BegMe Page 10

  She met him stroke for stroke, wrapped her legs around his waist and clung to him. He pounded her into the bed. Her head banged against the headboard but she didn’t care. All that mattered was his cock inside her, filling her, fucking her.

  “Jared…more.” She clung onto his shoulders, dug her fingernails into his skin.

  He groaned, gripped her hair and shoved hard.

  She screamed. Lightning burst behind her eyes as his cock rubbed her G-spot.

  “I’m going to come!” Her cunt clenched, tightened around his shaft, locking him inside her.

  He roared into her ear. His seed pumping into her womb. His body collapsed on top of hers but she didn’t mind his weight. She enjoyed it. The sensations of their combined orgasms made him twitch, sparking tiny shockwaves in her pussy.

  She ran her fingertips up and down his muscular back, tracing the contours. She reveled in her own power when he shivered. She really loved his body.

  He nuzzled her collarbone. “So you still want to go to that party?” His words were muffled, his face buried in the crook of her neck.

  Tessa laughed. “How can I say no after that?”

  * * * * *

  “Well, it’s certainly…” Tessa raked her gaze over the flimsy material of the outfit Jared had purchased for her. “Interesting.”

  When he said he’d pick her clothes for the party, she’d expected leather. Never in her wildest dreams could she have conjured up this outfit. He called it a “submissive slave princess” costume, specially tailored for parties like this one.

  The outfit comprised a bustier gown with a brown skirt. The bustier was gold-toned with a halter neck, lace-up sides and underwire cups that pushed her breasts up to Everest proportions, leaving her nipples on display. The skirt had numerous slits, and the material was so opaque you could see her underwear. If he’d given her underwear.

  Jared held up the dress and swept a glance over her body before offering her the material. “We have an hour or so before we need to leave. Go put it on.”

  Tessa knew it wasn’t a request. It was another step on the ladder of submission. Insubordination would only result in punishment. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of showing defiance. She lifted her chin. Slowly, she reached out and took the dress. He smiled, and she resisted the urge to bob her tongue in his direction.

  “Do I get to wear underwear with this, Master?” She couldn’t stop the biting tone from creeping into her voice.

  Jared raised an eyebrow. “Do you need punishing, slave? We have time for a spanking.”

  Her mouth watered at the image. She’d always had a wild fantasy of him dressed in leather, spanking a paddle across her soft ass cheeks. In fact, she had some sort of leather fetish, especially where Jared was concerned.

  She sighed. “Not right now. I have to work out how to get my breasts into those cups.”

  He gave her a self-satisfied grin. “I’m your Dom, it’s my job to take care of all those li’l things for ya.”

  Tessa rolled her eyes. “Gee, thanks.” She headed for the stairs. “Oh, one more thing. What are you wearing?”

  He rummaged around in the various shopping bags scattered over the couch. Pulling out a pair of pants, he held them up for inspection.

  Tessa gripped the banister for support. She was sure drool dribbled from her open mouth. The pants were leather, complete with lace-up sides and crotch.

  Yowser.

  “Does it meet with your approval?”

  It took a few minutes to get her mind out of the gutter and her mouth to function enough to speak. “You are soooo wearing those when we get home.”

  Turning on her heel, she ran up the stairs, Jared’s laughter following her every step.

  The party was set in an average, upscale town house. Whatever she’d expected, it wasn’t this. Jared was changing her expectations of the whole BDSM scene. In fact, Jared was changing her expectations on a lot of things.

  She’d started out willing to explore her submissive streak. What she found was a man she cared deeply about and a situation she had no idea how to resolve. Should she tell Jared she cared for him? The indecision was eating her alive.

  “Ready?” Jared gave her arm a gentle squeeze.

  Tessa stared up at the town house, marveling at its ordinary façade. She shivered. He’d allowed her the small courtesy of wearing a slim, black thong. Underneath the thin shawl, her nipples were bare, hard points. She didn’t want to think about the amount of people in attendance. She only hoped she wasn’t the only “submissive” on display.

  She nodded and managed to give Jared a small smile, swallowing the knot of apprehension lodged in her throat.

