Beauty Submits To Her Beast Page 5

  “Look at me,” he ordered.

  Her eyes were smoky with passion, her features contorted in a mask somewhere between pain and pleasure as he plunged deep. He rotated between slow teasing strokes and fast, furious pumps.

  She threw her head back and cried out. Her breathy mews continued, broken by an occasional gasp, moan, or harsh scream as he fucked her. She whimpered and begged.

  Not enough. Blind need. For him. He needed that from his sweet Belle.

  Sweat gathered and pooled at the base of his spine. Need churned in his balls. The pain of denial left him breathless. He yearned to shove his cock deep into her slick pussy, feel her tight sheath fist him, squeeze, and take from him as much as he planned to take from her.

  Tipping his head back, he delved between her moist lips. She was liquid satin. He circled and rubbed her clit with the tip of his tongue.

  Caitie’s knees shook as intense need flooded her body. He fucked her hard and deep, sending her higher and farther. He teased and taunted, made her feel incredibly sexy and desirable. She thrust out her hips, demanding more. God, she wanted him to suck her again, needed those clever lips on her, squeezing her clit and sucking her until he sent her over the edge.

  She whimpered and tried to grab onto that all-consuming need, tried to hold it, tame it, control it, center it, but desire raged inside her like a beast let loose to ravage the land. A thick, swirling fog blinded her, dampened all sound but the pounding of her heart and the rush of blood racing through her veins. The blanket of white was everywhere yet insubstantial. Nothing mattered except the glorious waves of pure pleasure consuming her.

  His tongue flicked across her clit, the tip probing one moment, then tracing circles around that part of her that was desperate to find release. She threw her head back and sagged as her knees buckled. She bucked wildly. “Yes. Oh, my god, yes,” she yelled, eager to gather herself in and let go.

  His thumb replaced his tongue and flicked across her clit. “Do not come until I say.”

  His voice shattered the haze of blinding desire though she found it hard to focus or think with his fingers pumping in and out of her. Sucking in her breath, Caitie knew if he kept that up she’d come with or without permission. “Yes, Sir.”

  God, don’t let her blow it and make him stop. Heat and need consumed her. Her vision narrowed. There was only him and her and the magic of touch.

  He fell into a hard, fast rhythm. She shuddered. “Please, Sir. I can’t wait.” Her voice rose.

  “Not yet.” His thumb pressed firmer, circled faster.

  Her body shook and trembled, and she tried to keep from tightening, but like a clock wound to the point of breaking, she was ready to spring apart. She gasped, drew in a deep breath, fought for control. Her cry was thin as her lungs struggled to breathe.

  “Now, my sweet sub. Scream for me and come.”

  Those had to be the sweetest words she’d ever heard. She didn’t need her beast to tell her twice. She let go. She shouted his name and flew, grabbing at the fistfuls of bright, shiny balls of candy flying around her.

  Damon tasted and drank her sweet cream as she shuddered and shook. Her pussy clamped on his fingers, and each contraction drew him deeper. She was hot, wet, and her orgasm was the most beautiful gift he’d ever received.

  Her cries were music to his ears as she sobbed his name over and over. He gentled his mouth and didn’t stop until she sagged, completely spent. Standing, he wrapped his arm around her, taking most of her weight while he unchained her wrists. Her arms fell and draped over his head.

  Each breath came in a ragged gasp as her forehead dropped to his shoulder. He held her, loving the way her curves molded against him. His hands closed over her ass, and he lifted her until she stood on her toes. His erection skimmed through her damp curls, seeking entrance to her slick pussy.

  Damon wanted nothing more than to lift her into his arms and drive himself deep inside her, but he had plans.

  “That was incredible,” she breathed.

  Her eyes were dark like liquid smoke. “Did you like your reward?”

  “Yes.” Her voice was a soft purr. “I never knew it could be so intense.” Her admission made her blush.

  “That was just the beginning.” He trailed a finger along her flushed cheek. “The first stop on a Halloween journey filled with as many houses to visit as you can handle.”

  She smiled shyly. “May I reward you now, Sir Beast?”

