Dom Wars: Round Two Page 8

  She came out sputtering and coughing and I ran up the ladder nearly knocking the assistant off. “I got you. Unlock this,” I yelled.

  “Why’d you press it? I was fine!” she wheezed.

  “I fucked up one of the problems, I had no choice.”

  “Goddammit,” she cried then coughed some more.

  “Get the fuck over it.”

  “What?” She blinked water out of her eyes, looking half drowned. “Is that all you have to say? Get the fuck over it?” She let the assistant help her out of the tank, sounding like she’d never get enough air in her lungs. “That’s real helpful. Real helpful.”

  I made my way down the steps. “You’re welcome, love.”

  “Awww, well, you did score five hundred points.” Danielle patted my shoulder then looked at Tara who made her way over, swim shoes sloshing wet on the floor, hair sticking up on the right like a bird wing. “Don’t hold it against him love,” Danielle cooed, “you have tonight to make it up. You get to Dom. Let’s hope you know what to do with this.” She cupped my cock in her hand and I froze.

  Tara reminded me of a little locomotive with no brakes as she approached and ran into Danielle with both her palms. “How about you quit fondling the game pieces, bitch.”

  Dear God. Her jealousy acted like a mega blowjob and hardened my cock instantly. Of course she would see that and attribute my hard-on to me being hot for Danielle. Just what I needed, another confrontation to shoot down. Seemed they were cropping up faster than ever. Was it me, or did it seem the harder I tried with her, the harder she became to convince?

  She suddenly pointed at me. “Looks like I’m the Dom tonight.”

  Her threat did several surprising things to me. It pissed me off and got me so fucking excited. “I hate to ruin your little party. But from where I stand, you flunked this challenge with flying colors. So, no, I’m the Dom tonight.”

  Tara looked at Danielle, who had recovered her balance and decided wisely to let it go. With a smile that reeked of annoyance and revenge-in-the-making, she raised her hands in surrender. “Sounds like you two have some differences to work out.” She looked me up and down, licking her lips. “But I’m sure the best Dom will take what’s his.”

  I could nearly feel the sparks flying from Tara now. And what that did to me was far from funny.

  Chapter Ten

  After my shower, I strolled out of the bathroom in only tight white BVDs. Fighting attire. The thin material was sheer enough to show off my massive hard-on. I’d had it for at least an hour. Tara would have to fight for every bit of her right to Dom. I was done playing games with her.

  I found her on the couch, legs crossed at the knee, top one swinging away. Until she saw me. Then it stopped. A streak of excitement tingled down my spine and thickened my cock. I liked having that effect on her. I slid my hand over my abs and sat next to her, legs open, cock hard as a rock and ready. I’d just presented my challenge. You say you’re Dom. Well, here I am. Dominate me.

  If you can.

  I stared straight ahead, waiting for her move. I could feel the angry burn of her gaze. Get over it, love. I propped my foot on the coffee table and put both hands behind my head, stretching my body out for her. This is what you can’t Dom, baby. This right here. Take a good look.

  Challenge literally made my blood tingle and my cock throb. She suddenly shot up from the couch and went into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her. I bit back a grin and waited, listening to more banging. I finally heard the shower come on. What was she doing? No, what was she planning?

  Whatever it was, I couldn’t help take note of my insane arousal. Her rebellion had such an amazing effect on me. I tried to reconcile why it would or should. What was it about her dominant side that got me off? And was I getting off on that, or something else? The challenge? Made more sense. I loved challenge. Apparently even sexual. Maybe especially, I was discovering.

  How would I feel about her dominating me?

  A moment of real contemplation brought my hand to my cock to ease the hard ache the thought gave me. Fuck. Fuck I think I’d like it. Maybe. It was really hard to know. She’d fought me once but there were other dynamics involved. This time was a tad different. I was challenging her, for one.

  I realized the water was off and I paced through the excitement raging through me. The door to the bedroom opened and I froze. My heart slammed my chest. She had dressed as a Domme. Holy. Fuck. She was fucking…scorching. Short shorts of black patent leather, matching bra, and thigh high boots. And holy fuck, a black riding crop.

