Party Favors

by Jennifer Dunne, Madeleine Oh

  “It’s a blindfold,” he told her. “Now you’re completely in the dark. You’ll be completely focused on what you feel.”

  “May I touch it?”

  “Yes. But don’t remove it, or the training session is over.”

  She nodded her understanding. Wearing the blindfold was tonight’s golden tassels—her sign of consent. Delicately, careful not to dislodge it, she reached up and patted the edge of the mask covering her eyes. It was a soft, padded satin the same size and shape as her beaded domino mask, over rigid eye cups that allowed her to open her eyes beneath the mask and further blocked all light.

  The mask had a thin elastic band to allow it to be positioned, but both sides also connected to a strong nylon belt. While she felt the front of the mask, Alex fastened the belt behind her head and tightened the slack. The blindfold settled flush against her skin, the eye-cups resting firmly against her face but not digging in.

  “Can you see any light at all?” he asked.

  “No, Master.”

  “Good.”

  The heat of his body vanished from behind her, and she strained her ears, trying to hear where he had gone. A drawer opened and closed in the far corner of the room. He’d gone to the bureau.

  She felt the radiant heat of his presence even before he spoke, announcing his return to her side.

  “Stand now. Do you need a hand?”

  “No, Master.” Carefully, Keri placed her hands flat on the polished wood floor, shifted to kneeling on one knee with one foot carefully positioned by her hand, then got the other foot beneath her and rose fluidly to her feet.

  “Very graceful, almost as if you were dancing.” He stepped behind her, leaning her body back against his so that her shoulders rested against his chest, and her head was pillowed on his shoulder. Holding her lightly around the waist, he swayed sinuously from side to side, brushing the bulging front of his slacks against the back of her hip huggers. Gradually, his movement ceased being side to side, and became a forward and back rocking, pressing his erection into the cleft of her ass.

  Keri moaned softly, her buttocks clenching in a futile effort to draw his teasing pressure deeper. Why were they still wearing clothes? Clothes only got in the way of touching, and stroking, and thrusting, and…

  “You’ll dance with me, here in the dark, won’t you?” Alex’s deep, accented voice broke into her thoughts. “The two of us, linked together, making our own music.”

  “Oh yes, Master. Whenever you say.”

  “Then first, you must be dressed for dancing.”

  His hands slipped from her hips to the front of her pants, deftly unbuttoning them and lowering the zip. Hooking his thumbs inside the waistband of her panties, he slid pants and panties down, stroking and caressing her hips and thighs as he went. He knelt behind her, his soft hair rubbing against her hip, as he worked the clothing down to her ankles, then helped her out of her shoes.

  When she was completely naked, he nudged her legs apart. Damp anticipation misted her lips as she wondered what he would do next. Kiss her? Stroke her? Lick her? Probe her with his fingers? Or simply thrust his cock into her?

  The anticipation built as he seemed to ignore the temptation displayed before him, rubbing her calves and caressing her legs. But she was the one who was blindfolded, not him. She knew he could see her, spread in front of his face, her labia growing pinker and plumper the more she thought about his hard cock slipping between them. The short hairs glistening with the damp lubricant that overflowed her channel.

  Alex turned his head, pressing a quick kiss high on her ass, then following it up with a sharp nip. Keri gasped, her knees trembling at the unexpected pain. A wave of pleasure washed over her, and hot fluid rolled down the inside of her thigh.

  “Master,” she moaned, pleading for something although she didn’t know what.

  He stood, stepping away briefly before his near presence warmed her back again.

  “Put out your arms, away from your body,” he instructed.

  She did as ordered. He reached beneath her, and wrapped something around her chest. Her first thought was that he was using a gauze panel, like she’d seen illustrated in the Bondage picture for her costume. But it didn’t feel soft like gauze. It was clingy and unyielding, wrapping tight around her breasts and ribcage.

  A sharp ripping sounded from behind her. Then he passed a second layer of whatever it was around her lower ribs and stomach. Another ripping sound, and a third piece bound her hips and ass. He ripped and applied a fourth piece between her legs, tucking it into her crevices and pulling it tight. The brief caress of his fingers pressing inside her made her pulse with readiness, steaming inside the clinging covering.

  “Plastic wrap?” she asked.

  “Yes. You’re all shrink-wrapped, perfect for preserving you in a state of hot, wet readiness.” His fingers slid between her legs again, rubbing the plastic wrap over the skin too slick for it to adhere to.

