by BJ Wane
Flipping her hair out of the way, she turned her face up to him, the flash of arousal in her eyes at odds with the surprised quaver in her voice as she stuttered, “You… you’re going to spank me? Why? What’d I do?”
“Nothing,” he replied, keeping his tone bland as he rested his hand on her leather-covered ass and felt her buttocks clench in response.
“Then… I don’t understand.”
Confusion was good. Keeping her unbalanced and on edge would, with luck, end this before it went too far. “I enjoy tormenting my subs, dishing out long spankings and am especially fond of ass play.” He inched his hand down to her smooth thigh, her muscles tensing under his palm as he glided under the tight stretch of her skirt. Pushing up the hem, he cupped the underside of one plump globe.
Tamara flicked a look toward their audience, who were still conversing in soft tones but looking their way, the men with indulgent smiles, Sue Ellen with sympathy. A flare of heat lightened her eyes before she jerked her head down and wiggled her butt. “Fine,” she croaked.
Connor had been hoping for more resistance, her quick acceptance boding ill for a fast end to this scene. Resigned to continuing, he pushed the skirt all the way up, baring her fucking perfect ass, the narrow string of her thong bisecting her buttocks a sexy draw for the eyes. Smoothing his hand over her cheeks, he took his time enjoying the soft mounds, squeezing and plumping her flesh until she relaxed with a sigh.
“Very good, Tam.” He punctuated his praise with a light tap that didn’t even jiggle her buttock. Continuing in that vein, he snapped his cupped fingers across both cheeks, setting up a steady rhythm of teasing flicks, entertaining himself and the others. There was nothing more fun than ass play, but one peek at her glistening slit told him it was time to up the ante.
Pressing his left hand on one thigh to steady her, he delivered a sharp smack that pulled a startled gasp. “Problem?”
“No, just wasn’t ready,” she mumbled.
“You remember the safewords, right?” he asked with the next swat.
“Yes.” She nodded, swinging her hair.
“Good. Keep quiet now unless you need to use one.”
Connor spanked her again, and again, increasing the strength by slow increments while maintaining a regular, smooth tempo that built up a heated redness over her quivering backside. Her gasps changed to low moans as he smacked her harder, the moans turning to whimpers that accompanied the shift of her hips under his hand.
“Be still or I’ll ask Master Devin and Master Greg to hold you,” he warned. The quick way she stopped moving drew amused chuckles from the men.
Connor drew out the spanking, slowing and then speeding up, softening his blows before adding a bite of sharp pain with harder slaps. He kept a practiced, careful eye on Tam’s face and body, making sure he didn’t push her too far but enough to give her a good example of pain play. From the continued dampness glistening between her legs, he figured he didn’t need to fret over going too far. Which meant it was time to move on to phase two. A lust-induced thrill stirred his senses as he smoothed his hand over her burning flesh and ran through his options. If she insisted on pushing him into taking her further, he would follow Caden’s advice and get this unasked-for craving for a taste of her out of his system.
“I’m proud of you, Tam,” he told her, adhering to honesty as he helped her sit up. She winced as her naked butt landed on his denim-covered thighs but the glaze of arousal in her pewter eyes spoke volumes, confirming his inability to turn her off from this pursuit.
Resigned to his fate for the evening, he nudged her face up with two fingers under her chin and made sure she was steady enough and aware enough before hauling her upstairs. “Do you need a moment, little one?”
The little minx shifted her ass against the press of his erection and shook her head. “No, Sir. Now what?”
There was no mistaking the eagerness in her voice that matched the excited expectation etched on her face. “Shit. I swear you’ll be the death of me someday. Come on.”
