For Love & Torture_A Submissives’ Secrets Novel

by Michelle Love

  “I’m ready,” she calls out from the hallway where I told her to wait outside the playroom door for me.

  She wanted to surprise me with the outfit she found to wear, so she asked me to wait in the living room while she changed into it for our first practice run.

  Flipping the switch on as I enter the darkened hallway, I freeze when I see her kneeling on the floor. Her head is ducked submissively. Her hair is done in one long, ornate braid. I suck in my breath as I look at the red leather that’s barely covering her luscious body.

  Jade’s been subconscious about the small scar that runs just above her pubic mound. Sarah had to be delivered via emergency C-section when the cord came out before she did and her little head cut off her blood and oxygen supply. The leather covers Jade’s midsection completely. But it’s only straps everywhere else, from what it looks like.

  “Rise,” I tell her, as I want to see it all.

  She does as I say, keeping her head bent. The red leather straps are thin. Three of them cover her breasts, well, her nipples, anyway. And three more cover her pussy. They’ll be easily accessible, and I love how much thought she put into this piece.

  “You look hot as fuck, baby.”

  “Thank you, sir.” She smiles, but keeps her head bowed.

  I walk past her, going to the sling that’s hung from the beam in the playroom. I had one installed, as this thing hangs from one hook. I wanted to be certain it’d hold her weight without coming out of the ceiling.

  “Come, Jade.”

  She moves to me, and I pick her up, setting her in the material that’s much like that of a hammock, only it’s much smaller. Moving one hand over her left arm, I lift it up and place her wrist into the cuff I’ve attached. We want her hands immobilized.

  She waits patiently for me to secure her, then I do the same with her other hand. Her lips are quivering with nervous energy, and I stop and kiss them to take a bit away from her. She leans into my kiss, sending heat through me.

  Knowing that she’s a little afraid and a little anxious always gets to me in the best possible way. I end the kiss and pull her chin up to look at her. “Color, Jade.”

  “Green. I’m just so excited, is all. You know how I get in the beginning. All jittery, wondering if I can still take what I did last time and add to it a bit. My body seems to change a little each year.”

  “And always in great ways.” I place my palm on her left breast. A breast that has a tiny notch taken out of it where her doctor found a lump at the beginning of the year. We worried about it being cancer. We were all relieved when the lumpectomy came back negative.

  I lean over and kiss her sweet breast, then run my hand over it and look at it lovingly. How my heart stung when she told me she’d have to undergo surgery. My poor little Jade was so brave, and I was a mess inside but held it together on the outside not only for me but for her, the children, and her parents. I kept a brave face through it all. Privately, I broke down more than once and prayed for it not to be true.

  When my prayers were answered, I went to see her doctor by myself. I asked him about the things we’d done, like the nipple clamping, and asked if that might’ve caused the lump. He assured me it hadn’t, but told me that I should always be sure Jade’s not hurting when we use those things.

  Jade never keeps in any information about her pain. Honesty is the most important aspect of what we do, and she understands that. Anything that hurts past the count of ten is a thing we stop. I don’t mean to break her body, only to allow her to experience everything her body has to offer her, nothing more or less than that.

  “You don’t have to look like that, Pierce,” she whispers to me. “That’s all over. We came through it just fine, didn’t we?”

  “We did. You did, I mean,” I say as I move my eyes to meet hers.

  Her smile is warm as she says, “We did. I couldn’t have made it through all that with my sanity intact if you hadn’t been there for me through it all. My rock.”

  With a nod, I try to shake off the painful memory and move on with our scene. Running my hand along her left leg, I pull it out, straight. “And do you recall what our plan is for this leg, Jade?”

  “You’re to tie it out straight. Opening me up for you.” Her smile changes into one that’s a bit sinister as she holds her leg out straight and I go get the rope that will do that.

  Wrapping the soft rope around her ankle, I attach the other end to a hook I’ve put on the wall. The other leg will be held up and attached to the rope of the sling. With her tied up and helpless, I walk away from her, allowing her to experience the feeling of near weightlessness along with helplessness.

