by Laci Paige
“You’re still here?” She remained in the doorway not moving, not speaking. Jumping to his feet, he went to her and led her to the center of the room. “Stand here.” Reaching for fur-lined wrist restraints, he hesitated, then picked them up anyway. “I don’t know if you’ve tried any kink like what’s in here, so I’ll show or tell you about the things before I use them on you. Shake your head no and I will move on to something else. Don’t respond if you approve. Then there is always your safeword ‘red’ if you want to stop altogether. Understand?”
Linda nodded.
“I’m going to cuff your wrists behind your back.” He waited to see if she’d shake her head. She did nothing. Standing behind her he pulled her arms back and locked them together. He grabbed her ass and groaned. His dick still hard and pulsing and he would be miserable until his release, but here she was naked, and letting him do things to her. It would be worth it in the end.
Over her shoulder he could see her large breasts jutting from her body. Unable to resist, he reached around and groped them, and the idea of nipple clamps crossed his mind. Pulling open a nearby drawer, he selected a small pair of metal clamps attached to a silver chain. He held them in her view. “Nipple clamps. Adjustable. I’ll go easy.” She remained unresponsive. Good.
“Breathe.” He reminded her. He could tell by the lack of movement from her chest that she held it in. “Take a deep breath,” he instructed. As she released it, he clamped on the first one. She made an awkward noise in her throat. He waited a moment to see her reaction, but she didn’t stop him so he placed the second one on. This time she didn’t gasp, she held strong.
“You’ve given me no reason to stop so I’ll continue.” Walking over to the wall, he pulled a riding crop off a hook. “I’d like to try this on your ass. It would give me great pleasure to do so.” He held it up so she could see the heart-shaped end.
“Let me set you up how I want you, and we can go from there.” Having to explain things and be technical took the ache out of his balls. Releasing one wrist he then re-cuffed her in front of her body. Lifting both arms above her head, he attached them to a hook hanging from the ceiling. If the hook was any higher she might have been on her toes. The length of her body stretched out before him with the nipple clamps pinching her taut from the new position. It took his breath away. She looked uncertain with wide eyes, but very sexy. He flicked her nipple hard and she cried out. He waited. No safeword.
He trailed his hand from her neck, down through the valley of her breasts, and past her belly button. Kicking her legs apart enough to get his hand in between the V of her legs, he cupped her pussy and palmed her clit fast and hard, and then stopped. She groaned out a frustrated sound.
He moved to the other breast and flicked it like he did the first one. She cried out again, but didn’t seem to be in pain anymore. It was more of a pleasurable cry. “Sometimes people can perceive pain as pleasure. I believe you’re experiencing that now.”
The chain dangled from her breasts and he was going to leave it there, but oddly her delight called to him. He lifted the chain to her mouth. “Open. Hold this in your mouth. Do not let it go.” She closed her mouth around it and he grinned. “You might not want to jerk your head back, but then again, maybe you’d like it.”
He demonstrated by tangling his fingers in her hair and jerking her head back slightly. Her eyes closed tightly as the chain pulled her nipples up toward her face with the quick jerky movement.
His cock stood at full attention again and the ache was back. Damn she looked good. Using the tip of the crop, he started at the top of her head and slowly guided the heart-shaped tip over the bare expanse of her oversensitive skin all the way down to her toes and back up again.
“Linda, look at me.” Her watery eyes found his. “Time out for a minute, I’m moving quick and probably doing things I shouldn’t for your first time in here, so if you want to call it quits spit the chain out and say ‘red.’ I won’t be upset. Promise.” She didn’t budge, and stared at him through determined eyes. He smiled. “Very well.”
He moved behind her and flicked the crop over her ass on one side with a nice swat. Her head jerked back, and he knew by her cry she’d forgotten about the clamps. He swatted her again before she could think about it and her head jerked with another cry slipping from her throat. Stopping suddenly, he moved to look at her face. “Give up?” He asked. When she said nothing, he went back to swat her ass several more times.
