A Shot in the Dark

Chapter Six




Paige didn’t know what Carter had in mind when he carried her to the bedroom. She couldn’t speak, even to give him directions, leaving him to push every door open with his foot until he found the right one. When he dropped her on the bed he pointed at her.

“Stay.”

There wasn’t the malice she’d grown used to over the years, a simple command and the promise of pleasure. Paige let her head fall back against the mattress as he moved around the room. Scarves she hardly ever wore were scooped up from their home in her closet to be deposited beside her on the bed.

“Safe word?”

Unlike their first time, Paige knew she had to give him a real answer. “Apples.”

“No chance you’ll be calling that one out mistakenly.” He picked up a blue silk scarf and ran it over his palm. “Strip.”

The shirt came off with ease, though her jeans caused her grief. She managed to toe off her socks before pulling her underwear down and her bra off. Being naked in front of Carter was easier this time. Whether it was from the expression on his face as his gaze slipped down her body, or the way he relaxed as she spread out on the mattress, arms above her head near the headboard, only to be rewarded with a soft growl, Paige wasn’t sure.

“How could anyone…?” Carter snapped his mouth shut and moved to wrap the scarf around her wrists. “Let me know if this gets too tight.”

“I will.”

“I mean it. I don’t want you feeling any discomfort that I’m not expressly giving you. You’re in control here, Paige. Never forget that.”

Once he’d finished the knot, he placed the ends of the scarf in her hands. She thumbed the binding. The knot was loose given he’d used silk. If she didn’t struggle too much, it shouldn’t be a problem.

Carter yanked his shirt off and let his pants fall to the floor. He stood there in his boxers, prominent erection tenting the front.

“Someday I would love to gag you. I hope that’s not a hard limit for you.” He leaned forward and draped the second scarf across her mouth, letting the soft material tease her as he trailed it over her face. “There’s something sexy about the moans a woman makes when she’s gagged. Begging without words, using your whole body, and I have to figure out exactly what you want. Not today, though. Right now I want to hear every sound. I want you to scream and beg and moan until your throat is raw.”

He moved the scarf down to brush the peak of her left nipple. The silk caught on the tip, causing goose bumps to rise down her arm and over her chest. Paige bit down on her bottom lip, not wanting to give in to what he wanted yet.

“I could kill you with kindness if I wanted. Have you ever had someone tease your body to the point where you want to come, but you can’t? That orgasm is a hair’s breadth out of reach for long enough that you think your body is going to explode or you’ll die from the denial? Because when you do come, it’s like your whole world has been rewritten.”

Paige couldn’t stop either the full body shudder or the moan he wrenched from her when he pinched her nipple. She scissored her legs and bucked her hips up, trying to get him to touch her where she knew he wouldn’t. Not for some time.

Carter slapped the side of her thigh. “Settle down. I’m not ready for that yet and neither are you.”

The sting was like a hot balm on sore muscles after a ten-kilometer run. It helped settle both her body and her mind, pulling her back into herself until she focused on nothing but Carter.

She could tell he was watching her carefully, evaluating every move, moan and sigh she made. Canting her hips, she hoped to encourage him into action. He narrowed his gaze, evaluating what she needed. Paige bucked her hips again, hoping he would understand even when she didn’t.

Paige was surprised when he reached in and slipped the silk scarf beneath her leg, to tie it high up her thigh, where the limb met her body. The material was constricting, applying pressure in a way she wasn’t used to. Shifting on the bed caused it to pull hard, chafing the skin and putting in her hands all the control over how much or little she wanted the pain to be.

With a sigh, she relaxed into the mattress and let herself float.

He understood.

“There is so much I want to show you.” His fingers teased her nipples, pinching and twisting the skin. “Can I, Paige?”

The sting of his forefingers on her nipple was a blessed relief, as was the thrust of his fingers into her cunt. Rick had never done this for her, turned her on until she questioned her sanity. Carter could take her higher if she let go and trusted him.

With a groan, she made sure he knew he had her full attention. “Yes.”

Much as he had back at the club, an expression of awe and respect echoed over him, before the control of his Dom self wiped the emotions from his face. “Don’t move. I need to get a few things.”

He coiled the silk scarf on her stomach, the end slithering over her side to tickle the skin. She didn’t have a lot of equipment here at the house, not anymore. Carter would need to be creative. Paige closed her eyes to better focus her hearing, to see if she could figure out what he was doing. The fridge opening and closing and the rattle of cups and cupboard doors echoed in her too-quiet home. His returning footsteps elicited a shiver through her.

