“I’m sorry for before, I was a hurried mess, taking the stress of my day out on your body, but I can assure you, Annie, the rest of the night will not be that way.”
Guiding her with one hand holding hers and the other firmly at the ‘V’ of her lower back, he led her to his room, pausing only long enough to turn on the dim lighting. The same sleek, ultra-modern black and white scheme continued into his bedroom, but it was still comfortable and inviting. A large four-poster bed stood on black posts and risers in the middle of the room, but each end of the bed frame was made to look like an ‘X.’ It wasn’t until they were close enough for her to see the matte black restraints on each corner and the nearly invisible hinges on either side that realization dawned across her soft features. Both ends of his bed were encased by St. Andrew’s crosses built into the furniture. A solid black comforter covered the enormous custom bed, and a liberal collection of white-cased pillows blanketed the top half.
“Annie, we still need to deal with your trying to take control earlier.” Always a warning before he did something that would involve pain or punishment, but less to prepare her and more to remind her what she was being disciplined for. Nodding, she walked up the small steps at the base of the cross before he shackled her to the dark frame facing the cross, leaving her back and ass exposed. The cool steel of the buckle and the warm softness of the well-worn leather that wrapped around her ankles secured her to the cross, but also anchored her in the storm of emotions and feelings she was trying desperately not to drown in. Soft, open-mouth kisses trailed up the back of her calf then up the inside of her thigh until his tongue flicked against the entrance to her sex. Tilting her hips back to accommodate his attentions, she prayed she would be able to keep her focus enough to truly remember every feeling; every second of blessed euphoria.
His wide, flat tongue continued the path up the crack of her ass, punctuated by the sharp sting of his teeth biting into the flesh at the base of her back. His hands took over the trail his mouth had started and slid around her slim waist. Moving up her flat belly to cup her breasts, he rolled her nipples to hard points, eliciting a sigh from her as her head lolled back and her eyes fluttered closed. Each in turn, he raised her arms, and buckled them to the cross, leaving her splayed out and open, but secure. Footsteps crushed the plush white carpeting of his room, and she heard him leave the room, but not for very long. Without warning, the bite of a brand new and unbroken cat-o-nine tails burned across both of her ass cheeks, and she sucked in a sharp breath, nearly choking on the yelp she fought to keep in. The initial flame of pain gave way to a warm, dull ache as she grew wetter than she’d been before.
“Count them out, sweet girl.” His voice was firm, and she wished she could see him, but she didn’t need to . She knew what he looked like standing tall, his bare muscles rippling across his shirtless form — the way his slacks hugged his ass just the right way. The firm grip he used on her body mirrored the way he held the cat-o-nine and the strong set of his jaw was a reflection of his strength, not just as a Dom, but also as a man.
“One, Sir.” Another crack ripped across her ass, just higher than the one before. Another rush of warmth gushed against her skin and between her legs.
“Two, Sir.” And again. Each one arousing her even more as the pain gave way to warm pleasure.
“Three, Sir.” She felt her juices begin to coat the insides of her thighs, and no matter how much she tried to squeeze her muscles enough to dull the throbbing desire, it was no use. Four. Five. Six. She was dangling on the edge, barely holding on. Seven. Eight. Her voice was strained and breathless. Each stroke moved a little higher up her back, leaving a trail of reddened flesh and amping up her arousal to the point she thought she might break. Nine. The end of the leather wrapped around her back and licked at her breast, biting into the tip of her nipple as she tensed, biting her tongue hard to keep from crying out.
