by Katie Ashley
I placed it around William’s eyes before knotting it behind his head. “How does that feel?”
“Fine.”
“Can you see anything?”
“No, Mistress.”
Now that he was tied up and blindfolded, I needed the dental floss, ice, and Tens unit. Since this was a five-star hotel, there was already ice waiting for me in the fancy bucket. I brought everything over to the nightstand.
I took a piece of ice and popped it into my mouth. I then leaned over and brought my mouth to William’s. After kissing him gently, I used the ice cube to outline his lips before dipping it over his chin. I slid it down over his Adam’s apple and then down his throat. It left a trail of moisture behind that glistened on his skin.
When I reached his right pec, I circled his nipple with the ice cube, causing it to pebble. I continued to swirl the cube around until I was sure the nub was as hard as it could be. I sucked the ice cube back into my mouth. As I munched on it, I pulled out a piece of dental floss and tied a knot around the hardened nipple.
Since I knew William was curious but being respectful and not asking, I said, “Dental floss works like fishing line in the same vein as a nipple clamp.”
“I like it. I mean, I’ve had the regular ones on before, but this is interesting.”
When I tugged on the strand, William sucked in a breath. “Are you sure about that.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good. One down, one more to go.”
After taking another piece of ice, I repeated the process on his other nipple. I let the lengthy strand of dental floss trail down his stomach to where his erection lay. Wrapping it around his cock, I looped it together in a knot with the part of the floss on his lower abdomen to make it easier to tug on when the time came.
“You said CBT was a hard limit. What if it was cock and ball teasing, rather than torture?”
William appeared thoughtful. “I guess it would be okay.”
“I promise you’ll like it. But if you don’t, just use your safe word, and we’ll stop. Okay?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Taking the Tens unit, I placed one of the electrode pads on the underside of William’s cock as well as under his balls. He stiffened slightly at the contact. As the seconds ticked by, he held his breath. I turned on the unit to the lowest pulse. “How’s that?”
“Good.”
Keeping the controller in my hand, I stood up and got the belt again. I turned the dial up a few notches before bringing the belt down hard across William’s chest. “Would you like another?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
When I smacked him again, his head fell back, and he groaned. I laid the tens unit on the mattress. As I brought the belt across his lower abdomen, I yanked the knot on the dental floss. William shouted with pain-filled pleasure as he writhed on the bed. I continued alternating between hitting him and jerking the string as the Tens unit continued to tease his most sensitive areas.
“Are you close to coming?”
His answer came in a throaty groan. “Yes, Mistress…Very close.”
I dropped the belt and turned off the tens unit. As I pulled off the electrodes, I said, “You only come inside me.”
“Condoms are in my wallet,” he panted, jutting his chin at the nightstand.
After digging out three foil wrapped packages, I went back to the bed. I climbed onto William’s lap and straddled him. We both hissed when my pussy covered his crotch. I then began to rub my aching core against his cock.
Five long years of inflicting pain for the masochists who needed and desired it. Apart from a few times when I was simply horny, I’d never wanted one of their cocks inside me. Until William. His dick was so hard. So perfect. Everything about him was so fucking erotic. As I teased him, my juices began to coat his cock. He couldn’t see my arousal, but I could. But I was sure he could smell it. Feel the wetness of it. Desire it.
His arms jerked against the ropes, wanting to be free. Leaning over him, my left breast fell teasingly against his cheek. He quickly turned his head. With his mouth open, he sought out my nipple. When he found it, he pulled it between his lips. I moaned with pleasure at the feel of his sucking while I rubbed myself against his hard length.
He released my breast. Instead of going for the other one, he said, “Please, Mistress. Take me inside you.”
Although I could have let him beg even longer, I decided to put both him and myself out of our misery. I picked up one of the condom lying beside us. After tearing open the wrapper, I rolled the condom down over his erection and then guided it between my legs.
Slowly, I began to slide down his length. I had to take it slow since it had been so long since I had been with anyone. I bit down on my lower lip at the burn of his cock stretching me. But it was a good burn—the kind that hurt so very good.
“Oh God, you feel amazing,” William murmured.
Once he was buried deep inside me, I rolled my hips back and forth to get used to him. My head fell back, and I couldn’t help moaning with satisfaction. It felt so good to have a man inside me again—it felt so good to have William inside me.
I began to rise up on my knees and let him almost fall free of me. Leaning forward, I gripped his shoulders as I began to bounce up and down like I was riding at a full gallop. William began to thrust his hips up in time with my movements. Moans and cries of pleasure began to echo around the room. Sweat broke out at the base of my neck and began to trickle down my back.
Although it was visually and mentally stimulating having William tied up, I missed his hands. I wanted them squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples. I wanted this thumb rubbing against my clit as I rode him. Instead, I ground myself harder against him as I bounced on and off.
“I’m so close, Mistress,” he croaked.
“You don’t get to come until I do,” I panted.
“Untie me, and I’ll get you there.”
“That’s not part of the scene.”
“My apologies, Mistress, but a scene is whatever a Domme makes it—you know that.”
