Coming In Hot Box Set

by Gina Kincade

  “What?” she asked, looking over her shoulder.

  Curtis put a hand to the back of her head, pointing it at the floor again. “Just don’t let it fall out.”

  “Oh, God,” she groaned. “I’ll try.”

  Her ass trembled and he watched her inner thighs tighten. She rose on her toes as well, trying to suck everything up. He let her adjust to that for a moment before employing the paddle again. The thwack it made was very satisfying. He knew it didn’t feel as bad as it sounded, which was perfect for a novice like Melody. She could take a lot of beatings and feel accomplished. If he’d used the crop, she’d probably have begged him off by now. The pink slowly grew, spreading and deepening from a light rose to a hot pink. She’d started keening, but it was more wincing than protest, so he didn’t stop until he noticed a drop of liquid running down her inner thigh.

  “Relax, Little Song.” He took hold of the stem of the glass dildo, and once she’d released her kegels, tilted it toward her front, rubbing the large head into the wall of her pussy, right where her g-spot would be.

  “Holy, fuck,” she cussed. She slid a hand down toward her clit and Curtis smacked her ass hard with his palm, harder than any of the paddle slaps. Melody yelped and hopped.

  “Hands still!”

  She whimpered, but put her hands flat on the counter. He watched until she had complied and then worked the toy again.

  “My God, what is that? I feel like I’m going to explode!”

  A warm thrum of satisfaction filled his chest, knowing she would be doing just that in a moment. He put a palm across her pubic bone, index finger pressing into her clit. He wiggled it and reveled in the squeal she gave. Continuing to nudge, he worked the toy faster, pressing the head right into his finger until he felt her tighten. He yanked the toy out, allowing the burst of fluid to gush down Melody’s legs and hit the linoleum.

  “Oh God, oh God, oh God. Did I just pee on your floor?” Her embarrassment reflected in the high-pitch of her voice. “Can I move now?”

  “No, and yes, you can move.” Curtis snagged one of the towels used in the cleaning and wiped up the puddle she’d made. Melody turned and leaned back on the counter, catching her breath. He slid the towel over her legs as well.

  “Was that squirting? I didn’t know it would be so…wet.”

  Curtis laughed. “Yes, it is very wet. Now, I liked you not being able to see what I was doing. And since you aren’t familiar with the apartment”—he knelt next to the tool box and pulled out a blindfold—“you won’t want to wander in the dark.” He pulled the mask over her face and tied it behind her head.

  She reached up to touch the black velvet. “I didn’t put this in the pile.”

  “You don’t want it?” He held onto one of the ties, ready to release it.

  “Yes. I mean, thank you.”

  Curtis scoffed and released the strings, leaving the blindfold in place. He bent and picked up the flogger, the soft leather not making any noise to give him away. He backed up a pace. “Normally, I’d use those ropes to tie you up, but I want you free to move when I do this.” Drawing a large arc, he brought the throngs of leather down over her right breast.

  Her yip was delightful. She tried to back up, but was still at the counter. She stepped to the side instead.

  “Don’t wander too far.” She took his warning and stopped in place long enough for him to stripe the other breast.

  “I thought it would hurt more,” she admitted. “Not that I want it to hurt more!” She raised her hands in alarm.

  Curtis had to chuckle at her reaction. “Several divided whips are not as painful as one. Also, this one is thick enough that it lands heavy rather than stinging.” He brought it down again, pink brush strokes painting the top of her breast.

  Melody held in place this time, though from the way she trembled, she wanted to dodge the next blow. He didn’t leave her waiting. He whirled the flogger faster, alternating breasts with only a breath to divide them. She backed up again and he let the implement fall inert against his leg.

  “I want to stop?”

  “You aren’t sure?” he asked, amused.

  “No?”

  He walked up to her, reached around her head and pulled loose the blindfold. She immediately looked down at her breasts and then over her shoulder. Her ass was pinker by far.

