Sweet Sinclair (Masters of the Castle) (6 page)

Parker was in a dream. He had to be; it was the only thing that made all this make sense. How many times had he fantasized about this very thing—well, okay, he’d imagined some pretty hot things, but never this exact scenario. Still, how many times had he envisioned the beautiful, sweet Sinclair placing herself in his hands, letting him do whatever he desired? More times than he could honestly count. How many times had he thought he’d ever get the chance to do this in real life? Never in his wildest dreams. Yet, here she was. In the trembling flesh. Standing with a mix of eagerness and uncertainty crawling over every nervous inch of her while he unpacked her meager bag of hastily acquired toys.

All in all, it was very cute. He never would have
chosen this collar to use on Sinclair, however. It was cheaply made, unpadded and with rough edges. The sort of thing one would expect to find in adult novelty shops with the sort of shoddy restraints that a stubborn submissive in a hardcore scene could break right out of. He preferred to buy his restraints from an experienced leatherworker, and the same went for his collars. He had ones with padding on the inside to protect her soft skin from chaffing.

“Very pretty,” he said, holding up the nipple clamps. They were little more than eye candy and likely wouldn’t stay in place if he gave anything more than a light tug, but they made him smile.

“Thanks,” she said, clearly embarrassed.

He liked how her blush deepened when he told her, “I’m going to enjoy watching you model these for me.”

She didn’t say anything, but her breathing quickened just a bit and through the thin fabric of her plain white shirt, it was impossible not to notice how the twin peaks of her nipples stiffened into view.

He placed the clamps on the table beside the collar and pulled the paddle out of the bag. He had absolutely no intention of
using this, either. Admittedly, the idea of taking Sinclair into his arms and across his knees was a mouth-watering temptation not worth the strain of resisting, especially if she shared the desire, but her first spanking from him was not going to be with a poorly constructed play paddle and it would not be given with anything but his hand. His bare hand on her bare bottom; nothing would feel better than that.

This last package, however, he arched a brow and looked at her. She turned as red as her hair, and that flush extended all the way down into the neckline of her shirt.

“I broke the package,” she hedged, pointing to the flimsy hook on the top of the box.

“I’m sure the store had tape. They could have fixed it.”

“To be honest,” she said. “I forgot tape even existed. I just wanted to get out of there at that point.”

“Ah.” Parker set the assortment of anal plugs on the table with the rest of her toys. He tsked, as if he truly hated to have to do it. “You’re going to model these for me too. It would be a pity to send you home without the whole “stuff” experience.”

She had her hands squeezed so tight together, her knuckles had whitened.

“Look at me, Sinclair.”

This, the way she moved right now, this was like his dreams—hesitant, but not in a frightened or unwilling way. She was shy, uncertain of what to expect, but ready to follow him into her first gentle experiment. That in and of itself was as beautiful as the rest of her.

She faced him slowly, and when she shyly met his eyes, she offered a tremulous smile.

“Red,” he told her.

That already shaky smile wavered. “What does that mean?”

“It’s your safeword. Do you know what a safeword is?” When Sinclair shook her head, he said, “When you give yourself to me, I am going to be in charge, but you will hold the power to stop me if you need to. In the vanilla world, no means no. In this one, it means anything but. Your safeword protects you in ways no other word can.”

Eyebrows quirking, Sinclair tried to laugh. It was every bit as shaky as her smile a moment before. “I don’t understand. Why would I say no? Why wouldn’t you stop?”

“Sweetness, I am going to make you scream ‘no’ and ‘stop’ and ‘please, dear God, enough’ at least once tonight. If I can’t do that, then I am not doing my job. I am going to arouse you, overwhelm you with sensations and feelings you may not be prepared for. I am going to take you on a journey that spans the highest, hottest peaks and the lowest, darkest valleys. Are you afraid of me?”

“You already asked that,” she said, weakly, her voice trembling now too.

