When she was close enough, he grabbed hold of her and yanked her across his lap, sending the chain swaying frantically even as she reached for the hardwood floor.
He caught her legs between his to keep her steady as well as to trap her.
“Sir!”
“Cease your thrashing, sub.”
It took her several seconds to settle down and find her balance, but he didn’t wait to start rubbing her skin to get it ready for the taste of his leather. “This, tonight, may leave a couple of marks.”
Before he started, he played with her pussy, distracting her, and he even pressed a finger to her anal whorl.
Her sounds changed from protest to encouragement, something she probably wasn’t aware of. No doubt she had no idea how perfectly compliant she sounded. How natural.
He continued to rub her vigorously for many seconds more than necessary, then he said, “Count these for me, Kelsey.”
The moment he spoke, she clenched her entire body.
“Relax.” He stroked her skin. “When I talk about training, this is part of it. My words—that we are about to start—are a signal to you, and ideally I want you to exhale and let your body go soft rather than rigid.”
She expelled a breath and lessened the tension in her body.
“That’s it,” he approved. “Keep that in mind in the future, as well.”
“Yes, Nathan.”
He spanked her with the belt using an upstroke on the tops of her thighs.
She groaned and wiggled on his lap.
“I didn’t hear a number,” he said.
“One, Nathan.” The words sounded grudging and forced.
By the time he was finished with her, she’d be much more compliant. He gave her the next four in quick succession, forcing her to count nonstop.
Finally he relented, allowing her to allow her to catch her breath. “Keep your body pliable,” he suggested.
He landed the sixth stripe across both of her buttocks.
“Six, Nathan.” She squirmed away and flattened her hands on the floor to keep balanced.
He pulled her back up and landed the belt again, a little higher.
“Seven, Nathan.”
On the eighth, she grunted and gave the count, but she stopped trying to maneuver away. “Yes,” he softly. “That’s it. My sub.”
“Nine,” she whispered after the next one.
“Your ass is getting so red for me.” He paused for several seconds to rub her skin and ease the ache he knew she must be experiencing. “Is twelve still your favorite number?”
“This hurts way more than last night, Sir.”
“Lucky for you, it’s less fatiguing than spanking you with my bare hand. So if you want to go to fifteen or twenty, it’s not a problem.”
“No!” She dug her toes into the floorboards.
“Which number is next, sub?”
“Ten?” Then a second later, she said, “Ten,” with much more confidence.
Since she was expecting the stripe, he surprised her by holding off. Instead, he dipped a hand between her legs to tease her clitoris. “Your pussy is as hot as your bottom, Kelsey.”
“Oh God,” she said, squirming, arching back to him, silently pleading for more.
“You like a taste of leather, even when it burns.”
“Sir! Nathan! I’m so ready to come.”
“You can hold off.” He moved his hand out of the way and delivered a stinging eleventh smack.
“Oh dear God,” she said, whimpering.
He eased a finger into her cunt. “How are your nipples?”
“The clamps are maddening. They ache, but I like it. It makes absolutely no sense.”
“And every time you move, they sway.”
“Making me hornier,” she said. “Please, may I have an orgasm?”
He’d known she’d be compliant. He just hadn’t known how much he would enjoy it.
“Nathan.”
She tightened her body as she fought off the orgasm, and he saw an alluring sheen of perspiration dotting her back. At some point, maybe without her being aware of it, she’d given herself over to him, obeying him completely.
To him, it didn’t get any better. “Take another for me,” he said.
“Yes.” She drew in a breath then forced it out in a shudder.
When she was completely relaxed, he brought the belt down, landing it just above her buttocks. She screamed and bucked.
He reached beneath her and yanked on the dangling chain, making her writhe. Then he rubbed the mark left by his belt and said, “You deserve this.” He plunged three fingers into her cunt. “But I’m still going to make you work for it.”
Nathan kept his hand still.
At first, she whimpered, but then she began to move, evidently letting go of her hesitation and gaining confidence as she dug her fingers into the floor to gain some leverage to push herself against him. She shamelessly rotated her hips, trying to reach orgasm.
“Yes,” he encouraged, moving a bit so he could squeeze one of her breasts hard, forcing flesh against the rubber-coated metal.
“Oh God. Too much, too much.”
He eased off then squeezed again harder. In response, her pussy tightened.
She lifted onto her tiptoes and arched.
The moment she found the right angle, he knew. He felt her internal muscles clench his fingers and she cried out his name.
By slow measures, he released his grip. After she’d ridden out the orgasm, he pulled out his fingers then helped her to stand.
Instead of letting her go, he pulled her onto his lap and wrapped her in his arms, holding her close until her breathing returned to normal.
Eventually, she put a hand on his chest and eased away from him.
“I never suspected anything like this existed.”
“Me either.”
She tipped her head back. “I’m not sure I quite believe you. You’ve played with a lot of subs.”
