by C. M. Albert
Heat.
So much heat he had inside. Pastor or not, he was a man first. And the White Room helped him remember that side of himself. One that was kept caged ninety percent of his life, until he needed relief. Avaline, being a regular church member again after Henri’s passing, had informed him that some of the rules had changed in the White Room. Platinum guests were now allowed visits every four weeks, and repeat visits with past clients upon request. While his time with Arianna had been hot—hotter than Baron usually allowed—seeing someone more than once felt too much like the beginning of attachment. And the church was the only attachment he had room for in his heart.
It had been much longer than six weeks since his last visit, and the heat inside Baron had been building for far too many months. Arianna had encouraged him to expand his boundaries in the White Room, though Baron resisted the idea every moment since his last encounter.
Until today.
Today, his boundaries were for the taking. And the woman who would help him expand his horizons would be gentle, yet firm, he was told. Safety, even with the heat. Especially with the heat.
When he opened the door to the White Room, he wasn’t sure what to expect. But it wasn’t the beautiful redhead whose electric green eyes pierced his own from across the room. Elegant, but sexier than sin, was an understatement. She stood next to the fireplace, a long, leather riding crop in her hand. Baron swallowed hard as his eyes traveled over her body from head to toe. A demur, white silk blouse was tucked neatly into a black waist corset cinched tightly over a long, black, tight-as-hell pencil skirt. Long, thin legs wrapped in lacy high heels added a good three inches to the vixen.
Though her blouse was demure, the way it gaped open from corset to oversized pussycat bow was not. The long, ruffled bow secured at her throat was far sexier than almost anything else she was wearing. It brought images of a naughty librarian to mind. Perhaps the sexy, low bun in her hair helped reinforce that image too. But it wasn’t a librarian she was playing today. No librarian he’d ever met carried a riding crop like that.
He walked in, exactly as he’d been instructed. He said nothing as he crossed the room toward her. He’d been told to sit at her feet and wait for instructions. But he wasn’t sure he could do that—even to stretch his own boundaries.
His mouth was dry as his eyes ran up her long, lean legs. When Baron got closer, he noticed a sexy little mole at the corner of her mouth. In her heels, they were almost the same height, and for some reason that turned him on to no end.
“Sit,” she commanded, pointing the crop to the floor in front of her. Baron had had no intention of complying, but the way she said it—with authority and heat racing together—made him suddenly want to please her.
When he kneeled in front of her, she stepped closer, lifting his chin so their eyes met again. “I’m told you are new at this type of game play, so I will be gentle. To a point. Do we understand each other?”
Baron swallowed, but nodded. “What should I call you?” he asked. This was so different from his time with Arianna, but he grew hard imagining what might come next. He had no context to draw on that would suggest what she could possibly have in store for him.
“You may call me Wendy. Though I usually like my partners a little younger, I’m excited to bring a mature man over to the fun side. Most younger men are easy to please and train, but bringing a real man to his heels and hearing him beg is even more satisfying,” she said as she trailed the leather crop over his bare chest. He’d been instructed to wear only black jeans into the room.
“And what shall I call you?” she purred, smacking him lightly on the back with the padded leather end of her crop. It was light, hardly detectable, but stung enough at the end to send a sharp pain of lust straight between his legs. Hmmm . . .
“You can call me Gael,” he said, giving her his middle name. She looked him over, from his salt-and-pepper, graying copper hair to the freckles that lined his naked, chiseled chest.
“We have something in common then,” she said. “I, too, am Irish.”
Baron smiled, feeling a little more relaxed. Until she thwapped him on his ripped abs with the riding crop, using a little more intensity than before. He steeled himself, showing no signs of the pain that lit up his nerve endings.
“So, you are new to this. Are you open for anything I desire today, or are there limitations?”
Baron looked up at her, still on his knees. He was so close to her he could practically smell her female scent. He wanted so badly to reach out and run his hand up her long, thin leg to her hot center. He wanted to know what she was wearing underneath, and whether she, too, had freckles hidden beneath the silk.