He enjoyed seeing the nice pink heart shapes forming on her skin. “Such a beautiful whore.”
She moaned and cried in pleasure as she continued to jerk her head back. At this point she had to have been enjoying it, or she wouldn’t have moved her head the slightest bit. The thought fueled him to swat her bottom a while longer, but he wasn’t sure he could contain himself. This might have been the shortest scene ever played out in his playroom.
A trail of wetness trickled between Linda’s legs. His dick was commanding his actions, and he could no longer think clearly. He groaned. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me, you fucking slut! You make me want you so badly. Right now, right here, but I don’t do that in this room.” He hurried to release her from the hook and dragged her out of the room. “To the couch, I know you want this as badly as I do.” She looked at him through hooded eyes, her breathing fast, but still her mouth held the chain. He could smell her readiness in the air.
He glanced at her lips seeing saliva drool off the chain. “Like that do you?” He tugged at the cool metal and she released a throaty groan. Bending her over the back of the couch and letting her cuffed arms hang down on the cushions, he gave her ass a light tap. He dug a condom out of his pocket and sheathed himself. Without warning he rammed his cock deep inside her. He knew she liked it rough, and she was going to get it. He gripped her hips and fucked her hard. The sound of their skin slapping echoed throughout the large room along with grunts and moans from the both of them. Her head jerked as he slammed into her and he soon realized why. She was pulling on the clamps. “Oh fuck!” he moaned. “So, hot!” Reaching around, he unclamped them from her tits one at a time, knowing that the blood rushing back would hurt. She let out a cry for each one. The burning feeling raced through his manhood and unleashed it’s fury as he pumped in and out of her. She screamed in ecstasy minutes behind him as he experienced his aftershocks.
They were loud, very loud, and he was thankful no one could hear them. Pilar lived on the property in a unit attached to the far side of the house. They were safe, and once she said good night to him, Pilar never came back. If she needed anything she would phone him respecting his privacy.
Linda’s body relaxed as Jonathan remained inside of her. He couldn’t move at the moment. His knees were locked in place from his exertion. Leaning over her, he placed small kisses on her sweat-drenched back. In between kisses he spoke softly to her. “You did well, very well, Linda. Did you enjoy yourself?”
“Yes.” Her voice came out quiet and shaky.
Lifting her from the couch, he tugged on her arm. “Come.” When she stood, he released her wrists from the restraints and looked at her rosy, engorged nipples. “Beautiful.” He placed a soft kiss on each one as she pulled air through her teeth with a hissing noise. Jonathan held onto Linda until her tense body relaxed.
In the shower they were silent as he washed both of their bodies. He couldn’t quite tell what she was thinking, but he’d give her a few minutes to process what they’d done. The women he usually had in his playroom were well versed in what he liked. Linda, of course, was not. He fought with unfamiliar feelings over the encounter. He saved her hair for last knowing how good it felt to have your scalp scrubbed by someone else. However, she did not melt in his hands, or moan over the sensation as most normally did. His stomach knotted fearful she would back out on him never to be seen again.
After the shower, he towel dried and brushed her hair. “Blow dry?” he asked. Linda shook her head. Holding out a big fluffy robe for her
, he smiled. She took it and quickly slid into it, but he received no smile in return.
When they made their way out into the hallway, he stopped, unsure of where to take her. He didn’t think she would fare well in the aftercare area of the playroom, and he’d only ever had Roxi in his bedroom. With that in mind they headed out to the living room.
“Here, sit on the couch. I’ll light a fire to warm you. You’re shivering.” Pulling the throw off the back of the couch, he laid it over her lap. “Be right back.”
After lighting the gas fireplace, he retrieved a bottle of water for each of them and a candy bar from the kitchen. Standing over her, he offered the water after cracking the lid open for her. She took it with shaky hands. Settling down beside her, he pulled the blanket over his legs and cuddled up to her. “Do you like chocolate?”
