Jake crouched down and pulled her arms from behind her, arranging her hands on her knees, palms up. He pressed them there firmly, a clear signal to keep them like that, then stood up once more. Tess followed him with her eyes, marking the bulge in his jeans that suggested he wasn’t quite as cool about the whole thing as he seemed.
Then she got to appreciate his ass for a moment, ogling him unabashedly while his back was turned. He was unlocking and opening the cabinet—and after one glance inside she knew she would rather think about Jake’s butt than about the contents of the cabinet.
He had his naughty toy collection arranged as neatly as his garage, with the same kind of pegboard for hanging tools. But these tools would indeed shock the cleaning lady. Tess admitted to being shocked herself—mostly because she couldn’t immediately identify all the items she’d seen in that brief look.
There were drawers below the pegboard, and Jake plucked a few items from those right away then seemed to linger over his next choice. At one point he looked back over his shoulder and met Tess’ gaze.
“Eyes down,” he reminded her. She looked back at the floor but could still feel his attention on her, measuring her up.
In another few moments he brought his selections to the bed and tossed them there, frustrating Tess’ effort to see what he’d pulled from the cabinet. She wanted so badly to ask or to stand up and look for herself. But Jake, it seemed, had been right on the money when he’d noticed how she’d reacted to certain people, certain teachers, particular tones of voice. With a frankly pathetic eagerness to please, completely at odds with her usual contrariness.
He had always been able to do that to her, she realized now, when he wanted to. He used that tone with other people, but not often with Tess before now. Possibly because he’d known how easily she would fall in line. No challenge for somebody who knew the secret password to her psyche.
Fuck that, she decided, and turned to peek up at the bed, rising up a bit from her kneeling position.
Jake met her eyes with an amused expression, folded his arms and stared until Tess backed down and returned to her subservient pose, blushing in anger and embarrassment.
“You lasted longer than I thought you would,” Jake admitted. “Stand up and face the bed. Right here.” He indicated a spot in the middle of the closest side, and Tess stood up, knees creaking a protest, and stepped into place. She looked at the stuff strewn across the bed, identifying a whip with a lot of wide leather tails, a paddle, some leather cuffs…a bottle of lube. Squeezing her eyes shut, she tried to block out the rest.
Is there going to be foreplay? Have we already started? What the fuck, what the—
“Shhh. Relax.” Jake’s arms enfolded her again, his comforting warmth pressing against her back as his lips tickled her ear. “You’re shaking again. There’ll be plenty of cause for that later on, but not quite yet.” He pressed a series of soft, languid kisses down her neck to her shoulder, until she exhaled and released a little of the tension along with the air.
But Jake didn’t seem to want her too relaxed. “No words, Tess. Not even in your head. Let all that go for now. I want you to just feel, and accept whatever I do. If it hurts, if it feels good, if you like it or not doesn’t matter. I’m going to use you however I see fit, because you’ve given me permission to do that. You can’t change it. Can’t control it. You can stop it cold if you want to, but unless you do, it’s all up to me. You understand that, right?”
Was it hypnotism? She felt his gently spoken words like a march of fire across her nerve endings, as though he’d stroked every inch of her with that velvety voice. Such awful things he said, but she couldn’t hide her response, the soft gasp and almost imperceptible undulation as her body writhed closer to his.
Jake didn’t wait for a nod. His foot was already nudging hers to the side, spreading her stance until she was almost unbalanced. The high edge of the bed braced her hips, helping her stay upright as Jake withdrew his support and retrieved cuffs and straps. He secured first one ankle then the other to the legs of the bedstead, testing each bond before moving on.
“Wouldn’t want you escaping my evil clutches,” he explained as he gave the second tether a tug. As he rose from the floor, evidently satisfied that the straps would hold, he stroked the back of Tess’ leg from heel to upper thigh, letting his hand linger at the lower curve of her ass. Then he gripped her cheek on that side, firmly enough to leave an impression. “I’ve wanted this in my evil clutches for a long, long time, sweetheart. I hope you know I intend to make the most of it. I’ve had many a dream about your ass. Although none of them did justice to the real thing.”
