His To Master and Own (Miami Masters Book 5) Page 9

  “I won’t.”

  He frowned, reminding her of how he didn’t like to be kept waiting for anything. Well, tough. She wouldn’t be pushed into anything because of an ex’s suggestion. She liked Charles but didn’t want to see him any more than his occasional stop on the heart floor. Being a general surgeon, he didn’t have that many heart patients, but enough to ensure they still crossed paths at least once a week.

  By the time her shift ended, Alessa was more than ready for the next day off. She just hoped she was as ready to accept Sean’s terms and dictates the next night.

  AT FIVE MINUTES TO EIGHT, Alessa opted to park in the Hilton side lot and got out of her car on legs that wobbled in the black heels. She smoothed down the pink dress clinging to the shape of her full breasts before flaring out into a skirt around her knees. Getting dressed, she’d discovered she’d been right about the corset cups; they were only big enough to prop her breasts up, leaving her bare nipples to press against the thin material, the outline of each bump on her areolas clearly discernible. Her only saving grace was the loose, comfortable fit of the dress that didn’t mold to her waist and hips as she’d feared. Since there were no panties in the box with the rest of the ensemble, she could feel the brush of the dress against her butt as she walked, just enough to tantalize her already fired up senses even more.

  The posh, downtown hotel with its doorman and valet parking out front was out of her league, but she tried not to let that show while crossing the marbled floor to the bank of elevators, keeping her face averted from the few people who mingled in the lobby. She hadn’t been this uncomfortable bared and tethered in the clubs. Maybe because there were so many others in similar straits she didn’t feel as if the focus was on her. By the time she rapped on room 752, she couldn’t say whether her rapid pulse and damp palms were due to embarrassment, uncertainty or excitement. Then Sean opened the door.

  Oh, my. Wearing skintight leathers that molded to his thick, muscled thighs and taut buttocks, he appeared every inch a masterful Dom. The matching vest revealed an enticing patch of curly, black chest hair tapering in a narrow line to disappear inside his waistband. Her mouth went dry and her pussy spasmed when she imagined all that hard flesh pressing down on her.

  A slow smile softened his face as he stepped back and beckoned her in. “Alessa. The dress fits, I see.”

  “Yes, perfectly. Thank you.”

  Entering the suite, she saw a small table set for two, and if it weren’t for their attire, she’d think this was a normal date. Sean crossed to a chair under the wide window and sat down then crooked his finger at her.

  “Come here.”

  That deep, commanding voice drew her like a magnet. A warm flush crept up her face when he eyed her breasts with cool appreciation and it took her a moment to remember he’d seen her naked from across the rooms at the clubs. He gripped her hips and pulled her between his spread thighs when she reached him, the warmth of his hands seeping through the dress.

  “Are you wearing the corset?” he asked, his fingers going to the buttons at the scooped neckline.

  “Yes. It’s the only reason I look halfway decent in this dress,” she quipped with a self-conscious laugh as his nimble fingers made short work of loosening the dress to just below her breasts.

  On one hand, Alessa was grateful for the fast pace, which didn’t allow her time to fret over what he had planned. But on the other, she wished for time to adjust to seeing him in such different surroundings and different clothing than what she was used to. At the social functions with their mutual friends and in his office, he’d been dressed in casual slacks that fit his profile of a psychologist. Even though he’d mentioned seeing her at the clubs, she hadn’t seen him. The image of him as a strict Dom would now forever be imprinted in her mind, a picture she would be hard pressed not to respond to. Then again, she’d had trouble controlling her body’s reactions to just about every aspect of this man’s personality since dancing with him at the weddings.

  His dark brows drew down in a frown as he spread the top of the dress open, tucking the sides in to hold them in place. “I dislike the way you put yourself down. Stop it. You don’t have anything to be ashamed of, and I like your figure.”

