Subspace

by Sierra Cartwright

  The pressure on the chain now was constant, dragging on her nipples and causing the clover clamps to bite more deeply. It had taken months, leaving them on a little longer each time, to reach the point where she could wear them for an entire evening. Now sometimes she thought she almost craved them.

  As if he could read her mind, Diego whispered, “You see? In a manner of speaking you already know what subspace is.”

  “You’re playing with my head,” she whispered back.

  “Of course. That’s the game, Kaci. Now pay attention.”

  Marlena’s screaming had increased in intensity but—

  No, that wasn’t right. That wasn’t a scream. The sound she was making was one long, uninterrupted cry of intense pleasure.

  “See how the cane kisses her skin?” Diego’s low voice was humming in her ear like a lullaby, smoothing her edges. “He’s an expert with it. They’ve been doing this for a long time. He knows exactly how much strength to use, how much speed. He’s worked her up to this level.” He licked the little spot behind her ear. “I can smell you, Kaci. You’re as turned on as she is.”

  Kaci wriggled in her chair. Unbelievably, as Dane continued to apply the cane, she almost felt as if it was her she was feeling the bite of the slender instrument on her own skin. And Diego was right. She was completely turned on by the whole thing.

  “Look.” Diego touched her shoulder. “He’s picking up something else.”

  Dane had replaced the cane on the table and picked up a short whip, more like a flogger. As before, he stroked the implement over Marlena’s skin, now criss-crossed with vivid red lines. Back and forth, like a lover’s caress. Kaci was interested to note that the woman seemed to be trying to push herself into the touch of the leather, her movements restricted by the cuffs binding her.

  “She wants it,” she whispered to Diego.

  “Of course. Right now Marlena is completely in another world where nothing exists except for her, her lover, and whatever instrument he chooses. See how she tries to grind her hips? She wants him to fuck her. Badly.”

  As if he’d heard Diego’s words, Dane reached between Marlena’s thighs, probed her cunt and lifted his fingers so the spotlight over the platform shone on them. Then, with an exaggerated gesture, he carefully licked every one of them.

  “She’s soaked,” Diego said. “I’ll bet you are, too.”

  He lifted her onto his lap and slid one hand beneath her short leather skirt. Pulling aside the scrap of satin that was her thong, he found her pussy and stroked it. Two fingers slid easily inside her. Kaci had to swallow a moan. Diego had a firm rule about any sounds coming from her in public unless he gave her permission. When he pinched her clit she bit her lower lip and looked at him. His eyes were dark with passion and the knowledge that she was using every bit of her self-control to obey his orders.

  “Oh, yes,” he said against her ear. “Your little clit is hot and swollen and your delicious pussy is dripping. If you could promise not to make a sound I can fuck you with my fingers while you watch the performance. Can you do that, querida?”

  She swallowed hard and nodded.

  “Good, then. Now pay attention to what’s happening.”

  Dane was applying the flogger with slow, steady strokes, not yet exerting too much pressure.

  “The key,” Diego continued, as he rubbed her clit, “is to imagine yourself floating on a cloud, in a velvet cocoon, glowing with the effects of two or three glasses of wine. You know how you get?”

  She swallowed again, nodded and gripped the edge of the table with her hands in an effort to steady herself. Tremors raced through her body with every stroke of Diego’s fingers, and her breasts ached as he tugged continuously on the chain swinging between the nipple clamps with his other hand.

  On the platform, Dane was applying the flogger with a firm, steady rhythm. Marlena was swaying with the limited amount of movement the restraints allowed, and the same erotic sounds echoed from her. Kaci wondered how Marlena stood the pain, how her body accepted it, and wondered if she’d be able to do the same.

  “She’s close to orgasm,” Diego murmured. “So are you, amante. Not a sound now.”

  He increased the pace of his fingers on her cunt while at the same time he tugged harder on the nipple chain. Kaci dug her fingernails into the table as hard as she could. As pain shot up her arms from her hands, the spasms inside her body intensified and she was startled to realise the pain was actually an aphrodisiac.