Tamara locked her knees as she stood and realized how wobbly her legs were. With her buttocks throbbing with heat, her pussy aching with a neediness she’d never felt before, she took a deep breath and followed Master Connor as he drew her toward the back stairs. Thank goodness he’d tugged down her skirt even though she admitted to getting an illicit thrill from the exhibitionism part of her first over-the-knee spanking, a spanking those few taps he’d given her at the clinic hadn’t prepared her for. Never in her wildest imaginings could she have envisioned the sheer eroticism of a bare-butt spanking, not to mention how arousing she’d found it to be. Now, with Connor’s urgency coming through loud and clear giving her hope this would all work in favor of advancing their relationship, she trotted up the stairs eager for whatever he planned to do next. As she’d suspected before tonight, if it was Connor’s hands, mouth and eyes on her, she was game for just about anything.
“Do you need help with getting out of that dress?” he asked as they reached a spanking bench.
The music drifted upstairs and blended with the murmured voices and soft, tormented cries resonating around the dim loft. The bench appeared to be the only piece of equipment unoccupied, but that was fine by her.
“No, at least I don’t think so.”
“Then strip while I get a few things.”
Tamara watched him saunter over to a wall cabinet as she shimmied out of the stretchy leather, the brush of cooler air drawing her already puckered nipples into beaded pinpoints as her breasts bounced free of the tight confines. Master Connor returned carrying several objects, the sexy bristles covering his bearded jawline failing to hide the tense tic in his cheek. She knew the second his eyes landed on her denuded labia and hoped that hot gaze meant he was losing his battle to resist her.
“Why is it,” he drawled, tossing his hat and stroking one finger over a nipple, “you can continue to surprise me after all these years?”
“I’m good at it?” Her teasing grin slipped as he circled her nipple and then plucked at the tender nub until she leaned into his hand with a groan. With his riveted, undivided attention focused solely on her, she found it easy to block out the rest of the activity going on around them.
“Yeah, you are. Do you know what these are?” He held up a pair of wicked looking silver clamps, each attached to a four-inch long, one-inch wide metal tube.
Unsure, Tamara shook her head, unable to talk around the lump lodged in her throat. Having knowledge of things such as nipple clamps was one thing; experiencing them firsthand was another. The spanking had started light and enjoyable and ended much harder, yet she found all of it titillating. But the intimacy of lying across his knees and feeling the flat of his hand connecting with her vulnerable backside made that an awesome, desirable experience. Just looking at the metal clamps attached to the strange canister produced a shiver of alarm; not that she feared he’d hurt her, but that she would fail this test.
“Give me a color, Tam.”
The command, delivered in his usual warm, friendly tone held an underlying note of steely insistence. Tamara chose the safest answer. “Yellow, Sir.”
“Good girl. It would have displeased me if you avoided the truth.” Connor dropped the two oval objects attached by a short cord he held in his other hand onto the bench and then opened the clamp on one of the nipple toys. “These are wireless vibrators. They’re perfectly safe but can get intense.” He clipped the clamp on her nipple, the slight pinch more arousing than painful; that was until he tightened it and she yelped. “Breathe through the pain, it’ll settle in a minute. Use yellow again if they become too much for you to handle.”
Tamara sucked in a breath, both to bear down against the discomfort as he attached the other clamp and to bolster her determination to show him she could handle whatever he dished out. Master Connor’s constant, sharp vigilance in watching her with those assessing eyes was as effective at soothing her nerves and warming her heart as when he gave her
a similar look as just Connor, her friend.
A small smile played around his lips as he picked up the other objects off the bench, boosted her up and nudged her shoulders for her to lie back. The clamps and attached tubes tugged on her already pulsing nipples, but when he pressed the buttons on the bottom of the tubes and tiny vibrations encircled her tips, her entire body erupted into a fiery inferno of need.
“Connor!” she cried out without thinking, her hands automatically rising to cover her breasts. A stinging slap on her thigh snagged her breath, the burn working against her ability to hold out as long as possible.
“That’s Master to you and keep quiet unless you need to use a color.” The rebuke lost some of its effect since his grin had spread into a smile wide enough to reveal a flash of straight, white teeth. He reached up and removed her hands, placing them down at her sides before securing each wrist to a strap he wrapped around each thigh. “How does that feel?” he asked, running a finger inside the cuffs, testing the tightness.
