Bottoms Up (4 page)

The bed slowly dipped. The chains dragged against her. It felt so good. So delicious.
Oh, my God
, she thought.
What have I done?

Her eyes shot wide with knowledge. She’d been fighting the urge to lay herself at his feet since the very first time they spoke. She’d agreed to bottom for him damn near as soon as he’d asked. He’d barely even touched her body tonight, and she’d almost come twice. Who did she think she was fooling? She wouldn’t even be here if she didn’t want to submit to him, truly give up control, and there was no way she was going to be able to hold herself apart from the experience.

Johnny shed his boots and his leather pants. He prowled across the bed to settle between her thighs, and licked his lips. “Mmmm,” he purred as he dipped his head. “That’s a pretty picture. Everything ready and waiting for me.”

His breath puffed against her, making her quake and clench. She felt his tongue swipe once, twice, through her center. The chain braced her clit between her own silver ring and his warm tongue as he swirled and suckled her. He found the hot spot just under her clit that felt like pure flame, and he licked it, over and over again, his taste buds rasping against her.

Destiny’s hips arched and fell. Pleasure, as insistent and undeniable as fate, carried her onward. A girl could only handle so much sensation, and she’d passed her limit about ten minutes ago. He was going to make her come. It was only a question of when.

Johnny twisted the plug in her ass.

Now.

Her thighs tensed. Her hands fisted. She saw a wave of red as it came for her.

Destiny screamed.

Johnny pulled his mouth away from her the second before her climax hit. He sat up and crossed his arms over his chest. A devilish smile twisted his lips and pure, gleeful evil shone from his dark eyes. He looked like a demon, crouched on the bed with ropes and chains between them.

“Problem?” he asked.

The red wave receded. “No,” she panted defiantly.

Johnny frowned.

“No,” she said again, more quietly.

He reached for the ceiling, making her flinch as he unhooked her clit ring first, then removed the clips from her nipples. Blood rushed back into them, wringing a groan from her throat. He reached for her.

“Submit to me, Destiny. Admit that you need this. You can hide your submissive side from yourself and everyone else, but you can’t hide it from me.”

His fingers stroked deep inside her, and just like that, the waves of red began to rise again. Her reprieve was over.

Johnny licked his fingers and tweaked her sore nipples. Her own moisture eased the path of his other hand inside her. “Your body can’t lie. Making you come would be easy enough. We both know I had you a second ago. But I am truly a sadist. I want you to beg for it. Out loud. I want to hear you say it. I want your utter submission.” He withdrew his hand from her pussy and pulled her over his lap to remove the plug. He tossed it across the room into the pile of chains on the floor.

His warm hands played lightly across her upturned ass and thighs, raising goose bumps and an exquisite awareness of every inch of her skin. She relaxed over his lap. With her face hidden and her body exposed, she surrendered.

She knew what was coming, and she wanted it. Not just the orgasm, either. Something deep inside her recognized his Dominance and accepted it. She was accustomed to getting off on her own mastery. Now, she was getting off on his. She spread her legs and thrust her pussy into his hand, begging with her body again. Would it be so hard to beg out loud, just this once? What would it feel like to give up
all
control?

His first hard slap hit her sharply on her right buttock, bringing tears to her eyes. She didn’t for a minute think they were tears of pain. She knew better.

Destiny balanced on his thighs, held in place with his strong arm across her back. Steady blows rained down on her, and she rocked back into his hand for each slap. She had seen her subs behave just like this and had thought it beautiful, so obedient, but she had never really understood until now. Yes, this was what she needed, this was what made her feel complete. Being under his hand, trusting him to give her what she craved, was the purest pleasure of her life.

She no longer trapped her whimpers in her throat or stilled the restless movement of her thighs. She gave it all to him.

If it changed her life, so be it. She was ready.

He spoke above the sharp crack of his hand on her ass. “Destiny, do you need to come?”

“Yes!” The word poured from her throat, and the relief made her dizzy. “Please make me come.” She gripped his leg, spread her thighs.

“Yes.” Johnny growled and flipped her onto the bed.

