Power Play [Pleasure Playground 2] (4 page)

Oh God, she didn't want to admit it. Everything excited her. The more depraved, the better. She wasn't afraid of what he'd do to her physically. In fact, if she believed he simply wanted a physical relationship, she'd be all for it. She'd overhead Chase and Eve discussing Daegan's sadist tendencies. But this... She'd never felt this.

"I don't understand it,” she admitted. He wanted the truth, and that was her truth. Nothing less and nothing more.

"Do you even want to understand it? You hide too much. You push people away. You run away like a jackrabbit if someone gets too close. You'll never get very far like that. Is that what you want?"

His words hit a nerve far too deep. She struggled with the loops around her hands as tears burned her eyes. With no small amount of time, she finally managed to free one hand and started to lift from the bench.

A hand pressed against her back, pinning her in place. Then he covered her with his warm, hard body, setting off a tingling sensation inside her despite her intentions to resist.

"You've got nowhere to go this time."

"I feel stupid, Daegan. I have no idea how to be what you want me to be. I'm not—"

"If you say you aren't submissive one more time, I will take off my belt and use it,” he threatened. His hand still at her pussy squeezed, rubbing her mindless before she could respond. “I can teach you what you need to learn. You've already agreed for tonight, so you only need to answer me honestly and do as you're told. That's it. Stop trying to analyze everything I say and do. That's my job."

As an orgasm once again bubbled toward the surface, all the thoughts she'd been fighting with muddled into one big mass of confusion.

"Put your hands back in those loops and hold still.” His rough demand was growled directly into her ear. He was so close the day's worth of stubble on his face scraped her cheek.

A stab of uncertainty speared through her, but she did as told. Her questions and doubts easily faded under the onslaught of lust he inspired in her. Her pulse hammered through her as she worked her way into the bindings once again. The ache in her pussy increased.

Pathetic.

Before another thought made it through her brain, Daegan slid two fingers through her lower lips and thrust into her. The shocking move brought her up on her tiptoes, and her Irish devil murmured something she didn't understand.

"It's hard to deny how much you want this with my hand getting soaked, love.” His thumb slid through her cheeks and circled her anus. She whimpered. “I like wet sluts."

Jennifer sucked in a sharp breath as more heat flooded her sex. Somehow the lilt of his accent made every word out of his mouth sexy, especially the dirty ones. For the first time in her life, she actually wanted him to say it again. The darker his words, the more turned on she'd get. He curved his fingers and brushed across her G-spot, and dots filled her vision. His finger pressed against the tight opening of her rear, and she automatically pushed against him, hoping he'd press into her.

Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh God.

He sank the tip of his finger inside her, and the slight pinch tumbled her into the ultimate pleasure zone.

"Tell me you want it, love.” He was pushing her to confess something she no longer had resistance to.

"I do. I want this. Please, Daegan, more,” she panted.

"First tell me what you're afraid of. We're alone in the dark where no one can see you. Not even me. It's the ultimate opportunity to confess.” His warm breath brushed her ear on every spoken word. They rubbed her neck and taunted her to obey him.

He'd made it abundantly clear he'd accept nothing but the absolute truth from her. With his fingers providing the ultimate distraction, she gave in. Concentrating on everything that troubled her while he worked her body proved impossible.

"I'm afraid you'll want to keep me,” she shouted blindly into the room. Jennifer's blood roared in her ears as her body clenched around him in a desperate attempt to reach the pinnacle. To keep from screaming out, she bit her lip and welcomed the taste of blood on her tongue.

With shudders racking her frame, it took several long minutes before she realized he'd ceased moving his fingers. She froze. What had she said?
Fuck.

The sound of her heavy breathing filled the room while she grappled with getting her lungs filled with air. In and out, she sucked in more oxygen until finally her pulse began to slow to an almost normal pattern.

Then he bit her on the tender skin of her neck just below the ear. Teeth scraped, fingers thrust, and her world tilted in ten seconds flat. Her orgasm hit like a flash fire, burning bright and fast. The white-hot flash felt like a combination of shards of heated glass poking at her skin and pleasure so intense she was sure her lungs were incapable of sustaining her.

