by Linzi Basset
“And yet you do me. A man you just met.”
“Oohhh!” Riley panted as his fingers tightened and the caress turned to a painful pinch.
“How did that feel, my pet?”
“It felt painful, arousing and ... I liked it.”
“I’m waiting for an answer, Riley. Why me?”
“I don’t know. At first, I didn’t intend to come down here. I had every intention of scoffing at you when you held out your hand but then …”
“Yes?”
“I looked into your eyes. Instinct. I just know I can trust you. Besides, you ooze confidence in everything you say and do, which tells me you’re an experienced Dom and that sets my mind at ease.”
His fingers brushed over both nipples, smiling as she bit her lip and moaned, which turned to a cry of surprised pain when he pinched both nipples, hard, and pulled them away from her body.
“That’s a good answer, my pet.” His fingers tightened around the already throbbing nubs again.
A burning pain shot to her brain, followed by a rush of heat searing through her veins to settle in her pussy. She stared at him with wide eyes. Bewildered and panting from the painful tugging on her nipples that caused an arousal the likes of which she’d never experienced before.
“I’ve read it so many times but I still don’t understand how pain can cause pleasure.” She exhaled loudly as he rolled her nipples between his fingers, ruthlessly pinching and tugging on them. Her hips shifted against the bench. “I’m … oh lordy me, I think I’m going to come,” she wailed as she felt the telltale shards of heat in her chest. Completely blindsided by the painful pleasure that kept pushing her closer to the edge. “How is this … hmmm! I’m going to come,” she wailed.
“No, sub, you’re not going to come. In here, you don’t climax until I tell you to. Not unless you’re prepared for punishment. Is that understood?”
“But―”
A stinging pain shot to her brain as he slapped her nipple. Once, twice and a third time.
“Yes! I understand.” She shrieked, knowing that one more slap might just push her over the edge. She might feel she trusted him, but punishment the first night in the dungeon was too tall an order. Even though her only pinched and slapped her nipples, they were swollen and throbbed like they’d been caressed and sucked for hours.
How is this possible? If this is how I react after a couple of minutes, how am I going to survive a spanking?
Her core burned as wanton thoughts shocked through her brain of other things she’d like him to do to her.
Trent’s cock hardened when her tongue brushed over her lips in a nervous gesture. He had a good idea what was on her mind as he watched her eyes dart sideways, back and forth between the various torture tools, and the bedroom. The emotions that ran havoc inside her were so strong he could almost see them.
“Are you still comfortable with me, Riley? Or would you rather leave?” He watched her with hawk like eyes as her gaze shifted to his. Her breasts jiggled as she heaved in a deep breath.
“No. I am exactly where I want to be.”
“Good girl and such a brave one. I admire that, little one,” he murmured.
“Oh-oh-oh.” The gulp of shocked surprise resounded through the room when he placed nibbling kisses on the inside of her thigh.
“You’re so skittish, Snowflake. You need to relax. You remind me of a kitten who escaped the barn when I was a young boy, running away as brave as a lion, filled with fire to face whatever came across her path.”
“It’s my first time,” she hissed but quickly retracted. “I’m sorry, Sir. I’m trying my best.”
“That’s all I’m after, my pet. That you allow the submissive inside you free and trust your body into my hands so I can give you what you need. I initially planned to tie you to the bench but decided not to. Can you guess why, Snowflake?”
“I don’t know, Sir.” She gasped as he pulled her legs wide apart to the width of the bench.
“Tell me, Riley. Why did you come down here with me?”
“I’m not sure I understand,” she responded breathlessly while her mind screamed the answer, Fuck me. I want you to fuck me!
He chuckled and flicked his fingers over her nipples. Riley had a sneaking suspicion he read her thoughts.
“I’m here because of the barter,” she puffed to try and save face.
“No, Riley. I’m here because of the barter. You accepted the barter without too much resistance. I want to know why. What is it that you expect to find in my dungeon?”
“I wish I knew.”
