by Ayers, Suzy
“Carrie, look at her eyes.” He knelt beside her now. Keira turned her face, but Jarred took her jaw into his hand. “They’re dark.”
“They change color.” Keira’s words spat out in frustration.
Jarred’s disapproval showed on his face. “Go.”
“Yes, sir.” Keira stood and gathered her clothes. “Should I make breakfast?” Her knees where weak, she had to take a second to gain the strength to stand on them.
“Yes. And you cannot climax or play with yourself in anyway.”
“Yes, sir.” Keira left with her head down. She wiped her eyes after she left the room.
She could hear Carrie and Jarred allowing their sexual needs to be satisfied. Keira hadn’t expected him to do that, make her cry from that. She’d been left so many times after sex without climax. Why was the hurt burning at her core so badly?
She escaped into cooking. She sliced potatoes and used some of the drippings of the bacon to make the skin of the home fries crispy. She hoped Tim slept well, probably drank too much after their night out. Who could blame him? She pulled out the carton of eggs and scrambled them in a bowl, adding milk. As the pan heated she felt soft hands on her. Tim.
“Morning. Sleep well?” She turned to find that he had shaved his face. “Oh my God!” Keira’s hands ran along the soft skin and smiled a giddy smile.
“Morning. I thought you might like it.”
“I love it.” She kissed his cheek gently.
His hands rolled over her hips and to the vertex of her crotch. His lips on her neck sent her reeling. “I need you.” He reached and turned the heat down on the stove. He pressed her over the counter.
“No. I can’t! Sir said I can’t!” She panted and pleaded, as he pulled her underwear down.
“I merely said you can’t come.” Jarred’s voice made them both freeze. His arms were crossed over his bare chest. “Do it Tim.” He commanded.
Keira’s legs shook as she stood there spread before Tim. Her need to come consumed and burned in her gut. As he slid inside her already clenching pussy she groaned, as she tried to push the feelings down. She looked in front of her. Something, anything, I need to concentrate on something else. Cooking! Shit! I better not burn this breakfast. I’ll be punished doubly. She heard Tim groan behind her. Wait was he done? That was easy. She did it. I did it. She smiled at herself on the inside, but now the ache turned to hurt and it gripped her so painfully inside. She stood and brushed her dress down. She didn’t want to look at anyone. Even Tim tried to touch her and she shook it off.
She finished making breakfast and set it for everyone at the table with a fake cheerful smile. Frustration festered at her core. “I’m going to take a shower.” Keira spoke quietly, barely bringing her gaze to meet Jarred’s eyes.
“Remember what I said.” Jarred reminded her.
She nodded. And stood to clear her plate.
He took her wrist. “Breakfast was delicious. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” She whispered and left when he released her.
Keira felt like a child as she pounded her feet up the stairs. She peeled the dirty clothes off from the night before. The warmth of the shower cured some of the raw emotion that bubbled at the surface.
“Keira.” Carrie’s voice interrupted her quiet serenity.
I can’t have any time to myself. “Yes? Did he send you here to make sure I behave?” Her words came out callous, sharper then she intended.
“Yes sort of.”
“Sorry. I’m just…” She sighed through the clear curtain.
“Frustrated.”
“Yes. It’s been quite a long time.”
“I thought sir had told you to come before you came here.” She questioned.
“Well vibrators never really give me a true orgasm. Just a quick release. Not really the same.” Keira rinsed the suds from her hair. She gently cleaned her folds, wiped the semen from Tim away.
“How long?”
“Hmm.” Keira had to think about it. “I think St. Patty’s weekend.” She turned off the shower. “And before that was sometime in January I think.”
“Holy Shit!”
Keira pulled the towel from the bar and wrapped her body. She smiled at Carrie’s slip up. “I’m used to it normally, but not being brought so close and then refused.” Keira admitted. “Am I supposed to wear something specific?”
“No, he’s not that kind of sir. Only when we play.” Carrie tapped her finger to her lips and then left.
Hmm okay. So much for a chaperone. Keira dried her hair with the towel and combed it out. She dragged her bag away from the wall.
