by Amy Valenti
Josh returned, crouching beside the bench to look into my face. “Doing okay, little tease?”
“I’m good, Sir.”
“Recognise this?” He held up the paddle he’d given me to study the first time he’d driven me home, waiting for my nod before continuing. “I plan to use it. Not right away, but eventually.”
I couldn’t wait to feel it against my skin, and he read the impatience in my face, laughing softly. “Still want me to kiss you?”
I licked my lips before I realised I was planning to, anticipating the sensations of his mouth on mine. “You know I do, Sir.”
Josh leaned in closer, his fingertips stroking my hair back from my face. Closer still, until I could feel his breath against my lips and my pulse pounded through my unfulfilled pussy…and then he stood up abruptly, leaving me to whimper and squirm against the bench.
“Not yet,” he murmured in my ear. “Not until we’re alone.”
It was on the tip of my tongue to beg him to just skip the scene, drive me home, and oh, God, just kiss me, already! The anticipation was driving me insane, but what was another hour or two on top of the months we’d already spent denying each other?
At least, that was the logic I tried to calm myself with. I wasn’t sure it was working.
“You told me your safeword months ago, hoping I’d drag you in here and hurt you until you used it, didn’t you, little tease?” I remembered that night, and couldn’t help but smile. I’d really only told him to tease him, and he’d known that, but his creative interpretation of the moment played hell with my imagination, and I nodded.
“Tell me again.”
“Scarlet,” I said, loud enough for him to hear me without leaning in too close.
He ran his hand possessively over my exposed ass. My thong offered the cheeks no protection, and when he slapped there for the first time, the sting was mild, but definitely noticeable. More…
I bit down on the plea, waiting for his next move, and after commanding me to use it if I needed to, he began in earnest. He started lightly, slapping each cheek in turn, then began to intensify the blows.
By the time he finished the first set, my breath was quavering and my ass stinging, and I wanted him so badly I could hardly stand it. “Fuck,” I whispered to myself, and he noticed my lips move, coming around to crouch in front of my face again.
“Say something, little tease?”
His eyes were dark with lust, and I almost melted at the slight smile that curved the corners of his lips.
“No, Sir.”
He stood up again after one careful, lingering look at my face, resuming his position. His next barrage of slaps was slower, but each slap left me breathless. I squeezed my eyes shut and counted along in my mind: ten slaps, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five, oh, fuck…
He stopped just as I was about to whimper, smoothing the pain into my skin, easing it with comforting strokes, and I tried to catch my breath, relaxing gradually. His fingers slipped between my legs again, rubbing my thong against my clit and drawing a sharp cry of longing from my throat. “Sir, please!”
“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” His voice was filled with amused heat, low and primal and perfect. “Look at you, wriggling and rubbing your nipples against the bench, trying to get yourself off in the middle of a crowded dungeon. You really are a tease.”
Without warning he curled his fingers, squeezing my labia for one delicious second before releasing me completely. I moaned and squirmed, desperate for more, but all I got was another round of spanks against my ass and thighs—searing heat to complement the hot, deep pulses of desire inside me.
I lost track of time when he switched to the paddle.
* * * *
Josh
She was perfect.
I’d craved this for so long—to watch her skin grow rosier under my hand, blushing more with every slap I dealt. To see her writhe against the spanking bench, seeking the friction I refused to give her. To know that it would only take a few moments of the right kind of pressure to bring her to a shattering climax, and to deny her, again and again.
She tolerated the paddle a little better than Alex did, breathing deeply to bear the pain until it became too much, then quivering and gasping as I set the instrument aside to caress her instinctive fear away. I crouched beside her, checking in, loving the dreamy distance in her expression that indicated she was high on endorphins.
“More?” I asked, and she nodded, smiling, her eyes fluttering closed with anticipation.
Fuck, I wanted to kiss her, but I wouldn’t. Not when half the club was watching. We’d endured too many stares already; some things had to be private.