He pulled away—then his hand returned with a stinging smack, the sharp sound resounding in the quiet room.
Tess cried out, startled more than pained, and Jake chuckled.
“Let’s get your hands squared away.”
By that, he meant tied up. He secured her wrists together with an elaborately wrapped and knotted arrangement of rope, not sexy black silk but prickly, pungent hemp. When he knotted the rope onto an S-hook over the canopy rail, raising her arms over her head, the pressure on her wrists was negligible but the sensation of the fiber itself made the binding feel tighter, more significant. She twisted her hands, gripping the rope to feel more stable. It did nothing to make her feel less exposed, however.
Jake started with a flogger, the whip with all the tails, showing it to her first and describing what he would do with it.
“Most people like being flogged,” he assured her. Tess was trembling again though. She’d been on a roller coaster of anticipation since arriving at Jake’s house. And now this was it, the moment of truth. Was she really going to let him hit her with that thing?
Wildcats, she reminded herself as Jake raised his arm.
The tails of the flogger fell like heavy rain, pattering against one side of her ass with all the destructive power of a declawed kitten. Then the other side, and back again, a steady rhythm of mild thuddy blows, and Tess almost giggled at how gentle it felt. Pleasant, even. He moved up to her back, flipping her hair forward with great care then working the flogger against the muscles below her shoulder blades, and it was wonderful. Like a massage.
This was easy. Was this all she had to endure? She would ask later, she decided, and sighed happily as Jake beat the anxiety from her shoulders.
By the time he paused, she was practically melting into the floor. He ran the ends of the soft leather over her back, an entrancing sensual accompaniment that almost distracted Tess from the significance of what he was saying.
“You have to think of these things as having settings. Like a volume button. That was about a one. Now we’re going to increase the volume.”
M’kay, she thought drowsily.
Two was a firmer massage. Tess eased into that, even enjoying the more pronounced sensation. Three was mildly uncomfortable at first, but then she grew used to it and didn’t mind it one bit.
“Let’s skip up a few,” Jake suggested after a few minutes.
And everything changed.
Fire scored her ass in the wake of Jake’s next throw, a burning that went below the skin and lingered in the muscle. Tess jerked against the restraints, nearly calling out a curse word but catching herself at the last minute.
“That was maybe a six or seven,” Jake explained, running his fingers over the searing mark. “Of course this is a soft flogger, with wide tails, so it’s not going to sting that much even at full bore, but it’s good for training. The trick is not to tense up. You have to take it. Let it in, turn it into something else. Transfer that pain to somewhere else as pleasure.”
He trailed down to push first one, then two fingers into her pussy, encountering little resistance. Tess felt the brush of something harder over her clit then realized it was the flogger handle. She shuddered and pushed back into Jake’s touch, moaning at the sudden rush of need. Until he’d touched her, she hadn’t known how wet she was, how empty and aching. As the sting faded, it was repla
ced with ferocious arousal. The importance of being filled was overwhelming.
“Not yet.” He withdrew with a gentle pat on her hip, then stepped back and let fly with the flogger again.
A crack, a sting, a whimper. For a horrible, endless time Tess bore that rhythm, until at last her mind and body worked out the trick, like flipping a switch in her nervous system. The sting became feeling, pure and simple, and the next time Jake stroked the whip against her, Tess groaned in anticipation and cried out in pleasure as the sensation flowed from her ass to that needy place between her legs.
After another few strokes he stopped again, and Tess wasn’t sure if she was panting in relief or frustration, whether she wanted it to end or go on forever. She wasn’t even sure who she was right then, but she felt like she might want to be whoever this was, this wild, sex-crazed woman. Someone whose walls could be scaled, who could take it instead of dishing it out. Someone who could be with someone like Jake.
“Good girl.” He patted her again and she sighed, basking in the praise like a cat in a sunbeam. She wondered what she could do to get him to say it again. She was starting to believe she’d do anything.
