened when he raised his hand high above his head. Hunter had become an expert with a bullwhip. He aimed for a spot on the floor. When he cracked the whip between her open legs, her whole body went taut, arching exactly as if he’d lashed her clit with his tongue. Her head snapped back and her lips parted with a breathy cry as the small sonic boom filled the room. Surely she was the most beautiful and responsive woman he’d ever seen? He flexed his shoulder again, delivering a near-perfect crack of the whip once more. Pinned in place, Zo? writhed with excitement. Her body flexing, and undulating as if he’d stroked her naked flesh with his hand. He could see her legs trembling, and her breasts rising and falling incredibly fast. When he did it again, she looked almost on the point of ecstasy. A blush bloomed on her cheeks, and perspiration dusted her creamy skin.

Their eyes connected across the room. Without question, Hunter wanted this woman. She was his. Zo? had always been his. He stood over her, the potent bullwhip now hanging flaccid in his hand. “I told you not to come in here, but you wouldn’t listen. I hope I’ve given you a lesson you won’t forget in a hurry.” He smiled, stroking a stray hair from her eyes. “Punishment for your disobedience is now over.” He dropped the bullwhip to the floor.

Her head fell forward in complete submission. “Thank you.”

Cupping her chin, he forced her to make eye contact with him. “Look at me,” he ordered. He trailed his other hand up her thigh, smoothing his fingers over the soft flesh, until he reached her *. He watched her pupils dilate as he fingered her clit. “I see my little demonstration has turned you on. Your * is soaking wet, just as I knew it would be.” Her head fell back, and a deep, mournful cry left her lips as he speared two fingers slowly, very slowly deep inside her wet cunt.

“Oh, God, Hunter.”

Using his other hand, he caressed her breasts. When her erect nipple responded, he clamped the aroused flesh between his finger and thumb, and squeezed hard until she moaned. “A sub should always listen to her Master, because he is the only one who can administer both pleasure and pain as required.” He alternated between squeezing her nipple hard, and finger-f*cking her * until she panted breathlessly before him. Her head thrashed from side to side, but she never once used her safeword, or even the word “no.”

He lowered his head and circled her breast with his tongue again, sucking her prominent peaks into his mouth, teasing the sensitive flesh with his teeth.

“Dear God, Hunter, yes, yes, yes.” Her restrained body pulled desperately against the St. Andrew’s cross, arching into a tight bow.

He moved lower still, slowly teasing his tongue to her womanly stomach, before dipping it into her exquisite belly button.

He kept his voice low and authoritative. “This is the playroom. I’m always in charge here. I trust I’ve made myself clear.”

“Yes, Hunter,” she answered breathlessly.

“You have no voice here. I decide what happens to your body and mind.” He lowered his face to her cunt. This was something he would savor. As soon as he speared her slit with his tongue, a penetrating sexual moan left her lips. Using his thumb, he peeled back her clitoral hood, and trailed his tongue over her sexual pearl. Whimpers of pleasure began to spill uncontrolled from her. He felt her clit pulsing against his lips, making his cock hardened steel.

When he raised his eyes to hers, Zo?’s feminine beauty stunned him. Her full lips were parted as she panted breathlessly, and her breasts and belly physically shook. Hunter licked her clit, feeling it swell and engorge as he sucked it relentlessly.


“Please…Hunter…I…”

He watched in awe as her climax finally broke through. Tight spasms began clamping around his fingers as he manipulated them inside her gorgeous cunt. A light-pink blush spread over her entire body as she finally surrendered to his will, and let go completely. He continued his domination of her body, until nothing but silent gasps for air left her sensuous mouth.





Chapter Seven




In a dreamlike trance, Zo? was only vaguely aware when Hunter’s strong hands released her from the St. Andrew’s cross. She snuggled into his warmth as he carried her from the playroom. In stark contrast to his powerful frame, she felt weak and vulnerable lying in his masculine arms.

The way he’d handled the bullwhip had been amazing. The frightening, erotic sound as he’d cracked the whip between her legs had seriously turned her on. At that point, she’d have done just about anything he asked. Hunter was a man to be reckoned with. He was also not a man to be crossed. He’d gained a hard edge in the Marines, something she didn’t recall him having when they were kids together at St. Mark’s. The next time he told her to do something, she’d do it, following his rules without question. There was a lot of corrective equipment in the playroom, and she knew it wasn’t just for show. A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of being completely at his mercy.