His Domain

by Ashe Barker, Katy Swann, Rosalie Stanton, Lucy Felthouse, Anarie Brady, Rose C. Carole

  “Bloody hell,” he said, taking a step back and running a hand through his hair. “If that’s what kissing you is like…I can’t even…”

  I frowned. “You mean that in a good way, right?”

  “Fucking hell, Penny, how can you even ask that? I mean, look at me.” He gestured to his crotch, where his cock was making its presence known even through the protective barrier of his clothing.

  I chuckled. “Well, that’s a relief. I can’t prove how horny I’m feeling quite as easily as you can, but trust me, I am.”

  “I think we probably ought to leave it there, don’t you?”

  “Excuse me?” What the fuck was he saying? What the fuck was he doing? Kissing me like that, pulling away, then acting like he didn’t want to carry on.

  “I just…” He blew out a breath. “That was pretty fucking intense, Penny, and I’m worried that we could get carried away and end up doing something we’ll regret. We only just met. I don’t—”

  “If you finish that sentence with the words ‘want to rush you into anything’ I may be forced to use one of your corporal punishment props on you. Do you understand me? I am an adult, Maddox. I might be inexperienced compared to you, but I do know my own mind. You wouldn’t be forcing me, rushing me, whatever. I’m hot for you, and in my opinion, whatever happens between us from now on, happens. Why angst about something that’s clearly going to be a whole load of fun? Come on”—I grinned widely—“live a little, as the saying goes. We can worry about the consequences later.”

  I wasn’t entirely sure how I’d ended up being the one in charge, the one instigating things, but it seemed Maddox didn’t like it. His eyes blazed with what looked to me like a mixture of anger and arousal, and he closed the space between us once more. This time, when he started kissing me, it was obvious he had no intention of stopping.

  Chapter Six

  When Maddox pulled away, I was more than just dazed. I was so turned on I could barely see straight and my legs were having a hard time keeping me upright. I put my hand on the horse to steady myself.

  “You’ll need a safe word,” Maddox said firmly, though the tiniest tremble in his voice gave away the strength of his own need. His lips were swollen, his hair was sticking up and he had a fierce blaze of color across his cheeks. He totally rocked the just-snogged look. I couldn’t help wondering what his just-fucked look was like. Hot, I suspected. But then my attraction to the man had grown enough over the course of the day that I’d probably have thought he looked hot dressed as a Teletubby or something.

  “No problem,” I replied, trying hard to pull myself together a bit. “My safe word is Betty Boop.”

  Maddox smiled. “Fair enough. Betty Boop it is then. Now, I know this isn’t terribly erotic, but before we start, I just want to make sure we’re on the same page. I find it’s better than getting to a critical point in our…activities…then stopping to ask or answer questions. So, I’d like to know if you have any hard limits, and also to let you know that, provided you are okay with penetrative sex, I use protection at all times.”

  I bit back a grin. Provided you are okay with penetrative sex? Christ, was the man insane? He’d just whipped me—not literally, of course, though it was highly likely in the future—into a frenzy, my body begging for sex, and he was wondering if I was up for it? Still, I didn’t want to delay any more, I wanted more kissing, and whatever his creative mind cooked up after that. “Yes, I’m definitely up for penetrative sex, and the information about protection is much appreciated, thank you. As for hard limits, well, that’s probably not so easy to discern at this stage. I haven’t really done that much stuff in this arena. There’s lots I guess I won’t know about until I try it. Let’s go with the principle at the moment that I’ll try anything once. If I don’t like something, I’ll call out ‘Betty Boop’.”

  He nodded slowly, looking thoughtful. “All right. Any questions?”

  “Just one. Do I have to call you Sir, or Master?”

  Shaking his head, he replied, “Not at all. If you want to, I won’t object, but I don’t find titles or pet names necessary.”

  “Noted. Well, then, I guess I’m ready when you are.” He was right, the little discussion we’d just had hadn’t been very erotic, but it had put my mind even further at rest, meaning that when it came down to it, I’d be more relaxed. And, I suspected, that relaxation meant I’d be more fully in the moment, not worrying about anything, and therefore able to enjoy myself more. So it was a small price to pay for long-term gain—whether that ‘long-term’ was just this afternoon, or beyond. Already I was hoping for the latter, but I kept that nugget of information to myself.

