by Lexi Blake
“I would give this up if you need me to. If this is a choice between you and having this in my life, I’ll choose you.”
His shoulders relaxed, that tense look around his eyes softening in an instant. His hand came out, brushing against her cheek. “I will never ask you to, love. I’m sorry I acted the way I did. If I can’t give you what you need, we’ll make accommodations, but I think you’ll find I can learn over time.”
“You haven’t learned much if you think this is how you greet your Mistress.” She gave him her best stare, the one that was sure to have every sub in a mile radius dropping to his or her knees.
Kash’s lips turned up and he gracefully fell to the floor. “Not Mistress. I don’t like the term.”
So he was already attempting to push her buttons. “You think this is about you then?”
“I know this is about me.” Confidence rolled off him. “I control this. This might be the one thing in the world I truly control. Everything is responsibility and politics, and those offer only the illusions of control. It’s what I thought about while I was hanging in suspension that night. I thought about the fact that my life is a series of choices that are forced on me. This isn’t forced. This is offered. I can take it or leave it and the world won’t come to an end. No one goes hungry because I made this choice.”
It was precisely why so many powerful men and women chose this way to play. They did it because their actions affected so many in the real world. They could choose to be a bit selfish for a few hours, to let go and allow themselves to relax and hide away for a while. To let that part of them that needed to be soft and submissive have some sway.
She opened the kit and picked up the crop Kori had purchased at her behest. It was a nice one, flexible with a soft leather tip. She could control it, her strength and the angle of impact determining how much pain she inflicted. Of course, it could also be a tool. She slapped it against her hand, bringing Kash’s eyes up to hers.
“Spread your knees wide.” She let the soft tip of the crop find his belly, running it up and over his muscled abs and perfect chest, all the way up to his chiseled chin. “Spine straight. Now tell me what you think you should call me, if not Mistress. This is my fantasy, too. If you want to spend some time being worshipped and adored, then I want to feel powerful. Needed. I want to spend a few hours being someone more than merely Dayita.”
“You are always powerful,” he whispered. “Always. You don’t need a crown on your head to be a queen. That’s who you are. You are my Queen and I do want to worship you. Show me how powerful you are, Your Majesty. Show this lowly servant what a queen is.”
Every word that dripped from his mouth seemed to race through her veins, lifting her up and taking her higher. She looked down at her “lowly” servant, taking in every inch of his gorgeous flesh. She took her time, inspecting him carefully. She let her hands run through his raven dark hair. He kept it long and it had a natural wave to it. She tugged on it, pulling it to the point that he would feel the sizzle along his scalp. A shudder went through him and she watched his cock twitch.
Yes, that was what she wanted to see.
“Did you like it when I tied you up?”
His head was back, giving over to her hold. His eyes were on hers, as though he couldn’t look anywhere but exactly where she wanted him. “Yes, but I couldn’t relax because everyone was watching me.”
She should have thought of that, should have realized that Kash tended to overcompensate for his flaws, for his fears. He would smile and play the fool in the press because he didn’t think there was a way out. Every lover he’d taken before had been with him for the purpose of being seen. This was a chance to have something secret, something that belonged only to the two of them.
“Then I should reward you for being such a good servant. You did so well. You let me show our friends exactly the techniques I wanted to show them. I thank you for that and I honor you.”
“What would you have done if I didn’t mind being seen like that?” Kash asked.
“Like I’ve told you, I didn’t have sex with most of the people I topped.”
“But if I had merely been a submissive coming to the glorious Mistress Day, if I had been some random man who needed a bit of play, who let you tie me up and suspend me off the ground, what would you have done?”
He wanted to be different. Of course, he was, but he needed the words. He wanted some dirty, filthy fantasy? She could give him that.
“If you had walked into my dungeon, all of my rules would have flown out the door. I would have looked at you and known that you were everything I had been waiting for. I would have tied you up. I would have used my ropes to bind your arms and legs. They would cling to your body and you would feel them as an extension of myself, of my will. You would feel me all around you.” She sighed and moved on, letting the crop trace the line of his spine as she continued. “You would be wound up tight and then I would suspend you. You wouldn’t be able to fight me or to do anything at all but take what I give you. I can give you pleasure or pain and it’s all my choice. You would swing in my trap, your body both heavy and light at the same time. You would be secure. You would know I would never, ever let anything harm you, that I would work my hardest to ensure your safety so you could enjoy the ride. Did I say I would wrap my rope everywhere? Because there would be one place I left untouched, open and vulnerable.” She completed her circle, moving in front of him again. “Can you guess which part of you I would have left out? Which delicious piece would be dangling like ripe fruit for me to enjoy? Can you show me?”
His body had tightened, but not in a bad way. He reached down and gripped his own dick, stroking himself with a rough hand. “This part.”
She slapped the tip of the crop over his hand, a gentle sting which had him releasing himself. “No touching what belongs to me. You’re my servant and that means your cock is mine, a treasure of the royals like my crown or my scepter. You wouldn’t like what happens to thieves.”
