The Dom With the Perfect Brats (11 page)

“You enjoyed that,” he observed neutrally.

“Shut up,” she mumbled sulkily into his calf.

Cross brought his hand down once, hard enough to make her cry out. “Do you think telling me to shut up is a good idea?” He tapped her warningly.

“Ugh. No, I get it. Let me up, you fucking sadist!” The insult was muttered under her breath, but he’d heard it clearly. She moved around on his lap, trying to escape, but he didn’t allow it.

His cock was back at attention, pressed against her belly.
He smacked her three more times then stopped. “Are you done being mouthy?”

“F...” Whatev
er she’d been about to say she thought better of and sagged on his lap instead. “Fine. I was just going to say fine.”

“Hm. I don’t think I believe you. Maybe I should give you a few more to make sure you learned your lesson?”
He raised his hand menacingly.

“Don’t! I’ll behave.”

“Tell me that you’re going to be a good girl now, and I’ll let you up.” It wasn’t a request.

A
long silence ensued and she just hung over his knee. He could almost hear the wheels turning in her head.

“Fine. I’m done.”

He held her waist and lifted her to her feet, her weight negligible. She grabbed unsteadily at his arm.

“That wasn’t what I asked you to say, but I’ll accept it for now. You’ll do a better job of it next time,” he reassured her.

Gemma’s face said she was hardly in need of reassurance. Rather, she looked like she was going to search the apartment for a hatchet. “I will
never
tell you I’ll be a good girl. Let’s just be clear on that.”

He smiled blandly. “Time will tell.”
And right then he marked that on his to-do list in thick indelible ink.

“You talk like a
n old man, you know,” she whispered venomously.

Cross tsked at her and she frowned. “If you want a harder spanking you just need to ask, girl. There’s no need for theatrics.”

If fire bolts had shot from her eyes he would have been unsurprised. She was struggling not to say something and it didn’t look like an easy battle. He rose and looked down at her to remind her that he had things under control. Her inner good girl kicked in – the shift in expression betrayed her.

Gemma’s gaze traveled
up him, over his muscles, and farther up, and she licked her lips nervously.

“Come with me.” He took her hand and led her to the end of the bed. She went quietly.
As he buckled the cuffs onto Gemma, he could feel the left-over warmth from Izzy. He really should have two sets, he mused. She let him push her face down, bent over the edge of the mattress. Her body quivered, but she didn’t say a word.

Adrenaline pumped through him. Submission
, freely given. He’d won. The victory roared in his ears, and he stared down at her. For a moment he felt almost mad with power. He wanted to swallow her whole and keep her forever – the spoils of war. He breathed deeply, trying to calm himself. As the haze subsided, he noticed how tiny she was – the brave little thing – and felt guilty. Sometimes she challenged him so much that he forgot their size difference. He had to be careful not to lose control. It was his job to keep his girl safe, especially from his inner sadist. At least until they’d discussed her limits.

He beckoned to Izzy and she crawled down the bed to him. “Kiss her.”

Instead of shuffling to an easier position, the girl did precisely as she was told and started to kiss Gemma upside down – top lip to bottom. As he tied Gemma down he watched them, cock throbbing. What was so damn hot about two girls kissing?

“You can turn if you want, Izzy.” She did, finding a more comfortable position. After a few moments her mouth strayed to Gemma’s neck and back.

His knees complained as he hit the hardwood floor, and he vowed to buy a rug for this end of the room. He fastened Gemma’s hands to the middle anchor points, her ankles to the bottom rings on the posts, but did so loosely so she could draw her legs together a little if she was uncomfortable. On a whim he licked the back of each of her knees and she grunted, shifting, trying to close her legs but not able to get far. He bit and sucked on the back of her thighs, blowing warm breath across the moisture his mouth left, moving slowly higher. Her body strained against the bonds, begging silently for his mouth to do something more useful. Feeling decidedly unhelpful, he breathed on her sex then bit her freshly spanked ass. She squeaked in surprise.

