Mine

6. Salt

SIX

SALT

Pepper’s dress slid up her thighs, giving me a peek at her panties before she reached down to adjust it. I swatted her hand away with a tsk. “No,” I said. “You won’t hide yourself from me.”

Her brown eyes widened, cheeks flaming cherry red.

For many reasons, I agreed with her. We’d lost our minds, this was a bad idea, and we weren’t right for each other.

But the chemistry between us was corrosive—eating us alive with every second that passed. I needed her.

“Lift your skirt up,” I demanded.

“No,” she quipped.

“Then I’ll leave.” I started to turn, but she quickly sat up, grabbing my hand.

“Stop, stop,” she said quickly. “Don’t go. I’m not used to being told what to do.”

I spun around and lunged onto the bed, enjoying her scream as I pinned her beneath me. My face hovered above hers, her body going still. “We don’t have time for you to be a brat tonight,” I said. “If you want to do this again, then we’ll find another time for you to try and disobey. Understood?”

“Yes,” she rasped.

I guided her arms above her head, holding her wrists together with one hand while I looked down over her body. She didn't like to be looked at this way. It made her uncomfortable. And I enjoyed watching her squirm.

It infuriated me that she didn't see herself the way I did. She didn't see how beautiful she was. Clearly, her ex-husband had done a number on her. It only made me want to show her that this type of hunger—this type of carnal desperation—wasn't wrong . In fact, it was normal.

I could safely say that kink, just like music, changed my life. Because of BDSM, I was able to engage and do things to other people in a way that didn't actually harm them.

Just like Pepper had always been masochistic, I’d always been sadistic.

I straddled her hips, studying every inch of her. The way her dark hair splayed out over the sheets, save for the silver highlights that framed her face. The countless freckles, like stars I wanted to taste. She shivered and I placed my hand on her chest, feeling her heart beat wildly, like a bird attempting to flee its cage. That's what she was—a caged bird, frantic to be free.

I liked knowing that only I held the key.

She swallowed audibly. “You’re so hard.”

I looked down at myself. My cock strained against my pants. I’d been hard for a while now, but my focus was on her.

And the way her pretty brown eyes glazed over with pure lust.

She craved corruption.

I craved corrupting her. Ruining her. Fucking her until she begged and cried and came over and over.

“Are you going to behave?” I asked her.

“I’ll certainly try.”

I kept my expression serious, but amusement flared. She kept making me laugh. It was a problem, because I liked people who could make me laugh.

She bucked her hips impatiently beneath me. “Cold feet? Scared of me?”

“No,” I snorted.

I needed days with her, not one night. It wouldn’t be enough.

I swooped down and bit her bottom lip. She squealed, shock eclipsing her bratty expression as I slid off her and then off the bed. I circled back to the foot, overlooking her like a king.

“Lift your fucking dress,” I demanded. “Now.”

Her pink tongue darted over the bite mark, lips swollen now. She reached down and grabbed the hem, pulling it up with clear discomfort.

“I didn’t expect someone to come home with me,” she whispered.

I ignored the self-depreciation. “The panties are coming off anyway,” I said. “Why do you think wearing something comfortable would stop me from fucking you senseless? Take them off.”

Her brows pulled together as she reached down, pulling them off quickly and tossing them to the floor. Her thighs immediately clamped shut, an attempt to hide herself from me.

“Spread them,” I commanded.

“Spread…”

“Spread your legs.”

She swallowed hard. “I don’t like being looked at like this.”

“Pepper,” I said sharply. “I don’t care. If you don’t show me your pussy right now, then I’ll force you to.”

When she didn’t immediately spread her fucking thighs, a laugh bubbled up from me. I was going to have to make her, I realized.

“What’s your safe word?” I asked her.

“Red.”

I grabbed my belt buckle and undid it quickly, pulling the strip of leather free. She gasped as I jumped back onto the bed and grabbed her hips, forcing her to roll over. She kicked back at me and missed, her yelp echoing through her room as she struggled against me.

My cock raged. Her fighting me was only turning me on more. I shoved her face into the blankets and hauled her ass over my lap, pulling her to the edge of the bed so I could balance her over my knee. Despite her squirming, she was no match for my strength.

She fought hard. I grunted as her nails raked down my arm, her cries growing louder as I slapped her ass with my belt.

A shriek pierced my ears, her body freezing.

I spanked her again, the leather snapping against her ass. She bucked, a series of curses tumbling from her lips.

“Is this what you want?” I growled, bringing the belt down again. Pepper screamed, still struggling. Fighting. Making my cock throb in a way that was going to be the death of me. “Being punished like a little brat, spanked and forced into submission. Fucking answer me. Now.”

“Yes,” she sobbed, reaching back to try and block the next spanking. I shoved her hand away, bringing the belt down. “ Fuck ! Fuck you!”

