by Carson, Tori
As breakfast progressed, she grew more and more comfortable with the sensations and naughty factor of sitting in public wearing rope underwear. Every time she shifted positions, she received an instant reminder of what was hidden beneath her sundress. By the end of the meal, she was squirming on purpose just to feel the gentle rub and tug.
“Are you enjoying yourself, Laura?” Nick asked with a delicious, knowing smirk.
“Yes, Nick, I am,” she proudly announced.
“We’d better head up to the room. I plan to take you several times and we don’t want to be late for our tee time.”
“I like the way you think, Sir.” After he signed for the check, she took his arm. They used a much faster pace going back to the room. Once inside the hotel, Nick steered them to the elevator.
He whispered in her ear, “I don’t want to risk you getting sore. The ropes tug more going upstairs than down.”
A part of her brain wondered how he would know that, but she couldn’t focus too deeply on any one thought when her body was humming. Once the elevator doors opened, they again walked briskly to their suite. Sprinting wouldn’t have been fast enough. If she didn’t get relief soon, spontaneous combustion was entirely possible.
“Take off your dress and bra, Laura, then present for your Master.” He left her standing by the double doors.
In theory, she knew what he meant. She’d read enough stories describing a submissive presenting to her Dom to know what was expected. Knowing and doing were not the same things, though. She quickly removed her clothing and spent several worrisome minutes fussing with her position. Different books described it different ways. Some had palms up, others had palms down. She knew she was supposed to keep her eyes cast downward.
What she didn’t know was how hard that would be. At first she could hear Nick moving about in the bedroom. Once the sounds quieted it was damn near impossible not to look up.
Laura couldn’t keep her breathing under control. When Nick came into view wearing leather pants and boots, her pussy clenched. He looked so hot, just like the Doms on the covers of the books she’d read. She might not survive this weekend, but she’d die happy and sated.
Her husband of twenty plus years slowly walked around her. Honestly, she’d never felt sexier. Her heart pounded in her chest as she waited for him to say something.
As he reached out and petted her hair, she noticed his hand trembled slightly. “Very nice, Angel. You did well.”
His hand moved to her shoulder and she jumped. Damn it. She wanted to appear calm, serene.
“You’re doing fine.” His hand slid down to her breast, rolled and pinched her nipple. She let her head tip backward, but kept her eyes shut, hoping that was acceptable. Tipping her head forward would give her a double chin.
Heaven help her. She was on her knees, legs spread wide, breasts thrust forward completely exposed and she was worried about which way to lean her head! Her chuckle sounded more like a moan.
Her hips rocked back and forth in conjunction with the squeezing of her breasts. “When you present for me, I want your hands behind your back in a box position. Your hands should grasp the opposite forearm. You may keep your eyes on the floor or closed, I will allow you to choose. While presenting, you will not speak unless responding to a direct question. Do not move. You are offering your body to me.”
Laura stopped rocking and held her head straight ahead, eyes closed. Should I say yes, Sir? He didn’t ask me anything… Will this ever get easier?
Slowly, he slid his hand toward her crotch. Abruptly, Nick fisted her hair, forcing her head back. Laura struggled to keep her eyes closed and her heart secured in her chest. She couldn’t stop her moan, she didn’t even bother trying. Her wetness was flowing unabated. She kinda wished for a pair of big ol’ granny panties, something large enough to help hide her sudden effervescence.
“Good girl. You learn quickly. Your Dom is pleased. Now come with me, Angel.”
He helped her up, thankfully pausing briefly for the blood to return to her feet. His palm settled around the back of her neck, his forearm resting along her spine. The physical contact helped her relax, yet reminded her who was in charge.
“You need only keep your eyes cast downward while presenting to me, otherwise you may meet my gaze.”
