To Master and Defend (The Dungeon Fantasy Club Book 2) (9 page)

She still couldn't believe how easily she had tossed aside her brain last night. What kind of woman did it make her that she'd let him spank her and didn't proceed to deck him, or call the authorities? Even her parents had never disciplined her that way. Her ass still stung, the skin overtly sensitive and her flesh warm to the touch, as she pressed up against Tobias.

Yet there was warmth inside her chest over everything that had happened the previous night. She felt different, freer than she'd felt in years, and all from his spanking, among other things. And if she was totally honest with herself, the spanking had added to last night's feeding of the flesh frenzy. Ophelia was not a hundred percent sure she would have given in as easily as she had—at least, the second time—if the fire in her rear hadn't stoked the flames of her desire higher than it had ever been before. She had combusted in his arms.

He touched her and she was lost. It terrified her, the kind of power he had over her. Just thinking of last night made the walls of her vagina tremble. They hadn't used a condom, again. It seemed to be the story of their interludes. Though it didn't matter much anymore; she was already pregnant. He surrounded her with his essence and her primordial nature kicked into high gear. He was an alpha's alpha, who made other men look like pale knock-offs by comparison.

Her sister's fiancé Declan was handsome, sure, but he didn't infuse a room the way Tobias did. Tobias commanded every space he entered, including her. He was solid like the great redwood forest in northern Cali. A man who battered and weathered the storms of life, and when the rest had fallen, was still standing strong as ever. Cradled in his arms, Ophelia had slept more peacefully than she ever had, safe within the security his embrace provided.

The news of the baby probably wouldn't rattle his sturdy countenance. What would he think about it? And how exactly was she supposed to start that little conversation?

Well, Tobias, I'm glad I finally know your name, since we're going to be parents. Isn't that great?

Sheesh! She shifted, wanting to slide out of bed and make use of the bathroom but trying not to disturb him. Luck, it seemed, was no longer on her side. His arms tightened, the hand cupping her breast massaging her flesh.

"Morning." He nuzzled her neck. His deep voice was sleep-filled and gravelly.

Awareness spiked her blood pressure. "Morning," she said and squirmed.

"Not yet, sweetness, I want a morning taste." His lips claimed hers and his hips rubbed against her backside with his morning wood. The hand cupping her breast teased her nipple into a tight peak. She melted, surrendering to his insistent lips for a drugging kiss. He gave good woo, tugging her bottom lip into his mouth where he nipped and sucked the tender flesh until it was swollen from the attention.

"Wait." She pushed a hand against his chest when he broke the kiss.

"After a proper morning greeting." He descended to reclaim her lips.

She stopped him just before he captured her lips. "It will have to wait until after I use the bathroom. Hold that thought until I get back."

He sighed. "Very well."

Then he released her. She scooted off the bed before he changed his mind, scampering across the cold wooden floor. At the bathroom door, she looked over her shoulder. Tobias reclined in all his masculine glory on the bed. He hadn't pulled up the covers she had tossed off herself and inadvertently him as she had left the comfort and warmth to relieve her bladder. In fact, she had never, in all her days, seen a man more at home naked, his erection jutting proudly. The sculpted muscles of his chest were relaxed but hummed with an underlying energy. And his face; the glorious angles of his chiseled jaw, the aquiline nose that was slightly crooked, and his golden amber eyes. They burned with hunger, for her.

Her knees shook as she closed the door. She was in way over her head with this one. She knew it, but wanted him anyway. After relieving her bladder, she took a few minutes to herself, washing her face, brushing her teeth, combing her hair. She noticed a trail of dried semen on the inside of her thigh. Taking a washcloth, she rinsed the traces of white away. Not that it mattered; she was going to have sex with him again as soon as she waltzed back into her room anyway.

Ophelia took a deep breath and opened the door. Her breath caught in her throat. Tobias stood next to the nightstand, holding leather cuffs with gold chains and a black blindfold.

"What's this?" she squeaked, and subsequently wanted to bury herself in the nearest hole she could find. She sounded like an unschooled teenager instead of a grown woman. She straightened her spine—whatever he had planned; the new improved Ophelia would face it head on.

