Read Topping the Domme (Crime and Punishment) Online
Authors: Trista Ann Michaels
Tags: #contemporary romance
Karina, though, wasn’t holding her breath.
“Good evening, Karina.”
She turned to see who had spoken, then smiled.
“Hi, Gary,” she said.
Gary smiled shyly, before glancing around. “Where’s your Master?”
“He’s talking with the Doms. Why?”
“I was just wondering. He’s very intimidating.”
Karina snickered softly. “You think? I guess I’m just used to it. Who are you after tonight?”
Gary moved his gaze around the room. Karina noticed how the light played off his thick blonde hair, highlighting the lighter streaks of white. Gary was a nice looking man, probably close to forty in age with green eyes and full lips. He had a nice smile and a shyness that made Karina want to protect him from the more intense Doms, especially after he’d complained last night about someone getting too rough with his balls.
“I really like Mistress Sherry,” he said. “But she already has one for tonight.”
“What about Kayla?” she asked. “She seems nice and experienced.”
Gary gave a shrug. “Kayla’s okay. Or Master Jeremy would be good. I can go either way.”
But did Master Jeremy?
Karina smiled. She sort of got that vibe from Gary that he swung both ways, but not so much from Master Jeremy. Gary was nice to talk to, but he wasn’t a sub she would take on. There just wasn’t that physical attraction there. He seemed more like a friend than a sex buddy.
“Looks like your Master is coming over,” Gary said with a nod of his head.
Karina turned to look, and sure enough, Brayden was strolling over. For about the thousandth time that day, she sighed at how good he looked. Tonight, he appeared especially scrumptious in his leather pants and vest. Or maybe she was just especially aroused. With his arms exposed, he looked even more muscular than he normally did. Gary was right. He did look intimidating.
“I’ll see you later,” Gary said, as he walked in the other direction.
Karina frowned slightly at Gary’s hasty retreat, but her thoughts didn’t last long as Brayden wrapped his arm around her waist and practically bent her backward as he slanted his mouth across hers.
Karina gasped in surprise, allowing Brayden to slide his tongue into her mouth. He straightened back up, pulling her with him. He slid his other hand at the back of her neck, tilting her head and allowing him better access to her mouth. Her hands were trapped between them, her fingers resting against his warm chest. She could feel his heart beating, smell his scent, taste him as he slid his tongue along hers.
With a moan, she kissed him back, submitting to his demand as easily as a tree bent in the wind. The kiss had come from nowhere, but had every nerve ending in her body suddenly vibrating to life. She should’ve expected it at some point. They’d discussed it. She knew they would be doing this, and much more, but the reality of Brayden’s lips on hers was so much more erotic than any daydream.
He pulled away just far enough that she could whisper, “What was that for?”
“I think it’s time you and I got a little more serious about this show. I’m tired of looking at you in that sexy leather skirt and not touching.”
Karina swallowed at the husky, determined quality to his voice.
“I want you squirming, sub,” he murmured. “Are you ready to play?”
Her heart began to pound wildly. She’d thought she’d have a little more time…a little more warning. She never imagined he would just walk over here and demand a scene. But he hadn’t demanded. Not really. He’d asked if she was ready. Was she?
He rubbed his nose across hers, then dipped his head to place a soft kiss against her lips. “The choice is yours, kitten,” he whispered. “What do you want? Toys and flogged, or my mouth on you? Choose one because we have to do something.”
The thought of being flogged made her heart stop. “Mouth,” she answered quickly.
She could handle his mouth on her, couldn’t she? He grinned and the wicked light in his eyes made the butterflies in her stomach go haywire for reasons other than nerves.
“I was hoping you would say that,” he murmured. “I’ve been fantasying about tying you down and eating that pussy of yours.”
Her eyes went wide. Oh, God. She forgot about bondage. How could she forget about bondage?
Karina shook her head and tried to back away, but Brayden’s arm around the small of her back held her in place.
“Are you telling me no, Kay?” he asked loud enough for the people around them to hear.
Karina froze.
“You have a very bad habit of that lately.”
She licked her lips and tried to calm her racing heart.
