by Helena Stone
“Good, Sir. Rainbows.”
“I love your rainbows, girl, but don’t forget your other words. Use them if it gets too much. There’s no hurry and I need to be sure you’ll stop me when I go too far.”
“I will, Sir. Black or gray. I promise.”
The muscles in his thighs were starting to complain but he wasn’t ready to get up yet. He squeezed her shoulders, searching for any tension. Her body relaxed under his hands and a low moan escaped her. He explored her naked skin, shoulders, arms, her tummy and up until he found her beautiful full breasts. They were made for him, a perfect fit for his hands. Cupping both of them, he softly squeezed the nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. The reaction was instant. Her nipples hardened, her back arched, pushing her upper body into his chest and her breasts more firmly into his hands. Using his nails, he pinched the stiff nipples. Her groan was all the invitation he needed.
“So sensitive.”
He attached nipple clamps to the hard buds and tightened them, listening closely to her breathing for clues. He loved this. Discovering what and how much a sub could take had to be one of the best parts of this dynamic.
He wanted to put his hand between her legs, discover exactly what his ministrations were doing to her but waited. He would take her exactly where she wanted to go first. He’d make her lose herself so she could find herself again in his arms.
When he got up, Heather’s body swayed. Jason stepped in front of her and picked up the chain connecting the two clamps.
“On your feet, girl.”
A slight pull on the chain had her gasping and rushing to her feet as best she could while blindfolded. So beautiful. So helpless. Completely at his mercy.
“Walk.”
Keeping the chain tight enough to create a constant pull on her nipples, he directed her toward a slim bench. It was a shame to let go of the chain and Heather’s soft groan showed she felt the same way. Still, it wouldn’t be for long.
Pushing her down, he positioned her until she straddled the bench, which was high enough to force her up on her toes. He attached her wrists to the ties at the end of the bench before attaching the chain between her clamps to the cuffs. Any extra sensation in her nipples would now be self-inflicted. He grinned. If she stayed still, this was as bad as it would get. If she moved though… His grin widened, safe in the knowledge she couldn’t see his face. How much she moved would be a great indication of how much she could take.
“How does that feel, beautiful?”
“It’s good, Sir.”
“Cuffs too tight? Clamps?”
“No, they’re good. I’m good. I’m…” Her voice trailed away, words escaping her.
“That’s my girl.” He made a point of lowering his voice. “Now we’re ready.”
Stepping back he admired the beautiful and inviting picture in front of him. Blindfolded and cuffed, she truly was his to do with as he pleased. His hand moved to his crotch as if it had a mind of its own. He stroked himself through the leather. God he was hard. He wanted to take his time, draw it out, make her beg and yet, every time he saw her naked, the need to just enter her was overwhelming. Restraint. Taking her would be so much better once he’d reddened her arse.
He stroked the inviting buttocks, adding a few slaps for good measure and indulged himself in the sight of her squirming. The yelp escaping her when her movement pulled on her nipples satisfied a need deep inside him. He stroked her arse again, trailing his fingers over the soft, pink skin before pushing a finger into the split between her buttocks. Her low groan when he rubbed over the tight little hole answered a question he hadn’t asked. He picked up the lube with his free hand and squeezed.
The resistance he encountered when his slick thumb pushed down might as well have been an invitation.
“Tell me you want it, Heather. Ask me for it.”
“Please, just please.”
“Please what, girl. You have to be specific.”
“Please, Sir. Your finger. My arse.”
“Want my fingers in your arse?”
“Oh, God, yes.”
