Masks of a Tiger (7 page)

There was concern in her
topaz eyes before she dropped her gaze to her hand resting over his heart, and
she frowned. He covered it with one of his own, and she drew a raggedy breath
into her lungs. Her scent increased again, this time laced with the sweet musk
of her arousal, and
Grisha
cupped her chin with the
other hand to make her look at him.

"Why shouldn't you
have come here, sweetheart?" Her eyes fluttered to his face, and she
swallowed hard.

"I only came to
drop off your jacket.
 
But then you were
starting your show, and I couldn't … I mean … I'm not sure what happened back
there, but I'm okay now, and I need to get home." She glanced briefly into
the dungeon, and a shudder went through her. He squeezed her hand and increased
the pressure of his fingers on her chin. She blinked and brought her focus back
to him, like he'd wanted her to.

"
Neeve
, don’t ever lie to me. If this thing between us is to
have any chance of working, then you need to be honest with me. Any
relationship needs honesty. In a Dom/sub relationship honesty is of the utmost
importance. Communication is the key, or I could end up hurting you badly, or
trigger something in your past, that will cause you emotional pain or worse.
Just like my show tonight. That's why you had such an extreme reaction, didn’t
you, sweetheart?"

She fidgeted under his
stare, and tears filled her vision. She resolutely blinked them away and stuck
her chin out.

"What thing between
us? I told you before I'm no sub, and I'm not going to jump into bed with you.
I don't even like you." She dropped her eyes back to where their joined
hands were still resting on his chest, but she didn't pull away, and
Grisha
leant in close, crowding her back against the wall.

Heat crept into her
cheeks, and her breaths grew labored, but she defiantly held his gaze.
 
He pointedly stared at her rapidly beating
pulse point and then back into her eyes.

"Liar."
He whispered
the words, satisfied to see her eyes darken as he licked a path along her jaw
and then took her trembling bottom lip between his teeth and bit down slightly.
She whimpered in response, and he traced her lips with his tongue, willing her
to open for him. When she did, he tasted heaven. The scent and taste of her
drove his tiger wild, and it took every ounce of his self-control and years of
being a Dom to not give in to his baser instincts. The need to brand her, to
see his marks on her skin, to demand her complete submission, burnt through his
veins like liquid fire.

She melted into his
frame when he took the kiss deeper, her feminine sighs spurring him on. He
allowed her to tug her hand free and grasp his shoulders, sensing her need to
be in control, to push him a little. He ran his hands down her sides and cupped
the globes of her ass, lifting her farther up his body. Her legs went round his
waist, and when she returned his kiss with all the passion he'd sensed in her,
he knew she'd surrendered.

A chuckle behind them
broke through the lust filled haze surrounding them, and
Neeve
froze in his arms. She tried in vain to disentangle herself.

"Please, let me go.
This is insane."

Chapter Five

Jesus,
what was
wrong with her?
Neeve
buried her head in
Grisha's
shoulder and tried to lower her legs, but she
should have known he wouldn't let her. His hold on her
increased,
and he pinned her back against the wall, while he barked an order at the man
who interrupted her. A man who no doubt had a perfect view of her shaven pussy
barely covered by the lacy thong she wore. Or he would have if
Grisha
had not chosen that moment to thrust his groin as
close to her as was humanly possible. The seam of his jeans ground into her
clit and caught at her piercing. The little tug of pain made her moan, and she
couldn't help but wiggle her hips against him to increase the delicious
pressure.

The deep, animalistic
growl erupting from his chest caused more of her juices to flood her pussy, and
she hastily followed his order of, "Hang on to me, sweetheart. We need to
take this to the dungeon."

The way he said the word
dungeon
sent a shiver down her body, as images of him in another dungeon
filled her mind. The barely functioning rational side of her brain screamed at
her what the fuck she was doing, but her body just wasn't listening. Being this
close to him, the need to stay in his arms consumed her. Her empty pussy ached
to be possessed by this man. The heat of his thick, rock hard cock burned her
through his jeans, and when he placed her on the huge bed dominating one side
of the room, she didn't want to lose the contact. He chuckled into her neck and
licked the sensitive skin. The curiously rough texture of his tongue sent her
nerve endings tingling, and she locked her ankles behind his butt, and ground
her clit against him again.

God,
she was so
close, so damn close, if only…

Her eyes flew open, and
the world tilted when he disentangled himself from her in one easy move. Before
she knew what happened he had her lying over his knees, her dress pulled up to
her hips, thong pulled down to her knees pinning them together. One of his arms
over her back held her down.

"Don't move,
sweetheart, or this will hurt." She froze. Surely he wouldn't spank her?
And why did the thought of that make more of her juices leak out of her? Why
was she not screaming no, or red, or whatever the hell one screamed in such
circumstances? Instead, she was in danger of staining his jeans with her
arousal.

"Don't you dare
spank
me.
I'm not five years old!" Even to
her own
ears the protest sounded feeble, and
Grisha
swatted her ass several times in quick succession.
The force behind those swats pushed her further into his lap, and tears sprang
to her eyes. He massaged her ass cheeks, and the hot burn eased and spread in
tingles of awareness. Her pussy clamped, and she felt the wetness on the top of
her thighs.

"Bastard!
You have no
right, you … oh—
What
are you doing? Oh God, yes, don’t
stop."

Grisha's
amused
chuckle vibrated through her, as he trailed something cold and smooth along her
slit repeatedly. He followed the object with his fingers, the heat of those
digits burning a path of awareness along her labia. She jumped when he circled
her clit, and he murmured his approval at her panted reaction. She tried to
push herself against that hand, and she screamed in surprise when he pinched
her clit.

