Dom Wars - Round One by Lucian Bane Read Free Book Online

soothe away her fears hit me like a runaway train. And still, I couldn 't resist teasing. "I'll try."
    Her eyes widened. "Try?"
    " I'm kidding sweetheart." I couldn't hold back a chuckle.
    " You're not supposed to call me that," she squeaked, bracing herself as I held her arm in a firm grip.
    The smell of the alcohol swab permeated the air as I disinfected the silken skin of her inner forearm. I bent to blow gently, drying the dampness. I inspected her flawless skin, selecting the best places to make my cuts.
    Her taut muscles vibrated with nervous anticipation and I couldn't keep from stroking her outer arm to alleviate some of her worry. "Ready?" My whisper made her jump a little. "I got you."
    She squeezed her eyes tightly shut. "Just do it!" She held her breath.
    I quickly drew the blade across her skin, careful to keep the cut shallow. A thin line of crimson welled in the little half inch long cut. I repeated the move four more times in quick succession. It was over before she knew it. "Open your eyes."
    Her mouth flew open when she saw the little parallel lines of blood on her forearm. She squealed and danced her feet with a grimace while my stomach turned over. "Why didn't it hurt until now?" She squealed again. "Oh God, how bad is it?"
    I gently pressed a square of gauze to the cuts. "They're hardly bleeding, sweetheart. Like a cat scratch." I kept hold of her arm, loving the size difference and the silky feel of her forearm skin. The towel over my thigh had slipped with all her dancing about, leaving her arm to rest on my bare skin.
    Causing her real pain, even the slight burn of a razor blade cut, wasn 't something I cared to repeat. Even my cock knew the difference between that sort of pain and the kind that enhanced sexual stimulation. It wasn't interested in cutting her either, and had gone soft with the first bite of the blade into her flesh.  
    " Okay, so we're done?"
    I wiped more blood from her arm. "Aftercare."
    " What?" She blinked as if she'd never encountered the term before.
    " Rules for after play. Look it up."
    I… I remember. Reading that. I mean I believe you. " She looked at her arm again, seeming almost shocked when fresh blood flowed to the surface. "So how do we do this after care crap and is it worth points?"
    I took the collar off her and pulled her by the hand to the bathroom. "No. I just tend to you however you need."
    " I don't need, so can we skip?"
    " No, you can't. Getting an infection in your cuts would be a stupid move, don't you think?"
    She nodded a little while dabbing at the gauze. "True."
    I found antibiotic ointment and bandages in the first aid kit and put them on the wide double vanity, then patted the counter. Her ass didn 't quite reach so I lifted her up to sit between the twin basins.
    Before she could feel awkward about a naked man standing between her knees, I held her outstretched arm and applied the ointment. "So what do you have in mind next?"
    " Um. It's… on my list."
    " Ah." I opened the first bandage and covered the scratch. "Are you having fun yet?"
    She gave me a smile that made me want to walk her out of this fucking world. And into my apartment. "Eh. It's not so bad. Could be worse."
    I snuck another glance at her and caught her staring at my chest. Then she raised her gaze and sledge hammered me with desire. Obeying the hunger in her eyes, I leaned in to kiss her only to have her lean away and out of reach.
    Right. I was the only one willing to indulge her appetites. Not her. Yet. She'd get there.
    I finished bandaging her cuts then helped her down.
    As soon as her feet hit the floor, she promptly hurried back to the living room and I followed, need making every muscle in my body ache. She passed me, heading back toward the bedroom. No, the play room. I followed, curious. She had her little strategy paper out, and for some reason, I found that fucking adorable. Ought to be interesting.
    She glared warily at the neatly organized toys like one might a nest of