by Ivory Quinn
Clear of his clothes, he grabbed a small bottle of oil and poured some onto her back, spreading it out to cover the skin. Noelle assumed it was to stop the wax from sticking but she wasn’t really thinking straight. Karen wasn’t the only one affected by Blue’s filthy words. She was going to have to get used to it, to stop reacting every time.
When she was suitably slick, he lifted one of the candles and poured a thin stream of hot wax the entire length of her back. Karen jerked when it hit the skin and then almost imploded in on herself as the chains yanked at her nipples and clit. Heaving for breath, she fought to stay still as he poured stream after stream, never quite managing it and struggling to contain the side effects.
Blue poured, alternating between candles, until her back was just a mass of green wax and the skin couldn’t be seen. When there was nowhere else to coat, he set the last candle back on the shelf and then just stopped. Karen was sobbing quietly, tears and drool dripping from her face in humiliation. Noelle watched her, wondering what she was feeling. She wondered if this was some sort of penance for her, a way of working out her guilt at what she had to do every week in her job. That didn’t completely make sense, but it had to be a part of it.
When Karen had settled and the tears had stopped again, Blue began peeling the wax from her back. It was soft and pliable and stripped easily from the oiled skin. He balled it up and tossed it on the sheeting to throw away.
When she was mostly clean, he took away the ball gag, throwing it into a bucket, and allowed her to drop the chain. She winced and cried out when he released the clamps, but he rubbed the tender points soothingly until her gasps turned to pleasure instead of pain. He looked completely detached. His ministrations were intended to be soothing, not sexual, and Noelle found the interplay intense to watch.
He finally released her from the ropes and neatly re-coiled them while Karen waited obediently on all fours for him to give her a command. “You may remove the plug and balls.” He said softly. She struggled upright to do as he commanded, dropping the items into the bucket with the gag, from whence they would presumably be cleaned. When she was done, he looked down at her and for the first time a soft smile lit his face.
“It’s over Karen. You did well today. I’m pleased.”
“Thank you Master.” She beamed up at him and crawled closer, leaning against his leg like a faithful pet, with one small hand curling around his ankle in devotion.
“Any questions?” Blue asked Noelle, idly stroking Karen’s hair, and Noelle cleared her throat.
“What were the balls for?” She tried not to look at Karen’s face pressed tightly to Blue’s knee.
“They have rolling weights inside them. It gives an intimate and pleasurable sensation, taking the edge off the pain. They can be worn for hours.” He grinned. “We should get you a set while we’re out on Monday.”
“No thanks.” She laughed. “I don’t need to walk around feeling turned on all day. It’s hard enough getting by as it is.” Leaning sideways, she blew the candles out while she thought back over what they’d done, but she realised the questions she had were too complex to answer easily. “Do you mind if I spend some time thinking about my other questions?” She asked and he shook his head.
“Not at all. I’m sure we’ll have time to go over it tomorrow.” He looked down at Karen and she was still radiantly beaming up at him, the peace and grace in her eyes too hard to ignore. “Let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?” He suggested.
“Yes please Master.” She released his ankle as he retrieved a packet of facial cleansing wipes and gently cleaned the residue of her makeup and distress from her upturned face. She simply knelt there and let him clean her like a child. That was one thing that Noelle needed to ask about. The scene was over. He had released Karen from her bonds, and yet she was still behaving like a submissive, kneeling at his feet. Noelle just couldn’t get her head around it.
“Is your husband at home tonight?” He asked Karen softly and she nodded.
“Yes Master.”
“Good.” He lifted her to her feet and checked her joints for damage, as Noelle reeled from that revelation. This woman was married?! She had to wonder what the husband was like, that he allowed his wife to come to this place and get beaten and brutalised. “These welts are going to be sore for a few days.” He smoothed some of the oil from her back down over them. “No hot baths for a while and make sure the skin stays hydrated.”
“I’ll treasure them, Master.” She replied softly and he nodded, chucking her chin with his deceptively gentle hand.
“I know you will. You always do. We’ll leave you to get dressed and meet you out front in a few.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead and she purred like it was involuntary. It probably was at that. Noelle suspected she would purr too if he showed her that level of tenderness.
They left her to find her clothes and get dressed, strolling slowly towards the front door. “That seemed quite short.” Noelle realised aloud. “I thought it would take longer.”
“We’ve been in there for about an hour and a half.” Blue grinned, pointing at the grandfather clock in the hall. “Time flies when you’re having fun.” He winked but then turned serious. “In all honesty, Karen doesn’t have time for long sessions. She’s a busy lady, so when she comes here it’s short, sharp, brutal and effective.”
“I can’t believe she’s married.” Noelle was still astonished at that fact, but Blue looked a little sad.
“You’ll read in the studies I’ll give you that the average age for people to discover their sexuality is mid-twenties. That’s when the urges start bleeding irrepressibly through the cracks. By that time, a lot people are married and it’s too late.” He rubbed the back of his neck thoughtfully, with a small smile. “Karen’s one of the lucky ones – her husband is a great guy and he’s secure enough in their love to accept that he can’t give her what she wants. The only proviso of her attendance here is that she never fucks anyone, however riled she gets. It works out pretty well – she comes here and takes what she needs and then goes home and has a wild night with him, letting it all out. Best of both worlds.”
