Slapping Leather

by Desiree Holt

  Alex studied the woman standing before him, sensing a skittishness he often found in horses that had been mistreated by their masters. Was that what had happened to Liz Gillibrand. Had some man abused her trust?

  She was striking, with her strawberry blonde hair and her startling green eyes, and skin that, despite hours in the sun, still had a delicate appearance to it. His cock pressed painfully against the restraining leather of his pants, making him aware of just how much he was attracted to this woman.

  “Take off your clothes,” he told her in a firm voice. “Now.”

  Her hands trembled slightly as she obediently she reached behind her neck and unfastened the button holding the halter top in place. Just as slowly, she undid the one keeping the rest of the fabric in place, folded the garment, and set it on a nearby chair.

  When she unzipped the short skirt and let it slide down her legs, Alex had to stop himself from dropping to his knees in front of her and lapping at her cunt. Jesus, she was a feast. Slender from all her hard work with the horses but still with nicely rounded curves he wanted to run his hands over. He’d been with a lot of women in his life, but he’d never met one who turned him on the way Liz Gillibrand did, or who reached out to him so emotionally. He had to be careful here. He had a very strong sense she was dealing with issues of some kind, and he needed to work around them very carefully.

  “Leave your boots on for the moment, take off your thong and hand it to me,” he commanded.

  She shimmied out of the scrap of material and held it out to him on her fingertips. He crushed it to his nose, inhaling her musk. Then he tossed it to the chair where the rest of her clothes were. He had developed a reputation of iron control, but now he was flirting dangerously with it. What had started as a gamed to him, a way to interact with a woman who turned him on, had suddenly turned into something far deeper, and he needed to be very, very careful here.

  “Now the boots. But turn the other way when you reach down to take them off. I want to see your ass and your pussy.”

  She turned obediently and bent down to remove first one boot, then the other. Her ass was provocatively displayed, and as she widened her stance to work on the boots, he saw the tempting sight of her glistening cunt.

  His cock swelled so painfully he wondered if he’d damaged himself. Heat surged through his balls. He couldn’t ever remember a time when he’d reacted this way to a woman. Or even allowed himself to imagine it. He was a Dom very comfortable in his own skin, well respected, and not looking for anything permanent. He enjoyed his single status too much. Until now. This woman was about to turn his life upside down and she didn’t even know it.

  “Now turn and face me,” he commanded. “And keep your hands at your sides.”

  He lifted a set of nipple clamps from the table at the side and pinched one taut bud until it stiffened. Taking a moment to swirl his tongue around it, moistening it, he placed one of the clamps on it and tightened the grip until the peak swelled and darkened. Liz tensed at the first bite of the clamp but otherwise gave him no reaction. He moved to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment, then stood back to admire his handiwork.

  Jesus! The sight of her made his mouth go dry and heat surge through his blood.

  Slowly, Alex, old boy. This one is very special, and you don’t want to scare her away.

  His friends would have a good laugh if they knew the master swordsman was about to take an unexpected tumble. And he had to do it while still holding the reins that controlled this situation.

  “Climb onto the bench,” he told her. “Balance on your knees and forearms so your ass is elevated.”

  He allowed himself a moment to ease his hand over the line of her back, the swell of her ass, marveling at the silken softness of her skin. He dipped his fingers into the slick wetness of her cunt, then brought them to his nostrils to inhale her scent. The level of his testosterone shot off the charts.

  Oh, yeah. He was in big trouble here.

  “Some rules first.” Liz could feel his eyes on her as he walked slowly around the bench. “What’s your safeword? I never play without it.”

  “Lullaby.”

  He chuckled. “Interesting choice. All right, then. At any time, if for any reason you want me to stop, simply say the word and we’re done.”

  She nodded, keeping her eyes lowered.

  “You are to call me Sir. I prefer that to Master. And obedience is a must. Any hesitation at all and your Sir will punish you. Clear?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She was so hot already, but the basic familiar instructions aroused her even more. Liz could slowly but steadily feel herself falling back into the familiar sanctuary of subspace.

