by lanie love
“You may look at me, Miss Turner,” he says and I quickly glance up into his smiling face. I got it right and have pleased him. I smile, totally pleased with myself, but that smug smile disappears when he leans in to kiss me, plunging his tongue deep within my mouth, biting down on my lower lip sucking it as he pulls out of our kiss. My eyes remain closed, savoring the feeling of his satiny lips on mine. My God, he knows how to kiss. He leaves me breathless. “Have you eaten today, or would you like anything to drink before we begin?”
“I’m fine. I’m eager to get started.” My eyes open, staring into brilliant blue ones.
“That’s what I like to hear,” he says, offering me his hand. “We’ll get right to it.”
“Yes, sir.”
Chapter Twelve
Sage Turner
He guides me upstairs and down a hallway. Just like the first floor, it’s beautifully decorated, but a bit sterile. It does nothing to show off his personality. The way Allie goes on about him, she has me thinking he’s a character. I’m sure he has some kind of Dom wall up with me, but I was hoping to see something of it in his place. Why I care, is beyond me. I chalk it up to the curious fact-finder in me.
“This is where most of our training will take place,” he says, unlocking the door. “If you’re uncomfortable with anything you see here, you only have to say so, and it won’t be used.”
He walks inside, turning on the light before giving me permission to enter. Stepping aside, he studies me as I take in the room. The smell of freshly polished wood and leather invades my senses. My head swings from one side of the room to the other as my eyes roam, taking everything in. I pause at the large four post bed in the middle of the room and glance at the black straps that are attached to both the head and the foot.
My breath catches at the various sizes of belts and whips hanging on the wall. I’ve researched most of these toys, but stayed clear of the many porn videos that popped up in my search engine. Those are usually overdone and as far from reality as you can get. But now, being face to face with it all, I regret not having at least some visual of how it all works. I run my fingers along the rubber strips of one the floggers.
“How do you use this?”
“Most toys can be used for reward or punishment depending on the amount of pain…” He stops mid-sentence to look at me. I see the wheels spinning around in his head when he realizes that he will have to be creative in punishing me since causing me pain may sometimes have the opposite reaction.
“I understand,” I say. This research is about to get very interesting.
“Miss Turner?” His face turns serious and I’m guessing the session is starting. “When you enter this room, you will strip down to your panties and kneel here,” he says pointing to a spot close to the door. “Take off your clothes and kneel now.” He demands and I comply immediately.
“Yes, sir.”
One by one I take off my items of clothing and place them into his waiting hands until I am down to nothing but my lacy red panties. I walk over and kneel. Mr. Wade arranges my body until I am in the proper submissive kneeling position. He instructs me to remain still until he tells me otherwise. He exits and when he returns, I see that he is now walking with bare feet.
I kneel there silent and still, with my head down, studying the floor. I try to make out what he’s doing as he moves about the room. I never realized just how curious I am until now when I’m forced not to be. It’s taking everything in me not to look. My knees begin to stiffen and just as I'm about ready to fall over, he calls to me to come and stand before him. I get up quickly to follow his instructions.
“Look at me.” On their own accord, my eyes roam up and down his body. He has changed out of his slacks and button-down shirt and is now wearing nothing but black boxer briefs and damn, they are fitting him perfect. I’m all but drooling as I take him in. My God, he is beautiful, with muscles for days and just the right amount that would make a girl want to cuddle up so he can hold her without fear that he’d break her. Every inch of him is defined. His body is the epitome of self-control. I don’t think the man has ever eaten a slice of pizza and it shows. I’m getting turned on so, I look away. He leads me over to a type cross and I realize it’s the same contraption used in the scene I was so aroused by at the club. He buckles me in with my wrists and ankles bound spread eagle and I’m now displayed before him. “Do you trust me?”
