by Measha Stone
“Jonathan, I understand you work on computers,” he said, turning the attention away from them while keeping his arm around her.
Her irritation melted away as the group became immersed in their conversations.
Then Royce stood from the table and excused himself for a moment.
Alex watched him and cursed. “That bastard stole my idea,” he said jokingly.
Jessica turned in her seat to see Royce standing at the hostess station, paying the bill.
“Let him have this one.” Jessica patted Alex’s arm.
“You really like him, huh?” He sounded serious.
“Enough for now.” She shrugged and watched Royce make his way back to the table. She loved his walk. He looked completely in control of the room, as though he owned every inch of it.
“Okay, ready?” He pulled Jessica’s jacket free of the chair and offered it to her. She slid her arms in, and he adjusted her collar before grabbing his soda and downing the last sip.
“Going already?” Kelly asked, her eyes glued to Royce.
“Yeah. Jessica had a long day, and I’m a bit exhausted as well.” He winked to Jessica and waved to the group.
Jessica did the same and allowed him to grasp her hand and lead her away from their friends.
He had plans for them when they got back to his place. She couldn’t tell if she was scared or excited.
CHAPTER FIVE
The Scene
Royce wouldn’t answer any questions she put to him in the cab on the way home. She only stopped pestering him when he gave her a warning glance, which she took to mean trouble was behind the next question.
He unlocked the door to his apartment, and as usual stepped aside to let her in first. She took a step in and tripped over a large box in the front hall, stubbing her bare toe. She dropped her shoes on the mat and hopped around holding her foot.
Royce flipped on the lights to see the offending object. “You okay?” He was obviously trying not to laugh at the sight of her hopping around on one foot.
“Yeah. I kicked the box. I hope it wasn’t fragile.” She held her foot out and wiggled her toes, while he inspected the box.
“The doorman must have dropped it off. Just some mail.” He picked it up and put it in the closet.
“Did you order something?” she asked as she straightened her shoes on the mat the way he wanted them. Toes facing the wall, lined up neatly.
He closed the closet door and watched her. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” He leaned against the door, crossing his arms over his chest.
She blushed.
“Of course you don’t. Something tells me you don’t have the slightest idea of how great you are.”
“I don’t do so well with flattery.” She put her hands on her hips. “But I will take another kiss,” she teased.
He pushed away from the wall and took her in his arms. His hands slid under her hair, his thumb caressing her jaw as he brought his lips to hers. She’d expected a passionate kiss. He skimmed her lips with his own and pulled away. She let out a low moan of dissatisfaction and frustration. He grinned and walked into the living room, telling her to follow him.
“I want to show you the fun of playing with pain and pleasure.” He took a stool from the corner of the room and placed it in an open space. “Take your clothes off,” he instructed and left the room before she could argue.
Jessica stood staring at the stool for a moment, worried about what was about to happen. Other than a playful swat to her backside here and there, they hadn’t done anything out of the ordinary, at least physically, on their dates. Reminding herself that she had begun this journey of exploration and she would see it through, she began to remove her clothing.
When Royce returned, she stood behind the stool, her arms crossed over her chest. In an attempt to keep her modesty, she clenched her legs together.
He shook his head as he brought a small cloth bag to the coffee table. “Let me see you.” He stood over her.
Although she was at least a head shorter than him, until he stood over her naked body, she didn’t feel petite.
She looked away, toward the hallway he had just emerged from and dropped her arms to her sides and stood with her legs straight.
“Sit on the stool.” He was giving short commands, but his voice held a softness that comforted her.
Jessica slid onto the stool, keeping her hands folded in her lap and her feet on the lower bar of the stool. She watched him open the cloth bag and pour colored clothespins onto the table. She chewed the inside of her lip while watching him sort them into colored groups—green, blue, red, and white.
“Doing laundry?” she attempted a joke.
He grinned up at her from over his shoulder and continued with his work. Finally finished, he stood up and pulled a thick, black strip of fabric from the back pocket of his jeans.
“No laundry, but remind me later to tell you about what a friend did with his submissive and some clothespins when she kept forgetting to do the laundry.”
He played with the fabric in his hand, and she shifted in her seat. “We are going to play a memory game. I’m going to place these clothespins on your breasts. When I do so, I will tell you what color I’m placing. Your job is to remember what color is where. Then I’ll ask you to tell me what color a particular pin is. If you remember right, pleasure will be yours. If you get it wrong, the pin will be removed unpleasantly.”
Her face paled as he explained the game. “It will hurt,” she stated the obvious.
“Yes, but only a little. My intention isn’t to injure you. It’s to play.” He ran the back of his hand down the length of her nose.
She found the action oddly comforting.
“You’ll see. The good and bad mix together, until you aren’t really sure where one stops and the other begins and then it all just feels good.” His smile was reassuring.
“Okay.” She nodded and closed her eyes. He tied the fabric tightly behind her head. Her breathing became deep and controlled.
“This one is blue.” He placed a soft kiss to the inside of her right breast and pinched the skin before placing the clothespin.
