To Love and Obey [The Doms of Club Mystique] (Siren Publishing Allure) Page 19

  “Just where I wanted you,” he told her as he unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off, revealing his chest. He tossed the shirt into the large laundry hamper then kicked off his boots and began unbuttoning his jeans.

  Wrapping her arms around her drawn up knees, she watched, mesmerized, as each beautiful inch of him was revealed to her. She had seen him their first night together at Club Mystique, but not like this…not in the bright lights of a well lit room. He was a masterpiece of masculine perfection from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. When he was in Dom mode, like now, he made her feel ultra-feminine, helpless and excited, willing to let him do anything he wanted to her for her pleasure and his. She and Jenna were absolutely right…He was lickalicious.

  Before she could get a good look at his cock, he stepped into the tub and lowered himself in front of her, giving her a close-up view of his tight ass. Disgusted with herself for missing the long awaited moment, she sat back in the tub, a pout on her lips as he reached back and pulled her legs around him.

  “Scrub,” he demanded, tossing a large sponge over his shoulder then bending forward, presenting his broad back to her.

  “So now I’m your slave, Master?” she asked as she picked up the sponge, squeezed bath gel onto it, and began washing his back and shoulders.

  “You’re whatever I want you to be for six months…Then, if you’re a good little sub I may keep you for a while longer,” he informed her, deliberately riling her and knowing he had succeeded when she scrubbed harder. “You keep that up and I’ll take a layer of skin off your ass.”

  She froze, dropped the sponge then slicked her hands over his back and shoulders before scooting closer to him and pressing her breasts against his back, rubbing her nipples against him. Her hands wandered around his waist, over his belly, then down, feeling the short hairs of his well-groomed pubic area against her fingers. His cock pressed against the back of her hands as she strung a line of kisses on his back. Just as she reached for his cock, he twisted around, hooked one arm around her waist, and pulled her in front of him, settling her on his lap, her legs on either side of his waist.

  Looking into Addison’s dark blue eyes, Cade lowered his mouth to hers, nipped her bottom lip then stroked his tongue over it before pressing her lips open. He deepened the kiss, his tongue an imitation of what he planned to do to her body. He slid his fingers over her pussy, one finger easily sliding into her. Without breaking the kiss he lifted her then lowered her onto his cock, the butt plug pressing against him as he slid into her. He raised and lowered her onto him as her eyes dilated and the walls of her pussy began to tighten then flutter. He lifted her off of him and hid his grin when she whined in protest.

  He poured some gel into his hand then ran them over her breasts and down her belly to her pussy then gave the plug in her ass a tap before sliding a finger into her pussy. She gasped then wiggled and he added a second finger, pumping them in and out of her a couple of times before flicking his thumb over her clit. “Out,” he ordered impatiently, pulling his hand from between her legs then standing with her in his arms.

  Quickly buffing her skin with a towel, he dried himself while she brushed her hair. Frowning, he gave a curly lock a little tug. “That’s five more,” he told her as he picked her up and carried her through their room and into the hallway.

  “We’re naked,” she protested. “What if someone sees us?”

  He laughed then opened a door, flicked on the recessed lights in the room, then lowered her to the floor and patted her bottom, forcing her to take a few steps into the room.

  While Cade adjusted the light to an intimate dimness, Addison sent a quick glance around the room. An armless wingback chair sat in front of a large mirror to her left. Beyond it, centered in the middle of the wall, was a large four-poster bed. Across from her was a mirror-covered wall with a spanking bench and a St. Andrews cross in front of it. To her right a high bench that looked like the table her ob-gyn had in her office took up most of the space. A large armoire sat against the wall to her right, probably filled with all sorts of toys, paddles, and whips, she thought. Hearing a click behind her as Cade locked the door, she dropped to her knees, straightened her back, laid her hands on her thighs, palms up, and lowered her eyes.

  Cade moved to her and stroked his hands over her hair. “Very pretty, pet. Look at me.”