Paige opened her eyes when Carter entered the room and tried to see what he’d brought back. She frowned at the sight of the bag of frozen peas.

“I wasn’t planning on needing these today.” He tossed a handful of condom packages on the bed beside the peas. “But I’ve been carrying them around since our meeting at the club.”

He ripped open the first condom package and began to fill it with the frozen peas. Paige moaned and tried to twist away from him.

“Stop!”

She complied without thinking.

Carter leaned over her body, but didn’t touch her skin. “You want me to show you?”

Eyeing the condom, she nodded slowly.

“Then stay still.”

“Yes, Sir.” She hated that her voice lacked her normal confidence.

Carter went back to ignoring her, to focus on his preparations. When the condom was three-quarters of the way full, he tied it off, resealed the peas and returned them to the kitchen. Paige could feel the cold bleeding off the condom by her leg and shivered at the idea of where exactly he was going to be putting it.

“I’m going to use another condom to make sure we don’t have any accidents,” he said as he walked back in.

“Where are you going to put that, Sir?”

He chuckled. “Where do you think? Right into your hot little p-ssy, Paige. It’s going to feel amazing to have all those cold little balls rubbing against all those hard-to-reach places. Won’t that be fun?”

Can I shove it up your ass? “Yes, Sir.”

“I can tell you’re excited about it. But I think we’re going to start with this first.”

The small drinking glass was one of the ones she used for juice in the morning. Paige flexed her fingers around the scarf holding her hands in place as Carter took her cooking oil and poured some into the palm of his hand.

“I can tell from your reaction you’ve never done anything like this before. Have you?”

“No, Sir.”

“Have you ever heard of cupping?”

Paige shook her head, her gaze locked onto the barbeque lighter he’d dug up from her junk drawer.


“Don’t worry, I’m not going to burn you. I only need to heat things up a little bit.” Igniting the lighter, Carter held the flame just inside the cup. He moved it around without touching the glass, which fascinated Paige.

“It’s not going to scar, is it?” Rick had threatened her with a lighter once, but thankfully he’d never followed through.

“Nope. I’ve seen too much of that shit at work to get off on doing it to someone. No, this is all about heating the air to get a little suction going.”

Carter moved over her and, before she had time to realize what he was about to do, he pressed the cup directly down on the top of her breast. Paige cried out at the immediate, intense suction, and the skin inside the cup turned red.

“The ancient Chinese used this as a method to help heal infections, working it alongside acupuncture. Of course, people in the lifestyle soon figured out there was a whole lot more you could do with it.”

With care, Carter slid the glass down her breast until he reached her nipple. He stopped shy of the sensitive spot. “Look at me.”

Paige found it hard to lift her gaze from the glass, and it took Carter’s hand on her chin to break the spell and allow her to comply with his command. She was panting, the air making her lips dry as she tried to fight through the sensations unleashed upon her.

“Keep looking at me, Paige. I need to see your eyes.”

She nodded, wanting desperately to see her skin as he reached out once more and slid the glass over her nipple. The suction sent a bolt to her cunt, making her gush as her orgasm threatened to come. The bastard hadn’t even touched her yet.

“Too much. F*ck, Carter. Sir.”

“I have the perfect thing to make it better.”

He abandoned the cup and reached for the condom. How she’d forgotten about it, Paige didn’t know. Carter slipped a second condom over the first and tied it off.

“I don’t want anything breaking and having to take you to the hospital.” Lifting her leg, he slipped between them, placing her left ankle on his shoulder. “Don’t you dare move.”

Paige’s entire body shook as she thrashed her head. “Too much.”

“You’re doing amazing. This will help.”

Carter probed her with his fingers, opening her lips and spreading her wide. At the first touch of the cold condom, Paige cried out and bucked her hips. Carter’s large hand on her stomach forced her still as he slipped the ice cold pea-filled condom deep inside her p-ssy.

“It’s too much. Too much.” She moaned and squirmed, trying to get away from the cold rush and hot suction.

“No, it’s not, or you’d be safe-wording out. Relax into it. Let the feelings wash over you.” He reached up and moved the cup, shifting the suction from her nipple to the side of her breast. At the same time, he pumped the condom in and out of her, rubbing the frozen bumps against her G-spot.

Nonsense words spilled out of her like water from a tap. Everything around her disappeared into nothing, and her entire existence consisted of the pressure and cold.

