His to Command

“Late again.” He stood in the kitchen, a commanding male specimen, even when totally naked.

Especially naked. His big cock hung in front of him like a pendulum, then it began to stiffen as his gaze glided the length of her. When it rested on her naked breasts, her nipples puckered. Oh, God, she wanted him to touch them.

“You really need to learn some discipline. And I have just the solution. Follow me.”

He walked out of the kitchen and down the hall, Kate following on his heels. She couldn’t tear her gaze from his hard, tight butt.

He opened a door, then her heart leaped as she realized there were stairs leading down.

So, have you seen his dungeon yet? Ileana had said casually. It’s in the basement …

She hesitated as he started down the stairs, but she forced herself to follow him. He led her to a solid oak door, then opened it.

… and well soundproofed. No one would hear you scream.

Her eyes widened and memories of that other dungeon catapulted through her mind, when she’d screamed long and loud and no one had come to help.

She couldn’t force herself to step inside. She noticed chains on the wall and a big X made of wood with chains attached to each end. A person chained to it would be forced into a spread-eagled position. Open and vulnerable.

There was a padded bench about waist high, which she could imagine being bent over to be spanked or penetrated. There were other pieces of equipment around the room, but it all faded away as she became overwhelmed with emotion. Memories of being chained and then being whipped again and again in Ileana’s dungeon kept her frozen to the spot, her breath shallow and her head spinning.

“I said follow me.”

At Matt’s quiet but authoritative tone, Kate stepped into the dungeon without a thought, the submissive in her taking control. She crossed to where he stood by the tall bench she’d noticed earlier. He guided her to stand in front of it and pressed her forward. The top was padded leather. She heard a clinking as Matt fastened a chain to the loops on her ankle bands. He then moved in front of her and fastened her wrists to chains on the other side, holding her in the bent position.

A second later, he was behind her, stroking her bare behind, then his hard, hot body pressed close to her as he reached over the bench to cup her breasts. He stroked her nipples, then teased and pinched until her breathing became erratic, pleasure tingling through her. He glided his hands along her sides as he stood, then stroked her behind. Round and round. One hand on each cheek.

Would he pull back and smack her ass again? When the flat of his hand connected with her flesh, the sharp sound would fill the room.

She longed to hear it. To feel it.

But instead he slid his finger under the crotch of her thong and stroked her slit. She sucked in a breath as his fingers slid inside her. At the same time, he pressed his other palm to the base of the butt plug and moved it in a circle, causing the plug to swirl inside her tight channel.

He chuckled. “Clearly, you like that.”

She realized she was arching back against his hand. He pushed his fingers deeper and stroked her inner passage. He tore away the thong—she hadn’t realized it had Velcro on the waistband—then she felt something thicker than a finger stroke along her ass. His hot, rock-hard cock glided between her legs, over her slick slit. Back and forth. Stroking her.

He leaned close to her ear and murmured, “Do you want me to fuck you now?” His breath sent tendrils of hair fluttering along her neck. “To drive my hard cock into you right alongside this?” He wiggled the butt plug, sending electric shimmers through her.

“Oh, yes, Sir.”

He positioned his cock against her opening, teasing her with the mushroom-shaped head.

“When I fill you, it will be like you have two cocks inside you. Like two men are fucking you.”

“Yes,” she murmured, wishing he would do it right now.

He continued to stroke her and she oozed with need. Dripping in readiness.

“Please, Mr. Pearce. I need you inside me.”

His laugh rumbled from his chest. “Like this?” He drove forward and she gasped as his thick shaft filled her completely.

Without even giving her time to breathe, he thrust again. His fingers found her clit and he stroked it, and kept on while he drew back and drove forward again. Then again. Pleasure rose in her, building and building with each deep thrust. She squeezed her intimate muscles around him, making her intensely aware of the butt plug filling her other canal.

He flicked her clit while driving deep and she moaned. Blazing hot pleasure erupted inside her and she wailed. As he kept pounding into her—his hard body bouncing against her, then away with each one—the pleasure intensified, until she exploded in total bliss, her wails turning to screams.

He groaned. “Fuck, I’m coming.” He jerked against her, then heat blasted her insides as he came inside her.