According to Mark Read online

  Some Dom I am, I thought viciously.

  I trailed the loose ends of the flogger over her arm, down her armpits, then delivered a few light strokes to her breasts. She flinched at the first strike, but then seemed to realize it didn’t hurt as much as it teased the flesh to life.

  “Do you like to suck cock, pet?” I asked softly before delivering another, slightly more solid thwack to her left breast.

  She licked her lips. “Yes, Mar—I mean, Master.”

  “Good,” I said, tossing the flogger onto the bed, “because whether you like it or not, you’re going to suck mine, and I’m going to come down your throat.” I unbuttoned my trousers and released my dick into the wild.

  That didn’t feel like an entirely outlandish metaphor. I’d been hard and aching for what seemed like hours, and just setting myself free from the constriction of my boxer shorts felt like setting a hungry beast loose on the world.

  “Open wide, pet,” I ordered.

  She did, and I slipped my cock between her lips and into the hot, humid confines of her mouth. I let her take the lead at first, allowing her to lick and suck with that tentative sweetness of a novice. The beginnings of an orgasm curled and tightened in my balls, but only the beginnings. It was obvious that she’d never had her mouth fucked the way I intended to fuck it, and a thrill coursed through me at the thought.

  I hadn’t been her first lover. I would never be her husband. But I would be the man to show her this.

  “Okay, that’s enough of that playing about, sweetheart,” I murmured. I put my hand at the base of her head, threading my fingers through her silken auburn hair. “It’s time to do this right. Hold still.”

  I pulled myself back until just the head of my penis was still in her mouth, then thrust all the way forward, without warning, into the back of her throat. Her muscles clamped down to prevent the invasion, and she made a choking, desperate noise as I withdrew and thrust in again, holding her firmly in place.

  “Relax your throat, pet,” I instructed, “and it won’t hurt.”

  She made a sound that might have been either assent or denial, but at that point, I couldn’t say it mattered which one it was. If she really wanted me to stop, she could bite down and say her safe word. As long as she didn’t do that, I’d assume she was willing, and I was going to keep fucking her as hard and deep and fast as I needed to until the ache inside me was spent.

  I couldn’t say exactly when she became an active participant in the act, but as my climax wound its way up from my balls and burst over me, I realized she was no longer resisting, but actively bobbing her head with me as ribbons of hot cum shot into the back of her mouth.

  When I pulled out, my respiration ragged, she smiled up at me and licked her lips, this time with appreciation rather than nerves. With her arms stretched above her head and her knees reddening from the hardness of the floor, she looked more content than I’d ever seen her. She hadn’t even looked this satisfied after I’d made love to her the night after Clint’s death.

  Any hopes I’d had to dissuade her from the lifestyle came to an abrupt and crushing death. Allison was the purest, most natural submissive I’d ever encountered. There was no way this taste of dominance would be enough for her.

  I’d created a monster.

  Chapter Five

  I used a tissue to dry off my cock before stuffing it back into my boxers. The only thing worse than sleeping in a wet spot was wearing one.

  The hard, fast orgasm hadn’t done as much to ease my physical needs as I’d hoped, though. There was nothing worse for a sub, however, than a Dom who couldn’t control the scene, which meant I had to get my own house in order. And fast. I could feel Allison’s eyes drilling a hole in my back.

  After grabbing one of the throw pillows from the head of the bed, I steeled myself with a long, slow breath and turned to look at her. Though she could easily have gotten to her feet, she was still on her knees, her forehead resting against one of her upstretched arms, watching me through the strands of hair that had fallen across her face during my assault on her mouth.

  “That was a good job, pet,” I complimented her as I stalked toward her. My cock, though confined again, nodded and stiffened slightly in agreement. I brushed the damp locks of silken hair away from her face and tucked them behind her ears. “I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Master,” she agreed eagerly.

  Abruptly, I twisted my fingers in her hair, pulling it tight and forcing her head up from its relaxed position. She gasped with a combination of pain and surprise.

