Heart of Stone

by Dakota Willink

  “Yes.”

  “That’s how I want to find you, Krystina. On your knees.”

  Collecting my courage, I swallowed the lump in my throat and I stood from the table.

  “I’ll go get ready. Give me a few minutes, okay?”

  “Take all the time you need, angel.”

  I made my way to the bedroom and into the bathroom. The walk seemed torturously long, as my feet felt like they had lead weights attached to them.

  When I entered the dark master bath, the only thing that I could see at first was the marble countertop that gleamed under the moonlight that flooded in through the skylights.

  I flipped on the light switch. It was no shock to see how impeccable the space was. There was not a thing out of place. No toothpaste smudges in the sink, not a speck of dust on the mirror. With its massive walk in shower and whirlpool tub large enough to fit a small army, it was like I had walked into a modern day Roman bath. I half expected a servant to come scurrying from some hidden corner and offer me grapes and a robe.

  If only I could be afforded the luxury of a robe right now…

  I unfastened the button of my pants and began to undress. I folded my clothes at a painstakingly slow pace, trying to buy more time. Once they were folded, I laid the pile carefully on the counter, and then turned to face the large oval vanity mirror.

  I took in my reflection. Like all girls do, I began to critique the imperfections of my body. When my gaze eventually traveled up to my face, I froze. I looked terrified.

  Naked and kneeling. That how he wants me.

  I struggled to erase the fear in my eyes, as I smoothed out my unruly hair back into a ponytail. I was afraid for so many reasons. It wasn’t sex that scared me – after all, it’s not like this would be our first time together. I already conquered that challenge. I was petrified of putting myself on display for Alexander.

  What if I did it wrong? What if he pushed me too far?

  I worried that I’d have to use my safe word. The fear of disappointing him consumed me.

  Digging around in one of the vanity draws, I located a tube of toothpaste. Using my finger, I brushed my teeth the best that I could. I took extra care to wipe out the sink, leaving it just as spotless as I had found it.

  Then I looked in the mirror again. I didn’t look quite as terrified as I did a few moments earlier. I couldn’t stall any longer.

  Committed to getting the first wave of awkwardness out of the way, I exited the bathroom. There was no sign of Alexander. However, he must have been in the bedroom while I had been undressing. The lighting had been adjusted to cast a muted glow about the room. Music filled the space, a dark vibe filled with raw emotion that was hauntingly beautiful. An assortment of objects had been placed on the edge of the bed, as well. One of them I recognized as the flogger. My breath hitched upon laying eyes on it, and my heart attempted to beat a hole through my chest.

  The angel that had been conspicuously absent came to the forefront of my mind once again, reminding me that it was not too late to back out of this. I dismissed her warnings with surprising ease, and gave myself a pep talk.

  I can do this! Don’t be such a scaredy-cat!

  I inhaled a lungful of air to steady my racing pulse. Walking to the center of the room, I kneeled down into the instructed position. Thighs spread, palms to the ceiling.

  I stayed like that for what seemed like ages, but was realistically only a few minutes, before Alexander finally entered the room. My skin instantly flushed, threatening to break out in a cold sweat at any moment.

  He paused in the doorway, eyes filled with appreciation when he saw me. His approval made me relax a bit, and I gradually exhaled the air that I’d been holding.

  He moved towards me, making a slow circle around where I was kneeling, sizing me up.

  “You look beautiful like this. You’re like an angel. My angel,” he said, stopping in front of where I was kneeling. Using his foot, he nudged my thighs further apart. “Tell me your safeword.”

  “Sapphire,” I blurted out automatically.

  Like I would forget it.

  That word was my only protection in this little adventure into kink.

  “Remember to use it if you feel like you’re being pushed too far. But you need to trust that I’ll know your limitations. If you use your safeword too soon, the mood will be broken and everything stops. Do you understand?”

  “I understand.”

  He leaned down to skim his fingers softly along my jaw. My entire body came alive with pleasure at his touch.