“None of them have been you.” They’d all had much more experience, and he’d appreciated them, but there was something unique about being her first. It sharpened him, made him carefully craft scenes in his head before he ever touched her. There were things he wanted her to know, confidence he wanted to instill before Saturday. Damn. He was already proud of her. “How does your body feel?” He looped the chain of her clamps around his index finger and lifted it a few inches, testing, watching.
She closed her eyes and tipped back her head.
“You like a lot of pressure,” he observed. A lot of women would have snarled at him or used a safe word by now, but her face was slack from pleasure.
“The clothespins were never enough. But these…?”
He waited.
“You did say they’re mine.”
“I did. But I didn’t say they would stay at your house.”
“That’s mean, Mr. Donovan.”
“And what have I ever done or said that would make you think otherwise?” But because they’d been on there long enough, he cupped her right breast. “This may hurt. Or not.” Just in case, the moment he opened the clip, he pinched her nipple and slowly, slowly let it go, massaging it the entire time.
Instead of yelping as he might have expected, she sighed.
A minute or so later, he had the other one off her, as well. “We can put them back on anytime you’re ready.”
“I may ask you to do that.”
“Courageous sub. Or maybe you’re a masochist in this area?”
“I don’t think that’s true. But I liked it.”
“Ready for more?”
Her eyes darkened in response.
“On your back. Keep your body on the towel.”
While she did as he asked, he put the chair back where it belonged and lit the candle’s wick. It took a moment to catch, then it flared with a satisfying hiss. “This is meant for sensation play. It melts at a lower temperature than most wax. It won’t hurt. Much.”
When he looked back at
her, her gaze was focused on the flickering flame.
Chapter Ten
No matter how hard she tried to look away, Kelsey was mesmerized.
Nathan had talked to her about trust, and everything he did tested it. Especially this.
He loomed over her with the round blue taper, and her mouth dried a little when the wax started to melt.
Nathan cupped his hand then tipped the candle sideways until a drop of wax fell onto his skin.
That it hadn’t hit her surprised her, made her more interested in what he was doing.
Systematically he moved higher, testing the temperature on his wrist. Then he grabbed another of the washcloths and wiped his skin clean. “Masturbate for me, Kelsey,” he told her.
She tamped down her instinctive embarrassment and the flash of fear as she worried about what to expect. Focusing on pleasing him, she moved her hands over her breasts, brushing her tender nipples.
Her whole body lit up from the brief contact. The nipple clamps had been amazing, giving her a sensation she’d never had before. If he intended to take them away from her, she would be going online to order a pair.
She closed her eyes to concentrate on what she was doing and not on the image of him standing over her with the burning candle.
Kelsey ran a palm down her ribs then over her belly to her pubis. The bare skin was a momentary shock. Though she probably wouldn’t ever tell him, she enjoyed being even more sensitive.
She was distracted in her own thoughts when hot liquid danced across her right nipple.
She sucked in a breath.
Before she could decide whether or not she liked it, a second followed, then a third.
Almost instantly the wax dried and the heat dissipated. It was a tiny, enthralling lick of erotic pain.
And she liked it.
He dropped another on her left nipple.
Naughtily she lifted her chest, inviting more.
He gave it to her, trailing from right to left, then starting in the middle to work outward in the opposite direction, creating a design she couldn’t see.
She stroked her pussy faster. The dozens of pinpricks breathed life into her nerve endings. Kelsey had never experienced anything like it. The more he gave her, the more she wanted.
“Watch.”
Hypnotized by his voice, she opened her eyes and did as he said.
The fallen wax had hardened but didn’t stick to her skin. He swiped the blue beads from one of her breasts, then he squeezed the nipple to a tight bud. Nathan held the taper close, exquisitely close to her flesh.
“Yes,” she encouraged, suddenly afraid he wouldn’t do it.
He didn’t disappoint.
It stung and burned.
She stroked her pussy harder, delving inside, finger-fucking herself as he crowned her nipple with the wax. With sudden insight, she realized he’d instructed her to masturbate as a way to distract her from what he was doing, but also to enhance the entire experience. He was masterful with her.
Again he made a pattern she couldn’t decipher, but each drop was liquid heaven.
“Do you like this?”
“Favorite thing,” she said, unable to form a complete sentence.
“It might be mine too.” He drizzled the wax lower, and she pumped her pussy harder in response.
“I’m going to come,” she warned him.
“Not yet.” He dropped wax from a great height and it landed in a cool splash just below her belly button.
Kelsey recognized that he could control the intensity based on how far away he held the flame.
He drizzled several drops on her shaven pubic area as he’d promised then he pressed his thumb deeply into it, leaving his print, temporarily marking her.
She felt dizzy and delicious.
“Put your hands at your sides.”
Any urge to protest vanished when she saw the way he loomed over her, sinfully dominant.
With his cuffs rolled back, necktie tossed casually over his shoulder and eyes blazing, she saw what she did to him.
This overwhelming need wasn’t one-sided. That knowledge made her feel powerful.
Lust was banked in his dark-green eyes.
She could deny him nothing.