  “You body is mine to do with as I wish,” he continued. “It is for my pleasure, and mine only. Your pleasure is only at my discretion. No matter what I do to you, you absolutely will not come until I give you permission. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she repeated.

  He paused beside the bench and delivered an open-handed smack to one cheek of her ass. She jerked automatically but then held herself still.

  “Good. You’re an obedient sub.”

  Without warning, he landed another hard smack on her ass. Then the blows came in quick succession, each one harder than the one before, until her ass felt as if it was on fire. She knew her cunt certainly was.

  “Ah. Dripping.”

  She heard the satisfaction in his voice as he probed her slit. Easing out slowly, he took a moment to circle her opening before moving in front of her. He lifted his hand and inhaled the cream that clung to it before holding it out to her. “Lick my fingers. Until they’re clean.”

  Liz ran her tongue over the surface of his fingers, licking her cream from them until she’d cleaned every inch of the skin. Her own taste lingered on her tongue, a combination of sweet and tart.

  “Nothing is to be denied to your Sir.” He was in full Dom mode. “Punishment for any offense is at my discretion, both in type and intensity. Are we clear on that?”

  “Yes.” She wet her lips. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Excellent. We’ll get along just fine. Keep your head bowed and your eyes on the bench in front of you.”

  She heard him moving around behind her, the opening and closing of a cupboard door, the rattle and clink of objects. The anticipation ramped up her stimulation to a higher level. Her nipples ached from the clamps on them and her cunt pulsed with unsatisfied need. But she knew Alex was in control and that in itself was incredibly exciting. She wanted this. No, craved it. And she’d been without for so long.

  In the next moment, she saw his legs in front of her and then felt folded silk pressed to her eyes. A blindfold. Cream gushed in her pussy as he tied it securely behind her head. How did he know she craved the darkness a blindfold could bring? Everything else was heightened, ultrasensitive.

  He chuckled as if reading her thoughts. “I had a feeling you loved this. I enjoy keeping my subs in the dark. It intensifies everything.”

  Yes. Yes, yes, yes.

  “I believe discipline is the key to a successful relationship. Just enough to let my sub know the rules are to be enforced and I’m to be obeyed. Since this is our first session together I’ll ask this one time—are you agreeable? We need to firmly establish who’s in charge here, Elizabeth.” He paused. “In here, as my sub, you will be Elizabeth, not Liz. Nod your head if you understand.”

  She swallowed and bobbed her head up and down.

  “Good.”

  More movement. Then the familiar feel of a suede flogger trailing across the backs of her thighs and the bottom of her ass. Without thinking, she wriggled her hips, silently inviting him to apply the instrument.

  “Ah, you like this. Good. This is one of my favorites.”

  Leather slid around first one thigh and then the other. Thigh cuffs were cinched tight and Liz heard metal clank of narrow chains as they were locked into place on either side of the bench. Next were cuffs that encircled wrists and upper a
rms. Liz felt the tension in her limbs as he locked them into place. When he was finished her arms were secured n such a way that she could neither lift them nor bend them in any other fashion. She effectively restrained in that position, open to whatever he chose to do.

  “You know this sets the tone for future play,” he drawled.

  Future? Did he plan for them to do this again? Did she want to?

  Damn right. She was reacting to him more intensely than she had to any other Dom since…

  Don’t go there. Pleasure. Think pleasure.

  The very thought of more sessions with this man made her pussy throb even more. While she was still digesting the possibility, the flogger hit the bottom of her ass with a hard thwack! Pain rocketed through her, but the bite of it brought so much pleasure she was sure her cunt was gushing. Her inner walls quivered.

  Thwack! The flogger struck again. And again. The multiple suede straps each kissing her skin with a sharp bite. Heat surged across the globes of her buttocks, down her thighs, and into her cunt.

  “Your ass is looking very hot,” Alex commented as he continued to deliver the strokes.