She screamed the words as his thumb broke through the resistance and entered the tight space between her buttocks. Her arse moved to meet his finger and another scream escaped her lips as the movement tightened the chain attached to her nipples. He couldn’t stop himself from grinning as he worked her arse. The sounds erupting from her mouth were incoherent, didn’t even resemble words. He watched her constant struggle between needing to move along with his finger in her arse and the urge to avoid the consequent pull on her nipples. His cock throbbed in his trousers, pleading with him to be released. He was sure the groan he heard when he withdrew his thumb was caused by disappointment. Little did she know. She wouldn’t be empty for long. He grabbed the last item from the table and covered it in lube. He’d picked a medium sized one. Not too small because she was experienced, but not too big either. It had been a while, after all.
He wished he could see her face as he pushed the plug into her tight hole. He could imagine it though. He watched the muscles in her arse clench and relax in quick succession as he slowly but steadily pushed the plug deeper. He could visualize the changes as they had to be flying across her face, the heat in her eyes, her mouth open, her tongue licking her lips while she tried to catch her breath. He could hear her breathing stopping and starting, as if she had to remind herself of her need for oxygen.
The fattest part of the plug disappeared into her depths and her muscles clenched around the stem.
“It’s your job to keep it in place, Heather.”
A total lack of response had him lift his hand and slap her arse a few times.
“Answer me, Heather. Are you going to keep this plug inside for me?”
A few more slaps, a deep intake of breath and a strangled reply.
“Yes, Sir. Anything.”
He needed to be inside her. He couldn’t wait much longer. He walked around the bench and faced her, looking down at her beautifully bound body. He admired her for trying to lift her head but wasn’t surprised she couldn’t.
“Listen to me, girl.” A slight nod of her head indicated she’d heard him.
“Do you want me inside you?”
Another nod, but this time he wanted more from her.
“I can’t hear you. Don’t you want me?”
“I do. Please, Sir. I do. I need you.” Sheer desperation rang in her voice.
“Wriggle your fingers for me.”
Her body went completely still as she processed his request, before she moved her fingers. He studied her hands. They weren’t discolored and movement appeared to be no problem. Well, he smiled, wriggling wasn’t. He’d find out how well they moved soon enough.
“If you want me to fuck you, you’re going to have to release me.”
This time she did manage to lift her head. Her groan thrilled him. He moved closer, bringing his fly within reach of her fingers.
“Open those buttons, girl. Go find what you want.”
Her trembling fingers against his hyper-sensitive cock were the best kind of torture, despite the leather still covering him. He watched her fingers as they blindly searched for the first button and fought with it, trying to push it through the hole and finding the job much harder than it should be.
She made it past the first button and the second before running into trouble at the third.
“You’re half way there, beautiful. Don’t you want me?”
Her frustrated moans turned into sobs as her fingers fought with the leather.
“That’s it. Just one more and I’ll take you.”
Sobs and whimpers escaped her mouth. Soft whispers of please, please, please rang through the air. He saw her tears before she managed to release the last button on his fly.
“Good girl. Now take it out.”
His cock was dark and hard and throbbing just inches away from her mouth. Pre-cum glistened at the tip. He took a condom from his back pocket while he moved hi
s dick across her opened mouth.
“Taste me.”
Her moan when her tongue encountered his erection was almost enough to set him off. Stepping back he ripped the foil and pushed the protection over his length. He trailed his hand over her back and buttocks as he walked around the bench. His fingers moved to her vagina for the first time since he’d tied her up and found her open, wet and ready.
“What do you want?”
“You, Sir. Please. Fuck me. Take me. I need.”
“What do you need, girl?”
“You. I need to come. Please.”
Sobs replaced her words as her body started to wriggle in front of him. He knew it had to cause pain in her nipples and yet she didn’t stop. Her voice might have failed her but her whole body had taken over the job of begging him for his attention.
He pushed his tip against her cunt and only just managed to suppress a groan. God he wanted her. He needed to be inside her, deep and hard but forced himself to push forward an inch at a time.
“You’re so tight with the plug. Feel how I fill you.”
“Yeeesss.” She hissed the word.
He stopped moving the moment he had fully entered her. He looked at the plug and twisted it. Her vagina contracted around his cock, squeezing him even harder. It nearly became his undoing. If he didn’t move now, he’d come without properly fucking her.
