by Desiree Holt
No one could be that good. That perfect. If he was, why hadn’t some woman forged a permanent relationship with him? Or was he one of those men who could only give sexually but not emotionally? She’d been there, done that and had the t-shirt and more. Much more. That situation was what had prompted the emergence of Flame, her persona as a switch, and the hard work it had taken to achieve her status at Finesse.
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.
But here she was unexpectedly alone with him, nearly drooling at the sight of him, her desire to please him raging through her. Tall and broad-shouldered, his granite-jawed face with its piercing, deep-brown eyes was topped with hair so blond it looked like corn silk. She was already visualizing what was beneath the tailored shirt and silk slacks he wore.
Complicating the situation was that charge of electricity sizzling in the air between them. She was sure he felt it too. It was too strong to be one-sided. And underlying it was the hint of an emotional connection that set off alarm bells in her head. No emotions, she silently reminded herself. That wasn’t what this was about. If she was smart she’d tell him she’d changed her mind and usher him out of the room. Then run as far from him as she could get.
“We need to establish some ground rules.”
She wanted to tell him they didn’t have enough time for ground rules, they had barely more than half an hour. But he was in charge and that thought alone thrilled her.
His voice was low and even, full of authority, but at the same time with a seductive quality that made her suddenly want to throw herself at his feet and tell him she’d do whatever he wanted. She was there to please him. Even with her other Doms, while she acted the part, giving in to the submissive side of her nature—the real side—she had willingly submitted while holding back a good part of herself. She was greatly afraid with this man that would not be possible. He would demand everything of her and she’d be powerless to resist.
“First, your safe word.”
She cleared her throat. “Fire.”
“Fire?” he repeated. “Ahh, as in Flame.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Second. We have limited time tonight. That means we’re able to do less than I’d like. It’s possible only one of us will receive satisfaction. I’m sure you know which of us that will be.”
Not me, but I don’t care. And why don’t I? How could a man affect me this strongly after just a few minutes and literally no interaction.
“It would please me greatly to bring you to climax.”
Interesting that she meant every word of it. She’d thought herself a true submissive until the disastrous relationship with Edward had her questioning herself. Remolding herself as a switch and playing both roles was cathartic, but now deep inside her the true submissive was peeking out. What was it about this man that turned her inside out like this in so few moments together?
“I’m glad to hear that. Stand up now.”
She rose to her feet, hands still behind her back. She’d learned how to do that without being awkward or clumsy. Edward had certainly drilled it into her.
“You may look at me.”
She raised her eyes and nearly lost her breath at the hunger she saw burning in his. Thirty minutes would be barely enough for them to scratch the surface.
“I want you to take off my shirt carefully, fold it and put it neatly on the chair against the wall.”
She was proud of the fact her hands barely trembled as she complied with his order. She was so turned on from just being with him that she had trouble controlling herself. She unbuttoned his shirt, slid it from his broad shoulders and disposed of it as he’d requested. Then she took a good look at his chest and her breath lodged in her throat. He was solid muscle everywhere. The wall of his chest was matted with whorls of hair that looked like spun gold. And barely concealed were large nipples of dusky-brown.
She ran her tongue over her lower lip, hungry for a taste of him.
“You may touch me,” he told her. “I want you to. Put your mouth on each of my nipples and suck them the way you like yours sucked. Do to me what you wish I’d do to you.”
Her luxurious red hair fell around her face like a curtain as she leaned forward and took one of his nipples in her mouth. The moment she gently closed her teeth around the bud Tyler felt electricity sizzle through him to every part of his body, even his balls. He could almost hear his dick begging for her to put her mouth on it.
Flame licked the pebbled bud, swirling her tongue over and around it, alternating with gentle nips. When she had teased it and tormented it for a few moments she moved to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment. Tyler gritted his teeth to maintain some thread of control. The woman had the mouth of an angel—or a devil—and knew how to use it. He’d been with a lot of women but he knew already none of them could compare to Flame, who burned so brightly.
“Step back now.” His voice had a taut, strangled sound. Good. She was getting to him.
She took one step backward and stood with her eyes lowered and her hands behind her back. She could see an impressive bulge at his fly and her mouth watered at what she’d see when he was naked. For the first time since agreeing to this spur of the moment session she regretted not having more time to spend with him.
Stop it. Don’t go there. You know what happens.
“Remove the bustier and toss it to the side. But do it slowly. And leave the boots on.”
She took her time undoing the laces, opening them with tantalizing slowness. She could hear the rasp of his breath as his breathing quickened. Saw the flex of his cock behind the fabric of his slacks. He’d tasted so good when she worked his nipples she wanted to lick him all over his body. Especially that impressive bulge.
She tossed the bustier to the side then stood there, eyes still downcast, hands behind her back, waiting for his next command. She could almost feel the slide of his gaze over her body. For the first time in ages she wondered how he saw her. If he approved. Did he think her curves too full? Her breasts imperfect? The freckles on her skin a turnoff?
Stop, stop, stop. Don’t go there again.
