F is for…: BDSM Checklist, Book Six

by L. DuBois

  His gaze roamed her naked body, his cock thickening as he looked at her. It made her feel powerful to see the physical proof of his attraction to her.

  Dante hiked her hips up with one hand, bracing her ass on his thighs, and slid into her. Katrina sighed in pleasure as he penetrated her, that first moment of fullness so exquisite that her toes curled against the sheet.

  Dante withdrew his cock and climbed off the bed. Katrina lifted her head.

  “Dante?”

  He stared at her, his gaze hard, but not unkind. “Sir, or Master, Katrina. It’s time to play.”

  She winced at the rebuke. What had she been thinking to call him by his first name? She closed her eyes. “My apologies, Sir.”

  “No need. You have ten minutes to use the bathroom.”

  At that Katrina leapt up. As soon as he said it, her full bladder, which she’d ignored, made itself known.

  She slid off the bed, skirting him as she headed for the bathroom. As her fingers touched the knob, he caught her around the waist.

  “Don’t close down, Katrina. Later we’ll be Katrina and Dante. But right now you’re going to be my sassy, well-fucked submissive, and you will call me ‘Sir’ or ‘Master’.”

  The heat of embarrassment cooled at his words. “Thank you, Sir.”

  He smacked her ass. “Now you have five minutes.”

  “What?”

  Dante laughed and Katrina glared at him before closing the door. She brushed her teeth while peeing, chugged a few glasses of water from the tap while brushing out her hair, and gave herself a quick sponge bath followed by liberal applications of lotion, body oil, and scentless deodorant. She was swiping on mascara when he knocked at the door.

  “Little sub, little sub, let me in,” he sang out.

  For the first time that weekend, Katrina’s daughter’s face flashed to the front of her thoughts. Before she’d come to Las Palmas, she’d carefully practiced a compartmentalization technique her therapist taught her.

  But at his words Katrina could hear her little girl reciting the wolf’s lines, “I’ll huff and I’ll huff and I’ll blow a house DOWN.” The last word always had to be yelled at the top of her voice.

  The door opened. “Katrina, I have plans for the day, I don’t want to start it with a spanking, but I will if you make me.” His words were half way between teasing and serious.

  Katrina slid the mascara wand back into the tube and set it on the counter. She stared at her wrists, at the heavy black cuffs that had been placed on her and locked in place while she slept. She closed her eyes, taking the memory of her daughter and imagined putting it in a box. A box covered with stickers and crayon scribbles. That box went inside another box labeled “Mommy.”

  With a mental push, she sent that box to the back of her mind. Here she wasn’t Mommy. She was Katrina.

  If only she knew who Katrina was. She’d known who Kat was, and now she was comfortable with “Mommy” but Katrina…that was someone she was just starting to try on.

  One thing she did know was that Katrina wanted to submit to Master Dante.

  He held the bathroom door open for her, gaze searching her face.

  “Katrina, talk to me.”

  She smiled—it wasn’t false, but it hid her real feelings in that moment. “I had to finish my other eye, Sir.”

  He looked bemused. “Oh, of course, why didn’t I think of that?”

  Katrina laughed softly, the sound melting away as Dante’s face grew serious, that dark, dominant core peeking through.

  “On the bed, on your back, legs spread.”

  Katrina got into position as Dante threw all but one of the pillows off the bed.

  “Lift your butt.” He stuffed the remaining pillow under her ass, elevating it.

  He gathered two more cuffs and two small coils of rope from the bedside table. The cuffs went around her ankles, the ropes tied to the D hooks. Rope went from her ankles up to the top corners of the mattress, where they were looped through hooks drilled into the bedframe.

  “Bend your knees and plant your heels on the mattress.” When her feet were situated to his liking, Dante removed the slack in the ropes and tied the other ends to the D rings in her wrist cuffs. She was restrained, but had a considerable range of movement. If she stretched her arms up she got slack to straighten her legs. She couldn’t lay them flat, but it was a luxurious amount of movement to be allowed.

