by Unknown
“Why didn’t you?” he asked.
“Because you looked like such a wreck I was sure something bad must have happened to you. I decided to at least hear you out.”
He barked a short laugh. “I hope my appearance has improved since then.”
“Good food, rest, and a gym will work wonders for a man,” she agreed. “Do you really think you’re ready to see her now?”
The memory of Jo made his cock harden with need.
“Oh, yeah. I’m ready.” He paused. “Wish me luck?”
Kira smiled at him.
“Of course. You’re going to need it.”
* * * *
“I don’t know why you had to make this so elaborate,” Jo complained, watching the limo pull up at the curb. “I mean the fancy ride, the new dress, and all.”
“Because I want tonight to be very special. By the way, that dress looks wicked good on you.”
“What there is of it. “
Jo looked down at the short slip-dress, some kind of filmy material in screaming red that barely covered her from her nipples to the tops of her thighs.
“And why no underwear?”
Kira chuckled.
“The better for him to catch your scent, my dear.”
“Him?” She cocked her head and gave her sister a questioning look. “Him who?”
“I told you. I arranged for a particular Dom for your birthday that will make the night extremely memorable for you. He’ll be perfect, I promise. And hopefully, will help you get past those bad memories you keep next to you like a second skin.” Kira frowned. “If you don’t chicken out, that is.”
“I promised I’d at least meet him in the room and I will. But after that?” Jo shrugged. “We’ll see.”
But she was already anticipating the evening, something she hadn’t expected would happen. The throbbing in her cunt was back and stronger than ever. Her breasts ached for the grip of a man’s hand, her nipples tightened for the painful restraint of nipple clamps.
The more she thought about the kiss of the lash on her skin, the slap of the paddle, and a Dom’s filling cock in her mouth, the wetter she got beneath her sexy dress. For the first time since Sean disappeared she wanted that pleasure/pain. A bite that could send her high over the top into orgasm. The muscles in her tummy tightened and her pussy ached with need.
Pulling in a deep breath she slowly let it out and opened the front door. The limo driver was holding open the passenger side door.
“Let it all hang out, sweetie,” Kira called.
“We’ll see.”
Jo took the driver’s hand and let him usher her into the rear of the limo. He closed the door, hoofed it around to the front, and climbed in behind the wheel. As the vehicle pulled away from the curb she glanced through the window to see Kira smiling and waving at her. Butterflies began tap-dancing in her stomach to an accelerated rhythm.
The rhythm of uncertainty mixed with unexpected anticipation.
Chapter Two
Fantasy discreetly stood in the north side of the city, an adobe structure with a red barrel tile roof. It sat squarely between a one-story office building and another Spanish-style building housing a home design firm. The difference between the three structures was that Fantasy owned all the property behind it to allow sufficient space for parking. Visitors entered through a canopied door at the rear of the building.
The limo deposited her right at the canopy, the driver opened her door, and she slid across the seat. She pressed the doorbell set into the adobe and swallowed hard to steady her nerves. When the heavy carved wooden door swung open she stepped into the oak-paneled reception area on legs suddenly slightly unsteady.
“Good evening, Miss Johanna.”
Lila, the greeter, smiled at her.
“We haven’t had the pleasure of your visits for some time.”
Jo smoothed her hands down the flimsy material of her dress.
“No, I’ve been, uh, somewhat busy.”
“Well, we’re certainly glad you’ve chosen to celebrate your birthday with us. Your sister has made all the arrangements. I trust you’ll find them to your liking.”
“One can hope,” she muttered.
“Excuse me?”
“Nothing.”
Jo pasted on a smile.
“I’m ready for the festivities to begin.”
“I’m positive you’ll enjoy the evening planned for you,” Lila smoothly said. “Let’s get your purse into a locker.”
She lifted a hand and beckoned.
“Jason? Our special guest is here.”
Special guest? Jo frowned. Exactly how special? She wondered if she’d regret agreeing to this. Her palms dampened and her throat was suddenly dry. She might have turned and run back out the door, but Jason gave her a warm smile. Black leather pants and a vest outlined a husky figure that was solid muscle. His long blond hair was intricately braided with a thin silver rope and hung down his back nearly to his waist. He was a familiar face to her, a dungeon master with whom she’d interacted many times.
“Happy birthday, Miss Johanna.” He grinned at her. “We’re happy you’re spending it with us here at Fantasy.”
“Thanks, Jason.” She gave him a weak smile. “I think.”
“Miss Kira was very specific about tonight’s arrangements.”
He winked, took her arm, and led her down a short hallway to the room where people stowed their possessions and clothing before entering the club.
When Jason reached for her purse she tightly clutched it, overcome with a sudden urge to turn and make a break for the door. But the tall man placed his hand over one of hers and gave her a reassuring squeeze.
“I know you have some reservations because you haven’t been here to play in a long time,” he told her. “But let me assure you, tonight will fulfill your greatest fantasies.”
Jo had plenty of misgivings, considering the man of her fantasies had disappeared off the face of the earth. Could she actually be with another Dom in a place where she and Sean had been completely intimate and explored nearly every aspect of BDSM?
Yes, you can.
