DelightMe

by Desiree Holt

  Brushing her hands lightly over his skin, she found his nipples and pinched them lightly. His breathing barely increased but his skin grew even warmer. Impulsively she closed her lips over one nipple and sucked. Hard. And was rewarded by a hissing intake of breath. She licked the little bud, relishing the hitch in his breathing, and turned her attention to the other one.

  When he raised his hands to hold her head she lifted her mouth. “Keep your hands at your sides, sub. Your body is mine to do with as I wish, and it pleases me for you to stand absolutely still while I…pleasure myself.”

  “And me,” he told her in a strangled voice.

  She was pressed up against him, hard enough to feel his cock swell and push against the restraint of the leather. Suddenly she couldn’t wait to see its magnificence again. Dropping to her knees, she slipped her hands down his taut skin to the button at the top of his fly. She opened it very slowly and slid the zipper down one notch at a time. He wore no underwear, as she’d required, so the opening of the zipper released his erection. The moment his cock was free his essence teased at her nostrils and she knelt and leaned her face against it to more fully inhale him. Tension rode his body, vibrating in every inch of him as he waited to see what she’d do next.

  The leather pants were buttery soft, so even as tight as they were she had little trouble easing them down his thighs. She drew them down only as far as his knees, reaching between his thighs to cup his balls and roll them in her fingers. Again Ethan made that hissing sound but otherwise he held completely still.

  Dani looked up. “I want you to stand completely still, Ethan. Can you do that for me?”

  “Yes, Mistress.” He ground out the words.

  “No matter what I do.”

  “No matter what you do,” he assured her, although his voice was tight with his effort at restraint.

  “Excellent. Give me a moment here.”

  She rose, opened the cabinet on the wall and slid out one of the drawers. Ah, there it was. The cock ring G had shown her the other night. Turning back to Ethan, she dropped to her knees again.

  “I know you’ve worn one of these before.” She showed it to him. “I understand it is a favorite with many Dommes.”

  “That’s correct,” he acknowledged.

  With the spotlight illuminating his body she threaded his cock through the two small straps and buckled them, then fastened the longer one around his sac. He grunted when she tightened it.

  “Am I causing you pain?” she asked. “You must tell me if it’s the wrong kind.” When he didn’t say a word, she tugged on the apparatus, enough to make him jump. “Damn it, Ethan, I told you I always want the truth.”

  His hands tightened into fists. “It is…a little tight, Mistress.”

  “Can you bear it?” She looked up at him.

  He gave a sharp, brief nod.

  “Good then. You tell me when the pain becomes too much. I want this tight enough so that no matter what I do you will not come until I release you.”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “I haven’t forgotten that you desire the whip to begin each session.” She trailed her fingertips over the taut muscles of his ass. “Yes, I’ll enjoying striping this fine ass again.” She paused. “But you must ask me for it.”

  “I beg my Mistress to whip my ass so I may be properly stimulated to receive whatever she wishes to do with me.”

  Dani swallowed a smile. “Very good. I will give you your wish. Take that small bench beside you and bring it around so it’s under the spotlight with you.” She waited while he moved it, putting it precisely where she told him. “Now. On your knees and bend over the bench.”

  His jaw tightened but the dark flush on his cheeks told her the anticipation of what was to come was arousing him further. He knelt so his ass was in the air, his chest on the padded seat of the bench and his arms hanging forward. There were manacles attached to each leg of the bench and Dani locked two of them around his wrists. Her mouth watered as she stood behind him, admiring his gorgeous ass. With her foot she nudged his legs farther apart, so she could see his cock and his sac between his thighs. When she bent and stroked her hand over them he jumped slightly.

  “These are mine to touch,” she reminded him. “Tell me that.”

  “Yes. Those are yours to touch.”

  “What are mine, sub?”

  “My cock and my balls. They are yours to do with as you please.”

  “Very good. You have earned your punishment.”

