Safeword Interrupted (The Cattail Club Book 1) (8 page)

“That’s right, and if you come before we get to the bungalow, it will be the last orgasm you’ll have until tomorrow. Do you understand?” He squeezed once more to accent his question.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” He kept his eyes on the road, while mentally gauging how far he could push her without shoving her over. He’d have to take it easy – his little sub hadn’t learned control yet. But he’d work on it, he promised himself as the car ate up the miles.

As soon as we get back to the room.

Chapter Ten

If waking to find your Dom already buried deep inside you was the result of a direct challenge of his prowess, Bethany would’ve done it sooner – if she hadn’t been so pleasantly distracted by the orgasm crashing over her.

“Sir!” She wanted to wrap her arms and legs around him, but after nearly four days of non-stop sex and domination, her poor body was worn out – to the point she didn’t even have the energy to struggle to lift her limbs off the bed – forget even pulling against the restraints tying her arms to either side of the bed.

“That’s it. Come all over me.” Hovering over her, his lips bruised from her kisses and more than stubble on his jaw, he held her gaze while he ground his pelvis against her clit.

She sobbed, her thighs trembling as one orgasm faded while another chased it. She couldn’t...

“Don’t fight it.” He pinched one of her nipples.

“Ah…” Pain collided with pleasure, forcing her higher. Another climax hovered just out of reach. She shook her head against the pillow fighting the urge to scream. No amount of pleas, begging, or hollering would sway her Dom from what he wanted. If he wanted her to come again, she would. She tried to brace herself for another brutal assault of pleasure when he suddenly stopped.

“Shit.” Deacon sounded like he too was at the end of his tether as he groaned against her lips. His thighs tensed as he seemed to savor the rhythmic tug of her release. “Too tight, too perfect…trying to suck the cum right out of me.”

“Sir!” A whimper built in her throat when he jerked free of her pussy, his thick cock leaving a gaping emptiness in her that she needed filled. Her eyes widened in surprise when he scrambled up her prone body, his knees fitting on either side of her torso wedged against her armpits, as he fell forward on his arms. His movement immediately put his erection within licking distance of her mouth. The tangy scent of her own cream mixed with the heady musk of his sex should’ve been repugnant, but it was anything but.

“Lick me clean. I want to come against those pretty lips of yours.”

“Yes, Sir.” She lapped eagerly at the moist head of his cock. As she suspected the tangy flavor of her cream mixed with his salty essence. Above her, he groaned, then pushed against her lips.

“Open,” he gritted out as his cock slipped back and forth over her mouth. “I want in.”

She obeyed, nearly choking on the hard length of him, as he thrust inside. He must’ve realized she was struggling to accommodate him, because he froze. “Relax. You can take me.” He pulled back a fraction, easing the pressure. She tightened her lips around him, hoping the tight embrace would be an apt apology.

“That’s it.” His encouragement settled over her like a warm blanket. She’d always loved sex in the past, but pleasing him seemed to satisfy something inside of her, satisfaction that her past encounters had been missing. She moaned softly as she swirled her tongue around the head of him, dipping inside his slit to seek out more of his intoxicating taste.

“Such a tease.” He buried one hand in her hair, lifting her head off the pillow.

She made an inconsequential noise, almost a snort, before rubbing the flat of her tongue over the flared underside of his glans. She almost smiled at his low curse and the hard tug on the back of her head.

“Again.” His demand was rough, and his thighs trembled against her sides.

Hmmmm, a Sir hot button.

She repeated the motion as he began to fuck her mouth. It took careful timing to breath, but Deacon proved how apt he was at reading her – always seeming to know when to thrust and how deep. She hummed, hoping the sound would intensify his pleasure.

“Son of a….gonna come.” His hips lost their smoothness and began to jerk erratically as his orgasm grew closer.

She moaned happily, wanting nothing more than to taste him exploding across her tongue. So far he hadn’t allowed her the opportunity, preferring to finish deep inside her while she struggled against her bonds, or clawed his back – the few times he’d fucked her without restraints.