Kira’s voice echoed in her brain. Jo deliberately pushed back the doubts as she handed over her purse and tried to calm her jittery nerves.
“As you know, Miss Johanna, a major factor in D/s play is the stimulation of the senses and raising them to their most acute level of response. When one sense is dampened, the others become even more sensitive.”
“Yes. But why are you telling me this?”
“Because one of the things Miss Kira insisted on—and your partner for the evening—was that you be blindfolded.”
“Oh, wait. Jason, I don’t know—“
“Trust us. Trust me.”
He pulled a square of silk from his pocket and carefully folded it into a long strip.
“Relax and prepare to enjoy your evening.”
Well, she’d made up her mind that tonight would be a new and fresh start for her. No backing out now.
Jo tightly clasped her hands together as Jason placed the silk over her eyes. She was plunged into blackness at once. The rasp of her breathing became magnified. The whisper of the air conditioning like a tiny breeze on her skin.
“Come now.”
Jason took her hand.
“Your Master awaits.”
She tightly clutched his hand as he led her from the room. The carpet in the hallway was soft beneath her heels as he led her further down toward her room and an adventure. A door opened while a slight pressure of Jason’s hand at the small of her back made her jump. He pushed her forward until she was inside the room.
“Your sub, Sir.”
Jason nudged her forward.
“Thank you.”
The hoarse, masculine voice was unfamiliar to Jo. Oh, well. It was probably a Dom she hadn’t met before but one Kira thought would take care of her properly. Her sister would never have entrusted her to anyone’s care unless she knew him well. She had to fa
sten on to that thought
“I’m sure we’ll be fine,” he purred.
The lock on the door clicked into place behind her and she was alone in the room. But with who? She shifted from foot to foot and wet her lips.
“Don’t be afraid.” The voice was warm and reassuring, not unpleasant despite its rasp. “I know what you like and I’m here to provide it for you. Do you understand?”
Because he had asked her a question she knew he was giving her implicit permission to speak.
“You know what I want? Oh, right. My sister put that all in the request.?”
A soft chuckle.
“Just know that this will be a night you’ll never forget.”
She heard a sharp, quick intake of breath.
“Your scent is incredible. You’re already aroused and the sweet aroma makes me very hard.”
“Thank you. I’m glad it pleases you,” she tried to control the quaver in her voice.
I can’t be this nervous. For god’s sake, what am I, a virgin?
“Oh, it pleases me a great deal. Now, I’ve been told your safe word is shamrock. Is that correct?”
She nodded.
“Does it have special meaning for you?”
For a moment, pain lanced through her heart and she had to force it back. She couldn’t afford to think about Sean tonight. She’d be distracted from what was meant to be a healing process and throw herself right back into the same knot of agony she’d been living with every day.
“It did. Once.”
He paused, as if thinking about it.
“Fine, I don’t intend to change it.”
His large hands ran over her body, paused to cup her breasts, and tweaked her nipples. His palms were warm, his fingers long and lean. Little shards of pleasurable pain surged through her breasts and down to her pussy. His digits skimmed over her tummy and reached beneath the very short skirt of her dress to find her pussy.
“Slick,” he breathed across her cheeks, as his fingers opened her folds. “Soft and wet. Have you touched yourself tonight?”
“No, Sir. The directions my sister gave me forbade me to.”
His laugh was rusty-sounding, as if he hadn’t used it in a long time. Still, there was no mistaking the hunger in his tone.
“I’m going to taste you. Taste your essence. Slide my tongue inside you and coat my mouth with your juices.”
He took one of her hands and tugged her forward.
“That dress turns me on,” he told her, “but I think we need to get rid of it.”
He slowly drew the fabric over her head, leaving her clad only in her wickedly high heels.
“Raise your arms,” he commanded.
When she did as she was told he took each wrist in turn and snapped a manacle around the vulnerable skin. When Jo moved her arms she realized the cuffs were attached to chains that descended from the ceiling. They were long enough to allow her to stand almost on tiptoe, her entire body strung out like a tension wire. Heat washed over her at being restrained in a way that always aroused her. This had been a habit with Sean, who told her it gave him free access to every part of her body.
“I understand that this is how you favor punishment sessions with your Master.”
Oh, yes. Submitting completely to Sean’s punishment while strung up and vulnerable always turned her on. Sometimes she had even pushed him and did something to irritate him to enhance the intensity of their session. She’d object or speak out of turn. He always laughed and told her she was a perfect sub, a woman who gave herself completely to him in all aspects yet never lost that little wild streak inside her.
Now the Dom moved behind her and his hard cock brushed against the back of her thigh. Skin on skin. Naked? He was naked! Oh My God! Her hands itched to touch him, her tongue demanded a taste of him, and her body wanted to imprint itself on him. She inhaled the masculine scent that clung to him. There was something vaguely familiar about him that made the muscles of her cunt clench with hunger and her pulse throb.
His hands moved over her skin following the curve of her buttock. When he smacked his hand hard against her ass she jolted with the unexpectedness of his touch. But the familiar rush of heat flooded her and she wanted more of the pain that was so arousing to her. It had been so very long.
