A Dom Is Forever (31 page)

She concentrated on the sensation. Fire and heat soaked her flesh, sinking in and spreading out. It traveled from the spot he’d struck and seemed to flash across her body, sending out all kinds of signals. Her pussy was wet and soft. Her toes curled. Her nipples peaked and ached for someone to touch her. Her mouth softened, ready for stimulation. She felt each slap from her head to her toes, a sensual dance that started with shocking pain and morphed into pleasure, arousal, peace.

Lee was suddenly on his knees. “Avery, are you all right? I asked you a question, and you didn’t answer. Was it too rough? Are you hurt? You’re crying. You have to say your safe word.”

His eyes were narrowed, concern on his handsome face. He brushed away a tear.

She gave him a frown. Why had he stopped? She’d been in a nice place. “I don’t want to say my safe word. Is it already over? I didn’t count thirty. That was barely nineteen.”

“Little brat likes her spanking.” He growled the words with a look of great relief. His fingers came up and skimmed her nipples. “Fuck, Avery. You like it a lot, don’t you? How wet is your pussy?”

He didn’t wait for an answer. He got up and smacked her ass again before his fingers delved between her legs. It was startling, enticing. She was suddenly thankful for the ropes or she might have fallen off the bench. Her pussy wasn’t just wet. It was primed and ready for anything. One little touch made her quiver, want more.

“You’re wet, baby.” One hand was between her legs, his fingers sliding along her pussy while the other smacked her ass just where her thighs met her butt. Avery squirmed because the dual sensations were bringing her out of that peaceful, almost
floaty
place. It was bringing her to a place where she wanted so much more. “This pussy is so fucking wet. This pussy is just begging me.”

Another slap and she felt a finger slip inside. It wasn’t what she really wanted. She wanted his cock, but she would take what she could get. Oh, she wanted to ride that finger, but he’d tied her down and the way the bench slanted made it hard for her to move her hips.

Smack.
His thick finger sat just inside her vaginal walls, tempting her, teasing her. “Oh, does my bratty little sub not like her restraints anymore? Tell me what you want to do right now. I see the way you’re wiggling.”
Smack.

She kind of wanted to smack him because he was making her crazy. Now every nerve in her body was focused on that finger sitting inside her pussy when it should be moving.

Smack. Smack.
Two hard ones that made her squeal. “Tell me. What would you do if you weren’t restrained? If you don’t tell me, I’ll stop what I’m doing to your pussy.”

She thought about very politely telling him she would likely attempt to bring herself to a nice orgasm by using his finger as a sexual aid. And that would so get her in trouble. Lee liked it when she talked dirty, and somehow when she was with him even the dirtiest things seemed like caring. “I would fuck your finger, Sir. I want to so badly. Please, I need more.”

Another smack, this one softer. “That’s my girl.” His voice was pure dark chocolate and filled with approval. And his finger slipped inside deeper. “Good girls get fucked, baby. Girls who are brave enough to say what they want get it.”

He kept up the smacks, but all of her focus was on her pussy as a second finger joined the first. It still wasn’t enough. It didn’t come close to how thick and hard his cock was, but she would take it. She wiggled as much as she could, trying to bring him in further. His thumb slipped down and started making long, slow, tortuously good circles around her clit. The pain and pleasure morphed into one gloriously full symphony. It didn’t take long before every cell in her body was straining toward orgasm. All that mattered was getting there.

“Thirty,” Lee said, his voice deep. “Your punishment is over, but don’t think for a second I’m done with you yet.”

But it seemed he was done. His fingers came out of her pussy. She heard her own low moan at the loss. She’d been so, so close. This really was punishment of the worst kind.

Lee knelt down and started to work her loose. His hands worked quickly, nearly tearing at her bindings. “Don’t get upset, Avery. I told you I’m not done. I just won’t do it here. One day we can fuck all you like in public, but I’m not comfortable with it yet. I want you all to myself.”

Her backside was sore as he pulled her off the bench, but she let her arms drift up, clinging to him. She cuddled against him. She didn’t care if her bottom was sore because her pussy wouldn’t be empty for long.