Slowly she moved her hands from her throbbing pussy.
Keeping the candle a foot or more from her, he drew a broken line as he continued to move down, farther and farther. He wouldn’t…
“Show me your clit.”
She’d never been more terrorized by a command. Nervously she glanced from his face to the flame then met his gaze. Kelsey fell back through her memories, of the things he’d asked her to do, her hesitations, her triumphs.
The candle started to drip. He put his hand beneath it, capturing it, letting it harmlessly splat in his palm.
She clenched and unclenched her butt cheeks, searching for courage, wondering if she’d find it and knowing she’d regret it if she didn’t.
“You’re curious. You want to know. How bad will it hurt? How much pleasure will it give?”
“More than anything.”
“Then pull back that hood.” Waiting, Nathan turned the candle upright, letting a reservoir of molten wax pool.
With her jaw clenched, she squeezed her eyes closed and used the index fingers on both hands to expose the tiny bit of nerves. This…this she couldn’t watch.
Her breaths came so fast she almost panted, and she expected him to encourage her to relax, maybe to ask if she was ready, but a series of warm drips seared her, making her scream, writhe, beg…fuck if she wasn’t begging for more.
He dropped one more, much closer, so searing she orgasmed with a shriek…the most intense thing she’d ever endured.
And then, then it was over.
She was gasping, and she inhaled the sharp scent of smoke as he blew out the candle. After wiping her body clean, he helped her to sit and pulled her against his chest. It took a couple of seconds for her to realize that he’d sat on the bed, back propped against the headboard, and that he was holding her close, saying amazing, loving, approving things against her ear. Kelsey held on to them as if they were a lifesaver, breathing with him, matching the rise and fall of his chest until the room came into focus.
Kelsey had no idea how long he cradled her against him. All she knew was that he was the one she’d turned to for comfort.
Long moments later, she became aware of the hardness of his cock beneath her.
And that was the one thing that would complete her.
The orgasms had been spectacular. He’d taken her places she had not even been capable of imagining. But the truth was, she was restless, unsated. She ached to have his cock in her. It was as if the scene wasn’t real without it.
She turned and straddled him.
With unusual boldness, she began to unfasten his necktie.
His eyes were an interesting color, a mix of dark and light, focus and curiosity. It unnerved her. But she continued, pulling the knot free.
“Did you think I was done with you?” His mouth twitched in an appealing way that made him seem younger, more accessible.
Her heart melted. “I was hoping you still wanted sex,” she admitted.
He reacted so fast she could never have prepared for it. Within a second, he had her pinned flat on her back, arms over her head.
“What do you want, Kelsey?” He plucked the tie from her hands.
His voice was raw with passion, giving her courage to meet him with her own truth. “You,” she said. “In me.”
Expertly, he threaded the tie around her wrists and looped it through in a figure eight. When she tried to pull loose, the knot tightened, effectively preventing her from moving.
Nathan climbed from the bed but stayed close where she could see him. He unfastened the first few buttons on his shirt then pulled the hem free from his waistband and undid the rest.
Finally.
God, he was sensational.
She took the opportunity to drink him i
n. His chest had the exact amount of hair that she preferred, arrowing down toward his honed abs, and his waist was trim. The result of his hours in the gym showed in each cut muscle, every bit of precise definition.
Nathan’s biceps were even more defined than she’d remembered, though with the way he effortlessly moved her around, she should have known.
Kelsey wasn’t the type to drool over hot men like some of her friends. Rather, she hadn’t been until now.
He bent to remove his shoes and socks before unfastening his trousers and letting them slide down his powerful legs.
Beneath his tight navy briefs, his dick was hard. The material barely contained his straining erection.
Restlessly she shifted, impatience making her body tingle.
Nathan took the time to drape his pants over the footboard and tuck his socks inside his shoes before slipping them under the bed. Once again, she wondered what it would take for him to lose even a little of his carefully harnessed self-control.
Finally he removed his underwear. He was every bit as big as she might have guessed. She’d never been with a man whose cock was so thick. As she watched him roll a condom on, she moved around a bit, preparing for his penetration.
He knelt on the bed between her legs and squeezed her nipples.
In response, she pushed her ass into the mattress. His touch was torturous and not nearly enough.
He stuck two fingers into his mouth then rubbed between her legs. Her heated flesh blazed. Nathan had sensitized her skin, and each touch seemed magnified. She’d never felt more alive.
With gentle strokes that were a contrast to the way he’d been with her, he slid his fingers in and out of her pussy, preparing her.
Not just from the physical way he treated her, but because he was so determined to care for her, she was starting to care for him. And that, she knew, would be disastrous.
He continued to torment her, and when she was slick, he pressed his cockhead into her opening, and she moaned. The contact was even more than she’d hoped for, intimate on an entirely different level.
“Tell me you want me.”
“Mr. Donovan, I almost grabbed your dick and put it in me a couple of minutes ago.”
Despite that, he moved slower than she’d hoped, entering her then pulling out before going in again a little deeper.
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