by BJ Wane
Facing her, he asked, “Any hard limits or an apparatus you want me to stay away from?”
“Light pain only, I’m good with any bondage and the standard color codes for safewords,” she rambled off, as if she wanted to hurry this along. He had news for her; he wasn’t the hurry sort.
Yanking her up against him, the rigid tips of her breasts pressed against his chest, her startled gasp changing to a sigh as he covered her mouth with his. Kurt meant to go slow, to savor those soft lips and her quivering body aligned with his. But she parted her mouth without urging, accepted the thrust and exploration of his tongue with welcoming enthusiasm and shivered with a low, vibrating moan when he nipped her plump, lower lip. Crushing his mouth on hers, he filled his hands with her malleable buttocks and brought her pelvis tight against his, her soft pubis a nice cushion for his hard cock. By the time he pulled back, he was more than ready to move this along.
“Come on.” Grasping her hand, he led her toward the chain stations along the back wall. Halfway across the spacious loft, he paused at the wooden A-frame and turned to ask if she’d ever tried the newest addition to the bondage equipment. Instead, he caught her gazing at Grayson’s tender expression as he released Avery from the St. Andrew’s cross, the fleeting look of longing crossing her face sending a shock wave of instant recognition through Kurt. There was no mistaking that expression, or where he’d seen it before.
What were the odds of the same Leslie he’d rescued from a mugging and then ended up in her bed being a submissive member of The Barn? Maybe not such a longshot as he recalled her willing compliance to his commands that night and that this was the closest club to Billings. Since he assumed she recognized him, he wondered what game she was playing and refused to let her get away with keeping her true identity from him. After that night, she should know she could trust him, and it didn’t sit well that she didn’t.
With a determined yank on her hand, he strolled over to the nearest dangling chain. “Know why I like this option best?” he asked, flicking the cuffs attached to the end of the metal links.
“No, why?” She bit her lip as he removed the fancy gold belt around her waist, tossing it on a bench against the wall.
“It gives me unfettered access to your whole body.” With his eyes on hers, gauging her every reaction, Kurt tugged the ties at her shoulders and the white garment dropped to her feet. “Very pretty.” He brushed his knuckles over her turgid nipples, enjoying the way they puckered tighter, proving his memory was spot on from their previous night together. Running the tips of his fingers down her abdomen to hook into the skinny straps of her thong, he asked, “On or off?”
She clutched his upper arms, her nails digging into his skin as she said, “I’m good with taking it off.”
That answered one question, Kurt mused as he slid the satin scrap of material down her long smooth legs. Alcohol wasn’t responsible for her boldness and uninhibitedness with him the last time he got her naked. It appeared that enticing trait came naturally to her. Bending to scoop up the dress and thong put his face right in front of her puffy, denuded folds, the dampness coating her slit a hard-to-resist temptation that drew him forward. One slow lick up her seam was enough to remember the taste of her, one lap over her smooth labia enough to reacquaint himself with the shape and softness of her flesh. Her hands clutched on his shoulders, where she kept them as he straightened and flung her clothes on top of the belt. He left the fancy headdress and arm bands on, liking the naked pagan goddess look of her as he gripped her wrists and attached the cuffs.
“I like how agreeable you are, how you don’t shy away from what you’re comfortable with. You remind me of someone else I met not long ago.” It was difficult not to smile as her hands jerked in his before he pulled the chain up, enjoying toying with her.
“I’d rather you think of me instead of someone else right now,” she returned tartly. “Sir.”
“Well, I admit it’s not becoming to mention someone else but rest assured, sweetheart, you have my full attention and my thoughts are of no one else but you. I need to get a few things from the prop cabinet.”
Kurt could feel her eyes on him as he retrieved a spreader bar from the items available for everyone to use. He started to shut the cabinet door when he spotted the spiked five-wheel pinwheel and remembering her responses to his butt slaps and nipple pinches, he decided to add something extra to his hands and mouth this time around.