She sucked in her breath at the sensation of the pin pinching her.
“Good girl,” he whispered in her ear and reached for another pin. “This one is white.” He placed another kiss to the outside of her left breast and again pinched the skin and placed the pin.
She took a deep breath, calming herself.
“Not so bad, right?” He ran his hand over her hair.
“No, I guess not,” she answered. In truth, she’d expected her breasts to be in a fit of pain. It was surprising how gentle he was being and how although the pressure of the pins was uncomfortable she wasn’t in any serious pain. His words acted as a safety blanket, every encouraging word giving her the will to go on.
He continued to apply several more pins to her breasts. Each time kissing the spot he was to apply it first. By the time he was done, an array of colors spread over both breasts.
“I wish I could take a picture of you like this. You really don’t know how hot this looks on you.” He spoke into her ear, a slow, deep voice that made her squirm in her seat.
The game, his voice, and the sensations all mingled together making her cunt slippery, the juices gathering on her thighs.
“Spread your legs.” He dipped his fingers between her thighs.
She complied and was rewarded with his fingers stroking her. She couldn’t stop the moan from escaping as he continued to slowly pet her.
“You are so wet already.” He kissed her ear. “But we still have to take these off.” She could hear the evil grin in his voice.
“There are so many.” She groaned.
“There are only five.” He chastised her and lifted her breasts up in his hands.
She felt him watching her as he let go, and the bounce of her breasts made the pins jiggle and create more pressure on each one. She grimaced at the new sensation ru
shing through her. His hands played with one of the pins, and she tried to remember the color.
“What color is this one, Jessica?” he asked as he flicked the pin.
“Blue!” she called out as the memory struck her.
“Are you sure?” he teased, rolling the end of the pin around in a circular motion.
“Yes.” She grinned confidently. “It was the first one you put on.”
“Good girl,” he cooed and pushed the ends of the pin together, releasing it from her skin, then quickly placed his lips over the pinched area to kiss away the burning sensation.
She noticed only a moment of discomfort before his warm kiss took it away.
“How about his one?” He began to play with another on the inside of her right breast.
She tapped her right foot while thinking. It was difficult to do with him playing with the clothespin, and he was now also stroking her thigh with his fingertips.
“You’re trying to distract me,” she accused. A sharp slap to her thigh was his response.
“Maybe so. Or maybe I just enjoy touching you. Now, what color?” He flicked the pin harder.
“White,” she answered with much less confidence.
“Such a lucky guess.” He sounded disappointed and amused while he removed the clip and kissed her breast, this time running his hand up her thigh and through her legs, touching her wetness. “Three more.” He kissed her neck.
Goosebumps covered her arms and she felt a tingling in her neck after his kiss. She tapped her fingers on her thighs as he began to play with a clip close to her left nipple. It was either blue or green…blue…green.
“Two seconds…”
“Blue!” she yelled out.
He yanked on the pin, and it pulled free of her skin. She cried out from the sting and waited for a kiss to follow.
“Nope. It was green.” He tossed the clip onto the table. No kiss came.
“That really stung.” Her hands reached for her breasts, to soothe the sting, a sharp swat to her thighs stopped her.
“Hands down.” A cool command.
She readjusted herself on the stool. The sharp sensation rushed to her brain. The pain of the clip being removed combined with his pleasure at her ability to play the game brought her arousal to new heights.
He tweaked her nipple lightly. “This one?”
“White.” She announced with a grin, arching her back to give him better access. She wanted her kisses.
“No, blue!” His voice held amusement in it.
She readied herself for the sting, but it wasn’t enough preparation.
He flicked his finger at the clothespin, it let go of her skin, and she heard it fall to the floor. The searing, sharp sting from the abandoned pin left her momentarily breathless.
“You are quite alluring when you scrunch up your face like that,” he commented as she took small breaths to calm herself. “One more…” He kissed her cheek and stood behind her. He pulled her back against him and ran his hands over her naked chest. “What color do you think it is?”
“Green…no, blue…no, no wait, let me think.” Her chest was rising and falling faster as she began to over think. Did he use any red ones? She tried to remember as he ran his hand up her thigh again and stopped just where she wanted his touch the most.
“If you get it wrong, I’ll use my crop to get it off.” He rested his chin on her shoulder, continuing to play with her legs and breasts.
She squirmed in her seat, and she made a noise that sounded very much like a cat’s growl.
“Okay. Time’s up…what color?”
“Red?” she said, hopefully.
“Oh, I’m sorry. No. It’s white. Remember, I held off on the red because they had too tight of a grip.”
She cursed. That’s exactly what he’d told her.
“That’s okay… I was hoping to use my crop anyway. It’s a win-win.”
“For who?” She pouted.
“Both of us. You’re doing a great job.” He kissed her neck again before leaving her to get the riding crop.
“I’m not sure I can handle a crop.” She fisted her hands. So many emotions ran through her she couldn’t pick them apart.
“You’ll do fine. You remember the word I gave you to say if you need me to stop?”
