He takes a step back and lowers his arm. Minuscule, but his message is clear. I bite my lower lip and sigh. “Fine, fine. You said you don’t share.”
Jaden gives me one of his about-time looks. “Good. That’s my girl.”
The depth of his pleasure comes through loud and clear. Note to self: he doesn’t like ditz brains. I don’t even mind that he thinks of me as a girl. Well, I kind of do, and kind of don’t. ES called me his baby girl. The tricks loved to call me—
“Rayne, that’s one!” The lash of his displeasure stings me back to the present. Holy shit. He let the shields down for that one.
“Sorry.” But I’m kind of not. Does he think I’m a mind reader or something? I mean, what does he expect? It’s not like he’s doing anything.
“Sorry is an admission of guilt and a distraction. You must learn to stay in the moment. I expect you to think about what’s happening right here and now.”
Jaden opens and closes the palm of his outstretched hand, beckoning me closer. I take a deep breath. Nice and slow, Rayne. Nice and slow. I close the gap between us, letting his heat wash over me. I close my eyes and feel his vibe one last time. Intense desire washes over me. The problem is, is it his or is it mine? I need him to want me. Deeply. Passionately. Me. I want him to get an instant hard-on when he sees me because I turn him on so much. I glance down at his crisply creased black linen pants. Nope, nothing. Maybe a little tent of semi-erection, but no raging hard-on. Focus, damn it.
His large hand wraps around my bicep as he takes my measure. His eyes roam my body, cool, assessing. He slowly turns me around and inches down the zipper of my navy silk dress. I wrap my arms around my breasts to keep them covered. Automatic reflex.
Jaden licks the tip of my ear. “That’s two.” Another squirt. His growl plucks a chord deep in my core.
And, what’s with all the counting? I have no fucking idea. But I do. I know precisely what he’s counting. The idea throws me smack dab in the middle of another tizzy.
“I demand your attention. I won’t say it again.”
Okeydokey, then. He pushes my arms down to my sides. The dress hits the floor. I’m left wearing nothing but hose and a garter belt. Jaden’s sharp intake of breath signals that he’s pleased I remembered to obey him by removing my thong. He brushes my neck and shoulders with his fingers and tongue. I focus on my ragged breathing. I want to pant and frisk around like a cute little puppy demanding attention. I’d rather die before I let Jaden see the bottomless well of desire I have for him.
He turns me around. I stiffen, waiting for his condemnation. He bows his head as he cups the soft tissue of my breasts. I hold my breath. Jaden makes a low sound in his chest. Here it comes. I make mental bets on what he’ll make fun of first—small breasts or huge nipples. My bet is on the breasts.
“Perfect.”
What the fuck? Shock jolts surprise out the window as Jaden draws my left nipple into his warm mouth. Desire dukes it out with decorum as I try to restrain my reaction. Blood engorges my core. Jaden’s mouth turns the pain of engorgement into intense longing.
Jaden sucks and pulls my nipples until I’m weak with longing. I whimper. He straightens, his golden eyes almost bronze with his desire. Desire for me. He leans against me and pulls my arms behind my back.
“Let me tell you what else I expect.” He backs me toward the wall and tips my head with his free hand. I shiver, although whether with anticipation or anxiety, I can’t be sure.
“That’s three.”
Shit. I’m not sure whether I’m thrilled or terrified at the prospect of punishment. What if I don’t like it? Well, then I’ll—
“Rayne.” This time it’s like the snap of a whip. “That’s four. Do I need to repeat myself?”
“Yes, I mean, no please, sir. What else do you expect?”
“I expect strict honesty and strict obedience at all times.”
No fucking way would I agree to that. The man must have lost his tiny wee mind. That’s because it lives in the head of his cock. I grin at my own joke.
“That’s five. Going for broke, are you?” He nuzzles my neck and slides his free hand between my legs where I’m literally dripping. He glides his finger through the lake between my legs. I watch, fascinated and mortified, as he licks my juices from his fingers. He double dips and coats my upper lip with my juices before sliding his index finger into my mouth. I suck, swirling my tongue until I’ve licked off every bit of my sweet taste. This is unexpectedly the single most sensual thing I’ve ever done in my life.
