Six Signs of Submission (Desire Island 6)

“Is that understood, Lainey?”

“Yes,” she managed breathlessly, the pleasure mounting.

Now that he’d forbidden it, she felt the inexorable rise of a climax gathering inside her. She tried to shift her body away from his relentless touch, but she couldn’t get away. She was bound and helpless, utterly at this man’s mercy.

Sweat prickled under her arms. Her breath was a ragged pant. She felt the tug of the fabric as he pushed it aside, his bare fingers now directly on her sex.

“Oh god,” she groaned. “Cooper, you’re killing me. I’m going to come. I can’t help it. I’m going to—”

All at once, she felt the sharp impact of his palm smacking hard against her spread, swollen sex.

Startled and outraged, she yelped, again trying, unsuccessfully, to slam her legs closed.

Then his fingers were back, as soft and perfect as before, stroking and teasing her still-throbbing clit. The sting was still there but, oddly, instead of detracting from the pleasure, it somehow heightened it. Again the sensations mounted, more swiftly this time. Lainey moaned, turning her head from side to side, nearly overwhelmed.

Then he slipped a finger inside her. He moved it just so, sending spirals of shuddering ecstasy coursing through her being.

It was no use.

Her vaginal muscles spasmed, a guttural cry yanked from her lips as she was lifted out of herself. On and on it went, until every nerve ending in her body was alive with sensation overload. She lost the ability to speak, to hear, to think. Though she was blindfolded, sparkles of bright light flitted across her eyelids as she succumbed to the most powerful orgasm of her life.

She must have lost consciousness for a moment, because when she came back to herself, the blindfold had been removed, her dress and bra rearranged to cover her breasts. And, while the cuffs were still on her wrists and ankles, he had released the clips from the restraint straps.

She stared up at Cooper, who stood over her as she returned to planet earth. He reached down, gently pushing away the hair from her face.

“Wow,” she breathed, her boneless body melting into the table. “That was…amazing.”

Cooper smiled. “I knew you were a natural.”

A wicked gleam entered his dark eyes.

“But you forgot the rules, hmm? You came without permission.”

“Hey, that’s not my fault,” Lainey protested. “I couldn’t help it.”

He shook his head in mock sympathy. “Poor baby. I get it, but it’s still no excuse. You broke the rules. Do you know what happens to naughty sub girls who break the rules?”

She could see by the sparkle in his eyes and the grin on his full lips that he was teasing her. Nevertheless, his words lit a strange kind of fire deep inside her.

“What?” she whispered.

“They get punished.”

Chapter 4

Lainey stared up at him with those lovely violet-blue eyes, her mouth falling open. Then, to Cooper’s confused surprise, she let out a snort of laughter.

That was not the reaction he was expecting, to put it mildly.

The scene had been so intense, so sexy, so perfect. His cock was hard as an iron bar in his leather pants, his balls tight with lust. He’d had her exactly where he wanted her.

A true submissive would be trembling with that delicious combination of desire and fear at the thought of the punishment that must surely follow her failure to obey. But instead of a breathy protest with her mouth while her body opened and yielded to what she secretly longed for, this girl was laughing!

Perhaps this was a case of too much emotion being released sideways. This was, after all, her first hands-on scene with a real Dom. And she’d just experienced a very powerful climax. Maybe she wasn’t quite able to handle what was happening.

Still, in his experience, subs wanted—and needed—their Dom to take, and keep, the lead. He didn’t want to let her down. Not to mention, he’d really been looking forward to taking her on his lap and treating her to a nice bare-bottom spanking.

He decided to ignore her inappropriate response. Maybe she hadn’t heard him correctly, so he reiterated, “Sub girls who disobey get punished. I think a spanking would be appropriate, since it’s your first infraction.”

She had stopped laughing, though a smile still lingered on her face. Sitting up, she swung her legs over the side of the bondage table. “I’m sorry, Cooper. I didn’t mean to laugh. I get it that subs are supposed to obey, even when you give them an impossible task,” she added wryly. “But you’re forgetting something critical here.”

“Oh? And what’s that?”

“I’m not a sub.”

He gave her a long, appraising look. She stared back, her chin lifted in defiance, as if daring him to refute her.

Calmly, he held her gaze, bemused and intrigued. Was she lying to him, or to herself?

Her eyes slid away from his as color rose in her cheeks. He noticed then that she was trembling slightly. The sweet girl was just afraid and hiding that fear with bravado. Tenderness welled in Cooper like melting wax on a candle. Just as he was moving to take her gently into his arms, a masculine voice spoke from behind them.