Dominion Trust Series - Vol.1 (113 page)

“I’d keep you like this all the time, if I could. You look so fucking gorgeous, Kirsten.”

His hands caressed her as he circled her, fingertips stroking the sensitive underarms, making her catch her lip between her teeth, his palm gently kneading the throbbing of first one breast, then the other. He’d rub his knuckles across her aching nipples, making her gasp before passing around behind her. His strong hands took hold of her hips, leaving no doubt in his mind where his gaze had fallen.

“Not enough color, bad girl.” Lips pressed soft kisses of promise along the line of her shoulder. “After this, you’re getting a spanking. I’m going to take my time with it too. You’ll kneel on the bed for me and wait. I want your bottom facing the door, and when that door opens you’ll put your face to the mattress. Can you still do that with your belly?”

His hand reached around and stroked over the full curve of it.

She drew in a quick, shaky breath, trying to ignore the dark stain she was sure was growing on the towel below her.

“I think I can, Sir.”

“Good.”

His hands eased up over the slope of her belly, leaving her skin tingling in their wake, and lifted her breasts. Slowly, so slowly, he squeezed them. He was gentle with it, but the message was unmistakable.

Mine. All of it.

And she’d ceased trying to argue against the truth of it, against the truth of the way she moaned, her head falling back as he softly pinched her hard nipples, rolling them slowly, agonizingly, between his fingers, making her whole body tremble. She knew he wanted to do so much more to them, make them hurt just the way he knew she liked — and part of her would only encourage him to do it, to do his worst. But they were both mindful of what Tom told them. Taking it easy with the nipple stimulation was the smart thing to do.

Dammit.

At least it meant her husband couldn’t take the flogger to her breasts anymore.

She tried to ignore the twinge of twisted regret she felt at that knowledge.

Unfortunately, his fingers, lips, and tongue were deadlier to her self-control than any implement ever could be.

His clever fingers traced the surrounds of her nipples, stroking, milking the hard tips with knowing, devastating effectiveness.

“Oh God, Keihl…”

“Soon,” he murmured, giving her nipples a pinch, just enough delicious pain to make her breath hitch, her body spasm.

Evil man.

He moved to stand in front of her once more, his finger lifting her chin so she could look upon him, her face burning.

“Every time I see you like this, I see why some men like to keep their wives pregnant.”

He leaned forward and kissed her, his soft touch lingering, his tongue searching just inside her lips. His growl penetrated down to the core of her body, a vibration that reverberated through her now soaked pussy, her clit and nipples seemingly connected by pathways of intense pleasure.

Keihl drew back enough to lock eyes with her once again. “You’ve never, in all the days I’ve known you, looked more beautiful than you do right now.”

His words flooded through her, filling her with a warmth far more profound than she could explain. Though she couldn’t help but be embarrassed at the way he compelled her to display her naked body, hiding nothing from his possessive gaze, that knowledge that he still found all of it, found all of
her
, desirable… it made it all the sweeter.

Though it was still a trial, obeying him in this way, it was torture she feared and craved in equal measure, a test of sorts, something that showed how far she’d come as his submissive, his slave, his possession.

And a taste of how far she still wanted to go.

“Now, be still, girl.”

The cold spread over the crown of her belly, making her gasp. It was always that way. No matter how ready she thought she was, the feel of it was always a shock.

He coated her whole belly with the lotion, rubbing it in slowly, his touch as gentle as it was possessive. Every time he rubbed her down, she felt ever more his possession, his in all ways.

His girl.

“Such a good girl,” he murmured as she rose to her knees without prompting, allowing him to coat her lower belly in the cold lotion, his strong hands coursing over her skin, touching every inch, marking her as his beloved, owned property. It was more than loving, it drew her deeper into herself, safe in the knowledge that this wonderful, fierce, loving man would protect her always.

Protect
them
always.

His fingers lingered along the under curve of her belly, rubbing the lotion in lower and lower, his eyes on his task, Kirsten hoping he couldn’t actually see her pussy dripping. It never failed to turn her on, this intimate, embarrassing, exhilarating exercise in surrendering her body to him for his care, for his adoration, for his pleasure.

For she knew how it was likely to end.

He was already hard — she could see the way his cock pressed against the crotch of his warm-ups, tenting the fabric, the sight making her lick her lips. His palm cupped and gently squeezed her mound, making her pussy clench, the lips of her wet sex slipping together as he massaged her mons slowly. Like the rest of it, he took his time, holding it in his hand, his eyes closing a moment, reinforcing to her that this too, was his.

She’d never dream of disputing the truth of it either.

Then he touched the very top of her slit with those slickened fingers and she drew in a quick breath.

“Sensitive?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good.”

In fact, her pussy had gone past sensitive to ready-to-explode-at-the-slightest-touch. Or maybe that was just Keihl’s touch that did it. Either way, she was afraid she’d start thrusting against his hand like some bitch in heat.

Is that description really so far from what you’ve become, Kirsten?

He circled her clit, his touch just dancing around the edges of the now hard and erect bundle of nerves. She moaned, the sound low and keening. He drew a fingertip over her clit once, twice, and a third time, and her hips really did buck against him.

He grinned at her. “Like that?”

“Oh God, please… yes, Sir.”

He took his finger away then, holding a palm up to squeeze more lotion onto it. His eyes glittered as he gazed upon her.

“Not too much, then. Gotta keep you on a low boil for now. Do you want to come, Kirsten?”

With every fucking atom of my being.

“Yes, Sir.”

His jaw tightened. “And do you think I should let you?”

“Only… only if you think I deserve it.” She swallowed hard. “Sir.”