He quirked his brows her way, looking more and more like a fallen archangel. One she would willingly hand over her soul to. "I think you know. I own a BDSM Club, Lia. Did you honestly think I didn't take part in the lifestyle? You know I'm a Dominant. I've gone easy on you with the restraints, but it's time for some deeper play."

Deeper play meant he was going to tie her up, blindfold her, and then have sex with her, maybe more. The butterflies in her stomach transformed into giant flapping bats.

"If you don't want this, tell me now, and I'll leave," Tobias murmured, with an undercurrent that belied the easy acquiescence and said he would wage a seductive war upon her sensibilities should her answer be anything but in the affirmative, and would win in the end, anyway. He intended to have her bound and at his mercy, one way or another.

What did she want? The hell if she knew. Lately, her life had stopped making sense and she was confused over everything, from her direction in life to the simplest of decisions. Which was unlike her—usually she planned her life, lived simply, content with her lot. Everything had changed when she met Tobias. The only thing she did know in that moment was that if she said no and he left her room, she would regret it, forever.

His body tensed, his rigid, sleek muscles reminding her of a lion about to pounce as he glowered. "Should I leave?"

"No." She couldn't voice what she was feeling, what she wanted. She was too raw over accepting him and this whole situation to be able to respond with anything other than that single word.

He rounded the foot of the bed and held out his hand toward her. "Come here."

He demanded with the utter surety that his request would be obeyed without question. As if in a trance, she padded over to him, her heartrate accelerating, thumping wildly in her chest. When her palm made contact with his, the kinetic energy which always seemed present between them pulsed, fanning the inferno. The triumph in his gaze churned with carefully banked hunger. Her knees shook. He was going to eat her alive, and she was looking forward to it.

Tobias began attaching smooth leather cuffs to her wrists and ankles, the tiny golden chain attached to each cuff tinkled with his movements. Her insides quivered as he connected each chain to the four-poster bed which housed hidden rings embedded in the wooden posts. When he had finished with her restraints she stood spread eagled, facing the mattress. Then he walked over to the nightstand and collected a few more items.

He returned to her side and laid them on the bed. Ophelia caught a glance at a series of sex toys briefly before he settled a blindfold over her eyes. She gasped as helplessness surged in her veins. She struggled, the tinkling of the chains rattling as panic rose. Her breath vised in her lungs.

"Easy, sweetness," Tobias murmured in her ear, running his large hands down her sides.

"First rule of this morning's session, your safeword is apple. If you are in pain or something hurts, you need to use it, especially since this will be the first time I use a flogger on you. You responded well after your spanking last night, and I have a feeling it is something you will like. Second, you will call me Master or Sir, nothing more. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir." Her voice wavered in thrilling anticipation. That had been what she thought she'd seen. A small, black leather flogger that he intended to use on her.

"Good." He massaged the globes of her bottom, separating the two halves. Then he ran his hands over her labia and back, making her hiss. She was already wet and they'd barely begun.

"Have you ever had anal, sweetness?" He traced a finger over her tight, puckered hole.

"No, Sir." She trembled as his hands traveled up to cup her breasts. He gave them the same treatment as he'd done her rear; cupping and molding them against his calloused palms. He rolled the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, sending jolts of electro-static current straight to her vagina.

He played with the peaks until she felt them pebble into pointed nubs. She heard a package rip, then cool metal surround one of her nipples. She gasped as it was tightened, straddling the line between pain and pleasure. Her breast throbbed and she felt moisture drip down her thighs. Tobias did the same with her left breast, pinching it into a tight point then affixing a metal clamp to the tender flesh.

With the loss of her sight, her other senses kicked into gear. Or so she thought. She felt bereft when she couldn't feel him near her. A sense of helplessness washed over her, and of loss. She didn't want to be left alone. Just when she was about to call out for him, say the safeword, the sense of abandonment so acute she couldn't stand it much longer, his tongue stabbed into her pussy.