  With his face just inches from her propped-up breasts, Alessa found it difficult to concentrate enough to decide if the warmth covering her face stemmed from his compliment or his heated gaze on her nakedness. A knock landed on the door and he ran one finger over her nipples before rising. His next order proved more difficult to obey when he cupped her shoulders and turned her around.

  “Kneel and place your hands behind you.”

  Sean waited for her to comply, those pewter eyes direct and calm. Alessa didn’t know if she sank to her knees before him because she wanted to obey him in the worst way or because she feared her legs would give out and she’d end up there anyway. He nodded, the flare of heat in his eyes going a long way in easing her tension. She held her breath as he padded to the door then released it on a whoosh when he blocked the room service employee’s view with his body. She wanted to prove to him she could do this, could give up complete control. The thought of the young waiter seeing her in this position, half undressed, didn’t concern her as much as failing right off the bat. A test? If so, she must have passed because he shut the door and turned to her with a smile.

  “Come sit down, sweetheart. I’m starving.”

  So was she, she realized, pushing to her feet. But she wasn’t sure if she wanted food or him. She hadn’t considered sex as part of this equation, but in this cozy room, with a king size bed just beyond an open door teasing her with images of the two of them sprawled naked on it, she found it difficult not to consider taking it that far.

  After lifting the lids off the two covered dishes, Sean spooned a small serving of braised beef and one creamed chicken breast onto her plate. “Eat that, then we’ll have dessert.” Something of her instant annoyance at the way he hadn’t asked her preference then ordered her to eat must have shown on her face because he stated with a sarcastic drawl, “Problem?”

  “Is this another test? You serving me without asking what I like or want then telling me to eat it?”

  “You’re the one who said you wanted to give up total control, remember? Are we calling it quits? If so, we’ll enjoy this meal and I’ll walk you down.”

  A cold chill puckered her nipples into even tighter pinpoints than his gaze on her. No, she didn’t want this to stop. If she were honest, she’d admit how nice it felt to have someone seeing to her nutritional needs. She couldn’t recall any of her foster parents caring enough to insist she ate what they set out. It was there if she wanted it was how they’d looked upon their responsibility toward feeding her.

  “No, I’m sorry. You… just took me by surprise. No one’s… never mind.”

  Taking his seat, he said, “Let’s continue our session with that cut-off remark. No one’s what?”

  CHAPTER 7

  Sean had thought long and hard over how to proceed with Alessa. He’d chosen to meet her at a hotel first because it was intimate without being personal like their homes. The yacht would have worked well for the scene he had planned, but there was always one or more of his friends using it on a Saturday night, or a play party planned with everyone, and she wasn’t ready to be stripped in front of their friends or to reveal their relationship yet. She put on a good front, but her self-esteem needed work. His job would be to build it up while giving her a good taste of what she claimed to want, all the while being careful not to let himself get sucked into longing for more from this relationship than was wise.

  His own desire to demand complete control over a woman went beyond what most submissive play partners were looking for and was the reason he’d stayed away from committed relationships. In order to maintain that distance while tutoring her, he’d have to refrain from fucking her. As much as he’d been fantasizing about doing just that, he had his work cut out for him. In the meantime, it wouldn’t do
for him to continue to fuck others during their time together, which would be a first for him. But she might look at such actions as a betrayal, jeopardizing his end goal to build her up and show her what she thought she wanted wasn’t all that easy to actually do.

  Alessa squirmed in her seat as he waited for an answer, keeping his gaze level on her. “No one’s what, Alessa?” he prodded when she toyed with her food without looking up.

  “Must we discuss my past now? This is a bit awkward.” She waved toward the display of her up thrust breasts that kept drawing his eyes. The girl had an impressive rack, her pale pink nipples pointing at him, begging for attention.

  He reached over and pinched one puckered bud hard enough to draw a wince of discomfort from her. “Yes. Now answer me.” Leaning back, he took a bite of beef, watching her.

  “Fine,” she huffed with an exasperated breath. “Growing up, I was called when there was a meal ready. Whether I came to the table or not was left up to me. I’m not used to someone… insisting I eat what they put on a plate for me.”

