by Bella Juarez
Passing the office that Rio occupied, he saw it was empty. She’d already left for the day and would probably be home cooking supper. When he took out his phone to give her a call, he noticed that he had a text. He’d been so wrapped up in what he’d been doing this afternoon that he hadn’t checked his phone. He read the message and a shiver ran through him. He had to get home as fast as he could.
* * * *
Rio got worried when he didn’t respond to her text, but her fears evaporated with his reaction when he walked through the door and saw her in her chair. She didn’t need to say a word—he knew. As he walked toward her, he stripped and then dropped to his knees in front of her, naked. His gaze dropped to her lap and the cane she held. Leaning forward, he kissed the fingers that curled around the thin stick.
“Thank you,” he murmured.
Any doubts she had about what she’d planned vanished. His reaction had been perfect. This seemed like a dream to her at times. Their relationship was so perfect, and he reinforced it every time he told her that she’d be the only one he’d ever trust with his secret. She wanted to make him happy because she loved him so much and would do whatever it took to keep it that way. He would never know how long he’d had her on her knees, silently begging while she waited for him.
As pushy as he could be, he’d patiently waited for her to ease into the physical part of this. He’d gently guided her into an unexpected turn in their already close bond. As time and their discussions went on, he’d convinced her that only she could do this for him. When it came to play, he could do things by the book. It would be the deeper part of this dynamic that he would struggle with. For now she didn’t want to think about the psychology. This was for him and to reinforce that she was willing to learn his needs and satisfy them. Eventually, she’d get him to the place where he’d accept whatever she decided to do and be happy.
“Let’s take this into the bedroom,” she said.
Taking her time as she restrained him, she played with his senses as she slowly ran her fingers over his body while she tied him down. He squirmed and groaned at her teasing. When she finished, she took in the picture of Danny lying on his back. His arms and legs were stretched to their limits. Just looking at him in this position was intoxicating, and it reminded her of how much she controlled him. Redirecting her attention, she smiled down at him, but he didn’t notice. His eyes had the glazed look of rising passion and anticipation of what would happen next. She’d picked up on his belly being sensitive to her touch. He blinked when she slapped the thin cane against his hard abdomen.
“Focus,” she ordered.
“Yes, Mistress,”
Leaning over, she kissed him long and slow, tasting him. Kissing him could be more intimate than sex. The leather bindings cracked as he clutched them. The muscles in his arms bulged with the strength of his grip on the restraints. It wouldn’t surprise her if he ripped his way out of his bindings, but she knew he wouldn’t ruin the experience he’d waited so long for. This was what he craved, pleasure and pain. She’d had to study this part of his needs for a while because she didn’t understand it. He’d finally explained the euphoric rush he got from the right kind of pain. She studied long and hard wanting to give him the right kind and figured out that she had to balance the pleasure with a little sting.
As he relaxed with the kiss, she flicked the cane over his chest making him tense and groan, edging him upward. When she opened her eyes, she looked down at his erection. Letting instinct drive her, she ran the thin stick lightly over his cock. She leaned forward, but he turned away looking down at his precious dick and the malicious stick that now teased it. Not knowing what she would do next must’ve been excruciating for him because he could be such a control freak and wanted everything his way. At times, she’d assert her authority just to remind him of their agreement. She gently tapped his hard cock making it lurch to meet the cane.
“Be still, or I’ll really make this hurt,” she said. He squirmed, and she suppressed a giggle wondering if he realized that he’d disregarded her command. She flicked her wrist, and the cane cracked as it made contact with his thighs. “That’s exactly what you want, isn’t it?”
“Yes! Quit fucking with me and get on with it!”
Rio sat back on her knees and teasingly ran the cane up and down his body. “You’re not trying to tell me what to do, again…are you?” He didn’t answer, so she slapped his thighs. “Are you?”
“No, Mistress,” he gasped.
“Then kiss me. Like. You. Mean it.” She punctuated her last words with successive smacks to his sensitive belly.
Seized with momentary doubt when welts rose on his skin, the glance she shot him conveyed her fear. Without words, he let her know she was doing this right, and she could almost hear him say; Please don’t stop. I’m okay, and it’s perfect.
“Please, please,” he murmured.
Straddling his thighs, she leaned forward and kissed him. The temptation to release him was almost irresistible. She needed him to put his arms around her and reassure her that she was on the right path. Knowing that he craved this, she doubted he’d be the best judge of her limits. No matter how much he wanted it, no matter how much he needed it, she had to be eased into this sort of play. Dishing out pain to the love of her life wasn’t something she had been entirely comfortable with. One did not strike or cause physical pain to the person one loved, and as they talked she’d discovered he had very few physical limits. It didn’t surprise her and was the reason why it had taken her a while to start this sort of play. She would have to exercise a great deal of caution. His psychology since becoming a SEAL had changed. He wouldn’t admit defeat easily, and by the time he’d need to utter a syllable of his safe word, he might not be in any condition to speak. It was her responsibility as his Domme to keep him safe.
Steadying herself and regrouping her thoughts, she backed up, and sat on his thighs. Taking his cock in her hand, she balanced the pain with some pleasure as she slowly stroked. He groaned and gripped the straps that held him firm.
