by Kelly Alexis
"No," he answered.
"Good. Relax and enjoy." She started at his neck and lightly stroked the fluffy fronds around his ears and under his chin. She trailed it down his chest in wide zigzags that went from armpit to armpit.
He flinched every time she hit the charms on the nipple clamps, but from the size of his penis, he had to admit that he didn't hate it. He could feel his pulse deep in his groin, pumping blood into his already engorged cock.
By the time the feather had made its way to his stomach, he was starting to ache. This woman was driving him crazy, but not in a bad way. He felt the light brush of the plume over his shaft, and he thought he was going to explode. Then she moved it down to his balls, and they tightened in response. Oh, God, he was going to come.
Suddenly, the feather lifted. His eyelids flew open. He wanted to beg her to continue. He needed release from the pressure building inside.
Instead, he saw her climb up on the bed and straddle him on all fours. Her breasts, no longer bound by the leather straps, hung over his face.
"Suck my tits," she commanded. "And if you do a good job, I'll take care of your boner."
At that point, he would have done anything to get his rocks off, but sucking her boobs was definitely punishment he would enjoy. She lowered her torso enough so that one nipple touched his lips. He opened his mouth and thoroughly wet the pink tip with his tongue before closing his lips around it. Long, slow sucks that he could tell were turning her on as the nipple grew and hardened in his mouth. He kept sucking and licking until he heard a low, guttural moan escape from her. He moved his head and captured her other nipple. He wished he had a free hand, but he knew without checking that she would be dripping wet by now. She was the most responsive woman he'd ever been with.
His cock had never been larger. He wouldn't admit it to her, especially now, while she had him tied up, but no other woman had ever affected him like this. He enjoyed making her scream with pleasure as much as he enjoyed fucking her brains out.
She sat up, pulling her nipple out of his mouth with a pop. His gaze focused on that bright cherry bud, shining wetly. But his attention was quickly drawn to the fact that she had moved aside the leather straps near her groin and was centering her vagina over his very erect penis.
He tensed, waiting for that mind-blowing sensation of feeling her velvety warmth hug his cock. He strained his pelvis upward, trying to speed it up, but she lifted her hips so his paradise was just out of reach.
"Does this feel good?"
"God, yes. Fuck me."
"So, domination can feel good without being cruel?"
"Not fucking me right now is cruel," he cried, throwing out all the last vestiges of pride.
"I loved the sex part and even being your sub, most of the time." She shook her head. "But the humiliation, not so much."
"Jeez, do we have to talk about this right this minute?" He pushed upward, and the round end of his cock barely made it inside her before she pulled away.
She leaned forward until he could feel her breath on his face as she said, "It's not so bad not being in control all the time, is it?"
He didn't think it was the time to get all philosophical, but he agreed that letting her take the lead felt pretty damn good. "Yes, Mistress," he admitted.
He was rewarded with a satisfied smile, but more importantly, she sat up and eased her vagina down on his very eager shaft. He focused on her face as she rode him like a race horse, up and down, grinding backward and forward. She picked up the whip and lashed it gently behind her, stinging his balls as the leather strips wrapped around them.
"Fuck me, sub," she ordered, whipping him again.
He couldn't have stopped even if he wanted to, and he definitely didn't want to. "Lean over," he told her.
To his surprise, she obeyed, and their mouths locked in a savagely passionate kiss. It was the spark that set off the dynamite inside her, because she arched her back and screamed. He could feel the orgasm roaring through her as her vagina rippled and stroked his cock. Just as he felt his balls tighten and the heat rise, she ripped the clamps off his nipples. It was as if he'd stuck his finger in a light socket. He thrust upward and froze as his ejaculation pumped out with more force that he'd ever felt. Fireworks and explosions went off in his head with such intensity that he might have blacked out for a few seconds.
He became aware that they were locked in place. She was sitting on his groin, and his cock was still buried inside her. He had never felt anything as powerful as the climax that ripped through him, and it had all been with him at her mercy.
"Am I your Domme?" she asked, a little breathlessly.
"Yes, ma'am. I will do whatever you say."
Chapter 9
"I thought we'd get cleaned up before our next adventure," Whitney said as she sat up on her knees and abruptly ended their physical connection.
"Next adventure?" he echoed, but his voice was less worried and more enthusiastic than an hour or so ago.
"Are you ready to trust me?"
"Maybe."
She slapped the whip across his thighs, narrowly missing his genitals. "Wrong answer."
"Uh, yes, Mistress."
She clipped his leash on and freed his legs and arms. Adam rubbed his ankles and wrists where his thrashing about had left them bruised. Whitney hopped off the bed and led him to the bathroom, where she hooked the handle of the leash over a hook by the tub, then turned on the faucets.
As she waited for the tub to fill, she unbuckled the straps she was wearing and let her outfit fall to the floor. His gaze never left her. Nor did he try to escape or take over. He seemed content to watch and wait for her next move.
When the water rose over the jets, she turned them on. "Get in," she told him, and he eagerly complied.
Whitney stepped in and sat at the opposite end. After turning off the water, she handed the sponge and soap to him, placed her arms on the edge and slid down until the water was up to her neck.