“There are limitations, but I’ll let you know if we hit a boundary when I get to it. I know my desires and how deep they run, but I also know my heart. I will never do anything I feel degrades either one of us. Or causes real pain. I am someone who brings love into this world, nothing else. So as long as our play is consensual and sensual, I’m in.”
Vironica nodded, understanding and respecting his lines. They were her own, after all. She went deeply sensual and on the edge, but nothing that crossed the line and lost sight of the woman she really was.
“We are on the same page then. Are you open to a little spanking, or a little pain?” she asked, curious.
Lust seared him, but frightened him too. “To a point,” he said honestly.
“Understood. Well, I have a surprise for you today, but we will warm up out here first. Since you are already on your knees, you are in the perfect position to eat me, are you not?” She placed one of her high heels onto the raised fireplace ledge and placed a hand to Baron’s head, her fingers lacing in his hair.
Baron ran his hands up the outside of her legs. They were so soft, so long. He gently slid the pencil skirt up, in sync with his hands as they ventured up to her trim hips. They hadn’t even kissed yet, but Baron found himself leaning in, taking a whiff of her luscious core. She was wearing a white lace thong, barely covering an inch of her. He noticed she was bare and smooth, a smattering of freckles across her lower abdomen. He wanted to taste her, but the stupid thong was in his way.
Baron reached up and ripped the panties, tearing in opposite directions until the material snapped, freeing his access to her. He dropped them to the floor and leaned in, stretching his tongue out for a first swipe at her clit. It was hard, and larger than he expected. She smelled like heaven—an earthy, floral scent that reminded him of the wisteria Sarah used to keep in the house. He felt like it was a sign. As if she were giving him permission to be here, to move on.
He dove into Wendy with abandon, wrapping his arms around her legs and burying his face in her sweet opening. Her legs were parted, giving him full access to her center. As he lifted his mouth to meet her, he felt just how wet and sweet she really was. It was like lapping fresh summer cream. He grasped her ass, pulling her center closer to his mouth. His tongue darted up into her hot opening, lunging as deeply as he could while rubbing his nose along her sensitive nub.
Wendy responded by grasping his hair tighter, moaning as he pushed his face even closer, helping her ride his mouth to orgasm. Her body released like a string that snapped after being wound too tightly. She shook, her legs tightening around his head as she came. Baron buried his face even deeper, not letting go until her body released several mini-orgasms, not unlike the aftershocks of an earthquake.
“Mmm,” she purred, lowering her leg from the fireplace.
“Not yet,” Baron growled, standing. He would let her call most of the shots, but he wasn’t done with her yet. He lowered his hand and played with her clit again, this time with his fingers. He watched as her eyes widened, then closed as warm waves of pleasure washed over her.
“Oh, that’s nice,” she said, opening her leg back up to let him in. He rubbed his fingers along her slick entrance.
“You are so wet,” he said in awe. He leaned forward, taking her neck in his mouth and sucking it hard
. Her skin was flawless, pale. She had a few freckles on the side of her neck, under her ear. He ran his tongue up her throat, taking her earlobe in his mouth and biting as he inserted two fingers deep inside her below.
“Oh God, yes,” she breathed. He thrust his tongue inside her ear, lapping at the gentle folds as he rubbed his fingers in and out of her tight opening.
“Do you like this?” he asked, cupping her chin in his hand, forcing their eyes to meet. A heat and comfort shot strait to his cock as they stared, a knowing he didn’t understand coursing through him. Sparks of heat flew from that single glance, had her panting in time with his fingers.
“Wendy,” he said, slowing his pace, unsure of the feelings racing through him. Feelings he’d only felt once before in his life. Feelings that scared the fuck out of him.
She placed both hands on the sides of his face, leaning in for a kiss. Her lips were soft, so soft, on his own. Like coming home. “Don’t stop, Gael. Please don’t stop what you’re doing.” Her lips closed over his, taking his tongue deep inside, their mouths dancing in unison as if they’d kissed a thousand times before.
