“Get up, baby,” he whispered, still out of breath.
Before she could stand up completely, he took her face in his hands, then descended on her hot lips. There was no area on her face left untouched.
“Brett,” she sighed between kisses.
Her sighs were heaven to his ears. How long had he waited to hear these sounds pass her lips? How many times had he sat in her office wondering what her mouth would feel like on his cock? Now his curiosity had been satisfied.
Almost.
Oh, he could see that Mia could take whatever he gave, and give it back tenfold. But there was something missing. Something still didn’t click. And if it didn’t click with him, he knew it didn’t gel with her.
He would think about it later. Right now he wanted to enjoy the moment. Mia moaned out a plea, which brought him back to earth. “Yes, babe. You may speak”
“My arms, Sir.”
“Ah, of course. You’ve been very good and obedient.” He reached around her and unlocked the handcuffs.
Mia began messaging her wrists.
“Did they hurt you?” Brett asked with genuine concern. The last thing he wanted to do was cause her any pain, either emotional or physical.
“No. I’m just a little stiff. I’ve never been in that position before.”
Brett smiled. I’ll have her in that position enough times for her to get used to it.
Brett rubbed between her legs, feeling her soaked pussy. “Damn, woman, you really enjoyed that. Tell you what, since you’re such a sweet sub, and you’re dripping wet like this, I have another game we can play with the cuffs.”
Mia’s eyes grew wide.
“Don’t worry. You’ll enjoy this.” He took her by the wrist and walked her over to the far corner of the room across from the bath. “Stand right here.” He positioned her and reached for a rope that held a curtain together. Once he untied it, Mia gasped.
“Are you going to…? Sir?”
“Are you scared?”
“I’m not sure…Sir”
“I’ll explain. Like I said, I don’t want to bring harm to you or have you think you’re in any danger. This is like the rack. You see those hooks up there and on the floor?’ Brett pointed them out.
Mia nodded.
“I’m going to have you fastened to them. I’m glad you got the cuffs; I don’t have to use those ugly, bulky chains. Come here and lean back.
He held out his arms, and Mia walked into them. He then gently pushed her back against the wall. “Lift your arms over your head.” She did; he then took the cuffs to each wrist and hooked them on the hook over her head. He jiggled it to make sure it was tight.
“Okay, spread your legs.” She did, still not uttering a word. He hoped that wasn’t an indication of fear.
He bent down and cuffed her ankles to the eyebolts in the floor. After checking those, he stood back to assess his work.
Breathtaking. “Mia, you are going to experience the ultimate in pleasure.”
He walked away and went to his toy box.
***
Mia had never felt so vulnerable. She was actually shackled to a wall, butt-naked. Wait. She actually let this young man shackle her to the wall, butt-naked. What was she thinking? Well, that was simple to answer. She was so hot and horny, Brett could have suggested having sex on the roof, and she would have jumped at it.
She watched Brett as he returned with…Oh no! And what was he wearing?
“I noticed how you were looking at that fetish mag the other day and how you were so eager to try some of those…ahem…scenarios. You seemed fascinated with the cover. So I thought I would reward you for giving me such great head…with this.”
It was like the machine she saw on the cover. It was a bit different, but the mechanism was the same, and there was a huge dildo attached to it.
She took another look at Brett. Damn, he was sinfully sexy. He had on leather pants and a vest. He also sported a mask, but it couldn’t disguise that gorgeous face of his.
She watched him as he maneuvered the machine into place, checked the parts, then plugged it in.
“You are going to love this. I would gag you, but I want to hear your screams,” Brett said with a wicked smile.
Mia swallowed hard. “H-how long will you keep that on? Sir!”
“As long as I want, but I want to make you come at least two times.”
Oh God.
“Let me get this just right.” He scooted closer; this time he had the tip of the dildo right at her opening. He adjusted the aim and gently pushed it in.
“Oh Brett!”
“Shh. You haven’t experienced the best part.”
He moved to the back of the machine, looking over the buttons. “I’m going to start this on slow. As you get closer to your climax, I’ll speed it up.
“Brett…please…Sir.”
“Don’t worry, babe. You’ll thank me later. Oh, and just to make sure you come on cue, I’ll crack this beside you once in a while.”
He snapped the whip, and the sound split the air.
He kept moving her until he was satisfied that everything was just right. Without warning, he pressed a button on the motor. It slowly purred into life, driving the huge cock deep into her captive body, slowly but firmly, until it was totally embedded in her.
Mia sucked in her breath. God, but it was big, but there was nothing she could do. She moaned, gritted her teeth, and was relieved as it started its reverse action, pulling out slowly, letting her insides recover.
Then the dildo reached the end of its backstroke and inevitably started to move forward, penetrating her pussy again. Brett pushed another button, and the dildo moved a bit faster. She started to enjoy the feelings of this man-made cock invading her. Brett walked over to her, smiling. Even though she was biting her bottom lip, trying not to sigh or groan in pleasure, she knew, he knew, she was enjoying this as much as she tried to hide it.
His fingers began playing with her nipples. After he tired of that, he licked each one, swirling his tongue over the tightened bud. Mia finally let lose with a low moan and soft pants.
