by Wane, BJ
Nolan shifted his hand down and brushed a calloused finger over her folds. “Your body is ready to embrace a new avenue of pleasure, even if your mind is still balking at the idea. You like domination as well as a light touch of pain.”
He didn’t give her time to respond before swatting her again. She counted and thanked him, but what she wanted to do was beg for relief. By the time the tortuous spanking ended, her pussy throbbed in tune with her blazing buttocks. He uncuffed her hands and she itched to assuage both aches, but embarrassment stilled her hands along with the sudden darkness when he wrapped the blindfold around her eyes.
“You’ll do better with this next part if you concentrate on just the sensations.” As he lifted her right arm above her, she felt the soft lining of another cuff tightening around her wrist. “Tonight’s all about new beginnings, starting with new sensations.” After he’d secured her other arm, she stood posed in a wide V, left vulnerable for whatever devious, sensual torture he planned next as he shifted to stand in front of her.
“Oh,” Mia breathed on an indrawn breath as light brushes of wispy feathers teased her nipples, the soft caresses both pleasant and arousing. She didn’t experience the same riotous effect as when Nolan had pinched them earlier, but she wasn’t complaining, not when he stroked over her quivering abdomen and then up between her spread legs, tickling her swollen labia. He ran the feathers down one leg next and then up the other before she felt him stepping behind her again. A soft tickling sensation ghosted across her buttocks, the effect tugging on her clit and making her sheath twitch.
“Nolan.” She wasn’t sure what she was pleading for, only that she ached in ways that were new, a touch uncomfortable and a lot frustrating.
“I wanted you relaxed before I did this.”
Mia jerked and cried out from the abrupt switch of soft caressing to the fiery snap of supple leather wrapping around her hip, the lines of stinging heat different yet igniting the same response as the paddle and his hand. Alternating between light swats that teased and warmed and harder strokes that stung and burned, he worked the flogger over her buttocks and down her thighs with practiced precision. She didn’t know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or moan in frustration when he stopped and ran the leather strips around her stomach and trailed them across her breasts. She relaxed into the softer strokes as she tried to reconcile with the pulsing lust he seemed intent on ignoring. Her body was full of surprises, and she cursed the years she’d been ignorant of its potential as she shook in the bonds and waited in darkness for the light of pleasure.
“Nolan, please,” she begged when he brushed the strands back and forth across her turgid nipples. She could feel her cream dripping and knew he could see what he was doing to her.
“I love hearing a woman beg.” Nolan nipped the tender spot where her neck met her shoulder before snapping the flogger across her breasts, hitting both nipples at once.
Mia arched her back, her nubs puckering into such tight tips they hurt. She heard him drop the flogger and then his hands were on her flesh, kneading, tormenting her further. He drove her to mindless ecstasy when he added his mouth, scorching her skin wherever he touched, kissed, nibbled. Fingers plucked at her tips, lips and tongue soothed the ache. Hands skimmed down her waist, fingers delved between her legs, stroking, teasing… plunging. He drove her up on her toes with a deep thrust then made her insane with want when he milked her clit only long enough to begin the soft pulses of an impending climax.
She cursed him in a low, frustrated voice and he laughed. She writhed between the poles, trying to maneuver toward his roaming hands and mouth, and he scolded her. She whimpered and pushed back when he breached her anus with two slick fingers and he praised her. She went rigid and then convulsed with the shocking tsunami of ecstasy his mouth on her clit released, and his deep groan vibrated up her vagina.
The tugs on her clit from Nolan’s lips and teeth lit up the darkness behind the blindfold into the most astonishing, mind numbing, body consuming burst of colorful pleasure. Mia thought the waves engulfing her body would never end as he drove her from one orgasm to another without giving her time to catch her breath, let alone deal with pleasure she never dreamed possible before tonight. Tears leaked from under the blindfold as her perspiration-soaked body shook. With her mind clouded by the heights to which he’d driven her, she fell against him in a boneless heap as soon as he released her bonds and whipped off the blindfold. She felt the give of a soft bed, heard the rustle of clothing and then only had a few moments to enjoy coming into contact with warm skin stretched over taut muscles before succumbing to exhaustion.
