Deception

by Victoria Saccenti

  Surprised, Hunter turned toward him.

  He walked to the thermostat on the wall, approved the setting, then, crossing his arms, he faced her. “I live two different lives. In St. Cloud, I’m vanilla, and I’ve never dated a lady resident until you. I had to run to the local kink store for some items. Obviously, I have to fix that.”

  Hunter listened, rooted to the spot. Still no interruptions. She was learning quickly.

  He relaxed his stance and moved forward, but remained distant from her. She desired the centering touch of her Dom—it was written all over her. That characteristic submissive need had developed faster than normal—but there would be no soothing contact yet. She had to listen and assimilate first.

  “I come to Orlando to live my chosen lifestyle. To unfetter the man I truly am, my dominant self. Inside these walls…” He gestured with his palm. “I demand strict D/s protocol. No exceptions. Outside, I’m much more relaxed, unless the situation requires otherwise. We’ll be totally casual during this weekend, your trial period.”

  “Trial?” she asked.

  “Of course. What if you realize this isn’t for you?” He stepped closer to her. “The next forty-eight hours will tell.”

  “I don’t—”

  “Hush, kitten.” He placed his finger over her lips, finally bridging the gap between them. “We begin now. You’ll only speak in direct response to my questions, unless you need to use a safeword. Nevertheless, I’ll monitor you constantly. Go to the settee you like so much, take off your clothes, and place them neatly on top. Remove your shoes as well. Next time, you’ll only wear a robe.”

  Joe walked to his favorite multipurpose bench. He leaned his elbow on the headboard, enjoying the process of a suddenly shy Hunter disrobing. She wouldn’t look at him, and a soft flush covered her cheeks as she removed her garments and revealed the creamy skin underneath. He could give her a little encouragement.

  “You’re a beautiful woman. I love how you bare my body for me.”

  Confused, she glanced at him.

  “You heard me right. It’s my body. For my use, my pleasure and yours. Once you’ve finished I’ll give you further instructions.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Stepping out of her panties, she gave him a quick view of her firm, round buttocks. Using the settee for balance, she slipped off her sandals and faced him.

  He nearly gasped.

  “What’s this? You’ve been holding out on me. And for that…” In two strides, he was at her side. He smacked her ass. “You’re getting punished, sweet kitten. We definitely have lots of work to do.”

  Hunter shivered. Her lower lip trembled. Her eyes darted wildly side to side.

  “Settle down,” he snapped, stepping in front of her. “Deep breath.”

  She obeyed without hesitation.

  “Stand straight. Set your legs apart. Shoulder width.” Joe softened his tone. “Clasp your hands behind your neck. Thrust your tits forward and lower your eyes. That’s your inspection position.”

  He smiled at her obedience. Then, remembering what had ticked him off, he clutched her denuded pussy lips and squeezed. “This cunt is mine to do with as I please,” he murmured next to her ear. “I didn’t give you permission to shave it.”

  “Sir, I—”

  “Hush.” Joe spanked her ass again. Hunter shivered. Goose bumps rose along her soft skin.

  “Hold your legs wide. Turn your toes out and bend your knees, then squat halfway. Perfect.” The position spread her pussy, exposing her clit and inner folds. With his full open palm, he slapped her dead center. He didn’t hold back.

  She took it without a wince or a sound.

  “This cunt is mine. Respond.”

  “It’s your pussy, Sir.”

  He repeated the slaps three more times. She mewled and wobbled. He steadied her by her waist.

  “Straighten up. Tell me, how did that feel?”

  “I, Sir…”

  “Do I have to repeat the question?”

  “No, Sir. It was different. Stung.”

  “Bad? Good?”

  “Actually, good, Sir. Um…”

  “Go ahead.”

  “Am I allowed to ask for more, Sir?”

  He laughed. “Later. I’m still inspecting.” He circled her, learning the details of her beautiful curves and planes. He cupped a breast. The mound and tiny puckered nipple filled his open hand just right. His fingers examined her rounded belly, then traced her narrow waist and generous hips with a feathery caress. He slipped around to the soft, flawless skin above her buttocks… The only imperfection was a zigzag keloid scar, about two inches long, between her upper right cheek and her hip. It was an old wound. How could he have missed it the other night?