Or he would, because it would lead to an insanely pleasurable round of torture.
The hint of a smile crossed his face before he schooled himself again. “No, Your Majesty. I wouldn’t want to find out what happens to thieves. I apologize. Please continue your story. It was just getting good.”
“I would suspend you so you were looking down, so you could see me moving underneath you. Did you like my rig?”
“It was perfect. I did love how you used science and engineering to such kinky ends. Our professors at Oxford would approve.”
Likely not, but she had used their methods. “With my machine, I can move you easily up or down, and I would move you into the perfect position where I could touch your cock. Like I said, it’s ripe fruit and I would pick it. You would be utterly helpless while I played with your cock.”
She reached down, gripping him as he’d touched himself. Kash liked it rough. A growl went through him, but he managed to stay in his position. She eased down on her knees in front of him, holding that magnificent cock in her hand.
“You’re going to kill me,” he whispered, his jaw tight.
No. Just torture him a bit. “It’s my right to play with you however I see fit. Rigging you up without someone around to help me if something went wrong would be unwise and would put my precious servant in potential danger, so I can’t do that tonight. But I can give you a little taste of what it would have been like. Would you like that, my servant?”
“I am here to do her majesty’s bidding,” he replied, his voice thick.
She stroked his cock, loving the feel of him hardening in her hand. She could barely get her fingers to meet around the stalk. With a little twist that made him hiss, she got back to her feet. “Go to the bed and lie down, facing up. I’m going to tie your wrists down.”
He grimaced, but managed to get to his feet and place himself where he needed to be. Kash laid himself out in the middle of her bed, on display for her pleasure. It would be easy for her to do what she needed to
do, to initiate him into honest play.
“Place your wrists above your head, hands toward the posters.” She’d already found her rope, playing with the length in her hand. Kash moved his arms to form a V from his body. Such strong arms. She slid the rope along his right arm, letting him feel the fabric and how heavy it was. She snaked the jute around his wrist, watching him shiver. She tied one end around his wrist and the other to the heavy post that held up the canopy of the bed. “Let everything else go. I want you to concentrate only on what I’m doing to you. How do you feel? Concentrate on your body and the responses to my stimuli. How did you like it when I touched you with the crop?”
His eyes closed and he breathed out, his body relaxing again. “I liked it. I liked the way it felt. I liked how unsure I was whether you would caress me with it or if you would slap that tip against my skin. And then when you struck, the pain flared, but it was good. It felt like my skin was alive.”
She worked the rope over and around his wrists. “Did your cock respond?”
“Yes. It got harder. I wanted more.”
She secured his right wrist and moved on to the left. “How does being tied down make you feel?”
“Oddly safe.” He pulled gently at his right wrist, as though to check to make sure he couldn’t go anywhere. “I feel like I’m laid out for a feast. You’re going to eat me alive, aren’t you, Your Majesty?”
Then he’d already figured out what her game was. Though he might not know all her moves. She tightened the left wrist, not so much he would lose circulation. Just enough so he could feel it, know he was caught and he wasn’t getting away.
“I’m going to take what’s mine. I’m going to feast on everything you have.” She tied his left wrist down and was ready to begin.
* * * *
She was going to kill him. He was going to die and Kash was perfectly fine with it. This was everything he needed. He needed her dirty and dominant, needed to feel like every bit of that glorious brain and stunning body was focused on one thing and one thing only—him.
Dayita wasn’t thinking about what he could do for her, what his position could buy her. She craved his body, his private soul, and he suddenly realized that he’d only felt this wanted once before in his life.
That day by the river when she’d told him to hold still so she could kiss him. She’d been dominant then, too. It had been the exact quality that had drawn him to her. Day had known her mind and believed in herself. She hadn’t needed a man, but she’d chosen him anyway.
He pulled at the bindings, not to try to get away, but because he liked the sensation of being so vulnerable. There was something dark and forbidden.
A king is never weak.
He forced his father’s words out of his head. His father hadn’t meant them as anything but a mantra, and he understood that now. His father hadn’t seen him as weak. That had been Kash’s own insecurities, and they had no place here. He wasn’t a king in this place. He was a servant. He was Hers.
It was a good place to be.
She had the crop in her hand again. His whole body tightened at the sight of her. She was sex on two legs, pure feminine willpower. The blouse she was wearing had come open, showing the tops of her golden breasts, and he longed to see her nipples, for her to offer them to him so he could suck and lave them with his affection. The black silk of her shirt looked perfect against the golden tone of her skin. For all the tough trappings of her persona, her face was still soft and feminine even when she barked orders his way.
“Bring your knees up.”
He moved them up so his feet were flat on the bed.
“Feet further apart. As far as they can go.” She snapped the crop against his inner thigh, showing him what she wanted.
The pain flared and then sank into his skin. He was certain if he hadn’t been so aroused, the damn crop would hurt, but now his dick threatened to explode every time she swiped it against his flesh.
