Dick Does Jane Page 5

  She didn’t know what she needed.

  Yes, she did. She needed to come. She needed it in any way he chose to give it to her.

  He pulled her arm straight out to the side and summarily cuffed her wrist in a manacle that had been hidden beneath the edge. Rounding the bench, he stretched out her other arm and immobilized it as well.

  She was completely at his mercy.

  “Jane,” Dick said, tapping his fingers gently between her shoulder blades, “can you hear me? Jane,” he repeated when she didn’t reply.

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered, and he knew she was sinking into a place inside herself. He couldn’t have that. Not yet. He needed to set some groundwork before they moved further, because once they started, they’d move at freight-train speed. This moment had been building for months.

  “Jane,” he started, using her name as a touchstone to draw her attention. “Are you scared?”

  “A little,” she admitted.

  “Are you scared of me?” he asked.

  “A little,” she said again. “I…I don’t know this part of you.”

  “You know me. Outside of sex, you know my likes and dislikes. You know where I stand on issues. You know how I spend my time. But, now, know this. I will never harm you. I will always see to your wellbeing. I will always take care of you. And I will never let anyone else treat you poorly.”

  “Thank you, Sir,” she said. Her voice sounded stronger. Good. She believed him. It was a giant step in the direction of trust.

  “Sometimes, I’ll discipline you,” he told her. “It’s what I like—how I am—and what you need. You need that, don’t you, Jane? You need to feel my control over you. Don’t you?”

  “Yes…” she hissed, and he even didn’t care whether she called him Sir or not.

  “Tell me what you want, sweetness,” he ordered, his cock hard at her submission and obvious need.

  “You,” she replied. “I need you to…I need you to spank me. I want it so much… Then…I-I need you to fuck me. Hard. Please…please, Sir.”

  He wanted in her so bad, he wasn’t sure he’d make it through this quick paddling. But he’d promised punishment and she’d get it. He’d trained to be a Dom and to control his emotions and body. This was the first time he’d come this close to losing it.

  Taking up the paddle, he ran his thumb over the handle and adjusted his grip.”I bet you like being naughty.”

  “A little bit,” she admitted. “I like getting spanked.”

  “You’ve been with men who spank you?” he asked, jealousy rearing its head. He knew she wasn’t a virgin, but he didn’t want to hear about other men dominating her.

  “Um…well…no,” she told him.

  His brow furrowed. “Your parents spanked you?”

  “Well, no…”

  He couldn’t help grinning at knowing he’d be the first. He’d have to be careful, though. “So how do you know you like it?”

  “I’m guessing.”

  Guessing…? Shaking his head, he tapped her ass lightly with the paddle and was rewarded with a near full-body shiver as she reacted to the touch.

  “Your safe word is apple,” he told her. “Repeat it, please.”

  “Apple, Sir,” she gasped, her breathing increasing.

  “You know when to say it?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good.” He knelt beside her. Drawing back, he lifted the paddle then brought it down with a resounding crack on her rounded ass. She cried out, her body jerking. Her head lifted and her fingers curled, but she didn’t beg him to stop. She didn’t say the word that would stop him.

  Again he brought the smooth wood down on her, this time slightly higher than the first pink stripe coloring her skin.

  Fire! Her ass was on fire, but there was no way Jane was stopping him. She whimpered as the third strike landed square on her ass. Fingers of heat threaded out from the abused flesh, creeping out into her lower back and down into her pussy and thighs. The jolts fed her arousal, and she gasped as tension took hold of her pussy, sending tiny spasms along the walls.

  She panted, sinking into herself and the pleasure/pain filling her body. How had she ever doubted Dick? This was perfect, exactly what she wanted, and she’d almost thrown it away.

  His fingers threaded into her hair, pulling back her head as he continued the paddling. Tears rolled down her cheeks. It was so much sensation, more than she’d ever experienced. It was as if a dam was bulging inside her, threatening to crack and flood free.

  “Oh God!” she screamed as the first strands of climax overtook her. But he’d said she couldn’t. She didn’t know if she could stop it. Her nails dug into her palms as she bucked.

