Riding Out the Storm

by Desiree Holt

  “Uh-uh-uh.” He ran his finger along the collar. “No cheating here. I’ll forgive you because this is all new to you. “Keep remembering that when you give control to me it’s because of the pleasure returned to you. But never forget who makes the decisions. You made the most important one—to give me that control. Now it’s my responsibility not to abuse it and to pleasure you beyond anything you could expect.”

  “I-I understand.” And she did. She knew that whatever they did together would be more than she’d ever had with anyone.

  “Is the plug hurting you?”

  “No. It-it makes me feel full but it doesn’t hurt.” She gave him a tiny smile. “Not anymore.”

  “Good.” He turned her around. “Walk to that chair over there.”

  As she moved toward it, Jody could feel the steel balls rolling back and forth in her vagina again and wondered how long she could keep a lid on the climax clawing at her.

  “Stop,” he said when she reached the chair. “Bend over and pull the cheeks of your ass apart. Show me the plug.” When she didn’t comply at once, he said, “Now, Jody. Remember the rules. I command, you obey. Any time you want to end this, all you have to do is use your safe word.”

  No! I don’t want this to be over. Not yet.

  Biting her lip, she bent at the waist, reached back to grab her bottom and pulled the globes apart as hard as she could. Again she was sure she was blushing and wondered how she could feel that way as intimate as they’d already been.

  She heard Logan moving behind her, heard a thunk! as his knees hit the floor behind her and a shiver raced along her spine as his tongue traced the line of the cleft of her ass.

  “Stay just as you are,” he commanded, alternating nips at her cheeks with the feel of his tongue.

  Jody began to tremble, wondering just how long she could stay this way, not daring to move until he told her to. She shifted just the tiniest bit and the balls did their thing again. She tried to think about something, anything, except what was happening to her body, but Logan’s tongue was so clever and the plug so intense and the balls so stimulating she couldn’t do it.

  At the point where she thought for sure she’d collapse and earn his displeasure he stood up, placing a light tap on each cheek of her ass.

  “Excellent. Better and better. Now. Sit down in the chair and put your legs on the arms.”

  She complied, sitting so the plug was not uncomfortable and placed a leg on each of the wide arms. Again she was completely exposed. When she looked up at Logan, she saw unquenchable lust in his eyes. What did he have in mind next? And would he ever let her come? Ever fuck her, or just tease her?

  “That naked pussy is so appealing I’m tempted to lick it all over again. But right now I want something else. Tell me, Jody. Have you ever masturbated in front of anyone.”

  She was sure he could tell from the red flush she knew was creeping up her cheeks what the answer was.

  “Good. I want to be the first. For a lot of things.” He loomed over her. “By the time we’re finished here, Joanna Diane, there won’t be anything we haven’t done. Keep that in mind. Now.” He sat down on the floor in front of her. “Let me see you work that little clit. Nothing else. Just the clit. Put your fingers on either side of that delicious little bud and squeeze. Then release. Then squeeze again. Keep doing it until I tell you to stop.”

  Closing her eyes, she dropped her hand to her cunt, put a thumb and forefinger on each side of the tiny clamp and set up a rhythmic squeezing movement. Each time she pressed it felt as if a thousand tiny nerve stimulators were jolting her swollen nub. Soon just a slight pressure wasn’t enough and she squeezed harder and harder. Hot sensations raced to her pussy and made the muscles of her vagina clench around the steel balls moving inside and stimulating her even more. She clenched her jaw to force some semblance of control, wondering how long he would make her do this before allowing her to climax. Unbelievably, the thought of her orgasm being completely in his power only made her more aroused.

  Logan had to sit down, not just to give himself a better view but because he wasn’t sure his legs would hold him. Jody’s lush, plump nipples peeking out from between the thin bars of the gold clamps were so inviting he wanted to bite them. But it was the sight of the butt plug lodged in her sweet ass and her naked cunt, her pink inner flesh glistening with her juices and spread wide open for him to see that was about to give him a heart attack.