  And that worried her. It meant he had a Plan with a capital P.

  “Talk to me, Katrina.”

  “I’m worried.”

  “Why?”

  “Because you’re planning something.”

  “Of course I’m planning something.” He looked mildly offended.

  “Is it something I’m going to like, Sir?”

  “I will tell you that this plan involves lots and lots of orgasms for you.”

  “That’s promising.” Katrina cleared her throat. “Is it one of our items?”

  He grinned. “Why, yes, it is. Do you remember what we have left?”

  What was left? Figging, that was the one she was half dreading, half looking forward to. Full face hood. That one she was ambivalent about.

  And fisting.

  Katrina grimaced. “Fisting?”

  “Fisting.” He sat on the edge of the bed, his body perpendicular to hers, and caressed the inside of her thighs. “Are you worried?”

  “A bit, yes.”

  “You don’t need to be. I’m a professional.”

  “A professional vagina fister?”

  He nodded, looking serious. “One of the best in the country.”

  Katrina nodded solely. “Of course, Sir.”

  He leaned down and plucked a case off the floor, laying it on the bed so his body blocked her view.

  She craned her neck to try and see what was in there, but he caught her trying to look and smacked the inside of her right thigh. “Close your eyes, Katrina.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She closed her eyes and lay her head back. Vaginal fisting didn’t hold any great appeal for her. Dante shifted, the mattress moving under her. His lips found the inside of her knee, kissing a path up her thigh.

  “You can open your eyes if you want,” he whispered against her skin.

  Their gazes met. He kissed the mound at the top of her pussy, then extended his tongue, licking her labia all while maintaining eye contact. Katrina was very glad her eyes were open, because she was able to watch as he stopped toying with her and pressed his face against her pussy, lips and tongue finding her clit.

  He went to work on her, eating her pussy like a man starving. Katrina’s body flushed hot with arousal. His face was buried in her, his mouth working her with sure movements. He knew his way around a woman’s pussy.

  When he slid one finger into her she arched her hips up, grinding herself against his mouth.

  He pulled away for a moment, and Katrina raised her head in time to see him grab a short, thick dildo. He rubbed the tip of it against her clit, then let gravity help it glide down her intimate valley and into her body.

  “Close, close,” she gasped. “Sir, I’m close to coming.”

  “Come whenever you want. This is all about you and this lovely pussy.” He pressed the dildo in deeper, filling and opening her. “I want you to come for me over and over again.”

  The metal dildo was cold and heavy inside her, but his mouth went back to work on her clit. When he sucked her clit and then flicked it with her tongue she came. It was a hard, fast orgasm, the kind that made her clench her teeth and arch her back, raising her body off the bed until she was braced on heels and shoulders alone.

  Rather than keep toying with her clit as she’d expected, he rested his head on her thigh, watching her pussy as she came down. He hooked his index finger through the small circle welded to the end of the dildo, and used that as a handle to fuck the dildo in and out of her pussy a few times, before pulling it all the way out. He tossed that dildo to the side and reached back, into the case, p
ulling out a nearly identical dildo.

  The only difference was the size. This one was bigger.

  “Are those…?”

  “Graduated metal dildos? Yes. I think technically they are called sounds, but really, at this size they’re dildos.”

  Dildo number two was cold and she gasped as it rubbed against her pussy.

  “Relax that sweet, sexy pussy. That’s it.” He positioned the tip. “I’m going to open you up, fuck you with these dildos until you’re ready for something more.”

  She shivered as cold metal invaded hot, throbbing flesh. This dildo should have felt bigger, but her body was so greedy to be filled that all she could focus on was how good it was to have him using her, playing with her.

  Because she doubted this would be as delicious if it were anyone other than Dante doing this to her.

  His lips found her clit and within minutes she was rocketing towards another orgasm.

