by Laina Kenney
Jack’s stomach muscles bunched and relaxed with each application, but he didn’t break discipline.
She leaned back and appreciated the sight of Jack Carder laid out like her own personal sacrifice, hard and muscular, his strength and dominance held in check by thin layers of silk and a desire to please her. He was trying so hard to be a good submissive. She had really never expected that he would make it so far, and the heady thought that he was doing this only for her pushed her arousal higher.
She sighed and spent some quality time kissing and rubbing his chest before she turned back and pulled the soft feather from the bag of tricks she had stashed in the nightstand.
She ran the feather up the inside of his thigh, and watched his leg jerk away.
“Naughty, naughty,” she whispered, and he froze.
She ran the feather up and across the front of his boxers, pressing lightly back and forth over his hard cock until he was breathing through his mouth before moving it down the other thigh. She repeated the move, this time grazing his cock with her fingertips and tapping gently before following the feather’s path down his leg once again.
Jack groaned, and the headboard creaked, but he didn’t utter a protest.
Corinne smiled and continued, tracing the lines of his muscles with the feather and then following with a firmer caress of her hand. It was both relaxing and arousing when Jack did it to her, and she watched for the signs in him.
The planes of his cheek were flushed, and he was breathing deeply. His muscles relaxed and tightened depending on how close she came to touching his hard cock. It was growing, straining the seams of his boxers and protruding slightly from the top of the waistband. The very tip that she could see was sleek and shiny with moisture.
Perfect. He was ready for some real torture.
Running her hands up and down his sides, she flicked the nipple clamps gently then leaned down and nuzzled her way around his belly button. She plucked the tender skin with her lips and nibbled delicately with her teeth.
She swiped the flat of her tongue across the damp head of his penis and picked up the taste of salt and man. Jack’s muscles clenched and his hips surged upwards, a growl rumbling in his chest.
Corinne moved farther up and brushed her mouth over his. He captured her lips and pressed inward, pushing his stiff tongue into her mouth over and over, and thrusting feverishly in the only way she would allow him. Her skin prickled with goose bumps and her pussy dampened on a rush. He was a man on the edge, and that was exactly where she wanted him.
She took a moment to grab the Raspberry Cock Syrup.
She slid her cool fingers into the waistband of his boxers and drew them down and off. His cock beat with a visible pulse, the thick veins standing out.
When he felt the cool drips of the Raspberry syrup, Jack stilled. When Corinne’s lips followed the drops over his cock, he grunted and panted through his open mouth.
Corinne mouthed the very tip of his penis and tickled with the tip of her tongue until every breath Jack took was a groan.
Chapter 9
Jack held on to the headboard and prayed for control. His bonds were so loose that the temptation to break free was constant. But his little submissive was tormenting him so thoroughly that he didn’t want to miss a second of it.
When he had first walked in and laid eyes on the see-through dress she was wearing, the creation of black and silver that gave him a perfect peep show of her beautiful feminine curves, he had been transfixed by the sight.
Only the idea that a person passing in the hall might have seen her that way had given him the strength to fight a wave of desire so strong his hands shook with it. He was hers from that moment. His nervousness had been washed away on a tide of agonizing arousal, but he still felt shaky.
And now his cock was so hard he had to fight for the power to delay his final explosion long enough to coax her to join him.
He had never experienced blindness before, how it heightened his other senses until the scent of her skin, the sound of her dress brushing over the bedspread, the tender touch of her hands all piled on top of one another in soft, thick layers he could sink into and never come up. It was a wholly unfamiliar world, and the only thing that made it bearable was that Corinne was there right beside him.
He couldn’t see anything, not even shadows of movement, through the thick blindfold, so he never knew where her touch would fall next. Sometimes the surprise as much as the torturous pleasure she showed him made him want to shout out loud.
Corinne was using her teeth and soft lips on every part of him, and it was driving him mad. Had she wanted to explore his body like this before? He had certainly never allowed it before. Was he providing her with a fantasy by holding still and letting her have her way with him?
He was enjoying the new experience, even the unexpected clamps, but Jack knew himself well enough to know that he could never surrender his trust, give over his heart and soul to anyone except Corinne. She broke all the old rules in his life and made new ones with only her name on them.
Her teeth grazed the underside of his cock, and he felt the sweat break out on his brow. He knew he couldn’t keep back his release much longer. It was tingling in his spine even now, rising like a slow rush of lava no matter how hard he fought against it.
“Corinne, I’m close,” he groaned, breaking his hard-won silence. “Please, baby, come and ride me. I want to finish inside you, even if I can’t see your beautiful face.”
The torment ended and her touch disappeared. He stifled his questions. He could hear movement, but he didn’t break free and remove the blindfold. He waited in an agony of suspended hope.
When she rolled the condom on him, he almost lost it and had to clench his teeth and breathe through his nose to keep from coming in her hand.
Christ what the woman did to him.
He could feel her rising over him, and his heart rate jumped when crisp hair and supple flesh brushed over his hard penis.
