by Julia Sykes
“You’re going to be fine, Dex,” she promised. “This will be a lot of fun.” Her touch altered so her nails raked across my abs. My muscles jumped and danced beneath the erotic sensation. I was used to feeling women’s fingernails on my back when I fucked them hard, but no one had ever teased me like this.
My cock pulsed again, hardening for her.
“I don’t know what you’re doing to me,” I hissed out.
“I’m turning you on,” she said, her voice low with kind understanding.
Then her nails trailed slowly downward, stopping just above my dick. Without thinking, I gripped her wrist with a warning growl, stopping her teasing. Having a woman toy with my cock went against my entire sexual experience.
She stared up at me, her gray eyes clear and resolved. “No,” she reprimanded firmly. Her fingers closed around my wrist in return, squeezing in silent instruction for me to release her.
It took me a few moments to overcome my base urges, but I managed to loosen my hold on her.
“Do you have any idea how fucking hot you are right now?” Hugh rumbled in her ear. I blinked, surprised at his sudden closeness. I’d been so caught up in the power struggle with Clara that I’d almost forgotten all about his presence.
She smiled, a happy confidence settling over her. I’d never seen her so relaxed.
“Yes,” she declared. “I do.”
Hugh chuckled. “Of course you do.”
She kept her gaze on me, staring me down even though her chin was lifted to look up at me. I stared right back, struggling to come to terms with what was happening to my body. I was undeniably aroused, but I wasn’t the one in control here. It was an utterly foreign sensation. Had I simply become a slave to my sexual appetites? Become so addicted to physical pleasure as my only high that my body would betray me?
“It’s okay to enjoy this, Dex,” Clara seemed to read my mind.
She took one leather cuff from Hugh and wrapped it around my wrist. My muscles bunched, but I didn’t pull away. Something strange happened as she buckled it closed. For half a second, I considered ripping it off. But in the moment it took me to decide not to fight, an unfamiliar peace began to settle over me. Before I could process the feeling, she ensnared my other wrist in a second cuff and hooked her fingers through the D-rings set into the leather.
“Come,” she issued the order so softly that it wasn’t at all grating. She took a step back, drawing me along in her wake. I could have torn free from her tenuous hold easily, but I didn’t. My mind began to empty as I followed where she led. The focus on her helped quiet the rest of my pained thoughts.
When we came to a stop, I registered that she’d positioned me in front of a St. Andrew’s Cross. She tried to raise my right hand toward the eyebolt on the cross. My muscles locked up as my mind once again rebelled, and she couldn’t get me to budge one millimeter.
“Dexter,” she said my full name sharply. That was a mistake. I stiffened further. I hated when people called me that, especially in a scolding tone.
“Dex,” she corrected herself silkily. “Don’t fight me. If you do, there will be consequences.”
Consequences? That didn’t sit well with me. I scowled, digging in my heels. She couldn’t physically make me do anything. I opened my mouth to say as much, but she quickly placed her hand over my lips.
“I’m warning you not to sass me,” she said sternly. “In thirty seconds, I’m going to be holding a flogger, and you’re going to be tied to this cross. You get to decide right now how that’s going to go for you. I can make it hurt bad, or I can make it hurt worse. Choose.”
Pain. She’s going to hurt me.
I want this.
I swallowed back my instinct to take her in hand and pressed my lips together in silent demonstration that I wouldn’t fight her.
“Good,” she said with satisfaction, pulling her hand away.
This time, I didn’t resist when she lifted my arm up and secured the cuff to the eyebolt with a steel clip. She quickly secured my other arm, moving swiftly so I couldn’t change my mind.
Her body heat receded as she stepped away from me, out of my line of sight. The restraints kept me facing away from her. I tested them, tugging slightly. The sensation of being bound was utterly foreign.
And it felt strangely good. That odd sense of peace began to settle over me again.
Her fingertips danced over my shoulders, tracing the lines of my muscles. The light touch made me shudder as pleasure rolled through me, and my cock stiffened further in response.
