Four Beautiful Letters: BDSM

by Thompson, Claire

  “Impressive,” Sophia said.

  “But boring,” Nick said with a wave of his hand. “We didn’t come to this dungeon party to talk about our work, right?” He swiveled on his stool, raking his eyes over her body, his eyes glittering.

  A shiver of desire moved over Sophia’s skin, her nipples stiffening beneath his assessing gaze.

  “You stayed under for quite a long time in the submersion tank,” he remarked, breaking the spell. “I was holding my breath along with you.”

  “You were?” Sophia grinned. Her grin fell away as she recalled the dark, enveloping feel of the water closing over her head as Nick lowered her into the water, and the raw, visceral thrill as he held her down.

  Nick nodded. “I was impressed with your breath control. And how calm you seemed to be. I’d love to see how you handle other sorts of sensory deprivation.” He placed his hand lightly over hers on the bar.

  The atmosphere shifted again between them, like bits of colored glass in a kaleidoscope falling into a sparkling alignment of possibility.

  “There’s nothing sexier than a sub, tightly bound, gagged and blindfolded, completely at my mercy, with no idea of what’s coming next.” His voice, already deep, dropped a notch, his dark eyes boring into hers. “She doesn’t know if it will be a brush of lips over her skin, a twist of her nipples, the snap of a whip, or the bite of a cane.”

  “Oh,” Sophia breathed softly, her heart suddenly pounding.

  “I’m not much for casual play, Sophia. If we scene together, every boundary you thought you had will be challenged. Every limit tested. Every sensation explored.” His grip on her hand tightened, his eyes hooding as he gazed directly into her soul. “Does that work for you?”

  Chapter 2

  Sophia drew in a sharp breath. This man—this virtual stranger—had somehow intuited her darkest fantasy. Every boundary challenged… Every limit tested… Every sensation explored…

  “Oh, yeah,” she said eagerly. “That works for me.”

  “Great,” Nick said. “That station over there with the swivel sling just came free. Let’s go grab it.” He slid from his stool and hoisted his gear bag onto his shoulder.

  “Yum,” Sophia said eagerly, also getting to her feet. “I’ve seen those before. They’re motorized, right?”

  “Yep,” Nick agreed, flashing a grin. “Round and round she goes, and where she stops, only her Dom knows.”

  “Cute,” Sophia said with a grin. There was a playful side to this man. Too many guys in the scene took themselves way too seriously.

  They made it to the station before anyone else got there. The swing was beautiful, made out of a single piece of black leather with attached stirrups and a chain at each corner. The chains joined together in an apex that hooked onto the motorized carabiner.

  Nick placed his hands on Sophia’s shoulders. “I plan to secure you in the swing so you can’t move. I will gag and blindfold you. You will be unable to stop the scene except with a safe signal.” He studied her face, his expression serious. “Do I have your permission to take full control for the duration of the scene?”

  She stared back at him, her heart doing a fluttery dance in her chest, her nipples pressing hard against her bustier. “Yes, Sir.”

  Sir? Where had that come from? Sophia never went in for protocol. But somehow the honorific had slipped off her tongue of its own accord.

  “Good,” he said, his eyes blazing with an inner fire that caused an answering heat to leap to life deep in her belly. “Strip out of those sexy clothes. I want you completely naked for this.”

  Sophia nodded. She took off her things and set them near Nick’s gear bag. She watched with eager anticipation as he adjusted the height of the swing. He helped her up, settling her feet into the leather stirrups so that her legs were extended and spread wide.

  She gripped the chains on either side of her as she watched him unzip his gear bag. He pulled out a purple silicone double penetration vibrator still in its original packaging, along with a tube of lubricant.

  “Whoa,” Sophia breathed. “That thing looks pretty intense.”

  Nick smiled. “It is. Do you have a problem with intense?”

  “No,” she replied staunchly. After all, this was why she’d come to Desire Island—for intensity of experience. “I can handle it.”

  “I’m sure you can,” Nick said with a smile. He squirted lube over both heads of the toy. “Scoot forward on the seat. I want full access to your cunt and ass.”

