To the Edge

by Anna del Mar

  I didn’t have time to savor the feel of her body in my arms. She rose on her tiptoes and landed a kiss on my lips before she disengaged from my hold and stepped back. For a moment, I feared she’d walk away. Then the blanket slid off her shoulders and she stood before me, naked, querying me with her eyes. I nodded ever so lightly. She climbed on the berth, knelt on the cushions and, holding up her breasts, lowered her eyes.

  Holy shit. Talk about shock and awe. It was like a dream come true. With her bare breasts held up proudly, she looked like the exquisite figurehead of a sixteenth-century galleon. I had to knuckle my eyes. Could I really be this lucky?

  The tour of the basement seemed like a temporary lull to the storm that had kept my cock hard all afternoon. Hell, I’d been hard all week and I’d been waiting half my life for this moment. There was nothing I wanted to do more than join Clara in the berth, but there was one other issue that needed clarification and I wouldn’t let it go.

  “Why?” I asked again. “Why do you want to be my submissive?”

  She moistened her lips. “Does it really matter?”

  “It matters to me,” I said, “as it should matter to any decent Dom, not to mention to your lover. It should matter to you too, if you want to be happy with your choices.”

  She chewed on that for a moment and then, maintaining her submissive pose, met my stare. “You think I’m doing this because I don’t know any other way to be, don’t you?”

  I swallowed the lump in my throat. She was right on. I didn’t want Clara to trade one form of domination for another or to confuse sexual submission with abuse in any way. Shit like that was not going to happen on my watch.

  “Well?” I said. “Are you?”

  “I don’t think so,” she said. “I’ve worked hard not to be pushed around by anybody. I’ve made strides. I understand the differences.”

  “Are you sure?” I said. “Think, Clara. This is important to me, you and us.”

  “Us.” Her eyes sparkled. “I like that word.”

  “I like it too, but I will not have you hurt because I want you so bad.”

  “Noah.” She pressed her lips together and smiled. “You’re a really impressive hunk of a human being.”

  “I’m not looking for praise here.” I wanted to be her Dom and her lover, and I wanted to do it right.

  “I know.” She took a deep breath and gazed up at me, opening the door to her heart through her eyes. “I’ve thought a lot about this. Before I came here this weekend, I discussed my feelings with Dr. Dodd. I don’t want to do this because I need to substitute one type of control for another. I want to do it because I’m tired of suppressing my desires in order to conform. I don’t want to conform anymore. I want to explore, live, enjoy.”

  I believed her, but I still had one last question. “Why me?”

  “Do you have to ask?” Her lips widened into a blinding smile. “You, Noah, you’ve always been the center of all my fantasies.”

  My objections melted under the light of her eyes. I was satisfied that she was making her choices from a position of health. My need revved up. With my mind satisfied, my body ran out of patience.

  I slipped off my shoes, took off my T-shirt, unbuckled my belt and slid my pants and boxers off. My cock reared up like a third limb between my legs. Clara’s eyes widened. Had I been her, I would’ve been alarmed at the sight. But I needed her to know the effect she had on me. She looked so goddamn fuckable on the berth. My balls clenched, heavy with a backlog of come. How the fuck was I going to last two seconds like this?

  Fifteen years ago I’d brought Clara to this boat and taken her virginity on this berth. It had been a sweet and unforgettable moment, one I’d treasure to my dying breath. But tonight was different. I’d changed. I’d seen the world, experienced its thrills, developed my own tastes, succeeded and failed. Clara had changed too. She was a grown woman with a wide range of experiences, a yearning to experiment and a need to push the edge. She didn’t want to be taken like a blushing bride. She needed to be taken and accepted for who she was. This moment may have been an initiation of sorts, but it wasn’t a reenactment. Tonight wasn’t about the past. It was about the future.

  I narrowed my eyes on Clara. “In those fantasies of yours, are you fucked with or without restraints?”

  Her reaction was astounding. Even after all the intimate things we’d done this afternoon, she could still blush like the virgin she’d once been. “With,” she murmured without meeting my eyes.

