by Diane Leyne
“Thank you. I love it.” She walked over to him and kissed him on the cheek.
“It’s made by Cole Reacher and his wife Jesse. She’s and artist and he’s a blacksmith down in Satisfaction, Texas. This is a new medium for them. They are in a ménage with Murphy and…I’m babbling, aren’t I?”
“Yes, you are. Why don’t you shut up now and come up join me in my bedroom? I think you know the way. Lube’s in the same drawer as the condoms.” She turned and started up the stairs, not waiting to see if he followed.
Chapter Seven
Nick didn’t need to be asked twice. He moved quickly, wishing he could sweep her off her feet and carry her to bed, but if his thigh gave out again, it would spoil the mood when he fell and dropped her. So he contented himself with following as quickly as he could.
When he entered her bedroom, Sarah was standing in the centre uncertainly, holding the plug in her hand. Nick wasn’t uncertain anymore. He knew exactly what he wanted.
He reached out and took the plug from her hand. Then he walked over to the night table and removed the tube of lube and several condoms. He paused long enough to turn the lamp on and then he sat down on the edge and leaned back.
“Strip!” he ordered, using his most authoritative Dom voice. He was rewarded by the shiver of desire he saw go through Sarah as her hands went to the hem of her T-shirt. Seconds later, she was standing before him naked and beautiful. She was a woman with a capital W. She had tits and hips and an ass a man could get lost in. But first, he was going to get it nice and red before he filled it with the plug.
“Turn. I want to see all of you.” He could see that she felt uncomfortable, especially with the light shining on her, but he didn’t want to miss a thing.
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”
He could see her start to protest.
“Think twice, subbie, before you speak. You belong to me at the moment, and I won’t have you putting down my property. How can you still doubt that I find you beautiful? Clearly, I’m going to have to punish you every time you put yourself down until I’ve driven out your self-doubt, starting tonight. Hell, Sarah! Don’t you see what you do to me?”
He indicated the tenting in his pants.
“You know, I’m never going to last through what I plan to do to you before I fuck your sweet pussy. I think I need you to suck me off so I’m not distracted during your punishment.”
He unzipped his pants and pushed them and his boxer briefs down his thighs. Without waiting for a command, she was on her knees between his spread thighs. He knew he should reprimand her for taking the initiative, but her mouth felt so damned good on his cock. He didn’t even try to hold back his own pleasure, quickly standing and twining his hands in her hair. Then he fucked her mouth hard and deep, coming down her throat. Then, after she’d licked him clean, he tucked his spent cock into his pants and zipped back up.
“Over my lap, subbie. I do believe you have some punishments coming before I ready you for the plug.”
“Why, Sir? What did I do wrong?”
“Did I instruct you to suck my cock?”
She frowned. “You said you needed me to suck you, Sir. I know you did.”
“Yes, but I didn’t instruct you to get started, did I?”
“No, Sir.”
“Then over my lap, kitten. I’m going to turn that ass nice and red before I started stretching that ass and getting it ready for this plug and, eventually, my cock.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Well?”
Moving slowly, she positioned herself to his right and then draped her body over his lap. He ran a hand lightly over it and then between her thighs, pulling them apart. He was delighted to see the cream coating them.
“So, you are turned on, are you, kitten?” He fingered her pussy, skimming around the edges without entering her.
She moaned, but didn’t answer.
Smack.
“I asked you a question!”
“Sorry, Sir. Can you ask again? I guess I got distracted.”
Smack.
“Bad subbie. You should be focused on nothing but me. Not your own pleasure or desires. You are here to serve me, your Dom. I asked if you were turned on. I can see the cream on your thighs.”
“Yes Sir. I am.”
“Good. Now I owe you ten for insulting my property and ten for sucking my cock without permission.”
“But Sir—”
“That’s twenty. You want to make it thirty, then keep arguing with me.”
“No Sir. Twenty is good, Sir.”
Without another word, he got started. He brought his hand down hard, moving it around her ass so soon the whole thing was bright red. Another time, he’d make her count out her punishment, but he was impatient to get to the next order of business, getting her ready for anal.
He did pause, occasionally, to rub her ass or reach between her thighs. Once he dipped a finger into her pussy. Another time, he spread her cream over her swollen clit and rubbed it lightly. Each time she moaned with desire.
Even when he was spanking her, it wasn’t long before her cries of pain morphed into something more. He stroked her heated cheeks and she writhed against his hand. He laughed and struck her again.
When he was done, he was sorry he had to stop at twenty, but he wanted her to know she could trust him. Reaching to one side, he grabbed the lube.
“Reach back, kitten, and pull your cheeks apart. Time to start stretching that pretty rosette of yours.”
He had to suppress a laugh as he watched her struggle to comply with his order. He was sure she didn’t think her asshole was pretty, but it was. It would be even prettier when it was stretched wide by his cock.
He dribbled some of the lube into her crack before placing the nozzle at her rosette and shooting some of the cool lube directly inside her ass.
When she jerked and let go, he slapped her ass hard, twice.
“Hands!”
She moaned but complied.
“Good girl.”
