Submissive Seductions

by Christine d'Abo

  The long leather tendrils of a flogger tickled my shoulder and spilled down the front of my chest. The gentle caress was in stark contrast to the throb of my nipples and the burning of my ass.

  “I think you’ll like this.” Master Gareth ran the flogger along the back of my shoulder blades. The leather was soft and pulled up another riot of goose bumps from my skin. I felt like every inch of me was on fire and there was nothing that would soothe the burn. “It’s not going to be exactly what you’re expecting, though.”

  At this stage I couldn’t think further than the next sensation. It was becoming increasingly difficult to form thoughts, and talking was apparently something I wasn’t really able to do anymore. I knew I had to keep my head. It would be too easy to slip along on this strange haze of pleasure and pain that ebbed and flowed within me now.

  Master Gareth started easy with the flogger. The steady back and forth, the leather slapping at about my shoulder blade to trickle down diagonally to my hip, took away my ability to think completely. It was soothing, like a really awesome massage or thorough backrub. The world slipped away at that point. I wasn’t conscious of the club, Connie and what she was doing, the extra ten pounds I’d been carrying around for a while now. Everything faded away.

  It was just me and Master Gareth. He was leading me down a path and I was more than happy to follow.

  CHAPTER 4

  The slap of leather tendrils against my skin had changed. They were connecting harder and faster than before, but he’d increased the intensity so slowly I hadn’t noticed. I’m not even certain he realized he’d changed what he’d been doing. Now instead of the lulling caress, the leather nipped at me, prickling the skin like pins and needles.

  Time no longer held any meaning. If you’d asked me how long I’d been like this, trussed up and begging, I wouldn’t have been able to even guess. But the pain in my arms was starting to move from being a turn-on to downright painful. It wouldn’t have stopped me from wanting to stretch out and beg him to fuck me, but it might have made things challenging.

  Please God, let him fuck me soon.

  The tempo of the flogging changed again. He must have realized I’d started thinking again and wanted to jerk me back to what was important. It amazed me how he was able to do that, be so in tune with me and my thoughts—probably more so than I was even aware. Master Gareth increased the intensity once more. Each blow sent me jerking forward, pulling on my shoulders. God, that was really starting to hurt now. But I didn’t want to stop him. Not before I got everything I’d wanted from tonight. Everything I needed.

  Everything I might be too scared to ask for again.

  I would have said something, yellow maybe to give myself a break, when Master Gareth suddenly stopped and tossed the flogger to the floor. He moved to stand in front of me, ducking at an awkward angle so he could get his head beneath my outstretched arms.

  I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. I couldn’t even moan when he cupped my cheek once more and rubbed his thumb across the sensitive skin below my eye. My body didn’t know how to register the gentleness in his touch. I wasn’t so much numb to it, but it took me awhile to realize what the feeling was.

  “You need to stop?”

  Licking my lips, I managed to whisper a soft, “No.”

  “You’re crying, Liz. Is the pain too much? I need you to tell me.”

  Crying? I wasn’t, was I? “No, Sir.”

  Master Gareth frowned. I didn’t like to see him looking like that, concerned for me, and know that it was my fault. There was something about him . . . it was wrong to see him so worried when he was taking such good care of me. I wanted to make him happy. Needed to thank him for everything he’d done for me so far. Right then, he was the most important man in the world.

  And where the hell was that coming from?

  “Please, Sir. I-I need to. I mean, I want to—”

  He moved his hand from my cheek and slid it down the side of my throat. He pressed against my windpipe in the same fashion he’d done when we’d first started. This time, I saw black spots within seconds and my head swam. I could still breathe, but only shallowly.

  Surprisingly, I wasn’t worried at all about my safety. Connie had vouched for him and I’d learned a surprising amount about him in the short time we’d been together in here. He’d taken the time to stop and check, make sure I was okay and that everything wasn’t becoming too much. Those weren’t the actions of a man who’d intentionally hurt a woman.

