The Dom's Dungeon by Cherise Sinclair

The Dom's Dungeon

Blurb:

Foster child. Teenage whore. Now a veterinarian, MacKensie's turned her life around, but the scars remain. She saves her affection for the animals who never judge or scorn her, but it's time to get out, move on from her past in Iowa. So, she arranges a vacation exchange to job hunt in Seattle.

Although the house is lovely, one room is locked. Her years in foster care have given her two 'gifts': a neurosis about locked doors and the ability to open them. After she gets into the room, she's appalled…and intrigued. Chains and manacles, whips and paddles, odd benches with straps…

When Alex returns home days early and finds MacKensie draped over the spanking bench in his locked dungeon, he's furious. But her wariness arouses his protective nature and curiosity, so he strikes a deal to keep her close—she'll act as his submissive in exchange for a place to stay and help finding a job.

He'd planned to use the veterinarian to deter an ex-girlfriend, not replace her, but with MacKensie's compelling mixture of strength and vulnerability, the little sub slides right into his well-defended heart.

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Excerpt

"Are you going to tell me what happened twelve years ago?"

"No." She tried to pull away again, as useless an effort as a butterfly trying to escape a hungry bird.

"All right." He didn't sound angry, but she knew him now. He didn't give. Persistence should be his middle name. But instead of talking more, he caressed her breast. His fingers circled her nipple, and she could actually feel the tiny muscles in the areola bunching in response to his knowledgeable touch. He moved to the other breast, and as if the two were joined by a wire, they both soon ached.

"Alex, I want to go now. I'm tired."

He pinched her nipple hard enough to make her jerk, and yet the sizzle went straight to her clit. Her pussy started to burn. "Don't lie to me, pet. I prefer a refusal to a lie, but right now, I'll accept neither. I've had a long evening, and I intend to play with my sub a little."

Play with me? A chill crawled up her spine, putting the heat out as if ice water had been dumped on it.

"Yes, play with you," he said, startling her. She hadn't realized she'd spoken. "Don't worry, pet. My cock will stay where it is unless you jump on it. But that's the only concession you get tonight." His fingers tightened on her nipple as if to prove his point. Pressing and then releasing in a slow rhythm until her blood and pussy pulsed in response.

He bit her neck lightly, and she jumped. How did he make all the sensations flow into her clit like water flowing into the ocean? Filling it full until it throbbed.

As if he'd heard her, his other hand released her fingers and stroked down her body, ever so gently and yet inexorably. She set her hand over his, lacing her fingers between his and trying to stop him, a useless attempt. When his fingers stroked across her pussy, her fingers were still laced through his.

He chuckled. "I hadn't thought you the type for masturbation in public, but I enjoy watching a woman pleasure herself. You may continue if you want."

She jerked her hand away with a growl, knowing she'd totally lost that round. Heck, she was losing everything, including her senses.

His hand pressed against her pussy, his skin cool against the heat. Then he stroked the wetness from his fingers onto her thigh. "You're wet," he whispered. "I will continue."

How did he do this to her? Men had touched her — many, many men — and rubbed her and –

"Stop thinking," he growled and bit her shoulder again, totally derailing her thoughts, and then he slid a finger into her.

She jumped, then gasped when his fingers pinched her breast. Her clit felt as if it had been pumped up like a balloon, and a tremor raced through her. Her control eroding like the sand on the beach, she struggled against him. His forearms kept her in place even as his fingers moved over her breast. Her pussy. He swept her moisture through her folds and up over her clit.

And then one finger rubbed her, stroking gently but firmly in a merciless rhythm. He would stop to spread more wetness, and then resume. She could actually feel her climax approach this time, feel her legs quivering and her insides winding up like a spring.

He stopped.

Why? She hadn't come.

He tossed the sides of her blanket back, and the cool air swept over her. Apparently he'd gotten bored, she decided, with relief — and disappointment as her clit pulsed with each beat of her heart. "Well, we should go in," she said. She leaned forward, and he yanked her back against his chest so fast her breath huffed out.

"Stay still, sub."

At his growled command, her body froze, although her heart rate increased.

And then he used his fingers to do exactly the same thing all over again, bringing her right to the top. And stopping.

And again. The next time he stopped, she couldn't smother her moan. He was deliberately torturing her. "Why?"

His hands stroked over her, and everything he did seemed to make her need to come worse. Her clit felt as if it contained all the blood in her body, stabbing with need.

"There's only one way for you to get relief," he murmured. "You're sitting on it."

She realized her bottom pressed against a very erect cock, and she tried to edge away. "No," she whispered. "I won't."

"That's all right, pet," he said. "I enjoy touching you so much that I can keep this up all night." His fingers slid down to cup her pussy, grazing over her clit. Her hips surged up, trying for more, and his hand moved away.

Fine. Surely I can do this myself. She slid her hand down to her pussy.

A ruthless grip closed around her wrist, pulled her hand away. "My toy, not yours," Alex growled.

A minute later he resumed tormenting, and her arousal surged higher this time, the frustration increasing her need to painful levels.

When he stopped again, she couldn't stand it anymore. She needed…needed so badly to come. Could she actually have sex with him? Alex wasn't a john. Maybe she could let him take her. "All right. Just do it."

"No, little sub." He took his hands off her, and she whimpered. "You will do it."

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