  “Good. Wait there a moment.” He walked over to the door and closed it. No lock, and as far as I knew, no chance of anyone walking in on us, anyway, but I suspected it was something to do with frame of mind. Door closed equaled playtime, perhaps? Either way, the quiet click signaled a change in his demeanor, a straightening of his spine and a seriousness of expression.

  When he returned, I could tell he was in the zone. The time for questions, for delays, was over. The knowledge sent a shiver down my spine.

  For a few seconds, he just stood there, looking at me. Raking his gaze up and down my fully clad form. Maybe he was figuring out what he was going to do to me, what he thought I could take. I had to work hard not to fidget under the silent scrutiny—somehow, I got the feeling he wouldn’t appreciate that.

  Finally, he spoke. “Penny, please get undressed and place your clothes neatly on the chair over there.” He pointed with his chin.

  I looked over at the chair in question, then nodded and started to do his bidding. After slipping off my shoes, I shoved them to one side, then began to strip. I still felt the urge to squirm beneath his gaze, but because I actually had something to do, instead of just standing there as he watched me, it was easy to resist.

  After a couple of minutes, I was completely naked and so horny I was on the verge of bursting. My heart still raced, my pulse still pounded, my nipples were still like little bullets and my pussy was slicker than ever. Now, in the absence of clothes, my juices coated the insides of my thighs, a fact I was sure Maddox would soon discover for himself.

  Very deliberately, I turned around before bending to pick up my bundle of clothes, giving Maddox what I was sure was an incredibly lewd view of my arse cheeks and what was nestled between them. Unless I was mistaken, there was a sharp intake of breath, but nothing else. Straightening, I carried my clothes and shoes over to the chair and put them down on it. Slipping the shoes beneath, I then folded each garment in turn, making a neat pile as he’d commanded.

  Once I was done, I stayed by the chair, but turned around again to face him, waiting to find out what he wanted me to do next.

  “Come here, Penny.”

  I obeyed, walking quickly across the room, enjoying the sensation of the soft, spongy carpet beneath my bare feet. I stood in front of him.

  “Very good.” He gripped my chin, then gave me a brief, yet rough kiss which made more juices seep from my core. I clenched my thighs, desperate for some kind of relief, despite knowing that I wouldn’t get it for a while yet.

  Unfortunately for me, he noticed the movement. Pulling away, he narrowed his eyes, then swept his gaze down my bare form. His serious expression turned to one of sardonic amusement. Reaching down, he insinuated his hand between my thighs. Exclaiming, he explored my folds, gathering up my juices, then gave my clit a fierce pinch before he pulled back.

  I yelped, but already the pain was turning to pleasure, making me even wetter than before.

  Maddox grinned, then popped his fingers into his mouth, humming with pleasure as he tasted my wetness. He sucked the digits clean and removed them from his mouth with another wide smile. “You taste sublime. I look forward to more of that. For now, though, shall we get started?”

  It was clearly a rhetorical question, as he walked away from me as he asked it, heading for the wall, on which hung a variety of
intriguing items. He pondered the selection for several minutes, then made his choices. Bringing them back over toward the horse, he placed the items down on a table next to it. “Penny, please position yourself over the pommel horse. Bring your hands as far over as you can, back toward your legs.”

  I did as he asked, settling myself over the tan leather and reaching for my legs. I couldn’t reach them—the horse was too tall and wide, and I too short—but Maddox had only said as far as I could.

  He didn’t say anything when I stilled, so once again, I waited silently for his next move. I didn’t have to wait long. A plastic-sounding ripping gave away the presence of cable ties. Feeding a strip of them around my ankles, Maddox fastened the ends together. He quickly repeated the action on my wrists. Next he used what looked like a clothesline to secure the cable ties on my wrists and ankles to each other, rendering me completely helpless and unable to move. Or without falling over, anyway.