And her heart was completely full.

Liam gently kicked open the door to the privacy room he’d set up earlier today. He’d had plenty of time to prepare since she’d canceled their lunch date. He could admit he’d thought a lot about punishing her for that. The good news was she’d given him another reason to spank that gorgeous ass of hers.

And she’d responded more beautifully than he could have imagined. Her pussy had been soaking wet. A single slip of his thumb over her clit and she would have gone off like a rocket. He’d been tempted to do it just to see how hard he could make her come in front of an audience.

But he was a greedy bastard, and he wanted her all to himself. It had been a little fun to show her off, but he wanted her alone so those little sounds she made would be all his.

The room contained a king-sized bed, a dresser, and a nightstand. He’d stocked the room himself, making sure he had everything they would need. The bed had a nice firm mattress and several hooks to tie a sub to. The whole room was built for bondage play. Under the bed was stashed a spreader bar that would go between her ankles and keep her exposed for his pleasure. He could keep her here all night and then maybe he wouldn’t have to worry about her walking back into the lion’s den tomorrow.

“Get on your knees, baby.” He had plans for her mouth. He slammed the door shut behind him. His cock pulsed in his leathers. She’d been so perfect once she’d made the decision to submit. He’d watched her go from timid to a woman who practically demanded her satisfaction and who didn’t care who watched or what they thought.

He’d never felt as aware of a woman as he did this one. And he was done lying to himself. He’d never wanted one the way he wanted Avery.

The room was lit with only soft candle-like light. Like everything in The Garden, it seemed to be organic as though it flowed from the walls itself. That soft amber light made Avery’s skin look so warm and soft that he was almost sure he could sink into her and never have to come back to the real world. Her dark hair tumbled around her shoulders, curling gently. He stopped and stared for a moment. He’d never imagined he would actually get her naked in front of a crowd. He’d expected her to take her spanking with that corset on. He’d meant to teach her a lesson and had prepared himself to spank her lightly. She would have felt it, but there was no way he would have spanked her hard when he knew bloody well she couldn’t find her subspace while she was trying to keep herself balanced. But she hadn’t taken his bait. She’d taught him the lesson that she was stronger than he’d imagined. Now he took in the sight of her breasts. So full and round. He’d adored the way her tits had bounced with every slap to her ass.

She was even hotter with a sexy smile on her face as she held out a hand so she could get to the ground.

He was a bastard. She still struggled with balance and here he was practically shoving her to the floor and forcing her to take his cock.

“Are you going to help me, Sir?” She stood there waiting. He’d been trying to train her to wait for his help. She was reaching for him in a way she hadn’t before.

Guilt hit his gut. He was training her for a life he couldn’t live with her. What was she doing? Did she really only want him for sex or did she need more? Could he give her more? “Are you really all right? I was rough on you out there. Maybe you should rest.”

Even in the dim light he could see her flush, but she stood her ground. “Don’t you dare act like that. I’m not an invalid. Don’t treat me like I am. I can’t deal with you thinking about me that way, Lee.”

She wouldn’t have found her sexuality without him. He wasn’t doing anything to hurt her, and she wasn’t weak. She was strong as hell. He took her hand. “You’re not an invalid, Avery. Now get on your knees or you’ll get another spanking.”

She took his hand, seemingly happy with his reaction. “I don’t think that’s much of a punishment, Sir. I rather liked the spanking part, though I think I’ll be sore tomorrow.”

And every time she felt that soreness, she would remember how he’d placed the flat of his hand on her ass, how he’d tortured her, worshipped her. “It will be punishment when I withhold your orgasm a couple of dozen times. Think about that when you turn your smart mouth on me. I’ll tie you down and get you so hot you can’t stand it, and then I’ll stop and wait until you calm down and start all over again. I’ll have you begging for it.”

“That is much worse than the spanking,” she admitted, though she smiled as he helped her to her knees. Her eyes lit up as she settled in. “What is it you want me to do, Sir?”

She was staring right at his erection, the little vixen. She knew what he wanted. She knew how much he wanted it. And he was in a mood to shake things up a little. He could deny himself for a few minutes in order to teach her who was in charge.