Bending forward, he found the chain attached to her breasts and grabbed it. He pulled almost all the way out before plunging into her again. His body took over and all restraint evaporated as he fucked her hard. He knew every hard push forced her clit against the soft material of the bench. He could feel her clenching around him.
“Not yet. Don’t come until I tell you to.”
Sobs, cries and moans were her only response. He was so close. Just a little bit longer, he just wanted to hear it one more time.
“Please. Sir. Please.”
“Yes. Now, Heather. Give it to me now.”
As her body exploded around him, he grabbed the plug and slowly pulled it out. Her pussy squeezed and relaxed, milking his cock as he drove her on, extending her orgasm for as long as he could. He dropped the plug to the floor as his balls contracted. He heard a roar. For a long moment he was lost.
He only barely managed to stay on his feet. Jason wasn’t quite sure where he found the strength but he took a step back and discarded the condom before turning his attention to the now motionless woman in front of him. Bending his body over hers he moved his hands to her nipples.
“Deep breath, Heather.”
He released both clamps at the same time. The scream he’d expected didn’t come. Her breath stalled for a moment and her body tightened before she went limp and silent again.
Suddenly worried by her lack of reaction he walked around the bench and untied her hands, which dropped down. She didn’t try to move, didn’t lift her head, didn’t even shake her hands. Her body was still and suddenly looked too small and fragile.
Lifting her chin, he looked at her face. Her mouth was slack, her eyes were open but didn’t appear to be seeing anything. He lifted her up and carried her to the big four-poster bed in the middle of the room. Laying her down on her back, he crawled next to her, pulling her into his arms. He listened to her breathing, felt her heart’s steady beat underneath his hand.
“Come back to me, beautiful. You were so good. You’re magnificent. Come back to me now.”
All his insecurities returned in a flash. Had he gone too far? Had he pushed too hard? Shit, he hadn’t asked her about her state of mind in ages. He could have kicked himself. What was the point in having safe words if he didn’t ask her for them? Maybe he’d been right all along. He just wasn’t up to this anymore. He’d lost it somewhere along the way. Hector and Heather were wrong. He wasn’t a Dom. He was a big failure.
“Jason?”
The soft whisper loosened something in his chest he hadn’t known was tied up.
“I’m here, baby. Are you okay?”
He looked at her eyes as she struggled to focus on his. The small smile forming on her lips giving him the reassurance he needed.
“Oh yes. I flew. You made me fly, Jason. I was there, among the rainbows.” The smile grew wider. “And it was heavenly.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
She guessed it could have been worse. In fact, up until a few hours ago things had been running more smoothly than she’d dared hope. About half the invitees had arrived yesterday, from late afternoon until well into the evening. Catching up with those familiar faces had been great. She’d been worrying about nothing. There had been no awkward moments, no difficult questions. People had been happy to see her again, nothing more and nothing less.
Far more importantly, so far, everybody she’d spoken to had sounded impressed with The Blowhole, delighted with their accommodation and positive about everything Jason’s club had to offer. Hector and Amber’s demonstration the previous evening had gone down a treat. It had been the same one she’d seen the night of her breakdown, but this time she’d been able to fully enjoy it.
She grinned at the face staring back at her in the mirror. The time she and Jason had spent together in his room afterwards had been even more enjoyable. She couldn’t quite believe how easy submitting to Jason had turned out to be. It was as if the connection between her body and her mind shut down the moment he put his hands on her. As soon as his voice changed tone, free will disappeared until all she was left with was the undeniable urge to please him. She wasn’t quite ready to admit it out loud, but if she was honest with herself—and if she couldn’t be honest with herself, who could she be honest with?—it felt natural to submit to this man.
She stretched out on her bed and smiled. It was good to have some time on her own now. Lunch, on the terrace in the sunshine, had gone well. Even Rogan had seemed to enjoy himself.