* * *
I’m a fucking saint. Nolan fisted his raging cock in one hand while holding Mia’s lush body next to him with his other arm. He’d gone into tonight knowing it would be all about her, as it should be when introducing a new sub to the benefits her body craved from domination. But in his over twenty years of experience as a Dom, he’d never been so tempted to say to hell with what was right and ravish the girl who had entrusted herself to him. Frustrated, he squeezed his dick, trying to relieve the pressure, but all that did was increase the pounding flow of blood to his groin.
Giving up, he stroked his shaft with rough jerks, the image of Mia’s pink-striped body egging him on. He would face a different woman come morning, he knew that. She would awake with doubts, with recriminations, and in denial. He’d seen all of that crossing her face during the hour he’d kept her restrained between the posts. He’d also heeded the shock of her arousal reflected in her eyes when he’d lifted her torso from the bench; heard the stunned surprise of her body’s response to his torment in her voice as he used both the feather and flogger on her; and caught the tears when her body convulsed with pleasure under his hands and mouth, intense orgasms he doubted she’d ever experienced before. None of that fit in with her good-girl image or matched her responses to the man she’d promised herself to for years, the man she’d thought she loved.
He knew Mia and had seen how intimidated she’d let herself become by her husband’s betrayal. It pissed him off whenever he thought about it and swore the next time he caught her cowering from the prick and his haughty bitch, he’d do more than fondle her ass right then and there and wouldn’t care where they were or who saw.
Nolan’s palm grew slick as he cupped his cockhead and smeared pre-cum down the rigid length of his erection. He needed to get to sleep so he was alert when he faced Mia’s insecurities in the morning. Tightening his fist, he yanked on his rigid flesh until his release shot up from his balls and spewed across his stomach, the orgasm loosening his taut muscles but doing little to calm his lust.
Chapter 5
Mia stumbled into the attached bathroom in Nolan’s bedroom on wobbly legs the next morning. She’d caught a whiff of coffee after waking alone in his big bed, and the much-needed gift of caffeine prompted her to hurry. Daring a glance in the mirror, she cringed at the sight of her mascara-streaked face and puffy lower lip. She retained a vague memory of sinking her teeth into her bottom lip once or twice out of sheer frustration and need, and once to keep from sobbing over the explosive climaxes she’d been missing out on.
That wasn’t me, she denied with a shake of her head before leaning over to splash cold water on her face and rid herself of the proof of her debauchery. It’ll take more than clearing away smudged makeup to do that. “Shut up,” she told her reflection before snatching a royal blue hand towel. She needed to get home, take a long, hot shower and lose herself in gardening chores. She didn’t doubt she could put last night aside once she immersed herself in the work she loved and stuck with the friends she liked.
After finding her dress draped over a chair and her sandals on the floor next to it, she slipped them on and swore her pussy was not twitching and that was not anticipation rushing through her veins as she padded down the hall and into the great room. Her reaction when Nolan glanced across the room from the kitchen and snared her with his probing, blue gaze proved
she was in denial.
“Just in time. Sit down.” He nodded toward a small round table in the corner. “I have omelets almost ready. How do you take your coffee?”
If he could act blasé this morning, so could she, Mia vowed, crossing the space as she replied, “A tablespoon of creamer, if you have something other than powdered.”
“I do. Tell me how you’re feeling this morning. Any problems?” The casual tone behind the question belied his intent perusal, something she couldn’t get used to.
Flustered, she sat down and sipped from the mug he set in front of her before answering. “I’m fine.” After he brought over two plates her stomach let out a loud rumble. “I guess I worked up an appetite,” she mumbled, red-faced.
“I guess you did.”
