by Desiree Holt
If possible, she felt even more naked, aware that he could see every inch of her pussy and her ass. A whisper of sound told her he’d moved up behind her. In a moment, one finger touched her, moving slowly from her clit down the length of her pussy, stopping at her opening to probe lightly inside before finally touching her anus and gently rimming it. A shiver of delight skated over her skin.
“Such an enticing cunt,” he murmured. “And a delicious ass. Tonight I’ll make sure to work both of them properly.”
She heard him step away.
“On your feet, girl, and walk over to the pillory and place yourself properly. It’s one of my favorite instruments and a good way to begin our evening.”
Risa slightly shook as she walked over to the apparatus and pressed against it. Resting her chin in the curve for her head, she placed her hands and her breasts where Master J indicated and waited for him to lock her into it. The wood was polished and smooth against her skin obviously sanded to prevent splinters from harming a sub.
As he latched each section into place, the realization that she was now completely helpless excited her beyond belief. He could do whatever he chose to her and she was powerless to stop him. The throbbing in her cunt accelerated, vibrating through her body.
“It excites me to have my sub so restrained,” he said as he adjusted all the hinged bars. “It leaves you totally at my mercy.” He paused. “Does that excite you?”
“Yes, Master J. It does.” More than she’d ever expected. Until now, she’d only had either her wrists or her ankles manacled, never both at the same time. And never in a position of such complete helplessness. With no movement allowed at all and her entire body exposed to whatever her Dom chose to do.
Yet she had no hesitation about this with Master J. The invisible connection she’d felt almost immediately shimmered between them. The look in his eyes and the tone of his voice told her she wasn’t alone in dealing with that emotion. The pulse in her cunt throbbed harder and cream trickled to the inside of her thighs.
Silently, he locked the head restraints in place, then the wrists, and finally the breasts. Except for her feet Risa was completely immobilized. And she had never been so aroused in her life. The tiny edge of fear, of the unknown, only served to ramp up her arousal.
Master J walked around to stand in front of her, a tiny smile of satisfaction curving his lips. His mouth fascinated her and she wondered how it would feel on her nipples and her clit. She had to bite down on her lip to tamp down the excitement rushing through her.
“Afraid already?” Master J asked.
“No, Master.” She swiped her tongue across her lower lip. “May I say, instead, that I am eager to experience what awaits me?”
Heat flamed in his eyes. “I’ll do my best to live up to your expectations.”
Moving closer, he squeezed her constricted breasts, kneading them with his fingers before taking each nipple between thumb and forefinger and squeezing them. Tiny sparks of erotic pain shot though her breasts and spread down to her cunt. He knew how to apply just the right amount of pressure to give her the most pleasure.
“Look at me,” Master J commanded. “Let me see your eyes. Good. I can see the pleasure in them. You enjoy pain. But you’ll tell me when it gets past that edge of sweetness.”
Risa gritted her teeth at the first edge of pain. But as the intensity increased, she welcomed it. Pain had always been a great stimulant. For whatever reason, it stimulated her pheromones and put her in a state of sexual need. Even pain that occurred outside the bedroom, which could sometimes make for an embarrassing situation. This was the major reason why she’d wanted to experiment with higher levels of it.
Master J continued to pinch and twist until her pebbled tips were swollen and pleasantly aching. He bent his head and licked each nipple then lightly bit each one before walking around to her back. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to control the tremors in her pussy.
The next sensation was his hand trailing down her spine to her ass, cupping each cheek before probing the hot crevice between her globes. She clenched at his touch, trying to trap his hand, but he laughed. A low, rough sound that left her swallowing hard.
“Not yet, girl. Not just yet.”
She was totally unprepared for the slap on her buttocks, the hard contact of flesh on flesh, and she jerked. But Master J gave that warm as molasses laugh and lightly pinched her. Then his lips were at her ear, his breath a faint breeze against her skin.
“I need to warm up that sweet ass of yours before we move on to the good stuff.”
Smack!
His hard hand landed again and the pain began to spread over her entire buttocks and down to her thighs. A pleasurable heat that made her body silently beg for more. She wished she could ask him to keep his hand on her just for a moment after the contact, so she could feel his fingers’ warmth through the searing heat the slap created.
This time she only slightly jerked. She even saucily wiggled her rear end at him.
The next blow was sharper, harder, and then they came in rapid, but uneven, succession. She had no way to anticipate when the next one would fall, which only made her more excited. The heat and pain continued to spread in waves of bliss. When he stopped she wanted to cry out in protest, but she swallowed the words. When nothing happened for a long moment she wondered if he’d stopped for good. Had her reaction in someway displeased him? Did he want her to cry out more, to beg him to stop? Her stomach knotted with tension.
He was in front of her again. With her head locked in the position it was in, she couldn’t keep it submissively lowered, so she clearly saw him. Desire still flared in his eyes and the muscles in his jaw tightened. Risa had never met a man who aroused her so instantly or to such heights. Or who called to something dark inside her the way Master J did.
She was so ready for whatever he wanted. It wasn’t just his knowledgeable touch or his expertise at administering pain. He knew what to do and exactly how to do it. It was more than that. The man himself gave off such sensual vibes she could feel them surrounding her with every breath.