* * * * *
Jake saw the moment it happened, that magical transition from pain to pleasure-pain, as Tess’ body started to move in time with the percussive music of the flogger’s blows. The swish and snap, the gasp and groan, that give and take where time seemed to stand still. A glassy-eyed sub, a hard-as-stone Dom, a balance between them where meaning redefined itself. Perfection.
It couldn’t last, he knew. But it always seemed like this time, it might. This time, there might be transcendence. Magic that outlasted the dungeon.
He almost resented the beauty of it, because he knew it was only temporary. It happened but it faded, and this pattern would hold as true with Tess as it did with anybody else.
There was every chance his motivation here was purely selfish, that he was dooming whatever friendship had been between them. But he couldn’t stop himself now, because there was always the hope that he was wrong. This time, with this girl, would be different. And for once, the girl was actually Tess. Not merely the Tess of his imagination, but the woman herself, flesh and blood, giving herself up at last.
He would test her. He would push her. He might break her if he wasn’t careful. But he might not. She was made of strong stuff, or at least she used to be. She was clearly a natural at this. If he could have Tess, have her this way, she would be the Tess of his imagination.
Jake tossed the flogger on the bed, reaching for the supple rattan cane. He remained next to Tess, watching her serene profile as he fingered the slim implement delicately, a maestro preparing to tune up. Then he made it sing, a whistling note through the air, a muted crack on Tess’ flesh, her almost-scream of indrawn breath as her head snapped up, eyes wide.
Too much, the rational part of him assessed. Too much for her first time. Deeper color bloomed across Tess’ backside, and Jake’s cock swelled as quickly as the welt on that already-tender flesh. Her groan masked his. He waited for the safeword, holding his breath until it was clear the word wasn’t coming.
“Five total. That was one,” he told her, as much to limit himself as to reassure her. She was coherent enough to nod, despite the haze of apparent subspace clouding her features.
He wanted her now. His cock strained against the fly of his jeans. Now, now, now, it demanded. Jake stepped behind her again and could see her cunt, rosy and wet.
“Two.” A whistle and pop, another red stripe.
Three and four, the tops of her thighs, each mark punctuated by a scream. Jake had no close neighbors, fortunately. The closest was Tess.
“Five,” he whispered, shifting his grip on the cane’s handle and bringing it up smartly between Tess’ legs, tapping against her pussy and clit.
She jerked against the cuffs and started to pant, straining back toward him as much as she could in her current position.
Jake had his cock out and a condom on in seconds flat. He didn’t bother with untying, just yanked the hook off the rail, freeing her hands to let her flop forward at the hips. She bounced gently against the bed, then he was buried to the balls inside her before he could even pause enough to think he might want to savor that moment. Tease her, tease himself. Draw it out.
Tess was already shuddering and spasming around him, her guttural moans as she came hard serving as a spur to Jake’s own pleasure. It hadn’t needed one. He came after a few rough strokes, riding the orgasm out with teeth clenched until Tess’ cries eased and her body grew soft beneath his.
He fell forward, sides heaving, covering her.
Holy fuck, what was that?
Perhaps Tess knew what it was. But when Jake pulled back to ask her, he saw he would have to wait. She didn’t look up to a conversation. She barely looked conscious. And, he reminded himself, she wasn’t supposed to talk. Which had been a pretty stupid dare on his part but it was too late to rethink it now.
He stood up reluctantly, dealt with the condom and took his pants off, then set about freeing the limp, half-asleep Tess from her restraints by removing the tethers and shifting her all the way onto the bed. He left the cuffs in place on her ankles but untied her wrists. Tess lay quietly, sated and smiling, as he put away his first set of toys and pulled out another assortment, arranging them on the nightstand. She showed more interest when he started arranging her, his new favorite toy. Arms to her sides. Legs wide apart and slightly bent.
Tess tried to bring her knees together, and Jake corrected her with a sharp slap to her inner thigh.
