by Lisabet Sarai, Amy Armstrong, Sam Crescent, Cheryl Dragon, Tanith Davenport
As soon as the door was locked behind them in the massive suite, she ditched the blazer, kicked off the black heels and wiggled out of the jeans. Nothing but the corset now and she felt much better.
“Eager. I should make you wait.” He smiled and sat on the bed.
“We’ve got all night.” She sat next to him and wanted to take off the bandage to see it. “How does the arm feel?”
“Stings. Feels good though. Leave it alone.” He nodded.
“Promise me you won’t become a switch. I don’t think I could flog you.” She laughed at the very idea.
“No, it doesn’t feel good like that. I prefer to get you off with pain. This feels good because you didn’t ask for it. Doms need to revisit the sensations they inflict and the power they hold from time to time. I don’t ever want to lose perspective. Now remove that corset and kneel.” He pointed to the spot between his legs.
She slowly unhooked the long corset as he dragged his shirt over his head and stepped out of his shoes. As soon as she set the corset aside, she knelt at his feet and helped him undress. His cock was growing in the denim and she wanted a full ride tonight.
Slowly working his jeans down, she smiled when she saw he had no underwear on either. She kissed his thighs and sac as she helped him out of the pants fully. He sat back and reached for something.
Then his hand landed on her ass. “Be still.”
Moaning, she bowed her head and folded her hands behind her back.
He held the box under her nose. “Open your gift.”
“You didn’t have to get me anything else.” She looked at her nipple rings.
“I’ll enjoy this too. Open,” he ordered.
She pulled the ribbons and lifted the lid. Inside was a smallish paddle. The scent of roses hit her hard. The colour of the wood gave it away along with carved flower patterns in it. “Rosewood?”
“Turn it over,” he said.
She flipped the paddle and saw the customisation. It was rubber and there were little thorn-like pieces sticking up. Trailing her fingers over the mock thorns, she moaned. They were firm but had give. They wouldn’t break the skin but she’d feel them.
“Thank you. It’s perfect.” She hugged it between them.
“The first time I met you, I saw you prick your finger on a rose’s thorn and you smiled. You had no idea I saw that but I did.” He took the paddle from her.
“You notice everything. I love you.” She kissed him. “Thank you, Sir. Please break it in on me.”
“First go to my overnight bag and bring me the rope.” He stood up.
Quickly she retrieved the white rope and knelt before him, offering it to her Dom.
“Stand up,” he said.
He tied her hands behind her back then tied her thighs together. More rope circled her calves. “Don’t move.”
Obeying, she waited as he got something else from the bag. She’d wait forever. He approached her from behind and the world went black as he slid a blindfold over her eyes.
“But I love to see you, Sir,” she sighed.
“You will, later.” He pinched her ass. “Far too pale for a sub’s ass.”
“Please spank me, Sir. I need it.” She tested her ropes and it relaxed her. He had all the control and she was his. Both ceremonies done, they’d crossed the negotiations of their kink and marriage together.
“You do need it.” He twirled her piercings with his fingers and she gasped.
“Painful.” He kissed the undersides of her breasts.
“No, I love them. They remind me of you every time I move.” She waited and let the roped-up feeling sink in.
His heat left and she tried not to fidget. Then he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to him. Seconds later she was over his knees and his erection pressed into her side.
“You love me?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied firmly.
She gasped when the paddle landed. Wood side down wasn’t bad, but he hadn’t spanked her since the greenhouse. That paddle reverberated deep in her body. “Thank you,” she said.
“More?” he asked.
“Please, paddle me red,” she said.
“Maybe. Maybe I want to work you over later as well? So greedy.” He gave her two more.
Moaning, she wanted to beg for the other side of that paddle but he’d only delay longer if she did. “I’m yours, play with me however you want. I need to be spanked and fucked to exhaustion.”
He chuckled. “Weddings are exhausting. You’ll be lying on the beach in a couple of days. You can rest then.”
“Yes, Sir. I want to please you now.” She wiggled in his lap. Her feet were off the ground and her hands were bound—she loved the floating feeling.
His rough hand rubbed her ass. “You are.” He swung the paddle twice more.
The stinging set in and her pussy grew wet. She lifted her hips and got another smack. Suddenly he slid her to the ground on her knees and guided her in between his legs. “Suck me off,” he ordered.
She leaned in and found his cock with her cheek. Adjusting, she licked up the shaft and sucked the tip. She wanted to be fucked. “I need you inside of me, Sir.”
The paddle landed again and she groaned. Still not the side she wanted, but he had such patience. Deep down she knew he wanted to see how she reacted to it as well. She sucked his cock and moaned on it as he softly tapped her bottom with the paddle.
When she worked on his balls, he dropped the toy and fingered her pussy. Rocking her hips, she couldn’t be still now.
“Soaking wet, horny slut.” He grabbed her hair.
The tug made her smile as he pulled her head back. “Yes, Sir.”
He stood and guided her to her feet. Then he picked her up and sat her on the bed. “Lie on your back.”
