Destined for the Dom [Masters of Submission 2] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (6 page)

“Nothing, Hunter. It’s nothing.”

“Stand up.”

When Zoë reluctantly raised herself from her hunched position, he couldn’t take his eyes from her sexy black negligee. His cock hardened further, restrained uncomfortably by his tight leather jeans. Hunter’s gaze took in the delicious swell of her womanly breasts, barely covered by the soft silk. It didn’t take him long to notice her fully aroused nipples, poking enticingly through the thin material.

Maintaining eye contact, Hunter slowly and deliberately pushed the door shut with a resounding thud, and then turned the heavy ornate key in the lock. After holding it up for her to see, he tucked it into the breast pocket of his leather waistcoat. He smiled at her shocked expression. “That’s right, there’s no escape now, Peaches.”

“But, Hunter, I was just curious.”

“Curious, huh?”

He strode across to the bondage table, and rested his ass on the soft leather upholstery. He folded his arms across his chest, waiting patiently for an explanation.

None was forthcoming.

“You’re going nowhere. You’re in my domain now. What I say goes. My word is law. Now show me what you’re hiding behind the sawhorse.” When she didn’t respond, he clapped his hands together, twice in quick succession. The loud noise echoed around the playroom, making her jump. “I demand to see what you’ve hidden.”

Zoë looked startled by his gruff command. Trembling slightly, she retrieved the hidden object from behind the sawhorse. He recognized the bullwhip immediately. It was his most prized tool of correction, and one he’d spent the best part of a year mastering. Now he had the skill and experience to hit the tail of the whip to within an inch of his planned target.

Her hands visibly shook as she held it out to him. “I’m sorry, Hunter. I know you told me not to come in here, but I was so intrigued when I first saw the playroom, I wanted a second look.”

“Ah, Peaches, but you were doing more than just looking, weren’t you? You were touching, too. Did I give you permission to touch?”

The silence in the playroom was deafening. Zoë shuffled awkwardly on the spot, looking for all the world like a naughty schoolgirl being admonished by the principal. Her hands clasped and unclasped nervously in front of her stomach. “I’m sorry, Hunter, but I didn’t think you would be back so soon.”

“So I see. Now you leave me no alternative, but to execute a little correction.”

Hunter allowed his gaze to drift down Zoë’s beautiful silken body once more. Her breasts heaved, rising and falling with nervous anticipation, and her perfect little toes flexed repeatedly. He took the bullwhip from her shaky grasp, and hooked it around her waist. Holding both ends he pulled her hard against him.

Zoë twisted back and forth like a landed fish, digging in her heels, desperately trying to stop him from drawing her closer. “Please, Hunter, I said I was sorry.”

“So you did, but sorry is simply not good enough. It’s no use fighting. Here in the playroom, I’m in charge.” Still sitting on the bondage table, he wrapped his legs tightly around her, corralling her in place.

“But, Hunter.” Still she squirmed, twisting and turning, fighting his authority, trying to prize his legs from around her.

“Carry on wriggling all you like. You won’t escape, I’m far too strong for you.” He stared into her frightened, beautiful green eyes. “Since you seem to be so interested in my bullwhip, as part of your punishment for disobeying me, I’ll give you a demonstration of its power.” Knowing full well that he held her securely between his thighs, Hunter laid the bullwhip to one side.

Her efforts to escape were futile, and he figured her angry protestations were halfhearted at best. He knew from the look in her eyes, she was turned on. Her breasts were heaving, and an attractive blush tinged her cheeks. Still holding her tightly with his thighs, he dipped into the pocket of his leather jeans and withdrew a pair of Velcro cuffs. He roughly secured them to her wrists. They came with a metal D ring woven into the fabric. He’d used them many times before to restrain a wayward sub.

Holding both her slender wrists securely in one hand, he rose from the bondage table, and led her forcibly to the St. Andrew’s cross. He yanked her hands above her head, and hooked the D rings on the Velcro cuffs to the top of the X-shaped frame.

“Hunter, what are you doing?” He loved her submissive whimpers, and knew she was getting into the role-play as much as him.

