Power Trip(35)

Of course he was. He was a sadist, a Dominant—and she had agreed to this submissive role. She closed her eyes. Think, think. But she couldn’t—she could only feel. The hard grip of his hand in her hair, the intense throb between her thighs, the heat blooming across her ass—she wanted more and the only way she was going to get it was by letting him stay in control. On a slow exhalation, she let go and began to float.

He must have felt her neck muscles go lax because he gently lowered her head into the headrest. “That’s it. Good girl. You’ve earned another reward. I’ll use a stainless steel crop on you now.”

She had a few seconds to register amusement in his voice before his first strike set her ass on fire. She felt the heat everywhere. Flames licked her body. Pleasure bore down on her, so focused she felt as if her entire body were being compressed. She screamed, seeking a way to release the pressure before she imploded.

He peppered her ass with quick strokes, making her scream again. Her throat felt raw and each cry increased the need between her thighs. He paused, and the pressure eased. She sucked deep, slow breaths. She heard him laugh. With delight? Relief? A thousand questions crowded her mind but she’d learned her lesson. She would hold onto her questions until later.

Something cold and wet pressed firmly against her anus.

“Oh my God,” she whispered, hoping he couldn’t hear her. A butt plug? It must be. And made of metal, certainly. She couldn’t stifle a moan. Was it supposed to feel this good?

The pressure returned, but instead of bearing down on her from the outside, it made her feel thin-skinned, creating pressure from the inside. She wanted to fly apart. He began again with the flogger, stroking it over her ass, raining a series of swishing blows. This time the tingles reached deeper, buzzing through her core when the flogger hit the plug. She felt off-center, full, yet achingly empty where she longed to be filled.

“I’m taking my gloves off now.”

She felt the plug sink deeper into her ass. Exquisite sensation flooded her. Her toes tingled; her fingers felt radiant. Her lips were numb and she felt as if every inch of her skin was glowing from his touch. She spun higher and higher, carried by a greater force, as if she had been sucked into a raging tornado. The only way to land safely was to abandon herself to its power. A sharp sound cracked through the air as his bare hand smacked her ass. A second later, thunder rumbled.

“Yes, God, yes!” she sobbed, needing another one of those firm slaps. Another blow fell, lighting her up. She burned hotter. Her ass tingled when he tapped the plug. She heard constant low moans, knew they were coming from her, but didn’t care how desperate she sounded. This moment…she could live in this moment of wanting more.

“Now,” he said, sliding swift fingers into her. The music swelled as he continued to spank her. Every few blows, he would twist the plug, shredding sharp notes through the melody. Her tears felt like molten lava as he took her beyond screaming into a place where all she could hear and feel was him, pouring pure energy into her.

The table dropped out from under her and she howled as he broke contact.

“Condom.” A second later, he entered her in a slow, agonizing thrust, pressing her ass toward the table with both hands. The position trapped her clit between the leather table and his cock. Every slow, deliberate thrust pushed her closer to the inferno. He had covered his cock, but his hot hands gripping her ass were gloriously bare.

Energy flooded her body as she took everything he gave her. No longer floating, she was flying. Her world was blue and limitless. She went up with him, showering sparks, crackling, thundering, and finally exploding in a bright crescendo.





Cal ripped his hands away from her ass and thrust them behind his back as he felt his climax approach. He locked his fingers around his forearms to keep himself from seeking her soft skin. He checked the monitors. Steady. Safe.

The fantasy of being bare inside her was sharp, erotic and taboo. He leaned back, planted his feet firmly on the floor and made sure the only connection between them was his covered cock. Only then could he surrender to the force barreling through him.

He closed his eyes, focusing inward, imploding. He gritted his teeth and growled her name as he came. “Audrey.”

The spasms seemed to go on forever. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through him.

When he finally peeled his eyes open, the monitors graphed on, unaffected. Audrey was motionless, slow, even breaths moving her ribcage up and down. Her hands were relaxed, fingers limp. Every so often her body tightened around him. Past the danger point, he allowed himself to enjoy the lazy caress.

His body felt light, relieved of the heavy charge he usually carried, but his chest felt tight. She was amazing. Perfect. A woman he could touch without having to lock his energy so deep inside he wasn’t himself anymore.