PrimevalPassion

by Cyna Kade

  “Would you like something to drink?”

  Alex cocked a half-grin at her. “Water’s fine.”

  She nodded and poured it for him. Their fingers brushed as he took the glass from her.

  “In case Maggie didn’t fully fill you in, I live in the mansion on the west edge of the lake and yes, I’m responsible for the cabins on the north side of the lake. Despite that, I’m your closest neighbor and I used to visit Ben quite a lot…even wore a path between my place and the cabin.” He vaguely waved in the direction of the mansion. “What’s your name?”

  “Julia.”

  “Ben’s granddaughter?”

  Julia nodded.

  “Welcome to the neighborhood. Are you planning on staying?”

  “Yes.”

  “For a year? Even through the winter?”

  How did he know that? Julia hadn’t told anyone, not even her parents, the terms of the will. She stayed silent but tilted her head and looked at Alex.

  “Your grandfather told me about the will,” he said. “I told him I thought it was a bad idea. Ever spent a winter here?” Alex asked as he wandered around the small space. He drank his water and placed the glass on the sink.

  “No, but I’ll be fine.”

  “I doubt that. It was really a poor move of your grandfather to throw you into this mess. Occasionally when we played chess, he’d make an incredibly bad move in sheer desperation. His last will and testament strikes me as one of those ill-thought-out moves.”

  His confident baritone rippled through Julia’s core. He moved close to her. Julia fought the urge to back up. The cabin was too small. There was no place to go.

  “I’d like to offer my help. I want you to survive the winter.”

  His unexpected statement startled Julia. “Why?”

  “Because it will be much easier to buy the cabin from you than from the conservancy.”

  Of course, that’s what he wanted. How could she have imagined for even one moment that he felt the same attraction she did? She needed to get away from this man before she reached out and kissed him. If she gave him that kind of advantage, she’d be easy prey. She took the offensive.

  “I appreciate your offer to help me through the winter but right now I’m still trying to get settled. So if you’ll excuse me? Maybe we can talk some other day.” Julia walked to the doorway and waited.

  Alex laughed and the sound went straight to her gut. No man should have such a sexy laugh.

  “I think that’s the nicest brush-off I’ve ever had, Julia. Of course I’ll leave. I just want you to know I’m here and I’m available to help you in any way,” Alex said as he paused in the doorway. “I’m going to enjoy getting to know you better, Julia. Welcome to the neighborhood.”

  He hesitated. For a moment, Julia thought he might kiss her. Instead he smiled, turned and walked away.

  Julia watched him walk down the path until he disappeared from sight. She closed the door and sagged against it. Oh, Gramps, what have you gotten me into? After a moment Julia regained her balance.

  The huge gift basket sat on the kitchen table like a taunt. She might as well unpack it. She carefully undid the ribbon and spread back the crinkly cellophane. The top layer contained food items. Fruit, nuts and candy. Julia smiled. She’d enjoy it all, especially the chocolate. Her smile faded as she realized there was another layer in the basket and it wasn’t filled with food.

  “Oh my.” She sighed as she pulled out a large dildo. Something was written on the box and she squinted as she read.

  This toy is smaller than I am. Thought you might want to get used to the size before you’re with me.

  Chapter Three

  Julia dropped the dildo on the table, simultaneously excited and angry. How dare he presume that they’d ever be together? Then she shook her head. She knew the real question was when, not if. She wanted Alex and she was ready right now. If Alex had still been here, she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from letting him know that fact. What did that make her?

  She took in a deep breath and went back to the basket. What other surprises had he left? She gingerly moved the straw-like stuffing and spotted nipple clamps. They were vicious alligator clamps studded with jewels. Julia’s breath caught as she read the package and realized they were made of gold and diamonds. They too had a note.

  I can’t wait to hear you scream with pleasure.

  Julia swallowed hard. The clamps were too evil-looking. How did he think they’d bring her pleasure? She’d never tried the rough side of sex and didn’t think it was something she’d like.

