Discover Me (3 page)

Yes, Sir

With her
eyes downcast, she appeared submissive, but he knew by the set of her shoulders
that she was far from it. The smirk on her lips said it, too. Her defiance was
there in the way she pitched her voice, high and silky.

“How may I
serve you?”

She was
joking just as she’d been earlier when she mentioned wanting to play these
roles. This wasn’t play to him and he’d show her exactly how serious, and good,
it could be.
 
If she wanted to play,
he’d take it all the way.

He grasped
her chin, impressed that she managed to keep her eyes down. “Call me master.”

Her eyes
flew up to his at the sharp command.
 
He knew from the way her pupils dilated that she wanted this more than
she let on.
 
This was hard for her,
letting go of control, but he knew how much she needed it.

The
struggle on her face amusing, but he knew better than to show it.
 
She chewed her lower lip, sucking the
gloss off as she held his gaze.
 
He
knew the moment she lowered her eyes what decision she’d make. His smile spread
across his face when she let the word tumble from her lips in a rush of sound.

A shake of
his head signaled his displeasure. He took hold of her braid and pulled her
head back. With every ounce of authority he possessed, he asked again, “Say it
again, love. Mean it.”

She
gasped, her breathing labored as she felt the weight of his command.
 
He watched the line of her throat as she
swallowed; her body quivered in his hands, before offering in a husky voice. “Master.”

Satisfaction
raced through his blood.
 
He brushed
his lips against her. “Again.”

“Master.”
Her movements became restless as she softened for him.
 
She was needy now and he knew she didn’t
understand why

Their eyes
stayed locked as he stroked her cheek and waited. Heat jumped between them
uninhibited. He trailed his hand down to grasp at the nape of her neck. Standing,
he brought her face close to the front of his jeans, his cock hard just behind
it.
 
Her tongue darted out and he
bit back a groan at the way her face shifted with want.

When she
lifted her eyes to his again, passion was reflected there. Anticipation making
those black depths and endless pool of need.
 

She lifted
her hands to his zipper, but tugged on the short hairs at her nape, stopping her.
 
“Still trying to lead, huh?”

She looked
up at him in frustration, but didn’t say anything.
 
This was about submission to his
desires, when he decided.
 
She still
needed to learn that. Keeping a firm hand in her hair, he loosened his jeans
and pushed them to his thighs.
 
He
was beyond hard, the sight of her kneeling, her eyes supplicating, did it for
him.
 

“Say
please, love.”

Her eyes
narrowed, but another tug of her hair had her gasping. She liked a little pain
with her pleasure.

There was
a moment’s hesitation before she acquiesced. “Please, let me taste you…
Master.”

She let
him guide her to him, all resistance drained away.
 
Her mouth opening, her eyes downcast,
her compliance all had him harder than he thought possible. He’d enjoy teaching
her.

Letting Him In

The lamplight
cast shadows on his bare chest, lit in some places and hinting at the fine
musculature in other. He sat on the edge of the bed, knees spread, waiting for
her to obey his command. The command, deceptively easy when issued from his
lips, seemed to pour like lead over her body, rooting her in place.

His mouth
tightened, pressing into the fullness into a thin line. The way his eyes
narrowed, scanning her from head to toe as though assessing her.
 
Her skin chilled then heated under that
steady gaze.
 
She wanted to fidget,
bounce on her toes, move away, but she stayed put.

“I won’t
repeat myself.” He didn’t raise his voice, but he didn’t need to.
 
The soft words rang with a command that
mobilized her limbs and sent her moving across the room to him.

She
stopped when she was within touching distance of him.
 
He scanned her body again.
 
This close she could see the way his
eyes darkened with arousal, and felt an answering pulse at that look.
 
She knew, believed he’d take care of
her, and that sent a feeling of genuine warmth through her.

A firm hand
wrapped around her waist, guiding her forward, and positioning her over his
knee. Her hands grasped at the bed, at his legs, at anything to hold herself as
she tipped upside down, her ass pushed high into the air. She felt his hand
caress a path down the line of her spine then rest on the round curve of her
butt. Her heart fluttered at the way his hands kneaded her. His touch was
proprietary, possessive, and thorough as it mapped out her flesh.

“I want
you to repeat everything I say without hesitation. Understand?”

She nodded
her agreement, but gasped when his hand came down hard on her bare ass.
 
It stunned her, that first impact.
 
The pain, a sharp sting as opposed to
anything excruciating, still sizzled up her spine like a light.
 
She found herself trying to squirm away,
but he hooked a hand over her back, holding her in place.