With her body in near-panic mode, a harsh blow landed across her right buttock. Fire erupted in that spot, and thousands of pinpricks erupted along her limbs. Before she could assimilate exactly what had happened, another blow landed across the opposite cheek. Jennifer opened her mouth and screamed while countless more slaps to her ass fell. Pain seared and radiated to every inch of her body. Tears pooled in her eyes.

She wanted to strangle him.
Liar
. If he stopped now, she would die. Every time his hand landed on her skin, warm pleasure pulsed through her cunt. The tremors from her release merely fed the buildup of the next one. She gripped the bars until her knuckles probably turned white. They'd certainly ache later. She began to writhe on the bench from the combination of agony and bliss.

"You're amazing, love. Only one more for tonight.” The warmth spread to her belly over his compliment. She held her breath and waited. She had a feeling that if he'd decided to warn her, this last one was going to hurt like a motherfucker. And it was going to make her come.

His hand brushed her burning buttocks and soothed some of the soreness. The cotton sensation in her head expanded and unbearable pressure built behind her clit. His hand disappeared, and the last strike came swiftly. The air whooshed from her body on a wave of pain so brilliant and bright it blinded her. She bowed her back and pulled at the restraints all in an attempt for that final touch to send her soaring over the cliff.

Immediately he shifted, and his lips pressed to her burning flesh. Fingers parted her lower lips moments before he followed them with his mouth. For a fleeting second she worried about what would come next before she forced all rational thought from her mind. Instead, she focused on the slow slide of his fingers in and out of her pussy and the smooth slide of his warm tongue across her aching flesh. She'd grown so wet it was ridiculous.

"I bet you'd give anything to be fucked right about now."

She whimpered. There was no need to respond since they both knew the truth of his statement. She arched her back, opening herself for easy access to more of his ministrations. Instead Daegan pulled his fingers free and moved away.

"Don't do this, Daegan. Please, don't leave me like this.” She wanted to bite down on her tongue for pleading with him but she couldn't stop. She was that desperate.

His fingers found her pussy and worked the aching bud in a repeated circular motion. Her release grew closer with every thundering beat of her heart. The pain in her ass had developed into a dull and relentless ache, reaching everywhere he touched.

"You need me.” His words were not harsh, more like reverent. They did something funny to her insides. This was the part where the heat of humiliation reared its ugly head. Needing anyone other than herself was strictly forbidden. She tried to shake her head no and found it impossible.

"You want me."

"Yes.” There was no doubt about that. “Please. I want more."

"Agree to my original offer. Become mine while I work this project. Submission isn't a dirty word, you know. It's a precious gift. One I don't take lightly."

Jennifer squeezed her eyes closed and remembered the way her stomach rolled every time he came near her. There were so many nights she spent thinking of him. Imagining what he'd look like without clothes, all the many things he'd force her to do... Her pulse beat between her legs. He simply made her crazy. That's what this had to be.

Liar.

If she couldn't be honest with herself, what chance did she have in the future?

His fingers wriggled, and all the denial fell to the floor. He'd reduced her to a writhing mass of want and need, and she fucking loved it.

"Yes,” she whispered, her voice hoarse.

"Say it again.” The dark demand grated across something even darker inside her. The one place she dared not go.

"Yes goddamit! I want to be yours. I want to be fucked, used, whatever you want.” The admission ripped a hole through the fragile barrier of her mind. The tears she'd desperately held on to burst free, and she sobbed with a wondrous mixture of relief and stark fear.

"Then come for me, love.” Her stomach clenched at his words. “Come for the Master you desperately desire."

The last of his words shocked her mind, but it was too late to stop her body's reaction. Through tears and all, Jennifer thrust her hips back, and Daegan shoved three of his fingers into her clenching pussy.

