“Relax for me, kitten.”
Relax? Was he fucking kidding? “Watch your mouth.” Like hell.
Calm down. The running dialogue in her head didn’t help calm her, though. Karla tried to relax by taking slow, deep breaths and felt herself sink into the mattress. Then she heard him open that damned drawer and wondered what else he had up his sleeve. Her shoulders and arms hurt from holding herself so stiffly. She hadn’t realized how tense she’d become.
His finger slid against her cleft from her pussy up to her clit, spreading the moisture from her orgasm to the now dry clit. Her hips bucked when he touched her clit. It wasn’t as sensitive as it had been right after she’d come and she felt herself growing warm with excitement as she thought about coming again. Sex definitely was addictive.
He thrust his fingers inside her pussy and she jumped at the unexpected invasion. Her mouth dropped open as she panted. The sensations began to build; much quicker than before, and her breathing became rapid and shallow.
His fingers pulled out and she groaned. More, Sir. Then she felt something hard and cold pressing against her pussy’s opening. Too cold to be Master Adam’s penis. The hard object began to press into her. A dildo? Her face flushed. She’d bought some toys at a party during her freshman year in college, but had opted for a clit vibrator, rather than something to put inside herself.
Adam inserted the object as far as it would go, she supposed. It pressed against the bundle of nerves Adam’s fingers had curled around earlier when he’d given her the orgasm. Then his hand was gone and she waited.
“Deep breath and hold it.”
She did as he instructed, and felt something cold and wet pressing against her asshole. “N…..” No! I can’t say no or it’ll just make it worse. I trust him. He won’t hurt me.
“Good girl. Now, deep breath again and hold it this time.”
She drew a ragged breath, dreading what he planned to do with whatever was about to enter her anus. “Release your breath slowly.” As she began to release the breath, he pressed the object into her. She held her breath again and steeled herself.
“Exhale the entire breath, kitten. Now.”
How could she push the object away if she was exhaling? But she did as he instructed and the object pushed against her rings, burning her asshole, until she was stretched almost as much as when he’d put two fingers inside her. Then the object made a plopping sound and he quit putting pressure against it. But it still burned like hell. Her two holes now were filled to the max. So full. But she’d rather have Master Adam’s penis inside her, not some impersonal plastic dildo.
“I’m going to go easy on you, kitten, since this is your first punishment. Three forced orgasms. Count them for me.”
Forced? He should know by now he didn’t have to force her to have an orgasm. She heard a click and the dildo became a vibrator pulsing against her vaginal walls. He increased the speed and she felt that delicious nerve center inside her, and her clit all vibrating at once. She even felt it against whatever was in her ass.
Touch my clit, Sir!
Then she heard another click and the object in her butt whirred to life as well. “Oh my God!” Sensory overload! Every muscle tingled and quaked throughout her pelvis. She squeezed her hands into fists, grabbing onto her own hair and holding on. She’d gone from zero to eighty like a sports car. Adam’s tongue flicked against her clit and she screamed, trying to clamp her legs together but unable to move. Her torso lifted off the bed, then slammed back down as she contorted and twitched. To be right at the edge so fast was too intense.
She screamed again. “Yes! Please! Don’t stop! Please, Sir!”
When he took her swollen clit between his lips and sucked, she let out the loudest, shrillest scream yet. Dear God. Could the neighbors hear? Who cares? “Ohhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! Shit, please don’t stop!” Her shoulders and hips bucked in alternating rhythm as she catapulted through the air then came shattering to earth again.
She gasped, sucking air into her lungs, panting like a dog on a sweltering day in the desert.
Adam turned off the two vibrators. “Karla, did you come?”
Was he blind and deaf? “Oh, yessss, Sir. I did.”
“Isn’t there something I told you to do?”
Do? “Come three times?”
“And?”
She gasped for much-needed oxygen. Oh! Count! “That was one, Sir.”
“Very good, kitten. Are you ready for the next?”
“Not yet, Sir. I still need to catch my breath.”
