Her Dom (Beauty and the Captor 3)

So, I didn’t. I ran my fingers along her soft lips and brushed across her clit. Her body jerked in response as a tiny moan escaped her, and it was all I could do to not bury myself balls-deep inside her. Patience was a virtue I was short on at the moment, but I’d wait. For now. I would have her again though—and soon.

“I’m going to make us lunch.” And maybe grab an ice cold shower. “I want you to look through the top box in the stack I’ve brought and choose something to wear. You’re to be on your knees at the end of the bed by the time I return, Pet. Use a pillow for cushioning.”

“Yes, Master,” she breathed and rolled onto her side to get up.

I left then and hightailed it to the kitchen. There were only non-perishable foods in the house at the moment, but that would do for now. And really, who could give a fuck about food when there was a woman like Scar on her knees in the bedroom upstairs?

And when I returned to the room ten minutes later, that was precisely the sight that greeted me. I’d ordered several nightgowns the day I’d agreed to this arrangement, and the one she wore now was semi-transparent. It scooped low in the front but sat high on her back, and came to just above mid-thigh. With her on her knees now, thighs parted, the see-through fabric draped like a veil over her pussy. Her head was tilted down and her hands rested on her thighs. The perfect submissive pose. Damn.

Arousal, rage, need and anguish coursed through me, but in that second when they all collided, it struck me all at once and Scar suddenly made sense. I’d been struggling to understand why she’d asked me for this—how she could possibly want this. Looking at her kneeling so perfectly, I finally got it.

My time with her before had shown me clearly that—at least sexually—she was a submissive. It hadn’t been just an act to avoid punishment. She wanted to be dominated, maybe even needed it as much as I needed to dominate. Those needs were in our blood, no matter what fucked up shit life dealt us. She also liked the way pain enhanced her pleasure.

After the hell she’d been through though, she needed this. Not just new memories to drown out the old, but the chance to reaffirm for herself through what happened here that the things that brought her pleasure were OK. And it would all be by her own choosing this time.

This had been her choice, but now it was mine, too. She was mine. Now. Forever. Mine.

“Touch yourself, Pet,” I said as I put the tray I’d brought down on the bed.

Her eyes peered up through her lashes, but she kept her head tilted down at the floor, and her small hand came up to cup her breast. The firm flesh spilt over her fingers, making my fingers itch to cup her in my own hands where she fit so well.

It took a minute, but eventually, she relaxed enough to graze her thumb over her nipple. It pebbled beneath her touch, and her lips parted on a sigh as she moved her thumb back and forth.

“Use your other hand on your pussy. Lean back against the bed if it puts too much strain on your ribs.”

Her obedience came quicker this time, though her hands still trembled. I unzipped my fly as her fingers slipped through her silken folds. By the time she settled over her clit, I had my cock out. I pumped it slowly, a foot away from her face. I could see her trying to peak up at me through her lashes, but she kept her head tilted down like she knew she was supposed to. Her fingers moved slowly, rubbing in a circular motion while her other hand continued to knead one breast and then the other.

It was clear by the flush of her skin and the quiet sounds she made, she was aroused, but it was coming slower than it used to for her.

“Tell me what you’re thinking, Pet.”

“I’m thinking this is different, Master. That I want this, but…”

She squeezed her eyes shut, and I could feel what it was she needed. It was strange to be so in tune with another person. It was a master’s responsibility to know a slave well, but this was different. It was more. And it was how I knew she needed more of her senses engaged to get higher, to get to the place where her body would take over.

“Look at me,” I demanded.

Heat flared in her eyes as her gaze traveled upward, lingering briefly on my cock, inches from her lips.

“Breathe in deep. What do you smell?”

She breathed in obediently, and the heat in her eyes grew a little brighter. “I smell you, Master, man, and musk, and…salt. And…and me.”