Convincing Rowena [Passion Peak, Colorado 6] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic)

by Tara Rose

  She knew what bondage rope was, but she didn’t want to spoil his moment right now. He’d learned so much, and it was easier to let him believe that he was teaching her something new right now. “Aren’t you glad we spent the money on the four-poster?”

  He kissed her left knee. “I am now.” He moved back up to her wrists, unclipped the cuffs, and then she felt tugging on them as well. “If you’re going to hog-tie your wife, do all four limbs.”

  She giggled. “That sounds like a great tip, Sir. Gonna put that in your advertising for the company?”

  He snapped his fingers. “What a great idea. I should hire you to do marketing.”

  “No, not me. For that you want Carma’s cousin, Annalise. Her company can help you there.”

  “Ah yes, Giolanna Design Solutions. Maybe when you’re in Racy you can check into that for me.” He kissed each nipple through her corset, and Rowena shivered. “But why are we talking shop right now? You’re blindfolded, you’re tied down spread-eagled on the bed, and that’s still not enough to shut off your mind?”

  Rowena smiled. “I’m sorry, Sir. Just a bit nervous.”

  “Why? Is this too much?” She was touched by the concern in his voice.

  “No, that’s not it. I want to do this right. I want it to be what you’ve imagined and fantasized about.”

  Van sighed, and then he gently cupped her face. “My dear, sweet, beautiful Rowena, the only thing I fantasize about is making you so deliriously happy with sex that you can’t think of anything else. I want you so turned on that you can’t even function. I want you to want me so badly that you can’t even breathe until you have me.”

  She shivered again, but not from the temperature in the room. How could a girl resist words like that? “I’m already there, Van.” He’d always been a smooth talker, even in high school, but he wasn’t seventeen anymore and she’d never been this vulnerable with him. She liked it. A lot. And that surprised her.

  Van tugged at the laces on her corset, and once they were open he moved it aside. Cool air swirled around her breasts. The windows in this house had been replaced, along with the cedar siding, but they’d left the steam heat system in place to avoid running a gas line from the street that they’d need to install a furnace. Consequently, the house was still cool in spots, one of them being the wall on which this bed was located.

  But once he fastened his mouth on one nipple, Rowena forgot about the cool air and concentrated on how wet her pussy was now, and how close she was to coming. He teased her with his teeth and tongue, alternating that with kneading her breasts in his strong hands, until she strained against her bonds and moaned constantly.

  “Need something?” The humor in his voice only increased her frustration.

  “Yes, Sir. I need to come.”

  “You’re kidding, right? I’m not even close to letting you do that.” He brushed a finger along her wet slit. “You’re so wet already. I like that. But I’m going to make you wait. I’m going to make you beg. And it’s not going to happen until…” He gently slapped her pussy and Rowena jumped. “…until I’ve paddled your pussy…” He smacked each nipple and she drew in a sharp breath, not from pain, but from the arousal coursing through her body, “….and your tits, and then your sexy ass.”

  Van licked her wet slit and her clit, over and over again, while she tried to push her hips toward his face. Her mobility was restricted so much that she almost called her safeword. It freaked her out not to be able to move her arms and legs, because she couldn’t get any leverage. But at the same time she loved it because she had no choice now but to relax and give in. It was perfect, actually. It was ingenious. And she suddenly understood her friends’ love of bondage and being blindfolded in a way she never had before.

  It wasn’t abusive, or limiting, or anything else she’d heard people not involved in the lifestyle say over the years. It was liberating. She didn’t have to make the decisions. She didn’t even have to think. All she had to do was trust Van and enjoy this. She was so used to being on equal footing with him in bed, and often being the more assertive of the two, that to be able to simply let go now, and do nothing but take it all in and enjoy it, nearly brought tears to her eyes. If she’d known it was going to be like this, she’d have suggested it years ago.

  When she felt the falls of a flogger brush against her pussy, she swallowed hard and stopped moaning.

