by Mari Carr, Red Phoenix, Angel Payne, Sierra Cartwright, Jenna Jacob, Victoria Blue
Brad moved away and sat down on a leather armchair to watch her.
Shey stood there unmoving for several moments, surprised to be given control in the middle of their scene. She tentatively pulled on the chain, obviously afraid of the pain she imagined it would cause.
Rubbing his hand against his jeans, Brad teased himself as he watched Shey play with the clamps for the first time. If she only knew how much it turned him on…
Soon Shey began applying more pressure, making passionate moans as she found the perfect angle.
Brad pressed hard against his cock when it started to pulse with need for release, and was barely successful in warding off an unwanted orgasm. He made his way over to her again once he’d gained control over his libido, grateful that she wore a blindfold and remained unaware of the power she had over him.
Removing the chain from her mouth, he said gruffly, “Consider these clamps a gift from me, young slave. You have pleased your Master well.” Brad kissed her roughly as he played with the nipple clamps, causing Shey to whimper again.
When she began to tremble in his arms with need, he pulled away.
“Please…I want you,” she begged.
It would be so easy to take her—to pull Shey down to the floor and tear her thong off so he could bury his cock deep inside her. But he knew it would compromise this rare connection between them.
“As a gentleman, I am required to honor the parameters of our scene, no matter how much I wish to do otherwise.”
Shey groaned with unsated desire.
Her desperate cry almost broke his resolve. “Slave, I believe it’s time you felt the bite of my whip.”
The girl suddenly tensed, her burning desire instantly transforming into fearful excitement. “How do I do this? I mean…how…do you want me?”
Brad growled hungrily, “I want you to turn around. Lean against the frame of the door so your ass is displayed for whipping.”
She turned around and nervously felt for the frame with her fingers.
“Pull your thong down to your knees, girl.”
Shey made a charming sight as she wiggled the garment down, exposing a hint of her red pussy as she bent over to lean against the doorframe. She arched her back, her long, wavy copper hair cascading down her back as she gripped the cold metal with white knuckles.
“I could stare at you for hours…”
“Thank you, Master.”
“While I may take pleasure in looking at you, I enjoy the whip far too much to remain idle for long. Keep your legs together and lean further forward. I’m about to pinken that pretty white ass of yours.”
She giggled nervously as she followed his instructions.
Brad unfurled the whip and snapped it, grinning when he saw her flinch. “Are you feeling brave, my young slave?”
She held her head up higher and said loudly, “I am, Master.”
“Courageous enough to take the bite of my whip?”
She hesitated for only a second before answering, “I believe so.”
He chuckled. “An honest answer. I appreciate that.”
Brad warmed up his arm and cracked the whip next to her ear, relishing when she cried out in surprise.
“Are you aware the room is completely soundproof? No one will hear you when you scream.” She shuddered where she stood. “Color, slave?”
“Still green, Master.”
“Remember to call out your safeword at any point. There’s no shame in honoring your limit.”
Shey nodded, but he could see she was shaking as she waited for the first stroke.
“You must relax, if you want to feel the brilliance of my instrument.”
She stopped shaking for a moment, but her fear took over again, and she began shivering even more.
Brad approached her then, making low noises the way he used to when he calmed horses as a boy. Shey responded the same way a filly would, pausing and then turning slightly to his voice as her body began to visibly relax.
“There is no reason to fear my whip. Tonight I will simply teach you its unique character.”
She nodded, laughing at herself. “I trust you.”
“Good.” He pulled back her hair to expose her delicate ear and whispered, “It’s okay to fear. It is a natural response to something new and potentially harmful. The key is to transform your fear into expectation.”
“Yes…” she agreed, panting as he kissed her on the earlobe, before leaving a trail of light kisses down her neck.
“Remember my intent as you wait for the first stroke.”
“What is your intent, Master?” she asked nervously as he moved away.
“To please you, slave.”
Helping Her Fly
Shey let out a nervous sigh as he moved back into position behind her.
“Relax,” Brad repeated gently as he swung the whip around, slowly inching closer to her ass with each swing.
Finally…contact.
She let out a small squeak, then giggled at herself. “That was actually nice.”
“I want you to count them out loud. They will become progressively more challenging, slave.”
She swallowed hard but nodded, adding a quick, “Yes, Master.”
He flicked the left buttock, another light stroke that would tickle like the brushing of coarse hair on skin.
“Two,” she purred, obviously enjoying the light caress of the whip.
Brad continued with gentle strokes, teasing her with them. He noticed she stuck out her ass farther, silently begging for more attention. That was when he cracked the whip over her head and she screamed, before bursting into giggles again.
“It sounds so scary.”
He smiled, delivering the next stroke with more power. The startled cry that followed was quite charming.
“Color, slave?”
She took a few deep breaths before answering, “May I have another to decide?”
He gave her an equally challenging stroke on her right cheek, and she squealed again before panting out the word, “Gr…een.”
“You’re sure?”
She nodded her head vigorously. “It’s…exhilarating.”
