Grateful for his steadying hand, she exited the car on trembling legs. Her body hummed with hot anticipation, so that she could hardly think of anything but getting their clothes off and feeling him inside her at last.
He stepped behind her to close the car door, then wrapped her in a tight embrace, the heat of his erection cradled in the cleft of her ass and one of his hands cupping the chain mail mesh of her mock panty. He lifted the gauze panel at the back of her costume, pushing aside the other panels to expose her ass. His cock slid up her cleft, only the thin crotch chain preventing her from completely engulfing his hot length.
His free arm encircled her chest, his fingers resting on the chain connecting her breasts.
“I want you,” he whispered, the gloved fingers of his other hand slipping past her slack crotch chain to slide between her wet folds.
She moaned, closing her eyes and leaning back against him, her knees flexing to lower her further onto his sweet caress. He moved with her, rubbing his cock against the chain on her ass, then forcing his way past it to stroke his cock against her bare skin.
They groaned in unison.
“I want to take you now, spread you on the hood of my car and feast on your delights until we’re both ready to die from the pleasure.”
His fingers stroked deep within her, burning her with a fire that brought shivering ecstasy in its wake. She whimpered, writhing against his hand, feeling his cock hot and solid behind her. It was good, so good, but it could be so much better.
“Yes, Master. Whatever you want.”
“My sweet slave. You deserve better for your first time.”
He took a deep breath, and gave her one last deep caress, then withdrew his fingers. A moment later, he stepped away from her, depriving her of his warmth. She staggered, and nearly fell.
His arm came around her again, holding her steady without a hint of sexuality. “Come on. My apartment is on the second floor.”
She followed her sun god to an enclosed walk connecting the carriage house and the main building. He unlocked the outside door to the building, then entered a code in a surprisingly sophisticated burglar alarm to confirm that he truly belonged in the building. It was a far cry from her building’s antique dual-lock system.
“Isn’t that an unusual amount of protection in this part of town?” she asked.
“The first floor is an art gallery, with some extremely pricey artwork. The owner doesn’t want to take any chances.”
They climbed the stairs at the back of the building, then he unlocked the door on the second floor landing. His apartment wasn’t just on the second floor, it was the second floor.
A long hallway stretched the length of the building, hung with black and white photos and brilliantly colored paintings. He hung his keys on the wall beside the door, and flicked on the lights. Recessed spots illuminated the paintings, making the yellows and reds seem to burst into flame.
He steered her toward the second door on the right. It was a bedroom, but a bedroom like none she’d ever seen.
The walls were painted a flat, matte black. A full-size four-poster of wrought iron claimed pride of place in the middle of the room, covered with a black and gold comforter. Heavy black drapes covered the window opposite the door, gold tassels hanging useless beside them. A strange contraption of black leather and wood vaguely resembling a hammock chair hung suspended from the ceiling in one corner of the room, with a padded black massage table underneath it. Artfully arranged on the wall, a collection of whips in all sizes, shapes and colors filled the next corner, providing a welcome splash of color. They ranged in size from a tiny blue one that looked like a nylon feather duster, to one that was easily three feet long, containing a dozen lashes of knotted red leather.
In the third corner, a small bureau of gleaming black lacquer displayed a forest of pristine white candles. The fourth corner contained a door—black, of course—and the room’s only artwork, an ebony-framed painting of a blooming red rose under glass.
Her sun god waited patiently, letting her study the entire room. When she did not move, he said softly, “Welcome to my dungeon.”
“What are all these things?”
“Suspension sling, whipping bench, whips, bed, bureau, and connecting bathroom,” he answered.
“You use them all?” Her voice cracked on the last word.
He folded her reassuringly in his arms, holding her against the warmth of his body. “Not all at once. Certainly not for someone just learning the joys of slavery.”
Keri relaxed into his embrace. “That’s a relief.”
