Red Hots

by Hines, Yvette

  Shifting his gaze toward her for a moment, he warned, “You just remember that turnabout is fair play.”

  “Deal.”

  “Naomi was more like a long-term contracted submissive. Firefly, her scene name, was a trainee of mine. She was bold, adventurous and enjoyed many levels of bondage, to a certain extent. We had a mutual attraction and soon after her training was complete, I invited her to be my permanent submissive. She agreed. We continued together for a year, what seemed like a perfect match.”

  He paused as he drove out of the tunnel and along the bridge.

  “What happened?” she prompted. She wasn’t sure why she was invested in hearing the story of his past relationship, but she was. The question of how deeply in love Masaun had been with his former submissive and was even now harboring a broken heart weighed on her mind.

  “She got a job offer, a higher paying position in another state and she took it.”

  Shocked, Kindle turned and stared at him. “Just like that?”

  “For the most part. She was a go getter. A hardworking career woman, her career always came first and I knew that.” He inhaled and let it out. “I understood what we had was temporary. I wasn’t looking for a long-term relationship and evidently neither was she. I cared about her, but I didn’t love her. I can only assume she felt the same toward me.”

  She couldn’t help but feel relieved at his words, but she chalked it up to the hours she spent getting to know him. Not just as a competent Dom, but as a man.

  “Your turn. Who was your last boyfriend and why did it end?”

  “Oh, gracious, trust me, my love life has not been noteworthy at all.” She stared out the window and thought of the men she had dated for varied lengths of time.

  “Was there one that got away?”

  Shaking her head, she said, “No, I can’t say there was. Matter fact, my last boyfriend is actually the defense attorney on this trial.”

  His head snapped in her direction. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

  “Nope. Simeon and I broke up a while ago. We’re still friends.”

  “What caused you two to end?” Masaun asked, exiting off the interstate onto Granby Street.

  “I think the better question would be what caused it to begin.” She sighed.

  When he glanced away from the road at her for a moment with a perplexed look, she said, “Strange comment I know. However, it’s the question I’m usually left with after I’ve ended it with someone. Why did the relationship even start?”

  “What do you come up with?”

  “We were friends from school. He was comfortable. We didn’t really ask anything of each other. So, when we both got bored, it just ended. One day I didn’t call and he didn’t come over and that was that. We saw each other a few weeks later in court and we both were fine with it. No hard feelings.”

  “Forgive me for saying this, Kindle. However, I couldn’t imagine as passionate and brave as you are, in everything you do, that you could be all right with a mediocre relationship.” He looked at her, his intense laurel eyes holding some message as he sat at the red light by her condo.

  She was flattered by his words. No one had ever thought of her as passionate before. “A man that never asked much of me or took my focus away from my career always seemed to work well for me.” Before, she wanted to add, but kept the word to herself. Staring into those perceptive eyes, she felt like he could read her mind and her heart. She had never believed she’d been disappointed in what she and Simeon, or any other ex, had, until now. Until she met Masaun and he’d turned her world and everything she believed upside down.

  No other man had ever made her feel like Masaun, as if her heart would leap out of her chest when she was around them or cause her skin to tingle and heat instantly at a glance or a light touch. She had to remind herself that no ex had made her as frustrated and angry as Masaun either. The Dom was commanding and bossy. He could make her want to scream, in several different ways.

  Reaching over the center console, he took hold of her hand in her lap.

  Warmth spread along her arms and up her thighs from the places his hand touched her. Her breath became labored.

  He continued to her home until he pulled up behind her car in front of the house. Neither of them moved.

  “This was not my thought when I asked you to accompany me.” His hand held hers steady. He didn’t stroke the back of her hand with his thumb or squeeze it.

  It was her turn to look at him curiously. She was a smart woman and could feel the strong attraction between them that had been building all day while they were on their outing. However, she sat quietly.

  “Come home with me, Song Sparrow. Not because it is the scheduled night, which it isn’t, but because you want to.”

  She had anticipated him wanting this day to go to the next expected step. Hell, the light kisses and soft touches he’d been giving her in the zoo had her sex throbbing and her nipples tightened. It wouldn’t be a far stretch for her to take a leap and get some relief from a man that was amazing in the sheets. She had even considered asking him in when they arrived at her place.

  However, Masaun had not only flipped the script and asked her to go home with him, he’d used her scene name. Just by that she knew he wasn’t just inviting her to heat up the sheets at his home, but submit to him as well. Could she do this? Willingly go with him, not because her day was stressed and she needed release and help to focus, but just because he was Masaun and she was Kindle. Or more to the point he was Sir and she was his Song Sparrow.

  “Yes, Sir. I will go with you.” She didn’t allow herself to consider whether or not it was the right decision, but relaxed and enjoyed being with the man beside her as he drove away.

  CHAPTER twelve

  “Have you ever had anal sex before or any form of anal play, Song Sparrow?”

  Kindle stood nude in the center of Masaun’s playroom, where he stood before her bare-chested in the same black jeans he’d worn earlier.

  Allowing herself to swallow the thump that trapped itself in her throat at his question, she admitted, “No, Sir.”

