Stronghold (Stronghold 1)

by Angel, Golden

  Kneeling for a moment, he pulled her legs apart as far as he wanted them, cuffing her ankles so that she was open but not entirely exposed. Even so, from his position at her feet he could see right up into the lips of her pretty pink pussy and he knew that she was soaking wet.

  ******

  The last cuff was pulled into place and Angel had to stifle another moan. Why was being completely helpless such a turn on? Not to mention the fact that she'd never thought she had exhibitionist tendencies, but she was definitely getting off on how many people were seeing her helpless and exposed at the hands of Master Adam.

  In some ways this was already so much more intense than her first scene with him. It felt more intimate, maybe because he wasn't so angry, but it also felt personal. Facing him, being able to see his expression, being able to watch what he was doing made everything seem much more real. She couldn't focus inwards or lose herself in her head, because everything was happening right in front of her eyes.

  Including the fact that he was staring at her like he wanted to lick her from her toes up to her splayed open pussy. She hadn’t been aware of the air circulation in the Dungeon before, but now she could clearly feel a slight cool waft of air on her wet, heated flesh. It only turned her on more.

  “What’s your color, Angel?”

  “Green,” she practically sang. Oh so very green.

  “Good,” he murmured. His hand caressed her calf, his touch so very light on her skin that it almost felt more like he was just running his hand over her rather than actually caressing. It tickled but it didn’t, because she didn’t feel at all like laughing. It was gentle, like the brush of a butterfly’s wing, and all the more teasing because of the very fragility the touch.

  Fingers traced up her calf to her knee, which she’d never thought of as a particularly erotic area, but as his fingers splayed out over the cap she felt an answering tingle in her pussy and she shivered. Looking down, she saw his blue eyes gazing intently up at her, studying her body’s reactions.

  “What are you doing?” she asked. This wasn’t at all what she had expected it to be.

  Master Adam’s small smile grew larger, his gaze sharpening. “Whatever I want.”

  Another shiver went through her as he shifted, reaching out his hand to her opposite ankle, which put her pussy right in front of his face. Angel’s breath caught in her throat. The boundaries that had been set down said that he could touch her there, hell she wanted him to touch her there, but sex – including oral – was supposed to be off the table according to the limits they’d made for the Introduction Scene, which she’d agreed to continuing to abide by tonight. Of course if he did break the agreement she could use her safe word and the Dungeon Monitors would come running, but would she want to?

  She already knew the answer to that and it was embarrassingly revealing.

  But he just touched her ankle and calf, moving his hand slowly upwards the way he had on her other leg, his breath wafting across her shaven mound while his mouth didn’t come any closer. It took a considerable amount of her willpower to keep from canting her hips towards him, her body wanting to beg for more contact. Fingers glided across the backs of her knees and to her inner thighs.

  Please please please please please...

  She had to bite her lip to keep from saying it out loud. To keep from begging. It felt like her legs were tingling and the sensation was moving up her entire body without him even having to touch her there. The throbbing ache of her nipples was repeated by the walls of her pussy, which clenched over and over again, trying to find relief from the tension that was building inside of her.

  "You're very wet," he murmured, his voice appreciative as his fingers made little circles on her thighs, just below her pussy lips. Angel whimpered. When his hands gripped her thighs and then moved upwards, not even brushing the swollen lips between her legs, gripping her hips instead, she had reason to bless the restraints even as she cursed him.

  If it hadn't been for the bondage she'd probably have sunk right down to the floor because her knees had just gone too weak to hold her upright. On the other hand, if it hadn't been for the bondage she could have grabbed him and made him touch her the way she was aching to be touched. She could reach down to take care of things herself.

  The fact that she couldn't do any of those things just only made her hotter and wetter, which made her feel even more wild.

  He'd barely done anything to her and she was ready to beg.