His lips curved in a tiny smile as his gaze locked with hers. He held a crop in his hand, one that had a short but thin tail, like a miniature whip. He kept drawing it slowly across his palm.
“Has anyone ever used this on your breasts, girl?”
His voice was so mesmerizing she almost forgot to answer him.
“Uh, no. I mean, no Master J.”
“But you’d like that, yes?”
She wet her lips. “Yes. Master.”
As long as it’s you.
And where had that thought come from?
“We’ll begin with some light strokes. This is something you must get used to.”
He trailed the thin strip of leather back and forth across her breasts until she was ready to beg for him to get on with it. That was the moment he chose to give the crop a hard flick of his wrist and it stroked across both breasts, drawing a soft line of pain across her skin. Master J watched her carefully as he applied the little whip again and again. The strokes were never hard, but each one had a bite. And each took her breath away, not from the pain, but from the eroticism of the sharp sting on her tender flesh. Her breasts quivered in response and her nipples hardened to stiff peaks. Even this quickly she could sense her orgasm begin to gather low in her body.
Master J cupped her jaw and looked directly into her eyes.
“You find that stimulating. Good. Suspected you would. And we have barely begun.” He drew his tongue lightly along her lips, her body trembling in response. “But remember. You will not come until I give you permission. Do you know what happens to bad girls who do that?”
She shook her head within its limited motion.
“I arouse them in ways they never imagined, then leave them tied in such a way that they cannot even bring themselves to orgasm. So you’ll follow the rules.”
I’ll do my best.
He moved away and when he returned,
again behind her, she sensed the long, round smoothness of what had to be a cane.
“Ruelas said that caning was on your wish list.” He brought his head close to hers and gently nipped the tender skin where her neck and shoulder met. “I’m an expert at this. It’s one of my favorite edge-play activities.” He trailed his mouth across her nape and nibbled at the other shoulder. “I use a thin cane because it produces a sharper, more pleasurable pain. Each one builds on the previous stroke giving you the sensation of a burn. You will feel it on your ass, your thighs, even your cunt.” He drew his tongue along her spine. “Since this is your first time, I’ll only give you ten strokes tonight. Then you’ll tell me how it made you feel.”
She drew in a deep breath, let it out slowly, and closed her eyes. She didn’t know which was exciting her more, the anticipation of the cane or Master J’s mouth on her body. She prayed he would use both on her more. That and any other instruments that he chose. Because beyond the pain and realization of her sexual fantasies, something electrically charged kept zinging between them. While she had desired a lot of men, once they were finished with playtime she never thought of them until she was ready to play again. Master J had such an intense emotional impact on her from the moment she’d seen him that she was unsure how to deal with it.
And unless she was mistaken, the same feelings had wrapped themselves around him.
Risa was so busy letting her mind wildly race over this idea that she forgot to brace herself for the first blow. It fell, sharp and stinging, across her buttock. She bit down on her lip to keep from crying out. The next one fell without warning and after that they hit sporadically, heat spreading from the cheeks of her ass down to her thighs and her pussy. As each cry tried to force itself from her mouth, she swallowed it back. But by the third or fourth blow, the edge of pain had been dulled by the intense pleasure rushing through her. She couldn’t help the little moan that escaped her.
Master J was running the palm of his hand over her again, smoothing her burning flesh. She was stunned when he placed a kiss on each globe of her buttocks.
“You have a very sweet ass, girl. I can’t wait to fuck it.”
And I can’t wait to have you do it.
She wanted to come badly. Her thighs were sticky with her cream and her pussy throbbed with hunger. She wanted to beg him for permission, yet at the same time wanted him to know that he had all the control.
Master J’s fingers traced the line of her slit and he hummed with satisfaction.
“I think it wouldn’t take much to push you into that orgasm you so badly want,” he said. “And you’ll have it, but only when I’m ready to allow you.”
“Thank you, Master J.”
As she waited for whatever came next, Risa was suddenly aware that something more than heavy BDSM play was happening here. She’d only wanted an experienced Dom who could take her to the next level, even higher, and help her satisfy her dark desires. But something more than that, something riding the edge of emotion, was happening between them and she sensed Master J felt it, too.
What the hell?
She hadn’t come here looking for anything beyond one night of extreme satisfaction. Of exploring new boundaries. Her other attempts to connect emotionally with a Dom had exploded and left her badly burned. Besides, how could she develop feelings for someone this fast when she’d spent so much time separating herself from her everyday life and the Doms she played with? She knew she had to fight this—whatever this was—but she seemed to have little control of the emotion surging through her, squeezing her heart and warming her from the inside out.
“When we’re finished I’ll put some special cream on you to ease any discomfort.” He gave a slight groan. “I wish you could see how beautiful your ass is with these red stripes on it. I’d love to run my tongue over each one. And maybe I will before our session is over.” He gave her buttocks a soft slap. “Spread your feet wider, girl. I have a treat for you.”