“Yes.” She nodded and relaxed her fists.
“Good. Now grip the stool with your hands and arch her back so your chest is pushed out… That’s it. Good girl.” He brushed her breasts with the crop, letting the leather caress her.
Lightly, he applied slaps to her breasts, spreading out the smacks between both of them. She made a small noise, and he intensified the impact of the small leather flapper. Her breasts bounced from the smacks, and she felt the lone clothespin moving around, twisting her flesh as it did so.
The leather flicked at her nipples, and she arched her back more. The pinching from the pin, the sharp slaps of the leather, and the caressing between all melded together. Her breath quickened, not from fear, but from excitement. A particularly hard slap landed on her nipple, and she cried out from it, but didn’t try to avoid him. She tilted her head back and let him continue his game. Her skin felt warm from the spanking.
The clothespin became his primary target, and he flicked it with the crop. “Ready?” Before she formed an answer, he slapped the pin from her skin.
She let out a yelp, but focused on her breathing. She couldn’t help the smile that took over her lips. She’d made it through.
The clunk of the crop landing on the table echoed in the other otherwise silent room.
Royce wrapped his arms around her, kissing her neck and cheeks. He ran his hands down her arms and slowly up her torso until he reached her breasts. He kneaded them and kissed her.
She felt hungry for him, and kissed back as though she were in a fever. He dragged his lips away from her mid-kiss.
“I want to describe your breasts to you.” He released her and stepped back.
Her hands remained gripping the stool. Her cheeks flushed. She could feel his stare, and she wondered if she’d ever get used to his eyes on her.
“The clothespins left small red marks behind. The riding crop, that you did so well taking for me, has left your breasts a rosy shade of red. It looks like they are blushing. Almost as much as your face.” His voice was light.
She wanted to see him and moved her hands toward her face.
“Don’t remove the blindfold. I’ll remove it when I’m ready.”
She dropped her hands.
“Why are you blushing? Are you embarrassed about what we did?” His hands were back on her, caressing her thighs.
“No,” she answered honestly.
“Did you hate it?” His voice held a hesitation she hadn’t noticed before. Normally, everything he said was with confidence.
“No.” She shook her head.
“Did you enjoy it?” he continued.
Her blush deepened. “Yes.” She breathed.
He spread her legs and dipped his finger into her. She was hot and ready for the invasion. She leaned forward and gripped his shoulder to steady herself as he moved his finger in her.
“Yes, I think you enjoyed yourself a lot.” He kissed her cheek again. With his free hand, he pulled the fabric from her eyes. She blinked a few times to allow her eyes to adjust to the lighting, and then she locked her gaze with his and licked her lips. His own excitement was evident, and rubbing against her leg.
“Is there something you’d like?” He grinned, his dimpled appearing.
“Yes.” She nodded and took a deep breath as he moved his assault to her clit. She spread her legs wider and arched her back, moving closer to his hand.
“What is it?” he prodded, removing his finger from her. She groaned and looked down at his groin. “Just ask.” His voice taunted.
“I don’t want to say it. Can’t I just do it?” She avoided his eyes.
“That’s not how this works. How can I give permission if I don’t know what
it is that’s being requested?” He brought his lips to her ear and nibbled her earlobe. He’d learned quickly her earlobe was a hot button for her.
She exhaled her frustration. “Never mind then.” She sounded flippant.
Royce snaked his hand up her neck, grabbed her hair at the base, and wrapped it around his fist, pulling her gaze to his. She winced at the shock of the movement.
“Tell me what you want. You don’t change the subject just because you don’t like the topic.” His voice was low, his eyes firm, darkened. “Do you understand? I feel like we’ve had enough conversations about this that you should know how to answer by now.”
She couldn’t explain the turn of emotions in her because she’d never felt them in such a way before. Her mind told her to be angry at his caveman actions, but her heart warmed. She wanted things to go back a few spaces to where he was giving her pleasure.
“I’m sorry.” She heard the words escape her lips and found his eyes softened at them. “We have talked about that,” she continued in a soft tone. She felt no fear of him, even with his hand tied up in her hair.
“That’s better.” He lightened his grip, but didn’t release her. “Now, what was it that you wanted?”
She stared at him for a moment. The words were there, ready to be blurted, but something continued to hold her back. It was one thing to act out dirty things because he told her to, it was another to declare she wanted them to happen.
“There is nothing you can say that will make me think less of you or want you any less.” His words stroked her.
She took a deep breath. “It feels silly now. I’ve ruined the moment.” She took a strained breath. “I wanted to suck you.” She felt as though a large stone lifted from her with the release of the words. She searched his face for a reaction.
He was grinning at her as if he’d been given the winning lottery ticket numbers. “The moment for that can never be ruined,” he promised and let go of her hair to caress her cheek. He helped her from the stool and gave her room to glide down to her knees.
She looked up at him with wide eyes, her tongue running over her lips in anticipation. Her stomach twinged at the idea of what she’d said, what she was doing, and how much she was enjoying herself.