  Diego laughed softly, somehow aware of what was happening to her. “The pain is the real bite of pleasure, Kaci. You will learn to embrace it.” He bit her ear lobe again. “Do not come until I give permission.”

  She tightened her fingers even more. It was important to her that she obey him when they were in D/s roles. From the very beginning she knew she could never hold back with this man. No one had ever captured her emotionally the way he did, or cherished her as much. Maybe it was because to him she was not a toy but a woman to respect and adore. She’d been with Doms—both long and short term—who had been more obsessed with asserting their mastery than with forging a relationship, even a brief one. She’d walked out on two of them when the vibes she’d got from them had become disturbing.

  In fact, Diego was the first Dom she’d ever been with whom she hadn’t met at a bondage club. They met at a dinner party, but like kindred spirits had been drawn to each other. When out of the blue he’d asked her to go home with him that night, there’d been no question of refusal. Now, nearly three years later, not only was the relationship everything she could have asked for, but he was about to take her to a new level of pleasure. New experiences.

  Dane now picked up a flat, leather-covered paddle and without the warning of the stroking caresses, smacked it hard against Marlena’s buttocks. She jerked once and the sound of her cries increased, but then dropped her head back, tilting her body slightly and thrust her hips backwards. The signal for more.

  Ten strokes. Kaci counted them, her gaze glued to the tableau. She almost felt as if she was in Marlena’s head. Felt the stinging slap of the paddle. The rush of endorphins in her system. The pleasure that rose through the pain.

  Then Dane tossed the paddle aside, reached for a condom on the table, sheathed himself and, bending his knees slightly, thrust himself hard into his sub.

  “Ahhhhh.” The sound echoed in the room.

  Kaci took a quick glance around and noticed everyone staring at the scene. Many, like her and Diego, were engaged in their own byplay.

  As Dane drove into Marlene again and again, Diego’s hands were very busy with her clit and her hot channel, teasing and tormenting. Just as Dane’s entire body stiffened and Marlena bucked hard against him, Diego whispered in her ear, “Now, querida. Come now.”

  Diego thrust three fingers into her, curling them as the walls of her cunt clamped down on them. She exploded into his hand, doing her best to hold as still as possible while her pussy spasmed. At last the shudders abated, and she sat quietly in his lap, trembling slightly. He touched his fingers to her lips, silently urging her to lick them clean. Then he fastened the two buttons on her vest and moved her back into her own chair.

  Nearly an hour passed before they were ready to leave. First they waited while Dane attended to Marlene.

  “Aftercare,” Diego told her, “but we can watch.”

  They sat in a private room with the couple, as arranged earlier by Diego, and Kaci watched as Dane used a warm cloth to bathe Marlena’s back, buttocks and thighs. Then he applied a salve, carefully rubbing it into each red stripe, each welt. Marlene lay on a padded table, head pillowed on her folded arms. When Marlena opened her eyes, Kaci had to stifle a gasp. Her pupils were glazed, as if she were high on something, and there was such a look of pleasure that Kaci was actually jealous.

  After Dane wrapped Marlena in a soft robe, he sat her on the table and handed her a glass of wine.

  “It helps her to come down,” he explained.

  Th
en the two men chatted quietly while Kaci plied the other woman with questions. Questions she answered freely.

  By the time they left, Kaci had more information than she knew what to do with and was more confused than ever. But there was no mistaking the pleasure in Marlena’s eyes and voice, or the calm that enveloped her. Or the intense emotion she and Dane shared. Something Kaci desperately wanted with Diego.

  She was definitely ready for him to teach her how to fall into subspace and embrace a new level of pleasure/pain. She trusted him completely. Knew he would never push her beyond her outermost limits.

  Her mind wandered back to her earlier thoughts. If there was anything at all that worried her it was the knowledge that this was the longest Diego had ever kept a sub. At the munches they attended, people were only too quick to inform her that two years was usually his limit. They were surprised the two of them were still together. Kaci merely smiled and said nothing, but in her heart she wanted to be the one he stayed with forever.

