His voice penetrated her erotic haze. She licked her lips. Words were an unwelcome interruption. “Green, Master.”
“Good girl.” His hand brushed her hair back from her face and caressed her jaw.
The strikes built in intensity, the strands stinging and sending heat to every corner of her body and making her cunt clench with need. He flogged the tender skin of her inner thighs, the strands stinging her swollen pussy and clit. She moaned and panted, needing something but not quite sure how to reach it. He paused, his hand on her belly.
“What color are you at, slave?”
“Green, Master, but close to yellow.”
“Good girl. Very good girl. We’ll take a break then.” His hand stroked the skin of her belly in a soothing motion. He trailed his fingers down into her pussy and teased her clit, making her gasp and groan.
“Did you like your first flogging, slave?”
“Yes, Master,” she panted. She was close to coming without permission. He stilled his fingers to give her a chance to catch her breath and get her arousal under control. She heard the flogger fall to the floor and the rustle of the gym bag. He held up the next tool of torture. It looked like a miniature whip, toddler sized.
“It’s a very small whip. It concentrates on a small area. Are we green, slave?”
She was back in control and nodded. “Green, Master.”
He leaned over her torso and flicked his wrist, bringing the tiny whip down on a tender nipple. The sting and pain were immediate, and she yelped in surprise. It was much more direct than the distributed strands of the flogger. He waited, his expression remote, as the pain turned to heat in her nipple and traveled straight down to her slit. She felt drops of her honey slide from her cunt down to the edge of the table.
Another flick of the wrist, and her other nipple was the victim. The stripe of heat made her cry out and shudder with a mini-orgasm. Ian leaned close to her ear.
“Sweet slave, what color are we at?”
She gulped in air. “Green, Master.”
He didn’t immediately respond, his intense gaze raking her from head to toe, but he finally nodded. “You have permission to come, slave.”
He positioned himself between her legs, and she knew where the whip was going to land next. The first strike was aimed at the inside if her thigh, low and close to her cunt. He didn’t pause but peppered her inner thighs and low buttocks with the tiny stripes, making her wait for the inevitable.
Her body was strung taut, every muscle tense, her body bathed in sweat, as she waited. She couldn’t stop the words tumbling from her lips, her need was too great.
“Please, Master! Please!”
The whip came down on her clit. Her body shattered into a million pieces, her arousal soaring. The lights seemed to twirl and spin as pleasure suffused her entire body. She’d never felt anything like it. She was almost down to earth when she heard his zipper and the crinkle of a condom.
She sighed in relief as he thrust in to the hilt, stretching her pussy and rubbing her G-spot.
“Yes, Master. Fuck me.”
* * * *
He was going to ride his sweet slave to oblivion. Her pussy was tight and so wet he slid in easily. He grabbed her thighs and began to ride her fast and hard, completely opposite of how he fucked her the night before. There was a time for slow and gentle and a time for hard, hot, and sweaty. It was clearly time for the latter.
She was tugging at the restraints, moaning and panting, as he slammed into her cunt over and over, grunting with each thrust. His vision was going blurry, and his body felt like it was on fire. He leaned over and caught a nipple in his mouth, worrying it with his teeth. She screamed his name as she went over the cliff again. The ripples of her cunt dragged his climax from him. It burst from his balls and out his cock, jetting his seed into the condom and leaving his legs wobbly. He took in gulps of air as he locked his knees to stay standing and rode the waves of pleasure until he was drained. He pulled away regretfully and quickly disposed of the condom in the discreetly placed receptacle.
His slave needed aftercare. He unclipped her wrists and removed the bindings from her thighs. He massaged her body, getting the circulation moving before slipping an arm underneath her back and lifting her to a sitting position. He grabbed a bottle of water from his bag and placed it at her lips, letting her drink until she pushed it away. A blanket was next, and he lifted her into his arms and carried her to a couch not far away, cuddling her to his chest and loving the feel of her body next to his.
