Double Down

by Desiree Holt

  “Hello, Drew. I’m pleased to see you here tonight.”

  “Good evening, Mistress.” He bowed his head in a deferential gesture.

  “Have you already made plans?”

  She knew there were two other Dommes with whom he regularly played. The three women respected each other’s territory with him.

  “No.” He grinned, showing his gleaming white teeth. “As a matter of fact, I was hoping you would be here.”

  She quirked an eyebrow. “Any particular reason or just the usual?”

  “I wanted to show you something. A surprise for you.” He looked at the couple he’d been chatting with, and they grinned up at him. “I told Garth and Malia, but I wanted to wait to display it for your eyes.”

  “Well, don’t keep me waiting,” she commanded. “Show your Mistress what your surprise is.”

  He tugged the hem of his shirt from his pants, letting it fall loose about his hips, and slowly unbuttoned each of the brass buttons that held the flimsy material together. When the last fastener had popped through the buttonhole, he pulled the fabric apart to expose his chest. Lee’s eyes widened slightly. The hard, muscled, hairless chest was a familiar sight to her, but what was new were two small golden rings, one dangling from each nipple.

  She licked her lower lip, slicking her tongue over the red lipstick. They had discussed this the last few times they had spent time together. She had a fascination with nipple rings for men, aware of the male sensitivity there, and she knew Drew’s nipples would be even more responsive than usual with his piercings. Slowly she reached out one finger and tugged lightly on one of the rings, knowing the sensation would be like a streak of lightning to his cock and his balls. She would have used her teeth, her preference, but she would save that for when they were in a room alone.

  Drew’s nostrils flared slightly, and her own nipples tingled in response to his reaction.

  “Very nice,” she said at last. “A nice treat for your Mistress.”

  “Just for you,” he acknowledged. “I can choose not to wear them for others if it pleases you.”

  “We’ll see.”

  She smoothed a hand over the fly of his pants, feeling the hard bulge of his cock and then, beneath it, his balls. Gently she squeezed, then slightly harder, rewarded by the slight intake of his breath. She looked down at the couple he’d been sitting with.

  “Thank you for keeping Drew company, but I’m sure you’ll excuse us now.”

  “Of course.” Malia gave her a knowing smile. “I hope you both enjoy your evening.”

  Lee turned and headed toward John, still at his same post, fully aware Drew would follow behind her. The owner smiled as she approached.

  “I have your usual room reserved and ready for you, Mistress Star.” He slid a small key card from his pocket and handed it to her. “I’m sure you’ll both enjoy your evening.”

  Lee strode down the thickly carpeted hallway, Drew following her. She slid the key card into the lock of the room she always preferred. Inside, she turned and watched as Drew closed the door then came to stand before her, hands behind his back, but he had not bowed his head, instead looking directly at her. Such a battle he fought each time, making her work for every degree of submission he gave her. She had come to realize, however, that, for him, half the need, half the satisfaction, was making her work for it. And hoping she would increase the punishment accordingly.

  Tonight he would more than get what he wished for. She had her own demons to battle and a hunger that needed to be sated.

  “Safe word, please,” she reminded him, “before we proceed further.”

  “It is the same, Mistress.”

  She scowled at him. “Are you being insolent?”

  “No, no, Mistress. Not at all.” He cleared his throat. “Symphony.”

  Ah, yes. Because he saw the sexual play they engaged in as musical parts that all came together as one smooth piece at the end.

  “Remove your clothes, insolent sub,” she ordered. “Do not keep me waiting.”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  But he did it with a slow insolence that was deliberate. Anticipation blazed in his eyes as he undid the buttons on the cuffs and slid out of his shirt, folding it and placing it on a small table against the wall. Next came the shoes, loafers that he toed off easily. No socks. He’d once told her he hated wearing them and avoided them at all costs. The leather pants were made of such thin fabric that, rather than the usual button and zipper, they were held together with narrow laces. He opened the placket slowly, his eyes still locked with hers, daring her to order him to move faster. Oh, yes, Drew was a sub who was driven by the need to challenge her.

