5 Nights (Sinful Delights Romance - Boxed Set)

by Michelle Hughes

  The sting of his hand on her bare bottom startled her out of her thoughts and she bit her lip miserably. She had disappointed him, she thought to herself and quickly changed her stance. Her sex still ached and the strange plug she wore made her feel like a walking sex sign, even so she didn't like the idea that he wasn't happy with her.

  Thankfully as they made it into the elegant dining room there were no servants to greet them. She thought with a relieved sigh that maybe he had asked them to give them privacy. He held out a chair for her at the table to the right of the head chair and she sat down. The strange plug pushed deeper inside of her at the motion and she jumped slightly.

  "You will grow accustomed to it," his voice was understanding, knowing that this would take some getting adjusted to for her. He rang the small bell on the table knowing that this next lesson would probably be harder for her. As the male servant walked in he could see her eyes widen as she quickly lowered her head so her long hair would cover her breasts. That was not acceptable he thought, and told the servant to bring in their breakfast.

  "I should punish you for that," he warned in quiet tone. "You are to always be proud of your body, now move your hair."

  His command left no doubts in her mind what he expected and even as she blushed, she pulled the strands behind her shoulders and pushed out her breasts. Her entire body was trembling at the action and she clenched her hands in her lap nervously.

  The servant walked back in with their covered trays and sat them down before Dylan. If he noticed that there was a naked woman at the table, she thought, then he obviously wasn't showing it. Keeping her eyes lowered while her head was raised she could only hope that he would leave quickly. He uncovered the trays and another female servant brought out a carafe with a small pitcher of milk and a ceramic bowl. Then they were left alone again. She expelled the breath she had been holding.

  "You did well girl," he smiled at her compliance. He could see the flush covering her cheeks but she had done remarkably well, he thought. His hand moved under the table and across her thigh and found her sex. He was more than pleased to find her silken folds soaked with her own juices. Sliding two fingers inside of her he slowly worked her body until she came undone.

  She bit her lips to stop the cry that threatened to escape as she found release. Knowing at any minute the servants could have walked in intensified the pleasure she felt. There was a part of her that wondered why she didn't feel shame at that thought. The other could care less as she enjoyed the completion she found at his fingers. As he lifted his fingers to her mouth she understood what he wanted and licked them. It was strange to taste her own flavor, but oddly enough she wasn't repelled like she thought she would have been.

  He pulled his fingers back and another smile found his face. There was such a sweet submissive aching to be unleashed, he thought to himself. How she had hidden from her own nature all this time was mind-boggling to him. He lifted a fork from the table and began feeding her eggs. She seemed a little shocked at the action but eagerly ate from his hand.

  It was a little strange to be fed like a baby, but she decided it was something she could easily get used to. He even lifted her cup to her lips as she drank and it was all oddly comforting. It was so at odds with how he commanded her but at the same time it was like surrendering her will to him. She was still considering this side of him when he stood.

  "We will talk about today's training now," he waited until she stood before walking back to his study. "Sit in the chair," he moved behind the desk and waited as she sat. He noted how careful she was with the plug in place and smiled, soon it would be second nature to her.

  "Normally I would not discuss what I planned each day, but I am also unaccustomed to training people with no experience in my lifestyle. I want you to understand Cayce that if anything happens that you feel unwilling to move forward with you must use your safe words." He knew that a untrained submissive would already be more unwilling to mention her own fears, but with her it also worried him that she would go beyond what she was physically or emotionally comfortable with in order to be ready for the scene they would stage in hopes of finding her sister. She needed much more time under his training than she was going to get and the thought was not sitting well with him.

  "I haven't been introduced to anything I can't handle, Sir," she blushed furiously at admitting this but it was the truth in her opinion.

  He chuckled softly at her admission, proud that her voice wasn't shaking as she spoke with him today. "See that it remains that way and we will have no issues. If something is abhorrent to you after we try it, you are to let me know immediately."

  "You have my promise, Sir," she felt more than a little empowered at his concerns, and strangely enough more willing to please him.

  "Good girl," he smiled feeling some of his doubts eased, "because today we introduce you to the flogger." He watched her body tense and knew she expected pain.

  "Y-yes, Sir," her voice trembled at the thought of being beaten by a whip and she was very close to asking him to bypass this lesson.

  She was so easy to read her thought, "You have my word if this gets too intense, we will stop immediately. Remember you only have to use your safe word."

  Taking a deep breath she nodded before speaking softly. "Yes, S-sir," she would at least attempt this she told herself. Her stomach was already knotting up in fearful tension at the thought.

  "Very well, let us go to the dungeon," he stood and walked out of the room.

  She hesitated only a few seconds before following him. By the time they made it down the stairs she was almost in a state of panic. Her eyes glanced around wildly and she shifted nervously from one foot to the other.

  He knew as terrified as she was that he had to calm her before they began. "Come to me girl," he held his arms out and was pleased as she walked into them. He held her against his chest and stroked her hair gently. The trembling of her body showed exactly how afraid she truly was.

