by Kelly Alexis
"Stand up straight," he ordered. "I didn't tell you to relax."
She responded obediently, but he could tell he was getting a reaction from the clamps. He couldn't resist touching her, so he let his fingertips trail around the warm flesh of her breasts. Her skin was even softer than he'd imagined. Every time he passed one of the charms, he would give it a little tug and leave it swaying, gently pulling on her nipples.
He noticed she was squeezing her thighs together and biting her lower lip. He wasn't sure if it was fear or desire. Either way, it turned him on. He decided it was time to move to the next step.
"Take off your panties."
She leaned over and pushed her black thong off her hips. It slid down her legs and she stepped out, kicking it and her dress to the side in the process. She stood before him, her back rigid, totally naked except for the black leather collar, smoking hot red stilettos and diamond studs sparkling in her ears. There was something very brave about her, even though she was completely vulnerable.
He went to the cabinet and searched through the drawers until he found what he was looking for. He returned to her with a red bullet-shaped vibrator. He held it up to show her then turned it on. It hummed in his hand as he sat on the side of the bed. "Come here, sub."
She pivoted and stopped directly in front of him.
"Spread your legs."
She moved one foot to the side and waited, her gaze focused on the plastic device in his hand. He touched the vibrator to her chest and circled her nipples before easing it between her breasts. He thrust it up and down in a suggestive movement that his body ached to mimic. The motion of the device caused her flesh to vibrate and sent the little charms into jerky motion.
Her eyelids squeezed closed, and he wondered what she was feeling at that moment. Her blank expression hid it all from him. Was she enjoying this? Or was she simply too dense to know what was going on? Adam didn't have high hopes for her keeping his interest past the first couple of fucks. Maybe three or four, he amended as his gaze swept her body again.
He dragged the curved tip down her torso until he let it slide between her legs. She gasped but didn't move as he let the vibrator nudge its way between her folds. As the little machine focused on her clit, her breathing increased. Adam watched her closely as a flush rose to her cheeks and she struggled for control. "What are you feeling?"
"It…it feels…good," she stammered, barely able to focus her thoughts.
He wiggled the vibrator, letting it tease the opening of her vagina. Her knees bent, automatically allowing him greater access and he obliged by sliding the vibrator inside. She blinked rapidly, trying desperately not to give in, but then he began moving it in and out, making sure her clit was constantly being stimulated.
"What do you want, sub?" he asked. "Tell me."
"I…want…to…climax," she gritted out through clenched teeth.
Adam was surprised at how much pleasure he was getting out of watching her. He could tell she was getting close, and she was using every ounce of her self-control to hold off.
Perversely, he pulled the vibrator away from her and turned it off. Her eyelids flew open, and she dared to look up in dismay. He could see the disappointment in her eyes. "Not yet," he told her. One by one, he squeezed open the nipple clips and removed them.
Her fingers moved up to rub her red, swollen nipples.
"Lower your hands," he told her.
Reluctantly, she dropped her hands to her sides.
He didn't mean to, but he couldn't resist. Slowly, he leaned forward and laved his tongue around first one nipple, then the other. He leaned back long enough to admire them, shining wetly, like crimson pebbles on the edge of a stream. He reached behind her and closed his hands around her ass and pulled her closer. From his position on the bed, her breasts were at the perfect height.
She tasted delicious, and he wanted more. His mouth closed around one tip, and he sucked it in long, lazy draws. With each pull, her ass muscles tightened and her pelvis thrust forward. As he continued, moving back and forth between her breasts, he heard a moan escape her tight lips, even though she tried to hide it.
Suddenly, he wanted to see her expression while she orgasmed. He reached next to him on the bed and retrieved the vibrator. Without removing his lips from her breasts, he turned the small cylinder on and eased it back between her legs. She shifted to accommodate it, and he slid it inside her.
"King…may…I?" The words were whispered, pleading, desperate.
"Come," he ordered.
