Free WhatHeDemands (domination erotica) by Tawny Taylor

brothers, or her sister, Rin.
    Lei’s hungry gaze wandered up and down his body at leisure
now, taking in the full glory of his heavily muscled form. He was wearing a
simple outfit—black, snug-fitting knitted shirt and tailored trousers, no
leather for this man—but still Lei could make out the rippling bulges and clean
lines defining each muscle as he lifted his arm and flicked his wrist. The
leather tails of his flogger sailed through the air toward their target, and
Lei’s breath caught in her throat.
    Malek was not just any dom. He was the dom. The one
who made her blood pound hard and hot through her veins. If only submitting to
him wouldn’t mean her destruction.
    Warm and tingly all over, even though her insides ached a
little at knowing she would never—could never—know the pleasure of submitting
to her master, Lei stood in that dark corner, just out of his sight, and
watched as Malek trained a submissive. The sub, a male, clearly enjoyed every
stroke of the lash, as evidenced by the look of utter rapture on his face . . .
and the large bulge pressing against the only garment he was wearing, the snug
black G-string. Like Malek, the sub was lean, firmly muscled, bronzed, attractive.
He was also delightfully responsive. She wouldn’t mind taking him back to her
private suite sometime.
    Since being rescued from a nightmarish life as a sex slave,
Lei had come to this private bondage club to exorcise her demons. One of her
previous owners had trained her to dominate him. As it turned out, his kink had
become her salvation. Now she was the one in control. She was the one holding
the whip, tying the knots, instead of receiving the blows or being bound and
forced to fuck.
    Free now from that horrendous life, she couldn’t seem to
stop herself from seeking out opportunities to dominate men. She wasn’t sure
why. She received no sexual fulfillment from it. She received no emotional
fulfillment either. She was still the empty shell of a girl she’d been the day
her sister had bought her out of hell.
    But now she was an empty shell with a compulsion.
    And a fascination with a certain dom.
    As Malek released his submissive from his restraints, in
preparation for a change in position, Lei tried to walk away.
    But she couldn’t. Her feet simply wouldn’t move.
    Her body was tight. Hot. Her heart was pounding. It was as
if she were lowering to her knees before Malek, waiting breathlessly for his
next command.
    Malek ran his fingertip down the sub’s spine.
    A tiny shudder of pleasure quaked through Lei’s body. Her
pussy clamped tight against an aching emptiness. She licked her dry lips and
curled her fingers into fists.
    What would he do next?
    The submissive settled on his knees on the floor, butt
lifted high, rather than resting on his heels. He tipped his head down.
Waiting. Patiently.
    Lei had been forced into that position too many times to
count. She’d never voluntarily kneeled before a man. She couldn’t now. But that
didn’t stop her from imagining herself in the submissive’s place at this
moment. If she closed her eyes, she could feel Malek’s gaze sweeping up and
down her body. Her skin burning. Her nerves prickling.
    It was anxiety and anticipation both. A touch of fear
coupled with the expectation of good things, wonderful things. Of unimaginable
pleasure. And glorious pain.
    If only . . . if only . . .
    “Is that a smile I see?” Malek’s voice was unexpectedly
light, playful. His tone both put her at ease and made her that much tighter.
    “No,” the submissive answered.
    “No, Master, ” Lei whispered to herself as she opened
her eyes. Such a show of defiance surely deserved a punishment. She didn’t want
to miss this.
    What would Malek do?
    A chill skittered up her spine.
    Malek’s brow lifted, but he said nothing.
    Ah, he was going to let his submissive wait, wonder.
    She unclenched her hands and dragged her sweaty palms down
the sides of her legs. A huge lump congealed in her throat.