Entwined Fates: Dominating Miya by Trista Ann Michaels Page B

“Oh, God.”
    “I see Sam explained the no-panty rule,” Alex murmured. “I’ll have to see he’s rewarded for that.”
    His fingers danced wickedly between her opening and her clit, forming soft, slow figure eights that made her want to move her hips with his hand.
    “Look around, sub. What do you see?” he whispered.
    She swallowed and tried to take her mind off the things his fingers were making her feel. She saw the scene in front of them, the sub being flogged. Her cries of ‘yes, Sir’ had been reduced to moans of pleasure that rose with every slap of the leather against her skin.
    To the right was a ménage scene. Two female Dommes and one male submissive. Two subs walked between Miya and the scene, sending her scathing looks of jealousy.
    “I see two subs who want to kick my ass. I’m assuming because I’m with you.”
    She’d swear she felt his lips curve into a smile against her neck. “Ignore them. You’re prettier,” he whispered, and her heart skipped a beat.
    “Damn, you’re wet, Miya,” he murmured low next to her neck. Every inch of her flesh quivered. “Which scene turns you on, angel? I think I can guess, but I want to hear it.”
    She sighed as his fingers brushed lightly over her clit. She couldn’t believe she was letting him do this here, in front of all these people.
    “The flogging, I think. And of course, what you’re doing.”
    “Do you like what I’m doing?”
    “I think that’s rather obvious,” she growled low at him over her shoulder.
     
    ALEX CHUCKLED DESPITE himself and tried to remember why it was he didn’t like smart-mouthed subs. At the moment, he could think of one reason. “I don’t want obvious, Miya. I want to hear the words.”
    She swallowed. “Yes, Sir. I like it.”
    He smiled softly at the angry tone to her words. She still hadn’t submitted to him yet. She might be calling him Sir, but she was fighting with everything in her to keep from losing herself to his touch. Her first time in here and the first thing he did was make her come in front of everyone watching? He was pushing her too fast, he knew, but…
    He had to make her understand this world was not for her. Miya fought the control in her life too much to ever give control over to him. Her stubbornness now was proof of that, at least to Alex.
    His chest tightened at the idea of never seeing her here again. She felt right standing here in his arms, and her arousal was obvious. She was wet, and her hips undulated along with his movements. He brushed his middle finger lightly over her swollen clit, teasing her.
    The soft gasp that escaped her lips was like a breath of air to a drowning man. He wanted to hear it again, louder. He teased her clit, deliberately avoiding going over the top.
    She moaned and dug her fingernails into the forearm he had wrapped around her middle. She went from pulling him closer to trying to push him away.
    “You’re not submitting, Miya,” he whispered. “You’re fighting me.”
    She bit down on her lip briefly before letting it go. “Please don’t do this, Alex. Not here.”
    He scowled and increased the pressure of his fingers. He slid them over and around her clit, watching her face as she realized he was going to do exactly what she begged him not to.
    “I know you’re new here, sub, but if you call me Alex one more time, I’m flogging your pretty little ass,” he said, just as he rubbed the pad of his finger up and over the top of her swollen nub, sending her spiraling off the edge.
     
    MIYA DROPPED HER head back to his shoulder and squealed as her release slammed through her. Alex couldn’t take his eyes off her face as she rode out wave after wave. He didn’t make it easy for her; he prolonged it, and then just when it was about over, he pinched her clit, and to her astonishment, sent her over again.
    During the second orgasm, her knees buckled, and he tightened his hold around her stomach to keep her upright against his chest.
    Her moans