  That was why he never closed his eyes, even at the peak of pleasure and pain, even during a climax ripping through his body. Lee knew he needed that connection and used her eyes to control him as much as anything else.

  When the slacks had been loosened, he eased them down his narrow hips and long legs, stepped out of them, and placed them on the table with his shirt. Returning to his former position, he stood with legs apart, hands clasped behind him, displaying his wares for her inspection. God, he had a magnificent cock. Long and thick, with a dark plum-colored head, it sprang free and pointed toward his flat abdomen. Beneath it, his testicles lay heavy in a sac against his thighs.

  Slowly she circled his body, taking in every delicious inch of him. Broad shoulders tapered to narrow hips, his belly so hard and flat that it made the cut of the pubic bone more obvious. His legs were long and muscular, dusted very lightly with hair much darker than the blazing white on his head. Matching curls of hair formed a line from his navel straight to his penis, like a line drawn on a map. Sometimes she gave in to an urge to lick him all over, to use her mouth on every inch of him while he was forced to hold back his release.

  What should be her choices tonight? She badly needed an orgasm, but she had no intention of having him thrust his shaft inside her. She reserved that for the ultimate reward after a night of complete and very satisfying BDSM play, a night when her submissive had satisfied her in many other ways and she permitted it as his reward.

  She studied the room, although she was so familiar with its contents and layout she could have drawn it in her sleep. The walls were painted a soft cream, soothing, to counteract the whirlpool of emotions that would spin in its confines. Dark wood beams were spaced across the ceiling, a variety of manacles and other restraints attached to them, ready to be lowered at a moment’s notice. The carpeting was as thick here as in the rest of Infinity, except for a large polished square of wood. Sometimes a Dominant wanted his or her submissive to kneel on the unforgiving surface of the wood rather than the soft cushioning of the carpet.

  In one corner stood the St. Andrew’s Cross, made of dark gray wood and fastened together with gleaming metal strips and bolts. This was a favorite of hers when she used the flogger and the crop, although tonight it didn’t fit what she had in mind. The spanking bench stood by itself, thickly padded with dark brown leather. Coiled on hooks along one side were wide leather straps for the times when restraining a sub was desired. She’d brought this particular sub to orgasm on that bench using a paddle many times. Tonight she wanted—needed—something different.

  She stopped at the tilted board, a highly polished slab of honey-colored wood that was well padded and had rows of leather straps attached along both long sides. Yes, that would do very nicely.

  Drew had not moved from his pose, awaiting her instructions, but she could almost see his body vibrating with the need for punishment and satisfaction.

  “Go and stand by the board,” she commanded.

  He stared at her for a long moment, heat flaring in his eyes before he moved. Leaving him to wonder what she had planned, she opened the top drawer in the armoire against one wall, carefully selecting the items she’d need. Next she removed three things from the rack on the wall and carried everything to a table near the board. Drew’s gaze shifted to take everything in, but he m
ade no comment.

  “I’m going to remove those nipple rings for a moment, sub. When I return them, there will be a little something extra added.

  He stood silent and motionless while she detached the rings one at a time. Then she threaded first one then the other through a bead that had a tiny cylinder attached to it. When she had them both ready, she took one, threaded the needle-thin metal though the piercing on one nipple and locked it into place. Then she repeated the process with the other nipple. Picking up a fob from the little table, she depressed the button on it. The muscles in Drew’s body tightened as the tiny vibrators attached to the nipple rings kicked into gear, sending tremors stimulating his nerve endings. She permitted herself a tiny smile of satisfaction at his reaction.

  “I can adjust the intensity,” she informed him. “We’ll leave it on low for the moment.” She fiddled with the adjustments on the board until it was tilted at a forty-five degree angle then nodded at Drew. “You know what I’m looking for. Take your position against the board. And Drew? Remember the rules. You do not come until I give you permission.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” His voice sounded gravelly, already tight with the effort at restraint.