Trent didn’t berate her, knowing it was an honest answer. It pleased him that she didn’t attempt to play games with him.
“Is it because you’re looking for more than just sex?”
“I … maybe.”
“In here, I’ll teach you to tap into your darkest desires. To open yourself to the possibility of pleasure through more than a cock inside your pussy. There’s so much more to explore. Riding on a wave of adrenaline that pushes you to a different level to make your climax an astounding explosion of sensations.”
“I’m not sure I follow. What more is there than the pleasure of climaxing?”
“How old are you, Riley?”
“Thirty-three.”
“And to date no one has ever tapped into the depth of your sensuality? Such a shame.”
His curved finger that trailed seductively between the crevice of her buttocks, ended in a feathered caress over her swollen labia.
“Pain is a conduit of many things. Not many people know that it can elevate you into a euphoric cloud of rapture.”
Riley did her best to concentrate on his words but the flutter of his fingers over her clitoris caused her eyelids to flicker closed. She wanted him so much that she ached with it.
Crack!
“Aaww!” She cried at the sting on her left cheek then immediately wished she could press her thighs together at the rush of liquid that filled her pussy. Instinct warned her that no matter that she wasn’t tied down, it would be the wrong thing to do. She was astounded at the heat that unfurled inside her loins as a result from the one slap.
“Beautiful, little one. You’re a quick learner. A slap from my hand or the strike of a flogger, paddle, or even a whip will shock the nerve endings with the pleasurable adjuvant effect of vivifying and advancing your arousal. You will feel the corollary all the way into your loins and you’ll be helpless to control the rush of juices that your pussy will emit to reward me.”[IN1]
Crack! Crack!
The hardness of the slaps forced her on her toes. A loud hiss escaped her hiss her lips at the pain that seared through her mind.
“Of course, the climax you’re coveting could be even more explosive in the end. I want you to hold it back, controlling the need to let go until I tell you to come. Now, Riley, I ask again, what is it that you desire from me, right this minute?”
“A spanking, Sir. Just like we agreed. I wish to experience that rush of adrenaline you spoke of. I want to know if pleasure is possible through the addition of pain.”
“Very well said, Snowflake.” His voice lowered. “Don’t let go of that bar and don’t move.”
Trent was pleased to notice the sizzle of excitement his words sent through her to compete with the tinge of fear her taut body portrayed.
He reached between her legs to cup her breasts which pebbled under that brief touch. He focused to raise the heat in her, so that she would be susceptible to a harder spanking. He exulted in the soft and heavy feel of her breasts in his hands.
Riley moaned as he rubbed her nipples with his thumbs, which caused flaming sensations to singe through her body. She squirmed as her heart began to pound with anxiety. She wanted this and yet she felt a shiver of fear run down her spine. He was so big; his large body blocked the light as she gazed back at him.
“Remember, Riley, if you find this too much or become overwhelmed, it’s in your power to stop me. How do you do that,
again?” Even as he spoke, he continued to tease and roll her nipples then squeezed the plumpness of her breasts. She gasped when the next brush over her nipples ended in a sharp pinch.
“Snow. I say snow.”
“Good.” He straightened. He ran his palm over her buttocks. “Such an appealing little ass, so curvy, absolutely perfect for a spanking.”
Crack! Crack! Crack!
“Ooww! Jeez, that hurts!” she wailed. The strikes were twice as hard as before and left her panting at the unexpected burst of pain that flashed through her mind. She squeezed her eyes closed.
Trent was secretly delighted by the rosy-pink color flowering beneath his hand. Unable to resist, he ran a palm over the curve of her buttocks again to feel the glowing heat emerge from his attentions. At the same time, he rubbed the heat deeper to allow it to trigger her arousal
“Try to relax, little one. Don’t tense your muscles, rather allow the heat of each slap to flow into your bloodstream. Lean into each slap.”
“Easy for you to say,” she mumbled, swallowing the spittle that was pooling in her mouth. “How many more?” she asked in a small voice.
Crack. Crack. Crack.
