“I only asked for your safeword,” he reminded her as he rummaged through his collection of toys and gear. Organized now, he focused his full attention on the task at hand. “We’re playing a little game. And you’re going to tell me what object I’m holding. It’s part touch and part imagination. Can you follow those rules?”
“Yes…”
Expectations heightened now, she recalled that initial thrill of the fear she harbored back in high school when she first discovered BDSM. She had no idea what to expect from Nigel, and curiosity nearly doomed her.
“What’s this?”
She felt the silky, squishy softness that he’d held to her hands, and January smiled. “Aw, that’s Lenny…”
“That was easy. Let’s play on here…”
January easily recognized the prick of a fork to her ass and the banana he’d placed between her breasts to hold while he feasted upon the fruit. However, as he dug into the trunk, confusion cluttered her ability to think. Everything was either silicone or plastic, with the occasional touch of chrome or leather. She’d even misidentified[JN1] the head of a dildo as a ball gag until he slipped it inside her and set the vibration to maximum speed.
With the reverberations beating throughout the lower-half of her body, she continued to lose focus. She could only feel the threat of pleasure and the pull of the ropes against her hands.
“You may not come. I haven’t decided yet if I’ll give you permission.”
Suddenly, she called out, whimpering in the misery of her own pleasure. She hoped that he’d take some pity on her before the night ended. She’d already been waiting too long.
Ignoring her desperate pleas, Nigel continued to suit her up to his fancy with suction cups to her nipples and a plug up her ass. Every move he made was calculated and careful, readying her for the next plunge.
At long last, though, Nigel could finally admit that he enjoyed seeing her clamor for what she couldn’t have. He discovered a new pleasure of his own in watching her toil against the temptations he’d bestowed upon her hungry body.
From the simulated cock that whirred and rattled against her G-spot to the delicate pain that radiated through her nipples, she allowed herself to tread so closely to the tipping point. She felt as if she’d been starved of all pleasures, but now, these tastes of titillation fed her needs.
“Safeword?”
January strained to stand. He’d struck all her pleasure points, and now she fought to hold back. Part of her played the role he needed her to portray, but her impatience nearly toppled her. She just wanted to come, yet every preventative measure she could employ annihilated her composure.
“Lavender!”
Crossing one leg over the other and clenching her thighs only accentuated her grip on the dildo and the plug. With the rise and fall of her breasts for every deep breath she took, the suction cups pulled at her nipples. Compounded by the fact that Nigel—her sweet Dommy who pushed his own limits to gratify her—had blindfolded her, she feared that she might have lost at their first real game of love and lust.
With her strength slipping, he surprised her again as his fingers worked against the clasp of her pendant—that lavender locket he’d given her. Certainly, he couldn’t be taking it back now.
“No!” A quick dose of reality slapped her in the face. “I never take it off.”
Nigel, however, refused to acknowledge her and moved on to retrieve the vibrator and the anal plug. The sharp jerk of his hands tearing away the suction cups agitated her nipples with pinches of pain. Now, he endeavored to subtly muddy her rationale until he’d stripped her of everything but the blindfold.
All the while, January hadn’t had the chance to recover from the removal of her necklace. At this point, she couldn’t read him.
“My earrings?” she questioned as he plucked the diamond studs from her lobes.
Heart racing, she shook her head. Her bound hands fought to reach out and hold on to something—to anything—for support. It was this element of fear that had been missing all along. While she tormented herself with panic, she embraced the erotic appeal of the unknown. January felt as if she were spinning around, twirling on that rope like an amateur trapeze artist who had to brace herself for her very first fall.
Just as she felt herself sinking, Nigel’s hands caught her waist, protecting her—holding her until she balanced herself.
“Daisy?” Harboring his own fears, he worried that he might have pushed her too far. “Rose?”
“Lavender,” she whispered, her chest swelling with each syllable.
