by Ashe Barker, Katy Swann, Rosalie Stanton, Lucy Felthouse, Anarie Brady, Rose C. Carole
I glanced over my shoulder to see the view for myself. The movement caused the cage to swing and my stomach to lurch, but it was worth it. Behind the wall of glass, the sun glittered off the calm sea as gleaming yachts sailed gracefully by. It was beautiful. I turned back, but quickly forgot all about my surroundings when Jet rose and held up the blindfold I’d worn last night. Without a word, he swung the cage around so I was facing the window, then he reached in through the bars and placed the blindfold over my eyes. When he’d fastened it behind my head he moved the cage again, and I instinctively grabbed the bars for support.
“Now it’s time for some fun,” he drawled. “Well, fun for me, maybe not so much for you.”
I swallowed. What’s he going to do to me?
He was silent for a couple of minutes and I was tempted to move the blindfold to see if he was still there, although I managed to refrain from doing so. When he finally spoke, I jumped. “Was part of your mission to seduce me?”
Huh? Why is he asking me that now? “No, Sir.”
“Really?”
Suddenly something soft and fluffy tickled my belly. I screamed and jumped as I tried to escape what must have been a feather duster.
“I’ll ask again. Did you intend to seduce me?”
He stopped tickling me, but the feathers still touched my arm, reminding me of their presence. “No, Sir, when I first heard about you I hated you.”
“Oh? And why was that?”
“I thought you were a drug dealer.”
“So what about the night I invited you to dinner here. Did you intend to use any devious tactics to get me to confess?”
I paused. “No, Sir.” Well, I hadn’t exactly been aiming to get him to confess.
The feather duster brushed against the backs of my knees and my legs buckled as I laughed through my agony. One of my biggest weaknesses had always been my oversensitivity to being tickled, and it clearly hadn’t taken Jet long to figure that out. I’d rather have been poked with a bloody cattle prod than this. Jet laughed as I tried to push the duster away.
“What were your intentions, Sami? Why did you come last night?”
“To find evidence that would prove you were guilty,” I confessed, still giggling even though he had removed the duster.
“Did you think I might hurt you? I mean, really hurt you,” he persisted.
I stopped laughing. Where was he going with this? I nodded. “Yes, Sir. It did cross my mind.”
“So why did you let me restrain you so that you were helpless and at my mercy?”
Ah, I was beginning to see what he was doing. “Because for some strange reason that I didn’t understand, I trusted you.” Of course it had crossed my mind that I was stupid for trusting someone who I suspected of being a violent criminal. I had gone with my gut instinct instead of common sense, but my instincts could have been wrong and I could have been in very real danger.
“Are you beginning to understand why I’m going to punish you, Sami? It’s not because you suspected me of being a crook or even because of the names you called me.”
I could see his point only too well. I had risked my life for a stupid story that would have catapulted my career forward. But what was the use of success if I wasn’t around to enjoy it? Was he going to punish me for real? A shudder rocked through me as I acknowledged my situation. His spanking had hurt a lot. What the hell was he going to do now?
“Do you agree that you need to be punished?” Jet’s brusque voice sent shivers through my veins. Arousal mixed with apprehension to form the potent cocktail that so many submissives were addicted to—myself included.
“Yes, Sir.”
“You said your safe word was red. What is it really?”
Blimey, he was too damn good at this. “Deadline, Sir.”
He chuckled. “I know. Mickey told me when I quizzed him about you. You’ll also be punished for lying about your safe word. My, you are in for a rough time today.”
As his words sent my pulse soaring, he must have reached inside the cage without me hearing because suddenly he took hold of my nipples and squeezed. I screamed as heat seared through to my core.
“You have lovely breasts. I could play with them all day.” Still pinching my nipples, he pulled, dragging me forward against the bars. Then he sucked on first one nipple then the other. When he finally let them go, they were deliciously swollen and tender.
I jumped when the lock suddenly clicked and the door to the cage squeaked open. Jet removed the blindfold and I blinked as my eyes adjusted to the bright sunshine streaming in through the window. Although his face was serious, his eyes were warm, and I smiled as he took my hand and helped me out of the cage.
He took my head in his hands and stared into my eyes. “I’m not going to punish you hard, but I do want to make you aware of the risk you took.” He let go of my head and took me across to a sawhorse bench. “Bend over it,” he ordered.
I obeyed immediately, hopeful that he might use that lovely heavy flogger from yesterday on me again. I was still a little sore, but could definitely take more. Instead, he squirted something cold between my ass cheeks. Uh-oh, lube. A second later something hard pushed at the entrance to my ass. It was a butt plug. Shit.
“I hope this isn’t too big for you,” he said as he wriggled it against my tight hole.
Big? Oh no, please don’t let it be huge. I tensed and clenched my buttocks.
“Relax and take a deep breath,” said Jet. “I expect you to take all of it.”
I inhaled and braced myself for the intrusion, but when nothing happened I exhaled and relaxed. That was when he shoved it in. I whimpered as the ring of muscle around my anus burned, but it quickly faded. Is that it? I could barely feel it.