Tamara tugged, the yank against her legs feeling strange and arousing at the same time. “It’s fine,” she answered as he pulled off her heels and brought her feet up to lay flat on the end of the bench.
Connor nodded, lifting his eyes to her face as he ran his hands down the insides of her thighs from bent knees to crotch. “Good.” She held her breath as he looked down and used his thumbs to spread her glistening folds.
Embarrassment warred with a suffusion of pleasure. Tamara tried closing her legs, but a pinch to her labia halted her effort. As he reached for the egg-shaped objects, she finally recognized the dual bullet vibrators from her search for a personal toy. Her entire body quaked as he dipped between her buttocks and pressed the lubed egg against her anus.
“Relax and bear down,” he instructed, lifting his gaze to her face once again as he gave a delicate push against her back orifice.
“Easy for you to say,” she muttered.
“Do you wish to say red?”
A pang clutched her abdomen at the look of hopeful expectation on his face, but she refused to let that hurt cut into her resolve to see this night through. After all, it might be the only chance she would get to experience this side of him. “No way.”
“Stubborn to the end.” With a harder push, Connor embedded the small vibrator inside her butt, his other hand never stilling in rubbing the inside of her leg with soothing caresses. He dipped two fingers inside her gaping pussy, his teasing smile returning to loosen his tight lips. “You’re so wet, this one will slide in with no problem.” With a quick thrust, he proved his point, snuggling the larger of the two toys deep inside her vagina.
Tamara squirmed, trying to adjust to the foreign invasions that shifted along her inner muscles as she moved. Spasms of pleasure tickled her insides, surprising her with the strange but arousing sensations erupting in her rectum.
“That was the easy part.” He palmed the remote and flicked the switch, setting up a series of soft pulses that would have sent her flying off the bench if she hadn’t been bound.
“Oh my God,” Tamara groaned, slamming her eyes shut against the rapid rise of arousal and knowing glint in Con’s eyes. The touch of his calloused fingertips along the sensitive skin of her vulva drew a shuddering sigh and she couldn’t keep from lifting against his hand.
“Like that, do you?” he purred in a silky voice. “How about this?” Dipping his thumb inside her pussy, he stroked each side of her clit, tracing the swollen nub with a touch too light to give her the push she both craved and feared.
Biting her lip, Tamara kept her eyes closed despite the desire to catch what Master Connor was thinking on his face as he touched her. The myriad of sensations rolling through her body from her tortured nipples, down to her throbbing pussy and anus and the continued calming brush of his hand along her thigh threw her into a tailspin of rioting emotions. While she hadn’t been celibate the last few years as she pined for Con, nothing could have prepared her for the firestorm of pleasure his touch ignited. Not even the arousal her most vivid, wildest fantasies had unleashed had come close.
Applying a steady pressure against her clit, he rasped in a strained voice that forced her eyes open, “Give me a color, Tam.”
“Green.” Who needed to think when he’d reduced her to a mass of pulsating flesh and hot neediness?
“Shall I see how many times I can make you come?” He pressed harder against the inflamed piece of aching flesh and stopped rubbing her thigh long enough to up the vibrations inside her swollen orifices.
An orgasm hovered, the small contractions preceding the big bang rippling along both vibrators, but she shook her head, bit her lip and tightened her muscles against giving in to the pleasure. This had to go on longer. She needed to wring as much from his attention, from his touch as possible because who knew what mood he would be in tomorrow? “No, I… I can’t,” she begged, her sweat-slick body straining against the bonds and the escalating pleasure.
God, he looked sexy standing between her splayed legs, his hands working on and in her body, his thick, muscled chest and arms taut with his own struggle, his blue eyes smoldering with a flame of lust he couldn’t keep from her. If that was all she could get from him tonight, then she wanted to draw it out for as long as possible.
“I say you can.” Leaning over her damp, quivering body, he continued to toy with her clit and play around the entrance of her pussy while stroking her thigh as he licked over each turgid, throbbing nipple. His voice turned hard and frustration, either with her or himself flashed in his eyes as he looked up and breathed against her trembling mouth, “Now, little one.”