“Let me help.”
Gulp. She was butt naked, bent over before Jarred. And her sexual frustration made her want to jump him. Hell, she would have jumped Carrie earlier if she had a dick.
“Um, thanks.” She squatted and took out a cream bra and panty set; then socks, dark skinny jeans and a teal shirt.
“Listen.” He sat on the bed.
Don’t sit there. She had to breathe slow calculated breaths. She laid her clothes beside him.
“I’m sorry about this morning. Carrie told me what you said. How your not tearing my eyes out, I’m not sure.”
“Eyes no.” She swallowed. She slid her panties up, hoping the barrier could hide the scent of her arousal, of need. Fuck…dick, yeah I could tear that out right now. She bit her lip to control her urge. She put on her bra and then sat to work on her jeans next. He had made her feel comfortable; normally she would have covered her scarred belly with her shirt.
“So what then?”
She blushed, which gave away her thoughts. “What’s the plan for today?” she pulled her jeans up and then reached for her shirt.
His hand stopped her as he took her forearm a sensation flooded her veins. She moaned on contact as her eyes closed. “We take care of you.” He said.
Her eyes opened and a tear ran down her cheek. “But-”
“Later we will do more. Trust me. A month without a real orgasm is torture enough.” The copper flecks in his eyes warmed her chest.
She bit her lip. “So. How?” She swallowed as her body began to shake. She had to sit because her legs were about to give out. Her hands gripped the edge of the bed and she looked to the floor.
He took her hand and she followed him out the door, with her shirt left on the bed. “Carrie.” His voice suddenly stern. “Tim.” He called. All of them trailed after Jarred and Keira, he still held her hand and walked her to the basement door.
The wooden door looked ominous and Keira’s pulse quickened as she ascended the stairs behind him half a step. Small wooden planks creaked and trembled below her quaking legs. She leaned into him as her knees were giving out.
“You okay?” He whispered as his hands took her waist.
“Mmm hmm. Nervous. My knees are weak.” Her eyes shifted away.
“Hmm.” He helped her down to the bottom.
There was a black massage table, which is where he led her. Keira looked around to see a pole in the center with an X in the center of that, a St. Andrews Cross. Leather straps hung from chains at the top and others lay on the cement floor. There was a small black leather looking bench. It looked like a saddle. Hmm. I’d like to be spanked over that.
“What are you thinking?” Jarred noticed her stare.
“Oh that.” She leaned back with his hands guiding her. “Looks like a spanking bench.”
A curve formed from his normally straight face. “And you want to be spanked?”
Oh God! Don’t kill me. “Maybe.” She squeaked, but she couldn’t pull her gaze from his penetrative one.
His brown eyes had lost all the light in the dark basement. His eyes locked on hers. “Not now. Ready?”
Her stomach tumbled upside down. She nodded in response to his question. She removed her pants, bra and underwear. He pushed her back gently onto the massage table and her eyes froze on the instruments above her head, fear is what she felt. Straps,
belts, paddles, whips, floggers and other things she didn’t even know what they were. They were all neatly lined in a row. She saw a cane, one of her soft limits. It scared the hell out of her and immediately she closed her eyes to focus, stave her body as it tried to overtake her will and shake. She whimpered at the slightest touch. Her hands cuffed, one at a time, then each leg-restrained to the table. The smell of leather filled her nose and she tried to focus on that.
“Keira. Open your eyes. Look at me.”
She obeyed and stared at him. Damn, he looks so strong standing there. He hadn’t even touched her yet. Her pussy fluttered and like ice melting she dripped down her soft labial folds in her widespread exposed state.
“I’m going to put these clamps on you now.” Jarred spoke low and evenly.
She nodded. They were a hell of a lot stronger then her own, or maybe she was more sensitive as her body yearned to be released. She cried out, but returned her gaze to his it never left hers. She panted as the pain seared. And then the heat translated into pleasure as it radiated out from her nipples, across her breasts and straight to the apex of her thighs. She could feel the wetness seeping out now. He moved to get something out of sight. She couldn’t control her breathing as her chest frantically moved.