  My cock jumped in anticipation as I spread my arms wide.

  Tara strolled forward with a damn-near experienced stride, all swinging hips and exaggerated movement. She stopped just before me and smacked the crop against the palm of her hand. Amazing. Even though she still had to look up at me, that hard look in her eyes said she towered a foot above. “We have a game to play. I’m going to be Domme. You’re going to be sub. And we’re going to get the points we need to win this game.”

  The mention of points drew lava into my blood and I gave a slow grin. “Love… you’ll have to fucking make me.”

  “Why are you doing this?” The gritted words came with a little whack of her crop against her boot.

  I moved my jaw to accommodate the hungry dominance on my tongue. I allowed a small devilish grin to accompany the deliberately slow lick of my lower lip. “Because I fucking can.”

  “I’ll offer you one more chance to comply peacefully.”

  I stared at her, adrenalin flooding me. “Dear God,” I whispered, grabbing my aching cock and stepping closer. “Fucking do it. But just know. There will be no mercy when you find yourself tied up.”

  She lifted her chin, her lips parted with her labored breath before she clamped her mouth shut and quirked her brow. “Suit yourself.”

  I don’t think a second passed between her final word and my back hitting the floor. She braced her palm on my chest and I held her wrist with both hands, the rush of her aggression stealing my breath. “You still want to fight?”

  “Fuck yes.” I flipped with her and we wrestled on the floor for several seconds. Tara worked her legs between mine and I could feel where she was headed with the maneuver. I twisted out of it only to find my arm bent behind me. “Agh!” Shit, didn’t see that coming.

  “You give up, baby?”

  “Fuck, no.”

  She pulled harder and I yelled in pain. “Are you sure, baby?”

  I breathed through the agony, thinking. “Okay fine. You win.”

  She let go and I immediately wrestled her to the floor, gaining a mount. I fought to capture her arms and finally managed, pinning them to the floor next to her head. I locked my legs around hers, keeping her from wrapping me with them. We both stared at each other, winded. “You feel my cock? I’m so fucking hard for you.”

  “I’m going to dominate you.” She nodded. “You can bank on that, baby.”

  “Yeah?” I pressed my cock into her with an eager grunt, my body shuddering. “I’m looking forward to it.”

  “Good. Because I’m going to do things to you that you’ve never experienced before Mr. Bane.”

  I kissed her and gasped in surprise when her hungry mouth met me. God. I ground my cock against her, groaning, licking her tongue on every fucking side. “I’m your Dom baby.”

  “Not tonight.”

  I groaned in pain when she flipped me. I don’t know how the fuck she did it but my head was suddenly clamped between her upper thighs in a choke hold and my arm was once again in a painful position. “We can fight like this all night, baby.”

  “Fuuuuck!” I banged my free hand on the floor.

  “You giving up? If you try something again when I let you go, I’m not going to be so nice the next time.”

  “Okay, okay. I’ll let you win.”

  “Let me?”

  “Aaagh, fuck.” I laughed, finding it comical, considering everything. “God, love. Okay, fine. I
give up.”

  “Are you sure? Don’t disappoint me or you’ll be sorry.”

  God what a fucking rush of heat her words gave my cock. I suddenly needed to see what being really dominated by her would feel like. I raised my free hand in surrender, resisting the instinct to pin her again just to feel her body squirm beneath me. Christ, it was like riding a bolt of lightning.

  She slowly released me and I continued to demonstrate my sincere commitment to surrender. Huffing with excitement, I fought back a smile. She was amazing and I was so fucking turned on. “Do it. I’m all yours.”

  “Go to the play room.”

  My stomach jolted and I slowly made my way up. “Yes, my Domme.” I strolled to the room then turned to face her. She was several steps behind and followed with her riding crop again. “Just so you know,” I said. “No woman has ever dominated me.”

  “Oh?” She angled her head, studying my face. “Virgin voyage?”

  I bit my lower lip and grinned. “God, yes.” I stroked the hard length of my cock, my gaze hungry along her body. “Be gentle, love.”

