OnLocation

by Sindra van Yssel

  “Just the sense that we aren’t alone.”

  He nodded. “I could carry you upstairs.”

  “Like this?”

  “Sure.”

  She knew she wasn’t a particularly light woman, and wondered if his confidence would change once the water wasn’t helping hold her up. She wanted to see him do it. What were the odds, if Gallagher wasn’t up already, that they would encounter him on the way? Small, she knew, but still. “What if we run into him?”

  “I’ll explain that you hurt yourself and can’t walk,” he said with a straight face.

  “Uh-huh.”

  He was already walking up the steps that led out of the pool, lifting her out of the water. If it made a difference to him that she wasn’t floating anymore, he showed no signs other than his muscles tensing more. She ran her hands over his upper arms, feeling the creases between muscles. He had looked good clothed. Naked, he was perfect, something a sculptor would make rather than any man found in nature. She still hadn’t gotten a good sight of his cock, but it felt substantial between her legs.

  “You have condoms?” she asked, one anxiety trading itself for another.

  “Of course.” He set her down on the cement. Maybe I am too heavy for him after all. She sighed.

  He opened the lid of a large plastic box that looked like it could be a cooler. But it wasn’t full of beer, it was full of towels. He got out just one, and not a very large one at that. He wrapped it around her braid and squeezed. The towel couldn’t hold all the water, and she heard it squirting onto the tile. She looked at him, confused. He hadn’t been exactly tender so far and the gesture touched her. Would he dry the rest of her?

  But with her braid finished, he tossed the towel over the deck chair and scooped her up again.

  “What about my body?”

  He grinned. “It’s a very nice body.”

  “Shouldn’t we dry off?”

  “Inside. I like you wet.” His eyes glittered. “In more ways than one.”

  He rubbed his feet on the mat in front of the door rather thoroughly, for all the good it did. Terry was conscious of the fact that she was still dripping. It didn’t seem to bother him at all to walk around naked, carrying a drenched woman in his arms. Maybe he did this sort of thing all the time.

  He carried her up the stairs without any distress evident in his breath, although she could see his muscles straining. To her relief, Gallagher didn’t show. She was surprised when Kyle opened her door rather than his own.

  “I’m going to get the bed wet,” she said. It hadn’t topped the list of her concerns, and she felt bad for the fact she’d been perfectly willing to lie down in whatever state on his bed. She wanted him to get protection on and get inside her as soon as possible. The rest of her body might be wet from the pool, but her pussy was wet from quite a different source. His cock had stayed rock hard the whole way up the stairs, and with every step it jiggled against her.

  “There’s towels in the bathroom.” He set her down a moment before she had been sure he was going to drop her on the bed. “Go get dry, and bring me one too.”

  She hurried to the bathroom, found two towels and brought them back. “Why are we here rather than in your bedroom?”

  He opened the toy drawer and fished out a couple of condom wrappers, holding them up as if that answered her question. Then he tossed them onto the bed. She had a hard time paying attention. His cock was jutting out toward her and it was magnificent, long and thick and as straight as a ruler. She reached out her hand to touch it and then pulled back, not sure what the rules were.

  He took one of the towels from her and rubbed himself briskly and efficiently with it. He looked over her body with naked desire. She set about drying herself, feeling self-conscious about what she bared and what she covered. She wasn’t quite done when he grabbed the towel and ripped it from her grasp. He tossed it into the bathroom with his own. “Enough,” he said.

  She looked into his eyes, ready to argue, and thought better of it.

  “I’m no teacher, and you’re a novice,” he said.

  She nodded.

  “But we’ll make the best of it.”

  “Where do you want me?” She wondered if an experienced submissive would know without asking. What did he expect from a woman? Could she measure up?

  He sat down on the bed. “Where I put you.” He grabbed her and pulled her over his lap, and she found herself with her head almost touching the floor and her ass in the air. She put her hands on the floor, palms down for balance. Suddenly he administered a loud, stinging slap. She was aware of the sound first, then the pain blossomed on her bottom.

