Eternally Yours: Bliss Series, Book Six

by Hall, Deanndra

  “Cactus.”

  I chuckle. “Cactus?”

  “Yeah. I used to live in New Mexico,” she says with a grin.

  I just laugh. “So I suppose you’d like the Wartenberg, huh?”

  “Love it, sir.”

  “Well, very good. Listen to me. I want this to be fun as well as satisfying. If you’re not having fun, let me know. I tend to be pretty entertaining.”

  “As well as sexy as hell, sir,” she says and winks.

  “Thanks. Let’s get started, shall we?” She nods.

  I dig around in the cabinet on the far right and find a pair of clover clamps. A little more digging and I find some weights, one ounce, two ounces, four ounces, and eight ounces. I opt for the four-ounce weights. The second drawer reveals a Wartenberg and a small bottle of something that turns out to be lavender oil. Yes! my brain whispers with glee. In the third drawer I find the huge vibrator, and I noticed a stand for it in the corner. I’m not sure the stand will extend high enough, but I suppose we’ll find out.

  She’s not an especially tall woman, so reaching her nipples as she braces there in the rope web isn’t hard for me. When I notice she’s struggling to hang on, I ask, “Do you want me to tie you in place?”

  “If you please, sir.”

  “But would that help you?”

  “I don’t think so, sir. It’s because this thing gives. I’ve never been on it before, but I do need the practice, if that’s okay, sir.”

  “I just don’t want you to fall,” I tell her, my hands bracing her thighs.

  “Concentrating on hanging on will help make my torture last longer, sir,” she points out.

  “That it will.” Before she has a chance to change her mind, I reach up and begin to knead her nipples. They harden instantly into two large, firm knots, and my mouth waters, but wrapping my lips around them isn’t an option―just another reason why having her on this rope web is a good idea when it comes to my temptations. As soon as I’m satisfied they’re hard enough, I place the clover clamps on them and listen to her hiss.

  Unfortunately for me, that sound makes me harden instantly. That gives me a split second of panic, and then I realize it could be good. There’s no hiding it―I don’t have a micropeen―but this will give Rayanna a chance to see that no matter how aroused I am, I won’t act on it because of the way I feel about her, and I hope Brian will point that out. As that thought slips through my mind, I feel this overwhelming love for her, something deep and grateful. Then I remember the submissive I’m working with and snap to.

  The weights go onto the chains and now she groans. That’s the response I was looking for. I give each one a little yank and she almost squeals. “Submissive, safeword?”

  “No, sir.”

  “Good.” The little bottle has a dropper top, so I drip two drops of oil onto the pad of my index finger, then step up and rub it carefully onto her labia and clit. As soon as I touch that sensitive little piece of real estate, she whimpers. “That’ll get my full attention in just a minute, submissive.”

  “Thank you, sir,” she whispers.

  “You’re welcome.” Two more drops and I smooth them onto the insides of her thighs in visible streaks, then pick up the wheel.

  The first course it makes up her flesh elicits a strangled, “Ohhhh!”

  I can’t help but chuckle. “Um-hmmm. You like that, huh?”

  “Oh, sir, yes,” she whispers back.

  It trails up the inside of her other thigh and she groans out, “Ohhh, yessss.” Yeah. I’m on the right track. Second trip up, I reach up and yank the chain on one of the nipple clamps. “Ahhhh!” she cries out, and my cock hardens painfully. Moving the wheel up the other thigh again gets a low, guttural, “Uhhhhhh.” She’s almost ready, but I make a few more passes to make sure.

  When I finish with the wheel, I grab a nipple clamp weight in each hand and begin to tug rhythmically, alternating them, and watch as her belly contracts with each pull. She’s moving closer, I can tell. To my delight, a tiny rivulet of liquid is trailing down the inside of her right thigh. It’s instinctive to reach up and slip a couple of fingers into her to check her wetness, but I don’t want to do that. Rayanna wouldn’t understand. I have to trust that the moisture means she’s about ready.