  “Get naked.”

  Her cool command tingled along my skin and I eagerly complied.

  “Turn and face the wall. Spread your legs.” My heart raced as I did as ordered. “Chain your wrists.”

  I secured my left wrist in the leather cuff then my right and spread my arms. “You’ll need to tighten the slack for me, love.” I looked over my shoulder, while opening my legs. When she puzzled over the apparatus, I couldn’t stop my smile. I wasn’t the only virgin in this voyage. God, that fucking made me harder somehow.

  She finally managed and pulled, spreading my arms wide and high. The head of my cock rubbed up against the padded leather wall and drew a light moan. I watched as she managed the leather ankle cuffs next. Once I was spread wide enough that my muscles pulled, she straightened then slowly walked around me. I looked over my left shoulder, watching her.

  “How does it feel?” She braced one hand on the wall next to me and met my gaze.

  “Like I’m on fire.” I studied her reaction to that. “How do you feel?”

  She flicked a hesitant gaze over me, struggling with something.

  “Does it feel good baby? To dominate?”

  “I haven’t really begun.” Her flippant tone set my heart throbbing. She was nervous. But determined not to show it.

  I looked forward and lowered my head. “Do it, baby. Do what you want to me.”

  She swung the leather crop on my ass and I gasped in surprise. “That?”

  I clenched my eyes and laid my forehead against the padded wall. “Yes. That. You like it?”

  She struck me again and I tensed with a moan. “I think each lick will earn me points. That’s what I think.”

  I was too aroused to be pissed about it. “Get your points. Do it.”

  She stood next to me and wrapped firm warm fingers around the base of my cock. She stroked slowly along the length and I let my head fall back, strangling on the heat in my balls. She struck my ass with the crop and I choked down the surprise of it. I angled my head and looked at her, needing to see how she felt about doing that. Desire peeked through that hard façade and sent my heart racing. She slid the crop up my side then back down, her hand sliding over the head of my cock, wetting everything.

  “Fuck!” I rolled my hips.

  She struck my ass again. “Be still.” The tremor in her voice betrayed her well hidden fears. She slid the crop between my ass cheeks and along my balls, making me groan. She kept her strokes on my length to a teasing push and pull. “Be quiet.”

  “Oh fuck.” I dropped my head back, clenching my eyes. “Fucking yes.”

  She struck my ass again with the crop confirming that the sounds of my pleasure affected her own desire which brought on another round of orgasmic heat.

  “Hold on baby while I score a few points.” She stroked my cock faster until I was hissing from the fucking heat. “Kiss me.”

  I obeyed her breathless plea and she began striking me without stop. The crop stung my ass to the speed of her strokes and I jerked on the chains with my hands, body rigid with desire. She kissed me with an aggressive passion before finally breaking away with a gasp. “Twenty, baby!” She dropped to her knees and began licking and kissing the welts she’d just made while slowing her strokes on my cock, her other hand stroking along my back and ribs.

  Fuck, she hated hurting me. God…the things that did do to me.

  She moaned along the hot skin as she licked and sucked softly.

  “Fuck, Tara.” Her finger slid up and down between my ass cheeks, barely touching that forbidden exit with a teasing stroke that slammed me with a hunger I’d never felt before. Her lips were there next, and she used both hands to obtain better access. My muscles instinctively resisted and her fingers dug in and spread me.

  “I’ve been wanting to do this to you.” Her breath hit right on my ass and I growled, jerking on the chains. Her tongue flicked against the tight skin and I strained on the excitement.

  Her fingers dug harder, keeping me open and she pressed the tip of her tongue where no tongue had ever gone before.

  “Fuck, baby,” I gasped.

  She moaned, the sound of pleasure, then pushed further in, fucking my ass with her tongue just like I’d done to her. Fuck yes. Felt amazing with her nails digging into my still stinging flesh.

  “Baby, you’re going to make me come so fucking hard.” The warning blasted from my chest with several deep groans.

  She got on her knees before me and I looked down watching her kiss the head of my cock with a teasing hunger.

