His dick throbbed its own demand, but he wasn’t through playing with her. He sat up and simply enjoyed the sight before him. What was there about having a submissive tied on his couch, open to his use? And when the submissive was Rainie? All soft and round, color high, quivering with arousal and anxiety. Sheer fucking loveliness.
So. She was filled with the dildo, clit teased by rabbit ears. Time to top off the array of sensations with something sharp.
Lowering his voice to a warning growl, he said, “Don’t move, sweetling. I don’t want to hurt you…too much.”
A shiver shook her brutally enough her breasts quivered.
Still sitting beside her, he laid his claw-tipped hand on her left breast, letting her feel the pinpricks of pain.
Her moan of protest made him harder than a rock.
Using a pulling motion, he dragged the claws down Rainie’s breast until the points converged on her pointed, dusky nipple. Her poor areola tried to bunch tighter. To add to the fun, he rolled her other nipple between his unadorned thumb and fingers.
“Stop,” she whispered. Against his hip, the muscles in her thigh grew rigid with her approaching climax.
“No,” he whispered back and stroked her breast with the claws again. “Do stay nice and still when you come, baby, or these might draw blood.” The skin on her breasts was delicate, her nipples even more so.
She gave a muted whine of protest and tugged at the restraints. Her hands clenched as she tried to exert control over her impending orgasm.
“Poor subbie,” he murmured. Each breath brought him the scent of her arousal, and the insides of her thighs glistened. He reached down and reset the rabbit’s rhythm to a quicker build-up with a pause before starting over again.
As she shuddered with the fresh onslaught of vibrations, he gave her two more strokes of the claws. Then he switched to her other breast, leisurely drawing the points to the pink tip. There he paused to dig in the sharp claws slightly.
Sweat broke out on her upper lip. Her thighs trembled as fear of being cut warred with her unstoppable orgasm. Her breathing held a delightful moan with every breath.
There was a sheer glory in driving her to this point—to where she was submerged in sensation alone, to where she was focused only on what he gave her, hearing only his voice… Keeping her nipple trapped in sharpness, he laid his free hand on her mound, scissoring his fingers on each side of her clit so he could lift it right against the rabbit ears’ vibrations. “Come for me, sweetheart.”
With a low wail, she climaxed, still struggling to hold still. The effort would internalize the spasms so her orgasm would last—at least to her—forever.
As her muscles went limp, her skin glowed with the light sweat covering her body.
Gorgeous.
He dropped the claws onto the end table so she could clean them later and fully appreciate their sharpness…before the next time when he’d use them on her pussy.
Rainie felt…satiated, as if every nerve in her body had imbibed chocolate cake. With thick frosting. And sprinkles. She was drowning in after-sex repletion.
Yet, when her eyes opened to Jake’s heated, assessing gaze, she was ready to go again. And again. As long as he wanted her, she wanted him.
Even more, she needed him to get his own satisfaction—needed to give that to him. To make him happy.
Because he was Jake. Amazing, incredible, impossible. From his absolute control and ability to read her, his perfect technique, his harder than rock body, to his intoxicating scent of light pine and musk—the man totally turned her on.
But she could have controlled that. Unfortunately, there was more to him. The outgoing personality and easy sense of humor that disguised a consummate Master. His affection for people and animals. His sense of honor. And…his kindness. Yesterday she’d found a note. Jake had ordered that an impoverished senior wasn’t to be billed for anything more than medications. The incredible knowledge of all that was Jake washed over her in a downpour of desire.
She looked up and realized he was considering her thoughtfully. A shiver ran up her spine. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
His lips curved. Jake’s smile could never be cruel, but ruthless…definitely ruthless. “I’m deciding what position I want you in when I bury my cock in that soft pussy of yours.”
Oh.
Her core clenched. Still…no need to let him have everything his own way. He’d put the claws down; her courage was returning. “Well, Sir, feel free to tell me if and when you ever decide.”
He grinned and tapped the small logo on her shirt, Audit Me – Audit me Now!
