N is for... (Checklist Book 14) by L DuBois (latest novels to read TXT) 📗

while still holding the tit up. She was standing tall, no doubt to alleviate the pull. Her eyes were half closed, lips parted and damp.

Satisfied with his handiwork, he released her breast, giving it a reward pat, before turning his attention to its twin.

This time, he wasn’t so gentle.

Autumn yelped when his teeth bit down. Whimpered when he lifted this breast so he could bite and mark the underside. Whimpered because this time he lifted by the nipple only.

When he was done using his teeth he once more leaned back. He began to roll her nipple against the side of his index finger with his thumb. All while still lifting, the weight of her breast adding pressure to her nipple.

“Sir, please,” Autumn cried out.

“What do you need, pet?” He watched her carefully when he used the word. He’d chosen it because she’d mentioned Master Carter’s 24/7 partner Pet in her confession. The word would have connotations for her, but at the same time, it was also almost an endearment. A—haha—pet name.

“It hurts, Sir.”

“And does my slut like it when it hurts?”

She blinked, then looked down, seeking his gaze. “Do you like hurting me?”

Yes, because I’m a monster.

“It’s my right, my privilege, to give you what you need.” He surprised himself with the intensity of his words. “And you need pain. You need to be pleasured and punished. Not punished for your desires. Punished for the way you treat yourself.” He hadn’t meant to get that deep.

Autumn was looking down at him with a soft hope that made his heart hurt. Made him burn with a need that wasn’t physical.

“You need to be my pet. My slut. My whore.” He enunciated the words, making them hard, but not derogatory.

“Just for you,” she whispered.

Their gazes met and held for a long moment. She looked away first, and he was both disappointed and relieved.

“Arms down,” he commanded.

She shook out her hands as she relaxed her upper body. Her legs stayed spread—not that she had much choice given that she was straddling his knees. She’d wiggled around just enough while he was biting and sucking her tits that the fabric of her thong had worked its way further between her labia. The puffy, slick lips were protruding lewdly on either side of the dark fabric.

He wanted to strip it off her and bury his face between her legs the way he’d done with her breasts. Maybe even bite and suck her pussy, leave her marked down there.

But he couldn’t put his mouth on her vulva, or use his bare fingers to fuck her vagina. That was a level of intimacy outside the scope of this scene.

There were plenty of other things he could, and would, do to her.

He reached between her legs and once more ran his nail over her clit. Her hands fisted at her sides as she threw her head back, thrusting her hips forward.

“Very good, slut.” He patted her pussy affectionately, watching to see how she reacted to the word slut without “my” in front of it.

“Thank you, Sir,” she murmured in the smooth, even tones of a submissive who was deep in their subspace.

“On your knees, legs spread. Sit back on your heels.” He waited for her to drop into the position, her legs splayed on either side of his feet. He carefully raised the toe of one shoe and rubbed it against her pussy.

When he pulled back the leather was damp.

“What a good whore to polish my shoes with your cunt.” He tucked her hair behind her ear, pairing crude words with a tender gesture.

She turned her face into his hand, rubbing her parted lips against his palm. There was no cringing withdrawal or teary eyes.

What Autumn needed was to be used while also being cherished—not one thing followed by the other. With another sub, it might have been harder to offer that level of care, because he would have had to fake it to some degree. Not with Autumn.

Enough feelings shit.

He was in complete agreement with his inner voice.

The flogging he’d given her ass and tits had been gentle, meant to warm her up for what was to come, while also setting the tone for the scene. He wanted to pull her over his lap and spank her ass until she was shrieking in protest, her legs kicking in the air, butt red and tender.

They might get to that. The night was still young, even accounting for the time they’d spent talking behind the building. Maybe he would get to spank her tonight. Maybe he could leave her butt sore and aching to go along with the bite marks on her tits.

Fantasizing about that was not helping his control, and his cock was already so hard that he was pretty sure there would be a zipper imprint on it when he finally took his pants off.

Daniel gripped her gently by the throat, waited until her eyes met his. “Stay like this, pet. I have a few things I’m going to get.”

She nodded, chin bumping his fingers.

“What a good little whore you are.” He rubbed his thumb against her lower lip to soften the words.

“Yes, Sir.”

Daniel rose, grimacing as his cock rubbed against his fucking pants. He swung one leg over her head, and made his way to the Den.

He had some very specific toys in mind. If he found what he was looking for, Autumn’s ass, pussy, and nipples would all soon be throbbing.

And if she was a very good girl he might even let her come.

Chapter 11

Pet.

Slut.

Whore.

The words created a tight knot in her stomach. One that hadn’t been there when Daniel was present, but he’d left her with her thoughts as company. Her thoughts were not always the kindest companions.

When she spoke the words in the quiet of her mind, they were spat with derision. That wasn’t how he’d used them. Coming from Daniel they’d been, if not exactly compliments, almost accolades. Like being called a ‘bitch.’

That thought made her smile. She