He turned on the anal plug first, then quickly followed with the vaginal one. The pain in her clit was excruciating. “I can’t yet, Sir! It’s too sensitive.”
Without saying a word, his tongue flicked against her hard, hyper-sensitive clit. “Owww! Please, Sir. Not yet! It hurts.”
He ignored her and when his teeth clamped onto her clit, her torso started to rise off the bed until the nipple nooses tightened and pulled and the pain there became excruciating, too. She couldn’t reach out to push him off her. Tears wet her eyes and face. “Please, Sir. I can’t take any more!”
His hand reached up and pulled one of the ropes attached to her nipple. Following the rope downward, he flicked her erect, sensitive nipple still suffering from being strung up, and then his thumb and finger rolled the tender peak. Oh dear Lord! The orgasm began to build again, only she didn’t want this one. She tried so hard to evade this assault on her tender flesh, but there was nowhere to go. She reached the precipice and just hung there. As hard as she tried to will herself to tumble over the cliff, release wouldn’t come. She groaned, “I can’t, Sir. Please stop!”
His hand pressed against the object in her anus and her hips bucked, pressing her clit against his teeth and lips. He turned up the speed of the anal vibrator and she hurtled over at last. “I’m coming! Oh, my God! No. Yes!” She bucked against him for an eternity, then collapsed on the bed like a puppet whose strings had been cut.
“Thank God it’s over.” She didn’t feel the euphoria she’d felt before, though. This was painful. Torture. Oh, God. Now she knew what he meant. She would never disobey him again if only he would promise never do this to her again. How could he ruin such a good thing as an orgasm by making it punishment?
He turned off the two devices inside her. “Karla.”
Oh, shit. “Two, Sir.” Jesus. That meant there was still another one to go. She’d never survive another one. Her skin became chilled where sweat had broken out and cooled, sending a shudder through her body. Her blindfold was wet against her face, from a mixture of tears and sweat.
She dreaded the build-up beginning again. How could she possibly be ready to come again? She never wanted to come again—ever. Getting over that crest a third time would be impossible.
Then the vibrators began again, one right after the other, and she whimpered. Nooooo. I can’t do this, Sir. She groaned.
Master Adam pinched her nipples, tongued her clit, pressed hard against the anal vibrator moving it to hit different places in her asshole. She tried to ride the crest again, but as hard as she tried, no sooner did she near the peak than her mind intruded and she could go no further. Frustrated, she released a sob. “I can’t, Sir. Please. Can’t you spank me or something instead?” She hated sounding so whiny.
“That’s enough, kitten.”
Apparently, he hated it, too. Now he was disappointed in her because she couldn’t come on command three times in rapid succession. Her chin quavered and she bit her lip to keep it from showing. She felt pressure against the vibrator in her vagina and its speed increased, jump starting her clit. The anal vibrator increased in speed, too—how many speeds did it have?
“Ready to free your tits, kitten?”
How could he think of that while her pelvic area was vibrating out of control? She shook her head frantically. “No, Sir. I like them tied, thank you.”
He chuckled. She remembered when he’d released her from the clamps before. Leaving the
vibrators doing their thing, he stood and came nearer, reaching down and cupping her left tit. She hissed a breath in and held it, tense and waiting. He lifted her tit and loosened the tautness of the string and began loosening the slipknot.
“Oh, dear Lord!” She screamed and fought the restraints as blood rush back into her nipple. He bent over and sucked the tortured nipple into his mouth, providing counter-pressure and sucking motions to help ease the circulation back into the peak. “Oh, God. Stop! Oh, please, stop! It hurts, Sir.”
She heard a click and the squishy thing on her clit came to life. Her hip bounced in the air, straining the cuffs on her ankles. She half-sobbed, half-laughed with the polar extremes in what her body was feeling, then he reached for the other nipple. Her smile faded immediately.
“Deep breath, kitten. Now.”