As quickly as he’d penetrated her, Cater pulled the condom out and set it out of sight. Reaching up, he slid the tip of his finger underneath the lip of the glass and broke the suction. Paige let her head drop back against the bed and tried to slow her breathing.

“Look at you.” Carter ran a finger along the now-purple skin, sending another surge of pleasure through her. “I could spend all day marking your body. You’re beautiful.”

The suction of his mouth on her nipple was completely different after the pressure from the cup. The skin was more sensitive than she’d ever felt in her life. She tried to pull her hands free, wanting to push his head away, but the silk scarf held her tight. F*ck, she needed to come.

Releasing her with a pop, Carter sat back and reached for the barbeque lighter once again. “Ready for some more?”

He didn’t wait, drizzling some of the cooking oil on her stomach before grabbing the cup and heating the air once more. The pressure on her stomach was different from her breasts. The pressure bordered on agony as he got close to her ribs, only to back away before he hit the bone.

It was different from the sharp bite of a flogger across her ass or back. The pain burned and stretched, pushing her to the edge of her limits before Paige found herself relaxing into it. She lost the ability to focus, and the blessed numbness of her brain allowed her to simply let go. There was nothing beyond the sensations. Nothing beyond what Carter would give to her.

“Paige, look at me again,” the voice was asking her, but she was slipping away from it. Fingers on her chin and the feeling of her head moving. “Paige, still with me?”

Somewhere in her head she knew she should answer. But it was too perfect, the pain and pleasure all jumbled together in her body.

The pop of the cup being released from her stomach gave her a jolt. She sucked in a deep breath, as if she’d been holding it for hours. Carter rained kisses across her face, muttering words she no longer had the capacity to recognize.

She needed to come. Needed it badly.

“You will, baby. I’m going to make you come now. But I need to know if you can handle this? Can you take more?”

“Please.”

“Look at me.”

She found his beautiful hazel eyes and did her best to hold on to his gaze. The smile on his face shone up into his eyes as he pressed a kiss to her lips. “I want you to come when you can. Understand? Don’t hold anything back.”

“Y-yes, S-s-sir.”

He spread her p-ssy lips wide, pausing only for a moment to finger her gently, before he pressed the cup with the heated air to her *.

Paige screamed. In her mind’s eye she could see the sensitive skin turning bright red as the blood rushed to the surface. It was stronger than any man’s mouth had ever been, creating a glorious pressure she couldn’t escape. The press of the cold condom once again into her p-ssy had her orgasm crashing over her.

Carter f*cked her through her release, rubbing the frozen balls in the right spot. Her body convulsed, muscles tightened, and her throat went raw from the unending screams pouring out of her. Finally, the cold was gone and the suction was broken, leaving her completely lifeless on the bed.

She didn’t realize she’d been crying until Carter took the orphaned scarf and used it to dry her face. The silk holding her wrists had to be cut off—she’d twisted and turned it tight, and now her hands were getting cool from lack of circulation. Carter moved each of her arms down, massaging her shoulders and biceps, helping the sensation return to them.

Paige wanted to help, wanted to sit up, shift around, anything to move, but her body wouldn’t cooperate.

Once he’d fixed her up, freeing her body, Carter stretched out beside her. “Better?”

She nodded. “F*ck me?”

He opened his mouth and she knew he was going to say no. Drawing on strength she didn’t know she possessed, Paige rolled onto her stomach and, with agonizing slowness, drew her knees beneath her chest and somehow lifted her ass in the air in offering.

“F*ck me.”

“Paige, I—”

“Please, Sir. Carter. I need…I want you to…”

“Shh, shh, shh. It’s okay. I wasn’t going to. This isn’t about me. But you want me to? Honestly?”

With her face pressed into the mattress, she nodded, rubbing her nose against the harsh fabric. Carter ran a hand down her ass, squeezing the flesh.


“Shit. Okay, baby. Don’t move. Not a muscle and I’ll give you what you want.”

The sound of another condom being opened had her heart soaring. Paige waited, listened, trying to picture what he looked like sliding the condom over his cock. Shit, she hadn’t even seen him completely naked yet. Still, she could afford to wait for that pleasure if he would only f*ck her into the mattress now.

The pressure of his hands on her hips, holding her where he wanted, nearly made Paige jump. But the constant stroke of his thumb against the small of her back helped to settle her nerves. He lined up his cock and nudged the opening of her p-ssy.

