“You want my cock inside you. Is that what you mean?”
Heat rolled up into her face until she felt as if she’d poked her head in a sauna. “Yes,” she whispered, swallowed, and gave him a firm, “Yes.”
He cupped her cheek in his calloused hand. “All right, sugar.” He smiled. “But that’s the last request you’re allowed tonight. Now, did any of those boyfriends give you a safe word when you played?”
“Yes.” She couldn’t remember a one of them.
“Must have been real memorable. How about ‘Barney,’ since I doubt you’ll forget his aim.” With a thumb under her chin, he tilted her head up, and the laughter faded from his face. “Kallie, listen closely here. If anything I do bothers you too much or hurts too much, use ‘Barney,’ and everything will stop, right then and there. And just to make sure you feel safe, ‘red’ is a popular safe word, so if you shouted it out, people—including Simon—would come over to check on what was wrong. Around here, any dom who doesn’t honor a safe word gets flattened.”
“Barney. Or red. Okay.” Good. Fine. She could stop everything if she wanted. As she stared into his intense eyes and felt the sheer power radiating from him, somehow that little safe word didn’t decrease her anxiety. Or her arousal.
“Now the rules.” He moved closer, so big that he loomed over her, like her Maine coon cat with its six-toed paw on a mouse. Even the marrow of her bones seemed to quiver.
A flicker of a smile touched his lips, creased his left cheek, and faded. “You have only one thing you may control tonight—whether to use your safe word or not. Otherwise, all the decisions, all the choices, are mine. Everything is in my hands.”
She nodded. Why did that sound so wrong and yet feel oddly like freedom?
“You will do what I say. Immediately. No backtalk, no questions, no argument. I want to hear only, ‘Yes, Jake,’ or ‘Yes, Sir.’ from you. Am I clear?”
When she nodded silently, his eyes hardened. She hurriedly said, “Uh, right. Yes, Jake.” Maybe add a salute?
“Much better.” He released her. Stepped back. “Strip.”
“Excuse me?”
He didn’t answer, but when he raised his chin an infinitesimal amount, heat curled through her and melted her insides into compliance. Her shirt dropped onto the floor.
He nodded, and she could breathe again. She unlaced her boots and toed them off, added her socks, sheathed knife, and jeans to the pile. Hesitating, she stood in her cheap white bra and cotton panties, knowing there were others around, but unable to look away from his face. Almost naked, her body there for him to see—or reject. Anxiety made her fingers curl.
“You are consistent in your choice of attire, at least,” he murmured. “Come here.”
She took two steps forward. He ran his hand over her underwear, and the noise he made sounded very much like disgust. And then he pulled her panties down.
Oh Lord. Trying to keep the unease off her face, she stepped out of them. He reached around her, undid her bra, and slid it off her arms.
She was naked. In a roomful of people. This was absolutely insane—and she wanted him to touch her so badly she almost screamed.
When his big hands engulfed her breasts, fire liquefied her lower half. “Under all those clothes, you’re definitely a girl. And these feel as pretty as they look,” he commented. He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples, and her knees almost buckled with the searing need.
“I’m little,” she whispered. He dated C-cups, not—
He pinched one peak, a startling bite of pain, and a cry escaped her. Her clit throbbed as if he’d pinched her down there too.
“You have gorgeous breasts, sprite, and I’ll take responsiveness over size any day.”
Really? A weight lifted from her shoulders, knowing that he’d seen all of her and had liked what he saw. There could be no compliment more potent than that huge erection in his jeans. All for her. Her lips curved up.
He walked over to the couch and, from a big leather bag on the floor, pulled out a set of wrist cuffs. “Turn around, little sub.”
Her heart started pounding again. Surely all these changes in speed weren’t good for it. Very unhealthy. She stared at the restraints. “But…”
“Your answer to me is what?” He didn’t wait for her response but turned her so her back was to him, and fastened a cuff snugly around her left wrist. He ran a finger under it. “Kallie?”
“Yes, Sir.” It came out sounding as if she were a strangled cat, and he chuckled.
“Relax, sweetheart.”
The second cuff went on. Then she heard a snick. She tried to move, but he’d fastened the cuffs to each other, keeping her hands behind her back. Very fancy handcuffs. Virgil, her cop cousin, would be so impressed.
I’m not feeling real relaxed here.
Jake walked in front of her and looked down at her naked body. The knowledge that she couldn’t protect herself, that he—anyone—could touch her, could handle her bare breasts, sent a quiver through her. And yet her nipples bunched into aching nubs.
With a faint smile, he did exactly what she’d been worrying about. Watching her face, he ran his hand over her breasts, one then the other, the slight scrape of his calloused hands intensely erotic. When his finger circled one nipple, she jumped and her arms jerked…and got nowhere. The floor seemed to roll under her, and she swayed. Even as her breathing sped up, she tugged harder, each tug emphasizing her helplessness. And how totally arousing it was.
How could that be? And why in the world had she agreed to this: handcuffs, naked, sex. This isn’t who I am.
