by Marie Tuhart
“Oh.” What the heck could they do in that chair? “What is under the towel, Sir?”
He grinned. “Is your imagination running away with you?”
“A bit, Sir.”
“I thought we’d play with some of the items you bought yesterday.” He pulled the towel off. Yes, there were the cuffs, feather, flogger, paddle, and the massage oils and gels.
Her breath caught in her throat. Anticipation ran through her veins. Josh picked up the restraints and dangled them from one finger.
Claire wiggled as he approached. Her skin was tight, and her pussy was pulsing. He leaned over and placed the cuff around her left wrist. He tightened the Velcro, ran his finger between the cuff and her wrist, then did the same with the right one.
“Why did you do that, Sir?”
“Do what, sweetheart?” He lifted her arms over her head and attached the cuffs to a metal ring she hadn’t noticed before.
“Run your finger under the cuffs, Sir.”
“To make sure they’re not too tight.” He straightened. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself. If your arms start going numb, tell me.” He then picked up another set of cuffs. “I’m going to restrain your legs.”
“Yes, Sir.” She blew out a breath as the first one encircled her right ankle and was pulled tight. Then the left one. She was wide open to him.
Vulnerability hit her hard in the stomach. She started to squirm.
“Easy, sweetheart.” His voice was steady and soft. “Talk to me.”
“Yellow.” She fought to get air into her lungs.
“Claire.” Josh sat down on the bed and leaned over, his face close to hers. “I’ll undo them.”
“No.” While the word came out, it was more of a croak.
“I make the decisions.” He started to reach for her foot.
Her breathing was getting easier now. “Please, Sir.”
He faced her again, concern in those green eyes.
“I’m getting better, Sir.”
He shook his head. “Sweetheart, you’re distressed.”
She wanted to deny his words, but he was right. “Sir, please listen to me.” She waited until she had his attention, not that it had really left her. “I felt vulnerable for a moment, and it’s not something I have felt in a long time. It paralyzed me, Sir.”
“More the reason for me to remove them.”
“I’m okay, now, Sir.” If she could have moved her arms, she would have touched his face to soothe the worry she saw there. “I’m being honest, Josh…Sir.”
“Can you tell me more about the vulnerability you felt?” His features relaxed slightly. If she hadn’t been watching him so closely, she would have missed it.
“Just that I couldn’t get away if I tried, Sir.”
He nodded. “I want you to pull hard on your left leg. Like you want to kick something.”
She frowned at him.
“Do it,” he ordered.
She pulled her leg like she was going to kick. There was tearing sound, and then, her leg was free. Her eyes went wide.
“Because you’ve never been fully restrained before, the ones on your ankles are not fully engaged. I did that so you could get loose anytime you wanted.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Relief hit her and helped calm her racing heart.
“I’m going to redo the restraint now.” He pulled her left leg and put the restraint back on the ankle.
Her breathing hitched, but the vulnerability she’d experienced earlier wasn’t as bad as the first time. She blew out a breath. “I’m fine, Sir.”
“Just keep communicating with me.” He turned to the side table and picked up the feather tickler and the mini flogger. When he turned to her, he had a frown on his mouth. “I was going to blindfold you, but I don’t want you to panic. Can you keep your eyes closed for me?”
“I can try, Sir.” She let her lashes fall. He was probably right; a blindfold might be too much right now. A shiver of anticipation slid over her skin, making her tremble.
The feather caressed her forehead and then her eyelids. Soft and sensual against her skin. The feather slid over her nose then played with her lips and shifted lower.
It tickled the tops of her breasts before it swirled around her left nipple. “Oh my.” The words slipped out.
The slight sensation of the feather tickling her nipple made it pucker as if asking for more. Then he switched to her right nipple.
“Responsive, little thing.” His voice was soft. “Your nipples are hard.”
“The feather tickles, Sir.” Her nerves danced beneath her skin as she thought about what the feather would feel like in more intimate places, like her pussy.
The feather skimmed from her nipples to her stomach, causing her to take a deep breath in anticipation. It fluttered downward, barely touching her mound. Her hips shifted, and she fought not to open her eyes.
No, she would keep them shut. She wouldn’t disappoint him. She stiffened in reflex when his fingers parted her pussy lips, and he paused. “It’s fine, Sir.”
“I’m trusting you to tell me if it’s too much.”
“Yes, Sir.” Right now, she was dying to have him touch her, but she didn’t think he’d take it well if she ordered him to do so. The feather touched her clit and her eyes opened as the shock of the feather against her clit shot through her. Claire jerked her legs, and the restraints gave way as she almost kicked Josh in the head.
“Whoa, sweetheart.” He placed his hands on her legs.
“Damn, that was like an electric charge.” She stared at him, his dark hair mussed. Her legs relaxed and fell against his waist, and she wanted him.
He grinned. “Then I’ll have to be extra careful, won’t I?”
“More. Please, Sir.”
“Let’s try something different.” He set down the feather and picked up the mini flogger from where he had set it on the mattress. “I’m going to try this without restraining your legs.” He maneuvered on the bed until her legs dropped to his hips. “Bend your knees and place your feet flat on the mattress.”