Brayden leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “You know you’re safe with me, Kay.”
“I know,” she breathed.
He pulled away and pointed to an empty scene area close by with a restraining table in the center. “Go,” he commanded.
Karina narrowed her eyes at him as she walked past and headed to the table. She stopped at the foot and swallowed a lump of nervousness. God, it should be easier than this, shouldn’t it?
Part of her was terrified of being restrained, even in a group. Another part, the part she refused to acknowledge, had become excited at the thought of Brayden pleasuring her, even if she was tied down.
Brayden grasped her around the waist and lifted her easily onto the table. She landed hard on her butt and squeaked as her bare pussy hit the cold leather of the table.
Brayden smirked. “I like that sound.”
He pushed her back so she rested flat, her legs bent at the knee and dangling against the base. Brayden slowly feathered his fingers along her arms as he walked to the side. He watched her closely, his gaze never leaving hers as he grasped one arm and lifted it over her head. He clasped the cuff around her wrist and waited.
Karina drew in a deep, slow breath, trying to breath like Brayden had told her.
“Very nice,” Brayden murmured, as he walked around the table and grabbed the other arm.
Her pulse went crazy with the sound of the lock clicking into place. She had a sudden desire to flee, to beg to be released.
Please, don’t make me do this. I can’t do this.
“Karina… Look at me.”
She lifted her gaze to his, silently pleading. He shook his head slowly.
“Eyes on me, kitten,” he said as he walked to the foot of the table.
Standing between her legs, he reached to the side and grabbed a waist restraint that dangled off the side of the table. He wrapped it around her lower waist and tightened it.
Karina gasped and felt herself begin to panic. She tried to lift her hips, but couldn’t, and the feeling of panic increased exponentially.
“Brayden,” she panted.
He grabbed her shins and pushed her legs up and out, exposing her pussy. He held them there, leaning his torso against her mound and watching her. His heat seeped into her pussy, warming her, but it didn’t come close to how the heat in his gaze seared her flesh.
“Breathe, kitten,” he murmured just loud enough for her to hear.
She kept her gaze on his, focusing her breathing and trying to forget the fact she couldn’t move. She could forget the people who watched them. She could forget the case they were working on. Unfortunately, she couldn’t forget the fact she was at Brayden’s complete mercy.
He pushed at her knees, forcing them back further against her chest. He reached down and grasped another leather strap, laying it over the back of her thighs. Once tightened, it held her legs back.
Karina swallowed and tried to force herself to remain still, to keep from jerking and tugging against the restraints in a wave of panic. Brayden kissed the inside of her knee, sending a string of wicked tingles up her back.
“You look very nice like this,” he murmured as he moved to place a kiss on the inside of the other knee. “And you’re handling it very well.”
He bent down and bit softly at her ass, making her gasp and jerk. Unfortunately, she didn’t want to jerk away. She wanted to jerk toward him. She wasn’t used to this—waiting on him, anticipating his next move, his next touch.
She was usually the one in control, the one calling the shots.
She began to tremble.
She didn’t like this. She wanted up.
“Brayden,” she whined, and tugged at the cuffs almost frantically.
“Look at me, kitten,” he whispered. “Eyes on me.”
She locked her gaze onto his, holding onto those beautiful blue eyes. If she could keep eye contact with him, she could keep it together. That was bad, wasn’t it? Did that mean she depended on him? Maybe to get her through this moment, but nothing more. Right?
Oh, God. What was happening to her?
Brayden reached for something to the side, but Karina couldn’t tear her eyes away from his. They smiled at her, crinkling at the corners, and her heart fluttered in her chest. Warmth gathered in her stomach, spreading outward.
She loved that wicked light he got in his eyes when… “Brayden,” she said in a growled warning.
He smiled and straightened, this time not even trying to hide his intent. The damn jerk had pulled a toy off the small table he’d tugged to his side.
“Let’s see,” he murmured as he used the tip of the narrow dildo to circle her clit. “Where should I put this?”
“That’s not what I said.” Karina bit her lip, both in rising anger and rising lust. Her face flamed and her eyes narrowed. “Don’t you dare, Brayden.”