He snuggled with her for a long time, letting her drift in her special world, stroking her hair and whispering soft words. He barely noticed when a submissive brought his bag and her clothes over with a bow. Tori’s lashes fluttered, and she was looking straight into his eyes. He felt his heart squeeze in his chest at the emotion he saw reflected there. She was as overcome as he was. He traced her lips with his fingers.
“I’m so proud of you, sweetheart. Your submission is such a gift tonight.”
Her submission had been more genuine and more heartfelt than any he’d ever experienced. This woman truly wanted to please him. She also truly cared about him as a person, not just a Dom she could get multiple orgasms from. He was humbled and at the same time exultant. She was the submissive he had waited to find. No more Devil Dom snarking at immature, self-involved subs. He’d found a true lady with a woman’s heart.
She captured his hand with her own. “Did I do okay?” Her smile was breathtaking.
He let his stern Dom facade crack. “No, you did better. You did awesome. You were amazing.”
She chewed her lower lip. “Can we do it again?”
He grinned. “Absolutely. But let’s take a breather. Maybe you might want to walk around and see some of the other rooms? Maybe we can get some fresh air, too.”
She nodded and pushed the blanket away, then realized she was naked. She tried to pull it back, but he just laughed and tossed it away.
“The horse is out of the barn and the gate firmly closed behind it, little slave. I will let you put your bra and panties back on if you kiss me very sweetly.”
She didn’t hesitate, her lips locking with his and their tongues tangling. He pulled away and grabbed her clothes from on top of his bag.
“You earned it. Bra and panties. Nothing else.”
She pulled a face and stuck out her tongue but did as she was told, wriggling into her clothes. He folded up the chain-mail dress carefully and stowed it in his bag. It was very unique, and he didn’t want anything to happen to it. Tori looked spectacular in it. He’d want her to wear it again and again.
“You stuck out your tongue and made a face at your Dom, slave. Not a good idea. You’ll be punished for that.”
Her mouth fell open in shock. Apparently, she thought teasing a strict, mean Dom whose nickname was Devil was a good idea.
He would show her the consequences for not showing the proper respect. He gave her an evil smile and reached for the cups of her bra.
* * * *
“I’m sorry, Master.”
Ian’s hands were warm, his thumbs brushing her nipples when he pulled the cups of her bra down and tucked them under her breasts.
“Thank you for apologizing, slave. Your punishment stands, however. I think you need a reminder of your place.”
He rummaged in the leather bag, and this time he held his hand out, palm up and open.
Nipple clamps.
She recognized them from some internet searching she’d done after reading her first BDSM book. They were the screw type with little rings hanging from them. Her nipples tightened instinctively and her stomach clenched. He was going to put those on her. She remembered all the times she’d fantasized as she had looked through those websites, all the toys and restraints. One of her fantasies was coming true. Tonight.
“Play with your nipples. Get them hard and tight for me, slave. You will participate in your punishment.”
She was beginning to realize why he
was called the Devil Dom. It was one thing to be punished. It was a whole other thing to be party to her own punishment.
“Yes, Master.”
Luckily, her nipples were already taut with arousal. She rolled and tweaked them between her fingers anyway, her face hot. She’d never touched herself in front of a man before.
“Harder, slave, and keep your eyes on me.”
She swallowed hard and locked her gaze with his. His eyes were a molten blue, on fire with desire. She pulled harder at her nipples, pinching them until she almost winced. He nodded his approval.
“Good girl. Hands behind your head.”
She placed her hands behind her head, her breasts lifted in offering. He placed the cold metal around her nipple and tightened the screw relentlessly. She was helpless to stop the squeezing of her already-sensitive nubs. She kept her eyes on his, biting her lip as the clamps bit into her flesh. Finally, she could take no more and winced. He backed the tension down immediately, but the pressure remained. It felt strange to have constant squeezing of her nipples. The pain sent pleasure to her cunt and clit, and she shifted on her feet. Ian frowned.
