by Desiree Holt
And he hadn’t done anything yet but kiss her!
Hell. He couldn’t remember the last time, if ever, he’d felt this addicted to a woman. He’d better keep his wits about him or he’d lose the control so essential to this relationship.
He allowed himself another moment to trail his mouth down the column of her neck and suck on each rosy nipple. Then he forced himself to pull away, fisting his hands to get his breathing under control.
Alex looked at her, flushed, her breasts heaving with each breath, and wondered if he’d ever get enough of her. “Remove the skirt,” he ordered, shoving his hands in his pockets to keep from ripping the garment off himself.
Still keeping her gaze properly lowered, she unfastened the one button, slid the zipper down and let the skirt fall to the floor. She stepped out of the puddle of fabric and waited for his next instruction.
“Go to the bed and bend over the footboard. Spread your arms wide.”
Obediently, she moved to the bed and arranged herself as he directed, her nicely rounded ass presented for him. He ran the palm of one hand over each cheek. Squeezing and lightly pinching. Liz raised on her tiptoes and wiggled her ass.
“Impertinent sub,” he chuckled.
He studied her for a moment then brought the flat of his hand down on her skin. She jerked slightly, startled, but made no sound. He smiled at the reddened marks of his fingers on her skin.
“I think a little discipline might be in order here.” He bent low and put his mouth next to her ear. “But you enjoy the punishment, don’t you, Elizabeth? The pain ramps up your desire.” When she didn’t answer him right away, he spanked her again. Then his fingers dipped between her thighs to the folds of her cunt and found them coated with her cream.
Oh, yeah. She definitely was into this. His cock flexed against the restraint of his slacks.
“Well?” he prompted.
“Yes,” she breathed. “I do.”
Yeah, he’d thought so that first night from her reaction to their session. Now he was sure.
“I can accommodate that.” As he talked to her, his hand smoothed down her back and over her ass again in long slow glides. “I can give you the kind of pain that will bring you incredible pleasure. Last time was just a taste.”
He stood up and looked at her for a long moment. Then he reached to one side of the bed and lifted a leather cuff attached to it. Buckling carefully around one wrist of an outstretched arm, he pulled a similar one from the other side and fastened it in place. Now she was completely immobilized. She could move her legs, but she wasn’t going anywhere and her movement was very restricted.
Man, this was definitely going to be good.
He studied the display of instruments against the wall, finally deciding on a flat paddle and a crop. His hand itched for the cane, but Liz was so recently back in the scene he’d have to work her up to it.
Alex slid the paddle lightly back and forth across her ass, teasing her with the anticipation of its kiss on her body. She shifted her feet again, rising on tiptoe to lift herself to him. His cock throbbed in answer. He would punish her and tease her and then fuck her senseless.
“Ten strokes with the paddle,” he said.
Lifting the instrument, he smacked one ass cheek, paused, then smacked the other one. Again. And again. Every stroke of the paddle brought a corresponding pulse to his cock, a tug to his balls. His body was hot but not from exertion. Just the sight of her reddened ass made him want to throw the damn paddle to the side, rip off his clothes and plunge inside her. Although the punishment was always as stimulating to him as to his subs, it had never before delivered this gut-twisting bolt of lightning.
His gaze was locked on the quivering flesh of her buttocks. With each kiss of the leather on her flesh, low moans rolled from deep inside her. After five strokes, she began trying to evade the paddle yet at the same time he understood the sounds she made were as much from arousal as from pain.
Eight strokes.
“Ohh,” she cried and danced on her toes, trying to pull away from him, then lifting to him. When he finished with the paddle, he dropped it onto the table and probed her with his fingers again. She was drenched, and Alex wondered briefly if he could make her come just by disciplining her. Something else to work on.
He stared at her reddened ass, the sight almost making him forget everything else, rip off his clothes, and drive himself into her body. No sub had ever mesmerized him the way Liz did. Elizabeth. If he’d thought to get her out of his system, he was obviously very much mistaken.
What the hell had he stepped into here?
He leaned over her again, brushed her damp hair aside and kissed her cheek streaked with perspiration. Her body still quivered slightly with the aftereffects of the paddling.
“So responsive,” he murmured. “And your ass is such a gorgeous shade of red.”
He slid his hand over the flaming skin and thrust his fingers back inside her. Immediately, the walls of her pussy clamped down on them, and he felt tiny spasms ripple through her.
“Don’t come,” he warned. “Not until and unless I tell you to.” He shifted his hand so one finger touched her clit. When he brushed it back and forth, she tensed and whimpered. “If I decided to I would stand here for a long time and tease this puffy bit of flesh and still not let you come. And just to make sure you know who’s in charge I think a little more discipline is in order.”
She squeezed her thighs against his arm, still making those delicious little sounds.
He picked up the crop and ran it along the backs of her thighs and the crease where thigh and buttocks met. Then down one leg and up the other.
“Let’s see if we can make that beautiful ass even redder.”