  It gave me the freedom to close my eyes and focus my concentration on how fast my heart was pounding, how the moment his hand released the pressure on my throat I sucked in a deep breath and was rewarded with a rush of adrenaline through my body.

  Master Gareth’s hand continued its journey down my body, pausing to offer homage to the clamps that still adorned my nipples. Tugging lightly on the chain, his gaze shifted from one red tip to the other. He brushed his thumb across the end, but I couldn’t feel the touch.

  “Time to take these off.” He moved his head so his mouth was only an inch away, his hot breath rolling over my sweat-covered skin. “This is going to hurt.”

  Given everything else he’d done to me tonight, I really wasn’t expecting the pain to be anything I couldn’t handle.

  What a fucking idiot I was.

  The second he released the clamp and the blood rushed back to where it was supposed to be, pain lanced through my breast and into my chest. It was near blinding to me in intensity until the heat from his mouth covered the abused tip.

  The flicking of his tongue across my nipple wasn’t enough to begin with. I was numb to the pleasure for a few moments until the sensitivity of the skin changed and I could once more register the amazing pressure of him suckling me. I leaned forward as far as I could, wanting to shove as much of my breast into his mouth as possible. I managed only a few inches when his strong arm came around my waist and held me still.

  No, no, no, no, I needed more.

  I was a little better prepared for the removal of the second clamp, but only just. Again, I waited for the comfort his mouth brought me, moaning and begging him to bring an end to my suffering. The grip around my waist tightened and I could feel his fingers fan out to cover most of my lower back.

  That touch, those few points of contact, grounded me back to earth. In my head, I imagined my skin was stretched to the point of splitting. Something new and wonderful would burst through and Liz wouldn’t exist. I’d be a new, amazing creature, one worthy of being with Master Gareth.

  Like the crying, I honestly wasn’t even aware of my pleas until he lifted his head and pressed a kiss to the center of my forehead. “Shh, it’s all going to be fine, Liz.”

  I sniffed. I didn’t want to think about the state of my face. “Please.” I no longer knew what I was asking for.

  “You’ve been a good girl. Listening to everything I’ve asked you to do. You’ve done much better than the few first-timers I’ve been with.” He slid his hand around and cupped the back of my neck. “Hell, you’ve done better than some of the more experienced subs I’ve played with.”

  It was then that it hit me. I know it’s a cliché to say, but it really did feel like an electric current raced through my body as the thought flashed through my mind.

  I wasn’t going to be able to do this with anyone else.

  Why I thought that, I wasn’t certain. I’d just met the man. It certainly wasn’t love that I was feeling. This was something else, and for the life of me I couldn’t put my finger on what it was. But I knew as certain as my name was Liz Marie Coghlan that I wouldn’t be able to accept anyone but Master Gareth as a Dom.

  “Do you want to come?”

  My head fell forward and my eyes widened. “Sir?”

  “Do. You. Want. To. Come?” Each word was punctuated with a small bite across my breast. “You can, if you want. But you need to do something first. A test, if you will.”

  Tests? Now? I could barely think, let a
lone do basic math. “If I have to, Sir.”

  “I’m going to take your hands down first. I want you on your knees.”

  Those few words were magic to my ears, though on your knees trumped take your hands down, surprising given how much they hurt. Unfortunately, that gave my brain enough room to kick in. I couldn’t take in much air and the pleasant dizziness of my head was quickly becoming something more alarming.

  “My arms . . . fast, Sir.” I sucked in a breath. “Getting hard to breathe.”

  I can honestly say that I haven’t seen someone move that quickly before. It took only one sharp yank and Master Gareth had the rope free from the hook on the wall. But instead of letting my arms fall down, he draped them over his shoulder while he helped me to the floor. Apparently, my legs were no longer working either. Strange, given I’d been standing fine up to then.

  He carefully supported the weight of my arms, shifting me around once I was down so my hands were now resting in my lap. When he started massaging my shoulders with his free hand, I groaned.

  Christ, that felt good.