  It didn’t take too much imagination to figure out what he was going to do next. But then, with him, it wasn’t the what but the how that was important. The table on which he’d placed the items was on the opposite side of the pommel horse to my head, so I couldn’t see what was on it. Everything had happened so quickly that I hadn’t had the chance to have a good look. But maybe that was for the best. When it came to specifics, I was completely in the dark. Anticipation was king. I shifted slightly, enjoying the chafing of my nipples against the horse.

  “Hmm…” came the sound from behind me. It seemed Maddox was spoiled for choice.

  I sucked in a deep breath through my nostrils, inhaling the scent of the leather beneath me. It was oddly soothing, and I relaxed, letting the pommel hold more of my weight.

  Relaxing turned out to be a colossal mistake.

  Chapter Seven

  A kind of whistling, whooping sound reached my ears. A millisecond later, my arse was on fire. In multiple places. Like a whole bunch of bee stings. Yelping, I made to snatch my hands back to cover my arse, remembering too late that they were attached to my ankles. I ended up stumbling a little, having unbalanced myself, but rectified it quickly. My face burned as hot as my backside.

  Maddox’s only response was to hit me again with…whatever the hell it was he was hitting me with. I supposed it was his equivalent to a flogger—something he swung, which then landed in painful stingy lines on my backside. It fucking well hurt, and yet, like the pinch he’d given my clit, it set off chemical reactions inside my body, flooding it with endorphins which filled me with pleasure and arousal. I was in agony, but at the same time I wanted to hump the goddamn pommel horse until I relieved the tension that had been building up for hours.

  After a few more blows, it felt like every inch of my arse burned. Maddox chuckled. “Penny, I can almost hear your brain whirring. You’re trying to work out what it is, aren’t you? Why don’t you take a guess? If you get it right, I might let you come.”

  Well, that was far too good an offer not to take up. I had already been trying to work it out, so why not take a stab on the off chance I might get it right and be allowed to come? “Please…can I have a moment? It’s kind of hard to think right now.”

  “All right. But don’t be too long about it.”

  Given a temporary reprieve, I put all my concentration into identifying the mystery item. Something—multiple somethings—that was thin, long, robust enough to hurt on landing, whooped when swung through the air… And he’d been able to hold them in one hand, or tie them together, maybe. An everyday item, repurposed.

  As I caught sight of my bare feet, the penny dropped. I gasped. “I know! I mean, I think I know!”

  “So take a guess.”

  My heart lurched painfully at the thought of what might happen if I got it wrong. I wanted to come so damn badly. “Um…is it…shoelaces?” I ventured, crossing my fingers.

  A loud noise startled me and I flinched. Maddox was clapping. “Well done!” I heard shuffling sounds—items being moved around on the table, perhaps? Was he selecting his next device to torment me with? But no—I’d gotten it right! Surely, I was due an orgasm before I got any more torment?

  The next thing I knew, Maddox’s fingers were once more slipping between my thighs. I bit my lip to stop myself from gasping as he stroked along my hot, wet vulva, seeking my clit, which, even without being able to see it, I knew stood firmly to attention. He pressed the needy bud, then rubbed it in a circular motion. I couldn’t keep quiet any longer, I was just so damn close to coming that my every nerve ending was hypersensitive. I moaned.

  “You’re so wet, Penny. It’s making me want to bury my cock inside you right now, right this second. But I won’t!” he added, disappointing and exciting me in one fell swoop. I wanted him to fuck me, my God, did I want him to, but at the same time, I was eager to continue playing whatever games he had in store. “Not yet. You can come any time, by the way, darling. You don’t have to ask.”

  A few more strokes of his fingertips and I did just that, coming apart at his touch, keening as shivers and shakes wracked my body, as my pussy convulsed, grabbing at nothing as pleasure overwhelmed me.

  Maddox’s feet appeared in my field of vision. Then he grabbed my hair, yanking my head back and sending sparks of pain dancing across my scalp. “Well,” he said, smiling, “that was quite possibly the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. It’s a bloody good job I live in a detached house, isn’t it?”