  “Giving yourself to me is my reward. And that is the center of what we are doing. You weren’t sure you liked being bound, but you enjoyed the experience. Correct?”

  She frowned but nodded.

  “You trusted me, and I took care of you. I pleased you.” He waited for her to absorb what he said.

  “I liked very much the way you took care of me.”

  “And that pleases me. That was a power exchange.”

  “But you—um—you haven’t come.”

  He chuckled. “Trust me, little sub. I plan to fuck you to the moon and back.”

  Chapter Five

  Good god. Fuck her to the moon and back. Her insides buzzed in anticipation, and her legs trembled. Most guys, if they got the girl off first wouldn’t wait to seek their own satisfaction. The fact that Damon wasn’t in a hurry to take care of his needs gave her pause. He’d pleased her more than anyone else, yet it wasn’t enough. Deep in her core, desperate need pooled. She should have been satisfied and sated. Instead, her desire for this man had only grown stronger.

  “Shall we continue? I believe we have more houses to visit and a lot more candy to gather.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she answered shyly, which, considering everything they’d done, seemed silly.

  “Good. Go into the bedroom and position yourself on the bed.”

  She frowned. Position? She had no idea what he meant, but she was curious to see what he had planned. She turned, spotted the set of double doors, and pushed them open. And came to an abrupt halt.

  The bedroom was huge. Her attention focused on the large king-sized bed that took up a third of the space. She spotted a black wedge in the center of the bed. His orders suddenly made sense. Her eyes went wide at the sight of a pair of leather cuffs attached to each side of the wedge. Her heart thumped painfully.

  “Was there something in my request you did not understand?”

  His deep voice rumbled through her. He was back to full Dom mode. “No, Sir.”

  “Then I expect you to obey without delay.”

  Fear warred with need. Trust. Learning to give up control. That’s what he was addressing in this first session. Damn, she’d wanted a weekend of awesome sex, and so far, from the preview he’d given her, if she did what he asked, she’d get the best sex of her life. So with hesitant steps, she entered the room.

  Damon watched her climb on the bed and eye the wedge. With a deep breath, she draped herself over it. He let out his breath, relieved she’d obeyed. More than any other sub, he needed her to trust him and give him control. Each time she did was a gift he treasured.

  The mattress dipped beneath his weight as he positioned himself behind her. Was there a sexier sight than a woman’s ass in the air, begging to be stroked and all those crevices explored? Not in his mind. He noticed she’d closed her eyes tightly and was chewing her lower lip, a sure sign that she was nervous. Did she expect him to cuff her legs to the wedge?

  That had been the plan. Instead, he caressed her back, following the curve of her spine from the nape of her neck to the crease below her ass, his fingers brushing her sex with each pass. “I’m proud of you, Belle. I know this isn’t easy, but it’ll be worth it.”

  “It’d better be,” she sighed, relaxing.

  His palms crested her ass, trailed down her thighs, and eased them apart. “Good Doms reward obedient subs. You did as I asked and earned yourself more candy.”

  Damon cupped each cheek and lifted, spreading her open. He stared at her weeping pussy. His gut tightened with need, and his cock
bobbed and bounced as the blood pounded through his veins. How easy it would be to plunge inside her and give them both what they each wanted and needed.

  But he’d told her the truth. He took his responsibilities as a Dom seriously, and though he needed to please her, he was also responsible for teaching her about her own sexuality. And that meant pushing her, experimenting, discovering her boundaries, then allowing her to grow and shine.

  She surprised him. For such a confident woman, she was nervous, unsure of herself, and shocked at her own responses. He knew she hated giving up control, yet when she did, she responded so magnificently.

  He trailed one finger over her tight rosette, then circled her glistening slit. Her sigh turned to a moan, and she wiggled her hips. He wanted her good and hungry before he got to the next part of his plan. He needed her willing to put her trust in him. So he’d prove himself worthy.

