by Marie Tuhart
She glanced at the clock. Damn, she had fifteen minutes to get downstairs. She ran into the bathroom, pulled a brush through her hair, and then tossed the brush in the bag and zipped it shut.
Okay, bag, purse and… She needed shoes. She found her sneakers and slipped them on. She took a deep breath to calm her racing heart, picked up her overnight bag and purse, and left her room.
It was nine-fifty-five when she descended the stairs into the lobby. Jared was behind the desk, as always.
“Good morning, Claire.”
“Morning, Jared.”
“Don’t forget you have a reservation at the Red Clover at seven.”
Damn, she had forgotten. “Thanks. Have a great day.” Her nerves danced as she walked out the front door to wait for Josh.
His truck pulled up the driveway. She walked to meet him and climbed in.
“Hi,” she said, setting her bag on the floor and fastening her seatbelt.
“Why were you waiting outside?”
She frowned. “I wanted to.” What difference did it make?
He drove away from the inn. “Sweetheart, I would prefer you wait for me to come and get you.”
“Is this a Dom thing?”
He grinned. “Yes, it is.”
“Okay. I’ll try.” She cleared her throat. “You know how we talked about me treating you to dinner?”
“Yes.” His finger drummed against the steering wheel.
“Well, I’d forgotten until Jared reminded me that I have a reservation at the Red Clover tonight. Will you dine with me?”
He glanced over with a flash of surprise on his face. “How did you manage to get a reservation?”
“There happened to be a cancellation when I checked in. What do you say?”
“Why not?” He flashed her a grin.
She relaxed. “It does mean you’ll need to take me back to the inn early so I can get ready.”
He glanced at the bag at her feet and raised his eyebrows.
Claire shook her head. “Jared didn’t remind me until I got to the lobby. What I want to wear is in my room. Plus, I want to surprise you.” She knew exactly what she was going to wear. When they’d been in the adult store, Robin had a small selection of clothing, and Claire had found the perfect dress.
“I guess I can do that. What time is our reservation?”
“Seven, so if you have me back at the inn by five, that should give me enough time.”
“All right.” He pulled into his driveway and pushed the remote for the gate to open. “But you owe me for this.”
“Anything you say, Sir.” She’d surprised herself by tacking on the “Sir.” She’d only used it in the bedroom, but it felt right.
“Damn,” he whispered as he parked the truck. He flipped the key off and shifted in his seat. “You are killing me.” He released his seat belt and then hers before stepping out of the truck.
His gait was stiff as he walked around the truck. Claire frowned. Was he okay? He opened her door and grasped her by the waist. Josh lifted her out of the truck, letting her slide down his body. Heat flared deep in her.
Her eyes widened when his hard cock brushed over stomach as he lowered her to her feet. So that’s why he was walking funny. She thought about reaching down and giving his cock a squeeze but thought better of it. This was uncharted territory for her. They weren’t in the bedroom, but his control was palpable.
She looked up, and he was gazing down at her.
“Inside, before I ravish you out here,” he whispered.
She reached back for her bag, but he captured her hand. “I’ll get it. Go.” He twisted until she was facing the house.
Claire stepped away from him. He slapped her ass, and she jumped, then laughed. “Starting early, are we?” Her skin heated, and a thrill of anticipation flowed through her veins. His dominant side did that for her.
He stared at her. The desire and passion in his eyes made her blood heat. He took a step toward her, and she took off at a jog with a laugh.
Why was it when she was with Josh, her cares seemed to float away? Maybe for the first time in a while, she was actually happy. He made her that way. She waited for him by the front door. His brows rose when he saw her.
She said, “The front door is locked.”
While she hadn’t tried it, she knew him. He fished his keys out, unlocked the door, and pushed it open. A naughty feeling came over her, she reached down and squeezed his hard cock before dancing into the house, making sure to kick off her shoes by the front door.
Josh followed her more slowly as she backed her way through the house, but his gaze never left hers. The fire in his eyes made her quiver with need. His stride was unhurried, but purposeful. Claire had a feeling today was going to be fun.
“You’ve got five minutes to strip and be on the bed.” His voice had that low, husky command to it.
“Yes, Sir.”
She hurried down the hallway to the play bedroom as she called it. She was waiting for Josh when he sauntered into the room.
He went to the dresser, opened the drawers and began pulling things out—vibrator, flogger, the paddle, some bottles, and something small she couldn’t quite make out.
Josh turned his head and stared at her. “Today, I’m going to push you a bit more like we talked about last night. Are you okay with that?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her skin tingled with anticipation. The heat in his gaze sent a sizzle of awareness through her. She loved every second of it.
He walked to the closet, opened it, pulled something black out, approached the bed, and put the item on the settee. Claire tilted her head and stared at the wedge-like object.
He patted the wedge. “This will allow me to put you into different positions, but it’s for later. Right now—” He picked up the restraints he’d put on the table yesterday. “—get on your stomach.”
She rolled over, and he began restraining her arms and then her legs. “Okay?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir.” None of the panic she’d felt yesterday was present today. There was still a little vulnerability, but that was to be expected. She could barely move.
