Shades of Pleasure: Five Stories of Domination and Submission

by Tawny Taylor

  Oh, what the hell?

  She pulled her skirt off and stepped out of it, taking care to leave on her high-heeled pumps. Then she pulled off her top and positioned herself in a sexy reclining pose and watched the doorway to the kitchen for Andre.

  She wasn’t disappointed by his reaction.

  His jaw nearly dropped to his chest. But his shocked expression was quickly replaced by one that made her pussy wet with anticipation.

  He smiled, licked his lips like a hungry lion, and took long, purposeful strides toward her. When he reached her side, she half expected him to pounce on top, but thankfully…or not so thankfully…he didn’t.

  Instead, he handed her the glass of cool iced water. “Your water.” He visibly swallowed.

  Feigning nonchalance, not easy when facing the heat of a raging inferno in his eyes, she took the glass from him and smiled. “Thank you.” She sipped daintily before handing it back to him. “Very…er, refreshing.”

  He barely had the glass on the coffee table before he swept her into his arms and carried her down the hallway.

  “Where are you taking me?” She giggled, feeling small and weightless in his strong arms. He carried her with such ease.

  “To my bedroom.” He pushed open the door, revealing a tidy, stylish room. He dropped her on the bed then leaned over her, his hands pressed into the mattress on either side of her shoulders. “Dressed the way you are, I’d say you’d be more comfortable in a bed. Wouldn’t you?”

  “I thought we’d—”

  Bending his elbows, he lowered his chest and face closer and whispered, “I want you here. In my bed. Now. We can play later.”

  Her breath caught in her throat. “Okay. Later.”

  He kissed her ear, pulling her earlobe into his mouth. His teeth nipped at the sensitive flesh. “I didn’t think you’d complain.”

  A blanket of goose bumps covered her upper body and she shivered. “What’s there to complain about, as long as you make yourself comfortable as well?” Her pussy throbbing, wet and achy, she lifted her feet and wrapped her legs around his waist. Her hands explored the rigid planes of his chest and stomach through his shirt before sliding down to pull the soft cotton knit up over his head. She gasped at the sight of his upper body uncovered. Thick arms with bulging biceps and triceps. Defined shoulders, a broad chest with chiseled pecs and a stomach most men would only dream of having. Absolutely awe inspiring. “My God! How many hours a day do you spend in the gym?”

  “Probably too many.” He ground his pelvis into hers and teased her nipples through the lace of her bra with his fingertips. “I’m glad you like what you see.”

  Her back arched as she strained to push her breasts up into his hands. “Oh, I like what I feel, too.”

  “This?” He pinched then released.

  “And this.” She reached down and slipped her hand between their bodies to caress his erection through his clothes. “Don’t you want to take those pants off yet?”

  “In a bit. I’m more content to tease you first.”

  “Well, that’s no fair!” She started to lever herself up, but he pushed her flat on her back then held her there by the shoulders.

  “Let’s play a game.”

  She struggled a little to test how firmly he intended on holding her. He didn’t let her budge. “I thought you said we would play later.”

  He grinned and shrugged his shoulders. “I changed my mind.”

  She returned his grin with one of her own then reached up. “Changing one’s mind is a woman’s prerogative, not a man’s.”

  “I never said I played by the rules.” He leaned lower and nibbled on her neck, producing more goose bumps.

  “And you expect me to play a game with you? A confessed cheater?” Hot and breathless, and anxious for more, she tipped her head to give him better access to her neck.

  His kisses and licks and love bites traveled lower, to the cleft between her neck and collarbone then lower still to the valley between her breasts. He hooked the lace demi-cup with a fingertip and pulled, uncovering the full globe of her breast and her erect nipple. He blew a cool stream of air on it and she sighed. “Why not? I think you’ll find out that losing a game with me is as much fun—if not more—than winning. So, what do you say?” One hand pressed firmly against her lace-covered pussy.

  A moan rose up her throat. “How do you expect me to say anything when you’re torturing me like this?”

  “It isn’t difficult to say ‘yes’.” One fingertip slipped into her panties and teased her lips.