  She wanted to ignore the basket. She wanted to toss it in the garbage but it called to her. She decided it should be emptied all at once. She’d take everything out and read the notes. She gingerly pawed through it. She found three more items, all with handwritten notes and a card.

  The first item was an anal plug.

  Have you ever tried anal sex? I can’t wait to explore your response.

  Julia’s knees nearly gave out. None of her previous partners had been interested in anything other than a quick fuck. Even if she could come quickly, she still wanted foreplay. Did the note mean Alex would actually take his time?

  Julia frowned at the long hairpin-like item. She read the package and her mouth formed an O.

  This clit clamp will hold your clit erect for me to suck and lick until you’re screaming my name.

  The last item was a set of wrist and ankle cuffs linked by a waist chain.

  To hold you still while I use all the other toys.

  Julia sank to the cabin floor and struggled to control her breathing. The man was diabolical. He couldn’t possibly know how much she enjoyed sex. He couldn’t possibly know that at times a breath on her clit was all it took for her to shake with uncontrollable, multiple orgasms. She’d always been sexually needy. She’d never met a man who could keep up with her in the bedroom. She had no idea why she enjoyed sex so much when many of her friends had told her what a chore sex could be. Julia’s need had driven her to a job far from family and friends to a place where she could indulge her desires without shame. Still, she hadn’t found men with enough stamina.

  Her demands had driven her fiancé to break off their engagement. He claimed she was insatiable. No woman should have such sexual needs. In reality he hadn’t been able to keep up with Julia and he’d gotten angry because he was inadequate. When she’d found him with another woman—a normal woman with normal needs, he’d claimed—it had been easy to break off the engagement. They hadn’t talked about the real reason. That was just too embarrassing for them both.

  Few people knew she craved sex. Normal people thought unbridled sex was unacceptable. She’d tried to keep that secret from everyone close to her. Was it possible Alex might be able to satisfy her? Was Alex a free spirit too? If so, what would that mean for them? How could she fight him when she wanted to surrender to him?

  Julia gulped and stood up. At first she thought the tissue paper at the bottom of the basket was just stuffing. Then she looked closer and realized there was something in it. She slowly peeled back the paper and gasped. She pulled out a sheer golden-colored dress, a lacy mask and a delicate pair of sandals. There was no note on the tissue paper so she reached for the notecard. She looked at it for a long moment before lifting the flap.

  You are cordially invited to a midsummer’s eve celebration on Friday, June 24th. In the spirit of Shakespeare, costumes and masks are acceptable attire. Starting at dusk and lasting through the night. Refreshments will be served.

  Handwritten on the invitation was a note from Alex.

  Help us celebrate and for a few hours forget all your worries. I guarantee you’ll have fun. Alex.

  Julia looked at all the items laid out on the table. How had he gathered all these on such short notice? Even the chocolate was imported and expensive. Why would he just have all this stuff in his mansion? Julia was confident that almost nothing in the basket was stocked in town. She should be angry with Alex
. She should throw his gifts in his face. That was what a normal woman would do. But she’d known for years that she wasn’t normal.

  She wasn’t angry. She was intrigued. Just what kind of parties did Alex have if this was a sample of his party favors? Julia knew she shouldn’t even wonder about it. She should burn the note. Enjoy the toys and ignore the man. That was what she was going to do, wasn’t it? She wasn’t going to the party tomorrow night. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction even if it meant she was denying herself the pleasure of his body.

  She sighed and shook her head. She’d figure it all out later. In the meantime, she had a lot of work to do to get settled.

  * * * * *

  Charlene had no warning when Mark suddenly opened the door. Charlene squeaked as she jumped off the bed and fell to her knees.

  “Why aren’t you naked?” Mark slammed the door closed.

  “I’m sorry—”

  “Yes you are. Stand up.”

  Charlene struggled to her feet.

  Mark reached out and grabbed the collar of Charlene’s shirt. With a quick motion, he ripped the garment open, scattering buttons in the process.

