by Desiree Holt
He could see a tremor of anticipation skating over her.
The muscles in her tummy flexed as he rubbed the oil into them. When he eased his fingers over the waxed surface into the slit between her labia, he saw the pulse at the hollow of her throat accelerate. Eyes focused on her face, he massaged the tender flesh, her cream blending with the oil. Slowly he spread the lips of her mound and sucked in a breath as his gaze landed on the swollen engorged bud of her clit.
As he’d done with her nipples earlier, he pinched it, lightly at first, then harder and harder. He saw her clench her hands into fists to hold on to her control as he worked that little nub, stroking and massaging it, pinching it hard then stroking it again. Tormenting her clit gave him a good indication of what her tolerance was for pain, long before he picked up the flogger, and that was important for him to know. Every muscle in her body signaled her arousal, the stimulation that was driving it toward climax. She had a hungry pleading look in her eyes, but as a trained sub she knew she had a long way to go before he would permit her relief. Tonight he would find out just how far he could push her.
His oiled fingers slid easily into her hot channel, itself so lubricated with her juices that he slid in and out without a problem. He increased to three fingers and then to four, the fit now tight and creating delicious friction. Her walls fluttered around his intrusion and clamped down on him. Her breathing ramped up, her pulse beating faster, until he abruptly withdrew his hand and gave her clit one more hard pinch.
“Turn over,” he commanded.
Moving with lithe grace she rolled over until she was on her tummy, spreading her legs as wide as possible even before he ordered her to. She was definitely a well-trained sub and he was furious at the Dom who had abused what she had to offer.
But lucky for me.
“Tell me what you like about the flogger,” he said as he applied the oil to her back.
“I-I like its bite against my skin,” she said in a shaky voice.
“Pain makes you horny?” he asked.
“Yes. Sir.” She added the honorific as if for a moment she’d forgotten to use it.
“And do you enjoy it just on your sweet ass and thighs, or on other parts of your body?”
Her breath hitched slightly, probably as much from the way he was stroking her as from the question.
“I like it… other places.”
“What other places?’ he pushed. “Your inner thighs?” He paused with his hand on the curve of one buttock. “Your breasts?”
“Yesss.” She hissed the word.
He leaned down to put his mouth near her ear. “And do you like to feel the handle of that flogger in your pussy, where it will get all wet with your juices? I’m going to do that, then lick every bit from the leather.”
Again she quivered, an indication to him that she found both the description and the imagery erotic and arousing.
Garrett slowly oiled her legs, squeezing her thighs and the cheeks of her ass as he did so. When his fingers trailed into the crevice between her cheeks, she tightened her muscles. Then he watched her again force herself to relax, taking deep, slow breaths.
“Is this something you don’t like?” he asked. “It’s important for me to know. Is this a place where you’d call spice?”
She shook her head, but her fingers were still curled into her palms.
“Don’t lie to me, girl.” He smacked each cheek with the flat of his hand, hard. The flesh reddened to a nice rosy shade. He could hardly wait to see the marks of the lash on her body. “Yes or no? Spice or not spice?”
She drew in a breath and let it out slowly. “No spice.”
“You know I’m going to fuck you in the ass,” he told her. “Maybe not tonight, but eventually.” And God, the sooner the better if his body’s reaction was any indication.
“Yes, Sir.”
He reached for the rope. “We’re going to start with this so you will learn not to fear it.” He glanced over at the flogger. “Good choices for a cowboy, you know. A rope and a flogger.”
God, was that a little smile on her face? So she could be a tease too.
“You know, Shibari—rope bondage—is really an erotic form of play.” He lifted her up so she was on her knees. “Some people have perverted it to create extreme punishment, and that’s what your last Dom did. I’m going to wipe that out of your mind and teach you that this is an instrument of extreme pleasure.”
Almost lazily he drew the rope across her tummy and her breasts and wound it lightly around her neck before slipping it away completely. He walked around behind her, slid the rope over her shoulders and down her back before drawing her hands back and winding the cord around them.
“Stay still,” he ordered.
Measuring the right length on the rope he tied a knot, tested its strength and slid the braided silk into the cleft of her ass, pulling the rope taut so the knot lodged itself right on her anus. He heard the hiss of her indrawn breath and waited a beat to see if she would protest or signal him to stop. When she didn’t, he threaded the length between her thighs, placing another knot directly on her clit before drawing everything tight again. The oil on the surface of her skin made the passage of the rope over it slick and easy.
Easing his fingers between the lips of her pussy he smiled to himself to feel how much wetter she’d become. Oh, yeah, she liked this when it was done properly. His goal was to make her crave it.
“Do you want me to stop?” He wanted to be sure he wasn’t reading something into this or imagining it.
“No.” She shook her head. “No, Sir.”
Again he cupped her chin with his large hand and tilted her face up so he could read her expression and look into her eyes. The eyes never lied. In them he saw heat and hunger and need and yes, the connection he’d felt from the beginning. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. He was stunned it had all happened so fast but he wasn’t about to make a mistake and lose it.