  “Let it happen,” he ordered. The paddle smacked one more time, and Jane shrieked, her being tumbling over into an orgasm unlike any she’d before experienced. It throbbed on and on, surging along her limbs as she tossed her head from side to side.

  In the midst of it, she felt Dick behind her, and his cock shoved deep into her convulsing passage.

  “Oh God!” she wailed again as he bent over her. His arm snaked beneath her, lifting her into the position he wanted while his cock pistoned in and out and he kissed her neck.

  “Yes, take me,” he growled. “You want my cock in you? You like my dick claiming you and making you mine?”

  “Yes,” she cried. “Yes!”

  “You’re mine, Jane. You belong to me.”

  Tears flooded her eyes and she pressed her face to the bench as she nodded. Finally, for the first time in her life, she belonged. And it was to the most stunning man she’d ever met.

  Suddenly, his perfect teeth sank into her shoulder and she screamed again, tremors racking her body at the primal, animalism gripping them.

  He was the alpha, and she was his.

  Chapter Five

  “What’s this?” Dick asked.

  Jane turned her head slowly to see what he was looking at. Her head was still muzzy from the climaxes that had taken her in the playroom. Afterward, he’d unfastened all the restraints then carried her into his bedroom. He’d placed her on the bed, then proceeded to rub soothing lotion into her ass and the places where the cuffs had held her ankles and wrists.

  His thumb ran along a faint line on her arm then moved to another nearby. No…

  Embarrassed, she tried to yank her arm away. No, not now. Not when she’d just found perhaps one of the most satisfying releases she’d ever encountered.

  “Jane, stop.”

  Pressing her lips together, she stilled but couldn’t stop the choppy breaths welling up inside her.

  “You used to cut,” he said flatly. No surprise. No condemnation. Just matter-of-fact. “You marked ‘no blood’ on your questionnaire.”

  “I don’t cut anymore.”

  “Counseling?” he asked.

  “Quite a bit while I was in college. By my junior year, I couldn’t face a test without it.” It had been her only way to release tension. Eventually, during counseling, she’d started substituting rough sex. She’d never told her therapist what she was doing, but the woman had to have suspected something. She’d probed, asking leading questions, but even more ashamed of her new bent, Jane had never told her. But none of the men she’d sought provided what Dick could. Spanking, paddling…even tying her up, they’d been halfhearted at best. A “love tap” couldn’t be called a spanking by any stretch, and they just wanted quick, nasty fucks.

  She had always been left wanting for the real thing—for real release and real BDSM.

  Dick shook his head ever so slightly and terror seared down to her soul. He was going to reject her. This was it. He couldn’t be involved with a cutter. He was a freaking doctor, after all.

  “And now?” he prodded.

  “Now, if I want to release tension, I make myself come.” Her face flamed with the admission, but hell, he’d told her that he expected truth. Shaking her head, she looked away. “I should go.”

  Better to leave willingly before
he kicked her out.

  Pulling free of his loose grip, she rolled from the bed and headed for the chair where she’d left her dress. He’d removed her bra, garter belt and stockings when they’d gotten in here and had tossed them on top of her other clothing. God knew where her shoes were.

  Tears pricked her eyes as she heard the bed shift under his weight. He moved silently behind her then his hands settled on her shoulders.

  “Where are you going?”

  She shrugged. “Home.”

  “Why?”

  “Why would you want me to stay?”

  He turned her around. Slipping his hands around her waist, he pulled her close. His hand cupped her cheek. “Because you’re mine,” he told her. “I promised you I wouldn’t treat you badly, and I wouldn’t let anyone else either. Including you.” His thumb stroked over her cheekbone. “You are mine, Jane.”

  She bit her quivering lip, her heart lurching under his tender, possessive gaze.

  “Stay,” he murmured. He leaned forward and brushed his lips over her damp eyelids. “Stay. Come back to bed and let me show you how I love you.”

  Her gaze snapped to his. Love?