He opened a condom packet with his teeth and flipped the wrapper toward the garbage can under the nightstand. She watched him roll latex down his thick length before he followed her down to the bed. His weight pressed her into the mattress and she held her breath as his commanding body hovered at her entrance. Then, with no mercy, no quarter whatsoever, he pushed into her with a thrust that brought new tears to her eyes. She took him inside, let him remake her body around his, and in doing so, Destiny reached her limit in one beautiful, grinding spasm that shattered them both.

Johnny was thinking about Destiny’s ass and getting inside its tight curve when she hurried out of the bathroom and made a beeline for her clothes. He sat up in bed. “Going somewhere?”

She nodded, eyes darting all over the bedroom, everywhere but at him. “I’ll call a taxi.”

“Not yet.” He wasn’t done with her. “You promised me a night, and it’s just getting started. I’ve got plans for you, Mistress, and don’t pretend you won’t enjoy them. You want this as much as I do. I’ll take you home in the morning.”

“I’d really like to shower—”

“And I’ve got a huge bathtub.” Johnny stood and crossed the room to her. He gathered her small hands in his fist and held them behind her back, forcing her body into contact with his. She caught her breath sharply and her body stiffened, but her hips shifted minutely to embrace him. The movement was so small and automatic that he doubted she was even aware of it, but it told him what he needed to know. She didn’t want to leave. Now he just had to make her admit it.

Johnny leaned down to kiss her. Her lids dipped, but stayed open. He caught the back of her head, hand tangling in her dreads to angle her mouth perfectly for his. “Stay the night,” he whispered against her lips. “There is so much more fun we can have together. But you know that, don’t you? You know all the ways I can make you respond. What is your favorite flogger? Want to know what it feels like when it isn’t in your hand?” Her mouth opened under his and he surged into her. He wasn’t usually into kissing, having much more persuasive means to ensure obedience at his disposal, but he wanted to kiss Destiny. He wanted to explore every part of her.

Destiny broke their kiss. “If I stay, can I be on top?”

“No.”

“Chicken.”

“I don’t bottom, Destiny. Not going to happen. But I would like to make you come again. I want to be inside you again. And I definitely want to make you beg again, all night, if you’ll let me. Don’t deny yourself the pleasure. And don’t deny me, either.”

She trembled in his arms. “Are you warm enough?” he asked. He checked her eyes. His eagerness to continue playing with her had made him forget what he had just put her through.

“I’m fine, über-Dom,” she said, smiling up at him, not subduing his protective instincts in the least.

“Are you hungry? Thirsty?”

She shook her head.

“Horny?” he pressed.

She laughed.

“Let me take care of you.” At her nod, he picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. He placed a towel on the edge of the tub and set her there while he drew a bath. He hoped she had the energy for the things he wanted to do to her tonight.

He eased her into the hot water, then settled himself behind her. Her petite frame fit perfectly against his large one. She was so tiny and fierce. He loved that she wore leather and had crazy hair and rode a motorcycle, yet she had submitted to him. His instincts had been right.

He cupped her small, full breasts. Her pink nipples were still flushed from the clamps. He squeezed them gently. “Sore?”

“Just a little. I like it,” she admitted.

His cock rose against her back. Destiny’s legs twitched as if, by reflex, they wanted to open for him.

He reached out of the tub and into the basket under the towel stand. When he had the vibrator he wanted, he set it on the edge of the tub and reached forward to hook her legs over his knees, nice and wide.

She moaned. Oh, yes, he definitely had things he wanted to do to her.

Johnny grabbed a handful of her hair and twisted her head to the side. Roughly, he took her mouth, thrusting his tongue between her lips. She sagged against him, opening for him, giving him what he asked for, meeting his mouth with her tongue.

He wanted to drive into her body, force her submission and make her beg again. Then he wanted to wash her, dry her, and care for her all night.

Destiny’s contradictions were contagious.

His lips gentled on her open mouth. His cock throbbed. His heart swelled.

Warning bells rang in his head.

Only one other woman had made him feel this particular combination of lust and affection. And he hadn’t quite recovered from her.