  They came in no particular rhythm. Sometimes in quick succession so she barely had time to catch her breath from one before the next one struck. Other times the pattern was irregular. Just when she was sure he was finished, here came the next one.

  Then they stopped, and his hand caressed the burning skin. Fingers probed her dripping cunt, and he gave a murmur of satisfaction.

  “Oh, yeah. Your flesh nearly scorches my fingers, and your cunt is plenty juicy. I think we are ready for the next stage.”

  Liz tried to imagine what the next instrument delivering delicious pain would be. While she was turning the possibilities over in her mind, she felt something hard and smooth pressed against the backs of her thighs. A crop! Oh, sweet heaven. She’d had a Dom whose favorite instrument was the crop, and he knew exactly how to wield it to arouse her beyond the point of reason. Would Alex have the same talent?

  Please, yes. Please, please.

  “Let’s see how this arouses you, sub.” His voice was thick with barely controlled lust.

  She jerked when the crop bit into the bottom of her ass, and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. She had no idea if Alex was the kind of Dom who was turned on by the reaction to pleasure/pain or not. But in the next moment she found out.

  His hand cupped her chin. “Don’t stifle your sounds, Elizabeth. I love the cries and whimpers. Let it go.”

  Yes. It was as arousing to him as it was to her.

  When the crop fell again, she didn’t hold back, crying out, rocking as much as the restraints allowed. Again there was no rhythm to strokes. Fast, three in succession, then nothing. Then two. Nothing again. She had no time to anticipate, to prepare. She had tumbled down into subspace, the place where the pleasure overrode the pain and her body wanted nothing but to achieve maximum orgasm.

  After one particularly loud scream, he stopped and caressed her cheek. “Enough? Should I stop? I usually like to apply ten, but…”

  She shook her head rapidly. Even though it had been so long for her, if she stopped him now he’d probably make her dress and leave, and that was the last thing she wanted. Past rejection still festered in her soul. “No. Please, Sir. I want all ten.”

  “Are you sure? This is the first night for us. Besides, it’s been quite a while for you.”

  “Please, please. If you want me to beg, I will.” It had been so long for her that she had to know she could take whatever he had to give, now and in the future.

  He bent down, turned her face, and kissed her mouth. “No need to beg. I won’t stop. You are going to be such a good sub, Elizabeth.” He stood up. “Ten it is.”

  She tried to count after that. Was that eight? Or nine?

  “Ten.” The word had a finality to it. “Ten strokes with the crop, Elizabeth. I think that’s enough for tonight, but let’s check.”

  His hand smoothed over the burning cheeks of her ass then downward until his fingers were sliding into her pussy.

  “Damn, but you’re wet.” His voice had a rough edge. His fingers separated her labia. “And swollen. Oh, yeah. Nice and swollen.” His hand smacked her deliberately on her pussy lips before he sought her clit and pinched it. Hard.

  Liz had to grit her teeth to hold herself together. The urge to come was so strong it took every ounce of her personal control to keep from unraveling. She moaned as his fingers continued to probe and tease her ravenous flesh.

  “Hold back,” he drawled. “You know it will be worth it.”

  Liz heard the sound of boots hitting the floor, then the whisper of fabric. He was undressing. God, what she wouldn’t give to see him naked. See that wonderful body in all its muscled glory. But at the moment she was just happy to catch her breath.

  His fingers gently pried her lips open, and the head of his cock edged into her mouth.

  “Suck me,” he ordered. “I want to come in your mouth.”

  So there was to be no relief for her tonight? She wanted to cry in frustration.

  Alex laughed. “Poor little subby. So horny. Don’t worry. I won’t leave you hanging.” He bent and put his mouth to her ear. “But I’m not going to fuck you tonight. I’m saving that. And I promise it will be worth it. So open wide.”

  She opened her mouth as wide as she could, wishing her hands were free so she could wrap her fingers around his erection. He thrust forward until the head of his penis bumped the roof of her mouth. Automatically, her lips closed around him, and she slid her head back and forth as much as her restraints allowed.

  “You just worry about how you use that hot little mouth. I’ll take care of the rest.”

