by Wendi Zwaduk
Rhiannon broke into the indie rock-inspired lullaby she’d written for Sebastian. What she couldn’t say to his face, she could impart through the song. The overwhelming feelings of love and desire tumbled in her belly, driving her performance. Maybe he didn’t know the song was for him, but she had the chance to play it for him.
At the end of her set, ten songs in all, she bowed then clasped her hands together on her guitar. She wobbled on her feet, drained not only from standing for over an hour but the crash brought on after the rush of performing.
“I’m not sure if I should encourage you to drive safe and have a good night or what. I’m not used to such small audiences,” she puffed.
“I’m not driving anywhere and I’d planned to have a great night, so I’d say you did very well. The lullaby was new, wasn’t it?”
“Just something I toyed around with.” He’d noticed. The song had come out of their second session. When they’d made love, the tune had played in her head. On the way home afterward, she had hummed it into the recorder on her phone. She’d added words the next day.
“Gorgeous tune.” He held out his hand. “And now the encore.”
“I didn’t practice any other songs.”
“Upstairs in my quarters.”
Ooh! He wanted her to honour the contract. She placed her guitar in the holder, then strode across the stage to where he stood. Time to cut loose and have fun. Attempting to hide her excitement, she clasped her hands behind her back and bowed her head.
“Are you ready to play?”
“Yes, Sir.” A rush of adrenaline, much like when she strummed her guitar, rushed through her veins. Her nipples beaded behind the fabric of her corset.
The collar dangled from his fingers. “And you’re willing to wear this and do whatever I ask of you?”
His husky tone radiated up and down her spine. Cream slickened the inside of her thighs from anticipation. “Yes, Sir.”
He secured the collar about her throat, then smoothed his fingers over her cheek to tip her gaze. “Kitten.”
Maybe it was the power in his voice or the strength he exuded when he stood in front of her, but a calm washed over her. All the things she had to control melted away and all of her insecurities evaporated when he collared her.
Sebastian pulled the leash from his pocket. When had he secreted all the gear? The chain made noise when he shook it out. Or had she been so entranced by him she had refused to notice? He clicked the leash in place on the D-ring, then let the chain dangle between her breasts.
“I want to strip you down to those boots and the stockings, but we have to venture across the building. I won’t have anyone else gawking at you.” He wrapped the free end of the leash around his hand. “Come.”
She took the assumed position and folded her hands behind her back once more, then bowed her head. She longed to trail her fingers over the sprinkling of stubble on his cheeks, but kept herself in check.
With him leading, she took two steps. Sebastian stopped. “On second thought…open.” Rhiannon opened her mouth and he placed the end of the leash between her teeth.
“I want a hint.” He loosened the ribbons at the front of her corset. The sides of the garment slipped free. No one would see anything from the front. If she moved or twisted, then she’d give a show. He crossed around behind her and tugged her skirt up past her hips. “A thong.” He groaned and kissed her bare shoulder. “So hot.” He nipped her skin. “And so unnecessary.” He gripped the thin material and pulled. The thong tore from her hips and bared her body to him.
She suppressed a wince. The thong cost more than a hundred dollars. But he expected her to wear the best.
“I owe you a new thong. One of these days.” He covered her with the skirt. “Or maybe I’ll require you to never wear undergarments in my presence.”
Rhiannon stared at the ground and pursed her lips to hide the smile. Billionaires and their requests. He took the leash from her and urged her forward.
“Tell me your safe word.” He helped her into the elevator.
“Hydrangea.” She knelt at his feet.
“Good Kitten.” Sebastian patted her hair. “And do you wish to use it?”
“No, Sir.” He’d been one of her more patient lovers. Always reaffirming her boundaries, while pushing her to try new things. Unlike other Doms, he kissed and touched her. He made her feel special and cared for. Damned dangerous. The last man she had trusted with more than her body had torn her life to shambles. The bell on the elevator pinged, signalling the floor and rousing her from her thoughts.