He has my attention.
He licks the remnants of my juices from my lip. He releases the hold on my hands and steps back, eyes piercing as they search mine. His hard-on makes a huge tent in his pants. Did I do that? Or is he fantasizing about some big-chested blonde?
A small frown lights his face. Giving his head a little shake, he pulls something from his pocket and hands it to me. I gasp as I realize it’s a blindfold. Tendrils of panic flicker at the edge of my vision as my pulse readies itself for a life-saving sprint. Jaden watches patiently, eyes gleaming. I’m safe with him. I obey, slipping the blindfold on.
Darkness puts my senses on high alert. I hear Jaden’s strong, measured heartbeat. I smell the hint of musk that underlies his desire. I reach out to touch him. He wraps strong hands around my biceps and walks me backward.
I sit as the backs of my knees hit the end of the chaise thingy he likes so much. It’s weird having him lead me and neat at the same time. Jaden stretches my arms above my head and fastens each wrist with a soft cuff I hadn’t noticed. My heart jackhammers against my ribs. Don’t tie my legs. Don’t tie my legs!
I don’t know why the hell having my legs free is so important to me, but it makes me feel as if I still have some measure of control. Darkness heightens my desire to a level I’ve never known. I’m vulnerable, which only enhances the anticipation of not knowing what he will do next. I can’t explain it. I don’t understand it. I’m blind, bound, and under his control. Something I should resist, but God forgive me; I love it.
Jaden’s breath brushes my lips. “Calm down, my little Dracaena. We’ll take it slow. I remember your fear of handcuffs. These are restraints, not cuffs. You can release them here.”
He takes my finger and places it over a small button. I press and the cuff releases. My breathing ratchets down one-tenth of a notch as Jaden refastens the cuff. At least that’s one less thing to worry about. He traces the line from the jugular notch in my neck to my pubes. Cool air freshens the heat as he pushes my knees to my chest. My school marm screams to clamp my legs shut while my inner slut tries to push them even farther apart.
“And now, it’s time to play.”
“It won’t make any difference. It never does.” But it almost had that time back at the club—almost but not quite.
“Don’t talk.”
He presses the thumb of his left hand against the opening of my vagina. He encircles my clit with his right thumb and index finger. Slowly, he glides them through my juices and massages the crease between my labia and clitoris. I go wild and would leap off the couch if Jaden’s thumb pressing down on my vagina weren’t keeping me firmly in place. How is that possible?
His fingers slide through my swollen folds, and heat unfurls through my groin. I try to keep quiet, but a moan slips out.
The blindfold heightens other senses, and I smell our mutual musky passion. Jaden’s breath hitches each time my vagina contracts around his thumb. My back arches as a feeling like nothing I’ve ever felt threads through my core. Like shards of hot glass shooting through my innards. Quivers! The feeling is too intense. I start to thrash. I’m not sure I like this feeling, yet I crave more.
Now. Please. I moan for release. Except for minuscule changes in his breathing that I may be imagining, Jaden doesn’t react at all. Maybe he really doesn’t like me. Maybe I’m just some kind of crazy experiment.
“Six.”
Shit. The steel in Jaden’s soft voice
brings me back. I probably really pissed him off this time. I open my mind and let his feelings wash over me. Hunger. Desire. No anger. Maybe he does like me … just a little.
Jaden continues his ministrations. I try not to thrash. He plays with my clit until I’m almost screaming. He spreads my legs wide and licks. He inhales loudly and blows warm air over my singing girly bits. I almost swoon.
The shock of cold air hits me. Jaden’s footsteps cross the room. I try to bring order to my scrambled brains, but a neon sign obliterates all logical thought … Please, sir, I want more. Get it together, girlfriend. A slapping sound brings me to attention. Jaden’s warmth returns.
“What comes next, little dragon?”
Adrenaline shoots through me, and I start breathing faster. One thing is for sure—I want his cock inside me, and I want it now. And no power on earth will move those words out of my mouth.
“So, that’s how it’s going to be, is it? Let’s add four more making it an even ten. Where are we?”
I take a fraction of a second to decide whether I’ll play dumb.