  He grinned, lopsidedly. “Don’t tell me you didn’t know. I was such a sap…”

  “Dick,” she sniffed. She buried her face in the center of his chest and hugged him as tightly as she could.

  “Oh, baby,” he murmured. His chin rested on the top of her head as he cradled her. Suddenly, her world shifted as he lifted her and took her back to bed. He settled her in the middle then crawled over her. She gazed up at him, happiness filling her as he knelt on all fours, his arms and legs caging her body.

  Lifting her arm, he pressed his lips to the highest scar, midway along the inside of the limb, inches from her shoulder. Slowly, he kissed her, darting out his tongue now and again, until she was squirming beneath him. She needed to feel more of him. All at once, his teeth sank into her and she screeched in surprise. She gasped when he didn’t immediately let up and sweet pain listed along her skin.

  Holy crap!

  Slowly, he released her then ever so gently laved the spot.

  “Don’t ever cut again. If you need release, you tell me. Okay?”

  She bit her lip and nodded. Was it possible he accepted her? Or was this too good to be true?

  “I need you,” she told him. Raising both arms above her head and resting them on the pillow, she opened herself to him, offering anything he wanted.

  Understanding, he caught her wrists in his large fist. Her brow furrowed as he fished around at the headboard. Then she heard a faint rattle and tilted her head to look. He had two leather cuffs attached to the bed. With a smile, she offered her arms, and he fastened the restraints around her.

  Jane sighed contentedly. The short chain restricted her range of motion, but her arms weren’t held stationary. She arched languidly beneath him.

  “Hedonist,” he accused good-naturedly just before he lowered his head. His lips captured her nipple, sucking hard. She gasped as the sensation tugged at her core, and her pussy liquefied. The chain holding her arms in place rattled as she tried to press into him for more.

  “No…you’re my slave,” he murmured. “We go at my pace.”

  His teeth scraped over her areola, and she whined. “Please…Sir…”

  He lifted his head and chuckled. “Now, you remember what to call me?”

  She grinned. “Yes, Sir.”

  Dick rewarded her with a nip at her opposite nipple, and she shivered. Encouraged by her reaction, he set about torturing her—at least, that was how she saw it. Starting at her neck, he kissed down the length of her body, skirting her cunt, as he tasted every bit of her. He paid particular attention to some of her most sensitive places…the inside of her elbows, the underside of her breasts, the back of her knees, her insteps. Her toes curled as he ran his tongue along the curve of her foot then up to her ankle while his thumb caressed back and forth just below her toes.

  “Please,” she begged, though truth be told she’d probably said it a hundred times while he’d explored her. He’d ignored her every time. Now, she was one giant nerve ending about to spark into oblivion. She needed him. Immediately!

  Dick planted her ankles far apart and bent her knees.

  “Don’t move,” he instructed.

  If it got her what she wanted, she’d be glue!

  And then he shifted between her thighs. She fought the urge to move as he parted her with his thumbs and dipped his head to her pussy. His tongue made a long swath along her folds.

  “No…” Torture. Pure torture and he was proving he wasn’t just a Dom, he was a Master.

  Her moan of pleasure sounded low and long as he continued lapping away her cream. His hand flattened on her belly to keep her still, and she realized she’d been rocking up into his mouth.

  “Mmm…all mine,” he growled.

  Yes…

  She reached for him as he moved up her body but was frustrated by the cuffs that hampered her movement. She wanted to touch him, but it upped her arousal that she was essentially at his mercy. It filled her with a strange sense of peace to have everything taken from her hands. Dick called the shots and saw to her pleasure. She had only to receive.

  If only she didn’t have to wait so long.

  Reaching to the bed stand, he grabbed a condom packet and quickly took care of sliding on the protection. “Don’t move,” he told her when she started to adjust her legs around him.

  With a sigh, Jane put her legs back into position. Nice and open and waiting for him. She bit her lip. Could he see how wet she was, and not from his licking? Her nipples were so hard they ached with her need.

  “Good girl,” he told her. “Today is just about you taking and letting me give you what you need.”

