by Amy Valenti
With one last lingering kiss that removed any doubt of his feeling for her, he slipped from the bed and headed for the door.
“Adam?”
He paused, looking back over his shoulder at her. “Yeah?”
“Thank you for looking in on me.”
He smiled. “Good night, honey.”
Chapter 5
Sara opened her eyes and focused on the fabric above her. Her brow knit. She didn’t own a canopy bed. In an attempt to shake away the blurry image, she blinked several times, then lifted her head and scanned the room. Images and events from the previous day came rushing back, piecing together the puzzle in her mind.
She glanced beneath her blanket, only to discover she was completely naked. No wonder she’d slept so soundly. Not only had she been both physically and emotionally exhausted, but also without any clothing in the way, there was nothing to pinch, tug, or bind and keep her awake. The only thing that could have made her night better would have been if Adam were sleeping with her. Of course, that was against the rules.
With day one behind her, she couldn’t help but wonder what her ‘Master’ would have in store for her today. Even as Sara’s stomach gave a roller-coaster lurch, her pussy clenched in anticipation. Traitor! She gave a languid stretch, threw the covers off, and swung her legs over the side of the bed. No matter what was going to happen today, it wasn’t going to take place before she’d had a chance to bathe.
Halfway to the bathroom she stopped. What was she going to wear when she got out of the tub? Her stomach took another flip as she wondered what twisted excuse for an outfit he’d have her wear today. That wasn’t to say she hadn’t enjoyed the sexy, naughty feel of her previous day's attire, but not knowing was a little unnerving.
Shaking the thoughts from her mind, she continued toward the bathroom. If necessary, she’d simply put the robe back on until Marissa arrived with breakfast. Then she’d ask the girl to help her dress. She gave her last thought a snort as she set the taps. Never would she have imagined that at thirty years old she would need help getting dressed.
She shut off the spigot and eased into the water. One thing was for sure. When this weekend was over, she needed to consider remodeling her bathroom and installing a tub like this. A long sigh passed over her lips as she sank up to her neck in the bubbles and closed her eyes. Live for the moment, Sara, because you never know when it could all be over. Her father’s dying words played in her head. Cut down by prostate cancer at the age of sixty, her father had passed away only one short year ago. In the weeks before his demise, they’d had several conversations about living life to its fullest.
Had this been what he meant by those words? Participating in a weekend of sexual exploration was certainly living life.
“Ms. Kingston?”
Sara opened her eyes to see Marissa standing in the doorway. She sat up and smiled. “I’m sorry. I guess my mind wandered there for a moment.”
The girl took a step into the bathroom. “It’s okay. I only wanted to let you know that breakfast is ready.”
Sara grabbed the sides of the tub and pushed up. Despite the nauseous feeling in the pit of her stomach, she was famished. “Thank you, Marissa.”
“You’re welcome, ma’am. I’ve also been instructed to help you get dressed. Master would like to have you ready for him today.”
Sara nodded and accepted her towel from the girl. “I understand.”
As she dried off, Marissa disappeared into the other room, then reappeared carrying a black corset-looking thing.
Sara paused and eyed the leather. “What is that?”
“Your clothing for the day.”
Well, at least there was more to it than yesterday’s garb. Sara let out a sigh as she tossed the towel toward the hamper. “How do you want me?”
“Please turn around and face the tub.”
Sara did as Marissa asked and held her arms up as the girl wrapped the garment around her. Not surprisingly, the top of the getup served more as a shelf to display her breasts than something to cover them.
Marissa cinched the corset, then adjusted each one of Sara’s breasts so they sat upright and perky.
Sara glanced at the mirror. “Is it safe to assume that there aren’t any bottoms with this?”
Marissa shook her head. “No, ma’am. Only straps to hold the plug in place.”
The plug! Damn, after not having to wear it to bed, she’d forgotten about that blasted thing. Sara watched Marissa move to the forbidden drawer, open it, and remove a bottle of lube, followed by a larger plug than the one she’d worn yesterday. Her pulse jumped as Marissa turned and headed back toward her.
