by Desiree Holt
He allowed himself a moment to take in every inch of her luscious naked body that he hadn’t absorbed the night before. His gaze traveled over the nice plump breasts, not too big but just right. The flare of her hips and the curve of her ass. The strong legs, toned, with muscles developed through years of training and competing. He saw three little freckles on her left shoulder and took a moment to lick them lightly with his tongue. Two more sat just to the side of her belly button, and he bent to give them the same attention.
He walked around her slowly, his eyes drinking her in, imagining all the things he was going to do to her and how they would turn them both on. He’d seen her flying around the arena on her horse, totally in control of her situation. Now he was going to be completely in control of her.
“I wouldn’t have guessed submission was your thing.” He spoke the words quietly.
“Permission to speak, Sir?”
“Absolutely. I want to know.”
“From the first moment I began training for barrel racing, working to become one with my horse, learning to ride the cloverleaf in the fewest seconds possible, I’ve had to be in charge of everything. Totally controlling myself and my animal. Several years ago a friend took me to a club much like Rawhide where I met a very experienced Dom.” She lifted her shoulders and then let them relax. “I learned that not only was this the one aspect of my life where I didn’t have to be in control, but I really enjoyed giving it up to someone else.” She glanced up at him briefly. “I also discovered the pleasure in pain. So many ways, so much pain, so much pleasure.”
Listening to her, every muscle in his body tightened with anticipation. He could hardly wait to move forward with what he had planned. He began by tying one end of the rope in a loop around one wrist, fashioning a small knot to press against her pulse point. From there he continued winding the rope around her so every knot he fashioned hit a different point of stimulation. Across her back and onto the other wrist, pulling them both behind her back so that her breasts were thrust forward. Around each breast, pulling the rope tightly so each breast was plumped and thrust forward. Her nipples, such a pretty color, tempted him, and when he closed his mouth over one of them, he was pleased to feel how hard and stiff it was. Carefully, he bit down on it, the sound of pleasure she made making his nerve endings dance in response.
When he pressed the silk into the crevice of her ass, he guided it with the tip of a finger he used to press against the small opening there. She squeezed those cheeks together and made another one of those breathy little sounds. Bracing her with his forearm, he trailed his fingers down to her pussy, probing the hot flesh there and smiling to himself as he found it hot and very wet.
He continued to wind the rope in its intricate pattern, still paying careful attention to Trish’s body and her reaction to everything. He looked at her face, studying the expression in her eyes, noting how flushed her cheeks were and how the tiny flecks of gold in her coffee-colored eyes flared like tiny bursts of flames. He tugged on the rope at different points, knowing the knots on her clit and in her ass would press even harder. Although she said nothing, he was rewarded by the site of the pulse beating frantically at the soft hollow of her throat.
When he had every bit of the intricate design in place, with Trish’s wrists bound behind her and then connected to the rope between her ankles, he pressed a button in the floor and lowered the hook that was over her head. She never said a word as he made adjustments again to the rope, not even when he tightened things so her body was bowed forward. Winding the edge of the rope around the hook and locking it into place, he raised her constrained body just enough so her mouth was level with his crotch.
The thought of her mouth on him, with her body trussed up this way, every knot rubbing against an erotic spot as she sucked him, sent a hard current of electricity through him. Slowly, he unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off his shoulders. He took great care lowering the zipper on his leather pants because he’d gone commando tonight and he was so engorged he risked injuring himself if he wasn’t careful.
At last he was naked, standing before her with his cock in his hand, stroking it as he rested the head on her lower lip.
“Open your mouth,” he commanded. “I want to feel those sweet lips around me, tightening around my shaft. Is it as hot and wet as your cunt, little sub? Can it suck me in as hard? Do a good job, and I’ll reward you.”
Obediently, she opened her mouth as he asked, and he slid his dick in an inch, then two. When she closed her lips around him and teased the head with her tongue, he had to close his eyes to get control of himself. Last night, without any of this, had been incredible. But tonight? Shit! This was beyond anything he could have imagined, and he was far from a novice either at sex or BDSM.