Jarred opened a small box and pulled out a blindfold for Keira, he placed it over her eyes. Gently he brushed the hair from her face. He moved his hand from her wrists down her arms, over her curves; to her hips. Next he massaged her breasts around the clamps, then on the insides of her thighs.
Keira’s breath became more of a pant. Am I going to come from him massaging me? Her body trembled, as he continued his caress and moved down each leg to her feet. Her moans became louder and longer. She felt treasured, worshiped.
His hands slid up the insides of her thighs and then one hand rested as the apex. His thumb ran along the inside of her leg and pussy and it taunted her.
She tried to buck and move. Please, oh god, please. Her head rocked back and forth, as the binds kept her from moving freely. She whined and tears stained the mask.
He relented and slid a finger inside, which caused her to sigh out in relief, then two fingers, and than came the moans. His thumb bumped her clit with each slow movement in and out.
She licked her lips and whimpered, “Please, sir.”
He picked up the pace and added another hand on top which increased the pressure and pleasure.
She alternated between breathless inaudible words and shrieks, as her body inched closer, as her flesh warmed, as her cheeks turned pink. As her orgasm took hold, her breath became frozen inside her for a moment.
“Come for me Keira.” Jarred’s voice pierced her thoughts. She had forgotten where she was, who it was, but her body didn’t care.
Her body clenched and every muscle within her did. “Oh god!” Her chin pressed to her chest for a moment before she let it fall back again. “Oh my god, thank you.” She kept repeating that phrase until she let the sleepiness of the endorphins take over.
The mask was removed and Jarred sat there and smiled at her. “Feeling better?”
“Yes.” She said weakly and flushed. She saw Tim in the corner; however he seemed to be smiling as well.
*****
Tim was smiling, though his thoughts were splintered with bits of jealously that he was unable to be the one to bring her to that fantastic orgasm she so desperately needed. He enjoyed watching her, listening to her, smelling her. Her face contorting into beautiful ecstasy, even under that black satiny mask he could see that. Tim did as Jarred had said, he watched what he did. Jarred seemed to adjust his hands to suit what Keira needed in the moment. And he was right, the mask heightened her arousal level, not that she needed it. I wonder if it helped her relax. His thoughts wandered, as he hoped that her thoughts were that it was him.
The entire scene was arousing and Jarred did specifically speak with him before and asked him permission of sorts. Tim felt more at ease with him now. Jarred was becoming his mentor and even Carrie was sweet answering any questions he had.
Chapter 12
Somewhere along the way, Tim had cancelled their hotel room and they had become permanent fixtures at Jarred’s house. Keira made breakfast most days, she enjoyed that she could please and repay Jarred for his hospitality at least.
After breakfast that morning Carrie took her turn to teach Tim some basics in the basement. Asking Tim what he’d like to try out, practicing on the correct way to hold the different implements, how to use them, and where to administer them properly. Safety lessons as it were. Keira and Jarred joined them shortly after. Jarred stayed back and allowed Carrie to continue her lesson. She being a switch means she is also a Domme, although normally her submissives are women. However, her lesson did not go into more then just verbal discussion and positioning.
Keira watched Jarred from the corner of her eye; there was a sparkle, something there, an admiration maybe. Although Jarred’s arms were crossed, he seemed fully at ease to let Carrie be in control, almost relishing it. Keira saw Jarred turn to her and quickly she shifted her vision away. I should be paying attention.
That afternoon when they entered the dungeon Keira found herself strapped up like an offering on an X, at the pole. The St Andrews cross. Her nerves rattled when Jarred left her because his eyes weren’t on her, reassuring her. When he returned she felt a sense of calm.
But then his demeanor changed, harder, and her heart nearly stopped at the swaying leather tails in front of her open vulnerability. A flogger, she’d talked about it with him on the phone. Please take it easy on me. She was uncertain how her body would react.