He was pleased that the bullwhip thrilled her and started his rhythmic strokes, watching her ass redden with each carefully placed lash.
When her voice heightened in pitch as she counted out the next number, he chose to stop. Brad let her bask a moment in the glow of the sub-high the whip created. Part of his talent lay in making the session a dance of sensation and longing. He enjoyed reading his sub during play, and gauging the flow of the session based on her need and experience.
He suspected Shey’s enthusiasm could get her in trouble with a less-experienced Master. It would have been easy for a Dom to interpret her eagerness as an okay to let loose in a volley of demanding strokes. However, as a novice, she deserved this gentle introduction.
Brad knew it was better to leave them longing for more than to destroy a sub’s newfound love of the intimidating instrument. Still…he did insist on showing her just how powerful his whip could be.
“Slave, would you like a mark?”
“Oh yes!” she purred.
With a quick flick of his wrist, Brad let his whip fly, leaving not one, but two consecutive marks—each perfectly centered on her butt cheeks. She cried out at the intensity of the burn, and stood there gasping for breath.
Brad lowered his whip, placing it on the table as he made his way over to her. Wrapping one hand around her throat, he pulled Shey’s head back and kissed her like a man possessed.
She met his passion with her own. The high created by edge play always made for a satisfying coupling… It would be a shame if they both had to leave the scene unfulfilled.
“Slave, may I touch you here?” he asked, his other hand hovering over her naked pussy.
“Please…Master.”
He slid his fingers over her swollen outer lips and began slowly swirling his middle finger over her clit. Shey groaned deeply as he con
tinued to kiss her. Brad decided if he could not possess her physically, then he would do it by claiming her orgasm.
“Don’t resist me,” he commanded.
Shey moaned in response as she pressed her back against him and attempted to open her legs wider, her thong still at her knees.
To have this control over her—delivering pain, then orchestrating her pleasure—was the ultimate turn-on. Brad pushed his hard cock against her, wanting Shey to know the level of his arousal as he slowly urged her orgasm.
She stiffened in his arms and screamed loudly when it finally washed over her. He tightened his hold around her waist to keep her from falling. Shey collapsed against him, shuddering in his arms. “I’m completely undone…”
“But I haven’t finished with you yet,” he growled in her ear.
Brad unceremoniously threw Shey over his shoulder, smacking her lightly on her sore ass, inciting a small squeal.
He walked over to the couch to grab a pillow before carrying her into the dining room and laying her down on the table. He gently placed the pillow under her tender buttocks after pulling her thong back up to provide Shey with a semblance of modesty, straightening her pretty bow.
“You mentioned wanting to eat in here.” Shey whimpered as he took off his hat and laid it on the table before slowly lowering himself to the ground. “Well, prepare to get eaten, little darlin’…”
He pushed the material of her thong to the side to take his first lick of her. Her pussy was sweet and enticing, letting him know she was a lover of pineapple. It was an enjoyable treat he hadn’t expected.
Shey shook her head back and forth, moaning when her body began to quiver uncontrollably. He easily bought her to another climax with his tongue. She squeezed his head hard with her thighs as her orgasm took hold and her clit pulsed against his tongue. It was worth the slight discomfort, knowing he could elicit that kind of reaction from her.
Shey mewed softly afterward. “Oh my God…oh my god…I can’t believe I came that hard. Where have you been all my life?” She rubbed her hands over her breasts and down towards her loins, purring in satisfaction.
He smiled from between her legs, stating, “I find particular satisfaction in a woman’s pleasure. It’s part of my attraction to BDSM.”
“I always assumed the Dom would be concerned about his own needs, not mine.”
“We’re all different, but that’s where my enjoyment lies.”
She looked up at the ceiling, a blush covering her chest as she murmured, “No wonder you’re so popular with the ladies…”
He picked her up and carried her out of the dining room.
“I can’t,” she protested, apparently thinking that he was headed towards the bedroom.
Brad chuckled as he sat down in the large leather sofa with her still cradled in his arms. “Can’t what, slave? I never leave a sub without aftercare.”
She snuggled against him. “Oh, aftercare…I’ve always wanted to experience that.”
Brad kissed the top of her copper head. “You were brave tonight.”
She looked up at him shyly. “Thank you.”
He kissed her on the lips. “And it was a pleasure being your first.”
Her pupils where large and luminous—a byproduct of the endorphin high their play had induced. Fuck, she was beautiful…
Brad rubbed his hand against her buttocks, purposely grazing the marks he’d left.
“Ooh…” she squeaked, squirming in his arms.
“I like that you chose to wear my marks.”
She glanced down where his hand rested. “It’s a shame I have nowhere to show them off.”
He rubbed the area tenderly. “My marks were meant solely for you, Shey.” Using her given name took the conversation to a more intimate level and signified the end of the scene. She responded by cuddling closer, purring when he started lightly caressing the curve of her buttocks.
“Do you think I would make a good sub, Master Anderson?”