“She’s lucky.” Noelle smiled, even as she felt a pang inside. “I don’t suppose many people with kinky tendencies manage such a happy balance.”
“A lot of couples muddle through it.” Sensing her sadness, he put an arm around her shoulders and almost dragged her off her heels. “Don’t despair before you’ve even started.”
“I’m not really despairing. I’m just starting to understand how deep and complex all of this is.” She sighed. “I made the mistake of assuming that if I could work out some of this rage and anger in a safe and consensual way I’d be okay, but actually I need to redefine my entire life.”
“That’s a little extreme.” He disagreed. “Why should you be defined by the fact that you like kinky sex? It’s just a facet of your personality, not the grand sum and total of who and what you are. That’s like declaring yourself to be an academic student just because you sometimes like to learn things. You need to stop trying to label stuff and start trying to just accept it.” He squeezed her slightly and then released her as Karen’s footsteps sounded behind them.
Blue turned, smiling, and helped the submissive into her coat, checking her over one last time before he walked her down the front steps towards a waiting car. Noelle watched them, unable to wipe the image of the welts and stripes underneath Karen’s conservative clothes from her mind. She tried to imagine what it would be like to put them there, having someone bound beneath her as she wielded a cane...the whistling sound and sharp snap it made as it hit flesh. She swallowed, heat rising in her cheeks. The thought was entirely too enticing to be comfortable with.
“You look...heated.” Blue came up the steps towards her. “You want some help with that?”
“Help?” She asked stupidly, not realising what he was offering.
“Yes help.” He chuckled. “You’re wound tighter than a bowstring. Let me take
the edge off it or you might go home and do something stupid while stewing in your own frustration.”
“You mean like sleep with Jax?” She hissed softly, inhaling through her teeth. That too was a thought far too enticing to be comfortable with.
“You’re not ready for that yet.” He agreed, closing the front door behind them and leading her towards his room with a hand in the small of her back. He was probably right.
“That doesn’t mean you have to sleep with me.” She pointed out and he shrugged.
“There’s no ‘have to’ about it, Red. You’re not the only one feeling a little hot under the collar. I wanted to come all over her face.” He said it so easily, like it was perfectly normal. “You should think of it as a mutually beneficial form of exercise.”
Noelle burst out laughing. “That’s one way of looking at it.” She admitted, trying to control herself. She wasn’t sure what she’d have done if he’d whipped his cock out and come all over Karen. Some deep, dark part of her thought that voyeurism might be fun. She’d be willing to bet he’d look magnificent, one giant hand fisted around his equally impressive shaft while his woman gazed up at him with adoration.
“What are you thinking about?” He demanded, amused. “You are really turned on. Was it something I said?” He fluttered his eyelashes in mock innocence and she started laughing again.
“You know it was. You wanted me to picture you coming all over her face.” She accused and he shook his head ruefully.
“Okay, I admit it. I really did want you to picture that. I’m glad it turned you on.” His grin turned wicked. “Can I come on your face instead?”
“Eww! No!” She grimaced, screwing her face up. “Just so you know, that’s one of my squicks. No coming on my face or in my mouth. Ever.”
“Really?” He seemed fascinated by that. “What about your hair? Or anywhere else on your body?”
“I’m sure that would be fine. I just don’t want it anywhere it might accidentally get into my eyes or mouth.” She shuddered at the thought.
“Fair enough. I’m surprised Gabriel let that stand.”
She flinched. “He threatened to come down my throat once. I had to beg him to hit me to make him back down.”
“I’m sorry, Red.” His hand slid down over the curve of her rear as though trying to soothe past hurts.
“It’s okay.” She lifted her shoulders, curving into his hand. “Saying it out loud like that just brings it home. I shouldn’t have had to bargain like that.”
“Not under those circumstances, no.” Reaching the door of his room, he held it open for her and kicked it closed behind them. “Part of me wants to dig him up and kick the crap out of him for what he did to you and the rest of me feels in his debt for bringing you here. You’re going to take to this like a duck to water, Red. I can sense it.”
“I hope so.” She kicked the shoes off with some relief and stretched her aching toes in the luxurious carpet. She didn’t tend to wear heels all that often and she’d been on her feet for the best part of two hours. “I can’t deny I got a kick out of watching it. I’m just struggling to accept it’s normal.”
“That will take time.” He reminded her. “In a way it’s lucky that you’re feeling so damaged right now. You’re more open and receptive to change for as long as you feel you need counselling. I think you’d have found coming into this ‘cold’ a lot harder.”
“I’m not ready to feel grateful to him yet.” She said quietly. “Maybe one day, but right now acceptance is just going to have to be enough.” Hating that the mood had dipped, she walked to the bed and braced herself on the post. “You’re going to have to get this thing off me.” She reminded him and he nodded.