“Stay still and take your punishment.”
He repeated the process on the other side, once again backing the pressure down when she visibly couldn’t take the pain. He reached back into the bag and pulled out a long piece of leather, holding it up. It was shaped like the letter y with a loop on one end and tiny hooks on the smaller ends.
“This is a leash. These will hook onto the rings of the clamps so I can lead you around by your nipples. Once again you will participate in your punishment. Bring your hands down and attach the leash to your clamps.”
She knew better than to hesitate, but her hands were shaking as she hooked first one side of the leash to the ring on the clamps. She snuck a peek at Ian. He was waiting patiently, the stern Dom expression on his face, his arms crossed over his chest. When she finished the other side, he nodded.
“Good girl. You’ll find your participation in punishments will be frequent. I think it is important a sub is not passive in her punishments but fully active in the implementation. The result is you’ll think twice about disobeying me. Also, it indicates to me you acknowledge your bad behavior and are accepting your punishment. Now, slave, do you need to use your safeword?”
She shook her head. She was already thinking twice about disobeying him. Suddenly, disobeying just to see what he might do seemed like a terrible idea and not fun at all. He clipped her hands together behind her back and picked up the looped end of the leather leash, wrapping it around his wrist.
“We’ll walk around and see some of the scenes. You have permission to speak only to me. I want to encourage you to ask questions and let me know what you feel as we look at things. Come, slave.”
Chapter Seven
Tori’s eyes were darting everywhere. His beautiful sub was taking everything in and getting aroused. He could see her chest rise and fall with her ever-quickening breathing and the pulse beating at the base of her throat. She was incredible, and tonight she belonged to him.
The scene he’d done with her was still reverberating in his mind and body. Her submission had been sweet, her responses addictive. He could get used to playing with her.
She’d also taken her punishment with a maturity he’d come to expect. Requesting she assist in her punishment was an important step in their relationship. It was her formal acknowledgment of his dominance and authority in meting out those punishments. So far, she hadn’t come close to using her safeword, but he intended to push her boundaries even more tonight.
She froze in front of a scene with a blonde sub strapped to a St. Andrew’s Cross and a tall Dom dripping candle wax down her breasts. Wax play had been of particular interest to Tori. She was mesmerized now. Ian even gave the leash a playful tug to get her attention, but she only licked her lips at the sensation and kept watching the couple.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it? Look how she arches her back, inviting the wax to drip down her body. She submits to his will completely.”
Tori nodded, her gaze never straying from the scene. The woman’s expression was dreamy, and her Dom was whispering in her ear before each drip of the candle. It was an erotic picture. Ian felt his cock pressing against the zipper of his pants, visualizing himself and Tori in the same position. She would be beautiful painted in wax.
“Does…does it hurt?” Her voice was a whisper, as if speaking too loudly would break the couple’s concentration. The couple, however, was in their own world, completely unaware of the audience they had attracted. The loud music would have kept them from hearing their voices, in any case.
“It can. Using the right kind of wax is essential. Beeswax melts at a much higher temperature, so it’s not a good choice for wax play. Actually, cheap candles are a good choice. I find the plain white utility candles are the best.”
Tori watched as the Dom let the wax drip lower, down the sub’s belly, a few drops disappearing into her pussy. The sub jerked against the restraints and hissed as each trail of wax covered the sensitive flesh of her mound and thighs. The Dom whispered something in her ear and moved the candle so the wax would drip onto her clit.
“He probably just gave her permission to come. As soon as the wax hits her clit she’s going to go off like a rocket. Watch, Tori.”
He pulled her back against the bulge in his pants so her bare bottom could rub against it, making his balls ache and his teeth grind. As soon as this scene was over, he was going to find a quiet corner and fuck Tori’s brains out.