“I’ve made the restraints a little tighter today, so if you have any issues, tell me.”
“I will, Sir.”
“Let’s start with this.” He held up a bottle of the massage oil she’d bought. He knelt on the bed then straddled her lower legs. The snap of the bottle opening sounded loud. Then his hands were on her shoulders.
She let out a moan as he kneaded her muscles, the scent of vanilla tickling her nose. “I really bought that for you, so I could give you a massage.”
He swatted her ass.
“Ouch, that stung.”
He did it again. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
What was she forgetting? Another swat. Damn, it stung, but her ass tightened with need. Another one. She fought to get her brain in the game, and then she remembered. “Sorry, Sir.”
“That’s my girl.” He went back to his massage of her back. He caressed methodically down her back and up to her shoulders several times until Claire felt like a limp noodle. A massage always did that to her.
She didn’t even open her eyes as Josh climbed off the bed. This was something a girl could get used to.
“Not falling asleep on me, are you?”
“No, Sir.” Her voice was soft.
He made a humming noise. She still couldn’t rouse herself enough to open her eyes. He circled around the bed, and Claire waited. A whoosh in the air was her only warning before the flogger hit her ass.
Her eyes opened, and she pulled at the restraints as pure pleasure and heat flowed over her skin. He didn’t hurt her. It wasn’t that hard of a hit, but it had certainly gotten her attention.
Josh never hit the same place, in the same way, twice. Heat flooded her as the flogger caressed her skin. Within minutes, she was squirming with need. Her ass was hot, and her clit throbbing. The comforter on the bed irritated her hard nipples. Cool
hands rubbed her ass, and she let out a moan.
“How are you doing?”
“Fine, Sir.” Her nerves were alive and dancing with anticipation.
The restraints around her ankles were removed, then the ones from her hands. This was unexpected.
“Roll over.”
She did as he said and opened her eyes. He stood on her right beside the bed with the wedge next to her hip.
“Now roll onto your left side. I’m going to tuck this under your back, and I want you to roll over onto it.”
Claire nodded and rolled, then waited until she felt the wedge against her back. With Josh’s help, she was able to roll back over and onto the wedge. “Damn,” she whispered.
The wedge lifted her hips up. If she thought being restrained with her legs spread apart made her vulnerable, this was even worse. Josh refastened her hands and then shifted to her feet.
Their gazes connected. “Will you be all right if I restrain your ankles?”
“We can try, Sir.” Her heart pounded as a tremor of anticipation slid over her skin.
This time, he bent her knees and put her feet flat on the bed before he restrained her. The position held her legs apart and her mound exposed. The cool air teased her pussy.
A shiver of apprehension went through her. Their gazes met. The heat in Josh’s eyes calmed the apprehension. She was turning him on, and she wasn’t even doing anything.
“Damn, you are a sight on my bed,” he said before crossing to the table again. “Let’s try a couple of things.” He picked up another two bottles and the vibrator.
Claire tried to wiggle her hips, but she couldn’t move them. This was going to be different.
“Let’s start with this one.”
He shook the small bottle and opened it. He put a drop on his finger, then leaned over and smeared the liquid on one hard nipple before doing the same to the other. The gel was cool and made her nipples pucker. She was curious about what he used.
He picked up a towel, wiped off his hand, and stepped to the end of the bed. “Pretty pink pussy. Let’s see if we can make it hot.” He ran his fingers over her slit. “Nice and wet.” He pushed a finger into her pussy.
A little squeal left her lips. Her nipples grew hard as he pumped one and then two fingers in and out of her wet core. She glanced down and saw her nipples were a deep rose color and were harder than she ever remembered. His fingers twisted in her pussy and she let out a little moan as more heat flooded her nipples. Everything felt so good, wicked, but good. She tried to squirm as more heat flooded her breasts.
Josh raised his head. “Ah, I can see it’s working.”
“What is it, Sir?”
“I think you might be able to guess.”
Heat was spreading from her nipple and breasts to the rest of her body. “The warming gel, Sir.”
“Is it making you hot?”
“Very much so, Sir.”
“Good.” He stroked in and out of her pussy a few more times before pulling his fingers out. “Let’s see if I can turn the temperature up even more.”
A lid opened and closed, and then his fingers were at her slit. Something solid parted her pussy lips and pushed in.
Her lips parted on a moan as he pushed the vibrator into her wet heat. Slowly, her pussy opened to him. Need invaded her as the hard vibrator slid in and out of her wet pussy. She squirmed at the coolness of the toy, but it soon became warm. The toy filled her pussy. Her breath shuddered in and out of her mouth. Wait, something wasn’t right.
She shifted her hips, there was something hard pressed against her clit. “Sir?”
“Just relax, my sweetness.”
She almost snorted. Relax. Her nipples were on fire and her pussy full. “Arggg.” The noise left her lips as he turned on the vibrator. Whatever was against her clit vibrated, too.
“Talk to me,” Josh said as he slid the vibrator in and out of her pussy, each time the small protrusion on the vibrator hit her clit just right.
“Talk?” She panted, trying to get more air. “I can barely breathe, Sir.”
“Is it too much?” There was concern in his voice, and a part of her realized he was worried.