Fuck me, he had a point. I pitched forward and grabbed at the bindings. I untied him from the headboard, but I didn’t untie his hands. Although he could still use his fingers, it wouldn’t be easy.
He stretched his arms down his chest. When he cupped me with both hands, I cried out. I began to ride him hard again while he rubbed me with his clasped hands. The friction was just what I needed. Within minutes, I was teetering on the edge. Closing my eyes, I slammed down onto him one last time, and then shouted with release.
After my walls stopped clenching around William, I was amazed to find he still hadn’t come. The strain of his effort was evident by the sheen of sweat coating his face and chest. “Come, William,” I ordered.
He came with a guttural grown, his body tensing beneath me. I fell forward onto his chest, burying my face into his neck. William brought his tied hands over my head, drawing me closer to him. Completely spent, we lay there trying to catch our breath. In that moment of post-coital euphoria, I wondered how I was ever going to tell William good-bye.
“That was…amazing,” I finally said.
“It was.”
Raising my head, I stared into his eyes. “Was it really?”
“Are you doubting your abilities?”
I shrugged. “Maybe. I mean, I’ve never Dommed outside the club, especially not with sex. I just wondered if I measured up to the others.”
He grinned and dipped his head to kiss me. “I never imagined you’d ever doubt yourself.”
“In the club, I don’t. This is different…you’re different.”
“I can assure you that you’re just as mind-blowing outside of the club as you are in it.”
Mind-blowing? Not once had a guy ever been that complimentary with me when it came to sex. Most of the guys I’d been with had only been concerned with their pleasure. They might have gone down on me long enough to give me an orgasm, but it was nothing like what
William did. Perhaps being a domme was a good thing. I mean, who wouldn’t want a man completely fixated on ensuring mind-blowing sex? Of course, maybe it wouldn’t always be that way. Maybe it was more about William.
“Really?”
William nodded. “You had me seeing stars with that Tens thing. I’ll never be able to put it on my knee without thinking about what you did with it.”
I laughed. “I guess you like the cock and ball teasing.”
“It was a little torturous when you crank it up and then tried to pull my nipples off.”
“But it was a good torture.”
“A very good torture.” He kissed me again. This time his tongue danced along mine. When he pulled away, he smiled. “Thank you for giving me tonight.”
“I should say the same to you. It had been a really long time, as I’m sure you could tell.”
“I was afraid I was hurting you. Are you okay?”
When I shifted my hips, an ache rippled between my legs. “I’m sore. But it’s a good kind of sore.”
“You barely had any foreplay. You should have let me go down on you, so you would have been better able to take me.”
“It was fine. I promise.” Oh, it was a hell of a lot better than just fine. Life-altering, core-shaking, and mind-bending.”
“I wouldn’t want to hurt you for anything in the world.”
“I know that. Strangely enough, I kinda liked the pain. Maybe you’re making a masochist out of me. Think I could be a switch?”
William threw his head back and laughed. “If you’re going to be my Domme, then you need to be a sadist, not a masochist.”
“While I might get slightly turned on by tying you up and spanking you, I could never get off on truly giving you pain.”
“Although I’d love to stay like this, I need to go to the bathroom. Can you untie me?”
“You don’t think you could pee like that?”
While the look in his eyes screamed, “Hell no!”, he said, “If you want me to, Mistress.”
“And that right there is exactly why I don’t get fulltime D/s relationships or slaves. Why would anyone want to force you to pee with your hands tied together?”
“Different people get off on different things. Completely controlling every facet of someone’s life is a turn-on to some people.”
I rolled my eyes as I eased out from under his arms. “It reminds me of that scene in Coming to America when Eddie Murphy finds it ridiculous when his submissive bride to be would bark like a dog and hop on one leg if he told her to.”
William laughed. “You like Eddie Murphy?”
“Love him,” I replied, as I untied his hands.
“Me too. Coming to America is one of my favorites.”
I grinned. “Randy Watson and Sexual Chocolate.”
“I love Arsenio Hall as Reverend Brown.”
“Oh yeah, he was amazing.” I rubbed William’s wrist, trying to ease the blood flow back in.
“Thank you, Mistress.”
“You’re welcome.”
After everything we had been through, I would have never pegged William to be modest. But when he got out of bed, he bent down to pick up his shorts. Something about him putting them on seemed final—like our time was over. I know he had said to give him the night, but I worried that now that he’d been inside of me, our time was over. And I didn’t want that to happen.
“No,” I suddenly said.
William jerked his gaze from his shorts to me. “No what?”
“Don’t put them on. I want you to stay naked.”
“But I—”
“Are you questioning your Mistress?”
Pleasure and lust flashed in his eyes. “No.”
“Good.”
William folded the shorts and put them on the nightstand before going to the bathroom. When he returned, he didn’t look like he was in any rush for me to leave. “What does my Mistress wish for me to do now?”
I collapsed back against the fluffy pillows. “Find her something deliciously sinful to eat.”
“And just how does one define ‘deliciously sinful’?”