“Ultimately, the decision to use or not use any equipment rests with you. You can stop anything I’m doing just by saying ‘red light.’ And start it again by saying ‘green light.’“
“It’s my choice?” She turned, instinctively trying to see his expression, but his golden sun mask merely reflected her own wide-eyed fears at her. “But I don’t know…”
“Shh.” He placed one gloved finger on her lips, silencing her. “I will tell you what to do, and how and when to do it. I will push your body past the boundaries of what you thought you wanted, into realms you’ve never dared dream of. That journey may be scary, but trust that I always have your safety and pleasure in mind. If anything I do causes you pain due to an awkward position or incites unwarranted fear, stop me. I can fix your position, and we can discuss your fears.”
She shivered, his deep, accented voice stroking her soul the way his touch stroked her body. Keri nodded. “Okay. What do we do first?”
Gently, he opened her overcoat and lifted it off her shoulders.
“First, you dress like a proper slave. Let me see those sweet breasts and honeyed lips.”
He turned her to face him, his shielded gaze lowering so that she’d understand he wasn’t talking about her mouth.
Keri trembled, filled with excitement and just a hint of fear. She breathed deeply, thrusting out her chest, kicked off her ballet slippers and spread her legs in a wide stance, her hands on her hips.
“Should I remove the chain mesh, Master?”
“Yes.”
She pulled the modesty panel free, sighing as the weight was lifted from the chains around her waist. Her sun god scooped up the slippers, then reached out and took the chain mesh from her, deposited them with her coat onto the whipping table.
He walked around her, studying her, then announced, “I still can’t see how you hunger for me. Open your pants.”
Keri swallowed, remembering how good the Discipline outfit had felt last night. Her eager fingers fumbled on the waist chains, finding and releasing the lobster clasp. Quickly, she pulled the two shorter gauze panels off of the chain, then refastened the clasp. Again, her sun god was there to take the panels out of her hands, adding them to the pile on the table.
She parted the gauze in the back, exposing her ass. Then she opened the front, exposing her damp pubic hair. Her sun god’s golden lips turned in a satisfied smile.
“Yes, that’s better. Now to transform you into Snow White, with snow white skin and lips as red as blood.”
She trembled again at his words, not knowing what to expect. It sounded dark and sinister, something worthy of a powerful demon rather than a sun god. She could hardly wait to find out what he planned to do to her.
He crossed to the bed, and swept aside the covers. There were no sheets on the bed, only a glossy black covering.
“On the bed, slave. On your back, with your legs spread.”
Keri eagerly climbed onto the bed, stretching herself spread-eagled across the cool rubber sheet. He strolled slowly to her side, then leisurely reached between her legs and slid one gloved finger beneath her slack crotch chain. His finger stroked over her pubis, then back, the tip caressing the inner folds of her labia, then brushing her clit. She tilted her hips up, and his finger slipped further still, until it circled the entrance of her vagina. She moaned, eager for him to enter her further. Instead, he took his hand away.
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sp; “Your lips are honeyed, but they’re not yet red as blood. We’ll have to fix that.”
“How…?” she breathed, following his gaze to the whips hung on the wall. “You’re going to whip me? There?”
“Yes. With the softest whip I own. It will feel like a hundred silk threads sliding over your flesh, the teasing caress of a waterfall pounding against you, demanding entrance to your hidden mysteries.”
Warm liquid dribbled down the crack of her ass as her body reacted to his words. “Oh yes, Master. Please.”
“Turn sideways on the bed, so that I can reach you. And tuck up your knees.”
She did as he instructed, bending her knees so that she could fit crosswise on the bed, her eager pussy inches from the edge. She spread her arms wide in a gesture of offering.
While she repositioned herself, he walked over to the wall of whips and lifted down the tiny blue whip, then took the two heavy golden tassels from the drapes. He looped each tassel around a bedpost, and placed the ends in her hands.
“Hold onto the tassels. If you let go, I’ll stop whipping. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
He unclipped the crotch chain, letting it slither across her sensitive flesh until it pooled on the bed between her legs. Keri tightened her grasp on the tassels, eager yet afraid at the same time.