  As they entered the house, the husky tones of rock singer Chris Cornell wafted through the air. People milled around, drinking, talking. It was like any normal party if you ignored the outfits and the people walking around attached to collars and leashes.

  “Remember, you’re a submissive tonight. You do what I tell you, when I tell you. No arguments.”

  He turned to her, his green eyes boring into hers. He looked lethal, dangerous, commanding and dominant. She was glad he’d allowed her to wear panties. Cream flowed from her pussy, and Tessa was left in no doubt about her sexual attraction to a dominant, alpha male.

  He eased the shawl from her shoulders, baring her breasts to the cool air. She hissed as her nipples tightened.

  Jared ran his palm down her arm. “You are mine, Tessa. Don’t ever forget that.”

  Stunned at the conviction and passion in his voice, she shook her head. “I won’t.”

  Taking her hand, he led her through the small crowd. Tessa looked around. She couldn’t help it. There was a variety of people in an assortment of costumes. Just like Inferno, there was a lot of leather.

  One submissive female wore a halter bra and leather panties. Her puffy peach nipples were exposed to her Master’s touch. Every few seconds, he pinched them and a look of pure rapture appeared on Halter Woman’s face. Her jaw slackened and her eyes closed.

  “Why, Jared, darling, what have you brought us this evening?”

  Jared stopped. His hand tightened around Tessa’s. “Lydia, you know I always bring y’all something tasty.”

  Jared blocked her view. He leaned down and Tessa heard the smack of kisses on the other woman’s cheeks. She resisted the urge to growl. She narrowed her eyes and tried to get a glimpse of the woman attached to the voice. Jared had reverted back to his heavy Texan twang, and Tessa wondered if it was part of the gameplay or if he did it to charm the ladies.

  The woman, Lydia, clucked her teeth, and Tessa wished Jared wasn’t so damn broad.

  “Let me introduce you.” He finally stepped out the way and she got a good look at Lydia.

  The woman was a tall, knockout redhead. Legs up to her ass, perky round breasts encased in a sexy midnight-blue corset, long, curly auburn hair and dazzling green eyes. Tessa hated the woman on sight.

  Jared pulled her forward. “Lydia, I’d like you meet my new partner, Tessa.”

  Lydia eyed her up and down, lingering on her nipples. Tessa fought the urge to shift her feet, her cheeks heating with embarrassment and fury.

  “Well, she is a tasty thing.” Lydia stroked Jared’s arm intimately. “But you haven’t had her long.”

  Jared raised an eyebrow. “What makes you say that?”

  “She still has that…defiant look in her eye.”

  He gave her a wicked grin. “Sugar, you know that’ll change.”

  Tessa wouldn’t have thought it possible but Lydia blushed. Oh yeah, she really hated this woman. A scathing comment lingered on the edge of her tongue. She stopped herself from speaking it. This was Jared’s night. She would be what he needed. And he needed her to be quiet.

  A blond man crawled up to Lydia. He nuzzled her ankles and offered up a metal chain attached to a satin collar tied around his neck. Her gaze never left Jared’s, but Lydia reached down, took the leash and patted the blond guy’s
head. “This is my latest. Gorgeous, isn’t he?”

  Tessa shuddered. She could never be reduced to that level of submission. To her it was humiliation. Degradation didn’t appeal to her on any level, let alone sexually.

  “He’s certainly something.”

  Excusing them, Jared led them to a quiet corner. He sat in a plush white-leather chair and pulled her into his lap. “You doing okay?”

  She wanted to scream, shout and tell him no, she wasn’t okay. Her fears clawed at the surface, demanding attention. She felt way out of her depth. Uncomfortable at being on display, she wanted to go hide in a cupboard. Could she ever be that submissive? Panic warred with the need to support Jared.

  Jared, the man who broke down her boundaries, weaved his way into her heart. He needed her to do this. Pushing aside her doubts, she focused on him. She remembered walking behind him minutes ago. The way the leather cupped his ass cheeks, making his rear look pert and biteable. Desire replaced fear. She’d come a long way in such a short time, partly due to Jared’s steadfast influence. Tessa’s heart swelled with pride at her own achievement. She could do this for him.

