by Ashe Barker
The effect is instantaneous. I let out a low moan and slump forward as my orgasm grips me, sends my senses spinning. I manage to retain the presence of mind not to release my grip on my clit as my climax builds, erupts, and I shatter.
Long seconds pass while I concentrate on breathing. At last I roll to my side and crack open my eyes. Nathan is there, at the foot of the bed, He looks pleased enough, I think, but far from satisfied.
“That was beautiful. You’ve made a good start, Eva but I know you have more party tricks to show me. I’m waiting.”
I don’t need him to elaborate, I know the sub-text. My Dom does not like to be kept waiting.
I roll onto my back again and spread my kegs. The vibrating butt plug continues to whirr away inside my arse, and I opt to leave it there. If I know Nathan, he’ll have put new batteries in before he even started on this scene and it’s probably good for hours yet.
I locate the wipes beside me and pull one out. I lock my gaze with Nathan’s as I clean my fingers, my actions unhurried and deliberate. Hygiene is important, of course, but as much as anything this interlude allows me the seconds I need to decide my next moves. An idea occurs to me, something I read about in one of the erotic novels I devour these days. I hope it’s kinky enough to amuse my Dom.
My unruly curls are caught back in an untidy pony tail, held there by an elastic band. I reach up and pull it out. My hair cascades loose around my shoulders as I stretch the band around my wrist to make sure I can find it easily in a couple of minutes’ time. I’m gratified by the slightly puzzled expression on Nathan’s features. He leans forward, watching me intently. I have his full attention, and I love it.
The bullet vibrator is still on the bed, rolling about on the mattress as I move. I grab it and hit the ‘on’ switch. It bursts into life. I smile at Nathan as I reach between my spread thighs with my left hand to part the lips of my pussy, then trace the shuddering bullet along one side of my cunt, then the other.
“You look to be enjoying that, Eva,” observes Nathan. He has pulled a chair up and is seated on it, his feet propped on the end of the bed.
“I am, Sir, though if you want to take over at any stage…”
“I think not. At least, not yet.”
Ah, he has plans of his own then. This should be fun.
I continue to stroke the bullet around my drenched pussy, slipping the tip of it inside my entrance with each pass. The sensation is exquisite, especially when I make a slight detour to hit the base of my clit. My second orgasm is building, the familiar clench low in my abdomen heralding the coming climax.
But not yet. I have something else I prefer to try first. A little experiment, perhaps.
I press the bullet against my clit and arch my back as the pleasure grips. It’s focused, demanding, brutal almost in its intensity. I concentrate hard, seeking the right moment, the last possible second before I lift it away. I drop the bullet onto the bed and slip the rubber band off my wrist.
I twist the band around the ends of my index and middle fingers, then open my fingers to stretch the elastic. I don’t dare look at Nathan, I don’t need to. I have no doubt at all that I have his undivided attention.
I lay the fingers bound together by the elastic over my clit, the hood now pulled back to reveal the throbbing bud. I tap it once, then again. Then I suck in a deep breath. Here goes.
I use my other hand to grab the elastic between my fingers and pull it back. I let it go, and gasp as it snaps back against my sensitive clit.
Christ, that hurts. It feels wonderful.
I move my fingers away and use my other hand to caress and soothe my quivering clit, coaxing my plump bud back to full readiness. It doesn’t take long.
I position my fingers again, stretching the elastic over the very tip of my clit. I pull it back, even tighter this time, and wait for several seconds. I’m holding my breath, and I suspect Nathan is too. I release the rubber and let out a sharp scream as pain explodes.
“Oh God, it hurts. It hurts.”
“But you love it.”
“Christ yes! Fucking yes.”
“Again then.” It’s a command, not a question
“Yes, Sir.”
I wait just the few seconds I need to recover my equilibrium, then I stretch the elastic over my clit again. I hook my finger under it and pull it back, further than before, almost to the point it might snap. I open my eyes, meet Nathan’s gaze. His beautiful chocolate coloured eyes are dark, almost black, his arousal hot, smoldering. He lifts one eyebrow, tilts his chin up in that commanding Dom pose I know so well.
I release the elastic, my clit takes the full force of the snap, and it is agony. Perfect, pure agony. The butt plug continues to hum inside me as my body convulses. I am helpless, caught up in the wave of unstoppable sensation coursing through me as a powerful orgasm surges up from deep in my core. I am bucking my hips, thrusting, clenching madly as I’m gripped by my climax. I roll to my side, bring up my knees, and lie there shivering until the moment passes.
