Chapter Three

Perfectly in control, Vaughn pushed away from the wall and crossed to her. “I never said I was done. You’re making assumptions. Subs who forget their place are dealt with accordingly.”

“That’s the second time you’ve threatened me. I don’t like it.”

She was a law enforcement officer, used to dealing with unruly suspects. For her, comfort came in confrontation. Fine. He could play that game. “Believe me, sub, I don’t make idle threats. If you truly had a problem with how I’m conducting the scene, you would have pulled your safe word and left. You have an issue with control. You can’t leave your duty behind even when you submit for someone.”

“I beg to differ.”

“Really? I’m interested to hear how you do beg.” He snatched the cuffs off the floor, and clamped a firm hand against her nape. She squeaked as he pushed her to a long, waist high cage. He spun her, pushing her down onto the top of the cage so those gorgeous tits were pointing toward the ceiling.

He’d planned to bend her over the iron horse in the corner and slowly take her from behind. But it was too impersonal. Too easy. She’d want that disconnection. Full of spirit normally praised under different circumstances, her attitude showed how many problems she truly had with authority. How much she kept internalized. She enjoyed submission on her terms. By her standards.

He closed his hand around her ankle as she kicked out.

Feisty.

Normally he didn’t like his subs this spirited, but something about her made him want to explore further. Right now, however, she needed to learn her place. Time to change the playing field again.

“Everyone out.” The order caused a chorus of protests which were quickly smothered when he glared over his shoulder. Merc stood, cradling his sub as he disappeared through the doorway. Back down to the lower levels, no doubt. Vaughn didn’t care, just as long as they weren’t around.

Bales remained behind the counter.

Vaughn snarled. “Out. Now.”

After the club emptied, he turned his attention back to Selene. Her eyes were closed and she was inhaling and exhaling in long, measured breaths. Her color was flushed. A sheen of perspiration shined on her forehead. No doubt she was still aroused, and was fighting it. Just as much as she was fighting him.

He’d been tempted to flog her to orgasm.

Someday, he would.

He clamped the cuffs back into place around her wrists. And watched as the glow flared bright red as the locks engaged. Her body began to tremble, her breathing even more erratic.

There it is. There you are.

The crack in her armor he’d been seeking.

She needed a Dom to take total control.

Cuffing her. Collaring her. Stringing her up in the center of the club. None of those things were enough. He needed to possess her with everything he was. To take her over body, mind, and spirit. When she trusted him fully, he would explore how subservient she truly was. How deeply her need to give over total control went.

Since they were close to his safe again, he tapped the wall. When the door popped open, he pulled out a few lengths of fabric. He closed the safe absently as he dropped a few pieces next to her hip and moved around to her head.

Bypassing the impulse cuff on her wrist, he fastened the strap an inch higher, catching the wire bars of the cage as he secured it. He repeated the knot on the other side. She continued to breathe as he ran his finger under the fabric to make sure he hadn’t cut off her circulation.

Satisfied, he stepped to the foot of the cage and picked up the thicker, longer straps. With one hand he pushed her foot so it nearly met her bottom. With the other he fastened the robust strap around her shin and upper thigh. As with her wrist, he checked to ensure the blood flow remained at the normal healthy level.

Gaze on her, he knelt and reached into the cage to pull up two lengths of heavy duty chain.

Her body trembled at the sound. The glow intensified.

I know exactly what you need now, kitten, don’t I?

Delighted by her surrender, he fastened the hook on the end of the chain to the side of the strap at her thigh. He twisted the crank Faris had brought back from Earth, watching as the pulley system spread her legs. Several turns of the old, worn handle and she lay completely open for him. All her pretty pink flesh on beautiful display.

Gorgeous.

As he gazed down at her, he mulled over the idea of retrieving the flogger. She’d obviously gotten off on it. But his hands were itching to get on her. He wanted to continue to make this as personal as possible so she didn’t try to distance herself from him again. Yes, the submissive ultimately held control with the safe word, but their control ended there. She was too restrictive, too tied up in knots to truly understand the experience of submission. It was a wonder she’d gotten as far as she had by pretending.