Her intent was obvious, and Adam didn't wait to be told what to do. He rubbed soap onto the sponge until it was sudsy, then he stood on his knees and leaned toward her. More tenderly than she would have thought possible from him, he ran the sponge over her arms, shoulders, breasts, and stomach. He lifted her right leg and washed all that was out of the water. He washed her foot and massaged it with his strong fingers.
She'd never had any man massage her feet, and it was amazingly sensual. She rested her head on the rim of the tub and closed her eyes. It felt wonderful to be taken care of with such kindness. He returned her right leg to the water and picked up her left one, repeating the wash/massage process. Once that foot, too, was returned to the water, he slid the cloth down the inside of her leg and rubbed it over her pussy. At some point, the sponge floated to the surface of the water while his fingers continued probing beyond any pretense of washing her.
"You have an amazing pussy, Mistress," he said when he finally sat back on his end of the tub.
She smiled. "Thank you, sub. Your nipples look like they had fun. How's your dick?"
"I'll let you know." He began to clean all his real estate under the water's surface. He grimaced when the rough sponge raked over his overly sensitive nipples. Whitney remembered the feeling well, but it had been worth the temporary pain. The second they were released from the clamps had brought a rush of sensations like she had never felt. She could tell by the crooked grin on his face that he was sharing her thoughts.
He did frown when he pulled the wax off his chest, taking clumps of hair with it.
"You were supposed to have all that shaved," she reminded him, not trying to hide her amusement.
"I didn't think they were serious."
She shrugged. "I'm glad you didn't. You have just the right amount of hair. It's very sexy."
"You think I'm sexy?" he teased.
"You not supposed to be speaking," she reminded him. But she kind of liked the bare W that would be on his chest for months to come. Wait until he tried t
o explain that to his next date.
When they were both clean, he leaned back and met her gaze. "If I may speak, Mistress, what's next?"
She smiled. "Actually, just before you woke this morning, I was reading about the two closets in the Master Suite."
"Closets?"
"Typical man. Never reads the directions. One has the letter D on it, and the other S."
"Closets?" He clearly didn't see how that mattered in the scheme of things.
"It seems that the S is for submissive, and it looks like it will be a lot of fun. Maybe, we'll try the D closet later. I didn't have time to watch the training video, but I think we can figure it out."
"There's a training video?"
"I told you, sub, you can trust me."
Adam grinned. He looked down at his chest. "Okay, so it's a W. Are you going to tell me your name now?"
"I'm still hoping you'll remember." It stung that even after all her hints, he had no memory of the night that had made such an impression on her. Apparently, it had meant nothing to him.
Whitney stepped out of the tub and dried herself with a large red plush towel. She tugged on his leash. "Out, sub. Dry yourself off. I'll be right back."
He climbed out of the tub and took a clean towel off the rack as she walked out of the room. She returned a minute later wearing nothing but her red stilettos and a black, glitter and lace mask that covered the top half of her face. She held out a matching, but plain, black leather version to him.
"What's this?"
"Your mask, of course. Put it on."
"Yes, Mistress," he answered, and he gamely snapped the elastic around his head and settled the mask so he could see out the eye holes.
Whitney was struck by how exotic and exciting he looked wearing just the mask. It made his eyes look even bluer and more intense, just like the night he was Zorro. She let her gaze boldly sweep his magnificent body. Tanned and muscular, he was all man. A white strip from his waist to mid-thigh where no sun had reached only served to accentuate the mat of dark curls, the heavy balls and remarkable cock. What a shame all that was hidden under a lab coat most of the time. "Follow me, sub."
"Yes, Mistress."
She took his leash and led him to a wall on the other side of the bed. As she had said, there were two doors, one with a big shiny gold D on it and another with an S. She opened that door and revealed a shallow cage with metal bars embedded in the wall. There was a door in the front with a medieval-looking lock and skeleton key holding it shut. She turned the key and the door swung open with a loud creak.
Adam's expression was skeptical, but when she told him to step inside, he did it without argument.
"Raise your hands," she told him, and when he did, she slipped them through velvet loops that were attached to a short metal bar across the top of the cage.
"Good job, sub." She backed up, closed the door and locked it. She retrieved the whip from the bed and lashed it lazily against the bars that absorbed the brunt of the blow. Just the ends of the leather strips made it through to his skin, and by the softness of the impact, it was more of a teaser than a punishment. She let the soft strips trickle over his cock that was jutting between the bars. Another gentle lash brought it to full erection.
"You have no idea how sexy you look right now," she told him.
"How sexy?" he asked, and his eyes sparkled dangerously through the mask. "Show me…please."
"Are you asking as a sub?"
"I'm begging as a man who has a permanent erection around you."
She grasped the bars and pressed her face against them, and he leaned forward to return her kiss. Her tongue invaded his mouth and danced with his before she sucked it into her own.
Whitney knelt in front of the cage. It was barely deep enough to hold his broad body. His shoulders and ass were against the back wall and the bars were pressed against his skin in the front. Only his dick and his balls were protruding beyond the bars, and she filled her hands with the loose globes. They rolled around in their fleshy sacks, and on impulse, she drew one into her mouth.