Rogan. Just thinking of the man made her frown. He and his sub had been the last guests to arrive late this morning. She was sure it was part of a well thought out plan to intimidate Jason before he even met him. And Rogan had made his presence felt from the moment he stepped through the front door. He’d barely given his surroundings a second glance, as if they weren’t worth his attention. Jason, on the other hand, had gotten the full force of his scrutiny. Rogan had taken his time to look Jason over from head to toe before welcoming him to the Irish fetish community, as if Rogan were the host and Jason the guest. She’d watched Jason closely as his face went blank. She’d been proud of him for taking the moral high ground. Thanking Rogan for his words and welcoming him to The Blowhole had been a small victory. If Rogan had expected to come up against a pushover, he knew better now.
All sense of victory had fled when Rogan had turned to her and asked her if she’d come to her senses. She’d felt Jason tense beside her and had said a small prayer he’d keep his mouth shut and allow her to deal with it. She vividly recalled every single word of their short and not altogether friendly conversation.
“Well, girl, I told you I’d see you soon enough. Have you come to your senses yet?”
She’d glared at him before answering.
“There was never anything wrong with my senses, Rogan.”
His frown when she used his name rather than any title he might have been hoping for, had given her a jolt of pure pleasure. Unfortunately it hadn’t been enough to disabuse him of his delusions.
“I don’t know about that, sub.” He’d made sure to stress that last word. “But I can wait. Sooner or later you’ll realize what you are and what you need. When you do, you’ll come crawling to me. My leniency will depend on how much time has passed. Remember who I am. Without me, you have no way back.”
Gratitude for Jason filled her again. She didn’t know where he’d found the restraint, but he’d stayed calm while he pointed out to the arrogant so-and-so that now was neither the time nor the place for this particular conversation, before finding someone to show Rogan to his room.
Jason had bee
n fit to be tied by the time they found a moment on their own. He’d suggested sending Rogan straight back to Dublin and had only reconsidered after she’d reminded him of Rogan’s position in the Dublin community. If Rogan left and the rest of the Dublin crowd followed him back to the East Coast, the whole weekend would end before it properly started and Jason’s opportunity to establish The Blowhole as a viable club would be gone. Even with those arguments it had taken a while and a lot of persuading before Jason had agreed to let Rogan stay. At the time they’d both taken comfort from the presence of his sub. They had taken it as proof that Rogan was prepared, at least for now, to leave Heather alone. The feeling had been short lived. They’d since discovered the girl wasn’t his sub but rather another one of his trainees.
Heather shook her head and banished the memories. She needed to keep her mind on the here and now. The meeting of the Doms was about to start and would go on for a while longer, followed by Leo and Roger’s demonstration. Then, after dinner, it would be Jason’s turn. He still wasn’t happy about it but had resigned himself to the idea. A smile spread across Heather’s face again. She couldn’t wait to see him in action. She knew, with absolute certainty, it would be fantastic, even if her lover had his doubts.
Loud knocking on the door shook Heather out of her musings.
“Heather, are you there? Open the door, Heather.”
Amber’s voice was frantic. Heather couldn’t shake the feeling of pending doom. She’d never seen the girl anything other than happy and carefree.
“Amber?”
One look at the young sub’s face confirmed her suspicions, something was definitely wrong.
“I just got a text from Hector.” Amber’s blue eyes were filled with worry. “That Dom we were all warned about? Rogan? He’s decided all subs should join their Doms at the end of the meeting. Hector’s text told me to get ready and talk to you. We need to…”
Heather turned around and walked away from the door, tuning out Amber’s voice as thoughts rushed through her head. She understood Hector and Amber’s worry. They saw this as a challenge to Jason’s authority. As far as she was concerned, it was a golden opportunity to kill two birds with one stone. Rogan had just handed her the perfect way to get him off her case for good.