She gave the pinwheel a wary look when he returned. “Uh, I’m not sure…”
“Give me a color,” he snapped, refusing to let her slide on that issue.
Jerking from his hard tone, Leslie stuttered, “Oh, um, yellow.”
Tucking the pinwheel handle into his back pocket, he nudged her feet apart with one booted foot. “What are you unsure about? This?” Kurt held up the bar and she frowned in annoyance. He shouldn’t find that look amusing, but given the circumstances, he did.
“No. I’ve used those before,” she huffed. “But not that spiky thing.”
“Then save yellow for when that comes into play, or anything else you’re not sure of.” Squatting down, he cuffed her ankles to the bar then trailed his palms up the inside of her legs as he rose. Stopping at her upper thighs, he dug his fingers into the muscles and dipped his thumbs between her labia. Warm, slick wetness coated the pads of his thumbs as her hips jutted forward.
“Tell me, just so I’m clear,” he murmured, running his lips up the side of her neck as he inched further inside her pussy, “you said anything except harsh pain, correct?”
“Yes, yes… please,” she gasped, thrusting her pelvis into his hands again.
“So, sex with a virtual stranger isn’t a problem?” he taunted, circling her clit with one thumb while stroking the soft tissues lining her inner muscles with the other. He almost chuckled as she jerked with a harsh, indrawn breath. Was she wondering if he suspected her true identity, or just remembering the last time he had her naked and writhing?
Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Leslie speculated about pleading a case of lust induced insanity to rationalize why she’d accepted Master Kurt’s invitation without telling him who she was. Did that last question mean he recognized her, or was it just a teasing innuendo, like it sounded? Either way, she needed to decide fast – say red or answer him. As he pulled his hands away from her, the loss of his touch left her desperate for more, settling the decision.
“This is a safe club, and you wouldn’t be a Master here if I couldn’t trust you.”
“That is true, so how about we get to know each other better by testing your boundaries? Close your eyes and keep them shut.”
Leslie noticed Master Grayson taking over as monitor as Master Kurt reached into his back pocket for the spiked pinwheel that had sent a ripple of unease crawling under her skin upon first seeing it. Obeying his order, she lowered her lids and found a measure of comfort in shutting off her vision. She enjoyed the heat and discomfort from a spanking and the sting from the snap of a flogger, but had never experienced the sharp, needle-like pricks from one of the medical instruments some liked to play with. Holding her breath, she braced for that deeper pain but he surprised her by lightly rolling the pointed wheel down the ticklish underside of her raised right arm. Instead of pressing the sharp spikes into her skin, the slow glide scraped just enough to titillate and arouse an ache for more.
“Not so bad, is it?” he asked, his breath warm against her neck as he switched to her other arm.
“No, at least not yet.” He was a Dom, so, while she trusted him with her safety, she wasn’t foolish enough to think those light caresses were all he had in mind for her. His amused voice confirmed her suspicions.
“Smart girl, at least in some areas.” Cupping her breast with his free hand, he brushed a thumb across her nipple.
Leslie could sense his black eyes on her as Master Kurt scraped the pinwheel over the fleshy underside of her other breast next, applying more pressure as his nail scratched across he
r nipple. She squeezed her eyes to keep from opening them against the sudden tiny pricks of pain that elicited a spurt of cream between her legs. His deep, throaty chuckle in her ear sent shivers up and down her writhing body, a response she could remember all too clearly from the last time they were together.
“I think you like this little toy. I know I do. Or, maybe it’s how you respond, no matter what I do that I’m enjoying so much.” Satisfaction laced his voice as he rolled the tormenting toy down her waist, his other hand sliding from her breast around her back and down to her butt.