Adam gasped, and she felt his penis swell against her forehead.
"Permission to speak, Mistress," he murmured. He didn't wait for her answer since her mouth was quite busy. "That feels fucking amazing."
She continued to lick and suck his balls, switching from one to the other until she could no longer resist. She turned her attention to his cock, lapping along its length until she reached the bare swollen head. She took it into her mouth and swallowed it as deeply as she could. He quivered and groaned.
"Please let me out. I want to make love to you…now." His voice was low and gravelly as if the words were wrenched out of his constricted throat.
Her hand trembled as she unlocked the lock then stood to release his hands. They fell together onto the thick carpet, their mouths moving together frantically as his cock sunk itself into her feminine cave. They were both seriously aroused, and it took them less than a minute to cry out in a simultaneous orgasm that left them both panting and sweaty on the floor. Instead of moving away, they stayed in the circle of each other's arms in a moment of unexpected intimacy.
"I don't know about you, but I'm starving," she said, moments later, after she had recovered the power of speech.
"Yes, Mistress."
She rolled on her side so she was looking directly in his eyes. She slipped off her mask and removed his. "I don't know about you, but I think we've proven our point. Let's start over as equals."
He propped his head up on his hand, braced by his elbow. That ridiculously sexy grin stretched his lips. "That sounds good to me. But I need to know your name. I promise I'll never forget it again."
She was confident he wouldn't. "My name is Whitney."
Chapter 10
"Ah, it was a W."
She glanced down at his chest that was missing a patch of hair where the W had been. "All you have to do is look down to remember it."
He glanced down, but his gaze dropped lower, to his now sleeping dick. "I think you're right."
She laughed and sat up. "Do you want to get dressed and go downstairs or call room service?"
"I vote for room service. I'm enjoying the view too much to have you cover it up." He bounded to his feet and held out his hand. She took it and allowed him to pull her up and against him. He looked down into her eyes with total sincerity and said, "I'm very sorry for not remembering you, Whitney. Sometimes, I'm an asshole. Ask anyone."
She grinned. "I know."
He leaned down and kissed her before pulling her with him to the living room.
Together, they looked at the room service menu and made their selections.
"Want to share some chicken wings?" he asked. She relayed her story about working for the fast food restaurant, and he nodded. "So, that's why you didn't eat your dinner last night?"
"I kind of got burned out on chicken."
"Again, I'm sorry about last night. I was an—"
"Asshole," she finished for him. "Yesterday sucked and not in a good way."
He took her hand and turned it over before kissing her palm with great tenderness. "I will never do that to you again." His eyes twinkled. "Unless you ask for it."
"The same for you."
"Hang on to those nipple clips. Give me a few days, and I'll be up for another round."
He picked up the phone and placed their order. Several minutes later, when the bell rang, he jumped up. "I think it's my turn to retrieve the cart."
"And to give the audience in the hallway a show. Wiggle your dick a little for them."
"Nah, I'm saving that for you," he answered with a chuckle. He walked to the door and leaned into the hallway. Seconds later, he returned with a loaded chart. "Everyone must be at dinner," he commented as he started transferring the covered dishes to the table. "There was no one out there but me."
"Their loss," Whitney teased. She stood and helped him set the table. When everything was ready, the covers removed, and her wine po
ured, they sat down to enjoy their T-bones and baked potatoes. Also, on their tray was a vase with a single, perfect scarlet rose and tiny red cut-out hearts that were sprinkled on the white tablecloth under the plates.
"Today must be Valentine's Day," she commented. "You should be with someone special."
He took the rose out of the vase, broke off part of the stem and stuck it into her hair above her ear. "I am," he said. "It's a holiday I usually avoid, but I'm glad I'm spending it with you."
She lifted her wine glass. "To the best V-Day ever."
He clicked his glass of straight Red Bull against hers. "In so many ways."
Their gazes locked, and they drank in agreement. Whitney doubted there would ever be one that came close.
They laughed and talked as they worked their way through the courses. He even shared stories about his grandmother with her. He tried over and over to get her to talk about her background, but she would smoothly change the subject.
"Let's eat our dessert in the hot tub," Adam suggested.
"Is that figurative, or are you really talking about the cheesecake?"
He chuckled. "You're incorrigible. I meant the cheesecake. My dick needs time to recover."
They carried their dessert and drinks to the hot tub on the deck. It was total decadence to be submerged in the hot bubbling water while looking out the window at the twinkling lights of Aspen in the distance and sharing a huge slice of cheesecake dripping with raspberry sauce.
Adam's gaze focused on her breasts that were bobbing in the surf. "How did you get whipped cream on your boob?"
She looked down in surprise. "I have no idea."
Before she could wash it, he leaned over and licked it off.
"I wish I had thought of that earlier," she said.
With a low growl, he captured her rosy nipple in his mouth. "You taste better than the cheesecake," he said between sucks.
She lay back and enjoyed the tingles his lips sent through her. This weekend had been like nothing she had every experienced. She reached out and unbuckled the collar from his neck and tossed it onto the deck. It was the last vestige of their Dom/sub experiment. But definitely not the end of their fun.