Don't Come

by Jessica Gadziala

  "Ah," she shrieked, her body trying to jerk away as I ran the double-headed pinwheel up her inner thigh. A Wartenberg Wheel. If she saw it, she would have told me no automatically. It would be knee-jerk. Hell, it was two rolling heads with pins around them, meant to slide up the skin and prick it with pain and pleasure at the same time, if she allowed it. Most normal people would say no seeing it.

  "Sh, pet. Just feel it," I told her, running it up higher, tracing it between the crease where her thigh met her pussy. A pussy that was dripping, I might add. She might have mentally been unsure, but her body knew it could trust me. And as the wheel moved up her belly, then rolled over the hardened peaks of her nipples, a shudder moved almost violently through her as her thighs fought their restraints, tried to pull together to ease the chaos between them, the need for friction and release.

  "Nope. You don't get to come yet," I told her, smile pulling at my lips when she made an all-too-familiar whining sound.

  It was the best way, I had found, to get her purring like a kitten, compliant as any sub should be.

  Deny her the orgasms her body needed.

  She was going on two days without one.

  That was how she was in a blindfold and bound without freaking out.

  I had tortured her that very morning by waking her up tonguing her pussy, getting her body up and almost to an orgasm four times before denying her completely and having her suck my cock instead.

  I had called her on my lunch break to make her listen to me talk about what I wanted to do to her while she heard me stroke my cock and come.

  She was barely holding on.

  Which made her highly sensitized and open.

  So when the pinwheel got put down, and something else came alive in my hand, my cock went to fucking steel as I pressed it into the seam of her pussy lip and watched her almost shatter apart right there.

  "Breathe," I reminded her as her body shuddered hard, jerked both into and away from the current. "E-stim," I told her, looking down at the little surges of electricity moving through the see-through tip of the wand.

  There were seven attachments I could try on it.

  I had a feeling we would only get to one tonight, though, as I tapped it against her clit and listened the pain/pleasure scream rip through her chest.

  "Please, sir," she cried, rocking her hips shamelessly.

  And, well, when my sub needed my cock as badly as she clearly did, I had to give it to her.

  I kept the wand in one hand, but grabbed her hip with the other, dragging her body forward as I thrust into her pussy to the hilt, having to take a deep breath to keep control as she cried out, ground against me, begged for her release.

  I would never get used to being inside her.

  It was a privilege I never took for granted.

  Especially like this, raw, feeling her slick, tight walls slide over my cock, grab it as she got tighter, as she got closer to coming, knowing that when she did, she would milk my cum right out of me.

  "Fuck," I growled, letting her rock into me. "Yeah, pet, fuck yourself with my cock," I demanded, watching as her body got heated, her skin turning pink, then red as her thrusts got harder, as her moans became louder. My hand shifted, pressing the wand tip right into the hood of her pussy.

  And she fucking... shattered.

  The wand dropped, both my hands grabbing her behind each knee, using them to push her away and drag her back as I fucked her, hard, fast, unrelenting, feeling her cunt clench around me as she came, then stay tight as one orgasm built into another, as her moans became almost pained cries. I drove her ruthlessly up, fucking her tight pussy, taking every inch of her with each thrust.

  "Nathaniel," she shrieked as her pussy clamped down around my cock again, this time I knew I would fill her as soon as she was done clenching around me.

  She knew she was supposed to call me sir.

  But when she came with my name on her lips, I couldn't help but allow it, liking the sound too much to tell her to stop.

  "Fuck," I growled, slamming deep, coming so hard that I saw white, had to reach up and grab hold of the metal bar to keep upright.

  Once I got a small bit of control back, I reached down, dragging the blindfold off her face, watching as she blinked hard trying to adjust to the difference in light.

  Her gaze moved down me, her lips parted, taking me in. When her eyes stopped where I was settled between her thighs, my cock still buried deep, I slowly pulled out, feeling her walls tighten as they always did when she was about to lose me, both of us watching as my cum dripped out of her. I caught some on the head of my cock, stroking it between her lips, rolling it around her clit, loving being able to mark her as my own in a way no one else had ever been worthy of.

  "Love seeing you covered in my cum, pet," I told her, sliding my hands up her thighs to unhook her knees, watching as they dropped numbly to the ground, leaving her hanging by the wrists.

  I reached around her, hauling her to my body as my hands freed her wrists. "Come on," I said, propping her up over my shoulder and leading her back to the bed, dropping her down, then wrapping her up in her blanket.

  I had what I needed from her.

  Now she took what she needed from me.

  Just as it was supposed to be.

  Adley - 3 months

  We didn't go often, almost as a rule.

  We were in the lifestyle, sure, but only as part of our life. Hell, it was only part of our sex life. Since we were committed to each other, and not in the market for new Doms or subs, we didn't feel the need to go to Limits all that often.

  But tonight, like the BDSMPA event, was for work. More or less. I mean, these were work people, but really, everyone was just there to watch the scenes, drink, meet other Doms or subs. No real business was actually discussed.

  Still, I was excited.

  I understood more now.