And she did. With a scream of release, he felt her muscles contract around the vibrator, grabbing it and holding it firmly inside her while her hot juices flowed over his hand. The whole time, he watched her face transform from stiffly controlled to complete bliss then relax to gentle peace. Her knees weakened, and she grabbed onto his shoulders for support. But as the sensations subsided, she realized her unauthorized position and struggled to stand again.
Adam switched off the vibrator and tossed it onto the comforter. He stood and walked to the end of the bed. "Come, stand in front of me, sub."
Still shaken by her orgasm, she moved in front of him.
"Undress me," he told her.
Her gaze fluttered over him as if she was afraid to touch him.
He reached out, caught her leash and slapped the handle across her bare ass. She jumped, suddenly jerked out of her sexual stupor. "Now!"
She stepped closer and reached up to remove his suit coat. She turned and hung it on the back of a chair, then started unbuttoning his shirt, focusing intently on her task as her fingers released each pearl circle from its hole. When she got to his waist, she hesitated, then pulled the shirttails out so she could continue. She turned her attention to the buttons on his cuffs, then she reached up to pull it off his shoulders. She laid it on the same chair and turned back to him.
For a moment, her gaze swept over his chest, and he felt it as powerfully as if she had touched him. His gut sucked in in an involuntary response to the approval in her eyes.
She dropped to her knees and untied his shoes then lifted his feet, one at a time, to ease his black oxfords off. She repeated the action to remove his socks, then she stood up again. Her fingers reached for his buckle and paused in mid-air as if she had to steel herself for the rest of the task.
"What's the delay, sub? I told you to undress me."
"Yes, Sir." She unbuckled his belt then released the snap. The sound of his zipper lowering was ridiculously loud in the quiet room. His pants fell to the floor with a thud and a jingle. But she apparently didn't notice as her gaze zeroed in on the huge bulge in his boxer briefs.
He observed her focus and smiled. "See how much you please me, sub?"
She tore her gaze away and studied his chest.
Again, he slapped the leash across her rounded rump. "You haven't finished the job."
She swallowed nervously then hooked her thumbs in his underwear and slowly pulled it down. It caught on his swollen cock, and she had to pull the elastic out enough to clear it, then she continued to pull them down until they were past his knees. They fell to the floor, and Adam stepped out of them and his slacks.
She kept her head bowed, but he caught her sneaking looks at his manhood, which only served to excite him even more.
"On your knees, sub," he commanded.
She obeyed.
His cock was now eye level, and she didn't even pretend not to look at it. Her gaze openly studied his male genitalia, and the small smile on her lips assured him that she was not disappointed. He realized, with surprise, how important her approval was. He hadn't given a rat's ass what all the other females in his life thought about his package. But, somehow, he wanted this woman to be impressed. After all, this was all about sex, and he didn't want it to be a bad experience.
All the excitement of the last hour overcame his desire to hold off his own satisfaction. His cock throbbed for release, and the ache in his balls overrode his plans to keep his distance.
Chapter 4
He didn't recognize her! As soon as he opened the door, she'd known exactly who he was, but the fucker didn't recognize her.
Whitney had been tempted to slap his handsome face and stalk away, but she had paid a lot of money for this weekend and this experience. How many other opportunities would she have to explore the Dom/sub world?
She was struck by the knowledge that the renowned and highly respected Dr. King was a secret Dom. Did he slip away every weekend to play with women eager to worship at the King's feet, among other things? She'd love to leak that humiliating tidbit out, but then everyone would also find out her part in the weekend's activities. And that simply wasn't an option.
Normally, she would never spread gossip, but she had an old grudge against Dr. King. Well, not exactly old. Only four months ago, the staff of the medical center where she worked in Galveston had a combined Halloween party with the main campus hospital/research center where Adam worked in Houston. Whitney hadn't dressed in a costume since she was ten, but since it had been for a charity she supported, she had put together something appropriate. She felt much more comfortable in a blue gingham dress with a crisp white pinafore and a curly blonde wig than she would have if she had dressed like a sexy devil or a half-naked maid.