Her lips were so soft, her tongue an erotic weapon all its own as she did her best to swirl it around the head and probe the slit with the tip. Adjusting the angle of the Shibari web that ensnared her so her head was tilted slightly back, he continued easing his dick into her mouth, an inch at a time, until she had taken him completely. Cupping his balls, he set up a cadence with his hips, back and forth, in and out, the velvet of her mouth like a hot blanket wrapped around his skin.
“Good,” he breathed. “So fucking good. Yeah, that’s it. Use your teeth, girl. Scrape my shaft. Oh, yeah. Just like that.”
As he thrust in and out, riding her tongue, feeling the suction created by her lips, little groans rumbled in her throat and vibrated against him. It was one of the most erotic things he could imagine. He couldn’t help himself. He reached around her and pinched both cheeks of her ass, his mouth watering at the sight of the red marks that appeared at once. He did it again and again, leaving a pattern that provoked his senses even more.
“More, girl,” he told her in a guttural voice. “Yes, that’s it. Jesus. Fuck! That’s so fucking good.”
He felt his orgasm building already and tried to force it back. All too quickly he felt the familiar tingling at the base of his spine and the tightening in his balls. Not yet, not yet, he told himself, but his body paid no attention, automatically stepping up the pace. The faster he moved the harder Trish sucked until his semen pulsated through his cock and exploded into her mouth. Breathing hard through her nose, her throat moving convulsively, she swallowed every drop until she’d sucked him dry.
Slowly, he eased himself from her mouth and rubbed his thumb over her lower lip. When she touched the tip of her tongue to it, lust crackled through him again. Two seconds ago, he’d been drained dry. Now his cock was sending him another message. Holy shit! This woman was liable to kill him.
“Very good, girl. Excellent. I think we’ll have to do a lot more of that.” He cupped her chin and tilted her head so he could look into her eyes. “It’s so much better when you’re helpless. Fuck. It’s more than better.”
“Th-thank you, Sir.” Her breathing was choppy.
Well, he was about to make it choppier and guarantee they both enjoyed it.
He adjusted the rigging to ease the strain on her arms and legs and pull her more upright. Fetching a bottle of water from the tiny fridge in the corner, he uncapped it and fed her a few sips, slowly, massaging her jaw at the same time. Then he set it aside and loosened the rigging a little more. Then he moved his satchel and the small table it was on against the wall in front of Trish. “How are you doing, subbie?”
She was watching him with eyes slightly unfocused. He knew hanging her in the intricate webbing and weaving the Shibari pattern around her would stimulate her even before he’d slid his cock into her mouth. He had seen other subs go deep into subspace from the stimulation of the knots and the endorphins released by the pain. He had no idea, though, how much Trish could take so they would move along in increments. The last thing he wanted was to push her too far too fast and lose all of this—whatever this was turning out to be.
“Fine, Master.” The little minx licked her lips again, even as her words tumbled out unevenly. “Thank you for as
king.”
“I have something special here, something that’s high on my list of preferences.” He leaned down to speak in her ear. “Something that will drive you out of your mind with want and need. And make you crave more and more.” He lifted a metal case from the satchel, placed it on the table and opened it, displaying his full violet wand kit. “Have any of your Doms used this with you?”
She nodded. “Yes, Sir.” She drew in a deep breath and let it out. “And I enjoy it very much.”
His cock pulsed again at her words. “By the time we’re finished tonight, I hope to drive the memories of everyone else out of your mind.”
Her eyes widened. “But—”
“For the time you’re here,” he amended.
And for longer than that if I have anything to say about it.
He plugged the wand into an outlet in the wall and turned it on, briefly touching the back of his hand and his arm to make sure it was sparking. Trish’s eyes followed him as he came to stand beside her, her body jerking as he pinched each nipple, hard. He waited a moment then did it again, harder, watching carefully to see how far he could push her. He did it five times, each time pressing harder, before he saw her jaw tense and heard a sound of pain roll up from her throat.