“Good answer.” He spread the lotion up under her breasts then, the cold taking her breath away. “And you don’t deserve it. Not yet. Be a good girl for me, and you might get to come after this.”

“Yes, Sir.” Her face flamed at the way her voice broke, the tone of it almost a defeated whimper.

His hands took hold of her breasts, and she closed her eyes, breathing hard as he kneaded each globe with those hard fingers. He coated her breasts liberally in lotion, squeezing and massaging it into her skin. He drew down each breast with squeezing fingers, until he held each nipple tight.

“Look at me, Kirsten.”

She opened her eyes, staring into his, her nipples throbbing in the clutch of those cruel and wonderful fingertips, her clit so swollen it felt ready to burst.

“Do you like it when I do this?”

His fingers tugged and twirled each nipple, and she gasped again.

“Oh fu— yes, Sir.”

“Good.” He kissed her once more and she kissed him back, hard, her fingers clasping tight in her hair. No matter how badly she wanted to, she knew he’d be displeased with her if she took her hands from the prescribed position.

Cruel man. Wonderful man.

His eyes narrowed as he held her gaze. “If you come during your rubdown though, you’ll be punished. Understand, bad girl?”

“Yes, sir,” she whispered, looking down. “Please…”

But he said nothing as he worked her breasts again, squeezing and caressing, lifting them on his wet palms, slapping each one lightly to watch it move as her cheeks blushed hot.

“God, I love your tits, girl. I can’t wait until they start leaking milk.” He squeezed them again, and she panted. “These are going to very busy I think.”

The promise and threat in his voice made her shiver, even as a bead of her juices slipped from between the lips of her pussy, coursing down the tender flesh of her inner thigh as she knelt up for him, for his commanding, deliciously cruel hands.

She kept her position quietly as he charged her skin with yet more lotion, his palm spreading it up until he’d slickened the hollow at the base of her throat. His hand clasped around her throat then, giving her a little possessive squeeze, her pulse pounding against his palm. He leaned in close, his soft lips pressing kisses to her burning cheeks, the corner of her mouth, over her eyes.

“My good girl,” he whispered in her ear. “Hands and knees now.”

Instantly, she obeyed, the relief of being on hands and knees far surpassing the renewed embarrassment of having her ass in the air for him once more. She knew he could see her arousal, if he but looked at her pussy. The scent of her on the air was unmistakable, though knowing he loved it didn’t make it any less mortifying to her.

Kirsten knew deep inside that her mortification just made things all the sweeter for him — and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

His fingers tapped under chin. “Head up, girl. No hiding from me.”

She looked straight ahead then, hollowing her back to display her sex as she’d been trained, the position showing off all of the sexual parts of her, the wet pussy yawning open, the vulnerable anus exposed to his gaze as well. The position accentuated her breasts, sending them swaying at the slightest movements — or the teasing slaps of his hands. Her belly, huge and swollen, hung below her, the position filling her with a primal mix of embarrassment, fear, and lust, knowing the effect it had on him, despite — or perhaps because of — her embarrassment at the blatant display of her charms.

“I’d keep you like this all the time, if I could. Naked, pregnant — I’d have you in a collar and chains, waiting on me. Serving my cock whenever I asked for it.” He leaned over her, his hand playing with her belly, slapping at the undersides of her hanging breasts, making them swing. “You’re mine, Kirsten. In every way. You need to understand that, to feel it, right down to your bones. And I’m never letting you go.”

The press of his lips to her ear made her lean against him, her sigh one of contentment, resignation, and bliss. She could feel it now, that surrender, that acknowledgment of the truth of his words, that bond that deepened with each passing day.

His.

For the next few minutes, the only sounds in the room were the strong hands spreading yet more lotion over her body, her moans as his fingers occasionally delved between her thighs, stirring up her arousal yet again. He cooed to her as he massaged her skin, as if words weren’t even needed, as if all that mattered was the sensation, the emotion, the lust that charged the air between them.

Finally it was too much.

“Christ, I can’t wait any longer.” Keihl twined a fist in her hair, pulled her head higher, his cool gaze close, searching her face, evaluating. “I want those lips of yours around my cock in the next five seconds, or I’m going to take my paddle to that big bottom of yours.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, gritting her teeth against the hot pain at her scalp.

“Get to it.”

He let her go then, his hand waving down toward his crotch. She dropped to her elbows, her breasts and belly against the towel spread below her, the position awkward, but manageable. She pulled the front of his warm-ups down, the heavy, veined shaft bouncing up, free, his male scent filling her senses, her mouth already watering.

She took him deep, sucking hard, letting him push for the back of her throat right away. She opened for him as she’d been taught, keeping her tongue out to suppress her gagging reflex.

“More, slut. Swallow it.” He yanked at her hair, pain blooming in her scalp. “All of it.”

Gripping the edge of the butcher’s block, she obeyed the pull of his hand, the thrust of his hips as he pushed for her throat. Finally, she took all of his length, the wiry pubic hair hard against her nose, her throat clicking as he held her close. He stroked her throat as he held himself within her throat a moment, then let her up. He knew that now was no time to be truly rough with her, despite the throbbing of her clit at the thought of it.

There’d be plenty of time to dive deep into those dark waters again — after the baby came.

Pulling her off his cock, he made her lick the shaft, barking out his orders in that thick, lust-filled voice she so loved to hear. She obeyed every command he gave her, looking up at him when ordered, their eyes meeting as she took him deep once more, the press of the broad head at the back of her throat bringing tears to her eyes.

“Stick your tongue out,” he rumbled, pulling his cock from the clutch of her lips, his fist stroking the thick, veined length. “Show me what a good girl you are.”