by Nina Pierce
Heat shot down her core, clenching her womb and sending a warm rush of liquid down her thigh.
“Claire,” he pulled back, and she had to bite back a moan of disappointment at the loss of his touch, “tonight is about stripping away more than clothes. More than opening yourself to my pleasure. Tonight I want you to discover who Claire really is. What she really wants.”
Everything and more.
“What I am going to do may push you past your limits. May be more than you’re willing to give me. That’s why we need a safe word. A word when spoken will halt everything. No questions. No recriminations.”
“Dusty.”
“What’s dusty, Claire?”
“My safe word. Dusty.” It had come to her when he asked about her job.
“Very well.” She heard the smile in his voice. “If you speak that word, I will stop.” He leaned forward and whispered, “But bear in mind, sometimes going out of your comfort zone may find you in a place of bliss you have never experienced.”
She nodded as much as the collar at her neck would allow.
“Tell me about your company.” He shifted again and the warm scent of leather filled her nose. He must have come up on his knees, her head close to the apex of his thighs. She wanted to nuzzle against the muscular thighs she felt pressed against her, but the neck restraint wouldn’t let her move.
“It’s a cleaning company,” she began as his hands kneaded the muscles in her shoulders and she felt herself relax.
“Have you always owned it?” They traveled down her ribs, and she felt the heat of his torso on her head when he kissed her spine.
His hands continued a leisure path back up her ribs and brushed against her breasts. “I…um…what?”
He laughed. A rolling sound that washed over her, soothed and comforted in its familiarity. He toyed with her nipples, pinching and teasing them into tight points. “You said you owned the company. Did you buy it?”
“No, I started as a maid.”
“You mentioned that.” His breath feathered across her back and his hands continued to pull and twist her sensitive nipples, the pain exquisite.
“What I mean is, I started as a maid…well, a housekeeper and expanded the business to clean homes and businesses. There are a lot of businesses who use my services. And now I have employees and franchises across the state and… Am I babbling?”
“A little, but I don’t mind. I want to know everything about you, Claire.” He pulled one nipple and she felt a sharp pinch that held and stayed. Just as quickly, he repeated the process on the other nipple. She gasped at the unexpected bite and the pain burning through her chest.
She squirmed, but moving only heightened the sensation, and she had to bite back another cry of discomfort. For you. For you I’ll try to endure this. Just say the words.
“Beautiful.” He moved away. His forearm brushed her biceps a moment before an exquisite pain gripped her nipples, drawing a startled cry from her lips. “There’s a chain attached to the clamps I’ve just put on your nipples.” He tugged on it again, sending another shockwave of torment burning over her nerves. “Open yourself to the sublime pleasure of the pain, Claire. Let it center you.” He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “You can do this. I know it’s what you want. My pleasure comes from knowing how much you want to please me. And I am very pleased.”
His voice was an oasis in a desert of uncertainty. She blossomed in his words, with all the joy of a barren land during a rainstorm, her heart opened to him. Keep talking or I may wilt in my doubts.
He abandoned her again and she had to keep from calling to him. She understood fully the need for the restraints. Without them, she would have reached for him and begged her Master not to leave her. Many minutes passed, or perhaps it was only seconds, Claire couldn’t be sure, but she couldn’t sense him. Didn’t know where he had gone. Surely he hadn’t left the room.
“Master?” she called out tentatively, but there was no response. She had no idea what she’d done, but it had to be bad if he wouldn’t even talk to her. She fought against the restraints. “Master?” Her pleas grew louder. “Master, what are you doing?”
The blow to her ass surprised a cry from her lips. Whatever he used was wide and covered a good portion of her ass cheek. Two more strikes came in rapid succession. She wasn’t sure if it was by design that each hit of the soft paddle grazed the edges of her nether lips, clenching her pussy.