  My cock put on another inch.

  “On your back?” I said, watching her reactions. “Or on your belly?”

  “On my back.” She stole a glance at me. “I see your face.”

  My balls tightened. I wanted to see her face also.

  “Lie down in the middle of the berth,” I said. “Spread your legs.”

  Obediently, Clara stretched out on her back. Her long, elegant legs parted. The soles of her feet braced on the cushions. For a bonus, she lifted her arms and crossed her wrists above her head.

  Christ help me. She was a sight to die for. Her breasts flattened over her rib cage and her nipples stood stiff like bullets, still flushed and swollen from the grip of the clamps. I’d been very careful to avoid bruising or welting her skin on the bench, but a nice rosy blush shaded her ass, notched her thighs and framed her pussy.

  The extraordinary sight was enough to wring a few drops of precome from my dick. I tore my eyes away from Clara. I’d made some preliminary preparations, installing the anchors on the walls, but the time for preparations was over.

  “You can always back down,” I reminded her.

  She smiled. “Not in this lifetime.”

  She was all will and spunk, fodder to my fantasies.

  “Have it your way.”

  I planted a knee on the side of the berth, leaned over and, after taking the orchid from her hands, set it aside. My heart boomed in my ears as I clipped Clara’s wrist cuffs together. I couldn’t believe I got to do this with her. The misery of the past few years seemed suddenly worth it. I’d won life’s finest lottery. I tested the cuffs’ quick release hitch, then stretched Clara’s arms above her head and fastened the cuffs to the rope affixed to the iron ring on the forepeak.

  I turned my attention to Clara’s legs, stroking the long bones of her shins and the shapely curves of her calves. I kissed her toes and hooked her ankle cuffs to the rings at either side of the benches.

  “How are you doing?”

  “Hanging in there.” She flashed a crooked grin. “And I mean that quite literally.”

  I laughed. “You’re doing awesome, princess. Almost done with this part.”

  I double-checked my work. She was safely stretched with her knees flexed in a modified spread-eagle position. Her circulation flowed freely and none of the restraints were too tight. As a finishing touch, I wedged a small pillow under her lower back to slant her hips, ensuring I had the best possible angle to service her vagina. My cock ached at the prospect.

  “You look amazing,” I said. “How do you feel?”

  “Very exposed.” Her eyes avoided mine. “Helpless and completely vulnerable.”

  “Look at me.” I waited until she found the courage to meet my stare. “Do you like being restrained?”

  She nodded ever so faintly.

  “Use your words,” I said. “Are you turned on thinking about all the lewd and delicious things I’m going to do to you?”

  “Yes, Noah,” she said on the wings of a full-body shiver.

  “How much?”

  “It’s like I’m melting inside.”

  I’d done my job so far.

  I took stock of the erotic vision before me. Christ, I really liked the view. I sat on the bench between her legs and reclined over her. I took the wildcat orchid from the shelf and,
reaching over, brushed the soft yellow petals along the line of Clara’s underarms, over the pale expanse of her armpits. The armpits were often neglected during lovemaking, but no part of Clara would be neglected today.

  Clara writhed. She was ticklish right there. I smiled and trailed the bumps prickling her skin. The fine hairs on her forearms rose, mimicking the orchid’s delicate texture. My cock stiffened against her thigh. Slow down. The fragrant scent of her need had my dick throbbing and my temperature soaring.

  I circled the orchid around her nipples. They were still blushed and sharp against the soft petals. I led the flower in a journey down her sternum, detouring over her ribs, which pushed through her skin when she heaved. I brushed the orchid against her belly and drew small patterns on her pubis, trailing the flower around the little soul patch on her mons, teasing her to no end.

  “Oh, Noah,” she said in a husky breath.

  My cock coiled. I had to make an effort to pace my lust for her. With my free hand, I cupped her pussy. It felt hot and steamy to my palm. Christ. I didn’t know too many people willing to put their most private—not to mention sensitive—parts on display for their lovers, let alone surrender like Clara was doing now. She was doing it for the experience, sure, but she was also doing it for me.