“Cross
! Come on,” Gemma protested. He watched Izzy running her hands over her bound friend, dragging her nails on her skin, kissing the back of her neck, nuzzling her ear. Gemma strained backward, her ass trying to snake charm him into touching her.

He leaned forward. “What, girl? I don’t understand what you want me to do
.” He feigned innocence, mouth close to her labia so she could feel his lips move when he spoke. He stroked through her wetness and found her clit, flicked it once with his tongue then sat back on his heels to wait.

Gemma panted and struggled. “Are you...” she began angrily then stopped. She was a learning creature. She groaned. “Fine. What do I have to say?”

“Ask for what you want. Politely.”

Her response was to growl. “Untie me and I’ll fix it myself.”

“Alright.” Cross leaned in and licked her. She whined and wriggled in his face. Encouraged by her sudden disinterest in being untied, he sucked and tortured her clit until she was yelling incoherently.

Her body was tensing for orgasm when he stopped. He got to his feet and untied her and she lay there, grinding her hips against the bed and
sounding distressed. Watching her, he grabbed onto his cock which was heartily displeased that it wasn’t in the girl.

“Fuck me,” she begged.

If only it were that easy. Cross leaned over her, his member pressed along the cleft of her ass. He slid against her, stifling a groan. Tucking his mouth into the curve between her shoulder and neck he sucked then bit down. She screamed into the mattress and pressed back against him.

“You said no fucking tonight,” he snarled in her ear. He was losing control. This wasn’t going to be suave or pretty. “If you want me to change my mind, ask like a good girl.”

“Fuck! Okay! ” she surrendered. “I need you to fuck me... Please, Cross?”

His evil Dom brain briefly toyed with the idea of making her say
Sir
, but his cock was too impatient for that right then.

Cross stood then blinked in surprise as Izzy awkwardly rolled a condom onto him. He kissed her for a moment,
until she pushed him away and urged him back to Gemma.

“She needs you. Go!” Izzy commanded. She actually slapped his ass to hurry him up.

Bossy vanilla girls. He needed to have a little chat with them both later.

While he’d been busy with Izzy, Gemma had snaked a hand beneath herself and was putting pressure on her clit. He pulled her hand away and slapped the back of it.

“That’s my job.” He grabbed her hips and tried to plunge into her, but her snugness demanded that he take it slower. Grunting, he wedged his way in, bottoming out just as his stomach met her ass. His cock throbbed inside her and he stilled for a moment, letting their bodies get accustomed to each other. The girl was virgin tight. Her ex must have been unfortunately endowed.

She trembled under him, waiting. Reaching under her, he stroked her clit with one hand, while his other hand wound tightly in her hair. He barely moved his hips, waiting for her to do the work. Izzy alternated between kissing the two of them, running her hands over their bodies. Gemma squirmed erratically, coaxed into reacting to the toying of his fingers. Soon she was a crying, desperate mess.

“Please! I need it hard,” she babbled in the midst of a tirade about stupid men and their stupid cocks.

Gritting his teeth he pulled out most of the way then slammed back into her. She made the slightly hysterical noise of a woman whose g-spot had been found and abused, so he did it again. And again. Her body locked down under him, and when she came
, he thought she was going to squeeze his cock right off. Her mouth opened, but the piercing scream took a few moments to find its way out. He shifted his grip to her hips and pummeled into her.

The clutching ripple of her second orgasm was more than he could bear. Sightless eyes rolled back in his head and he released into her forever. His orgasm was so violent he was momentarily concerned that he’d shredded the condom or damaged the girl. Spent, he collapsed onto her back. She grunted at his weight and he shifted to take some of it on his forearms.

Izzy was stretched out beside them, her arm draped over his back. She grinned at him.

“You okay?” he whispered into Gemma’s ear.

She smiled weakly. “Don’t make me talk. Dead people aren’t very chatty.”

“Shit, I killed you?” He chuckled. “This is going to be hard to explain to the cops.”

Gemma whimpered and shifted under him. “Don’t laugh,” she whined. “You’re still...”

