by Tawny Taylor
A crazy rush of heat flared through her body on the heels of an equally intense chill. The floor was like ice beneath her knees, the air a fragrant caress around her body, the silence a dark cloud above her head.
More nervous than she had been a few minute earlier, she turned inward, focused on the sensation of air filling her lungs, the pounding of her heart in her chest.
At Kyler’s demand, Elena recited the presentation she’d performed for him every day they spent together, “Master Kyler, this submissive presents the Master’s body for his examination and inspection. This submissive joyously presents these breasts…” She cupped her breasts. “This vagina…” She lowered her hands to her pussy and parted her labia. “This anus…” She reached around and parted her ass cheeks. “And mouth for examination and inspection.” She opened her mouth wide and waited.
What agony. What sweet agony.
Around her she heard voices, commenting on her body, complimenting Kyler on his beautiful new submissive. At his command, she closed her mouth and, avoiding making eye contact with any of her admirers, looked around the room.
How many times had she secretly fantasized about a scene like this, where she was being assessed, objectified? Touched? At Kyler’s assent, strangers’ hands fell on her shoulders, back, stomach, head. Male and females alike commented on her breasts, her ass, her hair.
Between her legs an aching pounding had begun, and the heat there increased with each throb of the delicate tissues. Even if her mind didn’t know it, her body did. This was what she’d been searching for. She’d found her place, among Masters and Mistresses, Doms and Dommes. Slaves and submissives. People she might never have found.
Kyler had gently and patiently led her home.
A beautiful woman, her lush body spilling from a black latex catsuit, bent down and boldly weighed Elena’s breasts, her full red lips pursed. “She’s just lovely, Kyler. May I?”
“Absolutely, Mistress Jasmine.”
Elena gasped, both insanely aroused by the woman’s touch and equally shocked. But she didn’t flinch or move away. Even when she watched one of the woman’s hands move down between her legs.
Her inner thighs tightened and Elena squeezed her eyes closed as the woman’s fingers slipped into her slick heat, stretching her. She could swear she was either going to ignite or pass out. She just wasn’t sure which.
Reflexively, her vagina tightened around the woman’s fingers, intensifying Elena’s pleasure.
What was it about becoming an object that thrilled her so much? She was there, on her knees, her pussy full of some woman’s fingers. Her entire body open and exposed to so many people.
She couldn’t say, but she knew this was what she needed. That instead of making her feel empty and invisible it made her feel powerful and beautiful. She was sad when the woman withdrew her fingers, gave Kyler yet another compliment on his new submissive and left, and the sounds of the party slowly resumed.
Kyler helped her to her feet. “Now we go to the dungeon.”
Elena’s knees threatened to buckle, she was so aroused and giddy. As she walked, she felt people watching her, admiring her. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced in her life. Past men and women, Masters and slaves, Doms and submissives, down the wallpapered wall lined with expensive looking artwork, to a single door, painted black.
Kyler opened the door, and they stepped into a huge, fascinating bondage dungeon, torn from her wildest imaginings.
Over the past year, Kyler had taught her the proper terms for the equipment—St. Andrew’s Cross, sex swing, kneeler, bench, cage. This dungeon had several of each. The room was partitioned into eight areas, each one containing at least a couple of pieces of furniture. At the moment, there was a scene going on in each one. She passed one where a Domme was playing with a submissive man. He was on his knees at the moment, being flogged. And in another scene, a Dom seemed to be instructing onlookers on the art of rope bondage. Kyler continued toward the back of the room, stopping in front of a scene showcasing a man nearly as big as the bouncer outside performing electro play on a bound beautiful blond woman.
That was one line Elena was definitely afraid to cross, but that didn’t keep her from watching in silent fascination as the man deftly stimulated the woman with the silver wand. The heat in her pussy inched up even higher, and she ached to have Kyler caress that pounding throb away. Here, in the middle of the crowd. Or there, on that sex swing. Anywhere.