“I was admiring the view,” he said. Smack! “And if I want to stand here all night and stare at your wet pussy,” Smack! “then that’s what I’m going to do.” Smack! Smack! The voice that only moments ago had soothed and comforted was now filled with thorny barbs of disappointment that tore at her heart. Smack! “If I want to leave you for hours immobilized in this stockade,” Smack! “because I want you wet and wanting for me when I return,” Smack! “then I will do just that.” Smack! Smack!
Tears filled the mask. The heat of humiliation and shame burned her cheeks. She was such a failure with men. Even with a complete stranger willingly teaching her the art of submission, she couldn’t do anything right. Business? Now that was a different story. Instinctively she knew which direction to turn when it came to building a client base. But men had her completely baffled. Claire dared not speak for fear her voice would tremble with the disappointment in her lack of control.
“If I went to get others to enjoy your body,” Smack! “because it gives me pleasure to watch you being fucked,” Smack! “then that is my prerogative.” Smack! Smack! “Not yours to question.” Smack!
Whatever you want, just don’t let my mistake send you away. She would have knelt there taking his punishment for as long as her Master felt the need to dole it out, but it stopped as abruptly as it had begun. Silence echoed off the walls.
Time stopped. There was no before. No after. There was only this moment stretching out into the black abyss of confusion.
Claire bit the inside of her cheek until the metallic taste of blood filled her mouth. She would not speak.
“How’s your furniture?”
The question came from above and to the side of her. She couldn’t make sense of the words. Her nipples ached, her ass burned and her pussy begged to be fucked. There was little she understood at the moment beyond the physical.
“Answer me, Claire. Is. Your. Furniture. Clean?”
Safe word. He wants my safe word. Realization dawned. Like a light guiding her in the darkness, Claire knew what he asked. All she had to do was say it and all of this would be over. The humiliation at always doing the wrong thing. The exquisite pain. All of it gone. Of course the opportunity to truly experience her submissive side at the hands of a Master would disappear as well.
“My furniture… It’s fine.” She wasn’t sure where she’d found the strength, but Claire pushed the words over her tongue. “Master, I want only to please you. I’m sorry for questioning what you know is best for me.”
She heard him kneel down beside her. Leaning into her, his erection pressing into her ribs, he bent and trailed kisses between her shoulder blades. His wide hands traveled her body, caressing her bottom and playing in her hair. Joy burst from her heart and she nearly wept with relief.
“You’ve taken your punishment with such bravery. I am so proud of you.” His teeth bit into her shoulder blade. “I have something for you. Something of mine that is just for you.”
She felt the cool caress of metal around her biceps and heard the snick as it snapped into place. His fingers traced around it, tickling her skin and she sighed with pleasure.
“Mine. I want you to be mine, Claire. For tonight. For the weekend. However long you choose. Will you accept this gift from me?” He paused. “As long as you wear this, everyone will know that you belong to me.”
She was sure she heard him fill his lungs. Confident he hadn’t released it. Was it possible he believed she wouldn’t take this? He wanted her to belong to him. Maybe only for tonight or perhaps the rest of the weekend, but he wa
nted her. And the choice was hers. Claire’s heart nearly leapt from her chest with the joy surging through her. She hadn’t disappointed. He said this was only training and he was willing to overlook her mistakes. She only hoped she wouldn’t make any more.
“Yes, Master.”
Chapter Three
Relief flooded over Jonathon.
At the sound of those two simple words, “Yes, Master,” his world came back into focus. He’d heard them countless times over the years, but never had they held so much weight as they did at this moment. Despite the fact that Claire had no idea of his true identity, Jon was sure her rejection of his gift would have completely broken his heart. He released the air he hadn’t even realized he’d held, the cold knot of tension unraveling around his chest. The woman below him had no idea what kind of power she held over him.