Mia’s mouth watered when she looked down at the cheese-oozing omelet with peeks of fresh spinach and bacon filling. “Oh, wow. I think I’ll come here for breakfast instead of the diner next time I want to eat out.” It took only a second to realize what she’d said and have her stammering, “I mean…”
Nolan laughed. “Relax, Mia. You’re welcome here anytime, for a meal or anything else you… crave.”
She halted her fork halfway to her mouth, frowning at his wording. “I… this was a onetime thing.”
A pang gripped her chest when he shrugged, surprising her with the hurt that indifferent response wrought. She’d have to remember he had gone the whole night without wanting her enough to ease his own lust. It would be in her best interest to let the lesson she’d learned from Peter’s betrayal stick.
“That’s your choice, but I doubt you’ll be happy going back to your celibate lifestyle, not now that you’ve experienced the benefits you can reap from submitting to the right man.”
“I was restrained, not submitting,” she returned, piqued at his comment.
“Is that the excuse you’re giving yourself to condone the way you came apart under my tutelage? Did you convince yourself that what you did wasn’t right for a woman to not only indulge in, but enjoy?” he taunted.
Her face warmed under the hard censure to his tone and how prudish his words made her sound. She didn’t like coming across so prim and proper all the time but couldn’t break a lifetime of habits overnight. Uncomfortable with his scrutiny, she retorted the first thing she thought of in defense. “You can’t judge me since you didn’t… participate.”
Nolan almost choked on his omelet and reached to grab his glass of orange juice to swallow it down before asking, “Participate? Is that your polite phrasing for fuck?”
Mia couldn’t help it. Her lips twitched with humor that matched his. Okay, that had come out wrong, but he rattled her, so, of course she blamed him. “For some reason, I turn into an idiot around you. That’s probably why I don’t like you. Nothing personal, you understand.”
“Oh, sweetheart, I understand you perfectly,” he drawled. “Are you finished?” He nodded toward her empty plate.
It surprised her to look down and see she’d devoured the omelet. “Yes, thank you. It was wonderful.”
“Glad you liked it.” Shoving his chair back, he ordered, “Turn your chair to face me.”
* * *
Wariness drew Mia’s frown again, but she nonetheless did as Nolan instructed and scooted her chair around to face his. Another lesson was in order after that denial of submitting, and he enjoyed demonstrating his points. Patting his thighs, he said, “Drape your legs over mine.” He waited calmly while her eyes widened and sparked with a flare of excitement even though she fisted her hands in her lap in indecision. With a sigh of resignation, as if she didn’t have a choice, she lifted her legs and rested them across his thighs, her dress hiking up with their spread. Trailing his hands up the soft insides of her legs, he pushed the hem even higher as he asked, “That wasn’t so difficult, now was it?”
She sucked in a breath when he reached the crease between thighs and hips and slid his thumbs inward to rub over her already glistening folds while keeping his gaze on her face. “Harder than you think,” she gulped, her face turning pink.
“If you’re unsure, put your hands behind you and clasp them together while you decide if you want me to continue.” It didn’t surprise Nolan when she complied without hesitation, but he knew better than to smile. Dipping his right thumb past her slick seam, he teased the warm, soft side of her vaginal wall as he spoke. “Tell me why you stayed with the prick for so long. It’s obvious you two weren’t suited.”
Mia’s thighs tightened alongside his arms, but she didn’t struggle against his hold, only in defiance of admitting the truth. “We were… well, at one time. I… oh, God.” A visible shudder shook her body when he grazed her clit.
“You what?” Nolan inched further inside her, pressing against the spot he’d located last night that was sure to elicit another spate of moisture… right… there. He fought a smile when she creamed his digit with a warm gush and her slick walls tightened.
“Huh? I don’t want to talk about my marriage.” Her jaw went rigid and those expressive green eyes snapped, but she made no move to disengage herself from her position.
“Fair enough.” He cocked his head. “Do you want to come?”