  “House number two. Hard and fast, Belle.” He eased a finger inside her wet, throbbing sheath and out. She was hot and creamy. Her inner muscles tightened. He let out his breath. Damn, she felt good. Good hell. This woman was heaven on earth. His gaze latched onto the rhythmic way her pussy contracted and released. Beneath his palm, the muscles in her ass clenched.

  He grinned, thrust two fingers inside, and curved them. Her shriek pleased him more than any words she could have uttered and set off a string of small bombs of pure lust in his balls as cum churned and fought for release. God, at this rate, he was liable to embarrass himself. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d come without meaning to.

  She moaned. “Please, Sir.” She panted the plea, remembering his rule and not wanting him to stop.

  “Yes, my sweet, innocent Belle.” He pressed her G-spot hard.

  A bolt of pleasure flared from pussy to clit. Caitie shrieked his name and exploded like a cannon ball shot high into the heavens. Everything both faded yet became. Her body fell away and she soared high into a world filled with splashes of color weaving into rainbows sparkling stars. She convulsed and jerked, each burst of pleasure sending her higher into that magical place where there was just her and the man who sent her over the edge.

  Gasping, she went limp. How was it possible for this orgasm to be better, sweeter, and stronger? She wasn’t sure she was still alive. Until he licked her and drank her cream. His finger slipped into her folds and found her clit.

  “Again,” he murmured.

  “Not possible.” Yet she was so sensitive, so on edge, his fingers turned her mind to mush and the impossible became so. Her world narrowed to him and how he made her feel, then even that faded as he shot her back up, kept her in that heavenly cloud until she thought all life had fled.

  She wasn’t sure how long it took for her to become aware of the man behind her. “Oh, god,” she gasped. “House number two. A duplex. Jackpot. I think my body is numb. Tell me we aren’t done.”

  His body blanketed hers. He laughed in her ear. “Greedy sub.”

  “Never had candy so good,” she murmured as she sought to calm her racing heart and draw air into her starved lungs. His cock rubbed her ass, the thick head nudging her slit, searching for entrance. She tilted her hips up. God, she needed that huge shaft inside her, filling her, sending her back into a world where nothing else mattered but the two of them.

  His fingers threaded with hers. “What do you want now?”

  “Your cock.”

  He kissed the side of her neck and trailed his lips across her shoulders. He nipped her lightly. “You have to earn it.”

  “How, Sir?”

  “By trusting me.” He licked the swirls of her ear, then his weight was gone. She bit her lip to keep from protesting. The mattress shifted, and his arms wrapped around her waist, lifting her. He swept the wedge onto the floor.

  “On your back.” His warm breath sent shivers through her.

  More than eager, she lowered herself, then rolled over to stare into glittering eyes that reminded her of an Alaskan night sky filled with stars—deep and mysterious. He left the bed, opened the drawer in the bedside table, and fished out another pair of cuffs.

  Caitie swallowed hard when he held out a hand for her foot. Control. Trust. Damon expected both.

  She wrinkled her nose but lifted her right foot. Her heart hammered when he snapped the cuff on, then strode to the other side and cuffed her left ankle.

  He sat on the edge of the bed. “Very good.”

  With a gentle nudge, he pushed her feet close to her thighs then urged her knees to butterfly open. His gaze latched onto her. The heat smoldering in his eyes warmed her. She licked her lower lip, wondering if he would use his mouth again or, if this time, he planned to fuck her with his cock.

  He grabbed a leather cuff from beneath the bed, and before she knew what he intended, he’d fastened it around one thigh, then snapped it to her ankle cuff. Once more, panic hit when she realized he was going to truss her up like a calf being branded.

  He shifted to the other side of the bed and lifted a second restraint.

  “Wait.” Her voice sounded high and reedy.

  His brows rose.

  She drew in a deep breath. Control. Give him what he wants. Needs. And he’ll give you what you want. Need. The point of the weekend was to experience and discover new possibilities. Hadn’t she decided to participate in this event because she found sex boring and unsatisfying? She breathed, counted to ten, and then nodded. She resisted the urge to close her eyes.