  Addison tracked her eyes up his legs. They were lightly coated with dark hair and defined with thick muscles. Moving her gaze higher, she stopped when her eyes reached his cock just inches away from her face. “Wow!” she mouthed, completely unable to resist reaching up and touching his dick. She ran her fingers over it, marveling at the smooth softness, her eyes widening when it grew harder and longer at her touch. Wrapping her hands around his cock, she interlaced her fingers and squeezed then pumped her hand up the hard length, stroking her thumb over the slit where a drop of pre-cum glistened.

  Cade watched the look of wonder on her face, hesitating to remind her she didn’t have permission to touch him. He found himself fascinated by the expressions flashing over her face, her complete attention fixated on his dick. It was strangely arousing and oddly a little unnerving. Shifting, he cleared his throat then let a small laugh escape. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone so fascinated by the sight of my cock before, pet.”

  Addison’s eyes flashed up to his eyes then back down to his cock. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered, her voice lyrical and breathless as she slid her hands up then down the hard length. “Does this hurt?” she asked, giving his cock a firm squeeze then stroking her hand over the head.

  He wrapped his hand around hers and squeezed, showing her how hard to squeeze him as he directed her hands to slide up and down. When he lifted his hand away, she continued stroking him. She was killing him, but he couldn’t seem to make her stop, waiting to see what she would do next.

  “Like this?”

  “Yes,” he hissed and slanted his hips toward her. She squeezed the head then leaned forward and licked the drop of cum from it before swirling her tongue completely around the head. A shudder of pleasure swept from his cock to his belly. “Baby, you’re killing me.”

  Her eyes flashed to him again as her mouth engulfed the head and she hummed with pleasure. The sight of her lips stretched around his cock sent a wave of heat through him. His cock jerked in her mouth. Fisting his hands in her hair, he held her still. “Open your mouth wider,” he demanded, pushing his cock farther into her mouth until he bumped the back of her throat, triggering her gag reflex. “Breath through your nose, pet.” He pushed in a little deeper and felt the fluttering of her tongue against the underside of his cock before her cheeks hollowed as she sucked on him then swallowed.

  Addison pulled her lips back to the head of Cade’s cock, swirled her tongue around it then slid her tongue into the slit at the top. She kept one hand wrapped around his cock as she slid the other hand to his balls and gently began playing with them, squeezing them. She hummed again when he began fucking in and out of her mouth in short strokes. She swallowed around the head of his cock again and again then heard him groan as his balls drew up and jets of hot cum shot into her mouth.

  “Swallow, pet,” he told her, his voice hoarse and demanding as he continued to pump his cock into her mouth, his head back, his hips pressed forward, groaning as she swallowed around him.

  Addison did as he commanded, swallowing as his hot semen landed on her tongue and the back of her throat. He tasted good, like Cade, she thought, very masculine. She licked him clean then swirled her tongue around the head before releasing him from her mouth. She held his cock in her hands. She watched his chest rise and fall as he tried to catch his breath, the pulse in his neck pounding. When his eyes zeroed in on hers, she blushed, then dropped her hands to her thighs and looked down.

  “Sorry, Master,” she mumbled, licking her lips clean.

  Cade touched the top of her bent head. If he allowed her to touch him without permission in a club, he would defi
nitely lose his reputation as a no-tolerance-Dom. Not to mention the razzing he would take from his brothers, but, damn that had been the best blow job of his life. He shook his head in amazement then laughed and reached down and picked her up.

  “You’ve earned some punishments,” he told her as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “But not for sucking my cock, pet, although, from now on I expect you to ask for permission first.” He felt her tongue swipe across his neck, licking the perspiration from his skin. “I’m going to use the deerskin flogger on you tonight, pet.” Feeling her tense up he assured her, “You’re going to love it.” He stood her on her feet by the spanking bench then quickly had her bent over it and restrained.

  She watched him in the mirror as he moved to the armoire, removed a flogger from it then moved back to her. The feel of his hand on her back relaxed her and she sank into the padded bench.

  “Can you tell me why you’re being punished?” he asked her as he rubbed her butt cheeks then her back. He laid the flogger across her lower back then crouched down and looked into her eyes.

