Maison Domine: A Binding Ties story Page 6

  “Good. You may make as much noise as you need to. This pain should also be pleasurable, but if it hurts too much, give your safe word.”

  Returning to the cabinet in the wall, he removed two clothespins and grabbed the crop and flogger he had set aside earlier.

  Jaxon believed she was able to ride the edge of pain and pleasure. It was simply a matter of her letting go, and allowing herself to feel instead of analyze.

  Chapter Eleven

  Lara was in a daze. Her so-called punishment wasn’t much of one, as close to orgasm as it sent her. God, she had never been this turned on in her entire life, between the sharp sting of Jaxon’s hands on her ass, his kisses, and his hands tracing her curves. But above all, it was his words that sent her mind into a tailspin.

  Jaxon was doing something to her, tearing down all the walls she had built. Walls intended to keep others out. What they had done is hidden her from herself.

  Fuck, Lara moaned, how do I return to my life now?

  Luckily, Jax had many distractions planned for her this weekend. She’d compartmentalize, as she did any problem, and deal with the fallout from this weekend, logically and rationally, on Monday. Maybe with some space, she would realize how absurd this train of thought was and happily return to her office, and the stack of papers to grade.

  Fat chance, the evil little voice said.

  A sharp pinch to her right nipple broke her reverie. Jaxon had the tender flesh pressed between two of his tanned fingers. The other hand held a clothespin.

  Before she could voice a protest, the clothespin clamped down on her pale nipple, quickly followed by a pinch to her left nipple, sending shards of pleasure-pain to her core.

  Unable to help herself, Lara yelped and wiggled and moaned, waiting for the sensation to ease. It wasn’t quite painful, not quite pleasurable, but she didn’t know how to manage the intensity. A trickling on her thighs told Lara her body did not experience the same confusion.

  From her side, a darkly seductive chuckle sent tremors through her body. He reached out and flicked the end of the clothespin closest to him, reactivating the edgy pleasure that had almost subsided.

  A sharp crack across her already sore ass made her jump. The motion jarred the clothespins, sending shards of aching neediness to her core.

  Caressing the spot he’d tenderized once again, Jax’s voice was almost a purr. “Good girl.”

  Sensing his retreat, she hung her head, feeling the long locks of her hair brush erotically against her nipples. She moaned and jumped against the sensation. What she wouldn’t give to have Jax’s hands on her, to have his thick, beautiful cock fucking her until she exploded. Everything he’d done thus far had kept her on edge, and Lara knew one stroke across her clit would have her coming apart in his arms.

  Rough hands twisted her hair into a fist and yanked her neck backwards. Jax inhaled deeply, nose buried in her neck. “Mmm, you smell delicious. I can’t wait to taste you, to feel you coming on my tongue.”

  Gasping, Lara thrashed against her bonds. She hadn’t even contemplated oral sex as an option. Her past lovers had been too fastidious to indulge in such a base, primitive act. Yet it had always sat in the back of her consciousness, festering until it consumed most of her sexual fantasies.

  His tongue darted out to lick her skin, which glistened with sweat from her arousal. Dexterous fingers crept across her waist until his hand spanned her mound, teasing her with its nearness. She thrust her hips into his hand, desperate for some touch, anything to make that empty feeling go away.

  “God, once you let go of the uptight professor facade, you are quite the sexpot. I knew it, could see it in your eyes every time our paths crossed.” The tips of his fingers wandered lower, brushing across the hood of her clit. If she hadn’t been so lost in the moment, her needy moan would have embarrassed her. “Oh yes, Dr. Brunner, I imagined you on your knees, submitting to me as I jerked off at night. Every night. I was entranced from the first time we met.”

  Gasping, she tried to make sense of what he was saying. Jax had wanted her? He was the fiction boy wonder with a perpetual stream of Hollywood elite dates, and she was…her. A scientist with her nose perpetually buried in her work, who wouldn’t know Gucci from Prada if her life depended on it.

  Those wicked fingers continued to dance across her clitoris, never giving her enough sensation, tempting her deeper into submission. At that point, she would have done anything Jaxon asked.