  He watched her moisten the tip of one finger then almost shyly drop it to her engorged clit. She stroked it in a circular pattern that had a strong hint of familiarity to it. He’d bet every dollar in his wallet that Jody Rush was no stranger to self-gratification.

  As her finger moved in its steady rhythm, touching only the clit as he’d instructed, her head dropped back and her eyelids lowered as if too heavy to keep open. A dark flush crept up her cheeks and the pulse in the hollow of her throat began to beat faster. This might be her first “performance” with an audience but she was as turned-on by it as he was.

  Over the years he’d learned that first-time subs, no matter how willing, still needed a lot of encouragement, a lot of assurance that they were doing the right thing. Jody Rush fell into this as if she’d been a submissive all her life, embracing it with enthusiasm. It led him to wonder how far he could push her this first time because make no mistake about it. This was far from the end.

  If anything bothered him it was the strange surge of emotion that kept trying to break through. He had never, ever gotten emotionally involved with any of his subs. They always liked each other and had a healthy respect for each other. But it was a relationship of mutual satisfaction only. When it was over, it was over. He had a disquieting feeling that would not be the case here.

  Maybe he could fuck her often enough and hard enough to get it out of his system.

  Yeah, right. I see big trouble here.

  Her breathing was heavier now and her finger moving faster. More of her cream was seeping from her. He was fascinated with the sight, fascinated by the movement of that finger and the response of her body. He knew she was close to orgasm and couldn’t decide if he wanted to hold her off again or watch her come apart. See the actual spasms in her sweet pussy as she climaxed.

  “Master!” she cried, her whole body clenching as she tried to restrain herself.

  Logan hitched closer, placed his thumbs on her labia and opened them wide. It gave him a clear view of the darkened rose of her vagina As she moved he could hear the steel balls rolling together as she moved. His cock bobbed against his thigh, the tip wet again, the shaft harder than a steel pipe and his balls drawing up with need.

  Jesus! That was it. Much as he wanted to see how long she could keep going before he allowed her release, he was the one who couldn’t wait any longer.

  “Stop now,” he commanded.

  Digging deep for a few more moments of control, Logan slid Jody’s hips forward, opened her labia wide with the fingers of one hand and with the other reached inside her cunt and retrieved the Ben Wah balls, rasping them against her quivering inner flesh and dropping them beside her as he did so. Grabbing a condom from a side pocket of the chair, he rolled it onto his erection then reached his long arms out and lifted Jody from the chair. Lying back, he positioned her over him, the opening of her pussy right over his cock, and with one thrust pushed up into her.

  “Oh god,” she cried, clutching at his forearms.

  She was tight, made even tighter by the presence of the plug in her rectum. Only the copious amount of cream lubricating her allowed him to penetrate her as easily as he did. He could feel the butterfly on her clit rubbing against him and the thick plastic plug pressing against his cock through the thin membrane separating the two channels. He was too close to orgasm himself, another rarity. With all his previous subs he was able to hold himself back for hours as he fucked them every way imaginable and treated them to the pleasures of the toys he had. But little Joanna Diane was hotter than a pistol and so willing it
kicked all his pheromones out of their hiding places.

  Holy crap.

  “I want you to move,” he told her. “Up and down. Brace yourself on my chest.”

  He showed her the rhythm he wanted and she fell into it as easily as if they’d been doing this forever. Her inner muscles gripped him like a clenched fist, pulling at him with long, slow strokes. Heat flared through him like bolts of electricity and he had to grit his teeth not to explode too soon.

  “Faster,” he ground out, his hands on her hips, helping her to increase the pace.

  She rode him like a fierce Valkyrie, head thrown back, hair wild around her face, mouth open, eyes blazing with rampant desire. Up and down, her tight little cunt squeezed his shaft, driving him toward the peak of fulfillment as he was pushing her. Bolts of lightning spread from the base of his spine along his back and down into his balls. This was it. Oh sweet Jesus, this was it.