With the first blow from the paddle, Liz had tumbled into the familiar embrace of subspace, confident that Alex would not abuse the trust she gave him. Her entire ass was on fire, the heat radiating into her pussy, her thighs, and her very swollen clit. Oh, god, when he rubbed her clit the way he did, she had to bite down hard on her lip not to lose control. Alex Wright knew exactly how to administer discipline, to create the right level of pain for maximum arousal.
Her nipples were like hard diamonds and her pussy throbbed, cream wetting her thighs. She wanted his cock inside her so badly she was ready to beg for it.
Please fuck me, please fuck me, please fuck me.
But she knew that the wait would be worth it. And the discipline only increased the anticipation.
When she felt the hard length of the crop skating over her skin, her entire body clenched.
Yes.
Alex Wright was apparently a master at punishment, administering just the right amount of pain for the maximum amount of pleasure. It had been so long. So long since she’d been in this erotic no man’s land of total bliss. The remembered caress of the pain, the throbbing of every pulse point in response…
Yes. This is what she’d missed.
The hard length of the crop came down on her ass with a sharp bite, and a corresponding gush of arousal flooded her pussy. The next stroke and the next. One burning cheek, then the other. There was no rhythm, no cadence, so she couldn’t even anticipate when the next one might fall.
And over it all, the insistent pulsing waves in her cunt.
“Ten strokes,” he announced again. “Two more to go.”
Whack! Whack!
Oh, god, she was on fire everywhere.
His mouth touched her ass, scorching her as he trailed kisses over the tormented flesh. Then his tongue, a soothing swipe on one side then the other. His hands slid across her buttocks, up her back, and down her outstretched arms.
“Real good, Elizabeth,” he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. “I think I’ll give you a little reward.”
Oh, yes, thank you, thank you. Anything.
He released the cuffs on her wrists and massaged each arm slowly before turning her over and lifting her so she was sitting on the edge of the bed. His gaze raked over her
body.
“You have the most gorgeous breasts.” Lust thickened his voice.
He cupped the mounds in his hands, bent his head, and pulled one nipple deep into his mouth. Liz had to fight against the wave of desire that surged through her. She wanted to run her fingers through his thick hair, but he hadn’t given her permission to do anything but sit the way he’d placed her, so she balanced on her palms and prayed for control.
He took a long time with her nipples, first one then the other. When at last he lifted his head, he slid his hands over her hips to her ass and pinched the still burning cheeks.
“Red’s a good color for you,” he teased. Then he stepped back and began to remove his clothes. “Don’t move. Stay just like that. And look directly at my eyes.”
When he stood before her naked, she couldn’t stop herself from dropping her gaze to take him in. His magnificent cock rose thick and straight from his body, the heavy sac of his balls hanging below it against his thighs.
“I thought I told you to keep your eyes locked with mine. Bad, bad sub. Do you need another punishment session?”
“I-I’m sorry, Sir. It’s just…” She clenched her fists.
His smile was sensuous, and a wicked gleam shone in his eyes. “I’ll forgive you this time. But only because you’re so good for my ego.” He stepped forward and moved her slightly back on the bed. “For the last forty-eight hours, all I could think about was how your mouth felt on my cock. It pushed everything else from my mind.”
He stood between her legs, holding his shaft, lightly stroking up and down.
“Th-thank you, Sir.”
“I want you to do it again, Elizabeth. But tonight I don’t want to come in your mouth. Tonight I’m going to fuck your cunt. But because you took your discipline so well I’m going to let you come twice.” He stroked her cheek gently, rubbed his thumb across her lower lip, then spread her thighs wide. “Sit just like that.”
She watched as he stepped to the table, studied the items on it, and returned with a dildo in one hand and a set of clamps in the other.
“These will look great on your nipples,” he purred, placing the dildo beside her. He pulled each nipple in turn, rolling and tugging before tightening the little gold vises on each one.
Liz bit her lip as the first streaks of pain shot through her breasts, then sighed as the pleasure overrode it.
He nudged her onto her back, picked up the dildo, and eased it into her very drenched pussy. She sucked in a breath at the sensation, glad to have something, anything, filling her.
“Here’s how it goes,” he said, pulling her upright again. “I’m going to turn this on, and while it does its work, you’re going to suck my cock. But when you’re about to climax pull back. I will let you come and then I’m going to fuck you and make you come again.”
He reached between her legs and pressed the bottom of the dildo. The moment the vibrations began to rocket through her, she knew it wouldn’t take long for her to crest. Alex put a hand on the back of her head and urged it toward him. She took his erection in her hand and licked it, swiping her tongue up one side and down the other before taking the length of him into her mouth.
His hand kept her head in place, giving her no chance to do anything but work him as hard as she could. An exercise in discipline because the vibrator was driving her to a point of no return. She felt every sensation throughout her body, even to her very sore ass. The desire in her swirled and twisted. The more intense it grew, the harder she sucked his cock.
Her entire body shivered delicately as pleasure ripped through her, the walls of her pussy clutching and clamping at the vibrating dildo. Sensations racked her from head to toe, and still his hand was firm on her head, his cock filling her mouth. She tried to monitor herself so she pulled back at the right moment, and when she felt ready to explode she cried out around the thickness in her mouth.
“All right, Elizabeth.” He released her head. “Now.”
