R.S.V.P.

by Madeleine Oh

  He began rubbing the sweet-scented oil into her skin. As he worked he noted how her body relaxed into her bonds until she was limp, boneless. By the time he moved between her thighs her entire body gleamed with oil. She was any Master’s dream, trussed and prepared as she was.

  “I enjoy seeing you like this.” He smoothed more oil into the sensitive crease where her buttock met her thigh. “Open, vulnerable to my touch.” He slid his hand between her thighs, his oily fingers lubricating her slick flesh. “I can see and touch you as I wish.” His fingers darted into her sweet pussy. “You are totally available to me. You can’t even close your thighs against my invasion.” Her breathing grew ragged.

  With his other hand he picked up the flogger. “Your skin marks up beautifully. If only you could see your hot little ass right now.” He trailed the tips of the flogger over one plump cheek. “Now I’m going to turn it a lovely shade of pink.”

  The flogger came down across her butt and she moaned, her buttocks arching upward.

  He held the flogger just inches over her body. “Do you want to use your safe word?”

  “No, Master.” Her voice was strained.

  “Good. I want you awash with your juices before I will permit you to come. You will learn your lesson, slave, as you will relish my mastery over you.”

  Satisfied she was enjoying her reprimand as much as he, Blue brought the flogger down across her upper thighs. Again and again he flogged her, his cock growing tighter with each blow. Her shoulders, buttocks and thighs received his attention until he lost count of the blows. Her skin was now a rosy pink and she was begging for release.

  “What did you say, slave?” he panted.

  “I need to come,” she moaned. “Please, I’m begging you…”

  “Indeed.” Blue reached back and released her ankle restraints from the bed. “On your knees, slave.”

  She moved with flattering haste to perch on her knees with her chest still flat to the bed. Her curvy ass was up in the air and her legs were spread leaving her beautiful cunt open and displayed for him. He ran his hands over the curve of her buttocks and her hips gave a shimmy. She smelled of female arousal mixed with a scent uniquely her own. Judging from her engorged clit and her slick, red flesh, she was ready to come at the slightest touch.

  Now she was ready.

  Blue rose to shed the rest of his clothing. Coming between her thighs, he gripped her hips and entered her with one smooth thrust until his cock was buried in her pussy. She moaned and pushed back against him, taking him even deeper. Keeping a firm grip on her hips, he began to thrust.

  Nothing he’d ever imagined could prepare him for the reality of fucking Scarlet. She fit him perfectly, her beautiful, sweet cunt tight and hot around his cock. Their legs tangled, his hips hammered at her, every motion adding to the level of arousal building inside him. With each thrust she made low, throaty moans. Her hips slammed backward into him, her body shaking with her need for release, and he realized that while she enjoyed his possession, he wasn’t touching her where she was desperate to be touched.

  “You may come now, Scarlet.”

  He reached around her hips to zero in on her clit. With a single stroke, her body jerked as if electrified and she tightened around him in release. He gritted his teeth against the sensations that raced up his cock as her pussy milked him, determined not to come quite yet.

  Finally she sagged beneath him. Before she could catch her breath, he reached over and released her bound hands from the bed. He pulled out and neatly flipped her onto her back.

  “What are you doing?” she gasped.

  “You will know who your master is, Scarlet.” He pushed her thighs wide and positioned himself between them. “You will know who is fucking you.” He tore the blindfold off her face.

  His fingers sank into her hips as he entered her with a hoarse cry. He was so far gone now, he couldn’t stop if the devil himself rode into the room. His hips slammed into hers, his cock thrusting long and deep into her sweet cunt. Her emerald eyes had gone foggy with need and she cried out again and again as her body took its pleasure but still he didn’t stop. He was a man possessed by her sweetness, her tight little body and sassy mouth.

  He was determined to possess her as no other man ever had.

  His consciousness faded to the woman in the bed beneath him. Nothing else existed but his engorged cock and her slick, welcoming pussy. He rose and gripped her ankles, bringing them up to rest on his shoulders. This new position left her totally open and exposed to him.