  Continuing on their path, those same fingers reached down and latched on to one of my nipples. My breath caught in my throat and my head lolled to the side, as I enjoyed the sensation of him twisting and squeezing the hard nub.

  He squatted down further, until we were almost eye level, and his other hand moved slowly down my belly until he reached my sweet spot. His finger worked through my folds, lightly grazing over my clit. Electricity flowed through me, causing every nerve ending in my body to stand at attention. He teased me for a minute or so, before pushing two fingers partially inside of me.

  “Oh, angel. I can feel how wet you are already,” he said, voice edged with arousal. “But you’re not allowed to come until I say so. Understand?”

  I nodded my response, trying to decide if I should be proud or embarrassed by how quickly I was turned on. We hadn’t even done anything yet, and I was dripping.

  He pushed his fingers deeper inside of me, making a circular motion around my walls, while his other hand continued to pinch and pull at one of my nipples. Plumping my breast in his hand, he captured one hard point between teeth.

  I moaned, fighting the instinct to cry out, as he relentlessly worked me closer to the breaking point. I didn’t want to lose control yet – not this soon. Regardless if he wanted me to come or not, I wanted to savor this sensation for as long as possible. But everywhere he touched left a trail of fire, making it impossible for me to control my own body.

  “Alex, you have to stop. I – I’m…” I faltered over my words, my breath hitching as he increased the pulsing motion of his fingers. “I’m so close. I don’t know if I can hold back.”

  But he continued his rhythm, hands and mouth torturing me by keeping me right on the edge. His proficiency at knowing how to keep me there was mind-blowing. I wanted to scream out and absently found myself wishing that Alexander had gagged me.

  Eventually, he slowed his pace, and removed his hands and mouth from my body. My shoulders dropped, sagging from pure pent up frustration.

  “You’re ready for me. I could feel your pussy clenching around my fingers,” he murmured into my ear.

  “I want you, Alex. Desperately,” I breathed, tilting my head back to invite his mouth to sample my neck.

  “All in good time, angel. I have other plans for you first,” he told me, pushing himself up to his feet. “Stand up. I want you on the bed, assuming the same position.”

  He held his hand out and pulled me up from the floor. Guiding my way, Alexander led me over to the black satin covered bed. I crawled over the cool spread and positioned myself the way that he had instructed.

  Climbing up onto the bed next to me, Alexander leaned in to take one of my nipples between his teeth. He pulled back and blew, causing the already erect peak to pucker into a hard point. I sucked in a breath sharply. Squeezing it firmly between his fingers, he reached into his pocket and produced what looked to be a small and round metal clamp of some sort.

  “Alex, what –.”

  “Shhh,” he silenced me. “Be patient. You’ll like this.”

  He moved meticulously, placing the circular clamp around my areola, and cranking its clasp tight so that it stayed firmly in place. The clamp was cold to the touch, only serving to enhance the rigidity of my nipple. He repeated the process with my other breast, each motion intensifying the volatile pulse between my legs. I had never been more turned on in my entire life.

  After both clamps wer
e firmly secured, he moved off the bed and began to undress. Once he was completely in the flesh, I found myself staring at him in awe. I had seen him naked before, but never quite without an unobstructed view.

  Now here he stood before me, in all his glory, the perfect specimen of everything a girl could ever fantasize about. From his dark silky waves, flashing eyes, and perfectly chiseled jawline; to the contours of his honed shoulder muscles and washboard abs, highlighted by the shadows in the room, coming to a V just above his pelvis. He was the flawless male that any Renaissance sculptor would have died for. The sight of him naked made my mouth water.

  “I want you on your hands and knees, Krystina,” he said huskily, and I reluctantly tore my eyes away from his impeccable form. “I want to see that beautiful ass of yours in the air.”

  I rolled over onto my hands and knees, feeling extremely self-conscious in the vulnerable position.