He moved the string and extreme pain blasted her nipple. Between the pain in her nipples and the vibrations pulsing through her vagina and anus, she was at the edge, ready to come. Again, it was elusive. She couldn’t get there. He massaged her nipple with his fingers, letting the blood back in more slowly this time. He flattened his tongue against her hard nipple and licked her until her whimpers ceased.
Then she felt him press something soft and squishy against her clit.
“Hang on, kitten. Here it comes.”
No! She wasn’t going to come this time. Why didn’t he give up on her?
Suddenly, the squishy thing began to vibrate directly against her clit and Karla bit down on her lip, tasting iron, not even realizing her teeth were there. “Ohhhh, Ggggggod!” The intensity of the vibrations shot tremors through her body and she went straight to the crest and hovered there only a few seconds, her entire pelvis a mass of quivering flesh. Pain. Pleasure. She didn’t want to come again. No! Yes, she did! She needed the release. Torture! “Stop! Oh, please don’t stop! I’m coming!” The relief of tumbling over at last was dampened by the intense pain she felt on her overused clit. Then the pressure built to a crescendo and spread throughout her. “Oh, God! I’m coming! Shit! Don’t stop! Three, three, three!”
Master Adam laughed. “That’s it, baby tiger. Ride the wave. Ride it for all it’s worth.”
She was his baby tiger. A giggle erupted, bordering on hysteria.
The euphoria plummeted like an out-of-control roller coast and a sob tore from deep inside. Her body began to shake from head to toe and tears filled her eyes, further dampening the blindfold. Were the vibrators still on or was it just her body vibrating like that? Another sensory overload consumed her and she plummeted down to the depths of hell.
“Adam! Turn them off! No more! Please! You promised only three!”
“Aw, fuck. Not again.”
Chapter Fourteen
Adam had never had a submissive drop this fast on him before. Her last subdrop had been emotional, but this had to be primarily physical.
“Hang on, baby. I’ll have you in my arms in a minute.”
Karla’s intense reactions—both positive and negative ones—to their scenes must be her body and mind’s response to all that had happened recently. She’d been through a lot. Or did she just everything at a more intense level than anyone he’d been with before?
He turned off and removed the vibrators and tossed them into the wastebasket until he could clean them later. He unhooked the ankle cuffs, releasing her shaking legs and lowering them to the mattress.
“Ackkkk!” Her anguished scream tore at his gut.
“I can’t stop shaking.”
“I know, baby. It’s temporary.” He reached into the bowl of bite-sized, dark-chocolate bars on the nightstand and unwrapped the foil. He brought it to her lips. “Open your mouth, kitten.” Her jaw remained clenched as her body was wracked with shivers. “Karla. Open. Now.” She fought hard and managed to open enough for him to slip the chocolate inside her mouth. He patted her under the chin. “Good girl. Suck on that, hon. It’ll help, too. You’ll be okay after we have some special time with me holding you awhile.”
He went to the other side of the bed and released her right thigh. The intensity of her orgasms—all four of them—must have overwhelmed her. He didn’t know if she was into pleasuring herself, but she was new to coming with someone else controlling her orgasms, especially when the last few were forced on her.
“Oh, God! Make it stop!”
“I’m sorry, baby. It’ll be better in a minute. Slow deep breaths. I’m going to have you out of these restraints in no time. Promise.” He quickly released her left wrist, then her right and removed the cuffs.
She moaned, biting her lower lip to keep from crying out, then lowering her shaking hands to her abdomen where she clutched them together. “That’s my brave girl.”
She smiled up at him through her quivering lips and he felt something melt deep inside him. So willing to please. So trusting. So giving. After the collar had been removed, he wrapped the comforter around her and scooped her into his arms. “I have you, kitten.” He lifted her off the bed.
“I’m t-t-too heavy!”
“Good lord, woman. You hardly weigh anything. You need to eat more.” He’d see to that—starting tomorrow.
“But your b-b-back!”
“My back is fine. I’m all healed up.” He carried her back to his room and sat in the glider chair, Karla curled in his lap against his chest. She shook to her core. “Shhhh. You’re going to be okay.” He stroked her hair, gently setting the chair in motion with his foot.