  “What was that for?”

  He spanked her again. “Lesson one. In the bedroom, or at any time we’re not in front of that cameraman, you’re to address me as Sir. If you don’t, you will be spanked. It will hurt. There will not be a warm-up or a warning.”

  “But I didn’t know!” she cried. It didn’t seem at all fair to her to punish her for breaking rules she hadn’t been told.

  “You do now.” He spanked her again.

  She could feel her pussy warming at the blow, even as the pain spread over her bottom. Traitor. It still didn’t seem fair. “But I didn’t then! Sir!” She turned her head in time to see his hand cock back so she had a little warning. “Sir!” she cried again, just in case.

  “Better.” His hand still landed, but it was soft, and he caressed her still stinging backside with almost loving affection.

  “It doesn’t seem fair, Sir.”

  He rubbed her bottom in big circles, and she wasn’t sure if he was making the sting feel better or worse. Both, perhaps. “It isn’t,” he said. “It won’t be. If I want to spank you for no reason at all, I will. Including for arguing about fairness. You have a safe word. Otherwise, your ass is mine.” He gave it a squeeze.

  Her face felt hot. She hoped he couldn’t see it very well from where he was. She wondered what was redder, her face or her butt. “Yes Sir,” she said, because he seemed to be waiting for a response.

  “Your pussy is also mine.” He pushed her legs apart and entered her with two rough fingers. She gave no resistance. She couldn’t deny her desire to him because he could feel it. She moaned as he thrust his fingers inside her, curling them to rub against her G-spot. She hadn’t expected that. She’d expected to be used for his pleasure, perhaps. Given some pain. Taken roughly with enthusiasm, if not much skill. But clearly he’d taken some time to learn how to pleasure a woman. His other hand ran over her back and her thighs, making her feel warm all over. He knew how to touch her—not so soft it tickled and not too rough either—and all of her body seemed to be of interest to his questing fingers.

  She closed her eyes and concentrated on his fingers. The pressure grew in her core with each stroke. He slid his slick fingers out to rub her clit for a moment, then thrust them back in. It was enough to drive her crazy. It was enough to make her come if he kept it up. She didn’t think she was that easy to get off and she pushed away the thought that maybe it was being spanked that made her so ready.

  Her body started to tense up. She was ready to explode. It was humiliating, being so easy. Coming in this position. Did he know what he was about to do to her, how close he had her?

  He pulled his fingers out suddenly and she moaned in frustration. He lifted her off his lap and lay down with her stretched out on the bed. His hands roamed over her body, tracing the lines of her arms, her neck, her breasts and her stomach, as if he was memorizing every curve and bump. “I was about to come!” she complained. She knew she was whining, but she was so close.

  “You were,” he said and pulled her on top of him suddenly. It felt odd to be on top when he was supposed to be in control. It wasn’t until his hand came smacking down on her ass that she realized why he’d done it.

  “Sir! Sir! Sir!”

  “Better.”

  “I was about to come, Sir.”

  “Not without permission.”

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p; “Do you have to ask permission, Sir?” She knew she shouldn’t ask and she flinched in expectation of the swat to follow.

  “Never. But I do need a condom.” He nodded to where they sat. “Roll one on me and I’ll fuck you hard.”

  She didn’t need any further encouragement. She ripped open the foil and pulled out the condom, then grabbed his cock with her left hand. It felt like an iron bar, but it was warm and pulsing. She stroked it slowly rather than putting the sheath on right away because her instinct was to tease, but she realized she was only delaying her own gratification. She put the condom to his tip and rolled it down, giving his shaft a gentle squeeze when she was done.

  “Good.” She expected him to push her down and mount her, but he had other plans. He grabbed some rope from the still open toy drawer and grabbed her wrists, pulling them up above her head. She struggled. She remembered he had rejected her objection to ropes, but she still assumed he’d steer away from them. But in seconds her wrists were tied together, and from there to the head of the bed.