“No. Keep them where I put them.”
Her eyes blinked all the way open and she stared at him for a moment. Not challenging, he thought. She was still in a different headspace, still zoned out, and needed time to process what he said. After a few seconds she smiled again, nodded and let her legs fall open. Relaxed. Trusting. Beautiful.
Jake’s cock twitched, already working itself up for another round. Plans started to coalesce in his minds, all the things he wanted to do to her, unwise though they might be. Especially for a beginner.
But the clover clamps were already in his hand.
Chapter Six
Oh wow. For the longest time, that was the only thought Tess could grab onto. Wow.
And then—Jake fucking Hogan, oh my God.
Who could have known? But then, hadn’t a part of her always known? Some minute but vital piece of her soul, twisted in precisely the same direction as his, like calling to like, that she’d ignored until he named it. Now she couldn’t un-know this about herself. Whatever else happened, she was irrevocably changed. He’d ruined her.
She found herself on her back, looking up at the open rectangular frame of the bed, and automatically tried to close her legs when she felt them pressed open. A sharp stinging blow brought her up from her haze and she realized it had come from Jake.
Of course. How silly of her. How silly to try to hide any part of herself from him now, when he’d already turned her inside out.
He was busy objectifying her again, she supposed. She gave herself up to it. Spread her legs, waited for orders. She thought she probably shouldn’t like that so much, but at some point she’d moved past shouldn’t. It was what it was. And Jake gave very good orders.
“You’re enjoying this a little too much,” he remarked, swinging one leg over to straddle her waist. He was naked now, and a naked Jake was a truly excellent Jake as far as Tess was concerned. She thought she might try writing some poetry about his cock, if he ever let her out of the bed. An ode. “You don’t seem nearly concerned enough.”
Something cold brushed against her nipple, then a sharp pinch brought Tess fully out of her semi-stupor. She almost cursed, biting her lip at the last second. Looking down, she saw a silver clamp affixed to her breast, and saw Jake readying another one for the other side. The chain joining them snaked across her chest.
She shook her head, trying to squirm away, but it was no
use. His knees held her firmly and blocked her efforts to stop him. He fastened the second clamp and seemed to take great enjoyment in watching Tess arch and fidget as she tried to process this new pain.
It wasn’t as bad as she feared, actually, once the initial bite was over. The acute pain eased, and when Jake bent and licked one tightly clamped nipple, the sensation of his tongue over the tortured flesh sent a pang of renewed need shooting through Tess’ clit.
“Don’t move,” he reminded her, then took the option away by strapping cuffs onto her wrists, bending her knees and hooking her wrists to her ankles. The pain from the clamps was settling to a dull throb now and each beat communicated itself to her sex insistently, as though invisible fingers were plucking at her most sensitive parts. She wanted Jake again already, wanted his cock. Wanted to be touched and fucked and taken out of herself. Didn’t care what that said about her.
Jake’s back was turned. He sat by her feet, messing with whatever evil devices he was planning to use next, paying her no attention. Tess tried whimpering and arching her hips, letting her legs spread shamelessly wider. Wordlessly begging him to look her way. Hello, naked girl here. Sex me up. I won’t even try to resist.
“Be still,” he snapped.
Tess relaxed with a disgruntled sigh. She wiggled her toes against the comforter, gripping and releasing the soft fabric. It took Jake only a few more seconds to finish his preparations and turn back to her. He had a black, fleece-lined mask in his hands, and he let her see it before slipping it over her head and snugging the strap into place. It was well-made, close-fitting and blocked out every bit of light.
Cozy, was her first thought. She liked it. It felt secret and private in there, like he’d locked her in a room with her thoughts. Not her favorite place, but certainly one she was familiar with.
Then Jake tugged at the chain connecting the nipple clamps, and Tess became aware all over again of how exposed she was, how helpless. Bound up, flat on her back, naked and wanting, and now she couldn’t even see what was coming. Not that she’d been able to earlier, facing the bed, but still. This was more…more.
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