English Vice

by Lolita Lopez

  An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication

  www.ellorascave.com

  English Vice

  ISBN 9781419923043

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  English Vice Copyright © 2009 Lolita Lopez

  Edited by Kelli Collins

  Cover art by Syneca

  Electronic book Publication June 2009

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  English Vice

  Lolita Lopez

  Chapter One

  Jas desperately needed to stretch her aching back but the ropes binding her wrists to the far corners of the desk kept her tightly in place. A spreader bar forced her legs wide and hemp rope bound her ankles to the desk’s feet. The tilt of her cherry-red stilettos further enhanced the strain on her lower back, pushing her hips forward, presenting her bare ass for Cy’s appreciation. Beads of sweat followed the curve of her spine.

  With every shift of her weight, the silver fishing weights, dangling from the clamps squeezing her pebbled nipples, jingled against the wooden desktop. A red ball gag stretched her jaw and made it impossible to stop the dribble of saliva from the right corner of her mouth. The black leather straps holding the gag in place bit into her cheeks and chafed her earlobes. In her right hand, she clutched a red handkerchief as a substitute for a safe word.

  The stress of her current position was slowly approaching excruciating and yet she loved every minute of it. Jas lived for Wednesday nights, for the sometimes-overwhelming juxtaposition of pleasure and pain, for Cy’s harsh touch and gentle words. Legs spread wide, body bent over the desk in his home office, Jas was reminded of the first time, that Wednesday morning eight months ago. Despite all the time that had passed, all the encounters they’d shared, Jas still remembered that morning with such vivid clarity her sex oozed with arousal.

  At the sound of Cy’s approaching footsteps, Jas moaned softly. Her clit pulsed in anticipation of his touch. She craved the sensation of his warm skin sliding against hers. Her mind reeled with various scenarios of how their time together might pass. She eyed the various implements spread out on either side of her on the desk. Floggers, canes, rulers, vibrators and more. Would he whip her? Was his violet wand hiding nearby?

  Only that he would reduce her to tears and limp exhaustion was certain.

  Wary, Jas watched Cy skirt the edge of his desk until he stood directly across from her in the space where his desk chair normally sat. At five inches over six feet, Cy towered over her. His broad shoulders filled out his obscenely expensive cotton twill dress shirt, its stark whiteness contrasting against Cy’s tanned skin. For a long moment he stared at her and sipped from the lowball of bourbon clamped in his left hand. Her pulse skipped at the expression of contemplation darkening his slate eyes. Jas recognized that look only too well.

  Cy was trying to decide how best to break her tonight.

  The rocks glass met the desktop with a muted thud. As he held her gaze, Cy took his time rolling up his shirtsleeves, exposing his thick forearms. Jas’ eyes settled on the muscles rippling below the tanned skin. Those weekend rugby matches he loved so much kept him in unbelievable shape. She couldn’t take her eyes off those big, calloused hands either. Just the thought of their roughness against her supple skin made gooseflesh erupt.

  Cy reached into the top drawer of his desk and removed a thick rubber band, a ball of twine and scissors. Her eyes widened suddenly. Jas had learned long ago that Cy could transform even the most mundane objects into implements for his little games.

  He uncurled a length of twine and snipped it free from the ball. With the rubber band stretched around the fingers of his left hand, Cy walked around the desk until he stood behind her. His pelvis bumped against the cleft of her ass, the cloth against her skin a reminder of her vulnerable state. His fingers sifted through the black curls drifting down her back. Ever so carefully, Cy brushed her hair away from her face and gathered it into a high ponytail secured with the rubber band. He lingered behind her, allowing his fingertips to drift along the curve of her ear, the side of her neck. Jas sighed as his hand settled on her shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.

  She inhaled sharply when Cy flicked the fishing weights tugging at her nipples. White-hot quivers shot through her breasts. The obvious discomfort only spurred Cy to continue toying with the weights. Despite the pain, Jas arched into his touch and encouraged his mild torture. The faintest smirk curved Cy’s lips as he gave the fishing weights one final jiggle before slipping one end of the twine through the tiny D-ring attached to the clamp on her right breast. He fed the twine into a space between two of the fishing weights and tied a small knot. Keeping just the smallest amount of slack on the line, Cy pulled the other end of the twine down between her legs and attached it to the underside of the desk. Jas could only guess he’d installed some sort of hooks there.

  Once he’d repeated his actions on her left nipple, Jas quickly adjusted to the tension stretched between her now overly sensitive flesh and the desk. She gingerly tested her range of motion and realized she’d have to remember just how short a leash she was on when the punishments started. Cy just loved putting her in these predicaments. If not for the ball gag, she would have gulped with nervousness. Just what did he have planned for tonight?

  Jas melted into the gentle caress of his warm hands on her back. Her eyelids closed as his palms moved across her skin in wide sweeps. He kneaded her shoulders, pressing his thumbs into the tight muscles, coaxing her into relaxation. One hand drifted lower, down her spine and over the curve of a plump buttock. He squeezed the tender flesh before giving the same cheek a sharp whack with his flattened palm. Jas jumped slightly at the popping sensation.