  And he did. She licked his length with her tongue, pulled hard with her lips, and scraped him with her teeth. Alex rocked back and forth, his hips pushing toward her, each time his cock sinking deeper into her mouth. His hands gripped her head, tilting it this way and that for the best angle. They caught a rhythm together. He drove in and out as she pulled and sucked and his fingers brushed against her as they wrapped around the chain linking the nipple clamps and tugged gently. As his movements became more forceful, he yanked on the chain, her nipples shrieking with the rough edge of pain.

  She could tell by his groans when he was getting near. Then his body tensed, he thrust hard one last time and semen exploded in her mouth. Thick and hot it slid down her throat as fast as she could swallow. When his cock flexed for the last time, his grip on her head relaxed. She opened her mouth, and his shaft slid free.

  “Very good.” He sounded ravaged, spent. “Better than that. Damn good.” He slapped her still stringing ass. “Now it’s your turn.”

  She heard him moving around again, but he didn’t release any of the restraints or undo the blindfold. The next thing she felt was his fingers at the tiny pucker of her asshole, rubbing cool gel onto and into it. Two fingers plunged inside her, massaging the gel into her hot dark tissues.

  In a moment, she felt the pressure of a butt plug stretching her as he slowly forced it inside. More, more, more, filling her until…

  There. It was in. Shivers raced through her and her pussy quivered.

  “Next time I put this in your fine little ass,” he told her, “I’m going to fuck you, fill both holes. Fill you up so much you’ll feel it in every nerve ending.”

  Yes, yes, yes, yes. Oh, please.

  “But for tonight, a little something else.” His hands moved between her thighs, and something cold clamped onto her clit. “You’ll get to come, sugar, but I have to leave you wanting more.”

  Whatever was on her clit suddenly began to vibrate, waves of sensation pulsing through her. She was already so horny, had held herself back for so long, that it took only seconds before she convulsed, the waves of a powerful orgasm gripping her.

  The walls of her pussy spasmed, hungry for something to grip. Her entire body shuddered as wave after wave of erotic pleasure swept throug
h her. The restraints only enhanced the power of the climax, her body shaking with the force of it. It went on and on, the little vibrator strumming her clit, the plug wedged tight in her ass, and Alex’s fingers at her cunt, holding it open so he could watch every flutter and tremble.

  Finally, she dropped her head to her forearms, her body covered with perspiration, chest heaving, heart thundering in her chest. She felt Alex’s fingers inside her, rubbing and sliding, coaxing the last of the aftershocks from her.

  Then the vibrator stopped, the plug was removed from her ass and the restraints released. Then the clamps. He gently rubbed her nipples as the first pain of release stabbed at her. The blindfold was last, just before he lifted and turned her and stretched her out full length on the bench. Kneeling beside her, he massaged her arms and legs, easing the soreness in the muscles from being so long in one position.

  “You’re an excellent sub, Elizabeth.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “Next time no panties or bra.”

  No lingerie? Naked beneath her clothes? “But—”

  “But you don’t argue with your Sir.”

  She lowered her eyes. “No, Sir.”

  He bent his head and took her mouth, lightly at first then thrusting a marauding tongue inside. And she realized this was the first time tonight they had kissed. He took a long time at it, too, sliding his tongue inside her mouth and tasting every inch of the slick surface. Then he moved his mouth to her tortured nipples, lightly sucking each one and licking with his tongue to soothe them.

  She turned her head to rake her eyes over his naked body.

  “Would you…Could I ask you to stand up, please? Sir.”

  He smiled and rose to his full height. His cock, though spent, was still a powerful sight resting against his pubic curls. His sac hung heavily against his muscular thighs. She looked up and took in the hard wall of his chest and the dark hair covering it. She reached out a hand, then quickly pulled it back, remembering his instructions.

  He smiled. “It’s all right, Elizabeth. Touch me. Go ahead.”

  He was firm and warm, the power radiating from him almost palpable. She touched everything she could reach before letting her arm fall limply to her side.