Red Hots

by Hines, Yvette

  Yes, there was pain, but the pure, unadulterated, intense sensation caused by the paddle meeting her ass hard and jolting the plug inside her turned her core upside down and set it on fire. The impact made her positive of one thing, she was going to come.

  Whack!

  Tighter she held the bar and stopped breathing. She tensed her body, too afraid to relax. Each smack shifted the double balled toy and made it feel as if she was being fucked in the ass.

  Whack! Whack! Whack!

  It went on and on. Masaun struck her ass and the back of her thighs with solid precision.

  Whack! Whack!

  The anal stimulation was too much to take.

  Oh, no, oh, no, ohnoooo…

  “Relax, Song Sparrow. Breathe.” His voice was raspy as he barked out the order.

  She exhaled and inhaled. The rush of oxygen caused her head to spin. She began to see spots and feel light-headed. She didn’t know which would happen first, would she pass out or come. Either way, she knew Sir would be mad.

  Then her mind went blank and every sound and sensation became more intense. Coolness raced along her body, causing goose bumps to pop up on her skin even as heat spread around her ass.

  Everything shifted in her, the pain became a numbing pleasure and the pleasure seemed to sever the ties she had to anything but Sir.

  Her hands gripped the bar as if fused to it and her head and body rested heavily on the bench but she felt weightless and calm.

  “That’s it, Song Sparrow. Let go.”

  Whack!

  With no more than a formidable pressure in her lower belly and throbbing of her clit, she came—hard. Shaking and quivering, her body spasmed as her own fluids raced down her legs. She couldn’t stop it.

  Crying out, she rode the wave that folded into a second one before it let her go.

  “Shh. Shh. It’s okay.”

  As Dom Hawk pulled her from the bench and folded her into his arms before carrying her to the couch, she realized she was crying. Racking sobs twisted in a confusing blend of extreme pleasure and sadness. She disobeyed her Dom. That’s who he’d become to her in that moment. The man that owned her body and her actions, even parts of her mind were commanded by him. In the moment of release, something had snapped inside of her. She was no longer the same Kindle Langston that had entered his house over an hour ago.

  “I’m sorry, Sir.” She buried her face in the curve of his neck, too weak to do anything else.

  “Just breathe.” He laid her down on the couch and draped the blanket over her as he caressed her face. “I’ll get you some water.” Straightening, he headed out of the room.

  She felt too disoriented to concentrate on following his steps through the house. Unsure of what her body was going through, she felt tired and high all at the same time. Her body felt sensitive all over, even the blanket that was touching her was stimulating her response. The urge to wiggle against it and stroke it over her skin was intense. She remained still. One disappointment to Dom Hawk was enough.

  “Here, drink this.”

  Opening her eyes, not sure when she had closed them, she saw him squatting before her holding a tall glass with a straw in it. His gaze was pensive. There was still a dark intensity to his eyes making them more green than grey; however, they were more assessing.

  Sipping the water, she held his gaze. Should she apologize again? He’d shushed her and had not given her permission to speak again. She kept her silence and drank.

  When the glass was half empty, he removed it. “Lay here for a moment and rest.”

  He rose and moved out of her line of vision. She assumed he went to the cabinet to set the glass down because when he walked into her sight again he was now carrying a towel and a spray bottle. She watched him cross to the bench and spritz the kneeling pad that she could see was already shining with a liquid.

  Her face heated up and she pulled the blanket higher. Shit, did I do that? Did I urinate?

  She wasn’t sure what had happened, but it was all-consuming and wonderful, even as it had frightened her not to be able to control it. Her sex was still throbbing between her slick thighs. Even with the plug still shoved up her ass, she knew if she even tightened around it just a little it would cause a chain reaction of pleasure. Most likely not to the extent she’d undergone with Dom Hawk paddling her ass and causing the spark that ignited the electrical current that even now hummed through her body. Part of that humming was roused by the hot pulses of her backside from his skillful sessions.