She did as he asked but kept her gaze on the flogger in his hand. Lord, if he touched her pussy, she’d orgasm.
He pushed her knees out, opening her up to him. “Close your eyes.”
The command in his voice had her lashes falling. She waited, but nothing happened. She was about to open her eyes when soft tendrils of the mini flogger swatted the inside of her thigh. Heat followed the hit.
The next swat was slightly harder, and the heat grew and spread. Her nerves fluttered with each gentle hit of the flogger on her thighs, and then he flogged the top of her mound.
Her stomach tightened, and her fingers clenched, anticipating when he would get to her clit or her slit. She didn’t have to wait long. The next hit was to her slit.
Her pussy clenched as waves of pleasure flowed from her core to her nipples and back again. Her lips parted. The next one was a bit harder, and she moaned. Heat filled her body; she was burning up.
Claire shifted, and Josh grasped her hip with his free hand. “Don’t move, my sweet.”
Ugh, did he have any idea of how difficult that was? She nodded. Her breathing was faster now. On the next swat, she thrust her hips up.
“Bad girl,” he whispered as he swatted her again, right on her slit.
She couldn’t describe the sensations flowing through her—pleasure, need, and… She didn’t know what. Her clit throbbed, begging for attention. Her nipples were tight, and the heat flowed through her like she had lava in her veins.
The next swat grazed her clit. The tingling sensation grew stronger, and she panted. How much more could she take?
This next one was directly on her clit. She let out a cry as her toes curled, and pure pleasure swept from her clit to her nipples and all over. She trembled as ecstasy took over, every nerve ending coming alive. Her body shook with the force of the orgasm rolling through her.
The next thing she knew, her arms were being lowered and Jos
h was cradling her against his body.
“So damn, fucking beautiful,” he whispered.
Aftershocks still shook her body. “I’ve never felt anything like that, Sir.”
His arms tightened around her. Claire lay in his arms, enjoying his embrace. Maybe after she rested a bit, they could have round two.
****
Josh shifted on the bed. He glanced at Claire as she slept in his arms. She was so damn responsive. He hadn’t expected her to rip her legs out of the restraints when he ran the feather over her clit.
He’d kept his eyes on her reactions through the whole session. Her skin had flushed on the first touch of the feather on her breasts, then her breathing had increased as the feather continued to play over her skin.
When he realized how sensitive her clit was, he had to see how far he could push her before she climaxed. It hadn’t taken much with the mini flogger to get her off, and she was so beautiful when she orgasmed.
She was the perfect sub for him. His cock jerked as she shifted in his arms. He’d been hard for a while now. He’d take care of himself in a little while; right now, he just wanted to lie there with her in his arms.
They didn’t have a lot of time left together, just a few days, but he was going to use them to the fullest. He began making a list of items he wanted to try on her next. His dick pulsed as he made mental notes.
After thirty minutes, he shifted her from his arms to the mattress and pulled his hard cock from his shorts. He began stroking himself, running his fingers over the head of his dick. He almost let out a groan.
The mattress shifted, and he opened his eyes. Claire was staring at him. She licked her lips then crawled down the mattress.
“Poor Josh,” she said, her breath teasing his skin. “Let me take care of you.”
Before he could ask her what she meant, she pushed his hand away and replaced it with her hand and her mouth.
“Fuck.”
Her mouth closed over the top of his cock. Heat flashed up his spine. She nipped and licked while stroking him. Slowly, she took him fully into her mouth.
He fought against grabbing her head and thrusting himself in and out of her sweet mouth. She was doing this for him and not because he had told her to. He would restrain himself even if it killed him.
She began to slide her mouth up and down, sucking and humming against his cock. His hands fisted the comforter beneath him. His balls tightened. To his surprise, she moved her hand and mouth faster.
His cock pulsed with each swipe of her tongue over his sensitive skin. His balls constricted further. “Sweetheart, I’m about to blow my load.”
Her gaze met his, and he could see the desire there. Her fingers found his balls and caressed them. Their gazes held as he climaxed.
Josh couldn’t believe he had shot his load into her mouth so easily. He rarely came in a woman’s mouth. This woman was a witch. His cock twitched as she cleaned him up then maneuvered herself up his body.
“Naughty girl,” he whispered, pulling her down for a kiss. He tasted his own salty juices on her lips, and his dick jumped. The damn thing was ready for round two. Or maybe it was round three. It really didn’t matter.
He broke the kiss, and Claire laid her head on his shoulder. He held her. Her body went lax, and he glanced at her. She was asleep again. He didn’t blame her. She must be wrung out.
****
Dinner was a quiet affair after their afternoon play and nap. Josh had carried Claire into the shower. She now sat at his table, wearing his shirt and nothing else. His cock pulsed.
Down, boy. The damn thing had been hard since the moment he’d seen Claire in her room at the inn. Claire shifted in her seat and when her gaze met his, her cheeks turned pink.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, picking up her empty plate. At least she had eaten.
“I’m fine.” Her lips tilted up, but she didn’t quite smile.
