Her eyes widened at his look, and she wondered just what was going through that devious mind of his. “I feel good.” She drew out the words slowly, not sure if she was going to like whatever he was thinking of doing.
With a chuckle, Rhett slid off the bed and pulled open a drawer in the bedside table. After moving so fast with her the previous week, which he knew had been a colossal mistake, he decided to have a little fun and tease her a little. Pulling out a set of fur lined ankle and wrist cuffs, he dangled them teasingly in the air. “Since you’re fully functional now, I have a few ideas.”
Nibbling on her lip, she felt the urge to ask him just what he had in mind, but realized it wasn't a good idea. “Do your worst, Sir.” She had no idea why she had challenged him, it hadn’t been her intention, but the words popped out of her mouth before she could stop them.
In response Rhett threw his head back and laughed deeply. “Oh, sweetheart, you shouldn’t have said that.” Controlling his mirth, he moved quickly to secure her, spread-eagled, to the bed.
Topless, and utterly vulnerable to him, Leah found herself thinking that he might be right. “I take it back, Sir.” She wasn’t genuinely afraid, but since she had no idea what he was thinking of doing to, or with, her it was a little unnerving.
“Let’s not, sweetheart, I look forward to seeing how long it will take you to use your safe word tonight.” He had no intention of torturing her, at least not in the way she was almost certainly thinking. Pleasure, in his opinion, could be just as torturous as pain, when done in the right manner.
Her heart raced as she followed him with her eyes. She could see the wheels in his brain working, and knew that this might be one of the worst times she’d opened her mouth inappropriately.
Smirking as he noted the way her eyes remained on him as he walked around the bed he shook his head. “This will never do.” Walking back over to the nightstand, he took out a red silk scarf and moved to the head of the bed. “Lift your head, sweetheart.” He waited until she had complied and then tied the scarf securely over her eyes, smiling at her groan of dismay.
The inability to see made her hearing more acute, though just then she wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing. The sound of things clanking around, things which she could only assume were objects he planned to use on her, both thrilled and frightened her simultaneously. The last time she had been blindfolded he had pierced her clit, a memory she was unlikely to forget for some time to come.
Before coming home, he had purchased some new toys, toys he was aching to test out on Leah, to see her reaction to them. “Remember, if you don’t like anything tonight, just use your words; yellow to slow things down, red to stop.”
“Yes, Sir,” Leah whispered uncertainly. Being totally without sight and at his mercy was a little nerve wracking, and she struggled to keep her breathing even.
He deliberately took his time cleansing and then arranging the toys on the bedside table, knowing that the extra time would heighten her senses. From the way her slight form was trembling, he had achieved what he was after, and she was filled with uncertainty and worry.
Lifting a small pair of fabric scissors from the table he moved to the hem of her skirt. “I’ll have to buy you another one of these,” he said with a quick laugh as he cut the dress from the hem to the waist. Parting the fabric, which left her in just a pair of lacy white panties and thigh high stockings, he moved the scissors to her panties.
A quick snip at the elastic on either side of her waist dealt with the panties, and he pulled the scrap of material away, leaving her fully exposed to him.
Leah moaned softly as the cold air wafted over her skin, brushing against her sensitive lips. She was perfectly bared to him now, and her core drenched at the thought. “Sir,” she whimpered helplessly, aching to have him touch her, whether it be with fingers, tongue or shaft.
“Impatient are we?” Chuckling once more he lifted the pin wheel from the table and lightly rolled it over her flat abdomen. Her muscles clenched at the sensation and he laughed softly before maneuvering it up between her breasts.
The sensation tickled, and she wasn’t sure if she loved it or hated it as her body tensed. As the small wheel lightly grazed her nipple, she gasped. The sensation was both pleasurable and painful on the sensitive peak, and she held her breath as it moved back down her body.
He smiled in delight at how her body was responding as he trailed the spiked metal toy down her thighs, past her knees, and then on to the most sensitive part at the bottom of her feet. She tugged futilely at her restraints as he continued the gentle torture.
Leah found herself torn between the desire to laugh and cry as her feet were tickled by the strange toy. It was almost, but not quite, painful and her mind struggled to describe the sensation. She had never thought that tickling a person’s feet could cause such a reaction. “Sir, please!” she begged with a laugh she couldn’t stop.
Grinning at her response, Rhett placed the toy back on the table. “Your feet aren’t what you want tortured, sweetheart?” Picking up a long feather he slowly moved it up her thigh, then down again. Moving to the other leg, he mimicked the movement, only that time he allowed the feather to trail lightly over her clit.
Leah lifted her hips, wanting to maintain contact with the object, whatever it was, and groaned in disappointment as he moved it over her shaved mound and around her navel. For long minutes he continued the torture with the feather, until her core was clenching in need; biting down on her lip she forced herself not to beg.
Putting the feather aside, he tapped her lip lightly with his fingers, pleased when she released it immediately. Without warning he moved his hand down and lightly, teasingly, slapped the sensitive folds of her sex.
Crying out at the sensation, she was astounded to realize she wanted more. The gentle slap was more of what she needed than the feather had been, but what she really ached for was his fingers or his mouth. Whimpering she arched her hips off the bed, trying to encourage him to give her what she wanted and needed.
