by Ivory Quinn
“Well you can just hold onto that thought, because I’m going to make you scream my name before my cock gets anywhere near you.”
Her lips curled as her darkness roared into her. “I’d like to see you try.”
“You’re on.” Turning, he bodily threw her onto the bed. It was a good five feet away and she dissolved helplessly into giggles as she bounced across it in a tangle of limbs and cotton. He caught her ankle just before she flipped off the far side and hauled her towards him, her skirt rucking up around her waist. “I am so glad you’re wearing a dress today.” He grinned, hauling her underwear down and tossing it over his shoulder.
“I think I’m about to be very glad.” She agreed as he sank to his knees beside the bed and hooked her knees over his shoulders.
“Yes you are.” He seemed almost mesmerised as he homed in on her pussy. “When you scream, scream it loud.”
“My lips are sealed.” She reached down, smiling, and held onto his hair. “Do your worst. No screaming here today.” He didn’t waste time arguing, just dove right on in with a skill that left her both boneless and breathless, writhing helplessly beneath him. He wrung her first orgasm out of her in less than five minutes and moved up over her as she came down from the high.
“We should get a chalk board to keep count.” He joked, grazing a nipple through the thin cotton of her dress in passing. “I plan to rack up a pretty high score tonight.”
“Steady on.” She reminded him. “I just came out of hospital a couple of days ago.”
“You’re tired, not dying.” He gave her a mocking look. “And way too overdressed.” He stripped her dress and tossed it somewhere in the same direction as her underwear had gone. “You’re not wearing a bra.” He stated the obvious with a happy smile. “I love that. It’s like they’re roaming free, waiting for a chance to escape into the wild.”
“You are such a weirdo!” She burst out laughing.
“I am all kinds of kinky, but I’m not weird.” He tutted, flicking her belly softly in reproach.
“You’re thinking of my breasts as wild animals.” She shrugged, sending them gently rippling. “You don’t think that’s weird?”
“I don’t think of them as animals. I just like to think of them as making the occasional spontaneous burst for freedom.” He cupped one in a large hand and brushed his thumb over the nipple, making her body bow helplessly into him with mindless pleasure. “Yours are perfect.” He told her, moving lower. “They’re so soft and lush and your nipples are so pretty and pink.” He captured one soft globe in his mouth and flickered his tongue over the hardening point as she gasped.
“Curves like these take work.” She joked breathlessly. “No ironing boards with matching bee stings here, thank you very much.”
“Believe me, I am appreciating every inch of them.” He grinned, his stubble rasping softly against her skin and making her shiver. “So here’s how it’s going to go, Little Monkey. I don’t think you’re ready for my cock yet. I think you need to come again first.” He rose and kissed her mouth gently. “I’m going to finger you until you implode beneath me and then I might think about getting naked.” He grinned, knowing she loved it when he spoke dirty. “I’m going to slide my hand down across your skin...” He propped his head up so he could watch her face as his other hand roamed lower over her belly. “I’m going to run my fingers through your wetness until they’re coated. I might even let you taste it.” She sucked in a breath as his questing fingers brushed over her clit and followed his words. “And then, when they’re nice and slick, I’m going to push them into you, one by one.”
“Blue!” She breathed, her eyes going dark with need as his fingers thrust into her.
“That’s right.” He smiled. “I want you to scream it, Little Monkey.” He curled his fingers, finding her G spot, and massaged his palm across her clit until she came apart at the seams, shuddering helplessly as another orgasm ripped through her. Still no screaming though, he smiled. She was a tough one to break.
“Get naked now, please.” She demanded breathlessly, eyes still glassy with hunger. She pulled at his T-shirt as he started on his jeans and they ended up giggling in the middle of a wrestling match. He finally shucked out of his clothes and moved between her legs, thrusting into her with one long glide. It was tight, but she was so relaxed and wet that her body didn’t fight him. He could feel the fading pulses of her climax and it destroyed his self control.
