Power Play [Pleasure Playground 2] (8 page)

His tongue swirled around the nipple, teasing her to her limits before he suddenly tightened his soft lips around her flesh and sucked—hard.

"Ohhh...” She yanked at her wrist cuffs, desperate to touch him. Pull him closer or push him away, she had no idea.

He gently bit her flesh, the scrape of teeth taking her completely by surprise with the ferocity of the sensations. She was falling, losing control. She'd do anything. Her hips arched from the bed almost of their own volition. Her body begged for more, but soft alarm bells began to ring in the back of her head. She wanted too much. Want led to need and need led to destruction. She stiffened.

Daegan lifted his head and stared at her with caution lacing his features. Once again she had the sense that he saw into her soul and somehow knew. He eased from the bed and returned to his place between her legs. He traced the soft leather tip of his crop across the outer folds of her pussy, grazing her clit. She tried not to react, but her body shivered nonetheless.

"Don't be afraid of the truth, love. Yearning to submit can be as natural as taking a breath. When you don't fight it."

He was right. Her head said no, and her body urged for more with every new touch or word he spoke. She suddenly felt like banging her head on the wall. Instead anxiety rose with no outlet; her mind raced. “I—can't—I mean I don't know...how."

"It's okay to be afraid.” He leaned forward, placing his mouth just above her pussy. “Just don't let the fear win, Jennifer.” Her name whispered across her skin.

God she was so screwed up. One minute this, and one minute that. How had she become so indecisive? Or worse—fearful.

"I can tell it's difficult for you to trust. But why is that? What happened to make you so skittish of your own needs?"

With one little question her mind turned to panic. No way in hell. She struggled viciously against her bindings. She had to get free.

"Jennifer. Stop."

She saw his frown and tried to ignore it although her body stilled nonetheless. This compulsion to obey confused her.

"You agreed to my offer, did you not? To be my submissive for the duration of my time here?"

She nodded with tears welling in her eyes.

"Fear is no reason to give up. It's fighting that very need to run that will get you where you ultimately want to go. Do you really want to give up on the chance I might be right?"

A broken sob slipped from her lips. She had no idea how to deal with the fever burning inside her. “No,” she mumbled.

"No, what?” His frown deepened.

He was really going to make her voice every single word. “No, Sir. I don't want to give up."

He brushed the tears away from her cheeks. “You are braver than you know, love. I'm proud of you.” He rose to his feet.

Her stomach tumbled at the sight of the crop he bounced on his hand. “Then we'd better finish going over the rules."

With her heart pounding, she sucked in air as she waited for his next words.

"Rule number four.” He teased her slit with the end of his crop, bringing her right back to the edge with a few swipes across her clit. “There will be no modeling during our agreement."

"I will no—” Her mind burned for half a second before the crop landed on her leg, stealing her breath. At the same time his finger prodded at her opening. She sucked in air, her stomach muscles tightening. She wanted this so bad.

He slid his finger inside her. The easy glide against slick and swollen tissues felt unbelievable. Then it got really good. Daegan moved his hand in a simple in-and-out motion that drove her wild. She clenched her fists, and her muscles strained against her bindings. She wasn't exactly trying to get loose, but she wanted more.

Her pussy squeezed around him, and someone moaned. She had no idea if the sound had come from her or him. Then his finger slipped free. Before she could protest, he returned with two fingers spreading her open. Wet warmth covered her sex, and she lifted her head to see his dark hair blocking her view as he ate at her pussy. His tongue stroked over her, up one side and down the other before circling the biggest bundle of nerves.

Spine-tingling tension grew in a spot at her lower back. She held her breath as the explosion neared. She barely moved, afraid to jar him from his perfect positioning. Tongue on clit; fingers fucking pussy.

He lifted his head, instantly stopping her race to the ledge. “Nooo,” she wailed.

"And that brings us to rule number five."

His fingers stroked inside her twice more before they too disappeared, leaving her empty—adrift. Oh please God, let this mean he was finally going to fuck her. How he'd managed to hold off this long she couldn't imagine. The man had balls of steel or something.