As if in slow motion, the Dom tipped the candle and the wax dripped down her mound, toward her clit. He felt his slave tense in his arms as she, too, waited. She had put herself firmly in the sub’s place. Ian wouldn’t be surprised if Tori came when the sub did, so strongly she seemed to identify with the scene. Ian decided to give her a little help and slid his hand in her thong, rubbing her swollen clit and tugging on the leash attached to her nipples just as the wax hit the sub’s clit.
The sub screamed her ecstasy, pulling at the restraints and calling to her Master. Tori exploded at the same time, crying out in surprise as her body shook in his arms and her honey covered his fingers. The Dom kept the scene going by allowing a few more drops to trail into the sub’s pussy. Ian played with Tori’s clit until she was boneless, her knees turned to jelly. He unclipped her hands trapped between them and swung her up in his arms, carrying her over to a long sofa. He signaled to a waitress.
“You okay, pretty slave?”
Her eyes were unfocused but she nodded. “Yes. I’m okay. God, it was so intense. I can’t believe I came from just watching them.”
Ian chuckled. “Watching them and my fingers. I love that you were able to get so wrapped up in their play. A good scene is intense. Obviously, wax play turns you on.”
She nodded again, still slightly dazed. He took the two sodas from the waitress and handed one to Tori.
“Drink. The sugar and caffeine will help you.”
Tori drank deeply. “I could use a real drink after that.”
“No way, slave. BDSM and liquor don’t mix. If we were here only watching, yes. When we’re playing, absolutely not. No impaired judgment allowed on the Dom or the sub’s part.”
“That makes sense. I’m glad you keep me safe.”
A warm glow took root in his chest. “I will always keep you safe. Hey, Conor, Nate. It’s good to see both of you tonight.”
Ian grabbed a large cushion and tossed it on the floor next to him, pointing to it. It was a test for his pretty submissive. It was one thing to submit to him in private or around people she didn’t know. Would she sit at his feet in front of people who knew her? Conor and Lisa Hart and Nate and Brianne Hart had walked up and joined them. These were some of Tori’s best friends.
He waited for the mutiny, preparing himself to deal with a recalcitrant sub. He almost sighed in relief when she lowered herself to the cushion after only a moment’s hesita
tion.
This might go well after all.
* * * *
Tori arranged herself comfortably on the pillow. It was a little embarrassing to be sitting at Ian’s feet, but one look at Brianne and Lisa told her Nate and Conor wouldn’t think anything of it. Brianne was dressed in only stockings, garters, and high heels. Her wrists were clipped to her collar, but she gave Tori an encouraging smile. Lisa, on the other hand, couldn’t smile. Her mouth was stretched wide with what looked like a huge ball gag. Her wrists were clipped in front of her with a chain leading down to manacles on her ankles. She was being led by a leash attached to a wide, black leather collar. Lisa’s head was bowed, her eyes trained on the floor.
Nate took a seat, tossing a cushion on the floor for Brianne. He stroked her hair and whispered something in her ear, making her smile. It was easy to see the love between the two of them. Nate worshiped Brianne. Conor also sat, tugging on Lisa’s leash. She knelt between his legs, facing him, but her head down. Conor grimaced as he patted her head gently.
“Please excuse my slave’s anti-social behavior. She is on punishment right now.” He looked down at his wife with an indulgent smile. “My slave needs to learn to curb her tongue. Until she does, she’ll find herself gagged and chastised. Ian, may I address your slave?”
Ian’s hand caressed her hair. “Yes, you may. Tori, you may speak to Conor.”
“Tori, how are you feeling after what happened last night? This question is to both of you, I guess. Have they found the guy who did this?”
It was hard to take her eyes off of Lisa, who was being uncharacteristically quiet and meek, but she dragged her gaze away to answer Conor.
“It’s very sweet of you to ask. I feel okay. Just a few bumps and bruises, that’s it. I’m just so grateful Lisa and Brianne showed up when they did.”
Brianne smiled but didn’t say anything. Nate pushed a long strand of auburn hair back from her face and nodded. Brianne leaned down and kissed his foot before turning to Tori.
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