Yuma [Wolfe Brothers 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) (3 page)

He watched her as he pulled her into the darker room, and it unnerved her a bit. This was so much more intense than the main room of the dungeon.

“There are smaller rooms or areas all around the main dungeon that could we could have used. Some are theme rooms while others are torture rooms,” he informed her.

Her eyes widened as they stopped in front of a St. Andrew’s cross. There was a naked woman tied to the cross, red stripes crossing her ass, back, and thighs. Her cries for more reverberated in the air as a flogger whipped across her ass yet again. “Please, master…I need to come.” The woman’s pleas did not go unnoticed. A tall, dark-haired man walked around her until she could look at him. His arm pulled back until the flogger streaked across her nipples then her cunt as he ordered her to come.

Her cries were heard above the others. Her body jerked in her restraints as she climaxed. Madi almost came with her. She could feel her body trembling, but not from fear. Considering her reading, she never thought she’d be in a BDSM club, but now that she was here, would she be able let go of her fears and insecurities to follow her fantasies?

She found herself almost pulled across the room to an empty theme room. Yuma used his pass card to unlock it and swept her inside. The room was decorated as if they’d stepped back into time. Medieval furniture, heavy and ornate, decorated most of the room. The canopy bed with heavy, velvet curtains stood in one corner. A spanking bench and several other torture tools were scattered about the room. Some she recognized, others she wondered about with more than a little curiosity.

“Remember what I said this afternoon?” He shut the door ominously as she watched him warily. “Do you want to be dominated?” As he spoke, he looked ready to pounce on her. She couldn’t wait.

She wet her suddenly parched lips. Her emerald-green eyes looked up at him briefly before sliding back down to look at his feet. “I don’t think it’s something I want.”

His large hand reached up to cup her face, making her look at him. He stared down into her eyes as if could see more in them. “What?” After looking at her reading material this afternoon, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing!

“I think it’s more of a need. Sometimes it’s so bad that it tears me apart inside,” she whispered as he watched her close her eyes. She acted as if she was embarrassed, but at least she was honest about the situation, he considered.

“Fuck!” He felt the wetness against his jeans as his cock dribbled pre-cum against them. He’d never had a sub tell him that it was a need. She was a need for him as well. He needed to control her sexually. It was far past just a want!

“Sometimes, I lie in bed and masturbate, thinking of being bound, spanked, and used by yo…umm, a man.” He noticed that she paused briefly, but then continued on. He wondered just who the hell she was thinking about when she was stroking her sweet clit.

He watched her, his body tensing at the mental image. He couldn’t wait to see her masturbate for him, stroking her pussy as she laid spread out before him. Would she scream his name as she came? He’d make damned sure of it.

“Do you know what a safe word is?” As much as he wanted to rush things along, he had to make sure she was prepared for this. He had to make sure that things didn’t get too intense or too violent for her. After all, he didn’t want to hurt her…not too badly, anyway.

She nodded, thinking about to the BDSM erotic romance books that she had read. “It’s a word that stops everything.”

“What is your safe word, Madison?” His voice brushed over her like rough velvet, making her toes curl in her ridiculously high heels.

“Red?” That was the word that most of the novels seemed to use. Generic, but it would work for her. “Sometimes they say yellow if things are getting a little too intense, but they don’t want them to stop,” she informed him, not that she planned on using either of them.

He nodded. “What are some things that you know you don’t want to explore?” He walked around the room, pulling out various pieces of equipment.

“No kids, no animals, nothing that will scar.” Pausing, she followed his every movement with her eyes. “I really don’t know—I can’t think right now.”

“No problem.” He moved until he stood before her. “You will address me as sir or master while we are here. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she replied quietly as she kept her eyes downcast.

She assumed that he was nodding with his approval. “Strip.” She watched him as he watched her. Fear and embarrassment were the biggest two factors that kept her immobile. “Now, Madison.” He never raised his voice, but the sternness and irritation came through to her just the same.