  I parted her pussy and ran the flower’s petals against her private surfaces. She struggled with the caress. Her legs strained against the cuffs and her hips jutted out. Eventually, she closed her eyes and submitted to my explorations. Her inner folds bloomed in lustrous shades of pink. Her slit dribbled like a hungry little mouth. Her clit glimmered at the top of her sex, ruby red. I tickled it with the orchid’s petals, one bud kissing another. Her sweet little anus tightened when I thumbed it. One step at a time.

  I set aside the flower and set out to make sure I knew everything there was to know about her pussy. I did recon on her terrain and took note of her every reaction. Her clit was like an ignition button to her body. Her opening was very highly reactive to my touch. I already knew how much she enjoyed a good finger fuck, but now I set out to map out her sweet spot.

  I did it slowly, gliding a single finger in her, stretching her carefully, planting random kisses over her sex. Her hair rustled as her head thrashed on the pillow. She mouthed silent pleas, until her pliable pussy adapted and accepted my touch in stride.

  I turned my palm up and rubbed my fingertips in light circles inside of her. It was a good thing she was securely fastened, because when my fingers brushed over the area where her G-spot should be, she almost came off the cushions.

  “Is that it?” I said.

  “Oh, yes.” She moaned, a sexy groan that tightened my balls and grew my cock into something obscene. I rubbed the pads of my fingers in tiny circles.

  “Oh, Jesus.” She tensed inside and out, struggling with the cuffs. “Noah?” She lifted her head from the pillow and stared at me, eyes wide with panic, voice sharp with urgency. “Do you want me to come? Can I come?”

  “Not yet,” I said, sliding my fingers away from her G-spot.

  Her luscious lips pressed tight together. A sensual moan escaped from the bottom of her throat. I loved feeling her muscles working over my fingers and watching her brave attempts at controlling her urges. She struggled against the restraints, back arching, neck stretching, teeth raking her lower lip. She was ready all over again. Her body writhed, heaving and rippling in a primal dance, an irresistible mating display that featured her pussy, flushed, swollen and glossy, as the main event.

  “Noah?” Her eyes pleaded with me. “How much longer?”

  “Not much longer.” My cock felt as if was about to burst. “Not long at all.”

  I stood up and scooted her down until her ass perched on the edge. I nestled my cock against her sex and, bending over her, kissed her. Her mouth opened for me obediently, moist and warm like her pussy.

  “What do you say, Clara?” I murmured against her mouth.

  “I say yes.” Her eyes sparkled. “I say, Noah, please, fuck me.”

  I drew in a disciplined breath, pressed my glans to her slit and navigated it straight through. The glide almost kicked my ass. Her breaths quickened. Her pussy grappled with my penetration. Her walls tightened. She struggled in the restraints, writhing beneath me, suppressing the little cries that escaped her throat anyway.

  “Oh my God.” She gasped as her sex yielded. “Oh my fucking God.”

  I was big and bulky and her pussy felt tight and smoldering to my cock. I held my breath, holding myself in place, restraining the urge to tear into her like a jackhammer out of control.

  “Can I come?” she rasped. “Can I please, please come?”

  She wanted to come. Right now. My cock was barely in her and she was ready to come. The joy was indescribable. I wanted to come too. But I wasn’t going to, and neither was she.

  “You can’t come yet.”

  I pressed my cock deeper into her. I leaned over and kissed her, enjoying her mouth while sliding in her slowly, making allowances for her body to adjust. I pushed my tongue in her mouth and swiped it inside of her cheeks in a blatant attempt to fill all her spaces.

  My body lit up with all kinds of extraordinary sensations. I traveled through Clara’s body, rediscovering her pussy’s glories. Fastened as she was, my cock felt like the pin that hinged her body together. The proportions may have been off, but her sex was supple and her moisture smoothed the way. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the thrilling glide.