When her heated dampness engulfed him in one long swoop he couldn’t control the lunge of his hips.
“Fuck.” He grappled for control.
Corinne gasped and sat still on him for a moment, impaled to the hilt. He could feel the little ripples and twitches of her soft pussy, and the sensations on his already-alert penis sent an electric current shooting up his spine. She was very wet, and he hoped she was close because he wouldn’t be able to hold on very long in the state he was in.
She started moving on him, pulling up until he almost sprang free and then sliding down slowly. She repeated the slow-motion act again and again. He bucked and surged under her, trying to quicken the pace, but she continued at the slower tempo until they were both groaning with every silken glide of flesh over flesh.
Her deliberate lunges were becoming deeper and deeper and the snug fit was growing tighter as she became more excited. It was all Jack could do not to yell at the bottom of each twisting rebound.
She pulled off his nipple clamps one by one, and the flow of blood back into the pressed tissue burned like fire. He could hardly breathe through the searing sensation.
When he finally felt the clench of her inner muscles and the soft, moaning breath that signaled her orgasm, it catapulted him into a hard, pulsing release that snapped his body rigid and stole his sanity. It went on and on until he heard his mind break, until he thought he might pass out, it was so damn good.
He was flying so high, the sweet scent of her skin and the weight of her collapsing on his chest was the only thing that anchored him in the real world. They lay joined for a long time, coming down gradually, returning from the blazing heights he had only ever touched with her.
Jack was stroking her back and smooth buttocks with his free hand. He had the dim thought that he must have broken one of the ties at some point, but he couldn’t think when and he felt too damned good to care.
Corinne sat up, and he stifled his protest as she removed the blindfold. Corinne was so small he often took hi
s superior strength for granted, but she could move while his muscles still felt like warmed jelly. He wanted to bask in the new sensations a little longer. He wasn’t ready to give up their night yet.
Her eyes were wide, almost shy as she looked into his eyes and then glanced away. At that moment, he would have done anything, moved heaven and earth for her, but didn’t think she realized it.
Jack,” she said, but didn’t continue.
He used his free hand to stroke her cheek and guide her face to his. He kissed her as tenderly as he knew how.
“You own me now,” he whispered and watched the tears spring into her eyes. “You own me.” It made his chest contract and expand with such an overwhelming wealth of emotion he didn’t think one man could contain it all. He would do anything to keep her in his life. He couldn’t live without her now.
“Maybe…” Her voice was so low he could hardly hear her.
When it became apparent she wouldn’t continue, he encouraged her with a soft kiss.
“Yes?” he said.
“Maybe you could own me, too.”
Her eyes fastened on his, wide and hopeful, and he saw his dream in them. He saw her love and her fear. His heart leaped into his throat, and he had the uncomfortable feeling that he might cry for the first time in his adult life. His emotions were all over the map. He knew submissives often spoke of the shifting emotional highs and lows after an encounter, and he understood the concept intellectually, but the reality was outside of his experience.
He pulled Corinne against his chest and cradled her close. He thought she might be crying, and he was trying not to do the same. His heart was pounding in his ears and his palms were damp. He wanted to tell her how she made him feel, but he couldn’t find the right words to describe it. He couldn’t find any words except the three little words that seemed too big to say.
Corinne pulled back.
“I need a bath,” she said quietly.
Jack looked her over. Her face was glowing, and her hair was falling out of its pins and drooping on one side. The sheer dress was a bit wrinkled, too.
He swooped in for a quick kiss.
“You look perfect to me,” he said and almost choked on the lump in his throat. “But if my lady desires a bath, then a bath she shall have.”
He prevented her from rising and kissed her hand.
“I’ll run the bath for you, Corinne,” he said, and watched the shiver cross her skin. He hadn’t meant to sound so firm, but it was his nature. Perhaps later on, after he bathed her, they could switch roles again and he could take the lead.
That black-and-silver dress had a little more life in it, he thought, whistling as he went about filling the tub with steaming water.
His cock was still semi-hard and hopeful. He shook his head. There was more life in that as well. Their night wasn’t over yet.
He helped her take the rest of the pins from her hair and watched while she slid the dress down and off to puddle on the floor. He picked it up and hung it carefully over the towel rack. They might want it again later. And years in the future when they didn’t use it any longer, they could have it framed to suit the magnitude of his first submissive experience.
Jack knew there was a grin on his face, but he couldn’t help it. He wasn’t a good submissive, certainly not a natural one, and his sleepy-eyed Dominant was far too sweet and kind to really push things, but it had been a surprisingly good experience.
He wouldn’t mind letting Corinne tie him to her bed again sometime. She could torture him any damn time she wanted.
From Corinne’s sigh as she sank into the bath water and her lazy smile as she leaned back, it had been a good evening for her as well. She raised her hand to him and beckoned, and he was at her side before he knew he was moving.
“Join me,” she said.
“Always.”
Chapter 10
Corinne took Jack’s hand and made room for him in the tub with her. Thank goodness the hotel had large bathtubs, because Jack was a large man. Her pussy twinged in agreement. Having Jack inside her again was better than the hottest dream she had ever had.
