IN THE MIDDLE
Sindra van Yssel
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In the Middle
Copyright © March 2012 by Sindra van Yssel
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Chapter One
Daniel brought the flogger down on Louise’s back. The tails wrapped around to sting her breasts. The last few strokes had been too gentle, but this one stung, sending shocks straight to her core. She gave a shriek of pain and delight.
“Oh shit, Lou, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” Daniel’s hand was on her shoulder, and she could feel him leaning forward, his breath warm near her ear.
“Yes,” she snapped, much more cross than she intended to be. She made an effort to soften her voice. “More like that, please?”
“I don’t know if I can.”
“You can do this, Daniel.” She had her doubts, but this was no time to express them. She wanted to drift off into subspace under his command. She needed him to take charge soon. Maybe subspace was a myth, anyway. She took a deep breath.
She was bent over, her hands bound with nylon cuffs to the bottom left post of her bed. The glimpses she caught of her and Daniel in the full-length mirror behind her looked like a proper scene, at least as she’d imagined it. She was naked, and Daniel still wore his three-piece suit from his day in court as an attorney. He looked absolutely gorgeous. His long brown hair fell in waves against his shoulders. He dwarfed her, standing well over six feet tall, his muscles evident even in the suit. The scene looked right, but it didn’t feel right, and it was all she could do not to get angry with her boyfriend.
She felt him draw back and heard him take a deep breath. Yes, that’s it. Whip me. If there’s too much of a pause, my head will fill up with the numbers from work.
He lashed the flogger across her back, as hard as the one before, without wrapping around. Mmm. She missed the sting, but the thud was a different kind of heaven, an intense caress of leather. A second blow landed, then a third, building up a rhythm. She breathed in the smell of leather. Yeah, that’s it. Harder, baby.
The next blow wrapped around again and caught her nipple, biting into her tender peak. She gritted her teeth, trying not to cry out.
“Oops.”
She didn’t want to direct him, but he wasn’t psychic. She had to tell him if he was going to know what felt good, even though it hurt. He needed encouragement. “Feels good on my tits, Sir. I’m all yours to do whatever you wish to me.”
“Yes, but I didn’t intend to do that. The book was very clear that I should apologize when I make a mistake. I swear I practiced all this on a pillow last night.”
She giggled at the concept. He was so sweet, spending all that effort trying to satisfy her desires. Did he apologize to the pillow too? “Maybe you’re getting excited doing it to a real girl,” she offered hopefully.
“Nervous is more like it,” he murmured. She didn’t know whether she was supposed to have heard that or not. To her relief, he started again. She closed her eyes, hoping he was getting turned on. Wishing she was. She tried to soak up the feeling of the leather tails. Maybe I’m not as good at being submissive in reality as I am in my fantasies.
He was staying well away from the sides of her back now, concentrating in the middle, apparently making sure he didn’t wrap around. She thought about how handsome he was, how caring. He’d always looked after her. He’d never said he loved her, but she felt it loud and clear. I’m lucky I have him. Why do I have to want something more?
“Now feel this, um, bitch.” The name-calling didn’t bother her, but the hesitation in his voice took all the charge out of it. The side of the whip lashed her breast hard. She screamed. It was totally unexpected, all wrap and nothing on her back, and hard as hell. The previous stings on her breasts felt good, but this was almost like being punched.
“Holy cow, Louise.” It was as close as he ever came to swearing.
“Did that turn you on, Daniel?” If it did, do it again. I don’t know how much of that I can take, but I’d love to suffer to please you.
“Of course not. Who’d get turned on by you screaming like that? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Lots of men get off on whipping girls. Come on, press against me, let me feel you.”
He pressed his pelvis against her, but it only proved he wasn’t lying. He wasn’t hard at all. “I’m doing this for you. And if you wish, I’ll keep doing it. You want another like that last one or not?” She felt him shiver as he spoke.
This isn’t working. She hesitated, wanting to live her fantasy, but she wasn’t going to get to the right mental space tonight. I like Daniel. Maybe I even love him. She took a deep breath. He just can’t be what I want. What I need. Dammit. “Let me go, please. Untie me.”
Daniel reached for her wrists and stopped. “Aren’t you supposed to use a safe word or something?”
“Abracadabra,” she said.
“Okay, then.” His sigh sounded like relief as he untied the knot that held the two cuffs together around the post. His fingers moved deftly, and she relaxed once her hands were free. It’s not his fault things didn’t work. I shouldn’t have pushed him to do something that wasn’t him. But how would I know for sure without trying?
“Ouch,” he said as she turned to face him. He touched her breast gently. “At least it’s fading.” She looked down. There were blotches of pink where the flogger had struck.
“I’ll be fine.”
“I’m sorry, Louise.”
