I HAD PRACTICED the ritual of submission years ago as a form of meditation and therapy. It allowed me to fall into my mind and dive within that deep part of myself to find my happy place. Being who I was and how I was raised, it didn’t always help, but in most cases, it did.
Kenny came back into my life with a vengeance. He had left me alone. Letting me do my own thing and make a life for myself. But suddenly, that changed. I still couldn’t figure out why he never contacted me before. He was messing with my head, and it didn’t do well for my sanity.
“Creena.” Stone touched my shoulder, his fingers grazing gently down my arm. “Talk to me.”
I almost forgot he was beside me. Vincent Stone was everything I had ever needed. He allowed me to be in control when I needed to and mastered me just the same. But now, I needed him to own me. To truly dominate me and take over. I didn’t want to feel anything. I needed out of my head.
I wasn’t sure if he would understand. We played. Both of us fought for control but it had never been serious and always in fun. But now, I needed him to show me just how dominant he could be.
“I need you.” I turned toward him, keeping my hands on my knees and my eyes downcast like I was taught. “Please.”
“What do you need?” He pinched my chin. “Look at me.”
That firm command forced my eyes to pop to his.
“Good girl.”
My heart stuttered at the praise.
There was a hint of lust and desire in his gaze but it was soon replaced with need. The need to dominate and control. The need to truly own me once and for all.
“Tell me, baby girl.” His deep voice slid over my skin like honey. “Tell me what I can do to make you feel better.”
“I need you to take me out of my head.” My heart jumped. “I don’t care how you do it.” I had been taught about the BDSM lifestyle at a young age. Not for sexual pleasure but to feel something. Anything other than the guilt rushing through me every time I took a life. It was fucked up and I knew I had to tell Stone what my brother wanted of me but for now, I wanted to be ripped apart.
“What happened today?” He brushed the back of his knuckles down my cheek. “I want to help you.”
“My brother is asking me to do something I don’t want to do,” I blurted, not expecting those words to leave my mouth.
“What does he want you to do?”
I swallowed hard, my heart picking up speed. Knowing what Stone had gone through, the lives he had taken to avenge someone he cared about, forced my stomach to twist with unease. Maybe I shouldn’t have called on him. It was too soon. I was being selfish. I could have used someone else. I could have gone to a club or I could have—
“Don’t, Creena,” Stone commanded, pinching my chin and tilting my head back. “I’m here. Don’t you even think about kicking me out. Do you understand me?”
I nodded, a surge of heat rushing between my legs at the rough demand. “I understand.”
“Good girl.” He kissed me softly on the mouth. “You will tell me what your brother wants.”
“I know,” I whispered.
“Tell me what else happened.”
“I killed someone,” I admitted, not liking the taste of those words on my tongue.
“Man, or woman?” he asked casually like we were talking about the weather and not the fact I had just confessed to murder.
“Man,” I croaked, guilt slicing me in the heart.
“Did he deserve it?”
“Yes.” I licked my parched lips. “He attacked my brother but ...”
“But what, Creena?”
“Something doesn’t feel right.”
“Do you want to tell me why?” Stone kept a firm hold on my jaw, keeping my gaze directed at him.
“I … I need you first.”
“Fine. We’ll discuss that later as well. Was this your first time killing someone?”
I hesitated, swallowed a couple of times and took a breath. “No.”
“Good.” He kissed me again. “Thank you for telling me.”
My heart fluttered. I realized then that I enjoyed pleasing him. Not in just a sexual way but with my choices and giving him information about me. It made him happy and in turn, so was I.
“Tell me what you need.” Stone rose to his full height, pulling me to my feet. “I want to help you.”
“I need you to control me,” I said, my body shaking.
Stone moved me to the edge of the bed. “Lay on the bed. On your back.”
I did as I was told.
“Spread your legs for me, beautiful,” he demanded gently, tapping my hip.
My stomach flipped at the compliment and I did as he said.
“Do you want me to tie you up? Inflict pain on you? What do you need?”
My heart hammered with each question. “I … I don’t know. I just know I need out of my head. I just want to feel you. I need you to rip me apart and put me back together again.”
“When was the last time you took a life?” he asked, his brow furrowing.
“Five years, eight months, three weeks, and two days. Not like I’m counting or anything.”
His lips tugged at the corners but he didn’t smile. “I’m not a doctor and clearly, we should be talking about this but I know you need more. Don’t you?”
“Yes,” I answered, chewing my bottom lip.
“What you did today is traumatizing. It’s been a long time for you.”
I nodded even though it wasn’t a question.
“But you saved your brother’s life.”
I nodded again.
“Do you feel like you were set up?”
“It’s crossed my mind,” I muttered.
