Caught

by Stone, Piper

  Lola licked her lips, shifting then spreading her legs. She reached out, allowing her fingers to dance across my chest, fingering my nipple, finally tweaking one then the other.

  I brushed the backs of my fingers across her nipples, my balls swelling when she arched her back just enough, as if begging me to pinch and pluck. Unable to resist, I pulled one hardened rosy bud between my fingers, twisting until she moaned.

  Panting, she slid the flat of her hand down my chest to my groin, twirling her finger in the black curls surrounding my cock. The sensations roaring into my body were sizzling, creating a wave of electricity that I could tell she shared. “Are you wet?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Do you hunger?”

  Her eyes darted up to mine, her eyelids fluttering. “Yes, sir.” The words were said with more confidence, fueling the fire.

  I heard the animalistic growl snaking up from my throat and I pinched her other nipple before lowering my head, peppering soft kisses against her cheek. Dragging my tongue to her ear, I nipped her earlobe before whispering, “I will take you again and again today.”

  She shuddered her response, her hand resting on my throbbing cock. Her long fingers wrapped around the base, stroking up and down, keeping the movement slow and even.

  My blood was boiling, the adrenaline pumping, and I was forced to admit I was losing control. For some reason, I wanted softness, a moment that wasn’t about brutality or owning her, simply man and woman, exploring their respective needs. I didn’t care about the contract or the reason we were both here. I simply wanted this woman, this beautiful and audacious woman. I slid my hand between her legs, cupping her mound, rocking forward and backward.

  “Oh...” Closing her eyes, she tilted back her head, her expression one of ecstasy.

  The hint of stubble from her pussy brushed against my skin, tingling, creating a heady throbbing in my aching cock. “You haven’t shaved.”

  “I...” She laughed then bit her lower lip. “No, sir. I’m sorry.”

  “Hmmm... An infraction.” I slipped two fingers just inside her pussy, flicking them back and forth. Water peppered down across our skin, washing away the fear and worry, the boundary between us. This was the most intimate moment, man and woman, body against body.

  And I fucking loved it.

  “I know, sir. Another spanking,” she whispered, one hand digging into my chest, the other pumping my cock, twisting until she created the kind of friction that could make me come quickly.

  “Yes. Soon.” I flicked my thumb across her clit several times until her legs quivered, her nails scratching up and my stomach. “Very soon.” My voice little more than a throaty whisper, I kissed her lips and continued stroking her, swirling my thumb around her swollen clit.

  “May I come, please, sir?”

  The question was sweet music and I eased back, darting my eyes to the razor and shaving cream. Every action methodical, I eased my hand under her leg, lifting and placing her foot on the edge of the shower. I took a decided step backwards, giving her a commanding look before reaching for the cream. “First things first.”

  She watched every movement, her eyes never blinking as I shook the can, spraying a glob onto my hand.

  “I like your pussy very bare, open for me at all times.” I lathered her pussy, swiping her entire groin before dropping to my knees and reaching for the razor.

  Lola opened her mouth twice, a whispered groan escaping. She grabbed for the shower bar, her grip firm, her other hand slapping at the tile wall.

  Very gently I began to shave her, making certain I took my time, was careful with every pull of the razor.

  “Oh, God.” She leaned her head against the shower, twisting her hand on the bar.

  I remained quiet, enjoying the subtle gesture, the scent of her sweet pussy. I was in a trancelike state of my own, making certain I removed every hair. This was so personal, so indulgent, and I wanted this to be a part of the everyday routine.

  “Mmm...” Her hand fluttered to her chest, her fingers brushing across her nipples. She bit her lower lip, as if to keep from crying out, but I could still hear her ragged moan, and whimpers of utter desire.

  When I was finished, the razor back in its position, I massaged her clit before rinsing, removing every drop of cream. The look on her face was raw, pure bliss. The animal in me took over and I pressed my hands between her legs, splitting apart her pussy lips and burying my face.