  "If this is too much for you girl, you should speak now," he continued stroking her hair as if she were a frightened child. Her hands clenched in his shirt, and he knew it was just a nervous reaction to the unknown. This was a true test of her submission he thought to himself. He was very curious if she would take the out he offered.

  "I'm s-sorry Sir," she felt like an idiot for being so afraid, instinctively she knew he wouldn't truly hurt her and it was her fear of the unknown that was truly terrifying her. She wanted to put herself into his hands and trust him, and she had never thought herself capable of feeling that for any man. "I am ready, Sir," she whispered through the dryness of her lips. She could do this, she told herself even as her knees trembled. She wanted to please him.

  Smiling into the soft silkiness of her hair, he continued to pet her. "All will be well girl," he spoke calmly as he pulled away. With slow movements he walked over to the bars and held out his hand for her. He was pleased that she didn't hesitate, even though he could tell from how she walked her legs were trembling uncontrollably.

  He took her hand and led her into the right position before lifting one wrist and securing it to the bar above her head. His movements were measured as he secured the other. He noted how her hands balled into fists as she fought her own fear. As he spread her legs and hooked her ankles to the bars at her feet he understood what a huge responsibility this lesson was for him. She would forever judge what happened in this room to her experience with pain and pleasure.

  Moving over to the chest he pulled out a soft butter leather flogger, and a few other items. He had played this scene a thousand times with well-conditioned submissive's, but there was something about this girl that demanded his best. He placed the flogger down and lifted a small clitoral vibe and a soft rabbit pelt of fur and walked over behind her. The vibe strapped on and he slid it into place, pleased at her swift intake of pleasure as he turned it on the lowest setting. He allowed her the sensation as his hand slowly rubbed her back in soft movements from shoulders to her ass with
the rabbit pelt. Feeling her tense, he knew she was close to orgasm and turned off the small toy.

  Picking up the flogger he allowed the straps to slowly trail over her back, then lifted it over her shoulder so that they could caress her breasts. Continuing the gentle initiation he grabbed the ridged metal handle of the flogger and allowed it to slightly penetrate her sex, at her gasp of pleasure he slowly removed it. It was drenched in her desire and he smiled. She might be afraid, he thought to himself, but she was also very turned on. With that thought in mind, he turned on the small vibe on low and moved back behind her. He began the sensual dance with the softest strokes of the flogger against her back.

  The first touch of the soft leather swinging across her back was almost feather light and she let out a relieved sigh. The vibe against her tender nub was causing the most incredible sensation and her focus was on that pleasure as the flogger fell harder in rhythm against her flesh. The pain she had expected never came as the synchronized movements of her Master increasing the pressure continued.

  She wanted more, both from the exquisite feel of leather against her back and the sensation of vibration against her sex. Her mind was overwhelmed with sensation and she felt her breathing become more frantic. As the swoosh sound of the flogger rent the air, she moaned softly awaiting its fall against her flesh. Grasping the chains that held her wrist cuffs she felt herself letting go of everything. Perspiration beaded on her forehead at the incredible pleasure and she was moaning with each fall of the flogger. Her sex tensed as she found release and it felt like the bliss continued on forever as she arched back aching to feel the pressure of the leather again. Without warning her body began to feel lighter than a feather and her breathing labored, she gasped for air. Then a strange feeling of strength moved through, like she was invincible. The feeling was short lived and her body sagged as the feeling left her spent.

  He put the flogger down at his feet and moved over immediately noticing her reaction. With quick movements he released her hands and feet and pulled her into his arms. He had not planned on riding her so hard with the flogger, but she had been so unbelievably resilient and shocked him. It was apparent to him that she loved the sensation from how she responded.

  She held on to him weakly as her body attempted to regenerate. The sensations she'd felt had been so overwhelming that she couldn't recall ever feeling so wonderful Tears pooled in her eyes and slid down her cheeks at the strange release she'd found under his hand. With no thought she slid down to her knees and hugged his calf with what little strength she possessed. Her entire life she had ached to understand why she didn't respond like other women. She found more pleasure under that flogger than she had ever known. The thought frightened her and her tears continued to fall.

  He was still taken back by her response and stroked her hair lightly allowing her the emotional healing she needed. Several submissive's had described the overwhelming emotion that happened when they came undone under extreme conditions, and he knew that's what she had discovered with him.

  Rubbing her face against his calf, she had no idea how to thank him for this. Part of her was shamed by how affected she was, while the other side was cheering in her mind at finally being able to feel so deeply. She never wanted to leave this room or him, she thought to herself. If only she could spend the rest of her life like this, her mind considered.

  He waited until her tears had stopped before reaching down and pulling her up to him. His hand went under her chin and he smiled down into her eyes. "You were beautiful dancing for me girl," lowering his lips to her forehead he kissed her tenderly. Walking over to a large leather couch he sat down. "Come rest," he entreated softly. He knew she needed time to gather her thoughts and he needed time to reflect on how well she came undone under his hands.