He waited
until she relaxed against his leg before smacking the same spot much harder
than the first time. “I didn’t hear you,” his voice came as hard as the blow.

“Yes!” She
whimpered.

“Good.”
His hands rubbing over her skin eased the sting. “Now, repeat: You are
beautiful.”

The lump
in her throat made it impossible to squeeze the words out. She couldn’t understand
why he started with that sentence. Her hesitation earned her a series of
smacks, each harder than the last.

She sucked
in a shuddering breath when he stopped. “I am beautiful.”

Nimble
fingers stroked and kneaded both cheeks, pulling them apart and dipping between
so quickly she thought she dreamed the caress. “Your past doesn’t control you.”

A shiver
coursed through her. He saw deeper than she realized. That frightened her, but
she repeated the words in a rush.
 

“There is
nothing wrong with you.” He said it so calmly, as though it took nothing for
her to speak those words.

Did she
really believe that? Deep down, she wasn’t so sure. Tears pricked the corners
of her eyes. “
There
… there…”

The moment
her words faltered, the slaps began. He was merciless then, starting a tattoo
of sound that resonated in her mind, in her heart.
 
Over and over until something splintered
in her chest and a terrible sob welled up inside her, spilling out in hot tears.
Faster and harder he went until she felt that wall crumple, leaving her open
and throbbing and totally wrecked. There was no hiding from the pain
;
the one flaming across her skin and the one pulsing inside
her chest.
 
She rocked under the
weight of his blows and sobbed uncontrollably.

He didn’t
stop, simply demanded. “Say it.”

“There is
nothing wrong with me.” She repeated, her voice as broken as she felt.

Just like
that, it ceased.
 
She felt herself
melt, relaxing fully against his thigh. The brief moment of quiet calmed what
raged before.
 
Her sobs slowed and
then stopped.

He
surprised her by slipping a hand between her thighs.
 
The easy slide of his fingers shocked
her.
 
Slick and plump, she was there
in a way she’d never been outside of sex.
 
He parted her and eased two fingers inside her body, thrusting slow and
easy as her hips rocked back into his touch.

“Say it
again,” he whispered as his other hand caressed her hair and back. “Say louder
for me.”

“There’s
nothing wrong with me.”
 
The words,
his easy command of her, gave her more peace than she’d ever had before.

Make Me Dance

I’m hungry

Can’t
you see it? 

Desperate for your touch

Just between my lips and my hips

A need sparks deep that you must meet 

I’m hung up and waiting to be filled by you

-

The dance
floor was empty except for her, and she was too lost in the beat to care.
 It flowed like lava through her, bubbling up and out of her in a wave
that drew the eye of the few remaining people at the bar.  Her mind
uncoiled, stress melting away as her body swayed.
 
For once she was unashamed of the picture
she made.

Eyes,
intense eyes followed her every move. Masculine eyes that caressed the skin at
the plunging neckline of her dress, that watched the hem swirl around her bare
thighs, devouring the curve of her hips and her full backside. She felt his
lust from across the room.  Even through the consuming beat of the music
she felt him.

She came
to this particular club every weekend, knowing he’d be there.
 
Their eyes would meet, something
electric would sizzle through her, and she’d head to the floor intent on
seducing him.

Did he
know she danced just for him?  The worries she’d carried in were gone and
all she wanted was his eyes on her.
 
Beckoning him to do more than just look at what she displayed.
 
They just hadn’t made the connection yet

She tossed
her hair over her shoulder and met his eyes across the room. Heat arched
between them as she wiggled a little for him. The look on his face said he
wanted her. Her nipples tightened against the thin fabric of her dress under
that stare.

He didn’t
make a move from his spot so she continued her dance. The hem of her dress
bunched in her hands; she pulled it up enough to flash the bottom of her
panties.  She let her hips swing, teasing him with glimpses of her skin. A
smile flirted across her lips as she danced for him.

Would he
bite?

She
twirled around to catch his gaze again, but he was gone. Disappointment pricked
her, but she shook it off. She just needed to enjoy the freedom she had for the
night.

The last
notes of the song ended, signaling the end of the night for her. She waved her
thanks to the DJ as she exited the floor.
 
Perhaps her watcher would star in her
dreams tonight.
 
That thought
brought a smile to her face as she slipped out the front door of the club.

A full
moon hung heavy overhead, lighting a clear path to her car. A breeze ruffled
her dress as she breathed in the scent of night; so fresh and warm as it flowed
over her senses. She couldn’t help swinging her hips in a saucy dance as she walked;
the music still a steady beat in her mind. She closed her eyes and did a little
spin, a tiny bubble of laughter slipping from her lips.