  The paddle, much like that of a ping pong paddle, is wrapped in burlap. The way she’s positioned leaves little room for thorough strikes. The burlap will add in a stinging sensation, something to help those endorphins get to work on her body.

  When I make my way back to her, I see tears have made their way down her cheeks that are now pink. “And those are for?”

  “For what I’ve suffered this past year. For how I made you all suffer with it as well. It’s hard for me to understand how people handle all that’s thrown at them. We had that little scare. What if something bigger comes along?”

  “Then we’ll handle that too.” Rubbing the paddle along the leg that’s strung up, I ask her, “That’s uncomfortable, isn’t it?”

  “It is,” she agrees. “Kind of scratchy, and it leaves my skin itching. The fact I can’t scratch it has me flustered already.”

  “Good.” I run it back down her leg, then over her pussy. “It’s good to know you aren’t in control of everything that happens to you. And it’s also good to know that you can take what’s making you uncomfortable and turn it all around. Now, how does it feel?”

  Rubbing her warm folds in a circular motion with the paddle, I watch her face go soft as she moans. “Good.”

  Then I smack her ass with it and she yelps. “Now?”

  “I kind of like the sensation it leaves behind. A slightly itchy feeling, but it’s stimulating as well.” She closes her eyes. “Can you give me another one?”

  With another smack, I listen to her moan, “And rub my pussy with it again, please.”

  I do as she’s asked and she moans softly, “Yes, this will work just fine.”

  With a laugh, I stop the stimulation as I think she could pop with just that. “Not so fast, baby.”

  “I know, I know,” she says, then sighs. “It’s so much better with build-up.”

  “That’s right. Your screams of pleasure are music to my ears. And I like my music loud and pounding.” Unable to resist with her in the position she’s in, I take my hard cock out of my loose-fitting slacks and run it around her pussy that’s already beginning to weep for me.

  “Oh, fuck, Pierce. Fuck me, please,” she begs as her eyes roll back.

  I push it into her with a few long, slow strokes. Looking up, I see her toes curling, and it makes me smile. “You like being strung up like this, don’t you?”

  “I do,” she moans. “Your cock feels so amazing.”

  Pulling on one of the ropes, I pull her body to me, using it to make the strokes. Our flesh meets with a slapping sound and retreats with a soft suctioning sound. Watching my cock go in and out of her is mesmerizing. Her sweet juices are flowing nicely all over it.

  Fuck the plan for now; my mouth is watering for her. I pull out and kiss her vagina, thrusting my tongue into it, tasting her and groaning as I hold her by her waist to steady her for my attention.

  Her moans are fantastic as the ropes hold her tightly. She can’t do a thing but accept what I’m doing to her. The way she turns it all into pleasure is a gift not everyone has.

  Just as I feel her walls quivering, I stop and kiss her inner thighs as she makes a frustrated sound that makes me smile. No matter how long we’ve been doing things like this, she can’t ever seem to stop herself from groaning about it. She knows how much more she’ll feel when I do her bod
y this way, after all.

  “Pierce, my God …”

  “Hush,” I whisper, a bit harshly. “Or I’ll be forced to put you in the cage.”

  I watch her eyes open as she looks at me. “I’ll be quiet. I wish I could resist begging, but I can’t.”

  “And that’s why I love you.” I kiss my way along her stomach until I get to her face and kiss her mouth, sharing her juices with her.

  This is going to be one hell of a fun week!

  Jade

  This year, we’ve decided to make a bit more of a show for the members of The Dungeon of Decorum. They seem to love us, as they clap and cheer as we enter the underground room they call the Dragon’s Lair. It’s ancient looking, with sconces on the rock walls that blaze with flames which are fueled by natural gas.

  Pierce and I requested this room to do our scene in. The club has added some features that we’ve worked into our scene. It’s not only mind blowing for me, but I think the other members will love it as well.

