Newmar, Lola - Devlin's Beast [Scarlett Rose and the Seven Longhorns 5] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) (9 page)

Smack.

“Ten!” she screamed out. Hot streams of tears fell down her cheeks. That last one was no junk in the pain department, and she was thankful it was the last. Then she could hardly believe her body when that pain exploded over and inside her pussy and waves of searing sparks rippled through her body. Her abdominal muscles tightened and contracted as her vision was ravaged by brightness and colors. Her climax plateaued deliciously when Devlin pinched her nipples very hard, the pleasure-pain extending the extreme orgasm for several more breaths.

She must have squeezed her pussy really hard, she realized, when he pulled her body against his, her hot, bare back pressed against his cool, bare chest and gave one hard thrust, his growl loud and long as he pumped stream after stream of his hot cum into her womb. He held her close as they struggled for breath.

“Holy shit, Scarlett,” he whispered in her ear. “I never knew it could
ever
be like that.”

“I love you,” she whispered back, and he kissed her tenderly on the back of her neck in response as he pulled his softening cock out of her cunt channel.

But he didn’t stop and continued to shower her shoulders and back with featherlight kisses that caused her to squirm. The coil in her core began to tighten again before it even had a chance to completely unravel. His tongue glided down her spine, and she poked her ass out a little toward him. He chuckled and lightly held each of her ass cheeks in his giant hands.

“I think my kitten deserves another treat for doing so fantastically well during her very first Dom/sub scene. You were absolutely amazing, baby.” His voice sounded…different somehow, Scarlett thought to herself. It sounded content, euphoric, and liberated above all else.

Scarlett’s inner cheerleader went wild when she felt his tongue lap her still very wet slit. His head pushed in further between her thighs, and he then sucked her sensitive clit from its protective hood and into his hot mouth. He hummed as he held his mouth still, the soft vibrations sparkling all around her clit until she exploded again. He held her body close against his mouth until she completely shattered.

As she struggled for breath, she felt him move away. Her blindfold was carefully removed, and he unshackled her from the St. Andrew’s cross. She gasped when her knees suddenly gave out, but Devlin caught her before she’d even had a chance to fall.

* * * *

Devlin stared down at the smooth, elegant curves of Scarlett’s pale back and slightly raised ass as he took his time peeling away the black leather gloves he wore. His eyes feasted on every inch of her bare skin, something he often did when he would fuck her pussy from behind, as well. Although he loved tits just as much as the next red-blooded Texas boy, he often thought the eroticism of a woman’s back was much too underrated. The smooth, feline movements Scarlett’s spine would make as she writhed with pleasure made him feel like a real man like nothing else. As inexperienced as his mate had been when they’d just recently met, she was now an elegant, ravishing woman to watch when she moved.

The contrast of the cherry-red lashes against Scarlett’s creamy, alabaster skin refused to allow his recently satisfied cock to soften. He loved seeing his mark on her, the mark of his beast. His possessive nature was mainly to blame, but she was much too perfect of a sub to not be protective of. He could never ignore the unfortunate reality that his human mate could fall out of love with him and his brothers, and he always kept that in mind when dealing with her sensitive, human female nature. That made it that much more important to Devlin that Scarlett be introduced to the Lifestyle correctly and patiently.

“Breathe, darlin’. Breathe,” he gently instructed, softly rubbing her shoulders a little to encourage her to relax. His large hands seemed to have an instant calming effect on her, her shoulders slightly slumping with relief. She turned her head to face him so that her left cheek rested on the cushioned table. With her eyes closed, her pretty features visibly softened. Her breaths instantly grew more controlled, and he beamed with pride at how easily she took to his instruction, even during her aftercare. He knew the moment he first saw her that she’d make the perfect submissive, and she’d proven him right with how well she’d done during her first scene. Every man in the room, even most of the women, had looked on with carnal lust in their eyes as he flogged his innocent little mate’s luscious ass. Nothing made him happier than to know they all wanted what they couldn’t have, which is what he would possess for the rest of his life. If he continued to play his cards right, that is.

One of the club’s employees had set up their maintenance station in the far dark corner of the dungeon. He was willing to bet Scarlett, like most newbies, would want to be alone with her Master after such a physically and emotionally intense experience. The most pivotal part of a scene wasn’t during the climax, but when the scene was over.

Devlin had attended several useful BDSM educational workshops several years ago at Whipped Cream. The club often gave workshops and seminars to those interested in both beginner and advanced levels of Dom/sub Lifestyle. The workshops focused on safety, cultural guidelines, and the stages of emotions both submissives and Dominants may experience during such intense sexual encounters.

The abundance of stimulation from the intense sexual atmosphere might scare his mate away should she not take the weight of the Dom/sub Lifestyle as slowly as she needed to. The club gave customers the option of having a curtained-off section for more aftercare privacy, but Devlin had always preferred a quiet corner where he and his sub could continue to watch scenes during the all-too-important stage of rest. In his experiences, not completely removing him and his lover from the dungeon’s energy made for a smoother comedown from the intense emotions such sexual play may bring upon them. It also helped the sub learn to feel relaxed as well as aroused in the club’s atmosphere.

Devlin silently ran through the all-too-familiar list of follow-up discussion questions in his head while he scooted a short doctor’s stool over to the side of the table Scarlett laid upon. He’d led countless after-scene discussions asking the questions he’d learned in his Dom workshops. He could recite most of them in his sleep from going through the list so many times in his head.

