Chapter Nine
Daisy ran, sprinting toward the dungeon floor, dragging air
into her lungs and letting the high of adrenaline flood her system.
She wasn’t afraid of him. Not in any way.
Well, not physically. Physically all he would do was make
her ache before he gave her everything she wanted.
Her heart, though. Damn. Her heart was already his, and she
wondered if it hadn’t always been. He’d talked about the awkward girl she’d
been and how she’d followed him around. She had. When she’d learned he was
coming to Dallas, a part of her had wondered if it was their time.
He was here now, and he seemed to want her.
She was trouble, but she never meant for bad things to
happen. She’d helped a lot of people with her misadventures. Her mother often
talked about the world always trying to find balance. What if the universe had
sent her a big Aussie hunk to balance out the bad stuff?
The fight with her family was sitting in her head, but for
now she banished it because she was a sweet sub being chased by a brute of a
man who was going to inevitably capture her and fuck her senseless. All she had
to worry about right now was how many orgasms she would get and how much he
would make her pay for each and every one.
As ploys to get her out of her own head went, he’d come up
with a winner.
She found her way onto what was obviously the dungeon floor.
If they’d been doing this at The Hideout, she would likely have already run out
of running space, but Sanctum seemed massive and she was only on the second
floor. She sprinted into the shadows. There were some lights on the floor
tracing the paths around the scene spaces and stages. The lounge had been lit
with low, sexy lighting. She hadn’t appreciated it, nor had she truly taken in
the surroundings. She’d simply been waiting for Nate to give her the go-ahead
to head up to the apartment her uncle had explained he’d had built because some
“fucker” always needed a place to stay.
Her uncle had a way with words.
Nate did, too.
I learned how to shove the beast that lives in me way
down or I scare folks. But you bring it out.
The words had worked some magic on her. She’d never been the
girl a guy was crazy about. Except for the stalker in college her da had talked
to and explained Daisy wasn’t interested in.
Her father had always been there for her. Would he still be?
And she always wondered what he’d said to Carl since the
dude left all his classes to become a ski instructor. She was pretty sure he’d
never skied before because he was from Mississippi.
Actually, now that she thought about it, no one heard from
Carl again.
“This only ends one way, Daisy.”
She needed to get her head into this ridiculously hot game
of his. She wasn’t thinking about anything but him tonight.
Nate thought they could work. Maybe it could. At least for a
while.
Daisy found herself in one of the scene spaces. There was a
big desk and some bookcases. Office play. It gave her a place to hide. She
ducked under the desk as she felt the hardwoods under her move slightly.
He was so big, she could feel it when he was walking toward
her.
Big and safe and gorgeous. And he was stalking her. He was a
beast for her.
“You want to know how it ends?”
She was pretty sure it ended in her taking a massive Aussie
cock and screaming out his name, and they might not even get around to dinner
tonight.
“It ends with me inside you.” His voice was low and slightly
menacing in the twilight glow from the ground lights. “That’s the way it’s
always going to end, but don’t think you’re not inside me, too. I think you
might have been in there all along.”
She stood up, frowning his way. “Well, now I don’t want to
run from you. You’re supposed to be a beast.”
The grin he gave her was so feral. “Oh, I’m a beast. And now
I have you.”
She took off again because she wasn’t finished with this
game. What had he said? He’d felt numb? Had she felt the same, going through
her days with only the hope she’d find a place? She didn’t feel numb now. She
felt more alive than she’d ever been before. She raced past the main stage. If
she could get to the stairs, she was sure she would find the privacy rooms.
A big arm clotheslined her, plucking her right out of the
air.
“Got you,” he whispered as he held her tight against his
chest.
He carried her off like she weighed nothing at all. Her feet
were dangling above the floor. “Nathan, let me down now.”
She didn’t mean it, but the play was beyond exciting. Being
picked up by him, manhandled wildly, sent her into arousal like nothing she’d
felt before. The night they’d spent together had been amazing but controlled.
There was a wildness to him that brought it out in her.
In Saint Daisy. In Ditzy Daisy. In Daisy, the Chaosbringer.
She felt like a new version of herself.
She’d been in scenes before, but nothing like what she did
with Nate. With Nate there was fantasy, exploration.