Silence ensued for a moment while Nigel gathered his thoughts, and January took that time to collect herself. Now, more than ever, she had to rely on all of her senses to guide them both.
The familiar crackle of a spark followed by the scent of something burning brought a smile to her lips. Nigel braved the long-haul, and he dared to step completely outside his comfort zone. Everything now made sense.
“And why are you smiling?” The blindfold held two purposes—to incite suspense and to cover his own apprehension.
“Because I think you’ve got a violet wand in your hand…” That distinctive lingering odor gave him away. January knew Nigel tried the wand on himself first, like a father testing a warm baby bottle. However, he didn’t indicate any suffering on his part.
“So astute, you are. I suppose I should never underestimate your keen senses,” he said. “And for the record, her name is Wanda—VioletWanda.”
“Thank you for inviting her to play…”
“Thank me later. Tell me how this tickles your fancy first.”
With a swat, he struck her ass with the shock whip, stinging her flesh with the metal beading that dangled from the electric wand.
“Oh, my!” However, she cocked her head and muttered out of the side of her mouth, “Lavender.”
“Excuse me?”
“If Master chooses to heighten the sensation, submissive will not be displeased.”
Fuck, he cursed himself. Xavier had been right all along. Of course, January wanted more, but he didn’t want to hurt her.
In his hesitation, Nigel reached out for the second wand—a metal fan of sorts—to spread the electro-love around. Again, he tested the sensation on her ass. The dueling voices of Xavier and Lady Komodo haunted him like evil spirits, reminding him to stay away from her chest. The last thing he wanted was to spend the night in the emergency room.
To muster his courage, Nigel also thought back to his days in high finance. He wasn’t always so nice. In fact, he maintained a cool, sharp edge in all of his interactions with his clients and their transactions. Of course, he never revealed that side of his personality to the people in his personal life, but now he found bits of his former self emerging once again—in sexual play.
He had this!
“Oooh…” January cooed and shook her hips wildly. Etienne wasn’t an electrosex enthusiast, so they rarely played with her wands. Nigel, however, was just green enough to try anything. Now, the thrills all rushed her back to that point of forgotten bliss as he switched off between a wand, the whip and the fan. “Such a bad girl. Needs punished.”
Her strong hint inspired him, and Nigel moved between her legs. Keep it moving. You don’t want to burn her.
Raking over her lower lips, Nigel held on to her waist as she swiveled her hips. Tiny sparks, like static electricity, flickered over her most sensitive skin, and she cried out for more.
Nigel dropped to his knees to gain a better view. Reddened from the electricity, the enflamed crux of her femininity invited him—encouraged him—to give her just what she wanted. Brazenly, he stroked her swollen clit and gave her one single command: “Come now…”
January needed no encouragement, and Nigel gripped her as she writhed out of control. In the midst of the sparks that stung her so sweetly, she indulged in the agony of his sizzling torment.
And Nigel didn’t disappoint her. He varied the power and the strength of his strokes as h
e alternated between her ticklish inner-thighs, her vulva and her clit. January flourished with continuous pleasure as he kept her guessing with every move.
When another shock struck her ass, she realized he was dual-wanding her, working her from both ends. Still new to this role, Nigel ventured to take risks that some seasoned Doms might refuse. Had she minded, she would have used her safeword, but January roused to the scorching thrills.
Snapping over her behind, Nigel created a hashtag with the electric whip just for fun, eliciting from January a range of operatic resonance—deep bass groans to shrill soprano cries. Her belly rumbled with the ripples of warm and prickling heat. Concentrating on the circles he made between her legs and the quick charges of white-hot agony over her ass, she called out his name.
“Safeword?”
“Lavender…”
Almost instinctively, he lowered the power on each wand. She was so caught up in her orgasm that he fretted he’d lost her in subspace.
“Nooo!” she shouted. “More!”
“I call Rose, and my word is final.” Even though she didn’t realize it, he knew it was time to stop.