Encouraged by her wordless demand, Rhett lifted a small vibrating bullet from the table and turned it on. As lightly as he could manage, he slid it over her clit and allowed it to tease the entrance to her core before he removed it.
Her core was aching more than she would have thought possible after he had completed the same move several more times. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could handle his teasing. Her body wanted fulfillment, and it wasn’t prepared to wait much longer. She moaned in disappointment when the bullet was replaced by the feather.
He was enjoying his little game, and was determined not to fulfill her body’s needs until she demanded it. Using the feather, he moved it quickly back and forth across her clit piercing before pulling it away again. Deciding to up the stakes in his favor, he lowered his mouth and allowed his tongue to delve inside her drenched core for a few delicious plunges before returning to using the feather.
Her body was going to combust, she was sure of it, when he changed tactics yet again. The feather was not nearly enough sensation, and she was almost ready to cry out in frustration. As he moved back to the vibrating bullet, allowing it to tease her clit only, she’d had all she could take. “Please, Sir, would you just fuck me already.” Even as she said the words her face flushed bright red.
Laughing at her demand, he considered torturing her more, but his cock was rock hard and demanding its own fulfillment. “Well, since you asked so nicely, sweetheart.” He allowed his words to trail off and moved between her parted thighs. Instead of giving her what she longed for though, he slowly entered her a few inches and then pulled himself from her clenching flesh.
She wanted to rip the cuffs off, grab his sexy ass and force him to take her. His teasing had her libido at a new high, and his slow and easy technique just wasn’t cutting it. “Sir, please!” She hadn’t meant to scream the words, but her body was demanding release.
With a low laugh Rhett pushed slowly inside her tight glove u
ntil he was as deep in her as his long, thick length would go. “We don’t always get what we want, sweetheart.” With deliberate, slow movements he rode her, not quite sure which of them he was making suffer worse. His cock throbbed with the need to pound into her flesh until he came, but he was the one in control, and he was determined to make her suffer as much as possible before he allowed her to find her release.
Leah whimpered as he slowly made love to her, the desire for release stronger than she had ever felt it. It was agonizing and mind blowing all at the same time. Her mind was screaming at her to demand that he take her over the edge, and the buildup was overwhelming her thoughts, leaving her unable to think of anything else.
When she finally reached that pinnacle, and dove off into the ocean of pleasure on the other side of it, she screamed his name. Her voice loud enough to vibrate the walls, or at least that was how she felt.
Knowing he had conquered her passion he finally allowed himself to take his pleasure, pulling out at the very last moment to spray her belly with his seed. The moment he was spent he rolled onto his back, attempting to catch his breath. The exertion of playing his game was just as mentally and emotionally exhausting for him, as it had been for her, but it had been more than worth it, he thought.
Many long minutes later he got to his feet, lifting her into his arms he carried her into the bathroom, where he washed her with a tenderness that revealed the depth of his feelings for her.
They both feel into a deep and exhausted sleep the moment they returned to the bed and were beneath the covers.
3
OPEN EYES
When she woke the next morning Leah found she was alone, a note on the now clean table next to the bed. She smiled as she read Rhett’s words. He hadn’t wanted to wake her before he left for work; she looked so beautiful while she was asleep.
The previous night had been incredible, she thought as memories of it came back to her. The dungeon scene had been wonderful, far more so than she had expected it to be, but it was his teasing after play in the bedroom that she remembered best, and with the greatest pleasure.
A rumble from her stomach told her she needed to get out of bed, as much as she was tempted to stay there for the rest of the morning. Not only did she need to deal with her hunger, she needed to continue her hunt for a job.
It wasn’t until she was out of the bed that she realized she had nothing to wear. The skirt and panties she had worn the day before, Rhett had cut off her, and the shirt was still down in the dungeon; at least she presumed it was still there, that was where she had left it, along with her bra. Shaking her head at the situation, she grabbed Rhett's bathrobe out of the bedroom and slid it on.
Feeling a little self-conscious wearing just the robe she made her way downstairs, her bare feet making almost no noise on the carpeted stairs. She hummed to herself as she made her way through the house to the kitchen, which took her a few moments to find.
“Good morning, miss.”
The voice startled her as she entered the kitchen and Leah jumped in surprise. Recovering, she saw one of Rhett’s servants wiping down the island counter in the middle of the spacious kitchen.
“Oh, um, good morning,” Leah returned the greeting uncertainly, not in the least bit sure how she should address the man before her. She had never really dealt with servants before, and seeing him reminded her that life as she knew it was changing in ways that didn’t just involve sex.
“Would you care for some breakfast, miss?” the servant asked, stopping his cleaning duties.
Since that was what she had come to the kitchen for Leah nodded, though she had expected to have to sort out breakfast for herself . “Uh, what do you have?” she asked, uncomfortably aware that she didn’t have the first clue what sort of food Rhett kept in his house. With the exception of the previous night, when they had enjoyed a light dinner together, she and Rhett had not really eaten at his house during their time together.
