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

so enthusiastic, that she couldn’t help but smile. Then her stupid heart clenched, a tender feeling softening the sharp, hot edge of her arousal.

That feeling didn’t last, because the Sybian made an odd noise, and then the dildo piece started to move. It wasn’t just vibrating. It was rotating.

Canted at an angle, the fat head was making a roughly 4 inch circle.

“Holy shit,” Autumn breathed.

Daniel turned everything off, adjusted the angle of the mushroom dildo, and then set down the controller.

He held out a hand. “Saddle up, lover.”

Chapter 13

The pet name gave her pause. She stopped, her hand inches from his. Their gazes meet, held.

Daniel’s brow furrowed for a moment, but then he closed the distance, grabbing her fingers and tugging her to her feet. He stepped into her personal space, and for a breathless moment she thought he’d kiss her.

She wanted him to kiss her.

She wanted to kiss him.

Instead, Daniel nudged her back a half step with his body, hips bumping hers. The long hard ridge of his cock—straining the laces of his leather—leading the way.

Autumn couldn’t help herself, she braced the balls of her feet and leaned into him, grinding her belly against his erection.

Daniel growled low in his throat, then slid his shoe between her ankles. He hooked his foot around one heel and jerked her foot out from under her. She’d guessed that was what he was going to do, so had most of her weight on the other foot, but still, she wobbled and would have had to take a few stumbling steps to catch herself if he hadn’t wrapped his arms around her, holding her against his chest.

That was what she’d wanted. Autumn lay her head on his shoulder, rubbing her cheek against the bare skin, hating the tank top that hid some of him.

“Don’t try me right now,” Daniel murmured in her ear. “My patience is very close to being used up.”

“Your patience or your control?”

His arms tightened around her. “Never doubt my control.”

There was real anger in his words. She winced. Accusing a dominant of losing control was a terrible idea.

“I didn't mean—”

He grabbed her arms and jerked her away from him.

“I’m sorry—”

“Get on the saddle.”

“Daniel.”

He froze, glanced at her. There was real anger, and maybe some hurt, in his expression.

“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that you aren’t in control. For me…for me, knowing my partner is as affected as I am is really important.”

He nodded, the line between his brows smoothing.

“Maintaining control is important to me,” he said after a moment. He touched her chin. “I want to know more about why it’s important to you.” He leaned in, kissed her forehead. “Later, we’re going to talk.”

“All right.”

He released her and stepped back. Then kept backing up all the way until his legs hit the chair. Shoving the bag out of his way, he sat.

The gas powered torches and landscape lighting left him in shadow, while the blanket where she was standing, and where the Sybian sat, were comparatively well lit. He was a dark outline, a powerful, hidden man who controlled her…treasured her.

Called her slut and whore, but made her feel beloved. Called her “lover.”

“On the saddle,” he commanded.

With a submissive nod, she obeyed, stepping over to straddle it, then sinking to her knees.

The mushroom dildo—as she was now calling it in her head—bumped against the plug and she hissed in reaction to the unexpected stimulus.

“Lift your arms. Fingers behind your head the way you had them before.”

She glanced up, mouth opening to protest that she needed her arms, needed to brace herself in order to work the mushroom shaped dildo into her vagina.

He caught her gaze, raising a brow while a slight smile played on his lips. He knew exactly what he was asking her to do, and how difficult it would be.

Autumn raised her arms, thighs muscles tensed to keep her balance.

“Oh, and one more thing.”

Daniel slid down off the bench, kneeling on the blanket facing her. “You are going to tell me what you’re doing. I won’t be able to see it when the attachment slips into your pussy, so you’ll tell me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Controller in hand, he returned to the bench, but this time stayed leaning forward, elbows on his knees.

“Work your cunt onto the toy,” he commanded.

Autumn leaned forward and wiggled her hips until she felt the blunt tip. Slowly, so she wouldn’t lose her balance, she rubbed her pussy against it, until the rounded head was between her labia. She rose, enough that she could rub her clit against it a few times. She nearly came, and quickly stopped herself, canting her pelvis so the toy slid up the wet valley of her pussy to her entrance.

“You forgot what you were supposed to be doing,” he admonished.

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

“You were holding your breath a second ago. Why? Pain? Pleasure?”

She could lie to him, but she wouldn’t. He deserved the truth. “I rubbed my clit against the dildo.”

He reached into the bag. “And is that what I told you to do? Did I tell you to play with your little clit?”

“No, Sir.”

He raised a pair of nipple clamps, letting them dangle from his finger. “I’ll give you one more chance to follow instructions. Either you start telling me exactly what you’re doing, or instead of these clamps, which I intend to screw on nice and tight, I’ll go get some clover clamps.”

She winced. Clover clamps tightened when the connecting chain was pulled. Even on first application they were painful. While she was masochistic, that level of severe pain didn’t fit her mood, or this scene. This was about dominance, obedience, and pleasure.

“I have the mushroom dildo positioned right at…right where it’s about to go in.”

“The mushroom…?”

“It’s sort of shaped like a mushroom.”

“Makes sense. It’s actually a ‘knob stimulator’ since it’s shaped a bit like a doorknob.”

“In that case, the knob is almost inside me.” She pursed her lips and rolled her eyes a little at the lame double entendre.

Daniel