Piercing a Dom's Heart (4 page)

Bran hit a button and the smoky privacy window rose cutting off Carl’s view of the backseat.

Willow's triple pierced brow arched as she looked at him.

"I thought we should talk."

"And what would you like to talk about?"

"Besides the objections you've brought up, I'd like to know your feelings about BDSM and why you insist on working at your brother's club."

"I'm not sure I know you well enough to share my feelings on those issues."

"Our tongues have been down the other's throat and my hand skin to skin on your breast. I'm willing to fuck you right now if it will help you feel more comfortable."

"Is fucking the only way you know to communicate with woman?"

"I just spent the past two hours shooting, talking, and doing everything but fucking. I'm asking because you turn me on and I'm wondering if there is a way we can meet somewhere in the middle and both enjoy a day or two having dirty sweaty sex. D/s is about communication. It takes out the guess work on both sides. I want to know what turns you on, why you pierce your body, and if there’s anything kinky you like. Not wanting to scare you away, I started with easy questions."

"You make yourself sound so reasonable."

"A simple, I’m not interested will work."

He didn't think she would answer but after several moments she gave a long sigh.

"My last boyfriend beat me up. It's not the first time it's happened and he’s not the only one."

Bran's hands tightened into fists but then he forced them to relax. He didn't want her to stop talking and she might if she noticed he was becoming angry.

"A friend of mine attended fetish parties and she spent some time talking about the give and take relationships that didn’t involve anything both sides aren't willing to do. It just so happens, my brother owns one of the most prominent BDSM clubs in the US and I decided to check it out."

"So besides nipple clamps and butt plugs, is there something else you like?"

She gave him a chagrined smile, knowing he was needling her. "I'm not comfortable with the whole voyeurism thing. I don't get it. There doesn't seem to be any jealousy but at the same time I don’t think I want a group of people watching me have an orgasm.”

“Funny, because that was one of my hang ups too,” he answered honestly. “Having a sub completely focused on me is a turn on. The first time she forgot everything going on around her, became totally immersed in the sound of my voice, and what I was doing to her body, I finally understood. At the same time I like to finish playing in the privacy of my room. It’s the public warm up and desire for control to make a sub withhold her pleasure that places me in my sexual zone.” His eyes didn’t leave hers. “What puts you in that zone?”

She looked down. He leaned over and lifted her chin with his fingers. The kiss was tender and at the same time deeply sensual. His voice was husky when he pulled back but he didn’t let go of her chin, “Tell me Willow.”

“I don’t know. I’ve never been there.”

“You’re not a virgin.” It was a statement.

She laughed softly, “No I’m not a virgin but I don’t think a guy has ever cared enough to show me the ‘zone’ as you call it.”

“Are you willing to trust me?”

“Will you put a plug up my ass?”

“You are so hung up on your ass. I should just get it out of the way but no, I won’t if it’s a hard limit for you.”

“I think it is but is it really something you like?”

“The pleasure for a woman is intense when a cock is deep in her pussy and a plug is deep in her anus. The man can feel it too and the sensation is stimulating. Having my cock buried balls deep in a subs ass is also erotic as hell but I’m fine without anal play and I have a lot more tricks in my bag that can take you into the zone if you’re willing.”

“Why me?”

The hand not holding her chin traveled under her shirt and took hold of her breast over her bra. “This is one reason. Your breasts are beautiful and they turn me on. I want to slide my cock between them and then watch my cum release over your nipples.” His hand moved down to her waist and skimmed over the outside of her pants down to the juncture of her thighs. “I also want to know if you’re pierced here, but don’t tell me. I want to discover it with my mouth. I want your legs locked around my back as I push slowly into you with my cock. Then I want you on your hands and knees when I take you from behind.”

“Yes.” It was a sigh.

“That’s what I wanted to hear. Somehow we need to get through dinner at your brother’s without ripping each other’s clothes off.”

“Those words are ice cold water on my hot body.”

They both laughed.

“Will you trust me tonight and let me take you to the club?”

“I…I.”

“We can stop at any time. I will display only your breasts and use a deerskin flogger that will be intense but you will feel little more than a slight sting. You can stop everything with your safe word.”

“I don’t have a safe word.”

“Choose one.”

“I know red is normal but I’d like to use something different.”

“You have until tonight to think about it.”

The car pulled up in front of the hotel and they stepped out.

“Well, umm, thank you for the afternoon, I’ll see you tonight.” It was obvious she was uncomfortable and wasn’t sure what to say.

He pulled her into his arms and covered her mouth in a short hot kiss. “Tonight.” He walked away.

Chapter Six

Lydia cooked a delicious dinner. Damian and Bran talked about business ventures they partnered in until the conversation rolled around to Harvard and their escapades that were now past the statute of limitations.

“See sister dear, I was never the hero you thought I was.” He said to Willow.

“I never thought you a hero. I thought you were a scoundrel and I dreamed that I gave up your location to the FBI and they placed me in the witness protection program.” Her face was solemn.

“Would you really give me up?”

“I told all my friends in high school that you were a double agent and wanted internationally.”

“Why.”

“Because I needed an excuse when you didn’t come to see me.” She took his hand when she saw his hurt look. “After Jeff left mom, things got really bad. I needed to have fantasy dreams about your life to keep mine going. Mom told me I had brothers and sisters when I was small but you were the only one who ever came looking for me. I needed those dreams.”