  “Yes,” she gasped. “Oh. Yes. What game do you want to play?”

  The same finger that had rimmed her pussy touched her mouth and she licked it, tasting her own musky-sweet flavor.

  “I like to call this game ‘Master, May I?’.” He pulled her nipple into his mouth and bit gently then twirled his tongue round and round, licking away the sting. “Ready?”

  For anything! “I…oh…I…”

  “Sounds like a yes to me. You ask the question, and I’ll tell you the answer.”

  “Question? What question?”

  He chuckled and she opened her eyes to see his expression. His wicked-hot smile did nothing to help her regain her mental facilities. “Master, May I?”

  “Master, May I what?”

  “You have to supply the what.”

  “Oh!” A glimmer of comprehension lit up her brain. “Okay. Master, may I fuck you?”

  He cupped her breast in his hand and caressed. “Oh, no. You’re not nearly ready for that yet.”

  “Speak for yourself, buddy.”

  One hand still working over her breast, he slid the other one down her stomach and slipped it into the waist of her panties. His fingers stroked her clit, and she involuntarily pressed her pelvis up and spread her legs wider. “See? Not even close.” He pulled his hand out of her panties and held it up as illustration.

  “What are you talking about? I’m soaking wet down there.”

  “You’re still able to speak.”

  “Ha! Barely.”

  “Try another one.” He pulled the lace away from her other breast and nuzzled it, cupping it in his palm.

  “Another what?”

  “Another question.”

  “Oh, okay. Master, may I…oh…” She pushed her chest up as he pulled her nipple into his mouth and suckled. His hand returned to her pussy, his fingers stroking her outer lips through her panties until she was ready to beg him to remove them. “Master, may I take off my panties?” she finally whispered.

  “No, you may not.” His kisses ventured lower, over her stomach and down to the low-riding waistband of her lace underwear. He pushed her knees further apart and rubbed her pussy.

  Chapter Seven

  He didn’t say what I think he did, did he? The air seeped from Britt’s lungs, and dizzy and blind with the need to be filled, she tangled her fingers in his hair. She pulled. “What do you mean, no?”

  “I mean I will take them off for you.”

  “Oh.” She eased the tension on his hair but didn’t release him completely. It was so soft, the curls so silky between her fingers they tickled her palms. She shifted her hips as she felt him pulling her panties down over her mound. And she gasped and moaned as he kissed the flesh exposed as he slowly, torturously slid them lower still until her thighs were drawn together by the material, trapping her throbbing pussy between them.

  Gently removing her hands from his hair, he pulled on her ankles until her legs straightened. Then he pushed them up until her feet were high in the air. “Now there’s a sight. So sexy. So sweet.”

  Her legs trembled as his tongue glided up and down her slit. “Oh, God.” The muscles running along the backs of her legs stretched tight as rubber bands, she fisted the bed coverlet.

  He slipped the panties up her legs and pulled them over her shoes. Finally, he pushed her legs apart and pushed two fingers deep inside her pussy.

  She screamed at the welcome invasion, grateful for h
is slow but rhythmic strokes to her inner walls. Her knees bent and lifted toward her shoulders, she welcomed each thrust of his fingers with a slight tip of her pelvis.

  His tongue danced over her clit, and waves of heat pulsed out from her center. And the flush of an impending climax warmed her face and chest. Then, he stopped. “Oh, no you don’t. You didn’t ask.”

  She drew in a ragged breath and dropped her hand to her pussy. If he wouldn’t finish the job, she’d do it for him.

  He caught her wrist and pulled it aside, trapping it in a tight fist. “Although I’d love to watch you do that, I can’t let you. Remember the game.”

  “Shit!” she cursed, so frustrated and lost in her need she could barely think. “I’m so close. And I know this one’s going to be powerful.”

  “Ask.”

  She inhaled against the urge to growl. Why was he making things so difficult? Didn’t men love to watch a woman? Didn’t they get off seeing a woman lose control? “Master, may I come?”

  “No, you may not.”

  She slapped the mattress with her one free hand. “You never say yes!”

  “I would if you asked the right question.”