  He nodded. “Come with me.” He led her around to the cabinet then pulled out the top drawer.

  She gasped at the array of items and sizes inside.

  “Am I to assume your toy drawer at home is not so extensive?” he joked as the corners of his lips curved ever so slightly toward a smile.

  “Sir, I don’t believe that any drawer is as stocked outside of a toy shop.” Most of the items within the space she could identify as dildos, vibrators and plugs, stuff she recognized from parties some of her girlfriends had thrown in undergrad. However, there were plenty of things in there she had no clue how they worked or what they were for. “I don’t have a toy drawer.”

  When he didn’t respond, she lifted her gaze to his. One brow was raised in a perfect high arc.

  “But, you masturbate.”

  It was a statement of fact more than a question, but she answered it anyway. “Yes, Sir, but only with my hand.” Nervous about the conversation and what might be coming, she licked her lips.

  His gaze scanned her face then he said, “That’s good to know.” Directing the conversation back to the accoutrements, he went on, “All of these things are new and have been cleaned and sanitized. I never mix toys from one submissive to the next. When this,” he waved his hand between them, “is over, the toys will be replaced. You may choose to take them with you at that time.”

  Her gut sank. Standing before him nude and just having had an enjoyable day with him, she didn’t want to think about their relationship, as challenging as it might be, ending. Not right now. Not while she still needed him.

  Reaching into the drawer, he pulled out a double balled item. “This is one of many anal plugs I have.” He held it up before her. “As you can see, it is only about three inches from tip to base.”

  She did notice the short size. If it were a dildo, most of her friends would have laughed at the siz
e of it. However, considering where it was going the last thing she felt like doing was laughing. There was a tip, about the width of a finger and below that was the first circle, the size of a marble and then the stem narrowed again, but slightly thicker than a finger. The second bulge was approximately the circumference of a quarter and at the bottom of it was a loop, most likely to remove the item from the person’s ass. She clenched her butt cheeks with the thought.

  “How do you feel about anal play, Song Sparrow?”

  Glancing up from the object in his hand to meet his gaze, she bit the inside of her lip. Did she tell him that she felt as if she were about to be impaled? Or that she imagined it to be extremely painful. “Having had no prior experience with it, Sir, I’m not sure.”

  Reaching out, he opened a single door of the cabinet and removed a jar. Unscrewing the top he set it to the side. He dipped two fingers inside and collected some of the clear, bluish gel substance inside. “Hold your hand out.”

  Obeying him, she lifted a hand and held it palm up.

  Stepping closer to her, he placed the dollop in her palm and began spearing it around and around. It was cool and slick, it felt silky gliding over her skin.

  “This is a lube. A Dom and sub I know own an erotic herbal store.” He then closed her hand and, holding it, he squeezed it into a fist, so that it was tight, but not causing her any pain. Pressing the tip of the plug to the bottom swirl by her pinky he pushed against her. Even though their hands were clenched firmly the item, guided by Masaun who held the loop, began to easily breach her finger with the aid of the slick gel.

  He pulled back a little, wiggling slightly as he guided it back in.

  Keeping the movement up, his gaze never left hers. “Do you feel the smoothness of it, Song Sparrow?”

  Licking her lips, she said, “Yes, Sir.”

  “See how it feels in the tightness of your fist?” He now had the first ball deep in her palm, working it in and out.

  Her heart rate picked up, not only from his nearness and warm touch, but from the sensation of the firm silicone gliding in and around her palm. “Yes, Sir.”

  Pushing more, the tip exited the top of her hand as he pressed the larger ball past her pinky. In and out he slipped.

  The sensation caused heat to spread up her arm and down her chest, tightening her nipples as it settled into her core.

  “Can you imagine me working this into your ass? Feeling the thickness opening you and slipping along your walls as I thrust in and out.” He was moving the plug along her palm to the cadence of his slow speech as his dark eyes held hers.

  Her sex began to throb and the wetness from her pussy started seeping between her labia. Damn, had any man ever had her so turned on just by his voice, his touch or a simple instructional action? Hell, with Masaun nothing was simple.

  “Yes, Sir, I can imagine it.” However, it wasn’t the object in his hand she saw him working into her body but his cock—thick and hard—claiming her.

  “Do you trust me?” His hand stopped moving the plug, pausing it inside her hand.

  She tightened her fingers and felt them slip over the two circles. “Yes, I trust you, Sir.” She didn’t hesitate in her response. The realization of how true her words were, that she did trust this man, caused her heart to thump wildly in her chest. Never before had she given that level of trust to any man. To use and command her body as he saw fit and knowing he would not abuse her. However, that was the level of confidence she had in Masaun in times like this.

  Removing the plug from her hand, he let her go. Opening the same door of the cabinet he reached in and removed a dark blue hand towel from the second shelf where several were folded and stacked neatly. He wiped the goop from her hand then said, “Get on the spanking bench.”

  Following his directive, she turned and went to the bench. Assuming the position he’d had her take the last time she was on it, she lay along the leather padding and grabbed the bar at the end of it. She was not ignorant to the way the bench posed her body. Like the last time, her ass was high and available to him.