“Give me your foot,” he demanded. When she didn’t immediately comply with his instruction, he grabbed hold of the nearest shapely ankle and secured it to the base of the X frame. He performed exactly the same procedure with her other ankle, spreading her silky smooth legs wide open in the process. Soon, he had her spread-eagled, and secured to the X-shaped frame.

“I can’t move.”

“That’s the idea.”

Hunter stood back and admired his new sub. He cupped her chin and angled her face to his. Staring into those gorgeous green eyes, he asked, “So why are you here, Zoë?

Her lower lip quivered as she looked at him. “I–I just wanted a second look.”

“Could it be that you want what I’m offering?”

She breathed heavily, and he figured she was turned on when she replied, “Exactly what
are
you offering?”

He trailed his fingers over the sexy black negligee, letting them drift effortlessly from her pulsing throat to her pussy. He reveled in the power it gave him. Hunter leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “You want to know what I’m offering? Then I’ll tell you, Peaches. Sex and lots of it. Hot fucking like you’ve never experienced before. That’s what you want. Don’t deny it. I know it, and you know it, too.” He forced his lips to hers, and she feverishly responded, by sucking his tongue into her mouth. Her eyes raised to his. They were such a beautiful shade of green. A man could lose himself in eyes like those. He wanted to own her, possess her, and hear her shout out his name.
Hunter
. “Just say the word, Zoë. Let me know how you feel. Tell me what you want from me?”

She took a deep breath, unafraid to hold his gaze. “I want what you’re offering, Hunter. It was always gonna end this way.”

Her seductive words soothed the ache that had threatened to tear him apart these past few days. Even when he’d gone to Club Submission
,
his thoughts were still with Zoë. He couldn’t shake her from his mind, and in the end he’d had to return home to be with her. As he’d walked past the playroom, something had caught his attention. A sound, or a creak? He couldn’t remember which now, but he’d opened the door to investigate, little knowing the object of his desire would be hiding inside.

Now here she was, in some flimsy, sexy getup, sending his pulse rate through the fucking roof. The last few days had all been leading up to this point. He now knew Zoë wanted him to take control. That’s why she was in here. She wanted him to catch her in the forbidden room.

Hunter could tell she was excited and frightened in equal measure. The sexy pulse at the base of her throat beat rapidly beneath his touch, as he hooked his fingers inside the neckline of her negligee. Maintaining eye contact, he noisily tore the garment down to her waist. He paused for a moment, enjoying what was his, before finally ripping the rest of the flimsy material from her trembling body.

A whimper left her lips. “Hunter.”

He caressed his palms to the underside of her large, perfect breasts, savoring their delicious weight in his hands. Her nipples puckered invitingly into tight nubs, and he rolled his thumbs over the engorged flesh, enjoying the sight of her arousal.

“Oh, fucking hell,” she groaned, squirming helplessly on the St. Andrew’s cross. Her head tipped back when he dipped down and swirled his tongue over her pebbled nips.

“I think I’ve caught myself a very naughty girl. A very naughty, excited girl, who wants her Master to pleasure her.”

“Yes, Hunter, please.”

He let his hand trail down her quivering belly. Closing his eyes and sighing deeply, he drifted a finger to her pussy. It was freshly shaved and smooth as the silk negligee that he’d ripped from her body. “Beautiful, so beautiful.”

The breath hitched in her throat as he slid a finger into her wetness, before lifting it slightly to contact with her clit. “Yes, Hunter, please. What are you doing to me?” She arched her restrained body, trying to make him finger-fuck her harder.

He smiled. “I like the way you respond. But first you must be disciplined for disobeying me.”

“Disciplined? But, how…what?”

It pleased him that she seemed unsure of herself.

“If you feel uncomfortable with anything, just say the word red, and I’ll stop immediately. Red is your safeword.”

“If I say red, you’ll release me? Promise me that’s true, Hunter.”

