Chapter Eleven
Chapter Eleven
“When you’re ready, fetch the lube and a condom.”
Even though he’d given her a few more minutes to recover than she’d expected, the pins-and-needles sensations continued to chase through her body.
Still, she was willing to pay almost any price, as long as it ended with a climax.
Slowly, she slid from his lap and made her way to the mantel.
“You have one fine ass, Milady.”
She glanced over her shoulder. “Thank you, Sir.” This time, the word rolled more effortlessly from her tongue.
“I can’t wait to fuck you in it.”
Her mouth dried.
She had little anal experience, but what she’d tried, she’d enjoyed.
But having Damien’s massive cock inside her?
That, she wasn’t sure of.
Her hands now trembling, she picked up the items and faced him again.
He was watching her, his hot gaze evidently never having strayed from her body.
Slowly, she returned to him.
The sound of her shoes seemed to ricochet in the silence, which was a good thing. At least it covered the sound of her thundering heart.
She placed the items on the coffee table.
“You’ll be putting the condom on me.”
She often performed that act for her boys. In fact, she loved doing it. She could tease and prolong, never letting them know what to expect. Keeping her sub guessing was one of her favorite things to do.
Damien wasn’t asking her to do anything she didn’t normally do, but her frame of mind was different. Interesting how the same act could be submissive or dominant, depending on her attitude.
He stood and nodded toward the floor, silently indicating she should kneel.
Thankfully, he offered a hand to steady her while she lowered herself before him.
“And you’ll be using your mouth to put the condom on me.”
“What?” She tried to look up at him but couldn’t see anything past his ridiculously large cock.
How in the hell was she supposed to follow his order?
“Quit thinking so much.” He spread his legs.
If only it was that easy.
She placed the bottle of lube on the floor then fumbled the small foil package a couple of times before finally managing to get it open. Then she checked to be sure she had the condom positioned correctly. “Are you serious that I can’t use my hands?” she asked.
“I’m sure I don’t need to repeat myself.”
She used her mouth and her tongue to unroll the confounding thing.
“Think about how much you’re pleasing me,” he instructed, cradling her head in his palm.
After drawing a steadying breath, she continued, attempting to make the act as erotic as possible for him.
“That’s it.”
When she touched her tongue to the underside of his cock, he jerked toward her. Noting and loving his reaction, she added a little more pressure before pulling away and repeating what she’d done.
Keeping her hands curled on her thighs, she worked the latex lower and lower while returning to caress his most sensitive spot.
“If you’re this skilled at doing that, I should have you give me a blow job every morning.”
Not that her jaw would survive that.
As she got the condom almost in place, she began to gag. Her eyes watered, and his cockhead touched the back of her throat. Using her hands would help tremendously.
“Almost there.” A few seconds later, he said, “Good.”
She pulled back, and tears spilled from her eyes.
“You make an excellent sub, Catrina.” Gripping her upper arms, he helped her to stand. “Make no mistake. You are mine.”
His cock pressed into her stomach, and he kissed the top of her head.
Damien’s tender touches would be her undoing.
“I’m going to fuck you from behind. You’ll be clear who has mastered you, Milady.”
Catrina was so far gone that she didn’t take exception to what he said.
“Brace yourself on the back of the couch.”
Yes.
She wanted this desperately.
With his assistance, she got into position.
Shocking her, her pussy instantly dampened.
The way he looked at her, touched her, let her know how much she meant to him created a dynamic she’d never had with anyone else.
“You’re wet for me.”
“Yes.”
Still, he toyed with her until she all but danced and whimpered, desperate for his possession. “Take me, Damien.”
She sighed when he guided his cockhead toward her, and she lifted up onto her toes to allow him greater access.
“Damien.”
“Patience, Milady.” Slowly, surely, he entered her, resisting her when she wriggled her hips backward. No matter what she tried, the annoying-as-hell Dominant remained in total control.
Finally, he clamped her hips in his strong hands, holding her steady while he drove into her.
She cried out when he was up to his balls in her pussy.
“That’s it. Scream for me.”
It was almost impossible not to with the way he fucked her, pulling out, thrusting in, filling her completely.
Her breaths became ragged.
“Hold on a little longer.”
She was not certain that was possible.
Trying to comply, she gripped a cushion, seeking purchase.
His claiming was full. Complete.
“Wait for it.”
Catrina dragged in gulps of air.
All of a sudden, he stopped moving.
He pulled out, and she turned her head. The curtain of her hair made it difficult to see exactly what he was doing, but she heard him squirt lube onto his hand.
“I’m not sure I’m ready for that.”
“When I fuck your ass, Catrina, I’ll make sure you are.”
She let her head fall forward again. So far, he’d given her nothing she couldn’t handle.
He inserted a slick finger in her anus.
Can I do this?
Knowing what to do, she forced herself to breathe, and she swayed gently, allowing him access.
“Now a second.”
She gasped. The insertion more than doubled the feeling of being stuffed full.
While she tried to adjust to his sensual act, he slid his dick back in her heated pussy. Her body shook as he simultaneously pounded her front and back. “Oh my God, Damien!”