  Sophia shifted her bottom on the smooth leather. She glanced around at the small crowd who had formed around the station. It was the same at the BDSM clubs she went to in the city. For every scene, you got an audience whether you wanted them there or not.

  Crouching, Nick eased the lubricated double phalluses carefully into her cunt and ass. Aside from a flash of pain as the anal dildo fully penetrated, they went in easily. Nick clearly knew what he was doing.

  Taking a step back, he said, “Since you’re in a sitting position, you should be able to keep those in. Do they feel okay? Seated properly?”

  “Yeah.” The sensation of two silicone shafts inside her was actually quite pleasurable. This was going to be fun.

  “Excellent,” Nick said.

  He cuffed and clipped her wrists to the back two chains of the sling. Returning to the gear bag, he pulled out a rubber horse-bit gag, also in its original wrapper.

  Sophia’s pulse picked up its pace. How had he known? She loved to be gagged, but hated ball gags. Bit gags were so much nicer.

  As Nick buckled it around her head and fitted it into place, he said, “Remember, if you have to stop the action, use the club safe signal. You just open and close your hand in a fist. Okay?”

  “Yrgg,” she mumbled against the bit, showing him the signal with her right hand.

  “Now the blindfold.” He pulled a molded sleep mask from his bag of toys.

  A shudder moved through Sophia’s body as he placed it over her eyes. She felt deliciously vulnerable—cuffed, gagged and blindfolded—utterly at this man’s mercy.

  She gave an involuntary yelp of surprise when the dildos inside her suddenly vibrated to life. Pleasure coursed through her body, her clit throbbing from the vibrations radiating outward. Then the swing began to turn in a slow circle, adding to her sense of helpless disorientation.

  Nick chuckled softly nearby. “That should be a nice distraction from the pain,” he said. “You do understand there will be pain.” It wasn’t a question.

  She jerked, reflexively tightening her grip on the chains at the sudden, painful flick of something against her inner thigh. A single tail, her brain informed her. It struck again, this time on her other thigh. Again she twitched, moaning against the bit.

  The tail lashed her legs and snapped across her shoulders, its strike random and biting as she slowly spun. Her nerve endings were firing in a confusion of pleasure from the vibrating sex toy entwined with erotic pain flicking over her skin at each snapping stroke of the whip.

  Then, the heavy tresses of a flogger thudded over her shoulders while stinging leather flicked across the tops of her bare breasts.

  How could Nick possibly deliver blows to both her front and back at once?

  The answer dawned—he couldn’t. Someone else had to have joined him.

  The swing continued to turn. As she rotated, a whip cut across her nipples. She moaned against the gag, tears leaping to her eyes. The flogger crashed over her shoulders and upper back.

  Around and around she spun as the cane, the single tail, the flogger and the vibrating sex toy continued their relentless assault. The sensations built, rising like a huge wave inside of her until she was mewling and trembling uncontrollably. The chains dug into her palms as she gripped them tightly. Her underarms prickled with perspiration, her breath labored against the gag, her heart thundering like a racehorse.

  The dildos inside her ratcheted up in speed, the vibrations throbbing against her distended, aching clit. T
he pain and the pleasure rose in a wild, tumultuous crescendo of sensation. Her head fell back, her mouth opening in a scream around the bit as a powerful orgasm ripped through her body and exploded through her mind…

  ~*~

  Nick and Dylan Gold, the staff Dom who’d assisted him during the scene, stood side-by-side, whip arms lowered, their eyes fixed on Sophia as she floated somewhere far beyond their reach. Her head was back, her lips softly parted. Her skin was flushed and faintly sheened with perspiration. A kind of inner light suffused her features as she drifted in post-orgasmic submissive subspace.

  “She’s something, your girl,” Dylan said admiringly as they gazed at her. “She’s still flying.”

  “She’s not my girl,” Nick said automatically. Realizing he sounded like an idiot, he amended, “That is, we only just met today. But, yeah. She’s definitely somewhere up there in the sub ozone.”

  Gently, so as not to disturb her, he removed the dildos. Sophia sighed, but otherwise remained still, a soft, peaceful smile on her lips.