He ruffled her short hair, then grasped it and pulled her head back to kiss her. Teasingly, brushing his lips across hers until her mouth opened, and then sweeping inside. She wanted to hold him, to run her fingers through his thick brown hair, to… She couldn’t raise her hands. That rolling floor dropped right out from under her, and then he took possession of her mouth, deep and thorough, permitting no withdrawal.
With one hand on Kallie’s shoulder, Jake felt her try to move and her quivering, excited response when she couldn’t. The instinctive submission from her ripped right through his long-held detachment and brought a strong dominant’s needs roaring to the surface.
He’d enjoyed submissive women in the two years since Mimi’s death but had kept the interactions to light play, not trying to breach a sub’s deeper defenses or reach any emotional core. Serious play—mental play—exposed a dom’s soul as fully as his submissive’s and created a tie between them.
He didn’t want a bond with anyone. Considering how badly he’d misread Mimi, he didn’t deserve or trust himself with more.
Yet Kallie pulled at him. Vulnerable. Challenging. Joyously alive.
And very, very female without those ugly clothes serving as a barrier. Just as well this was for only one night. He pulled back to tease her soft lips and moved his thumb to cover the racing pulse in her neck. She was definitely aroused and excited and probably expecting him to start beating on her pretty ass. He hardened at the thought of those round cheeks under his hand. The slap and quivering response…
But a submissive’s expectations were met at a dom’s inclination. He was inclined to take her for a walk. At the moment, she saw only him. What would happen when she remembered everyone else in the room?
He smiled at the thought. Although watching a submissive’s face turn pink with embarrassment was one of a dom’s small pleasures, he also must determine how public he should make the upcoming scene.
“Come, pet; let’s take a tour.” She’d learn about the types of play, and he’d observe her reactions. In his first few years as a sexual dominant, he’d learned that many subs hid fears, old land mines buried until something triggered them. Sometimes the sub didn’t even realize they were there. Honest communication and their body language revealed most of them.
Not all. Mimi had taught him that. With an effort, he pushed aside his guilt. He grasped Kallie’s upper arm, enjoying her toned mu
scles underneath the soft female padding. Tough little sub.
About five feet out of the small sitting area, she halted as if running into a wall. Jake smothered a laugh as he noted what had stopped her.
Rebecca and Rona had been manacled side by side to the log wall, both clad in corsets and garter belts. Both with their legs held open by spreader bars. Standing in front of them, their doms, Logan and Simon, turned to smile at Kallie.
And Kallie obviously remembered she was naked in a room filled with people. She tried to retreat.
Jake tightened his grasp and deliberately ran his hand up her torso to caress a firm breast. “This is my body for tonight, little sub,” he said for her ears only. “Mine to display as I wish.”
He answered the fear budding in her eyes before it could bloom. “Display only, sugar. Tonight I will be the only one to touch you.” As often happened, the knowledge that more might be asked somehow diminished a sub’s fear of what he required right now.
She stopped trying to pull away.
“Very pretty sub, Jake,” Logan said as if he hadn’t talked to Kallie earlier. He glanced at Jake, speculation obvious in his eyes. Jake remembered telling Logan that he’d drag his toy bag down and help out with the party, but he wasn’t bringing a sub and didn’t intend to play.
Simon studied Kallie for a moment and smiled in satisfaction. Yep, he’d deliberately steered his conversation with Kallie, hoping to pique Jake’s interest. Jake had known it at the time and still could not resist. Manipulative bastard.
Eyes closed, Rona gave a low moan of frustration, and Simon and Logan both turned as if waiting for something. A few seconds later, a chime sounded from Logan’s watch. He nodded at Simon, who thumbed a remote device in his hand until the buzzing became audible.
Jake glanced at Simon’s sub and the vibrator harnessed between her legs. Tremors rocked the woman, and her full breasts quivered. She was on the verge of coming.
“Time,” Logan murmured, and Simon flipped the remote off. The hum stopped. Rona whimpered and squirmed as if she could turn it back on.
“You’re an evil bastard, Simon. How long have you been torturing them?” Jake asked and glanced down at his little sub, who was staring at the women, at the breast clamps and harnessed vibrators. Simon’s Rona had a rabbit strapped to her, giving vaginal and clitoral stimulation; Logan’s sub appeared to have a double dildo, penetrating the vagina and the anus.
“Oh, a bit. Your turn,” he told Logan. Logan turned the remote in his hand, and Rebecca’s back arched as her vibrator hummed to life. Now Simon was timing while Logan enjoyed watching his sub.
“Time,” Simon said, and Logan flipped the remote off. Rebecca whined, sweat trickling between her lush breasts. Her hips tilted out. “Oh, please, pleeeease, Sir…”
“Hell.” Logan pulled a five dollar bill from his pocket and handed it to Simon. “You win.”
Simon laughed and slapped Logan’s back. “She didn’t have a chance. My Rona is incredibly stubborn. After years of hospital administration and dealing with doctors, she can hold her tongue under any torment we can devise.”
“A sucker bet, huh?” Logan studied the two subs and smiled. “So how about another bet. Whichever sub comes last on a—let’s see—a mid setting.”