“I am going to ask again, and again and again, if necessary. What is your safeword?”

“Red.”

“Good girl. Had you gone through orientation, you’d also know the Castle has a different safeword, one that is wired into our security system and which, when uttered, will bring the whole of Castle security racing to your aid. For right here and now, between you and me, you don’t need to know it.”

She blinked twice. “W-why not?”

“Because I will always stop at ‘red’ and you aren’t going to play with anyone else here. I am placing you under my protection. That means if anyone—man, woman, Master, security guard, Marshall himself—approaches you for any reason, you don’t go with them, you don’t agree to any requests, you tell them to talk to me. Do you trust me to watch out for you?”

“I-I t-trust you, Parker.”

“Good girl. Now say it again, this time without stuttering.”

He both saw and heard her swallow. There was a tiny pulse beating hard beneath the pale surface of her neck. He resisted the urge to reach out and caress it, kiss it. There would be time for that later. For now, this was too important.

“I trust you,” she repeated, a little stronger.

“As of this moment, you will address me as Master Parker. Say it.”

“Master Parker.” She stammered there too, her inexperienced lips finding the title awkward, maybe even embarrassing. The corners of her mouth quirked into a smile.

“Say it again.”

“Master Parker,” she said, stronger this time, but still smiling in that shy, embarrassed way.

Her whole body jumped and that smile abruptly vanished when he seized the back of her neck. He jerked her deep into his personal space, pulling her so close she accidentally stepped on his toes trying to reclaim her balance. Her hands slapped up against his chest, landing half on leather and half on his bare flesh. Startled as she was, she didn’t apologize and she didn’t move her hands. She just stared at him with those huge, green eyes of hers.

“Again,” he commanded.

Her compliance was as instantaneous as it was laced through with a healthy aphrodisiac of respect. “Master P—”

He kissed her, and it was not gentle. It was the kind of kiss he’d longed to give her for over a year. It was hungry, conquering. He swept past her trembling lips and invaded her body, drinking in her startled, mewling squeak as he stabbed into her, thrusting with his tongue the way he’d much prefer someday to thrust in other ways. She tasted just as sweet as he’d always imagined, and when he folded his arms around her, pulling her in even closer, Sinclair melted against him.

“Master,” she whispered, breathless when their mouths once more parted.

Absolutely beautiful.

“Kneel.”

She slid down him, her lovely face turned up as she dropped to her knees right at the ends of his shoes. Her hand stayed on his leg, her hot little palm burning right through his leathers into the flesh of his thigh.

“I am not going to have sex with you tonight,” Parker said, and damn if those weren’t the hardest words to ever force their way out of his mouth.

She was still flying, still gazing up at him with kiss-swollen lips and half-glazed eyes. It took a moment before she realized what those words meant, but he knew when it finally did because the naked disappointment that moved over her face was heartrending.

“This is called a scene negotiation,” he explained. “This is where we tell each other what we want out of the scene. So, listen carefully. I am going to remove your clothes. I am going to look at you, touch you and kiss you. I am going to collar you, and for as long as you wear my collar, you belong to me and will do as I tell you. If you disobey, there will be punishment. If you use your safeword, everything stops and we’re done for the night, do you understand?”

“Yes, Master Parker,” she said, still husky and soft, but her eyes were locked with his, still aroused and disappointed, but no longer glazed.

“We’re just going to get your feet wet tonight. I’m going to do things that are going to manipulate your emotions. It’s okay to cry, or get angry, or think that you love me or even hate me. I want you to trust me to take you through each of those emotions without fear that I’m going to take advantage of them. I won’t put my cock inside your body, but I am going to touch your pussy. Are you okay with that?”

Her face flamed. “Y-yes.”

“I’m going to finger fuck you and make you cum. Are you okay with that too?”

“Do you do this every time you… you, um, scene?”

“Every scene is different and private. I’m not going to tell you what I do with them, and I’m not going to tell them what I do with you. Now, answer my question.”