  Her trusting surrender and powerful response during the scene had moved Nick in a way he hadn’t expected. Normally a one-scene-and-done kind of guy, he was shocked to realize he wanted to take her back to his room to play with for the rest of the night. He pulled himself up short, however, not wanting to send the wrong signal or move too fast.

  “Hey, there,” he said softly as he removed the sleep mask from her face. “You okay?”

  Sophia’s eyelids fluttered open. She fixed her gaze on his face with a sexy, satisfied look. “Very okay. That was awesome.”

  “You took quite a whipping,” Nick replied with a grin as he helped her from the swing. Power still coursed pleasantly through his veins. His cock was stiff in his jeans, but he was content to wait until later for relief.

  Sophia swayed slightly as she got her bearings.

  “I want to take care of those welts. Do you need to sit down?” Dylan asked, placing a solicitous hand on her shoulder.

  “No, I’m good,” she replied, standing taller. “Thanks.”

  Nick pulled the tube of specialty balm he kept in his gear bag. As he stroked it into her skin, Dylan helpfully wiped down the swing and impact toys.

  “Thanks for your help,” Nick said to him.

  “Yeah,” Sophia added. “Thank you very much.” She flashed a dimpled grin.

  “My pleasure,” Dylan replied with a smile. Turning to Nick, he added, “You’ve got yourself quite a little firecracker there.” He lifted his chin toward Sophia for emphasis.

  Nick laughed. “Don’t I know it.”

  Dylan’s eyes lit up as a woman with short auburn hair and large hazel eyes appeared. She wore a low-cut black minidress, her feet bare, a pretty red opal pendant around her neck that matched the one around Dylan’s neck.

  “There you are,” Dylan said, kissing her on the nose. Putting his arm around her, Dylan turned to Nick and Sophia. “This is Kendra, my sweetheart,” he said. “Kendra. Meet Nick and Sophia, two new guests to the island.”

  As they exchanged greetings, Nick was struck by the easy love that flowed between the pair, creating a kind of warm glow that surrounded them both. What would it be like to love someone like that, and to be so loved in return? Nick gave himself a mental shake. He wasn’t even sure he knew what love was.

  Grabbing their stuff, Nick and Sophia moved away from the scene station to allow the next players their turn. Nick pulled out the extra bottle of water he’d snagged at the juice bar and held it out for Sophia to sip.

  She took a long drink and handed it back to him. “Thanks.” Still naked, she held her clothes bunched under one arm.

  “Can I help you back into that corset?” Nick asked, swinging his repacked gear bag over his shoulder.

  “No, thanks,” Sophia replied with a shake of her head. She opened her tote and pulled out a bright red bikini top and matching sarong. “I’d rather wear this, if you don’t mind.” She chuckled, adding, “Or even if you do.”

  He grinned. “I don’t blame you. I have no idea how you women manage those tight-fitting outfits and stiletto heels.”

  “Oh, I draw the line at the heels, ,” Sophia said, still smiling. “The corsets and bustiers make me feel sexy, and I love the scent of leather. But there’s nothing sexy about a twisted ankle. Talk about torture devices,” she added with a dimpled grin. “I never could learn to totter on those things.”

  Nick laughed. “You’re funny.”

  “Uh oh,” Sophia said, wrinkling her nose. “And here I was, going for sultry and mysterious.”

  Nick laughed again, in spite of himself. Who was this girl? He glanced around, wondering if he should take her to another scene station, or to one of the private fetish rooms for something more intimate. Maybe he’d just throw caution to the winds and take her right up to his room and…

  “Hey, want to take a walk out on the beach?” Sophia asked, breaking into his thoughts. “I could use a little fresh air to clear my head. That scene was really powerful.”

  “Oh, uh, sure,” Nick said, regrouping. She was right—there was no rush.

  They left the dungeon and walked through the lobby to the main doors. Leaving their bags at the reception counter to collect later, they headed directly out to the beach.

  The evening air was pleasant, a sea breeze stirring the air. They walked past the tiki bar, which was lit with hundreds of tiny lights strung around and between the palm trees. They passed small groups clustered around the fire pits, their faces lit by the flickering flames.