  “You said you’d fuck me,” she said.

  He glowered.

  “Sir,” she added, although he’d tied her so she was facing up and it would have been awkward but not impossible to flip her over for a spanking. The rope would twist.

  “I didn’t say right away. You’re not as aroused as you could be.”

  If she were any more aroused, she thought she’d scream. She’d been ready to pop a minute ago and she wasn’t far off now. “You’re very aroused, Sir.”

  “Yes, I’d like nothing better than to sink my cock into your nice hot wet pussy right now, but when I do I want you to come like there’s no tomorrow.”

  “Why, Sir?” For all his domineering, he seemed to put her pleasure first, in a fucked-up kind of way. She wanted her release, he knew it and he was denying her.

  “Because I want to feel it when you do.” He retrieved one of the floggers from the drawer. It had more long tails of soft leather than Terry could easily count, and each was an inch wide. It looked wicked, although she supposed it could be worse. “By the way, saying Sir after I glare at you doesn’t count. So the first one will be punishment.”

  “You’re going to whip me, Sir?”

  “Flog. Whips are nastier. To tell you the truth, I’d never bother with this wimpy thing most of the time.”

  Oh. She supposed that should be a relief. He was going easy on her.

  “But on a sufficiently sensitive spot and used right I think it can produce the right effect.”

  Uh-oh.

  He traced idle circles around her nipples. She tried to will herself to be calm, not to react, but her body had other ideas. Her nipples bunched and hardened, sticking up toward the ceiling. He pinched them between his thumbs and forefingers, making them peak even more. Then he pulled. Did he intend to use that thing on her breasts? She supposed so, or he wouldn’t be paying them so much attention. The more her nipples ached, the more she wanted to feel it. Maybe it would be a relief, even.

  He flicked the flogger lightly over her breasts and it didn’t hurt at all. It was more a strange caress than pain, the creamy leather sliding over her smooth skin. The smell of it was somehow reassuring as well, like the sofa at her parents’ place. He stood up from the bed, still leaning over her, and brushed the flogger across her harder. It stung, but it wasn’t bad. And damn him if the sparks from her breasts weren’t going straight to her pussy, making that ache too. “Please, Sir.”

  “You haven’t received your punishment stroke yet.” He smirked. “And that’s the part I’m looking forward to.”

  “Sadist.” She blanched as his expression darkened. She shouldn’t have called him that name, apparently.

  He smirked. “Right you are. That’s sadist, Sir. And that would be a second punishment stroke. I do enjoy it, Teresa. If I ask you to suffer for me, you’ll always know that you are doing it for my pleasure as well as for instruction. Always. And right now.”

  The flogger’s tails flew forward. She’d learned something about them from the strokes she had received. The tails got in the way of each other, and when they struck with the broad edge the blow was spread out over her breasts, the way the leather of a softball glove spread out the pain of catching a line drive, even if you didn’t get it quite in the webbing. All of which meant that she was completely unprepared for the shock as the very tips of the tails flicked against her left nipple. It was totally different, sharper. She reached to cover her breasts and protect herself, but only ended up yanking against her bonds. As he swung the flogger down against the other nipple, she thought to thrust her chest forward, hoping to catch a set of broad, flat tails rather than the tips, but he adjusted his stroke perfectly. Her peaks were on fire. “Ow!”

  The fucking bastard was grinning at her.

  “That hurt!” Then she added, “Sir,” because she didn’t want him to have an excuse to do it again.

  “Yes,” he agreed calmly, and bent down to kiss a tender peak. That might have soothed the burn, but then he sucked on it, bringing it back again. Each time he sucked he pulled on a string of nerves that ran straight from her nipple to her core. He thrust two fingers into her pussy and they went in easily. She moaned. Her body shouldn’t be reacting this way to pain. It wasn’t normal. It wasn’t right. Yet at some level, she had known it would when she sat down and started flirting with Kyle the first time. She’d always enjoyed it when her lovers got carried away and a playful kiss had turned into a bite. Always hated it when they apologized instead of telling her they had meant to do it.