Softly, slowly, he stroked the tips of the whip’s many lashes across her primed flesh. It felt like hundreds of delicate butterfly caresses. She sighed with pleasure and closed her eyes, the better to devote her attention to the sensations with which he was blessing her.
He flicked the whip sharply, slapping her pussy with the side of it. Keri gasped in shock, but her flesh pulsed and warm liquid trickled over the lip of her vagina. He slapped her again, but when her body tensed for a third blow, he surprised her with another teasing caress, drawing the tips of the lashes from her ass all the way up to her pubis.
Then he feathered more caresses down the insides of her thighs, for all the world feeling as if he was painting her legs with a thick, soft brush. Keri relaxed, her thighs falling further apart, as she opened herself to his gentle touch.
The whip-slap against her pussy shocked her into half-rising from the bed, her fists clenching the golden tassels and her chest and shoulders lifting up. The lashes continued to flick against her swollen labia, short, sharp taps that teased her wet lips to open for him, pulsing in time to his strikes.
Half-sitting as she was, Keri could see her pussy spread before him, gleaming with the lubricant he’d called from her eager body. The wet red lips of her labia pulsed and clenched with every kiss of his whip. Soon she was rocking her hips, leaning into his strokes, gasping and groaning with each hit.
He whipped her one last time, the nylon lashes of the whip curling deep within the gaping crevice of her exposed pussy, and she came in a powerful rush, screaming in wordless ecstasy.
Shuddering and trembling with the aftershocks, she clutched the golden tassels with aching fingers, knowing only that she could not let go, or this wonderful, blissful feeling might end. His gloved fingers stroked her pulsing flesh, fondling her clit and probing into her vagina. She moaned, unable to form words to beg him to continue touching her that way.
“Now your lips are sweet with honey, and red as blood,” he told her. “Time for the kiss from the prince who will awaken the sleeping Snow White.”
She heard his robes rustling, then felt the heavy, hot tip of his cock sliding down the path his fingers had just traveled. Keri whimpered, needing him inside her, filling her. She was wide open, hot and wet, and his cock slid smoothly into her in one long thrust.
He grabbed the chains around her waist, pulling her hips closer.
“Lock your legs around my waist,” he ordered.
She obeyed instantly, pulling him tight so that his balls brushed her ass, and his thick pubic hair teased her swollen clit.
She expected him to move inside her, thrusting in and out, using his cock like a whip. Instead, he held completely still, sheathed deep inside her. Slowly, he glided one gloved hand up her quivering stomach, over her gauze-covered breasts, to the chain hanging between them.
He tugged the chain. Sharp pain blossomed on her nipples, then flowed in a wave to her center, where his cock was still sheathed tight inside her. Her muscles clenched around him, hot, and hard and oh so good, and she moaned.
“Oh yes, Master. Again. Please. Again and again and again.”
Carefully, he pulled the gauze of her halter top up, freeing her breasts. He tapped lightly on each disk, sending waves of fire through her. Each time, her muscles clenched, tightening around his rigid cock.
Instead of building her to a blazing climax, he smoothed his gloved hands over the curves of her breasts, stroking the sides and swirling around the base where they rose from her rib cage. Keri’s eyes drifted closed, her breathing slowing to match his caresses as she sprawled bonelessly on the bed.
Then he tugged on the chain.
She bolted half upright with a gasp, fists clenched around the drapery tassels and shoulder muscles straining to lift her from the bed. Sheets of fire cascaded from her nipples to her core, and she tightened around his cock, the unyielding iron sending spasms of pleasure through her as her muscles clenched and released, again and again. She panted for air, unable to breathe in the sudden heat consuming her.
Then his hands were stroking and gentling her, once again soothing her body until she relaxed. Her shoulders sagged, and she collapsed back onto the bed. Her breathing slowed, but she did not truly relax. Every time his caresses shifted position, she held her breath and tensed her body, wondering if this time, he’d bathe her in a wave of fire that would completely destroy her.
