Does it matter? Isn’t Dan’s pleasure in controlling me also my pleasure?
She breathed deep in an attempt to steady her jumping nerves. When would he approach her? Speak? She sighed, clamping her lips together to stop herself from telling him to hurry up. He’d get a kick out of her impatience—she knew that from her own satisfaction when he’d begged her last night.
His footsteps changed, the sound of them nearing the side of the bed, and she lifted her eyes slightly to see him standing to her left. He held a red-patterned silk scarf—so that’s what he bought in the clothes shop!—and caressed it with his fingers.
“Kat, stop cheating. Close your eyes.”
She obeyed, refusing to allow the smile tugging at her lips to spread.
The scarf whispered across her face and Dan positioned it over her eyes, holding up her head to tuck it beneath. He tied it at her temple, his thoughtfulness at her being uncomfortable if he secured it at the back touching her deeply. The darkness of the fabric against her eyelids shut out the light and she found herself shivering with pleasure at being unable to see. Her hearing was heightened now her sight had been removed, and the rustle of another package—the one he’d got at the hardware store?— had her tensing, nerves zinging with exhilaration.
Something coarse slid over her belly, definitely a rope, and she released a low moan. Dan placed one of her hands above her head, securing her to the headboard by the wrist, the rope loose enough that she could pull herself free if she chose. He repeated his action with her other wrist and she automatically widened her legs. Despite the knowledge of what he would do next, when he tied her ankles to the footboard a stab of desire flickered in her cunt and her juices seeped. She gasped, so exposed, so vulnerable, yet feeling so sexy.
Kat tested the bonds, liking the way the hemp rasped over her skin, loving being bound. It surprised her and she thought about how this new experience changed everything. So many new avenues to explore lay ahead and she opened her mouth to ask Dan how he felt but closed it again. He’d told her not to speak.
Softness skated over her breasts, feathers she was sure, and trailed down her belly to tickle the sensitive areas on her inner thighs. She squirmed, lifting her hips to gain more pressure, but Dan took the pleasure away. Grinding her teeth, she resisted the need to cry out, to let him know he frustrated yet pleased her at the same time. The touch came again, visiting every part of exposed skin, springing goose bumps and bringing shivers of desire. Her slit ached, clit throbbing with her need to be touched, and she went to fondle herself, forgetting her hands were tied. She clenched her cunt rhythmically to imitate his cock inside her, yearning for him to fill her eclipsing every other thought.
Dan drew the feather down her legs and away, leaving her wanting more contact, more of his ministrations. He paced again and she whimpered.
“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” he asked.
Kat nodded, his words so deliciously naughty and unlike what she knew of him they sent a thrill through her body. God, she wanted to touch herself, have him touch her, rove his hands all over her body, fingers probing her cunt, stroking her clit. Tongue licking, tasting, bringing her to orgasm.
Fuck me. Fuck me now.
“There’s something I have to do first. Something you like,” he said.
Do it. Whatever it is, do it.
“Something that you’ve longed for but never got. Something that will bring pain but ultimately pleasure. Are you ready?”
Fuck, yes.
His open palm slapping her outer thigh tugged a gasp from her and she bucked in shocked surprise. He struck her again, same place, same strength, and the burn on her skin throbbed along with her pulsating clit. Her nipples hardened. She needed his tongue swirling over them, his teeth nipping, pulling, his hand smacking her skin at the same time, but she couldn’t utter a word. Her mind spun and her breathing quickened. Dan slapped her—one, two, three more times—and she cried out, the combined sensations of her stinging thigh, taut nipples and throbbing cunt too much to bear.
Suck my nipples. Please, suck and slap and touch and tease and fuck…
The bed dipped and Dan settled between her legs, his body heat warming her inner thighs. His breathing filled her ears and the scent of him swam all around her. She tugged at the wrist restraints, the need to touch him fierce, and contemplated slipping her hands from the loops and drawing him down to cover her body.