No Rose…” she babbled. Slowly, the electric sensations faded, but she continued to tremble in the wake of her unexpected delight.
And Nigel sat back on his heels for another look. She was certainly raw and red, but he didn’t think he’d burned her.
Cock so hard that he thought he just might come, Nigel had to restrain himself first as he clung to January to help her find her footing.
Somehow, he had to get off the floor to untie her from the sconce, but he wasn’t sure what to do next. And then he pulled out the scissors.
Finally, after freeing her hands, he tore away the blindfold. Immediately, he wanted to rush her to triage, but January just stood still.
“January, please, tell me that you’re alright…that’s all I need to hear…”
“I’m doing just fine,” she said with tears welling in her eyes and a confident smile. He would never know how much this scene meant to her. They’d broken more than a few barriers, and he gave her more than she ever expected. While she wanted to know how he managed to learn so much, she thought she’d wait for a bit before she asked. They now had the rest of their lives for conversation.
Now, Nigel felt as if he’d entered subspace. He wanted to make love to her and coddle her and hear her out all at the same time. Cursing his cock, he wrinkled his forehead as January reached for the wand he’d left on the table.
“Now, it’s your turn, Dommy…”
Backing away, Nigel said, “Oh, I don’t think so.”
Keeping in line with his edict to keep things tidy, January retrieved the wand and waved her hand in the air. With fascination, Nigel watched the flickers of electricity that played over her hand while she moved her fingers up and down the wand, like she was jacking him off.
“January…don’t you dare…” Nigel sputtered while she bore the look of a true sadist in her smile.
Puckering up with the wand in hand, January proceeded to chase him around the room as far as the power cord would permit until she cornered him right in the window and smacked her lips to his, jolting them both with static electricity.
“Silly Dommy!”
“Bad, bad girl!” Nigel took the scene back and returned the wand to its proper place before he shut down the entire power strip. The last thing they needed was a fire while he made love to her.
As he lifted her into his arms, he allowed her a moment, but again, he had to remind her who was in charge when she struggled. “And you’re going to get another round of punishment tonight—right after I have my merry way with you!”
“Oh, finally—finally!” She reveled in glee as he threw her down on the couch and climbed over her.
“January, tell me first…did I burn you? Are you up for this?”
Her fingers ticked over his shaft. “I think we’re both up for this….”
For once, they didn’t have to worry about condoms, and Nigel wasted no time in sliding deep inside her. Admittedly, they both rushed to touch and feel, but they just didn’t care. His lips and teeth found her breasts, reigniting the tenderness brought on by the suction cups, and January pulled at his hair. That damn couch had certainly seen some action over the years, but nothing as ravenous as the frenzied loving of their union that night.
Concentric circles of orgasm ferried her back to that first night in Provence in the back of his car. At last, January had everything she ever wanted.
“I’m home, Nigel…I’m home!” she cried out as he furiously fired at her, straight from his hips. His cock just couldn’t seem to stop, plundering every last spot he came to know so well that summer.
Nigel knew what she wanted and what she needed, and January’s pleasure was his own. He had to make sure she was satisfied before he succumbed to his own delight.
“So am I…” Nigel grunted as his climax shook her to her core.
Just to feel him, skin-to-skin, inside her, made January feel whole. Coming again with him, she whispered, “I love you, Nigel…so much…”
Her legs twisted around his, pulling him as close and as deep as she possibly could. He opened his eyes to catch her stare. Finally, he knew that love—true love—could exist twice in one lifetime. “And I love you, lady…”
In the dying embers of the fire, their pleasure waned, but their kisses and caresses continued. Gratification didn’t have to end with orgasm, and that was a lesson they’d taught each other.
Fingers crawling up and down his chest, January relaxed in his arms. “Nigel, no one has ever made me as happy as you have. I just want you to know, these past months have been the best and worst of my life. I hated being away from you, but every time you called…”
He kissed her lips. “You don’t have to explain,” he assured her. “Believe me, I get it.”