But it wasn’t a sound of protest. It was the sound a sub made when she was riding the edge of pleasure/pain and she was reduced to little more than inarticulate sounds.
“Your body is such a feast,” he told her. “I don’t know where to begin.”
Pinching a nipple again to distract her, he touched the wand briefly on each cheek of her ass, one tap on each side then two then three. She twitched at each arc of electricity and tried to push her buttocks at him to indicate she wanted more. Lust surged through him, and he had to restrain himself from turning up the voltage on the wand.
He tapped her again, touching one place then another on that smooth, rosy skin. She jerked slightly at each tap, and by the third contact her eyes began to glaze, the first sign that she was sliding deeper into subspace. Adjusting the rigging again, he reached between her legs and drew a new pattern with the wand, sliding it up the inside of one leg and down the other, deliberately bypassing her cunt with it.
She moaned again and tried to squeeze her legs together. She wanted that stimulation on her labia, and he was going to give it to her, but not yet. Instead, he replaced the wand with his hand, testing the wetness of her pussy, lightly scraping a fingernail over her pussy lips then dragging it over her clit. He played lightly over her sensitive skin, but when he felt the first onset of tremors, he pulled his hand away.
“I know you want to come, but it’s not time yet.”
“Ohh.” She tried to wiggle her butt, signaling him she was ready.
He chuckled. “You’ll come when I’m ready to let you. But when I do, it will be well worth the wait.”
He lifted his hand to his mouth, licking her juices from his fingers before rubbing her cunt with his palm. “You taste better than any bourbon I’ve ever had a drink of. Next time we’re together here—and trust me, there will be a next time—I think I’ll spread your legs, tie your ankles in place and eat your pussy until you scream for release.” He bent his head low to hers. “Would you like that, girl?”
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Anything.”
Oh, yeah, she was so aroused. She had such a sensitive body. He thought he could play with her all night and never discover all of its secrets.
He touched the wand to each nipple, and she cried out, trying to jerk away from the contact. But then she swallowed and whispered, “More. Please, Sir.”
He’d give her more all right. A lot more.
He touched each nipple again, then slid the wand down to her navel and drew a circle around her belly button. She moaned as electricity made little arcs against her skin. He moved it down further, stopping just at the curve of her mound. Placing two fingers beneath her chin, he tilted her face so he could check her status. Her eyes were completely unfocused, her mind in that soft space where there was nothing but pain and pleasure, pain and pleasure. And she craved it, more and more. She was falling deeper and deeper into subspace, dropping into that sensuous whirlpool where she craved everything he chose to do to her.
Hefting the wand, he screwed an extender to it and attached a slender probe. Only experts would do any kind of insertion with violet wand play, but Jake had been doing this for a very long time. Turning the wand back on, he touched the tip of the probe to each nipple, rewarded by a twitch of her body. He touched the delicate spots at the back of each knee and ran the tip of the probe along the crease where each thigh met a cheek of her buttocks. Each spark of electricity elicited another jerk, another twitch, another moan. He increased the speed with which he drew patterns on her skin, sliding, skimming.
Before long he had her writhing as much as she could considering the restraint of her bindings, and her breathing was jerky. Reaching between her legs, he separated the lips of her pussy and very slowly inserted the probe. As soon as the current hit her sensitive, wet inner tissues she jerked even harder, cried out even louder. Jake rotated his wrist so the very thin probe danced around inside her channel, the current arcing against her sensitive skin.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she cried out. “Ohhhhh.”
She tried to squeeze her legs together, but the way he had her bound it was impossible.
Easing the probe from her cunt, he drew it slowly through the crevice of her buttocks, back and forth, again and again. The intensity of the current was mild, but it was enough to stimulate every nerve and sensitive tissue in her entire body.