  A few seconds later, his hands were on me once again, molding and kneading my behind. Moving at a leisurely pace, his hands and mouth worked their way up my spine, causing a shiver of goose bumps to dance over my flesh. I could feel his hard erection pressing into my thighs.

  “I could rub my hands and lips over you all night. I love your body, the way it feels beneath my hands, the way it responds to my touch…you drive me wild, Krystina.”

  He worked his way back down, teeth lightly nipping my skin all the way to my behind. I desperately ached for him, for the release that that I had been craving, and my body hummed from the way he so reverently worshipped me. I no longer just felt alive, as that expression seemed too blasé for how I actually felt. I was phenomenal in the supernatural sense – like I could be anything he wanted me to be, do anything he wanted me to do.

  “Alex, I don’t want to wait anymore…just take me!” At my plea, he pulled away. I arched, opening myself to him, just waiting to be filled.

  “You need to tell me if you’re not ready for this, Angel. I didn’t want to rush you into this too fast, but I can’t keep holding back. Are you sure that you can take it?”

  “Please, I’ll do anything!” I cried out. I surrendered fully, not caring about anything other than satisfying my burning need. So lost in my own excitement, I hadn’t even realized that he had the flogger in his hand.

  CHAPTER 30

  SNAP!

  The crack of the flogger hit my behind, a violent shock to my system, and I cried out. It hurt like hell, and it was unexpected. My natural instincts compelled me to yell out my safeword. Pure stubbornness ended up being the only driving force that stopped me from doing just that. There was no way that I would forfeit that quickly. However, as much as the sting hurt, the pain was fleeting. Now I only felt a slight tingle on my backside.

  He ran the ends of the flogger up my back, causing a shiver of goose bumps to spread all over me. I breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that there wasn’t more to this.

  I can handle this.

  I barely had time to process the thought, when another blow from the flogger came across my behind. This time it was harder, but in a different place. Fire spread over my ass. That one had hurt more. A lot more.

  “Feel the burn, angel. Embrace it while you focus your attention on the weight of the nipple clamps.”

  I did as he said, and this time when the strap hit me, I felt an entirely new sensation. My nipples hardened, straining through the clamps. They ached, but in a good way. A moan escaped my lips, rather than the cry of shock like the previous two times I had felt the bite of the leather.

  A fourth crack of the flogger. I didn’t even feel the sting this time around, my mind too focused on my breasts that were aching for attention.

  Another lash, and then another, never in the same place twice. Eventually, an unbearable throbbing had begun between my legs. I wanted him now, in the worst way. I ached for him to give me some sort of release. I squirmed a little, hoping the friction would alleviate this longing to be touched.

  As if he sensed my need, he reached his hand under me, softly rubbing his fingers through my folds. He teased small circles around my clit, exerting just the right amount of pressure to ease my ache, but not enough for a full release.

  “Oh, baby…your drenched,” he said, his voice low and husky. He placed feather light kisses over my reddened backside, before he began to work me over again, one lash after another. “You like this, don’t you?”

  Adrenaline pumped through my veins, until I floated into a dream-like state, completely detached from reality. I sluggishly processed his words.

  “No – yes, I do,” I breathed out, confused by desperation. “Alex…just…make me come. Please!” It came out like a broken sob, giving a voice to how much I was truly suffering.

  I needed it. I needed him.

  Please. Now.

  “I’ll get you there. Have patience,” he assured. He rubbed the flogger softly over my back, its feathery touch reminding me that the tool was not only used for pain, but for pleasure. After a moment, I felt the bed shift as he moved to position himself under me, head between my parted legs. “Spread your legs wider. I want to taste you. I want you to come all over my tongue.”

  If his words weren’t enough to send me over the edge, the first gentle flick of his tongue was. The orgasm crashed over me like a giant tidal wave, surprising me with its intensity. His tongue became more aggressive, the sucking of his mouth more demanding. He kept me at my peak like he was dying of thirst, seeking to drink every last drop.