  One finger dipped into her dripping cunt. “Sir! Please! I…I…please!” She didn’t even know what she wanted to say, but babbling something was better than moaning, in her opinion.

  Jax backed off before she could fully enjoy the feeling of penetration. A series of quick blows landed on her butt and thighs, making her jump with each one. The sensation was heavier than his hand had been, less sharp but just as intense. Checking in the mirror, she saw Jax wield a black flogger.

  “You like that, huh?” A hand swept her hair off her back. “Tilt your head forward, Kitten.” She obeyed without thinking.

  Blow after blow rained down on her skin, starting right below her neck and finishing on the backs of her thighs, enough sensation to give her the stinging pleasure-pain she was growing to crave.

  “Yes, Sir, so good. More, anything, please, but I need more, Sir.”

  Suddenly, he stopped. She felt bereft, and in the mirror she saw him leave her side once again. He returned from the other side of the room, a crop in one hand, the other formed into a fist.

  Lara shivered, reveling in the unknown elements he brought to her. His clenched hand reached to her back, and suddenly the warm, sensitized skin met cold—ice cold. She jumped, not knowing whether she was trying to escape the freezing feeling, or get closer to it.

  Jax trailed the ice cube over her back until it melted away, leaving a cool path on her skin. “As much as I’d love to see the lingering effects of this on your gorgeous skin come morning, the ice will prevent bruising and tenderness. We can’t have you wincing during class Monday, now can we? Although the thought of the buttoned up Professor Brunner sitting on a bruised ass all day is incredibly…arousing.”

  He stepped around to her front, and Lara saw the thickness of his erection pressing against the front of his jeans. She remembered how perfect he had tasted, how he’d filled her mouth with his cock.

  A bead of sweat dripping down the side of her face distracted her from the memory. Jaxon leaned in and kissed the droplet from her cheek before taking her lips and sharing the salty-sweet taste of her skin.

  Using the crop, he raised slight red welts on her shoulders and upper arms. He slowly wended his way closer and closer to her nipples, which had been in those clothespins long enough. Lara couldn’t decide whether she was anticipating or fearing his next move.

  A sharp crack of the crop landed on the outside of her right breast. She jumped, making her tits shift and jiggle. He groaned. “You have the most perfect breasts.”

  A flurry of snaps speckled her large breasts, inching closer and closer to her imprisoned nipples. She writhed in pleasure-pain. She’d barely assimilated the sensation and caught her breath when the crop smacked the clothespins from her nipples. Two strikes, and they flew across the room.

  Lara shrieked. It stung, hurt, her nipples two points of fire, sending sparks to every inch of her body. Her orgasm was close enough she could almost reach out and grab it. A little more. God, she was desperate for Jax to make her come.

  His mouth engulfed her right nipple, both soothing the pain and sharpening the pleasure. Jax switched to the other side and Lara vaguely registered her incoherent, needy pleas and moans.

  She yanked on the cuffs, wanting to hold him to her, to run her fingers through his espresso-dark strands. Whining, panting, she couldn’t take the feelings anymore. It was driving her crazy, mindless with bliss.

  He sank to his knees, lifted her right leg to his shoulder, and buried his face in her begging cunt. She came apart, shaking and shuddering and s
creaming, feeling the ripples from her core radiate out to every inch of her body.

  She lost herself in his arms, and he was there, holding her, to put her back together.

  Jax unclipped her wrists from the bar, and a twinge of discomfort hit her shoulders as they rotated downward. Making soothing, comforting sounds, he massaged her arms, shoulders, and back, alleviating most of the stress.

  Practically melting into his arms, Lara felt herself being lifted against a warm, rock-solid chest. Part of her was surprised at the ease with which he lifted her, but she didn’t think there was much Sir couldn’t do, including giving her some of the most intense orgasms of her life. She met his eyes with a grin on her face as he settled her down onto the bed in the room.

  He brushed a fleeting kiss across her forehead. “Why the grin?”

  Blushing, Lara boldly met his gaze as she answered. “I drove up here expecting to see what it was like to lose a bit of control. You know, dip my toe in the water. I think I got way more than that.” Flashing him an impish smile, she impulsively leaned up and kissed him. He couldn’t have looked more shocked if she’d up and slugged him.