“Thank you, Sir. I love looking at your handsome face.” From the corner of her vision, she saw a lavender, hourglass-shaped object sitting on the nightstand. As much as she tried to ignore it, she couldn’t keep her head from swinging in that direction. Please, please, please let that be an oddly shaped dildo. There was no way that would fit where she feared Nick intended to fit it.
Chapter Four
“Breathe, Angel. We’re going to go slow. This plug is made specifically to enhance female orgasms. You’re going to love this.”
“Sir? What if I don’t?” she asked meekly.
“We will take it one step at a time. If it gets to be too much, use the word yellow. If it hurts or is too much to bear, use the word red. Repeat that back to me.”
“I need to say yellow if I’m freaking out and red if I can’t take any more.”
He chuckled. “Yes, I suppose that about covers it. Stand up and turn around.”
Hesitantly, she followed his command. If the next one was ‘Bend over,’ she’d be shouting yellow. “Breathe,” he whispered near her ear, making her jump. The breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding rushed from her body. She felt his hands working the D ring on the crotch rope. The vibrations of the rope sliding along the metal, for a few precious moments, took her mind off what was to come. She relaxed and enjoyed the tingling sensations. When the braid swung free, he released the carabiner. “Lie on the bed on your stomach.”
She desperately needed release. Her body was strung so fucking tight, if she didn’t come soon she might resort to tears. The combination of strong, conflicting emotions and a physical need she hadn’t even known she was capable of twenty-four hours ago made her edgier than ever before. As she stretched her body out across the very comfortable bed, Nick’s arm slid around her waist, lifting her enough to slide a pillow under her pelvis.
He caressed her body, relaxing taut muscles. Her breathing slowly returned to normal. Nick applied pressure on her inner thigh, a silent command to spread her legs. He swirled his fingers inside her pussy. Oh God, she was so wet. Just as the sensations became manageable, he lubed his thumb and slowly slid in her ass.
Thankfully, he held perfectly still inside her. With his other hand, he caressed her back and shoulders. Slowly, he began a teeter-totter motion between her pussy and ass. The sensations were so intense.
“Nick, please fuck me. I can’t take any more.”
Laura felt his hand wrap her hair around his fist and draw her head backward. She arched her back, rubbing her nipples along the bed in time with his fucking.
“You’ll orgasm with the plug in your ass and your clit in my mouth. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir, please do it.” She was panting as he pulled his fingers from her vagina and began a slow assault on her clit.
“Please do what, Laura?”
“Plug me. Please, Sir, plug my ass.” She couldn’t quite believe she’d just uttered those words, but she meant them. If taking that lavender torture device up her ass meant she could come, then hell, yes, do it! She was finding that torture came in many different flavors and so far, she liked them all.
As he pulled out of her butt, she realized that was almost as difficult as the entry. All of her senses seemed heightened. She heard him doing something, but she had no idea what. It was a little unnerving.
“Good girl.” His reassurances helped keep her from completely freaking out.
She felt the plug, cool and squishy from the lube, resting on the rim of her ass. Instinctively, she tensed. Nick tightened the hold on her hair, drawing her attention away from her butt.
“You need to relax, Angel.”
She made a conscious effort to
relax her muscles.
“Push back against the plug, Laura.”
As soon as she moved toward him, he tugged more forcefully on her hair. She knew he was trying to distract her again. She tried to keep her focus on the sting and pull along her scalp and ignore the purple impaler sliding into her ass.
“You’re doing great, Angel. We’re almost home.”
She felt him lessen the pull on her scalp and begin massaging the sting away. She tipped her head back into his palm and she sighed, willing herself to relax.
“It’s halfway. One more push and we’re there.”
There was more? She didn’t know if she could take any more. Every muscle tensed without her permission.
“Do you feel stretched and full?”
“Very full, Sir.” Filled to the brim. Can’t take any more. How was she going to take the rest?
“Breathe, little subbie. Your Master plans to play with your ass often. I want this to be pleasurable for you. If you relax, this will be much easier.”