  She fixed him with an intimate smile and leaned down, whispering in his ear, “I know you’re supposed to be the Master, and I’m the good little submissive, so I guess I can’t feel your cock through those pants?”

  Jared growled, his hands tightening on her body. “You, my girl, are in for a spanking.”

  She loved the thrill of anticipation, more so with Jared. He was exciting, enticing, sensual and seductive. In one week their arrangement would come to an end. Tessa couldn’t imagine being without him.

  Taking her hand, he pushed her gently. She stood and looked down at him, puzzled as to what he wanted. They’d only just arrived.

  “You’re in for a spanking. Right now.”

  Her pussy heated, clenched and released a gush of moisture. Juice trickled down her thighs. Her heart pounded. What did he have planned? A public spanking? No, he wouldn’t do that to her yet. She wasn’t ready. He knew her well enough to know she wouldn’t be able to handle that.

  She kept her eyes downcast. He led her through the small crowd, whispered something to Lydia and drew her into a large, ordinary bedroom.

  “Look at me, Tessa.”

  His finger lifted her chin and she met his warm, green stare. Such intensity, such passion and adoration. It took her breath away.

  “I’m going to spank you. I’m going to paddle your pretty little ass until the cheeks are on fire. Would you like that, Tessa?”

  Her nostrils flared as she inhaled. It lifted her heavy breasts. She wanted him to reach out and touch them, pinch her nipples, ease the ache in the tight little buds.

  She nodded. “Yes, Master.”

  His eyes widened, his pupils dilated. She knew he was pleased with her answer. Pleasing him sent tiny shivers of pride down her spine. She was learning to be a good submissive.

  “Do you trust me, Tessa?” The question was more of a plea. Desperation flashed in his eyes.

  Despite the niggling doubts, she did trust him. He would never hurt her or humiliate her. Needing to soothe some of his discomfort, she pressed a hand to his cheek and smiled. “I trust you, Master.”

  The door clicked open. In walked Lydia and her slave.

  Tessa blinked. Panic bubbled to the surface. So it was going to be a public spanking. Shit. The only public spanking she’d received had been at Inferno and she’d run. What if she couldn’t handle it? What if she embarrassed Jared, and herself? Her pulse rate spiked. Her breathing hitched.

  “Tessa.” His hand slipped over hers and she forced herself to look at him. “For me, Tessa. I promise no one else. Lydia is a friend. It’s part of your submission. I want you to do this for me.”

  She blinked, unsure. “Why?”

  “Because this will be your final act of complete submission.”

  She would do this for him. And herself. She’d spent years craving something and now she had it. She had Jared. A kind, caring Dominant who made her insane with desire.

  She nodded her consent.

  Lydia sat in a corner chair, her slave at her feet. Tessa threw her a glance and the other woman rewarded her with a small smile. Grateful for the encouragement, Tessa smiled back. Maybe Lydia wasn’t as much of a bitch as she’d originally thought.

  “I want you to climb on the bed and kneel on all fours. Stick your ass out.”

  Jared’s voice dragged her away from her thoughts. She did as he commanded. Sticking out her ass for an audience made her feel vulnerable. Heat flushed her face, yet her body burned. Her nipples tightened, beaded into tight pearls. Her clit swelled.

  She locked eyes with Lydia. The woman stroked her slave’s hair. Was that anticipation etched on her face?

  Jared caressed her ass cheeks. His fingers kneaded the flesh. His rough touch sent licks of fire burning in her pussy and she let out a small keening sound.

  His fingers dipped inside her pussy, spread her juices around her lips, and she pushed back against his hand.

  “Good girl, Tessa. Already wet for me. Just the way I like you.”

  She was unprepared for the sharp slap that cracked across her ass. Pain lanced through her nerve endings, setting them alight. Her body stiffened. She sucked in a huge gulp of air and held her breath, riding out the pain. When the sting lessened, she exhaled, released her muscles. Pleasure and a dull ache replaced the hurt.

  A wooden hairbrush came into her view.

  “This is what I’m using, Tessa. A plain old hairbrush. Every time you brush your hair, I want you to think of me. I want you to imagine me doing this, spanking your tight little ass. I want you to touch your clit, rub your pussy and get nice and wet for me. Every time, Tessa. Every time.”