"Let go of the fear, love. You've held on to it for far too long.” His lips touched between her shoulder blades. An almost reverent sensation compared to the rough finger fucking between her legs. The combination proved more than she could bear. She thrashed against the bench and tightened her hold on the bars. His fingers slammed into her one last time, igniting the explosion she'd been waiting for. She came with fat tears rolling down her face, sweat covering her body, and the sure knowledge he'd broken something inside her.

"Ahh so beautiful. As eager as you are, I think you're going to be a very fast learner."

She barely comprehended the rest of what he said. Little aftershocks of pleasure continued to crash through her. When her body slumped against the soft leather covering, she felt boneless and unable to move. She had no idea what to expect now. Would he fuck her? He certainly deserved some satisfaction after blowing her mind.

Jennifer tried to form the words to ask the questions, and instead a strange and unintelligible language of exhaustion came out of her mouth.

Daegan laughed behind her. “I have no idea what you said, but I think I get the gist.” He leaned over her and removed her hands from the restraints. Once he freed Jennifer, Daegan lifted her into his arms and placed a sweet kiss on her nose. “It's been a long day. You need to get some rest. Things are going to change tomorrow, and we both have a lot to look forward to."

She had a fleeting thought to question his meaning, but her body would have none of it. Her eyes had fluttered closed, and the fatigue began to pull her under. Daegan placed her down on something soft. Automatically she curled into the protective ball she preferred for sleep, and he chuckled some more.

The cushion she lay on shifted, and she realized Daegan had joined her.

"Come here.” He twisted her to face him and draped her upper body over his chest. The soft fabric of the shirt he still wore brushed her cheek. She snuggled closer—settling—and immediately heard his heartbeat under her ear.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

She marveled at the sound. Never in her life had she slept with a man. In fact she couldn't remember ever a time when she didn't spend her nights sleeping alone. She should have felt awkward, but the amazing release he'd given her left her too out of it to worry all that much. Plus he smelled nice. There was a faint pine smell underlying his male musk. She inhaled deeply. And maybe just a hint of sweat. He worked hard every day. He might be the architect and contractor for this building, but he definitely had no aversion to getting his hands dirty from hard work.

She'd witnessed that firsthand.

Daegan kissed the top of her head and then began stroking her hair. Jennifer's eyes rolled back in her head at the ecstasy of such a simple touch. She could get used to this kind of treatment...

You'd better not.

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"Well, what in the hell do we have here?"

Jennifer heard the question in some vague part of her brain. At first she thought it was part of the incredible dream she'd been having about her and the devil in the Dark Room. Her pussy was on fire, and she needed some relief. She ground down against the edge of her bed, hoping to find the sweet spot to get her off.

"Wake up, love. We've been caught.” Daegan nudged her shoulder.

Unclear whether the voices in her head were real or not, she mumbled, “What?” Her breasts tingled, and her nipples tightened. She didn't want to wake up from a dream that felt this damned good.

Male laughter erupted. “What in the world did you do to her last night? Or do I even want to know?"

The questions jerked Jennifer from her stupor. Her head still floated somewhere above the ground, but enough of reality seeped through for her to realize this wasn't a dream. She'd gone to the Dark Room to find her keys and ended up...

Her memory of the night before came crashing down. She'd submitted to Daegan in more ways than she thought possible. And...and. Oh God, she'd agreed to so much more. The truth compressed her chest, restricting her ability to breathe. Jennifer pressed her hands to the bed with the intent of getting away as fast as she could. Immediately her muscles screamed from overuse, and she collapsed against Daegan's chest. A hard-muscled, well-sculpted one at that with amazingly warm skin that felt like smooth silk under her hand. At some point he'd removed...

Jennifer's eyes widened, and the shock of bright light made her squint. She jerked her head to the right and heaved a sigh of relief to find Daegan still wore pants. That thought was immediately followed by regret. This wasn't part of her life plan.

Is it really such a bad thing to be lying on top of him, both naked and warm? Not to mention aroused?

The familiar heat between her legs sizzled across nerve endings, and it took everything she had not to moan out loud. She had a nice warm bed at home with a very happy routine that kept her head in the game and not in the clouds of stupid make-believe.