Gael moved his fingers deep inside her, finding her sacred space and running his fingers back and forth as she tightened around him in pleasure. “Like this?” he asked, coming up for breath. “Is this what you want?” He plunged his fingers deeper, then almost pulled them back out, playing with her wet opening and clitoris before plunging them back deep inside, setting an intoxicating rhythm.
“Yes! Oh God, yes!” she cried out. She bit his lower lip as he moved his fingers in and out, helping her ride another wave of orgasm. Her legs shook, her thighs clasping his hand as he worked his magic to help her come again.
He slowed his fingers as she rode out her pleasure, little tremors shaking her body against his, her head resting on his shoulder.
“Mmm . . .” Baron said, removing his fingers from her core. She pulled back and straightened her pencil skirt. He knew his hair was mussed from her fingers. He didn’t care. “Dear God, you are like summer honey, fresh from the hive,” he said. “Here, taste yourself,” he said, offering her his finger.
Hesitation had her pausing, but she opened her mouth, letting him slide one of his slick fingers into her mouth. His eyes never left hers as she suckled his finger, her coral lips cupping him like it was her last meal and food had never tasted so good. He growled. “Perhaps it’s time for you to kneel, Wendy.”
Lust brightened her eyes. “Free me from my clothes first, Gael,” she said.
Baron slowly untied the prim-and-proper bow at her neck, the silk soft and inviting against his skin. He rubbed the material between his fingers, Wendy noticing the look of heat filling his eyes.
“You like that, don’t you?” she said.
“I do,” he admitted. “It feels like the creamy softness of your thighs.”
Wendy swallowed, licking her lips as he unclasped the single button. He lifted the tails of her blouse from the corset at her waist, freeing the material from its trap. She helped Baron remove the blouse from her petite frame, exposing small, high breasts for his inspection.
“They’re not very big,” she said, “but they’re highly sensitive.”
Baron ran his fingers over her tiny breasts. They were small because she was thin, hardly any fat on her. Despite her age—Baron suspected they were nearly the same number of years—her breasts pointed up, like sweet cones tipped with a big cherry. His palm fit neatly over her breast, his fingers massaging her tight nub between his fingers. Her body shook in response. He rolled it back and forth between his fingers, watching her body arch and push against his in response. His cock tightened, enjoying just how sensitive her breasts really were. God, he couldn’t wait to taste them later. But first . . .
He unlaced her black leather corset, tossing it to the floor. Then Baron unzipped her long, black pencil skirt, holding her hand so she could step out of it in her strappy high heels. She stood before him in only pearls and heels. He was harder than he’d ever been.
“Tell me what you want, Gael,” she said.
Baron growled, guiding her head down as she dropped to her knees in front of him. The fire was warm against his ass, and nothing was a prettier sight than seeing her kneel in front of him, all prim and proper. He reached out, pulling her bun free and gasping as long, copper waves spilled out over her shoulders.
“Suck me,” he growled, his hands going to all that luscious hair. She lifted her silk blouse and ran it between his legs, holding one end in front of him and the other from behind. She very slowly slid the silk blouse between his thighs, letting the silk rub gently over his balls. He groaned, rubbing himself against the silk as it swiped back and forth along his skin, sending spears of heat straight to his belly.
She was on both knees when she lifted the silk from between his legs, wrapping it around his wide cock. She stroked up and down with it, letting the silk massage Baron’s length as her nimble fingers danced in time with the movement. The cool silk and the warm fire was nearly too much. Or so he thought. Until she wrapped her warm mouth over him. The silk shirt dropped to the floor as her mouth received him—all of him—taking him deep inside her throat. Baron groaned as he pumped into her mouth, her tongue swirling around him with each thrust. He wouldn’t last if she kept that up with her wicked little tongue. While he would love to come inside her mouth, he wanted more. He needed to feel himself inside her.
“Get up!” he said, helping pull her to a standing position.
She pouted prettily. “I was enjoying myself.”