Laura felt his hand cup her pussy. “I’m trying, Sir.” As he stroked and pinched her clit, she forgot all about her ass.
“Oh, please, Sir, more of that!”
Nick sternly reminded her, “No coming until this plug is firmly in your ass and my mouth is devouring your pussy.”
“Please, Nick. Please push it in farther. I need you. Now!”
“Topping from the bottom, Laura?”
She tried to laugh, but it came out as a strangled moan. “Suggestion,” she breathed. “I’m begging, please.”
“Okay, Angel, push back.”
All she could think about was steady pressure on the plug until he fisted her hair again. The bite along her scalp helped take her mind away from her ass. The breath rushed from her body as she felt it slide into place and the stretching burn disappeared.
“We’re there, Angel. It’s all the way in.” He relaxed his fist and rubbed her scalp.
He slid his hand lightly up and down her thigh. “Turn over, bend your knees and spread your legs. Since you’ve been such a good girl, you get your reward.”
She squeezed her muscles, testing the feel of the plug inside her. Her first impression was less than stellar. As she adjusted to the fullness, she found it was rather pleasant in an odd sort of way. She nearly shot off the bed and into the chandelier as Nick reached down and turned the plug.
On second thought, yes, she definitely liked that. “More. More please, Sir.”
Nick was grateful he’d put on the leathers. It was about the only material he knew capable of containing the enormous hard-on he was sporting. He wouldn’t last long once he was inside her. None of that mattered. His once a week, barely in the mood wife was begging for more and he intended to give her just that. As he kissed and suckled her clit, Laura’s back arched, driving her farther into his mouth. He lavished her with strong and hard attention until she was quivering, then backed off and lightly teased. “Remember, you must ask for permission to come. If you orgasm before you’re allowed, you will be punished.”
He was pleased that as he’d said the last word of that sentence, she’d spasmed against him. Yes, her submissive nature responded in every way to his dominance.
“Please, Master, may I come for you?”
Oh, God, he nearly came from her breathy request alone. He’d never been fond of the word master. Until now. “Yes, Laura, come for me.” As her muscles clenched and spasmed, he twisted the plug, swirling it in her ass.
Nick knew the orgasm didn’t wash over her in gentle waves. No. It seemed to rip through her with hurricane force. She tossed her head from side to side and screamed as the pleasure took over. Her nails dug into the bed as if she needed an anchor. He’d never seen anything more beautiful. As she began her descent back to earth, Nick pulled the plug to the halfway point and twirled it twice around.
As her second orgasm began, he pushed the plug back into place, tightening all the muscles running along her pussy, increasing the intensity for her. He pinched and rolled her nipples, extending the aftershocks as long as possible.
Laura screamed his name, her torso flying off the bed.
“I’ve got you, Angel. You’re safe. Just ride it out.” Once she had her feet firmly back on the ground, he pushed the leathers from his body and slid his cock home. With the plug in her ass, her vagina was tighter than he’d ever felt before. The feeling was exquisite. Balls deep, he asked, “How are you, Angel? Talk to me.”
“Oh, God, Nick, I’m going to come again. It’s so full and tight. Fuck me, please.”
Yes, arousal certainly loosened Laura’s tongue. And that was about the only thing it loosened. She was gripping his cock tighter than a fist. “Come for me, my beautiful Angel.” His strokes were hard and deep, taking them both higher. He was holding on by his fingertips when she screamed and thrashed with pleasure. Her pussy throbbed and milked his cock as he exploded inside her. It felt like he’d been waiting, holding his orgasm at bay for months. He couldn’t stop the gentle rocking motion, as aftershocks continued to rumble through him. He needed the constant contact to let him know this was indeed real, not some fucking dream he’d made up.
“I love you, Laura,” he said, before reluctantly pulling out and collapsing by her side.
Laura ran her hand along Nick’s cheek, scraping against his stubble. “Nick, can you ever forgive me? I had no idea sex could be like this.”