“It’s stunning. It gleams against your skin.” He traced the delicate filigree pattern spinning away from the double gold bands encircling the strong muscle of her left arm. Years of hard work had sculpted her biceps, and he was pleased the special piece of jewelry fit so well. It looked right there. Jonathon had had it designed especially for Claire years ago, but life had conspired against them. “Collars and wristbands only speak of your submissive nature, Claire. This, this is uniquely yours.” He bent and nuzzled her hair and his cock hardened when a mewling sound of contentment escaped her lips. He wanted her. Wet and writhing beneath him, he needed to know she was truly his.
“Your ass glows a tempting shade of red where I paddled you.” His fingers tripped over the heated flesh of her buttocks, squeezing just past the point of pain, testing her resolve. Her hips arched to press her deeper in his palm. “I think we’re both more than ready for some pleasure.”
Moving around to settle between her thighs, Jon took a moment to admire the glistening arousal coating her satin lips. He wondered if she always waxed her labia or if it had been something special she’d done for this trip. Either way, the lack of pubic hair would make her all the more sensitive to his caresses.
She was wet and swollen, her body begging for his attention.
Claire said nothing, but he saw her nerves in the subtle tensing of her thigh muscles as the seconds stretched into minutes. Good, he wanted her a little off-kilter. Her reactions would be more honest if she couldn’t anticipate his every move.
Reaching between her legs, Jon retrieved the chain attached to her nipple clamps. He tugged, drawing a gasp from her and smiled.
“You like that?”
“Yes, Master.”
He pulled the chain taut and attached the last clip to her swollen clitoris.
Claire bucked in the restraints. Her hips arched and cream flowed from her pussy. Unable to control himself any longer, Jon leaned forward and captured it with his tongue. Her luscious honey exploded in his mouth and he speared his tongue into her wet heat, closing his eyes to revel in the sublime scent and taste of her. So much sweeter than he’d ever fantasized. His cock pressed painfully against the leather of his pants and he worked to tamp down his own libido. This night wasn’t about him.
“Your cunt weeps for me. Begs for my cock.”
“Yes, Master.”
She squirmed against his face, and when he pushed a finger into her, the silken channel of her pussy pulsed to draw it deeper. Her thigh muscles contracted beneath his forearms and he knew she teetered on the edge of control.
“Master, please,” she begged.
“Please what, Claire?”
“I don’t know if I can… Please.”
“You may not reach orgasm, Claire. I want you to continue to fill my mouth with your succulent nectar until I’ve had my fill.” He crooked his finger against the spongy cushion just inside her opening and her back arched. “Do you understand?” The sexy slurping sounds of his mouth and finger mixed with Claire’s uncontrolled pants of bliss. “I would be very displeased if you came.”
“Master… I…”
“You must not.” He knew she would have trouble holding on as every muscle strained against the ecstasy his loving ministrations caused. This night had already been a sensual banquet for her senses and he had no doubt her body begged for release.
But he was relentless, pushing her to her limits. With his other hand, he dragged Claire’s wet heat up her slit and toyed with the sensitive tissue of her anus. She gasped as he pressed against the opening, more cream leaking onto his tongue.
“Your cream coats my tongue, nourishment for a hungry man. I haven’t tasted anything so exquisite. I’m not sure I will ever be satisfied.” He renewed the efforts of his tongue, swirling it up and down her folds, drinking in the salty taste of her cream. The walls of her cunt convulsed around his finger and he pushed in a second. “Delicious, Claire.” He moaned out his pleasure, knowing the vibration would only unhinge the last vestiges of her control. She stood on a very narrow precipice. “Wait.”
“But, Master, I can’t.” The declaration came out in breathy pants.
“Trust me to know what is best for you.”
“I do.”
“Then wait.”
Her muscles relaxed. One by one, as if with great focus, Claire let the tension drain from her legs, her ass and her back. Though he hadn’t stopped the salacious assault, she’d managed to bring herself back from the brink for him. No doubt thanks to her hours of yoga classes. He smiled, knowing this woman was working to obey, and though Jon didn’t think it possible, more blood rushed to his groin. His heart raced in his chest as he drank the very essence of her.