  He’d done it many times before. This was not a new game for them. Tonight she planned to add something additional, but that was for later. Silently he leaned against the board, bracing his feet on the floor. Still his eyes were trained on her. She knew it would take the entire playtime before he finally reached the point where he lowered his gaze in ultimate submission.

  She seldom talked to her subs, except to give them instructions. She was not here for conversation. She had plenty of that in her job. So she kept silent as she applied scented oil from a tiny bottle to Drew’s sculpted, magnificent muscles and body contours. Stroking her hands over his skin gave her inordinate pleasure, stimulating her senses and sparking her nerve endings. She caressed him slowly, her fingers tracing every ridge and indentation.

  When she reached his cock, she poured a tiny drop of the oil in her palm and wrapped her fingers around his swollen shaft. She took her time, slowly stroking up and down, her eyes focused on his face to watch his reaction. The slight intake of breath, the narrowing of his eyes, the twitch of muscle in his jaw were his only signs of response.

  Lee was careful to keep her caresses at a slow and steady pace. She wanted him aroused but not yet to the point of orgasm. No, that would be the ultimate release for him when she was finished. She noted the increased rise and fall of his chest as she worked the oil into his skin and the drumming of his pulse at the hollow of his throat. The more her fingers massaged the oil into his cock, the more his muscles tightened and his body tensed, every movement she made heightened by the tiny vibrations the enhanced nipple rings were sending through him. She loved to watch him fight off response, to hold back unless she commanded him otherwise. She heard the hissing intake of his breath when she rubbed the oil into the soft skin of his scrotum, taking a moment to manipulate his balls with her fingers.

  When she finished, she capped the bottle and set it aside. Then, working with careful precision, she lifted each strap attached to the sides of the board and fastened them around Drew’s body. Narrower straps wound around each leg and back to the edge of the board so the tongue of the buckle could pierce the hole of the leather. Then came the bindings for the arms so he was effectively secured to the board, arms held down at his sides, unable to move. The final strap, wider than the others, crossed over his groin and fastened on the other side. He could move his head but little else. Early in their sessions she had discovered the restraints alone aroused him, presenting him as completely helpless and at her mercy. Which, indeed, he was.

  Next, she selected three circles of flexible material, cock rings that she slid very slowly over his engorged penis. She found the use of these to be incredibly stimulating for her submissives, and Drew had nearly exploded the first time she circled them around his penis. Fitting them tightly at the base of his shaft would cut off the regular flow of blood and cause his shaft to swell and thicken even more. She turned her head to catch his expression and saw heat blazing from his eyes, turning his irises electric blue. How easily he was aroused these days, how little punishment it took to push him to this point. Soon he might not present enough challenge to her, but for now? He was exactly what she needed.

  Letting out a slow breath, she picked up her favorite flogger made of tiny strips of heavy outer leather with the inner ones softer for a lighter sting. For Drew she had discovered that this particular toy, more than any other, stimulated his endorphins. She licked the tip of one finger and brushed it lightly back and forth over the head of his shaft, noting the rush of color to his face. Then, with a dexterous twist of her wrist, she swept the toy back and forth over his body, beginning at his ankles, working her way along his thighs, over his flat stomach, up the hard wall of his chest, and then, just as unhurriedly, back down again.

  She avoided his cock until she had made the circuit three more times, all the time watching his reaction.

  “I’m not going to permit you to fuck me tonight,” she told him in a controlled voice.

  When he opened his mouth to protest, she reached between his thighs and squeezed his balls. His nostrils flared, and the vein in his neck throbbed, but he remained mute.

  “Tonight you will suck my pussy until I come. If you have done a good job and satisfied me, then I will permit you to enjoy your own climax.”