“Such a beautiful shade of red,” he murmured. “Let’s see if we can add to it.”
The next slap was harder than the first, with more of a sharp sting, as were the others that followed. Her ass was getting warmer and warmer as were her thighs and her pussy, the fire spread from place to place. The sound of his hand on her skin grew sharper with each slap.
Her blood raced and her pulse pounded. When the spankings stopped altogether she wanted to beg for more, but she knew enough to simply stay there, head tipped forward. She could smell her arousal so she was sure the Dom could, also. Her breathing accelerated and heat crawled over her skin.
A warm hand smoothed over her ass cheeks and slid between her thighs to touch her pussy. Test the slickness of her core.
“I feel how much you enjoy that, girl. You’re even wetter than before.”
There was satisfaction in his voice.
“Yes, Sir. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, girl.”
She sensed him move to stand in front of her. In a moment he pressed a light kiss to each breast . Light shivers skated over her skin.
“Sweet girl, your responses are so acute, so intense, I’m thinking you haven’t been properly punished for a long time, have you?”
“No, Sir, I haven’t.”
And she hadn’t realized how much she’d missed it.
“Perhaps we need to make up for that. I have a nice flogger here begging to kiss your sweet, sweet ass.”
“Yes, Sir, that would be very nice.”
Tremors of anticipation at the flogger’s kiss ran through her body. What she really wanted was the whip but she knew better than to ask for it. Especially with an unknown Dom where the choice of instrument was always his and his alone.
She was still imagining the sting of the lash when the first blow of the flogger fell. She jerked in response. No touching her ass first. No tender caress or warm-up this time. The full force of his strength rippled behind the blow. And she welcomed every powerful
maneuver the coil of lust spiraling up from deep inside her soul. Sean used to tell her she was a punishment junkie and she was sure he was right. The more severe the pain, the more aroused she became.
Jo’s body swayed with each slap of the flogger on her already heated, stinging flesh. She heard the Dom heavily breathing and wished he would stand close enough to her so she could sense his cock brushing against her again. But she stopped thinking as pain consumed her body. She welcomed it, soaked it in, and embraced it. How had she gone so long without this sweet, dark kiss?
By the time he finished Jo was riding the edge of orgasm, doing her best to control it because her Master had not given her permission to come. Every slap of the flogger, every lightning strike of pain, brought her closer and closer to the edge. Some Doms liked to prolong the punishment phase, spacing out the blows so that anticipation upped the arousal.
Jo had always loved the way Sean moved hard and fast. It was obvious that Kira had conveyed that information. When he slid two fingers into her pussy again she clenched her muscles down on them and tried to ride his hand.
He immediately withdrew and nipped her shoulder.
“I love an anxious sub,” he told her. “But you know the rules. You come only on my command.”
He pinched both nipples, the nip of pain flushing through her body to blend with the pain caused by the flogger.
Please, please let me come.
But she clamped her lips together to swallow the words.
“Such gorgeous, ripe buds.”
He pulled first one, then the other into his mouth and swirled his tongue around them before he grazed them with his teeth. A little whimper of pleasure whispered from her
lips.
“I think they need some decorations, though”
Oh, god, it had been so long since she’d felt the bite of metal against her flesh from a pair of nipple clamps. At the first pinch, she bit her lower lip. Harder, squeeze them more. As if he’d heard her, his fingers tightened the base of the clamps on each nipple. Jo visualized her swollen flesh turning a deep rose.
Pain that rode the edge of sweetness stabbed through each breast, enhancing the sensation. She welcomed the feeling, falling into subspace. Everything around her ceased to exist except her body and the need for herDom to take the punishment higher. Make it more intense.
His hands followed the curve of her hips and down the sides of her thighs. When his fingers slid over to open the lips of her pussy she had to bite her lip not to cry out. Desire was swamping her, taking her right to the edge of orgasm. It took every bit of self-control to keep from falling over the edge—control she needed even more when his tongue flicked back and forth over her clit. The muscles in her cunt clenched and unclenched as the need for orgasm intensified. In the darkness, every single touch, every sensation was magnified. Every response became more extreme.
That soft chuckle vibrated against her pussy as his lips pressed to her wet flesh.
“So delicious.”
He lapped at her, his tongue teasing at her entrance. Shudders racked her, again and again.
“I know you want to come. I can feel it in the tension of your body. Feel the little tremors in this sweet cunt.”
He sucked hard on her clit, her inner muscles clenching even more, breasts aching, her entire body tightening to control her need.
“But you can’t come,” he reminded her. “Not until I tell you to.”
He slid one finger inside her.
“Ohhh, Sir.” She was having trouble breathing. “Please, please, may I come?”
He slowly dragged his finger from the clasp of her inner muscles.
“Not yet. But soon.”
She sensed the whisper of air as he moved away. His hands released the manacles around her wrists and he eased her down to her feet. His strong fingers massaged her arms to relieve the strain. There seemed to be exceptional tenderness in his touch, although that might be wishful thinking on her part. Still, Kira would not have arranged for a Dom who wouldn’t be sensitive to her needs. Especially not when Jo hadn’t played for so long and the memories of Sean were still clear and sharp.