  His awareness dimmed, narrowing to the increasing pressure in his lower gut. Her soft cries mingled with his moans as his release beckoned. His mind went hazy and his body took over. When her tight muscles moved around him in yet another release, he let go. He came with a roar, his release shooting hard from his cock and he felt as if he would never stop. On and on it went until he was sweating and shaking, swaying on his knees. For the first time in his life he wondered if he was going to pass out from the unbearable ecstasy of release.

  It would seem that the Master had met his match in Miss Scarlet.

  * * * * *

  Elle lay in the darkness beside Blue, her mind whirling. Sound asleep, his arm was heavy across her belly but she didn’t mind the weight at all. She rubbed her fingers over the prickly hair on his arm. There was only one word to describe their experience.

  Wow.

  She shifted around until she could look at the man who’d brought her more pleasure in a few hours than all the other men combined. His hair had come undone and the thick, wavy locks obscured most of his face. Her fingers itched to brush the hair out of the way just so she could look at him.

  Double wow.

  Her stomach clenched. She couldn’t put her finger on what made Blue different from the others. It wasn’t just the multiple orgasms, though that was certainly appreciated. She bit her lower lip as a panicky feeling swamped her.

  This can’t be happening…

  She turned away. He was no different than her previous masters and that was that. She was leaving for New Orleans in a few days and she couldn’t allow herself to think otherwise. An emotional entanglement was something she could ill afford.

  She swallowed hard, trying to push the panicked feeling down into her gut. She didn’t want to become involved with anyone right now, not here in Columbus nor down in New Orleans. She had a fabulous new job to concentrate on and that’s exactly what she planned on doing. In her experience with men, she’d learned they always expected to come first. While it was okay for them to put their careers before their women, it wasn’t okay for her to do the same.

  She rubbed a hand over her eyes.

  There was no doubt that her relationship with Ken had ended badly. He’d constantly ignored her desires, thinking that because she’d allowed him to master her sexually that she was a nonentity in other areas of his life. She’d been looking for an equal partnership and instead she’d ended up with a man who’d used her sexuality and need to be dominated against her. Just because she’d wanted to be submissive sexually, that did not make her a Barbie doll with all boobs and no brains. Just because Blue knew how to touch her darkest desires did not mean she wanted to keep him in her life and in her heart.

  Chapter Six

  Elle awoke to the feel of a hand stroking the upper part of her breast. She opened her eyes, blinking several times to remove the sleep from her vision. Blue lay beside her, his head propped on one hand and the other was petting her as if she was a cat. It was all she could do to not start purring.

  “Hello, Scarlet.” His voice was rough as if he’d just awoken only a few minutes before her.

  “Hi.” A soft flush moved across her skin as the memories of only a few hours ago assailed her.

  “Sorry I forgot to untie you before we took our nap.” He removed the velvet ties from her wrists, taking care to kiss each one before he let her go.

  “I wasn’t uncomfortable at all.” Elle stretched, her body sliding agai
nst his. She felt lazy, replete from their earlier excesses. She rotated her shoulders, arching her back to remove all the kinks from her spine.

  “I’m glad.” His avid gaze focused over her breasts, which threatened to spill from her bra. “Are you up for some more fun and games?”

  She fought a yawn, torn between talking and going back to sleep. “Just what did you have in mind?”

  “Peter has a playroom down the hall and it’s stocked with quite a few gadgets designed to interest a little submissive such as yourself.” His fingers stroked across her exposed breasts. “Racks, swings, slings, a Catherine wheel, bondage chair and more restraints than a little girl like you can handle.”

  A spark of excitement blossomed in her belly and a soft, throaty laugh escaped her. “You’d be surprised at what I can handle,” she purred.

  He laughed and nuzzled her throat sending chills of arousal over her skin. “No, I’ve already partaken of your considerable talents.” His hand covered her pussy. “Are you up for some play?”