"Ah." She strained against the bonds, her head falling back as his tongue proceeded to fuck her pussy. His tongue lashed the slick folds of her sex. Her breaths shuddered out of her lungs. The ball of need that slammed through her system was akin to the force of an atom bomb hitting her body. He was merciless in his siege, nipping at the delicate folds. Sucking her clitoris into his mouth until it swelled. Thrusting his tongue inside her channel, mimicking his cock.

When she neared the edge of a sharp and devastating orgasm, he sucked her clit into a rigid point. Cool metal slid against the distended nub, making her whole body stiffen as he tightened the tiny clamp around the ultra-sensitive flesh. Pleasure-pain sparked in her core, the clamp pushing her body into a tightrope act. She felt him move away from her pussy and whimpered. He was torturing her. The sound of another package being ripped open sounded in the space between them. Her breath hitched as she waited, eager with titillating anticipation as every nerve ending in her body stood to attention.

She nearly jumped out of her skin when Tobias' hands touched her rear once again, caressing the smooth globes and pulling the halves apart. One hand spread lube over her anus, then a long finger pressed inside her back channel. Her muscles clenched, resisting the foreign intrusion.

"Relax, sweetness. Deep breaths, okay? I'm just getting you ready for my cock."

At his seductive words, her body unwound, opening to his finger as he pressed the lube-coated digit inside. She wanted to please him, she realized, drawing in deep, steadying breaths. As she did so, his finger pushed in and out, her muscles stretching to accommodate one, then two of his fingers as he thrust them inside.

Her body was on fire—between the sensations of the clamps on her most sensitive areas, to his fingers fucking her ass; she was on the verge, her nerve endings tightening with each stroke of his fingers.

Her head lolled forward when he withdrew his fingers from her body. She stiffened when he placed a cylinder plug coated in lube against the puckered hole.

"Easy, sweetness. You're doing beautifully," he murmured as she felt him push the plug, a grouping of latex beads that increased in size, past the tight ring of muscle until it was buried deep within her rear.

Her system felt charred; little by little the flames scorched hotter, brighter, and more vivid than anything she'd ever experienced. Tobias moved and then ran the flogger with its strips of soft leather, over her skin. He teased her pert areolas with the strands, caressing them, making them swell with need. He rapped the balled ends against her pussy in gentle, playful strokes. Then he trailed the strands over the back of her neck, down past her shoulder blades. Then he shifted, caressing her calves and the insides of her thighs with the smooth leather. He caressed every square inch of her flesh with the flogger except for her bottom.

Her sense of eagerness, as he softly stroked her body, still avoiding her rear, grew with every caress. Then he withdrew the flogger. Thirteen leather strands snapped against her bottom. The burning sting made her eyes water. The next whack on the opposite cheek ignited a fire in her backside. He methodically tanned her rear with the flogger, increasing her ardor with every lash.

Flames licked her insides as each blow made her pussy tremor and her ass tighten around the plug. Stroke after stroke, Tobias knew what he was about, knew how to back off, just how to strike so that each lash added to her pleasure.

Somewhere in the midst of all of it, her securely held control snapped, and Ophelia unraveled, panting, begging, and gasping with each crack against her flesh, sizzling her system to the precipice of mindless need. There was an abyss just outside her reach, one that she felt would be more complete, ultimately more earth-shattering than anything she'd experienced. She had no secrets with him, feeling as exposed as a raw nerve ending, and instead of being terrified by it, Ophelia felt freer than she ever had before.

She whined when he stopped, the burn in her ass dominating her being. He removed the plug from her back channel. She was about to protest the lack when she felt the head of his cock against her back entrance. Tobias growled as he pushed the head of his penis past the tight ring. He gently pressed forward, burrowing his thick length until she felt his large balls pressed against her buttocks as he seated himself to the hilt inside her ass.

He stilled, not moving as her body adjusted the fullness, his fingers digging into her hips. Pleasure spread as her body expanded. She noticed she was making little mewling noises as she panted. Then Tobias moved, shuttling his length in and out of her ass in slow languid strokes. He grunted, his hips increased their thrusting until he established a fast, brutal hammering, his thick length slamming inside her back channel.