  Her heart pounded as he fastened the second cuff and ankle and then connected the chains of both. She was flat on her back, wide open and totally helpless and… Shit. He was free to do whatever he wanted. A delicious shiver ran though her. Pleasure me. Take me. Make me yours. It shocked her to realize how much she needed him to do just that.

  Another dip into the drawer had her worried. She relaxed when he pulled out a foil packet. Her mouth watered when he rolled the condom down his rock-hard cock.

  At last. Hurry, hurry, hurry. But she was wise enough to hold her demands inside. No way was she going to say something wrong and stop whatever was about to happen. She was ready for house number four.

  He climbed onto the bed and ran his palms up along her inner thighs. “Beautiful, little sub.” He leaned over, squeezed her breast, and drew the puckered peak into his warm, moist mouth.

  His intense sucking sent an electrical zing from nipple to clit. His other hand played with her other breast, rubbing and rolling the tight little bud between his fingers. He alternated between licking and laving one round globe, then the other until she was a mass of agonizing need.

  He skimmed her belly. She quivered, waited, yearned for him to touch her clit. It surprised her that she found it strangely erotic to be open, exposed, and bound, totally trapped and at his mercy.

  He rose onto his knees. “Ready for more candy?”

  He knelt between her legs. Wearing only the black leather chaps, Damon took her breath away. He was rough and rugged, yet gentle. His wide chest, the rich, mat of hair that glinted with red combined with a rock-hard belly made him one hell of a hunk.

  She lowered her gaze, feasted on the triangle of curls surrounding his cock like ferns uncurling at the base of a tall redwood. His erection throbbed, the crown swollen and gloriously purple with the blood surging through his veins. Make that one hell of a sexy hunk.

  “Yes, Sir.” She licked her lips.

  He held out his hand. “First your hands.”

  Her gaze locked onto his. “What?”

  “I’m taking all control from you and in return, I’ll give you everything, even more than you ever thought possible.”

  “But—” She was already trussed and helpless. Wasn’t that enough? She couldn’t let him take away what little control she had left.

  “Do you trust me?” His voice was low, calm.

  Her protest died. Desire glowed in his eyes. Though he kept his features schooled, she read how much he needed her to accept him and freely take what he offered.

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��Yes or no,” he asked again.

  She answered truthfully. “Yes.” She sounded hesitant and unsure, but she held out her bound hands.

  He unhooked them, and one at a time, snapped them to her thighs. The moment he rose onto his knees, she realized just how vulnerable, how helpless she was. This man was a stranger. It didn’t matter that he’d given her three mind-blowing orgasms. He was free to do whatever he wanted, and she couldn’t stop him.

  She was scared. She couldn’t move. All choice, all control was gone. “I changed my mind.” Blind panic raced through her. She struggled to free herself, to breathe, but her chest felt as though an elephant sat on her.

  Damon leaned over and framed her face between his hands. “Easy, little sub. You’re not helpless. You have your safeword. You hold all the power now.”

  His words, his low voice broke through the cloud of fear. Safeword. Red.

  She opened her mouth to use it then frowned. “Say that again?” How could she have power when she couldn’t even scratch an itch on her nose or ass?

  “If you accept this, you are handing me power and control.”

  “That makes sense. You hold the power, not me.” Tears threatened. She didn’t want to fail or come across cowardly, but this was too much.

  He thumbed away the single tear. “The power is yours. Your choice to keep or give. By giving control, you have the power because you can take it back anytime. I only receive it when you agree to give it or share it with me and only for as long as you wish.” He kissed her lightly. “This, if you choose to think of it as such, is your gift to me, one I’ll treasure always.”

  His words stilled and calmed her, and she recalled his explanation of what he called a power exchange. When he lifted his head, she stared into his eyes. “This is what you meant by taking control and power?”

  His hand covered her mound, his finger resting on her clit. “It’s one way, yes.”

  “And I get—”

  His mouth curved. “Candy, my gorgeous sub. Lots of candy.” He pinched her swollen nub lightly.

  Caitie gasped. She wasn’t totally happy, even if she did want more of those fantastic orgasms. “House number four better have some prime goodies.”