He couldn’t remember the last time Laura had touched him so tenderly. She kept her softer side buried deep. “No recriminations, Laura. The time had to be right. Going forward is all that matters.”
If he stayed there holding her much longer, he’d turn into one of those wussy Doms. “Time to clean up and head to the clubhouse. During our round, we’ll suspend our play.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
* * * *
After checking in, declining a caddy and being assigned a cart, they teed for the first hole. Nick smiled as Laura began interrogating him.
“You seem very comfortable with your Dom alter ego. How did you perfect your technique?”
He knew Laura well enough to know the question she was really asking. She wanted to know if he’d practiced at the clubs. “After researching injury suits associated with BDSM, we determined inexperienced Doms were the leading liability issue. André and I met with the staff and developed the training criteria for granting Master’s rights at the clubs. André teaches classes and offers certification for various types of play.” He swung his club, debating what information he should share. He intended to answer her as honestly as possible, yet why disclose more than she had requested when it might cause undue concern?
“Certification? Really? I’ve heard of certified sex therapists, but certified sex Masters?” She giggled at the idea.
“Some of the books you read detailed what certifications each Dom had achieved.”
“It’s hard to wrap my mind around taking a class where the desired outcome is a proficiency in sexual techniques.” She paused, telling him that the next question mattered. “Have you taken classes?”
“No. I helped develop the course guidelines, set learning objectives and created the materials.”
As they progressed from hole to hole, Nick noticed neither of them was playing their best game. He took some solace knowing Laura was having trouble concentrating too.
“So basically, you could teach the courses, not take them.”
“Yes and no. If you decide later you’re interested in suspension, whipping or caning, I would need to take a class. I’m not comfortable in those areas. Knowing and understanding the psychology of dominance, I’ve got covered.”
“I probably don’t want to know the answer to this, but I have to ask… Have you participated in any of those activities?”
“Have I experimented with a whip or cane? Sure. The longer the whip the more challenging it is to control. I’ve mastered the four-footer—the six and a half is a little more intimidating.”
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p; Her expression was a mix of shock and worry. He wasn’t surprised when she didn’t ask for further information.
“Did you enjoy going to the clubs?”
Nick whiffed. “If I even think you’re snickering, I’ll have you over my knee.” He turned to look sternly at his wife. Her innocent ‘What?’ look had him laughing. “Honestly, Laura, that’s difficult to answer.”
“Nick!”
They both turned toward the sound. André and two other men crested the rise heading their way. As they got closer, Laura leaned in and whispered, “Why is André with Jim Berthman and Greg Simson? They’re both buyers for Medirxa. I know them by reputation, and from their personnel files. I’ve never actually met them, though.”
“André does a lot of business with pharmaceutical companies.” Nick slid his arm around her waist. It didn’t surprise him that Laura knew the men on sight. She made a point to research anyone in a decision-making capacity in the companies she controlled.
“So it’s just a coincidence that my company owns controlling interest in Medirxa?” Laura searched his face, probably wanting reassurance.
He bent and whispered in her ear, “Yes, Laura. Just relax.”
“Did you know he would be here? This is about to get terribly awkward. Wouldn’t it be a conflict of interest for Medirxa to do business with DiscipliNation?”
Nick discreetly shook his head no. “Smile,” he reminded her, before shaking hands with the gentlemen. “André, it’s great to see you again.” Nick tipped his head toward Jim and Greg. “Gentlemen.”
As Laura shook hands and exchanged pleasantries, Nick noticed she’d switched automatically to her CEO persona and he didn’t like it. She had stepped away from him, her stance a little taller, and she wore a distant, professional smile.
For the first time this weekend, he was unsure how to proceed. His initial reaction was to demolish her personal space, to physically pull her under his shoulder and keep her there. With a deep breath, he pushed the urge away. Laura needed to know her professional life wouldn’t be diminished by submitting to him.