  She took the same whip she’d used the night before, feathered it over his buttocks and drew it through the tight crevice between his cheeks. Teasing him with its light touch. Then without further warning she snaked the whip and cracked its thin tongue across his skin, leaving a satisfactory red stripe. His breathing hitched slightly, the only sign he allowed that he was affected.

  “Count for me, Ethan.”

  And he did, all the way to ten, his deep voice getting edgier and tighter with each thwack of the whip.

  Dani stood back, admiring the crisscross pattern she’d created. Dropping the whip, she moved around in front of him and lowered herself to the floor so she could reach his cock, straining at its bindings. Taking him in her fingers, she carefully licked the broad flat head, letting the tip of her tongue ride the slit, teasing him with just the tip before closing her lips around the hot, pulsing shaft. From the corner of one eye she saw his fists tighten and the muscles in his thighs tensed, but he held his position.

  Dani sucked lightly, then hard, then lightly again, all the while stroking his balls with the slim fingers of her other hand. His cock was so hot and delicious. She loved the way it stretched her lips and pressed against the roof of her mouth. Setting up a steady rhythm, she stroked her lips up and down, each time taking him deeper inside. When his balls tightened she knew he was near his climax and eased back. She wanted to make this last.

  The dance took on a pattern of its own. She licked him, his length, his balls, the flat crown of his head. Whenever she felt that tensing in his sac she’d back off, dragging her fingernails down his length, then begin again. It gave her an incredible sense of power to know she was controlling his release this way, and she understood more than she had the first night how sexually arousing it had been for her Masters to treat her that way.

  But she was also tormenting herself and she had plans for that. Rising to her feet, she pushed the slacks the rest of the way down his legs. She helped him lift first one foot and then the other from the material and shoved the leather pants along with his shoes to the side.

  “I am not ready yet for you to come,” she told him. “First I want to feel your tongue inside me, your mouth on me. I want to see how talented you are in that particular area.”

  “I assure you I will not displease.” There it was again, just the faint edge of cockiness in his voice.

  Dani wondered what this man did in his everyday life. Obviously something where he was in complete control. He couldn’t quite shed the mantle of it in a sub situation. So what made him enjoy the life of a sub? What was it that took him one hundred and eighty degrees in the other direction sexually? Would he tell her if she asked? If they went to a third session she’d put it at the top of her list.

  “Very well.” Carefully she removed the manacles, freeing him from his position on the bench. “Kneel before me, sub.”

  He dropped to his knees, his movements more graceful than any other man she’d ever been with, somewhat difficult to accomplish with the complicated cock ring binding his swollen, protesting erection.

  “Place your hands behind you.”

  He clasped his hands behind him, face upturned, his hot eyes burning into her. She wondered for a brief moment what he’d be like if she let him off the invisible leash. No. That would change the dynamics for both of them. And the pleasure. But it exhilarated her that this sub had that kind of fire burning inside him. It made taming him all the more exhilarating.

  “Let me see how talented yo
u are, sub. I want you to bring me just to the edge of orgasm with your beautiful mouth. But first you have to find my pussy. I will not help you.”

  “I will do my best to serve you.”

  Ethan moved forward just slightly on his knees, bent his head and did exactly what she’d hoped when she put on this dress earlier. With his teeth he carefully untied the bow and used his head to nudge apart the fabric of the dress. It fell apart as it was meant to, leaving her all but naked. As a reward Dani shrugged and let the dress fall to the floor.

  “Does my Mistress permit me to tell her how glad I am she chose not to wear anything under her dress tonight?”

  Impudent bastard!

  “I am always happy to receive signs of your pleasure.” She smiled at him. “Now show me how much you appreciate it.”