  “Ow! What—why?”

  “The pet never decides whether a reward is deserved or not. Only the master. Understand?” I tightened my fingers even more.

  “Yes, Master.” This time her tone was humble.

  “Good.” I released her hair and smoothed it tenderly back in place. “I know you’re only learning, pet. Training takes time and patience. From both of us.”

  With those words, I dropped the pillow onto the floor in front of her and settled onto it. I was about to embark on some very hard work. Hard for me because I’d be denying myself as much as I’d be denying her. No sense making myself uncomfortable in the process.

  “Now, get up off your knees and squat.”

  She struggled for a few seconds to get to her feet without the use of her arms, undoubtedly stiff and sore from being in one position for so long. She was about to get much stiffer and more sore, but I knew the endorphin rush when I released her would more than compensate her efforts.

  When she was in a squat, her weight resting on her pretty pink-tipped toes, I had what I wanted—an excellent view of and complete access to her pussy. I reached out and ran my thumb between the soft, pliant lips from the swollen bud of her clitoris to the gratifyingly wet entrance to her cunt. She shuddered at the contact, her thighs quivering with the effort to hold herself upright.

  She was more than ready and willing for a swift, hard fuck. I could release her from her bonds and take her now, without preliminaries, if I chose to.

  But I didn’t choose to, because I wanted her beyond ready and willing. I wanted her beyond endurance, beyond desperation, beyond need. I wanted to push her. Only when she reached the point where having my cock inside her was more essential than air, more vital than the blood pulsing through her veins would I release her from her bonds.

  “This is very good, pet, but you’ll need to spread your knees wider.”

  “Wider? I can’t—”

  I pressed a finger to her lips. “Never say can’t, pet. You can and you will because I am your master and I command it.”

  She squeezed her eyes and pressed her lips together as she strained to force her legs wider apart while maintaining her squat. The tendons running along the insides of her thighs came into greater relief. I slid my palms along the tender flesh and taut muscles from the tops of her thighs down to her knees. Her legs quivered, the effort of holding her position already beginning to wear on her.

  I moved my hands back up and brushed my fingers through the dark auburn curls crowning her mons. If she’d been any other woman, I would have been inclined to shave her while she struggled to hold herself immobile, but I couldn’t bring myself to do that to Allison. Those reddish tendrils were so uniquely her it would be crime to remove them, even in the pursuit of greater sensitivity.

  I played there a while, just petting those wiry locks, as I considered what to do next, my cock swelling against my fly as the musky scent of her arousal drifted to my nostrils.

  “Mar—that is, Master?” Her voice trembled slightly.

  “Yes, pet?” I responded.

  “How long must I stay like this?” It had only been a few minutes, but already the effort was taking its toll.

  “As long as I will it,” I answered smoothly.

  But I knew from her question it was time to increase the pressure. I stopped my lazy exploration of her pubic hair and circled her breasts with my hands. Her head dropped
back slightly as I kneaded the pert globes with my fingers, slowly but steadily working my way toward the stiff peaks of her nipples.

  “Please,” she whispered.

  I knew from our previous encounter what she wanted, but I denied her as long as possible, until at last I took each rigid bud between a thumb and forefinger and clamped down on it. She moaned and bit her lip as I pinched and pulled, restricting the blood flow to the sensitive tips. I released the right one first and, as the blood rushed back in, lowered my head and took the nipple into my mouth, soothing it with my tongue while I continued to torture the other with my fingers. After repeating the process on the other nipple, I allowed my free hand to drift down to her pussy.

  My own respiration kicked up a notch as I found her slicker than before. Closing my eyes and imagining it was my cock, I drove one finger up inside her tight channel and rocked in and out. Rotating my hand, I found her clit with my thumb and worked it with the smooth, circular strokes I knew would bring her quickly to orgasm.

  “Don’t come until I tell you, pet,” I muttered around her nipple.

  Except I wanted her to disobey me. Wanted her to fall apart and come not because I ordered it, but because she was so far gone with passion and pleasure that she could no longer hold back.