I pushed two fingers against her pussy. A haughty laugh escaped me. I knew she was turned on, but it was beyond satisfying to feel how wet her cunt was. I slid my fingers to her clit, using her wetness to tease her. “You’re fucking soaked. This pretty little cunt is dripping for me.”

I was trying to be a good Dom. I was trying to take this slow. I didn’t want to drop her into the middle of a situation that would scare her or harm her.

But she was making the most delicious sounds.

Another sob loosened in her chest. I paused, but I didn’t stop. I had to trust that she would use her safe word.

She’d made a promise.

I’d made a promise, too.

I spread my hand and spanked each asscheek repeatedly until her skin blossomed bright red, the blood coming to the surface along with heat. Angry streaks were left from the belt, but I wanted more.

She’d gone still, her body draping over me in acceptance.

Submission .

“Fuck,” I whispered to myself.

I savored it for a moment. Just a second. Long enough to recenter myself internally. I brought the belt strap down again, her cries ringing over and over with each spanking, until I felt her trembling and her ass was thoroughly marked. I dropped the belt, running my fingertips over her soaked slit.

“God, you’re a slut,” I whispered.

She sucked in a breath as I pulled my hand away. “ No .”

“No?”

Her hips moved, begging for more.

“Use your words,” I growled.

“I want you to touch me… there.”

“Where?”

“ There .”

I waited for her to actually say it. Because this was silly. We were adults, consenting adults, and I wanted her to use adult language. Finally, she looked over her shoulder and glared daggers.

“I want you to touch my pussy.”

“Good girl,” I praised, rubbing her ass gently. “Was that so hard?”

Every muscle tensed. “Yes.”

I swept her hair out of her face and slid her off my lap to her knees. She looked up at me, mascara streaking down her cheeks. Fuck. My cock pulsed in response.

My imagination was running wild. The things I wanted to do with her. To her.

“Fuck,” I mumbled, wiping her face gently. “Are you okay?”

“I didn’t use my word, did I?” she asked, grabbing my hand. I paused, letting her guide it until she brought my fingers to her mouth.

“That’s not the point of this type of power exchange,” I whispered, my voice gravelly. “If you say your safe word, then everything stops. Because it’s for your safety. So you don’t get hurt. I don’t want to harm you.”

“You’re not harming me.”

She swiped her tongue over the same fingers that’d just been touching her pussy.

“I want you,” she said. “I brought you home with me, remember?”

My cock jumped as she sucked my fingers. It was a pleasant surprise. I cradled the back of her head with my free hand, holding her in place as I shoved my fingers deeper. She moaned, her eyes rolling back as I pushed them to the back of her throat, but she wasn’t gagging yet.

I felt her muscles seize and drew my fingers back, hooking her cheek.

“You are too fucking sexy,” I said.

Her breaths were rapid. “I want more.”

“I know.” Me too. “Take off all your clothes.”

She tucked her hair behind her ear and then lifted her dress, pulling it free. All that was left now was her bra. I drank in every inch of her from her soft thighs to her stomach and hips to her full breasts as she got rid of the bra too. She sat naked in front of me, kneeling on the floor, her pussy wet and needy, her gaze raking me over coals of lust.

“What about you?” she asked curiously.

“You don’t worry about me. For once, you don’t need to worry about anyone else.”

Her shoulders finally relaxed as she let my words soak in. I closed the distance between us, crushing her mouth against mine. She moaned softly as she took our kiss deeper, her tongue fighting against mine until she truly gave up control.

It was taking every ounce of restraint not to undo my fly, put her on the bed, and fuck her. My cock raged, all my blood flowing directly toward it. I wanted to fuck her endlessly, but I wanted to take my time. I didn’t know if there would be another moment like this with her, and so I wasn’t going to rush it.

Her arms wound around my neck. I grunted and lifted her, pulling her legs around my waist. The heat of her pussy rested against my straining cock, her hips rocking as she held onto me, grinding against me.

Fuck.

Maybe I couldn’t be patient. Fuck, maybe I wasn’t as well-behaved as I’d believed. I wrapped my arms around her, covering her mouth as I drew us to the center of the bed. “I can’t take this anymore,” I growled.

“ What are you ?—”

I flipped her around, her ass pressing against my cock, still muffling her with one hand while the other slid over her pussy.

Pepper whimpered, pushing her ass back against me as I slid two fingers against her clit. Her muscles strained, her voice lost as I pinned her leg with mine, trapping her while I rubbed her clit in quick circles.

“You’re going to come for me.”

“ No .”

“Yes,” I snarled.

Her whimpers vibrated against me as I pressed my lips to her ear. “You’re mine,” I rasped. “Mine to fuck and mine to play with. Mine to make come over and over again until you're my perfect little mess.”