  Elle placed her hand over his. “What are we waiting for?”

  Like excited children, they raced out of the bed. Elle almost tripped when she realized she still wore the ankle restraints Blue had put on earlier. With haste she ripped them off then was forced to get on her hands and knees to find her skirt that had ended up under the bed.

  “That is a sight,” Blue spoke behind her.

  She gave her bare backside a wiggle. “Not on your life, Master. I want to play first.” She located her skirt then scrambled to her feet. “No touching my ass until you have it strapped to something.”

  He made a grab for her skirt. “Promise?”

  She laughed and together they wrestled her into the leather garment. Her bra was perfectly concealing so she opted to forgo her blouse. When she was ready he took her hand and together they exited the suite.

  Elle had no idea what time it was. Vaguely she could hear sounds from the party going on one floor below, so it wasn’t too terribly late. It seemed like days since they’d met but in reality it had only been a few hours.

  Blue led her down the hallway to a closed door. He removed a key from his pocket and unlocked the door. Opening it wide, he stood back and ushered her in first. It was dark until he hit the lights and Elle’s eyes went wide at the scene that greeted her. It looked like a chamber of sexual horrors that would delight the Marquis de Sade.

  The floors, walls and ceiling were covered in fake stone giving it the appearance of a gothic-style dungeon. Faux candle chandeliers hung overhead and leering gargoyles were perched in the corners and on shelves along the wall. Centered on the far wall was a Katherine wheel, a round wheel with leather restraints that enabled the Master to strap his willing slave into the contraption and be turned every which way including on their head.

  Elle wrinkled her nose. Being on her head wasn’t her cup of tea.

  Next was a row of cages of varying sizes. Several were dog style in which the slave would have to crouch in order to fit comfortably. One cage was tall enough that she would be able to stand upright. At Blue’s questioning glance, she shook her head and moved on.

  Next was a spanking bench. It resembled a sawhorse with braces on the legs for extra stability. The center bar was heavily padded and there were two additional bars added, one on each side, to rest one’s bent knees upon.

  “This is a definite possibility.” She drew her hand over the soft, supple leather as she moved on.

  A horizontal rack was arranged on the far wall and it could merit a test run. Roughly the size of a twin bed, instead of a mattress it boasted a series of ropes that were entwined to create a webbed surface to which she could be bound. Interesting but nothing unusual that couldn’t be accomplished in the privacy of Blue’s suite.

  Along the wall was a series of pegs from which hung a wide variety of restraint devices. Chains, leather belts, hoods, blindfolds and various sets of paddles, whips and other party favors occupied the hooks. Elle trailed her fingers over a purple suede flogger.

  “This might be interesting,” she said

  “Indeed.” Blue picked up the item and hit it against his arm. “I have to agree with you.”

  In the far corner of the dungeon, Elle found the one item that made her little heart flutter and her vagina flood with heat.

  A swing.

  Suspended from the ceiling was a thick chain with a chrome horizontal crosspiece. From the X hung four chains and in the center was a leather sling. Elle licked her lips as her gaze slid over the supple leather device. She’d never tried out a swing but she’d heard they were the ultimate submissive experience, especially if a blindfold was used. Loss of spatial reference was a particularly powerful experience in the B&D world and she couldn’t wait to experience it for herself.

  “You like this, don’t you, Scarlet?” Blue’s hands landed on her shoulders and he gave her a quick squeeze.

  She licked her lips. “Yes, Master. Very much.”

  “So you’d like to play in the swing?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “The swing it is then.” Blue kissed her shoulder then moved away. “You may remove your clothing while I gather a few toys.”

  She made quick work of removing her clothing, her fingers thick and uncoordinated in her haste. She’d stepped out of one shoe when Blue’s voice sounded from somewhere behind her.

  “You’ll keep the shoes and stockings on, Scarlet. I like them.”

  Elle smiled and put the shoe back on. If he liked them she’d wear them all the time. She had all different colors—

  He’s not yours to keep.