“Master said you were ready for a bigger size.”
Sara’s mouth was a mix of cotton and marbles. She stared at the rocket-shaped piece of silicone and raced to come up with a plausible excuse for not wearing it. “Um…I…you’re not…”
Marissa’s face twisted with confusion. “Is there a problem?”
“Yeah, there’s a problem. That thing is huge.” Okay, so huge was probably a bit of an exaggeration, but at that moment it looked to be about the size of Pikes Peak.
“I assure you it’s only marginally bigger than the one you wore yesterday. Now, Master insisted you wear it, so unless you want me to tell him you’re quitting, I really need you to turn around.”
Time for your next test, Sara Beth. For several seconds Sara stared at the object as she debated her options. She’d already come this far, what harm would it really do? If she didn’t like it, she could always remove it and leave.
Before she could chicken out, Sara turned and leaned over the tub. She held her breath while Marissa applied sufficient lubricant.
“Now I need you to relax your muscles and push against the plug as I push back. And remember to breathe,” Marissa instructed even as Sara felt the rounded tip push against her hole.
Sara did as she was told, and pushed back. Slowly, the silicone began to fill her. The tight muscles of her sphincter burned in protest, and Sara found herself breathing in short pants as the fire in her bottom increased. Her stomach flopped and lurched and bile rose into her throat. With her on the verge of pain, the plug popped through the constricted ring of muscles and slid into place. The pain subsided along with the nausea and Sara drew in a long breath. Another hurdle cleared. Damn, Sara Beth, maybe you can do this after all. Sara stood and allowed Marissa to cinch the straps in place. Like yesterday, the object created an uncomfortable feeling, but not an intolerable one.
Marissa moved to the sink and began washing her hands. “All done, Ms. Kingston. Your breakfast is on the table.”
“Th...” Sara’s voice cracked and she cleared her throat. “Thank you, Marissa.”
She walked from the bathroom, and was cautious when she eased down into the chair. A menu of eggs sunny side up, toast, fresh fruit, and juice awaited her. As she picked up her fork and began cutting through her eggs, Sara was tempted to invite Marissa to join her. Though to be honest, eating had lost some of its appeal.
By the time the clock struck ten, Sara was beginning to grow restless. The waiting was almost worse than the not knowing. She paced in front of the bed, back and forth between the closet door and the bathroom door. At ten fifteen, she’d had enough. If Adam wasn’t going to come to her today, she’d go to him.
Sara grabbed her robe off the bed and hastily threw it on as she scurried toward the door. After yesterday’s experiences, she probably should have been thankful that he hadn’t show up yet, but she didn’t spend tons of money just to sit around and with only two days left; she was sure she still had lots of things to learn. She skidded to a stop with one hand on the door. Damned if that wasn’t a revelation to beat all revelations. Not only was she accepting her situation, she was actually looking forward to what would happen next. How did that happen?
Maybe having good sex actually reprogrammed the brain into wanting more. Wouldn’t that be nice if she could truly erase all those years of brai
nwashing? With everything she’d learned so far, it was obvious to Sara that her mother had either lied to her about the detriment of big girls having sex or she was frigid beyond belief. If the latter were true, not only did she feel sorry for her father, but also she was left to wonder how in the hell she had even been conceived.
Shaking her head at her own thoughts, Sara opened the door and tried to push any unwanted images of her parents having sex from her mind. Wouldn’t that be a mood killer?
She paused just outside her door and peered up and down the hall. Now which way? Since Ms. Black said she was free to roam around back here, the chance of Adam being in one of these rooms was slim. He probably stayed in the main part of the house, which meant she couldn’t reach him without running the risk of being caught by Ms. Black.
Conceding defeat, she turned back toward her room and nearly jumped at the cracking sound that came from the end of the hall. It was followed by a high-pitched cry that had Sara hurrying toward the sound. If Karen was hurt, she’d be in need of aid and helping her new friend was more important than finding Adam.