She bucked, fighting the pleasure. Fuck, she was fighting it, her whimpers and moans growing louder. I strained to keep her under control, my muscles rippling as I held her down.

“Your pleasure is my gift to you,” I growled. “You’re going to come for me even if you don’t want to. I don’t care what you want. Only what I want, and that’s for you to come on my fingers.”

I kept circling her clit and then dipped two fingers inside of her, holding tight as she stiffened against me, a longer moan drawn out as I started to fuck her with them. Even with how wet she was, she was still tight, milking my fingers with her silky cunt. I added a third, the wet vulgar noises echoing through her bedroom.

I brought my hand at her mouth to her throat, her shout making my ears ring as I wrestled her, driving her further and further to the edge.

“No,” she sobbed. “I feel like I’m going to pee?—”

“I’m not stopping,” I growled.

“No, no, no?—”

I kept going. Was she going to squirt? I wanted her to. I wanted that to happen more than anything else.

“No! I don’t want to! I don’t want to,” she cried. “ Fuck !”

Her body arched like a bow, her strangled gasp lost as I forced her to come. Hot liquid gushed over my hand, and fuck?—

Blinding light followed as I came in my pants, unable to stop myself after making her squirt. I cursed, shaking against her as my cum wet my jeans, my cock bursting at the seams.

“Fuck,” I rasped. “ Pepper .”

She melted against me, both of us panting. I couldn’t think straight. I closed my eyes, my head spinning.

“Oh my god,” she squeaked. “Did I just?—”

“That wasn’t piss, baby. You squirted,” I said, tightening my arms around her before she could roll away. “ Stay .”

It was a command. Pepper went still, her body stiff for a few seconds before she seemed to accept that I wasn’t letting her go.

“Did you come just now?” she whispered.

“Yes. Making you squirt made me come in my pants,” I gritted out.

“Oh.”

I hadn’t seen that coming. Maybe I should have, given how hard I’d been for so long, but it was her that sent me over the edge. I thought about her begging, and then frowned.

CNC was something I thoroughly enjoyed, but without fail, there was always a rush of concern that came after. Did I hurt her? Did I actually harm her? Did I do anything wrong? What if?—

“Are you okay?” I asked, my eyes flying open.

“Yes,” she said. “I’m more than okay.”

My worries eased a fraction. “Good. You said no a lot.”

“I thought that was part of CNC?”

“Well, it is. That doesn’t mean I don’t feel worried.”

“Oh. That makes sense. I’ve never… squirted before.”

I closed my eyes and pressed my face against her hair. Her scent was smokey and addicting, making my mouth water. “Well, I’ve never come in my pants from making someone squirt before.”

Her soft laugh made me smile.

“Salt.”

“Yes?”

She turned slightly, looking over her shoulder at me. “I want to see your tattoos. Please. I’ll be good for you.”

My cock perked up at that promise.

“I’m just curious about how many you have.”

Amused, I nodded and rolled over onto my back, watching her through slanted eyes as she sat up, and then looked down at herself.

Her cheeks were flushed, her hair mussed. “I made a mess. I should clean up.”

“We’ll clean up after I fuck you a few times.”

Pink brightened her face. “Oh. Okay.”

“Take off my clothes, Pepper.”

She hesitated for a moment, but then her head tilted. Her fingers grazed over my jeans until they met the button. She unzipped me and then unbuttoned them. I lifted my hips so she could pull them down, taking my boxers too. Her mouth dropped as my cock sprang free, slick with cum.

“Fuck,” she whispered, her tongue darting over her bottom lip.

“You can taste me if you want,” I whispered.

Her hand hovered over my cock for a moment, but then she slid her fingers around me gently. Tentative. I sucked in a breath from her touch, my heart pounding.

“This would kill me,” she mumbled, giving me a stroke.

“Pepper,” I gritted out. “Suck my fucking cock.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Fuck. Fuck me. I propped myself up and watched as she lowered her lips to the head, that sweet tongue brushing the tip. I shivered, fighting every instinct that told me to grab a fistful of her hair and face fuck her.

Not yet. I liked watching her explore me. I liked seeing the light of discovery on her face as she did things she’d never done before.

This was one of my favorite things about sex and kink. The release of societal expectations, the giving in to pure desire. The trust that would bind us together.

Her eyes lifted to mine as she slowly took me into her mouth.

Fuck. She looked at me like I was the center of the universe. I was trapped in her brown eyes, my cock jerking against her tongue as she took me deeper.

I ground my teeth together, my fingers gripping the blankets. She started to suck me, her eyes watering as she tried to take me deep. Patience. Patience. Fucking patience. That word kept drilling in my head as I made myself still, allowing her to find her rhythm.

“Good girl,” I praised. “Fuck. You feel so good.”

She pulled off for a moment. “Am I bad at this?”

“No,” I growled. “Keep sucking me, Pepper, before I fuck your throat without mercy.”