It had been a spectacular affair at a convention center in Kemah, next to Clear Lake. The hotel had been elaborately decorated with spider webs and lots of dry ice. There was an open bar, an expansive buffet, and speakers that weren't stupefyingly boring. The band kept everyone on their feet, and at some point, she found herself dancing with the best-looking man she'd ever met, or at least what she could see that wasn't covered by a black satin mask across his eyes.
But, oh, those eyes were stunning. A brilliant shade of blue, they seemed to pierce through her, holding her captive in their force field. He was tall, dark, and handsome, a cliché reinforced by his all-black Zorro outfit. Tight pants, a blousy shirt, open halfway to reveal a tanned, muscular chest, and shiny, knee-high boots emphasized his physique to perfection. The long, scarlet-lined cape that swirled around them added to the drama.
He was charming and funny but, clearly, a little inebriated. She, too, had drunk way more cocktails than normal. But she could still remember as clearly as if it was yesterday the way his electric blue eyes had twinkled when he looked at her and the sexy curve of his full, masculine mouth when he smiled. His tobacco-brown hair was rumpled as if he'd combed it back with his fingers when the longish locks had fallen across his forehead.
Even though their identities were hidden, she had known right away it was Dr. Adam King. She had seen him in the hallway during her last visit to the Houston facility, and even though they never actually met, she'd followed his career and had always had a bit of a crush on him. She'd heard he was a little rough around the edges, but she admired his brilliance and dedication to science, a passion she shared. He had spent much of the last ten years researching Alzheimer's. The rumor was that his grandmother had died from the disease when he was in college, but Dr. King was an enigma. No one really knew anything personal about him.
Somehow, she and Zorro had ended up in one of the break-out rooms down the hall. He hadn't even bothered taking off his cape. But she hadn't cared. His kisses sparked fires in her body she'd never felt before. At that moment, all she wanted was for him to ease the ache inside her.
He'd hiked her dress and petticoats up over her hips and pulled her panties off with practiced flair. His big hands almost spanned her waist as he lifted her onto a table. She watched impatiently as he unfastened his black slacks and pushed them and his underwear down in one smooth stroke. When he stood, her eyes focused on his huge cock as it jutted upward.
"Where have you been all my life?" he murmured as he approached her and cradled her face in his hands. His kiss was hungry and excited her down to her toes. He pushed down the gathered top of her dress and suckled her breasts with an urgency that made her wild with desire. When he finally pulled her hips forward to the edge of the table, she could feel her pulse throbbing in her clit. He bent and pulled a condom out of his pocket and she watched, fascinated, as he rolled it down his impressive length.
Her first sexual encounter had been in a dark dorm room while she was in college. The boy had been as inexperienced as she was, and the whole thing had been quick and painful. She hadn't even seen his penis, but except for the piercing of her hymen, she'd barely felt him inside her. She had no doubt that wouldn't be the case with Dr. King.
He moved closer, and with one hand on her breast and the other on her ass, pulling her toward him, she felt the tip of his cock at the mouth of her vagina. He eased it in slowly, savoring the sensation of her wetness and warmth that welcomed him. She spread her legs wider, opening herself up for him as he continued his entry into her most private place. After he buried himself as deeply inside as he could, he withdrew and thrust in again, starting gently, but gaining speed with every push until he was pounding against her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her ass lifted off the table top.
Suddenly, he pinched her nipple, and she felt the explosion of her first orgasm rip through her. His ragged cry in her ear pushed her even farther as she felt the pulse of his cock pumping into her. They collapsed back on the table, gasping for breath. When their heartbeats returned to normal, he stood and stripped off the condom, tied it and tossed it in a nearby trashcan before pulling up his shorts and pants and buckling his belt.
