Alea’s little moan let him know she was okay. There were still so many things that could trigger bad memories for her, but they wouldn’t know how far they could go without pushing her boundaries. He nodded at Cooper, and they took turns smacking her ass, finding a rhythm. Alea swayed slightly and the throaty sounds that came from her mouth went straight to his dick.
When he finally counted thirty, her head had dropped, shoulders relaxed, and she simply swayed with every slap to her ass. She wasn’t fighting or struggling. She was floating on pure sensation. She was right where he wanted her.
“Such a good sub,” Dane muttered, allowing his hand to stroke her hip. He leaned over and placed a kiss on the small of her back. He wondered how pregnancy would change her. She would be so beautiful, all round and soft and filled with their child. He would coddle her and spend his days rubbing her feet and her belly. Yeah, he was looking forward to that. “I think a good submissive should get a treat.”
His fingers trailed down and found the soft flesh of her pussy. It was engorged with blood, a flower in bloom. His fingers slid easily around her labia and around her clit.
“Dane, Dane. It feels so good. I’m so aware. I can feel everything,” she said on a moan.
That was the whole purpose of the spanking. He’d forced her out of her own head and left her no choice but to be in the moment with them. A woman as smart as Alea could sometimes get lost in her thoughts and worries and be unable to connect with the intimacy of sex. Especially given what she’d been through, Dane wanted her wholly in the moment. In this dungeon, there was no room for anything but them. There was only pleasure and erotic pain and the deep connection between lovers.
She whimpered a little as he brushed against her core.
“Do you want a cock up this pussy?” He loved dirty talk, but he’d hesitated until now, worried it would send her back to a bad place.
Not this time. She thrust her backside toward him, trying to lure his fingers deeper. He immediately pulled back and smacked her ass again.
“Dane, please.”
He loved hearing her plead. It showed him just how far they would come that she felt safe enough to play this way. It gave him so much peace and made him feel powerful. “No, Alea. You’re not in control here. I believe I mentioned there would be a point when I took the power back. Well, tonight is the night, my love. You’re going to be sweet and obedient. Only then will you have pleasure like you’ve never known. But not until we’ve had our fun. Now, on your knees. I believe Landon has found some pretty clamps to decorate your nipples.”
Landon walked up carrying two pretty ruby clamps. He approved of the choice. He could control just how tight they got, making them bite into her nipples but not so tightly she would be in danger of real damage. Lan turned them over and he held them up as Cooper helped Alea get to her knees, her lovely body flushed with frustrated arousal. That was just how he wanted her. He moved to the front and showed her the dangling clamps.
“They look like earrings, but I know what they’re for,” she said with a soft smile. “Do you want me to hold my breasts up for you, Master?”
God, she knew what she was doing. He dropped down beside her. “I think I’ll deal with that in a moment. First, I forgot to do something. I want to set up a few rituals and traditions. Rituals are very important in BDSM, but each relationship can have different ones. I want to talk about how you greet your Master, even when we’re in the vanilla world.”
She ran her tongue along her lower lip. “I’m listening.”
“You always kiss me. When I walk in a room, you are to find me and greet me with a kiss.”
“I can do that, Master.” She tilted her head up, offering her lips.
He took her head in his hands and kissed her. He didn’t waste time with nibbling and playing. He devoured her like the starving man he was. Days had gone by without a single taste of her, and he couldn’t do it again. He needed her. He would kiss her and love her every day. Even on days when they couldn’t make love, he would get a taste of her like this so she was always on his tongue, a reminder of why it was so good to be alive. He forced her mouth open and slid his tongue against hers in a silky dance. Over and over, he thrust in and dragged out in a perfect imitation of what he wanted to do to her.
When he was breathless and aching, he brought his head up and broke the kiss. He stared down into the brown eyes that kicked him in the gut every time he saw them. “That’s what I want from you.”
Her eyes were warm as she looked up at him. “I want it, too, Dane. I want it from all my men.”