“Ten, Sir.” The last lick of the tines grabbed at her breast, igniting a fire deep inside of her. Her body trembled, her core began to spasm, and she held her breath, clawing at the edges of control, damning the flood of pleasure threatening to break free. At her back, she felt his strong, broad chest press against her warm skin along with the humid heat of his breath on her neck. One strong hand wrapped around her hips and slid down the line of her pubic bone to the top of her slit. A rough finger parted her sopping folds, rubbing small, tight circles around her clit. She was so on edge; every part of her body shook violently. He pinched her clit between his fingers and tugged it hard for a split second before releasing it. Less than a breath later, the pads of three of his fingers slapped hard against her swollen clit, and she yelped, unable to stop herself. Panting, trembling, dangling on the cliff, the edges of her vision began to darken. Just before she could whisper the word to beg, she felt his teeth graze the lobe of her ear, and she shivered.
“Come, Annie . I want to see you submersed in pure bliss. ” She could no more stop herself from coming in that second than she could stop the tide from coming in. She cried out, releasing her pent up energy as her body tingled. She imagined it was what being struck by lightning felt like. Her pussy contracted wildly, grasping at nothing, and her juices ran own her thighs. Breathless and sated, her cries finally subsided to mere moans, and every inch of her body fell limp against the restraints of the cross. If this night ended this way, she could be content, but she knew better. She knew him better than that. The sound of metal scraping against metal broke through her sated haze, and she tensed only a moment as she felt herself begin to tilt off balance. A hinged frame tilted the cross, and she found herself face down over his bed, lying on top of the cross, desperate for more of whatever he had planned.
Chapter Six
The sight of her skin flushed pink and damp with sweat from orgasm was one thing, but when he tilted the cross and saw her marked by his hand as well as her breasts hanging swollen and heavy, he nearly broke his composure and came right there. She was beyond gorgeous, and now, her gloriously sated body was his for the taking. Walking over, he retrieved a new set of vibrating clamps from the drawer. While her nipples were still aroused to tight peaks, he clamped first one and then the other, letting the weights hang a moment for her to adjust before switching on the small battery and watching her acclimate herself to the vibrating sensation. His own arousal was painful, straining against his pants, and he needed relief, but not yet.
Pulling a thin chain with a clamp on the end from the drawer, he laced it through two small openings on the nipple clamps and secured the third clamp to her still swollen and unhooded clit. Each breath she took shifted the chain and tugged beautifully on her most sensitive places. He’d put her body through quite a bit th at night, but he wasn’t finished . As he moved onto a small step behind her, he knelt on the bed, unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks, pushing them down then palming his heavy cock. Through two orgasms, just the sight of her had him rock-hard. Sheathing himself with a condom from his pocket, he tossed the foil packet to the side and lined his twitching cock up with her entrance. He gave her no warning before gripping her hips and thrusting in to the hilt in one fluid, quick motion. Stilling only a moment to let her adjust, he pulled back, rammed in again, harder and faster than the first time as he set a punishing pace. Each thrust jerked her body hard. The chain and weighted clamps pulled, alternating with his thrusts. Over and over he jackhammered into the wet, hot tunnel of her pussy. His balls smacked against the clamp on her clit, causing her to gasp and moan, her body to vibrate in time with the clamps on her nipples. The whole sight was so erotic his cock began to twitch and jerk inside her. Leaning down, he blanketed her sweat-slicked body with his own, whispering roughly in her ear.
“Come with me, my sweet girl.” He pushed himself up and threw his head back, roaring out her name as he continued to thrust into her, riding her hard, pushing them both over the edge. The way she contracted around his dick as she came along with the sight of her juices mingling with those of his own that seeped from
the edges of the condom prolonged his orgasm. When he was finally able to still, their panting in unison and erratic heart beats were the only sounds in the room, but they were deafening. Finally softening, he extracted himself from her body and tossed the condom into the trash before righting his slacks. Carefully and slowly, he removed the clit clamp first then unthreaded the chain. Not bothering to turn off the vibrating, he squeezed the hinges of the nipple clamps one at a time and watched her cringe as the blood rushed back in, swelling them even more. She whimpered quietly from the pain of her fully distended nipples while he did his best to praise and reassure her.