  “Oh, God!” She slapped at the shower, her hips pivoting, jutting forward.

  I licked up and down, languishing in the taste, the way her smooth skin felt against my face. Even the scent of her was driving me insane, awakening the beast inside, the man who wanted everything from her and would take it. I would have her. All of her.

  “Jagger.” Lola half laughed, half moaned as she struggled to remain in position, her foot slipping, her hand squeezing the bar.

  I licked her with vehemence, sucking on her tender tissue and holding her clit in my mouth. Inserting several fingers into her pussy, I pumped in and out, flexing them open as I savored her sweet flavor. Swirling just the tip of my tongue around her clit, I gazed up at the beauty, chilled to the bone at her body’s reaction.

  She gripped my shoulder, squeezing, her mouth open in a perfect ‘O.’ Every breath sound was utter perfection of a woman aroused, in almost desperate need. She had no way of knowing just how hungry I was.

  With every swipe of my tongue, every thrust of my fingers, I brought her closer and closer to an orgasm. I could tell she was trying to hold back, to stay an obedient little girl, but dear God, I wanted nothing more than to please her.

  “Please, sir. God, can I come?” she whispered, her entire body shaking.

  I growled as I plunged my tongue beside my fingers, lapping her juice, my fingers driving harder and faster.

  “Please!” Her body bucked, her groin slapping against my face. “I’ll be good.”

  I refused to stop, couldn’t seem to get enough of her for at least another minute until her legs buckled and I knew there was no way she could hold back. “Come for me. Come!”

  Lola threw both arms against the shower, her whimper turning into a scream as she came, filling my mouth with the sweetest tasting cum I’d ever had. “Yes!”

  There was no way of knowing how long I kept pumping into her as her single orgasm turned into a wave, her body thrashing and her hands slapping. I wasted no time easing to my feet, thrusting the entire length of my cock inside her cunt. I slid my arm under her thigh, pulling up high as I drove deep in and out, pushing her hard against the shower.

  “Yes, oh... Yes.” Her head lolled against my shoulder, her hands clinging to me as I fucked her, my thick shaft filling her. The way her pussy muscles clamped around my cock, squeezing and clenching created another intense wave of electricity rocketing through me, tearing into my muscles and cells. I crushed her mouth, the kiss a wild, frantic moment shared, sucking on her tongue as I thrust even harder, every plunge more savage than the one before.

  I ran my hand up her side before grabbing her wrist, pulling her arm over her head. Everything about this was intense, perfect. There was no way I could hold back much longer. Every part of me was aching, my balls in absolute pain. Breaking the kiss, I threw my head back, trying to continue, unwilling to give up the incredible feeling or the moment, but my body failed me, a raging orgasm sweeping up from my swollen testicles.

  “Yes, yes...” Lola whispered then squeezed her cunt muscles again and I lost it, spewing inside, filling her with cum.

  “God!” The roar was powerful, booming, and the exquisite event left me exhausted and hoarse.

  She wrapped her arms around my neck, draping her arms over my shoulders, whimpering like a sweet little bird.

  Letting her down, I palmed the shower, pressing kisses along her neck and cheek, her jawline, and finally her mouth. “Amazing.”

  “Mmm... Yes, sir.” She pulled away enough to slide under the water, running her hand
s through her long, wet hair. Grabbing the soap, she lathered her hands before taking a step toward me, pressing her fingers against my chest. “You’re dirty.”

  “You have no idea.”

  “Arms out. Sir.” A mischievous smile crossed her face.

  I couldn’t help but grin and held out my arms as she proceeded to lather my chest and arms. The feel of her hands was sensuous, tingling every inch of my body. As her fingers caressed, taking my arm into both hands, kneading my skin, I was lulled into a quiet moment, unable to think or focus. But I didn’t give a shit. I was in her care, in her arms and was shocked to realize this was what I’d been missing my entire life.