She had such a sweet ass, and her rear entrance beckoned to him like a sensuous promise. Before these two weeks were out, he’d fuck her there, more than once. Maybe he could convince her to accept a plug from him and wear it at night when she got into bed. And think of his cock inside her.
He dragged his fingers through her slit again, pinching her clit, but when she tried to hunch herself onto his touch, he pulled his hand away. “You think you want to come, girl?”
“Yes, please.” Her words were barely a whisper.
“You’ll come when I give you permission. When I finally have my dick inside you.”
By now his cock was at full mast again, begging for attention, and he was so tempted to give in. But he wasn’t finished yet. Removing the probe, he attached a short Mylar flogger to the extension. The Mylar conducted the electricity and enhanced the impact of the current. With a practiced flick of his wrist, he applied it to Trish’s bare skin—the cheeks of her ass, the backs of her thighs, the tops of her breasts. The contacts were light, but frequent, never giving her relief from one to the other until her moan was one long cry.
By now she was so far into subspace he could have done anything he wanted with her. This was where a responsible Dom came in, one who knew how much further to push his sub, how much further into subspace he could take her. Trish was so damn responsive they’d gotten here a lot faster than he’d expected. Of course, his body was telling him not soon enough.
Fuck her now. Let her come with you now. Now, now, now.
It was definitely time. He couldn’t make himself wait another moment, no matter how fascinated he was with her response to the wand.
When was the last time a woman had gotten to him that way? So long ago he didn’t even remember. Tossing the wand and the attachments into the open case, he rolled on a condom, adjusted Trish’s rigging and positioned himself behind her and between her thighs. Holding her in place with his hands firmly on her hips, he drove into her with one fierce plunge.
Holy shit!
He closed his eyes and let the sensation of her tight wet pussy gripping him rocket through his body. He swore he could still feel the vibrations from the wand, the tiny little shocks that stimulated every single nerve. He had to grit his teeth to keep from exploding right there on the spot, especially when he opened his eyes and took in the reddened skin of her thighs and buttocks where he’d s
kimmed over her with the wand and let the Mylar flogger do its dance.
Pulling in the edges of his control, he began a steady in and out movement, sliding his cock out until only the head was encased, then plunging back in again. He tried to go slowly, to draw it out, but Trish changed all that.
“Please,” she cried out. “Please, please, please. Faster. Harder. Oh, god, harder.”
Her words sent urgent signals to his body. He increased his speed, thrusting deep each time, sucking in his breath as her wet, tight walls dragged at him.
Then, as if a switch was flipped, his control shattered, and he ratcheted into full speed, driving hard and fast into her waiting, eager body. The moment he felt the first tremors in her pussy, he let go, taking both into an orgasm that plunged them over a steep cliff. He held her tightly as their bodies shuddered, everything fading away except the cataclysmic release.
This had to be the most intense climax he’d ever had, nearly every bit of energy drained from him, his muscles protesting. Just moving would be an effort. But he was a responsible Dom and had an obligation. He eased himself from the clasp of her pussy and disposed of the condom in a container provided. Then he slowly and carefully undid the Shibari rigging, taking care as he unwound each knot, bracing her with his body.
When the last coil fell away, he carried her in his arms to a table covered with soft padding and meticulously rubbed a medicated, soothing balm over every inch of her body. He rubbed her muscles until he felt the strain ease, then pulled a warm quilt from the cupboard built into the table, wrapped her in it, and carried her to the large armchair in one corner of the room.
Cuddling her against his body, he fed her the rest of the water in tiny sips, rubbing her back and murmuring soothing words, until he was sure, at last she’d fully returned from subspace and knew where she was. She leaned her head against his shoulder and sighed, and he thought his heart would turn over. He was in such big trouble here. He wanted to keep her forever, and her forever only lasted two weeks. Following her on the circuit was certainly not practical, and she’d been very explicit about not hanging it up yet. He just had to have faith that somehow it would all work out.