“Fucking wonderful. I loved that, Eva.” Nathan is beside me now, stretched out on the bed.
I roll toward him, lock my arms around his neck and press my body against his. I’ll continue, to ‘entertain’ him, if he wants me to, but I hope my solo efforts are over for now. I need him, his touch. I need him to fuck me.
“I’d love to, sweetheart. With the butt plug still in?”
I really must stop voicing my thoughts, my desires out loud. Or maybe not. I nod against his chest, incapable of speech just at the moment.
Nathan rolls me over onto my back and positions himself between my legs. His towel is gone. I never saw him take it off, but who cares? I bend my knees and bring my legs up toward the sides of my chest. I want him now. Fast, hard, deep. Definitely deep.
Nathan rams his cock inside me, hard and deep so he nudges my cervix. It’s just what I need. I cry out, my scream a mix of pain and pleasure, inextricably tangled. I gyrate my hips.
“Please, Sir, more. Fuck me hard. I need it to hurt.”
“Not gentle fucking then?”
“No, Sir. Not today.”
“No, not today,” he agrees. And he gives me what I want.
* * * *
“Can you stand?” Nathan makes the polite enquiry as he collects our discarded sex toys from the hotel carpet. He has pulled on his trousers but remains bare-chested, his abs rippling as he bends to his task.
I drag my eyes from his torso to meet his amused gaze. “I will be able to. In a year or so.”
“You’ll have to do better than that, love. Your mother’s due into Dundee station in a little over forty minutes, and you might like a shower and get your gladrags on before you face her. Unless you prefer to stay here, and I’ll go pick her up. We could meet you downstairs, in the lobby.”
I groan. It’s tempting, but I ought to be there at the station. Today’s proceedings will be as cathartic for my mother as for me. We should stand together, through all of it.
“I’ll come. Give me five minutes to shower.” My hair will have to dry as we go. It won’t be the first time. I drag my aching body from the bed and pad across the room in the direction of the en suite.
“Christ, those stripes look amazing. Truly glorious.” Nathan’s admiring comment causes me to stop in my tracks. I twist, trying to see my bottom where the sting from his belt still blooms beautifully.
“Here, let me.” Nathan crosses the room to pick up a small swivel mirror from the dressing table. He returns to stand in front of me, angling the glass. “There. Can you see now?”
I can, and the sight causes my breath to hitch. Six perfect, straight welts are painted across my buttocks, three on each side. I trace the top one with my fingers, hissing at the burn as it rekindles across my sensitive skin.
“You did a good job, Sir.”
“I aim to please. How do you feel?”
“Better, Sir. Much better.”
“It’ll be fine. You do know that?”
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“I do, but…”
“If you need me to spank you again you have only to ask.”
“Thank you, Sir. I’ll bear that in mind.”
“I’ll be there. So will Victoria. And the RAF top brass. And over a thousand school students, staff and governors. Charlie Byrne’s going to have a great day, one that’s long overdue.”
“Yes. And we have you to thank. You made all this happen. I appreciate it, Sir.”
“My pleasure. So, go get ready. We’ve a life to celebrate.”
* * * *
“… A courageous and skilled pilot, a man who served his country with devotion, courage, and dignity.”
I stand, my arm linked with my mother’s as we listen to the words of my father’s commanding officer. Nathan is directly behind us, his hand on my shoulder, grounding me.
Group Captain Peters, recently retired, has a voice which carries across the playing field stretching around the Kirkstewart Academy on the outskirts of Dundee. Most of the grass is invisible on this fine summer afternoon, concealed by the rows and rows of more or less silent students who have filed out to stand in line and pay their respects to the unknown flying hero who died at this spot. They are joined by at least a hundred serving members of the RAF, and several more rows of school and city dignitaries. It’s a fine turnout, one which does my father proud.
But he is unknown no longer. Charles Byrne will be remembered here, his life and death commemorated in the sensory garden constructed and named in his honor. His name will be further immortalized in the trim trail funded by Nathan, a welcome addition to the school sports facilities and one which I know my father would have applauded. He always set great store by physical fitness.