  Along with my red leather garb, Pierce has placed a thin leather collar around my neck, and he’s leading me with a matching leash. I walk tall and proud behind my man. Each step we take brings us closer to the stage, a place that has pillars of fire bursting up on each side of it.

  We were warned about the heat being a bit extreme. That’ll be the only X-factor in our scene. We know exactly how we’re doing everything else. My head is bowed. I don’t even try to look at anyone as we make our way through the crowd to the stage.

  The sound of the sling falling through the air as it’s sent to the stage has the people growing quiet as we walk up to it. Pierce stops, and I go to him. He turns me around to face the audience and runs his hand from my pussy to my throat.

  “She is mine. No one but me has ever touched her, and no one else ever will. The closest you will ever get to her is watching me bring her pleasure and pain.”

  The pillars of fire lower as Pierce takes the leash off me, then picks me up and puts me into the sling. He goes painstakingly through the process of securing me in the other ways as loud music plays. My heart is thumping with excitement already.

  With my body in position, he proceeds with making the fire come back to life, and I find that the heat is uncomfortable. I find myself writhing in the sling, but can only move small amounts. “Yellow,” I cry out.

  With my word, Pierce lowers the flames, making it less hot. “Color, Jade.”

  “Green.”

  Swinging me around, I find my body going dangerously close to the flames. Being that this isn’t a thing we’ve practiced has me slightly concerned, but my trust in Pierce overrides any real fears.

  The reaction the audience has is great, though. I love the energy they give off with the energy we’re giving them. It’s such a personal exchange, and yet there are so many people we’re sharing it with. It’s the kind of thing that’s odd, but cool too.

  As the ropes bring me to Pierce, the slap of the paddle hits my ass, and I scream. It’s just shocking. No matter how many times we’ve practiced, I still scream every damn time.

  With a sharp jerk he stops me and paddles me three more times. I yelp with each one, then he pulls the rope in such a way that I’m upside down. My ass is to the audience, and he gives me one smack after another. I cry out with each one. Then he stops just before I’m about to cry.

  I feel his mouth on my ass cheeks as he kisses it all over. Then I’m moved a bit, and his mouth is on my pussy, licking it with his tongue flattened out, and I can’t stop moaning.

  My ass is stinging, and my pussy is throbbing, and the sound the crowd is making has my blood boiling. One long lick after another and another has me nearly coming undone. Then his mouth is gone, and I’m flipped around some more.

  Ending up with me parallel to the floor, Pierce pulls the ropes so I swing to him and he thrusts his cock into me with a hard jolt. He pulls me to him over and over as I groan and moan with pleasure mixed with frustration. I know he won’t let me cum and, as hard as I try to get ready for that, it never fails that I start to worry about it before it happens.

  In and out he goes, until I’m shaking. Then he pulls out and comes to kiss me. One long kiss is shared, then he stops it and puts his cock into my mouth.

  The audience cheers as I deep throat him with ease. He doesn’t hold my head; he lets me do it all myself and it makes it easier for the others to see as well. I keep going and going until he stops me. We share a heated look before he leaves me to go get the paddle again.

  It’s hard for me not to tense my body up as I know he’s about to unleash on me. Twenty strikes, he’ll give me. It’s supposed to send me into a state he calls the Amber Zone. I’ve never reached it before, and I’m somewhat skeptical, to be honest.

  I take strike after strike, and each one sends me deeper. My mind blurs as I make the progression into the dark recesses. Then I can see it, the slight orange glow that comes along with this insane feeling my body has.

  I feel as if I’m flying. I’m so out of my head, yet I’m acutely aware of my body and what’s happening to it. Just as he makes the last strike, I feel him plunge his cock into me, and it feels as if he’s plugged into me. Our energy is pulsing between us.

  I can’t just feel every stroke he makes. Instead, I feel everything. The way his skin feels on mine. The way the soft skin on his cock moves as he moves it inside of me. The sweat as it trickles down his balls, mingling with the sweat that’s covering my ass. Every last thing, I can feel, and it’s tripled or quadrupled with the strange aura that surrounds us.