Not that I objected to having an audience. Every time I reminded Lena of the fact, she trembled a little, hyperaware of the eyes on us, her exhibitionistic streak flaring.
I kept my back to the crowd for most of the scene. I was harder than steel, my cock demanding that I take her, possess her, make her mine in every possible way. My arousal was for her alone, and I wasn’t letting the rest of the club get an eyeful.
Lena noticed after the third round of paddle strikes, and the tip of her tongue darted out to moisten her upper lip, though I doubted she was aware of the movement. “Is that a paddle in your pocket, Sir?” she teased, her voice languid and lazy with euphoria.
I reached between her legs again, my pulse pounding at the feel of the soaked fabric of her underwear. She moaned softly at my exploration, her eyes pleading as I kept the touch slow, tormenting her.
“It’s not a paddle, little tease, but you’ll be feeling it later. I promise you that.”
She grinned, wriggling just a little. “Not too much later, I hope.”
After a few more rounds with the paddle, she was trembling, and I sensed her fear along with her anticipation. The muscles of her shoulders were bunched tight, and her ass and the backs of her thighs were red and noticeably warmer than the rest of her. She could take a little more, but I didn’t want to push too far, so I dealt two more hard spanks with the homemade instrument and then set it aside, massaging away her pain with firm hands and relishing her whimpers.
There were tears in her eyes when I bent to talk to her. “You did well, little tease.”
Her smile was genuine and proud. “Thank you, Sir.”
I undid the rope securing her wrists behind her back, and a flicker of disappointment crossed her face as I helped her to sit up. It would pass—she really couldn’t have taken much more, and deep down, she knew it, but she still craved the pain, and the pleasure that went with it.
While I put away my rope and paddle, and calmed down enough that I could turn to face the crowd again, Lena slipped her dress over her head, then sat gingerly on the edge of the bench to pull on her boots. Once she was done, I guided her over to one of the recovery couches, and she curled up beside me, content to drift on the endorphins the pain had released into her bloodstream.
“Doing okay, little tease?” I asked quietly, offering her one of the bottles of water the dungeon master had handed to me.
Lena nodded, taking the bottle and putting it aside, then resting her head in my lap. I allowed it for a couple of minutes, stroking her hair, then coaxed her upright. “Come on. Drink something.”
She opened the bottle with shaky hands and drank deeply, glad of the hydrating liquid within. I stretched out my aching paddle-arm before downing my own water, glancing at the clock on the wall. We’d played solidly for an hour and a half, and I hadn’t even noticed.
After allowing us fifteen minutes or so to recuperate, I led Lena out of the dungeon, over to the couches where our friends waited. Alex jumped up and hugged us both, seeming over the moon that we’d finally played together, and I couldn’t help but laugh at her enthusiasm. “Enjoy the show?”
“Oh, yeah. But not as much as you guys did.” Her lascivious wink told me that she understood exactly why I’d had my back to the spectators the whole time.
I rolled my eyes and sat do
wn, and Lena settled onto a cushion at my feet, looking as though she belonged there.
As far as I was concerned, she did.
“Anyone want a drink?” I asked the assembled group.
“You guys sit. I’m buying.” Heidi got to her feet, smiling widely. “Hey, now you’re together, does this leave Smurfette free for play?”
Alex sighed. “I don’t know. Josh is like the only person who actually uses my real name. I kinda like that.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t be calling you Smurfette. Thought I’d start with ‘slut’ and work out something more personal as we go along.” Heidi beckoned, and a suddenly red-faced and stammering Alex followed her toward the bar as the rest of us laughed.
Lena looked up at me, a question in her expression, and I leaned down to kiss the top of her head. “One drink, and then I’m taking you home, little tease.”
She nodded and rested her head against my knee, closing her eyes. “Ready when you are, Sir.”
* * * *
Lena
By the time Josh tugged me to my feet, I’d recovered from our first scene a little. It had been intense and frustrating and wonderful, and the night wasn’t over yet.