  “What happened here?” He examined the jagged bump.

  The jerky movement was subtle. With her eyes still lowered, she actually averted her gaze. Nice try, but she wasn’t escaping.

  “Kitten?”

  “I fell, Sir. Years ago. Didn’t heal right. No big deal.”

  That was pure bullshit. But his instincts warned him to leave it, step back for now.

  “Hmmm. We’ll return to this another time.”

  With a light squeeze, he checked the tone and firmness of her buttocks. He palmed her lower back. “Unclasp your hands and bend over. Press your arms on your knees for balance.” Spreading her cheeks wide apart, he ran his forefinger from her damp pussy to her puckered hole. Using the pad of his thumb, he pressed the rosette firmly. Hunter gasped.

  “What was that?”

  “I liked the sensation, Sir.”

  “Excellent, because I intend to take you here as well. But you need to be prepared first. This penetration is intense and emotional.” He patted her back. “You may straighten. In the future when I say inspection, you will immediately adopt this stance and spread your cheeks for me.”

  “As you wish, Sir.”

  “This is going well, kitten.” He moved slowly around to the other side. “I approve of the red nail polish.” He caressed her fingertips and pointed to her toes. “From now on, you’ll wear it for me.”

  “If it pleases you, Sir.”

  “Yes. It pleases me. You please me in so many ways.”

  This wasn’t empty flattery. Hunter had slipped into her submissiveness and accepted his dominance with genuine ease. As if she’d been born to be his. And that touched him in the deepest, darkest places of his soul. It wasn’t her newness and inexperience charming him, as he’d trained others just as green.

  No.

  It was more. It was a clear certainty of belonging. Like the last pieces of a jigsaw puzzle completing the full image, she had clicked with him, creating one large beautiful picture.

  Only… One matter needed fixing: Hunter’s still-festering wound. The one she’d buried years ago and hadn’t revealed yet. As her Dom, he’d have a lifetime to dig out the rot, disinfect it, and heal her. A vision formed in his mind: Hunter smiling at his side, proudly wearing his collar. Emotion constricted a spot within his chest. He’d never wanted to collar anyone before.

  What the hell was he thinking? A lifetime? He rubbed his forehead, confused by the unexpected emotional turmoil. Yes, he wanted this exquisite creature. No, he couldn’t have her. This was temporary. A well-planned revenge. Inhaling deeply, Joe recovered his control and purpose.

  “I have something for you.” He smiled, returning to his role. “See the bench on that platform?” He pointed to his favorite piece of equipment.

  She curled her nose. “The one that looks like a short bed?”

  He nodded. “Be careful, the platform is high. Use the step stool and wait for me there.”

  Joe opened his armoire, picked up the black velvet box on the top shelf, and walked to Hunter. “Open it.” He presented the box.

  Her eyes widened as she lifted the gold-and-gem chain set. The bright yellow citrines sparkled in the room’s amber illumination.

  “Sir, it’s beautiful. What is it?”

  Am
used, Joe covered his smile—so much for a solemn occasion. Her bewilderment was adorable and endearing.

  “It’s a clit-and-nipple clamp set,” he explained, helping her untangle the chains.

  “Jewelry, for me? No one has ever given me jewelry before.”

  No one? Ever?

  His throat ached as he worked to separate the strands.

  “These serve a dual purpose: decoration and stimulus.” He held up the set by the nipple clamps. “Sit and face me.”

  Hunter extended her lovely right leg. Her cute toes touched the platform. The left she folded under her butt.

  “Scoot back. I need space to sit in front of you.” He passed her the chains by the tip of the clamps. “Hold on to these for a moment.”

  Joe released the hook closure behind the center stone, circled the central chain around her waist, and closed it in place. The cascading chains draped over her luscious hips.

  “This is the best part, but first, I get my taste.” Cupping her breast, he suckled and drew on her nipple. When the soft-rose areola grew dark pink, he clamped the tip.

  “Ah, ah, ah,” Hunter exclaimed.

  “Kitten, how are you?”

  “Sweet, Sir. Sweet.”

  “Good girl.” He repeated the action with the other nipple.