Instead of kissing her, like she yearned for, he delivered a delicious nip to her lower lip, the prick of pain matching the stabbing needles of agony engulfing her nipples as he leaned back, plucked the clamps off without warning and began milking her clit. The sudden, painful cessation of stimulating vibrations and easing of compression shot her off like a rocket, her astonished cry resonating in the surrounding space. Mind-numbing pleasure spiraled through her body, her hips bucking against his marauding fingers as her vaginal and anal walls clutched at the toys still vibrating against them.
Tamara was still catching her breath, still quaking from the small aftershocks rippling through her when Master Connor removed the vibrators and went to one knee, burying his face between her trembling thighs.
“Oh, shit,” she whispered, her fingers itching to sink into his tawny hair and pull his head away before he drove her past the point of sanity.
She could feel his low laugh against her saturated flesh resonating all the way up her core and had no choice but to tighten her thighs against his head as he speared her depths with tongue and fingers at the same time. Her back arched, thrusting her reddened, stiff nipples upward as she pressed her soaked pussy closer to his invading, decadent mouth. A soft, wet stroke lashed over her clit. The press of two fingers against tender nerve endings drew a gush. Teeth nibbled and a tongue soothed. Rough beard bristles tickled and scraped against the tender skin of her inner thighs. Fingers scissored, stretching and teasing before thrusting deep enough to bump her womb. Heat that had just begun to cool returned hotter. Tight vaginal grips that had eased back clutched even harder than before. Contractions built with each finger and tongue stroke until her entire lower body convulsed in a series of climaxes that stripped her of cognizant thought and awareness, thrusting her into a vortex of blinding lights and flooding sensation.
Chapter 9
Connor lifted his head from feasting on Tam’s saturated flesh. Her taste coated his tongue and lips and he could still feel her soft thighs pressed against his face, the tight grip of her climaxes soaking his invading fingers and stroking tongue. Coming to his feet, he ran his hands down her shaking legs, wondering how the hell this hadn’t gone as he’d planned, as he’d needed it to. He had intended to make her wait, to torment her by withholding her climaxes in the hopes the frustration would force her to admit his sexual proclivities
weren’t for her. Instead, he’d found himself powerless to resist the need reflected on her face and in the supplicant gyrations and wetness of her body, her slick heat and soft cries too tempting to ignore.
His cock pressed with painful intensity against his zipper, leaving him desperate for relief. He’d drawn out her pleasure and withheld his too long. One touch would set him off, a touch he knew he could get from any number of willing subs. But looking down at Tam’s flushed face, her chest heaving as she struggled to steady her breathing and regain her senses, he knew there was no way he would do that to her. He may not like how her mere presence had pushed him into topping her tonight or her continued insistence on exploring what his club offered, but that was his problem. There was no choice but to ease his tormented state with her. God help him.
Lowering her legs, Connor flicked a knob on the side of the bench, raising her head halfway up. He couldn’t fuck her – thrusting inside her snug body would cross a line he knew neither of them would succeed in crossing back over to where they were, where he needed their relationship to be. That left him one other option.
Connor ran the pads of his fingers down her damp face as he carefully lowered his zipper, freeing his hard as steel erection. “Are you with me yet, little one?”
Tam blinked her eyes, trying to focus on his face, her lax body revealing the toll multiple orgasms had taken on her muscles. “Getting there,” she returned in a drowsy whisper, the small smile of contentment playing around her mouth causing a tightness in his chest.
He slid his fingers to her cushiony lips as he gripped his cock and stroked over the smooth, damp crown with his thumb. “Oh,” she breathed softly, her small tongue darting out to lick his fingers as the sated glaze cleared from her eyes.
A shiver racked his body, and he cursed the strong effect that sexy gesture produced. “Tell me,” Connor uttered, pulling his right leg out of his jeans and straddling the narrow bench at her shoulders, “are you as good at giving as you are at receiving?”