“Hold your breasts out to me in your palms while I finish undressing,” he commanded. “Rub your thumbs over your nipples. Make them stand out. Hard. For me. You may lift your gaze and watch me.”
Obediently she cradled her breasts in her hands and rasped her thumbs over the taut peaks. Heat surged straight to her pussy, more because he was watching her than from the act itself. A lot of Doms requested this and while it always stimulated her, this was far beyond anything she’d felt before.
And when he’d removed the rest of his clothes, she swallowed a gasp at the sight of him completely nude. The cock that sprang from the nest of dark-golden curls was beyond magnificent—long and thick with a rich purple color to the head. She could hardly wait to get her mouth around it.
“On your knees,” he ordered. “Now.”
She lowered herself to the submissive pose, awaiting his next order.
“Take my cock in your hand and put your mouth on it.”
She had to stop herself from thanking him. Wrapping her fingers around him, she opened her mouth wide and slid his shaft over her tongue. Oh lord. He filled her mouth to capacity and tasted as good as he looked. The scent of his musk filled her nostrils. Her pussy throbbed and every nerve in her body danced. With a skill born of practice, she moved her lips back and forth on the velvet-covered steel, swirling her tongue around it each time she withdrew.
“You have a very talented mouth,” he told her. “It gives me much pleasure. Suck harder, Flame. Stroke faster. Cup my balls.”
Warmed by his praise, she did as he ordered, increasing the rhythm of her hand and drawing his cock more deeply into her mouth. Sliding one hand between his hard thighs, she cupped his balls and rolled them in her fingers. The groan that broke from his mouth let her know exactly how much he was enjoying it.
As much as I am.
How man
y times had she performed this act before? But never with this inner burst of heat and desire. When he gripped her head and moved it away from his body, she looked up at him, surprised and stunned. Had she somehow done something wrong?
“Did I displease you in some way, Master?”
“No.” he shook his head. “Just the opposite. But we need more time than we have for you to use your mouth on me the way I want. Answer a question for me.” His gaze burned into her. “With unlimited time I like to test my subs, try different things with them until I find what gives us both pleasure. But since we have so little time we need to change things up. So I ask you. What drives you to orgasm the fastest? Just being restrained? What toys work best on you?”
Whatever it was she was feeling for him suddenly became stronger, stunning her. It wasn’t very often Doms asked their subs what turned them on. Maybe after several sessions habits had developed but usually the decision was always the Dom’s. No wonder Tyler’s subs raved about him the way they did.
When she didn’t answer him he cupped her chin and tilted her head up to him. “A good and obedient sub always answers her Master’s questions. Now. What makes you come the fastest?”
She hesitated before she spoke and then she barely whispered her answer. “The crop.”
“Flame?” His fingers tightened on her chin. “I can hardly hear you. Is there a problem with you answering me? If I want to know something, if I ask you something, there is no wrong answer. So tell me, Flame, in a loud, clear voice, what it is you love the most.”
“The crop.” Her voice was stronger this time. After all, he had cared enough to ask. “I love the feel of the crop on my ass.” Maybe too much.
“Does it make your pussy cream? Your clit swell? Tell me.”
“Yes. All of that.” Just the thought of him applying the crop to her heated her blood.
“Good. This is your room so fetch me the one you’d like me to use.”
She rose to her feet and went to one wall where she kept a multitude of instruments and objects displayed in racks. She studied a group of crops before selecting a favorite one and handing it to him. It was about an inch thick and covered from handle to tip with thick braided leather. She watched him heft it, testing its weight in his hands before looking around the room.
Pain was an aphrodisiac to her. She tried to choose her Doms carefully so none of them took it over the top.
Been there, done that, got the t-shirt to remember it.
She had to believe Tyler didn’t fall into that category or Marco, who knew her history, would have intervened. Her eyes followed him as he moved around her, scanning the room. When he spotted a thick padded bench outfitted with cuffs he pointed to it.
“There,” he indicated. “Bend over that bench, legs wide apart, hands down so I can fasten the cuffs around them.” He pulled a condom from the large glass bowl where she kept them as he followed her to the bench.
She arranged herself as he’d ordered, feeling the familiar warmth of the leather, waiting expectantly for what came next. Tyler stood behind her, running one hand over the curve of her ass and between her thighs. One lean finger stroked her slit and rimmed the opening of her vagina. Flame had to grit her teeth to keep from pushing herself down on it. He hadn’t, after all, given her permission yet to do it and the submissive part of her would never violate that. But oh, how she wanted to. More than any other man she’d ever been with.
Tyler took the manacles and fastened them around her ankles and wrists. After testing them to confirm they were secure, he picked up the crop he’d placed on the floor where she could see it.
“Now we begin,” he said, running the crop once over her smooth flesh.
She jolted when he laid the first stroke on her ass and at once the erotic heat blossomed and spread through her body. Then he did it again and again. Occasionally he took a moment to reach between her thighs to check her cunt, grunting when he found it dripping wet. Tormenting her a little more each time, he made sure to give her clit a little rub and pinch. Flame had all she could do to contain herself.