“Come, Kitten.” He offered his hand and helped her to her feet. Another thing he did, she mused. He pushed, but kept a gentle hand.
She took her place behind him and followed him into a room bathed in shadows.
“I’ve wanted to show you this for so long.” He flipped a switch, illuminating the space. “This is one of the crown jewels of Rock Hard.”
Various pieces of bondage furniture lined the floor. She gulped and tamped down the flicker of fear. He knew where she drew the line, but he developed and marketed sex toys. Sebastian personally tested out the different pieces of furniture to ensure safety, but still.
“You’re thinking too much.” He eased up behind her and massaged her temples. She fought the natural urge to moan. “You come alive when we play. The real you takes over and you’re happy.” Sebastian trailed his fingers down her arms to her sides, then freed the zipper on her skirt. The garment fell to the floor in a soft thump. He palmed her bottom. “I want you to be happy.”
She grasped her fingers. He read her so well and got to the core of her issues within moments.
Sebastian removed the bracelet. Something clicked behind her. Blood pounded in her veins. Cuffs. He secured the handcuffs in place, then strolled around her. “This needs to go.” One tug on the ribbon laces and the corset landed at her feet. “Come forward.”
Chest puffed out, she did as he asked.
A groan rumbled past his lips. “Kitten.” He kissed her cheek and held onto her breast. Heat from his hand seeped into her bones. Her synapses misfired and she moaned.
“There’s a good girl.” He gazed into her eyes. “Let everything go and give me control.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You’re so fucking hot in those boots.” He pinched her nipple. “Do you want to know where you are?”
She stared at him, unsure whether he wanted her to verbalise her answer.
“This is my personal lab. I create the toys and apparatuses for sexual play, then when I feel they are ready I release them for general purchase on the site.” He grabbed a hook dangling from a chain. “Hands.”
Rhiannon released her fingers. She expected the cuffs to hold her in place. Instead of a chain, a simple band of stainless steel encircled her wrists.
“New design.” He held her hand, then kissed her knuckles. “You’re still cuffed, but I have the control over where and in what position. When your hands are behind your back, there’s a strong magnet holding them together.” He turned her hand over, revealing a smaller D-ring built into the cuff. “I want your hands over your head, so I’ve turned off the magnet.” He moved her arms over her head and clicked another piece of metal through the rings. When he moved back, he waved a tiny remote. “Now I can engage the magnets. One press and you’re free. Do you wish to be free?”
“No, Sir.”
“Good.” He shrugged out of his sport coat. “Now, I believe I owe you punishment from last night.”
A shimmer of desire skated from her nipples to her pussy. Punishment. Time to release all the negativity in her soul.
Sebastian rolled the cuffs of his dress shirt up to his elbows, then toed out of his shoes. “At least five lashes from the flogger.” He removed his belt and tossed it onto the pile of clothing at his feet. “Or do you want more?”
“More, Sir,” she replied, knowing full well what her response would earn her.
“Bad Kitten.” He open
ed a drawer beneath the bondage bed. “I need to get your toys. Which shall we play with tonight?” He pulled a cat-o’-nine-tails from the drawer. “This one leaves such pretty lines on your ass.” He caressed the glass handle. “And it serves a dual purpose.”
She shivered. Anticipation was a bitch, but a bitch she loved dearly.
“If I want, I can use this end for a nice plug.” He grasped the handle, then turned her around. “Now.”
Rhiannon braced for the first sting of the flogger. She arched her back, giving him more access to her ass. He struck her once, hard enough for pleasure-filled pain to sear through her body.
“Fuck.” He added another two lashes to her bottom. Her skin burned and her pussy clenched. She closed her eyes, basking in the sensations. Sebastian swatted the tops of her thighs and the middle of her back.
She measured her breaths and gave in to the need to let go. The crap in her past flowed away, replaced by the warmth of his flogger on her skin. She rolled her hips.
