He pressed himself tight against her, loving how she felt cradled in his body, and her spicy scent wrapped around him, spiraling into his soul. He was sure he could stand like this for an hour, holding her and dragging his hands up and down her arms, so aware of her presence that he only wanted to absorb it. Dropping his head down to her neck, he caressed her hair and then tucked it over one shoulder, leaving her neck available to him.
While she had changed his plans of a fun scene tonight, he wouldn’t let that overthrow him. He enjoyed touching her. He wanted to get inside her mind and soul, and he craved to understand this unusual connection between them. Nothing she could do would make him forget that fact.
Her soft skin sent blood rushing to his cock. He ground himself against her bottom, showing her how much he still wanted her, no matter what she had done tonight. Proving to her that her bratty attitude didn’t make him reject her. She leaned against him with a sigh, and he dropped a kiss onto her neck. Then his attention went to Sawyer as the other Dom said to Porter, “Anything specific?”
“Make it intense,” Porter called.
“Fucking great,” Kenzie muttered.
Porter chuckled, dragging his finger over the soft spot on her neck. Apparently, she was well aware how much this would suck for her, and that pleased him far more than anything else. She’d been too smart with her Doms. Too good at getting what she wanted. The point was clear enough now that Porter wouldn’t react the same way with her.
And that was only because he saw things in her that others did not. She acted bratty to get something. What that was, he remained unsure. But Porter was damn well focused on showing her that bratty behavior would get her nowhere with him.
He wanted a different Kenzie. The real Kenzie without the barriers.
Sawyer studied Kenzie briefly before turning to the submissive bound to the cross. “Lucky for you, sub, tonight you’re getting a reward for doing nothing. No expectations from me. Enjoy yourself, sweetie.” He slid his hands over her back, massaging her and smacking the skin to ready it for his flogging.
The brunette submissive groaned and wiggled her hips. Then Sawyer grabbed the flogger off the tray and stepped back. The leather tails flicked out gently at first, testing, until each second that passed, the scene intensified.
Kenzie moved her hips, mirroring the submissive, as if Kenzie felt the leather kissing her flesh. Her bottom pressed against Porter’s hard cock, and he surmised this was a punishment to him as well. But he had all the patience in the world for Kenzie. He couldn’t allow her to knock him off his plan with her. He needed her to want him in a way she’d never wanted anyone before. Then he’d get inside her head more than anyone ever had.
The question wasn’t Could he tame her? The question now was When and how would that happen?
The slaps of the leather were the only sound Porter heard, until he became focused solely on the sounds of Kenzie’s breath by his ear. He ran his hands across her bare stomach, loving her lush body beneath his touch. When he moved upward and reached her breasts, he felt her shiver. Squeezing her round, ample breasts, he knew this was an evil punishment for her. Kenzie loved rough play, and the fact that she wasn’t getting it, but having to watch it, did make him a slightly evil bastard.
Good.
What she’d done tonight would never happen again. That she would learn by the end of the night. Never ignore my orders or you will not play at all, instead having to watch others—well-behaved submissives—get off, his statement declared. He also hoped Kenzie would see past the punishment to the underlying knowledge that nothing she could do would make him walk away from her.
Sawyer began the dance of domination and submission, expertly moving from side to side, sending the leather tails along the submissive’s shoulders and bottom, turning her skin a deep red. The sub wasn’t moving away from the hard whacks of the flogger, she was arching into them. Her moans poured out through the air, indicating her pleasure.
Porter decided he needed to thank Sawyer later, because this sub didn’t just like pain, she got off on it. A perfect show for Kenzie. A horrible tease to watch and not experience it herself, when Porter knew she ached to. He lowered one of his hands to Kenzie’s sex, cupping her and discovering her soaking wet.
She moaned as he rubbed his fingers against her clit, slowly and seductively. He licked her neck, appreciating how she angled for him, inviting him to do whatever he wanted to. Yet all the same, proving to Kenzie, again, that she didn’t need pain to get off. Intimacy aroused her. That he could give her something more. Something she clearly had never experienced before.
The submissive’s loud moans drew Porter away from kissing Kenzie’s neck, and he noticed that Sawyer was now smacking the woman’s sex with the flogger. The thuddy flogger would provide a similar sensation to the woman being fucked. And her response was near immediate. With dark red skin on her shoulders and back, the woman screamed out, reflecting the rise of her climax. Sawyer reacted instantly, smacking harder and faster against the woman’s sex.
Porter mirrored the movement, going as hard and fast on Kenzie’s clit, swirling her into the rise of her climax. She shivered against him, and it took all of Porter’s control not to bend her over and take her now. “Are you going to come for me, beautiful?” he murmured in her ear.
Sawyer’s sub stole the moment by screaming so loud as she came undone. Porter stayed focused on Kenzie, always on her. She tensed in his arms, her muscles bunching, and her clit was so hard beneath Porter’s fingers.
“Yes, sir,” she wheezed.
He jerked his hand away, and he heard Kenzie’s soft curse, felt her knees go weak. He placed his mouth right by her ear and said sternly, “Orgasms are for good girls. That could have been you tonight on the cross. Too bad for the both of us, it wasn’t.” He sensed her go still in his arms, stiff. “I have patience, Kenzie. More patience than I think you are used to seeing in a Dom, but don’t defy me again. It will lead nowhere good.”
She snorted, and he spun her in his arms, only finding her glare. “Is this the time I apologize?”
“No.”
Shock rippled in her wide eyes. “You don’t expect me to apologize?”
“I only want to hear truthful things from your mouth.” He slid his touch across her warm cheeks, not blind to the way she leaned in to him, no matter how annoyed she was. “Don’t insult me by telling me an apology you don’t mean.”
Surprise lightened her features, and he did enjoy how much he shocked her. It meant he was doing things exactly as she needed him to do them. “So what now?”
“Now…” He stepped back and folded his arms. “You go home.”
She frowned. “You cannot be fucking serious?”