“You’re really in this, aren’t you?”
“January, I pretty much couldn’t think of anything but you,” he admitted. “Mum and Dad swear that my head hasn’t left the clouds since you went to Los Angeles. And I hadn’t anticipated a move to Provence. I thought you’d want to stay in Paris.”
She tapped him on the nose. “Why would I want to stay here when I left my heart in Avignon?”
“I know that now,” he said. “And I also know that we can make this work.”
January still felt like she had so much to say to him. “And can I let you in on a secret?”
Groaning, he buried his head in the curve between her shoulder and neck. “What now?”
“I…well…I loved you tonight—like this,” she began, “but I won’t mind if sweet, tender Nigel visits in between…”
His chuckle ticked her skin. “You just want everything, January.”
“With you—yes, I do.”
Without warning, Nigel got up from the couch and hoisted her into his arms again, and January didn’t bother to question him. She hadn’t expected company and didn’t make the bed that morning, but he didn’t care. Settling her back on the pillows, he took her hand and kissed it. “I shall be right back.”
The luxurious linens folded her within their comforts, and January stretched out. She was sore but so sanguine. For once, things seemed to be going her way.
“I thought you might want some company—since this is the part that might hurt,” Nigel said when he returned with Lenny and the First Aid Kit. “And I swear, I didn’t shock her.”
As he crawled into bed beside her, January opened her arms. “I have all I love most right here with me now.”
“You know, I do have to say,” Nigel began as he spread her legs wide to examine her swollen skin, “Lenny really seemed to enjoy her life on the old manor this summer. Mum actually has her leash-trained now. Even Dickens and Molly have taken a liking to her.”
“OUCH!” January bellowed as he gently coated her lower lips with antibiotic cream. “Okay…I’m okay…”
“I’m sorry, love. Just breath
e. We have to do this, or you’ll really regret it tomorrow on the way back to Provence…”
“Um…what are your thoughts on maybe staying in Paris through the weekend?” she grimaced as he continued his gentle strokes over her delicate skin.
“Shit. I wasn’t thinking about the eight-hour drive,” he said. “You’d never make it like this! I’ll call mum in the morning and tell her to expect us for Sunday dinner at the bistro.”
“We’re lucky we have that leisure,” she observed.
“And it would be nice to see this city through your eyes,” he said. “I feel like we’ve both started fresh tonight.”
“So, do I,” she agreed and then turned her head to the side. “But I do have a question.”
His hands stilled suddenly. Nigel knew he was in for an inquisition.
As with most everything in her life, January didn’t hold back. “Who taught you how to tie those perfect knots? And to use the wand?”
Now, it was Nigel’s turn to laugh, and he fell back on the pillows beside her.
“Nigel…”
“Oh, January…” was all he could manage. In truth, he was just relieved that he’d pulled it off. However, he couldn’t keep his secret much longer. “Let’s just say that I studied with a very good, mutual friend in your absence.”
Sitting up with a start, she realized that her ass needed some of Nigel’s care, too. “Xav?” she asked as he turned her over to treat her hashtag. “Xav taught you?”
“Everything I’ve learned.” Pride mingled with shame. Nigel turned away. “With a little help from an international drag icon who fashions herself as Lady Komodo.”
“Lady Komodo?” She flopped over to face him and scooted forward, wincing all the while. “You studied with Lady Komodo? She’s a legend…”
Another lesson he’d learned that evening: Xavier kept his confidence. “I hope you’re not angry. I thought that would be safe ground—to talk to your best friend. And to have his guidance.”
“Well, I do want to hear about Lady Komodo. But actually, it makes me love you all the more for going to Xav.” Nigel coaxed her to return to her stomach, as his hands kneaded some aloe lotion into her sore, bare cheeks. “And he might be my best friend, but you’re the man I love, Maestro.”
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