“Is there anything preventing you from feeling completely comfortable at this moment, little kitten?” The moment the clichéd question escaped his mouth, he felt an unfamiliar pang in his heart. He realized it had been the first time as a Dom that he’d addressed his sub with a pet name other than “pet.” He’d called her kitten since the first day on the ranch, and he realized that any generic sub title just wouldn’t do for his mate. The other thing that struck him was how impatient he felt as he awaited her answer. He prided himself in his patience and control, but anxiously waiting to hear his little woman confirm her well-being was testing those admirable traits.

“No,” she replied in a breathy tone. The small, demure voice didn’t correlate with the uninhibited, brave vixen she’d transformed into just moments ago. “Your hands…they’re so…perfect.” She released a low groan of satisfaction as he very gently glided his oiled hands up and down the backside of her body, paying special attention to not further irritate the red slashes decorating her ass and back. He’d kill himself before he’d ever touch her in a way that would deliberately hurt her.

“How do you feel now that you are separated from the scene?” Again, something foreign inside of him stirred as he continued the routine questioning. He realized he’d even leaned in a little closer to get a better listen for her answer.

“Like I’m lying on the beachfront of paradise itself,” she answered without hesitation. The corners of her full, swollen lips turned up, a clear indication of tranquility she likely felt.

“Good, kitten. That’s real good,” Devlin said with a relieved chuckle. If there was one thing vanillas and kinks agreed on was that the Lifestyle sure as hell wasn’t for everybody, but Scarlett had taken to it like a beautiful swan to water. It took a strong, confident woman to be able to handle his sexual appetites, and Scarlett had been all that and much more. It was just another reason he felt lucky to have her.

They continued to talk for several more minutes while he comforted her. As they did so, Devlin felt an overwhelming sense of happiness that the very Lifestyle he’d come to love and find comfort in had ended up bringing the two of them closer than ever. But having Scarlett there with him to be his slave gave Devlin a deeper sense of contentment when acting out the scenes. It was as if he’d finally found what he’d been looking for after all those years at Whipped Cream.

* * * *

The uncontrollable giddiness she felt made Scarlett want to jump up from the massage table and holler out in delight. The thought alone made her want to collapse into a giggle fit. On the way into Dallas, Devlin had just briefly gone over some of the basics of what she would be experiencing her first time as a trained sub. She remembered how he told her the aftercare of a scene was vital in transitioning from fantasy to reality. He’d said that some subs would cry hysterically while others would laugh hysterically. All hysterical emotions, however.

What had just happened on that stage as she stood bound to a leather-padded St. Andrew’s cross seemed to have awakened something inside her she never knew existed. Being at her mate’s mercy and complete control was more liberating than she’d ever imagined would be possible. His control had demanded her full attention be put on her pleasure. Forced to submit to his demands, she’d experienced the most explosive climax she could ever remember having.

Now she believed more than ever that she could trust Devlin with her soul. He’d protected her and was patient and careful in his teachings. He had taken his time to study her reactions in order to keep in touch with what she was feeling, just like he’d promised her he would.

When his hands suddenly disappeared from her searing flesh, she looked up to see him coming toward her with the white lace robe she’d been wearing. “Now let’s just sit back and enjoy the shows.”

She allowed him to silently and slowly slip the robe on her half-naked body. Her arms and legs felt heavy and numb, and Devlin easily bended her body. When he lifted her in his arms, she had to fight for the strength to hold on to his neck. As he whispered to her how proud he was of her, he walked them over to a large, plush chaise lounge nearby. “I love you, kitten,” he said down to her, his light green eyes so obviously tainted with love. He sat down as he placed her on the floor, at his feet. She instinctively put her head on his lap, smiling as he lovingly finger-combed her worry-sore scalp.

“I love you, too, Master.”

Chapter Six

The echo of heavy footsteps made her pause over the stove, and she looked over at Devlin setting the oak table for breakfast. They smiled at each other, and he gave her a nod to indicate she should hurry to get in position.

She quickly placed the last of the French toast on the eight-plate setup then hurried over to kneel several yards away from the entrance to the hallway leading to the bedrooms.

After learning so much at Whipped Cream the night before, she thought it would be fun to give them all a little service of their own. Devlin even seemed excited about it.

Before their first sex scene, Devlin had never shown much warmth toward his brothers, despite how much she knew he loved them all. But now it seemed his mood mellowed, and she was relieved to see it translate to his family life. He had even helped her insert the brand-new silver butt plug when she woke that morning.

When she tucked her chin down, she took advantage of another opportunity to really check out the handkerchief of material attempting yet failing to cover her ample chest. She wore nothing but a baby-pink-and-black polka-dot apron trimmed in black ruffles. The front read “Sweet” in black cursive stitching. It looked like something a pure, conservative, nuclear-family housewife would wear to make her family cupcakes on a beautiful autumn day like today.

But that was the only thing Scarlett wore that could be described as demure. In fact, it was the only thing Scarlett wore, period. The rounded sides of her breasts flirted out the sides of the front, and her tender, well-disciplined ass rested against her bare ankles in the kneeling position. She wore no panties, either, and she felt the heat between her pussy lips thicken as she looked herself over. Just like Devlin had taught her, she rested her hands palms up on her thighs as she awaited their entrance.

As the sounds of their country drawls drew closer, Scarlett’s heart beat faster in anticipation, but she kept her form consistent and correct. Suddenly, the voices stopped. It was then that she knew the men had walked in the kitchen area.

Her head snapped to her left when she heard the front door open. “Mornin’,” Byron grumbled as he stepped in and closed the door. When he turned to face them, he suddenly froze and slowly smiled. Nothing else was said as he walked over, noisily unbuckling his belt, his eyes orange and thirsty for her body.