Doms of Dark Haven 2: Western Night by & Cherise Sinclair Belinda McBride Sierra Cartwright Page A

doggie-style position on the floor.
    She was breathing hard and already turned on when he entered the room. At the club, she’d fantasized about him and that belt, and he gave her instructions that played to her naughtiest dreams.
    “Good girl.”
    He walked in front of her and took the belt from her mouth.
    “How many?” he asked.
    “Eight. Sir.”
    “Eight it is.”
    Maybe she could have gotten away with suggesting six, but truthfully, she wanted more. And his raised brow, acknowledging her bravery, made her heart beat just a little faster.
    He landed the first stripe across both buttocks, and she exhaled deeply. “One. Thank you.” Either he wasn’t wielding the belt with as much intensity as he had previously or her rear was getting calloused, because it didn’t hurt as badly as the first time at Dark Haven.
    The second blow fell just below the first.
    She exhaled again and said, “Thank you. Two.”
    He fell into a rhythm, hardly varying the location or intensity of the belt. She responded perfectly to each, her body rocking forward with each stroke, and rocking back for the next one.
    She didn’t feel the pain. Instead she surrendered to the sensations.
    She wasn’t sure what was happening, but by the time he landed the eighth stripe across her buttocks, she was shockingly near orgasm. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Eight.”
    He picked her up and placed her on her back on the bed.
    She spread her legs in silent invitation.
    Their gazes met. She saw desire and something more, something she didn’t dare name, in his eyes.
    He sheathed himself in a condom and then took her in a single powerful thrust.
    He fucked her hard. Her ass rubbed against the bedspread, and the slight sensation of pain made her squirm.
    “Come anytime,” he told her.
    Then he kissed her, intensely, his tongue taking and probing her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, surrendering, offering more, demanding more.
    He gently bit her neck, and she writhed beneath him. Her orgasm claimed her from deep inside, and she climaxed.
    He rode her slower, seemingly holding back his own climax.
    “I want you to come again,” he said.
    “What are you, superhuman?”
    “Just enjoying you, my sub.” He pulled back slightly and said, “Play with your pussy while I fuck you.”
    She put her hand between them and stroked her clit while he moved inside her.
    As he moved faster and faster, a second orgasm built in her. “Sir!”
    “Go for it,” he told her.
    Her vaginal muscles clenched, and her abdomen tightened. She had another shuddering orgasm. She was sweaty, and her heart was racing. She’d never been so satisfied, twice in a row.
    He smiled down at her. After she moved her hand, he tucked an arm beneath her neck and cradled her head. He supported most of his weight on one elbow, but he moved so that he could drive even deeper into her pussy. “ Mine .”
    With a guttural moan, he ejaculated.
    She lay there, trapped and protected while his breathing returned to normal. If she’d ever been happier, she didn’t remember when.
    He held her for a long time before moving off her. He climbed from bed, then scooped her up into his arms. She squealed.
    “You need another shower,” he said.
    “So do you.” Then she added a more impish than serious, “Sir.”
    “You can wash my back.”
    She grinned. “Of course, Sir. Can you wash mine?”
    “Insolent wench.”
    Surprising her, he shampooed her hair, then lathered and rinsed her body. She relaxed into his tender ministrations. Part of her wished this moment could last forever. “Sir?”
    “Questioning your dom?”
    “No. No, Sir.”
    He wiped droplets of water from her forehead. “I’m doing it because I want to.”
    “No further questions,” she said.
    “Double insolence?”
    He smiled. Her stomach took a dive. She’d do almost anything to have the wattage of his smile directed at her.
    He never asked her to wash his back. Instead, he turned off the water and grabbed a