“Tease. You want more?” He draped the tails of the flogger on her ass in a cool contrast to the fire deep in her body.
“Yes, Sir.”
“I can’t say no to my Kitten.” He slapped her ass, twice on each cheek. “Damn. I can’t wait.”
She tipped her head, listening to his movements. He grunted, the sound followed by the click of his zipper. Sebastian grabbed her leg, hobbling her. One arm went around her torso and he palmed her breast.
“Who do you belong to?” His cock throbbed against her pussy lips.
“You, Sir.”
Sebastian thrust into her body in one hard move, filling her. Rhiannon cried out. The wiry hairs at the base of his dick tickled her ass.
Another grunt. “So fucking good.” He held her tight to his chest and angled her for deeper penetration. Sebastian worked his hips, pistoning in and out of her vagina. The blunt head of his cock caressed every inch of her cunt.
“Don’t you dare come.”
She squirmed. God, how she loved the game, loved him denying her. He thrust hard and spanked her in time with each movement.
Her pussy spasmed and her clit buzzed. Christ, she needed to come.
“We’ve barely begun to play, Kitten. Not until I tell you to.” He smacked her bottom hard and emptied his seed deep in her womb.
Her vision blurred and her mouth went dry. She sagged against him, barely able to stand.
“Oh, you’re not done yet.” Sebastian pulled out of her and placed her on both feet. He took hold of her hands and brought her arms to her sides. “I’ve got one more item I want you to try.”
Chapter Three
One more item. If she liked it, he’d be willing to bet the item would become a bestseller. Sebastian had seen the particular apparatus used in one of the clubs he frequented. But his idea made the table better—padded enough to make her comfortable, but with a built-in motor, hinges and removable pieces enough to be a multi-tasker.
He led her across the room to a waist-high table. “Hop up.”
Rhiannon sat on the edge of the leather-covered table and scooted into place on her hands and knees. She spread her hands on the surface and opened her legs, resting her ankles on the stirrups. He fixed the straps around her legs, then clicked a second set of cuffs to the handcuffs on her wrists.
“Do you want to know just what this table will do?”
“Yes, Sir.” She opened her mouth and licked her lips.
“Good Kitten.” He pressed a button, lowering the table top. Her eyes widened, but she didn’t say anything. Sebastian smoothed her hair from her eyes, then stroked himself a couple of times. “Reach for me.”
Rhiannon inched forward as far as the restraints allowed and craned her neck. She flicked her tongue over the head of his cock.
“That’s a good girl.” He moved forward enough for her to engulf him in her sweet heat. She licked his balls then sucked one of his testicles into her mouth. Sensations of love and desire flowed through his veins. He drew a long breath and let it out slowly.
“Enough.” Sebastian withdrew, then shoved down his pants to where they pooled at his feet. He sat down on a chair before her and removed his socks. “You’ve pleased me,” he said, and unbuttoned his shirt, “but I think you need to wait a little longer.”
Sebastian shrugged out of the silken garment, then tossed it onto the floor. Clad in nothing but his boxer shorts, he stood. “What should I do to you?” He crept around her, taking in every angle of her body, restrained on the table. “A plug. Yes.” He rummaged through the drawer for the perfect ass plug.
“Wet it.” He held the toy before her—a glass plug with polished blue faux jewels in the handle and shaft. “Get it ready for your ass.”
Rhiannon bathed the toy in her spit, coating it. She hummed as she rubbed the bulbous head on the inside of her cheek.
“Oh shit, that feels good.” His restraint splintered around her. Hell, she barely understood how sexual she was just being herself. That—the sexuality and confidence—that was what he needed to foster more.
Sebastian took the plug from her, then placed it at the opening of her ass. The tight ring of muscle flexed at his touch. He eased the glass toy into her butt, allowing her to get used to the invasion. With her head low, she grunted and moaned. The plug slid into her asshole up to the handle. A shiver raced through her body.