His question makes me suddenly realize the predicament I'm in. Bound and unable to move, I am completely at his mercy. I don’t even really know this guy. All I know is that he is into some sick shit and I don’t even know how sick. No one even knows that I’m here. I didn’t even tell Laura. He could just do away with me and no one would ever know. No one would think to even question him. Panic begins to set in and I start to tug at the binds on my hands trying to figure out how to get out of them.
“Please, let me out.”
“Sage,” he cups my face with one hand while placing the other on one of my wrist, ready to release it. “In this room, you are the one in control. Nothing will happen here that you don't want to happen. Being bound is part of the experience, but if it’s too much for you, we can do without it.” His eyes are searching mine. Worried and protective, they instantly calm me.
“No,” I say, stopping to swallow. “No. I just, it was just a little freaked out. I’m fine.”
Eyes that were all but a second go worried are now on a face with a cocky arched eyebrow and smirking lips. I’m tempted to fake a freak-out just to wipe that smug look off his face, but I have to give him credit, he’s good. He’s really good at this.
“If at any time you wish for me to slow down or stop you will use the safe word yellow or red, do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“What are your safe words?”
“Yellow to slow down and red to stop, sir.” I say it more as a question than an answer, but he lets it slide.
“Good,” he says. “Are you ready to begin?”
I can hear the uncertainty in his voice. I bet he’s never had to deal with a freaked-out sub before. I must seem juvenile to him. I’m going to blow this whole deal before he even starts the training.
“Yes, sir,” I say it stronger this time, pulling myself together and getting my fear under control.
And just like that, his whole demeanor changes. He becomes rigid and focused again. His face is completely void of emotion, except for his eyes. They are filled with excitement and maybe a little lust. He leans forward and suckles my neck. I lean my head to the side to grant him better access.
“Do you trust me, Miss Turner,” he asks again, his lips on my neck.
“Yes, sir,” I say it with no hesitation.
“Good girl. Now close your eyes and keep them closed until I tell you otherwise, understand?”
“Yes, sir.” I take a deep breath and close my eyes.
He continues his assault on my neck, nipping and sucking his way to my cheek, and finally kissing my lips. His tongue forces its way inside and dances frantically with my own. I feel his fingers as they pinch the nipple of my left breast. I moan in pleasure until I feel the pain of something clamping down hard on it. I rip my lips away from his, sucking in my breath in sheer pleasure as the sensation of pain overtakes my body. My eyes fly open and I look down at my nipple to see it encased crudely in some type of metal clamp.
I begin to pant with excitement and anticipation as I see him about to clamp my right breast, but he stills his movement. I look up at him in confusion, breathing so hard I'm almost to pass out. He tugs on the chain attached to the clamp. It pulls at my nipple, stretching it like a rubber band as my breast fights desperately to keep itself attached to my chest. I moan, throwing my head back. It feels so good. He abruptly stops and my nipple snaps back in place. I look at him, silently pleading for him to continue.
“Miss Turner, your eyes are open. Are you trying to displease me?”
“No, sir.” The words fly out of my mouth,
but I don’t know if I want to please or displease him. Whichever keeps him doing what he’s doing to my tit is the one I want.
“Close your eyes,” he demands. “Open them again and I will punish you, understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
I close my eyes again, squirming when I feel the clamp biting into my right nipple. The pleasure is agonizing. I am on full alert as I try to sense what he’s doing. His palm travels over my ass and down the back of my leg as he gets on his knees in front of me and pulls hard on my panties, ripping them off. My wetness is suddenly exposed to the cool air and it makes my clit hard. I feel the nipple chain dangling down pass my belly button and I flinch when it suddenly hits hard against my clit, causing it to become very sore and swollen. I feel his warm breath there. He’s just inches away. I freeze. Please don't do what I think you're going to do.
“Relax,” he says. “I won't violate our agreement.” I let my senses take over once again. He takes the index finger of one hand and runs it between my legs. “You're already so wet and we've just begun.” I hear a sucking sound and then I almost come when I hear him moan like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. “Mmm,” he says, standing up again. “Here, taste how good you are,” he says, placing his finger into my mouth. I suck my juices off his finger. I hear him gasp as I lick my lips. I prefer the taste of dick, but I don't protest. I don't want to displease Mr. Wade. “Keep your eyes closed.”
