by Zara Chase
“I would have thought that was impossible, controlling the pain I mean, except I saw the way Tanya responded when Ward flogged her.”
Jack chuckled. “Tanya has a nice, comfortable ass, which is one of the first things Ward liked about her. She knows exactly how to control her breathing so as to absorb the pain and it’s Ward’s job to ensure he doesn’t shortchange her, at the same time not pushing her beyond her endurance threshold. Tanya’s appetites are, shall we say, epic, and she’s the first to admit she feels aggrieved if she doesn’t have a few bruises to show for Ward’s efforts at the end of a session in the dungeon.”
Chelsea flexed a brow, having trouble assimilating all she was hearing. “That’s quite a responsibility for Ward.”
“You have no idea.” Jack fixed her with a stern look. “Okay, babe, strip for me, then we’ll give you your first whipping.”
“I still don’t know how to—”
“Chelsea!”
Jack’s deep, authoritative voice had her ripping off her clothing without him needing to say anything more than her name. She was nervous, scared of disappointing him, but didn’t have any doubts this was what she wanted to do. Excitement spiraled through her, tinged with a modicum of anxiety. The spanking she had received the night before hadn’t hurt, it was true, but it was very light compared to what Jack probably intended for her this time. That was what she wanted to explain to him. She had never been big on pain and had no idea how to absorb it.
Except that she did.
When he’d pinched her nipples earlier, she instinctively inhaled sharply and let that breath out slowly. Her reward was a deep jolt of pleasure that pooled in the pit of her stomach, and lower. In spite of the fact that she knew nothing about Jack, in spite of the fact that he had a loaded gun in his desk and a mysterious past she knew nothing about, she trusted him to look after her. And trust was the key to this game he set so much stock by.
When she was naked, she glanced up to see him watching her. His jeans were still flapping open and, if anything, his erection had grown in stature. Dark flames leapt in his eyes as he watched her with obvious appreciation. Without looking away from her, he reached behind him to one of the drawers she hadn’t gotten around to searching the night before and removed something from it. He slid it over the end of his erection and settled it into place at the base of his cock.
“A cock ring,” he explained in answer to her unasked question. “It slows the flow of blood and will allow me to maintain an erection for longer. With you looking the way you do, all innocent yet curious, nervous but excited, I’m gonna need all the help I can get.”
“You plan to fuck me with that thing on? Won’t it hurt?”
“Nah, it’ll blow your mind. The silicone will rub against the sensitized walls of your cunt and make it feel a ton better.”
“Oh.”
“Talking of which, are you on the pill?” She nodded. “You willing to let me fuck you without a condom? I’m clean.”
“Me too, and that will be just fine.”
Jack slowly shook his head. “Oh, darlin’, you just made my day!”
Chelsea trembled beneath the intensity of his probing gaze, desperately wanting him to pull her into his arms and kiss her senseless, if only to reassure. But she could tell that wasn’t his intention. He got off on doing things his way and, unlike her, appeared to possess an endless supply of self-control.
“We need a safe word,” he reminded her. “What’s it to be?”
“Black ice.”
He chuckled. “Okay, that’ll work. If I do anything you don’t like, use those words and I’ll stop straight away, no questions asked. Then we can talk about it, figure out why you didn’t like something that would give me pleasure and take it from there. You okay with that?”
No pressure then? “Yes.”
“Excuse me?”
His voice rumbled deep and dissatisfied. It took Chelsea a moment realize what she’d done wrong.
“I mean, yes, Sir,” she said hastily.
“That’s more like it. Now, before I chastise you, I’m gonna get some clamps on those gorgeous nipples of yours.” He reached into the same drawer and withdrew what she assumed must be the clamps in question. They looked brutal, but Tanya hadn’t seemed to mind them and Jack wanted to see her wearing them, so wear them she would. He produced a tube of something and approached her.
“Lube,” he explained. “You’re gonna see a lot of it over the next few days.”
He lifted one of her breasts and carefully applied lube to her areola. Then he bent his head and breathed hard over the nipple. He chuckled when she gasped and her nipple instantly beaded.
“That’s my responsive girl,” he said, attaching the clamp to the nipple in question. “It works like the cock ring,” he explained. “It slows the blood supply and will make your nipple more sensitive.” He breathed over it again and rasped it with his tongue. She shuddered. “But I guess you already get that part.”
With both clamps in place, joined together by a chain that Jack occasionally tugged at, sending sensations chasing one another through her body, Jack stood back to admire his handiwork.
“Hmm, something’s missing.”
He went to the drawer again and produced a leather studded collar, which he fastened around her neck.
“All subs wear a collar while in their Master’s presence,” he explained. “It shows you’re spoken for and so no other Dom will approach you.”
“Your relationships are monogamous?” she asked, surprised.
“More so than normal relationships. Some of the people who come here are married to others not into the lifestyle, so they link up with a sub or Dom purely to satisfy their sexual desires with their regular partner’s knowledge and approval. Most of the relationships in the dungeon stay in the dungeon, no strings attached. But, and it’s a big but, if you’re having unprotected sex with someone, which is the way most of us like to go, you have to be sure that your partner respects the rules and doesn’t risk bringing anything nasty home from casual liaisons.”