  Bending over her, Cy pumped his pelvis against her ass. His hand slid around to the front of her throat, his fingers curving around the base. He nibbled her right earlobe. “Is my cunt wet for me?”

  My cunt. His. At the sound of his low, rumbling voice and that oh-so delicious British accent, Jas melted. She shuddered as Cy’s hot breath tickled her ear. When his hand slid along the curve of her hip and dipped between her waxed lips, she moaned. His fingers moved across her clit, heading straight to the opening of her sex. He slipped his longest finger inside her. Jas bucked at the sudden intrusion. The sharp tug on her nipples forced her back into his seeking digit. The pad of his thumb flicked her clit while his finger pumped inside her slick pussy. Even with so little stimulation, Jas found herself approaching climax. Her thigh muscles tightened as she tried to milk every ounce of sensation from Cy’s fingers.

  Cy struck her bottom with his cupped hand and abruptly removed his fingers from her sex. “Not yet, kitten.”

>   Groaning with need, Jas curled her toes against the soles of her shoes. Cy just laughed and began smacking her ass with upward strokes, alternating from cheek to cheek. With each slap of his palm, heat blossomed beneath her skin. Her breaths hitched and stomach flopped with apprehension as he varied the smacks, some light and short, others hard and heavy. Stinging pain invaded her buttocks, dulling with each contact of his palm, flaring and spreading as his hand left her skin and blood rushed back to the site of the hit.

  Jas loved this part of their spanking sessions the most. The newness of the sensations bordered on overwhelming at times. Warmth infiltrated her lower belly. The pain radiating through her bottom seemed to heighten the sharp bite of the clamps on her nipples. Her clit pulsed with every smack. She couldn’t help but wiggle her ass in encouragement, shifting her weight from hip to hip and pressing back against his hand to get the full impact of his strikes.

  Cy landed a particularly loud smack on her right buttock. “Is my little slut enjoying herself?”

  Outside their little games, Jas would have balked at being called such names but now, in the moment, it only increased the excitement. She groaned a distorted “yes” to his question. He responded by spanking her left cheek even harder. Jas yelped as her pussy clenched in response. “More,” she begged through the gag. “More.”

  “More?” Cy’s questioning voice carried an ominous tone. “You want more?”

  “Please.” Jas drug out the word as she pleaded through the rubber ball jammed in her mouth. The metallic clink of a buckle sounded just before the swoosh of leather flying through belt loops met her ears. Jas’ heart raced with a thrill of fear and excitement. He’d never used a belt or strap on her. She anxiously awaited the punishing kiss of a new implement.

  Cy’s hand rested on the small of her back. His fingertips tapped her skin twice. Even in the heat of the moment, he made sure to remind Jas she could stop at any time. If the pain or experience became too much or too frightening, she merely needed to drop the handkerchief. And he wouldn’t care. It was all about consensual safety, always her well-being over the escalation of the scene.

  Even with her gaze fixed forward, Jas sensed Cy’s swinging movement. She flinched a millisecond before the belt curved against the roundness of her derriere. The stunning impact of the leather knocked the breath from her lungs. Cy’s free hand ghosted across her ass as if to smooth away the sting before he popped her again. The second impact jarred her less but felt even more intense. Prickly heat bubbled to the surface of her skin as the belt licked her buttocks, sometimes on the very bottom of the curve and sometimes right across the fleshy middle.

  Each lashing of the belt sent shockwaves racing through her belly and clit. Slippery juices dripped from her sex and slid down her inner thighs. Before he’d introduced her to spankings, Jas had never imagined the immense pleasure one could derive from a little smack. Now it was all she could do not to explode with an orgasm as he worked over her ass with the belt. Her cries echoed in the office, ricocheting off the walls with the snap of the leather. Cy’s free hand drifted up and down her back with reassuring caresses even as his other hand wielded the belt with such ferocity. Pleasure. Pain.

  The belt dropped to the floor with a noisy clang. Jas shook as endorphins raced through her system. She fought to catch her breath. Her cunt pulsed and ached. Lips on her shoulder, Cy slipped a hand between her thighs and toyed with her swollen nub, rolling it between his now-slick fingers and massaging it in tight circles. Jas panted and groaned. She was close, so close…

  Cy tugged on the strings attached to her nipple clamps.

  The shock of unexpected discomfort pulled her back from the precipice of her orgasm. She howled with disappointment. The ache between her thighs had increased to a painful throb. Part of her silently cursed Cy’s sadistic tendencies. A quieter voice within her mind thanked him. To hover there, just there, on the point of coming for an extended period was excruciating and more pleasurable than she could ever describe. Ecstasy was the closest word she could find but even that didn’t quite do her current predicament justice.

  Jas felt the tension in her jaw lessen as Cy unbuckled the gag’s closure. She gingerly stretched her lips and jaws. Cy removed the ball from her mouth and sponged at her lips and chin with a small white towel. Before she could even thank him, he turned her face forward and picked up a rattan cane.

  The bottom dropped from Jas’ stomach. Only once before had he attempted the use of a cane on her. She’d lasted two whacks before crumpling in a sobbing heap. Tonight Jas was determined to do better. She tightly squeezed the handkerchief in her hand, refusing to give in too soon. Desperate for his approval, she would withstand whatever he gave.