  He looked as if he’d strangle her if she would only release his bindings, but he merely gave a brief, restricted nod of his head. She knew the low, continued humming of the vibrators on the nipple rings was only heightening everything he felt.

  In another moment she replaced the flogger she’d been using with the special flogger she preferred, one with four short straps that had been stiffened and had cuts in them so, when it struck flesh, it made tiny stings in several places. This was one of Drew’s favorite forms of punishment, the multiple little bites on his skin so erotic to his body she had to take care not to go overboard or it would be nearly impossible for him to hold back his release.

  But she was an expert with this implement, so much so that she had been asked to train other Doms and Dommes in its use. She had a confidence born of long experience. Twisting her wrist, she applied the flogger deftly along his legs, smiling as she saw the pattern of red marks appear on his skin. The oil made them that much more pronounced. Ankle to thigh and back again. Wrist to shoulder and back again. Then repeating, over and over, until Drew was panting, the rush of endorphins pushing him toward a climax.

  Just as suddenly, she stopped and tossed the toy aside. By this time, between the vibrating nipple rings, the bindings, and the floggers, she knew Drew was near his breaking point. She placed herself directly in front of him, leaned close to his face, and put her lips near his ear.

  “Do you want to come, my handsome sub?”

  “Yes, please.” His voice grated. “Please, Mistress.”

  “Me, first,” she told him.

  Pressing a button built into the board, she set a motor to humming, and the board tilted backward so his head was downward at approximately a forty-five degree angle. Placing her hands on her hips, she straddled his head, her stiletto heels giving her the extra height she needed, and placed her cunt directly over his mouth.

  “Through my panties,” she whispered. “Use that very talented tongue of yours, and you will be rewarded.”

  She sensed the vibrations of his body as he strained for self-control, but she knew he would not disappoint her. He had learned early on the punishment for being a disobedient sub.

  Her eyes glued to his face, she watched as he placed his lips on her and ran his rough tongue through her slit, silken fabric and all. She had worn her clit ring tonight, and it bumped against his jaw, setting off tremors in her cunt. Without being instructed, he knew to take it in his teeth and tug on it. The pressure and touch set off a low throbbing in her inner walls, sensatio
ns that skittered through her body. He lapped at the new freshet of her liquid and sucked again, sometimes pressing harder, sometimes easing up on the pressure. They’d done this dance before, so he knew exactly what it took to bring her to climax. Not too fast, but not too slow. Just the right tempo. Stroke, stroke, stroke. Up and down the lips of her cunt, rubbing over her now-inflamed clit, biting gently, and pulling that hard bud into his mouth.

  She was so wet she could smell her own scent, but she wanted to prolong this as much as possible. Every muscle in Drew’s entire body was taut, clenched, straining against the straps that restrained every inch of him. His cock had swelled even more, the skin darkened from the restricted blood flow. The head had deepened to purple, shiny with the drops of precum spilling from the slit. She was familiar enough with his body to know he was at the ragged edge of orgasm and exerting all his self-control to await her permission.

  “Faster,” she told him now. Then she pulled the teeny scrap of fabric on her mound to the side. “I want your tongue inside me, sub. Right now.”

  Obediently he thrust it deep, scraping her inner walls. She rocked on it, adjusting herself so her clit rode over his lips as he fucked her with his tongue. Her response was enhanced even more by the sight of him restrained from shoulders to ankle and only able to use his mouth to pleasure her. She thought to close her eyes but, instead, looked downward, seeing only Drew’s chin and the flex of his muscles just beneath as he worked his tongue faster and faster.

  There! She was almost there. Just a little more. Just a little….

  Spasms gripped her, shaking her body, the muscles of her inner walls clamping down on Drew’s tongue as her cream flooded his mouth. With an effort of will borne of long training, she held herself in place over his face until the last of the tremors subsided. She took a long moment to pull herself together before she moved back from her position. When she looked down again, she saw Drew’s mouth glistening with her juices. When he slid his tongue out to lap every last drop, desire flashed through her again.