“Does that feel good?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Do you want more?”
“Please, Mistress,” he groaned.
“Ask me.”
“Beat the shit out of me!”
Flicking her wrist, she landed the cane across his six-pack abs where angry welts rose after every strike. As she marked his body with the cane, her jacking combined with the pain made his cock dribble copiously. She gradually increased the force and decreased the frequency of her strikes. She’d read that varying her strikes would maximize the sensation. Noting the way his cock would swell and slack, he teetered on the edge. As he squirmed and groaned, she concentrated her strikes on his belly. His body trembled as his hips jerked indicating his orgasm was now within reach.
“Oh, fuck, that feels so good!” He groaned as he thrust his hips upward and shook with excitement.
Not yet, babe. To bring him down a notch, she snapped a harder correction swat. “Don’t you dare come.”
Danny lay breathless as she gently tapped his lips with the tip of the cane.
“Open.” She placed the cane across his open lips. “Close.”
As he clamped down on the object of his delicious torment, she ran her hands over his burning skin where she’d concentrated her pattern of swats. The glassy expression he wore as he closed his eyes and groaned let her know he’d already gone to another dimension. The welts she left behind had to hurt, but he’d gone past the pain and now sunk deeper into his happy place.
She picked up a cock harness that she’d readied before tying him down. Securing it had been difficult because his cock was so engorged. A lesson learned for the next time, she needed to make him put it on before they started.
“Who comes first?” she asked as she eased his balls into the separated openings.
“You do, Mistress.” He struggled with the answer because of the cane he held between his teeth.
“This
will remind you to hold it until I tell you to come, won’t it?” She snapped the harness around his dick.
“Yes, Mistress,” he whispered as he closed his eyes.
Stepping away long enough to take her clothes off, she couldn’t help but stare at him. She intended to deepen that glassy-eyed expression as she stripped out of her clothes. He blinked when she moved to the bed when she returned. Groaning as she ran her hands over his warm torso, he squeezed his eyes shut and arched into her hands. He opened his eyes and sent another wave of lust through her. The change from stinging pain to the soothing gentleness in her touch kept him on edge. He pleaded with his eyes for more of what she’d been dishing out with the cane. The insides of her thighs were coated with her juices, and she battled with herself for a moment. She’d done this for his benefit, so why had she become so enraptured with causing him pain? She wanted to do this all night but knew she had to temper the pain with pleasure for the both of them. He was so beautiful, and what he did to her by releasing himself to her was electrifying and terrifying at the same time.
“Release,” she said as she took the cane and resumed her position. “It’s my turn now.”
The need to fill her aching pussy with his cock consumed her at this moment, and she shivered as she eased him inside her body. No matter how many times they had sex, it was always fresh and new. The muscles in his arms flexed against the restraints as she fucked him slow and easy. In her heightened state, her skin had become flushed, and as she moved him in and out of her, she felt every vein and ridge in his cock. Knowing that the man she’d waited for all of her life had become all hers body, mind, soul, and cock, gave her a feeling of power the likes of which she’d never known or dreamed could be possible. Realizing that she could have him on his knees ready to do her bidding with just the snap of her fingers, was heady and giving her a new kind of rush. Power was like a drug, and controlling Danny was her fix. She shivered at the sudden rush that coursed through her, and without thinking, she flicked the cane over his red abdomen.
“Oh fuck, yeah,” he groaned as he squeezed his eyes shut.
She could see by his expression and physical reactions that the dual sensations of pain and pleasure had merged. She’d just succeeded in taking him even higher yet. She rode his cock and alternated her strikes, edging them both closer. The harness she’d wrapped around his cock inhibited his impending orgasm just enough to allow her time to catch up. It didn’t take long.
A sliver of doubt nagged at her. She shouldn’t like doing this to him so much. Needing to be closer to him to show him how much she needed and loved him, she tossed the cane to the floor. She leaned forward and fed him one of her breasts. As his mouth closed around her nipple, the familiar tremor of a climax shook her deep inside. She closed her eyes and increased her pace as she gripped his arms, threw back her head, and moaned. He bit down on her nipple causing a jolt of pain and threw her headlong into bliss. She dug her nails into his biceps as she rode his cock harder and faster, squeezing his hips like a python with her thighs as her orgasm peaked.
“Mistress, please,” he panted.
Still caught up in her own tidal wave of pleasure, she whispered breathlessly, “Come for me.”
The command was like a match igniting dynamite. He squeezed his eyes shut and jerked his hips as he released himself. Grabbing his face, she swallowed his cries as she kissed him. Somewhere in her bliss, it struck her just how beautiful he was and how much she loved him. The leather bindings creaked and cracked as he gripped the restraints and thrust his hips to meet her eager pussy. A second climax shot through her when he bit her lower lip. He groaned and fought the restraints as he peaked. His cock took longer to soften because of the harness, letting her ride her wave just a little longer. The tension of their play and the cosmic orgasm left her drained and exhausted. As she relaxed against his chest, the need to be close to him and just breathe washed over her.
“Rio, babe, please,” Danny said.
