Page 23 of Hard Discipline

“Like I said.” His hips thrust up, his cock sliding deeper before pulling back. “I don’t care.” Another thrust, the slide of his dick pushing me implacably higher and higher.

I’m moaning helplessly now, trying again to hold back the orgasm, but I can’t, not with the way he’s playing with my clit and constant drive of his cock. Holding back this orgasm is just as impossible as trying to hold back the last. I feel as if I’m trying to hold back a hurricane with only my bare hands.

I put my head back, opening my mouth to scream, but he’s tilting my head back and covering my lips with his, taking the scream from my throat as the orgasm smashes me apart and drowns me, leaving me with nothing to hold onto except for him.

12

Gideon

I’ve got my hand around her throat, her pulse beating frantically against my palm, her pussy clenching around my cock as she screams into my mouth. She’s coming again, as I made sure she would— never mind my orders— shaking and shaking against me, which only adds to burn of hunger in my blood.

Subs give me their trust all the time, so her surrendering to me the way she just did shouldn’t make me even hotter for her. But it did and I am. I felt her fear the moment I put my hand around her throat and she tensed up. And I knew it wasn’t the delicious fear of a sub anticipating what she’d get from Dom, but something far colder and more real.

I’d been annoyed that she’d noticed my tension during the aftercare, but in that moment I’d shoved aside my temper, because her fear was a serious issue and it needed to be addressed. I knew it could only be about the attack and that Ihad to get the truth from her before we went any further, so I commanded her to tell me. Which she did, without hesitation.

Hearing about it did not help my temper, but as with anything that happens during a scene, I pushed my own emotions aside. She needed reassurance from me, that was clear, as was the fact that she still didn’t trust me, not fully.

I’m the Dom, I’m in charge, so when a sub needs reassurance, that’s what I give. But she needed more than empty words — I could hear the notes of anger and self-loathing in her voice — so I told her what was true. That her strength and courage were still there, that he hadn’t taken them away from her. That she’d always had them otherwise she wouldn’t be here. As soon as I’d told her that, I realized that not only did the Master mean it, the man did too. I should have pulled away then, put some distance between us because the man and the Master are two different people to me, except I didn’t. I couldn’t. It would hurt her and she didn’t need to be hurt any more than she already had been.

Instead, I leaned into it, getting that last shred of trust from her, and when she finally surrendered to me— surrendered completely— I felt the pleasure and triumph of it in my chest, in my head, in my blood, in my cock. Every-fucking-where. And I was desperate in a way I’ve never been before. So desperate to be inside her, I couldn’t wait.

And I can always wait. Always. Desire has never gotten the better of me before so why a sub finally giving me the ultimate gift of her trust got the better of me tonight, I have no fucking idea.

Perhaps it was giving her that orgasm with the clamps, after she was so goddamn brave with it. Or maybe it was that kiss I gave her as she came, tasting so fucking delicious, her mouth hot and sweet and her scream of release when she came an added bite. Perhaps it was picking up her shuddering body and takingher to the couch, wrapping her in a blanket, and holding her until she quietened. It couldn’t have been the aftercare, because I dislike it intensely. That’s not because of the subs, it’s because of how it reminds me of caring for Gabrielle in those last few weeks and the emotional agony of not being able to make her better.

You know why you couldn’t wait.

I shove that thought away, back into the darkness it came from, concentrating instead on the feel of her pussy hot and wet around my cock. I haven’t fucked a sub in a while, that’s probably why she’s brought me to a knife-edge, nothing more.

Her mouth is hot beneath mine and she tastes of apples, tart and sweet.

I’m going to have to punish her for coming twice in a row against my express permission, and knowing that adds more spice to the heat already climbing inside me. She’s still convulsing in my grip, but I don’t let up, thrusting deep and hard inside her tight little cunt until my own orgasm explodes in my head like fucking firework. It makes me growl into her mouth, nipping and biting at her bottom lip as I come.

It takes me far longer than it should to recover, and for at least a couple of minutes all I’m aware of is the tremble of her body against mine and her frantic breathing. Then my Master’s instinct kicks in and I pull out of her, turning her so I can check she’s okay, that I haven’t hurt her.

Her cheeks are flushed and wet with tears, her mascara has run, and she looks utterly ravaged. She’s beautiful, especially with the red marks of my fingers on the pale skin of her throat. She’s breathing easily, though. I run my hand gently over her, conducting a visual check on her nipples and clit to make sure she’s not still hurting, but apart from another convulsive shiver, everything looks good and she doesn’t seem to be in any pain.

She’s gone lax against me, her lashes fluttering closed. She looks young and vulnerable, and the fact that she’s lying against me so trustingly makes something in my chest tighten. She’s new and untried, and perhaps I should have been more mindful of her.

You didn’t use a fucking condom either.

Ah, Christ. I didn’t.

I wrap her in the blanket again and settle her on the couch, then leave the room, heading for the bathroom on this level. The lights flick on automatically as I enter and go over to the vanity. I run some water into the basin and splash it on my face, trying to clear my fucking head, then I grip the sides of the basin and stare at my reflection in the mirror.

I didn’t use a condom and Ialwaysuse a condom. It’s not that pregnancy or an STD is an issue — everyone who uses The Club app has regular doctor’s checkups and birth control is mandatory. It’s mainly so that anyone who wants to go bareback can without fuss, but that’s not a kink of mine. There’s an element of control and distance with a condom, and I prefer that. I’ve never, everforgottenone. Until now.

The man in the mirror stares back, his jaw tight, his gaze hard. This sub is getting under his skin and he doesn’t like it.

Send her home.

I should. But then that would admit that she’s getting to me and that’s a loss of control I can’t tolerate. A sub always has the ultimate control, because the whole point of a scene is their pleasure, and I’ve never had an issue with that. It’s how it should be. But this is different. This feel as if she’s stolen some power from me, some power I didn’t intend to give her, and now I’m not sure I can get it back.

She only has power if you let her take it.

True. In which case I need to get a fucking grip and make sure the Master is fully in command. I do not second-guess myself and I’m not about to start now.

Pushing myself away from the basin, I gather a few soft cloths and run them under the warm water before squeezing them out. Then I go back into the living area and over to the couch.

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