She laughed quietly. “What girl doesn’t?” She smiled at him, and his shoulders relaxed a little.
He ripped open the candy wrapper and broke off a piece, offering it to her. Instead of reaching for it, she opened her mouth. “That’s my girl.” After a few more pieces he handed her the remainder.
“How did you like the playroom?” he asked, cautiously.
Her eyes searched his for a moment, and then she spoke. “It wasn’t as scary as I thought it would be. I expected a dark dungeon of a room, but it was a nice room. Had some odd things in there, but it was nice.”
Cupping his hand to her face, he asked, “Do you want to find out what those other things do someday?”
She didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
He pulled her face to his and kissed her. Not pulling far from her lips, he asked, “And you’re all right with how I treated you, and the names I called you?”
Linda hesitated a moment. “It was different.”
“Different good or different bad? Because I know you were nervous, but you didn’t safeword so I continued, and then I could tell you were enjoying yourself.” He stroked the side of her face. “But I need to know the truth. Honesty and communication are the only ways this can work if we’re to continue with a physical relationship in the playroom.”
Linda pulled away from Jonathan a little and looked him in the face. “Different good, scary at first, but when I thought about it, I knew you wouldn’t hurt me. That’s when my mind took over, and then I truly enjoyed it. The name calling was odd, but I can see how it empowered you, and that turned out to be pretty hot.”
“So would you like to continue seeing me, and being with me, even knowing and experiencing the real me?” He felt hopeful, the conversation and her mood were good indications that this wonderful woman could be a part of his future.
“I would. Does that make me your sub?” She smiled so brightly it melted his heart.
“My sub in training.” He winked at her.
Chapter Twelve
Heading to Roxi’s apartment, Jonathan couldn’t help but smile thinking about Linda’s willingness that evening. He knew she felt uncertain, but it was his job to make her feel at ease. Things went well so far, and he made sure to take good care of her during aftercare. They’d sipped water together, shared chocolate, and talked about what they both liked and didn’t like during their scene. Linda wouldn’t discuss her hard limits with him. She only said she’d take it one day at a time. She liked the idea of being presented with ideas in a scene as they came. The unknown excited her. This woman could be his dream come true. It was a damn shame she didn’t want to commit to someone, but maybe in time he could change her mind.
Roxi’s apartment was quiet, and her bedroom dark, so after brushing his teeth he crashed on the couch so he wouldn’t wake her.
The front door opening and closing shook him from his deep slumber. “What the hell?” Checking his wrist watch, it lit up as 4:02 AM.
“Shhh, sorry. I tried to be quiet. I didn’t mean to wake you, go back to sleep.” Roxi sounded out of breath and tired. “Why are you on the couch? You’re not waiting for me are you?”
Jonathan ran his hand through his hair wondering what the heck she’d been doing, and who with. “No, I got in late and didn’t want to wake you so I set up out here. Where the hell have you been?” He got off the couch to check on her. “Are you all right?”
“I’m fine, was just out with an old friend catching up.” Roxi waved a hand in the air to shoo him away.
Jonathan put his hand to her back to lead her to her bedroom. His Dom side wanted to make sure she was all right. She flinched at his touch and drew in a sharp breath.
“Rox?” His voice sounded in a low growl.
“Don’t even give me grief. You went out to have some fun with your little flight attendant. So I went to have some fun of my own. You never said I couldn’t.” She shrugged her shoulders.
“Who and where?” Jonathan’s voice deepened, and slipped with ease into Dom mode. “You’re mine. Remember? I don’t share, and you know that. You asked me, and I agreed. There was never any mention of you possibly going to someone else during our arrangement. Are you trying to tell me something?” He gripped her shoulders and gave her a shake. “Answer me, dammit.”
“Chill out, Jonathan. It was just a casual play session with a group of people, nothing to worry about.” She shook from his hold and headed to her room.