He tipped her back on the bed, her legs spread even wider. He bent over her, watching her face, one hand massaging her clit.
Oh, oh, oh!
“Keep your eyes open, Elizabeth.”
She wanted to close them, but she didn’t dare, instead keeping them locked on his face, flushed with erotic desire. His eyes hot and demanding. Cresting the wave she crashed, spinning and whirling, her entire body shaking. She tried again to squeeze her legs together, but Alex would have none of it.
“Wide open, Elizabeth.” He stroked her clit over and over while the dildo did its work. “God, you’re beautiful when you come.”
She was still shivering with aftershocks when he pulled the dildo from her, sheathed himself in a condom and, still standing, plunged into her.
Oh, oh, oh!
He was so big. So thick. So enormous. She was glad he’d made her come before entering her or she might have had trouble taking him. But she was wet and soft and her pussy molded around him.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered. “And grab my shoulders.”
When she did, he pushed into her even deeper, his hands gripping her tender ass. Her internal walls were still pulsing from her unfinished orgasm, and he was pushing her toward the peak again.
“Get ready,” he whispered.
Using his strength to hold her against him, he pounded into her, thrust after trust, riding her like a stallion with a mare in heat. Her nipples cried out from the clamps, and his fingers tormented her burning buttocks. But every part of her focused on his cock inside her and the intense pleasure building and building and building. He seemed to know exactly when she reached that point again.
“I’m there, sugar. Come with me.”
As if she could hold herself back. He drove into her once, twice, his body stiffened and this time they spun out together. She could feel the hot gush of his semen through the thin latex as he erupted, and she was right there with him, drenching him with her own liquid.
She lost all sense of where she was. Of self. Of anything except the powerful spasms gripping and shaking her until she thought she would fly apart. Everything faded to black except this man, his cock inside her, and the uncontrolled riot of sensations that plucked at every nerve and muscle.
Alex held her to him, her body riding his, until the last of the spasms had died away from both of them. Then he eased her back down on the bed, slid carefully from her body, and went to dispose of the condom.
When he removed the nipple clamps, he soothed each tortured bud with his mouth through the first surge of pain. Then he lay down on the bed, curling her against his chest while her heartbeat returned to something like normal and her breathing evened out. He caressed her back, her very sore buttocks, and her arm with incredible tenderness.
Then he cupped her chin, tilted her face to his, and kissed her so thoroughly she felt it clear to her toes.
“I think I’ll have to buy the Hallidays a case of their favorite wine,” he told her.
“Oh? Why is that?”
“If they’d never brought you here the other night, none of this would have happened and I’d be missing something very special.” His face sobered. “Do you trust me, Liz?”
Liz. Ah. They were out of D/s roles now. “Of course. I wouldn’t be here with you if I didn’t. Why?”
“Because I’d really like to see you outside of Rawhide, but I sense something’s preventing you. Can you trust me enough to step outside these walls and allow us to be just Liz and Alex?”
Put herself out there again? Be an idiot once more? Uh-uh. No way.
When she didn’t say anything, he sighed, but then he smiled. “We’ll just take it one night at a time. If I asked you to come back here tomorrow night, would it be too soon?”
Three nights this week? Two weekend nights out? Things were moving so fast here. And what if her staff was keeping tabs on her comings and goings?
Alex brushed his mouth against hers and traced her eyebrows with a fingertip.
“Don’t over think it
, okay? Please?” He put his mouth closed to her ear. “Besides, tomorrow night I want to fuck you with that plug in your ass. And maybe have another treat or two for you.”
No, she couldn’t do it. Even though she wanted to. But she didn’t want him to find someone else, either.
His arms tightened around her. “All right, Liz. I won’t push it. I don’t want this to end before we really get started. But I want to see you here next Tuesday. Nine o’clock.”
The Dom voice was back.
She sighed and swallowed a smile. “Yes, Sir.”
Chapter Six
It was early evening. Liz had showered away the dirt of the day and put on her boxers and T-shirt she slept in. She was sipping a glass of wine and wondering if it was wise for her to meet Alex again tomorrow night when the phone rang.
“I’m just the messenger here,” Katie began, “so don’t shoot me.”
Liz frowned to herself. “About what?”
“Alex asked Reece to ask me to call you and plead his case.” She laughed. “God, are we in high school here? So anyway, here I am.”
“About what?” she asked again.
“First of all, let me assure you this has nothing to do with whatever does or does not go on between you and Alex at Rawhide. So let’s get that out of the way.”
“Katie, wait-”
But Katie rolled along as if Liz hadn’t said a word. “He has not discussed any details of whatever’s going on between the two of you, nor would he. If Reece didn’t check the sign-in sheets once a week, he’d never even have known you went back to the club.”
Liz felt the knot in her stomach unclench. She’d been worried about how to handle this part of her life when the place she went to conduct it was owned by friends. So far no problems, and she and Alex had been meeting three times a week for almost a month. She’d gotten to where she anticipated these meetings more than she’d expected and was having to work very hard to compartmentalize. Alex Wright was like a drug working its way through her system, and she’d already been in that rehab once, thank you very much.