  Not just about how I was supposed to behave, but also about the scenes, about the sensations the subs were going through, having submitted to Nathaniel a lot more myself, giving him the trust he needed to restrain me more, sensory deprive me, find new ways of punishing me.

  I was not - nor did I think I would ever - be ready for the kind of punishment Doms like Evander or Miffy subjected their subs to, but I was more open, more willing to try new things because I found that the more I entrusted Nathaniel, the better the sex was, the more sensations he gave me, the stronger the orgasms.

  "No," I said, whipping the menu out of his hands as I walked past him in my kitchen.

  "No what?"

  "No, we can't get greasy pizza right before we go out tonight," I specified. "I have a skintight dress to squeeze into," I reminded him. "Not all of us get to hide our post-pizza bellies under a suit jacket."

  "Well," he said, smile devilish. "We could have the pizza... and then I can work the calories off of you before we head out."

  Three months.

  Well, really, seven overall, but three months since we went truly official, and just the mention of sex with him still made my belly go liquid, still immediately dampened my panties.

  It didn't matter how much I got, I always needed more.

  Vanilla.

  Kinky.

  However I could get him.

  "I really don't think that would work."

  "Is that a challenge?" he asked, snatching the menu back. "What is the fattiest pizza? Meat lovers? Meat lovers and extra cheese? If we're gonna do this, let's do it right."

  "We are not going to do this," I objected, eyeing up the sushi menu instead, knowing I would be hungry halfway through the night, but at least my belly would stay flat without assistance.

  "Such little faith in me, pet?" he asked, coming up behind me, pressing me into the counter, his cock stabbing against my ass.

  "We haven't even eaten yet," I objected with a small laugh.

  "Well, I am famished," he agreed, going back a few inches, then dragging down my pants and panties. "Be a good girl and bend over that counter,"
he demanded, hand slipping between my thighs to press them wider just a second before I felt his mouth on me, feasting on me like he always did, like he couldn't get enough of me, like there was nothing better in the world.

  "No!" I shrieked when he pulled away just seconds before an orgasm could crash through my system.

  "I think you're right," he said, swatting my ass. "We'll do sushi. As much as I like a good challenge, I want you writhing tonight while we watch."

  I would be too.

  "Evil," I told him as he pulled my pants and panties back up, swatting my ass when they were covered again.

  "You love it."

  I did.

  I loved it.

  I loved everything we had, in and out of bed.

  More than anything else, I loved him.

  We hadn't said it yet.

  And I had always been the type to wait to say it.

  Until they said it first.

  But as I turned around, finding those beautiful eyes on me, lips curved up because he loved torturing me, I couldn't seem to find the self-preservation anymore.

  "I do," I agreed, giving him a wobbly smile. "And I love you."

  He looked stricken for a moment, his head jerking back, his brows going low like he couldn't understand, like my words made no sense.

  But the look eased as he shook his head, as his eyes refocused, deep, unfathomably so.

  His hands moved out, framing my face. "I love you too, pet," he told me, words heavy, weighted, because we both knew how big this was. For me, the control freak. For him, the serial playboy. "And now you just ruined my plans for the night," he declared, releasing my face to sink his hands into my hips, yanking up, and throwing me over his shoulder, carrying me caveman-style to the bed. Where he promptly ruined his plan to keep me writhing all night, but neither of us was going to complain.

  Adley - 3 years

  "He put a ring on it," Fagan said, shaking his head, almost spilling his very red vodka-cran on my very white dress.

  He was the last of our guests.

  And given how hard he had worked to make this day special - AKA: anally perfect - for us, I was not complaining about the fact that he was finally getting a chance to relax after twelve-plus hours of running around behind the scenes to keep things straight.

  Nathaniel and I, we didn't have much actual family. He had a father who was enjoying retirement in Florida and did not travel. I had a mother who was the type to send gifts instead of showing up.

  So when we finally sat down to make up a list, we had naturally chosen those who had become our makeshift family. Fagan and Haden, Ash and her Dom/husband Steve, as well as their kids, Corey, and an untold number of others who we had built bonds with over the years, people who understood us, people who shared our interests.

  It was a small thing, our wedding.

  But that was how we preferred it anyway.

  Just the people who mattered.

  And, sure, that meant we also dodged about fifty-thousand questions asking about our ceremony. Not the marriage one. The collar one. Since all our close friends knew it was still my training collar around my throat.

  But we didn't want to share that with anyone.

  That was ours.

  Just like our play collar.

  Just like the night he put my training collar on for the last time.

  That was something just for us.

  As would be the next phase.

  We shared our wedding, the thing that bound us by the law.

  But when it came to that deeper - for us - emotional bond, we were being selfish with that.

  Someday down the road.

  You know... after Fagan finished slurring Beyonce lyrics at me.

  "It's good, y'know?" he said, leaning into me. "He needed you. He was such a grump before you came along. Last week," he said, getting close, like this was a matter of national security, "he actually brought me coffee! The way I like it. Fucking epic."

  "Yes," I agreed with a smile, patting his leg as I saw Haden crossing over to us after saying his goodbyes to my husband.

  Husband.

  That was going to take some getting used to.

  "That is quite epic," I agreed.