  The press of his lips to mine removed my opportunity to reply. He immediately possessed my mouth, opening it and delving his tongue inside to seek mine. I happily, greedily, in fact, allowed him to take what he wanted. Because I wanted it, too. Anything he wanted to give, I would willingly take. This was a man who knew how to tease and torment while giving pleasure—extreme pleasure.

  What woman wouldn’t want that?

  Having submitted fully to his embrace, I found myself fading away into bliss, into a weird kind of consciousness where all I was aware of was Maddox, his mouth on mine, his fist in my hair. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else existed.

  After a while—I’ve no idea how long—I was brought back to earth with a bump as he released me and straightened up. “Sexy as that was, I’m going to have to stop there. I’m not sure how much longer I’m going to be able to resist pounding that delicious snatch of yours, so I’ll treat you to a couple more of my tools first. I think we’ll continue with the guessing game, too. If you get the next two items right, you’ll bank two more orgasms, which I’ll give you when we fuck.”

  I hoped like hell my gray matter was up to the job. After all, the more he teased and taunted me, the more I felt like I was turning into a boneless pile of mush.

  I was soon proved wrong in spectacular fashion as agony exploded across my left arse cheek. If I was turning to mush, that wouldn’t have hurt, because the touch would have sunk right into my liquid mass. It seemed my backside, though, it was squishy and curvy, was definitely still solid.

  Something was trailing…no, scratching, over my already-agonized skin, making it ten times worse. Sharp, pointy, more than one…prong?

  Over and over Maddox titillated me with his mystery item, until I finally plucked up the courage to make my guess. After all, I’d thought the last one was bonkers, but I’d gotten it right. “Is it…a fork?”

  “You are very good at this. Well done. That’s one more orgasm I owe you. Last toy for now. I am aching to be inside you, Penny.”

  I was aching to have him inside me, too, but I kept quiet, waiting for the next toy, as he’d called it. I supposed they were still toys—just because he hadn’t bought them from a sex shop or adult store didn’t mean they weren’t still classed as sex toys. They were sure doing it for me—and for him, by the sounds of it.

  When something stroked softly over my blazing skin, I sighed with pleasure. Almost instantly, I had a good idea of what it was, but I didn’t speak, didn’t tell him. Instead I remained still and silent, enjoying the sensation. It felt nice, soothing, and yet, as M
addox swept the toy closer and closer to the crease of my arse, I realized it was still perfectly capable of arousing me. My climax, delicious and mind-blowing as it had been, had barely taken the edge off my need. I wanted more, and soon.

  Maddox continued sending the item on its journey, settling it in the crease of my arse, where he danced it around a bit before moving it lower. Over the crinkle of my arsehole, my perineum. On its arrival at my vulva, he swept it over and over the swollen outer folds, occasionally brushing my clit. Then he delved it deeper, tormenting my inner labia and no doubt covering the bristles with my juices, before butting it up against my clit and prodding it. The action was infuriating—it was enough to send little jolts of electricity bursting out, but nowhere near enough to make me come. Which, of course, was his intention.

  I stuck with it for a little while longer, until I genuinely thought I would go insane with longing. Teetering on the edge of climax as I was, I took a deep breath and called out, “Paintbrush!”

  Immediately, the item in question was removed. “Thank fuck for that.”

  More sounds—a click, a shuffle, a zip being undone, the rip of foil. I hoped that the clues my brain was supplying were correct.

  A second later, I found out. Hands on my backside, a scraping of nails, a playful slap. I moaned, louder when the hands shifted to my hips and Maddox moved closer to me. The press of his latex-clad cock against my slick crease was divine. I arched my back, wanting more.

  “Patience,” Maddox purred, rocking his hips so his dick rubbed up and down my slit, covering it in my wet heat. Despite his words, though, it seemed his own patience had worn thin, particularly since I could tell he hadn’t taken the time to remove any of his clothes. I felt the brush of his knuckles against my arse cheek, then he was settled against my entrance. In the next breath he was forging inside.

  I was so wet, so damn horny, that he met with next to no resistance, slipping quickly inside me and burying himself to the hilt. I closed my eyes, giving myself over to it—not like I could see much beyond the carpet and my arms, hands and feet anyway. Seeing him would be nice. I just had to hope I’d get that opportunity in the future.