"By the way, I'm Adam. What's your name?" he asked as he tucked in his shirt tails.
"I'm Whitney. It's nice to meet you, Adam." She laughed.
He dropped another kiss on her lips before picking up his sword from the floor. With a swoosh of the rubber blade, he slashed a W in the air and said in an exaggerated Spanish accent, "Be careful, senorita. There are dangerous men about."
"Well, if you see one, be sure to point him out," she shot back with a smile, matching his film quote.
His dark eyebrows lifted above his mask. "Ah, you are a fan." He did a low bow, and with a twirl of his cape, he was gone.
Whitney sat there for a full minute before she tugged the top of her dress up to cover her breasts, then slid off the table. It took her several seconds to find her panties where he had tossed them across the room. She put them on and pulled her skirt back into place, smoothing it over the starched petticoats. She made sure her wig with its large bow was in place, and she looked around for her shepherd's staff, finally finding it under the table.
Yes, she was definitely a fan. Her body still tingled as if she had just let go of an electric wire. She was sure it was the beginning of a beautiful relationship. After all, Houston was only a little over an hour away. She loved working with the children in the Galveston hospital, but she and the wonderful Dr. King could work something out. Surely, a passion like theirs could resolve such minor issues as location.
She'd left the room with a happy heart and a very satisfied pussy. She looked around the ballroom and saw Adam in a group of people across the room. He had his arm around a very attractive blonde dressed as Miss America in a bikini and ribbon sash, but Whitney dismissed it as being friendship between associates. She wasn't worried. She'd just had the best sex of her life. Surely, that meant something to him, too.
She'd waited for his call. A day. A week. A month. Maybe something had happened to him. What if he'd gotten into a car wreck or a plane crash or some other catastrophe? She'd made a few discreet calls to the Houston facility and discovered the evasive Dr. King was alive and well.
Whitney didn't know whether to be relieved or royally pissed.
After another month, there was no doubt. She was royally pissed.
So, when faced with him in the doorway as the Dom in her fantasy weekend, her anger flared. But the memory in the back of her mind of the powerful sex between them, along with Blake's words in her ear about giving in to the experience one hundred percent caused her
to step inside. She'd paid good money to be here, and perhaps it would even be easier if it was with someone who wasn't a total stranger. She knew what he felt like inside her. And, if she was being honest with herself, she wanted more.
Now, almost completely naked, on her knees in front of him with his dick an inch in front of her nose, she couldn't believe he didn't recognize her. Sure, she'd been dressed like Little Bo Peep at their last meeting, but hadn't she made some sort of impression on him? Apparently, not much of one. Or maybe he was just role playing.
In spite of her renewed anger that he hadn't called, she wanted this game to continue. She wanted to taste him. It was strangely exciting to have his bold gaze look at her breasts and her pussy with open lust. The collar around her neck made her feel subservient, dependent upon his every wish and whim. That, too, was surprisingly stimulating. So far, nothing he had done to her had hurt, well, the nipple clamps had pinched a little, but eventually, they had created new sensations, especially when the little charms had been swinging, tugging on her sensitive buds.
She looked at his firm red tip staring at her with its single, unblinking eye. Her mouth salivated in expectation, and she leaned forward and slid her lips over his rigid cock. The skin was as soft as velvet and slightly loose over the shaft that was rock hard. She wrapped her hand around the thick root and buried her fingers in his bed of dark curly hair. She held him firm and still and let the movement of her mouth on his flesh provide all the action. Her tongue followed the engorged vein running down the outside of his penis, applying extra pressure to that sensitive area.
His hand cupped the back of her skull, encouraging her to continue. She moved slowly at first, teasing his cock with her lips and her tongue. His dick grew even harder until the skin was so tight, it barely moved. Whitney paid special attention to the taut area beneath his jutting head until she heard him moan. His hand tightened, holding her in place. His heavy balls slapped against her chin until they tightened, seconds before a rush of his hot fluid filled her mouth.