  “You can safeword at any time.” His voice was soft but in command, gentle but confident. The effect was very sexy, and she wondered why she’d never heard those tones in it before. Or had she, and the emotions his voice evoked were simply enhanced by the blindfold and the bondage?

  “I know,” she whispered. Van brushed the falls back and forth, and then he moved them up to her breasts and teased those for a few seconds as well. She assumed it was the same deerskin flogger he’d used on her yesterday, but she couldn’t tell. It was soft, but wouldn’t leather feel that way, too? She had no clue right now.

  Rowena took a few deep breaths and tried again to clear her mind. Gradually, the brushing turned to gentle slaps against her pussy and her nipples, alternating. Every few strikes he’d either caress the areas with his fingers or give them a couple of quick licks. Because she never knew which sensation to expect next, the effect was to make her hyperaware of each one, and soon she writhed against her bonds again, moaning softly.

  Her pussy was so wet she was certain her juices would leak onto the sheets. Her clit throbbed, and her nipples felt like she’d walked too close to high tension wires. As his strikes increased in intensity, so did her arousal. It had to be the same flogger because it didn’t really hurt. Rather, the sensation was similar to the deep tissue massage that she’d experienced on her ass the day before.

  “How are you doing?” he asked.

  “Green, Sir.” Rowena giggled. She’d heard her friends talk about using the colors of a stoplight, but she and Van had not discussed doing so. They’d only agreed on ‘red.’ Would he mind using other colors? “Green, as in all systems go.”

  Van chuckled softly. “Okay. We’ll use that one as well, then. And that’s good that we have more than one word now, because I’d like to try a different toy.”

  “Okay. I mean, yes, Sir. But wait…is this good for you? I mean, are you enjoying this, too?”

  His dick brushed up against her left leg, hard, swollen, and moist with pre-cum. “What do you think?”

  “I think you are, Sir.” She giggled again, not understanding where the urge to do so came from. It wasn’t like her to be so slap-happy.

  “I like seeing you like this.”

  “I like feeling this way.”

  She felt him move off the bed. “In that case, let’s see how you respond to this. And no fair saying you don’t like it because you picked it out.”

  Oh shit. She’d completely forgotten about the riding crop and the paddle she’d bought earlier. What was wrong with her brain? It felt like Swiss cheese. Then again, she hadn’t bought them with the expectation that he’d be using either toy on her pussy or nipples. She’d assumed he’d be using them on her ass.

  “You got very quiet. Still green?”

  “Yes.”

  “No more ‘Sir?’”

  “I mean yes, Sir.”

  He smacked the riding crop against her pussy. She only knew it was the crop because it felt small and compact. But unlike the flogger, this one stung.

  “Your friends would get punished for forgetting to call their Doms ‘Sir.’”

  “That’s true. Are you going to punish me for my slipup, Sir?”

  “I think I will.” He licked her slit again, and this time when he tongued her clit, he did it with enough force to bring her orgasm closer. Rowena groaned in anticipation. When he stopped, she cried out in frustration. “And that’s how I’m going to punish you. Bring you close, but not let you come. Then bring you closer, but deny you still.”

  “Sadist.”

  “Duh. Isn’t that the idea?”r />
  She tried to hold back the smile at the tone in his voice but couldn’t. He saw it, too. She could almost hear the triumph in his next sigh. “You can’t hide anything from me, even when you’re blindfolded. Your gorgeous body is mine tonight, and I do believe I’m fucking with your head, as well.”

  “Show-off.”

  “I’ll let that one go because you’re right. I’m very proud of myself right now.” The next sensation was a hard smack on her pussy with the crop, and Rowena yelled in surprise. It really stung, but at the same time her arousal spiraled to crazy heights. “Still green?” Van’s voice was full of concern.