  Because with Allison, there was always something held back, something hidden behind that reserved, polished veneer. Only through complete surrender could she set that essence free and experience true ecstasy.

  “Yes, Master,” she answered, every muscle in her body tensing with effort—to keep herself upright, to keep her legs open, and most of all, to keep from coming.

  She was panting now, her heartbeat so rapid I could feel its pulse in my mouth as I suckled and teased and tormented each nipple in turn. Her head dropped forward, and her arms jerked tight against the cuffs as her legs threatened to collapse.

  “Please, Master,” she begged.

  I merely tightened my mouth around her nipple and shook my head, increasing the pace and pressure of my fingers between her legs.

  “Oh God…I can’t…” Her abdomen rippled, and her thighs trembled. “I have to…fuuuuuck.”

  A thrill washed over me at that dirty, dirty word coming from the mouth of a woman I knew was never anything but a perfect lady, and then I felt her muscles grip my thrusting finger in spasm after spasm. Triumph and lust heated my blood. I’d finally broken through her protective shell and had exactly what I wanted—complete control over her body.

  When her shudders finally ceased, I raised my head to find tears slipping down her cheeks. Withdrawing my fingers from her cunt, I wiped the droplets away with my thumbs.

  She looked more beautiful than I had ever seen her, her eyes glassy and unfocused, her face streaked with tears. Undone. Perfect.

  “I’m sorry, Master,” she choked out. “I tried so hard, but I couldn’t…”

  I nodded in sympathy.

  “How are you going to punish me for disobeying?” She sounded genuinely frightened at the prospect, and I supposed given the wide variety of torture devices that graced the room, she had every right to be concerned. And another Dominant might have used them and broken her in a way she didn’t need to be broken.

  I knew better. Knew her better.

  “Don’t worry, pet,” I said with a feral smile. “I’m just going to make you come until you can’t come any more and fuck you until you can’t walk.”

  And probably until I couldn’t, either. But she didn’t need to know that.

  After unfolding myself from the pillow and getting to my feet, I dug in my pocket for the key to the handcuffs. I inserted it into the lock on the first handcuff and the next. Allison let her hands drop to her sides with a moan of relief, but remained in her crouch.

  “Time to get up, pet.”

  “I’m not sure I can,” she groaned. “I think I’m stuck.”

  I shook my head. “No excuses. Get up and walk to the bed.”

  She closed her eyes and whimpered as she forced herself into a standing position, but she obeyed me. Her gait was stiff as she passed me on the way to the bed, her legs wobbling gloriously, her plump but firm ass framed by the lacy white straps of the garter belt.

  I unzipped my pants and lowered my boxers until my erection popped free. Stroking myself casually, I waited until she reached the edge of the bed and looked over her shoulder at me. Her eyes darkened as she realized what I was doing.

  “What now, Master?”

  “Face the bed and bend over.”

  A flicker of disappointment crossed her features, so quickly I might have been projecting it, before she turned and did as I commanded.

  As much as I would have liked to take her face-to-face, to explore her delectable mouth and gaze into her lust-darkened eyes while I plunged into her, I knew I couldn’t. I’d undone her, but that would undo me.

  I closed my eyes to bring myself back into focus. When I’d regained my composure, I walked over to the bedside table and grabbed a condom packet from the bowl. I tore it open and started to roll it on.

  “We don’t need that,” Allison said. “I’m on the Pill, and I know you. Trust you.”

  I would have liked nothing better than to forgo the latex barrier between us, but frankly, I had a feeling I wouldn’t last more than a few minutes inside her without it. Either way, I didn’t have a choice.

  “House rules,” I said firmly, continuing to sheath my dick. “You read the contract. We’re not exclusive, so we use a condom every time we fuck, or we lose our club privileges.”