Reality blurred as an impending orgasm—unlike anything she’d ever known—flared in her. She wasn’t sure how longer she could last, no matter what he demanded.
Then he reached around her to pinch her clit, and she screamed.
In a sensual wave, the climax crashed over her.
She bucked and cried, but as always, Damien was unyielding, riding her, forcing her to accept everything he offered.
Then, with a vicious curse, he dug his fingers deeper and called her name as he came.
The absolute force of his possession shattered her a second time.
The relief of finally being allowed to orgasm was short-lived.
Once the physical release subsided, its awful, implication-filled emotional residue clobbered her.
“Was the wait worth it?”
He gathered her hair and held it back, then he stroked her nape.
She’d never experienced anything so profound.
He’d devastated her, yet she ached to turn to him for comfort. How was she supposed to sort through everything that had happened between them?
When she’d decided to see Damien again, she’d be intrigued, curious to experience the things she put her subs through, but nothing could have prepared her for the stunning reality.
“Catrina?” he prompted.
Her first reaction was to fire off a smart-ass comment, but she was so out of control she couldn’t think of anything.
“Catrina?”
Words didn’t exist to explain what she was going through. “I…”
Quickly, he withdrew his spent cock and eased out his fingers before helping her up and turning her to face him. “Talk to me.”
“I’m good.” It was a lie, but one to protect herself while she sorted through her emotions.
“Let me draw you a bath.”
“Shouldn’t I be doing that for you?” Until now, she hadn’t considered that he might expect her to cook and clean for him. Wasn’t that part of what a sub was supposed to do? What did she really know beyond a Friday or Saturday night hook-up?
“I’m self-sufficient, Milady. I don’t need a housekeeper or personal chef. And I know my way around the grocery store. I even know how to operate all household appliances.”
“It’s unnerving how you do that. Read my mind.” See through me.
“Wish I could say that I had that kind of talent, but your face is expressive. You frowned after asking your question.”
He picked up the blanket and draped it around her again.
Snuggling into the softness, she followed him into the bedroom, and he invited her to select one of his T-shirts while he went into the bathroom.
“I thought you wanted to keep me naked.”
“Most of the time,” he called back over the sound of running water. “But I also don’t want you to catch a chill.”
Willing her hands to stop shaking, Catrina opened one of the drawers and selected a T-shirt from the bottom of the pile. She went with a soft, well-worn one, something that spoke of comfort.
After leaving the garment on the end of his bed, she joined him in the bathroom, where he’d discarded the condom and was just finishing washing his hands.
As he’d promised, the bathtub was filling with water, and inviting steam rose from the surface.
Before getting in, she hesitated.
“Something wrong?”
“I lost my hairclip.”
“I’ll be right with you.”
She wound her locks into a makeshift bun and piled it atop her head. The fix wouldn’t last long. And before it fell, he came back holding the clip triumphantly.
“I wasn’t sure where I left it.”
“Found it tangled with your stockings,” he admitted. “May I?”
She bent her head while he placed the clip. “You’re hired.”
“I could happily do little things for you all day.”
Their eyes met. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah.
Damien showered while she soaked.
Sharing the bathroom like this was unique for her, and she lay back and enjoyed the warmth and the fact he was so near.
Suddenly drained of energy, she relaxed and closed her eyes.
Since their first scene in the dungeon, he’d turned everything Catrina thought she knew about D/s relationships upside down.
The way he’d edged her then fucked her consumed her energy and left her utterly drained.
“Next time, I’ll shower before you drain the water heater,” he said.
Realizing she’d been lost in thought, she opened her eyes as she sat up.
Damien had wrapped a white towel around his hips. His raven-dark hair curled at his nape. Beads of water clung to his torso. Was there anything sexier? “I should apologize,” she said, “but this feels too wonderful for me to be sorry about your cold shower. I’m afraid my muscles would have been sore without the bath.”
He grinned. “I have an on-demand heater. My shower wasn’t cold. You can take as many baths as you want, as hot as you want them.”
“I may take you up on that.”
He grabbed a towel from the linen closet and wrapped her in it when she climbed out of the tub.
Although they hadn’t spent a lot of time together, she was already expecting him to hold her and give her a kiss, which he did after releasing the clip from her hair. The dichotomy he represented fascinated her. Strong and tough yet soothing and responsive.
In the bedroom, she reached for his T-shirt.
“I’ll keep you warm,” he said, plucking the material from her fingers and tossing it back where it was.
He was willing to go to bed this early? “We’re spending the night together?”
“There’s no sense in you driving home.”
Why hadn’t she thought this through?
She wasn’t sure she even had the energy to drive back home or ask Jeff to give her a ride into Winter Park where she could find a hotel room.
“I’d like you to stay.”
Her breath caught. Unaccountably, she wanted to be near Damien.
Her reaction shocked her, left her a little uncomfortable.
She always sent her boys home, so this was unique to her. Being in his bed, his arms…?
“You’ve behaved well enough for me not to cuff you to the headboard. And definitely well enough not to make me tie you to the footboard.”
