“Stay still, sugar.” He slapped her bottom, and the sting burned right into her clit.
She moaned.
His fingers paused. “I asked Holt to see if you enjoyed a little pain. Looks like you do.”
Her eyes shot open. “No. I don’t like pain.”
“Mmmhmm.” He slid a finger into her, so fast and deep she choked. A burn ignited from the inside out. Her words tangled on her tongue as pleasure rocketed through her.
He slapped her bottom harder.
He laughed, low and deep, running his hand over the stinging area. “I’ll be adding a tad more variety to your trainee scenes so we can explore this side of your nature.”
Her tongue felt thick, and all she could think about was the way his fingers moved slowly in and out of her, occasionally moving out to slide over her clit until her whole pussy seemed to swell. “What?”
“Sugar, you like a little pain with your sex.” He illustrated by swatting her butt forcefully enough to make her cry out, then pumping his fingers in and out of her vagina. Another swat. Thrusting. The burning on her bottom merged with the sizzling heat surrounding his fingers, and everything in her tightened, waiting… She gripped the chains as her hips tried to lift.
When he withdrew, she whimpered.
At the sound of a condom wrapper being ripped open, her eyes widened. Her pussy pulsed, so swollen and wet, and the thought of him-of Marcus-actually inside her made it all worse. She wanted this, needed him to take her, possess her all the way.
At the silence, she looked up and saw him studying her. A corner of his mouth turned up. “You’re ready for me, little slave girl,” he said softly. She felt him swirling the head of his cock in her wetness and shuddered in anticipation. He brushed it over her clit and sent a tremor up her spine. She was so close.
A second later, his thick shaft slid into her, and she groaned at the astounding feeling. Then firmly, inexorably, he pressed deeper, filling her, stretching her.
“No. No, stop.” She pulled on the chains and tried to slide up and away.
His hands tightened on her hips. “You can take it, sugar.”
She gasped for air, and her legs rattled the chains uncontrollably. As she strained helplessly against the hip strap and his powerful hands, the knowledge he could do anything he wanted shot through her until she almost came right then.
“You’re hot and wet, li’l Gabi,” he said slowly, as if he savored each word, as if he knew the way his dark, sexy voice melted her insides. His hands slid under her bottom and squeezed. “And I intend to hammer into you until you scream for me.” But he still moved slowly, his size almost painful, until he had sheathed himself completely inside her and his balls brushed against her buttocks. He pulled back, then eased in.
Within a few strokes, her body adjusted and the movement of his cock turned into a slick slide of thrilling, wonderful friction.
She moaned.
“There we go.” Without warning, he slammed into her. The starburst of sensation blazed upward, arching her back. He plunged deeper-the hammering he’d promised-and her need grew. God, she wanted even more. Her hips tried to move again, jerking uselessly. She groaned.
“Let me show you why swings are fun, li’l sub,” Marcus said softly. His cock slid out as he pushed on the chains, and then he yanked the tire back, slamming her pussy back onto him like a pile driver. Smiling, he played the swing, back and forth, turning it slightly so his shaft pressed against one side of her vagina and the other.
So much, too much, and yet she couldn’t make it over the top. Everything coiled so tightly inside her that each exquisitely wonderful movement almost hurt.
Lovely, Marcus thought, rocking the swing enough to keep her right on top of the pinnacle. Every muscle in her body was tight, her hands clamped around the chains. And her little moans had turned to a continuous soft song of need.
He knew the feeling. His balls felt as if they were being squeezed by some ball-crushing domme as he forced his climax back. He slowed the rocking and changed his grip to the strap over her hips so one hand could keep the swing going. So should he play with her clit to send her over?
No, he wanted to take her hard, have her come hard, shock her a little. Since he’d started with erotic pain, it would be fitting to finish with it. He got a good grip on the strap crossing her hips and let the tire rock away. As his cock slid partway out of her pussy, he slapped her ass, then yanked the swing back to impale her. To engulf his rigid shaft in her hot, wet silk. Again and again. The way she clenched with each slap almost destroyed his own control.
Faster. More. A handful of strong swats and her voice rose. Her stomach muscles under his knuckles turned to rock. Another swat and yank and she broke into a violent climax. Her shrieks corresponded to the forceful clenches of her vagina around his cock like a giant sucking device. Hearing her come, feeling her pussy try to milk him, he couldn’t fight it any longer. He released his control and gave the tire a series of short, hard yanks. His climax roared through him, ripping from his balls into his cock and out in hot blasts of pure sensation.
With a groan, he rocked the swing gently, giving her a last few spasms-and when the hot walls of her vagina rippled around him, he wanted to take her all over again.
He ran his hands over her body, pleased at the soft, moist curves. The fragrance of her light feminine sweat mingled with the heavier scent of sex. He leaned forward, letting his weight down on her. Her soft breasts flattened against his chest, and he could feel her heart hammering. She blinked up at him, looking dazed, and he took her mouth. Even dazed, she kissed with the same wholehearted focus and response that she brought to having sex. That she used when talking to someone, he realized.
He could have happily stayed there all night with the swing rocking slightly and his little sub under him. Gabi, not Gabrielle. Fitting. She was as sweet and spicy as he’d thought…and worried she’d be.
When he undid the straps, she lay limp, eyes closed, still not recovered. Not surprising-she’d had a rough night, emotionally and physically, then come like a dream. He lifted her from the swing and settled onto the ground, leaning on a tree and nestling her against him. Amazing how nicely she fit into his arms. He rested his chin on the top of her head, enjoying the scent of her fresh, spicy shampoo and the lemon fragrance from the oil. Her flushed cheek lay against his shoulder, and her breath, still fast, puffed warmly against his neck.
He’d actually planned to take her slower, drive her a little mad first, but her spirited fight had left him with a primitive urge to conquer and mark her in the most basic of ways. As a lawyer, he liked to believe in civilization; as a dom, he’d learned how easily the animal instincts could surface.
He nuzzled the tiny damp curls at her hairline-sometimes those animal instincts were purely fun.
He’d barely gotten settled when three chimes broke through the night, stilling everyone to silence except a woman who climaxed in high yips. Laughter spilled through the gardens, and then the sounds of movement. “Wake up, sugar. We have to head in.”
“Mmmmh.” She rubbed her cheek on his chest and went still again.
He frowned. The energetic little sub wasn’t rebounding in her usual speedy fashion. Then again, how many times tonight had he terrified her, making her blank out? Although the desensitization was for her good, it would have an impact. He’d topped the night off with a chase, rough sex, bondage, and pain. No matter how much she’d enjoyed the capture game, it had undoubtedly shaken up her emotional equilibrium. No, even if she bounced back now, he wouldn’t-couldn’t-let her go home alone to experience whatever aftermath or nightmares might come at this point. “Gabi.”
“Mmmhmm.”
“You will be spending the night with me tonight, Gabrielle. You have the choice of where. My place, your place, or one of the upstairs private rooms.”
She stirred in his arms. “But-I need… I mustn’t…”
He saw the effort she made to think. “Do you trust me, Gabrielle?”
Her head dropped back onto his chest, her breathing slowing again. “Mmmhmm.”