He wound the rope intricately around each breast, tying off a knot in the valley between them before looping the end of it over her shoulder and locking it into the pattern binding her wrists. She was now completely immobilized, and apparently very aroused by it if the rich scent of her musk invading his senses was any indication.
Sage held herself completely still although he could see a plea in her eyes.
“Do you want to come, girl? Tied up like this?”
She nodded.
“Say it,” he ordered.
She licked her lips. “I want to come. Please.”
Garrett couldn’t believe the overwhelming sensation of possession that gripped him. All of his other relationships had been both temporary and transitory. And while he’d enjoyed them all, he’d never had the desire to take them to the next level. With Sage he wanted to put his stamp on her, his brand, and never let her go. It wasn’t just the sex, either. God, they’d hardly begun to scratch the surface here. No, it was that deeper connection that crashed into him the minute he laid eyes on her. He was going to make this work, no matter what he had to do.
He walked slowly around the table, studying Sage from all angles, his mouth watering at the sight of her. His cock was straining at his pants at the image in front of him, begging for relief. When her small tongue came out to swipe lazily over her plump lower lip, he thought, that’s it.
The table had a handle at one end which he turned to lower it so Sage’s face was even with his groin. Never taking his eyes from her, he shucked his jeans and boxer briefs, tossing them to where his other things were. Then he stepped forward, his hands cradling Sage’s face as he tugged it toward his engorged, inflamed cock.
“I want to feel your sweet lips around my shaft, girl. Your tongue lapping the head of it. Your mouth surrounding it.” He squeezed gently. “If you do a good job, I will reward you with an application of the flogger that will make you come harder than you ever thought possible.”
She opened her mouth wide and slid his cock over her tongue, sucking in a
breath when she closed her lips around it and gently scraped it with her teeth. Then she did it again, and again, finally setting up a rhythm that drove him nuts. He knew he was big, a lot for her to take, but she managed better than he expected. She worked him with everything she had; lips, tongue, teeth, sucking so hard her cheeks hollowed out.
He closed his eyes, rocking back and forth, reveling in the heat of her mouth. He could have gone on this way for a long time, aroused even more by the fact that she was completely bound and helpless yet managed to serve him. The muscles in his lower back tightened and the pressure in his balls intensified.
“I’m coming, girl.” He got the words out through gritted teeth. “Now!”
His entire body clenched as he pulsed in her mouth, spurting cum into the back of her throat. To his amazement she swallowed it all, not spilling a drop, licking him clean when he was finished.
Damn! He had a real treasure here.
Slowly he eased himself free, his cock relaxing, gleaming with the moisture from her mouth. Just that sight made him want to do it again. Next time, he told himself. And many times after that.
Chapter 4
Sage felt discomfort in her limbs, but nothing like the excruciating pain Andrew had delighted in causing her. She licked her lips, enjoying the aftertaste of Garrett’s salty cum as well as the pleasure in his eyes when he saw her do that. In her sub training she had learned how important it was to please her Master. It was the key that unlocked her sensuality.
With everyone but Andrew.
Andrew had nearly destroyed the pleasure submission gave her, until she’d wondered if she’d ever want to be with anyone again. When Garrett had insisted on using the rope she’d had huge misgivings, but with him, for the first time she really understood why people said it brought so much pleasure. Even in the awkward position she was in, the placement of the knots continued to stimulate her. Every time she shifted just the least little bit, they rubbed her erogenous zones and ramped up her body’s need for release.
But nothing superseded the pleasure she got from making Garrett climax in her mouth. She was proud that she’d swallowed every drop. The look of pure male satisfaction in his eyes was her reward, even trussed up as she was.
She wondered if he’d slip his jeans back on afterwards, but no, he stayed gloriously naked. It gave her the chance to admire his fine muscular ass, his long legs with their ropes of muscles, his broad back, and his toned arms. A thin scar ran down the bicep of one arm and another swirled over his right shoulder. His chest was covered with a mat of fine, dark hair but even through the tiny curls she could see another long scar.
Rodeoing, she thought. How many times had he been thrown? Had he had broken bones? She was thankful he hadn’t damaged himself any more than that.
She couldn’t help staring at his cock, enormous even at half-mast, as he stood before her to undo the rope. He unwound it slowly, taking his time with it, making adjustments as he went. She had thought he was going to remove it completely, but no, he had other plans. By the time he was finished it circled her body from beneath her arms to her hips, the knots on her clit and her anus still in place. When she moved they rubbed against the sensitive areas, stimulating her even more. She was so close to sensory overload.
“I always take care of my subs,” Garrett told her, lifting her from the table and carrying her in his arms to the cross in the corner. “Your pleasure is as rewarding to me as my own.” He locked his gaze with hers. “Believe that, girl.”
And she did, in her heart as well as her brain.
Very carefully he arranged her facing the cross, fastening the manacles around her wrists and her ankles and smoothing his hand down the length of her body. She was riding the edge of release so tightly she had to grit her teeth to keep from coming. Not until he gives you permission, she kept reciting in her head.
