More than a Dare (Masters Club 4)

Hayden gently thumbed away the tear. “My brave girl,” he murmured. Shoving the handle of the crop in his back pocket, he reached for her tender, throbbing nipples. But instead of stroking away the pain, he caught each in thumb and forefinger and squeezed.

His brilliant blue eyes blazed with power as he twisted and tugged her tortured nipples. “Suffer for me,” he repeated.

“Oh, god,” she cried, wincing in pain even while the wand thrummed like a thousand fingers between her legs. “I can’t,” she wailed. “I can’t do this.”

“Of course you can,” he replied in that same calm tone. “You’re my brave, darling girl.”

Rosebud tried to form on her lips, but she refused to give it voice. He continued to torture her nipples as the wand drove her nearly insane with pleasure. As when he’d spanked her, the combination of pleasure and pain bent and twisted inside her into something powerful and all-consuming. She was panting now, the tears flowing freely, her nipples and cunt on fire.

Don’t forget to ask permission. Don’t forget. Oh…

All at once, the climax overwhelmed her, overtaking the pain. Her skin was slick with sweat, her breath a rasp. “Please,” she cried, barely able to get the words out as she struggled to hold on. “May I come!”

“Yes.”

She was vaguely aware the pain at her nipples had stopped, his hands now gently cupping her breasts as she shuddered and moaned. A strange, high-pitched yowl rose in her throat. She was powerless to stop it as the strongest orgasm of her life swept over and through her. On and on the wand throbbed between her legs, pulling shuddering climax after climax from her until she couldn’t bear it, her body on full sensory overload.

“No more,” she screamed. “No more! I can’t. Make it stop. Please, make it stop.”

All at once, the remote clicked off. Dahlia sagged against the rod that ran the length of her spine, her head lolling forward as a wave of black engulfed her senses.

She must have lost consciousness for a moment, because when she came back to herself, the cuffs had been removed from her wrists and ankles, the wand stand pulled to one side.

Hayden peered into her face as he held her by the shoulders. “You okay, baby?”

“I don’t know,” she replied in a hoarse voice.

Dipping his head, he lightly kissed each nipple in turn. “You were awesome. My brave, darling Dahlia.”

She managed a weak smile, warmed by the praise. Despite her sudden exhaustion, a buoyant sense of elation surged through her. Though she’d begged him to stop, she hadn’t used her safeword. She’d stayed within the scene.

“I did it,” she exclaimed, laughing with surprise and delight. “I did a real scene, just like Jess on that bondage wheel.”

“You did,” Hayden agreed, grinning. He held out his arms.

She stepped forward, swaying a little as a sudden dizziness washed over her.

“Whoa.” Hayden reached for her, placing one arm around her shoulders, Bending, he placed the other arm behind her knees. Before she realized what was happening, he lifted her as if she weighed nothing.

She laughed, startled and delighted by this gallant gesture. He carried her through to his bedroom, cradled in his arms. He kissed the top of her head as he walked. Setting her on her feet, he quickly pulled back the covers, and then guided her onto the cool, soft sheets. She collapsed against the mattress with a sigh.

“Be right back,” he said.

He returned a moment later with a wet washcloth and a fluffy hand towel. Sitting beside her, he sponged her body and gently wiped her still tender labia with the warm, damp cloth. Then he patted her dry.

She lay limp as he tended to her, a delicious fatigue moving through her limbs. She knew she should get up, brush her teeth and pee, but she couldn’t move a muscle. A few moments later when he lifted her head, a bottle of water at her lips, she did manage to take a few swallows before falling back.

The light clicked off. Warm arms came around her, and she nestled against Hayden’s chest with a deep, contented sigh. “That was something else,” she murmured. “I guess I’m a bona fide sub girl now.”

“We’re only just getting started.”

A shiver of desire laced with fear hurtled through Dahlia at his declaration.

Be careful what you wish for…

Chapter 14

The sun was already high in the sky when Hayden opened his eyes. He glanced at the clock beside the bed. It was after eleven. He didn’t even remember falling asleep, but he’d slept like a log.

Dahlia lay asleep beside him. She was on her back, her thick blond eyelashes fluttering lightly as she dreamed, her lips softly parted. The sheets were bunched at her waist, her breasts bare.

Her plump nipples would look hot with gold hoops threaded through piercings—piercings he would give her. He might bring up the possibility at some point, when the time was right. He would make the experience erotic for her, combining sexual pleasure with the sudden sharp sting of the needle. Then he would thread the jewelry he’d chosen just for her through the piercings, and kiss away the pain.