"That's not the way
this works, sweetheart. You'll come when I let you, not before, and not until
you tell me the truth."

Again he traced her slit
with the object, and
Neeve
bucked when it started
vibrating. He pushed the toy slightly into her channel, and her cunt clamped
around the barely there invasion, her internal muscles desperately trying to
pull it in further to no avail.
Grisha
kept it there
on the edge, driving her insane with the need to come. The orgasm hovered just
out of her reach, and she groaned her frustration to the floor, pummeling his
legs in the process.

Another swat to the ass
was her reward. Her tender flesh stung and burned, the slight pain adding to
the assault on her senses.

"So, what will it
be,
Neeve
? Are you going to tell me the truth, or do
I carry on with your punishment?"

"P-punishment?"
Neeve
panted the words as her body climbed again. "You
call this punishment? Is that all you've got?"

Why she felt the need to
goad him she couldn't say, but by
God,
her body might be betraying her,
but that didn't mean that she would give in that easily.

"No, sweetheart, I
call this torture, and I can keep this up for hours." She heard the smile
in his voice, but there was an unmistakable edge of command in those words, and
her stomach clenched in excitement.

"You're so fucking
wet for me, and your ass is so pink—it’s a beautiful sight, sweetheart. So tell
me if you’re not a sub, then why is your essence staining my jeans? Why is that
sweet cunt of yours quivering and weeping? It's just waiting for my thick cock
to fill you, isn't it?"

He pushed the dildo all
the way in, angling it until it hit her g-spot, and
Neeve
saw stars. He fucked her with merciless precision until she was a quivering
mass of need and would have said anything to get off.

"Please, please … I
need to come … please,
Grisha
."

The swat to her ass
stung, and his voice could have cut glass.

"You will call me,
Sir, sub. And you will answer my questions without evasion." He pushed the
dildo all the way in and covered her slit with his hand, whilst the vibrations
inside her increased to almost unbearable levels. He pushed one of his fingers
into her anus, and
Neeve
screamed out loud. That felt
way too good.

"Please, please, I
will, please, just let me—"

"Let you what my
sweet,
Neeve
? Let you come? Do you need to
come?" His husky words in her ear grounded her, as he molded his naked
chest against her back and pulled her hair until she looked sideways and up
into his eyes. Glittering, golden orbs of intensity they pulled her into his
will, and she couldn’t have looked away if her life depended on it.

"Yes," she
whispered, and he smiled.

"Then what do you
call me?"

"Yes,
Sir."

His brilliant answering
smile of approval spread through her and left darts of heat along her skin.

"And you'll answer
my questions?" he asked.

"Yes,
Sir."

"Then come, sweetheart.
Come for me now."

****

Her screams of
completion echoed around the room, as she convulsed under his hand, and
Grisha
pulled out the toy and used his fingers instead. Her
silky walls squeezed around his digits, and he bit back a curse. She was so fucking
hot and tight, he couldn't wait for his cock to be milked by those powerful
muscles. Her skin flushed all over, and she squirted her juices over his hand,
aiding his fist as he clenched his hand and pushed into her tight channel. She
opened to him like a flower in bloom, and he fisted her into another orgasm
more powerful than the one she'd just had.

She moaned her denial
when he slowly withdrew his fist, and he pulled her upright onto his lap. Eyes
glazed over, her alabaster skin flushed all over, she was achingly beautiful.
He lowered her onto the bed and peeled her dress off her.

"Raise your arms
for me."

Still floating in post-orgasmic
bliss she complied immediately with a whispered, "Yes, Sir." Her
subconscious submission made his heart soar in hope. Maybe all he had to do was
keep on fucking her senseless and then his human tigress would be putty in his
paws. His tiger roared his approval, ready and eager to claim his mate, but
Grisha
reined the beast back in. To claim
Neeve
without her consent, without getting her to admit
that she truly was submissive, at least to him, would open him to a world of
hurt. He had no idea how this little redhead had managed to smash through all
his defenses, but she had, and she was far too important to him, to fuck this
up now.

He fitted his much
longer frame to her and pulled her into his side. She snuggled in with a small
sigh, and before long her even breathing told him that she had gone to sleep.
He watched her for a while. Even in her sleep a myriad of expressions crossed
her face, and
Grisha
smiled to himself. He adjusted
his aching cock and shut his eyes. It had been one hell of day, and it would
probably be a good idea to rest while she slept. He had no doubt that she would
give him merry hell when she awoke.

****

Neeve
woke up with
Grisha's
hand curled around her ass and his chest
hair tickling her cheek. The broad chest she was lying on as though he was a human
electric blanket rose and fell in deep, measured breaths, and even though she
was just wearing her thong and bra, and the room was cool, his body heat kept
her so warm, she wondered whether he was running a fever. She propped herself
up on one elbow better to see him, concern for his well-being burning a hole in
her gut, but he looked the picture of health.
 
She let her eyes roam freely drinking in the sight that was a half-naked
Grisha
. This close he was devastatingly handsome.
From the even features of his strong jawed face, the full lips that could kiss
like Eros himself, the thick column of his throat with the prominent Adam’s
apple, over the muscled shoulders and the broad chest and that trail of hair
that disappeared into his jeans down to the impressive bulge in his groin. She
let her fingers roam where her eyes had lingered, delighting in the feel of his
silky skin under her fingertips, his so very dark in comparison to her pale
flesh. A curious sound rumbled from his chest—almost like a cat's purr—but much
more powerful. The vibrations shook the bed, and
Neeve
bit her lip and rubbed her thighs together.