He frowned and slapped her clit with his hand, making her jump in surprise. “That’s Master, Karina.”
She clamped her lips closed and glared up at him in silence. Damn prick. She told him his mouth, not toys, and she’d be damned if she’d call him Master now. Not when he had her so pissed off.
“Despite your anger,” he murmured as he gazed down at her exposed pussy. “I think you like this.” He lifted his eyes to hers. “You’re wet, kitten.”
He teased her opening with the tip of the toy, and she held her breath, afraid if she moved, or even breathed, what she really felt would be revealed.
“I’m not even sure you need any lube.” He pressed it forward, teasing her with the short, shallow thrusts of the toy.
Karina bit her lip in an effort to not cry out in need. She could feel how wet she was, feel the desire building inside her. “Damn you,” she growled. “I’m going to kill you for this.”
“You’ve stopped shaking, kitten,” he whispered. “I think anger is your best weapon against your fears. And I actually like it when you fight me a little.”
He pressed the toy forward, filling her full. Karina sighed and jerked her hips against the restraints, wanting, needing more. He was right. In her anger, she had forgotten about the straps, the inability to move.
He walked around the table so he was at her head. Leaning over, he cupped her breasts under her vest and gave them a squeeze. His palms felt soft against her nipples, his fingers rough as they pinched and pulled.
He whispered in her ear, “Trust me, Kay?”
She nodded.
“Say it.”
“I trust you.”
He gave her breast a hard squeeze, and she moaned.
“Good girl,” he said and placed a soft kiss against her lips.
When he didn’t deepen it, Karina whined softly, then bit her lip as she realized the sound escaped her lips. She could feel the toy inside her, not large but filling her just enough to make her hungry for more.
Brayden moved back around the table, slowly sliding his hands over her body, letting her know he would touch her how he chose, but at the same time giving her a sense of security. He would stay close to her. He would never leave her alone while she was bound. He would never do anything to cause her undue pain.
He would take care of her.
Karina jerked inwardly at that thought. She could take care of herself. She didn’t need him.
Brayden stopped and stared at her. “You’re leaving me, Kay.”
Karina swallowed at just how perceptive Brayden was.
“Eyes always on me,” he murmured as he stepped back between her splayed thighs.
He used a remote to turn on the dildo inside her vagina. The low hum sent a sharp wave of need to her womb as it vibrated within her walls. She watched in silence as he reached for a small flogger. Karina tensed, but did as Brayden said—kept her eyes on him.
“It’s just me, kitten,” he murmured as he softly hit the inside of her thigh with the flogger.
Karina drew in a sharp breath at the feel of the leather slapping against her skin.
“Get mad at me if you want,” he whispered, and slapped at the inside of her other thigh. “If it helps.”
He slapped her again, slowly working the flogger back and forth in a rhythm that grew faster and harder with each swipe. She couldn’t move. Refused to beg for more. Brayden changed the setting on the vibrator, and she finally let go of the tight hold she had on her tongue and groaned.
“I like that sound,” he murmured as he swiped the flogger over her mound, teasing her labia. “I like all the little sounds you make.”
He returned to her thighs, slowly working the flogger up and down the inside, just barely hitting her labia. That was the worst. The teasing flicks of the leather against her pussy had her straining against the straps in a rising tide of lust.
God, he was making her nuts.
The flogging stopped and Brayden bent down, nibbling gently at her labia. Karina groaned and tilted her head back. She clenched her fists, digging her nails into her palms, as Brayden ever so slowly circled her clit with the tip of his tongue.
“Damn it,” she panted.
Her release was so close. If he would just touch it…
He straightened back up, and Karina glared at him. With a wicked smirk, he whacked the inside of her thigh with the flogger. The sharp sting made her gasp in surprise, then melt as a hot sensation of pleasure-pain worked its way to her womb.
The combination of the vibrating inside her and the sharp, almost painful flicks of the leather combined to send her senses skyrocketing. Brayden turned up the toy, making the vibrations faster and more intense. Karina arched her back as much as the restraints would allow. The flogging continued, this time harder and faster than before. He would back off, going soft only to go hard again, intensifying the sensations.