One finger entered her and she gasped. He withdrew and circled her clit, fingertip gliding over the throbbing nub, her folds wet and ready for his cock. She tilted her hips, pushing her cunt closer, needing him to rub harder, faster. A finger and thumb tweaked at one nipple, the contact taking her by surprise. She arched her back and bit her lip, the combined touches bringing on the burn of an orgasm. Dan pulled her nipple in a succession of tugs that made her ache for him to do the same to the other—or free her hand so she could do it herself. The temptation prodded, insistent, and she drew in a sharp breath to push it away. It remained, a whispering voice that wouldn’t stop, and she released a snarl at the same time as one wrist, fondling her other nipple with the same strokes as Dan.
He hissed between his teeth and upped the pace on her clit. She imagined him watching her, aroused by her lack of restraint, by the knowledge that what he was doing proved too much for her to remain fully bound. The heat of his gaze roamed over her—she could feel it on her blindfolded eyes, her sweat-slicked skin, her seeping cunt—and her clit burned. Bliss surged, radiating throughout her folds, a great wave of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her. She concentrated to hold off but it had gone too far and she pinched her nipple harder, bucking her abdomen. Dan quickened his pace on her clit and she came, shuddering, crying out at the intensity. He replaced his fingers on her nipple with his mouth, sucking hard, pulling up, tongue strumming the rigidity. Spikes of pleasure-pain jabbed her breasts and she mimicked his tugs on her other nipple, the surge of desire sweeping down to join that in her cunt.
The fierce urge to have him inside her grew wings, flying through her, nudging her to open her mouth and beg for his cock. She clamped her mouth shut, unwilling to show him just how much he affected her, just how much she couldn’t stick to the rules. Her pleasure tapered off, but her clit still throbbed with the promise of more to come. Another orgasm brewed and she needed his cock in her cunt now, his width stretching her walls, his thick thatch of pubic hair grinding against her clit. Her thoughts brought on a fresh gush of juices and the irresistible need to act out her desires.
She slid her bound wrist from the rope and snatched off the blindfold, staring at him defiantly, a tiny seed of failure sprouting in her mind. The need for a good fucking eclipsed it and she reached up with one hand, cupping his neck to draw his mouth to hers. He didn’t resist, lowering with a hunger that seemed to match hers. She kissed him, long and deep and wet, twirling her tongue around his. A groan sounded in his throat and he pulled away, kneeling to roll on a condom, his reluctance for his mouth to leave hers evidenced by his expression of longing.
Kat freed her ankles and watched his strong fingers working the rubber down his length, her breath puffing out in stuttered gasps. Impatient, she cupped her breasts and pushed them together, flicking her thumbs over her aching nipples. Dan looked up, his cheeks flushed, his lips plump from their kiss, and Kat could wait no longer. With Dan still kneeling, she clasped his shoulders, pushing down on them so his arse settled between his feet. Kneeling herself, she straddled him and sank down on his cock, her hands in his hair. She moaned at him filling her and started a fast pace, frantic to reach another powerful orgasm. His mouth sought out one nipple and sucked it deep, tongue swirling around it. Kat drew his head away, riding him hard, joining her lips to his for a soul-searing kiss. She guided his hands to her breasts, trusting him to pinch and pull and fondle, then ran her hands up and down his back, feeling the muscles working beneath his skin.
Kat trailed her lips from his and licked his neck, his earlobe, his j
awline. She quickened her pace, rising fast and slamming down hard, and Dan released her breasts, sliding his hands to cup her arse. She pressed her chest to his, her thrusts creating friction on her nipples, and grazed her teeth over his collarbone. Dan slapped both her arse cheeks and her head shot up. She stared at him, willing him to repeat the action, to slap harder until it stung so much she begged for him to stop. He smacked several times, the burn growing hotter with each contact, the thrill of it unleashing a rush of pleasure in her cunt.
“Oh, God! Fuck, I’m coming…” Dan’s eyes rolled and he slapped her again.