“See? I knew you would love it.”
“Please, Sir, I can’t…take it.”
He cracked the whip again and walked back to the machine. “That’s too bad because I want to make sure you are completely satisfied.” He reached for the motor control, and it sped up. Not much, but enough to make her cry out, not with pain, but in total delight. He grinned that wicked grin and pushed another button, and the dildo moved faster.
The thing was pumping into her at a rate of a good, hard fucking, with long, steady strokes. That steady pace was guaranteed to bring her off. The wicked machine gave her time to enjoy every stroke.
Brett knew just the right speed and held it there. Combined with his fingers and tongue at her tits, she could feel the start of a climax building, but she wasn’t prepared for the shock of her first mechanical orgasm.
She’d used a vibrator before and had plenty of orgasms, but this was completely different.
It started at her toes, traveling slowly up her legs, causing her to tremble as it intensified and continued through her body. The feelings reached her pussy, making it clench onto the shaft of this automatic cock, gripping it tight.
This feeling was gentler and slower than the feelings she had when she made love, even.
Soon the sensations began to build, entering her head like an explosion. It felt like the top of her scalp had blown right off. She might have lost consciousness for a few seconds. Oh my God. This was something else altogether. Unlike actually making love, this thing didn’t erupt in a shower of hot cum. It just continued its relentless thrusting, driving her higher and higher, not letting her rest between orgasms.
She could hear Brett’s voice somewhere in the distance asking her if she was okay, but she couldn’t speak. The feelings of pure lust had taken away the ability to do anything other than moan with delight, as that machine drove her to places she didn’t
know existed.
Finally, when it was all over, she hung her head. It seemed too heavy for her, swaying back and forth on her very relaxed neck.
“You all right?”
She felt Brett’s hands soothing over her shoulders and arms. “I…I…think so. God, I never felt anything like that before. I can’t explain it, it was so….”
“I know.” He smiled. “It gets better. I’m glad you enjoyed it. Let’s go shower. I have a new bath gel for you.”
Once in the shower, Brett massaged her body with bath oil. Her skin was so silky smooth and sinfully soft. He rubbed her legs from ankle to thigh, stopping short of her pussy. He gently parted her oil-soaked lips and inserted his finger.
“Brett!”
“Ah, Mia. You’re still so wet.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You really enjoyed that, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Sir!”
Brett smiled and went to his knees. He spread her legs and licked her swollen clit. Mia bucked, almost knocking them both down. She grabbed onto the shower railing.
“Please, Sir. I’m still sensitive!”
Brett was getting hard again. He nodded and resumed washing her. He wanted to wait. If he took her at this moment, he would show no mercy, and he didn’t want to harm her. But more importantly, he needed to get to the bottom of what was not clicking. The sex was great, but he could feel that Mia, even though she agreed to the sex play, was still a little hesitant—and something was hanging in the back of his mind, too.
Chapter Fifteen
Brett sat in his office, looking over the construction calendar for the next project in Ghana. This one was for the Wyndam Youth Center. His other project, the Science Research Center, wasn’t due to break ground for another three years, but he had to get all his ducks in a row, starting with his internship. Over the past few weeks, Brett had managed to get the letters of recommendation he needed.
Seeing his old teachers again had been interesting. They were happy to see him and happy to see that he was making something of himself. Had they actually thought he wouldn’t? Well, he had to be fair. He had been a total fuck-up his senior year. But academically, he had always been a whiz kid. He leaned back in his chair and put his feet up on the desk. He sighed and shook his head. So much to do and so much red tape to get through.
He thought about Mia. If it weren’t for her, he would have gone crazy a long time ago. She was someone he could go to. Not so much to lay his burdens on, but her mere presence was soothing.
The past week had been eye-opening, and not just for Mia. Brett had to admit that he didn’t think Mia would go for the whole BDSM scene, but he was still troubled. She gave herself over to him physically, but with slight hesitations here and there. There was something else going on with her. She wasn’t his totally—and he wasn’t hers either.
What was it?
The sex was fantastic! Phenomenal, actually. But there was an emotional block somewhere, and he needed to find it. Did she love him? Hadn’t he proven that he loved her and wanted her even after all the games? Or was he something different to her?
Brett went over a mental list of what Mia might see in him. He was much younger. He was white. She admitted she had never dated a white man before. BDSM? That was definitely something new for her.
Which begged the question: was their whole relationship built on her curiosity? Was she just experimenting? She knew he wasn’t going to be in Cincinnati in the fall, that he would be leaving as soon as summer ended. Was this just a fling? Here she was telling him she worried that she was just a passing fancy, but maybe all the while, she was using him.
Brett sat up in his chair. That couldn’t be right. Mia was a control freak, but not a user. It had to be something else. Maybe a past hurt. Maybe she was still concerned about what others would think. Afraid someone would find out their little secret.
He’d assured her that no one would ever find out. People in this lifestyle knew how to keep things under wraps.