“You gave me the idea, subbie—seems as if you must be due for an internal audit.”
Imagining the…tool…he’d use to perform the audit, she shivered, then made a loud huff. “I’ll have you know that my ledgers are well balanced.”
He cupped her breasts and ran his thumbs over her exquisitely sensitive, abused nipples. “Oh, baby, I agree. You definitely have some fine assets.”
“Sir, you can play with my assets any time.”
With a grin, he whispered, “I intend to.”
His kiss was gentle…at first…then his tongue plunged inside, and he simply…took. Possessed. Plundered.
When he stopped, he gave her a quick smile and opened the Velcro wrist cuffs. He removed the rabbit vibe, and her insides clenched around the emptiness.
“New position, babe.”
Her head spun as he helped her sit up. The floor chilled her bare toes, and she looked around, feeling as if she’d traveled to an exotic land for the last hour.
He patted the wide bottom cushion. “Kneel here and hang on to the back of the couch.”
As she turned and maneuvered herself into position, her knee slipped and she flopped down, half onto her side—far too much like a beached whale. God. She loved herself and her curves—she did—but her clumsiness summoned up memories of school gym classes, of being the fat girl, of being ridiculed.
As Jake pulled her upright, she felt…ugly. Her arm pressed over her rotund stomach as she longed to be skinny and graceful and…and everything she wasn’t. Forcing away the maddening tears, she managed a weak laugh and said, “Let me try that again.” She started to roll up onto her knees.
His grip on her shoulders stopped her. “One minute, baby. What happened?”
“N-nothing.” Her voice quivered. God, she was such an idiot. “I’m fine.” She shoved at his arms.
“Bullshit.” Sliding his hands down to take hers, he squatted in front of her. “You looked as if I’d slapped you.”
“You’re such a…a stubborn…”
When his chin lifted slightly, her words dried right up. Calling a Dom stupid could lead to pain and not the good kind.
“Rainie?”
He wasn’t going to let it go, was he? She huffed in exasperation, but at least her tears were gone. “Sir, I’m a big woman, and mostly I like that. But society is…can be…cruel.” She scowled down at her wide hips, feeling immense.
He studied her for a long, long minute, then tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “We all have those moments, baby. Bear in mind, though, I really enjoy your shape. You’re a fantastic playground.”
“Excuse me?” Her tone came out on the icy side.
With his hands curled over her knees, he kissed the inside of her thighs. “Now, some playgrounds only have swing sets. I suppose that’s all right, but in my opinion, the more, the better. As it happens, I like ones with slides.” He nuzzled her stomach.
“And jungle gyms.” Cupping her breasts, he teased the nipples taut again, then rose to his feet. In a swift move, he lifted her, set her on her knees, and with unyielding hands, positioned her to face the back of the couch.
“And merry-go-rounds.” He kneaded her full buttocks before whispering into her ear, “The playground that is your body could keep me entertained forever.”
As he kissed the hollow between her neck and shoulder, his open hum of enjoyment erased her unhappy memories, replacing them with sizzling hunger.
“Don’t move.” He ran his fingers along the top of the couch to her right. A Velcro cuff popped out from a hidden pocket beneath the upholstery.
Another cuff? “How many of those do you have?”
“Lots, sweetling.” He secured her wrist and pulled another cuff from the left side.
As he finished, her shoulders rested on the top of the couch, her arms restrained toward each end. Her breasts dangled. In the air, her bottom tilted up, stationed above her feet.
He stood behind her, bathing her in his heated gaze before lightly slapping the insides of her thighs. “Open for me, baby.”
She wiggled her knees apart and jolted as he ran two fingers through her wet labia. When she tried to lift her torso, a heavy hand between her shoulder blades kept her in place. “Stay put, subbie, or I’ll spank that gorgeous ass.”
One merciless hand pinned her, and his other massaged her buttocks.
Restrained. Touched. Her body heated with a smoldering desire.
His playground. As he touched, he’d stop to slide a finger inside her pussy or stroke around her clit—as if he wanted to see her wiggle.
She couldn’t help herself.