She wasn’t sure if he was apologizing for the way the scene went down, the whole awkward mess, or for hitting her with the flogger, which had been her idea. Suddenly being naked while he stood there in a three-piece suit didn’t seem nearly as sexy as it had when he’d tied her to the bed. “Take your clothes off.”
She hadn’t meant to make it sound like an order, but tension tightened her voice. His eyes widened, and he obeyed. He hung the coat on a nearby chair and went at the buttons of his vest. She looked him over. His boyish brown eyes belied a more mature face with a chiseled jaw and wavy dark brown hair that Louise loved to run h
er hands through. Beneath the suit was a body sculpted in the gym: a broad chest and six-pack abs. His cock sprang free, big and fully erect. Now he gets hard.
She picked up the flogger he had dropped to see his reaction. She was rewarded by a sharp intake of breath. “Maybe I should show you how to use this.” She grinned at him wickedly.
“If you wish,” said Daniel. He looked into her eyes. Even if he wanted it, she expected him to shift his feet, maybe bite his lip. But that wouldn’t be Daniel, either. She’d rarely seen him as unconfident as he’d appeared that evening when she’d put the flogger in his hand. And now the man she knew was back, telling her that if she wanted to hit him with a bunch of nasty-looking leather strips, he was fine with that. I shouldn’t be so surprised. I can’t remember the last time he told me no. When she’d asked him to whip her and he was clearly uncomfortable with the idea, he’d agreed to it. Even when a couple of months ago she asked if he minded if she explored her submissive side online with other men, he hadn’t denied her. She’d half wanted him to put his foot down, but he hadn’t.
It’s nice to be pampered, to get my way now and then. I enjoy that. She chuckled. Of course, everyone does.
“What’s funny?”
“I was just thinking about how I do enjoy having my way.” She stepped forward. “You don’t mind if I take control, do you?”
“Not at all.”
“I thought not.”
To her amazement, she felt herself being turned on. Her pussy was tingling. She’d wanted to feel this horny all night, and now that she did, it had nothing to do with the fantasy she’d been having all week long. It was the complete opposite.
“Finish stripping and wait for me on the bed on your hands and knees.” She wasn’t sure how that would be taken, so she watched him closely, but he didn’t flinch. “I’ll be back when I’m ready.” She turned away without waiting for a response, confident that his eyes were on her swaying ass. She needed a few minutes to clear her head.
She walked out of her bedroom, feeling her lack of clothing intensely. Maybe wearing a leather bustier or something like that would help put her in the mood, but she didn’t have anything like that. It wasn’t as if she’d intended to be on top tonight.
The smell of ginger wafted in from the Chinese carryout they’d had for dinner. Thank goodness the drapes were pulled in the living room. She didn’t need any voyeurs from the next apartment building looking in.
She felt a twinge of guilt at the reason she’d pushed for this evening. Randall X, her online master, had told her he would be in town next week and that he would like to meet. She’d told him she’d think about it. She certainly wasn’t going to meet him in person without telling Daniel. She’d been open with Daniel so far, and she intended to continue. She had been hoping Daniel could be everything to her that Randall was. She realized now that was unfair. Daniel was Daniel—loyal, caring, gentle. It wasn’t his fault she wanted to be able to let go, to be dominated, to be treated roughly. Randall was good at rough, even online.
She wasn’t going to solve the problem now. Daniel was waiting for her. Possibly on the bed, as directed. Maybe standing, arms crossed, angry. She couldn’t remember ever seeing Daniel angry. Either way, she wanted to make this night memorable. She smiled. And I just might enjoy myself while I’m at it.
He was facing away from her when she entered. She hadn’t specified which direction he should wait for her in, but he looked particularly submissive that way. He snuck a quick look at her over his shoulder and then turned away as if he thought he wasn’t supposed to look. She padded over to the foot of the four-poster. His legs were far enough apart that she could see his balls hanging between them. His sac was stretched tight, testimony that he was still hard.
She patted his muscled ass gently. “Good boy,” she murmured. “Obeying directions so well.”
“Um, thanks.” His voice quavered, and it took her a moment to decide it wasn’t from anger. Is he that turned on?
Time to press my luck. “That would be ‘thank you, Mistress,’ big boy.” She stroked the spot between his balls and his anus. She knew he liked being touched there.
He took a sharp breath in. “Thank you, Mistress.”
She cupped his balls and squeezed gently. “You like this, don’t you?”
“Yes. Mistress.”
“And I can squeeze as hard as I want to, can’t I?”
Another sharp breath and a hesitation. “Yes.”
“And what’s your safe word?”
“‘Abracadabra’ will work for me too. Is that okay?”
She nodded. He might as well have it. She wouldn’t be using it. She understood him better now. He was like her, in a way. And it took courage for him to show her this side of himself, even if now it seemed like she should have known all along. She’d been scared to tell him to top her. He, knowing she liked to submit online, probably had been as reluctant to tell her he’d rather be the submissive one. Or maybe he hadn’t figured it out.