Jet slapped my ass cheek and chuckled. “Sorry, did I give you the impression that it was a large one?”
He wriggled it again while I sighed with relief. Thank goodness. Suddenly the plug sprang to life and started vibrating, making me jump. Nerve endings deep inside me ignited and fired signals through to my clit, which started throbbing in response.
“Oh God,” I cried as the sensations threatened to overwhelm me. I had never experienced anything quite like it before. I’d worn butt plugs, but never a vibrating one.
Before I had time to process anything else Jet started tapping my buttocks with something hard and thin. “I think this cane might teach you not to lie about your safe word in the future,” he teased as he increased the pressure.
He struck me with rapid movements, not enough to cause the fiery lines of agony I normally associated with the cane, but with a gradual build-up that led to a gentle burn. Every now and again he would increase the pressure, making me groan as the heat turned to pain. Mostly, though, he just drummed on the surface of my ass while the butt plug worked its magic inside me.
I devoured the exquisite sensations, moaning as the force of the cane became heavier, but loving every moment. Then, out of the blue, he struck with a real blow that scorched across my ass. I screamed as the pain gripped me by the throat.
“Count, Sami. That one was for being too trusting with a stranger.”
“One,” I cried as tears sprang to my eyes.
Another agonizing strike landed across the backs of my thighs. “Two,” I managed to count when I’d got my breath back.
“That one was for your outrageous flirting,” he said, laughing.
I braced myself for a third, but instead he started hitting me lightly again, sending me back to the warm fuzzy place I’d been in a few moments earlier. When number three did hit, I was unprepared for it. White-hot heat seeped through my skin as I screamed again. “Three,” I choked through my tears.
“That one was for attacking me when I came to get you this morning.”
I knew what number four was for even before it hit. As I cried through the agony, Jet spoke the inevitable. “That was for all the names you called me.”
When the gentle tapping resumed I let out a sob of relief. I
knew I could have stopped the punishment by using my safe word, but despite the excruciating pain, I actually wanted it. I was now so aroused I think he could have made me come from the cane alone if he’d continued for much longer.
I couldn’t think of any more reasons for Jet to punish me so I was completely caught off guard when another hard strike flashed across my ass. I screamed again as the pain wove through me and shot straight to my pussy, which now felt as hot as the skin on my bottom. “Five,” I whimpered as I tried to guess what that one was for.
“That was just because I wanted to hear you scream again.” Jet dropped the cane to the floor then ran this fingers very lightly over my bottom. “Your skin is so hot I could almost fry an egg on your ass.” He moved his fingers down between my legs and slid them over my puffy folds. “And your pussy is so wet that my cock might drown when I fuck you.”
I was now so desperate to be filled with him that I tilted my pelvis up to take more of his fingers. Instead of fucking me with them, though, he slapped my scorched bottom hard, making me cry out again.
“Stay still. I’m not done with you yet.”
The sound of a condom being ripped from its wrapper sent a jolt of lust down to my pussy. Moments later the large, solid tip of his cock teased my entrance, sliding along my opening, over my clit then back again.
I whimpered, needing him to take me like I needed air to breathe. When he finally thrust his cock into me I cried out as he filled me. He felt so much bigger than last night because my ass was still filled with the damn plug, which continued to send delicious pulses through to my pussy. He fucked me hard and fast, pounding into me with the ferocious appetite of a wild animal. The rougher he was, the more I loved it, until the telltale tension of an impending orgasm reminded me that my pleasure was his to command.
“Please, Sir, may I come?” I begged as I became caught up in a tidal wave. I was losing control. Please let him say yes. I needed him to give me his permission to make it everything it needed to be.
“Yes, Sami, come for me,” growled Jet as his cock thickened.
His words sent me over the edge and I screamed as the wave finally crashed, taking me with it. When Jet groaned and his cock juddered inside me with his release, I came again and rode my orgasm with him.
Everything became a little blurry after that. I had a vague memory of being carried over to the bed, but the next thing I remembered was waking up in Jet’s arms as he slept beside me. My body still tingled both from the caning and from being fucked so gloriously. I clenched my buttocks. Jet must have removed the plug while I was asleep.
I raised my head off his chest and kissed him, first on the mouth, then moving down across his hard chest. I played with his nipples with my teeth before licking my way down to his belly button. I hadn’t intended for anything to happen, but as I ran my tongue over the hard surface of his stomach his cock twitched and I grew wet once more.
Suddenly I needed him again. I needed to taste him, to give him pleasure. He moaned as I worked my way down until I reached his flaccid shaft. I took it into my mouth and sucked until he started to harden inside me. I caressed him with my tongue until he was completely solid again, making my clit throb and reawakening the fire as I took him deeper.
“Fuck,” moaned Jet.
He grabbed me and pulled me off him. Then he flipped me onto my back and turned himself around so that he was straddling me with his face hovering over my pussy. He lowered himself down onto my face until his cock slid into my open mouth. I took him as deep as I could. When he touched the back of my throat he pulled carefully out again so I could take a breath. When he did it again he went even farther and my excitement grew. He had complete control over me, trapping me with his cock, and the knowledge sent more waves of lust pulsing to my pussy. When he flicked his tongue over my clit then licked through my folds, my need for him intensified.