  “Wonderful. The chains look stunning and exotic on you. You’re like an odalisque, a seductress out of an Eastern fairy tale. But I’m not done yet. There’s one more attachment. Don’t move.” He draped the last chain over her thigh and walked to the headboard. He pressed a button just below the bench, and the rear segment loosened. He angled it upward, forming a reclining pad, and locked it in place.

  He returned to her side. “Lean back while I clamp the last chain.”

  The movement spread Hunter’s leg a bit farther. He needed more space to work.

  “Hold your pussy lips open for me.”

  Hunter obeyed. When her clit emerged, he clamped it.

  “Ow.” She jerked. “Ow.”

  “Talk to me,” he urged.

  “Sir, I—”

  “Safeword,” he grated. “Use it.”

  “A little yellow, Sir.”

  “Hold on.” Joe turned the clamp’s bottom screw once, easing the tension. “Now breathe. How’s that?”

  “That’s sweet, Sir. Not so tight.” She nodded from her reclined position.

  “A little yellow?” He chuckled. “That’s a first for me. I want to get stern and angry, but I can’t. You’re too cute.”

  “I… I didn’t know how else to explain, Sir. It was painful, but not too painful.”

  “You are unique, that’s for sure.” He pulled the main stone up as Julian had instructed. All three clamps shifted.

  Hunter squirmed. “Oooh, Sir,” she exclaimed.

  “Lower your voice. I’ll muzzle you if you don’t.” He frowned. “Stand. Take a look in the mirror. Tell me what you think.”

  Long minutes passed as she took in her distant reflection.

  To him, she looked marvelous, seductive, temptation personified with all that glittery sparkle around her. Her beautiful long legs and firm, rounded buttocks made his hands itch with the desire to dig his fingers in. Streaks of gold in her lush auburn hair glinted in the amber light. Dense waves fell past her creamy shoulders and down her curvy back. Her gorgeous clamped nipples took his breath. The center stone seemed to wink at him, and all he could think about was to possess her, take her, and bury his cock to the hilt.

  “Can’t find the words, Sir,” she murmured, distracting his thoughts.

  “Thank you works.”

  “May I… Do you give me permission to thank you, Sir? Properly.”

  He narrowed his gaze, then decided to go with it.

  “Show your Dom your appreciation.”

  Hunter dropped to her knees. She struggled with the buckle of his belt and the top button of his zipper. His pants dropped, and she tugged at the waistband of his shorts. His cock stood free. Twisting her head side to side, she ravenously slurped the underside. She rolled her tongue over the mushroom head, then captured it with quick shallow suckles. Shielding her teeth with her lips, she took him into her mouth to the edge of her gag reflex. She pulled back a little, circled the base of his cock with her hand, and plunged in again and again.

  Joe opened his legs, giving her room to maneuver. He ran his fingers through her hair, twisting the heavy locks out of his line of sight. He couldn’t miss the arousing vision of her stretched lips engulfing his cock—a man’s favorite image. She tried to caress his balls, but, unsure of what to do, she gave up. Instead, she clasped his buttocks one-handed and held on. What she lacked in expertise, she made up for with enthusiasm and caring. He wouldn’t dream of criticizing her. There would be plenty of nights ahead to indulge in and explore the pleasures and intricacies of oral sex.

  Actually, her ministrations were pushing him closer and closer to climax. He didn’t want that. Tonight, he’d come in her pussy, surrounded in all that plush, wet heat, while the clit clamp enhanced his invasion.

  Releasing her hair, he cupped her cheeks. “Stop, kitten.” Obediently, she slowly released his cock and remained on her knees as he stripped. “Sit on the bench,” he said, helping her to stand. As she wiggled her ass on top of the bench pad, her chains jingled a soft beat.

  “Love that background tinkle. Very sexy. How are those clamps? Any pain?”

  “Sweet, Sir. All good.”

  “Okay, flip around and get on your knees.” Holding her waist with both hands, he steadied her as she clambered into position. “Now, put your elbows down and extend your hands forward. Place one wrist on top of the other and hold.” Reaching for the headboard, Joe selected an oversized leather cuff he used on these occasions. He cuffed Hunter’s wrists loosely and closed the buckles, ensuring the padded leather remained on top. He then opened a drawer under the bench and pulled out a silk sash.