His hand first touched her pussy; she was becoming more familiar to that, more at ease. He backed away, his sleeves were rolled up like this job would take a toll on him; not her. The first one bit hard at her sex and she screamed out.
“Breathe.” Words whispered in her ear. Carrie’s words.
She hadn’t realized she wasn’t. Am I? Her eyes closed and she felt her body drifting away from her. She leaned her head back into the X. Focus Keira. She opened her eyes, determined she stared at him. Ready for the next blow, another scream, but then she wanted it again. Her eyes narrowed, as her lust began to take over. She could feel her sex dripping now.
“Little one, what do you think?” He asked, as his hand rubbed her and the tingling sensation made her legs quake.
She moaned in need of him, for more, for pleasure now. “Please, sir.” Keira pleaded.
“Oh you got your treat yesterday.”
She bowed her head, saddened by this news. “Yes, sir. What can I do to please you? Sir.”
“I’m going to spank you.”
Keira’s mouth curled up, she couldn’t help it. She tried to fight it. “Yes, sir.”
He saw her and she hoped he wouldn’t take it out on her ass. He released the cuffs from her ankles and then her hands. They had pinched her skin and she rubbed that pain away. She still had the nipple clamps on and he took them in his index finger and lightly tugged, her knees bowed, as she cried out.
“Please, sir.” The light pull sent her head swirling, as the pain seared through her chest and sent a shot of pleasure straight to her pussy. His other hand gripped her hip, as she leaned on him to steady herself.
“You alright?”
“Yes. Weak in the knees, sir.” As he released the chain, she fixed her posture and pulled back. She hadn’t expected that question from him.
“No spanking bench for you then.” His look was determined.
Her eyes fell and she tried to hide her disappointment. She stood there and watched him walk over; sit on the massage table. “Come here. Tim, you too. Come watch.”
She walked over unsure what he intended. The cold concrete on her bare feet pulled her back from the plateau she had been on. She stood before him and he patted his leg. She bit her lip.
“Keira, over my knee.” He commanded.
She awkwardly tried to figure it out. He let out a
sigh and grabbed her right hip; shoved her into position. Shifted her body slightly, aligned her to his. Drips of her arousal dropped onto his perfectly crisp pants, she could feel the tickle, as they left her lips. He hadn’t even started. She grinned ear to ear, as his hand grasped her flesh. Ouch!
He grabbed it harder now. Then a crack hit her ears before her body registered the pain. Her body jolted, as the leather strap of the belt blazed a hot track of pain straight across her butt. When did he take that off?
The excitement built again with each additional hit, he broke in between for a tease, to feel her soaking pussy. And then one last Thwat! –which landed just below her butt, on both her thighs.
“Ahh.” She clenched her arms around his leg with the hurt that throbbed and pulsed through her pain receptors. She pressed her cheek against his leg, forced her tears to stay away, but her face reddened as the arousal took hold of her. His hand rubbed the welts and it made her squirm. The pain was relieved and somehow lessened, almost like he was kissing them away.
“Okay. You can get up. Come here.” He said, as he helped her. “Do you know what that punishment was for?”
“For omitting the truth sir; for not telling you I had sex with Tim.” She was on his lap, but her bottom still hurt with a vengeful sting. She spoke hiding in her curtain of hair. She repeated what he had told her before he started.
He pulled her from her quiet place after a moment, tugged her chin to make her face him. “Yes.” His firm hand molded to her cheek, so soft, gentle and caressed her. He put his arm around her and her face rested on his shoulder.
He smelled nice, different then Tim. Spruce, piney but not a car freshener scent. It was subtle and almost sweet. She allowed her eyes to close as she calmed her breath, until his hand came so close to her skin. It hovered over her pert nipple, the heat radiated from it. She sucked in a breath and her head moved instinctively, as she moaned. Her forehead pressed into the crook of his neck and her body turned into him, which in turn forced his hand to touch her. She gasped. They were still tethered by the chain, by the nipple clamps. Tender. Her whole body was wrapped in a second skin that tingled like pins in needles, it wanted, needed, and called for attention.