“What do you feel?” Kyler whispered into her ear. He pressed his entire length against her back. His rigid rod was pillowed against her ass.
“I’m…so hot,” she admitted, eyes riveted on the handsome Dom who was now removing the restraints from the blonde. “I didn’t know how I’d feel about all this. I mean, I’ve watched before. But it’s different, actually being a part of it.”
Kyler pulled her tighter against him. “I didn’t know either, when I came here the first time to play. I don’t think anyone does. But the minute they walk in, they either know it’s for them or it’s not. I’ve seen it go both ways.”
“It’s both scary and exciting at the same time. The scary makes the exciting that much better.”
“I’ve heard other submissives say the same thing. For a Dom, it’s a very different thing. You’re looking for the thrill you find in relinquishing control to a Dom or Master. You want to feel powerless. We, on the other hand, feel a great sense of responsibility for our submissives. For their safety and pleasure.” He reached around with one hand and pinched her nipple between his forefinger and thumb.
She sucked in a sharp gasp and arched her back, resting her head against Kyler’s chest. It was strange when she thought about it, shocking, that she was standing in a room full of people with nothing on, letting Kyler tug on her nipple. But strange or not, she wouldn’t have wanted to miss this, didn’t want it to end.
“I want you,” she murmured, rocking her hips forward and back.
He reached between her legs, parted her labia. “Oh, sweet thing. You’re so wet. But I won’t fuck you here. Fucking is just for us.”
She whimpered as he slid his fingers inside, hooking them so that his knuckles rubbed against the ubersensitive front wall of her canal.
“But that doesn’t mean I won’t let you come.” The hand on her chest moved down, his arm now circled around her torso, just under her breasts. “Watch, baby,” he murmured in her ear. “Watch the scene.”
The big Dom had a new woman now, was tying her bent over a kneeler, her ass high in the air, legs spread wide, her upper body supported by the top cushion. The woman was begging him to fuck her with a dildo. Within seconds, a breathless, inflamed Elena was echoing the woman’s pleas.
Kyler scooped up the bag of toys and gently forced her into an empty spot against the wall. He kneed her legs apart, pinned her wrists to the wall and kissed her. His tongue split the seam of her mouth, forced its way in and dominated her own. His rigid thigh rubbed against her throbbing pussy, stirring the heat in her body to obscene levels.
She’d never been so desperate to be fucked.
His sweet Elena was hot. She was ready. And Kyler was in agony. But he refused to take her now. What he could do, however, was give her a little relief. Later, they would take their time, make love.
Supporting her body with his knee and one arm, he bent to rummage through the bag on the floor. His fingers brushed over the gift box he’d hidden in it before closing around her favorite dildo. He scooped it up. With his free hand, he fingered her slick folds.
So fucking hot and wet. A charge of desperate hunger swept through him, nearly knocking him to his knees. And then she whimpered.
Enough of this.
He turned her around, so she was facing the wall. Her spine arched, such a pretty sight. That beautiful, round ass was a delicious temptation.
“Master. Please,” she whispered, her arms flattened against the wall, her face turned to the side.
“Okay, baby.” He swept
her hair over one shoulder and kissed her eyelid, cheek, neck. There wasn’t a more beautiful woman in the world. There wasn’t a more perfect woman for him. And tonight she would know how much he cared about her.
He forced her feet wide apart and then, giving in to the temptation, he thrust two fingers into her slick heat.
His head fell back. His eyelids dropped over his eyes, shutting him into a world of swirling passion. The other people in the room seemed to fade away, and his entire being centered on the sound of Elena’s gasps of pleasure and little moans of wanting as he replaced his fingers with the thick dildo.
“Oh God.”
He left the dong in place and dug into the bag again, this time coming up with a butt plug and lube. He spread a large amount of lubricant on the plug’s tapered end and then, warning Elena first, slid it inside her anus.
Her knees gave out but he caught her, using his entire body to hold her erect.