  When his hands skimmed up her stomach to cup her breasts she whimpered again, half-choking on a pleading moan as he gently squeezed. Dazed, she looked straight into those bright blue eyes, writhing and automatically tugging at the restraints on her wrists as he squeezed and kneaded her soft flesh. He deliberately kept his fingers away from her nipples.

  The bastard.

  Thumbs brushed over the tips of her nipples, sending sparks sizzling down her spine, and Angel arched her back, trying to gain more contact. Instead he just squeezed her breasts again, carefully avoiding any further contact with the budded tips.

  "Oh for God's sake just touch me!" she blurted out, too far gone to care that he might laugh at her or that other people were hearing her desperate need.

  But he didn't laugh. Instead he just looked directly, deeply into her eyes, maintaining a connection that was almost uncomfortable in its intensity.

  "I am touching you."

  As if to demonstrate he brushed his thumbs over her nipples again, just as lightly as he had the last time and Angel felt her insides clench as she yanked at her wrists. A little smile appeared on his face, but somehow she knew he wasn't laughing at her. No, he was smiling because he was pleased.

  "More," she begged. Her backside smacked against the cross as she writhed for him again.

  Instead he released her breasts and started stroking her sides in what should have been a calming manner but instead just made her feel even more wildly needy. "That's not for you to say Angel."

  "Please? Sir?" It was on the tip of her tongue to call him all the names that were running through her head, but that definitely wasn't going to help her situation. So she'd say anything to get him to stop the throbbing that was consuming her from the inside out.

  Master Adam pressed his body against hers, the hard ridge of his erection rubbing against her belly, her breasts crushed against his chest as he caught her between him and the Saint Andrew's cross. Her eyes nearly crossed at the wave of lust that surged through her. Cradling her head in his hands, his fingers sliding into the back of her hair, he tilted her head back to look up at him, his mouth hovering over hers by mere inches.

  She strained to reach his lips, but all that did was rub her against his body. The restraints held her too securely and he didn't seem inclined to help her.

  Damn him. She wasn't going to beg for a kiss.

  "You're all tied up, sweetheart," he said in a soft murmur. While his big body blocked her sight to the rest of the Dungeon, she knew that people must be watching, although they could no longer see her and they certainly couldn't hear his soft words. The deep rumble of his voice vibrated through his chest and into hers, the rhythm of his words almost hypnotic. "You can't make me go faster or slower, you just have to wait for me to decide how and when I want to touch you. You won't come until I want you to." He leaned down to whisper directly in her ear, making her shiver convulsively as his lips brushed her sensitive earlobe. "And if you keep trying to tell me what to do, I will gag you."

  Oh fuck. His body rocked against hers and she went nearly mindless from the absolute thrill. It didn't even matter that he was fully clothed and she was completely naked, somehow that just made everything dirtier, hotter. As did his words.

  ******

  Reluctantly Adam pulled away from the soft curves of Angel's body, his eyes going to her hands and feet, reflexively, to check on them and make sure there was no discoloration. He'd restrained her securely and not too tightly, but she'd been tugging so much on them that he wanted to make
sure she hadn't inadvertently tightened them somehow. It was a good thing he'd used cuffs on all four limbs, otherwise he was sure that she'd be trying to use them to entice him into doing what she wanted.

  Not that he needed much enticing, but drawing this out was a measure of his own self-control, as well as being a heady aphrodisiac. There was nothing hotter to him than seeing a woman's eyes glaze over with desire, and with Angel he found himself wanting to reduce her to a begging, lustful, hot mess.

  It wasn't that she was dominant or that she was trying to top from the bottom; no, it was just that she was impatient and not trying to pretend otherwise. In some ways it was a kind of honesty, that she was so blatant and vocal about what she wanted, that she didn't try to hide or temper her body's response. Eventually he knew that she'd become better at controlling herself, as the newness of BDSM wore off and she had a better idea of what to expect in terms of the sensations and emotions scening engineered, but right now she was almost like a virgin, on the brink of sexual exploration.