  Before she could apologize, or backpedal, or somehow recover from whatever she had done wrong, he attacked her. A flurry of lips and tongue and teeth and hands descended upon her body.

  “Lara, sweet Lara, what are you doing to me?” He bruised her lips with kisses in between his words.

  It was the first time he had used her first name since they had started this whole thing, and it changed the dynamic of their relationship, if only for the moment. She let her hands roam across his body, luxuriating in the planes of his back, the taut muscles of his ass beneath his clothes.

  “Please, Sir—” He cut her off with a searing nip, his teeth biting into her kiss-swollen bottom lip.

  “Dammit, say my name. I need to hear it. Say it!” He forced eye contact between them, using her long locks to control her head. They froze, breathing harshly, waiting to take the plunge over some indefinable cliff.

  “Jaxon…” Her breathy moan galvanized him. A series of quick movements had him stripped out of his shirt, jeans thrown to the floor. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and the knowledge, combined with the sight of his golden skin, fanned the flames of her desire once more.

  She worshiped his body with her hands and her mouth, needing contact with every inch of his skin. But it wasn’t enough. Desperately, she needed to feel him closer until she didn’t know where she ended and he began.

  “Jax… Jaxon… I need you. Fuck me, please, I need to feel you inside me now!” He groaned at her admission, inserting two fingers into her clenching pussy.

  She marveled at the sight of his tongue flicking out to taste her essence from the fingers he’d raised to his lips. “God, you are soaking. Your flavor drives me crazy.” He fumbled above her head, to the headboard, and returned with a condom.

  He quickly sheathed himself, although not quickly enough to satisfy Lara. She moaned until Jax dragged his hard cock across her wetness, thrusting against her clit. It drove her lust higher than she imagined possible, having him this close to being inside her, but just out of reach.

  Unable to take any more of his teasing, she wrapped her legs around his back and reached down to grab his prick and guide it into her. Lining him up, she clenched her legs, forcing him deep inside of her.

  It felt like coming home. Like a part of her had been missing, and now Jax filled the emptiness, with his throbbing erection, with his strong arms around her, but more with his masterful domination of her. Lara had never allowed a man into her life for fear she would rely on him and be left, broken and alone. But Jaxon was different, and she got the feeling he wasn’t going anywhere.

  Jax thrust his hand between them to rub his thumb across her engorged clit, hurtling her towards orgasm. A few more thrusts and she shattered beneath him, wild and untamed.

  He quickly followed her over the edge, shudders wracking his body.

  They lay there, wrapped in each others’ arms. Lara felt things had changed between them, but she didn’t know how to broach the topic, or if discussion of it would even be welcome. This was no longer a simple weekend affair. She didn’t know how she could feel complete, or this contented, without him. She didn’t know how she could return to her bleak life, and her so-called perfect career, without the hope of having Jax to hold her at the end of the day.

  It would leave her empty to lose either one, but she really had no choice. Maybe under different circumstances she’d just get a slap on the wrist for dating another faculty member, but the chair of her tenure review panel was a fusty old man who was the strictest enforcer for no inter-faculty dating. She would have to choose between Jaxon and her job.

  Chapter Twelve

  After dressing, Lara and Jaxon made their way back upstairs. It was borderline awkward, and he had no idea what to say to her. Nothing that weekend had gone as he’d planned, and at this point, Jax figured it was better to let things play out, and see where they were tomorrow night.

  While his position at the university was not the basis of his career, and he wasn’t quite threatened by the recent turn of events, he understood dating him publicly could seriously jeopardize her bid for tenure, if not her entire job. But he didn’t think he would be able to keep things under wraps in public. Once she was his, nothing would keep him from touching her at every possible moment.

  Yes, he wanted her submission after this weekend, but it was far more complicated. He liked her as a submissive, but he loved her as a woman. What the fuck…? No, no way. It was the adrenaline high of topping her, he tried to convince himself once again. Jax took a second to compose himself. He hadn’t been prone to such moments of foolishness since before Jenny, and he wasn’t about to start now.