  “But—”

  He pressed his finger to her mouth, and she tasted herself on his skin. The heady scent of him mixed with her turned her on.

  “You will see to my needs on other days,” he told her. “And if you believe what I’m doing doesn’t satisfy my desires, you’re wrong. Having you beneath me, receiving all the pleasure I give and submitting is very fulfilling.” He kissed her neck, nipping at her pulse point, then nuzzled up to her ear. “Being a Dom is about more than tying you up and spanking you or having you kneel before me and serve me. It’s not all about the equipment and toys. It’s about your submission to me and my command over you and what you need.”

  Jane stared at him, feeling herself cascade onto another plane of understanding. It was another world of existence where everything she’d thought she knew morphed into something different.

  Her punished ass skidded a little on the blanket as he pushed inside her so fast it stole her air. When he grasped one of those sore cheeks, she moaned, her body clenching around him. How had she ever thought him boring? To think she could have had this…

  “You like the pain,” he observed. She knew what he was saying without saying it. She’d read enough to know there were other names for subs like her. Normally, she’d be offended by the language, but as he fucked her hard, she wanted it.

  “Say it,” she begged. “Just say it. Please…”

  Her hips jerked up into him, and he smacked her ass.

  “Pain slut,” he ground out. His palm slapped onto the same spot again. Jane flinched, but shivered at the fiery sensation that spread from the spot. The tension in her middle grew so tight, she feared the explosion that would ensue when it finally flew free. Her face squinched up as she both reveled in and fought it.

  Dick reached between them and pinched her nipple. His fingers worked over the tip while her cunt quivered around him on the brink of oblivion.

  She couldn’t hold out. “May I come?” she gasped.

  “Ask nicely,” he replied, never slowing in his thrusts. A trickle of sweat rolled between his pecs, and she longed to press her lips to it. Her wrists pulled futilely at her bindings, drawing her frustrated moan.

  “Please,�
�� she begged, unsure she could stave off the tiny ripples in her pussy as they threatened to grow beyond her control.

  “Not. Nice. Enough.” His hand swatted the same sensitive spot, and she writhed. Her eyes squeezed shut.

  “Sir,” she breathed.

  “Yes. Come, Jane. Now.”

  Immediately, her climax flew beyond her control. She screamed her release, arching beneath him. All the while, Dick clapped his hand onto her behind. Each strike spiked pleasure deep into her core. It built and detonated like a fireworks finale, explosions piling one upon the other until everything was out of control. She couldn’t see as the orgasm powered through her.

  Wild mindlessness stole her. When she finally regained her senses, Dick was murmuring to her. His hands smoothed over her body as he slowly moved in and out of her. The tension in his face told her he hadn’t yet come, and she wondered at his amazing control. Even now, her pussy was clenching around him, milking that iron-like cock.

  “Back with me?” he asked.

  Wordlessly, she nodded.

  He nodded. “Wrap your legs around me, and hold on.”

  His solid hips between her thighs anchored her as he started deep digs with his cock. Her eyes rolled back as the rod scraped across her g-spot.

  “Stay with me,” he demanded. “Look at me.”

  Reluctantly, she refocused and stared into his blue-eyed gaze. It captured her and held her, and she knew he was fully claiming her. Everything before this had been words and precursor. This was him taking full ownership of her. Making her…his slave. Just…his.

  His gaze glinted, and she knew he saw her recognition of his Mastery. Just as quickly, his face crumpled. Heat filled her as he came, his hands tightening hard onto her, and she suspected she’d have welcomed bruise marks in the morning. Immediately, her climax responded to him, though much smaller than the last. Slowly, they rode the waves until he settled heavily over her. She took his weight as her right.

  Sex with Dick was more than she’d ever dreamed it could be—with any man. They laid there in near-silence, neither moving though Dick adjusted his weight and she mewled a protest. He kissed her over and over, sending beads of warm, content pleasure rolling through her. Quietly, without comment, he released her wrists one at a time. His brow furrowed as he looked at them. His lips pressed to the slightly abraded skin.