  She hadn’t thought it possible that he could stimulate her so intensely without using his fingers at all, but Ethan Corelli was very well trained. He probed her folds with the tip of his tongue, first finding the bundle of nerves just peeping out from its protective hood and stroking it before dragging his tongue the length of her slit. Dani widened her stance, standing there clad only in the wicked heels she’d worn, and hoped she could maintain her balance the way Ethan had. Not that she hadn’t been in this position before. All her Masters had loved eating her pussy while she stood in front of them, unable to balance herself, unable to do anything except take the torment they dealt out, knowing if she came without being instructed to do so or lost control and fell there would be punishment to follow. She was grateful for that training now, and aroused by the fact that now it was her choice.

  She couldn’t tear her eyes away from Ethan’s tongue as he lapped at her cunt, stroking the slit, flicking her clit, then somehow managing to thrust his tongue inside her without even using his fingers to open her. Heat surged through her and lust coiled up from her belly dark and hard. She hadn’t actually planned to fuck him tonight. For Dani that would mean acknowledging the invisible connection she’d been fighting since the moment she met this man, a connection that frightened her. But oh god, she had to feel that cock inside her. She’d wrestle with her emotions later.

  She heard her own breathing speed up and felt her heartbeat increase, every pulse hammering away at her as Ethan lapped and sucked and drove her toward completion.

  “Stop.” She nearly shouted the word. “I order you to stop.”

  He looked up at her, the liquid of her arousal glistening on his lips and chin, his eyes puzzled.

  “Am I displeasing my Mistress?”

  “No. Not at all. But I wish to come with you inside me. Rise, so I can release the cock ring.”

  Ethan stood, hands still clasped behind his back, and watched as she unfastened straps and opened buckles before tossing the apparatus aside. Pulling a foil envelope from the cabinet, she tore it open. A long, thick, fluffy pad lay rolled up in one corner. Dani pointed toward it.

  “Bring that here and lay it flat,” she ordered. “I want you to be comfortable.”

  As soon as it was in place, she had Ethan stretch out full length on his back and she lowered herself to straddle him. She bent her head and licked the length of his cock before rolling the condom onto it.

  It was suddenly important to her to have absolute control over his orgasm. To have him climax inside her with nothing moving but the automatic pulsing of his cock. No thrusting of hips. No hitching of his body. No touching or holding with his hands.

  “Do not move,” she told him. “At all. Just watch my eyes. I’ll know when we’re both ready to come and I will move for both of us.”

  His jaw clenched but he nodded in agreement.

  Very carefully Dani lowered herself onto his shaft. It was long and thick and she had to ease herself down, grateful that her pussy was so drenched that she had sufficient lubrication. By the time she had taken in every inch of him she felt stretched almost beyond capacity. She closed her eyes for a moment to allow her body to adjust to the feel of him, then opened them and looked directly into his. She saw fire burning in there, need hot and greedy.

  “Clasp your hands behind your head,” she directed.

  Ethan did so, never taking his eyes from hers.

  And then she moved, slowly at first, up and down, rocking slightly each time, letting her pussy adapt to the feel of him. But her body soon grew impatient, her nerves firing randomly, her pulse racing faster and harder, the muscles in her belly clenching with a demanding greed. She increased her pace, faster, faster, faster. She could tell by watching his face the effort it was costing Ethan to keep still and not move with her. She stared into his eyes, watching for the sign that he was ready. Waiting. Waiting.

  Her orgasm exploded without warning, hot cream pouring from her, her pussy clamping around him like a fist and milking him. His release was barely a second behind hers. He did as she’d ordered and kept his body still, although the effort to do so was unmistakable. And inside her that magnificent shaft pulsed and throbbed and spurted hot semen into the thin latex sheath.

  Dani’s entire body pulsed with her climax, tremors pounding through her, emanating from her clasping pussy. A climax more intense than any she’d ever experienced with any of her Masters, even when they’d used every device and method to draw out her arousal and make her wait interminably to come. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t hear, couldn’t do anything except throb and throb and drench Ethan’s cock and balls with her fluid.

  At last, spent, she collapsed on his chest.