  “Right. Wrong. Who the hell knows what’s what at this point? All I know is that you’ve been teasing me and I’m hot, horny and ready to come. Isn’t that a guy’s wet dream? What are you waiting for?”

  “I’m waiting for the right time.”

  “When will that be? I don’t see it being any more right than now.”

  “What makes you think that?”

  “I’m dying here. That’s what. My heart is thumping so hard in my ears that I can barely hear you. My pussy’s so hot that if you touch it again, it might combust. My breasts are so achy that I fear they’ll never be the same.”

  “And what about your mind? Your spirit?”

  “What about them? My mind’s gone, lost in a fog. And spirit?”

  “You see? You’re so lost in the sensations of lovemaking that you’ve lost the connection.”

  “What connection? I’m confused.” She dropped her feet to the bed and drew her knees together.

  “Nope. Don’t you dare close up. Not now.” He caught her ankles and pushed them back and apart.

  “I’m not. It’s just hard to think when I’m hanging open like this.”

  “Try. I want you to understand. To me, sex isn’t just about body parts, smells and sounds and touches. It’s about souls and spirits and minds.”

  “Well, I can appreciate that. I don’t do empty, meaningless sex, either. But in the midst of a climax, I’m afraid my spirit is the last thing I’m thinking about. Everything kind of closes in on me at that moment. And sensations take over.”

  He nodded and reached down to stroke her pussy, for which she was mighty grateful. “I understand. That’s why at this point I’ve been concentrating on giving and not receiving.”

  “When will you receive?”

  “Not today. I want today to be for you.”

  “No! What if I want you inside?”

  “There are other things that are more important right now.” He pushed two fingers inside her pussy and turning his hand, stroked the sensitive upper wall.

  She groaned with the need to be filled completely.

  “Do you trust me?”

  “No,” she teased, half meaning it. “You’ve done nothing but torture me since our first date. How could I?”

  “Is that honestly how you feel?” His fingers slipped out, leaving her pussy achingly empty.

  “No. I don’t. I’m teasing you.”

  “So, you do trust me then?”

  “Yes. Outside of teasing me to death, you’ve done nothing to make me distrust you.”

  “Good. I want to do something.” He slid off the bed and walked to the closet. “Don’t move.”

  Curious, but feeling a little strange lying flat on her back, her legs spread wide as if she were about to give birth, she watched him pull some metal rods from the bottom of the closet.

  He returned to her side. “These are spreaders. They fasten on your thighs and wrists and hold them apart. Would you like to try them?”

  Heat rose to her face. The idea of being tied up left her breathless and nearly ready to climax. Then he produced a large dildo and she squirmed with anticipation.

  “And I think you know what this is.”

  “Yes. But can I see you first? Will you undress for me?”

  “Maybe, after I secure you. I wouldn’t want you taking advantage.” He winked then reached for her wrist, his chest and upper body lowering until it hovered a fraction of an inch above her erect nipples. He secured both wrists in the leather straps then trailed a line of kisses and light bites down her torso.

  Her eyes closed as she waited anxiously for him to strap her thighs.

  “Uh-uh. I want you to watch me. Open your eyes. You cannot do anything without asking. Remember the game?”

  “Master, may I close my eyes?”

  “Nope. Watch.” He kissed her inner thigh and her pelvis rocked rhythmically to the pounding of her heart. With a smile, he buckled the leather strap and pulled the second leg into place. Before strapping that one, he lowered his head and tongued her clit with quick jutting movements until her breath came in short, shallow gasps.

  “Oh, God!”

  “Don’t come. You didn’t ask. And I said to keep those eyes open.”

  She swallowed a scream of frustration and forced her eyelids to lift, not even aware they’d closed. “I hate this game!”

  At least she was rewarded for the effort it took to focus her vision. On his knees, Andre slid down the zipper on his pants and pushed them down before flipping onto his back to remove them completely. His snug athletic boxers housed a huge bulge that she couldn’t wait to see.

  He returned to a kneeling position and pulled down the tight black cotton, releasing a very impressive, very large erect cock. Her hands wriggled against their bindings, itching to caress it, to grip it, to glide up and down its length. She licked her dry lips.