“Green light, sir.”
Kat says you always have to address him as sir. If we get really involved, I’ll have to call him Master. Yeah, fat chance.
“You’re spinning again. We’ll take care of that. Come along.”
He takes my arm and leads me across the room. He stops when my foot connects with some sort of stool.
“What comes next?”
Oh, God. I take a deep breath. “A spanking?” I sigh out a whisper.
He runs his hands down my naked sides. Goosebumps spring up in the wake of his light touch despite the warmth in the room. I’m so horny and agitated, I want to scream. He licks behind my ear. I almost jump out of my skin. “Are you ready?”
How the fuck does one get ready for this? I nod.
Jaden helps me step up, placing my feet wide on the stool. He lifts my bound hands and bends me over the bench. My knees fold into some stirrups. He unhooks my hands and refastens them on each side of the bench. The bench is lovely and padded. I’m quite comfortable.
Jaden’s large hand cups my right ass cheek. He strokes. Slides said hand between my legs. I focus on breathing, knowing what’s about to come. And I hope it’s me.
Jaden steps back. He smacks his hand, testing what sounds like the flogger used in class. Every muscle tenses.
Swat. It stings a little … in a very pleasant way. Just like Kat described.
“One.” Jaden’s rich voice rings out. Slap. “Two.” Still tingles. I move my ass a bit, reaching for more of a bite.
“Three, four, five.”
Definitely pleasure but barely a tingle. BG surfaces. Tell him you want more. Not in this lifetime.
Jaden stops and rubs both ass cheeks. I want him to grab them, pull them apart, and plunge into me. Wanton bitch. I love it. I hate that I love it. No time to think about that now.
“Where are we at?”
Greener than green. “Green, sir.”
“Good stuff. This time you count.”
“Six. Seven. Eight.” The blows come in quick succession with more force. This time, the sting is exquisite. I try to move my ass into it, begging for more. “Nine. Ten.”
Jaden drops the flogger and rubs my ass. I want more …
Please God, let me come!
33
Jaden
Late at night when I lay tossing,
Haunted by ghosts of what I feel …
Candlelight flickers off my Dracaena’s golden skin as she lies, resplendent, on the spanking bench. Black stockings outline firmly muscled thighs, spread for my attention. Time stills then slips away as I enter the zone I’ve avoided. Dom space where no thought enters except for those centering on my Dracaena, on her passion, on her resistance, on her need.
I took a gamble using impact play instead of direct stimulation as warm up. Now, it’s time to move Rayne to the next level. Slide-by clitoral moves work like a charm. Her breathing is ragged. A sheen of sweat glistens her skin. Her back arches off the bench as she reaches for the elusive orgasm. Her cunt pulls me deeper into its mystical power. I resist the urge to plunge my engorged cock deep inside. Not yet.
I slide my fingers by her swollen clit a few more times. Her moans turn into hoarse gasps. I revel in the almost painful jolts of lust as her warm, thick folds close around the two fingers I thrust into her cunt. I press the pad of my thumb against her clit. Only the wrist restraints keep her from rocketing off the bench.
“Oh, God. Oh, God. Please, Jaden. Please.” Her pleas run together into one extended moan.
Good. She’s no longer able to keep the lid on her reactions. I want her free, open. I want to make her come, to reach the climax that seems just out of her reach.
Her clit fascinates me, and I take the time to give it concentrated attention. I’ve never seen anything quite like it, and I’ve seen a few in my time. It’s on the large side before she’s excited; it blooms into a work of art as her lust increases. I kneel and circle the engorged nub with my tongue. It’s like sucking candy, and I take time to enjoy her exquisite taste.
“Please.” The word comes out as a deep, husky moan. Begging is a good first step.
I lean close to her ear. “I love to hear you beg. Now, lose yourself in the moment. I want to hear you scream.”
Rayne’s full lips form a perfect O, tempting me to wrap them around my cock. One of the soft limits she’ll break. Time for that later. Her head thrashes from side to side as if saying no as she rocks her pubes against my hand. I press hard against her G-spot as I rub her steel-hard clit. She rears back so fast I almost topple over. The restraints hold her in place.