  Her shirt hung in tatters, exposing her pink bra.

  “Don’t move.”

  Mark pulled out a knife and slid the point between her breasts.

  Charlene held her breath. She hadn’t okayed knife play, had she? She couldn’t remember.

  Mark jerked the knife, separating her bra.

  Her generous breasts spilled out. Her first instinct was to cover herself but she fought it off. She’d agreed to this, she reminded herself.

  Mark moved the knife to her shoulders and finished cutting off the rest of her blouse. She stood naked from the waist up. Her nipples hardened in the coolness of the room.

  “Strip off the rest of your clothes,” he said while pointing to her skirt.

  Charlene hesitated.

  “Would you rather I cut off everything?”

  Charlene shook her head and reached for her belt buckle. In a few moments, she was standing naked in front of Mark.

  He circled around her before coming to a stop in front of her. “I told you to take a shower and get naked. You disobeyed me. I can only assume you want to be punished. This is your punishment.” Mark held up some glittering jewelry.

  It took Charlene a moment to realize they were nipple clamps. She swallowed hard. Her nipples had never been clamped. She hoped it wouldn’t hurt too much.

  Mark used his fingers to pull out a nipple. He gently twirled her bud until it grew even larger. Her cunt clenched as he continued playing. He slid one hand under her breast while his other still played with the nipple. His hand was large. Her breast sat on top of it like a delectable entrée. He pulled and twisted her nipple until her eyes closed. Her head leaned back as she relaxed into his touch, so she was not prepared for the pain of the nipple clamp.

  She screamed. She hadn’t expected the shooting pain through her shoulders directly to her cunt. Mark pulled his hand out from under her breast and the sudden drop seemed to cause the clamp to dig in even tighter.

  “Breathe through it. You’ve got one more to go,” Mark said as he reached out to her other breast.

  Her mind whirled, trying to make sense of the pain on one side and the pleasure on the other side. Charlene’s knees wobbled.

  “Stay still. Don’t move.” Mark’s voice was harsh, commanding obedience.

  Charlene bit her lip and tried to comply. She wanted to please this man. She wanted to show him she belonged here. The nipple clamp hurt but now that the initial pain had passed, Charlene felt her cunt tightening in anticipation.

  Mark lingered on the second breast. He bent his head and licked her nipple before sucking it into his mouth. Pain and pleasure mingled into a blast of sensation Charlene couldn’t process. She shook with the effort of staying still. Mark gave her nipple one last kiss before attaching the second clamp. She nearly fainted at the intensity of the sensation.

  Mark stood back and nodded. “Are you going to disobey me again?”

  “No Master.” She breathed out the words while trying to contain a scream.

  “Good. Go take a shower and leave the clamps on while you do it.”

  Charlene stared at him.

  Mark moved forward and swatted her on the rear. “Go. Now.”

  Charlene gulped. “Yes Master.” She fled to the bathroom and realized the room had no door. The shower had a glass door. She sighed. She’d given up her privacy when she’d signed the contract. She hadn’t quite realized how complete her exposure would be. Hearing about it and living it were two very different things.

  Mark stood in the doorway. “Make sure you wash your breasts. I’ll be watching.”

  Charlene turned on the water and stepped into the shower.

  Charlene sensed Mark’s eyes so she didn’t dare remove the clamps. She looked down at them. They were flat. Placed behind her nipples, the clamps held her nipples erect, engorged as if ready for a caress. She had to admit that after the first bite, the pain had receded and she was left with a creamy cunt that ached with need.

  She reached for the soap and gasped. Every movement sent a wave of sensation through her body. She’d never realized how erotic nipple clamps could be. She definitely needed a pair for home use.

  “Wash your nipples!”

  Mark’s command startled her and she dropped the soap.

  Charlene bent to pick up the soap and had to reach out to the wall to steady herself. She couldn’t decide if bending over with nipple clamps on was not a good idea or too good an idea. She closed her eyes and breathed through the sensations threatening to send her to her knees. Focused on her internal battle, she didn’t realize Mark had entered the shower until he stood behind her and grabbed her breasts. His hands were rough as he pulled her upright against his chest. Her knees gave out, her head fell back against him, water beat down on her chest and she moaned.

