For this week's Sex Scene Saturday is a steamy scene with hot dominants Princess and Erik, or as they're known in the BDSM world Mistress Agony and Master Pain, from my contemporary interracial BDSM erotic romance novel Corporate Needs available in ebook and print through Phaze Books.
Wearing the drawstring white pants he’d just played in, he padded down the long hallway to Princess’s room. Between steps, intermittent images of Princess flashed in his mind. Princess in her leather skirt. Princess in her sundress. Slipping a corset on her and tightening it around her body, her breasts, cinching in her tiny waist.
By the time he got to her door, sweat rolled down his back. He pounded her door with his fist.
Princess swung it open with as much fervor. “Are you crazy? Why are you pounding on my door like that?”
The door next to hers opened. Dipshit stood with his hands up like a begging dog and a leash hanging from his mouth.
“Not now.” She pointed to her pet.
Dipshit sulked back into his room.
Princess stepped backwards into her room. Erik took that as an invitation.
“That was a rotten thing to do to your client.” Erik strained to keep his gaze from dropping down to check out her body hidden underneath a billowy but short yellow dress. “He needed you.”
“Verbal humiliation is his thing.” Princess adopted the same stance as Erik, arms crossed and angry. “I know you didn’t march all the way over here to lecture me on how I treat my sub, right? Besides, I’m the one who needs to be mad at you.”
Erik felt every wrinkle on his forehead crease even harder. “Mad at me for what? Ever since you’ve met me, you’ve intruded on my life. First you heckle me at my first demonstration.”
“You stole my BDSM name.” She pointed her finger at him.
“Do you really think that you are the only one in the BDSM community with the name Mistress Pain?”
“I spelled it in a cute way, P-A-Y-N-E.”
“It all sounds the same.” Damn, she was cute when she said that. Erik continued, “Then you interrupted my exercising session this morning. And the last straw was when you barged in during my scene. What in the world could I have done that would make you mad at me, especially with everything you’ve done to me so far?”
“Because of all of the crap you said at breakfast, I hardly had an appetite during lunch.”
“You mean during your date?”
“It wasn’t a date.” She flipped her braids off her shoulder. “Why do you seem to care what I do with another employee here? Shouldn’t you be worried about your own business?”
Erik smiled. “When I become your supervisor, this will be one of my concerns.”
She glowered and shook her head. “Eat shit. You storm in this place like you own it and everything in here, and now you want to tell me what to do. Is that why you came down here? You wanted to keep gloating?”
He put his hands on his waist. “No. I wanted to tell you that your little intrusion earlier before my session made me break my concentration. In the twenty years I’ve been a Dom, I’ve never broken my concentration during a play session.”
“And you’re blaming me for that?” Princess chuckled and took a couple of steps toward him, closing in on the gap between them. “And just what were you thinking about, Master Pain?”
Erik’s heartbeat accelerated. Staring at her mouth, the curve of her breast under her dress, the smoothness of her dark skin, he felt so out of control. He watched her body, scanning it for clues, signs, any sort of indication that a reaction from him would be welcomed.
So far Princess had mirrored his actions…until now. After making her inquiry, her gaze dropped. The motion lasted less than a millisecond, but long enough for someone who studied the human body, both as a job and as a lifestyle, to catch the change in attitude. She wrung her hands together as though anticipating something, a command from him maybe.
Light streaming from her window projected through her thin dress to show off her dark areolas. As though he willed it, her nipples hardened. He caught her breath quickening. He watched her pink tongue sliding over her plump bottom lip.
In one smooth motion, Erik framed her face and pressed his lips against hers. As he suspected, they were soft, supple, seductive. She moaned, at least he hoped that noise that groaned through her throat constituted as a moan and not a grunt or any other noise made out of disgust.
His thumbs caressed her cheeks. Her skin matched the feeling of smooth velvet. The texture forced him to imagine what her pussy would feel like with his cock inside of her, sliding in and out. What would she taste like? Would she submit to him?
Submit? Christ, what was he doing? Erik jerked back at the same time that the realization hit him that he was kissing a co-worker, another Dominant.
“Shit!” Erik stared at Princess.
With her eyes wide and her mouth agape, Princess looked as stunned as Erik felt. “Fuck!”
He raked his fingers through his hair, but never broke eye contact with her. “Shit.” How the hell would he explain the kiss to Win? He would have to tell him. If he didn’t, Princess would.