  Translation: No one bothered with her enough to care whether her nutritional needs were met or not. Damn, the system really had let her down. An ache formed in Sean’s chest when he imagined her as a child, hurting for attention.

  “Thank you. That wasn’t so difficult, was it?”

  “Not for you. You probably had parents who doted on you.” She bit into the chicken then closed her eyes as she chewed. Her face reflected her pleasure in the taste, the look close to the one she’d portrayed when he’d brought her to climax the other day. His cock jerked in response and it was his turn to squirm in his seat.

  Ignoring his little head, he turned his big head back to his job. “You mentioned bed-hopping during college, which isn’t unusual. A lot of young people feel the urge to cut loose when they first get out on their own. What about relationships since then? Anyone special?”

  “Nope. I went through a dry spell after college then back to mostly one-night stands, a few that lasted a little longer.”

  Sean liked how she didn’t try to defend or apologize for her promiscuous behavior. She’d only been seeking what she’d been denied during her emotionally neglectful childhood. But the way she shifted her eyes with her light, airy response spoke volumes about how she felt about herself, and those relationships. He would have to add showing her she was worth more than a quick lay to his lessons on giving up control in the way she said she desired. “Just sex, huh? Wham bam, thank you ma’am?”

  Those soft, tempting lips curled in a derisive smile. “Sometimes not even a thank you.”

  “Their fault, not yours.” Pushing back his plate, Sean stood, nodding in approval at Alessa’s almost empty dish. “Good job. Stand up and remove your dress. I want to see the rest of my gift on you.”

  THE SUDDEN SWITCH from personal questions to a sex-charged demand sent Alessa’s blood surging through her veins in a heated rush. It’d been difficult sitting across from him, staring at his thick chest and arms with muscles that bulged with the simple lift of his fork to his mouth while talking about her wild youth. But it was those penetrating grey eyes that kept her grounded while admitting to the sins of her past. Her behavior didn’t shame her, but it was also something she’d never spoken of to anyone, not even Krista.

  Standing, she began the slow process of unbuttoning the rest of her dress under his watchful gaze, the throbbing of her pinched nipple a reminder of consequences if she didn’t obey. Not that she minded the warm thrum that also pulsed deep inside her pussy. The dress slipped off and pooled at her feet with the release of the last button, leaving her to stand before him in the tight corset that hugged her waist above her hips. She clenched her naked buttocks as he strolled around her, and knew what others meant when they said they could feel someone’s eyes on them.

  “Nice,” Sean stated, his deep, appreciative voice washing over her. “You’ll need to get rid of your pubic hair before we get together again, but otherwise, I like the way you look, Alessa.” Steering her into the bedroom, he stopped at the bed and opened the bag sitting on it, pulling out what looked like a long, tight leather sleeve. “Turn around, arms behind you.”

  Alessa bit back the questions hovering on her tongue and did as instructed. He was in full Dom mode, a side of him she hadn’t witnessed before tonight and one that put all her senses on high alert. She inhaled to remain steady as he worked the leather binding up both her arms, the tight press of them together pulling her shoulders back and pushing her chest forward. His warm breath blew over her neck and drew goosebumps as he said, “We need to work on your trust issues tonight.”

  “I trust you.” Even she could detect the false ring in her quick return.

  “No, you don’t, not like you need to. Too many people have let you down for you to drop your protective guard completely. There. How does that feel?” He spun her to face him and she teetered on the heels, falling against his torso, his springy chest hair tickling her nipples.

  “Tight, but not uncomfortable.” She almost spoke too soon when her attempt to move her arms and they didn’t budge forced her to swallow back a surge of panic. He kept his arms snug around her, holding her against him for a moment instead of releasing her right away, and that simple gesture went a mile toward easing her insecurity. The steady beat of his heart against her ear soothed her into taking a deep breath.

  “Good girl.” Pointing to the bed, he instructed, “Kneel up.”