“I can prepare you almost anything you might wish to eat, miss. I am an excellent chef,” the servant declared without a trace of modesty. “What would you like?”
A fresh rumble from her stomach told Leah how hungry she was and she blurted out the first thing she thought of. “Pancakes and bacon; is that possible?”
“Of course, miss, it will be ready shortly.”
Part of her was thankful she didn’t have to prepare breakfast for herself, but another part found it strange to have someone else making it for her, especially since she wasn’t in a restaurant or anything.
“I take it Rhett wore you out last night if you need all of that.”
Leah spun on her heel at the sound of the new voice, which came from right behind her, and found herself face to face with Rhett’s friend, Alex.
Blushing, and uncomfortably aware that she was naked under the robe she had on, Leah could only nod and grin self-consciously while she wondered what he was doing there. After a moment or two she remembered that Rhett had invited him to stay at the house until he found a home.
“Well I’m sure you’ll work it all off, one way or another.” Easing past Leah, which made her powerfully aware of the manly odor of sweat that came from him, indicating he hadn’t long finished exercising in some fashion, he made his way over to the fridge. “So how long have you and Rhett known one another?” he asked as he turned away from the fridge, a bottle of water in his hand. He was more than a little curious about the woman that had managed to convince his old friend to offer up marriage, and didn't mind asking her the questions he wanted answers to.
“Um, a few weeks.” She had no idea why, but Alex made her very nervous. She told herself it wasn’t because he was so beautiful, his sweaty and breathless state made him all the more so, but the fact that he was a stranger and she knew next to nothing about him.
“A few weeks?” Alex was floored by her response. The woman was beautiful, there was no doubt about that, but Rhett always had beautiful women flocking to him, his money and his charisma ensured that, it didn’t explain why Rhett had proposed. There was definitely a story to their relationship, brief as it, and he was determined to hear it, just as soon as he could.
Not aware she was doing it; Leah brushed a stray strand of hair away from her eyes and forced herself to look him square in the face. She was a little disturbed by how attractive she found him; it didn’t seem right that she should think that of anyone but Rhett. “Um, yes, I was invited to one of his dungeon parties when a friend of mine decided to, um, come out of the closet, I guess you would call it.”
Nodding and biting back a chuckle at her terminology, he took a sip of his bottled water before answering. “So I guess you’ve haven't been a submissive for long.” He was trying to understand just what it was about her that had ensnared Rhett. She was young, that didn’t surprise him, but what did was her lack of confidence; most of the women in his lifestyle were not timid in any way, as much as the media liked to portray them as such.
“Well, Rhett is my first master.” She wasn’t about to admit to a total stranger just how inexperienced she was, but she felt she could say that much safely.
That explained a lot, Alex thought; introducing someone to the lifestyle tended to create a stronger bond than normally existed between master and submissive. At least that was what he had discovered on the one occasion he had allowed a neophyte to convince him of her interest in his lifestyle. After she had left to have a normal life, as she called it, he had vowed never to deal with such intense feelings again, and had strictly avoided untrained submissive's since.
“Do you mind if I join you for breakfast, I hate eating alone.”
Leah shrugged, not able to think of a reason to decline, nor did she feel particularly inclined to do so. “Sure, if you want to.”
With a grin Alex settled himself at the island counter. “I’ll have what she’s having,” he told the servant, who had been paying no attention to their conversation as he prepared Leah’s breakfast.
“Yes, Sir.�
�� The servant gave a nod and fetched more food. “Would you like something to drink?”
“Coffee for me, what about you, Leah?” Alex asked.
“Coffee’s good for me too.” Leah was a little surprised to see Alex sit himself at the island bar, something about his demeanor suggested he was too proper to just sit causally with her. Her eyes couldn't stop roaming over his long, well-toned form, and she felt more than a little guilty for assessing him.
The coffee arrived quickly, a quality French roast whose delicious aroma filled the kitchen, and they sipped it in silence for a few moments. Leah was more than a little happy for the distraction of drinking her beverage.
“So what kind of work do you do?” Alex asked finally, deciding that he should make at least some effort to get to know his friend’s fiancé, since they would be living together, even if only for a short while.
“I just finished my Bachelors of Science in Business, so at this point I'm looking for a job.”
The food arrived just then and Alex smiled when Leah dove in without hesitation. Her lack of refinement was a breath of fresh air to him. Most of the women he knew were far too concerned with appearing unladylike and would have taken the smallest and daintiest of bites. Her behavior with her food provided at least some hint as to what had so drawn Rhett to her that he proposed. “So you’re looking to intern.” It was more an observation than a question. “Is there any specialty you are considering?”
Leah crunched her way through a piece of bacon, crisp, just the way she liked it, before she answered him with a nod. “At this point I just really want to get my feet wet and make use of my degree. I think I’d love to do something with promotions though. I think I'd like the idea of putting together the ideas behind a project and then seeing it become a success.”
“You could join me at the company I just acquired,” Alex said, sipping at his coffee. Though he had requested the same as what Leah was eating he wasn’t really big on breakfast and only picked at the food before him. “It’s an advertising firm; there are plenty of opportunities for advancement.”
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