  “Relax. I’m blindfolding you.” He secured the sash over her eyes, tied a knot at the back, and waited, giving her a moment to adjust. “Lean your forehead on your wrists.” He guided her head gently down.

  Joe slipped his arm under her belly and lifted, positioning her body at the right angle for his shaft.

  “Perfect. And all mine.”

  He studied her cunt, her lovely reddish folds and the engorged, imprisoned clit. The citrine on the clamp sparkled, adding a bit of flair to the sensual setup. Holding a pussy lip aside, he ran his forefinger around her swollen clit, to the opening of her warm vagina. He rimmed the edge, inserted his finger seeking her sweet juices, then pulled it out. He spread her glistening moisture to her tissues, to her puckered entry, and pressed down. Hunter angled back, pushing against his thumb.

  “Hmmm. You want this, don’t you?”

  “Sir. I don’t know why, but yes. I do.”

  “You’re not ready yet.” He smacked her right ass cheek. “Soon.” Then he hit the left on the back swing. “When I say you can.” Her skin turned a lovely pink, but he wanted a deeper color. Red. He needed to see red, the color of the haze before his eye. He smacked both cheeks harder. Her buttocks jiggled with each blow. He didn’t massage her or give her a break. He slapped again. His cock stiffened like a steel rod, hungry for her ass. He groaned. A wild headiness overcame him. He wanted to push her to the edge, make her scream, fight him and use her safeword. He slapped both ass cheeks harder, then harder still.

  Welts formed. Her spine curved. He snapped to his senses.

  “Hunter?” Worry gnawed at him.

  “S-sweet, Sir. Still sweet.” Her voice trembled.

  Her gentleness and acceptance humbled him. He showered kisses along her lower back. Dropping his forehead at the edge of her crack, he massaged her hips the way he should have in between smacks. She’d been good, better than good. He owed her. She deserved unrestrained pleasure. Slipping his palms along the silky skin of her belly, he reached the gemstone at her waist and tugged. All three clamps pulled in concert.
/>   “Aaah,” she exclaimed.

  “Kitten?”

  “Oh… Sir…it’s sweet. Good. Ah. I’m at the edge. I’m at the edge!”

  “I’m going to push you there,” he murmured against her skin.

  Holding his cock steady, Joe rubbed his mushroom head up and down her pussy, spreading her juices. On the last pass, he settled at the entrance of her core. He exhaled as his shaft slowly invaded her. Her plush walls separated and embraced him. Her muscles tightened and released. Pleasure intensified. He gave little pulls to the large citrine as he pumped in and out, and she jerked in response.

  “I’m fucking you, kitten. Fucking you, nice and deep. You’re so delicious. How’s my pretty clit? Is it ready?”

  “I’m throbbing, Sir. My clit’s gonna explode.”

  “Good. Let go.”

  Joe pulled the chain more quickly in time with his thrusts. Her muscles contracted around him. Her body hunched and bucked. She pressed her ass against him, echoing his rhythm. A low wail escaped her lips as her climax throttled her. Instead of finishing outside as he did with every other sub, he threw his head back, enjoying the glorious sensation of shooting his cum deep within Hunter’s core.

  “Mine!” he screamed.

  Startled out of a deep sleep, Hunter cracked her eyes open. The thinnest sliver of light from a streetlamp sneaked through the shutters. She recognized the room. She felt around her body and found Joe’s arm across her waist. He must have dropped it, waking her up. Gently, she placed it next to him and turned on her back. Her sore bum protested.

  Hell, yeah. He’d given her a hell of a wallop. Totally unlike the playful spanking she’d imagined. A trigger of some sort had made him lose control. She couldn’t imagine what. She only wish she could have seen his face when it happened. She might have gleaned a little understanding. Then he’d caught on to the momentary wildness, and his demeanor had changed immediately after. Not that he’d given up all control. Joe Reid wasn’t that kind of man.

  He shifted, jerked, and rolled, making guttural sounds. He was deep in dreamland.

  Hunter allowed her mind to revisit the special room and the events that transpired. One thing was certain. She had to embark on a stretching regime right away. Throw in some weights too. Intimacy with Joe was not a blah undertaking. All that bending, kneeling, and squatting required nimble muscles. And she was inching toward middle age; if she didn’t take care of her body, she’d be out of the game soon.