She fell back on the soft covers and waited. She slid her hands to one side so she didn’t lie directly on them. The weight of the paddle rested on her stomach and she smiled.
“Let’s change this.” He untied her wrists and tugged her arms over her head. Again her wrists were bound together but she could lie flat.
“Thank you, Sir,” she said.
He turned the paddle over and the prickly rubber made her shiver. “You like your gift?”
“I love it! You’re so creative.” She pressed her lips together as the tears welled up. “Please spank me with the other side. Please fuck me!”
“You want it all.” He ran the rough side of the paddle over her neck, tender breasts, down her ribs and stomach to her hips. He used the corner on her pussy for a second then it was gone. Then he continued down her legs to her feet. The tickling sensation made her forget for a split second how wet her cunt was.
“I do. I need it. Please, Sir.” She trembled as he pushed her legs up in the air.
Her ass and pussy were exposed now. What would he choose? She’d love him and the consequences either way. He rubbed the rough side of the paddle over the back of her thighs and her ass.
Moaning, she arched her back and waited.
When he leaned her legs to the left, she knew what he’d do to her and loved him more because they knew each other so well. He snatched the blindfold off her face and looked her in the eyes as he thrust deep into her cunt.
“Thank you, Sir. Take me, please.” She licked her lips and pulled on the ropes on her wrist.
“I will spank you red by morning. That plane ride will be torture,” he warned.
She smiled up at him. That brilliant plan to extend the play even in public proved his love and devotion. “I love you too.”
“You better.” He flicked her old piercing.
Moaning, she rocked her hips to him as he fucked her cunt over and over. With her thighs pressed tight, the throbbing in her clit became deeper. He picked up the pace and pounded fully into her.
The heat spread from her pussy and consumed her body in an orgasm that made her buck into him for more. He rubbed her clit and she screamed his name at the top of her lungs.
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Shaking, she took deep breaths as he continued to fuck her. He leant down and kissed the new piercing and she whimpered at the intimacy as well as the slight ache. The tissue would swell a bit at first but more fun for the plane.
“You’re so beautiful. Dressed in white and angelic isn’t the real you.” He picked up the pace again.
“I’m only this way for you,” she said.
“I know. That’s why I love it.” He ground into her pussy and grunted. “Mine.”
She watched the relief register in his face and smiled up at him. “Always yours.”
As soon as he pulled free, he rolled her on her side and grabbed the paddle. “Let’s see if you really like this.”
Smiling, she relaxed to fully experience it. He rubbed the paddle over her ass to tease her. She forced herself to be patient. He gave her a little tap and the fake thorns pressed to her. Shivering, she moaned. “More, please.”
“It’s a test product. Custom-made. I want to make sure it doesn’t hurt you.” He swatted her a little harder this time.
Her mind floated as the sting and pinches set in. “Harder, please, Sir.”
He gave her three more before he untied her legs and rolled her face down on the bed. “Let’s see.”
One strike made her moan. Then he added force on her other cheeks and she gasped, wiggling her ass.
“Like it?” he asked.
“God yes, Sir!” The thorns added pressure points that she couldn’t verbalise but felt intensely amazing. “It’s so arousing.”
“You just got off, you little slut.”
“I know, Sir. I’m just telling you what it’s doing to me. You must sell these. Stock them in the dungeon.”
“You’re thinking of business now?” He gave her the hardest swat yet and she groaned as her hips snapped.
“I love it, Sir. Other subs should get this toy.” She didn’t care about money but sharing the gift.
The ropes suddenly loosened on her legs and he rolled her on her back. The paddle under her ass, she pressed down on it and moaned as it kept her nerve endings on edge.
She looked up, expecting to see him towering over her. Instead his face was between her legs. He ate her pussy and pushed her hips down on the toy.
“Thank you,” she gasped.
His tongue worked her clit as he held her legs apart. Fighting the orgasm, she tried to make it last. She wiggled her ass to add friction. When he nipped her inner folds, she lost the battle and came in shrieks.
Jason stood and licked his lips. “That’s a good start. You’re still only pink. Lots more to go.”
“I’m ready when you are, Sir.” She smiled.
He untied her hands and pulled her to sit up. “You like it?”
She caressed the handle of the paddle beneath her. “You know me too well.”
“I do. But you still teach me things every day. So brace yourself.” He kissed her slowly and deepened it.
Her tongue curled with his and she leaned in for more.
“Brace myself? For what?” she asked.
He smiled. “One round of vanilla sex to prove I can thrill you that way as well. Then I’ve got a fresh set of small candles in my bag.”
The thrill welled up in her but she reached for his arm and kissed the bandage gently. “You don’t have to prove anything. But I can take vanilla now and then. As long as you promise not to burn yourself again.”
“That was a one-time display. In the morning you can change the bandage and fuss over me. The wax is for you.” He kissed her and pulled away all the ropes and her new favourite paddle.
He’d always keep her on her toes. That paddle was so special and she couldn’t wait to see her ass in the morning. She caressed her new piercing and took in the moment.
Kinky sex enhanced a very committed marriage. She had a man in her life she could trust absolutely with every fear, fantasy and dream. She’d definitely picked the right Dom to be devoted to forever.