Was the no-strings-attached bit supposed to warn her away from getting too committed? Too late for that. She’d never been able to do casual sex. If she went to bed with a guy, her emotions were engaged. End of…Still no point in scaring him off by telling him that. Her curiosity was piqued, she needed to broaden her horizons and have a little fun, and so it would just have to be her little secret.
“Except Ward, Ross, and Rick,” she pointed out.
“Except for them and a few of the regulars who are into the lifestyle and into each other in everyday life, too.” He produced a plastic implement that resembled a spatula and slapped it hard across his palm.
“Okay, babe, are you ready for your first real spanking?”
She trembled, and not entirely because she was afraid. “Yes, Sir. If that’s what would please you.”
“Whether it pleases me depends upon how well you take it. Go into the bedroom, kneel beside the bed, and lay your torso over it.”
Her legs were shaking so badly that she wondered if they’d hold out. Fortunately they did and she positioned herself the way he wanted her to without falling on her ass and coming across as a pathetic wimp. The clamps bit into her nipples when she rested them on the bed but she absorbed the pain and found that she rather liked the slight discomfort. It distracted her while she waited for Jack to join her.
The wait went on and on. She sensed him standing in the doorway, simply looking at her raised ass, but not saying a word. All part of the mind games, she suspected. He was waiting for her to break the rules by speaking, making demands, which she knew without being told would earn his displeasure. Well, he’d met his match. She might not know much about his physical games but she could play mental ones with him all day.
She absolutely could!
She felt mildly euphoric when, finally, she heard him move behind her. The time had come and she was ready for him. But instead of the first blow she’d bee
n steeling herself to expect, she felt something cool being squirted between the cheeks of her ass.
“Hey, don’t tense up on me.” He patted her butt lightly. “I told you to expect more lube.”
“You’re not going to—”
“Fuck your ass?” She heard the smile in his voice. “Not today, but I already told you, nothing’s off-limits and you will take it that way before I’m done with you.” She felt his hair flopping over her buttocks as he lowered his head and gently bit each cheek in turn. “You’ve got a gorgeous ass, darlin’, and it’s all mine, you hear me?” He grasped her hips as she felt him run the tip of his erection down her crack, as though actually claiming ownership. “But today, I’m just gonna get you used to the idea with a little plug. Don’t fight me now. I can guarantee you’ll love it when you get used to it. You ask Tanya and the others if you doubt it. Tanya hated the idea at first but now she wears one of these little babies for hours at a time, when she’s in the bar, when she’s working, any old time, simply because she can’t get enough of it. And I have a feeling you’re gonna be just as receptive once you get over your hang-ups.”
His words were seductive, persuasive, and she felt her objections falling away. If it was so important to him, then she’d let him do it, but no one would ever convince her she’d find anal sex comforting or rewarding. Already in a frenzy of anticipation, Chelsea tried really hard to relax for him but the moment she felt a slick finger circling her anus, she fought against it. Jack tutted and the thought of disappointing him had her breathing slowly and deeply, thinking about the tingling in her sore nipples to distract herself. The next thing she knew, something intrusive slid into her back passage and Jack grunted with satisfaction.
“There you go, babe. You took it like a natural. How does it feel?”
“Strange. Odd. Like I wanna push it out.”
“Give it a moment. It’s full of oil and your body heat will warm it up. Then you’ll feel differently. Wiggle your backside for me, honey.”
She did so and gasped. Already the thing felt less alien. Perhaps, just perhaps, there might be something to this ass-fucking business after all.
“Yeah, I thought so.” There was satisfaction in his tone. “You and I are gonna have a ball. Hope you’re not planning on getting too much sleep tonight.”
Chelsea continued to circle her backside because she could sense Jack enjoyed watching the show. She was so turned on it felt as though every nerve ending in her body had come alive, clamoring for a little action. Even so, she knew he didn’t want to rush his pleasures and that she would have to learn to be patient. She shuddered when a loud thwack rang out and she felt the plastic thing come to rest lightly against her buttocks.
“Okay, darlin’, now that I have your attention, don’t think I’ve forgotten about your punishment. I’m gonna spank you as hard as I think you can take it but if it gets too much, safe word me. Think you can do that?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Just remember to breathe deeply and exhale slowly and that you’re doing this for my benefit.”
The first blow proper blow was harder than she’d expected and took her by surprise. She made a gurgling sound at the back of her throat but didn’t actually cry out. She was more prepared for the second blow and absorbed it soundlessly. To her astonishment, the sharp pain slowly transmuted to nascent pleasure and the sensation in her clamped nipples intensified.
“Okay?” he asked, breathing heavily himself.
“Yes, Sir. It feels okay.”
“Okay?” Jack chuckled. “We’ll have to see if we can do better than that.”
He gave her a dozen blows, each one a little firmer than its predecessor, and she was almost sorry when they came to an end. Then his tongue gently swirled over the area he’d just chastised and she was more than ready for whatever came next.
“Good girl. You can get up now.” He helped her sit on the edge of the bed. “You okay?”
