by Cyna Kade
Her promise to Suzanne fled. She couldn’t possibly tell Alex the truth. He already had too much control over her.
Alex didn’t seem to care about talking right now. He stood and she could see his erect cock tenting his pants. For a brief moment, she felt a twinge of guilt. How many orgasms had she had while he’d had none? His control was incredible. How was it that he hadn’t taken her yet? Maybe he was going to remedy that situation right now.
He moved next to her. Threading his hands through her hair, he pulled her close and kissed her. The intensity of his passion seared her mouth as his scent filled her lungs. He broke the kiss.
“Fuck me,” Julia moaned, unable to resist him any longer.
“No,” Alex said as he released her.
Julia stumbled a little until she found her feet. “What? I thought that’s what you wanted,” she nearly screamed with frustration. She reached out a hand to touch him. “You obviously want me.”
He grabbed her hand and moved it away from his cock. “Oh yes. You’re right. I want you. I want you on my terms, darling. You’re not quite ready for that.”
Fear washed through Julia as she realized Alex wanted her to play his games. “That’s not who I am.”
“Julia, stop lying to me! Stop lying to yourself. You’re the most sexual woman I’ve ever met. Yet you’re embarrassed and ashamed of your sexuality. Until you can get beyond those feelings you’ll never be free.” Alex paused. “I want to set you free and I think I can do it but you have to trust me. You have to trust me one hundred percent. There can be no half measures. You want me. I want you. But I won’t touch you until you learn what it means to be my submissive.”
During his speech, Julia had watched Alex’s eyes change from a burning intensity to cold ice. His aura condensed to a deep-red flame. He was serious. He expected her simply to submit to him. Was he out of his mind? Julia took a step back. She needed to be away from Alex. She took another step. He just watched her. She shook her head. “No. No, I don’t think I can give you what you want.”
“No matter how desperate you are?”
“I’m used to taking care of myself.”
“A dildo is a cold substitute for a hot cock.”
“Better than being your slave. Please leave.”
“Darling, it’s going to be a long, cold winter. At some point, you’ll say yes. Why not just do it now? Why deny us the next few months of pleasure?”
“Because your idea of pleasure includes power and control over me. Doesn’t sound good to me.”
Alex narrowed his eyes. “We both know I could make you agree. Right here, right now. I can make you beg for my attentions.”
Julia wanted to deny his claim but she knew he was right. Even now her cunt dripped at the thought of him. It wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge until she did agree to anything he wanted. Her affliction made her vulnerable. Would he really take advantage of her like that? Her grandfather had said Alex wasn’t ruthless but was that because Gramps hadn’t pushed Alex? She knew she walked a fine edge here. If she wasn’t careful, Alex would encourage her need to the point where she would agree. She took another step back.
Alex held out his hands and shook his head. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and then another. “It’s been a long time since a woman has pushed me so close to my breaking point. Be careful, Julia. You don’t want me losing control. I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said before he turned and left the cabin.
Julia stared at the door. He’d left. She hadn’t really expected him to leave. Her clit gave a twitch as if to say she’d been stupid to deny him. So what if she gave him control. He obviously knew how to wield the power. What was wrong with her? Why hadn’t she said yes? She pressed a hand against her abdomen. Her arousal still rode her. She needed to go masturbate even though she knew the session would leave her feeling empty. She wanted Alex. What was she going to do about it?
Chapter Nine
Charlene woke up. She was untied and alone in her room. She slowly sat up. Her body felt as if it had been beaten even though no one had touched her that way. She’d never realized that intense sex was such a serious workout. Maybe she should package a program of using sex for exercise. She laughed. She could see it.
Open jaw. Insert cock. Suck hard. Open jaw. Pull back from cock. Repeat.