“Oohh . . . ooweee!”
Riley felt a shudder with every slap that surged and rippled through her loins. The next three that impacted left her gasping as spikes of heat lanced her lower regions and turned into waves of arousal. He rubbed her cheeks with sensual, circular motions. She could swear she felt the heat and sting drive deeper into her muscles that caused a delicious quiver of pleasure she couldn’t control.
“You’re doing very well, Riley. For a first timer, you’re reacting beautifully.
“Thank you, Sir.” She basked in the praise like a peacock admiring his new feathers.
“The next couple are going to be harder, so brace yourself.”
His hands roamed over her cheeks, driving her to the edge of a climax that had been lurking like a thief in the shadows. His hands were gentle but she could feel a roughness graze her sensitive skin from the tips of his fingers. His touch became intimate as he traced the creases between her thighs. She was bombarded by sensations― the sting of her buttocks combined with his seductive assault overwhelmed her. He slid his fingers between her legs, slipping easily inside the wetness of her pussy. Need poured into her body like hot air over the desert and then just as suddenly, they were gone, leaving her throbbing.
“I need to come, Sir. I don’t know how much more I can stand,” she admitted breathlessly. She was still shocked at the knowledge that the pressure inside her had been an orgasm coiling tight so rapidly it left her floundering like a puppet on a string.
“I’m tremendously pleased by your reaction to pain, Snowflake.” Even his dark praise toggled at the submissive in her, wanting to give him more … in fact, everything he wanted.
Crack. Crack. Crack.
“Please, no more! I can’t hold it . . . aahhh!” Her cry shattered as it slammed against the walls when the next four landed with perfect aim in the center of her pussy, followed by an immediate three on her clit. The world around her tilted as she exploded. The burning sting on her pussy intensified the spasms that wreaked havoc through her. She curled around the bench, panting and shuddering as she was inundated with spasms of delight that seemed to have no beginning and no end.
“What just happened, Riley?” His voice cracked sharply over her labored breathing.
“I climaxed. I can’t believe how … I’ve never—”
“Did I give you permission, Riley?”
“No, but—oh!”
“Yes, oh. I did explain the consequences of disobeying my orders, didn’t I?”
“I’m sorry. Next time I’ll do better.”
“Maybe you will, but for you to understand that my rules will never bend, this won’t be looked over.”
“What do you mean?”
“You didn’t think it would be as easy as apologizing, now did you, Snowflake?”
Trent held out his hand and she grasped it, still struggling to overcome the shattering experience she’d just had. His hand was strong and muscular. He pulled her up with such effortlessness, it was unnerving. She’d be a fool if she didn’t recognize the power this man yielded.
“You mean you’re going to punish me? Now?” She could hear the panic in her voice.
“We’ll attend to that tomorrow, for now, I need to know how you experienced the spanking.” His words were still floating toward her when he picked her up and carried her to the sofa.
The plume of her breath billowed out in a soft puff against his cheek as he gently kissed hers and held her close against his chest. His hands roamed in a gentle caress over her naked back.
Riley leaned into his body, completely relaxed as she soaked up the heat infiltrating her skin. It was a foreign feeling. He hadn’t even had sex with her and she felt more sexually satiated than ever before.
“How do you feel, my pet?”
Riley started, not having expected to explain how she felt. They hadn’t had sex … per se … but it had been a very intimate scene and he had made her climax—an earth shattering one at that. Good lord, her pussy was still pulsing in after effect. Intimacy was something she’d never discussed with any of her lovers. Not even Jason, who was the only man she’d ever lived with.
“Riley, I’m waiting.” His voice flowed into her being. The soft nuances of his caring reached deep into her soul that wavered and dissipated the brief feeling of detachment when he’d carried her to the sofa. She supposed it was a sign of coming down from a sub high that she’d read about.
