He thrust his fingers a little faster, and he felt the increasing moisture across his skin, and also heard the hitch of her breath. For two months he had studied Kenzie come under the hands of many Doms, and he’d seen the intensity on her face. But with him, her climax was building slowly and seductively, and Porter was enjoying it.
This was a more honest response.
When she began to gasp and tremble, he hastily removed his fingers. She outright shook herself, as if her body was confused by what he’d done—not used to being refused an orgasm. Porter paused, waiting for her to lash out at him, but she never said a word.
Surprised by her, he shook the flogger on her bottom, tickling her anus. Her loud gasp and how she arched her bottom higher pleased him. He approved enough that he reached for his belt and unbuckled it with one hand.
He had desired her for weeks now, and he wouldn’t wait any longer. Continuing to tease her puckered hole with the feathers, he removed his jeans and boxer briefs. He inched her forward and joined her on the table. His knees pressed against the hard wood as he positioned himself behind her. So lost in pleasure, he wondered if she’d even noticed him.
He held his heavy erection in his hand and ran the tip over her slit. Her head snapped up and she gave a
moan filled with desperation. His cock throbbed as he teased her slit with his bare penis, as using a condom was not a hard limit for Kenzie. Her agreement stated that she had an IUD. And Dmitri enforced high standards in the club. Members were tested regularly for STDs, including HIV, and it pleased Porter that she didn’t request condoms. Feeling Kenzie’s soaked cunt from his gentle touch fed the Dominant part of his soul.
She started shaking, so he pressed his cock farther against her tight heat and slowly entered her. Her cunt stretched to take him all in, and he kept the feathers tickling her ass as he moved in, inch by inch, until she took all of him. He leaned down over her and kissed her shoulder, feeling it damp with sweat.
She tasted salty. She tasted sweet. She tasted like perfection.
He shifted his hip gently, slowly in and out, and he felt and appreciated all of her. She moaned with each thrust as her arousal spread across him. He reveled in how her lower lips hugged him. Not greedy, as if demanding him, but like he belonged right there inside her, fitting so perfectly and leaving no space between them.
She didn’t arch into him as he dragged his fingernails gently over her back, which was what he expected from her—taking all he gave in the manner that she wanted. No, she stayed perfectly still in the spot he’d put her in.
Perfect, kitten.
His grunts deepened as pleasure blazed across him. Her heart-shaped ass was damn sexy, and he enjoyed the way his body looked against hers. The contrast between her pale skin and his tanned flesh was a sight he could soak in for hours. An odd sense of possession made him give a hard thrust, and she screamed, her pussy gripping him tightly, making him soften his movements. That was not the type of orgasm he wanted from her. That was not how he wanted to end their scene. He wanted this woman to succumb.
Only for him.
There was something very special in that thought, and he found himself caught up in it. Now that he saw her without the barriers she’d put up, and in this new light—he knew he’d need more. He dragged his fingernails over her back, softly, never giving her the firm touches she was used to, touching her differently from what she was accustomed to, from what she demanded. Showing her he wouldn’t tolerate her impertinence.
This woman was the only one who would receive pleasure from him. This woman was special and deserved to be adored. Yet he knew even that wasn’t enough. He couldn’t take from her like others had. In fact, he realized he didn’t want to be like any other Dom. He wanted her to see him differently, too.
She began to pant, and her inner muscles went into strong convulsions around his shaft, and his cock ached to blow. He gritted his teeth, fighting off his climax. No matter that he wanted to stay right there deep inside her, he slowly withdrew and paused for her to lash out at him.
She remained silent. Her head was bowed to the table, and her lax body told him she wasn’t greedy for her orgasm. It appeared she was grateful for the pleasure. Confusion carried through his mind as he hopped off the table, and as he dressed he turned to the crowd, watching for their reaction. Club Sin Masters Kyler, Sawyer, and Aidan all looked on with surprise. Submissives Ella and Cora both seemed equally astonished.
Porter fastened his belt, focusing directly on Dmitri. His friend’s eyes were fixed on Kenzie before Dmitri shrugged with a puzzled expression. Porter nodded agreement, in full understanding. Of all the things he had expected tonight, Kenzie submitting to him wasn’t one of them. Everyone, plus himself, expected a battle of wills and a fight for power. Not an unusually quiet Kenzie, demanding nothing at all.
He moved in front of her, tucking a finger under her chin. Her eyes lifted to his and they were dazed…cloudy almost, confused even. To garner her focus, he pinched her chin. When her expression became more focused on him, he slid his touch over her soft cheek. “If you don’t come, neither do I.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
The way she said sir with such a sweet voice raised his brows. As a Dom, he always knew his next steps, but this little submissive completely stumped him now. While he had suspected intimacy would gain her submission, no part of him had expected her to surrender so easily. He cupped her face, brushing his thumb over her freckled cheeks, and she leaned in to him. Something so pure and sweet passed in the air between them, and he sensed that same level of protection for her. Whatever she was hiding from was nowhere in sight.
It wove a wicked spell around him.
Though he couldn’t help but wonder if this woman that his soul reached for would remain. He continued to stroke her face, giving her a moment to push past the pleasure and allow her mind to clear. As the fog slowly lifted from her eyes, he leaned down and pressed his mouth against hers. She followed the swirling of his tongue and her lips were tender, but firm enough that it made him feel as if she never wanted him to back away.
Her mouth suddenly tightened, so he leaned away. He noticed her wide eyes, staring right at him. No fog rested there any longer. Disappointment washed through him. Soft, beautiful, Kenzie didn’t look at him any longer. The troublemaker did.
And she was pissed.
He sighed. “Going back to this, are we?”
She scowled at him, insecurity resting so very deep in her eyes. “I don’t pretend to know what you’re talking about, sir.”
The snappy way she responded had him shaking his head. A hundred things went through his mind about what to say to her. Near desperation cut through him to prove that she submitted to him and there was something special between them, but he didn’t doubt she’d refuse his statement.
Confusion raced through him. There had to be an underlying reason why Kenzie acted the way she did and was determined to keep him out, when deep down it appeared she was so desperate to let it all go. He intended to find out exactly what that was. And fortunately, he had a month to do it.