Josh loaded the dishwasher while watching Claire. She would sip at her water glass, but her eyes had this faraway look in them. He strode over to her and stood in front of her.
After a few moments, she blinked and shook her head. “I’m sorry, were you standing there long?”
“Not long.” Josh took her hands and pulled her to her feet. He nudged her hair back from her face before running his fingers over her cheek. “Did I push you too hard this afternoon?”
“What? No.” Her forehead wrinkled in confusion.
“Honesty, Claire.”
“I am being honest.”
“Then why so quiet?” He led her over to the sofa, but instead of having her sit down, he sat and pulled her into his lap. Her head automatically went to his shoulder. Some of his tension eased.
“I’m trying to process everything.” Her hand fluttered to his chest.
“Did I hurt you in any way?”
She shook her head. “Josh, everything you did to me was…I want to say different, yet fantastic.”
“Is there a ‘but’?”
“Not really a ‘but.’ More like an ‘and.’ I’ve never felt that way before.”
“Can you tell me what you are feeling?”
She shifted on his lap, and damn if his dick didn’t perk up more.
Josh grit his teeth, willing his cock to settle down.
“Contented.” She let out a sigh. “I know it sounds funny, but while at first I felt a little too vulnerable, once you started touching me, all I could think of was your touch against my heated skin.” She titled her head up. “It was like everything floated away, and all I could do was feel.”
He nodded. “That’s a good thing. You’re a natural submissive in the bedroom. Your body recognized that I would take care of both of you.”
“It was wonderful. I’ve never felt so free. And that’s what I’m still processing.”
“How would you feel if tomorrow I push you a bit further?”
“Can you tell me what you’re thinking about doing?”
He usually didn’t tell his subs what he was planning, but he’d make an exception in her case. He’d give her an idea. “I was thinking of using nipple clamps, a vibrator, bullet, and of course, restraining you again. Maybe I’ll use a different flogger, and we’ll be playing with the paddle you bought. Plus using some of those interesting gels as well.”
“That’s a lot.”
“We have all day tomorrow.”
“Yes.” She snuggled against him. “Josh, am I keeping you from your work?”
“I took some days off.”
“I meant your club.”
“No, I have time to finish up.” The equipment wouldn’t arrive until four days before the opening. The stages were almost done. The plumbers were coming next week, and then that part would be done. His inspections were to take place two weeks before the club was due to open.
Pretty much everything was close to being done; barring any last-minute delays or emergencies, it was going as planned.
“As long as you’re sure.”
“I am.” He shifted. “You go back to work next Monday?”
“Yes. Actually, I start my new job this Monday. I took vacation at the right time.”
“Oh, I know you told me, but my brain is mush.”
“Still IT, but now, I’ll get to travel to help our satellite offices. We’ve been opening more and more of them. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do.”
“That’s great.” He was happy, because she sounded happy, but he didn’t like her traveling alone. “Will you be going alone?”
“For the most part, yes.”
“And you’ll be careful.”
“I’m always careful.” Her lips brushed his neck. “There’s only one man who has slipped beneath my defenses so quickly, and I’m sitting on his lap.”
Josh grinned. Damn if her words didn’t stroke his ego. He glanced at his watch. It was almost nine. “It’s almost nine. Do you want to spend the night here or go back to the inn?” He wasn’t going to assume she’d stay here.<
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“Do you mind if I go back to the inn? I only packed extra clothes for after our hike.”
“You could stay in my shirt.”
She laughed. “I could, but then what would I wear tomorrow?”
“I have more shirts.”
“I’m sure you do. How about I pack a bag for tomorrow night?”
“Deal.” He brushed a kiss over her soft lips.
“I better go get dressed.” Claire slid off his lap and disappeared down the hallway.
He had a few days to convince her to take things beyond this fling. Because he wanted that more than he’d ever wanted it before. He wanted her. In his life. He stood and went to his room to dress.
Chapter Seven
The next day, Claire looked through her clothes. What to pack for Josh’s? He said he’d be there at ten to pick her up; it was nine-thirty now. She’d woken early, gone down, and had breakfast, then had come back up to her room.
She grabbed her small bag. A shiver slid over her skin. Josh’s dominance over her body yesterday had haunted her dreams in a good way. She had awakened several times, reaching for him. She’d only had a few lovers, but none of them affected her like Josh did.
Claire looked down at her bag. Yoga pants, T-shirt, toiletries, underwear. She needed something to sleep in, or did she? She usually wore a tank top and shorts to bed. Should she take them? What were the odds she’d need them?
Ugh. She threw them in. If she needed them, fine. If not, no harm. What else did she need? She grabbed her phone charger and tossed it in the bag. She didn’t need her tablet; she doubted she’d have time to read.
A giggle escaped her lips. She placed her hand on her heart. Was she really doing this? Planning a day and night of sex with a man she’d known less than a week? Yes, she was.
A grin curved her lips. Never in a million years did she think she’d have a vacation fling, let alone one where she was submissive to a man. But she was enjoying her time with Josh, both in bed and out. There was a spark there, and she looked forward to fanning it into a bigger flame. She wished they had more time together to explore this attraction.