But he didn't remove his pants or climb on top of the bed. He simply picked up the crop, stood straight, and stared down at her with such wicked intent she almost spontaneously combusted.

"Rule number five is simple but very important. Under no circumstances will you have an orgasm until I say you are ready."

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Daegan watched the understanding bloom on little Jennifer's face. She was a woman who barely expressed any emotion through words, but he could read her like a book. Fear, anger, want, desire... They were all there. He imagined the overload she had to be feeling by now. It had been a long couple of days, and the scene he'd planned for tonight had changed as he'd learned more about her.

The sight of her as she was now nearly undid him. Spread out and open, her pussy glistening and probably aching for him to fuck her. It would be so easy to take her now. Slide into her nice and slow and watch the glorious emotions roll across her face. He shook his head and pushed the image away.

Instead he rounded the bed and rested the crop across her belly. It would serve as a reminder that she was still under his control. He didn't miss the quiver that rippled across her flesh or the puckering of the skin around her nipples. God, she was so damned beautiful. Her responsiveness made him crazy with want for her.

"Why are you doing this?” Her question interrupted his errant thoughts and returned his focus to the task at hand.

He stroked his finger across her collarbone and along the curve of her neck. There was no doubt why Chase used her so extensively in his studio. What he didn't understand is why she never went beyond the superficial. She worked long hours at her job and then occasionally spent time at the club with different Doms who clearly wanted nothing more from her than quick satisfaction. Usually in the form of temporarily marking her exquisite body.

"That's a fair question, love. Unfortunately, you hold the answers, not me. You want this so bad I bet you can practically taste it. Yet you have somehow turned sex and pain into a shield of sorts. You hide behind the physical acts with the hope no one will take the time to look further. That's not me. I want more than that from you. I expect it.” Watching Jennifer struggle with the desire to give in versus being uncomfortable with his demands turned him the fuck on.

He leaned forward, and her mouth opened slightly. It was an unconscious invitation on her part, he was certain, but an invitation nonetheless. He took it. Daegan leaned forward and pressed his lips to her mouth, tracing the edges with his tongue. The small gasp she rewarded him with made him press further. He'd pushed her quite a bit, and she had a lot to think about, but first he needed this. He deepened the kiss and ran his bare hands over her nude form. It was his reminder that as long as she remained here with him, he would be in control. Not only would her body be available to him, but also he'd get inside her head every chance he got. Finding out what made her tick and uncovering new ways to push past her fears would become his favorite pastime.

Daegan kneaded the tense muscles of her arms, marveling at the incredible feel of her soft skin. She flexed against her restraints more than once, and he smiled into her mouth with much satisfaction. When she finally began to relax and the coiled tension inside her seemed to ease, he reluctantly pulled from her mouth.

There was a storm brewing. Yes, he could ease the ache between her legs, but then she'd be right back where they started. No. He'd have to sit back and watch what happened next before he took them any further. She had a decision to make. He'd laid out rules he doubted had fully sunk in yet. Now it was time to change her focus.

Of course none of his reasonable thoughts helped the ache of his own body. As much as he wanted to satiate his desires with the beautiful sub in his bed, he needed time to reassess these feelings. It had been a long time since he'd wanted someone this much, and it left him with more than a little unease. No matter how deep he traveled into a submissive's mind for pleasure, when it came to the day-to-day of life he had to have an equal partner. He'd already made one mistake, so he doubted he could afford another.

He unbuckled the restraints at her wrists and rubbed the chafed skin underneath. “I imagine you have some questions,” he stated. He didn't expect an answer and purposefully avoided eye contact while he continued to care for her. She needed a few minutes of privacy with her thoughts or she might say something they'd both regret. Satisfied her arms and hands were in good condition, he moved on to her ankles. He removed the bindings from her slim ankles and rubbed the area to ensure good blood flow. Her bright blue painted toes were a contrast he didn't expect from a woman who worked so hard to hide her true self. Much like the fact she'd become a fetish model. For someone who kept her innermost thoughts inside, she certainly enjoyed putting her body on display.

When he let go of her, the first thing she did was scramble under a sheet. He shook his head and lifted his gaze to meet hers.