  It hadn't escaped his notice that she'd been surprised he hadn't immediately started laying into her after he'd gotten her tied up. This kind of scene was nothing like the one he'd done with her before; in fact, it wasn't the kind of scene he normally involved did. This was a slow seduction, an intimate introduction, the kind of building block that laid down a foundation for something much more than a simple scene or an exclusively club relationship.

  Not that he had any kind of relationship with Angel yet, but he was starting to think that it was a definite possibility. Their chemistry was through the roof. It took every ounce of his control not to put his mouth on her lips, on her body... but he knew if he started then he wouldn't be able to stop, so he just kept it at his hands.

  The little noises she was making in the back of her throat were driving him absolutely wild, which was why he'd had to pull away or he would have completely lost his control. Stepping back, he maintained eye contact with her as he reached out and picked up the flogger that he'd had at the ready. Angel eyed it with a mixture of trepidation and excitement, her breasts jiggling as she practically panted with need. He knew exactly how she felt.

  "I'm going to start off slow and not too hard," he told her. "If you start to feel uncomfortable or like it's hurting too much or you get scared, just say yellow and I'll stop and we can talk about it. Okay?"

  Angel nodded her head.

  "I need to hear you say it out loud, sweetheart."

  "Okay, Sir." Her voice was husky, strained. Needy. He felt an answering surge in his cock. Was it possible to pass out from having too much blood pooling in one's groin? He was starting to feel almost light-headed, he was so hard.

  Flexing his wrist, he gave a couple of experimental swings to make sure that he had the weight and aim that he wanted. Angel's eyes followed the strands of the flogger. It was lightweight, soft leather, about two feet long, and it could caress or it could sting depending on how hard he swung it.

  Right now he planned to caress.

  She tensed as the strands came towards her and then shuddered as the soft leather wrapped around her hips, her body relaxing as the soft slap registered on her nerves. Just hard enough to be felt, not hard enough to be painful. Adam grinned and swung the backhand, catching her other hip, letting the strands wrap around to her backside. Then he flicked his hand up and caught one breast... then the other... and back down to her hip.

  It was a series of figure eight shapes made with his wrist, sensual and skilled. She didn't even notice when he began to swing the flogger a little harder, her body was moving with the strokes, her hips lifting to accept the kiss of the whip and then her back arching to present her breasts. The buds of her nipples turned darker and darker as her creamy skin began to pinken under the assault of the flogger.

  Watching Angel was beautiful. He could feel the weight of the crowd at his back as it gathered and was surprised to find himself feeling jealous again. Adam knew that he could be a bit of an exhibitionist; he enjoyed showing off his skill as well as garnering admiration, but for the first time he found himself almost wishing that he could keep the sight of Angel in the throes of erotic ecstasy to himself. Because ecstasy was what was on her face, shining from it practically. She trusted him completely and it showed in her easy acceptance of her flogging, in the way her body moved to meet the strands as they came down, and the obvious pleasure that she received from it.

  Sometimes he could be involved in a scene like this and feel mental pleasure, something that transcended the physical. This evening he felt that and more; watching Angel aroused him almost painfully – even more so because he knew that he wasn’t going to find his own culmination tonight. He hadn’t last time either, but he had been working out some of his own issues then. Tonight he wanted to make this experience completely about her.

  A low moan interrupted the almost hypnotic rhythm that he’d established and he glanced up at Angel’s face. Her lips were parted, her golden eyes glazed and dark with pleasure, and her cheeks were flushed almost as pink as her breasts and hips now were. Appreciative murmurs behind him had him squashing another bout of unreasonable jealousy.

  Experimentally he flicked the flogger at her inner thighs and watched her body arch as she processed the new sensation. He flicked the other thigh and then very gently directed the flogger right at her splayed pussy folds.

  Angel moaned again, shuddering, and her fingers clenched and then opened.

  “What’s your color, sweetheart?” There was no response, just another shudder through her body. Adam stepped closer, letting the flogger droop downwards. Was she in subspace? “Angel, what’s your color?”