  Despite the physical exertion I’d been put through over the past . . . God only knew how long, I didn’t feel the least bit sleepy. I was well aware of the throbbing of my cunt and the need to have something, anything shoved into it. Before I realized what I was doing, I started to squirm. The press of my super-charged clit between my thighs was nearly enough to set me off.

  “Don’t you dare.”

  He said the words softly, but there was no mistaking the steel behind them. With a slight shift, he moved my thighs apart, removing both the sensation and the temptation of being able to grind myself into blissful orgasm.

  “And don’t pout.”

  “I never pout. Sir.”

  Master Gareth chuckled once more. Yup, I really loved the sound of that. “Next time I’ll have to take a picture. If that’s not a pout, then I need a new definition.” He flicked my bottom lip with his finger for good measure.

  “Are you ready for my little test, Liz?”

  No. “Yes, Sir.”

  He got to his feet and took a few steps back. The change in angle forced me to look up at him. It was the first time I’d been able to see all of him since he’d walked over to me with the clamps dangling from his fingertip.

  His T-shirt now held dark patches of sweat, making the cotton cling to him even tighter than before. I’d never stopped to consider how difficult it would have been for him to wield the paddle and flogger. God, I wasn’t even certain how long he’d been going at it.

  The next thing my gaze landed on was the very impressive bulge pressing against the front of his leather pants. Damned impressive.

  “Liz, look at me.”

  I cocked an eyebrow. “I am, Sir.”

  “My eyes, if you please.”

  Oh, oops. When I finally looked into those rich brown eyes, I saw that he was laughing at me again. There was even an accompanying twitch of his lips.

  “What was the first rule?”

  “To always call you Sir, Sir.”

  The response had been so automatic I hadn’t even thought about it. Knowing that I’d made it a part of me already was thrilling.

  Master Gareth approved, too, if his growing smirk was anything to go by. “And the second?”

  “I need to say yellow to slow you down and red to stop you. You also said that begging wouldn’t get me what I wanted, but I’m willing to try now, Sir. Please, Master Gareth, I-I-I need.” Shit. I closed my eyes, took a breath, and forced my concentration. “I need to taste you. P-p-please c-can I suck you, Sir? Please, please.”

  “This isn’t supposed to be about sex.” His frown deepened as he laced his hands behind his back. For a moment, images of military officers and errant enlisted women popped into my brain. “You bought my services as a Dom.”

  “Please.” Now I knew I was crying. “I know it’s not, Sir. I know. But I wanted to thank you for, for everything.”

  The words dried up then. I knew if he wasn’t going to grant me this favor, there’d be nothing I could do to change his mind. He wasn’t a prostitute and I certainly wasn’t a whore. I wouldn’t force him, even if I could. The trust I’d shown him had to go both ways. If he didn’t want me . . .

  I don’t know what I’d do.

  “Liz.” He turned his head and licked his lips. “Shit.”

  I didn’t move. We were both walking on the edge of something very sharp. One misstep and not only would we fall, we’d be shredded as we went down.

  “Liz.” He tried again. Some of the confidence had come back into his voice. “These scenes can be very intense. Your first time, in many ways, is like being a virgin all over again. It will set the stage for all of your other encounters. I don’t want you feeling that sex has to be the culminating event. There are other options.”

  God, even self-confident men could be stupid at times. “I know that, Sir.”

  For a moment I thought he would give in.

  “Lay back on the floor. Spread your legs wide.”

  I moved quickly, ignoring the way every nerve in my body seemed to quiver. I knew my inner thighs were glistening with my juices. I didn’t think I could ever remember being this turned on.

  “Wider, Liz.”

  The stretch in my muscles felt good, especially after having been on my feet in these awful heels for so long. Even better was Master Gareth’s hands on my foot, rubbing small circles along the top.

  “Next part of the test, Liz. Don’t move.”

  I closed my eyes, mostly because it gave me deeper enjoyment of the feeling of his fingers against my skin. My nipples throbbed in contrast to the butterfly touches and soft scrapes of his nails across my toes.