He doubted she even knew what subspace was. He intended to show her. But not tonight. Right now, he wanted her alert and aware of everything. When he set his hand on her stomach, she tensed. The tension rippling under his hand told him she hadn’t relaxed entirely.

“Tell me why oral isn’t indicated as any sort of limit. Why didn’t you mark it?” He gave her time to answer, keeping his hand in place between her ribs as her heart rate increased.

“I’m not fond of it. It doesn’t...bring me pleasure.”

Red glared brighter.

Liar.

“Then, kitten, you just haven’t been shown correctly.” Her heart gave a hard thump under his palm. Shame none of the other Doms at Tawse had even tried to push the issue with her. They may have never bothered, which meant he’d have to mention it to Miranda in the future. As employees of the club, they had a job to perform. Members to entertain. Educate.

But in this instance, their loss was his gain.

He bent, pressing a kiss to her navel. Taking his time, he used his lips, teeth, and tongue to slowly work his way down her abdomen. His chest pressed against the metal cage as he lowered himself to his knees.

“No. Stop. I don’t want you to do this.”

Her breathing quickened.

The glow flared even brighter.

He paused to give her time to pull out her safe word. When it didn’t come, he drew his hands along her thighs and parted her pussy lips. Again, he paused, waiting to hear a formal protest. She may not think she found pleasure when a man used his mouth on her, but her silence meant she was curious enough to allow him to continue.

This close he could see her clit, unhooded and ready for his attention. The deep, flush color of her pussy matched the shade of the collar and cuffs. The succulent aroma of her desire surrounded him.

“You are so ready for me to taste you.”

She whimpered.

She had no idea how much he enjoyed eating pussy. He knew more than a few Doms who cringed at the thought of going down on a woman. Which left more for him. There was something to be said about savoring a bound woman, legs spread, and tongue driving into her until she came.

He touched the tip of his tongue below her opening, and slowly dragged upward until he found her clit. He traced her slick folds over and over, drinking her in. Savoring. Each unhurried stroke caused her to squirm even more. When he sucked her clit, abraded it with his teeth, her hands fisted on the chains. Oral sex wouldn’t be off limits for her any longer. Gauging her reaction, he continued to slowly lick and taste her.

When the tension released from her thighs, he applied more pressure to her engorged clit. A soft hiss spilled from her lips. As she relaxed, he paused at the bundle of sensitive nerves and sucked the hard nub between his teeth again. Her body jerked but the quiet groan she gave was an indication she enjoyed it.

Pleased, he wet two fingers. Then he started suckling her again until her hips moved as her body sought more. As she did, he pushed a slickened finger through her swollen labia and inside her. Instead of the expected reaction where she tensed, her legs went lax in the straps. She arched, pulling his finger further inside. The sweet, sultry sound of her moan wrapped around the base of his cock. Constricted his balls.

The impulse collar and cuffs glowed brightly, illuminating the area to bathe them both in the red light.

He quickened his movements to drive her higher to the ridge. Though her muscles tightened around his fingers, he pulled out and added another finger. As he pushed inside her, a muttered curse spilled from her mouth and he felt the orgasm’s edge. He made a mental note to show her just what sort of wondrous things her body was capable of, how much she could take, should she choose to allow him to dominate her again. Next time they wouldn’t have to deal with this messy business of struggling for who had control.

He turned his hand, pressing his thumb against her clit as he drove three fingers inside her. The sensation finally overwhelmed her enough to allow the orgasm to rush free. Her inner muscles clenched and loosened, milking his fingers as her body began to quiver. He longed to feel how she felt around him when she came. When those final pieces of control finally turned over to him.

Standing, he drew his hands away in order to unfasten the tie on his pants. A whispered sound, barely audible, fueled him to move faster. Smiling at the soft pleas spilling from her lips, he stripped the tie from its lacing and kicked the pants to the side.

He bracketed her hips as he leaned forward, the tip of his cock pushing into her dampness. Trained as he was, even his control faltered as the tight fist of her cunt closed around his shaft. He felt every twitch. Every clench. She felt so damn good. He wanted a longer ride, but she as too primed. Reining in his desire to fuck her good and hard, he pressed a soft kiss to her sweat dampened skin just below the collar.