  "Babe," Haden said, moving to stand in front of us.

  "Hey! It's Haden!" Fagan declared, mouth wide like he didn't realize he was here.

  "Yep, I'm here to take you home," Haden told him, trying to hold in a grin.

  "And have your wicked way with me?" Fagan asked, wiggling his brows.

  "Got a feeling you'll pass out in the cab," Haden said, reaching down to put an arm under Fagan's arms and pull him up.

  "Boo!" Fagan said, tickling his fingers up Haden's chest. "I want to have fun."

  "You've had a lot of fun already," Haden objected. "Say goodnight to Adley," he reminded his partner who was quite insistently trying to undo his buttons.

  "Oh! Adley. Beautiful Adley," he said, turning to me with bleary eyes. "You were a princess today," he told me, smiling.

  "And you were like a fairy godmother, making all this happen."

  Fagan snorted at that, smiling huge at his man. "Hear that? I'm a fairy godmother!"

  "Heard it alright," Haden agreed, trying to stop Fagan's roaming hands. "Best wishes, Adley. We wish you nothing but happiness. Now let me get this one home before he assaults me right here in the ballroom," he said, smiling as he turned to lead him away.

  "He would love that!" Fagan told me over his man's shoulder as he was led away.

  "I'm sure he would," I agreed, smiling so big that my cheeks hurt.

  "Haden would love what?" Nathaniel asked, reaching a hand down to me, ready to move on up to our room a few floors above.

  "If drunken Fagan took advantage of him," I told him as he pulled me close, eyes smiling down at me.

  "It was nice seeing him throw some back and relax after that conniption he had over the goddamn roses," he said, shaking his head.

  "I think he missed his calling. He shouldn't be running errands for you. He should be planning weddings," I told him as he led me out of the reception room. "This was perfect."

  "Yeah, it was," he agreed, dragging me into the elevator before he sealed his lips over mine.

  He only released me when the doors dinged as they opened, pulling me down the hall and into our suite, his hands roaming over me as he led me into the bedroom - all gold and rose gold, everything as intricately perfect as the wedding had been.

  Fagan missed not a single opportunity to make everything match my collar.

  It is the most important thing, he had insisted. That was the day everything changed for him. For both of you.

  And, well, I couldn't argue with that.

  "Sit," Nathaniel demanded, pushing me onto the edge of the bed.

  "Yes, sir," I said, smiling big at him when he shot me a look over his shoulder from where he was - as he often was, though I had no idea how he had time to sneak any toys up - fiddling with something on the dresser.

  "Don't be a brat," he told me, sounding amused. "I'd hate to have to belt that ass on our wedding night."

  "Would you?" I asked, putting my hands behind me on the bed, leaning back. "I wouldn't hate that."

  He moved back toward me then, a wicked smile pulling at his lips, but something else in his eyes that I couldn't decipher, not even after all these years together. It was something deep that I didn't understand.

  He moved to lower himself down on the floor in front of me, making me sit up fully, knowing that doing so was not common for him. The only time he got on his knees for me was when he was going down on me.

  And since my dress was still stubbornly down around my ankles, I figured that was not the case.

  He pulled a box out of his jacket, resting it down on my thighs, but keeping his hand on top.

  "What's this?" I asked, running my hand over his, my belly whirling around with excitement.

  "Your collar," he told me, tone heavy with meaning.

  Because
we both knew how important this moment, this exchange, this agreement was.

  For us, more important than the rings that were now on our fingers.

  "Nathaniel..." I said, my heart in my voice.

  His hand moved, flipping the lid off.

  "I know you don't want to part with this one," he said, reaching up to run a finger across the chain like he had done thousands of times before, like he needed the reassurance that I belonged to him. "So I had this one made up," he told me, reaching down to move the tissue paper away.

  And there it was.

  The most important form of our commitment to each other.

  And it was an imitation of the one currently around my throat. But the chain was ever-so-slightly thicker, the circle at the front a little wider, allowing the white and rose gold vines to be more prominent and detailed. The lock for the key was in a small heart shape.

  "It's almost the same, but nicer," he told me, voice a little sheepish.

  This moment was important to him, my approval of the collar he had chosen to offer me. To wear for the rest of our lives together.

  "It's perfect," I told him, watching as his gaze moved to my face, his dark eyes deep with feeling.

  I reached up, lifting my hair off my neck as Nathaniel went into his pocket for the key, slipping off the one collar, and securing my new one.

  "Perfect," he agreed, eyes shining.

  "Okay," I said, jumping up. "I need to go look at it," I told him, rushing past him to stand in front of the mirror in the bathroom, putting my hand up to the chain, feeling the weight of it - both literally and metaphorically.

  I walked back out just in time to watch Nathaniel trip slightly over a bag I had asked Fagan to bring up into the room earlier.

  "What the hell is this?" he asked, knowing what bags we had packed since he had needed to load them into the car.

  Leaning down, he unzipped the bag, reaching in, and pulling out the contents, a big smile on his face.

  "Really, pet?" he asked, smiling at me with my big, fluffy pink blanket in his hands.

  "Hey, you never know when I might need it," I told him, a promise in my voice.