  As they moved farther along the cool sand, the murmurs of the other guests were muted against the sound of the waves breaking along the shore. The sky was inky black overhead, sprinkled with tiny, sparkling stars.

  “You handle yourself very well during fairly intense scenes,” Nick commented. “I take it you have a lot of experience?”

  Sophia shrugged. “I’ve been in the scene for years. I’ve gone to BDSM clubs and conventions and played with a lot of different guys, but nothing long term has really worked out. I did live with this guy for a while who identified as a Dom. I thought I loved him, and I definitely wanted to please him, but it didn’t work out. He wanted me to try the whole Master/slave thing. I loved the BDSM play, and he knew what he was doing, so I figured, what the hell? I’d give it a shot.” She laughed, shaking her head.

  “Didn’t work out so well, huh?” Nick surmised, trying to imagine this strong-willed young woman on her knees.

  “You could say that,” she agreed. “He did say that,” she added with a laugh. “I tried. I honestly did, but I couldn’t get into the whole sub thing—at least not in the way he wanted. He wanted a docile, submissive slave girl who would massage his feet and say, ‘Yes, Master,’ to everything he said, even if it was bullshit.” She chuckled. “He wanted to take full control of my life, down to what I spent on toothpaste and what brand of underwear I wore.”

  “How long did that last?”

  “Two weeks.”

  Nick laughed. “That’s thirteen days longer than I would have given it. You’re definitely not the slave type.”

  “No,” Sophia agreed with a rueful grin. “I’ve since learned to be more honest—both with my partner and myself.”

  “That’s a good thing,” Nick said. Though he normally gravitated toward just such docile, submissive slave girls, he found himself enchanted with this brash, self-confident, funny young woman.

  “So,” she said, turning to look at him as they walked. “Maybe you can explain it to me.”

  “Explain what to you?”

  “What a Dom gets out of a BDSM scene. I’m not talking about the Master/slave dynamic. I’m just talking about the powerful interaction of pure, raw BDSM. I know what I get from it. The intensity, the erotic pain, the blinding pleasure, the excitement, the thrill of letting go, of total surrender. But you? You have to work so hard, and for what? Just to watch me go berserk?”

  Nick laughed. “It doesn’t feel like work t
o me. It’s sheer pleasure. I love the look of erotic fear in a sub’s eyes. I get off on the power of having complete control over her body and her experience. When a scene is good—when the connection is there—it’s like I’m right there with you on that wild roller coaster of sensation and emotion. And to know I caused that—that I can give that to another person—it’s amazing, really. But it’s even more than that.” He paused, trying to find the words.

  “It’s about trust,” he said finally. “I guess if I’m honest, I don’t trust very many people. I’m used to the cutthroat environment of high-stakes real estate development and backroom deal making. Some people in the business think nothing of pulling the rug out from under you if there’s an extra nickel to be made. And when it comes to women”—he paused, not wanting to sound like a jerk—“well, let’s just say there are some women who are more attracted to your wallet than to you as a person. Sometimes I find myself questioning their motives. I don’t like to be like that, so I tend to keep myself to myself, probably more than I should.”

  “That’s got to be rough, having all that money,” Sophia said with a saucy grin.

  “Oh, I didn’t mean—”

  “I’m just teasing,” she said, her smile widening, her eyes dancing with good humor. “I get it. You want to be loved for you, not your Patek Phillipe.”

  “Something like that,” Nick agreed with a grin.

  He stopped walking, causing Sophia to stop too. He lifted her hand to his face and turned it so he could kiss her palm. He stopped himself in time. What was he doing? She would get the wrong idea.

  Or was it the right idea?

  He lowered her hand, but kept it loosely held in his as they resumed walking. “Back to what you asked—to what makes me tick as a Dom. Sometimes something happens. It’s rare and I guess that makes it all the more special. The connection is just there. It’s like an alchemical reaction—almost magical. There’s no awkwardness. The trust is immediate and real. I felt it this afternoon in the tank with you, and I felt it again tonight.”

  He stared down into her eyes, which shone in the starlight. His lips tingled with the need to touch hers. He reached for her, closing his eyes in anticipation of her melting into his arms…