  Christ, how I missed fucking. How I missed a woman’s soft body yielding beneath me every night, a wet pussy clinging to my cock, the sounds, sights and smell of sex overtaking my senses and obliterating the world outside. I’d missed carrying out my sexual fantasies too, and the rigors that kink added to sex. But above everything else, I’d missed this woman, Clara, in my bed and in my life.

  Her quiet, throaty moans had been the background music to my erotic dreams for all these years. It was no different now. The sensual sounds maddened and provoked me like the red cape of a bull at the ring. Short or long, sustained or in consecutive little yelps, the pleasure in her voice bloated my cock like no other sound on earth. Her sexy moans seduced me, peeled off my reason and deconstructed me, until only the primal erotic creature remained to support my lust-driven cock.

  “Is this what you wanted?” I muttered, moving slowly inside her.

  “Yes.” Her belly heaved and her breasts shuddered. “Yes!”

  “Will you take more, Clara?”

  “More,” she whispered. “All of it.”

  When the woman of my dreams told me that she wanted my cock, I gave it to her. I sank it all in, widening her tight passage, slithering forward in a relentless advance toward the bottom of her sex. By the time I was all in, her pussy had a solid grip on my cock and we were both panting.

  “Try to be strong now.” I moved in and out of her. “Try to hold on. Okay?”

  “I’m trying,” she whimpered, holding her breath. “But it’s hard.”

  “I know, princess,” I said, relishing the wet friction growing my cock one thrust at a time. “But I have faith in you and, before you come, I want to fuck you very, very hard.”

  “Oh my God.”

  “Is that a yellow I hear?”

  “No, it’s green, green all the way.”

  “Green it is.”

  I bore down on her with firm, long strokes that challenged my self-control and hastened her breaths. Her cuffs rattled in the rings as I fucked her faster. Her body quivered as I glided in and out, making up for years of want and thousands of regrets.

  I had an evolving vision of Clara, strapped down and naked as she was at the moment, only she lay on a bed of white tulle that cascaded from the veil she wore on her head. Then she was pregnant, her stomach bulging with child, her gorgeous breasts distended with a load of milk that leaked
from her nipples and sweetened my lips. After that, her hair had turned gray although her body held its shape and her eyes sparkled even in age. Throughout it all, she cried out my name, eyes wide with bliss, pupils dilated with desire, just as she was doing right now.

  Was I fucking dreaming or had I gotten a glimpse of the future?

  I feared I might split her in half with my strokes. My cock bounced off her cervix, my length rustled in her vagina and my balls thumped against her opening in a desperate attempt to follow behind my cock. Her entire body quaked on the berth, testing the fastenings, testing me. The erotic desperation I spotted in her eyes echoed through my body.

  She pleaded. “Noah?”

  She couldn’t hold back for much longer and neither could I.

  “Go ahead,” I said.

  She leaped into the realm of pleasure with all she had. Her body went into rigor. Her spine curved in an exaggerated arch that hurled her breasts into the air. Her legs shuddered reflexively, fighting the cuffs, filling the small cabin with a clicking and clanking. The flush on her face spread like a red tide down her stretched neck and blushed her chest all the way down to her tight nipples. Her eyes rolled in her head and her mouth pursed in a continuous wail of bliss.

  I held back as her sex pulsed around my cock with astonishing grip. I’d learned with practice, discipline and self-control that a hard dick intensified a woman’s orgasm. I meant to give Clara a climax she’d never forget.

  It worked. Coming on my hard cock sharpened and prolonged her pleasure. Her pulsations ricocheted off my erection. I gritted my teeth and waited for as long as I could, thrusting in her the whole time, aiding and abetting her sex in a monumental release that filled the cabin with her cries.

  It was only after her first wave began to wane that I reached up, pulled on the hitch and released her hands. I freed her legs right before I flattened over her. Her arms closed around me, embracing me tightly. Her knees wrapped around my waist and her legs tightened in a possessive clutch that fused our bodies together. With the restraints, I’d given life to her fantasies, but it wasn’t until I was in the hold of her arms that she gave complete life to mine.