  “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, Sir. Please don’t stop.” If she hadn’t been restrained, she’d have clamped her hand over her mouth. Where had that come from? She was the woman always in control. She’d had to be. She’d left home at eighteen to pursue a dream, in the face of opposition from everyone except Carma. And her experiences with Brandt had taught her that if she wasn’t in control of her own life, people would exploit that weakness and use it to hurt her.

  She was the strong one. The one her friends came to when they needed advice that they knew wouldn’t be sugarcoated, or when neighbors needed to be brought together to help someone. She was the one her family counted on, even though they showed their appreciation of her in mysterious ways.

  But she wasn’t in control right now. Van was. And she was experiencing things she’d only fantasized about in the deepest, darkest recesses of her mind. And she was enjoying them. All of them.

  Van kept up his torture of her clit and nipples with the crop, still alternating that with soft caresses and his tongue. When he switched to using the paddle, she almost had to safeword. It really hurt. Her moans grew quiet then stopped altogether, and she turned her head to the side, gritting her teeth. She wanted to enjoy it, but it had gone beyond the point of pleasure into actual pain.

  He stopped and took off the blindfold. “Are you all right?”

  She gazed into his eyes. “I think it’s too much for now.”

  He took off her wrist cuffs. “That’s what your safeword is for. I trust you to use it, just as you trust me not to go past your limits, or do anything that causes you actual harm.”

  “I know. I’m sorry.”

  Van helped her sit up, and then he pulled her close, stroking her back. “No. You have nothing to apologize for. We’re both learning.” He pulled away and gazed into her eyes. “Okay?”

  She nodded. “Okay. But we’re not done, are we?”

  When he grinned, she bit back another moan. “Not even close. But we are done with the impact play on your tits and pussy.”

  “I love hearing you use words like that.”

  He took off her ankle cuffs. “Words like ‘tits’ and ‘pussy’?”

  She laughed. “Yes, but I meant words like ‘impact play.’”

  “Gotta call it what it is.”

  “Nash has taught you a lot.”

  He shook his head. “No. The real work is right here, in what we do together. We get to make this whatever we want.”

  She watched him for a few seconds. No matter how much time went by, she never felt anything less for him than she had since that very first kiss. And now, they were about to embark on another adventure. One they’d both held in their hearts, in different ways, for who knew how long? Rowena was going to enjoy every second of this. “And what do you want right now, Sir?”

  His gaze roamed over her breasts and then her pussy, finally resting on her brand new shoes. “Right now? Right now I want you over my knee, sub. It’s time for me to punish your ass.”

  Chapter Eight

  Van was out of his mind with the need to fuck Rowena, but he forced it back because he was more overcome with the realization that she was enjoying this. Still, as he draped her lush body over his right thigh, he chided himself for not watching her reactions more carefully as he’d used the small paddle on her tits and pussy. He should have seen that she was in actual pain.

  Nash had explained to him the importance of the trust working both ways. He had to trust Rowena to tell him when she’d reached her limits, and she had to trust him to watch for signs of that, and not to push her past what they’d discussed or negotiated. There was so much more to it than he’d ever realized before he’d first approached Nash about the lifestyle.

  “The redness is gone.” He caressed her ass cheeks, sliding one finger over her asshole and her soaking wet pussy. The woman got so wet that he never needed lube when he fucked her pussy. “I’ll have to do something about that.”

  “Do you want my wrists cuffed together again, Sir?”

  “Oh Christ…” Did she want that? Is that why she’d asked? “Yes. Good idea.” He helped her stand again and grabbed the cuffs, then told her to turn around. As she did so, she put her arms behind her back without him telling her to, and then she wiggled her sexy ass in his face. He acted purely on instinct, smacking each cheek hard.

  She yelled, but it wasn’t a cry of pain. “I deserved that, didn’t I?”

  Van grinned, and his dick began to throb. Never in his wildest imagination had he believed she’d be so into this one day. He didn’t know what to do first. Dozens of scenarios ran through his mind, but there was barely enough blood in his brain to process even one of them. “Yes, you did. Now turn to your right.” She did, and he helped her drape her body over his leg again, then he pinned both of hers with his left thigh so she had very little wiggle room. “Ready?”

