Hot Lava

by Anne Conley

  “We are going to do something you’ve probably never done before. I’m going to explain it all to you as we go. If at any time you have a question, say yellow. If you want to stop, say red. Repeat that to me.”

  She licked her suddenly-dry lips. “You’re going to tell me what you are doing. Red means stop, yellow means I have a question, Sir.”

  “Good.” His voice alone coated her in warmth.

  With her body dangling and spread for his perusal—and she knew he was looking his fill—she felt the heat rise to just below the surface of her skin as a sheen of sweat threatened to break out.

  “Your punishment is going to be orgasm torture. It may not seem all that awful in the beginning, but I want to see exactly how much pleasure you can take. I’m going to give you all the orgasms those men you used couldn’t give you. I’ll be giving you orgasms for the men you took home to make me jealous so you learn that playing games with people is bad. I’m going to give you orgasms for not paying attention in class today. It will be enjoyable for me. It will start out enjoyable for you, but I won’t stop until your punishment is complete, or when you say red.”

  Oh fuck.

  Well, it didn’t sound too awful, actually. How bad could all the orgasms really be?

  She took a deep breath. “Yes, Sir.”

  “You still green?”

  “Oh God, yes, Sir.”

  “Good. We’ll start with just my fingers.”

  Chapter Ten

  Logan was overwhelmed by the trust Katie had put in him by allowing him to arrange her like this. She was fucking gorgeous, her skin flushed, her pussy spread open for him. He was going to start low on the orgasm scale and work his way up to the big guns after he’d exhausted his fingers and mouth.

  This was going to be fun.

  “Relax, Katherine. This one will be a small one.” He inserted one finger into her already glistening folds, feeling her insides grip him. Logan stifled a groan at the heat encasing his finger, his imagination making him feel it on his cock. Twisting his wrist, he withdrew, examining the coating of wetness before plunging it back in. Katie let out a low groan.

  “Sir, I don’t think it’s going to take much.”

  He continued with one finger, keeping her right on the edge for a while. He was determined this night would be one she wouldn’t forget soon. And neither would he.

  Her insides gripped him harder, and he held his finger inside her, stilling it. He could feel Katie pulsing around him as her whimpers told him she was close. But he was staying away from everything that would set her off, making her enjoy the sensations of being at his mercy a little longer before exploding.

  Removing his finger, he used her arousal to wet her down to her ass. He would play with that later, but this was a tease. Logan was trying to keep her on the edge, build up the anticipation. It was purely selfish. She was fucking beautiful squirming in his setup.

  He swiped a finger lightly across her clit and listened to her, watching her folds quiver. She was so close.

  “Do you ache?”

  Her knees were in an odd position, as if she were trying to clamp them together yet unable to. Another swipe, then he dipped back in.

  “Oh God. I want to come so badly, Sir.”

  He inserted another finger, twisting his hand so his thumb could circle her clit. Katie was right. Her thighs trembled as he began thrusting his fingers in earnest. When he pressed on her clit, she let go, clamping down on him with a groan.

  “Count them for me.”

  “One, Sir,” she gasped.

  He didn’t remove his fingers. Instead, he curled them, hitting the rough spot on her inner walls. She let out a hitch of air but didn’t try to squirm away.

  Not that she could. He continued in this vein through another orgasm, watching the flush on her skin creep down her tits and to her chest. A heavy sheen of perspiration lay just under the surface of her skin, breaking out to taste the air above her lip and across the hairline above her brow.

  “Two, Sir!”

  As long as she could count, he wasn’t stopping. Logan looked at his fingers as he withdrew them from her clenching pussy. They were covered with cream, and he couldn’t resist. One of the many things he’d regretted about that night was he hadn’t tasted her enough.

  Sucking his own fingers, she tasted of honey, sweet with an earthy musk that made him lightheaded.

  Katie was squirming, using her hands on the floor as leverage, making a little mewling noise that was positively adorable. She was magnificent when she came, her body shaking through the climax, her mouth open. The groans that escaped were low and husky, and he felt them to his bones. It was like there was a string from her noises straight to his dick. And he loved it.

  It took nothing for Logan to dip his head down to her pussy and lick from her clit to the crack of her ass. The rungs of the ladder were spaced so he could practically lick up her back if he wanted to.

  She shrieked. Katie was over-sensitized, right where he wanted her. He walked around to the back of the ladder and dipped his head again from this angle. From here, things would get good. She was panting and sweating, and as he licked and suckled her pussy, avoiding the clit for now, she started a litany of babbling that was music to his ears. As he held her close to his body, her moans and babbles came from down near his knees.

  “Sooo goooood. Oh God, Logan, Sir, oh God.”

  She was enjoying this too much. He was, too, for that matter. He needed to get his head on straight. This was a punishment. He’d reward her for it later.

  Logan went back to her clit and sucked it into his mouth, feeling the erect bud with his tongue. When he inserted his fingers again, Katie tried to buck the bonds but was unable to. He bit down as he rubbed her G-spot, and she cried out. He lapped up her climax as it rushed into his mouth, but he didn’t stop.