Her smile faded as she crawled out of bed and went into the bathroom. She looked in the mirror and was horrified by her appearance. Her naturally curly blonde hair stuck out everywhere and there were shadows under her pale-green eyes. She didn’t know if it was allowed or not and she didn’t care. She needed a steaming-hot bath. She turned to the tub and realized it was a deluxe model. Jets lined all sides. She frowned as she figured out the controls then started the water, very hot water. She poured in peach-scented bath salts as the tub filled. She moaned when she stepped in and the water covered her. A flick and the jets worked on her sore muscles.
She let her mind float away as her muscles relaxed. So far, this trip had been everything she’d wished to experience. She briefly regretted that Alex wasn’t the one teaching her. He was so handsome but he was a little harder than she could manage. Mark had been perfect. He was hard but reachable. He’d pushed her farther than she’d thought possible. Her pussy clenched in anticipation of their next session as she wondered how much time they had left. Her room had no windows and no clock. She’d lost track of time. She wished she’d signed up for a month instead of a week but at the time, she hadn’t realized how much she’d enjoy the experience of submitting.
She idly let her fingers trail down to her clit. It was sore too. She hadn’t realized clits could get sore. She giggled. That was a silly thought, wasn’t it? Of course it could get sore if it had been used enough, and Mark had certainly used it.
The slam of a door brought her back to full alertness. She moved her hand away from her clit. She didn’t want to be caught pleasuring herself. Mark hadn’t forbidden it but she knew he wouldn’t like it and she wanted to please him.
Mark entered the bathroom. He stood over her, just staring at her for a long moment before he asked, “How do you feel?”
“A little sore, Master.”
“That’s to be expected since you’re still inexperienced.” He pulled over a stool and sat near the edge of the tub. He trailed a hand into the water. “How’s your head?”
Charlene frowned. “My head?”
“You’ve never been a sub before. I’ve pushed hard. I want to know how you’re feeling emotionally as well as physically.”
“I’m enjoying myself,” she whispered, surprised by how his words went straight to her pussy. No man had ever worried about her emotions before.
Mark reached out and captured her chin. He turned her head to meet his eyes. “Being a sub is hard physically and emotionally. You need to tell me everything. Don’t hold back. For your own safety, you can’t hold back. We need to talk about the scenes we’ve done and the ones we’re going to do.” He stroked her face with his fingers then trailed them into the water, straight to her cunt.
He inserted two fingers and finger-fucked her. His thumb flicked her clit and all her muscles tightening in anticipation of her orgasm but he stopped when she was right on the edge. She groaned in frustration.
“I want you to think about that. Don’t masturbate. Finish your bath. I’ll be back in an hour with some food and we’ll talk.”
He stood and left the bathroom. Charlene heard the outside door open and close. She sank back into her bath. She didn’t know what he wanted to talk about or to say. She’d worry about it later.
* * * * *
Julia woke up exhausted and anxious. She hadn’t slept well. Thoughts of Alex had danced in her head all night. She’d woken three times. She’d masturbated six times. The last time she’d woken, she’d reached for the dildo Alex had given her. It had a one-and-a-half-inch diameter. The head slid into her pussy without resistance. She was wet and ready, her walls parted smoothly as she pushed it in farther. Julia reli
shed the feeling as the dildo physically filled her. For a brief moment, her emptiness retreated in the face of the intrusion. Within seconds, she clenched and released in waves of pleasure. Then before she’d even pulled the dildo out, her emptiness rushed back.
Despite her efforts, nothing had satisfied her. Even after masturbating, her arousal continued to rage through her.
She should work. She wasn’t sure she could get any chores done today but she had to try. She sighed and took a cool shower before dressing and going back to the woodpile. Chopping wood was exhausting. Maybe if she pushed her body hard enough, the arousal would fade.
* * * * *
Suzanne found him while he was still agitated. All his efforts hadn’t produced anything but frustration. Suzanne was experienced enough to recognize the signs. “Whoa, darling. What can I do to help?”
Alex paced like a caged tiger, cursing. He needed to calm his raging libido. He couldn’t see Julia while he was in this state. If he saw her, he’d take her, with or without her consent. He had to get control of himself.