  Kyle didn’t seem like the apologizing type.

  “Seems I’m not the only one who enjoys a little pain.” He had a self-satisfied smile on his face that under any other conditions she would have wanted to wipe off a man.

  “No,” she protested.

  “You like it too, don’t you?”

  “No Sir.”

  He nodded, as if expecting that answer. She didn’t think it sounded very credible. Didn’t he feel how wet her pussy was when he slid his fingers in so easily? She gave a gasp as he withdrew them.

  “Well,” he said, “it was worth a try, hmm? Now you know. No worries. I’ll get you untied, and you don’t ever have to do this sort of thing again.”

  She would have believed he was sincere if it weren’t for the fact that the smile hadn’t gone away. He wasn’t really going to stop.

  Then he reached up to untie her. She remembered insisting on not being tied up. It seemed like a long time ago, as if it were something that had happened to a different person. He might know better than to believe her, but he was still going to follow through. That too seemed entirely consistent with this strange man. She’d tried to bargain with him before, but he hadn’t backed down. There wasn’t much give to him at all, it seemed. His latex-covered cock was still standing straight but he didn’t let it distract him from working at the knots around her wrist.

  “Please, Sir.”

  “Please untie you?”

  She shook her head. “Please don’t.”

  “Why?”

  Because I don’t want you to. But she knew that wouldn’t be enough. “I do. I do like a little pain. Here. With you. Please, Sir.”

  “Please what?”

  “Please do whatever you want, Sir.” She knew when she said it that it probably went too far. The wicked grin he gave her made her shiver. She barely knew him. She didn’t know what “whatever you want” might entail.

  “Good girl,” he told her. She beamed, and then questioned her reaction. She ought to see it as demeaning, but she was glad he was pleased too. He got her attention back as he tightened the rope around her wrist where he had gotten it loose, and then moved down the bed. He pulled her legs apart. “I want to do to you now what I’ve wanted to do since last night.”

  “What was that, Sir?”

  “Fuck you. Hard.”

  He positioned his cock at her entrance and paused for only a moment. Then he pushed inside, fill
ing her completely with one thrust. She expected him to start moving in and out. The brief moment of fear and distrust was gone. The way she felt, she didn’t think it would take her long at all to come.

  Instead he stayed inside her. She didn’t remember ever feeling quite so full. He glided his hands up her belly to her breasts, and then pressed his fingers and thumbs against the side of her nipples.

  “Would you like me to?” he asked.

  She knew he meant pinch. It would hurt. He would enjoy it too, take pleasure in her pain. She wanted both—her pain, his pleasure. It was hard to admit. She took a sharp breath, then nodded. “Please.”

  He moved his hips back, his cock sliding halfway out of her. Then he thrust forward, rocking her hard, and as he did his fingers closed around her tender peaks and squeezed. She cried out at the sharpness of it. Her pussy clenched around his cock. It felt so wrong and so good at the same time.

  “Good girl,” he said and she relaxed. It was nice when he said it. She was okay, safe. His fingers tightened and the pain hit her again, but it was safe pain. It didn’t warn of some injury. It told her that he was in control, and she was pleasing him by taking what he gave her. The truth was, it pleased her too. The pinches sent aftershocks over her whole body. They made her toes curl. She felt more alive than she’d ever been.

  Each thrust of his cock filled her pussy and drove her body hard into the bed. She looked for his eyes, and the smile was gone from them, but it had been replaced with something better, a driving need. Good. She was about to come. He looked like he was too.

  He said something about permission. But it was too late for that. It started at her core and spread outward, her muscles no longer taking orders from her brain. Her pussy contracted around his cock. Her thighs tightened and her legs kicked. She was screaming, she couldn’t help it. His face had vanished in a haze of white light.