  He jerked the second dildo free, replacing it with a third. She knew because within the space of a few breaths she was first empty, then shivering as fresh, cold metal invaded her, instead of a dildo that had been warmed by her body. When he licked her clit at the same time as he thrust the dildo all the way in, she came from the combined feelings of the cold dildo, tongue on her clit, and invading fullness.

  Katrina moaned through clenched teeth while the pleasure swept through her.

  He sat up, fucking her gently with the dildo as her breathing slowed.

  Katrina’s eyes were half lidded, and she would have happily gone back to sleep.

  “I’m not nearly done with this pussy, Katrina.” He growled the words. Katrina looked up, watching as he leisurely fucked her with the impressively large dildo. He did it the way some people played with a pen. Then she looked at his cock, which was so hard it was nearly touching his stomach.

  “Master, let me pleasure you,” she begged. She wanted that cock in her—mouth, pussy, ass, it didn’t matter.

  “Right now it pleases me to play with your pussy.” He yanked the third dildo out, letting it clatter to lie with its mates on the bed beside her. He plucked another one out. Katrina gasped.

  This one seemed huge, long and terrifyingly thick.

  “Sir, I don’t know if I can take that.”

  “Do you trust me, Katrina?”

  Did she? She met his gaze, then submissively lowered her eyes and lay her head back.

  When his fingers circled her clit she relaxed. Her body was satiated, and she knew this orgasm wouldn’t come as quickly or as easily as the last few. He set up a steady rhythm, and didn’t break it even as he positioned the fourth dildo at the entrance to her body.

  “Breathe, Katrina.”

  She inhaled, exhaled, and inhaled again.

  The dildo pressed in. It filled and stretched her. Dante applied more pressure, and Katrina lifted her hips and pulled back, avoiding it.

  “No, Katrina,” he commanded.

  She whimpered and lowered her ass onto the pillow.

  “Spread your knees wider. I’m going to work this dildo into your pussy. You want it in your pussy, don’t you? You want me to fuck you with this big metal thing.”

  That knocked her out of her tense, worried headspace. A little dirty talk was never a bad thing.

  “Yes, Master. I want you to fuck me with the big dildo. I want you to stretch me and fill me and fuck me.”

  “That’s right.” Another inch, his thumb circling her clit in that steady, maddening rhythm.

  Katrina could feel it tunneling into her, forcing her channel to open.

  “It’s heavy. And cold.”

  “Then maybe you need my mouth on you to warm you up.” Dante knelt beside the bed, using one hand to both hold the dildo and toy with her clit. With the other he squeezed her closest breast, before closing his teeth on her nipple.

  Katrina grunted, a primal unsexy noise. This was what he’d brought her to. The massive dildo went in another inch.

  “Master,” she gasped.

  “Soon,” he promised.

  He withdrew the dildo partway, then thrust it in with enough force that she slid up the bed half an inch, screaming in a mix of shock, pleasure, and just enough pain to make it interesting.

  “Relax and accept it. Your Master wants your pussy full and stretched.”

  Your Master.

  “Yes, Master. Yes. Fuck me and fill me and use me. I want to be yours.”

  “Good.” He shoved the dildo in deeper, wringing another strangled scream from Katrina.

  He sucked and bit one nipple while twisting and pinching the other. His thumb circled her clit, staying just far enough away to drive her crazy. And through it all the huge dildo invaded and opened her.

  Dante released her nipple with a pop, jumping to his feet. His gorgeous shoulders were rock-hard, the muscles knotted and tense. His cock was wet with pre-come.

  He knelt between her legs, one hand braced on her thigh as the other started to ease the dildo free of her body.

  “This is so fucking sexy. You’re stretched and tight. Almost out. Good. That’s it.”

  The dildo slid free, and Katrina felt the loss keenly.

  Rubber snapped, and when she opened her eyes he’d pulled on a glove, and was rubbing lube on his fingers.

  “It’s going to be okay, Katrina. Actually, it’s going to be more than okay. It’s going to be so fucking sexy.”

  She nodded, but trepidation made her tense. He examined her face.

  “Green, yellow, or red?”