  “Hmm, rope,” he mused aloud, knowing her imagination would taunt her better than any of his ideas could. He set aside flogger and placed it with the paddle and dildo. The blindfold went atop that. “I want to preserve my access to that lovely bottom of yours. Here.” He led her toward the breakfast nook and pulled out one of the wooden chairs. He stood beside it, holding her hand and drawing her up behind. “Bend over it and grab the seat.” While she did as he’d told, he gathered the rope, snaking it free from the bottom of the pile.

  “I can’t reach.” He had just started tying one ankle to the leg of the chair and could see her fingertips coming an inch short. She could stretch and her fingertips brushed the seat, but that was the best she could do.

  “That’s good. Hold it there.” A separate rope secured the opposite ankle and he then used the ends to pull her wrists. It was similar to the way he liked to tie Alexa, but this way Melody would be able to support herself with the chair.

  “What now?” she asked, looking at him from under her arm.

  “Now I work through the pile.” The rabbit she’d chosen buzzed before he slipped it inside her. He held the toy in while his free hand pinched her nipples or slapped her ass. She was still hot and wet from her squirting orgasm and she didn’t ride the toy long before coming for him again. Her ass and thighs shook with the force of it and he knew he had to give her a bit of a break before pressing again. He could use a bit of time himself. There was a definite wet patch on his pants. He pulled the toy free and set it with others on his way to the fridge. He fished out a bottle of juice and cracked the cap.

  “Ooh.” Melody cooed at the sound.

  “Are you thirsty, Little Song?”

  “Yes,” she admitted, again looking at him from an odd angle.

  “How much can you straighten? Do I have to untie you?” He held the bottle near her head and she craned her neck to get a sip. He poured very slowly, letting her swallow tiny bits at a time until she shook her head.

  “I’m good now.”

  “You are good.” Curtis ran his hand through her hair, over her ear. “You are doing very well, Little Song. Is it what you’d hoped?”

  “Yes, more.”

  “More? Oh, that’s very good. I think more is the right idea.” He slapped her ass and she let out a sharp cry. The violet wand was still plugged in, and he used the same outlet for his hitachi vibrator. Holding the pair, he moved into place behind Melody.

  Very slowly he brought the wand toward her inner thigh. When the lightning arced, she screeched. “Is that the purple one?”

  “Yep.” Knowing his distance, he brought it to the other side and zapped her again. “How about here?” She could see the wand as he brought it toward one of her breasts.

  “Oh, no, I, yikes!” She yipped when the electricity jumped. It missed her nipple, but when her breast swung in response to her movement, it passed near enough to deliver another jolt. “Ack!”

  “Shh, hold on.” He backed the wand up a bit, then moved it to the left.

  Her keening returned then, eyes locked on the glass wand full of violet light. Rather than move it, Curtis brought up the other wand and flicked it on.

  “Holy shit!” Caught completely by surprise, Melody lifted herself onto her toes. The large head was easy to grind into her pubic bone. Another cry told him her breasts had just swung in contact with the violet wand. Perfect placement, he kept the vibrator there and let Melody’s movements activate the other. Her screams came closer and closer together as she tried to stick her butt out or shift right or left to escape the constant vibrations.

  With another sub, another situation, he might chide her fo
r moving so much. As each jerk and shake brought another electric response, he didn’t have to say a thing. His cocked ached, but he pushed the arousal as far from his mind as he could, which wasn’t far at all.

  “Please, p-please. I’ve forgotten…Ah!”

  She’d forgotten her safe word? He flicked the vibrator off and set the violet wand on the seat of the chair. Melody had streaks from tears down her cheeks and her nose was running on one side.

  Unable to resist, he slapped her ass again, making her twitch and curse. “You need to pick something easy, Little Song. Something that will come to mind. What were you thinking or seeing as you came so hard?” He didn’t untie her, offering the juice again. “Do you need me to release you?” He was pretty sure she was just overwhelmed not in pain.

  After a few sips, she was able to answer. “No. Not yet. What was I thinking about? Curls.”

  Curtis had run his hand through his hair and stopped. “Curls, eh? Okay, let’s try that. Just to be sure, I’m going to break out something you didn’t have to clean. Something that will keep going until you tell me to stop.” He pulled the hardware he’d cobbled together out of the closet. It had a drill bit style head that would tighten to hold whatever toy he chose to put in it, then the reciprocating motor gave the thrust. He slid the piston between Melody’s ankles.