“Say it again, kitten.”

Without hesitating, she responded. “Please.”

“Close, but not quite. Again.” He shifted his hips, dragging his cock through the scorching heat of her pussy. He felt her swallow, gather a breath. The bands glowed so brightly now, they almost blinded him.

“Sir. Please, Sir. I need....” Her voice trailed off as he drove solidly into her and pinched her clit at the same time. She whimpered as he rocked his pelvis against hers. “Oh, Sir. Please.”

He pulled back, bent his knees slightly, and thrust deep. As she hauled in a breath, he increased his speed. Her body strained away from the bonds he’d secured her with. Her pleas began to flow freely. Music to his ears. Judging by the breathless tone of the words, she was closer than he anticipated and he quickened his pace.

An orgasm crashed into her, vising her muscles tight around him. He continued riding her body, guiding her through another, less powerful climax. His own release built and he used some of her excitement to stack on his, lifting him higher. Just as she relaxed against the cage, he plunged into her with a rapid succession of hard, driving thrusts.

Her body tensed again. She shrieked, a harsh noise saturated with pleasure that rolled through the club. Her emotional armor fell away as she gifted him with the complete submission he’d spent the night building her to. Pleased with her surrender, he finally allowed himself to come in a release so powerful he was sure he saw Sypricon’s three moons.

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Selene woke in Vaughn’s arms, cradled in snug confines that were both gentle and solid. Comforting. “I don’t need—”

“I do.” He tightened his hold. His eyes were still intense, his jaw set as he studied her face. So this is how it feels. Despite her protest, she found herself relaxing against his chest. “Good girl. Do you need a blanket?”

“No, Sir.”

A rumble of soft laughter shook his chest. “I removed the impulse bands. No need for formalities.”

“But—”

He pulled her closer, cradling her despite the sheen of sweat coating their bodies. “I only request submission when you’re wearing them. Unless, high protocol is something you need?” He paused. “You were more responsive when I ordered everyone out of the room and strapped you down. When I forced you to face what you’ve been afraid of.”

Did she need complete and total submission? To be his slave? She’d never considered it before. But now that he’d pointed out her reaction, she found the idea didn’t repulse her. While she didn’t relish the idea of complete servitude, being a sexual slave could be exactly what she’d been seeking all along.

“You don’t need to answer right away, Selene. Just relax and enjoy this.” He passed a soothing hand over her damp hair. She closed her eyes to relish the sensation. Gentle lips pressed against her forehead and his quiet words of comfort settled her. “Let me enjoy you.”

One thing she knew for certain, she’d never been that taken away by a Dom before. Not that the Masters at Tawse failed in any of their methods. But none had ever broken through with as much determination as Master Vaughn. And the unyielding hand had been exactly what she needed. Even if she hadn’t known it at the time.

“So tell me, why did you resist so much?”

“Why were there times when it seemed as if you could care less?” she countered.

His bark of laughter echoed off the walls. “Is that what you thought?” She nodded and lifted her hand to play with the sprinkling of coarse hair on his chest. His voice rumbled in pleasure. A few minutes passed before he finally answered.

“You favor topping from below. You try to muscle control of the situation even though you’re on your knees. Based on what I saw, you never truly let yourself give into the experience because of that. My seeming indifference was to show you I didn’t find the practice acceptable. It won’t happen again.”

The stern tone of the last statement reminded her how much she liked him giving her orders. She nodded and bit her lip. “Yes, Sir.”

That infectious smile brightened his face, crinkled the corners of his eyes. “Ah, maybe you do need more than just someone to put you back in line occasionally. Something we’ll talk about later, when we’ve had time to get better acquainted.” He curved his finger under her chin, lifting her gaze to his. “What will happen in the future is you’ll let me take you without fighting me or trying to wrestle your way up to the top. I won’t hesitate to remind you.”

She blinked in surprise. “Is that an order?”

“Would you like it to be?” Warmth touched his blue eyes.

She settled against him again, content with being cradled and cherished. “Yes, Sir.”