“Don’t worry, Annie . I will take care of them, I promise. Just give me a minute to get you down from there.” He knew she wouldn’t worry, he’d always taken care of her after a session, and he wasn’t about to stop now. Gripping the frame of the cross, he stood her up and latched the hinges before reaching up her body to her wrists to release first one, and then the other. Taking his time to massage her wrists and forearms, he watched as color returned to her arms and soothed the ache from the restraints. Resting her body against his, he reached down to unshackle each of her ankles, repeating the same massage and wait process. Finally, he lifted her liquid body from the small steps at the base of the frame and cradled her against his chest. He laid her down in his bed and had to shake the image of waking up to her in that bed every morning from his mind. Lying down next to her, he reached into a small mini fridge next to his bed, and removed a piece of ice. Cupping the ice in the warmth of his hand, he carefully rolled his palm over her nipples, soothing the stinging, throbbing ache from the clamps until she relaxed fully into the soft cradle of pillows. He lay there next to her, stroking and praising her for what felt like hours until shrill ringing pierced the silence, wrenching the moment from him. He reached for his phone and nearly hit ignore before he noticed the number belonged to his club.
“What?! What do you mean on fire?! Molly! MOLLY!?” Pale, as though he’d seen a ghost, he gripped his phone tight ly in his hand.
“I ...I … have to go. The club, there’s a fire, and I have to go.” He was mumbling as he began gathering clothes, changing quickly into jeans and a tight t-shirt that accentuated every ripple and muscle of his body. He leaned over and placed a chaste kiss on her forehead before nearly sprinting for the door.
“I’ll be back soon . I promise. Sleep, shower if you need to, but I promise, I will be back. There’s something I want to tell you.” And without so much as another look back at her, he ran out of the house, leaving her sated, but alone in his bed.
Chapter Seven
Arianna pushed her tired body up from his bed and rummaged through the drawers. If she allowed herself five minutes of comfort in his bed, she would want to stay forever; she would want to stay long enough to hear what he had to tell her. But even the remote possibility that he wanted to tell her he couldn’t see her anymore wou ld hurt more than she would be able to bear. At least, in leaving, she wouldn’t have to feel the pain of his rejection. Pulling on an oversized t-shirt of his and a pair of gym pants, she tugged the drawstring as tight as it would go, resting the pants on her hips. In her purse, she found a pen and a small note pad then sat down at the desk in the corner of his room. It was time for her to go; tell him goodbye and move on with what would soon be her new life. Every night she promised herself it would be the last one; she’d only been fooling herself . A better time to leave would never come, and that night had been one she would never forget. He’d called her his sweet girl when he’d come last, and she would cherish it always.
Dearest Myles,
Words cannot express how grateful I am for the pleasure and the joy you have given me the last six months. The memories you have given me I will carry with me always. I have come to realize, though, that I can never be fully content or happy with you the way things are. I have fallen for you, Mr. D’Kent . My love you will have forever, but something changed, something big, and I can no longer pretend that what we have is enough. I want more, but it would be unfair for me to ask more of you. Please, know that I will love you always. Goodbye, Sir.
Always, Annie
Marred by tearstains, it would have to be enough. She’d done what she needed tonight and made memories that would carry her through the rest of her life; had told him how she felt. Only one thing left to do. After calling a cab, she whispered one last goodbye to Myles and stepped out into the chill of the night. Hopefully, the chaos of a fire at the club would keep anyone from noticing her coming back for her car. One last look at the man she w as leaving her heart with wouldn’t hurt either .
Chapter Eight
Skid marks scarred the pavement where he slid the large black SUV to a stop before jumping out. Blocked from entering the premises by a dozen firefighters, Myles could hardly believe what he was seeing, and he believed less what he was hearing. His club, The Iron Cuff, was completely consumed by flames, engulfed in a cloud of black smoke and soot. Debris rained around the club, and firemen scrambled around like army of ants, but the effort was having little to no impact.