  “What is it?” she asked, watching him through her legs.

  “You’ll see.” He recovered the glass dildo and secured it in place. It was a bit too low, so he grabbed a deep baking pan that was larger than the base and set the piston atop that. He had to hold Melody open for the toy to slide into her until he had it flat. Her mouth hung open and her eyes bugged out.

  “Is that…a fucking machine?”

  “Bingo,” he said, turning the piston on low and watching closely as it thrust into her. The dildo retracted to the mouth of her pussy before thrusting in again. There wasn’t a danger of it slipping right out. Not until she started squirming anyway. “Just let me know when you need me to turn it off.” Donning his cockiest grin, he sat in the next chair and took a long swallow of juice. He opened his fly and let himself out, stroking his dripping cock. Damn she looked good, her hair half obscuring her face, her cheeks pink and her eyes fluttering as the toy did it’s worst.

  “You, you’re going to…Fuck.”

  “Yes, Little Song?”

  “You? You need?”

  “Me? I need to sit here and enjoy the show. Oh, and if it isn’t good enough, that vibrator is still plugged in.” He gripped himself a little tighter, pulling in time with the pumping of the piston.

  “Oh, God, Ah!” The way her hips crashed down, meeting the toy thrusting up, proved her enjoyment, her climax. She started to whimper and rise up onto her toes. “Curls, please, stop it. Curls.”

  Curtis didn’t hesitate, dropping his cock to switch off the piston and kick out the baking pan. The contraption sank to the floor, out of her pussy. With one hand on the rope connecting her right wrist to ankle, he stopped. Her pussy was wide open, brilliant pink, and almost dripping. “Damn.”

  “What? Is something wrong?” she asked worried.

  He yanked the loop of rope that freed her and did the same on the left. “Not wrong. Your pussy is gaping, Little Song. Let me know if this is too much.” She straightened, bracing on the back of the chair, arching her back. He slipped four fingers into her easily, and she grabbed for the chair again.

  “Fuck, what are you doing now?”

  “Wow.” If she were not quite so overstimulated, a little more experienced, he’d be able to slide his whole hand into her.

  “Can I help you?” she asked, reaching for his still exposed cock.

  Could she? Could she ever. A shame her nice tight ass wouldn’t be his tonight. “Sit.” He pointed to the chair.

  Melody seated was still a bit tall for him standing, but she was quick to lean over and wrap her lips around his cock. Her mouth was hot and wet, just like her pussy. Her tongue ran over him, making his balls tighten.

  “Fuck that feels good.”

  She stroked him in her hand. “I’m so glad. I hope I please you. Was I good enough?” She ended the sentence by slurping him up and moving her hand to his balls instead.

  “You were fantastic, Little Song. I loved watching you, loved listening to you. You are so honest, receptive. Fuck, yes, suck me. You move too much, but when that’s because you are so in it, it’s perfect.” He groaned as his load sprayed from his cock into Melody’s mouth. Relief made him sag. He’d been holding that longer than he’d realized.

  “Well, Little Song, this is the part of the evening when you tell me what you want to do, what you want me to do. Do you need a rub down? Would you like to cuddle? Do you just want a shower?”

  She pursed her lips. “Which is the right one?”

  He chuckled. “The right one is what will make you feel best, feel most like yourself and not my toy.”

  “Oh. You don’t mind cuddling? It’s not too…vanilla?”

  “Ha! Vanilla. Of course I don’t mind.” He handed her what was left of the juice and she finished the bottle. He grabbed the towel he’d used earlier and led her to the bedroom.

  She hesitated in the doorway, inspecting. He wasn’t a neat freak, but he hated clutter, so there wasn’t much to look at. Closed drawers and a few photos.

  He cocked his head toward the bed and pulled down the sheets. “Lie down. I’ll clean you up.”

  She sat and gave a little start when he knelt between her knees. Using his towel, he wiped away the juices still glistening on her skin.