  “You’re fucking killing me.” I choked out the words, pushing my cock toward her mouth.

  She looked up at me, hazel eyes on fire as she wet her finger on my cock then placed it on my ass. “Jesus.” My eyes rolled shut as she took my entire cock deep into her mouth and teased at the entrance of my ass, a warning of the pleasure she was about to devastate me with.

  She whimpered all over me and the sound of her hunger added to the mounting ecstasy. She scraped her nails along my balls then grabbed the base. “Fuck my mouth.” The bold command said all her inhibitions were gone.

  “God,” I croaked, pumping my hips. I looked down, watching my cock slide in and out of her mouth. Her finger still teased at my ass, a promising torment. “Fuck it good,” I gasped.

  She gave a half whimpered groan and pushed her finger inside in gradual increments that fucking set me on fire.

  “Tara, Tara.” I stared at her, my mouth open in astonishment. “Fucking do it.” She sucked me fast and furious, her finger moving in and out until my orgasm barreled down.

  She suddenly let me pop out of her mouth while she continued fucking my ass slowly. Good. Fucking. God. “No coming for you yet,” she whispered, still holding my cock and placing sweet tender kisses on the head.

  I growled through the heat, my head dropping back.

  She carefully slid her finger out of my ass then wiggled her way up between my body and the wall until she pressed into me. As soon as her mouth was in reach, I dove hungrily for it. I groaned in satisfaction at tasting myself on her, at her allowing me.

  “I love doing that to you,” she whispered in my mouth.

  I groaned and rolled my hips, sliding my cock against her tight stomach while sucking and licking every part of her mouth.

  “I’m going to tie you to the bed baby. I’m going to strap on that cute little dildo. And fuck you while I stroke your cock. You want that?”

  I growled and cursed in her mouth. “You’re going to fuck me?” A vicious hunger trembled through my body and I yanked hard on my restraints. “What are you fucking waiting for?”

  She undid me and suddenly seemed worried about what I might do with my freedom. She bit her lip, reminding me of what was beneath her tough façade. “Go lay on the bed,” she whispered. “Face down.”

  I stared at her, suddenly warring with the need to fuck her right wher
e she stood until she was screaming for the torment. Instead I strode to the shelf and snatched a box and handed it to her. “You’ll need this.”

  She took it and stared at it then mumbled through the directions on the anal lubrication. “Ooookay.”

  I grinned and went to the bed and laid face down as instructed. She tied me nice and tight, muscles pulling. Legs wide. Just the position was a turn on. The thrill of vulnerability and the excitement of knowing she was about to break me down with pleasure made it fucking intoxicating.

  She got on top of me and rubbed her body all over mine, hot silk making love to my skin. My mind followed the heat of her pussy as it pressed into my legs, the rigid tips of her nipples gliding over my back. I pulled on the restraints when she began to grind her soft pussy on the top of my ass while she kissed the side of my face.

  “Make your pussy feel good baby. God I’m dying to suck your clit. Please baby, let me.”

  “You will. I want to ride it the way I did. Did you know I masturbate while thinking of that?”

  I groaned, pushing my ass back against her twirling hips.

  “Are you ready baby? For me to fuck you?”

  “Fffffuck, Tara.”

  She mmmed at my answer and got off of me. I turned my head to see what she was doing. My cock jerked at eying the short slender, pussy pink cock. She climbed back on the bed and rubbed her little dildo all over my ass. My body bucked when she spanked me hard.

  “God fuck!”

  “Mmmm.” She slid her little cock between my ass cheeks and teased at my entrance.

  “Fuck, Jesus, yes.” I pulled on the restraints. She massaged my ass with one hand then spanked it hard while adding more pressure with her cock.

  “Take it in baby.”

  I gasped and choked on a groan, my ass flexing for it. Jesus Christ. “Fuck, Tara.” The rasped words were lost in the bed and she spanked again, soothing the skin right after while working herself in me a little more.

  I rolled my hips, pressing my cock into the bed. The feel of her in my ass was undoing me like nothing I’d ever endured.