“Sir, please stay calm . We’ll need to ask you a few questions soon, but for right now, all we can tell is that it looks like arson. A fire doesn’t burn like this without deliberate use of an accelerant. We’ll know more once we get the fire contained, but right now, we need you to stay back. ” The man was shouting over the din, but Myles was only picking up every few words. Searching the crowd, he tried to mentally account for everyone that would have been in the club after he ’d left unannounced.
“Molly! Where is Molly?! She’s short, brown hair, kind of spunky. S he’s the one who called me! Is she still inside?!” Panic rose in his voice, and he barreled toward the firefighter, knocking him down. Fuck procedure, if she was still in there, he was getting her out. He had to. Myles tucked his face into the crook of his elbow to avoid the smoke, but it was no use. The heat from the flames knocked him on his ass as the smoke choked him before he even made it into the door. On his knees, he crawled toward the entrance that once opened into his opulent club but was now just blackened, charred rubble.
“Molly! Molly, answer me!” All he heard was a strangled moan before instinct and adrenaline took over. Scrambling on hands and knees, he moved toward the sound. Chunks of plaster and sheetrock from the walls and ceiling lined the soot-covered flooring that once was the grand entrance. Choking, he called out for Molly and waited to hear her. Pulling the top of his shirt up over his nose and mouth to try and keep the ash and debris out of his airway, he squinted and kept moving further into the room. The bar, or what was left of it, was in the middle of the main room; far enough away from the safety of the outside that he knew common sense said was too far. Moving slowly, dodging falling bits of what he could only assume was the second floor, he barely noticed the pain as sharp splinters tore at his flesh. Finally reaching the muted sound of Molly’s voice, he squinted harder through the dark, thick smoke trying to see her. Prohibitively dense, the smoke made it impossible for him to find her visually, so he closed his eyes to block out the sting and felt around with his bare hands. Reading the scene like braille, he found what used to be the bar — the scalding metal of a knocked over bar stool, broken glass bottles of booze fueling the flames that seemed to burst out of thin air…a shoe . A shoe! “Molly!! ! I’m here, Molly! Are you still with me? Come on, Molly, give me something. ” He moved closer to her and heaved a chunk of what used to be the bar off of a soot-covered form. Dark brown hair and a familiar face greeted him through the intensifying smoke.
“That’s twice now that you’ve saved me, Myles . I’m starting to think I really do have a guardian angel.” Just like Molly to try and have a full conversation when neither of them could breathe let alone talk. Her words came out strangled between chokes, and as much as he wanted her to stop talking to save her breath, her talking meant she was okay, and that was enough to make him let her keep chattering. Shoving the debris off the rest of her body, he found her more sha
ken up than injured and called for help. Two firemen slid a backboard under her and stabilized her, shouting at him to get out now. Myles crawled back out the way he came in, thankful to have found her. Ducking and flattening out to cover his head, he narrowly avoided catastrophic injury when the CO2 tanks behind the bar caught fire and exploded; fire and destruction consuming every last inch of his club, his livelihood. Coughing and sputtering, he finally climbed to his feet and met Molly at the ambulance.
“We’ll take her to Memorial, you can visit her there . You should see one of the other paramedics; get on an oxygen mask after that much smoke exposure. ” The doors closed and sirens sounded as the ambulance took Molly away, leaving him feeling very alone in the midst of such chaos.
Minutes turned into hours, and the sun came up long before the time the fire marshal finished his investigation.
“I’m ruling this criminal arson . I’ll send you a formal copy of my report within twenty-four hours, and you can begin dealing with the insurance company. If you think of anything that might help us find out who is responsible, please don’t hesitate to call.” The burly man turned and climbed into the truck, leaving Myles devastated and alone in the middle of the smoking rubble that used to be his club. Shaking his head, he ducked under the police tape, and with his head down, headed back to his SUV and toward home. He needed a shower, but he wanted to see Annie more, and both were waiting for him at home.
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