  “You need to be very clean,” she murmured and caressed my fingers, one after the other, making certain every inch was lathered. She slid her body against mine until she was behind me, grabbing the soap and reapplying before rubbing her hands up and down the length of my back.

  “I’m not certain anything will keep me clean,” I whispered, the admittance cathartic.

  “I think you’re underestimating yourself,” she breathed and scrubbed my back, allowing her fingers to knead harder, driving them into my muscles.

  “Maybe you don’t know me very well.”

  “I think I do,” she countered and moved her hands to caress my ass, swirling and massaging, cupping and kneading.

  I realized I was breathing heavily and pressed my hands against the shower as her fingers moved to my legs. “And what do you think you know about me?”

  “That you are lost, but if you let me, maybe I can help you,” Lola purred as she dropped to her knees, washing my calves and feet, crawling around to the front and gazing up, her smile one of pure sin.

  I bit back a strangled cry from just hearing the words. I wanted to be a good man for her, a decent human being. For the first time in my life, I couldn’t care less about any concept of money or power. She was all that mattered. I swallowed hard as she dropped her head, as if disappointed I hadn’t agreed. What could I say to her? How could I help her understand there was no decency left? None.

  When she was finished, she tugged my hand, pulling me under the shower. Using her hands, she washed off the soap, rinsing and taking her time. She pressed her lips against my cheek and I heard the husky whisper. “You still me, my sir.”

  She could never know what the words meant to me.

  Only seconds later I forced her to face the back of the shower. “Time for that spanking.”

  She threw her head over her shoulder as she raised her arms, placing the flats of her hands on the cool tile and arching her back.

  Lola didn’t flinch as I slapped her wet ass, one after the other, keeping the rhythm slow and easy. This was merely a taste of things to come, of what she could expect later. “You need a strong man in your life.”

  “Yes, sir.” This time, her answer was said with ease.

  I smacked her again, harder than before, the sting in my hand a delicious sensation. “You want nothing more than to be controlled, disciplined.”

  She nodded, a slight smile, still hesitating. When she spoke, I heard the hint of shame in her voice. “Yes, more than anything, sir.”

  “And what will you do for your master?” I spanked her again. And again.

  “Everything.”

  I closed my eyes briefly as I snapped my wrist, moving from one to the other. This was intoxicating.

  A single whimper escaped her mouth and she spread her legs wider. “More, sir.”

  Seeing her reddened ass was so powerful and there was no particular reason why except this woman allowed me to be free, to be myself. I took her hand, leading her out of the shower.

  She leaned over the counter, as if expecting I would spank her here. “I have another location in mind.”

  Her face was pensive as she glanced at our combined reflection. “I don’t understand?”

  “You will, my sweet. You will.” This was nothing more than playtime and I was enjoying myself more than I could even admit. I scanned the counter, curious as to what Maceo had purchased. The man knew my tastes given the few nights we’d spent talking and drinking. The wooden brush was exactly what I was looking for and would perform nicely. I held the implement into the air. “This will work.”

  “Oh,” she whispered, biting her lower lip once again. “All of this is new to me. I just... I’m terrified.”

  The words seemed to reverberate after she said them, the embarrassment riding her lovely face.

  “I understand.”

  Lola shook her head. “I’ve never had a relationship with a man work. Not once. I thought I’d met every asshole in the world, but they were nice guys, just boring. They never understood my needs or even tried, and I could never figure out why.”

  “Because you refused to admit what you needed even to yourself.” I kept one hand on her shoulder, the other sliding the smooth wood of the brush in slow and even motions up and down her arm.

  “Yes. Isn’t that ridiculous? And you figured out every burning need, the darkest fantasies right away.”

  I twirled the piece before running the bristles down her arm.

  “Mmm...”

  “I could tell the instant I met you what you yearned for, the deep longings. What else do you crave, this darkness you’ve been so afraid of.”

  She searched my eyes, looking for a reason to let go. “I don’t know.”