“Mistress?”
“Hmm? Oh.” He hadn’t been able to see her nod, she realized. “‘Abracadabra’ will do fine.” She reached farther, wrapping her hand around his thick shaft. “You’re very hard. I always knew you were a big boy, but you’re even bigger tonight for some reason. You like me being on top, I guess.”
“Yes, Mistress.” The way he said “Mistress” was almost like an orgasmic sigh, and it made her core tremble.
“Better tell me if you’re about to come, because you’re not allowed to without my say so. You understand?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
She put the flogger down on the bed beside his left leg. He’d practiced on pillows and was still missing. She hadn’t practiced at all. She wasn’t going to be using it tonight, but that didn’t mean he was going to get off easy. She lifted her free hand to her mouth and spit on it. Then she touched the flesh around his tight sphincter, and he nearly jumped out of his skin. “Stay still.”
“I’ll try, Mistress.”
He didn’t move when she touched him there again except for shaking a little. She invaded him with her wet finger slowly, pushing and pulling at the edges, stretching him. Her other hand slid along his shaft. “Feel good, baby?”
“Oh yeah.”
She yanked her finger out and spanked him, hard. He lost his balance, his right arm shifting suddenly. “I mean, yes, Mistress!”
“Good. Mind your manners or you’ll get another.” She wasn’t sure whether she was looking forward to that or not.
She waited until he got his arm under him again. “I almost came from the one, Mistress,” he told her. “And from what you’re doing to my ass. And to my cock. Oh wow.”
“Almost there, lover?” she asked. He’d always lasted so long before, and she loved being able to bring him to the brink so easily. She was very turned on herself, partly by what she was doing, partly by what she was planning to do. Above all, by the fact that she was in control. Her pussy was wet, and her skin felt extra-sensitive all over.
“Yes.”
“Good.” She let his cock go. “Roll over.” When he didn’t respond immediately, she swatted him again. “Roll! Now!”
He rolled. His cock stood up, giving her a better look at its rich veins. She climbed onto the bed, straddling him, moving up on him slowly by walking on her knees. Knowing she had his full attention, she cupped her breasts, squeezing them and running her thumbs over their hardened peaks.
She brushed his cock with her pussy. It would satisfy her quite nicely, if she wanted that. But he’d be getting off too, and she didn’t think it was right that he get off first. Besides, she’d have to get a condom from the drawer, and that was a hassle she didn’t want to deal with right now. She continued her advance, soaking in his wide-eyed gaze until she was positioned right where she wanted to be: over his face.
She lowered herself down. “Lick, boy. Show me how good you are with that tongue of yours.” She brushed her clit against his nose, and it made
her shudder. His tongue slid along her slit, and she moved back a smidgen to let him do his best. She had a responsibility to make sure he could breathe, after all.
He knew the right time to lick softly and when to flick her with his tongue to make her cry out. She gave in to temptation and ground herself on his face, smearing it with her juices, marking him with her scent. Something strong and primal built inside her, making her want to take and take. Images flashed through her mind—making him lick her ass, pinching his nipples, covering his nose so he’d have to wonder when she’d let him breathe again. She didn’t trust herself to do any of those things right now, drunk on the sudden power she felt. Instead she knelt forward, the movement pulling her pussy up and letting him go to work again with his magical tongue. Her nipples brushed against a pillow, and she undulated her hips, reveling in the way he moved his tongue to follow her movements. Her core felt like it was tightening beyond what it could bear, craving release.
He caressed her hips, his hands slow and soft. Gentle, as always. His tongue danced across her clit enough to make her feel ready, not quite pushing her over. She enjoyed the edge for a long moment, confident that she was in control, knowing she could grind herself against his face and come anytime she wanted.
She wanted release now. But she wanted Daniel to give it to her. “Now!” she yelled. His tongue flicked quickly, back and forth across her most sensitive bundle of nerves. “Yes!” she cried as the spring coiled within her released all at once. She grabbed the sheets for support, bunching them up in her hand, and lowered herself again, gushing on his face, squeezing his head between her thighs.
She rubbed herself against his chin and his lips, pressure building in her anew. Maybe sometime she’d let herself come over and over, but right now it was Daniel’s turn. She swung her legs away and decided to indulge another fantasy. “Grab your cock and start pulling on it. I want to see you get yourself off.”
“Yes, Mistress.” She noticed with satisfaction that he made no attempt to wipe his face off. His big fist closed around his thick shaft and started sliding along its length. Muscles strained below his wrist. Sweat glistened on his forehead. He smelled of musk and sweat and sex. He grabbed his cock tighter than she usually would, but maybe it felt better that way. She’d try it next time.
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