“Yes, sir.”
I feel him step away from me and I’m assaulted by the cool air that's left in his wake. I’m straining to hear, but there is only silence. I can sense he’s still in the room, but I have no idea where or what he’s doing. I’m fighting against the overwhelming urge to open my eyes. I start to fidget, pulling at my restraints. I know I'm supposed to trust him, but my anxiety is high. I start to panic again.
Oh no, I don't like this.
Suddenly, I feel the warm palm of his hand press gently on the side of my waist and I jump a little. I feel his breath on my face and the warmth of his body calms me once again. His hand tugs at my chin releasing my lower lip from my mouth and he kisses me gently. He moves to whisper in my ear and I feel his soft, freshly shaven cheek caress against mine. I inhale deeply, taking in the earthy scent of him.
“You are such a good girl,” he whispers to me. “You've just earned your reward.” I tense, wondering what that means. He leans into me once again. “Breathe,” he says softly and I let go of the breath I didn't know I was holding. “Do you know why you're being rewarded?”
“Because, I trusted you enough not to open my eyes, sir?”
“Mm-hmm, you were a very good girl and good girls get rewarded. What are your safe words?”
“Yellow and red, sir.”
“Mmmm, that's my good girl,” he moans. The vibration of his voice goes straight between my legs and my core heats up when he calls me that.
Oh, my God. I'm about to come.
He frees me from the cross. I’m being cradled in his arms and I know that he’s now naked because I can feel his very large erection poking the cheek of my ass. I yelp when he throws me flying through the air. I land face up on the bed and he binds my arms and legs spread eagled again. The room becomes eerie quiet and I am so tempted to open my eyes, but I dare not. I squeeze my eyelids together tightly and wait anxiously for my reward. And Mr. Wade does not disappoint.
My body jerks off the bed as I’m hit with strips of rubber. I know it's the flogger I wondered about earlier. There it is: sweet, delicious, all-consuming stings of pain. I feel them on my legs, on my belly, on my breast. Up my body and back down again, over and over. I cry out in ecstasy not caring who hears. My body is on fire. I feel so alive as I go higher and higher.
Ohhh, yessss. Oh God, I never want it to stop. Oh, please don't stop.
He yanks on the chain that has been dangling from my breast and pulls hard. I feel a sharp pull not only on my breasts, but on my clit as well. I nearly come. My eyes spring open and look down to see that my clit is clamped just like my breasts. All three are connected to that dangling chain that’s now being pulled taut.
What in the hell? When did he attach that?
Those thoughts quickly fly out of my head as he gives me a sharp slap to my clit with the palm of his hand. He drops the flogger to untie my hands only to place a vibrating wand in my right one.
“Make yourself come,” he demands. His voice is low and shaky.
I quickly obey, maneuvering the vibrator around the clamp and pressing it hard on my clit. Mr. Wade is pulling on the chain, making my clit and nipples strain upward. He’s jacking himself off while watching me pleasure myself. Shit, he’s grown incredibly large. I’ve never seen a dick that big. He moves the chain up and down, controlling the amount of pain I’m feeling. Sweet, sweet pain.
That feels so good. I'm going to die. I am going to fucking die.
“Oh, my God… Oh, my God… Oh, my God,” I scream over and over again as I convulse.
My orgasm hits with such force that I squirt cum clear across the room.
“Shit,” he says, furiously works himself over as he pulls the chains hard to prolong my orgasm. Over and over I convulse, and moan, and writhe in pleasure.
“Ohhh, my God,” I cry. I have never in my life cum so long. The bed is soaking wet.
Mr. Wade shoots off seconds behind me.