  Addison thought about it for a moment. “Five for arguing with you and not locking the door at the shop?”

  “Nice try, but that earned you ten. What else?”

  Surprised, she asked, “There’s more?” When he nodded, she guessed, “Five for lying to you?”

  Cade’s green eyes narrowed. “What lie?”

  “Uhh, I was just guessing?” she told him. “Really.”

  One dark brow lifted then lowered. “If I find out you’ve lied to me, about anything, the punishment will double. Understand?” When she nodded, he asked, “What about inviting Vitale to dinner? And that black dress you wore? And Daniels? And kissing Daniels? And inviting Vitale to lunch? And that damn bikini you almost had on today?”

  “Oh,” she whispered her eyes wide as she tried to do the math in her head.

  “You’re getting one for each one of those. And, you’re getting five for cutting your hair without permission and for the ‘ruined’ remark. You belong to me and nothing about you is ruined. I won’t allow you to criticize yourself.” He rose to his feet. “That’s twenty-one and I’m giving you nine more because I want to.” Seeing the alarm in her eyes he told her, “I’m giving you twenty with the flogger and I expect you to accept your punishment graciously. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Master,” she told him, dreading the next moments.

  Cade strode to the end of the bench, stroked his hands over her ass and tapped the plug a couple times, lighting up the nerves in her asshole before sliding his fingers over her pussy. She was already wet and he grinned as he slid two fingers into her and swirled them around, feeling her tighten on his fingers. She rocked back against his hand and hummed with pleasure. Thor had been right. She was the perfect sub. He picked up the flogger and without warning he swatted her ass then paused. “I need a count, pet.”

  Addison caught her breath. She had been expecting a sting but instead she received a sort of thudding strike. “One, Master.”

  Cade spaced the flogger from side to side then up and down from the top edge of her rounded ass to the lower curve where her butt met her upper thigh. He varied the rhythm, keeping her from going into subspace. Addison kept up the count, her voice strong as she rocked back into the flogger. Her ass began to redden, turning a beautiful rosy color. He stopped after twenty and ran his fingers up and down her slit even though he could see her hot, sweet cream glistening on her inner thighs. “How are you doing, pet?”

  “Mhhh, good, Master.”

  “Excellent. I’m very pleased with you, baby.” He dropped the flogger to the floor and ran his hands over her hot, rosy butt cheeks. He quickly released her then carried her to the bed, arranging her on the edge, her feet on the floor. “Brace yourself, pet,” he told her just before he plunged his cock into her, rocking back and forth, coating his dick in her juices before beginning a deep, pounding stroke.

  Addison shoved back against him, tipping her ass up and widening her legs. Her body, spread out in front of him, like a feast for a starving man. He pounded into her until she moaned and he felt her tighten around him.

  “Do you want to come, pet?”

  “Yes, yes, please, Master,” she begged, panting, breathless.

  He pulled out, chuckling when she screeched in protest as he placed his hand on her back, holding her still. “I need a count, pet,” he told her as he swatted her ass, hearing her cry out as the need to orgasm was replaced with a stinging pain.

  “Twenty-one, Master,” she gasped as her eyes filled with tears.

  Quickly, Cade smacked her ass twice on the right cheek then twice on the left cheek, then waited for the count.

  “Twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, Master.”

  Stepping behind her, he slowly slid his cock into her again, inch by inch, stretching her. “You want to come, pet?”

  “Oh, yes, yes, Master, please.” Moaning, she pushed back against him, her clit swollen, the need to come a sharp ache inside her.

  Cade grasped her hips, pulling her back onto his cock as he thrust into her, holding back his own orgasm, waiting for her to tighten around him again. When she did he pulled out again, enjoying her scream of protest.

  “These are for me,” he told her, his voice harsh as he remembered hearing her screams of terror and seeing her attacker stab her. His hand landed hard against her skin, the swats ringing out into the room.

  Addison was crying, sobbing words of apology mumbled into the cover on the bed. Cade shook his hand. If it felt so raw he knew Addison’s ass must be on fire. “Are you ever going to leave that back door unlocked again, baby?”

  “N–no, Master.”