“I could just eat you up, caveman,” she purred, raking her nails across my flesh once again. The little bite of pain brought a gasp from my chest, and I jerked reflexively against my restraints.
“Later, love,” Hugh said sternly. “I want to watch what you can do with a whip.”
Whip. Pain.
Yes.
The flogger whipped through the air behind me, but it didn’t touch my skin. I tensed at the sound of its heavy whoosh. It was intimately familiar. How many times had I toyed with a sub with that ominous sound?
Despite the fact that I understood exactly what she was doing, a little thrill of excitement sizzled through my veins. This was new. Different.
And I was growing eager for the pain to start.
“Watch and learn,” Clara said, her voice growing husky with her own lust.
I heard Hugh’s low laugh. “Cocky. You’ll pay for that, pet.” A full minute passed, filled by nothing but the sound of her rapid breathing. Whatever he was doing to her, it was getting her even hotter.
She truly did need this, the high of Topping me while submitting to him. The knowledge that I was giving her something she’d missed for years helped me settle further into my sense of calm. This was good, right. I didn’t have to resent her power over me, because I was helping her as well as exploring sensations I’d never before sought out.
“Go on, Mistress,” Hugh prompted her.
Seconds later, the first blow fell. It was little more than a slap, an experimental slide of the flogger’s falls against my ass. I tensed at the new sensation.
Not enough. This wasn’t pain. It wasn’t exactly unpleasant, but it did little for me. I relaxed my muscles in a silent invitation for her to give me more.
She put more power behind the second swing. The initial sting was followed by a deeper burn that sank into my flesh. I rocked forward on my toes, propelled by the fresh pain.
She hooked her arm around my waist and guided me back into place.
“Don’t move, or this might land somewhere I don’t want it to,” she warned.
I gave her a stiff nod and mustered my self-control. It was odd, harnessing my control when I was completely giving the reins over to someone else. I found that the dichotomy was wonderfully distracting. My mind emptied again as I focused on remaining still.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“I’m good. It’s just… different.”
Her hand left my waist to test further down. I was still hard, and she hummed her satisfaction at my reaction as she slowly stroked me from base to head.
“No teasing, pet,” Hugh commanded. “Not yet.”
She withdrew her touch, and an involuntary groan of protest left my lips. The denial of pleasure left my balls aching. I didn’t think I liked this part. I never allowed my subs to tease me, for good reason.
“Later,” she whispered in my ear, nipping at my lobe. I shivered in response to the little bite of pain. It distracted me from my irritation. This was what I needed.
She whipped out the flogger once again, and this time she settled into a steady, punishing rhythm. Alternating hits fell on either side of my ass, stinging and burning as they lit up my flesh. At first, I tried to resist the discomfort. My training as an agent dictated that I not betray when I was in pain.
But as she continued to torment me, my control slowly unraveled. My low hisses turned to grunts of pain. She pushed me hard, increasing the harshness of th
e blows. I knew she was hungry for the sound of my pain. She wanted to hear me release it.
I wasn’t sure if I was ready for that. I’d held my agony inside for so long. It had twined around my soul, had become part of my identity. I wasn’t sure I knew how to exist without it.
Let go, each hit tempted me, drove me mercilessly. Let go.
My fingers curled around the beams of the cross as I made one last, desperate attempt to hold back. My muscles coiled with the effort of resisting. The pain was harsh, but it wasn’t the worst I’d ever suffered.
But it was so much more than that. Clara not only drew pain from me, but she also demanded that I cede to her will.
Let go.
Finally, my head dropped back as I released a rough shout. She didn’t relent; she gave me two more cruel blows. The roar that left my chest was one of more than physical pain. My internal anguish left me with the sound. All the tension drained from my body as I gave in, finally allowing the inner agony to be pulled from me with corporeal force.
She relented, and a gentle touch across my abused flesh replaced the whip. Her soft cheek rested against my bare back in a show of support.
“How are you?” she asked softly.