He lubed a finger and swirled it around her back hole. Carefully he pushed down, sliding just the tip of his finger inside.
* * * *
Sara moaned. She could feel the stretch of his finger going where no finger, except that of her doctor, had gone before. And that had been under very different circumstances. It had been embarrassing, but not arousing.
Now, all she could think about was the way Nick’s finger felt, knowing that soon he’d add another finger, and eventually the plug. And, one day, it would be his cock in her ass.
She moaned at the thought of him taking her in a way that no other man ever had before. It made her feel more submissive than she’d ever felt, like he owned her body, in a very good way.
Then she felt him add a second finger. Now she could feel more stretching, even a bit of a burn, but he moved slowly, in and out, in and out. Once that got easier, his movements changed, his fingers moving in a scissoring motion, stretching her wider with each motion. She moaned again.
“You like that, do you?” he asked with a chuckle as he added a third finger. This hurt. She tried to pull away.
He removed his fingers long enough to spank her ass hard, and then they were back, the three of them unceremoniously buried deep. She screamed as she felt an orgasm slam through her, out of the blue. She’d had no notice of it, no flutters. One moment she was protesting the invasion of his finger and the next, her body was twitching and convulsing as he laughed with delight.
“You are a natural. I can’t wait until it’s my cock you’re coming around, but not yet. There’s one more step.”
Then she felt the cool plug against her ass. Clearly, he’d lubed it, because it slid in easily. At first. As it got wider, she could feel the stretch. It was different than his fingers, harder, cooler. She tried to relax, as he pulled it back and then pushed again, fucking it into her inch by inch. It was too much. She tried to take it, but she was going to have to code. Then it was
inside her, her sphincter closing tightly around the base, holding this large intruder inside her.
It was starting to warm up, too, and feel almost pleasant. She felt Nick playing with it, pulling it partially out of her and then pushing it back in. He did it a few times before rolling her onto her back. In this position, she could feel it pushing deeper into her and she tried to adjust her position, but then Nick was on top of her and pushing his condom-covered cock inside.
* * * *
His cock was large, but now with the plug in her ass, he had to work harder to get inside her. He propped himself on his elbows and watched her face as he pressed for entrance, ever so slowly, until he was balls-deep, filling her completely.
Leaning down, he kissed her hard on the mouth, his tongue invading. Then he took her hands and placed them on the headboard above her.
“Don’t let go. You can come as often as you like.” Then he was moving inside her, the last of his self-control gone as he rode her hard and fast, like a starving man running towards a feast.
He didn’t use finesse. He wasn’t the smooth, generous lover he’d always prided himself on being. Instead, he was a primitive caveman intent on conquering his mate. He wasn’t sure how he managed to last, but he was determined not to come until she had at least twice. Like a madman, he pounded into her, using his hands and mouth on her tits and clit, then throwing her legs over his shoulders as he kept going until she screamed out her second orgasm. Only then did he let himself go, releasing jet after jet of hot cum into the condom, even as he wished that there didn’t have to be any barriers between them.
Afterwards, they lay together on the bed, entwined. It had been a good evening. Great, even. He’d felt like he was going to come the second he was inside her. It felt so good. She felt so good. He couldn’t wait to see her again and he wasn’t even finished with this time yet. Next time, he promised himself, it would be his cock where the plug now resided.
He laid back and looked at the ceiling. He did want to see her again. He felt his breathing grow labored, his chest tighten. His heart was starting to pound. Oh, god. This is what had happened the last time. He’d driven himself to the emergency room. A panic attack, they’d called it. He’d thought he was having a heart attack and hadn’t wanted to die in her bed.
She was dozing when he slid out of bed. His movements must have woken her up. Damn!
“I, uh…I have to go.” He could see the confusion in her eyes. The hurt. Then the resolve. He had to get out of there.
“Don’t like to spend the night, do you?” Her tone was dry.
“Uh, no. It’s just that I can’t breathe. I think it’s a panic attack. You need to give me time. I’ve got feelings I can’t process. I told you, I’m not ready for a relationship.”
“Call it what you like. When people spend time together, then they are in a relationship. Deal with it.”
“I told you…”
“Yes, yes. You don’t do relationships. Well, let me tell you something, Nick Della Corte. You are the one pursuing me, not the other way around. You don’t want an exclusive relationship? Not a problem. I’m not looking for an exclusive relationship either.”
He felt his stomach clench. Now, in addition to the pain in his chest and labored breathing, his stomach was rebelling against him. She didn’t want an exclusive relationship? She should be grateful for any kind or relationship with the Iceman. He’d lost track of how many subs he’d played with once or twice over the past couple of years who had wanted more, but he’d walked away.
“Kitten, playing together twice doesn’t make a relationship.” He forced his voice to be casual as he pulled on his pants. “Don’t make this into something it isn’t.”
“Not a problem. As it happens, you aren’t the only Dom I’m seeing. That’s a relatively new relationship, too. Let’s just take it step by step and we can see where things are going.”
“Someone else? Another Dom?” He was going to be sick. He had to get out, but he had to know. He’d seen Fire kissing her. Please don’t let it be Peter Firenelli she was seeing.