“You’ll enjoy it even more when I spread your legs apart and bury myself deep inside you; I promise you that.” He cupped the back of her head, pulling her in for a kiss. His five o’clock shadow left a rosy glow on her cheeks and chin when they parted. He loved knowing he caused that, and he couldn’t wait to leave some chafe marks on her beautiful tits too.
“You said you had a surprise for me?” he asked.
She nodded, taking his hand and leading him from the living room.
“If it involves me being inside of you, then I’m all for it.”
“Oh, you’ll be inside of me, all right,” she said, her tight ass flexing with each step as she led him by the hand. She slid open the large doors that led to the dining room, though all the furniture had been removed. In its place was a large, black contraption that looked like a swing set, leaving Baron really confused.
“And this would be . . .” he said, trailing off at a loss for words.
“Your biggest sexual fantasy you never knew you had,” she answered.
Baron had no idea what it did or how they would use it, but as an adrenaline junkie, it certainly piqued his interest. There were all kinds of ropes hanging from the device, and it both intrigued and terrified him. “As long as my limits are respected,” he said, uncertain.
She laughed, deep from the throat. “Don’t worry, it’s not as scary as it looks. Here,” she said, walking over, “it is nothing more than a sex swing and harness. You or I can get into hundreds of different positions with this, and it helps support our weight so we can be more adventurous and try new things. If we want a little momentum, we have it. If you want a little tension, we have it. The world’s our oyster with this,” she breathed out, her nipples hard and excited as she grasped one of the poles that kept the contraption standing upright.
Baron leaned over and finally took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking hard. Her skin was just as soft and sweet at he knew it would be. “So tell me how to get you into this thing, because I’m getting impatient,” he said.
“How do you want me? That determines how I set it up.” She turned, looking coyly at him over her shoulder. “Do you like me like this, doggy style? Or . . .” She bent all the way down, grasping her ankles and leaving herself open to Baron. Her ass spread perfectly, her delicious pink center teasing and inviting. He couldn’t help but lean over and lick up her hot opening in appreciation. “Like this?”
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sp; “Yeah, I kinda like seeing you like that,” he growled, taking himself in his hand and stroking.
She rose, tossing her hair back as she did, the curls bouncing against her back. “And so it will be,” she said, adjusting the harness. “Come,” she said.
She leaned over a large padded strap, her stomach resting on it. Grabbing the pole in front of her with both hands, she pulled herself forward. “Place my knees in those stirrups,” she instructed Baron. His cock tightened as he saw her nearly bent over, the harnesses dangling, waiting for her knees.
He walked up behind her, stroking her ass and admiring the view. God she was beautiful. Freckles were generous along her thighs, and he was torn between wanting to bury his face between her legs again and fucking her from behind.
“Hurry, Gael,” she said. “I am dying to feel your thick cock fill me up.”
It was suddenly easy to make his decision. He hoisted her knees into the stirrups, one after the other, and felt so much power and so much need course through him as he saw her spread out before him, eager for him to take her.
He ran his fingers delicately over a single cheek, then massaged it, rolling the muscle between his fingers.
“Oooh, I like that,” she said. “Have you ever spanked someone?”
He remembered his time with Arianna. She had spanked him once or twice, but he had never returned the favor.
“I haven’t,” he said honestly. But staring at her porcelain, freckled ass made him want to more than ever. He swallowed. “But I want to. Man, I want to,” he said, stroking himself.
“Then do it, Gael. This is about stretching your limits, getting out of your comfort zone. I like it. It’s mutual. It brings me pleasure. So, I want you to spank me while you fuck me.”
She looked over her shoulder, her red hair tumbling over her trim back. He couldn’t wait any longer to be inside her.
He pulled her forward by the waist and stood between her outstretched knees. He slid inside slowly, savoring her tight pussy as she adjusted to the width of him. She moaned every time he pushed a little farther. When he was buried all the way in, balls deep, he slapped her ass. It jiggled against his stomach, her pussy tightening around the length of him. The bright pink spot on her ass caused him to tighten, pushing deeper still.