“Good.” I released a sigh, relaxing further. “Better.”
“I think you’ve earned a reward,” she said huskily. She reached around me to stroke my cock again. I was dimly surprised to realize that I was still hard.
“Let’s get him down,” Hugh prompted, his accented voice reminding me of his presence. “I’m ready to fuck you, pet.”
“What do you think?” she mused, running her forefinger down the underside of my dick. “Are you ready to fuck, caveman?”
Definitely.
“Don’t keep me waiting,” Hugh warned.
“My Dom is very impatient,” she whispered conspiratorially. “We’d better get you down.”
I cursed when her hand left my cock again. I definitely didn’t appreciate the teasing.
She unclipped the cuffs from the cross and led me over to the massive bed. It was built for bondage, and I didn’t resist as she secured my wrists to the iron bedposts on either side of the headboard. I’d finally surrendered to her control, and my instincts to fight her were uncharacteristically quiet, quelled.
The endorphin high brought on by my acceptance of the pain she’d inflicted kept me cushioned in a peaceful, slightly disconnected space. It was different from the high of Topspace, although it was equally enticing.
As soon as I was tied down, Hugh grabbed her and pulled her in for a fierce kiss. This time, their intimacy didn’t bother me. The black jealousy that had tormented me was mercifully absent. I was part of the scene, connected to Clara even as she was connected to Hugh.
His hands tore at her clothes, and she did the same to his. Within less than a minute, they were both naked. He ground his erection against her belly, holding her against him with a harsh grip on her ass.
“You’re gorgeous when you’re Topping, love,” he told her. “But now you’re all mine.”
“Am I?” she challenged breathily.
His fingers sank into her ass. “Oh yes, pet. You’re going to do as I say.”
“I don’t know about that,” she said, but there was no true defiance in her tone.
“Well, I do. You’re going to get on your hands and knees and suck his cock. When I feel like you’ve earned it, I’ll fuck your pretty pussy. The longer you wait to comply, the longer your spanking will go on.”
“What spanking?”
“The one I’m about to give you so you’ll be screaming around his dick. I think he’s earned that.”
Oh, yeah. I was definitely ready to feel her mouth on me, to enjoy the vibrations of her lusty cries of pleasure/pain against my dick.
He gave her one hard smack and released her. She hesitated for an instant, but one hard look from him sent her clamoring onto the bed. She positioned herself on her knees between my spread thighs. His hand pressed between her shoulder blades, pushing her until her hands came down on either side of my hips.
“I already saw how skilled you are with a flogger,” he told her. “Now I want to see how good you are at sucking cock.”
She met him squarely in the eye, shooting him a saucy smile before she lowered her mouth to my dick. She traced my length with her tongue, staring at her Dom as she stimulated me. Pleasure coiled at my core, intensifying as she swirled her tongue around my cockhead. I groaned and lifted my hips, trying to push my way into her hot mouth. She pulled back with a slightly cruel smile.
Before I could growl at her, Hugh slapped her thigh, and she let out a shocked squeak.
“Cocky,” he accused. “Don’t tease the man.”
“Yeah,” I added fervently. “Don’t tease.”
She speared me with a hard gaze. “Don’t get all Domly on me.” She cupped my balls gently, a subtle threat. “I’m still your Top. I warned you once about sassing me.”
I pressed my lips together to hold back my irritated command for her to pleasure me how I wanted. I’d agreed to this power exchange, and I wouldn’t go back on it now. Especially not when her face was alight with pleasure at indulging in her long-denied fantasy.
Hugh’s fingers twined in her hair, tugging her attention back to him.
“It’s time for you to stop talking, pet. I gave you your orders.” He slapped her thigh hard enough to make her cry out. He grinned. “Yes, like that, but with his dick in your mouth.”
“Don’t you dare bite down,” I ground out.
She swatted my inner thigh. I narrowed my eyes at her, but she was impervious to my annoyance.
“I know what I’m doing,” she informed me. “Stop trying to Top me.”