His cock pulsing broke down her weak defences and she let the riptide of ecstasy roll over her. She strove for the ultimate orgasm, rewarded by a forceful, raging power. Head falling back, she fucked him faster, gripping his shoulders, nails biting into his flesh. Dan grunted, a sharp “Ah!” leaving him before his palm met her arse again. Kat screamed out her pleasure, her head lightening, and she closed her eyes to steady her equilibrium.
Dan shuddered, rising hips shoving his cock farther inside her. “Fuck, Kat. Fuck!”
Kat slowed to a stop with Dan’s hands smoothing the slap sites. She lowered her head. Out of breath, she whispered, “Goddamn, I love you!”
Chapter Five
The rest of the night passed with sweet lovemaking, Kat’s need for fast and frantic mellowing into slow and sensual. The emotions between them were like a tangible thing, wrapping around them, cocooning, wonderful, safe. Several times Kat stopped herself from crying. The strength of her feelings was awe-inspiring, taking her to a place of security she’d never been before. She mused on how right for her Dan was, this man she’d wanted for so long, finally here in her arms. So recently she’d felt alone, yet now the path seemed clear of obstacles, their future bright and happy so long as they remained together.
She lay in the crook of his arm and listened to his steady breathing. Dan had fallen asleep in the middle of telling her she was his beautiful woman now, that no one could take her away from him. Wide awake, she eased out of bed, reluctant to leave his side but at the same time too alert to remain next to him. Padding down the stairs, she went into the kitchen and made an instant coffee, moving into the living room to stand at the window and stare towards her hotel.
It stood lit by floodlights, the Tudor façade easily seen—black wooden strips against white paint—and she sighed, her thoughts going back to her first morning in this town. Had it really only been such a short time ago? It felt like they had been here for days. She’d wished back then that she could stand on this mountainside and look at her hotel, and here she was, as though her dreams had just been waiting to be fulfilled.
Her gaze took in the town and then settled on the yellow rosebush in the small garden. She walked to the door and, despite the chill, left the cabin door ajar and stepped outside. The rosebush brought a lump to her throat, but she strode across the grass and hunkered down to inhale the sweet aroma. Snapping a stem, she took the bloom inside and locked the door.
She looked around the darkened living room. A computer desk stood in the corner and she settled herself on the chair in front, resting the rose on the desk. Logging on to the Internet, she scoured addresses for a place she wanted to take Dan, one where his control would be tested. She’d heard of establishments where you could hire a room and act out your fantasies, but the reality of actually going to one had never presented itself until now. Until she’d discovered Dan’s needs mirrored hers.
Will he be up for it? Or will he find it too…out there?
Kat bit her lip. It was one thing to explore their desires in a hotel or holiday cabin, but in a dungeon? Could she even go through with it? She didn’t know, but it would be damn exciting to try. Glancing at the monitor clock, she decided to book a room, and if Dan wasn’t excited by the prospect she could always cancel. She rose and found her bag beside the sofa, rifling inside for her credit card. She selected a place in the next town over and made the necessary arrangements. Email account checked for confirmation, she sat and stared at the screen, questioning her decision. Her penchant for kink had always been there but had remained behind a locked door, Kat unable to relax with any previous boyfriends enough to express her needs. Dan had found the key, and the door swung wide, opening up so many possibilities that her head spun. She closed down the computer, left the desk and stood still, wondering whether she ought to go back to bed and at least try to get some sleep.
A shock of light from the kitchen doorway spilled across the floor, highlighting several rose petals from yesterday. She sat on the sofa and picked one up, lifting it to brush it across her mouth. The softness reminded her of Dan’s lips and she suddenly felt too alone without him, a hollow feeling at them being separated spreading in her belly. Quickly, she returned to bed, snuggling beside him, arm draped across his middle, one leg covering both of his. How easily they had slipped into this relationship. And how easily he had slipped beneath her skin and found that special place in her heart.
She closed her eyes, sleep tugging at her without warning, and she gave in, letting the sandman take her away.
*****
It seemed only moments had passed when Kat stirred to sounds of pots being banged and the smell of cooking bacon. She opened her eyes and sat up, seeing the space beside her empty. The clock read midday and she gasped, jumping out of bed and streaking downstairs, guilt that she had slept in prodding her.