  Somehow she would find the key. And maybe this was the first step.

  Chapter Two

  Kaci was still in a state of arousal. The small orgasm Diego had permitted her didn’t do much to take the edge off. Not after what she’d witnessed in the club and what she’d learnt from Marlena. Throughout the ride home she had an impossible urge to slide back and forth on the smooth leather seat to see if she could cool the fire raging in her cunt. She knew, however, Diego would take her to task for it. She bit back the tiny moan that threatened to burst from her involuntarily.

  Diego’s low laugh was knowing. He moved his hand to rest it on her thigh. “Is that sweet little pussy hungry, querida?”

  “Yes,” she breathed. “Very.”

  “Good. That means you were affected by tonight’s performance.” He paused. “And your chat with Marlena? How was that?”

  She exhaled slowly. How to answer that? “It was…interesting. Informative. Intriguing.”

  He laughed again, a soft rumbling sound. “And did it make you want to explore that path?”

  Did it? “I’d say…yes. Marlena explained to me how Dane taught her to think herself into subspace. Yes, that’s exactly what she said. Think herself into it.”

  “Remember what we discussed at The Pyramid? About mentally removing yourself from the plain of awareness you’re on? Letting your mind drift into a place where nothing exists except you, your Dom and the pleasure he can give you? How the pain releases endorphins that surge though your system like a drug?”

  “Yes. I do.”

  “You sound sceptical, amante.”

  “I… No. Well, maybe. A smidgen.” She put her hand over his. “But very willing to learn.”

  “Good. That’s good, my pet.”

  It suddenly occurred to her that he seldom addressed her by name. It was always my pet or amante or querida or some other endearment in the beautiful language of his heritage. Sometimes she was gripped with the strange fear that he’d somehow forgotten her name. Or worse than that. That he didn’t want her to stand out from all the others so the parting would be so much easier.

  She had done her best in their three years together to carve out a niche for herself in his life, one that didn’t threaten him and still intrigued him. She knew he took pride in her sculpting, even bragging about her to his friends.

  But that and a dollar will get you a cup of coffee. At McDonald’s.

  She wanted desperately to ask him how many of his other subs he’d taken to this level.

  Probably most of them. Maybe all of them.

  “I can hear your brain working,” Diego teased as he pulled the car into the condo’s underground parking. “I hope it’s working in the right direction.”

  She was silent as they rode in the elevator, her mind and pussy at war in her body.

  Think, don’t feel.

  Feel, don’t think.

  She was still very aroused and in mental turmoil as they stepped off the elevator into the condo—a nice perk of living in the penthouse. As they passed through the foyer, she ran her hands over the sculpture standing on a marble base. The statue was a woman kneeling, head thrown back, arms reaching towards the sky. She’d given it to Diego for his last birthday, a symbol both of her submissive state and her willingness to reach beyond her comfort zone.

  All right, then. That’s what he’s asking you to do, so do it.

  She trailed behind him as they walked into their bedroom, still mulling everything over in her mind. There was a distinct lack of conversation while they undressed, each carefully putting away their clothes. When she was completely naked, Kaci went to stand in front of Diego so he could remove the nipple clamps.

  His gaze held hers as he slowly removed each one from the swollen buds. She trembled at its intensity, the pulse in her cunt beating harder.

  “You did well tonight,” he told her in a quiet voice.

  His praise always meant a great deal to her, especially for her performance as his sub.

  “Thank you.” She tightened her hands into fists as the blood rushed free to her tortured nipples and pain lanced through them. A welcome pain, she realised. And for many reasons.

  So if you embrace this pain, as well as others, why not move to the next level?

  Maybe her relustance had to do with giving up mental control. That had always been her security with her Doms. They could subdue her body but not her mind. She would be giving Diego a whole new level of trust.