“I hadn’t forgotten.” She shivered at the tone of his voice. It prickled over her skin like starry midnight brilliance...dark, bright and sharp. She didn’t need to turn around to know that his beast was rolling in him and he was prowling towards her like a predator. Instinctively she stilled, listening for the soft footfalls on the carpet. It still caught her by surprise when his hands slid over her hips. Their difference in height was such that his erection was pressing into the small of her back when she straightened, and she tried not to move too much. “Tell me you want this.” His arms enveloped her, engulfing her in a wave of masculine fragrance that was so delicious and rich in her throat she almost wanted to drown in it. How had she never noticed that before? Lost in the act of simply breathing him in, she forgot to answer. He took her silence as acquiescence, turning her in his arms and lowering his mouth to hers, claiming it fiercely.
She reached up and tangled her hands in that fabulous blue-black hair, holding him to her as though a storm swirled around them. Sliding his hands over the curve of her rear, he unzipped the skirt and let it fall to the floor before scooping strong hands under her thighs and lifting her to him. She moaned softly, her legs tightening around his waist as their hearts crashed together. It was an exquisite torture, being so close and so clothed.
He pressed her back against the post and pushed a hand between them, reaching for his zipper. The back of his hand brushed Noelle’s clit and need bloomed in her so fiercely she ground herself against it, desperately seeking release.
“Steady on!” He laughed breathlessly, coming up for air. “You’re making it awfully hard to get undressed.”
“I never said patience was one of my virtues.” She laughed too, his teasing lessening the spell of her lust a little. She let her head fall back against the post, trying to regain some control of herself, and then burst out laughing again.
“What’s so funny?” Giving up with a frustrated growl, he shifted her higher on his hips and reached beneath her to get to his zip.
“I’m so high up.” She giggled, letting go of his neck and reaching for the cross bars of the bed. “You called me Little Monkey earlier. It just seemed funny.”
“Well you can hold on where you like, Little Monkey.” He finally freed his cock with a hiss of triumph. “I can’t wait any longer.” Wrenching her panties aside, he slid into her slowly as she writhed, settling down onto him.
“Oh my God that feels so good!” Her arms dropped back down around his neck as she squeezed and clenched around him fiercely.
“You’re so fucking wet.” He mumbled wondrously, resting his forehead on her shoulder for a moment so he didn’t come right there and then at the sensation. “We are really fucking good together, Little Monkey.”
“Tell me about it...” She squeezed her thighs, fighting to lift up, desperate to get more friction between them.
“Well...” he chuckled, deciding to tell her about it “...I think your pussy was made for my cock. It squeezes it so hot and tight, like a fine corset. I think we taste good together.” He ran his teeth gently across her jaw and then licked her neck. “I think we’re fierce together.” He finally withdrew and thrust into her hard, and she cried out wantonly. “But mostly, I just fucking love the way we laugh together.”
“Me too.” She breathed, arching into him. “But you missed a couple.”
“Tell me.” Large hands spanned her waist, holding her to the post as he began to move for earnest.
“You like to talk dirty and that really turns me on.” She managed, her breath catching in her throat. “You’re so damn big and strong and I find it unbelievably sexy that you can manhandle me like this.”
He chuckled, tickling her neck as he nuzzled it. “Manhandle, huh?”
“Oh yeah...” She was torn between laughing and moaning as he ground into her and then she was falling backwards onto the bed. She burst out laughing as he fell on top of her. “I feel like someone should have yelled ‘Timber!’.” She grinned and he burst out laughing too, losing his rhythm as he tried to contain his amusement. Eventually he gave up and pulled out, taking the opportunity to remove her briefs and toss them over his shoulder.
Without wasting time on explanations, he flipped her over, pulled her up onto her knees and then pushed into her from beh
ind. Noelle swore softly as he hit her sweet spot, deep inside, and he reached down to stroke her hair.
“I want to fuck you hard, Little Monkey. Think you can take it?”
“Keep talking and I’ll take anything.” She murmured into the pillow.
“That’s my girl!” Grinning fiercely, he slammed into her, the sound of their flesh meeting like claps of distant thunder. Her hands clawed in the sheets as he rubbed over her sweet spot again and again, and then he reached beneath her to play with her clit and she tumbled straight over the edge into freefall with barely any warning.
Her body clenching and shuddering around his tipped him over the edge too and he came, whispering hoarse words into her hair. For a moment they stilled, letting the aftershocks ripple through them, and then he huffed a soft laugh, falling to the side and spooning her.
“I think you’re my new best friend.” He joked and she smiled, resting her head on his arm.
“Back at you.” She didn’t know what this was they had between them, but it was fun and comfortable and undemanding. She found him hugely attractive, but she wasn’t drawn to him the way she had been to Gabriel or was becoming drawn to Jax. That’s all this was...fun. She didn’t feel any desire to possess him or label him. She’d never felt so liberated in her life. Well, except for one thing. “If you don’t get me out of this damn corset soon, I think I might pass out.” She nudged him with her elbow. “They weren’t designed for exercising in.”
“Five more minutes?” He asked drowsily and she sighed comfortably, smiling.
“Sure.”
Chapter eight