“I can’t…Master,” she murmured.
He kissed the swell of her shoulder again, his gaze focused on the long sweeping eyelashes resting on her high cheekbones. “It won’t be long, baby. Just let yourself come. Trust me. I’ll hold you.”
Wishing his cock was driving in and out of her sweet canal, he fucked her slowly with the dildo. Her juices coated the surface, dripped down the length to moisten his fingers. He could feel her body tightening, the heat of impending climax spreading up her back. She sighed and gasped. Trembled and whimpered. But after several agonizing minutes she didn’t come.
He knew what she needed but one hand was busy with the toy and the other was helping support her.
“Touch yourself, baby. Rub your clit.”
“Ohhhh…”
He’d never forget that sound or the glorious scent that always filled the air as she came.
He fucked her harder with the dildo, thrusting it quickly to intensify her orgasm. Her moans of pleasure grew louder, louder, until they filled the room.
He read her body, sensing when it was time to remove both the dong and the butt plug. When he turned to drop the used toys in his bag, he wasn’t surprised to find they’d caught the attention of a number of club members.
He turned around, his body completely blocking Elena’s from their view and whispered in her ear, “It seems you’ve become an attraction.”
He fully expected her to cover her face, blush. Even though she’d been to a few play parties with the club, this was her first time playing. And although she seemed to be taking it all in stride, it was another thing to share such a private moment with a group of virtual strangers. He had personally never come in the club. Not once.
“R-really?” She had a nervous smile on her face as she twisted around to face him. She slid her arms around his waist and pressed her body against him. “That was so hot.”
Sweet Jesus, he had found a woman who was not only a natural submissive but also an exhibitionist.
The wanting pounding through his body amplified even more. He kissed her. Not sweetly, but with all the desperation he felt. And then, staring into her heavy-lidded eyes, he reached down and pulled the gift box from the bag.
“This is for you.”
“Me? I was the person you were giving a present to tonight?”
“I won’t ask who you thought it was going to be.” He led her to a nearby chair.
Sitting, she took the box from him and untied the bow with trembling hands. At least three times, she lifted her eyes, giving him a teary smile. She was emotional already and she had no idea yet what was in the box.
When she lifted the lid, he heard her gasp. “K-Kyler?” She jumped to her feet and threw her arms around his neck. She kissed his cheeks, his eyes, his mouth, his chin. Then she stumbled back a step and lifted the delicate collar—really, more of a choker than a typical collar—he’d had his jeweler custom make for her. Almost thirty carats of small diamonds caught the light, flashing like brilliant stars, as she lifted the collar from the box and held it to her throat. “It’s…oh my God! I’m speechless.”
“With this collar, I claim you as my submissive.” He fastened the collar around Elena’s neck and then reached in his pants pocket, pulling out a second box, this one much smaller. “And with this…”
His heart had never pounded so heavily in his chest. Afraid it was too soon, that he was pushing Elena too hard, he hesitated for several seconds before flipping the top, revealing a perfect three carat Asscher cut diamond solitaire. “I claim you as my future bride. Will you marry me?”
Elena’s jaw flopped open then snapped shut. Silent, she stared at the ring. She didn’t reach for it, which set off alarms in his head.
Damn, she was going to refuse the ring.
“Oh, Kyler,” she finally said at least an eternity later. She pressed her fingers to her lips and stared, first at the ring and then at his face.
He filled the silence, “I know this is kind of quick. It’s only been a little over a year, and because we’d talked about waiting, you probably didn’t see it coming. But I have never felt for another woman the way I feel about you. Elena, your secrets don’t scare me. I love you. I want you. But more importantly, I need you. Forever. I lay prostrate at your feet.” He slowly eased to his knees then dropped his head, resting his forehead on her feet.
“Oh God, Kyler.”
He lifted his head, watching as the fingers of one hand traced the diamonds in the collar. The others remained on that lush mouth of hers.
