by Poppy Flynn
"You have it; you know you do," Christian protested.
"No, I don't know," Trinity disagreed gently. "A lot of people within the lifestyle do not want, and neither do they expect, a contract to be exclusive and immutable and I accept that as their own choice. I simply do not choose to accept it as my own. If I take the time to provide service, in whatever form it may take, for a Dominant, then my expectation is that his whole attention is on me and not whatever sub he might be fucking next."
Christian kissed her forehead and then her lips. "You have my word," he replied sincerely. "I would never have done any different. I would never disrespect you like that, but I accept that you need to have it formally acknowledged."
Trinity nodded once, accepting his word as truth, and then a beautiful smile transformed her entire face. "So, let's get this thing started then," she returned cheekily, bounding up from the chair and breaking the sombre spell.
Christian laughed and jumped up after her, reaching forward to slap her butt with a swift backhander before he followed her brisk pace out of the room.
"So, where are we headed?" he asked as he caught up and took her hand in his.
Trinity pressed her lips together and looked at him from beneath her eyelashes. "Umm…I don't know, what did you have in mind, Sir?" she asked demurely.
Christian broke out into a happy peal of laughter, then taking her by surprise, he scooped her up in a fireman's lift and tossed her over his shoulder, placing a sharp slap on her ass and making her squeal out loud as she grabbed hold of his belt to keep her balance.
"Feeling sassy, are we?" He chuckled good naturedly as he strode off though the dungeon area toward a free St. Andrew's cross. "Well, it just so happens, I know some very ingenious ways to put a sassy submissive in her place."
"Front or back to the cross?" he asked seductively as he allowed her to slide down the rigid length of his torso. It wasn't the only thing that was rigid, Trinity noted, her mouth suddenly dry. In her mind, she was already imagining him naked and sweaty and pulsing against her.
She shuddered at the potency of her errant thoughts; she just couldn't help it. Thank God she'd already elicited a promise from him, because she could already feel her willpower slipping away where Christian was concerned.
"Front," she groaned, closing her eyes against his knowing stare as he turned her around and whispered, "Strip!" in her ear.
Trinity's fingers shook and she fumbled as she undid the clasps on her shiny bronze coloured corset. So much for appearing the epitome of poise and grace. She was stumbling along like a complete neophyte on her first outing.
Making a concerted effort to steady herself, Trinity peeled out of the miniscule brown suede skirt she was wearing and folded everything neatly, placing it all in the tray of the toy trolley next to the station they were using. Then she dutifully stepped toward the cross until her belly met the cool wood and waited patiently for Christian's next instruction.
She felt the heat of his body against her back as he stepped close, and her body trembled at his nearness and the intimacy. It had been a long time since she had felt this invested in a scene. In fact, she wondered if there had ever been a scene in which the outcome had meant so very much to her and realised that the answer was no.
As he lifted her arms and secured each wrist to the cuffs set in the smooth wood, she accepted that this scene was one that had the potential to define every scene she took part in the rest of her life, like some kind of yardstick. The thought sent another shiver, this time of apprehension, through her because it occurred to her that scening with Christian had the ability to ruin her for everything to come.
Whether she liked it or not, whether she wanted to admit it or not, her emotions were heavily engaged in this scene, whereas any that had gone before had merely been an act of play. This was so much more than any of those had ever been, and Trinity couldn't help but wonder exactly where that would leave her when Christian was gone.
Don't think like that! the little voice inside her head scolded. He's gone before, so it won't be the first time. It won't even be the worst time. You managed then, and you'll manage now. At least, this time, you have a specific end date to work with.
Trinity accepted the advice of the voice of reason inside her head as Christian moved to secure her feet. She just wasn't quite convinced about whether things would be better or worse when he moved on again. True, there was a contract and it would come to a natural end, but Christian was about to invade one of the most sacred parts of her life, the last bastion she held that defied his influence. After this, there would be no part of her life that he hadn't touched, and therefore, no sanctuary.
Chapter 13
Trinity threw herself on her bed the following day and lay there, spread across it diagonally, arms flung out to her side, staring at the ceiling as if it held the answers to life, the universe, and everything Christian Knightley.
Her body was still humming after their intense scene the evening before and Trinity wanted to crawl out of her skin, she was so damn horny.
The scene they had shared had been phenomenal. Truly, one of the most fulfilling of her entire life, but as she had feared, it just left her even more conflicted about her feelings for Christian than she was before. She was in danger of falling all over again—if indeed, she had ever truly gotten over him the first time—and that wasn't something Trinity really wanted. The whole idea had the future looming cold and lonely ahead of her. The contract was all well and good, but it was finite, and it had an expiry, one that crept closer with each passing day. All too soon, Christian would be gone from her life once again. And where would that leave her if she had been stupid enough to have fallen in love with him all over again? Or did it really make any difference at all? Her entire adult life seemed to have revolved around Christian. The years he had been out of her life, it was almost as if she had just been treading water.
Her mind flitted back to the previous night and the recent memories swarmed her mind.