Lowering her gaze to the floor, she bit her lip. Tears filled her eyes as she moved to the hidden zipper at the back of the skirt. Her last boyfriend had complained about her size. Her large hips and larger butt and breasts hadn’t pleased him. Of course, his tiny penis hadn’t done much for her either, but hearing those types of comments from Yuma would hurt so much worse.

As she slid the leather skirt down and stepped out of it, she heard him gasp. The black lace thong she wore couldn’t disguise the fact that her pussy was waxed…and very, very wet. “Keep going Madison. You’re beautiful.”

Her eyes jerked up to his face. Judging his expression, she knew that he was telling the truth. He did find her attractive, even if she did have a few extra pounds. His eyes gave her more confidence. Slowly, she pulled the shiny cami up over her head. Her breasts were bare. The silver hoops held her nipples in taut peaks.

“Fuck.” The comment was barely audible as he pulled her in front of him. His fingers gently pulled on her piercings. Her hips arched with his teasing. Whimpering, she shivered. Her pussy was on fire.

She didn’t get to remove her thong—he ripped it off of her hips and tossed it across the room. Gently, he led her across the room and helped her lay across a spanking bench. “Do you know that this is for?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Do you trust me, Madison?”

She looked up into the eyes she had known for the last ten years since he had joined her father’s firm, first as a law clerk, then as an attorney. She knew that he wouldn’t hurt her any more than she needed. “Yes, sir.”

“So be it.” He helped her up, and then walked around the bench, grabbing the Velcro straps and holding her in place. First her hands then her legs were strapped down so that her ass and pussy were open for his pleasure. One large hand cupped her left ass check. He seemed to notice the small tattoo that was located there. Its pale, silver eyes stared up at him.

“When did you get this?” One long finger traced over the image.

Shit, shit, shit! She’d forgotten about her impulse tattoo. She’d had one too many fantasies about him, dreamed about him dominating her, got a little drunk one night after an unfulfilling encounter with her first lover, and had had a wolf tattooed onto her ass so that, in this way at least, she belonged to him.

The wolf in the tattoo looked ready to attack the first person who looked at it funny. Its eyes were light silver, and its coat was black and brown. A paw-print shape framed the image.

“Um, years ago.”

“Excuse me?” His voice hardened right before his hand reached down and struck her right butt cheek.

“In college, sir!” Her pussy wept with the slight pain.

“Why?” His hand had slid down till it traced between the lips of her cunt. God, she was so wet. He grunted with pleasure.

“Because I, um, I like wolves. They’re so pretty and free, sir,” she managed to lie as she tried to move against the bench. Unfortunately, the straps kept her immobilized, which in turn made more cream pulse against his fingers.

“Liar.” Within seconds, her ass began to heat as stroke after stroke was laid against her soft flesh. Building the intensity, he kept her whimpering and fighting her bonds as she sought relief from the pleasure-pain. “What is the real reason?”

“None of your damned business, sir.” She gasped when she wanted to scream at him. He moved away from her for a second, maybe two, before she heard a whooshing sound. She wondered what he was doing, but it wasn’t in her power to look. Suddenly, she felt it. His belt, or so she assumed, was burning its way across her ass. If she’d been able to arch into the next one, she would have. Whimpering and moaning, she bit her lip to keep from asking for more. Strike after strike landed. She could feel her juices running down her legs.

“What was that, Madison?”

“I was drunk, sir.” She’d give him that much. He didn’t need to know the rest. He didn’t need to know that she’d fantasized about him since she’d first seen him working in her father’s office. She’d been fifteen. He’d been twenty-four and surrounded by enough women that she knew she’d never be noticed by him.

Suddenly, he was in front of her. His shirt was off. On his left shoulder, he had the exact same tattoo. He stared down at her. “My brother and I got ours when our youngest brother turned eighteen. The design was made for us by a friend of Reno’s.”