  “Now,” he hollered. “Let go, Jody. Right now.”

  She exploded around him, her pussy flexing and convulsing around him as he spurted again and again into the latex, her body bathing him with her liquid heat. Every part of her shook with her release, her thighs squeezing him, the gold clamps on her nipples reflecting flashes of firelight as her breasts bounced in time to her movements. The storm raging outside was nothing compared to the one inside the cabin.

  Sweat poured from their bodies as the orgasm went on and on, stretching endlessly from one plane of satisfaction to the next, until he was so spent he was weak. Jody fell forward, collapsing onto his chest, the nipple clamps digging into his skin, her heart thudding so hard he could feel it beat with his own. He struggled to drag air into his lungs, so oxygen-deprived he felt dizzy.

  One hand came up to gently caress Jody’s riotous mane of golden curls.

  “Master?”

  The small voice broke into the fog wrapped around his brain.

  “Master, may I sit up?”

  Forcibly pulling himself together, Logan managed to sit up, still holding Jody close against his body and hitch himself around so he was leaning against the big chair, his cock still planted inside her cunt. Jody was like a wet noodle in his arms, soft and pliant. Her arms crept around his neck and her head pressed against him, her soft breath fanning his skin.

  “You pleased me,” he managed to get out at last. “Very much.”

  “Thank you,” she breathed. “I’m glad.”

  They sat like that for long moments, neither saying a word, Logan still stroking her hair, her body soft and supple against him. At last he planted his large hands on her hips and slowly lifted her off his softened penis then set her on his thighs. With one hand he pushed her hair back from her face, the other braced against her back to support her.

  She stared at him, waiting for his next commands.

  He smiled at her. “I think a shower is in order. Then something cold to drink. Did you eat before you left San Antonio? Anyway, that was a long time ago.” He winked at her. “I’m hoping you worked up an appetite since then.”

  “Yes, I ate. And no, I’m not hungry at all right now.” A tiny smile pulled at the corners of her mouth. “At least for food.”

  Logan cupped her chin with his hand, studying her face. “Same goes. Absolutely.”

  He lifted her in his arms and carried her toward the small bathroom. He usually showered with his subs, to prepare them for the evening but he’d done everything backward this time. Now he wondered if some of the usual parts of the process would turn Jody off or arouse her. He wished they hadn’t fallen so unexpectedly into this situation but surprised by her eager acceptance, he wasn’t about to leave anything out. She would be in it all the way or not. That was all.

  All? That’s all? Get with it, dickhead. She’s just another woman. Have your fun while you’re both locked up here then move on. There’s nothing that says we can’t just be friends after this.

  Yeah, right.

  Because he realized with painful clarity that the thought of another man putting his hands on Jody twisted his guts in a knot. And the implications of that scared him to death.

  * * * * *

  Jody couldn’t remember a more sensuous shower in her life. She’d showered with other lovers during a relationship but they were nothing compared to this. The shower was barely big enough for the two of them but Logan managed things she would have thought impossible.

  His first action was to release the nipple clamps, sending blood surging to her tortured points. She clenched her fists to keep from crying out, at first from the sudden burst of pain and then from the hot sweetness of his mouth on them, one then the other. He pulled on each bud with his lips, cupping her breasts in his large hands as he did so and squeezing the firm flesh.

  Next he unclasped the little butterfly from her clit, squeezing it first and sending electricity rocketing through her. He knelt in front of her, took her clit in his mouth and soothed it with his tongue. His hands gripped her thighs, gently but firmly, to hold her in place, and the touch of his hands was like hot coals on her skin. A shift of his grip and his fingers were tracing that sensitive area where hip and thigh joined, drawing imaginary lines that spread warmth outward through her body.

  He was gentle with her when he removed the butt plug, easing it from the tight clasp of her body. He washed it and set it on the edge of the miniscule sink. Then he unbuckled the leather collar and placed it next to the butt plug.

  “We’ll leave it off for the shower,” he told her.