  He slowly made a path up my body. The longer he took the harder it was to hold my body in check. I needed to move, to squirm, wiggle my way closer to his fingers, his hands, him.

  It felt as if every cell in my body was vibrating, trying to explode or implode, or something. The pleasure his fingers elicited became like metal in my blood, scraping along the inside of my skin, following his touch.

  “God, you’re so wet.” Master Gareth slid the palm of his hand along the inside of my thigh. “I bet I could make you come just by talking to you.”

  Normally I’d have a smart-ass remark for him, but my brain had gone on vacation with no sign of its return. My body had been reduced to a quivering mess beneath his touch.

  “I . . . God, Liz.”

  Opening my eyes, I moaned at the sight of him. Master Gareth had pulled his T-shirt off, leaving himself beautifully bare-chested. His skin had a light dusting of dark hair that curled around his nipples and led down to his crotch. I would have given anything in that moment for him to strip off the rest of his clothing. I wanted to feel the press of his body hard against mine while he fucked me here on the floor.

  I bit down on my bottom lip, using the pain to focus my mind. “Please.”

  What I wasn’t expecting was the slight shake of his head and for him to run his hand down his face. “Shit.”

  “Please.” Oh, God, don’t leave me like this, not when I’m finally so close to what I need.

  There was something else going on with him, even in my lust-addled state I could tell. I knew he wanted nothing more than to fuck me, the hard outline of his cock told me that much.

  “Master Gareth?”

  I’m not sure what decision he’d come to, but he cut the air with his hand. “Close your eyes. I told you not to move.”

  He didn’t give me much time to react before he maneuvered his way between my thighs, lifting my legs to drape over his shoulders. I registered his hot breath on my pussy half a second before his tongue lapped at my clit.

  I screamed.

  The touch was so gentle and yet he could have hooked me up to an electric motor for all the power that was in that soft slide of wet flesh on flesh. The throbbing in my nipples intensified as the blood raced even faster through me.

  Two fin
gers pushed into my cunt, spreading me open as he began to pump his hand in time with his licks. The tips of his fingers pressed against the top of my pussy, dragging another moan from me. Then he switched the slow, easy rhythm into something harder, faster.

  Master Gareth latched on to my clit with a suction that rivaled anything I’d ever felt before. As he fucked me with his fingers, he dipped his free hand down to play with my asshole. Oh, Christ, I’d never let anyone touch me there before.

  He didn’t wait or ask permission. Using the copious amounts of my juices, he slicked up his other fingers and pressed one into my ass.

  God, I’d never felt so full. So possessed. So utterly owned.

  All thoughts of orders, rules, and tests evaporated then. My hands flew to his head and I squeezed his hair. I was so damn close to release, to finally getting what I needed, I would never let him—

  Master Gareth sucked hard and pressed his fingers in deep simultaneously, and that was it for me.

  My orgasm was like a brush fire, igniting every nerve in my body like a cascade. Every muscle tensed until my back arched off the floor and I pressed my hands hard against his head. He groaned and doubled his efforts on my clit, sucking and teasing until my body had nothing left to give.

  I’m pretty sure I passed out then, because the next thing I remember was turning my head to the side and burying my nose in Master Gareth’s T-shirt. I’m not sure when he’d put it under my head, but the thin cushion was a welcome relief from the cold.

  “You with me again?”

  I had enough energy in me to lift my head off the floor and see him sitting on the chair where we’d started our evening’s adventure. I flopped back to my makeshift pillow, unfortunately connecting a bit too hard, and sent my vision swimming.

  “I think so.”

  “Here, drink this.” He was crouched down beside me in a moment, a sports drink held between us. “You’ll want to have Connie or someone drive you home. You’ll find your reactions might be a bit slow until you get a good night’s sleep.”

  Now, I may have just had the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life and my brain was still a bit scrambled, but I could tell there was something not quite right.