  Cy’s hand kneaded her hot derriere, loosening the tense muscles beneath his palm. The sensation of massage on her sensitive buttocks made her breath come in tiny gasps until she adjusted to the tingling ache. His finger traced her lower spine right down into the cleft of her ass, as if to remind himself of the position of her tailbone. That he took the time to ensure her safety again eased Jas’ mild panic over the imminent pain.

  The rounded tip of the cane tapped across her fleshy backside, eliciting shivers up her spine. With each butterfly-soft tap, Jas tensed in anticipation of a real blow. Cy seemed to enjoy toying with her, ratcheting up her anxiety and thus her response to the eventual full swing. A slightly harder swat impacted her left cheek. Jas expected the follow-up to be even harder but, to her surprise, it was so light she barely felt the weight of the cane pressing into her ass.

  Without warning, Cy snapped the cane across her buttocks. Jas sucked in a stunned breath as the sting of the impact filtered across her backside. The second impact followed the same level of intensity but the third was much lighter. Jas quickly realized there would be no predicting the blows.

  And that was exactly why she submitted to him like this. For an hour or two every week, Jas surrendered her controlling nature to his dominant one. The blissful respite of being completely at the mercy of someone else’s whims invigorated her, made it easier for her to return to the mentally demanding aspects of her work and her life. She’d yearned for this kind of freedom for so long, and Cy was more than willing to provide it.

  With a deep breath, she consciously gave her trust to Cy. He seemed to understand her silent communication of full trust and acceptance and began the caning in earnest. The cane kissed her cheeks with varied intensity and rhythm. Double taps, single blows, butterfly kisses and even a few sharp snaps against her sweet spots, those extra-sensitive fleshy sections on either side of her cleft, just above the meeting of buttock and thigh. The rattan whacks reverberated through her lower body, sending delicious vibrations through her tingling body.

  As the endorphins flooded her bloodstream, Jas found it difficult to concentrate. She entered a hazy mental space where pain and pleasure intermingled like a heady, mind-numbing drug. Her mind seemed unable to process the overload of emotions and signals. Jas breathed deep and low as the warmth of the caning invaded her entire body. She didn’t even notice Cy picking up the wandlike vibrator topped with a tennis-ball-sized vibrating sphere. Only the vibrations against her jumping clit shocked her from her stupor. “Unnnhhh!”

  “You’re going to come for me,” Cy ordered in between cane blows.

  “I can’t.” Jas doubted her hyperstimulated body could comply.

  “Can’t?” Cy pressed the vibrating ball firmly against her clit. “If you don’t come before I count to ten, I’m going to give you an extra fifteen swats.”

  “Oh god,” Jas whimpered pitifully.

  “One…”

  Jas focused on the vibrations filtering through her clit. The intensity of the orgasm threatening to crash down over her was frightening. Jas realized there was no other choice but to give in completely to the orgasm coiling tightly in her lower belly. Every smack of the cane heightened the sensations of the vibrator.

  “Four, five…”

  Knees tr
embling, arms flexing, Jas shuddered as wave after wave of tiny foreshocks shook her core. Suddenly, Cy flicked the switch on the vibrator’s handle to the highest speed. The intense buzz busted right through the wall blocking her orgasm. With a ragged growl, Jas came so hard she feared blacking out. Her body tensed and relaxed with such vigor she found it difficult to inhale a single breath. Without a care for the strings attached to her nipple clamps, she rocked and bucked as the cane continued its incessant smacks and the vibrator hummed against her clit. Just as the first orgasm ended, a second quickly overtook her, peaking with such intensity Jas felt as if her entire body were just one huge erogenous organ. Over and over, she came until the sobs and tears of complete exhaustion rendered her speechless.

  The cane clattered onto the desktop. The vibrator followed. Jas sagged against the desk, at risk of losing her ability to stay upright. Cy was behind her in an instant, bracing her body with his own as he quickly cut the various ropes and strings binding her to the desk. The spreader bar was removed and cast aside. He swept her into his arms and gently deposited her onto the nearby armless chaise draped in a sheet. She whimpered as her bruised bottom touched the cloth. Her joints throbbed from their extended stretched positions.

  Cy moved between her legs and cupped her face. He brushed the tears from her cheeks and leaned over her. Lowering his mouth, Cy claimed her lips in a sensual kiss. As he kissed away her pain and slowly brought her down from unnerving heights of such ecstasy, his hands expertly removed the clamps sandwiching her poor nipples. She yelped as the blood rushed back to the deprived vessels. His kisses drifted down her chin and along her neck and collarbones. With broad licks, Cy eased the pulsing ache of her red nipples. Jas lost herself in the hypnotic suckling.

  In one swift movement Cy flipped Jas onto her belly. She hissed as her breasts rubbed against the sheet and quickly folded her arms beneath her chin, elevating her head and breasts just enough to ease the friction. Behind her, Cy returned to the desk and grabbed a towel and a tube of ointment. Jas didn’t bother sneaking a peek at her derriere. She could imagine the welts and bruises already forming.