by Desiree Holt
“Only three?’ she asked, then realized she’d spoken without permission. A slow grin spread over Blackjack’s face.
“Impudence again. I think we need to attend to that.” He picked up the card depicting the rubber-tipped flogger. “We’ll begin with this.”
Nia’s pussy was dripping, her pussy throbbed with need, and she eagerly anticipated the rush of endorphins the pain would release in her body. She could hardly wait to begin.
Chapter 2
For the first time in a long time, Jack “Blackjack” Blackwell was having trouble keeping his shit together. The plan had been simple. Pop into San Antonio for a few days on business, hook up with his old friend Tanner Sloat, score a guest pass at whatever club Tanner now belonged to, and spend a couple of nights satisfying his urges as a Dom. All he was looking for was a chance to play with someone new before he headed back to Dallas. Relieve the tension of countless long days of grueling business meetings.
He’d been shocked the first time he realized how much he enjoyed the kinky side of sex. Administering pain, seeing a submissive enjoy the effects of it. The rush of endorphins through her system and the physical effects on her flesh couldn’t be ignored. The adrenaline rush—for her as she embraced the pain, and for himself as he administered and knew it was giving her pleasure. Having someone trust him enough to put herself completely under his control. Knowing he had that power, a power he never abused, always gave him a rush.
He enjoyed being unattached, spending his playtime at the club where he was a member. The few times he’d tried to form a relationship it had sputtered and died. He’d begun to wonder if he just wasn’t cut out for anything permanent. Would he want to live the lifestyle twenty-four/seven? Only at home? In the clubs? He’d seen other couples embrace it, but somehow he’d always had the feeling he’d lose who he was if he committed to only one person.
When Tanner told him about Club Fantasy and their new shtick, the Cut the Cards game, he was intrigued. What a great way for both a Dom and his sub to find out right from the start what their preferences were and be able to get right to it. Tanner and his sub, Kelly—whom he had recently collared—had a friend visiting whom they planned to bring to the club with them. Someone they thought he’d enjoy.
Enjoy? Jack didn’t know if he wanted to get tangled up in that. What if it turned out badly? If the session was a disaster in some way? Wouldn’t it endanger his friendship with Tanner? But then they’d introduced him to the Queen of Hearts and every part of his body went on high alert.
Holy shit!
The minute he laid eyes on her something inside him flared to life, something totally unexpected. Something he wasn’t sure he was ready to deal with at this point in his life. That elusive something, a combination of the physical and emotional, zipped around him like an electrical field. And that was before they’d even entered the private room.
Now, as he sat in his chair and looked at her, he wondered if the hand of fate he’d always made fun of had finally touched him. If the magic that Tanner had found with Kelly was whispering over him. When he looked at the cards she’d chosen, all of them representing intense pain in one form or another, something sizzled in his blood. If tonight turned out the way he thought it might, he was in such trouble. This was just supposed to be a one-nighter. He didn’t even know where she lived or how he’d see her again.
First things first.
“I don’t expect we’ll get through all of these.” He’d be exhausted if they did. He picked up the card depicting the rubber-tipped flogger. “I think we’ll start here. On your knees, girl, facing away from me. Hands behind your back.”
When she dropped into position, his cock swelled and pressed against the fabric of his slacks and an ache gripped his balls. Slowly he walked to the cabinet on the wall, opened it, and selected the things he needed. When he knelt beside her to fasten the handcuffs, he stroked his hand over her again. Her smooth skin carried the scent of fresh flowers and teased at his senses. He was silent while he clicked the cuffs into place and when he pushed her legs apart so he could fasten the manacles on the spreader bar around her ankles.
She tottered a little, off-balance because of the position. He threaded his fingers through the silk of her hair and guided her head down so her forehead touched the floor. She’d be better stabilized this way but also more vulnerable. He loved that vulnerability, and it struck him that he enjoyed it even more with this woman he barely knew than with any of his previous playmates.
He was about to be in big trouble.
Without any warning he struck her ass cheek with the flat of his hand, low on the curve. She jerked slightly but the sound she made was a moan of pleasure. His cock flexed in response.
Sliding his fingers down through the hot crevice he reached her pussy and thrust two fingers inside. Jesus! She was soaked. When he slid his fingers out he rubbed them along the length of her slit, pinching her clit from behind.
With other submissives, there was always an understanding. He gave them what they craved and they did the same for him. A fair exchange. But with his Queen, he felt a build-up of connectedness, a bonding growing stronger in just a few moments. As her trust became more and more evident, the strength of the power exchange grew deeper. This was more than he’d ever felt before, even with subs he played with frequently. When he finally fucked her tonight, finally let himself have his own release, he had a feeling his entire life would be on the verge of change.
Focusing on the moment, he delivered another smack to her buttocks, and another, enjoying both the manner in which the red of the heat spread across her skin and the little cries of pleasure that puffed from her mouth. She made no attempt to move away from the contact. Rather, she somehow adjusted her body in its awkward position so her ass was higher, more accessible. He had to restrain himself from bending down and licking the hot flesh.