  Her shoulders slumped. In a few hours she’d be out of his life forever. New Orleans was calling and she couldn’t turn back now, not when she was on the precipice of realizing a lifelong dream.

  “You look serious, Scarlet.” Blue stood close behind her and she could feel the warmth of his big body. “Have you changed your mind?”

  Elle turned and forced a bright smile. “Not on your life, Master.”

  “Good.” He held up a black silk blindfold and her vagina heated. “We’ll start with this.”

  He tied the silk scarf over her eyes. Once again her senses kicked into overdrive and her skin felt warmer and more sensitive. Her nipples hardened. He took her arm and led her toward the swing.

  “You’re very beautiful, Scarlet.” His fingers latched onto her wrist and she felt the smooth slide of leather against her skin. It felt like a cuff restraint. “I’ll bet hundreds of men have told you this.”

  “Not hardly,” she chuckled. “I’m afraid I really don’t get out as much as you seem to think I do.”

  “Are the men you associate with blind?” He placed another restraint on her opposite wrist.

  “I don’t think so. They just see me as me. Nothing special.” Elle felt the brush of leather against her buttocks as he guided her closer to the swing.

  “Then they are fools.”

  Blue raised her arms and she heard the slide of metal as he attached her left arm to a chain before he secured the right. With her arms suspended from the cuffs and chains, he helped her up into the sling. The leather was cool and erotic against her back and buttocks. As he worked to restrain her ankles, the swing swayed with his movements.

  This was going to be too much fun.

  When she was fully restrained, Blue’s hands slid up her thighs stopping just before reaching her pussy. He gave a low whistle.

  “Miss Scarlet, you are a sight, that’s for sure.” He gave the swing a gentle push. “Are you comfortable?”

  Elle wriggled her arms and legs. It was surprisingly comfortable. The sling held her body weight while her arms and legs were afforded some room to move, just not too much. A delicious thrill of fear and excitement swamped her. She was well and truly bound, unable to escape whatever devious fates Blue had in store for her.

  “Yes, Master.”

  “One feature this swing has that most others don’t is a motor. Peter had a
motor installed in the ceiling so that it can be raised and lowered at will.” He chuckled. “This will come in handy, later.”

  She shivered at the dark promise in his words and the swing began to move back and forth.

  “Miss Scarlet, you’re all dressed up and now it’s up to me to figure out what to do with you.” He gave her pussy a quick pet before the swing forced her away. “What do you want from me, Miss Scarlet?”

  Elle ground her teeth together. She was so hot and bothered now all she could think about was a quick orgasm. She didn’t know how much longer she’d be able to wait.

  “Make me come, Master.” Her voice was soft, breathless.

  “Already? You’re very responsive to me, Scarlet.”

  Elle squirmed against the leather when she felt Blue catch the swing and slow its movement. Ken had used her rampant sexuality against her time and time again. Would Blue do the same?

  “I really enjoy that facet of your nature,” he said.

  A soft whirring noise sounded and the swing began to move, though whether it moved up or down, Elle had no idea. The unexpected touch of his tongue against her clit caused her to scream. Her back arched as his mouth closed over her wet sex, his tongue sweeping deep into her folds to search out her dark secrets. She gasped and moaned, her body jerking uncontrollably against his mouth. The swing swayed with her movements but he kept with her by gripping her thighs, not breaking that magical touch.

  Elle wrapped her hands around the chains that bound her arms, desperate for something to cling to. His mouth closed on her clit and her body went into orbit. Behind the blindfold the darkness was complete with the exception of the bolts of fire that bloomed before her eyes. She lost all sense of direction as his mouth plundered her exposed sex. His fingers stroked her soaked vagina while his tongue continued its dark dance. With a scream she came against his mouth, the chains bit into her palms and she took her exquisite release.

  The soft whirring sound roused her enough to open her eyes. Not that it helped, the blindfold was still in place. In that moment Elle was very aware of two things—she was still very much at his mercy and two, he hadn’t fucked her yet.