Because he so wasn’t the boss anywhere else. He was rapidly becoming her lapdog, following after her and making sure she was safe. So this was the only real place he had control. He wasn’t about to give it up.

He took a step back. “Lean forward. Get on all fours and spread your legs wide.”

He loved the way her eyes flared and her mouth became a sweet little
O
before she did as he commanded and got to her hands and knees.

“Stay that way.” He walked to the dresser. He’d always known he was going to start training her ass tonight. It wasn’t punishment. It was necessary. He pulled out the small plug he’d sterilized and the lube he bought for her.

He turned and was fascinated by the way she waited for him. Even without seeing her face, he would guess that there was a look of anticipation there. It was in how she held her spine and the way her shoulders squared. He got to his knees behind her. He couldn’t help himself. He ran a hand down her spine, feeling the scars there. That spine had been broken and splintered and put back together, weaker than before, but the woman who it held up had been made so strong from the incident. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to the base of her spine, silently thanking the universe for whatever had saved her.

He laid the plug on the small of her back. “Don’t move, baby. This is going to be a little cool on your skin, but I promise it will warm up fast.” He spread her cheeks and dribbled lube right on her asshole.

She shivered but didn’t move. “Are you doing what I think you’re doing? Because I’m pretty sure you told me that was punishment, and I already took my punishment.”

“This isn’t punishment, baby. This is prep work.”

“You say potato,” she began.

He bit back a laugh. “I told you I would take your ass, but not until I’ve prepared it. I’m going to take care of you.” He lubed up the plug and placed it right at the rosette of her ass. His cock jumped just thinking about taking her there. She would be so tight. She would squeeze him. She would try to keep him out, but he would take her and make her love it.

Avery whimpered a little. “It feels weird.”

“But it doesn’t hurt?”

“No. It doesn’t hurt. It just feels weird.”

Her asshole clenched, but he played around the rim, teasing her open. He fucked the plug against her ass, gaining an inch and retreating, forcing her to relax and open up to him. Over and over he pressed in and pulled out gently, watching as she settled down and stopped fighting. Her cheeks were already almost back to her normal color. Just a hint of pink. He’d been gentle enough for her first time. Later he could get rougher as they found the boundaries of what worked to send her into subspace or pleasure the fastest.

What was he doing? He was still thinking in terms of the future, and it might all be over tomorrow or next week. He couldn’t stand the thought of not being the one to hold her hand as she explored this lifestyle. She needed it. She was naturally submissive and without a strong Dom, men would take advantage of her. She had to be trained to value herself, to stand up for herself even against him. He’d never really thought about it before, but he wanted a partner, someone he could lean on, too. Avery was that woman. He wouldn’t find another woman who moved him this way.

The plug slid in, burying itself between her cheeks the way his cock would find its way home one day.

Avery sighed as he let her cheeks go. “That’s not bad at all.”

“Well, it’s a small plug. I’m a little bigger,” he admitted. “But we’ll work our way up.” If he was still here. He leaned over and kissed her cheeks. Her skin was so silky and smooth. “How do you feel?”

Now that he had her alone, he could take his time, reveling in the joy of being with her. The minute he’d closed the door he felt like he’d shed some of his mask, the one he wore every day, even around his friends. Alex had been right. He kind of liked the person he was when he was with her, even if it was temporary and false.

“I feel deeply unsatisfied.” Her ass wiggled just a little. She could be such an adorable brat if he let her.

He smacked her ass lightly. “I was talking about your backside.”

“My backside is fine, and now it’s a little full. I was hoping my pussy would get a similar treatment.”

Not just yet. He got to his feet and untied his leathers, setting his cock free. “You’re going to earn that, baby. Get on your knees and be very careful. Don’t lose that plug. Hold those cheeks together and keep it in while you take care of me.”

He helped her up, a little grin crossing his face as she winced, obviously trying to keep the plug in. His cock jumped at the sight of her. She looked primitive and tempting on her knees, waiting for his command. His cock pointed toward her as though the bloody thing knew exactly where it wanted to be.