He noticed she avoided looking him in the eyes when she asked. Brad held her tighter, feeling unusually possessive of her. “You would make a good sub for the right Dominant…but you must be more cautious next time. Asking a complete stranger to do whatever he wants with your body could get you in serious trouble.”
She looked at him sheepishly. “What you don’t know is that I’ve had a crush on you ever since I saw you on the red carpet the night you protected Brie at the premiere. Even though she wasn’t your sub, that protective look in your eye as you put yourself between her and the attackers was…well, it melted my heart.”
Brad shook his head. “I didn’t even realize I made the news.”
She blushed when she admitted, “I printed out every picture of you I found on the Web. Every picture.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Should I be worried then, Miss Allen?”
“No, I’m not a stalker,” she giggled. “You have to admit you’re an incredibly handsome man. I’m positive I’m not the only one with a Master Anderson shrine in her bedroom.” When he continued to look at her warily, she added, “Remember, you came to my hotel tonight.”
Brad laughed as he held Shey tighter, enjoying the feel of her in his arms—a little too much—and was reluctant when it was time to let her go. He released his hold and helped Shey to her feet. “You should really eat more. It feels like a tiny gust could blow you away.”
She gave him an awkward smile as she slipped on her clothes, readying herself to leave. Once she was fully dressed, Brad came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, unhappy the time had finally come to say goodbye. “It’s been a pleasure spending the evening with you, Miss Allen.”
She leaned her head back and sighed. “I wish it didn’t have to end…” She paused for a moment and then turned around in his arms, looking up at Brad with those sparkling blue eyes. “…and it doesn’t have to, at least not yet. I have a secret I’d love to show you.”
Although it was getting late, and he knew that prolonging the inevitable was unwise, Brad smiled down at her and shrugged. “Why not?”
“Great! ’Cause I’m about to show you my favorite place in the whole wide world…”
Her Secret
Brad threw on a shirt and his shoes before following her out the door. In the elevator Shey explained, “About six months ago I was going through an extremely rough patch in my life. I still came to work on time and put in my best effort—heck, I doubt anyone on staff had a clue how depressed I was—except for Mr. Nyte.
“I don’t know how he knew, because I’ve never met the man in person, but I got a note one night at the end of my shift.” Shey dug through her purse and handed it to him to read.
Dear Miss Allen,
Life is a journey. When I lose sight of that, I visit my sanctuary. I offer it to you now. Please feel free to visit it whenever you feel the need. Your thumbprint has already been encoded, but the key included in this letter is also required to enter.
If the room is already in use, the keypad will deny you access so there is no chance of you disturbing me.
Miss Allen, your hard work and dedication to our clients had not gone unnoticed. However, your smile is missing, and I would like it to return.
Sincerely,
Mr. Nyte
Brad handed her back the note, stating, “That was a thoughtful gesture.”
“I had no idea what a gift he’d given me until I saw the place. It’s like a miracle—an oasis in the middle of the Nevada desert.”
“Do you think he’ll be upset if you share it with me?”
Shey shook her head. “Although I would prefer to ask, I have no way of contacting Mr. Nyte tonight. Since you will be leaving in the morning, I don’t see the harm.”
They stopped on the highest floor, but the doors didn’t open until Shey pressed her thumb against the touchpad. She guided him through a series of hallways until they came to a green door.
Shey pressed her thumb against another security lock and the do
or opened into a small foyer. She shut the door behind them and then approached the second door with a golden keyhole. She took a similarly colored key out of her purse and inserted it into the lock. She turned it, a look of excitement on her face as she said breathlessly, “Be prepared to be amazed…”
The door slowly swung open, and the first thing that hit him was the clean scent of freshly cut grass. He stepped into the darkened room, and was startled to feel the floor give a little under his feet. He looked down and saw it was covered in a carpet of living grass. As his eyes adjusted, he saw a virtual forest before him, complete with leafy trees, a running stream in the middle of the massive room, and the wide expanse of sky above them protected by a barrier of clear glass.
“It truly is an oasis,” he murmured as she led him inside.
“In the daytime, the air is full of butterflies and the sound of birds chirping. It reminds me of the magical candy room in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. It has the same surreal quality!” She guided him over to the stream and pointed at the water. He looked down and saw the outlines of giant fish swimming about.
“Even the water is teeming with life.” Shey pointed excitedly at a large fish as it swam by. “That one there I named Troy 2.”
Brad stared at her in disbelief.
“But you can call him T2,” Shey giggled, bumping her shoulder against him. “What can I say? I really love my cat.”
“Apparently…”
“There are even squirrels and hummingbirds here. It’s like a cornucopia of animal life in the daytime, but when all the creatures are asleep at night, the real magic begins…”
She lay down on the soft grass and beckoned him to join her. Brad stretched out beside her, and they stared up at the stars together.
“In Vegas, it takes a really tall building to be able to see the stars,” she explained. “I come up here instead of eating during my dinner break whenever I get the late shift.”
“Is that why you’re so thin?”