“You’re on.” Simon turned. “Rona, you may not come without my permission. Do you understand?”
The woman opened her eyes, glazed with need. “Yes, Master.”
Logan gave the same instruction to Rebecca.
Jake shook his head and moved Kallie away. Rona was going to lose this one, no matter how much discipline she had. With the rabbit’s tiny ears flickering right on her clit, she didn’t have a chance.
He glanced down. From the way Kallie had stared at the toys, she hadn’t experimented much on her own. Yes, she seemed like a no-frills vibrator type, if she owned one at all. He smiled. A beginner’s introduction to toys was definitely in order. And maybe something else… He ran his hand over her ass, pleasantly round and soft. “By the way, sprite…”
She looked up at him, sexual energy virtually streaming from her. Damned if he didn’t want to bend her over a bench and… He took a slow breath and ran a thumb along her soft lower lip. There would be time.
First he’d teach her a little more of the joys of submission. And that brought him back to another thought. “Later tonight, I will require you to not come until I give you permission. Is that going to be difficult for you?”
After she shook her head, a frown crossed her face, and she bit her lip.
He smothered a grin. Probably didn’t usually come without a lot of work, but in a steamy atmosphere like this party and with the sexual dynamic between them off the charts, she obviously realized holding off an orgasm wouldn’t be easy. Excellent. One more thing for a little submissive to worry about.
It was a fine balance with new submissives—they needed to feel comfortable enough to give themselves, but they also wanted to know they really didn’t have any control. Halfway domination just didn’t cut it.
Close to the front door, he halted. Angela had covered her girlfriend’s breasts with wax and, from the drops of water here and there, had varied it with ice play. Now she held the candle, working her way, drop by drop, down the sub’s stomach toward her pussy. With each tiny, hot impact, the sub’s stomach quivered and her hips tilted away, then up. Pain and arousal, intimately mingled.
Jake studied Kallie’s face and kept his arm around her waist. Every time Angela tipped the candle to let the wax fall, Kallie flinched. Nope, this wouldn’t be her play, at least not tonight.
As he started to turn toward the other side of the room, Angela dropped wax right onto the woman’s clit. The sub let out a high-pitched “ahhh” of pain, and then escalating shrieks as she came hard and long. Jake smothered a grin at the horrified…fascinated…look in Kallie’s wide eyes.
“Come along, sub,” he said, guiding her toward the other end of the room where Caron was using a single-tail on a new male sub.
A few minutes later, he could tell from Kallie’s reaction to the long streaks crisscrossing the man’s back, she wasn’t into serious pain. Then again, tastes changed. For now, toys and spanking, exhibitionism, dominance. It added up to a nice beginning. For tonight only—and the regret he felt at that limitation increased his resolve.
Speaking of toys… He led Kallie over to his bag and pulled out one of his favorites.
Still trying to process the different things people had been doing, Kallie took a minute to react to the object Jake had picked up. Only about two inches around, it appeared to be an amber butterfly tethered by four black straps. It even had tiny antennae. Oh God. Nerves ran up her spine like spider feet. “What’s that?”
Her question earned her a frown that silenced her again. He went down on one knee in front of her. With firm hands, he set the squishy-soft butterfly part directly over her clit.
A sex toy. He was putting a sex toy on her. In public. Her face scorched from embarrassment, and so did her whole body. As he secured the straps around her thighs and hips, her clit was so sensitive that each heartbeat made it pulse against the light pressure. I want sex now.
“Patience, pet,” he murmured, obviously catching her thought. He taped a small controller to her outer thigh. Hellfire, this was as bad as what Logan and Simon had been doing. She wanted Jake, not weird games. If he tried to tie her to a wall, she’d belt him…only her wrists were still cuffed behind her.
And then he flicked the switch. The thing started vibrating, right over her clit. She froze as she was swamped by the surging need, the contracting of her muscles, the—
Jake gave a low laugh, and the vibrations stopped. “Well, I can see the challenge won’t be in getting you off, but in keeping you from it.” He still knelt, and his breath brushed her thigh. So very close to her sex. Oh, God. More. But all she could do was stand and wait. Let him play with her. Touch her when and how he wanted. She closed her eyes at the erotic thought—
he could do anything to her that he chose.
“Spread your legs,” he murmured, and she did. He touched her then—oh, finally—stroking her calves. She jumped and tried to move closer, but a stern “Be still” stopped her. When his calloused hands skated across the soft inner flesh of her thighs, her toes curled. Higher, touch me higher.
She bit back a whimper. If he didn’t do something, she’d end up begging just like Rebecca had. No, I won’t. Absolutely not. But her pussy felt swollen, and her clit throbbed painfully. Everything she’d seen tonight, every time Jake had touched her, had increased her need. And then he’d teased her with that too-short vibration.
“Poor sprite,” he murmured. He slid his hands up farther and traced the crease between her hip and pussy. She stilled, barely breathing, legs apart, her pussy open in front of him. His finger glided around the edges of the little butterfly, over her mound, and down to stroke through her swollen folds. She was very wet, and she wanted more so badly that she shook. And that stupid thing covering her clit blocked him from touching her there.
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