  “I don’t usually clean up right away.”

  “Really? Do you get yeast or bladder infections?” He tossed the towel into the hamper with the rest of his laundry.

  “Yes.”

  “That’s why. Now, I’m guessing you want the inside spoon?” He inhaled deeply. Her sweat and sex had left powerful traces on her and they were at the same time arousing and comforting. They were familiar and yet unique. He nuzzled into her shoulder and brushed her earlobe with his nose.

  “Thank you.”

  “Everything you expected and better?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good.” He kissed her neck and closed his eyes.

  “Do I pass? I mean, are you going to play with me again.”

  He grinned at her innocence. “If you want to play again, I’d like that.”

  “Oh, good.” Her shoulders dropped and her belly filled his hand as she released the tension she’d been holding.

  “Good.”

  Chapter Eight — Am I Your Master?

  Curtis rubbed the back of her legs and shoulders as she slowly unwound from the intensity of the scene. She thought she might start snoring. He’d taken so much out of her that it seemed there was nothing left.

  “Do you need anything?” Sweet and gentle, his words lulled her even further.

  “No. Just you.”

  He complied, turning back the sheets that had been rolled off the foot of the bed while they played. He curled up around her side while Melody continued to rest her head on her crossed arms. She wouldn’t be able to roll over soon, not without pain, but lying this way, the warmth tingling in her ass and legs was soothing.

  Curtis’ breath curled in her ear and she did drift off, but not before he said, “I work in the morning. Fix yourself whatever you like for breakfast. You don’t have to hurry off.”

  Her nose wrinkled at the thought of waking alone in someone else’s house. She’d spent a number of nights in this one, but only a few mornings. Too tired to argue, she sighed, which turned into a yawn, and then fell asleep.

  She woke briefly when Curtis left her. He moved silently through the room so only the shifting of bed and crack of light from the door gave him away. Unwilling to abandon sleep yet, she closed her eyes again.

  When she finally did get up, she was surprised to find his phone on the bedside table. Didn’t he need it? She could call the hospital and ask, but worried he�
��d be upset with her if she did.

  Stretching, she arched her back and heard a few pops along her spine. Sagging into her feet again, she hunched a bit, relief washing over her. Then she straightened and wandered into the kitchen without grabbing a sheet or towel or clothes. After all, there wasn’t anyone here and unlikely anyone would crouch outside the basement windows. There she opened the fridge and found eggs and bacon as well as yogurt. She opted for the last and searched cupboards until she found some rolled oats to throw on top.

  Spoon in mouth, she wandered around the small apartment. She’d never taken a really good look at it before. Whenever she came, she was put to work or tied up almost immediately. She ran her finger over the top of the television and shook out her hand to get rid of dust. In the bathroom, she found a ring in the tub she’d never used and noticed grey patches in the corner as well as cobwebs along the vanity lights.

  Curtis’ place was actually worse off than her own. She’d never been a neat freak, and learning his schedule, she wasn’t surprised his apartment didn’t get cleaned regularly. It did get cleaned. The kitchen counters were almost always spotless and the sink and vanity were wiped down. It was the less obvious that got skipped.

  Finished with her yogurt, she cleaned the tub and bathroom floor. After that, she filled the tub and took a bath, washing off the new sweat resulting from her use of elbow grease, and the old sweat from the work out Curtis had given her the night before.

  He’d told her to take her time, and she did, cleaning a little, then watching TV or playing a game on her phone. When her stomach grumbled around noon, she stopped in the middle of fixing a sandwich to look through the freezer. She could make something for supper. Surely Curtis, who never came home to anyone, would appreciate a hot meal waiting for him.

  While her casserole baked, Melody curled up on the bed and took a nap, relishing her day off and using it to pamper her Dom.

  From the time she picked up Fifty Shades of Grey, she’d known that she would enjoy being submissive. She loved doing things for others, took pride in someone else’s appreciation for her little touches. It was why she made such a good administrative assistant. She’d worked with Terry O’Neil long enough to be able to fetch things for him before he asked. She hoped one day to be as receptive to Curtis.