  “Oh, right.” For some reason, her immediate acquiescence to my explanation caused my gut to twist with jealousy. In pointing out that I had no intention of making this a long-term proposition, I’d inadvertently reminded her that she could come up to one of these rooms with some other Dom and let him screw her brains out. And she didn’t sound altogether displeased by the prospect.

  I took a deep breath to soothe the acid that had spilled into my belly. A scene and a fuck, I reminded myself. Nothing more.

  I’d just make sure to spoil her for anyone else.

  The condom in place, I strode behind her and slid my hands over the rounded globes of her ass. Working my way down, I spread her legs and tilted her hips until her pussy was perfectly aligned with my erection. Steadying myself with my hand, I ran the head of my cock back and forth along her moist, steamy slit until she began rocking her hips in an involuntary attempt to get me inside her.

  In answer to her silent pleas, I pulled back and thrust all the way in, hard and fast and to the hilt in one violent motion that pushed her into the mattress. The inner walls of her sex clamped down on me, unprepared for the suddenness of the invasion, and I grunted at the intensity of the sensation. As I’d imagined myself doing earlier, I wrapped the fingers of one hand in the white lace garter belt and pulled her away from the bed until there was room for my other hand to find her clit.

  And then I did what I promised. I fucked her until she came. Again and again, avoiding orgasm each time by distracting myself from the drag and pull of her convulsing muscles by any means I could think of—picturing my last neurosurgery, counting sheep, listing the bones in the human body.

  When she was so weak and boneless with satiation she could barely move, I gave in to the luxury of my own release, so long delayed that the pleasure was downright brutal. As I slammed into her for the last time and emptied my balls, I knew the awful truth.

  I’d spoiled myself for anyone else. I could never do this with another woman again.

  Chapter Six

  I came awake to the irritating sound of someone knocking on a door. Feeling drugged and disoriented, I peeled my eyes open and tried to remember where the hell I was. For half a second, I thought I’d fallen asleep during an on-call shift and the person saying, “Dr. Finley, Dr. Finley,” in an urgent tone on the other side of the door was a nurse trying to rouse me for an emergency surgery.

  That idea faded in an instant, however, as I regi
stered first Allison’s naked body spooned against my fully clothed one and then the familiar surroundings of one of The Rack’s playrooms. The memory of last night’s activities came rushing back, bringing a corresponding rush of blood to regions farther south.

  The knock sounded again. “Dr. Finley, it’s closing time. You and your guest need to vacate the premises.” I now recognized the voice as belonging to Paul, the bouncer.

  Damn, I’d fallen asleep. How had that happened? I rubbed my eyes with my hands and searched my memory, recalling vaguely that after I’d fucked Allison senseless, I’d helped her up onto the bed to give her a few minutes to recover before we left the room. Exhausted from my own exertions, I’d crawled up next to her, intending to rest for a few minutes. Instead, I’d managed to curl myself around her and fall into the deepest, most restorative sleep I’d experienced since…well, damn it, since I’d killed her husband.

  Shit.

  As if to thrust the knife of my guilt further into my gut, Allison groaned and wriggled deeper into the bed—and against me—and my half-erect cock came instantly to full attention.

  I rolled away and sat up, allowing my legs to dangle off one side of the bed. Closing time was four a.m. I had three hours to get home, shower, and head in for my shift at the hospital.

  “We’re awake, Paul,” I said, loud enough that I knew the bouncer could hear me. “We’ll be out in a few minutes.”

  “Thanks, doc.”

  Allison turned onto her back and draped her arm over her eyes. Her auburn hair spilled across the pillow like a pool of dark amber, her pale skin glowing gold in the light of the dying candles. I steeled myself against the desire to climb back onto the bed, roll her beneath me, and make slow, sweet, vanilla love to her.

  “Come on, pet,” I said, giving her a swat on the thigh. “You heard the man.”

  “Ugh.” She wrinkled her nose, but eased herself into a sitting position. Her breasts swayed deliciously with the movement, and my mouth watered. To keep myself from looking, I focused on buttoning and zipping my pants and then on retrieving her discarded clothes from the floor.