“I’m not sure how to explain it. Relaxed, enervated even, with a little twinge of pain on my butt when I move.” Her eyelids fluttered as she peeked through her lashes at him. “I never expected any of this. Of how it would feel … the rush of heat in the backlash of the pain. I still can’t believe how aroused it made me, how desperate for you to …” She gulped back the words and looked anywhere but at him.
He pinched her chin between his fingers and forced her gaze back to his.
“No, Riley, you don’t hide your eyes from me or the sensations you feel and the emotions they trigger. Least of all will you ever hide your lust for me. In here, all of that belongs to me.”
“I … that’s a tall order, Sir.”
“At first it might be, but it’s the one thing you need to wrap your mind around. You give me the control … and I’m a very demanding Dom. If we come back in here again, Riley, it’s best you know that. I want it all. Not only the control and power you give me over your body … but also your mind and soul.”
Chapter Eight
“Time to get up, lazybones.”
“Hmhm, I wanna sleep some more,” Riley mumbled and buried her face under the duvet.
“Very well, then I guess it means you’d rather have your punishment now than go with me to start plowing the road.”
Her eyes popped open. Flashes of the previous night flooded her mind. She heard the soft keen in her ears and belatedly realized it came from her. She wiggled her butt experimentally against the soft cotton sheet and was surprised at how disappointed she felt that there wasn’t a sliver of pain left.
“What do you two think? Should I do orgasm control or make her walk up and down the stairs with ball weights added to nipple and clit clamps?”
“Warf! Warf!” Storm immediately consented to the suggestion.
“Neaaooo! Warf!” Sheila napped at his ear and glared at Trent.
“It seems we have a tie. Hm, let’s see. How about we dress her up nice and warm in that special suit I had made. You know the one that allows the nipples to peek through?”
“Warf!” Both dogs barked and wagged their tails.
“Yes, that one. And then … you know, I think this is it,” he said colloquially. “We take her outside, put clover clamps on her nipples and attach that eagle kite I bought last summer. Then, we see how aptly she can fly it with her breasts. What do you think?”
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Silence followed and then two low grunts reached Riley’s ears through the thick duvet where she’d been listening with her eyes growing wider.
“Okay, that’s it then,” Trent said in a clear voice that sparked the arousal she’d been so desperately trying to ignore. Yes, he’d made her come but it hadn’t fed the lust she had … for him. To feel his hard cock slide in and out of her … pounding her, like she’d read in the novels.
She flicked off the duvet and sat upright, all in one movement.
“Traitors,” she snapped at the two dogs watching her with animated expressions. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she glowered at them, doing her best to ignore the big man close to her side on the bed. Storm’s tongue lolled sideways out of his mouth as he yapped in her direction. Sheila hung her head.
“Hm … now isn’t that a sight for sore eyes?”
Riley yanked up the duvet to cover her breasts as she realized Trent leered at her nakedness. He leaned on one elbow and regarded her with an amused twinkle in his eyes.
Dressed in black jeans and a dark blue sweater that molded to his musculature, he looked good enough to eat … or lick … or fuck. Yes, definitely to fuck.
No! Get with the program, Riley. This isn’t a sweet love story. It’s kink! He wants to make you fly a kite with your tits, for heaven’s sake.
“You’re a pervert, Trent Reeves.”
“I’m a man, Riley Miller.”
“A trauma surgeon! You’re not supposed to drool over a woman’s breasts.”
His laughter rippled from his chest. Riley stared; completely confused at the change in him. The previous night he was tense and morose, stoic and as grim as the Reaper himself.
The laugh came from deep inside his diaphragm with a shaking motion and his face muscles tightened. Riley huffed as she folded her arms, arched her eyebrows, and waited. The rumble that burst from his lips sounded like freedom, an escape from years of incarceration he was giving in to. It filled the room with unrestrained gales and a picture-perfect photo image of glee.
“This isn’t funny,” she clipped out, doing her best to remain straight faced, flip her hair, and storm to the bathroom—he was, after all, laughing at her, not with her. But before she could stop herself, her poker straight mouth twitched upward. She had to dig hard to suppress the giggle that threatened to explode from her lips.