A cry spilled from her mouth as a stinging swat heated her right cheek the same time those sharp points pressed into the sensitive flesh above her pubis. Leslie rocked her hips against the dual attack, unsure whether she was embracing the discomfort or fighting against it. “Sir, please,” she whispered, her thighs tensing with the graze of those rough fingertips between her buttocks, over her anus and down to her wet slit. She was so close to that lovely zone where nothing mattered but the pleasure taking over her body and mind; to being in that comforting place where she could briefly forget the cruel death of a decent man for no other reason than two privileged teens getting their kicks. For weeks she’d been aching for that temporary reprieve from what witnessing that heartbreaking scene had cost her, and Master Kurt was proving as good at taking over her senses as she remembered.
“Please, what, sweetheart? More of this?” Another smack seared her left cheek. “Or this?” He rolled the pinwheel up and down her inner thigh, leaving a trail of throbbing pinpricks behind, the unpleasant pain quickly morphing into pulsing pleasure. “Or maybe you’re ready for more of this.” One finger pressed up inside her pussy, her inner muscles clamping around the invading digit in a desperate attempt to hold him there.
“I don’t know,” Leslie admitted, wishing he would just get her off in silence. The constant questioning kept her on edge as much as keeping her eyes closed and trying to guess where he would go next.
“Then let’s try an easier question.” Kurt tugged on her clit and bit her nipple as he asked, “What do you do for a living?”
The question took Leslie by surprise, pulling her back from the building euphoria for a moment. They hadn’t exchanged any personal information about each other that night and she figured it wouldn’t hurt to reveal one personal tidbit, especially if it got her closer to orgasm. “I teach grade school, second grade.”
“I can picture you doing that, and your students loving you.” He deepened his voice, inserting more demand as he raked the spikes across one buttock and thrust up into her. “Are you going to tell me where we’ve met before?”
Leslie’s eyes flew open, her heart leaping into her throat as her buttocks clenched and her pussy spasmed. The hazy fog of arousal lifted enough for her to worry and frown at him as she insisted, “I told you, we haven’t met here before.”
Dropping the pinwheel, Master Kurt gripped her butt cheek. “Anywhere else?” Two blows in rapid succession inflamed her buttocks as he stretched her sheath by adding two more fingers, his thrusts abrading her swollen, needy clit.
Shaking her head against the onslaught, she gasped, “No!” and closed her eyes again, afraid he would see the truth behind the lie.
Disappointment swamped Kurt after hoping Leslie would come clean about her identity. How could she think he wouldn’t remember her? He remembered everything; her body was just as soft and receptive to his touch and commands, her expressions and voice just as desperate and needy, her blue eyes just as sad behind the swirling, dilated arousal. There were some things the mask and wig couldn’t disguise.
He had wanted to fuck her again, ached to slide his throbbing cock into the slick wet heat clutching at his fingers, but given her continued subterfuge, he would refrain. He couldn’t leave her hurting though. If it was only a physical release she was needing, he could easily walk away as punishment for her lies. But her obvious emotional pain tugged at him, just like the night she’d gotten drunk as a means to cope with whatever issues were plaguing her. Later, he intended to delve into what it was about this one woman that pulled at him more than any other, but right now he had a duty, and a desire to ease the emotional strain etched on her face and clouding her eyes.
“Then there’s no reason to leave you hanging, is there, sweetheart?” He had the pleasure of seeing her blanch before he set up a rhythm alternating deep thrusts inside her quivering pussy with hip-jarring smacks on her soft buttocks. The velvet soft muscles gripped his fingers as he jabbed deep enough to bring her to her toes while her ass turned hot under his hand. The swat he delivered as he pulled his fingers back drew a whimpering cry and pushed her pelvis forward to press against his palm. Three more times he plunged inside her liquid heat, rasping the swollen tissues of her clit and convulsing pussy while caressing her warmed buttocks and then withdrawing and landing a blistering spank on the bouncing globes.
“Yes, God, please, yes,” she mewled over and over, her perspiration-slick body undulating in the restraints as he plundered and smacked until she convulsed with a spate of cream and tight clutches around his pummeling fingers. Laying her head back, her cry rent the space around them, drew heads and grins and had Kurt’s own heart aching at the sobbing relief in her strident voice.