He backed off a bit, kissing and nibbling along her labia and damp thighs, removing the clip from her clitoris and allowing her body a moment to drift down from the clouds. His fingers slid from her pussy to circle and tease the pearled nub of her clitoris, and back up to the rosebud opening of her ass. Her hips arched to give him better access. Moisture leaked from the swollen walls of her cunt and he lapped up every drop.
Slowly, mercilessly so it would make them both breathless, he brought her to the edge again. His tongue teased her sensitive clitoris, alternately sucking and licking the swollen nub. Three fingers slid in and out of her cunt while he used his other hand to add pressure to the puckered muscle of her ass. She drew taut. Her back bowed. He had no doubt she held on with the slimmest thread of control.
The slick sounds of his finger-fucking mixed with her desperate gasps of pleasure and his heart hammered in rhythm with her need. His finger slid into her ass as he teased the spongy tissue of her vagina and whispered, “It’s time, Claire.”
“What, Master?”
His fingers pumped her slick channel, another finger gliding in and out of her back entrance, his tongue fluttering relentlessly over the hard bundle of nerves. “It would please me to have you come with my mouth against your flesh.”
“Yes, Master.”
Her hips arched, pressing her into his face and he obliged by redoubling his efforts. He abandoned his manual assault on her pussy, his hand searching for the chain at her stomach. He pulled once, twice, the pain of the clamps stimulating her nipples, and his slave lost her tenuous foothold and soared on the ecstasy quaking over her body. Her primal cries of rapture bounced off the walls as every fiber of her body trembled with the orgasm slamming into her. Claire rode his mouth and finger, and he gloried in giving her all the enjoyment she could handle.
He could barely fill his lungs with the knowledge that he’d finally satisfied the woman who’d stolen his heart so many years ago.
She was a quaking mass of useless muscle. Claire had never had such an intense orgasm and she had only one man to thank, her Master.
Without a word the man undid the bindings at her ankles. Strong hands that only an hour ago had guided her to this dungeon, minutes ago doled out punishment and seconds ago shattered her world, now massaged her thighs and she was grateful she didn’t have to do anything more than enjoy it. He repeated the process for her wrists and forearms. He pushed her back on her knees and she could s
mell the heated leather of his pants and the musky odor of sweat all mingling with the aroma of her own arousal. She wished she could see what she did to him. Touch the erection that had pressed so sweetly against her earlier. Look into the eyes of the man who had claimed her.
“Claire, you are absolutely ravishing. Your breasts are swollen and firm, the clamps keeping those dusky nipples plump and mouthwateringly tempting. Your labia are puffy and glistening in the light. He paused and she smiled, breathless from the compliments. “Can you stand?” he asked.
He took her hands and pulled her to her feet. She had a moment of lightheadedness, but he quickly scooped her into his arms before she could gain her balance.
“Easy. I’ve got you.”
Claire’s arms reflexively went around his neck, her face snuggling into the smooth skin of his chest.
“How are you feeling?”
Cherished. “Wonderful, Master.”
“There is a long weekend stretched out before us, I wouldn’t want to wear you out our first night together.”
“I would be happy to please you any way you’d like.”
He chuckled. “There are a lot of things rolled into any, Claire. Everyone has their limits.”
He set her on her feet but kept her pressed against him. The hard outline of his erection molded against her belly. That made her smile.
“You find the talk of limits amusing?”
“No, Master. Not at all. It’s just that I…” She couldn’t tell him how much it pleased her that the man found her alluring.
“You what, Claire?”
She shook her head and dropped her hands along with her chin. Claire had no desire for him to see the embarrassment warming her cheeks. But he would have none of it. Though the mask kept him from seeing her eyes, his finger lifted her face none the less.
“You what, Claire? I asked you a direct question.”