Shaking herself awake, she came back into reality. She must’ve dozed for a moment, leaving him tied up. Damn! How could she be so irresponsible?
“Oh God, I’m sorry,” she whispered as she worked quickly to release him.
Flexing his arms to work the circulation back into his limbs, he chuckled. “Did you have a nice nap?”
“How long did I sleep?” she asked, releasing the second cuff.
“Just a few seconds.” He laughed. “That wore you out, didn’t it?” She nodded. He cupped her face and rubbed his nose against hers. “Was that hard for you?”
“A little.”
“That was amazing, babe. Thank you.”
Danny’s expression was filled with love and gratitude. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. She needed to be held and to have his reassurance that she’d done the right thing. This had been a huge step for her, and one that had given him the release he’d been asking for. She would do anything for him, and in this quiet moment of simply holding each other, she knew their lifelong connection had just been made stronger.
“I love you,” she said with a kiss.
“I know.”
“Don’t move.” Rio got up and released his ankles, then threw on some clothes.
Picking up the blanket that draped over the footboard of the bed, she gently placed it over his hips and went to the kitchen. She pulled out a bottle of Gatorade and walked back to the bedroom.
When she entered the bedroom, the bed was empty.
“Danny?” she called as she moved through the room. “Danny?” she called again when she heard the click of a camera shutter coming from the bathroom. “What are you doing?”
Standing in front of the mirror, he studied the marks that she’d left on him.
“Not bad,” he said, proudly showing her the selfie he’d just taken of the cane marks on his belly.
“Are you crazy? How the hell will you explain something like that if that picture falls into the wrong hands?” she asked, horrified as she reached for the phone.
“I know what I’m doing.” He pulled it out of her reach. “I know how to nuke an electronic device faster than you can imagine.”
“Delete that!”
“No. I want to remember this after it goes away.”
“Danny! Delete that damn picture now!”
“I’ll take it off my phone, just not right now.”
Glancing at the marks on his belly, she wasn’t so sure she wanted to remember. He set his phone down and took her hands.
“This was something I’d always fantasized about, and you made it happen. It was better than I imagined, and because it was so perfect, I never want to forget it.” He leaned in and kissed her.
“I should beat your ass; I told you not to move,” she said.
“Promise?”
Ignoring his hopeful smile, she looked away. She glanced back at him, and they both broke out in laughter. He’d thrown on some shorts that were in his clothes pile that he’d yet to put away, another infraction she needed to address with him. Now she wondered if he did things on purpose just for a little punishment. She mildly regretted what she’d done when she saw how slow he moved. By the way he grimaced as he sat up against the headboard, she’d inflicted some pain, maybe more than she’d intended. As he settled in, he looked at the bottle she held.
“Is that for me?”
“Yes, I thought you’d need it. You got up too soon.”
“Babe, I’m really okay.” He opened the bottle and took a long swallow.
“I made some chicken salad for dinner.”
“You know that’s my favorite,” he said, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear. The affectionate gesture reassured her everything was still okay. “Let’s go eat; I’m starving.”
They ate at the table; she liked it this way. No TV, no phones, just them. Noticing that his Gatorade was almost gone, she got him another one. He finished the drink in just a few swallows, so she made a mental note to have lots of it on hand. And like any lo
ngtime couple, they talked about their day.
“Did you know Davey’s back in the Corps?” he asked.
“He told me about it over the weekend. Actually, it surprised me that he agreed. I remember when he came back and retired, he said he regretted ever joining. He’s had a lot of issues, and I’m glad he’s got so much faith in his commander. I hope by doing this he’s moved past whatever happened to him.”
Danny nodded as he ate. Davey never talked to her about what happened to him and why he’d been so determined to leave the Corps. She’d been worried that he would hurt himself or worse. She sincerely hoped that, with this decision to rejoin his group, he’d be able to move on with his life and bury his demons. As always, Danny sensed her mood and squeezed her hand in comfort.
“How long had you been planning this?” he asked as he dug a cracker into the salad.
“I ordered the cane right before you left.”
“What made today special?” he asked as he offered her a bite.
How could she tell him Sylvia finally pushed her over the edge? After all the reassurance he’d tried to give her, it would seem as if she didn’t believe or trust him. The day she’d gone to the jail and watched that pathetic woman’s attempts to ferment doubt about him, she’d made up her mind to give him what he’d been asking her for. She watched a very sated Danny relish the attention Mistress lavished on him. She never wanted him to turn to another woman because she couldn’t give him what he wanted.
“So…” Danny prompted with a sideways glance.
“I was in the mood today.”
“So…how do I get you in the mood again?”
Chapter 21
El Casa De Alacrán
Nacozari de García, Sonora, Mexico
August 6, 2010/1827 Zulu
Preparing to leave the estate of Ignacio Montenegro, Nayyaf set his few belongings that the servants hadn’t already packed for him with the other things he had. As he walked out of the spacious room, he called his embassy and let them know he’d be meeting the aircraft at the airstrip in less than an hour. Ignacio waited for him at the foot of the stairs. There were so many things he had to do once he returned to the United States. The Iranian president had been scheduled to speak at the UN in a few days, and a meeting with him topped the agenda.