  The moment he bent his head and pulled one nipple into his mouth, she forgot to think. All she could think of was the pleasure surging through her body as he sucked and pulled and tugged. He turned his attention to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment and cradling her breasts in his palms.

  His mouth always felt so good on her body. He knew just how to use it in every sensitive place to bring her the maximum amount of pleasure. She wished he’d move it to a different area right now because she needed to come again desperately. Images of what she’d seen tonight raced through her mind, igniting a fire that threatened to consume her.

  When he stopped she gave an involuntary cry of disappointment.

  Diego cupped her chin. “I know what you want. But I think perhaps you should give me pleasure first.”

  Kaci dropped to her knees, trembling with need, and wrapped her fingers around his thick, swollen cock. Extending her tongue, she lapped the bead of fluid sitting on the slit, making a show of swallowing it the way he liked. Then, opening her mouth, she took his entire length inside, tilting her head just slightly to accommodate his size.

  She swirled her tongue around him while she cupped his balls with her other hand, squeezing them gently. As she moved her lips up and down on his shaft, she played with his sac, pressing her fingers into it, feeling his balls draw up.

  Diego brushed her hair back from her face and gripped her head, tilting it this way and that to achieve a better angle. He rocked his hips slightly, his movements adjusting to the rhythm of her mouth. She sucked and tugged and caressed, working him until his cock was harder than steel.

  His fingers tightened and he tilted her head back.

  “I’m going to come inside you.” His voice had that tight sound to it, slightly raspy, that was the indication of his lust, his passion.

  “Yes, Sir.” She rose to her feet and waited for further instructions. How would he take her tonight?

  “Go to the bed and bend over,” he ordered.

  She loved his Dom voice, deep and powerful and commanding. Just the sound of it was enough to make her wet and wanting. Tonight, when she was already so aroused, she could barely control herself.

  She bent obligingly over the bed, stretching her arms out on the mattress and turning her face to the side.

  “Feet apart, sub.”

  She spread her feet as wide as she could, knowing it exposed her the way he liked. He glided his fingers up the inside one thigh then the other before sliding into her very wet cunt. Without thinking, she bore down on them,
the position allowing her to rub her clit on the coverlet.

  At once the fingers were gone and in the next instant a sharp slap landed on one cheek of her ass. She started, clenching the cheeks of her ass then relaxing them knowing another smack would soon follow. And it did. On the other cheek.

  “I think you need to be punished for keeping so silent on the way home, amante. And for not showing proper appreciation for the special evening I arranged for us.”

  Smack!

  “And for thinking I wouldn’t notice you trying to ease your desire in the car or for rubbing your clit on the bed.”

  Smack!

  After that the blows came quickly, one after the other, stinging her ass and spreading heat over her skin and down to her pussy. The more the slaps rained down on her the more aroused she became. Oh, God, she wanted him to fuck her. Hard.

  As he continued to spank her she became aware that suddenly the pain of the spanking wasn’t enough. Every other time the pain had brought her to the peak of orgasm, just waiting for him to plunge himself inside her body. But tonight, perhaps because of the performance, or maybe her conversation with Marlena, she suddenly wanted more. Much more. It would please Diego and, if Marlena was right, bring her the most intense pleasure.

  Abruptly, the spanking stopped. Diego leaned over her and brought his mouth close to her ear.

  “I think perhaps tonight you wish for something more. Right?”

  She nodded.

  He bit her ear lobe. “I can’t hear you.”

  She tightened her fingers around the fabric of the coverlet. “Yes, Sir. I do.”

  “You do what?”

  “Want something more.”

  “Like we saw tonight?” he persisted.

  “Yes. Yes, Sir.”

  He nipped lightly at her shoulder. “Then tomorrow night we shall begin. But tonight I will fuck you until you know who your Master is.”

  He moved, she heard the crinkle of foil, then he nudged the opening of her pussy with the head of his cock. She lifted herself on her tiptoes and thrust herself back at him. He gripped her hips with strong hands and he drove into her with one long, swift plunge.