“Hmm, that was kinda nice. Who knew?”
“You took to it even better than I expected you to. I’m real pleased with you, honey. Look what it did for me.”
She gasped when she looked at the size of his erection. She hadn’t thought it possible for him to be any bigger than he’d been the previous day. She’d obviously gotten that wrong.
“Lay down.”
As soon as she’d done so, Jack straddled her torso, knees on either side of her tits, and slid the tip of his cock into her mouth.
“Taste me, darlin’. Make it bigger so I can fuck you good.”
Chelsea was more than happy to oblige, even if she had trouble imagining him getting any bigger, and sucked him deep into her mouth. She gloried in the devastatingly erotic taste of him, glad of the opportunity to rob him of his self-control. She ran her tongue down the slit in the head of his cock, lapping up a drop of salty pre-cum before licking him from tip to balls and then slowly reversing the procedure. He jerked in her mouth and made a series of appreciative sounds, but, to her intense frustration, didn’t appear to be close to losing control. Instead he tugged on the chain linking the nipple clamps she wore, causing her to gurgle around his cock as a fine tremor raced through her body. He knew precisely how to put her off her game by arousing her. That wasn’t her fault. She was a rookie and didn’t share his iron control.
When one of his hands reached beneath her butt and pushed the plug a little deeper and the other homed in on her clit, Chelsea simply couldn’t hold back. It was too much to ask of her and Jack must have known it. All the stuff he’d done to her—the novelty, the excitement—had already left her teetering on the brink. He appeared intent upon pushing her over the abyss, and, in spite of him telling her that restraint intensified the pleasure, such control was beyond her. She bucked her hips as she continued to suck him like a woman with a point to prove and didn’t care that he’d reversed the tables on her when her orgasm hit like a misdirected whirlwind. She gamely continued to hollow out her cheeks in an effort to suck a returning orgasm out of him, but he laughed and pulled out of her mouth.
“Who’s in control here?” he asked.
Like she could forget.
“I’m gonna take your sight away this time,” he told her, tying a blindfold securely over her eyes. “That will enhance your other pleasure receptors.”
They hardly needed enhancing.
“Now we’re gonna fuck,” he said, his voice gravelly with passion. “You’re gonna keep the clamps on your tits and the plug up your ass while we do it and my cock’s gonna fill your pussy. Open your legs for me, babe, and bring your knees up.”
Chelsea floated on a tidal wave of pleasure as Jack parted her slick folds and invaded her dripping cunt with the tip of his cock. Unprepared to wait, not caring if it earned her a punishment, Chelsea lifted her hips and encouraged him deeper. With one hefty thrust, Jack drove himself as deep as he could get, groaning like he was in pain as he filled her completely.
“You are so fucking tight. It’s driving me crazy.”
“I can’t…I can’t take you and the plug. There’s no room.”
“Hey,” he said, tapping her thigh. “Just wrap your legs around my waist, sweet thing, and let me take you to paradise.”
As soon as she did so, a heavy hand whacked her sore ass. “Never question what I tell you to do, Chelsea. If you think you can’t take it, safe word me. Are we clear?”
He’d stopped moving inside her and the thought of him withdrawing frightened her more than what he had planned. Not that his plans for her frightened her exactly. It was more a case of disappointing him. Oh well, he kept insisting she could do this. What did she know?
“Yes, Sir.”
“Attagirl!”
He pushed the butt plug a little deeper, causing ripples of pleasure to cascade through her as he sent up a punishing rhythm with his cock. As he’d warned her to expect, the cock ring added another pleasurable dimension, and Chelsea forgot to worry about whether or not she could accommodate him. So far, she ap
peared to be managing just fine.
“That’s it, darlin’, move with me and let’s really fuck. Christ, Chelsea, you’re a natural at this. I so wanna get you in the dungeon and show you off.”
His words, the fact that she’d done something to earn his approval, tipped her over the edge, and her second orgasm within the space of ten minutes threatened to overwhelm her with its pulsating warmth. All her synapses fired into life as a pulsating current gathered deep in her body.
“Jack, I can’t hold it…argh!”
She bit his shoulder as her pussy clenched greedily around his thick length, her heart kicked up another notch, and her stomach went into free fall. Pleasure hit her from all sides simultaneously, almost too intense to be borne, detonating like an incendiary device deep in her core and spreading to the outer limit of her extremities. Her body spasmed as the musky scent of his own arousal and the difficulty he was now having in holding back, as evidenced in the increasingly desperate grunts that slipped past his guard, empowered her.
“That’s it, darlin’,” he said, approval in his tone. “I love it when you let your body do the talking for you.”
He circled his hips and rammed himself deeper, still fully erect, still in control but, she sensed, hanging on by a thread. As soon as her body stopped trembling, he picked up the pace and she knew that, finally, he intended to let himself go. Well, this one was for him. She’d already come twice and would let him pound into her as hard and fast as he needed to.
Except it didn’t quite work out that way. His own pleasure communicated itself to Chelsea and she felt herself on the brink again when his cock jerked and stiffened inside of her. He let go with a shout of triumph, pummeling her raised backside with one hand as he emptied himself into her.