Dan stood in the kitchen, nude as the day he was born, his back to her. She admired his body, the way his muscles glided beneath his skin as he cooked.
“You might want to be careful of spitting fat from that pan,” she said, moving up behind him. She hugged him around the waist and rested her cheek to his back. His laugh rumbled through him and she stepped to his side to watch his reaction to her next question. “Do you like surprises?”
“It depends what it is.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Afternoon, by the way.”
Kat smiled and steeled herself for what she would say next. “Um, surprises of a sexual nature.”
Dan stopped splashing oil over two eggs and looked at her. “Those kind of surprises I don’t mind.”
“Hmmm.” Kat leaned her arse against a cupboard. “But what if the surprise I have in mind is possibly considered unconventional?”
“As in…?” He lifted the eggs out and slid them onto a plate.
“As in, I’ve got a surprise in mind to do with me dominating you, and I wondered if that would bother you.”
“Fuck, no!” Dan broke two more eggs into the pan.
“And the location? Would it bother you if it wasn’t here or at my hotel?” She bit her lower lip, her stomach muscles bunching in her anticipation of his answer.
“Um…” He looked up in thought. “No, not really. I mean, outside within view of others isn’t my kind of thing but—”
“So a room would be okay, right?”
“Yes. Why?”
“You’d better hurry with that breakfast. We have somewhere we need to be.”
*****
A bus similar to the silver beast that had brought her to the mountain trail lurched up to the kerb, its destination scribbled in black on a square of cardboard prominent in the front window. Dan gave Kat a sidelong glance and she held in laughter, the subterfuge of her mission exciting and deliciously naughty. Although the experience would be new to her, she had no qualms about being able to pull it off now. With her dominant mood today, she’d bring Dan to his knees and he’d beg her to give him release. He opened his mouth, probably to ask where they were going, but Kat hushed him and nodded for him to board the bus. He did so and she appraised his arse, the curve of the cheeks tantalising in his blue jeans. She itched to pinch them, but the people in the line behind might not find her gesture amusing. Elderly people tsked or sucked hard-boiled sweets, moaning that the bus was late and Kat and Dan were holding them up.
Unwilling to let anyone spoil the day, Kat followed Dan down the aisle and sat beside
him near the back. He seemed a little uncomfortable, and Kat wondered if going by bus wasn’t his usual thing. She leaned against him and held his hand with both of hers, a sense of well-being infusing her. Everything was all right in her world, and their antics in the dungeon would be the icing on the cake of her beautiful life.
The bus pulled away from the kerb like a slug, joining traffic on the main road out of town. Kat looked at Dan, who stared out of the window at the passing scenery, a smile lifting his lips and one eyebrow arched.
“Where are we going?” He turned to face her, head tilted as though he was trying to read her mind.
“Just someplace I thought you might like.”
“And that would be…?”
“Just someplace.”
He narrowed his eyes and chuckled, trailing his fingers through her hair. “You infuriate me when you do this. Like that time at work when you told me you’d had some great news yet refused to share it until I begged.”
She smiled, stomach flipping over, and nudged him in the ribs. “The same applies here.”
He sighed as if pained and rolled his eyes. “Whatever you say. Have it your way. This had better be worth all the suspense.”
“Oh, I think it will be. You wait and see.”
She eyed the expanse of countryside and the backdrop of mountains through the window, indicating that part of their conversation was over. Although she was sure he’d like where they were headed, a nugget of doubt wiggled inside her.
God, I hope I haven’t misjudged him.
She studied his profile, taking in the swell of his cheekbone and the dimple beside his mouth. Shifting closer, she kissed it and breathed in his scent, the splash of cologne he’d applied after their shared shower earlier filling her nostrils. It brought to mind the times she’d spent in his company on their lunch breaks, the scent swirling around her, enticing her. And it had remained with her long after the workday ended—she could recall it at will on lonely nights, the memory a comfort on solitary evenings.
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