  Scrambling onto the navy chenille comforter by crawling on her knees, she managed to kneel without his help then sank back on her heels as he extracted a leather paddle from the bag. Recalling her response to being spanked the other day, her pulse leaped with a frisson of excitement. Would the instrument have the same effect as his hand?

  “Now, lie down, head toward me.”

  Sean’s short, blunt instructions lacked explanation and kept Alessa on edge, but she didn’t ask questions as she lowered onto her stomach with his help. When he set the paddle down and grasped her upper arms to slide her forward until her head and torso hung over the side of the bed, a wave of instant panic returned. With her arms bound, she couldn’t brace herself to keep from landing on her head and she broke out in a cold sweat of sudden alarm.

  “Sean!” The warm pressure of his hand on her lower back cut off her embarrassing squeak.

  “Trust me, I won’t let you fall.” Before she could say anything else, he picked up the paddle with his other hand and delivered a blistering swat to her right buttock. “Tell me, was your trip to Dominion your first time in a BDSM club?”

  “Yes,” she got out despite the distracting burn encompassing her cheek.

  Another smack covered her left buttock. “And you’ve heard from the girls there’s someone assaulting subs at the clubs around the state, correct?”

  “Well, yes, but… crap!” That swat landed in the center of her butt with enough force to scoot her forward if it weren’t for his other hand holding her in place, and left behind needle pinpricks of pain along with the building heat.

  “That was not wise, Alessa. But that’s not why I’m spanking you.”

  “It’s not?” she gasped with the next blow.

  “No, I’m spanking you because I want to. I enjoy tormenting delectable asses such as yours. Do you want to know what I like best about it?”

  “Uh, sure.” Blood was starting to rush to her head, making concentration difficult, that and the slow build-up of throbbing, heated pain across her backside.

  “The way some subs, such as you, respond to the pain.” Three more swats landed in rapid succession. A low keening mewl slipped out of her mouth as he held nothing back, then changed to a deep moan when he cupped his palm over her labia. “Warm and damp, that’s what I enjoy, along with the view of your bright red ass, of course. Up you go.”

  Sean assisted her back onto her knees, and when her cheeks touched down on her heels, she felt the heat and imagined the bright hue he’d spoken of. Reaching for the ba
g again, he pulled out a large padded cuff with an attached hook. “Sean…”

  “The next time you don’t address me as Master Sean, or Sir, you’ll feel the cane.”

  The frown darkening his face belied the casual tone behind his rebuke and drew a full body shiver. “Yes, Sir.”

  He nodded in approval while kneeling next to her. “You were going to ask about the cuff. Put your ankles together.” When she did so, he wrapped the cuff around both, binding them snugly together before hooking her restrained arms to her ankles, the pose forcing her to arch back.

  The yoga exercises Alessa went through with Krista every week were coming in handy in a way she’d never imagined. The awkward position compelled her to widen her knees to aid in maintaining her balance, but the warm approval in his gunmetal eyes helped stem the flood of mortification sweeping up her chest from the blatant display of both her breasts and pussy. She pictured herself bare of pubic hair, how she’d look now without the protective barrier she’d sported since puberty, and the image threatened her composure.

  “Good.” Sean ran one hand up her left thigh. “I thought to use a spreader bar, but now see I don’t need to. Keep your knees apart.” He smoothed his palm up and down her inner thigh, reaching the juncture where leg met hip then trailing back down to her knee. “At Dominion, did you climax with that Dom?”

  Wondering where this question was leading, she thought back and remembered the nice Dom, Master Greg, and thinking she wished he would just take her over with instructions instead of asking her her preferences. “Yes, why?” It hadn’t been an explosive climax, not like the one Sean had driven her to the other day. At the time, she hadn’t thought anything of it as it had been the same mediocre response of her past that she’d been used to.

  A sharp smack between her legs, right on the tender flesh of her labia, startled her, the sting spreading up her sheath and drawing a spate of moisture that caught her off-guard. How could she become aroused by that humiliating rebuke?