  A dozen more tugs, a dozen more moans, and she’s dripping wet. Luckily, one of the other Dominants came up and adjusted the vibrator stand while I was working with her, and it’s just about right. I slip the vibrator into the stand, watching all the while as her chest heaves with anticipation and her belly ripples with arousal. I slide the stand up and when the head of the vibrator touches her slit, she cries out, “Oh, god!”

  “Submissive, listen to me. Are you listening?”

  “Yes, sir,” she says, her words interspersed with little gasps.

  “Do not come until I tell you to. Do you understand?” She nods. “I need verbal affirmation. Do you understand?”

  Her words escape through gritted teeth. “Yes, sir.”

  “Very good. Here we go.” I hit the switch on the side of the tool and it hums to life.

  Watching this woman writhe is the fun part. I love it. I love denying them what they want and watching them suffer for their obedience. I’m such a fucking sadist, but I can’t help it. Sexual suffering turns me on. Always has, always will. That’s not in the cards for Rayanna, at least not in the foreseeable future, and that has to be okay. It is okay. I’ll just miss it, that’s all.

  Now the submissive, whose name I shamefully can’t remember, is engaged fully. She’s crying out, shaking, and the muscles in her belly are quivering under her skin. It’s a beautiful thing, her body coated with a fine sheen of sweat as she fights off the orgasm, and I can’t watch enough. It takes everything I have to not reach down and stroke myself along the fly of my leathers, but I don’t dare. I’m pretty sure if I came standing right here, Rayanna would see that as a huge betrayal, and I can’t have that, but god, I want it.

  The cries have turned to shrieks and begging. “Oh, god, sir! Please let me come! Please, sir? Can I come now? Aggghhhh! Please, sir! Please?”

  “No. Not until I say it’s okay.”

  “Oh, god. Oh-god-oh-god-oh-god. Please, sir? I can’t hold off much longer, sir. I can’t!”

  “Yes, you can, and you will.” Her hands are gripping the rope until her knuckles are white, and I almost chuckle. She’s hurting and needs the release badly, but she’s not going to get it yet. If she takes it, I’ll cane her. She knows that. We discussed it. I mentioned implements until I saw one that made her inadvertently wince, and the cane was that implement. Holding off that orgasm is killing her, but the alternative scares the hell out of her, which is what I want. I intentionally didn’t pull a dildo because I didn’t think that would sit well with Rayanna either, but if I had one, I’d fuck the hell out of this woman just to make things harder for her. Yet there’s no denying it―I’d like to bury my cock in her right now. But I can’t.

  “Sir? Please? Oh, god!”

  “Safeword, submissive?”

  “No! I want it! Please, sir? Please!” she screams. I love it. This gets me off in ways most people don’t understand. When I get finished here, I’ve got two alternatives, and fucking her isn’t one of them.

  She’s shaking. Her belly’s tensing and releasing, waves of contractions tightening and relaxing. That little rivulet of juice running down her leg has turned into a river. Her toes are curled impossibly tight and her fingers have to be numb from clutching that rope so solidly. The sweat on her skin has gone from a thin coating to dripping. Constant pressure on her nipples from the clamps has turned the flesh white, and I know they can’t stay clamped much longer. I run my hands down her thighs from where they join her hips to her knees, letting my thumbs graze the insides of them lightly and watching her almost buckle.

  And I think she’s about had enough. Flipping the switch on the vibrator to a higher setting, I listen to her scream and I reach for the weights on the nip
ple clamp chains. When they’re in my hands, I look up into her face. “Submissive!”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Open your eyes and look at me.” When she does, I can see it there, the need in those blue pools. “Look straight into my eyes. Are you ready?”

  “Oh god, yes, sir.” She closes her eyes again.

  “No! Don’t close your eyes again! Look at me! Straight into my eyes! Are you ready?”

  Her voice comes out as a thin whine. “Yes, sir!”

  “On my count. Three, two, one …” With the last word I yank both nipple clamp chains and order, “Now!”

  If she were a rocket, there would be flames coming out her ass and she’d just take off into the stratosphere. That’s one hell of an orgasm she’s having. It’s all she can do to hang on, and she’s begging me to please, please, please turn off the vibrator, but she has no idea what I’m capable of. I just chuckle.

  “Oh, god, please! Sir, please! Make it stop!” I know she thought when I finally let her have an orgasm, I’d be done.

