Fuck! He’s getting harder realizing he’s scaring the shit out of me.
She didn’t know if the hollow feeling in her stomach was one of excitement or terror at the promise reflecting in his eyes.
“I’m waiting, sub. Why are you about to be punished?”
“For topping Dom Mike.”
She felt heat unfurl all over her skin as she watched his one eyebrow crawl higher in what she could only describe as the sexiest questioning move she’d ever seen.
“For kicking you.” Her lips flattened in defiance as his fingers curled deeper into the side of her throat. “And for being insolent toward you.”
He rewarded her with a delicious swirling and intimate caress as he delved his fingers deeper inside her. “Good girl.”
The dulcet tones of his voice reached past all her defenses to toggle loose the submissive inside her. Suddenly, she stood eager and raw in the face of his mastery, silently begging for his full domination to be unleashed upon her.
“I assume your blatant defiance is now at an end and that you’ll accept the punishment you agreed you deserve?” His voice was as dark as the promise in his eyes.
“Yes, Master Tiger.” She tried to soften the sharp edge in her voice but the quirk of his lips told her it had been unsuccessful. “At least I will try my best,” she admitted in response to his dubious look.
His eyes turned stormy as he began to finger fuck her and listened to the hoarse gasps escaping from deep within her.
“I’m only going to warn you once, and let me caution you ahead of time, Cherub … never ignore a warning I give you. The result would be detrimental to you at best.” He twisted his hand to toggle her clit with his thumb. She was helpless against the surge of lust that flooded her loins at the slow, seductive rhythm of his hand pumping into her. He pressed his face against her cheek and whispered in a deep voice, “Don’t come, little one. Not now and not until I give you permission. Is that understood?”
“Lord,” she wailed in desperation as he sped up and delved deeper inside her, ratcheting up the speed at which her climax rushed to the surface. “Please, I can’t … I have to come.”
“You’ve been warned,” he rasped and then … he was gone ... leaving her to lean trembling like a leaf against the wall. He gestured to the dark red door at the end of the hallway. “Shall we?”
It irked her that he sounded like a polite gentleman instead of the Dom who seemed excited at the punishment he was about to inflict on her tender behind.
His gaze trailed over her as she pushed away from the wall. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment as she felt the teasing reminder of the tattered shorts slapping against the back of her legs and realized how disheveled she must look. She reached up to yank the demi cup top back into place but his cold warning froze her fingers from finishing the action.
“No. As a sub, you should know never to cover what a Dom has unveiled for his pleasure.” Ava felt like a failure as he looked at her with a speculative gleam in his eyes. “Which strengthens my belief that you’re not a submissive. Not in the true sense of the word.” His mouth split into a wide grin. “It’s going to be a pleasure peeling back each layer to find what’s driving you, and once I have … to put you back together piece by piece until the submissive emerges who will beg to be dominated by me.”
“You dream big, Master Tiger,” she snorted as she straightened her shoulders and marched past him with her head held high. It irritated the living daylights out of her that the prospect of being under his control long term sounded like heaven on earth.
Gmphf. Get a grip, Ava Harper. Hell on earth is a better description of what he probably has in mind.
Her bravery slipped a little when the door shut behind the big man. It was the first time she’d ventured inside a room on the second floor. She looked around the room in awe.
The decor of the Red Room gave justice to its name. Heavy brocade curtains in red and old gold added to the allure of the room, enhanced by the throw pillows on the wine-red leather sofa and wingback chair in front of a fireplace against the far wall. It gave the room a warm, cozy atmosphere, along with the low light sconces against the walls. Her feet sank into the thick dark gold carpet that offered an added texture to the room. The double king size four poster bed stood against a dull bronze wallpaper background. Inviting and frightening at the same time, especially as she noticed the cuffs attached at the four poles. A large arch offered a breathtaking view of a bathroom with shining marble tiles and mirrors. Her appreciation came to an abrupt halt as her gaze snagged on the play equipment in the far corner of the room. A St. Andrew’s Cross, a spanking bench, and a heavy chain gently swayed from the high rafters of the roof.
“As enticing as you look with your tits pushed up like that, I want you naked. Please be so kind as to remove what’s left of your clothes.”
“I hope you realize this outfit cost me an arm and a leg. Not to mention it was one of my favorites to wear to the club.”
“I can see why. You looked fucking hot and sexy in it.”
Ava cast a razor-sharp glare at him. The absurd man had the audacity to grin at her. She couldn’t help but stare. Her ovaries, for a change, didn’t burst into song and dance because obviously they were just as flabbergasted as she. Every inch of him embodied a bad boy—more accurately, a wicked bad boy as his smile broadened at her glazed look.
“Or do you need my assistance?”
The dry intonation ripped her out of the trance. With a curse, she yanked open the snap fastening the front of the demi cup top and allowed it to slither down her arms. She was enraptured by the glow in his eyes as he watched the chains connecting the top and shorts snag on her hips. This time she was too caught in her own embarrassment to move. She never paraded her naked body in front of any of the men she had sex with. She grew up as a tomboy and female wiles had never been in her repertoire—not to mention the voice of her overly conservative mother screeching Bible verses in her ears if she dared leave the top button of her shirt undone.
Seeing the visual effect of his—
Holy shit is that … good lord! Look at the size of his … his tool!
Her mind turned to a soup of lust as her gaze remained snared like glue on his crotch. Or more accurately, on the hard length of his arousal that was clearly outlined by the tight jeans along his thigh.
“Eyes off my assets, sub, and get naked. You’re wasting time.”
“Well, it’s not my fault you’ve got such fucking yummy assets,” she mumbled under her breath and quickly pushed the leather over her hips and down her legs. He already had too much time to think up ways to punish her. It served no purpose to give him more ammunition.
“What was that, Shadow?”
“Just clearing my throat, Master Tiger.”
“Hmm. I don’t appreciate a mumbling sub … except when her mouth is filled with a cock. Is that what you’re asking for?”
She swallowed back the groan as one eyebrow did that sexy upward crawl again. It didn’t help that drool filled her mouth at the thought of sucking him off. She couldn’t help but wonder what he would taste like. A speculative gleam entered his gaze, which she countered by kicking the garment pooling around her ankles upward and watched it slap him smack dab in the face.