“Fuck, Sage.” He calls out my name, pumping his cum all over my tits. I look up at him in fascination as I watch him give way to ecstasy. In the back of my mind I wonder how it would feel to taste his cum in my mouth, but I quickly dismiss those thoughts with a pang of guilt. He drains himself dry, then taps his dick on one of my overly ripened nipples. He looks down to see me still shaking from the aftermath of my orgasm. “Welcome to my world,” he breathes out.
I want to give him a witty comeback, but I just smile up at him, exhausted. I never knew orgasms could make you feel as tired as this. I want to discuss it, but I don’t even have the strength to think. Giving up, I drift off to sleep.
Chapter Thirteen
Kent Wade
Sage is in a sex coma sprawled out on the bed. Just looking at her with her hot pink nipples still encased in their clamps and her clit still dripping with her orgasm gets me revved up to go again. She looks so relaxed though, I’m tempted to let her sleep, but I think better of it. We wouldn't want that to become a habit, now would we? I reach down and remove the clamps from her tits and clit. She jumps awake.
“Are the clamps too much for you, Miss Turner,” I ask. Hoping she doesn't want them as a hard limit, but they are very crude.
“Mmmm, no, sir. I like them,” she says in a shy little girl's voice that makes me smirk at her. She's so damn adorable. Adorable? Fuck, this girl is going to be the end of me. I unshackle her and help her to stand, but her legs are like Jell-O, so I wrap her in a robe and carry her next door.
“Is this your room,” she asks, looking around.
No, Angel, it's your room.
“It's the sub’s room,” I answer.
I sit her on the bed and go into the bathroom to bring her a hot towel so I can clean her up. I bend down and begin to wipe my cum off her breast. She laughs and damn if that's not the sweetest sound I've ever heard.
“You're tickling me,” she says, as she swats my hand away “I think I can make it to the bathroom now.” I stand to allow her to pass. “Do you mind if I take a shower?”
“Not at all.” I think about joining her, but I know I'd never let her leave tonight if I did. “You should find everything you need in there. I'll bring your clothes.”
I use the moment it takes as a reprieve to collect my thoughts. I enter the playroom and am overwhelmed the scent of her sex. I inhale deeply, putting on the boxers I discarded before I get hard again. Jesus, she was Goddamn amazing tonight. I’ve never come so damn hard just watching someone else orgasm. And she fucking squirted. Fuck the shit out of me. This little “research training” we have going on is worth watchin
g her do that.
I pick up the flogger where I left it. Cleaning up is usually the job of the submissive, but that's a lesson for another time. I clean it, as well as the clamps, and vibrator, putting them back in place before grabbing her clothes and leaving the playroom for tonight. Sage is in the hallway wearing the cotton robe I left on the hook on the bathroom door. My brow furrows at her in question.
“I was just on my way to clean the playroom, sir. I know that I made a mess with my, uh, orgasm.”
“That was quite a surprise.”
“Sorry, I thought I…” She actually scratches her damn head. “Didn’t I mention that when we made our little arrangement,” she says and I smirk at her failed attempt at playing dumb.
“You certainly didn’t, but I’m sure you omitted that precious little nugget on purpose and I’m quite pleased that you did.” She grins clearly pleased that she’d read me right. I'm pleased at how much she already knows about the importance of seduction. “You’ve made me curious as to what else you might be hiding.” I certainly can’t wait to discover it.
“Well, Curious, I can just clean up before I go.”
“No need. That's a lesson for another day,” I tell her, handing over her clothes. “Come down and join me for a drink when you’re done.”
“Yes, sir.”
“What happened to calling me Curious?”
“I don’t want to press my luck.”
“Smart girl.”
****
I select a pinot noir that I’ve been saving. It was a gift from a French wine connoisseur for featuring his business as a Wade Works favorite. I had no desire to open it before tonight. Part of enjoying a great wine is sharing the experience and Janelle was the only one who matched my passion for it. It’s been socked away in my wine cabinet, but tonight, I think it will pair well with Sage.