  I am not.

  “Safeword?”

  “What, sir?” she asks, her hips still bucking.

  “Do you want to use your safeword, submissive?”

  “Whaaa, I don’t, god, sir. Please?”

  “Do you want to use your safeword?” I ask again.

  “Uhhhh, gahhh, no, ummm …” she answers loudly.

  “Then hang on for the next one,” I say and, reaching over for the vibrator again, I flip it up to high speed.

  “Oh, god! No! Sir, no, please! Oh, no, no, no! I can’t, sir! Oh, god!” she’s screaming, and I’m glad my back is to the room so they can’t see me grinning.

  “You can and you will. Let me know when you’re ready,” I tell her, hoping she can hear me through her screams and moans.

  “Oh, god, sir, no! Please! I can’t take it! Please stop!”

  “Safeword?” She doesn’t answer me. “That’s what I thought. You want it and you know it. Say it. Say it, submissive!”

  “I want it! Oh, god, sir, I want it!” she yells out, and I hear the muttered approval of all the other Dominants in the room.

  “Good girl. Ready?” She nods. “Verbal affirmation! Are you ready?”

  “Yes, sir! Please! God, please, let me come? Please!” she barks back.

  Once again, I reach for the weights on the nipple clamp chains. “Here we go, submissive. In three, two, one …” And again, I yank those chains and yell, “Now!”

  I swear, if I had a fence post, I think she’d fuck it. Her hips are hunching so hard she can barely hang onto the rope, and her eyes roll back in her head. All that’s coming from her mouth is a monotone, “Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh,” each syllable accompanied by a buck of her pelvis. Everything inside me is fighting to thrust three fingers into her and rake her G-spot until she squirts, but I can’t and I know it. I let her go on like that for about fifteen seconds. When I remove each clamp in turn, she shrieks, but she’s still coming, still groaning, still mumbling.

  As soon as I turn off the vibrator, she slumps, but I’m ready and catch her so she doesn’t fall. She just folds down over my shoulder like a sack of grain and I carry her down off the platform and through the back hallway. Each performance area has two private rooms assigned to it, so I take the second one, the Available sign on its open observation window telling me it’s free. I kick the door closed, but I leave the window open. That will signal Brian―he’ll know which one we’re in.

  It's hard, but I manage to get her onto the bed without just tossing her down and slide her to the middle. She’s almost unconscious, a thing I love about driving a submissive this hard, and more than anything I want to roll her onto her stomach, lift her hips until her knees are under her, and fuck her like she’s never been fucked before, but I don’t dare. Drawing her into my arms, I stroke her face and cuddle her. “Hey, little one, you with me?” No response, so I know she’s gone far enough into subspace that she can’t answer. “I’m right here. You’re safe. Just rest, okay?” Still no response. She’s really gone.

  That’s when I hear it―the sound of something rubbing against the door. That means Brian and Rayanna are outside. If I had to guess, he’s letting her look in through the window, and I’m proud to say I’m doing nothing she should have a problem with, just holding this woman. I’m sure Brian’s explaining to her why I’m doing what I’m doing, which is what I was hoping for.

  There’s a tiny stirring beside me and I turn to find the submissive’s eyes slightly open. “Hey! Glad you could join us back here on planet Earth! How do you feel?”

  “Shaky. Cold.”

  “Here.” As soon as I’ve tucked the blanket in around her, I reach into a small bowl on the nightstand beside the bed, find a morsel of chocolate wrapped in foil, and tear it open with my teeth. “This will help.” Once it’s in her mouth, I watch as she sucks on it and starts to calm.

  Ten minutes later, I’ve got her sitting up and talking. She’s drinking water, and I’m sure the same Dominant who set up the vibrator stand is the one who was responsible for bringing her fetwear back here to the room. We all help each other that way, and I’m thankful for the club and its members. Nothing like having a giant, sex-obsessed family to make you feel at home, I always say.

  By the time I get her to the edge of the bed and she’s pulled on her thong and bustier, her hands have stopped shaking and she’s chatting a little. “Did that meet your expectations?” I ask.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Are you satisfied? Did you get what you needed?”