Instead he picked up the flogger, gave two more slaps to her ass, and immediately applied the flogger to her buttocks. The hard rubber tips did their job, stinging the flesh where they landed. His Queen cried out and tried to squeeze her thighs together but the spreader bar prevented it. Blackjack was good at this, at knowing just how to space the blows, how hard to swing the instrument, how many strokes to deliver. Again he struck her ass, then her thighs, then went back to her ass. He teased himself as well as her by pausing every two or three strikes to slide his hand over her reddened skin and his fingers into her cunt. He hadn’t thought it possible for her to get any wetter but by now she was dripping. Her walls clutched at him, vibrating against his touch.
“Do you want to come, girl?”
She drew in a long breath, nodded her head, and whispered, “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I want to come, Sir.”
He cupped her pussy with his palm. “Not yet. We’ve hardly begun.” He pinched her clit and was rewarded with another of those little pleasurable sounds.
He was still struggling to understand why he was trying to make more of this than just the one night. When he hooked up with women in his home club they enjoyed each other for the time they were together and the only thing he worried about was making sure his sub was as satisfied as he was at the end of the session. But with this woman he felt a difference, had from the first moment he saw her. He was gripped with an overwhelming need to excel, to make this special.
Backing away from her he unzipped his fly and took a moment to squeeze his cock, trying to appease its demands. It wouldn’t do for him to explode before he was ready.
Then, tucking his shaft back into his slacks, he knelt beside his Queen, running his hand over the smooth surface of her skin from her spine to her glowing buttocks to her reddened thighs. She trembled beneath his touch, her breathing still choppy and escalated after the spanking and the flogger. He released the catches on the spreader and pushed it away, so tempted to just kneel behind her and plunge into her, fucking her like some stallion in heat. His famous self-control was fast eroding,
shredded by the unexpected impact of this woman. He wasn’t even sure he would survive this evening.
Get your act together.
He removed the handcuffs and rubbed the muscles of her arms to ease the strain. What next? If he wasn’t going to last a lot longer, what card would he choose? He rested his hand on the slope of her buttocks while she quivered beneath his touch. He was amazed and pleased at how completely she embraced the pain.
Okay, make this good, jackass. Make it good for her and maybe, just maybe, she’ll see you again. If she’s in town any longer.
He helped her to her feet, studying her face for any signs he’d pushed her too far too quickly. But one look into her eyes told him he’d been right in his original assessment. She was really into pain. He’d have to be very careful with his next choice. He was sure she wanted the St. Andrew’s Cross but he wanted to save that for another time.
Another time? There it was again. The intense urge to see her again even before this night was over. Where had that come from?
They’d never get through all those cards tonight. He’d be lucky if he lasted one more game. With that in mind he looked at the cards on the table, studying them carefully before selecting the one depicting the spanking bench. As he expected, she looked over at the Cross then back at him.
“We’ll save that, shall we?”
In a shaky voice she said, “Yes, Sir.”
He led her to the well-padded spanking bench against one wall and helped her up onto it. Carefully constructed just for this purpose, it was covered in butter-soft leather with places for her head to rest and her breasts to hang free. He took his time easing those mounds into the openings made for them, kneading and caressing them as he did so. Unable to resist, he pinched each nipple, hard, as he’d done before.
“Does that feel good?”
“Yes, Sir.” She ran her tongue over her lower lip, a little habit he’d noticed that teased his already painfully hard cock.
In response he pinched her nipples again, holding on a little longer this time. He had something specific in mind for this that would ramp things up a little. But first he had to finish arranging her to his liking. Satisfied that her breasts were in place, he made sure her head rested comfortably on the pillow beneath it. Extending the armrests to either side, he fastened the lined leather cuffs on them around her wrists.
“I know you wanted the St. Andrew’s Cross,” he told her, “but I see how easily you take yourself into subspace. I’m not ready for you to go that deep tonight. I don’t know how we’ll manage, but I hope we’ll have time together again. We’ll save it for then. But I hope to make it up to you with this.” He slapped each cheek of her ass again. “I promise you’ll enjoy it.”
When he tested her pussy this time she shivered at his touch and tightened her thighs against his hand, attempting to trap it there. He spanked her buttocks with his free hand, chuckling at her eagerness.
“I can tell you want to come, but you know we’re not even close to my giving you permission yet. Nod your head if you understand me.” When she bobbed her head, he swallowed a smile. Damn, she was hot. And he was more aroused than he’d been in a long time. Usually it took him the entire time of the play session to get to the point he was at now. He wasn’t sure how long he would be able to hold off here.
Opening the cupboard again he removed a short paddle, a small bottle of oil and two nipple clamps with weights attached. Kneeling to give himself access, he placed one clamp on each pebbled bud, tightening it until the flesh swelled and turned dark. The weights dragged each one down, increasing her discomfort. When he looked at her face again he could tell she was well into subspace now. Good. Excellent. He wanted her to be there, the place where she gave him complete trust. Where whatever happened to her was completely in his hands and she had handed that privilege to him. It was a key element in a good D/s relationship, even a transient one. He hoped this one would carry over into more than just tonight.