The head teacher at the Kirkstewart Academy has got to his feet and mounted the small portable podium. He casts an authoritative eye over the assembled students before clearing his throat. “We are delighted today to welcome so many to this place we hold dear. Old and young, serving officers in our military side by side with civilians, and in the presence of Flight Lieutenant Bryne’s family, we are here to honor his sacrifice, and to celebrate a life full of promise and duty. That life was cut short too soon in tragic circumstances but even so this is not an occasion for sadness. Rather, this is a day of pride. Pride in the achievements of a great man, a shining example to so many. Few of those assembled here today were fortunate enough to be personally acquainted with Charles Byrne, but we are joined by his comrades and his family. Flight Lieutenant Byrne’s loved ones have entrusted his memorial to this school. We pledge to honor that trust, and to maintain the Charles Byrne memorial garden on their behalf.”
The head teacher retakes his seat to a ripple of applause, as enthusiastic as it is polite. Now it is our turn. Myself and my mother have the task of cutting the ribbon which has been draped across the entrance to the garden. We will declare it open. I draw in a deep, fortifying breath as we step forward, and my mother takes the specially polished and sharpened scissors offered to her by one of the students. She thanks him, her tone low, and we complete the few paces to the waiting ribbon.
She glances at me, on eyebrow raised. I shake my head quickly, intending to allow her to complete the formalities as I stand beside her. She’s having none of that. With a determined smile she takes my hand and presses the handle of the scissors into my palm.
“We do it together,” she mutters, turning to regard the waiting ribbon. “That’s what he would have wanted.”
She’s right, I know she is. So that’s exactly how we do it. As the ribbon flutters to the ground and the garden is officially open, I glance over at Nathan, his image shimmering as my eyes fill with tears. He is clapping along with the rest of our audience. His smile is only for me though, warm, approving, brimming with pride.
“I love you.” He mouths the words, unheard above the din.
I drop a quick kiss onto my mother’s cool cheek before she is engulfed by the combined efforts of the head teacher and Group Captain Peters, each determined to accompany her back to the school boardroom where a buffet awaits. I return to Nathan’s side and wrap my arms around his waist. I tip up my chin, then stand on tiptoes to whisper in his ear.
“I love you too. Sir.
THE END
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About the Author
In 2010, Ashe escaped a career in the public sector and started to write. Now she counts herself one of the lucky few who spend their time doing what they love.
Ashe has been an avid reader of women’s fiction for many years—erotic, historical, contemporary, fantasy, romance—you name it, as long as it’s written by women, for women. Now, at last in control of her own time and working from her home in rural West Yorkshire, she has been able to realise her dream of writing erotic romance herself.
She likes to write about people, relationships, and the general cock-up and mayhem that is most of our lives. She often writes about places she’s known but her stories of love, challenge, resilience and compassion are the conjurings of her own imagination, with a hefty dose of kink to keep it interesting. We all need to have a hobby.
Ashe loves to craft strong, enigmatic men and bright, sassy women to give them a hard time—in every sense of the word.
When she’s not writing, Ashe’s time is divided between her role as resident taxi driver for her teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, rabbits, tortoises, and Colin the hamster.
Email: [email protected]
Also by Ashe Barker
Contemporary
Thicker Than Water
Above and Beyond
Highland Odyssey
Capri Heat
Her Two Doms
Making The Rules
The Master (with Katie Swann)
Faith
Spirit
Hardened
Tell Me
First Impressions
The Three Rs
Chameleon
La Brat
Historical
Viking Surender : The Prologue
Viking Surrender : Brandr
Wolfeheart
The Duke and the Thief (with Jaye Peaches)
Conquered by the Viking
Her Rogue Viking
Her Dark Viking
Her Celtic Captor
The Widow is Mine (The Conquered Brides collection)
A Scandalous Arrangement
The Highwayman’s Lady
Her Noble Lords
The Laird and the Sassenach
Sci-fi
Her Alien Commander
Theirs: Found and Claimed
The Enforcer (with Bonus Content, The Audition)
Paranormal and Time Travel
Shared by the Highlanders
Held In Custody
Resurrection
LGBT
Gideon
Bodywork
Hard Riders
Short Stories and Novellas
Brigands, Thieves and Lawless Ladies
Rough Diamonds
Re-Awakening
Carrot and Coriander
In the Eyes of the Law
The Prize
A Very Private Performance
Yes or No?
Rose’s Are Red
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