“No, Sir. Different.” She’d used a vibrator before, but never one that stimulated her clit at the same time. Was it because of the warming gel? Or was it because an expert wielded the vibrator? Probably both.
“How different?”
“More intense, Sir. I think it’s the combination of the warming gel and the attention to my clit.” Her pussy clenched around the vibrator. Flutters wove their way through her nerves. It wouldn’t be long before she orgasmed. She wanted this to last, but her body had taken control.
“In a good way?”
“A very good way, Sir.” A cry left her lips as her climax took over. It barely stopped when it started building again. Damn, she didn’t know she was multi-orgasmic.
Her mind drifted. She was floating. She forgot everything except what Josh was doing to her.
****
Josh watched as Claire got that dreamy look on her face. He turned off the vibrator after her second climax. She didn’t have a clue she was going into subspace. It was amazing to him.
He’d worked with a lot of single subs at the Red Club, and none of them had ever gone into subspace. But Claire had gone into subspace after climaxing for the second time. Carefully, he slid the vibrator out and undid her leg restraints. He put the toy on the table, before releasing her arms. With gentle movements, he maneuvered the wedge out from underneath her and tossed it onto the floor. Grabbing the blanket he’d set out early, he covered her before lifting her into his arms.
Claire’s body still shook with the aftershocks of her orgasms. Damn, she was so responsive, and part of him wished the club was done so they could go play there.
Maybe he could convince her to come for a visit one weekend and see if she was willing to play with him in the club. There were so many delicious things he could do to her there.
His phone vibrated. He picked it up off the table and found a text from the plumbing company, verifying they’d be there on Monday. He texted them back that was fine and reminded himself he needed to talk with his employees about covering the store while he dealt with the plumbers.
Claire shifted in his arms as he put his phone back. He glanced down at her and found her staring at him.
“Did I pass out?”
“No.” He didn’t correct her for not saying “Sir.” She was still coming down. “You went into subspace.”
“Subspace?”
“Think of it as being so relaxed and carefree that you pretty much floated away on a cloud of bliss.”
Her lips turned up. “That about describes what happened. I remember my second climax building and then…wham, waking up in your arms. Which I love, by the way.”
He tightened his hold on her. She had used the word “love.” Wait a second, he couldn’t get ahead of himself. They’d only known each other a few days, but it felt longer. He didn’t know how he was going to let her go in two days.
“Rest up, and then we’ll start round two.”
“I can’t wait.” Her lashes fell, and her breathing evened out.
****
Josh stood at the bottom of the stairs at the Deerbourne Inn, waiting for Claire. He’d dropped her off at five so she could get ready for dinner. When he’d questioned her on what she was wearing, she wouldn’t tell him.
They’d had a good session today. His cock was rarely soft around her, even after she sucked him off twice today. Not that he asked her to do so. It wasn’t in his nature as a Dom to push his sub to suck him off. He knew Doms who ordered their subs to please them, but Josh got more pleasure from pleasing his woman.
And that’s what Claire was. His woman. At least until she left on Sunday. The thought depressed him. There was so much more he wanted to share with her. Maybe he’d talk with her tomorrow about coming to visit him.
The clicking of heels on wood
had him lifting his head. His breath whooshed out of him, and his mouth dropped open. Claire was wearing a figure-hugging, long, black dress. As she descended the stairs, the slit in the dress gave him a glimpse of her strong calves and creamy thighs. He forced his mouth closed and held out his hand to her when she was within a few steps of him. “To say you look fantastic would be an understatement.”
She placed her hand in his, and he raised it to kiss the back of it.
“You look very handsome yourself.” Her gaze swept him from head to toe, and damn if his dick didn’t jump.
He pulled her into his arms and whispered, “How the hell am I going to get through dinner with my dick harder than steel?”
A giggle left her lips. “Just think about what fun we can have when we get back to your place tonight.”
“You’re not helping.”
“I didn’t know I was supposed to.” Her blue eyes twinkled with mischief.
He let out a groan. “Let’s go eat, because you’re going to need your strength for what I want to do to you tonight.”
“I can’t wait.”
Hoping no one noticed the boner he was sporting, he escorted her into the Red Clover, which was part of the inn.
Two hours later, he considered dinner being a new torture device. The food was excellent, but he was more interested in the woman next to him. Plus, it seemed everyone in town was at the Red Clover on Friday night—the mayor, two city council members, and others in the community. All of them stopped to talk with him, asking him how the club was going and how Claire was enjoying her visit.
It didn’t help that throughout the night, Claire ran her hand over his thigh or allowed her fingers to trace his bulging cock. By the time dinner was over and they got up to leave, he wondered if he’d be able to walk.
“Dinner was nice,” Claire commented as they drove to his home.
“It was torture.”
“Oh. I enjoyed dinner.”
“I bet you did.” He glanced at her and then back to the road. “Did you enjoy teasing me?” He kept his tone level. His Dom side was pleased. Few women had ever teased him like that.
“Well, someone does it to me all the time.”
“Not in public. And you do know they say: ‘Payback’s a bitch.’” He turned down his driveway, opened the gate, and parked in front of his house.