  He shook his head, gripped his cock in his hand and gave it several smooth pumps. “This isn’t for you yet.” Then he picked up the dildo. “But this will be almost as good. Are you ready?”

  “Hell, yes! Though I wish I was getting the real thing. My God!”

  “Patience, love.”

  “I told you. I’m impatient.”

  He grinned. “I know.” Then without warning, he parted her labia and pushed the dildo deep into her pussy.

  Her fingernails dug into her palms as her entire body stiffened. “Oh!”

  “Look at me.” His expression intense, he pulled the dildo out then plunged it inside again. “Do you see how much I want you? Your pussy is so tight. So hot and wet. I’m going to come just watching you.”

  “Oh, God!” Her thigh muscles bunched into tight spasms and pulses of heat radiated up and out from her pussy. The sound of her juices as the dildo slid in and out echoed in her ears. The smell of her own arousal filled her nostrils. The sight of his hungry gaze on her pussy burned into her memory. “Master, may I…?”

  “What, love?”

  Her blood pulsed through her body in hot bursts, up through her chest, to her face. Her breathing ceased. “Come?”

  “Yes, love. Come for me,” he said, sounding as breathless as she felt. “Come for me now.” He pushed a finger into her ass just as the first spasm of her climax blazed through her pussy. He groaned.

  Heart-stopping spasms racked her body as it clenched and unclenched in time with her pussy. She felt her heart take flight, her soul and spirit. They rocketed through space and time, whirling, dancing, twining around a vivid blue light until the light opened and let her in.

  And then, awash in a warm glow, she descended, back into her body. Onto Andre’s bed, by his side. Little twitches skittered through her and a goofy sense of giddiness made her giggle.

  A shiver reminded her she was cold but she didn’t want to move yet. It was
as if she was still in the middle of a wonderful dream, and she feared if she opened her eyes it would end.

  “How do you feel?”

  “Wonderful.” She listened to the rattle of metal as he unfastened her wrists and thighs. Soft kisses took the place of the leather straps.

  “Thank you,” he said. “Thank you for giving so much of yourself. For trusting me.” Dropping to his side, he pulled her to him until her entire body was crushed up against his. She sighed at the warmth and at the wonder of how great it felt in his embrace. Something slick and wet made her skin cling to his.

  Never had a climax touched her the way that one had. And he still hadn’t actually been inside her yet.

  “Oh, and sorry about the mess,” he murmured as he stroked her hair.

  “What mess?”

  “On your stomach. It’s pretty wet. Let me get a washcloth.”

  “No!” She wrapped her arms around his chest and clung to him. “Just stay here a minute more. Please?”

  “Okay.” He chuckled. “If you insist. I thought you might be uncomfortable.”

  “Nope. I’m great. Just being with you like this. It’s wonderful.”

  “Does that mean you’ll stay the night? It’s almost eleven. If you’re going home, we need to get moving.”

  “If you’re inviting me to stay, I’m game.” She nuzzled his chest, enjoying the distinct scent of sex and man she found there. “Just make sure to set the alarm for early. I’ll want a nice long shower in the morning before I head out to work.”

  “No problem. I have to be out early, too. We can conserve water.” He winked.

  A fresh wave of tingles washed over her body. Closing her eyes, she fell asleep, dreaming about sharing a shower with a sexy man with a hot body and the most beautiful eyes she’d ever seen.

  * * * * *

  Unfortunately, thanks to the fact that Britt couldn’t sleep soundly, she woke late. That meant there was no time for the leisurely shower with Andre she’d hoped for. Instead, she dashed home to change and arrived at work with no more than a second to spare.

  Work was boring, as usual. The office was empty. All the salesmen were out making calls on clients. The phones didn’t ring. But her memories of the previous night, Spider Solitaire, and a half dozen caffeine-loaded diet sodas were enough to keep her awake. By lunchtime, she was jittery, thanks to all the caffeine she’d consumed. But she wasn’t in the best of moods, especially when she met up with Mary at the restaurant, and Mary had the look on her face the minute she sat down.