Fuck. His cock was still hard. The thing had a mind of its own. He politely withdrew and she gasped. It only took a moment to clean himself and he hauled both women up the bed. They cuddled into him, but looked at each other shyly.

“I made you do it. It’s not your fault,” he said, wrapping proprietary arms around them. They needed the reassurance right now. The two women felt right in his arms, although he figured most men would feel that way if they were similarly blessed.

“I’m still not into girls.” Gemma frowned. “No offense, Izzy.”

Izzy shrugged. “None taken. I’m not into girls either.”

Conveniently neither was wearing pants, Cross mused. Otherwise at least one of them would have burst into flame.

A few minutes later he was still staring blissfully at the wooden canopy above them, thinking he definitely needed a mirror there so he could admire them from different angles next time. Unaware of his nefarious scheming, they were both, adorably, sound asleep.

Gemma

Gemma woke to the sound of clanging dishes and a soft voice calling her name. She lifted her face out of the pillow it was currently stuffed in. A pillow that smelled like man.

“Wake up, sleepy head,” Izzy said.

A warm hand rested on her back. Skin on skin. She was naked. The memories of the night before came flooding in and she rolled over and groaned. What the fuck had she gotten herself into?

“What time is it?”
Morning sun rays peeked through the curtain, making her shield her eyes. Sunshine and early morning didn’t mix. Cross needed thicker curtains.

“It’s late,” Izzy said.
“It’s nine o’clock already.”

“Late?” Fuck. If Cross and Izzy were the type of people
who thought nine o’clock wake-up calls were acceptable, she’d have to seriously reconsider this...well, whatever this was. “Ugh. Let me go back to sleep.” She pulled the covers over her head and waited for the sound of Izzy leaving the room.

She chuckled and tugged on the blanket. “Cross is going to come back here and spank your ass again if you don’t come eat his breakfast.”

At that, she flung the heavy comforter off. “He’d better not!”

Izzy laughed loudly
and Gemma resisted the urge to smack her with a pillow. She growled instead.

“Not a morning person, are you?”

“That’s the understatement of the century.” A set of cuffs hanging from the bed posts grabbed her attention. She squeezed her eyes shut then opened them again. They were still there.

“Do you need help finding your clothes?” Izzy asked.

“What?”

Izzy was still sitting there, with
Gemma naked under the thin sheet.

“No. That’s okay.” Space. She needed space to process everything that had happened. “Um. I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

She looked slightly disappointed but gave her a small smile before leaving the room. Gemma stretched her limbs then climbed out of the monstrous bed.

The previous
night had been a night for firsts apparently. Licking a girl’s nipples, helping to tie a girl up, getting her ass spanked. Fuck, that was humiliating. Her thighs clenched, remembering his uncompromising arm around her waist, keeping her still while he slammed his hard fucking hand down on her until she’d begged him to stop.

Mmm. Despite the embarrassment, the memory was making her hot.
If she’d been wearing underwear, she’d be soaked just thinking about it.

Speaking of underwear, she couldn’t find hers anywhere.
Oh well, she’d gone without underwear before. She sighed and pulled on her dress then gave herself a quick once-over in the mirror on the dresser. God, she looked like she’d just come out of a hurricane!

Bathroom. She needed a bathroom. There was one attached to the bedroom and she used the sink to wet down her untamed hair and wash off the smudged makeup from the night before. After she looked a little less day-after-prom, she made her way to the kitchen.

The sound of something sizzling on the stove top and the smell of bacon meant someone was cooking. She was surprised to see Cross standing at the stove, spatula in hand.

“What are you making today?” she asked him. “Bacon and ketchup?”

“Smartass,” he mumbled. “Sit down. How do you like your coffee?”

Obediently, she sat at the empty dining room table. “Black.”