“Interested
in a dance?” A husky voice broke through her thoughts. She opened her eyes to
find him leaning against the car close to hers.

Though
leery, she couldn’t help the lust the moved like fire in her blood at seeing
him. This was a stranger, she should be careful. Common sense told her to go
back inside, but desire had her walking toward him intent on seeing this
through.

The closer
she got, the more aroused she became.
 
It was the way he stared at her, hunger in his eyes.
 
The lingered, caressed so slowly, and
ignited a pulsing heat in her. Her eyes traveled the length of his body. Lust
overrode her fear and made her daring. She leaned her hip against her car, crossing
her arms beneath her breasts and pushing them out. His eyes dropped to her
chest.

She kept
her voice cool as she let her eyes roam his body once more. “A little too late
for a dance.”

His deep
chuckle made her shiver. She watched as he pushed away from his car to stroll
over to her. He approached until he was only inches away and she was pressed
back into her car door.
 
This close
she realized how tall he was, towering over her and stoking that flame higher.
They almost touched, her breasts almost brushing his chest.

He snagged
a dark curl from her shoulder, grazing her skin as he tugged it. “I didn’t
think you were ready to dance then.”

She
laughed, the sound throaty in the space between them. “Believe me, I was more
than ready to dance earlier.”

“Not
quite.” He lifted his eyes from her breasts and she gasped at what she saw.

That was
the trigger, that small sound of need.
 
He closed the small distance between them, pressing his body into hers.
His hips sank into her and she could feel the hard length of his arousal
against her belly.
 
She felt her
body slicken and plump in reply to his.
 

“You want
something just a bit different. Those hips were asking for a little more.” His
breath fanned out over her face, sharp with the smell of whiskey.
 
He thrust his hips, rubbing against her
mound until she moaned. “I think I know what you need.”

A hand
buried in her hair, tilting her face up, holding it still for the tease of his
lips over hers. She felt the slid of his other hand up her bare thigh. A slight
shift of her legs and he slipped a hard thigh in between. The trace of his
fingers against the front of her panties had her eyes fluttering shut as
sensations sparked. She let her hips rock into the probe of his fingers, just
as unashamed as she was on the dance floor.

“That’s
it, baby,” he whispered into her mouth.

She rocked
her hips again, needing that deeper caressed. But now it was all about the
tease for him. His fingers tickled her skin barely touching her wet slit before
dancing away to trace along the edge of her panties. She moaned in frustration,
which only made him laugh.

When he
just circled around her clit, she grabbed his hand and pressed it against her
body.
 
“Either make this happen or
let me go home.
 
I’m done dancing
around tonight.”

The air
sizzled now.
 
All the teasing was
gone from his eyes as he looked down at her. “Impatient girl.”

“And it
gets worse the more you deny me.” She pulled his head down to her and kissed
him.

The kiss
grew rough, stealing her breath as he swept between her parted lips.
 
He pushed her panties aside and plunged
to fingers deep into her body. Every thought slipped away as he took control of
her passion, sipping up the sounds she made as they kissed.

She broke
away, tossing her head back and gasping as the pleasure mounting. There was a
moment of shock as he tugged then ripped her panties off her, but the hard
press of him at her opening silenced any protests. He was there; she needed him
inside of her so bad.
 

He
advanced just a little, just enough to part her lips, then stopped.
 
Frantic feeling exploded.
 
Too slow, she needed him driving into
her, needed him to take until the car rocked under the weight of his possession.
She looped her leg around his waist, rolling her hips to bring him deeper, but
he held her so he could move in at his pace.
 

By the
time her body was parted around him, clasping and grasping tight at him, she
was almost mindless.
 
He pulsed deep
with in her and the urgent need to feel him moving inside her threatened
overwhelmed her. The grimace of pleasure pain on his face only intensified that
feeling.

“Please.”
She whimpered, fighting the grip of his hands, needing to rock and moved. She
squeezed her muscles pulling a groan from him.

“I’ve been
waiting weeks to hear those words from you.” He nipped at her lower lip, and
then rasped his tongue over that spot. “Say it again,”

“Please,”
she pushed out between gritted teeth.
 

Her word
ended in a hiss as he pulled out and surged back in. “Again.” His voice was harsh.

“Please.”
She whispered, so breathy, so desperate and needy.

“I love
hearing you say that.” He punctuated each word with a hard thrust. “So damn
amazing.”