Johnny wrapped his arms more securely around the woman floating in front of him and buried his face in her neck. He wasn’t a vulnerable kid anymore; he was careful about picking his playmates. Destiny would submit to him again, and he would keep her defiance under control. He stocked everything from feathers to canes in the chest next to his bed. The other rooms Upstairs held crosses, spanking benches, shackles and cages. One way or another, he would persuade her to choose submission—because one night with Destiny was never going to be enough.

Chapter Three

Destiny raised her head from her pillow and put it back down again. Thank God it was Sunday and Come Again was closed today. She felt like she could sleep straight through the rest of the weekend.

She peered at the clock. She almost had.

Her stomach growled. Johnny had brought her home at six this morning and tucked her into her bed. She’d missed breakfast, and she had turned down his invitation for a stop at the Original Pancake House on the way home. Now she was two hours late for lunch.

The phone rang and her heart jumped into her throat.
Idiot girl.
It probably wasn’t him. Johnny had asked for one night, last night. No more.

She answered the phone. “Hello?”

“Good morning, Destiny. Are you awake?”

Her body trembled at the sound of his voice. “Barely.”

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“What’s the right answer?”

He laughed, and she could picture his dark eyes snapping with humor. “Good question. Well-fucked?”

“That’s about right.”

“Are you ready to come back down to the club now that you’ve asserted your independence?”

“Am I so transparent?”

“I can concede the small things.” His voice was droll. “Did you get enough sleep?”

“Depends on why you’re asking.”

“Why do you think?”

Destiny stretched. The truth was, she felt fabulous. “I’m starving, but other than that, I’m good to go. What did you have in mind?”

“I’d like to feed you, unclothe you and do a variety of deviant things to you until Monday morning.”

Her heart skipped a beat. Man, she was so easy—too easy. Just the thought of being with him again made her body, naked beneath the sheet, begin to heat. Her mind began to let go, reaching for the zone she had inhabited last night, where thought was unnecessary and response was everything. Scary territory for someone like her. Last night, she had let him have everything, but now, back in her own bed, it seemed surreal. Last night’s experiment had surprised her beyond her wildest dreams, but the fact that she was sore in unusual places didn’t
really
change her life. She was a Dominant, not a submissive.

“I haven’t been awake long enough to process last night, Johnny. My brain isn’t stringing coherent thoughts together yet. I don’t think it’s a good idea to compound the problem.”

“Thinking is overrated. I’ve been awake for two hours, and all I can think about is the way your body felt wrapped around my cock. I’m tired of thinking. I want to do something. With you.”

His commanding tone affected her like a sweet vibration, waking her body, making her doubly hungry. “Johnny, what happened last night was—”

“Let me feed you.”

It was a statement, not a question. If there had been any element of entreaty in his voice, she might have been able to say no, but his voice demanded obedience and Destiny found she wanted to please him.

That anomaly was going to require some serious thought come Monday morning. Her marked lack of dominance where Johnny was concerned was disturbing, to say the least. Where the hell was Destiny Blake?

On vacation, she decided, for one more day. “What’s for dinner?”

“What’s your pleasure?” His voice suggested things other than food.

“Pizza.” It was the quickest thing she could think of.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

Destiny pressed the button to end the call.

Certain moments from last night stuck in her memory like sensory snapshots. The thought of his hand hitting her ass that first time plunged her instantly into the moment. She felt it again, wanted it again. When he had kissed her in the tub, and then pulled out the vibrator, her brain had shut down completely. Her body had performed for him like a Stradivarius in the hands of a virtuoso, climaxing again and again until she could barely keep her head above the water.

Finally, he had lifted her out of the tub, dried her and carried her back to his bedroom, where he fastened her facedown to the bed. She had felt so boneless lying there that she had been afraid she’d fall asleep.

Impossible.

He had begun with feathers, tickling the soles of her feet, the backs of her knees, the underside of her buttocks, the sides of her breasts. She had gasped and giggled and writhed on the bed, begging him to stop, unable to do anything but react to the tickling strokes, until the feather brushed her clit. Then her world narrowed to the tip of the feather against her flesh—a soft, airy touch that felt like an electric current pulsing through her widespread limbs. She held very still, hoping for more, arching her back, wordlessly begging.