Her hand reached up to clutch the front of his vest. “Hold me, Adam.”
“I have you, kitten.” He held her tighter against his body, hoping to infuse some body heat into her. Despite the fireplace in the other bedroom, her temperature had dropped like a rock. She was too thin for one thing.
“Next time, remember to tell me if you feel tingling.”
“I didn’t notice until the end, but I just thought it was n-n-normal. I haven’t been chained to a b-b-bed before, Sir.”
Damn. Was he going to get anything right with her? First the Master/slave fiasco, now he couldn’t even make sure he’d cuffed her to the bed comfortably. It had been a long time since he’d been with Joni. With Grant, well they’d usually just hooked up when he needed sex; both of them had only been interested in a quick fuck. Never in here, though. Karla was the first.
“I’m sorry, S-S-Sir.”
“You have nothing to be sorry about. You did everything perfectly, baby.”
“I c-c-couldn’t c-c-come that last time.”
“But you did. They get harder and harder to reach each time. That’s why it’s called torture. But you came for me. Your Dom is very pleased with how well you’ve done in such a short time.”
A sob tore from her throat that nearly broke his heart. “I want to be good for you. I promise, I won’t say no to you ever again.”
He held her closer, laying his chin on the top of her head. Her body grew heavier and she gave in to sleep. He grinned, doubting Karla would be able to keep that promise. Secretly, he hoped she couldn’t. One of the things he loved most about her was that she could tell him no and be her own person. Once she bounced back from the Master/slave fiasco, he had no doubt she’d be back to her old self again.
Adam sure hoped so. He’d miss the feisty brat he’d come to love.
Love?
No.
Enjoy. Appreciate. Cherish.
Not love.
* * *
Karla waited for the club’s most popular Domme to finish pouring a green martini for a club member. The woman often filled in as bartender at the club and worked as hard as any of the co-owners. Her tall, muscular build made it clear she could take care of herself in any situation. There was a hard edge to her that made most men defer to her strength and control.
I’m not going to kowtow to you, though, even if I am Adam’s sub at the moment.
Damián had told Karla the blonde Marine who had served under Adam in Iraq had shown up at the club about six months before Karla.
She’d wasted no time getting close to Adam. Well, Karla had to admit Grant also was good friends with Damián and Marc, who had served in her unit. But she had a special “friends with benefits” relationship with Adam that Karla didn’t really want to think about.
“Mistress Grant, do you have a minute?” In the club, she had to show respect, but that didn’t mean she would bow to her.
“Sure, Karla.” She smiled as she wiped down the bar. “What can I get you?”
“Nothing. Well, nothing to drink. I’m sorry to bother you, but I need to talk with you about Master Adam.”
The smile left Grant’s face. “What about him?”
Karla could almost feel the hackles go up in the woman, reminding her of the costume night earlier this month in the club when Mistress Grant came dressed as Cat Woman with a malesub Robin kneeling at her feet and licking her over-the-knee stiletto boots. She’d seemed totally bored, though. No spark. No sexual chemistry, like what sizzled between her and Master Adam during their demonstrations.
Maybe trying to have this conversation in between music sets wasn’t a good idea.
Another club regular came up to order a Guinness and Mistress Grant left Karla waiting. She wondered idly what the woman’s first name was; Damián said he had no clue. She was just Grant, one of the guys.
Yeah, right.
Mistress Grant returned to stand in front of her at the end of the bar.
Karla drew a deep breath. “I wonder if we could have lunch or something tomorrow where we can talk more privately, since we’re both pretty busy tonight.”
“I’m not sure there’s anything to talk about. I won’t discuss our private relationship. Was there something else you wanted to know?”
The acknowledgement she had a relationship with Master Adam caused a pain in her chest. Karla looked across the room to where Master Adam was teaching Master Luke to use a Shibari technique on Angie. Master Marc was on an overnight camping expedition tonight and had asked his search-and-rescue partner to escort Angie to the club.
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