He didn’t think about it. He simply moved his feet until the crop came off his thigh. Wide. She’d spread him so wide. His cock was there, open and vulnerable to her. To his queen.
He gritted his teeth as she ran the crop along his inner thigh again, brushing over the little red spot where she’d flicked him. The leather tip ran along his sensitive flesh and then found his cock.
He was not going to come. He was not going to come. He was going to last.
“Stay right where you are.” She put the crop down and he watched as she unbuttoned her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She slowly undid the buttons on her blouse until all he could see was the lovely green bra and lacy panties she wore underneath. And all that gorgeous skin of hers. “You’re so beautiful, Kashmir. I love how hard you are. Your cock is lovely and look, it’s offering me a gift.”
Day reached out and swiped her finger over his cockhead, gathering the drop of pre-come that had pulsed out.
He watched as she sucked her finger into her mouth, eyes closing as though she was concentrating on her treat, as though she loved the taste of him.
He stared down his body, unable to take his eyes off her. When he was in charge, he simply fucked his partner until she came and then he would have his pleasure. Never had he spent such decadent amounts of time on the sensations of touching each other, of being vulnerable to another human being. She could call it play all she liked, but this was something more. This felt sacred to him, something he could only ever do with her because she was the right woman, the only woman for him.
The only woman who could conquer the king and let him be a man.
“You taste so good, my servant.” Her nipples were hard points outlined by the silky cup of her bra.
“There’s much more where that came from, my Queen. All for you.” Only for her. From this moment and forever more. Only for her.
He loved the arrogant smirk that hit her lips. “I can only imagine. I think I’ll have to take you up on that. I find I’m very hungry.”
She ran her hands up either leg, brushing the flesh there as though inspecting every inch of her possession.
“Then the queen must have her feast. Is this what you would have done? Would you have placed me naked in your web with nothing but my cock exposed for your pleasure?” The vision tightened his gut, arousal pulsing through him. He wasn’t a man who had to wait for pleasure, but now the anticipation was a form of joy. He didn’t have to worry that Day would leave him like this. She wouldn’t ever leave him at all.
She climbed onto the bed, her limbs moving with the sensuous grace of a cat. “Yes. I would have lowered you so I was able to easily torture your cock. A lick here. A caress there. And when you thought I would walk away and leave you wanting, all trussed up and desperate, that’s when I would suck you into my mouth. That’s when I would work you to the back of my throat and milk you dry.”
He was not going to come. He was going to think about baseball or a sport he actually knew something about, and then he would survive her torture. “Now I wish I’d been a bit more brave.”
Her nails scored lightly down his torso as she loomed over him. “Bravery has nothing to do with it. This is all about finding what works for the two of us. Privacy works for you. I’ll be honest; I’m not much of an exhibitionist when it comes to sex either. I’m happy to have you to myself, happy to keep you from the lustful gazes of all those other women. And men. Many of the men were looking at you, too. They should know better than to look at the queen’s property. Don’t they know what happens to those who even think to take what belongs to the queen?”
Something bad because his queen was a badass. Yes. She wasn’t some delicate flower who sat in the sun all day, waiting for someone to bring life to her. She fought. She worked. She protected.
She was precious.
“No one would dare and you should understand that if anyone tries to hurt my queen, I will be her warrior.”
She leaned forward, her body brushing against his. “And what a warrior you are. So strong. Let’s see ho
w long my warrior can hold out on his queen.”
Her mouth hovered over his, the cups of her bra sliding on his skin. He could feel the intoxicating mix of silk and warm, soft flesh. Then all that mattered was her tongue against his bottom lip. She dragged it over him and he felt the sizzle down his spine. She deepened the kiss, urging his mouth open. This he could do. He might be totally under her control, but his tongue could match hers, sliding in an intimate glide that had them both panting. Over and over she kissed him, her body pressed to his. She’d made a place for herself between his legs, and her pelvis rubbed against his dick, threatening to push him over the edge.
No. He wasn’t going to give in. He wasn’t going to give up. Not until she’d had her pleasure, not until she’d taken him deep inside her body and ridden him like a racing stallion.
She kissed her way down his body and he bit back a groan. She was determined to make him insane. He was sure of it. It was there in the way she kissed along his jawline, ran her tongue over the flesh of his neck. Those dainty fingers of hers found his nipples, rolling them at first, and then giving him a hard tweak.
He held on to the ropes, his only lifeline in a sea of pleasure. He had to stay focused or he would let his queen down. She was the important one, her pleasure the goal.
And that was why it worked, he realized. Day was thinking the same thing. How many times had he heard Taggart and his friends talk about the “exchange”? BDSM, he’d been told, was an exchange, and it only worked when it was one of equality, when each partner brought his or her unique gifts to the relationship, offering them up with generous hearts. Kash had laughed inside because he’d seen it as an exchange of orgasms, and wasn’t that really the point of all sex?
This was more. While he was concentrating on pleasing Day, she was focused on pleasing him. While her happiness was the goal, his was also her goal.