  She nodded. Jared moved behind her again and rained blow after blow on her delicate skin.

  Her mind blanked. Her pussy pulsed with every smack.

  Crack. Crack. Crack.

  She wanted him to stop. She never wanted to him to stop. Emotions raged, warred. Her body burned with need. All that mattered was the sharp sting of wood on her ass. She rode the pain, her body flooded with adrenaline and endorphins. Her mind floated, caught up in the sensation. All her thought processes vanished.

  She wasn’t Tessa, just a conduit for pleasure. A thing to be used any way her Master saw fit.

  His fingers on her skin, soothing the fire. Rubbing something cooling onto her ass. She gasped, blinked, inhaled.

  Lydia licked her lips and tightened her hand in her slave’s hair. “Beautiful.”

  Was she talking about the man at her feet? Or her?

  She didn’t care. She was Tessa Connolly. Sex therapist. Submissive. She wanted to cry, to sing with joy.

  Ahhh. Subspace. She’d read about this.

  Jared’s hand touched her pussy, gently caressed the lips. He avoided her clit, which made Tessa moan with frustration. His erotic ministrations were rewarded with a rush of cream. She teetered on the edge. Her clit throbbed. She needed relief, needed him to soothe the hardened bud like he had her burning ass.

  “Please, Master. Please, I’m begging you.”

  His fingertip worried her clit, hard and fast. She squeezed her eyes closed and concentrated, focused on the tingling sensation between her thighs.

  “Come, Tessa. Come.”

  Three words were all it took. His rough, commanding voice telling her to come tightened her pussy and pushed her over the edge. She rode the orgasm. Shudders racked her body. Her arms gave way and she collapsed onto the bed, mind and body numb.

  “Good girl. You’re my good girl.” The bed dipped as Jared climbed up beside her. He wrapped her body in his and placed gentle kisses on her forehead.

  His words soothed her soul and she smiled. All her fears had been pushed aside. She was a submissive. She was his.

  “Jared, great to see you again. And what do we have here? You found a little something to whet your appetite again?”

 
Tessa looked up into the eyes of a dark-haired man. His smile wasn’t sexy, it looked predatory. After the spanking session, Jared had taken her back downstairs to the party. Looking at this man, she wished he hadn’t.

  “Nick, good to see you again.” From the forced joviality of Jared’s tone, Tessa doubted this was true.

  “We were beginning to think you’d given up the scene for good. What’s it been, almost a year?”

  Jared nodded. “Sure has.”

  Nick’s gaze swung to Tessa’s breasts. His tongue snaked out to touch his upper lip, making her cringe. “Always the best for you. Although, would you be willing to share this one like the last? I remember how she squealed and begged for more when I fucked her.”

  Tessa’s heart sank. Jared had shared his last partner? Was this a regular occurrence? Her mind ran through his earlier comments. She was supposed to do everything he asked. He wouldn’t ask her to have sex with this man, would he?

  “She looks like a fiery thing. What say we teach her what BDSM is really about?” Nick ran his hand across her shoulder, down her arm.

  Tessa flinched.

  “What say you loan her out to me for the evening, like you used to? Huh, Jared? What do you say, do we have a deal?”

  Nick’s words floored her. Waves of nausea rolled through her. She looked at Jared, willing him to speak. His silence made panic bubble to the surface. Why wasn’t he telling this asshole where to go?

  Deals. Arrangements. Had Jared been grooming her for this? For some double-time fuck with his friend? Hurt and outrage overwhelmed Tessa as she waited for Jared’s reply. He’d humiliated her, just like her fiancé.

  She looked at Jared. He refused to meet her gaze. He looked guilty.

  When Jared failed to tell Nick a flat-out no, Tessa had her answer. He’d planned this, planned exactly what she’d always feared. How could she have been so stupid? Her heart broke.

  Tears prickled at the back of her eyes but she refused to let them flow. She refused to let the bastard know she cared. She’d been so damn stupid, thinking this arrangement could work out between them. He’d used her and she’d fallen for it. Her desires had clouded her judgment. She’d allowed submission to get in the way of her common sense. Stupid.