  He began his ministrations with her hair, working shampoo that smelled of hyacinths into her wet tresses, his strong fingers massaging her scalp. She had a brief, disturbing thought that the shampoo was left from one of his other women, but as he slid his soapy fingers to the muscles of her neck and massaged them, she forget to be bothered by it.

  Lathering his hands with the bar of soap, he stood her just out of range of the shower spray then stroked slowly along her body, beginning with her neck. Like a painter with a canvas, he drew the bubbles over her breasts, across her collarbone, down her belly, pausing to tease at her navel with a fingertip.

  Then he turned his attention to her arms, lifting them to reach the undersides and massaging the muscles of her shoulders and neck as he worked the lather into her skin. When he knelt in front of her, she widened her stance, expecting to feel his fingers inside her but instead he went to work on her feet, her ankles, her knees up to the crease where thigh and hip met.

  When he shifted her to face away from him, he placed her hands on the wall, giving her something to hold on to for balance and began the slow process again. This time he began with her ankles, paying careful attention to each individual muscle and worked his way up. The globes of her ass got particular attention from him, fingers brushing along the crease where they met her legs and rubbing soap through the cleft.

  She waited, holding her breath, to feel his fingers penetrating her but he seemed to be deliberately avoiding all entrances to her body. But Logan wasn’t finished yet. Working up more lather with his hands, he lifted one leg and placed her foot on the tiny seat built into a corner then proceeded to attend to the final areas of her shower. He cleaned her pussy more lovingly and thoroughly than she ever did and she was meticulous about it. He even peeled back the little hood protecting her clit to soap the area completely.

  Using the handheld spray, he washed away every bit of soap, directing the stream into her vagina until all the bubbles disappeared. Her hot channel felt as if it had been bathed in Champagne. Finally came the light anal douche, an act no one had ever before performed on her but with Logan it seemed the most natural thing.

  He pulled her against his water-slicked body and lowered his mouth to hers, nibbling at her lips before plunging his tongue inside. She was sure he’d sucked her dry when he moved his mouth to brush a kiss at the soft spot behind her ear and take a tiny nip at the earlobe.

  By the time he finished she was a conflicting mass of jangled nerves and limp muscles.


  “Now your turn,” he told her in a rasping voice, and handed her the soap.

  Her turn?

  Jody wasn’t sure she’d even be able to stand up but she focused on what she was doing and began to rub lather into him the way he had with her. She loved the feel of his broad shoulders tapering down to strong arms. Of his hard-muscled chest with its pelt of hair and its dark, flat nipples. She tweaked them and was rewarded with a hiss of indrawn breath and a tightening of his already-taut abs.

  Down over his very flat belly into the nest of curls beaded with water from the shower. Then, as he’d done, she dropped to her knees and began working on his ankles, calves and thighs. Her pulse throbbed in response to the feel of his skin as she worked him back and front, just as he’d done to her. He stood silently, the tightening of his muscles the only indication that her touch was affecting him.

  When she reached the groove of his buttocks, she paused, the temptation of dark pleasure, of forbidden territory beckoned her as she pressed a fingertip to his anus. Tentatively she made little circles around the ring of muscle then stopped.

  “Keep going.” Logan’s voice was tight, harsh, an indication of his need to control. “Just as I pleasure you, it is the responsibility of a good sub to return the favor when her Master demands it.”

  “And do you?” she asked in a breathless voice.

  “Yes. Consider it an order.”

  Taking a deep breath she slowly pressed one small finger into the dark channel. His tissues were hot and flexed around her intrusion. The heat shot straight up her arm like a seductive flame and she boldly added a second finger. Then, as he accepted that, a third. Chills of excitement chased themselves over her body, her blood alternately icy and boiling by turns. It was a feeling she’d never experienced before.

  Experimentally she began moving her fingers in and out in a slow rhythm. Reflexively Logan’s hips moved in tandem with her movements.

  I’m fucking him in the ass! I‘m fucking Logan Mitchell in the ass!