It seemed to her as if the tattoo branded her as his. His mark was on her ass. She wondered if he intended to leave his marks on her, inside and out. She worried that by the time she left here, she would never want to be with another man—ever.

He opened his jeans slowly. The biggest erection she’d ever seen was looking her in the face. Long and thick, he held it to her mouth. “Open for me, Madison.”

After slowly licking her suddenly parched lips, she opened her mouth just a bit, but not enough for him to push inside. Within seconds, his long fingers curved into her hair and pulled. The stinging pain had her opening her mouth, and he eased his cock inside. It was so thick it barely fit inside. “Fuck yeah, baby. Suck my dick.” His fingers tightened in her hair as he pushed more of his cock into her mouth. She rubbed her tongue across the glans, slid into the small opening before trailing down as he slowly thrust into her mouth again and again, picking up speed as he pushed more of his cock into her.

“Next time I thrust in, I want you to swallow.” His voice was hoarse, his body taut as one hand released her hair, only to pick up the belt and swing again. He began whipping her ass in time with his thrusts, slowly picking up speed until suddenly, he was still against her. Jet after jet of his seed shot down her throat as her body shuddered in orgasm as well.

It seemed like minutes had gone by before he slowly pulled out of her mouth. “Madison, did I give you permission to come?” he asked as he slowly tucked his cock back into his jeans.

“No, sir,” she gulped, hanging her head down, fearing what would come next. She felt his fingers stroking her head before sliding down to lift her chin up. “I won’t punish you for it this time.” His head bent, and his lips brushed against hers so softly she thought she dreamt it. He slowly moved around to her backside. She felt something cool fall on her red skin before his hands were gently rubbing the lotion in. As she relaxed, she heard water running, paper towels being dispensed, and footsteps coming back toward her.

It was over she thought, a bit disappointed. After years of wanting him, just to suck his dick seemed a bit of a letdown. Not that she didn’t enjoy it. She had just wanted more of him. She gasped as she felt his fingers slide down her pussy. They encircled her clit before sliding back to her opening, teasing but never really thrusting inside of her.

“Did you think we were done, Madi?”

“Yes, sir,” she moaned as her fingers clenched. He moved back toward her clit but wouldn’t quite touch it. “Please, sir.”

“Please what? What do you need, Madi?” Again, his fingers caressed her, sliding back and forth across her cunt.

“I need to come, sir.” Pleading with him, she let her control slip bit by bit.

“You just came. You can wait a while.” She moaned as he thrust his finger into her pussy to the first knuckle and wiggled it around.

“Fuck, you’re tight. I don’t know many lovers you’ve had or when you had your last one, but you’re tight enough to strip the skin off my dick. Tell me, Madison, exactly how many lovers have you had?”

“A couple,” she gasped, trying to rock back against his hand.

“Did you enjoy it?” He slid his finger out and brought it to his mouth. She could hear him sucking her juices off of his finger. “Fuck, you taste good. I could eat you up.”

“Please, sir?”

“Did you enjoy it, slave?” Her body jerked at the moniker he gave her. He watched as her pussy gushed, more liquid sliding down her thighs. “Did you enjoy it when those pansy boys fucked my pussy?” His hand reached down and smacked her pussy. She screamed “no” as she almost came on the spot.

“Why didn’t you enjoy it, baby? What couldn’t they give you that I can?” He leaned down and bit at the left check, right above his brand.

“They were pansy boys, sir,” she gasped out before another, harder smack landed on her vulva. She shuddered as she panted, trying not to come without his permission.

“I don’t think that was the right answer, baby.” Wet fingers slid up to encircle her anus. He tapped it a couple of times before sliding back down to her pussy. “Try again.”

She heard him moving before she felt the rough hair of his beard and goatee against her thighs, felt his warm breath blow against her wet pussy. His tongue traced her wet flesh, flicking over the hard nub of her clit before dipping into the overflowing well of her pussy.