“Yes, that’s what I just said.”
“Would this be a redheaded Dom, one who goes by the name of Fire?”
The panic attack was almost overwhelmed by the anger and despair when she nodded. Oh, god. He was going to drop dead and then it wouldn’t matter anyway.
“How is he?” He almost whispered the words. He hadn’t meant to ask. The words just popped out.
“He’s doing well. He misses you, you know.”
The words ricocheted through his brain. He didn’t want to hear that. He wanted to know that Peter was as miserable as he was.
“He has Jackie!”
“No, she’s out of his life. Besides, he never wanted her.”
“Whatever. Why are we talking about Peter?” he demanded, unreasonably, since he’d brought him up. “Yes, well, I told you I wasn’t looking for a relationship. Anyway, I have to be going.” Yes, he had to be going before he passed out. That or drop to his knees and beg her to be his. But if he did that now, she’d think it was more about taking her from Peter and wanting her for his own, so he just backed away from the bed.
“Yes, fine. Run from me like a coward. But you know something? That’s twice you’ve loved me and then run away. I live by the rule of three. One more time and we’re in a relationship whether you want one or not.” He blanched. What if she was right? Then he turned on his heel and ran as if all the demons of hell were on his tail. Of course, his exit would have been more impressive if he wasn’t barefoot and bare-chested. He thought about going back for the shoes. He loved those black Doc Martens. He looked up at her window and saw the light go out.
He would buy a new pair, he decided. It could have been worse. He reached into his pocket. Where were his keys? Shit. He walked back up the steps to her porch and rang the bell. The door opened so promptly that she’d thrown his things into his arms and slammed the door shut before he was able to react.
Fine. He didn’t really want to see her again anyway. Rule of three. How ridiculous.
* * * *
Peter giggled. Then he laughed out loud. “Nick ran out barefoot?” He’d just come back from Japan and headed straight for Sarah’s. He hadn’t even bothered to go home and pack.
“Barefoot. Bare-chested. He had his pants on but he didn’t realize he’d dropped his keys. I picked up everything and brought it downstairs and waited. Sure enough, he rang the bell a couple of minutes later. He took so long that I thought he was going to walk home.” She giggled. “I shoved everything in his arms and slammed the door.”
“Oh, baby. I wish I’d been there to see it. See him. How did he look?”
“Happy at first. And horny. Frightened, confused, determined. I think he was having a panic attack.”
Peter nodded. “He had them a few times growing up. I thought he’d grown out of them.”
“Maybe, but it seems that sex with me might have triggered them.” She giggled. “I’ve had different effects on men, but never panic attacks.”
“You give me panic attacks.” Peter leaned over and kissed her. “I am terrified that what we have won’t last. That you’ll choose him over me.”
“Oh, Peter. You are the most amazing man. I want to tell you that you are the only man for me, but I have feelings for Nick, too, feelings I can’t deny. Is it possible to love two men at once?”
“I know it’s possible to love two people. I love you and I love Nick. I’ve loved him for most of my life and I’m only half-alive without him. But”—he reached over and smoothed her hair back—“I’m starting to feel the same way about you.”
“I think he still has feelings. He asked about you.”
“He did? What did he say?”
“He just asked how you were. Then he freaked out when I answered. If he didn’t have feelings, he wouldn’t have been so upset.”
“But those feelings may still be homicidal.”
“No, I don’t think so.
He seemed a bit sad before he lost it and ran away again.” She giggled again. “I told him that, regardless of what he thought about the matter, if he spent another night in my bed, we’d be in a relationship whether he wanted one or not.”
“What did he say to that?”
“Nothing. He just ran.”
“Well, tonight is our second time together. After tonight, we’ll be two thirds of the way to a relationship and I want to tell you in advance, Sarah, I’m not going to be running.” He grinned. “I’ll be flying, though. One more quick trip to Japan. I’ll be back on the Saturday of your next teaching session.”
“Great. We’ll make plans for afterward. Now shut up and kiss me.”
“Topping from the bottom. I can see I have a lot of work to do with you!”
“Promises, promises.”
* * * *
Sarah screamed and yelled and begged and pleaded, but Peter still wouldn’t let her come. He’d tied her down to the bed and doing what he’d promised. He was showing her that he knew what to do with a woman’s pussy. Of course, being a Dom, he’d spanked her first. Then he’d flogged her. Then he’d given her two with his belt. By then she was begging him to fuck her, but he’d just untied her, flipped her over and then tied her on her back with her knees bent and splayed wide.
“I owe you, baby. The first time, I let you take charge. Time for you to remember who is the Dom and who is the sub. Feel free to come as often as you like. You’re going to be here a while.”
Then he lowered his head and lapped her from small, puckered opening to clit. After that, he was more subtle, sliding his tongue inside her before replacing it with a dildo that felt enormous. He lay on his side and slid it in and out of her a few times, enjoying her reaction. He buried it deep and picked up a pair of nipple clamps he attached to her already throbbing nipples in a brusque, business-like manner, then he gave them a tug so they tightened. She screamed as she felt the jolt clear down to her clit and pussy. She clamped down hard on the dildo inside her.