  “You’re a little slut, aren’t you, Charlene?”

  Mark held her up and continued massaging her breasts.

  The combination of pleasure and pain overwhelmed her senses. How could she be so close to coming from just nipple stimulation? That had never happened to her before. She was right on the cliff and about to fall over when Mark ripped off the clamps and stepped back. “No orgasm, darling. Not yet. Not until I give you permission.”

  Charlene sank to her knees. Hot water streamed down her back. Her breath was ragged and strained. The blood rushed back into her nipples. She reached out to massage her breasts but Mark knelt in front of her and grabbed her wrists.

  “No! Those are mine. I’ll tell you when you can touch yourself.”

  Charlene fought for breath and looked up into Mark’s face. She swallowed hard and said, “Yes Master.”

  Mark smiled. “Good girl. Now finish your shower and then we’ll play some more.”

  Charlene forced herself to stand. Her hands shook as she finished washing. She wasn’t sure she wanted to play more right now. She needed time to process what had already happened. Her nipples were sore but the soreness wasn’t painful so much as erotic. She needed time but she wanted more. Confusion drifted through her mind. She wasn’t sure how she should respond or how she wanted to respond. She finished washing and stepped out of the shower stall.

  Mark waited with a large white towel.

  “Stand still,” he said. He proceeded to wipe her down, roughly caressing her nipples before gently finishing by spreading her butt cheeks and patting her anus dry.

  He led her back to the bedroom and pointed at a small rug. “Kneel.”

  Charlene did as he commanded.

  Mark picked up a flogger. “Do you know what this is?”

  “No Master.”

  “This is to punish bad little girls. Have you been a bad girl, Charlene?”

  Charlene gulped. “Yes…yes Master.”

  Mark flicked the flogger and Charlene cringed at the resulting snap. No wonder the rooms
were soundproofed.

  “Have you ever been flogged?”

  “No Master.”

  “Whipped?”

  “No Master.”

  “Spanked?”

  “No Master.”

  “Well, Charlene, we have a lot of work in front of us and we’ll get to everything in good time. After all, we have a full week but first, I’m going to learn your body. You belong to me so it is only right that I know exactly how you’ll respond in any situation. Lie on the bed.”

  Charlene scrambled to her feet and lay down on the bed.

  Mark grabbed her right wrist and pulled it toward the head of the bed. Charlene didn’t know where the cuff had come from but it was soft as it went around her wrist. Mark pulled it tight and webbing gripped her wrist. She pulled a little but the cuff held firm. He caressed her right ankle. Charlene expected to be spread-eagled but instead of extending her leg, he pulled a harness down from the canopy. No wonder the design had looked odd. The webbing she’d noticed earlier was actually part of the harness he was now adjusting to fit her body.

  Mark placed her leg in the webbing then raised it up, exposing her cunt and completely immobilizing her right side. He moved to the other side of the bed and repeated his motions on the left. Air caressed Charlene’s clit. She thought he’d finished when he cocked his head and studied her.

  After a moment he grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed and lifted her hips. She felt him shove the pillow under her butt. Soft down cushioned her rear as he let her go. He readjusted her leg harnesses, pulling them a little higher and wider. Charlene realized she was spread wide and unable to move much. Her cunt clenched. She was totally at Mark’s mercy. She’d never felt so alive or so aroused. This was why she was here and she couldn’t wait to find out what Mark would do next.

  * * * * *

  Alex walked into his office. He checked the camera in Charlene’s room and smiled. Mark had things well under control. Charlene was trussed nicely and Mark was exploring her body, driving her crazy in the process. Introducing a new submissive to her role required a delicate touch and Mark seemed to be doing just fine. Alex paused a moment to enjoy Charlene’s charms but they didn’t hold him for long as his mind arrowed back to his meeting with Julia.