“One more thing.” He pressed another button, splitting the table into two pieces about six inches apart. The position opened her up to his possession even more. The angle also meant she knew who was in control. He dropped his boxer shorts and stepped out of them.
“Fucking hot.” He slapped her butt, leaving a fresh handprint. “You’re mine.” Sebastian lined his cock up with her pussy, then sank into her vagina in one thrust. He grasped her hips and kicked up the pace. The table creaked in time with his rocking.
Rhiannon scratched at the table top, her nails digging into the pristine surface.
“Tell me you like this, Kitten. Make noise.” He ramped up his movements, his balls slapping her clit with each thrust.
“God.” She trembled from head to toe. “Need to come, Sir. Please?”
“Not yet.” Not until he came. The orgasm started low in his belly and radiated to his limbs. His sac tightened and he shook his head. “Now come with me.”
She threw her head back, her hair falling in a cascade over her shoulders. The pressure from her orgasm clamped him into place. Her cream spilled out around him and splashed onto his thighs. He filled her womb with cum and groaned. Totally spent, he closed his eyes and rested his forehead on her back. “Kitten.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Rhiannon whimpered and panted. “Thank you.”
Sebastian pressed the button to put the table back together, then opened his eyes and rose to his full height. He placed his hand on her back, then eased the plug from her ass and tossed the toy onto the table. He unlatched the restraints around her ankles and helped her to a sitting position.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Call me Sebastian.” He unlocked both sets of cuffs around her wrists, then unlatched the collar about her throat. “The scene’s over. No need to address me as Sir.”
She rubbed her arms and considered his words. He wanted to use first names. Odd. Then he lingered after the scene, not running the moment he released her from the restraints. The longer she spent around him, the more he broke the rules. Part of her wanted to continue and see where a possible relationship could go. The scared part of her wanted nothing of a partnership with him.
“You haven’t left.” She regretted her words the moment she said them. “I mean, you’re sticking around. I mean…” Damn it. Nothing sounded quite right.
“I didn’t want to go.” He unzipped her boot, then eased the footwear off her leg. “A master can tell when his slave isn’t ready for the session to end.” He removed her other boot. “Tonight, things will last longer.” Her stockings landed in a pile with her boots. “I can see in your eye
s you have questions.” He scooped her into his arms. “And I have your bracelet.”
She felt so small in his embrace. The urge to wriggle from his grasp crossed her mind. To put the barriers back in place before he managed to tear them down any further. But why? Because he had money? She shrugged off that thought. Money didn’t do much for her, especially when she had her own. Prestige? Nope. Then what was it about him? His looks? Hell, yes. The man resembled a clothing model, muscles in all the right places and the perfect amount of scruff on his cheeks. He towered over her when they walked side by side. Plus, his touch gave her the happy shivers.
The bell dinged for each floor passed. Rhiannon glanced at the number pad. P? Penthouse? She’d never been to the top floor. The doors opened into what appeared to be an apartment, albeit a very expensive one. Sebastian strode across the room, placed her on a bed and smiled.
“Whoa.” She sat up and yanked the sheet over her body to hide her nudity. “Where are we?” Heavy ivory drapery ringed the bank of windows looking over the glittering buildings making up the downtown area. Sheer curtains blurred the view out of the windows facing the lake. A sleek black bureau sat in the corner of the room with an ornate mirror on the wall above it. Plush white carpeting lined the floor. If she didn’t know better, she’d have guessed she was in a luxury hotel suite.
“My private suite. On the top floor.” He shook out a pair of silk pyjama bottoms and stepped into them. “Care for a drink?”
This was entirely too cosy. Too easy. The freedom she craved and embraced when they had sex died the moment he moved the scene to something more domestic.
“I don’t want a drink. I need to go.” She bunched the sheet above her breasts.
“No.”
She froze. No?
Sebastian sat down in front of her on the bed. “What changed? Between here and the playroom? Tell me.”