Everything was still on overdrive as he pushed his way into her. Carter sucked in a sharp breath, holding himself still once he was seated deep in her body.

“Christ, I can still feel how cold your p-ssy is. It must have felt amazing having that frozen cock inside you. Did you like that, Paige? A nice cool cock before having my hot one inside you?”

“Yes. So good.”

“Can you squeeze me? I want to feel you.”

She found the strength to tighten her vaginal muscles, clenching his cock as he pulled back and thrust in once more.

“I’m not going to last long. I’m going to f*ck you hard. Come again if you can.”

She didn’t think it was possible, but as Carter began to pound into her at a steady pace, the vibrations sent little jolts to her *.

“C-can I touch myself?” Her tongue wet her bottom lip, and she touched the quilt with the tip.

“No.” But he didn’t leave her hanging. Instead, Carter leaned over her body, braced himself with one hand and reached between her legs with his other.

He rubbed circles on her * with this thumb, keeping the same rhythm as his thrusts. Paige widened her legs, giving him better access and helping to drive his cock as far as he could into her. Within a matter of seconds, a second orgasm, every bit as powerful as her first, sucked out every last bit of life from her. When she didn’t think she’d be able to hold on any longer, Carter’s thrusts lost their rhythm and he cried out.

They collapsed, Carter covering her body with his, his cock still hard and twitching inside her. He moved her hair aside and pressed a kiss to her shoulder. His heavy weight was a reassuring presence as she found herself slipping back into reality from the narrow world of her subspace.

“Hey, you still alive?” he whispered as he pulled her into his arms. “I need to know if I should call the paramedics.”

“Still here,” she slurred before exhaustion won.





Paige wasn’t sure how long she’d slept, but the shadows of the late afternoon stretched long across her bed by the time she could once again open her eyes. She ached all over but wasn’t in any pain beyond what she’d normally feel after a hard f*ck. She ran her fingers over the breast where he’d put the cup, letting the ache of the light bruise worm its way through her.

Carter was sleeping. The relaxed expression on his face was a change from his normally intense look. It made him more handsome, if that was even possible. The slight upturn of his lips gave him the appearance of a man pleased with himself.

Hesitantly, Paige lightly rested her hand on his chest, waiting to make sure she hadn’t woken him, before playing with the light dusting of hair that covered him. She was sated, a deep sense of peace she’d rarely experienced before running through her. Rick had never done this for her, taken her outside of herself to a place where she could simply exist. No pressure, no expectations, only being.

“God, you think loud.” Carter’s voice was barely more than a rumble.

Paige snorted softly and rested her chin on his chest. “Sorry.”

Cracking one eye open, he smiled at her. “You okay?”

“A bit sore, but nothing I can’t handle.”

“Was it too much for you?”

Instead of answering, she nipped at his nipple.

“Okay, I’m sorry. You’re superwoman.”

“And don’t you forget it.”

He tightened his hold around her. “What are we going to do about Rick?”

“We?” Rolling her head to the side, she dug her chin further into his chest and ignored his wince. “I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to even lay eyes on him.”

“I know a*sholes like him. Now that he knows you’re trying to get back into the scene, he’ll do whatever he can to get to you. You pissed him off by walking away. He’s not going to let you forget him while you go off with another Dom.” He shifted, letting his fingers trace down her back. “If you decide that’s even what you want to do.”

Until she’d run into Carter, Paige hadn’t considered dating anyone else. She’d been tempted to try an anonymous club, but the idea of being surrounded by strangers, letting someone tie her up and push her limits, hadn’t held an appeal. Then again, Carter had been a stranger until recently, and she felt like she’d known him for years.

Resting her cheek against his chest, Paige was beginning to think she could be happy if she could deal with Rick once and for all.

“If I met the right person, I might be convinced.”

“The right person?”

“He would have to be a good listener, but someone who knows when to push my buttons. He also needs to have an active imagination so I can try weird and wonderful new things.”

Her head was jostled as he chuckled. “You liked that, huh?”

“Yup.” She kissed his chest. “Unexpected too.”

“You were too.”

“Not a bad thing, I hope.”

Weaving his fingers through her hair, he placed a kiss to the top of her head. “Not even a little. In fact, I think it might be one of the better things to have ever happened to me.”

The sudden tightness in her throat choked off any response she could verbalize. Silently, she promised herself she would deal with Rick, say goodbye to him once and for all and move on with her life.

Because for the first time in years, Paige had something and someone to look forward to.