He tenderly caressed her cheek. “You and me go back a long way. I give you my word, Peaches.” His unambiguous assurance seemed to satisfy her, because she visibly relaxed. “Hmm, so what punishment does my sub deserve tonight?” He looked around the playroom. “Ah, yes. I see what I can use.”

He took the impressive-looking bullwhip from the floor where he’d left it, and held it up for her to see. “You seem to be mighty interested in this little baby. Your Master is minded to give you a demonstration of its power.” He placed it on the bondage table while he removed his leather waistcoat. Hunter flexed his shoulders as he stood back from the St. Andrew’s cross. Without restrictive clothing, he could get a better swing.

“The tail of this whip exceeds the speed of sound when used effectively. It will make an ideal deterrent should there be any future disobedience from you.”

“But surely you’re not going to—”

Her eyes widened when he raised his hand high above his head. Hunter had become an expert with a bullwhip. He aimed for a spot on the floor. When he cracked the whip between her open legs, her whole body went taut, arching exactly as if he’d lashed her clit with his tongue. Her head snapped back and her lips parted with a breathy cry as the small sonic boom filled the room. Surely she was the most beautiful and responsive woman he’d ever seen? He flexed his shoulder again, delivering a near-perfect crack of the whip once more. Pinned in place, Zoë writhed with excitement. Her body flexing, and undulating as if he’d stroked her naked flesh with his hand. He could see her legs trembling, and her breasts rising and falling incredibly fast. When he did it again, she looked almost on the point of ecstasy. A blush bloomed on her cheeks, and perspiration dusted her creamy skin.

Their eyes connected across the room. Without question, Hunter wanted this woman. She was his. Zoë had always been his. He stood over her, the potent bullwhip now hanging flaccid in his hand. “I told you not to come in here, but you wouldn’t listen. I hope I’ve given you a lesson you won’t forget in a hurry.” He smiled, stroking a stray hair from her eyes. “Punishment for your disobedience is now over.” He dropped the bullwhip to the floor.

Her head fell forward in complete submission. “Thank you.”

Cupping her chin, he forced her to make eye contact with him. “Look at me,” he ordered. He trailed his other hand up her thigh, smoothing his fingers over the soft flesh, until he reached her pussy. He watched her pupils dilate as he fingered her clit. “I see my little demonstration has turned you on. Your pussy is soaking wet, just as I knew it would be.” Her head fell back, and a deep, mournful cry left her lips as he speared two fingers slowly, very slowly deep inside her wet cunt.

“Oh, God, Hunter.”

Using his other hand, he caressed her breasts. When her erect nipple responded, he clamped the aroused flesh between his finger and thumb, and squeezed hard until she moaned. “A sub should always listen to her Master, because he is the only one who can administer both pleasure and pain as required.” He alternated between squeezing her nipple hard, and finger-fucking her pussy until she panted breathlessly before him. Her head thrashed from side to side, but she never once used her safeword, or even the word “no.”

He lowered his head and circled her breast with his tongue again, sucking her prominent peaks into his mouth, teasing the sensitive flesh with his teeth.

“Dear God, Hunter, yes, yes, yes.” Her restrained body pulled desperately against the St. Andrew’s cross, arching into a tight bow.

He moved lower still, slowly teasing his tongue to her womanly stomach, before dipping it into her exquisite belly button.

He kept his voice low and authoritative. “This is the playroom. I’m always in charge here. I trust I’ve made myself clear.”

“Yes, Hunter,” she answered breathlessly.

“You have no voice here. I decide what happens to your body and mind.” He lowered his face to her cunt. This was something he would savor. As soon as he speared her slit with his tongue, a penetrating sexual moan left her lips. Using his thumb, he peeled back her clitoral hood, and trailed his tongue over her sexual pearl. Whimpers of pleasure began to spill uncontrolled from her. He felt her clit pulsing against his lips, making his cock hardened steel.

When he raised his eyes to hers, Zoë’s feminine beauty stunned him. Her full lips were parted as she panted breathlessly, and her breasts and belly physically shook. Hunter licked her clit, feeling it swell and engorge as he sucked it relentlessly.

“Please…Hunter…I…”