  “Good.” He nodded. “Then I won’t have to do this again, will I?” Seeing Addison fervently shake her head in total agreement, Cade hid his grin as he picked her up then used his hip to shove the armless chair closer to the mirror. Sitting down he arranged her on his lap, her legs hooked on the outside of his as he spread his legs wide, opening her to his view and touch. “Look in the mirror.”

  Heart pounding, Addison looked at their reflection in the mirror. She appeared so small compared to Cade, her pale skin a creamy contrast to his deep bronze. His hands held her waist, his fingers almost meeting in the middle over her belly button. His cock poked up between her legs. She reached for it and he grabbed her hand and held it against her belly.

  “Don’t you dare touch that again, baby.” Punishing her, withholding her orgasm, was killing him and he wondered for a moment just who was being punished here. When she sent him a flirty little grin, he let her hand go and slid his hands up her torso and over her breasts, his fingers giving her nipples a sweet little pinch and twist, satisfied when he drew a moan from her. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

  Her eyes met his in the mirror. “You. I want you.”

  Expecting her to say his cock, instead her soft voice pierced straight to his heart and he tightened his arms around her, holding her close for several heartbeats. “Watch,” he told her, lifting her until the head of his cock disappeared between the swollen lips of her pussy. The plug in her ass pressed along his length as he lowered her then wrapped his arms around her, one hand on her lower belly, his fingers circling her clit.

  Reaching up, Addison locked her hands behind his neck, her fingers buried in his hair. She turned her head, offering her mouth to him. He brushed his lips over hers, the kiss surprisingly sweet as he continued to pump up into her. She looked into the mirror, watching him until his eyes locked on hers. His hand slid to her clit and stroked over it again and again.

  “Come, now, pet.”

  Her back bowed, her belly quivered as she came, moaning his name, triggering his orgasm. She collapsed on his chest, her head tucked beheath his chin. He buried his face in her hair and held her as she fell asleep, trusting him to take care of her.

  After a few moments he rose and carried her back to their room, removed the butt plug, c
leaned her up, then tucked her into his bed. When he slid in next to her, she snuggled up to his side, one arm sliding across his chest, her hand finding a home in his armpit as one of her legs hooked between his legs. With a satisfied sigh he let himself sleep.

  Chapter Nine

  Addison ran down the stairs dressed in blue jeans, a T-shirt, and boots, carrying her hat in her hand. For the last two weeks she and Cade had begun each day riding together before he disappeared into his den for the rest of the day. When she had asked him what he did in there all day, he had told her he was gathering and analyzing information on Mendez, trying to track down any possible connections he had in Texas.

  Hanging her hat on the post at the bottom of the stairs, she followed the delicious smell of bacon to the dining room. As soon as she appeared, Cade slid his chair back and she dropped onto his lap, giving him a smacking kiss on the lips.

  He dipped a slice of crispy bacon in the bowl of marmalade by his plate then offered it to her. She smiled and bit off the end with the jam, humming with pleasure. Leaning over she whispered, “Orange marmalade goes with everything.” She licked his ear as her hand slid down his chest to his jean-covered cock and gave him a teasing squeeze.

  His brows lifted, his eyes sending her a “Later, baby, promise.” He brushed a kiss on the freckles on the bridge of her nose. “Eat,” he told her, offering her a forkful of scrambled eggs then taking a bite himself.

  Sex with Cade had increased her appetite, she thought, as he held out another bite of marmalade-covered bacon. She chewed it then grabbed a slice of toast, spread orange marmalade on it, and offered him the first bite.

  Jackson watched them, wondering if Cade realized yet how much he loved Addison. It was so obvious to anyone who saw them. Even the ranch hands, who were usually more focused on their next one-night stand than affairs of the heart, had noticed and commented on Cade’s protective attention to Addison.

  Jane came into the room and placed a bowl of blueberry muffins on the table in front of Addison. She grabbed one, tore it in half then spooned a dollop of orange marmalade on it before sharing it with Cade. When it was gone she wiped her hands on the napkin then began to climb off his lap, eager to go riding.