"Let's hear it,” he prompted. It didn't take a genius to see she was stressed.

"You can't really expect me not to work for the next however many months just so you can fuck me. My job isn't about sex. At least not to me.” Her voice trembled with anger.

Did she have any idea how much her sassy mouth fired his blood. Right then the urge to curb her coming outburst with his dick in her sassy mouth pressed down on him. He shook it off.
Not yet.

"I didn't say anything about not working. I said you can't model."

"Same difference. It's a ridiculous demand, and you know it. I have responsibilities. Chase and Murphy count on me. I can't just walk away from that for an experiment. I've worked too hard for this career to give it up now."

Her reference to their potential Dom/sub relationship as an experiment rubbed him wrong. There were so many things he intended to teach her if she got past this. He brushed the annoyance aside. “I've already talked to Chase about this, and he's in complete agreement. He says it's been a long time since you took any kind of break from modeling, and since it's bloody tough on your body, he thinks it's a terrific idea and about time you took a hiatus."

"You did what?” she exploded. He practically saw her vibrating with anger. “How dare you talk to my boss about me behind my back."

"It's what Doms do. We watch and observe and then decide based on what we've seen and heard what is best for you. It's your job to trust in me that I have only your best interests at heart and would never do anything permanently destructive.” He gentled his voice. “You aren't losing your job, love. Just getting a temporary reassignment. Give it a chance."

Her eyes narrowed. “What kind of temporary assignment?"

"Eve needs some help with Pleasure Playground. In case you haven't noticed, the poor girl is overworked. Besides trying to manage Altered Ego, the retail shops are set to open over the next six months, which means she has to interview and arrange for the appropriate kind of businesses that fit in with their vision. That's going to take a lot of time."

Jennifer rolled her eyes. “You expect me to work as a secretary? Are you kidding? I've never spent a day of my life behind a desk, and I like computers even less. I've seen her work. She seems more than efficient enough to handle whatever comes up."

Daegan lifted the edge of the sheet and gently tugged the covering from her body. “She's swamped. Chase was planning to hire someone soon anyway. This way Eve gets the help she needs, and you and I get the time we need to test drive the Dom/sub dynamic between us."

"Jesus, Daegan. I'm not a car. A fucking test drive? Seriously?” Jennifer jumped to her feet, putting herself in a position where she towered over him. She stood with fire in her eyes and hands firmly planted on her hips, and he found himself turned on more than ever. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her down to her knees.

"I love your fire. It drives me crazy. It also makes me want to control it.” He threaded his hands into her hair and tugged her head back, exposing her neck and throat. Unable to resist, he fastened his mouth to her neck and began to bite down on the tender flesh. Not enough to break the skin but more than enough for her to feel a bite of pain. She moaned. He bit at her skin over and over. Up one side and down the other. His bites would leave marks for several hours.

Mine.

He wanted nothing more than to push her to all fours, mount her, and fuck her.

She wasn't ready.

Once she accepted all of his rules.
Really
accepted them. Then he could take things to the next level. Until then, he needed to give her some space. He'd roll the dice and take a gamble. All his life he'd enjoyed playing games of chance, and his little hellcat had a choice to make before they went any further.

He wrenched free from her mouth and let go of her hair. Blood surged to his cock at the sight of the red marks he'd left behind. Not to mention the glassy lust shining from her eyes. He could push her to the mattress and take what he wanted. He was certain. “I took the liberty of having dessert delivered, and I suspect it should be here any minute. Go on in the kitchen and have a seat. You can wait for me while I take a quick shower."

Her eyes flared with an emotion he couldn't quite name. Where he'd expected resistance and anger, she'd for a second given him something entirely different. If he hadn't known better, he'd have thought her feelings were hurt. He cupped her face, pulling her close. “When I finish, I'm going to feed you again. Then you'll get down on your knees and tell me you accept my rules.” Daegan kissed her quick and hard, reminding her that not only did he want to do this for him, but he wanted it for her. Whatever held her back, she didn't deserve. But he wouldn't force this on her. She would have to take the next step.