  “Yes, Sir.” His heart fluttered like crazy every time she addressed him that way. Was it like that for Nash and the others, too? Did it make them feel powerful yet protective at the same time, the way he felt now? He would die for Rowena. This was the most amazing aphrodisiac for him, but he also wanted her to be enjoying it, just as much as he was.

  He picked up the riding crop and gave each cheek a good, hard smack, more to judge her reaction than anything. She made a noise that told him she certainly felt it, and it wasn’t the soothing massage sensation that the flogger had given her, but he was fairly sure she liked it, too. He wanted to use the flogger on her ass again, but he couldn’t swing it as well in this position. He’d save it for later, after he tried out these two toys. “What color are you?”

  “Green, Sir. It stings. A lot. But I’m okay.”

  He massaged her cheeks. “You’re going to use your safeword this time, right?”

  “Yes, Sir. Can I have one for if I just need a break or have to pee? The girls use ‘yellow’ for that.”

  “Perfect. We’ll use that one, too.”

  “Okay.”

  Van thought his head would burst with pride. If Nash could see him now. He only hoped Rowena was truly enjoying this as much as he was.

  * * * *

  Van smacked each ass cheek five times with the crop, and Rowena yelled loudly and tried to squirm away. If he hadn’t stopped and caressed the spots he’d just struck, she would have had to call a safeword. The damn thing really stung. But her pussy was soaked, her clit throbbed, and even her nipples felt alive right now. She wiggled against his thigh, which only served to increase her arousal. His hard muscles from all the physical labor he did turned her on something fierce.

  When he gave her another five smacks on each cheek, her yells quieted down to soft moans as the pain and pleasure became one. She felt like she was floating, but she was still aware of every sensation. He caressed her again, and then he fingered her asshole and pussy, this time teasing her clit as well. She groaned as he flicked it a few times, knowing he wouldn’t let her come and loving the fact that he knew how close she was.

  “Your ass is nice and red now, but I think that’s enough with the crop.”

  She tensed, waiting, and when the first strikes with the paddle landed on both cheeks at once, she yelped and tried to squirm away. Beads of sweat gathered at her hairline, and the euphoria she’d felt a moment ago was replaced with a sensation not unlike the one she’d experienced the first time sh
e realized that Brandt had sent the e-mails. Something slipped inside her head.

  Van caressed her ass cheeks, but now his touch didn’t arouse her. She tried to move her arms and realized she couldn’t, but the fact that she’d asked him to cuff her again didn’t register right away.

  What was wrong with her? She was fine. This was Van, not Brandt. He wouldn’t hurt her. She was all right. They were in their bedroom. They were having fun.

  When he began to hit her again with the paddle, Rowena felt only pain, not pleasure. Icy hot fear raced through her veins. She tried to swallow but her mouth was dry.

  What was happening? She’d been fine a moment ago. She had to say something. He couldn’t see her face. He trusted her to use a safeword. She had to do it.

  “Red.” The word came out as a breathy whisper, and she wasn’t sure at first that he’d even heard it.

  Van uncuffed her wrists and she was sitting on his lap before she’d even had time to process each movement. He stroked her hair and face, his eyes full of concern. “Shit. I’m sorry. Are you okay? Do you want some water? You look like you’re sweating. Are you sure you’re okay? I’m getting you some water.”

  He moved her onto the bed as carefully as if she were made of china, then he reached toward the nightstand and opened one of the bottled waters she’d placed there earlier. He held it to her lips, as if she were a child. “Here, sweetheart. Drink this. What should I do? Are you okay?”

  Rowena drank the entire thing, and then took several deep breaths, trying to get her emotions under control. “I’m fine,” she whispered.

  “You’re not fine, Rowena. What happened?” He sat close to her and turned her face toward his. “Tell me what was going through your head? Was it the pain, or something else?”