“Okay.” He took a breath. “We’ll get back to that as well. It’s not easy being us, Creena.” He kissed my forehead and then my cheek. “We crave that darkness but even after accepting its fate, it can still haunt us for years. Maybe even the rest of our lives. Sometimes people take advantage of that. Hire us to do their dirty work because they’re scared to do it themselves.”
“How do you do it?”
He smiled. “I don’t. I just live.” He rose from the bed and pulled off his shirt. “I’ll take you out of that beautiful fucked up head of yours, Creena.”
“Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet.” He leaned over me and kissed me hard on the mouth. “I might not succeed.”
But he would. I was sure of it.
***
(Stone)
I had to think quickly for fear Creena would fall within herself. She had been strong but with one set back, even though it was all self-defense, it could trigger an even nastier response then what she was already going through.
“If it gets to be too much” —I kissed her forehead— “I want you to scream out my first name and everything stops. Do you understand?”
She frowned but nodded.
“It’s your safe word. Say it.”
“Vincent,” she said, her voice cracking. She cleared her throat. “Vincent,” she repeated, her voice firmer.
“Good girl.” I tied the rope around her wrists, pulling her arms above her head, and wrapped the silky strand around the bedposts. I tugged on the rope. Satisfied, I glanced down at her. “Try pulling your arms free.”
She did, struggling against the bonds but couldn’t break free.
“Good.” I released her wrists. When she had told me there was rope in her closet, I knew right then I had met my match. I wasn’t sure what she used the rope for but I had a feeling it wasn’t for bondage.
If everything worked the way I wanted it to, she would only think she couldn’t break free. I didn’t tie the rope tight enough to restrain her completely. She was strong and with just the right amount of force, she would be able to break free easily. I only wanted her to think she was completely bound.
“Don’t move,” I told her, kissing the corner of her mouth. I moved down the length of her body until I reached her belly button. “Keep your eyes on me.”
She licked her lips, nodding. Her fingers were wrapped around the rope holding her wrists but she didn’t even try and break free. My plan was working.
Spreading her legs wider, I tied her ankles with the rope I had wrapped around the feet of the bed. I was going to wait and show her how dominant I could actually be but now, knowing she needed this part of me, I reveled in that darkness and unleashed the true nature of the beast.
***
(Creena)
“You will call me Sir and nothing else.” Stone wrapped his hands around my ankles. “Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Sir.” That one word leaving my mouth sent a rush of heat throughout my body.
“Good girl.” A wolfish grin spread onto his face. “We’ll work up to Master, but Sir will do for now.”
“Master,” I said, tasting that title on my tongue.
“As much as I like the sound of that, we haven’t made it to that point yet.” He slapped my inner thigh. “Call me Sir.”
“Sir,” I panted, the sting of his palm enveloping me in a blanket of bliss. “Sorry, Sir.”
“Keep your eyes on me.” Stone kissed my inner thigh and sunk his teeth into the soft flesh.
The slight tingle of pain forced me to cry out but it only made him bite me harder. “Sir,” I moaned.
“Tell me what happened today.”
I chewed my bottom lip, shaking my head. The words wouldn’t leave my mouth. Just when I was about to beg for him to fuck me, a sharp pain erupted through my pussy.
“Tell me, Creena,” he demanded, his voice firm. “Or I’ll slap your cunt until you come against my hand. You think you’re not so submissive but I know there’s one inside of you.”
“Yes.” I lifted my hips, my chest rising and falling with ragged breath. “For you, Sir. I’m submissive for you.”
“Are you willing to give me all of you, Creena?” His gaze moved between my legs and back up to meet my eyes. “No matter what?”
“Yes,” I breathed. “I need you to take me out of my head.”
“All right, pet.”
Pet.
I wasn’t sure why but I enjoyed the sound of that term of endearment.
He kissed the spot just above my mound. “Your clit’s swollen, and I haven’t even touched you yet.”
“Please.” I was shaking, needing him inside me more than I ever needed something in my life. His touch was imbedded on my skin. His breath on my lips. His taste on my tongue. Stone was my undoing but my savior just the same. “Sir.”
“Shhh …” He blew across my mound, spreading me open with his thumbs. “I got you, baby girl.” His mouth covered me, his tongue thrusting deep inside of me.
I cried out, bucking against his face. Squeezing my eyes shut, I reveled in the feel of him licking me from the inside.
“No.” A sharp pain erupted through my clit.
I yelped, my eyes popping open to meet his heated stare.
“You will watch me.” He brushed his finger over my engorged clit. Back. Forth. “You should have called me sooner.”
“I just got home,” I panted, rocking my hips in tune with the strokes of his finger.
“Where were you before?” His finger slid inside of me, followed by a second and a third. He stretched me, fucking me slow and deep.
“Walking,” I whimpered, needing more. “Please, Stone. God, make me come.”
“What the fuck did I tell you?” he released me, slapping his hand against my pussy before shoving four fingers back inside of me.
My eyes brimmed over with unshed tears, the delicious pain making my hips buck up toward his face. “Sir,” I whispered.