If he came now, he would force me to swallow all of his cum. There would be nothing I could do to stop him. He could choke me. Rather than be afraid, I became more horny and sucked harder while he thrust his tongue inside my pussy and fucked me with it. It all became too much when he took my hardened clit between his lips and squeezed. I gasped around his cock as I exploded in a billowing frenzy of pleasure. Stars flashed before my eyes as I swam in a sea of delirious ecstasy.
Then, through the fog, I became aware of Jet’s cock swelling. Was he going to come in my mouth? Would I be able to swallow it all without choking to death? The first drops spurted and Jet pulled out, covering my face with his cum. I caught some on my outstretched tongue and swallowed it down, thankful that he hadn’t forced it down my throat. Finally, as the flow slowed, I took him back into my mouth and sucked what was left, devouring every drop.
“I might just have to punish you later for waking me up,” said Jet, a little while later, as I lay in his arms. He kissed me tenderly while stroking my hair.
I smiled and snuggled deeper into his warmth. Three days ago Jet Whitely had been somebody I hated, but I couldn’t have been more wrong about him. I had gotten my exclusive story, but that didn’t seem important anymore. I had ended up with so much more than I could ever have dreamed of. Jet Whitely was warm, caring and a shit-hot Dom. He was also a man I could very possibly fall in love with. As I drifted off to sleep, I had a feeling that I was going to be seeing a lot more of him and his fancy playroom in the future.
About the Author
Katy Swann is in her forties and lives near London, UK with her husband, three children and two cats.
Katy writes BDSM romance with an emphasis on D/s. She finds the D/s dynamic the most exciting and erotic aspect of BDSM although a good spanking or flogging comes a close second. Her books are first and foremost love stories with a large dose of D/s and kinky sex.
The Boundaries Trilogy (To Love and Submit, To Love and Trust & To Love and Obey) was published in December 2013 and was her first release. She is currently working on a new series of standalone BDSM romance novels called Dominion.
Coffee, chocolate and cats are her favourite things and are often close by when she sits down to write.
Email: [email protected]
Katy loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at http://www.totallybound.com.
Also by Katy Swann
Boundaries: To Love and Submit
Boundaries: To Love and Trust
Boundaries: To Love and Obey
Dominion: The Ultimatum
Dominion: Behind the Scenes
Over the Knee: Kneel for You
AN INTIMATE FRIENDSHIP
Rosalie Stanton
Dedication
For Lainey Reese. Thank you so much for your help. I couldn’t have written this without you.
Trademarks Acknowledgement
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmark mentioned in this work of fiction:
Vaseline: Conopco, Inc.
Chapter One
The silence was killing her.
Sasha swallowed hard, concentrating every inch of her body on not wriggling. Which was difficult, because when she was nervous she liked to wriggle. And pace. What she wouldn’t give to pace. And make dramatic hand gestures—something to expunge her excess energy.
But this was not a time for wriggling, pacing or dramatic hand gestures. It was definitely not the time for the insecure, braces-wearing, acne-sporting geek to emerge in all her unsexy glory, because that would make this even worse.
By her count, a full sixty-three seconds had ticked by.
That was a long time to not say something.
Sasha inhaled deeply, counted to ten, then released. It didn’t help.
“It’s weird, right?” she blurted at last, unable to stem the way her insides kept twitching. Like her skeleton wanted to run away and leave her body behind. “It’s too weird. I’m too weird. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”
Walker held u
p a hand, and she immediately lost her confidence. Sasha slipped deeper into her seat.
Yeah, this had been dumb. Weird and dumb. And she might have driven a permanent wedge into the foundation of her most important relationship because of it.
At last, Walker seemed to return from whatever out-of-body experience her request had prompted. He cleared his throat and straightened, his skin regaining some of the color that had drained out of it.
“Do you understand what you’re asking?” he said finally, then resumed what he’d been doing before the question had so inelegantly sputtered from her mouth—that was, forking up a mouthful of lo mein.
Well, that was somewhat insulting.
“What do you mean, do I understand?” she snapped, perhaps more harshly than necessary, but she couldn’t help it.
Walker chewed thoughtfully, holding her gaze with that air of lethal control that had always unnerved her. She couldn’t maintain eye contact that long without blinking, flushing or finding something on the floor of immediate, intense interest. Not so with Walker. He possessed a state of calm assuredness through every interaction, giving nothing away and more often than not making her feel completely unglued.
Which wasn’t fair.
“What I mean,” he said at last, setting his carton of noodles on the desk between them, “is have you thought this through?”
“You mean because sex changes things.”
A muscle in Walker’s whiskered jaw seemed to flex, causing her pulse to spike.
Sasha inhaled deeply and shrugged, going for casual but knowing she wasn’t pulling it off. “Sure. I thought about that, but I try to make a habit not to believe every cliché I’ve heard.”