“Nothing. Nothing will help until I bring Julia under control.”
“You aren’t going to be able to do that while you’re like this. You’re the Master. You have to stay in control so your sub can be free. You know that.”
“I know that but I don’t seem able to bring it off.”
Suzanne frowned. She’d never seen Alex like this. He paced like a caged animal and he was clearly on edge. “Maybe you should just fuck her and worry about control later.”
“That’s what Julia demanded. She demanded I fuck her.”
Suzanne raised an eyebrow. “And you denied her? Why?”
Alex stopped pacing and faced Suzanne. “Because I’m the Dom. The sub doesn’t make demands. You know that.”
“I know that you’re not in control enough to play any kind of scene. It would be too dangerous for both of you. Why don’t you play with someone else and take the edge off?”
“I don’t want anyone but her. No one else will be able to satisfy me. I think I’m becoming addicted to her.”
“She’s good, isn’t she?”
“She’s perfect.”
“You have it bad, darling.”
“What do I do, Suzanne? Julia wants me. We both know that. Why is she still fighting me?”
“Our lifestyle isn’t for everyone, you know that.”
“But Julia got aroused watching. She wants this as much as I do. How do I get her to admit it?”
Suzanne hesitated. She’d promised Julia she wouldn’t tell Alex but she couldn’t bear watching Alex suffer. He deserved to know for both of their sakes. Suzanne shoved her conscience aside and said, “Alex, there’s something I should tell you…about Julia.”
Alex grabbed Suzanne’s arm and shook her. “What do you know about Julia? Why do you know something about Julia that I don’t?”
“Alex, stop!” Suzanne used her most authoritative voice and hoped it would reach Alex. He was in a sorry state. She’d never seen him like this.
Alex held out his hands and closed his eyes. “I’m sorry. Suzanne, I’m so sorry.”
“Sit down!”
Alex ran a hand through his hair and sat on the couch.
Suzanne moved next to him. “I was out for a walk yesterday and ran into Julia.” Suzanne didn’t mention that she’d deliberately sought out the woman. Alex didn’t need to know that. “She and I got to talking. She told me something…I promised not to tell you but I think you need to know. I think if you know, you’ll be able to deal with her in a way that will benefit you both. Otherwise I’m afraid you’ll do something that you won’t be able to forgive yourself for.”
Alex stared at Suzanne. “What?”
She took a deep breath. “It takes very little for Julia to become aroused, no matter what the situation. She’s spent a decade trying to control herself rather than reveling in her ability to be multi-orgasmic. Partially because every man she’s ever been with has eventually ended up denigrating her. She’s skittish.”
“Denigrating her how?”
Suzanne sighed. “Basically they called her a nymphomaniac and ridiculed her as a slut because she wanted more sex than they could provide.”
“I thought she might be hypersexual. I tried to get her to tell me last night but she wouldn’t.”
“She’s ashamed of it and won’t admit that someone like you might be able to help her. She doesn’t trust men because no one man has been able to keep up with her appetite. It means, my darling, that you might not be able to satisfy her by yourself. Can you handle that?”
“We share here. That’s what we do. That’s who we are. She’s mine but I won’t ignore her needs. You know that.”
“Normally I’d know that but you’re not acting like yourself.”
Alex rested his head on the back of the couch and starred at the ceiling. “Control,” he said softly. “It’s all about control, both hers and mine.”
“Well she doesn’t have much and yours isn’t the best at the moment.”
“Do you think that her resistance can be overcome?”
“Maybe but it would take a talented Dom and you’re too involved.”
“No one else is going to touch her before I do. Not even you, Suzanne. Julia is mine to break in.”
“You’ve never been possessive before, especially when it is not in the sub’s best interest.”
“Julia is mine,” Alex said as he stood up. “Thank you. I know what I’m going to do now.”
“Alex…I like her.”