  Walking back around to the front of Katherine, Logan wrung two more orgasms from her that way. She gripped his knees, holding on to him, and he loved it. He straightened his head back up to take a breath and wiped his mouth. She looked a little tired but was still fucking gorgeous.

  “Color?”

  “Green, Sir,” she moaned.

  “Good. Time for something a little different.” Walking around to the other side of Katherine’s ladder, he whistled a little tune before tugging the chain to bring her up higher.

  Level with his cock.

  He was hard as a fucking rock. While this was a punishment for her, he wasn’t even tempted to take a little release for himself.

  Listening and watching her come was something he didn’t think he’d ever experience again, and he was not having any of the regrets he did last time.

  Logan typically didn’t get any physical releases from his scenes; he got his pleasure from the control inherent in the play itself. Afterward, he would relive it all, and Lord knew he’d remembered Katherine’s first scene so many times, he was surprised he hadn’t worn out the panties he’d pilfered with all the rubbing he’d done with them.

  At least he had a new pair for his fantasies, but he needed more.

  Logan was a hedonist, someone who liked most aspects of the kinky BDSM lifestyle, especially the control. But his favorite part of each and every scene was going back over it again and again. That was his specific kink up until now because he refused to allow himself seconds with a woman. But with Katherine, he didn’t want to relive the scenes. He wanted to spend his time creating new ones.

  Sinking to the floor, he needed to be closer to her. Her rosy cheeks, the sweat dotting her face, the look of complete adoration she wore, all screamed at him to come closer.

  “Still green?”

  Her blue eyes opened and focused on his face. “As the greenest grass, Sir.”

  Logan pulled back to look at her. She gazed at him w
ith uncanny clarity. She knew what she wanted, and the fact she wanted him was heady knowledge. She licked her lips, still breathing heavily. Logan moved closer, mingling their breath—his tinged with her taste, and hers flavored with him—their essences swirling together in the distance between them.

  The distance he was rapidly closing with every heartbeat.

  The smooth expanse of skin on her neck was beaded with perspiration. Logan could lick it, give himself one more taste.

  Or he could move to her lips, taste the tongue that kept peeking out from between her lips. The glistening pink thing that had him hard again.

  He wasn’t horny though. He wanted to experience Katie. Katherine. This woman dangling in front of him, offering her submission so beautifully it made him want to weep.

  Fuck.

  With a grunt and an exhale, Logan came back to reality. This was Katie, whom he’d avoided successfully for the last two years.

  He could not get embroiled in a relationship with her. This was for her protection. That was all. This was what he did—he protected people, and he dominated them. With Katie, he was just killing two birds with one stone.

  Right?

  Right.

  Fuck.

  “Time for toys.” He stood, gathering his thoughts. Then he went to the table where he’d laid out all his implements. Back to the physicality of this, the mechanics. He needed to be back to Dom mode and out of the loverboy shit he was falling into.

  He snaked a hand to her tits, plumping them. She really had the best fucking tits. He palmed them, using his thumb and forefinger to tweak the nipples.

  “I’m going to clamp them now. You ready?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He pulled out the clamps, listening to her hiss as he applied pressure.

  “These are gonna be fun. I’ve been wanting to use them on someone for a while now.” They vibrated, with the use of a remote control, and he gave her a little buzz so she would know to expect it sometime soon. Then he got a vibrator from the table and used her own moisture to lube it up and before inserting it into her pussy.

  “I’m just going to fill this one hole with toys for now, but someday, I hope to have a toy in here for you and my dick in your tight ass, but you’re not ready for that yet. We may try a finger in the ass tonight, for your pleasure, of course.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice was firm yet breathless, the pulse at her neck pounding steadily. The flush across her face and chest was fucking gorgeous.

  Logan turned the vibrator to the low setting and let her get used to it. It was another one he’d wanted to try, a G-spot stimulator, but as he pushed it in and out and watched her for her reactions, he realized how badly he wanted to be in there himself.

  Not tonight. Tonight was about her. He wasn’t going to do that shit with her no matter how badly he wanted it. After this was over, he would sit down and remind himself of his damn rules because clearly, he’d forgotten.

  He found her spot, judging by the trembling in her muscles and the low keening noise she made, and turned on the nipple clamps. Reaching for the magic wand, he said, “This is going to be intense on your clit.”

  As he applied the wand to her clit to work in tandem with the vibrator inside her, he bent down and used his teeth to tug on the nipple clamps, eliciting a noise he hadn’t heard from her before.

  “Open your eyes, Katherine. I need to see them.” The blue orbs staring at him while he brought her pleasure would probably make him come in his pants. Logan also wanted to see if there was any alarm in them. With the toys, he might be doing too much. So far, she seemed to be enjoying all of this. She’d soon reach the point of no return, and he needed to be present to see it.

  She blinked in the light—the vibrator still pulsating wildly inside her—but with all the sensations she was undoubtedly feeling, she still focused on his face immediately.