One step at a time.
He was ready to move forward with this card trick.
Pouring some of the oil into his palm, he warmed it with his hands before applying it to her skin.
“I like the feel of your body beneath my touch.” He bent his head so his mouth was close to her ear. “I’d like to stripe you all over with that flogger then rub spicy lotion into every place it struck. Have you done that before? Felt the extra sting from the lotion? Felt it all the way through your body?”
“Yesss.” She hissed the word, her legs moving restlessly on the bench.
“What about the single tail whip? Have you had a Master pleasure you with that before?”
“Y-yes, Sir. I have.”
“Did you enjoy it?” He poured more oil into his palm and extended the area where he applied it.
His Queen nodded her head. “I did,” she told him in a soft voice.
She was trembling now as he built the anticipation in her body. He covered every inch of her from her neck to her ankles, massaging in the oil and talking to her in a low voice.
“Your pleasure is mine. You know that. Nod if you understand.”
She gave one sharp movement of her head.
“Do you know why I’m applying this oil? I’m sure you do. Because when I’m finished, I’m going to paddle that beautiful ass of yours, and this oil will intensify every stroke to your body.”
He took his time, making sure he covered every inch of skin, not just the areas where the paddle would be applied. He oiled the crevice between the cheeks of her ass, probing gently at the puckered opening of her anus and smiling in satisfaction when the ingredients in the oil bit into her tender flesh. He smoothed it along the lower curve of her buttocks, the inside of her thighs, and then her vulva. She flinched slightly when the oil stung her tender skin and her body clenched, then she seemed to just let herself fall into it.
Satisfied at last that she was ready, he picked up the short wide paddle and without a word, applied it with force to her well-oiled ass. The sound of the contact was loud in the room.
“Ow!” The cry just erupted from her lips but she didn’t try to pull away.
“Yes, that’s it.” God, her little cry excited the hell out of him. “Let me hear you.”
He set up a rhythm, smacking first one cheek then the other, watching the red spread over the surface of her skin and grow brighter with each application of the instrument.
“Ow!” she repeated. “Owww, owww, oww.”
Her cries were just as arousing to him as the sight of her flaming skin and the glazed look in her eyes. With each blow the heat in her eyes burned brighter and her breathing became more ragged. Tears ran down her cheeks, tracking through her mascara and leaving smudged streaks. He was mesmerized by the sight of her and the sounds she was making, and so filled with a need to fuck her, it took all his self-discipline not to throw the paddle down and take her. At the count of twenty-five on each globe, he forced himself to stop, knowing that to go further could take her past safe limits. She was truly in subspace, deep in her head, tears still flooding her eyes, her nose running as her body succumbed to the pleasure of it all. He knew the pain had released masses of endorphins in her system as well as a huge dose of adrenaline, ramping up the intensity of her reaction.
He couldn’t wait a moment longer. He had to have her. Now. Had to feel that wet pussy clamped around his cock. Stripping off his clothes, he rolled on a condom, climbed onto the bench behind her, and arranged her as much as the restraints would allow so he had full access. Gripping her hips, he positioned his head at her opening and drove into her in one hard thrust.
“Ohhh.”
The sound she made drove his lust even higher. There on that padded table, with her skin a bright red from just below her waist to her thighs, her oiled body glowing in the lamplight, he pounded into her again and again.
“Hold off until I give you permission,” he said between gritted teeth.
He could feel the effort she was making in the way she
tensed her body, and finally, he couldn’t hold off any longer. As his orgasm gathered at the base of his spine and shot into his balls and then his dick, he shouted, “Come now, Queen. Now.”
They exploded together, bodies shuddering so hard it was a wonder they didn’t tip the table over. His cock pulsed inside her again and again until he didn’t think he had a drop left. Even then he held himself in place while she milked him and gripped him like a wet fist. Spent at last, he leaned over her, resting his head on her back for a moment before easing himself from her body. He was surprised he could even move. It took every bit of strength he could muster to back off the table, but he knew he still had work to do. He was a good Dom and it was time to care for his sub.
Chapter 3
For a long moment, Nia wasn’t sure where she was. She was conscious only of the intense burning of her ass, the little tremors still spasming in her pussy, and the pain generated by the nipple clamps that kept her on the edge of arousal. She sensed Blackjack easing from her body and slipping from the bench. She wondered if she could just stay there forever, embracing the pain that consumed her, that gave her such pleasure, and carried her into a state that wrapped around her like a cocoon.
She didn’t remember consciously giving over complete trust to Blackjack but she knew at some point that was exactly what had happened. It wasn’t just the adept way in which he administered pain, or the way he coaxed such a response from her body. It wasn’t even the craving for more and more of what he gave her, a craving that he wisely took control of and managed properly.
No, it was more than that. The instant they’d connected in the lounge she’d felt an invisible thread linking them. From his first touch, something inside her that had been dormant for such a long time snapped to attention and whispered: this is the one.