  When he was done, he turned to her. He stared at her across the room, his face still unsmiling, even in its relaxed state. Foreboding sat deep in her stomach, a lead weight that anchored her high down to a mid-level when she wanted to soar.

  Everything put away, he returned to the couch. Scooping his hands beneath her shoulder and knees, he lifted her. Turning, he slowly lowered himself to the couch. It always shocked her how easily he hoisted and maneuvered her body around. She was slim but tall, adding to her weight. However, she assumed that when a man was six four and well-muscled, he didn’t cower around the bulk of a woman.

  “How are you feeling?” He removed the hand behind her knee and brushed a wild lock away from her face.

  Settling lower in his lap, she bit back the moan at the top of her throat wanting to escape as the plug still in place bumped his thigh.

  “I’ll remove that in a moment.”

  “Thank you, Sir.” She was relieved knowing it would be gone soon. Not because it hurt, but because the object made it hard for her to focus and not imagine other wicked things in its place.

  “I asked you a question, Song Sparrow.”

  She recalled it, but was unsure how to answer. Licking her lips, she looked into his eyes then away quickly. What she had to admit, she didn’t think she could gaze at him while saying it.

  Unwilling to allow her to lose eye contact, he pressed a finger to her chin and guided her view back on him. She noted the single brow was quirked high announcing clearly to her that there would be a consequence to her not keeping her gaze fixed on him.

  “I-I…feel a little embarrassed and ashamed, Sir.”

  “Why?” His tone was low.

  “I failed you.” It was painful to admit, but she was compelled to be honest with him.

  “Now you’re speaking for me, Song Sparrow.”

  “No…I—” she shut her mouth. Inhaling, she allowed her gaze to roam his features. They were too stoic for her to detect his true feelings. “No, Sir. However you instructed me not to come and I…” She wasn’t sure what to call it. What had I done?

  “Let’s just say you had an unrestrained gushing combined with a multiple orgasm. There are other terms I consider crasser, but that amount to the same thing.” He hadn’t raised his voice and was steadily stroking along the curve of her chin gently.

  Her mind returned to the experience she’d had on the bench and the quick burst of fluid that rained down from her sex and the intense climax that followed.

  “You would not have been able to halt it if you tried.”

  “I did try, Sir.” She believed it was important for him to know that she had not wanted to go against his command.

  “I know you did.” His eyes darkened. There was a certainty of fact there in his gaze. “If I’d realized for one moment that you were so anally aroused to the point of such a quick and intense orgasm, I would not have used the plug or paddled your sweet ass for so long. So, the error in judgment is mine.” Curling his finger beneath her chin, he used his thumb to caress her lips. “However, you have no need of embarrassment. It was in fact one of the most beautiful and erotic sights I have witnessed and been a part of in a long time.”

  She comprehended the truth of his words, but caught the sliver of sadness weaved into his tone. Was it possible that such a skilled Dominant who trained others had in some way been remiss in being fulfilled in his own pleasure?

  “Part your knees so I may remove the plug.” His hand shifted the bl
anket from her body and glided along her stomach toward her sex.

  Resting back against the arm around her shoulder, she tried to relax as a shiver of excitement raced along her skin.

  Trying to distract herself from his touch, she took in the muscled and broad chest along her side. His warm skin below her palm was well sculpted. She wanted to trace every peak and valley down his tight abs. However, she remained still.

  The thighs beneath her bottom were firm and flexed slightly as he shifted some, angling himself to the side as he worked past her sex to her ass. She knew those thighs, had felt them thrusting between her legs as his hard cock pounded into her.

  Just the thought of his cock made her think about the stiff member at the V of his thighs. She felt the impression of its hard length pressing into her hip. Unable to help herself, she wiggled against it.

  The smarting on the inside of her open thigh grabbed her attention.

  “Be still, Song Sparrow.”