“Not on your life. I told you. You made your choice, and
you’ll have to live with it. This is part of living with it, Dais.” He set her
down in the office space. “And you owe me, sub. Do you understand the heart
attack you nearly gave me? First you leave our bed…”
He was rewriting history, and she wasn’t going to have it.
“I didn’t know it was our bed. I thought I left the space we had agreed to play
in for a brief period of time.”
He growled her way. It was the sexiest sound.
“Well, it wasn’t like we signed a contract. You should tell
the next sub you’re claiming her.” She knew she was being a brat, but he hadn’t
even spanked her yet.
The heat in his eyes let her know he was up for it. His hand
came out, circling her throat. It would have been menacing coming from anyone
else. From anyone else, she would worry. From him she simply allowed herself to
be pinned to the wall behind her, to feel how he could circle her whole neck
with one hand. She let her body react to this man who somewhere deep down she
recognized as her mate.
He was right about one thing. She did know him. They weren’t
starting from scratch.
Were they simply following fate?
His gorgeous face loomed over her, eyes practically glowing
in the dark. “I already claimed you, sub. Do you want to question my rights?”
Her nipples were so tight as his body brushed against hers.
“Your rights to what, Sir?”
“My rights to your body. To every inch of you. To your mouth
and your breasts. My rights to have your legs wrapped around my waist while I
shove my cock into its home. Your pussy, love. I’m definitely claiming rights
to that. You should know I’m going to be the one scaring off all the Doms from
here on out.”
“Because I’m yours.” She was. She was his. Maybe she’d
always been his, always would be, and this was the magical moment in her life
when he was hers, too.
“Because you are fucking mine.” His mouth came down on hers,
and she felt devoured in the best possible way. His tongue surged inside as he
released her neck in favor of pinning her between the wall and his massive,
muscular body. “Say it again, Dais.”
He was a greedy Dom. He wanted everything she had and
wouldn’t accept less.
She was supposed to fight him, but her arms found his waist
and tugged at the shirt he wore. It needed to go. The need to touch him was a
desperate thing. A hunger she couldn’t deny.
He pulled back slightly and stared down at her. “You want
the shirt?”
She nodded.
Nate took the sides of the neck of the shirt and ripped it
off, the sound of fabric tearing sending a thrill through her.
It was dumb because she knew he could have easily pulled it
over his head. Instead he dragged it off, and it was a useless thing. Like the
shirt wasn’t important because she wanted something. She wanted him naked, and
he would give it to her no matter the cost.
It made it easy for her to rip open her own blouse, the
buttons pinging against the floor as they scattered around the dungeon. She
tossed it aside, not caring where the fuck it went.
This was their paradise, and nothing could touch them here.
And she liked this game. Nate was staring at her, and she
didn’t like how sure he was of himself. So she ran away again.
He caught her in moments and dragged her to the medical
playroom, ripping her bra off and throwing it behind him.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered as he lifted her up.
And up. She’d thought he was planning on taking her lips, but instead he forced
her higher so he could suck a nipple into his mouth. He licked her nipple and
sucked and then gave her a nip that had her writhing against him before
switching to the other breast and torturing it, too.
He let her slide down his body, setting her on her feet. “No
more running, Dais.”
But she was feeling every bit as savage as he’d claimed to
be. “You want me, Nate. Earn me.”
She took off again, but he was on her in a second, dragging
her to the ground. He pinned her to the floor.
“I’ll teach you not to run from me, sub.” One hand stayed
holding her to the ground while the other ran up her leg, under her skirt. He
cupped her ass, giving her a squeeze. “But first, I’m going to make sure you’re
with me.”
“Of course I’m with you.” Where did he think she was?
Then she understood because his hand slipped between her
legs and under the edge of her panties, one big finger sliding easily over her
pussy. A low groan came from his chest. “That’s what I want. I want you hot and
wet and fucking ready.”
She was. The need for sex was driving her. The need for him.
“I’m ready. I’m so ready, Nate.”
“And yet, you still have a lesson to learn.” His voice had
gone deliciously dominant as the hand that had softly stroked her withdrew, and
she felt cool air on her legs as he shoved the skirt over her waist, exposing
her. “These are going to have to go.”
He dragged the underwear down, but only to trap her thighs,
holding her legs closed as he forced her ass into the air.