  He patted his lap and she crawled up, curling her hands against his chest and laying her head on his shoulder. She was completely spent and closed her eyes, taking deep breaths. She wanted to tell him thank you, but found she had no energy to speak, lethargy rolled through her body.

  Dylan hadn't meant to continue their session as long as he had. An hour was entirely too long for someone who had never known the flogger before, and he held her tightly to him. He had never expected her to dance so perfectly for him. In all his time as a Master he had never seen a girl give over so completely. A strange feeling of possession overcame him, he wanted to brand her his and the thought thrilled him. The sounds of her even breathing let him know she had fallen asleep.

  He decided mentally that he must take greater care of his pet from that moment forward. She didn't yet know her limitations and it was his job to make sure she wasn't pushed too far. He allowed her to sleep until she awoke half an hour later. Not pleased with how hard he had pushed her they spent the rest of the afternoon introducing her to the dungeon equipment by name and use only.

  5 Day Two

  Throughout the night as she lay bound in his bed, her mind went over the emotions brought forth during the dungeon play before. A part of her struggled to understand how she could be that woman that enjoyed the sensations he opened her up to. She was the normal sister, she tried to tell herself, the one that always did what was right. But the woman that had come undone under the flogger, that was her sister's life, the bonds were becoming stifling.

  "Dylan," she whispered and felt a strange sense of claustrophobia along with the need to escape. With her hands bound the way they were she couldn't shake him, so she used her foot to nudge him. He was sleeping so soundly and for reasons she couldn't explain even that made her angry. "Dylan!" Raising her voice she knew if he didn't wake up soon she was going into full panic mode.

  He woke up abruptly from her loud cry and turned over to smile at her. The look on her face quickly turned his smile into a look of concern. "Did you have a nightmare?" He wasn't prepared for the panic that filled her beautiful eyes.

  "I want you to untie me," she couldn't look at him, afraid if she did she wouldn't have the nerve to ask him to take her home.

  Understanding immediately that she was having a panic attack, he moved in haste to remove the bonds. The way she shot out of the bed had him raising his eyebrow in shock. "Sweetheart why don't you come lay back down and tell me what's going on." He instinctively knew that she wasn't on board with that idea at all as she backed away a few steps.

  "I want to go home." Her voice was defeated, but she could care less. She needed to be away from him and take some time to think. There had to be a way to rescue Cait and not allow this strange lifestyle to overcome her mind.

  He slid out of bed, confused at what was going through her mind but seeing her agitation. "Of course I'll take you home Cayce, but I think we should talk first." What had happened while he slept he wondered, he was trying to put the pieces together mentally, but nothing seemed to fit.

  "I don't want to talk to you, I just want to go home, now!" Without hesitation she slid off the ankle and wrist cuffs, and then the collar around her neck. Not forgetting the annoying plug, she reached behind her and dislodged it throwing it on the ground. How could she have allowed him to do that to her, she thought in disgust.

  She walked into the closet and pulled out her suitcase and began packing hastily and he could only watch in stunned amazement. Knowing there was no sense in trying to talk with her until she calmed down, he walked over to his closet and got dressed quickly. Glancing at his watch he noticed it was two in the morning, and shook his head.

  She still couldn't look at him as he picked up her suitcase and silently walked out of the room. The sooner she was back in her own apartment the better. They would come up with another idea, she told herself. He had to know tons of women that enjoyed this lifestyle that could pull off the invitation to the island, she thought as he walked over to his car and opened the door for her.

  "Could you at least give me the courtesy of telling me what this is all about Cayce," he tried to maintain his own temper as he drove but it was almost impossible without knowing what
the true problem was.

  "I'm not that girl Dylan," staring out the window she felt tears fill her eyes.

  "And what girl would that be Cayce?" What was she talking about, he was really trying to read her mind and that wasn't going so well.

  "The girl that enjoys the things we did. Or the one that parades around naked in front of people, allowing a man to make her forget herself." She spoke all the words in a rush before she chickened out and didn't allow herself to say them.

  It finally dawned on him that she was confused and dealing with her own acceptance of her true nature. "Honey, there's nothing unusual about what you're feeling right now." How could he have been such a blind idiot he thought to himself, the girl had no idea about his lifestyle and of course she was second guessing herself.

  "Of course not, but there's something very wrong about how I felt when you, "she paused looking for the right words, “when you did that stuff to me." She didn't want to sound like she was accusing him because she wasn't, the problem was her.

  "Cayce there's nothing wrong with you enjoying your own sexuality sweetheart," he felt like a complete ass for not taking time out to discuss the scene after it happened yesterday. He was acting like a new Master and she was paying the price for it.

  "It's not sexuality, it's well, it's not normal." She didn't want to talk bad about something he obviously enjoyed, but she wasn't that kind of person she told herself self-righteously.

  "What is normal Cayce, and who decides what that is?" He understood her confusion. Society tried to dictate acceptable forms of pleasure, even he had issues in the beginning when he discovered his own needs. "Tell me something Cayce, how did you feel when I flogged you?"