  Setting aside the long-term issues for Sunday night, he knew one thing for sure. He wanted Lara by his side as long as he could keep her there. “Stay the night with me, please.”

  She paused, started to speak—a rejection probably—and paused again. She nodded and finally answered him. “Yes. I need to run by my room, grab a few things. How about I meet you back in your suite in a half hour… Sir?” Now back into safer territory, their relationship was securely, if not illusory, within the confines of a weekend BDSM fling.

  “Okay, Kitten. I’ll see you in thirty minutes.”

  Jaxon decided to use the time to call one of his closest friends, Gabriel Cassidy. He and Gabe had discovered the scene together more years ago than Jax would like to admit, and had managed to stay in contact. Hell, it was Gabe who had pulled him out of his post-Jenny depression and reassured him there was nothing he could have done, as a Dom or as a boyfriend, to prevent her mental breakdown.

  Gabe was a skilled silversmith and leather worker, and Jax wanted to discuss preliminary designs for Lara’s collar, among other delicious decorations for her body.

  Digging his cell phone out from the bottom of his duffel, Jax was pleased to note he had not missed any calls. No frantic messages from his publishing agent, or the producer who wanted to put his first novel on the big screen. He pressed the speed dial for his friend, knowing he would be home, as he was every Saturday afternoon, relaxing before he went out to one of the local BDSM clubs. Two rings and Gabe picked up.

  “Cassidy here.”

  “Hey, Gabe. How’s life?” Jax could feel himself relaxing, knowing Gabe would not only be able to put things into perspective for him, but create a piece of artwork worthy of adorning Lara’s neck.

  “Jax, man, aren’t you at Maison Domine this weekend? Is this a good call, or an oh shit call?” He chuckled, taking some of the stinging reality out of his words. Jax had called Gabe in a panic his first weekend back to Maison Domine after losing Jenny. And in the last five years, it was the only time Jax had ever interrupted his weekend away to call his friend. “Because you don’t sound on edge. You seem…centered.” Perceptive bastard.

  “Yes, yes, I know. It’s a good call. I actu
ally need your help, though. I think…I may need you to start designing a collar.” Bracing himself for Gabe’s reaction, Jax plopped down onto the bed on which he’d held Lara all night.

  “Uh, what? Did I hear you correctly? The mighty Master Greene has finally fallen? I knew it would happen sooner or later!” Undignified laughter rolled through the phone line.

  Jax shook his head. He should have expected this I told you so reaction. “Yes, you asshole, how the mighty have fallen. But onto more important things. I need your creative abilities at my disposal. This woman is incredible, and I want to buy her anything, everything, to mark her as mine. And some things just for my viewing pleasure.”

  A slight fumbling, and Gabe was back. “Okay, I have my sketchpad. I’ll do this for you, but know I will get all the details out of you before I turn over the goods.”

  “God, man, you’re a worse gossip than a thirteen-year-old girl! If you didn’t do the most beautiful work…” Jax ribbed his friend. “She’s stunning, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Her hair is this golden color, like honey and sunshine. Oh, and her eyes! They’re not just blue, but a bright electric blue. And they light up for me when she’s turned on. Her legs go on for miles, she has the perfect amount of curve, and her breasts, my God, they’re a work of art. She’s not skinny by Hollywood standards, but she’s got a lushness that just doesn’t stop.” He was in for it now. Jax hadn’t waxed poetic about a woman in…ever. And Gabe knew it, too. Jax groaned and fell back onto the soft down pillows.

  Jax paused, knowing his friend would rib him for his next comments, but needing to be perfectly clear. “She’s brilliant, Gabe. Lara, that’s her name, is different from any other woman I’ve dated. She’ll be a real challenge. The submissives I’ve trained, the models, the actresses, they simper and fawn and accede to whatever I wish. Lara, she’s going to make me earn her respect and obedience. And damn, what a ride it’s gonna be.”

  “Man, you have it bad. Real bad. But I’ve got some ideas stewing, and if you swing by my place sometime this week, I promise beer, pizza, and sketches for you to look at. In exchange for details.”