About the Author
A lover of unusual things, Cheryl Dragon enjoys writing unique stories with sinfully hot erotic romance. Her two favourite settings are Las Vegas and New Orleans…where anything can happen! Cheryl lives in the Chicagoland area with her deaf albino cat. By day she analyses numbers for a division of a large international conglomerate, which leaves the creative juices free for her erotic romance novels.
Email: [email protected]
Cheryl loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at http://www.total-e-bound.com.
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Dedication
For my mother, whose hairdresser reads my writing to her and who will be very shocked when she hears this one.
Chapter One
Looking at each of her friends in turn, Jade Bleecker raised her glass of champagne and smiled. “A toast, everyone. Piper, you first.”
Piper tucked her brown hair behind her ear and thought for a moment. “To marriage.”
Beside her, Shaundra giggled. “Oh God, I can’t think of one. You guys go ahead of me, I’ll get one in a minute.”
“To Vegas, baby,” Leonie announced, pressing a red-lipped kiss to her glass before raising it, capping the gesture with an exaggerated wink.
“To us,” Jade added, lifting her glass higher with mock solemnity.
“Ooh, ooh, ooh, I got one!” Shaundra cried. “To fucking!”
Their glasses clinked together and all four let out a cheer.
Ten p.m., and the bar at the Bellagio was buzzing with life. Jade sat back in her chair and observed her friends as they drank, all three in their own way thrumming with excitement. All three ready to get married in four days’ time, with her as their joint maid of honour.
Three times a bridesmaid, never the bride…
It had already been quite the upheaval. Jade had moved out of the New York apartment she had shared with Piper a month earlier. Joey had moved himself in immediately, ready for married life. Leonie would be uprooting herself completely to live in her fiancé Darren’s home state of Iowa. As for Shaundra, no one knew what she would end up doing. She and Andrew were already sharing a studio apartment, spending money on the funkiest fashions and eating beans on toast for dinner.
Jade took a mouthful of champagne and scanned the bar, careful not to let her eyes linger on anybody for too long. The slightest hint that she might be man-hunting and she’d never hear the end of it.
“See anyone you like?” Piper murmured in her ear.
“Nope,” Jade murmured back, restraining an eye roll. “These aren’t my kind of men, you know?”
Piper shrugged airily. “You never know.”
Well, maybe. Maybe opposites did attract. But Jade knew her appearance set a lot of these men—rich men, businessmen, professional gamblers—on edge. With a modern mohawk in black and green, her tattooed arms and her nose and brow piercings, she made most men quail at the sight. They looked at her as though she was going to either punch them or stab them.
Even the men at her dojo were scared of her—although at least they had a reason. They knew what she could do to them.
Shaundra’s voice broke into her thoughts. “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m going shopping tomorrow. I saw a great little vintage place when we were in the cab.”
“I’ll go with you,” Leonie immediately chimed in. “I’m sure I saw an artwork store a few blocks away.”
Oh God. Jade raised an eyebrow at Piper, who mirrored the gesture with a knowing look.
“I’ll pass. I feel like hitting the casinos tomorrow. What do you think, Jade? You in?”
“I’m in.” Jade threw her a look of gratitude. She loved Shaundra and Leonie, but God, could they shop.
As she glanc
ed across the bar again, her eye rested on a young man at the far end of the room. Where had she seen him before? He was tall, his blond hair messy and streaked with green, matching piercing green eyes which seemed to be taking in everything around him. Although he was dressed very casually, Jade recognised his T-shirt and jeans to be designer label. A big spender who wanted to look like a nobody.
She definitely knew his face. Maybe he was an actor. Probably not much of a name, though. He was standing alone, glass of red wine in hand, with space around him as though he was radiating a force-field. Nobody seemed to recognise him.
Cute, though.
Piper nudged her, and Jade reluctantly dragged her eyes back to the table. Shaundra was pulling on her jacket, adjusting the jagged collar, which stood up in spikes and was catching on her chandelier earrings.
“I’m going to head upstairs. Andy wanted an early night tonight—you know how it is.”
“Mwah!” Leonie pressed her lips to her fingers and waved them at her as Shaundra sidled out of the booth. On the table in front of her, her cell phone vibrated and she picked it up, pulling an exaggerated disappointed face as she read the screen.
“Oh, damn it. Darren wants me to come up too.”
“Go right ahead,” Piper commented airily. “Us girls can have fun without you.”
Leonie flipped her off as she shimmied out of the booth and ran to catch up with Shaundra, who had already reached the door to the reception area. As Jade watched, Leonie staggered on her heels and lurched forward, blonde hair and short skirt flying wildly.
“The queen of grace and ladylike behaviour,” Piper drawled.
Jade laughed. “Bless her.”
Piper picked up the bottle of champagne, refilled both their glasses, then sat back in the corner of the booth and looked hard at Jade.
“So who were you looking at really?”
Jade’s eyes were automatically drawn back towards the blond man. She snapped her gaze back to the table, but Piper had already noticed, her own eyes narrowing teasingly.