“Hold on.” He warned, before fucking her hard and ruthlessly. He pushed her all the way across the bed and they fell off the other side in fits of laughter as the blankets knotted around them.
“Oops!” Noelle giggled, struggling free of the pillow that dropped on her head. Blue was laughing too and he put his arms around her waist, hoisting her upright, still impaled on his cock, to push her against the bed post.
He brushed the hair from her face and smiled, kissing her forehead before continuing with his punishing rhythm. “How are you doing?” He whispered, gently biting her ear.
“I need more.” She pushed against him. “Deeper...please...”
“I can do that.” He grinned. “But I’ve got to warn you, if I do you from behind it’s going to be short and brutal.”
“Yes!” She pushed his chest. “Let me down, I’ll roll over.”
“Not on the bed.” Still carrying her, he moved across the room and swept everything off the dressing table, pulling the bench out from underneath it. “Knees on the bench, palms on the dresser.” He commanded and she was too lost under the spell of his lust to care that he was ordering her around like one of his subs. He pulled out of her and set her down. For a moment, the aching emptiness overwhelmed her and she didn’t move. “Bench, now!” His voice was husky with need and she snapped back into herself.
“Patience, Sasquatch!” She grinned. “You can’t rush a girl who’s already come twice.”
“What the fuck is a sasquatch anyway?” He physically turned her around and boosted her onto the bench, curling his hands around the front of her thighs to pull her legs apart.
“It’s another name for bigfoot.” She clawed at the glass top of the dresser as he pushed his cock home in her body.
“Bigfoot?” He stopped. “You think I’m a bigfoot?”
“You call me a monkey. Same difference.” She moved against him, trying to provoke him into moving.
“Fair point.” He picked up the pace again until she was too absorbed to speak and reached beneath her, playing with her clit until she came for him again. The way her pussy squeezed and contracted around him sent him into freefall too and he slowed to a stop, resting his forehead on her heaving shoulders.
“Well that was fun.” She smiled, relaxing down onto the cool glass, taking him with her. “Glad I’m not your maid service.”
“We haven’t even begun to make a mess yet.” He teased, gently but firmly biting her shoulder. “I’m just going to catch my breath and then we’re going for round two.”
“Round two?” Her eyes went wide and she looked over her shoulder at him. “There’s going to be a round two?”
Trying to smother his laughter, even as his dick started twitching again, he nodded. “Yes, Little Monkey. There’s going to be a round two...”
Chapter twenty-one
They woke late the following morning and spent a few minutes laughing over the devastation in the room before they attempted to set the worst of it to rights. The maid would be in at some point, but that didn’t mean they should leave it all to her.
“When did we knock the wardrobe sideways?” Noelle had tried to open the bathroom door, only to discover it was blocked.
“I have no idea.” Blue started laughing again as he hauled it back into the right place. “I think that’s about all we can do for now. Let’s have a shower and then we can go and eat. I’m starving.”
After everything they’d done, she wasn’t going to argue over sharing the double shower. There were enough heads for both of them to wash
down.
To their surprise, Cal was still sat in the morning room reading the paper when they arrived for breakfast.
“Morning.” He smiled knowingly up at them. “How are you today?”
“Tired, sore and suffering from an unbearable lightness of being.” Noelle grinned at him. It was pointless to hide it. The whole house probably knew what they’d been doing last night. She might as well brazen it out like Red would.
“You can sleep later.” The older master nodded as they sat down at the table and waited for someone to bring in food. It was still a source of astonishment to Noelle that Cal had housemaids and a cook, but she didn’t know why. It was certainly his style.
“I’ll try and fit in a nap this afternoon.” She agreed, pouring tea from the pot that was on the table. It was cooling fast, but she needed the drink.
“I want you to come into the play room with me this morning.” Cal announced, studying her features to see her reaction.
“With you?” She stared at him. “Why?”