  She blinked and her eyes refocused on him. Not in subspace then, that elusive headspace that a submissive could go to during a particularly intense scene. At that point the color and safe word systems ceased to work because a sub would accept just about anything done to her or him. Which is why the dominant had to be completely in control and know exactly where the hard limits were, so that they didn’t abuse a submissive’s trust. Because being able to go into subspace with a dominant, during a scene – especially a public one – was the ultimate in trust.

  In some ways Adam was both relieved and disappointed that Angel wasn’t there yet, although he could tell she was close. But he wanted her fully aware of who she was with and what they were doing; they didn’t have a close enough relationship at this point yet that he wanted to send her literally out of her head with the pleasure.

  “Angel, what’s your color sweetheart?”

  For a moment she seemed to search for the words and then she smiled up at him, a beautiful smile of complete trust and bliss. “Green.”

  “Good girl.”

  And he rewarded her, and himself, but switching his flogger to his left hand and thrusting his right hand between her legs. She was so very wet, practically dripping, as he found her entrance and pressed two fingers inside of her; not too fast, but not too slow. Heat convulsed around him as he stared into her eyes, filling her vision as he stretched her pussy.

  Angel rocked against him with a whimper, her swollen, wet folds rubbing against his palm and the heel of his hand.

  “Please…” Her voice was a thready, needy whisper.

  “Please what, Angel?”

  Her head fell back as she moaned; he worked his fingers inside of her, reveling in her abandoned sensuality, the way her body spasmed in response to his manipulations.

  “I want you… please… more…”

  Shit. Adam’s cock pulsed as he realized what she was asking for, knowing that it wasn’t possible. During her Introduction Scene she hadn’t given him permission for more than hands and toys and they’d established at the beginning of this scene that they would continue to use those parameters; just because she wanted it now when she was lost in an erotic haze of need, that didn’t meant that he could go about changing the scene. He had to honor the agreement they’d come to beforehand, even if every cell in his body was sc
reaming at him that she’d consented. It was the same as getting her drunk; right now she was blitzed on pleasure and she wasn’t completely in her right mind.

  He wouldn’t take advantage of her, but he would give her a mind-blowing orgasm and maybe next time…

  “Shhh,” he murmured, leaning into her and allowing himself the titillation of feeling her body pressing against his, as much as he could with his hand between them. Their foreheads pressed together, lips only an inch or so apart, so that he could look right into her eyes. He would find satisfaction in the incredible closeness of their bodies and the intimacy of the moment, and that was all the satisfaction he would find from her tonight. “I’m going to take care of you.”

  “More… please… Adam… I want to… oh god… please… fuck me…”

  Even as she said the words it was as if the very idea propelled her over the edge and into glorious climax. Her entire body shivered as he leaned into her, pressing her against the cross as her pussy tightened around his fingers. Rubbing the heel of his hand over her wet flesh, he could feel the swollen nub of her clit pressing back and he worked it as relentlessly as his fingers did inside of her. Angel sobbed his name over and over again, making his knees feel almost weak with his desire to be inside of her as she came, to make her scream his name.

  As her orgasm slowed and then subsided, Adam found himself leaning against her almost for support. The scene had taken more out of him than he’d realized, as the sounds of the Dungeon came flooding back. He’d almost forgotten where they were and that they had an audience. Ignoring the appreciative sounds behind him, Adam knelt down to hastily undo the ankle restraints, before holding her up with one of his arms as he released her wrists.

  Mistress Lisa was working as a Dungeon Monitor and she was there to hand him a blanket to wrap Angel in, giving him an approving smile before she disappeared back into the crowd. Knowing that she would send someone over to clean the equipment, Adam tenderly wrapped Angel up in the blanket and carried her over to the aftercare section.

  Settling her onto his lap, she nuzzled right into his chest. Actually, she insisted on unbuttoning his shirt so that she could stick her nose right into his chest hair. It tickled as she rubbed her face against his chest for a moment, and then subsided with a happy sigh.