He applied the strokes more rapidly now, the level of heat increasing and spreading to her thighs and into the slick channel of her pussy. She didn’t swallow her cries of pain, knowing how stimulating they were to a Dom. Nor did she try to stem the flood of tears running down her cheeks. Endorphins flooded her system, ramping up her desire. Every strike of the crop carried her into that place where pain and pleasure mingled in an erotic cocktail. She teetered so close to release, she ground her teeth in frustration. She never used her safe word. She saved that for extreme situations, not for the sensual pain that she welcomed.
When he finally tossed the crop aside, she was dripping and squirming with the need for release. She nearly sighed with relief when he opened the lips of her cunt and drove into her in one swift move. Her slickness eased his passage but he was so big and thick she had to force herself to relax to take all of him. Her inner muscles gripped him and she moved her hips as much as she could with the limited freedom her position afforded.
The first strokes were slow, his cock dragging against her sweet spot each time. Then he increased the pace, moving faster and faster. He inched one hand between her body and the bench and found her clit. As he pounded into her, he rolled and tugged and pinched that hot little nubbin, driving her crazy.
“Yes,” she cried, “yes, yes, yes, yes. More. Harder.”
Now, she wanted to beg. Please now.
With a final hard thrust he took her over the edge and followed her at once. She spasmed around him, milking every last drop from him. He came like a rocket, exploding in the thin latex sheath. Flame shuddered with the effort, her heart pounding. She wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to get enough air in her lungs again. But it had been definitely worth it.
Tyler leaned over her. She could feel the heavy thudding of his heart against her back and the seesawing of air in and out of his lungs. At last she heard his breathing return to a semblance of normal and his heartbeat slowed. Lifting himself from her body, he unfastened the cuffs. Before letting her up, however, he took the tube of zinc ointment she’d set out earlier and applied it carefully to her buttocks and thighs. Then he eased her up from her position over the bench and turned her to face him. With his thumbs, he wiped the vestiges of tears from her face.
“Let me remove your mask and soothe your face, Flame.” The unexpected tenderness in his voice almost—almost!—caused her to break her hard and fast rule.
“No!” The word came out hard and desperate. She took a deep breath and wrapped her fingers around his wrists. “The mask never comes off.” The mask was the only thing that allowed her the freedom she had at Finesse. Within the walls of the club she could be Flame and no one else. Her nine-to-five persona didn’t enter into anything and she had to preserve that anonymity.
“I worked you pretty hard with that crop.” She loved the rich sound of his voice and the concern she heard in it. “Maybe you should cancel your next session.”
She shook her head. This was nothing new for her and she usually switched from one role to the other. “I allow myself an hour between them. And the understanding is I can always say what’s off limits before we start.”
He frowned at her. “Why do you schedule more than one a night? Not too many people do.”
“Ah.” She pulled a tissue from a nearby box and blotted her cheeks before giving him a slow smile. “But that’s because I have a special situation.” One she’d worked hard to establish and for reasons Tyler didn’t need to know. She was the only member, top or bottom, who scheduled her sessions in advance and by now could have her pick of those requesting time with her. Marco vetted everyone and kept a close eye on things. She was now a major attraction at the club, so they took very good care of her. “Didn’t Daks tell you? I saw you talking to him.”
“Yes, but—”
She put her fingers against his lips. “I’ll be fine.” She hesitated, wondering if she should giv
e voice to the thought banging around in her brain. “I wish now we’d had more time together.” She regretted the words even as she said them. She never expressed herself this way to either Dom or sub.
Tyler’s hands cradled her cheeks with a tenderness that took away her breath. “As do I. Next time I want you for the entire evening. Tell Marco what night and he’ll call me. If you could make it within the next two weeks that would be great.”
A butterfly suddenly danced in her stomach. One of the reasons she came to Finesse was to have no-strings BDSM play. No strings meant no commitment and no ownership. Everyone understood. While there were some couples who were exclusive, the majority of the members were available to arrange a session with anyone they chose. As long as it was consensual. Exclusivity had become a dirty word in her vocabulary.
She tried to keep the arrangements as impersonal as possible but the emotions Tyler had roused inside her, the ones she kept carefully locked away, were waking up. If she had any sense, she’d tell him she was booked and leave it at that. But she wanted another session with him as badly as he obviously wanted one with her.
“Are you giving me some sort of deadline?” Maybe she could just tell him she had no time available. “I don’t do well with ultimatums. Except, of course, in the context of a scene.”
“Nothing like that. I have to go out of town on business then and I could be gone as long as a month.” He smiled at her. “I want a warm memory to take with me.”
A month. He’d be gone a whole month. Surely enough time for her to wipe him out of her system.
She nodded. “Then I’ll see what I can do.”
Flame couldn’t recall the last time she’d regretted the brevity of a session or looked forward so eagerly to the next one. But she needed to keep her cool. She’d be as pliant as a Dom liked inside these walls, but when playtime was over she took back the reins.
Flame waited as Tyler dressed, fascinated by the play of taut muscles as he bent and moved and stretched. She almost hated to see him cover up that magnificent body.