“Because there are so many different kinds of kink.” He explained easily. “Blue is good at impact play and sensual play. Storm’s forte is humiliation and control, although she’s skilled at needle play and cupping. I have an entirely different set of skills and it’s important that you experience a little bit of everything.” He sipped his own tea. “You need to know what your limits are, what your curiosities are and what you are prepared to learn.” He gazed at her with a serious look, pinning her with his eyes. “If you choose to come back here as a service top, I need to know what you will and will not do so we can cater your client list accordingly.”
“That makes sense.” She smiled and nodded, a little anxious but curious to see what he was like in a play room. “Would it be rude to ask what your skills are as opposed to Blue’s?”
“Not at this stage.” He leaned back in his chair. “Amongst other things I am a rope master.”
“Like at the show the other night?” She broke in, excited.
“Something like that.” His lips twitched. “I take it restraint and suspension is something you’re interested in?”
She thought back to the beautiful butterfly and nodded. “I’d love to learn how to do that.”
“Then we’ll take a few days next week to work through some techniques. I’ll get you up in the ropes so you have some idea what the mechanics of it are and how it feels before you try putting someone else in a rig.”
“I have actually been restrained and suspended.” She admitted and Cal’s gaze sharpened angrily.
“Gabriel?” He asked and she nodded. “I didn’t know he’d learned that. At least tell me he never left you alone?”
She winced at the memory of the ballet bar. She’d been alone for long stretches between his ministrations. “He did once.” She admitted. “I was strung up for a couple of hours and he left the room several times.”
“I wish he hadn’t killed himself.” Blue gritted out murderously. “I’d like the genuine pleasure of killing him myself.”
“I didn’t know it wasn’t supposed to be like that.” She shrugged and he immediately settled.
“You shouldn’t have had to.” He reached across the table and squeezed her hand as several maids came in with fresh toast and hot drinks, with the promise of a cooked breakfast on the way.
“I’m sure you have questions.” Cal folded his paper and poured a fresh cup of tea. “I’ll leave you and Blue to discuss it. Please be outside my play room at eleven-thirty prompt. Jeans and T-shirt are fine.”
“Yes, Master Henway.” She said respectfully and he nodded his acknowledgement.
“He must really like you.” Blue said gleefully once Cal had left the room. “He never lets anyone in to watch his scenes unless he needs a spotter. You’re incredibly lucky.”
“What should I expect?” Now that he’d left the room, she was starting to feel nervous. “I’ve heard he’s frightening.”
“If he ever scenes at the club¸ yes. He is frightening.” He grinned ruefully. “I sure as hell wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end. He’s not like that in his private scenes though. He’s a master of subtlety. He usually starts out by talking his subs into subspace.”
“He talks them into subspace?!” Noelle was astonished. “Without touching them?”
“Not every dom can do it.” Blue shrugged. “Fear has a powerful effect on the mind. Poke at it in the right ways and it will shut you down.”
“Can you do it?”
“Sometimes. I don’t like to though. I’m more of a physical master.” He grinned fiercely. “I like them to be fully aware when the first blow lands.”
“You sadist, you.” She shook her head, chuckling.
“That’s the difference.” He agreed. “I’m a sadist. Cal isn’t.”
“What’s Cal’s kink then?” She asked curiously. “Control?”
“I don’t know.” He frowned. “I’ve never figured it out. He keeps it so tightly under wraps, I don’t know if he even enjoys being a master.”
“Does he ever date?” She knew it wasn’t relevant to the matter in hand, but he’d been so good to her that the thought of him being lonely was a sad one.
“I’ve never seen him dating. It’s a lonely life he leads.” He said, as though reading her thoughts.
“That’s sad.” Her heart hurt for him. “He’s a good man.”
“Yes he is.” Blue cleared his throat. “But he wouldn’t appreciate us discussing it and he sure as hell doesn’t want our pity.”
“It’s not pity.” She protested. “Wanting the best for people that have been good to you isn’t pity.”