“Yes, Master Parker.”

As soon as she gave her assent, Parker stroked her hair, encouraging her continued obedience. “You brought me a lovely selection of toys, and while it will not happen all at once, I intend to see you experience each and every one of them. I am going to put the collar around your neck so you can feel its constant reminder as to who you belong to. What we do next is entirely up to you.”

Her breasts were beginning to heave as her breathing quickened, coming a little heavier and faster. “Up to me, how?”

“I am going to have you pick a toy. Whatever you chose is what we will do first, but before we are through, you are going to orgasm under my fingers, my lips and my tongue. Not once, not twice, but many times. Look at me, Sinclair. Think about what I’ve just said. If you don’t feel comfortable with any of that, now is the time to tell me.”

Her mouth opened and then closed. Her face turned hot, her cheeks reddening as her nipples thrust out against the confines of her shirt. Parker waited, patient while she struggled internally, reluctant to admit she was on at least some level aroused by what he was suggesting. The assortment of toys she’d brought him pretty much ran the gamut. It was a lot to introduce to someone who’d probably never looked twice at any of these things before. On the other hand, she had bought them all herself, so on some level, there had to be at least a small amount of interest, and he had more than enough experience to make sure she enjoyed each and every new sensation as he introduced them. He would go slowly. He would keep her dancing on the edge of orgasm from start to finish—

I am not going to
have sex with you.

—and he was absolutely certain by the end of it he was going to regret that decision a thousand times over, but Parker was determined. Not this time. Not the first time they played.

Sinclair looked over the toys for a long time. When she turned back to him, an echo of his own determination flared to life in her eyes. “No,” she said, her chin lifting slightly. “There is nothing you’ve said that I-I… I won’t do.”

Softly stuttered, but there again, she lifted her chin at the end.

Admiring that stubbornness, Parker reached down to brush the soft wisps of her hair back from her forehead. “Good girl.” He took the collar off the table. Unclasping the buckle, he squatted down to hold it just inches from sliding it into place around her neck. “Remember,” he gently reminded. “I am in control, but you have all the power you need to stop this at any time. I want your trust, but I know that’s something I have yet to earn. We’re going to start gentle and slow. If you become frightened, if it becomes more than you can bear, use the safeword. If you do, everything stops until we talk it out. Understand?”

She nodded, but he could tell by her expression that her uncertainty was rising again. Well, there was only one way to combat that.

He put the collar around her neck and buckled it into place. He made it snug, not too tight, but enough to make her truly aware of it for every second she spent as his. Once it was on, he stood, hooked his fingers into the leash ring at the front and deliberately drew her up to stand before him. Releasing her, he stepped away to issue his first command. “Pick your pleasure.”

She shivered, an involuntary spasm that she didn’t seem to be aware of as she glanced down at the table. She took her time, looking over her limited selection—the paddle, the kit of beginner anal plugs, the peacock-feathered nipple clips. Slowly, her uncertainty now tainted by raw anticipation, she pointed to the clips.

Trembling, she quickly snatched her hand back and then, as if losing her nerve, tried to back from the table completely. She got half a step before he caught hold of the waist of her jeans, arresting her flight. Pulling her to him, he turned her, putting her back to the table to block her view of everything except what he wanted her to see: him. He cupped her chin, forcing her eyes to his before, without another word, he kissed her.

Her entire body stiffened and stilled, but not for one second did he think it was because she was afraid. This wasn’t fear that he could feel in the softening of her lips, or the tentative way she kissed him back. Over and over, he
coaxed her to taste him back, liking the way she followed his lead with maidenly caresses of her lips on his. She looked positively dazed when he drew back. She touched her lips—soft, pink, puffy from his attention. She looked so damned kissable and in that cheap leather collar, with the rough edges and the lack of soft padding against her tender skin, so damned ownable. She looked… ah, hell. She looked like she was his.