Izzy scurried around the kitchen, helping Cross prepare breakfast. She felt a little guilty not to be helping but, jeez, nine in the morning? She rubbed her bleary face with her hands. Working at a tattoo shop meant the day didn’t start until noon. Why she would wake up more than an hour before then was beyond her, though most people thought it odd. Including her sunshine-and-daisies roommate, who scolded her often about being a “lazy bones.” Jesus, not everyone acted like a Disney princess all the time.

A mug of coffee appeared in front of her. She looked up to see Cross smirking down at her.
“Black coffee?” he said. “You’re hardcore.”

“Yeah, I’m a real badass.”

Izzy snickered and placed a plate of bacon on the table.

Gemma
grimaced. If he was truly serving bacon and ketchup, she was doing a donut run pronto. A plate of eggs appeared next and she exhaled in relief.

“Speaking of badass,” Cross said as he sat in the seat between her and Izzy, “how does your
s feel?”

Her face must’ve turned
bright red. “Fine. Listen. You can’t do that ever again.” She kept her gaze on her plate, which had miraculously been filled with food. Ordering Cross was beginning to feel dangerous but some things had to be said. She waited for his response, half expecting him to yank her over his knee again. Warmth spread between her legs at the thought.

Ugh. Damn betraying body!

“If that’s really what you want,” he said after a moment, “then we can remain friends.”

She snapped her head up in surprise. That was it? He’d end things over a spanking? She looked at Izzy but she only shrugged. “Is last night really the only way you do things?”

“Yes. And I was going easy on you.”

It was Izzy’s turn to be shocked. “Easy?”

Without a word, he rose from the table and walked off. Gemma whispered to Izzy, “Where’s he going?”

“Maybe to get some rope to tie you to
the sex platform so you can’t leave.” She smiled slyly.

“That is not even funny,” she hissed and Izzy laughed.
The whole-hearted amusement and cute crinkle around her eyes would’ve made her smile back in most circumstances.

Cross’s
heavy footsteps across the creaking floor heralded his return a few moments later. Looming over them, he held out a short leather strap. The thing looked nasty. He didn’t mean to hit her with it, did he?

She gulped. Izzy stared up at him, wide-eyed.

He looked pleased with their reactions. “This,” he tapped it against his palm, “is usually what I use to punish bratty girls. I only used my hand last night. You might want to think about that before you cross me in the future.”

A strangled snort escaped Izzy and she covered her mouth with her hand.
“Yeah, Gemma. Don’t cross Cross or he’ll tie you to a cross and beat you.”

He quirked a brow. “You want to try it first, little one?”

She clamped her lips together tight and shook her head.

After placing the strap on the table, he gazed down at Gemma
, but her gaze was glued to the strap menacing her from only a few feet away. She scooted away from it as if it were about to jump up and bite her.

“I think you liked what we did last night.” He placed his hands on the table next to her and leaned in. His scent washed over her, and with it memories from last night. His punishing kiss, the way he worked her over with his mouth. She almost moaned as her clit began to throb.

His mouth inches from her ear, he rasped, “I have a feeling you’d like going further too.”

She fought back a shiver. “Further how?”

He rose to his full height, forcing her to strain her neck to look up at him. “How would you feel about me making you kneel?”

A flutter started in her stomach as her need grew
, but her pride demanded she hold out. So she gave him a casual shrug.

He yanked her ch
air away from the table so fast she almost fell out of it.

“Kneel,” he commanded
– stern, with baritone depth, and his eyes were stone.

Her brain didn’t get involved.
She dropped to her knees immediately then cursed herself for the easy obedience. Before she could get up and give an outraged protest, a hand gripped her hair and held her there.

Her pussy clenched and it felt like all th
e blood in her body rushed down between her legs. God, she was ready to beg him to fuck her again. This was so not fair.

He poked her fork into a bite of scrambled egg and placed it in front of her mouth. With his hand in her hair, she was
n’t going anywhere anytime soon. She opened her mouth and let him feed her.

“Good girl,
” he said then released her.

Good girl? She scowled up at him
, confused, horny, and so unsure of what she was doing she wanted to bite him.

He tapped the side of her face
with a finger. “Scowling at your Dom is a punishable offense.”