The sound grew louder as she approached. Prepared to burst in and come to Karen’s aid, Sara had one hand on the already ajar door, when a man’s voice cut through the air. “That’s it, my pretty little bitch.”
Sara froze in her tracks. Karen wasn’t in trouble; she was involved in a session. Sara wanted to back away and run for the safety of her room, but sick curiosity kept her firmly rooted in place. A sharp slapping sound came from inside and Karen cried out again.
Sara knelt by the door and ever so slowly pushed on it, opening it a little more. She had to hold back a gasp when Karen came into sight. Strapped into a harness hanging from the ceiling, she had each of her arms tied to each leg. Together, her limbs stuck out to each side, making her look like a human teddy bear. The position allowed her pussy to be completely exposed.
Karen’s ‘Master’ wore nothing but a black hood and held what looked to be a riding crop in his hand.
“Do you want more?” he asked in a low, gruff tone.
“Yes, Master. Please, Master,” Karen panted as she wiggled against her restraints.
He tapped lightly on the soft skin on her inner thighs, before landing a harder hit directly over her clit that pulled a yelp from her lips. Sara clinched her own legs together in response, inadvertently putting extra pressure on the plug. She covered her mouth to hide her gasp at the delicious feel of the plug rubbing against her nerve-rich channel. So there was an advantage to the bigger plug and wasn’t simply some twisted form of torture.
Sara’s gaze remained fixed on the events taking place inside the room. Though Karen’s mound was bright pink from the blows she’d received, it also glistened in the light. Her face twisted from immediate pain to a longing pleasure and back with every strike.
“What are you, Karen?” Her Master’s voice boomed through the room.
“I’m a dirty little slut,” she responded without hesitation.
“And dirty little sluts must be punished.” He emphasized the word 'punish' by landing another hit over the mouth of her pussy.
Karen sobbed and lurched, then smiled, her breathing coming in short spurts.
He moved away from her to a table just out of Sara’s sight. When he returned, Sara’s eyes grew wide as he proceeded to clamp a set of weights to each of her nipples. The first clamp ripped a long, painful scream from Karen, while the second only managed a low moan.
Both horrified and curious, Sara studied her friend’s face from behind the safety of the door. Karen’s eyelids weighed heavy with desire and her lips turned up slightly at the corners. Sara couldn’t understand how, but her friend was actually enjoying the torture.
Karen’s Master moved back to the table and Sara waited in anticipation to see what would happen next. As much as she hated to admit it, watching Karen’s reaction to the things being done to her made Sara speculate as to how it would feel. Was it really possible to derive pleasure from pain?
“Are you ready to come for me?” Karen’s Master asked as he returned, holding a ball-headed vibrator. The thing buzzed like a dentist drill.
“Yes, Master,” Karen replied in a breathy tone.
He crouched in front of her and with one hand grabbed one of her legs. With the other hand, he pressed the vibrator against Karen’s clit. Almost instantly she came; her anguished cries of pleasure echoed through the room. Sara’s pussy clenched and flexed as her friend spun through what must have been one incredible orgasm.
Karen’s Master continued to hold the vibrator against her, milking every last bit of pleasure from her body. She writhed and bucked beneath his touch. “Oh, God.”
“That’s it, my little slut. You’re going to come again and again, until I tell you that you can stop. You do understand?”
“Yes, Mast…Ahhh.”
She threw her head back and cried out as what Sara could only guess was another orgasm took hold.
Sara couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be forced into multiple orgasms.
“Ahem.”
The fine hairs on the back of Sara’s neck stood at attention. Slowly, she turned to look over her shoulder and saw her own ‘Master’ behind her, with his arms folded over his gloriously muscled chest, a scowl stretched across his face.
She scrambled to her feet. “I…um…”
He reached around her and pulled the door closed. “I never imaged you to be a voyeur, Sara.”