  My leg muscles had tightened from euphoria, trembling involuntarily and out of control. I couldn’t stay on my knees much longer, and I was almost grateful when he moved out from under me, allowing me a moment to slump down onto the cool bed sheets. Completely spent, I listened to the sound of my pulse thudding in my ears. However, the telltale sound of foil ripping for the condom reminded me that Alexander was not yet finished with me.

  “Roll over. I want to see you when I take you,” he said huskily.

  My strength had left me, and it was a struggle to do as he requested.

  When I eventually managed to turn onto my back, he pulled my legs up and spread them wide, effectively exposing my swollen clitoris that was slick with his saliva. He hungrily drank in the sight, his palpable desire causing my pulse to quicken once again. Nestling his cock near my entrance, he slowly and deliberately he pushed his way in.

  I gasped when he began to move, never having come down fully from my orgasm. And just when I thought I couldn’t go any higher, he brought me to a whole new height. Pounding fast and hard, he brought a thumb to my clit, massaging the now over sensitive bundle of nerves. I wrapped my legs around him, giving him better access to drive even deeper. It was too much, the pleasure unbearable.

  “I – I can’t!” My words rushed out in a faltering cry.

  “You can and you will. Feel it, Krystina. Feel me, all of me.”

  He stopped circling my clit, and instead just applied a small amount of pressure, intensifying the throb of the blood flow while his cock continued to thrust deep. With his other hand, he began to flick at one of my nipples, still rigid and straining through the clamp. The combination drove me mad.

  I was wild for him.

  “Oh, yes! I’m there, I’m there!” I cried out.

  Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, full of pure and unadulterated ecstasy, as Alexander pushed me over the edge once again.

  “You’re so tight, angel. I could spend the rest of the night buried in your heat,” he said in a guttural tone. “I want you to come for me again, but wait for me this time. I want to come with you.”

  I was still buzzing, almost delirious from the last one, panting and gasping for breath.

  One more?

  I wasn’t sure if I could do it again.

  Alexander shifted his position upward. His fingers curled around my hips and he pounded forward fast and deep, pushing into me with a brutality that took my breath away. Possessing me further and harder than I thought possible, repea
tedly hitting the pleasure point in my core.

  “Oh, Alex. You feel so good,” I moaned.

  My words seemed to drive him crazy, and he hammered home with an animal like force. Within minutes, I felt that familiar ache, the buildup a steady roar in my ears, until I finally released into a moment of astounding rapture. A muffled cry escaped my lips as something inside me snapped. The room around me became a blurry haze. My body involuntarily bucked upward, as I began to pulse and clench around him again. Almost simultaneously, I felt him shudder.

  “Ah, fuck – Krystina,” he grunted, pumping faster, milking his own release with every thrust.

  He slumped down on top of me, blanketing me with his heat. We were both sticky from exertion, but I didn’t care. I wanted to savor his occasional twitch inside of me, the final echo of his release, prolonging those final few flutters of my own staggering climax.

  When it seemed that we had both caught our breaths, he reluctantly and carefully pulled out, leaving me practically purring like a kitten.

  “Stay here,” he said.

  I glanced to my right and saw him walking into his master bathroom. I heard a few cabinets opening and closing, then the water running for a few minutes. While he was gone, I had a vague awareness of the music that was still playing. The songs no longer spoke of wild passion and desire, and were more soothing and fitting to my current state of being.

  When Alexander returned, he began to wipe a warm washcloth between my legs, removing the remnants of our lovemaking. The tenderness and intimacy of his actions was surprising. And for the second time since meeting Alexander, I felt little crack in my carefully built walls.

  Careful now…it’s just the aftereffect of sex.

  I had to watch my step before I was left with nothing but a pile of rubble.

  However, I wanted to enjoy this moment, at least for another minute. And as he climbed into bed, I pushed away the nagging worry that perhaps I liked this all a little too much, and allowed him to pull me close against him.

  I nestled my head against his chest.