Her body becomes one mass of shakes and quivers. Moans become groans as she reaches for the elusive orgasm. I kneel down and pull her clit into my mouth with one smooth movement. Her moans are deep and throaty. Continuous quivers convulse through her body. My joy borders alarm as I watch this magnificent creature unfold before me. Never have I seen such a strong sexual reaction without orgasm. Her mind and body unite into one focused machine.
I should give her a break, let her rest. I follow my gut as I plunge a silicone dildo into her convulsing pussy. One pure, high-pitched scream makes me wonder whether the Masquerade Club security will come running. Rayne’s thrashing reaches warp speed. Now, the only things keeping her from parachuting off the bench are the wrist restraints and the hand I have braced on her ass.
I’m mesmerized. I slow down the tempo of my thrusts, allowing her to cool down … just a little. When her panting subsides to deep moans and her thrashing stills, I remove the dildo. Time to take her off the bench.
I brush my lips over hers as I remove the blindfold. She opens those beautiful dark eyes, now almost black with desire. I lay her on the chaise and push those magnificent legs high in the air. My eyes never leave hers, and I suppress a smile as her eyes widen with her thighs. She is the most beautiful and exotic woman I’ve ever seen. My Man throbs in agreement, asking for his own attention. Time enough for that later.
I go back to work. I press hard against her G-spot. She cranes her neck to look at me. Something in my expression must speak to her as she moans and rears, eyes holding my gaze until she can no longer focus. Her face tenses with a mixture of desperation and lust with a side of resignation thrown in. Her lids close as another convulsion rattles through her. Suddenly, she stills, as if she’s climaxed. She hasn’t. That trick might work with someone else, but I know real from fake. Trust and truth are two things we obviously need to work on.
I release her restraints, turn her over and spread her legs wide. Those dark eyes follow me as I drop my pants and reach for a condom. She gives her head a tiny shake.
“I want you skin on skin,” she whispers.
I store away that nugget of trust to examine at another time. I take a moment to give homage to her glistening cunt. Ripe. Ready … for me. At that moment she’s mine. All mine.
I position myself and f
ight the urge to plunge in up to my balls. Slow and easy, Jaden. She gives one of those delightful moans as I slip the head of my cock into her swollen folds. Inch by searing inch, I relish her heat as it envelops me. I sink in deep and only stop once I feel my balls press against her ass. She surges toward me. I pull back just a notch as she moves with me.
Strong legs wrap around my ass and pull me toward her. The more I pull away, the more she increases the pressure. She pulls, arches, thrusts, and moans until I relent and give her just what she wants. I throw my head back and drive into her with the speed and force of an oncoming train.
When I do something, I do it all the way. That’s the same approach I take with sex. I was in ninth grade when one of the town’s matrons took my virginity. She led me on a merry romp several afternoons a week throughout the school year. She rode me like I was a thoroughbred stud and taught me longer was better. Over the years, I learned several ways to delay gratification. I put them to good use now.
I’m happy to report I haven’t got the smallest dick on the planet … nor the largest, but I land on that side of the equation. I watch in amazement as Rayne takes my girth. She cants, twists, and thrusts her hips. She repeats one word over and over again: please.
As my balls pull tight, ready to shoot their load, I still, using the time to torment my little dragon. She shivers as my breath sweeps the fine hair on her earlobe. I’m mesmerized by her responsiveness.
“Please what?”
She moans but says nothing. I keep perfectly still, enjoying being buried right down to my bollocks. My approaching orgasm recedes fractionally, but the depth of her lust keeps me rock solid.
“Talk to me. What do you want?”
She moans and thrashes again. I withdraw until the tip of my cock rests against the opening to her snatch. She tightens her legs, trying to draw me in. The thing is, I’m big; she isn’t. I hold her down, relishing the moment as she loses herself to her uninhibited sexuality. She moans and thrashes some more.
I dive in. “Is this what you want?”
She moans something that sounds vaguely like “yes.” It’s like removing rusty nails to get her to talk, and that’s a good thing. I find it a distinct turnoff when women use chatter to hide their lack of interest. I like how Rayne’s excitement ratchets up several notches when I speak to her. Note to self.
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