“You can’t punish me for making a face!”

His brows shot up at the challenge. “Talking back already? I think the strap is going to get broken in fast.” He turned to Izzy. “What do you think, little one?”

“Better her than me,” she muttered.

Gemma glared. Traitor.

He chuckled then went back to his seat. “You
may get up now.”

She scrambled back into her chair, still scowling. Her mind and body were at war. In her head, she wanted to demand to be treated like a twenty-first century woman. And
, most of all, she wanted to throw that damned strap in the garbage. It felt like it was staring at her, taunting her. If she stayed and played his dominance games, she knew she’d feel that against her ass eventually. Ugh! And the idea of it made her wet! That was the other part of the war. Her body betrayed her at every turn. His stern commands, the strength of his body, the threats, even when he called her girl – it made her feel like melting into a puddle.

She picked at her food while she waged
her internal battle. After several sips of the bitter coffee, she was feeling a little better. She could keep things under control, despite his attempt at throwing her off balance.

After a deep breath, she looked at him and Izzy, quietly chatting. She hadn’t heard a word they’d said.

“Don’t I get some say in all this?” she finally blurted.

After shoveling in the
last forkful of his breakfast, he turned to face her. “You get the most important say, girl. It’s called a safeword. You can also walk out that door anytime.” He nodded toward the apartment door.

She was familiar with the term safeword.
Sean had told her about it. The reminder shot a spike of fear through her. Was she going to embarrass herself for a second time by trying this again? With Sean it felt all wrong. But last night, with Cross, it had felt...right.

“I don’t like this all or nothing,” she told him. Some control was essential. Having to submit to
everything he desired or end the relationship was too much of an ultimatum for her comfort.

“I agree,” Izzy added. “What if you want to
do something way outside our comfort zone like...I don’t know...making us dress in animal costumes or something?”

He nodded. “Let’s talk limits then.”

Now they were getting somewhere.

“You two are adventurous for vanilla girls.” He smiled. “I was very pleased last night.” Grabbing Izzy first, he pulled her in and kissed the top of her head. Next, he took Gemma by the nape and pulled her toward him then planted a kiss on her forehead.

Though she felt a little burst of glee at the praise, she snorted derisively. “Glad we meet your approval, sir.” The sir slipped out accidentally and she regretted it immediately. Especially when he gave her a disturbing grin.

“Excellent point.”

Izzy tossed her a dirty look.

“When we
’re alone together, you’re both to call me sir.”

Izzy rolled her eyes
. “I’m having school flashbacks.”

“Yeah,” Gemma motioned to the table, “shouldn
’t the table be round, Lancelot?”

Cross sighed then reached for the strap. “I think you both need a taste of the strap to get you thinking clearly.”

“No!” Izzy yelled, giggling. “We’ll be good! We promise.”

He arched a brow at Gemma, clearly waiting for her to agree.

“I’ll be,” she still couldn’t say it, “less bad.”

With a defeated grunt
, he withdrew his hand from the evil strap. “You two could give Sabrina and Q a run for their money.”

“Who?” Izzy asked.

“Jude’s submissives.” At their blank look he explained, “My friend. The one who made the bed.”

So he was one of them? Was everyone in town a Dom? Malachi was already showing signs.

Cross gave them a sideways glance and smiled. “Actually, it might not be a bad idea for you four to meet.”

Talk to other submissives? Grill them about how to do all this?
Maybe they’d have some ideas on how to keep Dom on a tight leash. She chuckled at the visual of Cross on a leash. Like that was going to happen, ever.

“Will they teach us how to behave properly?” Izzy asked with grin.

He barked a laugh so loudly it startled her. “I doubt that very much, but if you have questions, they’ll be happy to answer.”

“So what kind of limits do you have?” Gemma asked.

“Not as many as you, I’m sure. We’ll start slow.” He rose from the table and motioned toward the L-shaped couch which took up most of the living room. “Come on. Let’s sit here where it’s more comfortable.”