Eventually, even though his hands remained soothing and gentle, the anticipation coursing through her sparked its own restless fire. She panted for breath, fearing that he would not give her the release she desired until she was calm and placid. The fear fed the hunger, and she trembled with need. Her deep muscles quivered, gripping and releasing his hard cock.
“Who’s your sun god?” he asked, his accented voice harsh with strain.
“You are,” she moaned.
“Who do you worship?”
“You.”
“How do you worship me?”
“However you say.”
“I am the sun god. Worship me with fire!”
On the last word, he yanked on the nipple chain. The pain exploded over her in a ball of fire, lifting her body in a glorious arch between her head, suspended between the taut drapery cords, and her hips, locked to his. He grabbed the chains wrapping her waist and held her tight as he thrust even deeper.
They cried out together, his wordless shout of triumph cutting through her screams of “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
The dim corner of her brain still capable of rational thought noticed the lack of his seed spurting into her, and realized he must have put on a condom at some point. Then the aftershocks claimed her. As she gasped and shivered beneath him, he reached out and squeezed her breasts in time with the flames coursing through her. Instead of subsiding, they built, quickly flaring out of control. Once more, he tugged on her nipple chain.
She went supernova, and the starburst swept her consciousness into a deep black hole, leaving nothing but pleasure.
* * * * *
Keri blinked her eyes and groaned. She was sore all over, worse than the hardest workout in the gym, and she just wanted to snuggled deep into the soft cloud surrounding her and go back to sleep. But the light was shining directly into her eyes.
She turned her head, pulling the comforter up to her ears, trying to evade the unwelcome reminder of morning. But it had roused her enough for her other senses to kick in. An unfamiliar scent of spices rose from the too-soft pillow. Soft flannel sheets caressed her naked body, instead of crisp cotton sheets and a nightshirt washed until it was softer than the fuzzy fur of a kitten.
Where was she? Her window was at the foot of h
er bed. Yet the morning light was shining across her face.
She opened her eyes, blinking and trying to focus on the unfamiliar surroundings. She was in an unfamiliar bedroom, with olive walls, antique gold bedding, and burgundy curtains at the windows, held back with golden cords.
The sight of the cords brought back the memory of last night. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back onto the pillow, reliving the exquisite torment her Master had meted out to her. She’d never dreamed that slavery could be so liberating.
Her Master must have carried her into his bedroom after that last glorious orgasm that had shattered her world. He’d also stripped off the remnants of her costume and put her to bed. But where was he?
Keri smiled, anticipation warming her blood. Last night, she had been a slave girl and he had been a sun god. Today, she’d see who had been behind that mask. She tried to imagine what he looked like, but her mind’s eye could only picture the demonic Cole from Charmed. After all, her mystery lover had a sexy accent that grew stronger when his passions were aroused, just like Julian McMahon’s character.
She threw off the covers and swung her legs out of bed, wincing as the movement pulled muscles in her groin that she’d overexerted last night. Tentatively, she reached between her legs and pressed on the sensitive flesh. It was sore, but it didn’t hurt enough to be bruised. Just strained.
A straight-backed leather and chrome chair had been pulled over next to the bed, and her clothes were piled neatly on top of it. A folded piece of paper, inscribed “‘Adina’“, rested on the pile.
She opened the note. Strong black handwriting filled the page beneath a monogram of the letter A chiseled in stone.
Thank you for a wonderful night. I hope you enjoyed yourself as much as I did. I regret that I had a previous engagement, and had to leave before you awoke. The bathroom is well stocked for guests — help yourself to whatever toiletries you need. I put out a T-shirt and pair of sweat pants you can wear home, if you’d rather not wear your costume. You may keep them if you’re having second thoughts about what we did last night. However, if you would like to continue your training with me, bring them with you when you come back tonight at 8pm. Buzz twice at the door and I will let you in. Here is your first order, if you choose to be my slave: Do not investigate the rest of the apartment. All rooms but the bathroom and bedroom are off limits to you, and as soon as you’re ready, leave by the back door. It locks automatically. I will know if you’ve disobeyed me. Sincerely, Master Alex
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