When Christian had finished securing the cuffs to her ankles, he had remained crouched behind her for several seconds, drawing his fingers from her ankles to her calves to that sensitive crease behind her knees. Across the back of her thighs, sweeping over the swell of her buttocks and then into the dip of her waist as he rose and pressed his thumbs into the base of her spine. He had proceeded to massage lightly up her back and across the breadth of her shoulders, stopping briefly to give a little attention to her neck, before feathering his fingers lightly along the length of her arms, until, reaching her restrained wrists, he traced the leather and subtly checked her circulation. Pressing himself close along the length of her back, he threaded their fingers together against the cross. His breath seemed to scorch the sensitive skin of her neck as he nuzzled behind her ear, and Trinity couldn't hold back the quiver of desire as he laved the area with his tongue and then bit down on that erogenous zone where her neck met her shoulder. Trinity had felt her pussy flood immediately. God, what this man did to her with just the most basic of touches.
"I'm going to flog you first. Do you have any problem with that?" he murmured, his voice rumbling in her ear.
"No, Sir," she voiced her consent, but there was little volume to the assent, her breath had all been stolen.
Behind her, she heard the rustle and flick of the thick falls of the flogger as Christian shook them out and made a practice swing, the fronds swishing quietly in the air.
And then they were on her, the wide, thuddy fronds curling around and licking at her buttocks and thighs, kissing and caressing and warming as Christian played a deft and practiced figure eight movement against her pinkening skin. He moved carefully upward, treating her upper back and shoulders and lulling her into a lovely, mind-stilling place.
When he stopped, she felt a brief loss, but she was satisfyingly languid, and she watched Christian with half lidded eyes as he walked around to the front of the cross so he could see her.
"I'm going to give you a spankin
g, now you're nicely warmed up," he told her, his voice all sexy and gravelly. "What would you like me to use?"
Her mind was a blank, but since he'd asked her a direct question, she forced out a proper reply, "I'm happy with whatever gives you the most pleasure, Sir." And it was true. Trinity lived to please, and pleasing Christian in whatever way she could was a pleasure in itself.
Trinity's gaze was trained on Christian, but when his hands dropped to his waist and the telltale clink of his buckle being unfastened caught her attention, her eyes diverted there instead. She watched him slowly pull his belt loop from loop until it was completely freed, then he doubled it and gave it a tug. Trinity's eyes flew back up to his, pupils dilated, lips slightly parted, and she was only peripherally aware of the way his mouth tipped up on one side as he acknowledged her reaction.
Walking close, he snagged his hand around her neck and rubbed the side of his nose against her cheek. "How many?" he murmured in her ear, nipping the lobe between his teeth.
Trinity gulped, her tummy flipping and her sex clenching. "As many as you wish, Sir," she answered hoarsely.
The hand at the back of her neck had squeezed in acknowledgement and he'd drawn his tongue along the seam of her lips, stealing a kiss that was over too quickly before stepping back and pulling something out of his pocket.
"I have another little treat for you before we start," he promised, before holding up a small velvet pouch. He poured the contents into his palm, but she couldn't see what it was.
Stepping closer once again, he palmed one of her breasts, teasing the already taut nipple, pinching and twisting the hard, little tip until she closed her eyes and moaned in delight. "I see my memory hasn't deceived me," he said with a wicked grin. "I seem to recall these little nibs being so very sensitive!"
Trinity's breath shuddered out. It was true. Her breasts might not be overly large, but they were hugely sensitive, something a lot of men overlooked because of their size. She wasn't sure what turned her on more, the fact that Christian was deliciously torturing each little nub or the fact that he'd remembered.
When he'd treated both nipples to the expertise of his mouth as well as his fingers, and Trinity was panting and wondering if she might come from nipple stimulation alone, Christian took her by surprise and deftly attached a pair of clover clamps to her beaded nipples.
Trinity sucked in a breath at the first pinch. As sensitive as she was, it always hurt like a bitch when they were first attached, but as soon as the second clamp was in place, the pain morphed into a delicious heat that swept through her entire body. Trinity felt a sheen of perspiration prickle the back of her neck and across her shoulders as the sensations swamped her senses and heat bloomed between her legs, making her ache to be filled.
"Please, Christian…" she groaned then yelped as a sharp slap landed on her pussy.
"What is my name, Trinity?" he growled.
"Umm…Sir?" she supplied, only to receive another spank which scrambled her mind all the more and had her lust ratcheting up another notch. How was she supposed to think when he was doing such delicious things to her body?
"More specific," he demanded as Trinity panted and tried desperately to bring her brain back online.
"Master?" she whimpered, but Christian delivered another blow to her hot, quivering pussy, and Trinity wailed, she was so very close. One more slap to her pussy and she'd explode.
"More specific!" Christian exclaimed. Then he ran his fingers through her drenched folds and growled. "You do not have permission to come."
"Oh God!" Trinity whimpered, only to be met with another slap to her most intimate area. With her legs stretched wide against the cross, she was completely open and exposed to his hand, and this time, he slipped a finger inside her clenching channel then drew it out and inserted two. Trinity couldn't help herself; she canted her hips forward in a silent plea for more.