  The sting pulsated down the center of her leg and reawakened her clit. She wished he had touched her pussy. Her body was still aching and wired. She desired his hands there stroking her to pleasure.

  He was hard. Not a shocker since she knew that the sessions usually turned him on just as much as they did her. However, feeling the distinct ridge restrained inside his jeans made a shiver race through her.

  Masaun’s gentle caress as he cupped her ass briefly then parted her cheeks and slipped the plug from her didn’t cause her desire to recede either, but burn hotter. She moaned and tried not to give attention to her throbbing clit or the empty ache in her backside.

  He tossed the plug and she heard a soft thud and assumed it had landed on the towel he had used earlier.

  “Are you better now?” He shifted his body and settled again as he rested his hand low on her stomach above her pubic bone and stroked lightly.

  Better? Emotionally she felt more calm and focused, but physically she felt more heightened and aware of Masaun than she ever had before. Pulling her thighs together she tried to snuff the fire burning in her. “For the most part.”

  “Is there something else you require?” His gaze, that deeper green shade, held hers.

  Her heart was pounding and her core was a swirl of unstated needed. Yes, she had an earth-shaking orgasm, but without Masaun physically part of it she still felt incomplete.

  “Am I allowed to make a request, Sir?”

  His finger dragged along the bottom curve of one of her cheeks then stilled. “Yes.”

  “I want you to take me upstairs and bury yourself deep inside of me.” She allowed the words to fall from her lips.

  “What part of myself?” he taunted.

  There was no doubt in her mind that he knew exactly what she was talking about. His gaze was clear and unwavering. He was going to make her state what she wanted.

  “Your cock, Sir.” There she’d said it, bold as brass without a quiver of hesitation. If that’s what it took to get her what she wanted, then she’d do it.

  Flinging the rest of the blanket from her, he hooked his arm below her knees and held her tight against him for a moment.

  Sliding her arms up around his neck, she pressed her breasts along his chest and stroked her distended nipples over his hot skin.

  Groaning, he rose.

  Needing more contact with him, she kissed him. Right there in the middle of his play room as he stood holding her. She knew she wasn’t supposed to, that the area was strictly for play, but she didn’t care. The desire to bond with him on multiple levels had her feeling bold and wanton.

  When the kiss ended, she realized they were already on the other side of the door strutting toward the front stairs.

  “I’m going to give you exactly what you asked for, Song Sparrow.”

  Hearing her scene name, the one he had given her, on his lips made her whimper with joy inside. Their session was technically over and they had left the room and he was under no requirements not to call her Kindle. However, his use of Song Sparrow mad her aware, that like her, Dom Hawk wasn’t ready or willing to let his ownership go.

  That knowledge thrilled her. She wanted to belong to him, be his for just a little while longer.

  Upstairs he set her on the edge of the bed.

  When he stepped back and took hold of the button of his jeans, she spoke up. “May I undress you, Sir?”

  He paused and his chest swelled as he stared at her, then slowly lowered his hands to his side. “You may.”

  Excitedly she slid to the floor. This was another first for her, the desire to serve. The other men she’d been with had efficiently undressed as she removed her own clothes, normally while they were still discussing various litigation issues. There had never been this passionate abandonment and reckless sexual behavior she experienced with Dom Hawk.

  His shoes and socks came off first as he balanced from one foot to the other and lifted the opposite up for her. She stared at his pale toes against the dark blue of his carpet. The thought that a man’s feet were sexy had never crossed her mind, but it did now as she looked at the strong, masculine pair before her.

  Smiling, she glided her gaze and hands up his jean-clad legs until she reached the button. She made quick work of the fastenings as the chink of each tooth of his zipper echoed in the silence. Taking his pants and underwear down until he stepped out of them, she soon found herself face to face with his hard cock.

  The trim hair surrounding his thick length and his robust scent more prominent in her current position tempted her to touch him. Her mouth felt overly moist as she considered the feel of him along her tongue.

  She started to reach for him and paused. She hadn’t asked permission to touch him. Gazing up at him, she asked, “May I touch you, Sir?”