“Chill out? Damn! If you weren’t hurt I would punish you right now.” He growled, sounding on the verge of losing it. “Look, if we do this then you’re mine, you may not go to other Doms. A boyfriend, yes, but not someone in the scene. Do you understand me?”
“Practice what you preach, Mr. Fly Boy.” Slamming the bathroom door in his face was not a good idea. His blood boiled, she had some nerve to abruptly try and end the conversation that way.
Through the door, he yelled, “I’m the Dom. Not you. What I say goes. What I do with my girlfriend is none of your business.” Girlfriend? Why had he said that?
Ripping the door open, she yelled back, “Red, Jonathan, Red! I’m safewording our relationship. We’re done. I don’t need you anymore!” She went to her room and before she closed the door, she turned to him. “Go home. I’m fine, and well enough to be on my own.” Her voice came out controlled and calm. “You’re no longer needed here…for anything.” The door latched closed before he could think through the shock. He stood there for a moment letting the pain roll through his gut and his heart. He paced up and down her hallway for a little. When she didn’t come out he dressed and headed home.
Lying in his bed that night, sleep escaped him. Going from the great experience he shared with Linda to the rage he summoned in Roxi, he couldn’t rest his mind long enough to relax.
Reaching over to the nightstand, he grabbed his cell phone and sent a text to Roxi. Something in her eyes made her words seem final. He needed to know, so he simply asked, Are we over in every way? He sure as hell hoped not. They had too much history and he’d always care for her. He at least wanted to remain friends; anything less would destroy him.
She didn’t reply, but she did look tired, so he’d wait until late morning before he jumped to any conclusions. Since sleep wasn’t in the cards for him, he turned on the TV and sat in a daze watching infomercials.
Sunlight filtering through the curtains woke Roxi. First thought on her mind was Jonathan. She rushed out of her room to the couch where he’d slept last night. He wasn’t there. The blanket he used sat folded with his pillow placed on top.
Her body ached as a reminder from the play session at the Slipknot the night before. Slipknot was the edgier BDSM club a few towns over. There wasn’t anyone that she knew of in her daily life that frequented the dark club, so she didn’t worry about getting caught by anyone who might recognize her.
She sat on the couch and ran her fingers gingerly over Jonathan’s pillow. Her chest ached at the thought of dismissing him, but he couldn’t provide for her the way Master Liam could. He didn’t have it in him to give her the pain she desired.
Liam was the reason for her late night outing. He flew in from New
York to see if he could convince Roxi to come back home with him. Pleading with her, he told Roxi how much he missed her and presented her with a collar. She didn’t accept it, of course, but asked him for some time to think about things. He gave her one week before he needed an answer. He had to return to his life with or without her.
They spent the night in a private room where he flogged her. It felt like old times with Liam, comfortable old times. Then she remembered a time when she was contented with Jonathan. She sighed. “What the fuck did I do?”
Taking a shower helped her wake up even more than the sunlight had. On the way to the kitchen to make coffee, she grabbed her cell phone. It displayed a missed call from Kristy, and two text messages; one from Liam asking her what time to pick her up later in the evening, and one from Jonathan asking if they were over completely.
When she read Jonathan’s text, her feet stopped. She couldn’t move. Were they done? Slumping down in the nearest chair she thought it over. Being with her ex-Master last night was an eye opener. She and Jonathan sucked as lovers, they sucked in the D/s dynamic, and their friendship wasn’t that great anymore unless one of the other two scenarios took place, and even then they didn’t work out. With those thoughts in mind, she knew they could never be. It pained her, because she’d always love him deep down inside, but she typed a reply saying, Yes, I think it best if we’re done in every way. Don’t contact me again. We’re over. For good.
Her finger hovered over the send button as tears trickled down her face. Taking a deep breath she pressed the pad of her finger against the glass of her smart phone, and sent the message. “Goodbye, Jonathan,” she whispered. Staring at her phone for what felt like an eternity, no response came, and the tears flowed freely.