But God, it was just so hard. The silken knots abrading her clit and her ass plucked at every overstimulated nerve ending. When he eased his hand beneath her head she frowned, wondering what he was doing. The she felt a long band of silk slip into place over her eyes. Blindfold! Oh, God! Without her sight every other sense ramped up, eroding her control even more.
Next she felt the smooth glide of the flogger down the length of her legs, tracing the outside then drawing a line up the inside of one thigh and down another. He prodded gently at her pussy, rubbing the overheated flesh against the knot pressing into it then doing the same thing in her ass. When a moan escaped her lips he did it again, and again.
And without warning, the strips of the flogger bit sharply into her ass. She jerked at the sudden sharp contact, causing even further friction with the knots.
“Ten strokes, girl.” Garrett’s voice was husky, and taut with need despite his recent release. “Count them. Out loud.”
“Ten,” she said after the first full one fell. “Nine. Eight. Seven.”
With each blow the leather thongs kissed with the sharpness of a knife, again and again. Pain radiated out from her buttocks where they landed, and her thighs, until from below her waist to her knees she was one large area of heat and pain. And each stroke made her pussy clench, the orgasm deep inside her trying to claw its way out. She couldn’t even squeeze her thighs together to control it.
By the time she got to ‘one’ she was afraid she would come without his permission, disappointing both of them. A good submissive practiced discipline, and she wanted to be a good sub—for him. Maybe more than she’d ever wanted to for anyone else.
She heard the thud of the flogger as it fell to the floor. She waited, breathless, for the words she so desperately needed to hear. The words of permission. Instead, Garrett unfastened her ankles and wrists and turned her over onto her back, mindful of the blazing soreness of her skin. Then he slid the blindfold off and she blinked at the sudden light, even though it was subdued.
“Sir?” She would not embarrass herself by begging, but oh God, she wanted to.
“I wanted this since the minute I laid eyes on you,” Garrett ground out.
In the next moment he rolled on a condom, lifted her legs to wrap them around his waist and drove into her, fully seating himself.
“Ohhh…” The word came out on a sigh of pleasure.
“I’m going to fuck you, Sage. Put my stamp on you. People will see you and now you are mine.” He slid back slightly and thrust in again. “We’ll negotiate until you’re comfortable with everything, but know this. I am not sharing you with anyone else. Not now, not ever. Any problem with that?”
His eyes burned into hers, and what she saw in them gave her such a sense of belonging, of completeness, she had no desire to object.
She managed a smile. “Not a one.”
“Fucking damn right.”
One more retreat and thrust with his hips and, with her heels digging into the small of his back and his hands braced on the cross, he drove her to an orgasm that shattered her with its intensity. She had no idea how long they rocked together, shuddering, shaking, locked together in the intensity of the act.
When the last aftershock had finally subsided, when they were both breathing somewhat normally, when her heartbeat had settled to a steadier beat, Garrett touched his forehead to hers.
“Mine,” he growled.
She nodded, unable to form a coherent word.
Then he did the unexpected. He touched his mouth to hers, eased his tongue inside, and kissed her with such intensity her entire soul was affected. He licked the soft inside of her mouth, her gums, even her teeth. Coaxed her tongue to dance with his. Sucked it into his own mouth. When he broke the kiss he traced the outline of her lips with the tip of his tongue then took her in a kiss even more ferocious and possessive.
“Mine,” he repeated. “And make no mistake. You will be cared for better than you ever dreamed possible.”
She smiled and caressed his cheek with a shaking hand. “I believe you.”
He frowned. “You do like horses and cattle, right?”
He lifted her from the cross and carried her to the big easy chair in the corner. First he carefully removed the complicated arrangement of the rope. Then he fetched her water from the little fridge and a thick comforter from the drawer in the armoire. Holding her on his lap, with the quilt around her, he massaged her arms and legs. When he was apparently satisfied she was back to herself, that he had given her proper aftercare, he set her down while he quickly dressed.
“I’m taking you home with me,” he told her. Told, not asked. “I’ll send one of the hands to get your car tomorrow.”
“If I say you’re taking a lot for granted,” she teased, “would you give me another punishment?”
He stopped in the process of buttoning his shirt and grinned at her. “You might turn out to be more of a handful than I expected.”
“Could be.”
She started to push herself out of the chair but he swooped in and gathered her up again.
“I’ll have Reulas get your purse and whatever from the dressing room. He’ll bring the stuff straight to the truck.”
Which was exactly what happened. The dungeon master had her things to them in just a few minutes. When he handed them to Garrett he had a big shit-eating grin on his face.
“Damn, it’s hard being right all the time,” he joked. “It’s a terrible burden to bear.”
“But you’ll manage,” Garrett told him. “Right?”
Reulas nodded.
Garrett opened the driver’s door then turned to look at the other man. “Thank you for this.”
“My pleasure.”