  The intensity in his gaze made his eyes appear almost black with desire. He cupped her cheek then his thumb caressed her lips. “You may do as you will, my Song Sparrow.”

  She took that to mean he was giving her authority over him. Even if temporarily, she was thrilled to have it. There was no desire in her to dominate him or any man, but she liked the knowledge of being able to please how she wanted to.

  Wrapping her hands around his cock, she stroked the silky steel. His skin was hot against her palm, like a match. The feel of him built the inferno within her. She noticed the bead of fluid race from the opening at the tip and run down to her fingers below his crown. Reaching her other hand up, she swiped the droplet with her finger and brought it to her mouth. The briny sweet blend was a welcome flavor on her tongue, making her want more of him.

  She squeezed and pumped his cock. When another bead crested the top, she leaned forward and flattened her tongue below it and licked up then over the tip.

  His sigh was loud. With his hand still on her cheek, she felt the slight tremble in it. The response made her grin and she courageously slipped her hand lower as she took him into her mouth. The desire to feel him quake more from the power she wielded over him was intoxicating. The broad head of his cock stretched her mouth wide as she drew him deeper. Pressing him further, she rolled her tongue beneath his shaft.

  “Shit…” he groaned. “That feels damn good.”

  Her set life may not have been adventurous, but she was no shrinking violet when it came to giving head. However, with all she knew she still gave him more and took him in until she couldn’t consume anymore. She loved him with her mouth and hand.

  He widened his stance as she swirled her tongue around the crown, ensuring she grazed the sensitive area just below with her tongue.

  One hand continued to stroke his stiff cock while she moved her free hand from his stone-cut thigh and cupped his sacks. Full and tight they sat high against the base of his shaft. Up and down, she kept her mouth snug around him as she fisted his dick.

  Hissing through clenched teeth, he buried his other hand in her hair and gripped it, pulling her strands loose from the clip that she’d put on it that morning to hold it back away from her face. Still cuppi
ng her cheek, he began to catch her rhythm and thrust into her parted lips.

  It was her turn to moan. She enjoyed the power he willed and the pleasure he took from her. Her lips would be swollen and tender tomorrow like her ass, but she didn’t care. It would remind her that she’d been claimed by him.

  Purposely, she allowed her bottom teeth to gingerly scrape the underside of the head of his cock each time he pulled back.

  The growl that exploded from his mouth was graveled and low in his chest as he pistoned forward, bumping into the back of her throat, sparking tears in the corner of her eyes. He became animalistic, untamed in his thrusting, fulfilling his need in her. She didn’t shy away from his onslaught, but created a firm suction around him, attempting to push him to the end of his restraint that he was always tethered to.

  As she pumped faster with her fisted hand around the velvety steel, she could feel his balls recede further up against his base. Clearly reading the signs, she understood if they continued in the passionate unison, she would soon have the satisfaction of tasting his release.

  “Enough!” he commanded, his voice coming out breathless and tight. As if the order was not only for her, but himself as well, he ceased all movement—his hand still twisted in her hair.

  Immediately, she relaxed her jaw and lowered her hand. Forlorn, she allowed him to pull away from her as he took a step back. When he released her hair a small clatter sounded behind her as her clip fell from her hair as her thick heavy waves cascaded around her shoulders.

  Gazing up at him from her kneeling position, she watched him take a deep breath, expanding his chest. She wondered if she should ask if he would allow her to finish him off.

  When he lowered his eyes to her, the fervor revealed there let her know he was reclaiming the control of the night. Not that she ever felt she had it, but while she held him in her hands and mouth, she’d felt powerful.

  “Get on the bed, now. On your knees, Song Sparrow.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Excitement and apprehension battled in her core, both trying for dominance as she scrambled up onto the bed. However, she refused to allow herself to fear the unknown coming her way, or him. She trusted him too much. He’d earned it over her body and her emotions.