To my immense satisfaction, she squealed in shock as Hugh squeezed cold lube directly onto her asshole. If I couldn’t punish her for getting cocky with me, I could at least watch Hugh take her in hand.
“Hey!” she cried in protest, looking back at her Dom. He grinned at her and slipped his thumb into her lubricated hole.
Her reaction was sudden and visceral. She gasped and went utterly still, her face going slack. He spanked her again.
“That got your attention,” he remarked. He pumped his thumb in and out. She whimpered as though he was fucking her mercilessly. She sucked her lower lip between her teeth, and her eyes practically rolled back as pleasure overtook her. Her ass was obviously a weak spot for her. I was savagely pleased that Hugh had found it.
“Wait!” she gasped out. “I don’t know if I’m ready…” she trailed off on a moan when his index finger replaced his thumb, sliding in deeper.
“Look how wet you’re getting,” he said throatily, staring at her pussy with hungry fascination. “I should have tried this a long time ago.” He pulled out and teased around her hole. Satisfaction flooded me as she whined and pushed back against him. I was no longer the only one being tormented by dark pleasure.
A slow smile spread across his face as he realized the new power he wielded over her. “Be a good girl and suck his cock, and I’ll play with your ass more.” The arrogant tilt of his lips communicated that he already knew he’d earned her compliance.
Without hesitation, she dipped her head toward my cock and took me fully into her warm mouth, wrapping her full lips around me and sliding all the way down until I hit the back of her throat. She swallowed and took me impossibly deeper. I groaned at her sudden fervor and the rush of ecstasy that accompanied her skillful use of her mouth.
Hugh laughed in smug delight, and her tongue began to dance hungrily around my cock as she continued to move her mouth over me. He spanked her as he toyed with her ass. Her low moan vibrated through my dick, and I pulsed inside her. I gritted my teeth against the urge to come. I wasn’t ready for this to end yet.
“Are you going to come?” Hugh’s question was directed at her.
She made another unintelligible sound around me, seeming unwilling to release me in case that made him stop stimulat
ing her.
He pumped his finger in and out of her tight hole, and his other hand found her clit. She shuddered as bliss took her, and she increased her hungry pace on me, as though she would devour my cock.
“Stop,” he ordered. “I don’t want Dex to come just yet.”
I snarled. It wasn’t his place to control my pleasure.
But Clara did as her Dom commanded. Her lips left me. I lifted my hips, trying to stay inside, if only to defy Hugh.
Fortunately, her warmth didn’t leave me for long. He handed her a condom.
“Put it on him and climb on,” he demanded.
Her fingers trembled from residual pleasure, but she managed to quickly sheathe me. She repositioned her knees on either side of my hips and lowered herself onto me. Her pussy was wet and ready, and her hot folds caressed my aching dick as her body welcomed me.
Hugh’s hands gripped her hips, guiding her forward so her asshole was offered up to him. He positioned himself behind her and didn’t waste any time lining himself up with her back entrance.
I felt the moment when he began to press in. Her inner muscles rippled around me as her body tightened in protest. He spanked her abused thigh, and she sucked in a breath.
“Relax. Let me in.”
She took another, slower breath and let it out slowly. Her entire body relaxed, and her inner walls eased around me.
He pushed in, and her channel grew smaller as his cockhead popped past her ring of tight muscles. She stiffened and squirmed.
“Am I hurting you, love?” he asked, his voice rough with lust.
“No,” she panted. “It’s just… I don’t know if I can take it. It feels too good.”
“You can take us,” he told her, resuming his progress. “You’ll do it because I’m ordering you to. And you’ll do as you’re told, won’t you pet?”
“Yes!” she shouted as his cock settled inside her. I could feel it pressing against my own through her inner wall, making her almost painfully tight around me.
“Such a good girl,” he praised, nuzzling her neck. He bit down on her shoulder, holding her in place as he continued pressing forward, entering her in a slow slide. Her fingers twisted in the sheets on either side of me as I drew in a harsh breath through my clenched teeth.