“I have more money than sense and I should have come for you much sooner.”

“Yes you should have but I’ll forgive you if you name the baby after me.”

Lydia laughed but she had tears in her eyes.

Willow jumped up and embraced her sister in law. “Don’t cry. I’m sorry. This should have been a private conversation and I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“I cry over everything right now but I’m so sorry you had to make your way to us.”

“Don’t be. If you would have known me a few years ago we wouldn’t be friends now. I was not the easiest person to get along with and I destroyed everything I touched. Come on, let’s go wipe our eyes. I need some advice for tonight.”

“Okay.” Lydia gave Damian a questioning look but he just shrugged his shoulders. Her eyes turned to Bran and then burned when he stared back without flinching. She followed Willow from the room.

Damian’s eyes took up where Lydia’s left off. “You know I’ll kill you if you hurt her.”

Bran gazed back with no remorse, “I plan on tying her up, teaching her about her desires, and showing her the real reason she’s here. If that bothers you, you shouldn’t come to the club tonight.”

“Fuck, this is my sister you’re talking about.”

“Really Damian. You own a BDSM club. You talked me into experiencing the lifestyle. I never judged you and I learned about my needs and my unfulfilled kinks. Do you want some asshole who likes to beat women with their fists getting ahold of her again?”

“No. And just so you’re aware, the assholes you speak of spent lengthy stays at neighborhood hospitals and will never be back around.”

“She needs to understand what her body wants. It may not be a full BDSM lifestyle and those needs may not accent mine but I’d like to try.”

“I won’t be at the club tonight and I’ll find something to keep my wife distracted.”

“Fair enough.”

***

She was waiting at the bar. He had given her no instructions about clothing and figured she asked Lydia for advice. Her body was in profile and her breasts covered in a black leather bra. She had on a short skirt but he couldn’t see what was under it. Her hair was in its usual disarray; partially braided, short in some places and long in others. He would love to feel it glide through his fingers dripping wet and just combed after a shower but that would wait. He finished his perusal down her body and noticed her bare feet. Her lack of boots was hot, who knew?

He promised only her breasts would be on public display but he planned for some private time before they got started at a station. She was drinking water. Strict rules prohibited anyone from getting drunk at the club but it had been a while since the wine at dinner and she might need to loosen up a bit.

There were several Doms around and he wondered if any had approached her. Her response to Paul the evening before might be keeping them away. His hands went to either side of her body and rested on the bar. His mouth came in close to her multi-pierced ear. “May I buy you a drink or would you like to get started?” It was a deep husky whisper.”

“I’m trying to talk myself into this.”

“Let’s go to a private room first and I’ll convince you to stay.”

“Must we?”

“You have a lot to learn about submissive behavior.” He held back a grin and then took her hand. They walked past the full length bar and the appreciative looks on the other Dom’s faces to a back hallway monitored by one of the El Diablo bouncers.

“Room two is open.”

He walked her through the door and turned up the lighting using the mood controller. He planned on having a long look at her body and he wanted to see each curve clearly. Walking to a leather couch facing the bed he didn’t release her hand but pulled her into his lap when he sat down. His mouth took hers in a penetrating kiss and his hands went to her shoulders where he gently messaged her tense muscles.

When he ended the kiss he gazed at her face. She hadn’t overdone her makeup but coal black accented her large eyes which stared into his.

“We’re taking this slow but I need to know your safe word or if you would rather have two. The first means slow down the intensity and the second means stop.”

“Just one. I want to use purple.”

He couldn’t hide his smile. He expected something unique, not a color but purple would do. “If you use your safe word everything stops. You can walk away at that time or go somewhere private with me and talk about what went wrong if that’s what you want. That’s the only hard and fast rule here.”

“Do I look down and not in your eyes?”

“When we go to the station, I want your eyes on me and focusing on what I’m doing. Tonight is about learning and exploring your limits. We can go over a few things now. First, I want you to kneel in front of me with your head down.”

“Now?”

“Yes.”

She disengaged from his lap and went to her knees in front of him. His hand went through her half braided hair. It always looked messy but was actually incredibly soft. He reached down and placed his hand on her inner thigh. “Spread your legs a little more.”

She complied without comment.

“This is how I want you if I nod down at the floor. In this room you may ask questions. I won’t deny answers tonight even after we go to the station but here is the more appropriate place.”

“Can another Dom punish me?”

“Not without my permission so don’t worry about it.”

“Are you going to hurt me?”

“I thought I would get that over with so you’re more comfortable when we walk out.”

“You’re going to hurt me now?”

“This is about trust. You have a safe word and I trust you to use it. You need to trust me to keep you from wanting to.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I plan to give you the spanking I’ve promised for the past two days.”

“You’re kidding, why?”

“One because you need it, two because I want my handprint on your ass, and three I want you to know the level of pain I won’t cross tonight.”

“Your handprint on my ass turns you on?”

“You have no idea.” He placed his hand in front of her and when her fingers touched his he tightened his grasp and gave her a short pull facedown onto his lap. “Rest your head on the couch. I want to see what’s under your skirt.” Just having her in this position made his cock ache.

“I’m sure it’s the normal parts found under a woman’s skirt.”

His hand came down with a resounding slap. “I planned to explore first but your mouth has a way of getting you in trouble.”