"God is not my name either, Trinity." Christian removed his fingers, and she mewled in distress at the loss, but they moved up to slick her throbbing clit with her slippery juices, just enough to tease her maddeningly.
Goddamn it, what did he want her to say? She couldn't hold out much longer against this sensual torment, and her brain was completely stupefied. Christian bit down on her neck then moved along a fraction and bit the fleshy part of her shoulder. His fingers didn't let up in their tender assault. Trinity threw her head back, and an odd groaning, gurgling sound escaped her throat as she frantically tried to control the orgasm she could feel building. She wanted so desperately to please him, but the pleasure he was delivering was insidious, creeping into every part of her bound body. He was close enough that his bare chest rasped against her own, leaving a constant reminder of the clamps he had attached as her nipples throbbed and swelled. Sucking in a loud breath, she struggled to engage her brain, desperately willing herself to fulfil his wishes. It would absolutely kill her to let him down. Her own pleasure was always secondary to her Dom's, for the simple fact that it would be completely diminished if she had to face the humiliation of disappointing him. She was a service submissive; her greatest pleasure came from serving her Master and doing it well. Physical pleasure was always secondary to that, because her mind would be enmired in the shame and indignity of failure, and that would overshadow whatever physical pleasure she had felt. The very thought of failure had the fog clearing in her brain momentarily, but it was enough.
"Night," she rasped triumphantly. "Master Night!"
She felt Christian smile against her shoulder, which he kissed before moving behind her once again and murmuring, "Good girl."
Those little words of praise had her as euphoric as the orgasm that had been building inside her.
When the wide leather strap landed its first stroke against the rounded globes of her backside, Trinity sucked in a contented breath and unconsciously launched up onto her tiptoes. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt this fulfilled and satisfied. The strikes pleased her because they pleased him. Not everyone would understand how her mind and body could work that way. It was just the way she was wired, and she had learned to accept it years ago.
The slap of the belt resounded in her ears, and the pain morphed both physically and mentally into something far more pleasurable. The more Christian spanked her, the more her pleasure grew and the more she wanted to take him inside her body. Not only to appease the raging fire within her, but also to reward him for the wonderful gift he was giving.
When the final strike abated, Trinity mewled in protest. Christian stepped close behind her, cupping her flaming cheeks in his hands and igniting that delicious flare of pain once more as he rubbed.
"No more," he decreed gutturally, harsh desire evident in his voice. "You're dangerously into subspace, and I don't think you're sentient enough to tell me when to stop."
"Yes, Master Night," Trinity automatically replied to his directive, even while her mind floated on another plain. She had a unique ability when it came to subspace, where her brain almost split itself in two. The bigger part soared in ecstasy, but some smaller part always remained aware of her need to please her Master. It didn't work with every Dom she scened with, but with those where her emotions were sufficiently involved, it always happened. Those were the Doms whom she agreed to have intercourse with. Not that there had been many. It was like her body and her brain aligned to give the go ahead that she was safe, even while she floated in a different plane and her mind engaged on a basic level to ensure she still managed to serve her Master effectively. With Christian, there had never been any doubt, but she felt a wave of pure euphoria that her subconscious hadn't let her down. She was far too vulnerable where he was concerned, so to get the reaction she expected from this scene somehow validated her conscious thoughts. Her body never lied.
Returning to face her, Christian disposed of the clover clamps, and Trinity howled as the blood surged back into her sensitive buds. Christian soothed the tortured tips, sucking first one and then the other into the depths o
f his hot mouth, suckling each pebble hard point until the burning eased.
Her pussy wept at the intensity of everything she was feeling and experiencing, both mentally and physically, and Trinity could feel the evidence of her desire coating her labia and dribbling down her thighs. Her core felt empty, consistently clenching around nothing and aching to be filled.
"Please, Master," she begged raggedly. "Please fuck me. I need you so badly!"
"No," Christian growled, but his voice sounded strained even to her own distracted ears.
"Please!" she wailed, plaintively elongating the word.
She was only partially satisfied when Christian dropped to his knees in front of her and licked up the seam of her pulsating sex. He sucked on her labia, licking up all her copious juices before latching on to her clit and suckling hard.
Trinity sobbed with relief, but she still begged for more. "I want your cock, Master Night. I need you to fuck me, please…please…please," she reiterated over and over between panting, sobbing breaths.
"Not tonight, little girl," Christian declared as he replaced his mouth with the inexorable pressure of his thumb as he swirled it around the stiff little nubbin of nerves.
"Now, come for me like a good girl," he commanded. That one directive was all she needed. Trinity detonated with a force she hadn't felt in forever, her pussy clutching futilely and leaving her feeling empty even while the rest of her body soared in ecstasy.
Trinity rubbed her hands across her face and rolled over on her bed, groaning out her frustration into the muffled softness of her feather duvet. She had been horny enough before, reliving the electrifying events of the previous evening had her even more worked up.
She briefly considered getting herself off, but she knew with absolute certainty, it wouldn't help. It might bring a modicum of short-term relief, but what her body really craved was the delicious feeling of a hard, primed body pinning her to the bed while a thick cock filled her up and satisfied those hidden places in both her body and her soul that nothing else could reach.