“I—I…”
He’d known he was taking a chance by doing this here, in front of all the club members. But many of these people were like family to him. Master Blade and Mistress Jasmine in particular. He’d wanted to share this special moment with them.
He glanced over his shoulder, knowing they were there, watching. Both of them gave him a reassuring smile.
He plucked the ring out of the velvet box with his left hand, and with his right, he gently lifted her hand. “Please, please tell me you’ll be my wife. No pressure, but if you tell me no, there’s no telling what I might do.”
“No pressure, eh?”
Their gazes met, and there was a tense moment when he was almost certain she wouldn’t accept his proposal. But then something sparked in her eyes and her smile broadened. He inhaled for the first time in who knew how long.
“Yes.”
The room erupted into loud cheering.
His eyes blurred by tears of joy, he slid the ring on her finger, climbed to his feet and kissed her.
He’d found the woman who understood him, who accepted him, who adored and respected him. And the woman who made his entire world right.
Blade and Jasmine both rushed to him, giving him warm congratulatory hugs. Then they each hugged Elena as well, welcoming her both to the club and to the family.
“Now let’s get out of here.” He snatched up his bag from the floor and led his fiancée through the clapping, congratulating throng. He didn’t wait for her to redress when they reached the coat room, just wrapped her fur coat around her and led her outside to the waiting car. The ride was excruciatingly long, even though it lasted no more than fifteen minutes at most. He spent the entire time thoroughly kissing her, murmuring promises against her full mouth.
He would spend the rest of his life showing her how grateful he was to have her as his wife. And he would start tonight.
* * * * *
Elena just knew she was dreaming now. This couldn’t be real. Kyler had not just asked her to be his wife. Her. The office manager. The girl that no one had noticed before, who just a little over a year ago had been struggling to find a way to keep her health insurance. Who years ago had been forced to take another person’s identity to keep her brother from being torn from her.
A wonderful, caring, generous and attentive man loved her.
After a year of searching, she’d finally found the one gift she could give him. It was such a simple thing. And yet, she knew it was the one thing Kyler couldn’t buy, no matter how much m
oney he had.
Her love. Her trust. Her heart. Her vow, to love him forever.
This time, as they went to his bedroom, they didn’t go as Dom and submissive. They entered the room as future groom and bride. Two people who ached to become one. They touched each other tenderly, taking the time to kiss and touch and caress. There was no power play, but only gentle strokes and murmured promises.
Sex didn’t always have to be about control and surrender. Hard and hot and intense. Sometimes it could be a quiet, intimate thing. A sharing of emotions so deep they couldn’t be exchanged any other way.
The fur coat lay on the floor, just inside the bedroom door. And a trail of Kyler’s clothes led from it to the bed. Kyler eased Elena onto the mattress, cradling and supporting her as she slowly sank back. Her gaze never left his face, those dark eyes that now shone with a new light. With love and the kind of trust and commitment that only came once in a lifetime.
She silently thanked Matt Becker. He had no clue what he’d done by trying to blackmail her. He’d not only brought her and Kyler together, but he’d made them both make some changes in their lives.
Ironically, a couple of months after he was named Vice President of Sales and Marketing, the company’s books were seized by the government. It seemed a handful of people were fudging the numbers, cheating shareholders out of earnings and padding their personal bank accounts.
A few weeks later, both Becker and Stacy, Kyler’s former friend, were collecting severance pay. Shortly after that, they were both arrested. More recently, she’d read in the paper that during their criminal trials, they’d claimed they were both being blackmailed by the company’s CFO. It seemed fate had delivered exactly what they’d both deserved.
Kyler flattened his hands on either side of her face. “What are you thinking about?”
She couldn’t help smiling. “Becker.”
“While you’re in bed with me?” he teased, nipping her lower lip.
“Who would’ve thought such a terrible thing would lead to such a wonderful one?”
“And who would’ve thought you’d be making another name change,” he quipped as he crawled over top of her.