Alex looked down at Suzanne. “I like her too and I’m going to make sure she knows it. Don’t worry. I’ve had a brilliant idea and you know how good my ideas are when I say that. I’ll be gone for a couple of days. You’re in charge.”
Suzanne smiled and shook her head. “Just be careful. Don’t lose control.” Don’t break her, Suzanne wanted to say but she just stood and left the den.
Alex went to the closet and pulled out a duffle bag. He decided to bring a few toys. He whistled as he selected a variety of tools and instruments. He closed and locked his den.
* * * * *
Four hours later Julia couldn’t lift the ax one more time. She estimated she had enough firewood for two months. She had a long way to go but her legs were wobbly and her arms ached. She couldn’t do any more today and despite her weariness, she was still aroused. The physical labor had simply made her more aware of her body. She wanted to scream in frustration. Instead she simply stood with her head bowed while she fought for enough control to walk to the cabin.
“Julia. There’s no need for you to chop wood. I’ll make sure you have enough.”
She started when she heard Alex. She wondered how long he’d been standing there. She hadn’t heard him walk up. How could such a large man move so quietly through the woods? She should have heard a rustle of some kind. But she hadn’t and now he stood less than five feet away.
“I can chop my own,” she said even though she just wanted to jump into his arms.
As if he read her mind, he stepped close and wrapped his arms around her.
She only hesitated a millisecond before she relaxed. His arms promised safety as they tightened around her. He placed his lips close to her ear. “It’s time we address your problem.”
Julia stiffened but Alex didn’t let her go.
“You need to talk to me. I won’t leave until you do.”
Julia shook her head. Alex just held her tighter.
“I won’t accept that answer, love.”
Alex circled an arm around her waist and led her back to the cabin. Julia didn’t know what to say. She wanted him. She didn’t want his control. How could they resolve her dilemma? She didn’t see a way out.
Alex didn’t stop on the porch or in her living room. He led her to the stairs to the loft. “We’re going upstairs,” he said.
“No. The loft is private.”
“Yes and that’s why we’re going up there…unless you�
��d rather go to one of my dungeons?”
“No. Alex, no. What do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m not thinking and it is time for you to stop too. Go up or I’ll carry you.”
Julia tried to pull away but she didn’t succeed. Alex slung her over his shoulder. “You belong to me. Go ahead and fight. I like a good fight. You won’t win.” Alex started climbing the stairs.
“Alex! Put me down! I’m sweaty and dirty.”
“You’re beautiful. I don’t care about a little sweat. Now stop struggling or I’ll drop you. We don’t want that.”
Julia didn’t fight. Instead she held her breath while he went up the narrow, steep stairs. She was awed and aroused by his raw physical strength. She could feel her pussy dripping and clenching.
“I can smell your arousal, Julia. I can’t wait to do something about it,” Alex said as he placed her on her bed. Shocked by his dominance, she froze. Before she could roll off the bed, he’d pulled out something from under the pillow and bound her wrist with a thick, padded cuff. “I’m so glad you have a four-poster bed,” he said as he bound her other wrist then both ankles. “Comfy?”
“What are you doing?”
“I’d think what I just did was obvious.” His eyes twinkled with a warm blue fire. He took out a knife. “Hold still. I don’t want to cut you.”
“How dare you!”
Alex ignored her protest. He slowly and methodically cut off her clothes.
She frowned when he didn’t touch her. After stripping her naked, why wasn’t he touching her?
Alex stood and moved to her dresser. Julia couldn’t clearly see what he was doing but there seemed to be things lying on top of it—things that weren’t hers. Where had they come from? Had he been in her bedroom before he came to the woodpile? He must have. She didn’t keep cuffs under her pillow. That he’d been in her bedroom was a scary thought. He didn’t seem to have any boundaries.
“What happened to consensual? Why are you doing this? And what do you plan on doing?”
“So many questions, love. Everything will be clear when I decide it’s time,” he replied while his back was still toward her.