Then he pulled free of her mouth, his weight settling just below her breasts as he leaned back. She cried out in protest, her eyes flying open. The sight of him fisting his cock, every tendon in his arm outlined, as he brought himself to the edge was erotic. The plea that had been hovering on her tongue changed.

“Come on my face, Sir – in my mouth!
Please!
”

Her impassioned words seemed to please Deacon. He rose up his knees, bringing hi erection back within reach. “Hell, yeah. Open those pretty lips for me.” Deacon caught his weight by bracing one arm against the wall above her head. “Here it comes.”

She groaned and hungrily turned her head as the first spurt of his release landed just to the side of her lips. The second surge hit its mark however, coating her lips and dribbling into her mouth.

“Mmmmm, more…please.” She didn’t even take time to savor his taste before begging for more. Deacon groaned and shoved his still erupting cock back into her mouth. She sucked hard while tongue lashing at the head of him.

“Fuck!” Deacon stiffened above her as one final trickle of warm salty goodness coated her tongue. This time she savored his flavor, salty from all the seafood he’d eaten the night before.

When he finally drew back, she’d expected nothing more than a gruff thank you before he left the bed to fetch a warm washcloth. Instead what she got was a hard tongue-thrusting kiss as his hand dove between her legs. She cried out in surprise, when he thrust two fingers inside her while grinding the heel of his palm over her clit.

She screamed against his lips as her lower body exploded with unexpected pleasure, her legs pulling hard against the bonds holding them.

Deacon tore his mouth from hers, his eyes glittering with emotion and determination. “That’s right, come for your Dom.” He shifted his grip, and she nearly went into orbit as he found the rough patch of tissue that composed her g-spot. The pleasure immediately quadrupled.

“Sir!”
She tried to scramble away from it.

“No. You
will
come.” He rubbed faster while reasserting his authority over her. “
My
sub will obey – or end up over my knees.”

She whimpered at the threat, then everything went white…then dark as her overwhelming orgasm racked her body. Pleasure so brutal she could only scream his name before she lost consciousness.

* * * *

It took some effort, but Deacon was able to finally untangle his spent body from that of Bethany’s. Every part of his body ached from the viciousness of his release, but if pushing both of them to their very limits sexually is what it took to convince his sweet little sub that they belonged together he’d do it again. Her
evasiveness
about the outcome of their return was driving him nuts – pushing him to his very limit.

After gently freeing her from the restraints and tucking the blanket around her slender, still, softly asleep form, he rolled to the edge of the bed and sat up. What the hell was he going to do if she refused to be his once they returned home? He was a man of his word, and it was starting to look like he might have to walk away when every part of him – from his dominant sexual soul to his no nonsense common sense cried out that she was his.

“Boy, you’re an intelligent little shit – and can read a submissive like the back of your hand, but when you find the one – the one who can see through all your bullshit, remember that honesty is the key. Don’t make my mistake.”

Unbidden his uncle’s words from so long ago – when LeRoy’s last permeant sub had asked to be uncollared. His uncle had been more than three sheets to the wind on Scotch, but the younger Deacon had remembered the agony in LeRoy’s voice. He glanced over his shoulder at the still sleeping Bethany. Could it be that easy? Pulling himself up by his mental bootstraps, he sighed. There was only one way to find out – to ask the only woman he’d ever wanted more than on a temporary basis to wear his collar.

But before I do that – I need coffee…
He winced a bit when he stood as his thigh muscles protested.
And two ibuprofens.

* * * *

The most delicious smell in the world teased Bethany’s nose. She inhaled once more and stretched – realizing that Deacon must have untied her sometime after she’d fainted from that last monumental orgasm. But now, with that tempting smell, sex was the last thing on her mind. Food – especially if it was Momma Willis’s cinnamon buns. She slowly opened her eyes when the mattress shifted next to her, as Deacon sat down next to her holding a plate of steaming ooey, gooey, cinnamon rolls in one hand and a large mug of coffee in the other. Even without the damp towel around his waist and the culinary temptations, the tender expression on his face had her heart melting in her chest.