Predictably, bawdy comments and catcalls followed us as we headed toward the exit, and we bore them with grins and rolled eyes. The last thing I saw as I glanced back was Heidi pulling Smurfette away toward the dungeon, and I made a mental note to get the details from her when she called the next day—and she would call.
The car ride home was quiet and charged with expectancy. We were both completely focused on what was to come, and though we made a little conversation here and there, we were mainly content with silence. I focused on the residual tingling of my ass and thighs, which had received a thorough paddling in the dungeon.
After a while, Josh pulled up in the driveway of a small but well-kept house. “Nice place,” I said, studying the exterior.
“It’s not bad,” he replied, and got out of the car.
I followed him up the path, my heart beginning to thud as I remembered his hard-on in the club. I’d been so desperate for him in the dungeon, and though the craving for sex had faded after the scene finished, now it was back and sharper than ever.
When we got inside, he issued his next orders calmly. “Go upstairs—first door on the left. Close the curtains, strip down to your underwear and kneel by the bed with your back to the doorway.”
“Yes, Sir,” I murmured, and went.
My hands shook a little as I obeyed his instructions, slowly peeling off my outer layers for the second time that night and then kneeling close to the bed. The room was comfortably warm, and I sank into an expectant calm, waiting for Josh to arrive.
His footsteps approached after a few minutes, ascending the stairs and stopping somewhere behind me. “Good girl.”
I lowered my head in acknowledgment of his words, closing my eyes and waiting for his next instructions.
“Stand.” I rose a little unsteadily, and laced my fingers together behind my back. I heard Josh approach, then stop, and the silence stretched as I held my breath.
I felt a single tug on a lock of my hair, which I’d left loose tonight after lots of deliberation. One of my biggest fantasies was to have him pull me around by it, and he’d already fulfilled that once tonight.
Then his warm hands curled over my hips, encouraging me to turn and face him. “Look at me.”
He was giving me that half-smile that always reduced my Domme side to a tiny, forgotten speck in the corner of my mind, and I couldn’t help but smile back. “Little tease,” he murmured, studying the collar around my neck. “Been wanting this since the night we met.”
I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to speak, but there was only one way to find out. “Me too, Sir.”
“Oh, I know. All that bravado…and underneath it, all you wanted was to kneel for me.”
I squirmed, embarrassed. He’d seen right through me from the start.
“You put up a good fight. And I let you, little tease. If I hadn’t left it to you… If I’d decided to seduce you…” He slid his fingers through my hair again, making a fist and tugging my head back. “You wouldn’t have stood a chance,” he breathed against my neck, his lips grazing my skin with every word.
It took all my determination to remain on my feet, though my knees were weak. “Why didn’t you, Sir?”
“Where’s the fun in that?” He ran his thumb across my lips as he had in the club, and I ached for his kiss, my eyelids fluttering shut. “Oh, you still want me to kiss you?”
“Yes, Sir. God, yes.”
I heard his breath tremble with his own desire, and felt a rush of primal need in my pussy. “Just kiss?”
Would he really just kiss me, after all this time, all these months? Pulling a properly submissive response from my mind, I said, “If that’s what you want, Sir.”
He laughed. “Forget what I want. Tell me what you want.”
A blush heated my cheeks as I replied, the words tumbling over each other, low and impassioned. “I want you to kiss me, Sir. I want you to undress me. I want you to touch me everywhere, and I want your cock inside me, so, so much—”
“Enough.”
I looked up into his face, pleading without words for his mercy. I’d been waiting too long for this, and I didn’t want to waste another moment.
Josh’s smile became a full-on grin, and it was startlingly hot. He took a moment to study me, and my heart skipped. The anticipation was too unbearable.