“I’m glad you see it that way.” His eyes twinkled as the door opened again and the maids arrived with breakfast. They sat in silence, waiting for them to leave, before tucking into their food. Noelle was ravenous. Not really surprising, considering the amount of energy she’d expended the night before. Her cheeks flushed at the memory. He hadn’t been kidding about it being wild. “What are you thinking about?” He asked, wondering why she was blushing, and she glanced up at him.
“I was reconsidering my definition of wild.” She admitted with a cheeky smile and he was surprised into laughing.
“It was fun. We should make a habit of it.”
“I’m not sure any of the men in my life, other than you and Cal, would be okay with that.” She admitted.
“That’s right, I forgot you went for coffee with Sean. How did that work out for you?”
As they ate, she explained the conversation to him and he gave her some pretty good advice. They were so absorbed in their discussion that eleven o’clock rolled around before she even realised.
“Damn it!” She glanced at her watch and pushed away from the table. “I should go and sort myself out before I have to go down. Sorry to be rude.”
“It’s okay.” He drained the last of his coffee and stood up. “I wouldn’t be late for him either.”
She was waiting outside the door at twenty-five past. She could hear someone moving about inside, but she’d been specifically instructed to be outside the door and that’s where she was staying. She wasn’t going to argue with Master Henway.
When he strode down the corridor a few minutes later, she realised it must be his sub inside, preparing the room. The movement had ceased a short while before and she guessed that whoever it was would probably be kneeling in a corner somewhere, awaiting her master.
“Red.” Cal nodded at her in greeting. He was wearing well-worn dark blue jeans with a dark leather belt. The buckle was small and unobtrusive. Over that he was wearing a white vest top. He looked good enough to eat and the realisation startled Noelle. She’d never thought of him as attractive before.
He silently held the door open for her and she stepped into a room that was nothing like any of the other dungeons in the manor. Cal’s private play room was bare except for various fixtures on the ceiling and a cabinet against the far wall. It was also about half the si
ze of the one she’d been in with Blue, making it seem much more intimate and intense. To her astonishment, the sub kneeling in the corner was Chloe from the front desk.
Trying not to stare, she took up a position near one corner and just watched silently as Cal worked his magic. He strung Chloe up in the centre of the room with specially made stainless steel suspension cuffs and then, as Blue had said, he talked her into subspace without even touching her. Her expression was beatific and Noelle could clearly remember how it felt. It was like flying and being invincible all rolled into one. In subspace, nothing could touch you.
The subtlety with which he worked totally awed her. He worked Chloe over until she was ready for impact play and then reached for a singletail whip. When he struck her the whip cracked, making Noelle and Chloe both flinch, but it just seemed to brush the surface of the sub’s skin, barely raising a welt. The precision involved spoke of hours upon hours of painstaking practice. It was amazing to watch.
She was still trying to process that when he released Chloe from the cuffs and checked her wrists over. There was no communication between them as he released her and she immediately went to fetch the ropes she had laid out ahead of their arrival. This was a well-practiced and familiar dance between them. Noelle found herself wondering how often Chloe had been in here.
He spent more than an hour tying her up in a position that couldn’t be comfortable, before suspending her over a thin crash mat on the floor. He spoke to her quietly, checking that she was okay. Chloe was clearly in a state of bliss. She was just smiling broadly and her eyes kept drifting closed. It was clear that the sensation of being bound was what did it for her. Noelle could understand that. Being bound by Gabriel had been a sensual experience. It had made her feel safe and secure.
He let her hang for a while, checking the ropes and her skin occasionally, before he moved her into a different position, shifting the ropes around and letting her hang in that way for a while. It was an intricately beautiful process and Noelle suddenly had an insight into Cal’s mind. She was utterly absorbed and fascinated by watching what was going on, but she wasn’t feeling any of the heat in her core that she felt while watching Blue work. This was like watching art in motion. It was the challenge of it, the psychology of it that drew her in. She wanted to learn how to do it for the sake of knowing, not because it pushed her sexual buttons. It made her regard the master in a whole new light.