She widened her stance as much as she could. She didn’t know which was making her more uncomfortable, the residual soreness from the spanking, the whipping and caning, or the position in the pillory. She felt herself falling away from the pain into subspace, where she was disconnected from everything except sensation and her Master could do anything at all. She trusted Ruelas to have matched her with a trustworthy Dom. And besides, whatever that feeling was that was building inside her, she was assured that she was truly safe with him.
She closed her eyes for a moment, centering herself, and was shocked to feel Master J’s lips on hers. Doms usually avoided kissing because it was too personal. His mouth was firm and smooth, and he exerted just the right pressure. The tip of his tongue traced the seam of her lips, a tiny flame searing her mouth. Her eyes flew open and she found him staring into them.
“Open your mouth, girl,” he ordered.
When she did, his tongue thrust inside and licked every inner inch, dueling with her tongue. Sending some kind of message she was desperately trying to interpret. When he lifted his head she experienced a quick sense of loss. But he held something up for her to see and her heartbeat quickened again.
Chapter Two
She was delicious. That was the only word Jax Schroyer could think of to describe her. The minute he’d laid eyes on Risa Channing he knew he was in trouble. Based on her request, he’d expected a sub with a hard edge, submissive yet always wanting more. Edgier.
He couldn’t have been more off base. Ruelas had said she would prove to be an excellent sub. That she had come recommended and that he’d find her pleasing. Pleasing, for God’s sake!
That was kind of like saying a pussy was wet.
And speaking of wet, Risa Channing was a walking wet dream. He guessed her height at five-foot-four, but the sexy stiletto heels added another three inches. Lustrous auburn hair fell in waves to her shoulders and was matched by the narrow strip of carefully trimmed curls at the lips of her cunt. Her ass, now sweetly striped with the marks of the cane, curved gently down to her thighs and he wanted to sink his fingers into it. Her breasts, while not large, were still full and tipped with dusky nipples. She certainly looked good enough to eat, immobilized in the pillory. He wanted to run his tongue all over her and take her home with him.
Take her home? Wait just a minute here.
Jax was a loner, had been for years. He’d discovered the hard way that his needs as a Dom didn’t appeal to too many subs. The ones who enjoyed the extreme play he wanted weren’t anyone he wanted to spend more than a few hours with. Ever. So what was it about this woman that had grabbed him from the moment he’d set eyes on her? Was it the faint air of vulnerability combined with an inner strength? Was it her willingness to explore more extreme planes of BDSM without either the sharp edge or excessive attitude of submission he’d found in other subs?
Maybe it was all of them, but something had unlocked the emotional door he’d kept secure for most of his adult life. Whatever it was, he’d better get her out of his mind. She’d asked for one night, and for this night, he was going to take her for the ride of her life. And that was it. He’d been down this road before and still had the scars to prove it. He’d just have to get his rebellious emotions under control.
Spanking and caning her had aroused him so much he had a slight difficulty walking. Now he was going to move her on to something else, and he wondered how long it would be before he gave in to his own desires and shoved his cock into her cunt or her mouth.
Or her ass.
Her eyes widened at the clothespins he’d held up at her eye level. He watched for signs of fear but saw only desire, need, and excitement. Again his traitorous emotions were jumping all over the place. Here was a woman who obviously had great depths and who enjoyed the extremes of BDSM as he did. Could he take a chance here? All through the session his gut had been twisted into a knot as he battled the thought. He’d followed that road before with disastrous results. He’d promised himself never to do it again. To take his pleasure where he f
ound it and that was all.
He deliberately swept everything out of his mind to concentrate on the play at hand.
“Have your other Doms decorated your nipples or compressed them in any way?” he asked.
“Words, girl,” he reminded when she just shook her head.
“No, Sir, they have not.”
“For needing to be reminded to answer properly I think one or two more strikes with the cane are in order.”
He picked the cane up from where he’d left it and applied it twice with increased force across her reddened skin. When he moved around to look at her face again, her eyes were glazed. The look he’d seen with subs who got high on pain. Who fell into subspace as the pain increased with every touch and tempo across their flesh.
She’d certainly been truthful. This was what she craved.
He bent slightly and took her nipples in his mouth, each in turn, tugging at them with his lips and gently biting. They tasted so sweet he was sure he could spend hours doing this to them and never tire of it. Her soft little moans excited him. He bit a little harder before lifting his head. Then he picked up the clothespins again.
“I use these rather than jewelry,” he told her. “I see jewelry as a more personal item, a gift between a Dom and sub in a relationship. Plus, the clothespins work much better at compressing the entire nipple. Like this.”
He took one nipple between thumb and forefinger and pinched the pebbled surface hard. Risa sucked in a breath but her eyes, still slightly glazed, never left his face. Releasing the nub he placed one pin on it, making sure the entire surface was contained. The tiny whimper that escaped her mouth was definitely one of pleasure rather than protest. When he did the same with the other nipple she hummed with ecstasy.
But the real test would come with the next move.
“I’m going to touch your clit, girl. As aroused as you are, it will make you want to come. But I order you not to. If you do, I’ll need to punish you again.” He couldn’t help smiling at the way a hint of a grin played on her lips. “And no fair deliberately disobeying me.”