Whoa.
She mentally shook herself.
I need to remember this is just temporary. Enjoy the rolls and keep that smile on your face. Tomorrow will be soon enough to rebuild those walls.

She cleared her throat. “Is that your mom’s sticky buns?”

He nodded, then placed the plate on the stand next to the bed – just out of her reach. “Fresh made this morning.”

She licked her lower lip as her stomach rumbled. “You baked?”

“Yep.” He licked a smear of icing off his finger. “I thought it’d be a nice last day on the beach breakfast.”

She stared at his finger, then at the plate. “And what wonderfully deviant thing would I have to do to get one?”

He took a sip of the coffee, then set it aside. She frowned as he pulled out the drawer in the stand. When he pulled out a slender leather collar and held it up for inspection, her heart leapt.

“You’re kidding, right? I have to accept your collar to get one lousy cinnamon roll?” She tried to fob it off like a joke, but something flashed in his eyes before cool determination settled in.

“One roll not enough, huh?” He tore off a piece and rubbed it over her lower lip. She tried to capture it, but he pulled it back, leaving just the sticky icing in its wake. He popped the piece into his own mouth. “Then how about a pan full of them every Sunday? Would that be enough to tempt you?”

She thought about laughing it off, when she realized he was dead serious. Shoving up into a sitting position, she settled back against the headboard. “Look, you don’t have to bribe me.”

He arched a brow at her. “I don’t? Could’ve fooled me.”

Anger began to pool in her stomach. “What do you mean? You were the one who spent the past week fucking me until I couldn’t see straight. No bribes necessary.”

He gave her a knowing nod. “That I did. Not that I haven’t enjoyed it immensely, but it still hasn’t gotten me what I want.”

“And you think sweets are going to?” She crossed her arms over her exposed breasts – suddenly feeling vulnerable.”

“No.” He set his mug down on the table. “But maybe honesty will.” He picked up her hand and placed the collar on her palm. “I love you, Bethany Adams, and want you to wear my collar – to be my sub.”

Wariness settled over her, warring with her need to say yes, to jump up and down with joy. “For how long?”

He cupped her face. “For as long as you’ll have me. I can’t promise we’ll have a huge family like you’ve always wanted…” He pressed a kiss to her lips, then drew back. “But I want this to work. Maybe one day we can have a small family.”

“What exactly are you saying, Deacon?” She pulled the sheet up to her chest. “That you love me, but don’t want kids with me?”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t…shit, I’m not explaining this right.” He met her gaze. “All I know is that I don’t want to live without you – in my bar, or in my bed. But I’m not ready for kids just yet. Maybe one day down the road, but right now…” he shook his head. “I need it to just be us. Can you accept that?”

She nibbled on her lower lip. “I wasn’t implying I wanted kids right this moment, Deacon. But someday in the not too distant future I’m going to want at least one.”

Relief crossed his face. “One is doable – in say a few years from now. Maybe by then I’ll be able to figure out what kind of father I’ll be. Because I honestly don’t know even how to be a dad. You know my sperm donor didn’t stick around once he knocked my mom up with me and Steve.”

“And what does that asshole have to do with anything?”

He flushed. “Well more than one family member has said I’m just like him…”

She cut him off. “You’re nothing like that dumb-fuck. You wouldn’t ever leave your child behind.” She pushed the sheet down and climbed into his lap. “I wouldn’t be in love with you if you were such a cruel bastard.”

“You love me?” Deacon seemed to be stunned.

“With all my heart.” She gave him a soft smile, then handed him the collar. “I’m yours, if you want me.”

“Hell yes, I want you!” He slipped the thin leather collar around her neck.

As it settled in her throat, she grinned up at him. “Just don’t think this is getting you out of serving me Momma’s cinnamon rolls every Sunday, Sir.”

He threw back his head and laughed. “Of course not. Greedy little witch.”