  “Somewhere between green and yellow, Master.”

  “Then we need to fix that.” He planted his ungloved right hand on her lower abdomen, his thumb pointed down, perfectly positioned to reach her clit. His left hand, gloved and lubed, gently stroked her labia.

  “I’m going to go slow. I’ll start with three fingers, then four.”

  Katrina’s fingers and lower lip were trembling. “I’m scared, Master.”

  “I know you are. But you also want this, don’t you?”

  Damn him for being right. Damn herself for her own perverted nature. “Yes, Master.”

  His thumb stroked her clit, not in circles this time, but up and down in firm, hard passes. Three fingers slid into her, fucking her gently. Between the preparation and lube it was easy.

  “Tell me what you want. I want to hear you say what I’m going to do to you.”

  Katrina’s nipples pebbled. “You’re going to fist my pussy, Master. You’re going to put your fingers inside me—”

  “How many fingers?”

  “First three, then…then four.”

  He added a fourth finger, his pinky sliding in to join the other three.

  Thrust, thrust. He fucked her with his fingers, which made a taper, his knuckles stretching her with each forward thrust.

  “What comes next, Katrina?” He coaxed an answer from her with his thumb on her clit, pausing until she replied, and when she did rewarding her by rubbing her clit in a tight circle.

  “Add…you’ll add your thumb, Master. You’ll add your thumb and start pressing all of your hand up into me.”

  His action followed her words. Her body stretched to accommodate his thumb, but it was just this side of pain, and without the lube it wouldn’t have worked.

  “You’re going to come for me now, Katrina. I have five fingers inside you, so you’re going to come five times before I’m done.”

  She was about to warn him that she wasn’t sure she could. The stretching sensation was too new, too foreign, and it was distracting her body from all the things that would otherwise have been easy arousal builders and orgasm triggers—the ropes, the ache in her nipples, the thumb on her clit.

  But he was right, her Master was right, because when he set to work on her clit with increased speed she came. It surprised her—normally her pussy tightened just before an orgasm, but as stretched as she was she hadn’t had that telltale warning sign.

  Katrina screamed and arched her back.

/>   Master Dante pressed his fingers in deeper. The burn of stretched skin at her entrance had eased, and now she was more aware of how full she was, how deep his fingers were inside her.

  “Come again, Katrina.”

  “Master, please, I need—”

  “Look at me,” he barked, voice low and commanding.

  Katrina’s eyes snapped to his.

  “Come for me. Come for your Master.”

  His thumb flicked her clit, his words echoed through her soul, and Katrina came again, just as her Master commanded.

  His hand pressed in further. “You’re gorgeous and amazing, Katrina. My knuckles are in, and most of my thumb. All we have left is my thumb joint.”

  “I don’t know if I can,” she stammered.

  The sensations were overwhelming—she felt invaded and off base, her body not wholly her own, but his plaything, and that both excited and enraged her.

  “You can, because I want you to.”

  His will pressed down on her, and she responded to it. That was her port in this storm. He was her Master, she would trust him, accept him, and what he wanted to do to her body.

  Dante coaxed two more orgasms from her body, and with each he worked his hand deeper into her.

  “That’s it, Katrina. I’m fisting your pussy. Lift your hips, very carefully.” He pulled the pillow out from under her with the hand not buried in her pussy.

  “Look, Katrina.”

  She looked down, vision blurry with pleasure—the last orgasm had been a doozy. Her pink pussy was stretched around his wrist, his hand totally disappeared within her. She could just see the edge of the black rubber glove. The sight was so raw and dirty that her mouth went dry. She’d never done this before. It was a first she was sharing with him.

  He possessed her, commanded her.

  He was her Master.

  “For the last orgasm you’re going to come from just the feeling of my hand in your pussy.” Dante took his cock in his free hand.

  “Master, please, may I play with my nipples?”

  “No,” he snarled. “You’re going to lie back and think about what I’ve done to you—I flogged you and plugged your ass, and fucked you in front of a room full of people.