Then his fingers tightened in my hair again as his lips claimed mine for the first time. Everything else dropped away. His kiss was slow, soft but confident, and I sighed against his lips before responding, letting him set the pace. He pulled my body tight against his as he deepened the connection, his tongue flicking out against my lower lip for the briefest instant, then returning as I opened to him. The kiss heated rapidly, and my nipples hardened against my shirt as I felt his cock pressing into my stomach.
Breaking the kiss, he released my hair and stepped away, leaving me bereft and swaying. “On the bed,” he ordered, and I complied immediately, trembling with need and expectation.
He undressed as I watched, taking his time, revealing his toned body a little more with every item of clothing he shed. As he let his boxers slip to the ground, I sighed appreciatively—his cock was thick, hard and ready to drive into my aching pussy. The scent of his arousal mixed with mine, and I bit back the urge to beg him to hurry.
He joined me on the bed and unsnapped my bra, his second kiss no less powerful than the last. His slightly callused hands against my taut nipples felt amazing, and I moaned into his mouth, leaning into the touch. As soon as my mouth was free, I whispered, “Permission to touch you, Sir?”
His gaze was ravenous as it travelled over my naked breasts, and he motioned me to my knees, tugging down my panties and finally, finally rubbing his fingers over my slick labia. I clutched his shoulders to keep from overbalancing, and he lowered me to the mattress, one hand still at work between my thighs. He tormented me with lazy fingers that rubbed my clit until I gasped, shaking and begging him to let me pleasure him too.
“You want my cock? Taste it,” he growled against my lips, and as I began to trail my lips southward, he grabbed my collar, demanding my attention again. “And let me taste you.”
I hadn’t expected that, but now the idea of a sixty-nine was in my head, there was nothing I wanted more. Imagining the feel of his tongue against my clit, I bit back a sigh of pleasure and switched positions, stretching out on my side and leaning over to lick the head of his cock teasingly. He turned his body in to mine with a groan, his fingers pulling apart my labia and his hot, skilful tongue gently teasing my clit.
I took him into my mouth as far as I could, putting my lips and tongue to work in tandem with my hand, giving him head as capably as I could when his tongue was so insistent and his fingers were easing inside me and oh, fuck…
My moans of pleasure vibrated thro
ugh his cock, and he fingered me harder in response; more urgently. His breath trembled against my sensitive clit and drove me half mad. He thrust hard into my mouth in time with his fingers, and I tried so hard not to be distracted by his tongue and his touch, but it was just too much, and I needed more… His cock slipped free of my mouth as I cried out sharply, grinding against his tongue, bucking my hips to drive his fingers deeper inside me. Almost there, almost…
My ability for conscious thought crumbled to nothing as I came, muffling my cries against the bedspread as I shook with every deep tremor of my orgasm. I could only lie there as the aftershocks took me, laughing with sheer relief as the unbearable pressure ebbed away, leaving euphoric contentment in its place.
Josh sat up and pulled me into his arms, his cock still hard and brushing my thigh as he held me. “Good girl.”
As sanity returned, I realised I’d left him unfulfilled and reached down to take his cock in my fist, stroking him firmly up and down. “I’m sorry, Sir. You just blew my mind…”
He kissed me hungrily, and I relished the taste of myself on his tongue. When he pulled back, he took my face in both hands, commanding my full attention. “You don’t come again without my express permission. Do you hear me, little tease?”
“Yes, Sir,” I whispered, and he nodded, helping me to lie down again and moving over me in such a way that I knew exactly what would come next.
He drove into me with a growl of satisfaction, pinning my wrists to the bed with one arm. I arched up to coax him in deeper, my pussy tightening reflexively around him. He was rough and powerful and seemed to know exactly what I needed, taking me hard, fast, faster…
I braced my feet against the mattress and met every forceful thrust with one of my own, moaning as we surged together. He nipped at my neck and dug his fingers into my wrists and ordered me to come right when I didn’t think I could take it anymore, and oh yeah… oh my— Sir… oh God… oh fuck, oh God, fuck fuck fuck yes! Sir… Oh…my…God…