“You wouldn’t.”
He shrugged. “No?”
She should know not to second-guess him. Maybe he meant it, or perhaps he was just teasing. Either way, he kept her off-balance. No doubt he did it intentionally.
“Never forget I’m a Dom, Catrina.”
How could I?
* * * *
“How was your lesson?”
“My…?” Catrina wiggled her upper body to better prop her bare shoulders against the headboard as she regarded Damien over the rim of her coffee cup.
Earlier, he’d awakened her by wafting the steam near her nose.
After he’d helped her to sit up and adjust the blankets around her, then he’d turned over the brew before heading for the shower.
She’d taken a sip and sighed in bliss. He’d made the coffee the way she liked, which meant it was strong enough to dissolve a spoon, and the bitterness had been tempered by the addition of a dollop of cream.
She wasn’t sure how long he’d been up. Long enough to dress in a pair of jeans and—God help her—nothing else.
Even if he hadn’t reminded her of the sex they’d had last night, the first sight of him would have brought it back. “I thought you weren’t a morning person,” she said, stalling, changing the subject, not really wanting to talk about what had happened.
“I was thinking of reinforcing it if you hadn’t learned it well.”
“Uhm…I’m good with that.”
He sat on the edge of the bed, near her. Too near.
“Are you?” he asked.
Knowing he wouldn’t be satisfied unless she gave him some input, she chose her words with care. “As you told me, being on the receiving end is much different than planning the scene.”
“Being subject to someone else’s whims?”
Angling her head, she looked at him. He’d certainly made his point about her trying to circumvent his command, and yet…
Being edged like that was the perfect punishment.
And the entire time, he’d been completely engaged with her. A spanking would have been faster and easier, for both of them.
Instead, he’d been creative, and she would always remember the way he’d watched her, ensuring she remained balanced on the brink of an orgasm but without actually climaxing.
His skill at reading her was awe-inspiring.
He’d shattered her so completely she was still picking up the pieces.
“Catrina?”
“This is definitely a learning experience. A growing one.”
“Anything specific you want to discuss?”
“Maybe later.” Maybe. “I’m processing it myself.”
“Just say the word.”
“Thank you.”
But he didn’t move. Instead, he remained in place, contemplating her.
“I woke up craving your pussy.”
Her heart slammed into overdrive.
“Holding you, letting you sleep because you seemed exhausted, even though that was the last thing I wanted. I had a hard-on most of the night.”
Had she ever known a man this revealing?
“After we scened, I took you from behind. This morning I want to watch your face as you cry out my name.”
She sucked in a breath.
“You screamed last night.”
“I didn’t.” Her hand shook so hard that the coffee sloshed.
With great deliberation, Damien moved to capture the drops with his thumb and pressed them against her lips.
Breathlessly, eyes wide as their gazes collided, she opened her mouth to lick off the sweetness.
It was a reminder of their temporary relationship and the sensual dynamic that existed between them. “I’m sure I didn’t,” she protested as she struggled for normalcy.
“You most certainly did. Your cries, the way you whimpered my name… Sweetest music I’ve ever heard.”
A shudder rippled through her.
Years ago, she’d longed for this kind of interaction with a man.
But her life had changed so much since then.
“More coffee?”
Grateful for the reprieve and a chance to reset, she finished her last sip, then handed over the empty cup. “Please.”
Before leaving the room, he pulled on a body-hugging athletic top.
When she was finally alone, she slipped from beneath the blankets to hurriedly donned the T-shirt she’d found in his closet yesterday.
Though it was long enough to cover her buttocks, it offered no protection against him or his potent demands.
Sounds of his strong footfalls reached her, and she dove back into the bed and drew up a sheet.
Two weeks.
Had she really agreed to that? Could she survive it?
In less than a day, she’d endured things she’d never dreamed possible.
And the orgasms, when he finally allowed them…? He’d left her completely destroyed.
Last night, after her bath, she’d been drained.
Then when he’d turned off the light, she’d held herself rigid, afraid she wouldn’t be able to find sleep in the bed of the man who’d Dominated her and given her an exquisite taste of submission.
But that was the last thought she’d had until she’d been awakened by the tantalizing scent of fresh-brewed coffee.
Moments later, he returned, and every part of her vibrated with awareness. Shocking her, just the sight of him aroused her.
His gaze on her in his ultra-focused way, he crossed the room.
“Take as much time as you want and need to relax. Have a shower, a bath. Sit outside in the sunshine if you want.”
And then…?
He offered her the coffee cup.
“Find me in my study when you’re ready. I have plenty in store for you.”
Their fingers glanced off one another’s as she accepted the offering.
“Such as…?” Do I even want to know? If he answered her, would she spend her time terrorized? But if he didn’t respond, her imagination might run away with her.
“I’ll tell you this much…” He leaned forward to tuck sleep-tousled hair behind her ear. “If you’re able to walk straight when I’m finished with you, I will have failed you.”
“I…”
“Get yourself ready, Catrina. But don’t take too long. If I have any hint that you’re stalling, things won’t go well for you…”