“That’s right.” He reached behind him, undoing the rope around my left ankle. He bent my knee, keeping a tight hold on my foot. “You enjoy calling me that, don’t you?”
I chewed my bottom lip, nodding. “Yes.”
Stone pushed his fingers into me as deep as my body would allow and rubbed the walls of my pussy.
I gasped, arching beneath him.
“That’s it, Creena.” He kissed my knee. “Come all over my fingers. Flood these sheets with your sweet honey.”
I moaned, lifting my hips in tune with the hard thrusts of his hand.
“Come, pet.” Stone thrust hard, his hand picking up speed. “Give me your orgasm.”
Pulling against the ropes wrapped round my wrists, I spread my legs as much as possible. I needed him deep, hard, so damn rough I would feel him for days.
Stone knelt between my legs, hooked an arm around my bent knee, and fucked me with his hand. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” I swallowed hard. “I do, Sir.”
“Good.” He released me completely and went to my en-suite bathroom. He came back a moment later, holding a small tube in his hands. He knelt back on the bed and squirted whatever was in it onto his hand. “It seems you have quite the kinky collection.”
My heart jumped when I realized it was lube he was holding. “I like to play.”
“So do I.” He towered over me, covering my mouth with his, and slid his tongue between my lips. “I like to play hard,” he growled, nipping my bottom lip.
I whimpered.
“I’m going to fuck you with my hand.” He sat back and kissed my knee. “Breathe out when I push but I want you to watch.”
My eyes were glued to the spot between my legs. He thrust three fingers inside of me, the cool liquid of the lube heightening my senses.
“Breathe, Creena,” he coaxed, inserting a forth finger. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” Couple more pumps and his whole hand slowly slid inside me, stretching me. The more he pulled out and thrust back in, the deeper his hand went until it stretched me wide. It disappeared into my body, igniting this new-found ecstasy I never felt before.
“Holy shit,” I gasped, my breath coming out in short bursts of air. The pain burned into pleasure, fucking with my senses. It shouldn’t have felt so damn good but it did. God, did it ever. The tiny hairs on my body vibrated. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. My hips bucked up and down in tune with the slow thrusts of his hand.
“Careful, Creena,” he said, his voice soft and soothing. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It feels,” I panted, “so damn good.” But I needed more. “Please give me more.”
“I will, pet.” His teeth sunk into the muscle of my inner thigh, his tongue swiping over the delicious pain right after. “I never pegged you for a masochist.”
I moaned. “Neither did I.”
He chuckled, biting me again. “Fuck, baby. Your pussy gushes whenever I bite you. Hottest shit ever.”
“Please, Sir,” I whined, thrusting my hips up and down. “I need you faster.”
He towered over me and cupped my jaw, forcing me to look into his eyes. “Watch me as I fist your cunt.” He cupped my nape, pulling my head forward.
I whimpered. Spots danced in my vision. Sweat coated my skin. My heart boomed in my ears. An electric shock trembled through me, exploding into a blinding light. “Oh, fuck.”
“You’re doing so good.” Stone’s hand thrust in and out of me. Holding me down with his palm against my lower belly, he stroked my aching clit with his thumb while pumping his other hand between my legs. His teeth soon found my inner thigh again, scraping and nipping along the soft flesh. He repeated the movements.
Bite. Pump. Bite. Thrust.
The pain mixing with the pleasure erupted into an explosion I had never felt before. The impending release took control of my body. I shook. I gasped. I breathed for the air that never came.
Stone repeated his movements, his bites only getting harder and rougher.
My vision faded in and out.
“Come for me, sweet girl. Come all over my hand.” He pushed and pushed until it felt like he was reaching for my soul. He latched onto a part of me that no man had ever been able to.
I screamed. I cursed. I whimpered, shaking beneath him, but the orgasm only hovered. It wouldn’t release. As much as I wanted it to. As much as I needed to break, I couldn’t.
“Come for me,” Stone demanded, pushing onto my lower belly. “Damn it, Creena.”
“I can’t,” I cried. “Fuck, it hurts.”
“You can, pet.” Stone bit my thigh again. “Come for me and then I’ll fuck you. Give me that damn orgasm.”
“Make me,” I yelled. “Please, Sir.”
“Watch me.” He spread the folds of my pussy. “I want you to watch as you come against my mouth while I fist your pussy. Tell me you understand.”
“I understand.” I swallowed hard, knowing I would get the release I craved.
Stone scraped his teeth gently over my clit, his hand pumping in and out of me.
I gasped, my back bowing off the bed.
When he did it again, an electric charge shot straight to my soul.
“Again,” I panted.
He closed his mouth around the nub, sucking it hard between his lips. It was rough, a tingle of pain trembled through my body. He continued sucking at the same time he thrust his hand back into my pussy.
And that was when I broke.