“I…I thought she was in trouble. Then I realized that she was in session and I wanted to turn away, but—”
“But you just couldn’t help yourself,” he said, interrupting her.
Her gaze fell away from him and heat flooded her cheeks. She’d allowed herself to do something she knew was wrong and now she’d been caught. “I’m sorry, Master.”
“Sorry isn’t good enough, Sara.”
His words sent a shiver up her spine. “What are you going to do to me?”
He grabbed her wrist. “It’s time for your next lesson,” he said, as he pulled her in the direction of her own room.
The heavy door slammed shut, confining her inside the room.
He tugged her toward the bed. “I think you need a little taste of what you saw. Now up on the bed and lay face down.”
Oh, God. What did he have planned for her? She followed his instructions, all the while her body shook. Turning her head in his direction, she tried to see what he was doing. The nightstand drawer was open and he removed several scarves from inside. He moved to the bed, took her hand in his, and wrapped one wrist, securing it to the bedpost. A new rush of fear raced through her. She didn’t care for the idea of being shackled to the bed, completely vulnerable and at his mercy.
Watching someone else go through it was one thing, but she had no interest in participating herself. As he secured the second binding, she pulled back; the fabric tightened around her wrists and bit into her skin. Despite the pain, she yanked harder, desperate to break loose. Her breathing sped up, coming in short bursts and she whimpered as she tugged frantically on both bindings.
“Sara?” He moved to her head. The look on his face one of growing concern.
“I don’t like this,” she said, tears stinging her eyes.
He grabbed her wrist and stilled her movements. “Don’t cry, baby. Just relax and I’ll untie you.” The tone in his voice changed. Gone was the authoritative master, replaced once again by the man she loved.
She loosened her pull on the bindings. He reached above her head and untied her. Free, she sat up and put her hands over her face. Humiliated beyond comprehension, Sara wanted to crawl under the bed and hide. It was ridiculous of her to think that Adam would do anything to hurt her. She trusted him more than anybody else in her life. Still, even the idea of being held captive caused her blood pressure to rise and her heart to pound uncontrollably. “I’m sorry, Adam. I can’t.”
He stroked a gentle hand along her back before wrapping a protec
tive arm around her. “It’s okay, honey. I do understand. Bondage isn’t for everyone. Maybe we’ve found one of your hard boundaries. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
“I know, but—” She shook her head. How could she make him understand the battle taking place inside her head?
“I have an idea.”
She glanced up at him. “What’s that?”
“You tie me up first. I know it goes against the rules, but it’s not like Ms. Black is watching us. So what if you bind me and then you can see it’s not that bad.”
As much as she didn’t want to be bound herself, the idea of tying Adam up did pique her curiosity. Plus, the fact that he was not only willing to break the rules for her, but also play the submissive, touched her. “O…okay,” she squeaked.
How could she possible back out on him, when he was trying so hard?
He slid from the bed, stripped and climbed back onto the mattress. Without a word, he lifted his arms above his head and winked. Sara leaned over and lightly wrapped his wrists within the bindings, then secured his legs. She stepped back and surveyed her work. Adam lay spread-eagle on the bed, his cock resting at half-mast and a perpetual smile stretched across his face. The only problem now was, what did she do with him?
“I…um.” She chewed on her bottom lip. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Do whatever you want, baby. That’s the beauty about having a submissive. You can do anything you want to them.”
“Anything I want, huh?” She eyed the flogger laying mere inches from where she stood, then thought better of the idea. It wouldn’t be fair to him to do anything she wouldn’t be willing to have done to her.
Deciding to play it safe, she crawled between his spread legs. “So, I could take you to the brink of an orgasm, back off and you can’t do anything about it?”
He arched a brow. “Yeah, I suppose you could.”
She wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft and stroked upwards. His eyes widened and he sucked in a quick breath.
Before long Adam was panting and jerking at the restraints. “I want to touch you, baby. You need to let me out of these bindings.”