By the time he brought her down from the exultant high and released her to fall into his arms, he knew he wasn’t done with her. It was more than curiosity at this point that made him decide to find the answers to what made her tick, what prodded her into taking a stranger home one night and then lie to a Master weeks later. He accepted the subbie blanket Grayson handed him without a word, wrapped it around her quivering body and held her close while the tremors still running through her body slowly eased and her breathing returned to normal. When they did, he leaned back and nudged her chin up with two fingers.
Kurt waited for Leslie’s eyes to clear and focus on him, but as soon as she came to her senses, she pulled back, both physically and mentally.
“I… thank you, Sir. I have a long drive home, so I think I should go now.”
He wasn’t surprised at her withdrawal, in fact had been expecting it. “Let me help you dress and walk you out, then.” He released her to pick up her dress and panties.
“I can do it, I don’t need help,” she insisted, her voice husky.
“I’m sure you can and that you don’t, but you’re getting my help anyway. If you argue, you’ll find your ass over a spanking bench.” He smirked, reached around and patted her hot butt. “Think you’ll like getting a few strokes of my belt in the next few minutes?”
Her jaw went taut and those blue eyes behind the mask flared with irritation, but her pouty nipples tightened and goosebumps popped up along her arms, the two responses at odds with each other. “No, Sir, I don’t think I would.”
“That’s what I thought.” She might enjoy a session with his belt some other time, but he could tell she was done for tonight.
Leslie dressed quickly, as if eager to be on her way, or to get away from him, Kurt wasn’t sure which. By the time he took her hand and escorted her out to her car, he decided to send her off with something to think about before they met again. And, they would meet up again. Opening her car door, he waited until she slid behind the wheel and looked up at him, reaching for the handle.
Leaning down, he gave her a quick, hard kiss before backing up, saying, “See you soon, Leslie.” He shut the door and strolled back inside, grinning from the shock on her pale face.
Chapter 6
Leslie spent all day Sunday reeling from Kurt’s admission of knowing her true identity last night. She awoke with the effects of that scene still lingering, the soreness where he’d pressed the pinwheel hardest and the tenderness of her butt every time she sat down. It wasn’t the hardest spanking she’d ever received, but the most memorable as it had contributed to another intense climax. The heights she’d reached with him were beyond her imagination; nothing had felt that good and because of that, she was st
ill shaken today. How one man managed to get such a tight grip on her in one night and maintain that hold for weeks until they met up again she couldn’t understand, let alone ever thought possible. And now she was left wondering and worrying what he meant by ‘seeing her again’. Maybe it had been naïve to believe he wouldn’t see through her disguise, but how was she to know he would remember a one-night stand weeks later?
Putting on music, Leslie went through the routine of cleaning her apartment even though it didn’t need it. With it being just her living in the small space, it didn’t get dirty enough to do a thorough cleaning every week, but it was a habit she’d gotten into when she’d owned a house in Reno and the mindless tasks were a way to unwind from the hours she’d spent at the club.
The one good thing she could attribute to being uprooted from her home and given a new identity was the freedom she’d gained to explore the BDSM lifestyle that had intrigued her for years. She could never get up the nerve to attend a beginner’s night at one of the clubs in Reno, fearing those closest to her would find out and turn judgmental. Here, she wasn’t close enough to anyone to worry about what they thought of her. Once she’d discovered the stress-relief benefits of sexual submission, she joined the club and prayed wind of her involvement never reached the ears of her co-workers at school. It wasn’t until her introduction to alternative sex and her embracement of her submissive side that she’d felt a kinship with other regular members at The Barn, and eventually grown to crave more from those limited relationships.
Leslie ran the vacuum around the couch, her mind conjuring up the image of her lying under Kurt, her body bowing to his demands as she writhed in the pleasure he’d proven so good at unleashing both that night and last night. In the weeks since she’d invited him home with her, she had failed to find an answer as to why she couldn’t put him and that night out of her mind. Now she found herself questioning how she could have been so stupid as to risk indulging in another scene thinking he wouldn’t remember her.