  “Spread your knees.” He was standing somewhere behind her.

  Knowing better than to look over her shoulder at him, she silently walked her knees out along the wide kneeling rung in opposite directions. Once they were about shoulder width apart she stopped.

  He placed a palm on her cheek, squeezed and said, “Relax, Song Sparrow. Breathe and feel. I won’t hurt you.” As he spoke he spread her ass apart and began smearing the same cool substance around her anal opening.

  She gasped. Not because she was nervous, which she was, but because she didn’t anticipate that area being so sensitive. His slick touch made her want to wiggle her hips and arch herself back.

  “Try and be still. Let me control the entry.”

  Freezing, she was shocked that she had been moving, even as she had been thinking about it.

  When he pressed the tip of his finger into her, began to coat her internally with the gel, she tightened her hands on the bar. She couldn’t hold back the sigh as she shivered at the invasion.

  Shit, have I always been susceptible to anal stimulation and never knew it? It was a huge possibility. Since no other boyfriend had ever broached the conversation, let alone the act, she had no way of knowing. Yes, she felt the pressure and slight stretching as his finger moved deeper in and out of her ass, but there was still the erotic delight of the act. Feeling him inside of her.

  “That’s it, relax and open just like that,” he praised her. Removing his finger, he started to push the plug against her.

  She almost tensed, preferring his touch to something foreign, but she held still and breathed. As the first ball entered, there was a slight burning and stretching sensation, but not enough discomfort to halt the heat that started to frisson up her spine.

  Masaun twisted it slowly and slid it in and out until she easily accepted it. When it moved deeper and she felt the push of the larger circle widen the tight rim of her ass as the smaller ball manipulated the second ring further up her rear wall, she tightened her hands around the bar feeling the slippery handle beneath her hands. She was sweating, even as she’d been relaxing and enjoying the nefarious fondling this was still something new and strange.

  Startled by Masaun’s touch on her shoulder, she jumped.

  “Relax, Song Sparrow. Just breathe.” He continued to stroke slowly along her spine.

  She began to concentrate on the hand touching her back instead of the object making its way into her ass. Finally, everything stopped. Masaun’s hand rested still on her back and the plug ceased its progression. She realized that it was all the way in. The sensation was intense, the feeling of fullness overwhelming, but erotically delightful just the same. Unable to resist, she flexed her cheeks and tightened her ass around the item and moaned. Her mind recalled the feeling of Masaun’s finger first and then the toy gliding in and out of her ass and she wanted that compelling experience again.

  She squeezed again and felt it slip ever so slightly along her snug, ultra-sensitive flesh. Her clit responded and throbbed, wanting to be stroked.

  The pleading words were almost out of her mouth when she felt the smack on her ass.

  “Ah!” The squeak of pleasure shot out of her mouth before she could restrain it. However, the small spark on her cheek echoed in the channel of her ass and ignited a blaze in her pussy.

  “Don’t you dare come, Song Sparrow.”

  Shit, what? How did he know she was already so close?

  Sighing, she dropped her head onto the bench between her outstretched arms. “Yes, Sir.

  He no longer touched her and she could hear his soft steps as he walked away. There was no sound of the cabinet or drawers before she picked up on the subtle movement of his return.

  “Look at me.” He was standing beside her now.

  Raising her head, she turned it to the left and glanced at the domineering man beside her.

  Lifting something up, he held it before her gaze
. “This is a paddle or sometimes referred to as a slapper. It is thick, but made from leather, so it has more give to it. Something I like.” He grabbed the end with his other hand and flexed it. It didn’t bend much but enough for her to see it wasn’t completely stiff like a board.

  She observed the object as he spoke. From where he held the handle to the tip between his fingers the black rectangle was about eight inches in length and three inches in width. The sight of it caused her heart to race and her ass to recall the memory of the previous spanking he’d administered with his hand. The flogger had been a different sensation all together. How would this paddle feel in comparison?

  “Are you ready to begin?”

  As I’ll ever be. “Yes, Sir.”

  He continued to assess her features for a few moments then turned and moved out of her range of sight. She knew he had not gone far because she was acutely aware of his imposing presence near her.

  Then she felt him. He started giving her light taps around her ass. Just pats with the slapper in various places over her cheeks and the back of her thighs.

  It amazed her that even from the gentle taps, her bottom became warm.

  When the force of them increased slightly, bringing a little more sting with each one, she focused in on her breathing. Filling her lungs with the cool air, she relaxed and went through a process of emptying her mind of everything but Masaun and what he was doing to her.

  “Remember, you do not have permission to come, Song Sparrow.”

  His deep timbre stroked her senses and stimulated her even more. However, she wondered about his command. Yes the process of getting the plug in her ass had been arousing, but unless he was going to begin moving it in and out of her ass she couldn’t see how she would even be pushed to the point of climax. Even taking into account how turned on the sessions with Masaun made her.

  He paused in the firm taps and she understood that the first real blow was coming.

  Whack!

  The strike landed dead center on her left ass cheek and was quickly followed by a mirrored blow to the other side and she instantly sucked in her breath then bit down on her bottom lip to stifle the scream of pleasure.