Tapping my finger on my cheek, I replied, “One that’s high in calories and full of carbs.”
William grinned. “I think I can do that.” He strode over to the desk and grabbed the room service menu before joining me back in bed. He flipped the menu open so we both could look at it.
“Hmm, do I want a cheeseburger?”
“What about the steak with the creamed potatoes and steamed vegetables?”
I yanked the menu out of his hand and popped him on the thigh with it. “Why are you suggesting something healthy when I specifically asked for something sinful?”
With a laugh, William replied, “I thought you might need the protein to keep up your strength for our future exertions.”
“That’s very thoughtful of you, but I promise I can keep up.”
He dipped his head to where our lips almost touched. For a moment, our breaths echoed each other—a dance of give and take. “You have no idea the stamina I have.”
“And you only get to use that stamina when and if I say so.” I inched closer to him. As his eyes closed in anticipation of my kiss, I drew his full bottom lip between my teeth and bit down. Hard.
His moan of pain-derived pleasure echoed through me, sending a shiver of need across my body. If we kept it up, I wasn’t going to be able to walk on Sunday, and it wasn’t going to be because of my ankle.
“Cheeseburger and fries for me.” When William reached for the phone, I added, “And the cheesecake for dessert.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
After he placed the order, he crawled into bed beside me. Before an awkward silence could prevail, William picked up the remote and turned on the television. When he stopped on ESPN, I groaned and covered my eyes with my hand. “Seriously?”
“I take it you’re not a sports fan?”
“No. I’m not. I’ve been forced to endure watching football for the love of my brother.”
Without another word, William flipped the channel. Removing my hands, I peered curiously at him. “What, no argument?”
“You said you didn’t like it, so I’m switching it.”
I sat up straighter in the bed. “What if I said I wanted to watch Lifetime?”
“Then we’d watch it.”
“Because of the D/s thing.”
“Yes.”
“Wow. I could learn to like this.”
“I wish you would,” William said, his tone serious.
A loud knock came at the door followed by a muffled, “Room service.”
William rose out of bed and once again reached for his shorts. “What are you doing?”
He threw a puzzled glance at me over his shoulder. “Um, putting on my shorts.”
“But I told you to stay naked.”
Whirling around to face me, William stared at me like I’d lost my mind. “You seriously want me to answer the door with my dick hanging out?”
“Yes.”
“That’s humiliation and a hard limit,” he countered.
I shrugged. “It’s also your Mistress’s command. So you either obey it, or you safe word out, we stop playing, and have a nice dinner.”
His internal struggle was evident by the physical discomfort on his face. Another knock came at the door. Crossing my arms over my sheet-covered breasts, I said, “Your choice.”
He pulled his broad shoulders back and marched to the door. I had a fantastic view of his ass as he went. After unbolting the lock, his hand momentarily faltered on the door handle. But then he yanked the door open. To both of our surprise, it wasn’t a man doing the delivery—it was a young woman.
Her eyes widened at the sight of William. She drank him in from head to toe while lingering on his dick for a considerably longer moment, which I couldn’t blame her for. She then gave a gentle shake of her head like she had finally come back to herself. “R-room s-service,” she stuttered.
> “Come in,” William said as he stepped aside.
After blinking a few times, she gave the rolling cart a shove only to have it ram against the doorframe. I had to bite my tongue from laughing at how William’s naked form had her so flustered. After another attempt, she managed to get the cart inside the room. It rattled to a stop in front of the bed. At the sight of me, a flush dotted her cheeks. “Um, would you like it here?”
I flashed her my best smile. “Yes. That’s fine.”
She quickly turned her back to me and started setting up the table. “You don’t have to do that.” When she glanced questioningly at me over her shoulder, I said, “He’s going to feed me in bed.” I cut my eyes over to William. “Aren’t you, slave?”
He ducked his head. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Good. I’d hate to have to have to spank you again.”
At William’s and my exchange, the girl stood frozen with a serving lid in her hand. She appeared to be debating whether to bolt from the room. “Slave, bring me the bill, so I can sign it and leave a nice tip for this young lady.”
With a nod, William crossed the room. He took the black, leather envelope off the table. When he handed it over to me, I opened it up. “Pen?” I questioned.
“Huh?” the girl replied.
“I need a pen to sign the bill.”
“Oh, yeah, right.” She fumbled on the table and thrust out a pen. After I finished signing it and left her a fifty-dollar tip on William’s tab, I handed it to William. When he handed it to the girl, she promptly dropped it considering how her hands were shaking.
After picking it up, she mumbled, “Have a nice day,” before making a beeline to the door.
“You too,” I called, but the door had already slammed behind her.
“Did you have to scare the poor girl to death?” William asked with a smile.
I laughed. “If she’s going to work in a hotel, she’s going to have to learn sometime. I figured I might as well give her a baptism by fire.”
“Oh, you certainly did that. She’s probably going to be shell-shocked for the rest of the day.”
Tilting my head, I smiled. “Shell-shocked is a good word for how I felt my first day in 1740.”