  “You may put your arms around me,” she gasped, dragging air into her lungs.

  But when he did, an emotion so strong it made her panic swept over her. What the hell was going on? Calling up her last bit of strength, she rose from Ethan’s prone body. Using the wipes and cloth in the cabinet, she removed the condom and carefully cleaned her sub. She was almost afraid to look at him again, wondering if the intensity of what she was feeling would be reflected in his eyes. Hoping it would, yet at the same time panicked.

  “I think we’re done for the night,” she said with as much dignity as she could muster.

  Suddenly she couldn’t wait to get out of there.

  Chapter Six

  Dani depressed the button on her answering machine and played the message back for the tenth time. She’d been listening to it at intervals since she got home, her mind whirling as she tried to decide what to do.

  “Dani?” G’s melodious voice. “You haven’t returned any of my calls or scheduled another appointment. Ethan is concerned that he displeased you in some way. If there’s a problem I urge you to come talk to me about it. Whatever it is, we can work it out.”

  No. You can’t. I only wanted to play, to see if I really was a Mistress after all. Maybe try a few different subs. I didn’t expect to fall for this man I know nothing about.

  You couldn’t fall in love with a man you’d only been with twice, could you? Was that even possible? And what the hell did she really know about him? She had no idea what his public life was like. Maybe she wouldn’t even fit in. Maybe he wouldn’t even want her to fit in. But there had been that connection. It was so strong it was almost alive. She knew he felt it too. It was there in his eyes whenever he looked at her.

  She’d been obsessing about him since she left Unfettered, something rare for her. She’d had wonderful relationships with her Doms but never, ever obsessed about any of them. Or wanted anything beyond the time they spent together. Certainly not to blend their lives, to make a connection beyond their D/s play. Permanence scared her.

  And this man, beneath the surface, had a core of strength that could either give her sanctuary or scare the life out of her. She didn’t want someone she always had to fight with to see who was going to be on top. Now that she’d found her strength she didn’t want to give it up.

  She wanted the man she was with to appreciate her for that strength. To respect her for it. Cherish her for it. Love her for it.

  Love? Ohmigod!

  Well, sitt
ing around chewing her fingernails accomplished nothing. She desperately wanted to see Ethan Corelli again. If it crashed and burned, she’d just tend to her scars and start all over again.

  Pouring a glass of wine, she carried it into her bedroom and sat on the bed while she listened to the message yet another time. Well, she’d never considered herself a coward, so why was she running away now?

  Because I’ve always held some part of myself back from every relationship and now I’m afraid of losing it to a man I hardly know.

  Coward!

  Well, that was the damn truth. And she couldn’t allow herself to hide from it forever.

  Taking another sip of wine to fortify herself, she picked up the phone and dialed the number on the card.

  “1-800-DOM-help. How may I help you?” The voice was just as disconnected as the first time.

  “I would like to speak to Mistress G at Unfettered.” She hoped she didn’t sound as shaky to whoever this was as she did to herself. “Tell her it’s Dani.”

  “One moment, please.”

  She drank more of the wine as she listened to a series of clicks on the phone.

  “Dani? I’m so glad you called. Ethan and I have both been very concerned about you.”

  “I’m fine. Really.”

  Liar.

  “I sense a problem that you’re reluctant to talk about.” There was a moment’s pause. “Dani, I’ve known Ethan for a long time. Besides being an excellent sub he’s an incredible human being. I’d trust him with my life. So whatever is bothering you, we can work it out.”

  “I have feelings for him I didn’t expect,” she blurted out, and drained the rest of the wine.

  “I thought it might be something like that.” G’s voice was soft and soothing. “Would it help if I told you he’s wrestling with exactly the same problem?”

  Dani was stunned. “He is?”

  “Indeed.” She chuckled. “He’s very anxious to see you again, outside the club. He’s convinced that if he sees you in a different environment he can convince you to continue exploring the relationship.”