  “You do know.” I rubbed the brush down her spine, taking my time. When she closed her eyes, I didn’t admonish her, but my excitement was building, the almost vicious hunger for the kind of kink the majority of women could never venture into trying.

  “Being tied, unable to move, my body used as my master decides.” Lola’s words were clipped, utterly fascinating.

  “What else?”

  “Collared, owned.” While her lower lip was quivering, a slight smile replaced the worried frown.

  I tapped her ass just hard enough she whimpered, her breath skipping. “Go on.”

  “Pierced. I’d love to have my nipples pierced. And I want to be branded or get a tattoo.” She seemed embarrassed at making the admittance, a flush creeping up from her long neck, cresting over her cheekbones.

  I was genuinely surprised, the answer keeping my cock erect. I ground my hips against her tender ass, this time sliding the bristles around her erect nipple. She arched her back just enough my cock slipped between her legs. Goddamn, I wanted to fuck this woman. “And discipline?”

  She brushed her hand down the length of her neck to my hand, shuddering visibly. “That scares me the most, even thinking about desiring punishment. Why should I be spanked? I mean...”

  “Discipline is an excellent deterrent. It’s also full of passion, at least in my opinion.”

  Lola exhaled, her entire body quivering. “I guess. I admit, I feel so alive after you spank me.”

  “Is that what you really want, sweet Lola? Don’t lie to me.” I replaced the brush with my fingers, pinching and twisting her nipple. The glistening appearance on her skin was sensational, drawing the darkness even further into the light. I envisioned strapping her to a cross, and whipping every inch of her porcelain skin, marking her as mine.

  “Yes. God, yes.” She relished in the pain, her body undulating.

  “I will teach you, allow you to open yourself to spankings as well as anything you ask me for. But you will listen to me and follow my directions. Do you understand?”

  Through narrowed eyes she looked in the mirror. “Yes, sir.”

  “Excellent. Come with me.” I wrapped my hand around hers, leading her out into the bedroom then onto the deck. The breeze was light, the sunlight warm, and I stood behind her, enjoying the view, the incredible feeling of absolute freedom. I’d never imagined I could experience the joy in simple aspects of life. “Do not leave. Keep your face pinned to the ocean. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  I moved into the house, watching her for a full two minutes before retrieving rope from my ba
g. When I returned, she was in the same position, her face almost serene, as if accepting her place. Her surrender was important and for the life of me, this was no longer merely a game. She shifted only slightly as I walked outside, her breath coming in short pants. “Trust. You will learn.” I showed her the rope, dangling the edge against her skin.

  Lola swallowed hard but remained silent.

  I carefully tied both wrists, making certain there was no way she could free herself. Her nipples remained hard, the sweet blushing color a tremendous draw. “What do you see?”

  “Paradise.”

  If only there was such a thing.

  “This is so freeing, peaceful, Jagger. I could live here,” she said quietly as she clenched her fists, wiggling against her bindings.

  “I agree. I knew this place held some kind of magic the moment I laid eyes on it.”

  “Did you really repair the house by yourself?”

  I chuckled and held up one hand, the dark needs spelled away by her near innocence. She had no understanding of BDSM or what it would mean for her to truly submit. “Believe it or not.”

  She darted a look in my direction then lowered her hands, a flush of embarrassment crossing her face. “Strong hands.”

  A shuddering vision tore through the back of my mind of the last person on whom I’d used my hands for a moment of retaliation. Sighing, I could never redo all the atrocities, never find salvation for the harm I’d caused. I could also never relive decisions made that had caused such tremendous pain.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing important.”

  She twisted her head in order to look me in the eyes. “What demons are you fighting?”

  I wrapped my hand around her long strands of hair, tugging gently. “Ones that would give you nightmares.” I held my breath, pushing away the ugliness. “And you’re not getting out of the spanking you asked for.”

  She smiled, yet I could see the torment in her eyes. “Yes, sir.” Leaning over, she spread her legs without being asked.