  And shit, did that make him feel ten feet tall.

  “You’re doing good, sweetheart. Let’s do another one.”

  Katie had two more orgasms with the toys before Logan changed her position. She was complete mush and couldn’t even help him arrange her limbs after letting her off the ladder. When he was finished, she was on her stomach on the bed, her legs still on the spreader bar and her hands cuffed near her ankles.

  She was splayed open, her ass in the air, and Logan was practically panting behind her.

  He’d clearly been planning this. His movements were smooth and efficient, and she was along for the ride. Katie knew all she had to do was say the word “red” and all this would stop, but she didn’t want to.

  She hurt, but it was exquisite torture.

  Logan stood next to her with a small butt plug in his hand. “You want to try it?”

  She nodded, her faith in him absolute. She was up to nine orgasms, and almost done, yet he continued to bring her to the edge and over despite her not thinking it was possible.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Lubing it up, he stretched her with his fingers first.

  Nine orgasms seemed so impossible with anybody else—men who fumbled to find her clit and thought the G-spot was a myth. But the fact Logan unerringly found them immediately made nine orgasms not only possible but an eventuality.

  Still, she was a bit sore but unwilling to stop. She wanted to see how far he would go. How far she could go.

  “Good girl,” he murmured as his fingers slid in and out of her. She barely felt a small stretch with all the ghost orgasms still screaming through her. “Breathe in,” he said gently as he pushed the toy inside her. When it went past the widest point, it settled in snugly.

  He tapped it, a pleased rumble coming from his chest.

  A buzz rushed through her at the contact, and she was soaring. This time, the toys he applied were so much more …

  More everything.

  It was impossible to put into words, so she continued her litany of babble, which seemed to satisfy him. The toy in her ass vibrated against the thin wall of flesh separating the vibrating toy in her pussy, conspiring to kill her with pleasure. Katie was dripping with sweat—it was running into her eyes, smearing her makeup—and she didn’t even care. It felt too good. Her entire body pulsed with pleasure, the sensations coursing through her at an alarming rate.

  She was flying. As tightly as she was restrained, she still felt herself rise as if she were floating over her body. Then, she shattered, everything inside her breaking into a billion pieces as she flew apart.

  “Ten, Sir!” She enunciated the words, hoping he could understand them even though she couldn’t. He seemed so put together, especially in contrast to herself.

  Logan was cool and collected with his motions, the perfect Dom, but his ragged breathing betrayed him. He paid attention to her responses and made his own moves with regard to them. He was wholly focused on her. But still, his breathing showed he was utilizing every ounce of restraint he had.

  He’d come down to her level just before he switched her position, and Katie had been sure he was about to kiss her. She really thought he’d wanted to.

  But he’d reined himself in with obvious effort. Katie had tried not to show her disappointment, but it was there. Logan was clearly trying to keep his feelings out of this. Maybe that’s what a Dom/sub relationship was all about, but Katie didn’t think so. She’d read blog posts. She’d seen the love the Dom and sub felt for each other.

  But if this was how she got Logan, she would take it. At least she knew he was about to snap.

  He murmured something softly as he tweaked her nipple clamps, a gleam coming to his eyes.

  She loved that gleam.

  Then he turned everything on again, and Katie was on fire.

  And then he did it again.

  And again.

  She had no idea how many orgasms
she had before she started crying. Her body was covered in sweat, and quivered with something on a different plane from need, but she wouldn’t say red. She wouldn’t tell him to stop. Katie knew this was the only attention she would get from Logan and she was taking it.

  All of it.

  Katie had lost count, and when she mumbled something unintelligible after her last orgasm, Logan chuckled softly.

  “You’re not ever going to say it, are you?”

  “No, Sir, I’m not.” She wasn’t sure if he understood that either, but she closed her eyes and the next thing she was aware of, she was curled up in a ball on the bed in his toy room. He’d picked her up and carried her down the hall before settling her gently in a tub of hot water.

  She was wide awake.

  “Relax. Drink this. I’ll bathe you. Then we’ll go to bed.” His voice was a low whisper, instantly lulling her.

  As she leaned forward and sipped her hot cocoa, because damn, Logan did make the best, she relished his touch. Each and every callus on his palms soothed her sensitive skin as he rubbed bath gel over her back, her arms, and across her chest. Dipping his hand under the water’s surface, she felt his touch down there as he cleaned between her folds.

  She didn’t know it was possible for him to be this gentle. When he finished with her body, down to her toes, she was so relaxed she could barely move, but he wasn’t finished.

  Katie almost fell asleep while Logan washed her hair, his strong fingers deftly massaging her scalp for what seemed like hours before he used the shower nozzle to rinse her hair.

  Then he drained the tub, all the while muttering whispered words of encouragement to her.

  “You did so well tonight, baby.”

  Baby. He didn’t seem like a baby kind of guy, but the endearment slipped through his lips so effortlessly, she embraced it. She could be his baby.

  “I’ve never had a sub show me so much of herself like you do.”