Mia’s rosy face darkened to a deep red at the blunt question, but he maintained eye contact with her while continuing to slide his thumb back and forth between her clit and her sweet spot, putting just enough pressure on each to keep her teetering right on the cusp, with small contractions of her slick walls clutching at him.
“I… of course I do. How could I not, with you…” She looked down between her legs, where he kept one thumb buried inside her while still caressing the sensitive crease between leg and crotch with the other.
“Then ask me, nicely. Say, please, Nolan, may I come?”
Shaking her head, she bit her lower lip and lifted her hips into his marauding hand. Nolan pressed harder inside her, pumped deeper before circling the swollen, tender bud over and over, waiting… waiting…
Mia’s glazed look of pure need changed to resignation before she leaned her head back, closed her eyes and pleaded in a soft whisper, “Please, may I come?”
Instead of answering, he plucked at her clit, pumping the bundle of nerves until the second before she convulsed. He withdrew and tapped her pussy hard enough to deliver a small sting and watched her explode with a startled cry of release before returning to milk her clit through her orgasm. She was stunning when she climaxed. He loved watching her body shake, her breasts heave, and hearing her small cries that indicated she was experiencing something that was still new.
He caressed her thighs as she came back to earth by slow degrees, her eyes opening to reveal glazed stupor before changing to stunned disbelief at her response. Lifting her legs down, she stood and smoothed her dress, turning away from him to look around for her purse.
“I have to go. I open at one,” she said with a catch in her voice.
Pushing to his feet, he pointed to the small table next to the sofa. “Your purse is where you left it last night.”
“Thanks. I’ll see you around.”
“Mia.” Nolan waited until she turned from the door, leaving her hand on the knob as she looked back at him. “You weren’t restrained this morning.” He saw the moment his words registered, and their meaning sank in.
The disdainful look that always stirred his cock entered her eyes. “I guess you showed me, Chief.”
“I showed you the truth about yourself, Mia. What you do with it is up to you, and yes, you’ll see me around.”
She left without another word, but Nolan didn’t intend to let this be the end of it, of them. He’d given her enough last night and this morning to think about, had successfully shown her what she’d been missing and craving without knowing it. The scene last night had been mild for him, but just right for a newbie. He’d tempered his use of the paddle and flogger so as not to scare her off with harsh pain, putting enough strength behind the strokes to make her ache for more and
then arousing her with the feathers and his hands and mouth.
He would give her today to assimilate everything she now knew she would respond to and then pester her for more, not yet ready to give up on her.
* * *
Mia was still shaking when she pulled away from Nolan’s house, and she couldn’t blame all of her trembling on the explosive orgasm that erupted from that stinging slap on her tender flesh. As if that alone hadn’t been enough to grapple with, he had to toss out that last remark, the one that forced her to re-evaluate her thinking about her responses to everything he’d done to her.
Sex had never been more than a mild, pleasurable release at the end of a busy week raising two rambunctious boys. Until Nolan had touched her for the first time. She went damp again just remembering the feel of his hands and mouth and those wicked props of delicious torture. And then to follow up this morning with that short but effective eye-opening scene in his kitchen… she honestly didn’t know where to go from here. Now she had a myriad of confusing, conflicting emotions to deal with on top of a body still vibrating from the touch of a man she didn’t even like. Her mouth ticked up in a rueful smile as she wondered what her response to Nolan’s dominance would’ve been like if she harbored a fondness for the man. At one time, she’d loved Peter, but couldn’t recall a single instance when she’d come apart during sex like she had with Nolan.
It’s because of my long dry spell, she insisted as she entered the nursery lot just shy of opening time at one. That would have to suffice as an explanation for her wayward, uncharacteristic actions for now and she prayed no one found out about her one night of debauched excess. Another truck rolled through the gate behind her and she got out and waved to Drew and Donny, frowning when she saw Barry wasn’t with them. The temperature was already climbing, and plants needed tending.