He had reacted well to her inexperienced attempt at dominance, better than she could have imagined, but the man gently rubbing the washcloth over her skin was anything but submissive. Still, she wasn’t really dominant, so they were a good fit that way.
She wondered if he was feeling the same overwhelming surge of emotion that she always felt after a submissive experience, the same almost spiritual high, but if so, he wasn’t saying anything about it. She couldn’t very well start quizzing him about that, since she sometimes didn’t talk afterwards, either.
She leaned back against his broad chest and let her muscles loosen up. As she relaxed more, Jack’s muscles became a little harder behind her, a fine tension invading the flesh. They were both naked, and she could tell that he was still interested.
She hid a smile, waiting.
Sure enough, his hands started to wander, smoothing over her soft breasts and down the insides of her thighs in a measured caress. He stroked her wet pussy, running his fingers up and down the inner lips then moved back up to her breasts.
He took his time exploring with slow hands and a firm touch until she was boneless, breathless, draped over him in a mellow arousal. He raised his knees between her legs and took her weight. His knees separated and pressed her thighs open. She could feel the hot brand of his hard cock pressing against her lower spine, and she sighed.
The sound seemed to be what he was waiting for.
He raised her smoothly and pushed his blunt erection inside her swollen channel. The tender tissues resisted then parted to accept his thick invasion, pulsing and weeping around the granite hardness in a tiny climax.
Corinne arched in welcome and heard him groan behind her as more of his penis was shoved inside by the movement. They were both wet, and only his arm around her middle kept her from slipping. His free hand pinched and rolled one sensitive nipple.
The position held her open for his slow rocking thrusts and the heat of the water lapping against her exposed clit added a new level of stimulation. As the body supporting her rocked harder and the intense friction raised the heat between them, she held on to the side of the tub with one hand and pressed the other against the tile wall to gain some stability.
Dimly she heard the thud of water sloshing out of the tub and onto the floor and the rhythmic waves of sound echoed the waves inside her.
Her climax rushed through her in a wave of irresistible heat. Her fingertips tingled with the power of it. Jack followed with a harsh grunt, and she felt the shooting jets of his release inside her body. It was too much. She arched with a desperate cry as her second orgasm came hard on the heels of the first and they writhed together in their cage of warmed porcelain.
Corinne lay staring at the ceiling and trying to catch her breath. She could feel Jack’s chest heaving under her. She should get up and let him breathe unencumbered by her weight. She should also clean up the water that would be all over the floor, and she would. Soon.
She just couldn’t quite manage to move yet.
Jack twitched one leg and groaned.
“Jack, what was that?” she murmured.
“That was me getting up.”
“Oh.” She giggled, and then they were both laughing, still in the tub.
“I think most of the water is on the floor,” he said.
“Well, it’s not in the tub,” Corinne said and laughed again.
“The water that is left in the tub is cooling.”
She could feel his grimace where her cheek was pressed to his. Corinne couldn’t tell what the temperature of the water was. It was Jack’s butt in the cool water, not hers.
Then the world tilted as Jack sat up. Corinne slid down onto his thighs and it took a moment for them to separate their bodies, sort themselves out, and figure out whose limbs were whose before they could rise.
Corinne noted with some satisfaction that Jack
didn’t seem to be much steadier on his feet than she felt. She thought they both probably looked a little drunk. The slippery floor tiles didn’t help either.
Jack wrapped a towel around his lean hips and handed one to Corinne. He threw several more towels on the floor. He guided her to stand on one so that she wouldn’t slip and used the rest of them to sop up most of the extra water before Corinne was even finished drying herself.
She was shocked into a giggle when she noticed how little water actually remained in the tub. Wow. She stole a quick glance, and Jack was grinning, too.
She had never seen him so relaxed.
Jack leaned forward and nuzzled her cheek and damp hair.
“I love that sound,” he murmured against her skin. “It makes me happy to know that you’re happy.”
He pulled her into a gentle hug.
Corinne stood in the warm circle of his arms and let the revelation sink in.
Jack cared about her feelings. He wanted her with him, and he wanted her to be happy. The relationship had unexpectedly grown beyond what either of them had anticipated, and she believed it had the potential for so much more.
She wasn’t just some faceless female body to Jack. She was a person with ideas and beliefs of her own. She mattered, her thoughts, her feelings, and whether or not she was happy. That gave her some power, too, even if she was content to have Jack make the decisions in the bedroom.
When they had been together before, Corinne had felt uncertain, feeling her way through a maze of new sensations and new experiences. She had embraced her role but allowed her personality to be constrained within it. She had imagined at the time that Jack wanted it that way, but now she wasn’t so sure.
He responded so well when she was just herself that she wondered if maybe hiding her true feelings was her mistake all along. If that was the case, then she should have stood up and said she didn’t like his long hours at the office. She should have been honest with him instead of trying to bury her feelings of insecurity and abandonment.