Brett got up and began pacing the floor. He didn’t want to lose her. No matter what emotional block she had, they would get through it together. He loved her. He had always loved her, even in high school. Brett stopped pacing. Did Mia still see him as a student? Better question, did he still see her as the vice-principal?
Maybe that was it. Somewhere in that revelation was the reason for the emotional block. Now all he needed to do was to start chipping away at that until he got to the truth.
***
Mia was putting her clothes in the washing machine when her doorbell rang.
“Coming.” She peeked through the peephole. It was Tracy.
“Hey, you didn’t call,” Mia said, letting her in.
“I was in the neighborhood, and by the time I fished out my cell phone from my purse, I was here.”
“Cool. Well, help yourself. I was getting my laundry together.”
Mia walked back to her laundry room with Tracy close behind.
“You have something on your mind?” Mia asked, getting the next load ready.
Tracy took a seat on the counter. “Yeah. You’ve been out with Brett for four nights straight.”
“Yeah, so? We are dating, remember?”
“True, but you never went out like this with Tim.”
Mia set her basket of dirty clothes to the side. “Well, Tim did have a job. Brett is on summer vacation. Oh, God, just saying that sounds weird,” Mia said, as she leaned against the wall opposite Tracy.
“Does sound kinky, huh?” Tracy asked, chuckling.
Kinky is an understatement, Mia thought.
Never in her wildest—scratch that. It was her wildest dream. She just never thought it would be realized. It was both fascinating and daunting. She never thought being tied up and ordered around could be such a turn-on. And that fucking machine. She wanted that again, but dared not mention it to Brett. She didn’t know why, but she didn’t want Brett to know she enjoyed it so much, even though her body more than likely gave her away.
Brett, she was discovering, had a way of making her body respond in crazy but exciting ways. He made her lust for things she never would have thought about, made her talk to him in ways she never would with an ordinary lover. He had gained her trust. She knew that no other man could wield such power over her.
But in the back of her mind, something felt off. The sex was great. Mia knew no other man would ever do after Brett, but she still wasn’t sure this relationship was on solid ground.
She had told him from the start things were shaky, at best. He tried to reassure her, every time he saw her, that this was forever. Could a couple be involved in this kind of lifestyle forever? Wouldn’t they grow tired of it, just like anything else? Would they get tired of each other? Mia didn’t want to think about it. She was going to enjoy the time they had. Summer would be over before they knew it.
Then what? Would he stay? No. He said he was going back to Kingsley University. Did he expect her to join him? She had her teaching here. She was a principal, and she was just getting things the way she wanted them.
Don’t think about it. It will all work out, one way or another. She had to believe that. “He’s full of…energy.” Mia said as she folded more clothes.
“Well, I know one thing, that boy is wearing you out,” Tracy said with a big grin, breaking into Mia’s thoughts.
“How do you know?”
“Word has it that you’ve been taking a nap in your office instead of going to lunch with your colleagues. They say you’re just working so hard.”
Tracy’s last sentence dripped with sarcasm.
“We all know you can work twenty-four-seven without a nap,” Tracy continued.
“Okay, okay. So the sex is a little on the wild side.” Mia checked the load of clothes she had on spin.
“That’s an understatement. I’ve seen the way you look after you come in from a date. But something’s been troubling you.”
Mia turned to her best friend, who looked at he
r with true concern. “It shows?” Mia sighed.
Tracy nodded.
“I don’t know what it is, Trace. I mean, I really care for Brett. In fact, I think I could love him as a boyfriend, long-term.”
“But…?”
“I don’t know. Something is out of whack.”
“Well, knowing you, you’ll find out what.”
Mia hoped she was right.
***
Brett was getting ready to sit down and eat his dinner when his doorbell rang. He checked the surveillance monitor and saw Hunter standing on the porch. “Coming!” he shouted.
“Hey, man.” Brett greeted him at the door, slapped him on the back, motioning him in. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing much, but I would like to speak with you about something.”
“Oh?”
“Surprised?” Hunter asked, looking at him with a knowing grin.
“Okay then, have a seat. I’ll fix you a plate.” Brett went into the kitchen and took down some extra dishes. After he finished plating the food, he handed it to Hunter and took a seat next to him. “So what’s on your mind?”
“It’s you and Ms. Bradford. How are you two doing?”
“Great! Couldn’t be better. She’s accepted the lifestyle easily, and the sex is great.”
“How about the psychological aspect?”
Brett shook his head. Leave it to Hunter to get deep. Brett had adopted him as an older, wiser brother, so he didn’t have a problem taking advice from him. A sub only in the bedroom, Hunter was a no-nonsense, tell-it-like-it-is guy.
“Something is bothering you,” Hunter started. “I see the passion in both yours and Mia’s eyes, but that could be lust. A spark is missing. Call me old-fashioned, but that does count for something.”
“No, man, I hear you. I’ve been beating my brain trying to figure it out myself.”
“Tell me again how you met Mia, and the feelings you had for her. Then tell me what she confessed to you after you became reacquainted with her.”
After several minutes of discussion, Hunter got up and paced in front of Brett. “I remember you telling me when you got back from Ghana this last time that you had some unfinished business to take care of. I don’t think you’ve taken care of it.”
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