  “I needed your cock inside me,” she whispers.

  “That’s not going to happen. I was very up front about that. But if you’d like, I can leave and you’re welcome to find a dildo in the cabinet over there to finish what we started.”

  She shakes her head. “Nah. But thanks. God, that was some orgasm,” she says and bats her eyelashes at me.

  I give her a smile and squeeze her hand. “I aim to please. Will you be okay?”

  “Yeah. My friend’s out there somewhere and she’ll drive me home. Thanks, Master Lucien. It was … intense.”

  “That it was. I’m glad we could do this. It was fun.”

  “Yes. It was. Maybe another time,” she says and stands, so I rise too. “Goodnight.” Before I can say anything, she leans over, gives me a peck on the cheek, and strolls out the doorway, leaving me just standing there to watch her go.

  From somewhere outside the door a soft male voice says, “Lucien?”

  “Yeah. Come on in.”

  Brian steps in and Rayanna is right behind him. “I think you guys need to talk,” he says and pulls her up beside him with an arm around her shoulders.

  “Absolutely. Thank you, brother.”

  “Any time.” Before he leaves the room, he gives Rayanna a kiss on the cheek, and I can’t help but think how lucky I am to have a big brother. She wraps her arms around his neck, hugs him, and whispers something in his ear, to which he answers, “You’re welcome. Goodnight, you two.”

  “Night,” I call out as his back disappears into the hallway, but Rayanna still hasn’t made a sound. “Come sit down, Precious,” I tell her and pat the edge of the bed beside me. “We need to talk.” There’s something about her demeanor, some kind of despondency, that scares me a little. “I need to know how you felt about what you saw out there.”

  “You mean about what you were doing.” There’s an edge in her voice that’s unfamiliar, and I wonder if this is going to set her back or awaken something inside her.

  “Yes. What I was doing with that submissive.”

  “What’s her name?”

  I shrug. “I have no idea.”

  Her eyes go wide and her jaw drops. “You had sex with a woman and you have no idea what her name is?”

  Well, that takes me by surprise. “I didn’t have sex with her!”

  “Did she or didn’t she have an orgasm?”

  I glance away in thought. “Well, uh, yeah, sh
e did.”

  “Then you had sex with her.”

  “But I didn’t get anything out of it.”

  White hot daggers are shooting out of her eyes, and I realize I’m in big trouble here. “Were you turned on?”

  Uh-oh. I didn’t expect this. “Well, um, yeah.”

  “And when you came back here, did you do something about that?” she asks pointedly.

  “No! I did not. I wouldn’t. That’s something I’d only do with you.” That calms her down just a bit. “Rayanna, this was not about what I was doing. This was about you seeing who I really am. I’m a Dominant, and I don’t lie about being a bit of a sadist.”

  I’m knocked completely off kilter with her next question. “So you’d be willing to do that stuff with me?”

  “Uh, wait just a minute. You don’t want to do that stuff,” I spit out, knowing full well I’m right.

  “How do you know? Have you ever asked me? Have we ever talked about this?”

  She’s definitely got a point there. “No. I haven’t, and we haven’t.”

  “Well, there ya go,” she says, folding her arms across her chest and setting her jaw. Her eyes go a bit steely and for the first time I see a mountain lion inside the kitty cat I thought I knew. “How do you know what I want if you’ve never asked me?”

  I feel like a complete and total fool. She’s right with everything she’s said, and I know it. “Look, babe, I’m sorry. Really, I am. I just, I don’t know … I guess I see you as this fragile, scared little thing who needs to be coddled, and I don’t want to hurt you or upset you. And I want to―”

  “Fragile and scared little thing? Did I or did I not survive Connor Bacchus? Was I or was I not almost beaten to death? Have I or have I not done everything everybody’s asked me to do to get better? And am I or am I not working hard to be my own person?”

  “Yes―to all those things. But listen to me. I get off on causing discomfort. That’s what I do. And I don’t want to do that with you, at least not unless you need that. Do you need that?”

  “I don’t know. I’ve never gotten a chance to explore that, and apparently you don’t think I should.” She’s not as angry as she was, but I can tell she’s still not very happy.