Princess covered her mouth as she left her gaze directed to the floor. “Fuck.”
When she peered up to stare at him—not with shock, but with wonder, like she pondered over possibilities, like Erik had been doing since he’d entered the room—his cock began to engorge.
“Shit.” Why was he so panicked? He and Princess were adults. They hadn’t broken any laws or rules. They shared a moment of mutual attraction satisfied by the kiss.
Princess ran her hands over her stomach and down her legs, gripping the hem of her dress once her hands reached it. “Fuck.”
Now what she said didn’t sound like a pissed off explicative. If Erik wasn’t mistaken, she made it sound like a request.
“Shit.” He’d be a fool to turn away from her…if she, indeed, did want him.
Being a Dominant, she gripped the ties on his pants and pulled them to undo them. “Fuck.”
“Shit.” The hell with it. Erik pushed Princess against the wall next to the door.
As she pushed his pants down, he hoisted her dress up to her waist, revealing that she wore nothing underneath. At her height, he had to scoop her under her ass and elevate her high enough to plunge inside of her.
With one hand holding her, and one leg wrapped around his hips, Erik dipped his fingers in between her pussy lips and found her completely wet as well as clean-shaven.
Princess reached down and wrapped her fingers around his shaft. “Fuck.” Her eyes widened as though she hadn’t expected him to be hard, or maybe it was the size.
Erik didn’t care about what she must have thought. Her touch alone almost made him come. “Shit.” No time to wait or waste.
Erik helped Princess guide the head of his cock to her awaiting hole. In one thrust he pushed inside of her tightness.
“Fuck!” She gripped his shoulders, tightened her legs around him, and curved her hips to allow him a deeper access.
“Shit!” Erik thrust in and out of her. He had imagined she would be tight. What he experienced blew him away.
Most women he’d had sex with felt as though their bodies were made for him. Not Princess. Nothing about her seemed tailor-made for him. Not her height, not her style, not her manner. But, damn if this didn’t feel good. It felt so right.
As he pumped in and out of her, he wrapped her braids around his hand and pulled her head back, making her look up at him, yield to him, realize that if she wanted this, she would belong to him.
In turn, Princess fisted his hair. Each time he tugged her hair, she yanked his until their tug-of-war almost became comical.
Erik dipped his head down far enough to lick her long neck. When he got up to her chin, she pulled his hair up so that she could direct him to her lips. Hungrily, he devoured her mouth, nipping at her bottom lip and invading her mouth with his tongue.
She accepted everything he did, not one whimper, not one cry, not one complaint. Not that he had expected her to do so.
Erik gripped the skinny strap of her dress and pulled it down, exposing her breast. He wanted to suckle it, nibble on her pert nipple, make her cry out for more. Instead he massaged it in his hand. He rolled her hardened nipple around his thumb until she emitted a moan. Then he placed her sensitive pebble between his thumb and index finger and squeezed it.
The pressure caused her to scream, “Fuck!”
Her inner vaginal walls constricted around his cock.
“Shit!” Erik felt her need. He knew she would have to come soon, and damn if he didn’t want to as well.
He stared into her eyes. In that moment—both of them panting, in such great need and desire, ready to explode—they shared an unspoken conversation about what would happen after all of this.
From the light he saw now fading from her eyes, he knew she saw no future between them. If he gauged her reaction correctly, Erik should have been relieved. He’d weakened, and, better yet, he got Princess to crumble. He could use that to his advantage, especially for that dungeon master position.
He gave her nipple another hard squeeze, this time sustaining it until, with legs thrashing and her fingernails raking his bare back, she came hard. Her legs twitched as Erik had his own release deep inside of her. He held himself still, holding his breath until his legs quaked and his lungs burned. Every muscle tensed as though working in concert for this one act, this one orgasm.
After a beat, Erik released a long breath and kissed the side of Princess’s face.
When he brought his head up, he stared at her and she stared back at him. At the same time she said, “Fuck” when he said, “Shit.”
A soft rapping sounded at Princess’s door. “Go away, Dipshit.”
“Um, this is Winston.”
Erik pulled out of Princess and helped her regain her footing on the floor. The sound of Winston’s voice sobered Erik to the reality of what just happened.
Winston said through the door, “I need to see you in my office. Now.”
Princess glanced at Erik. “Okay. I’ll be there in a bit.”
Erik listened for Winston’s heavy footfalls to know when he walked away.
A few seconds later, Erik heard, “And Erik, you come along with her, okay?”
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