  When I feel my body start to jerk in the ropes, I know the inside of me is about to turn into molten lava. Heat grows, and waves start to roll inside of me. I know I’m making some kind of sounds, but can’t hear them as the music is all I can hear. Our bodies are colliding, and then they’re still, and we exchange what the other has given. His heat fills me, while mine erupts around him.

  The glow fades away, as does the music, leaving only the sounds of us panting. I’m soaking wet in every way imaginable, and so is Pierce. Thunderous applause is our reward for a job well done.

  A weak smile tells Pierce that I’m more than okay as he pulls out of me and comes to see how I am. “Great job, baby.”

  “You too,” I say with a huff. “I can barely breathe.”

  “Walking is going to be a bitch too,” he whispers.

  I’d laugh, but I’m too weak to. That crazy sensation takes a lot out of a person!

  Pierce

  Holding Jade as she sleeps after her first real experience into the Amber Zone, I can’t stop looking at the glow that stills resides within her. She was amazing!

  I can’t stop thinking about how lucky I am. I have it all, the best of all the worlds. The best job, the best pay, the best wife, the best sex life, and the cutest kids.

  For a second all I can feel is fear. It’s all over the place.

  I do have it good. Better than most. It can’t last!

  “Pierce?” I find Jade whispering as her eyes open.

  “Yes, baby?”

  Her hand strokes my cheek softly. “I love you.”

  Kissing her forehead, I whisper, “I love you too.”

  Her sigh is sweet in my ears. “Tomorrow we’ll go back home to the kids, and things will go back to normal. But I want you to know this one thing. If I never woke up again, I’d have felt more than anyone should be allowed to. Your love has given me more than I knew possible. Never will I take a single breath for granted. You’re a miracle, Pierce. If it all ended tomorrow, I’d never complain.”

  “Nor I, my princess.” Taking her lips with a sweet kiss, I can’t help but think we have an uncommon connection between us. When I need her, she’s there. When she needs me, I’m there. There are no exceptions to that rule which neither of us made up.

  Our lives are out of our hands; that much is certain. So why not live them to the best of our abilities until the day comes when they end? There will be no regrets, only cherishe
d memories of our time together.

  And that’s as it should be …

  The End

  Doctor’s Demands Preview

  A Submissives’ Secrets Novel

  Michelle Love

  Doctor Demands

  The Doctor’s arrived…And his treatment is sizzling!

  She’s a young college student, set on a scrupulous career as a school teacher.

  I’m a doctor with a checkered past.

  Binge drinking on weekends, sleeping with women I care nothing for, and seeking summers with women I rent, has been my life.

  Until I saw her face on the club’s website.

  The Dungeon of Decorum may have found her, but I’d take her as my own.

  Fighting men who wanted to use her in ways I found distasteful, I finally won her. She was mine to do with as I wanted. And I wanted all of her!

  But she’d only get part of me. It had to be that way. She was my secret.

  From our first touch, a spark ignited, neither of us had ever felt before. Our heat was off the charts. I couldn’t stop myself from taking her in ways I’d never planned on.

  And I hadn’t planned for what she did. She broke every rule; some I hadn’t even made yet.

  Could I face the world with what I’d done? Or would I run, leaving her behind me, safe as long as she wasn’t with me?

  Love is temporary, at best. Happily, ever after endings are merely fantasies, or so we both thought…

  Petra

  Birds chirped merrily overhead as I sat on a blanket under a tree on my college campus, looking at my dwindling bank account. The spring afternoon felt and sounded happy, but I was anything but that. I had one more year of college to go before I could become a kindergarten through fifth-grade school teacher, but finances weren’t working for me.

  Ohio State wasn’t a cheap school. Thanks to my mother marrying a wealthy man, my financial aid was nothing, nada, zero. And my new stepdad wasn’t about to pay for my school. It ripped my mother and I apart, but she didn’t seem too torn up about it.