by Desiree Holt
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?”
“Yessss,” 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 strike 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 bit into 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 from it.
“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 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.
“Ohhhhhh.”
The sound she made drove his lust even higher. There on that padded table, with her skin a bright red from waist to 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 Three
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 ease from her body and slip 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.
He was utterly attentive and caring as he eased her back from subspace, wiping her face, cleaning her eyes and her nose, and cleaning the smeared vestiges of her makeup. Cleansing her body with soft, warm, damp cloths. Massaging her muscles with healing lotion. Applying special cream to her abused nipples. Whispering soothing words to her as he brought her back to herself little by little. Now, as he cradled her in his lap, a warm quilt wrapped around her, feeding her sips of water, she thought she’d never felt so coddled in her life. She had allowed herself to fall so willingly into subspace because she trusted him to catch her from the second she fell back down.
She almost didn’t want to come back to reality, to herself, afraid it would break the spell.
Still trembling slightly she leaned her head against his shoulder, suddenly realizing he was still naked.
“Where are your clothes?” she whispered.
He gave a soft laugh. “I’ll put them on when I need them. Why? Are you tired of my naked body?”
She shook her head. “Not at all.”
She reached a hand out from the quilt and smoothed it over the hard wall of his chest, loving the sensation of the soft curling hair sprinkled over it. She touched the curve of his jaw and the masculine column of his neck. He was all man, in every way. Yet not so macho that he didn’t have the capacity for tenderness.
Good lord, Nia. You sound like a romance novel.
“Take a few more sips of water,” he urged, holding the glass to her lips. “You’re still shivering. Still com
ing down from the high. You were pretty far out there.”
She managed a tiny smile. “Yes, I was.” She wet her bottom lip. “Thank you, Sir.”
He nibbled the lobe of her ear. “My pleasure.”
Knowing he was right, she continued to take minute swallows of the icy liquid, feeling it settle her system. He continued to cuddle her on his lap, his hands working her muscles and smoothing over the curves of her body. All the while he whispered in her ear, soothing words, soft sounds, words to make her feel safe and cared for.
“I got carried away tonight,” he told her, licking the shell of her ear.
“You did?” She turned her head so she could look at him. “I don’t—”
“I don’t mean with the flogger or the paddle. I pride myself on never going beyond what a sub can handle. But I had so many other things in mind. So many other cards to play.” He nipped her earlobe again. “I wanted to fasten you to the St. Andrews cross, run the electric wand over your nipples and your clit, and eat your cunt until you begged me to let you come.”
A tiny jolt of arousal wriggled through her as the vision flooded her brain.
“I had an image of that single tail whip striping your fine ass. Then I’d fuck you with the handle, maybe in your ass.”
“Blackjack.” She whispered the word.
“The card that showed the woman with vibrators in both her cunt and her ass? That’s what I want to do to you.” He brushed a soft kiss on her cheek. “That and so much more.”
“I’d like that, too,” she told him in a low voice.
“So…” He nipped gently at her ear. “Are you up for another card game tomorrow night? Here?”
“I-I’ll have to ask Kelly to put my name on the guest list again.”
“I can take care of that.” He massaged gentle circles on her back, a motion that soothed her and made her burrow against him. “What about when we leave San Antonio? When are you going back to Dallas?”
“Sunday. I have to be back at work on Monday. What about you?”
“The same.” He shifted her on his lap, easing her ass away from his thick, hard cock that once again was poking at her ass. “See what you do to me? I have to keep seeing you.”
She bit her lower lip. “To keep playing the game?”
He brushed her hair off her forehead. “I don’t want to get ahead of myself here, but I don’t remember the last time I felt such a strong, instant connection with a sub. I know you had to sense it, too.”
She nodded.
“We have a lot of cards to get through, Queen of Hearts. I want to take you to my club in Dallas. Maybe have you bring me to yours.” He put his mouth close to her ear again. “I want to take you to dinner. Get to know you. Spend weekends with you.”
Her heart stuttered. She wanted that, too, but hadn’t dared hope. For the first time in forever she wanted to spend time with a Dom outside a club and it thrilled her that he wanted the same thing.
“I’d like that,” she murmured.
“We have a lot of cards to get through,” he reminded her. “Maybe they can even predict our future. One that keeps us together.”
She looked at him and smiled. “I should tell you that when I went to Las Vegas I was a winner at Blackjack.”
He laughed, the sound rumbling against her body. “You’ve won this Blackjack, my Queen. And I want to make sure you keep him.”
“I’ll give it my best shot.” She smiled back at him.
“Starting with tomorrow night?”
She nodded. “Tomorrow night.”
“And maybe every night thereafter.”
He cupped her head and turned it so he could take her mouth in a kiss both sweet and hungry. When he lifted his mouth from hers she was breathless with the intensity of the kiss and warmed by the sweetness of it.
“Yes.” She winked at him. “And maybe every night thereafter.”
*The End*
About the Author
Referred to by USA Today as the Nora Roberts of erotic romance, Desiree Holt is the world’s oldest living published erotic romance author. A graduate of the University of Michigan with double majors in English and HIstory, her earlier careers include agent and manager in the music industry, public television, associate vice president of university advancement, public relations, and economic development.
She is three times a finalist for an EPIC E-Book Award (and a winner in 2014), a nominee for a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice Award, winner of the first 5 Heart Sweetheart of the Year Award at The Romance Studio as well as twice a CAPA Award winner for best BDSM book of the year, and winner of the Holt Medallion for Excellence in Romance Literature.
She has been featured on CBS Sunday Morning and in The Village Voice, The Daily Beast, USA Today, The (London) Daily Mail, The New Delhi Times, The Huffington Post and numerous other national and international publications. She is also the Authors After Dark 2014 Author of the Year.
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Other books by Desiree
Blind Ecstasy
Dark Desire
Fired Up
Cut the Cards
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