  She groaned, wishing he would punch through the seal and put his fingers deep inside her. Or better yet, his cock.

  Instead, he put his hands on her hips and guided her forward half a dozen steps. “Do you know where you are?”

  “In front of the bed?” she guessed.

  He turned her around, so the bed was behind her, then pushed her slowly backward onto it. She landed on the familiar black rubber sheets.

  The bed creaked slightly as Alex climbed onto it after her. He wrapped soft fur around her wrists, buckling the fur in place, then lifted her arms with a rattle of chains. The chains clipped onto the headboard posts with two sharp snaps, holding her arms away from her body at a comfortable angle.

  He stroked two more lengths of fur down her thighs, then over her shins, to finally wrap tightly around her ankles. The chains pulled her legs further apart as he spread her ankles and fastened them to the footboard posts.

  She quivered, hearing him moving and not knowing where he was or what he was doing. Finally, she felt a puff of hot air brush her cheek.

  “You remember the candles decorating the room?” he asked, his voice low and promising the possibility of incredible ecstasy or excruciating torment.

  “Yes, Master,” she whispered. Was that what was heating the air near her face? She strained her ears, and thought she heard a faint sizzle of wax.

  “They’re having an artist’s reception downstairs. But I’m going to turn you into my own personal work of art. Think of this as a wax casting.”

  She did hear wax sizzling. The heat of the candle was now down by her breasts, dangerously close to her left nipple. Plastic wrap was flammable. What if he lit her on fire? There was no way she could drop and roll, chained to the bed the way she was.

  Keri flexed her arms and legs, testing the limits of the chains. She could straighten her arms, but only if she stretched them above her head. The chains prevented her from touching any part of her body, although she could snatch the mask from her eyes if she tilted her head while she reached.

  She barely considered it. Alex would not hurt her—not in any way that didn’t eventually lead to pleasure. It was just the path to that pleasure she wasn’t sure about. Nervously, she began trembling and rolling from side to side.

  “Careful!” Alex commanded. “You must lie completely still. You don’t want me to accidentally burn you, do you?”

  Keri froze, terrified of what might happen if she so much as breathed. A drop of hot wax dripped from the candle he held over her breast, splashing onto the sensitive skin.

  She screamed, arching against the chains binding her to the bed frame. At the same time, she felt a rush of fluid between her legs, as her body could not tell the difference between intense arousal and intense fear. She fell back onto the sheets, panting, and completely confused.

  The wax had shocked her, but it hadn’t been hot enough to burn. Now it was cooling, solidifying against the curve of her breast like a warm caress.

  Alex chuckled, no doubt reading her emotions on her face. “Surp
rise.”

  A second drop of wax fell, splashing the other breast. Again, her body arched from the shock, her brain screaming that she was burning, and her sex pulsing hot and wet with a fire of its own.

  Alex drew his finger through the warm candle wax, spreading it in a thin layer across her breast. She heard a faint clink, as if he’d placed something on a dish, and then the burning heat was applied directly to her nipple.

  She screamed, arching against her chains in a futile effort to escape that only pressed her skin deeper into the flame. Alex pulled the flame away, leaving her shaking and gasping for breath, thrashing in her bonds in a desperate bid to escape. But gradually rational thought conquered her unreasoning terror.

  She stopped moving. “Why aren’t I on fire?”

  “The human nervous system processes both extremes of heat and extremes of cold the same way. That was an ice cube.” He stroked her cheek gently with warm, slightly waxy fingertips, then brushed her tangled hair back from her face. “I promised I would not hurt you. But I will terrify you, to push your mind and body past the comfortable safety of what you know, into the liberating ecstasy of the darkness beyond.”

  In the darkness of her blindfold, unable to see his expression, she hung on his every syllable, wringing his softly accented words for each drop of meaning she could squeeze from them.

  “That’s right. You told me that last night. I forgot.”

  “No, you didn’t. Or you’d have taken off the blindfold.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her chilled nipple, inside its plastic wrap covering. “You wanted to be frightened.”

  Recalling her recent panicked frenzy, Keri’s heart pounded, her pulse raced, and her breathing turned shallow and harsh, as if she was reliving the fear. But now she was also aware of the tingling in her breasts, straining against the confining plastic wrap, and the hot liquid pooling at her throbbing sex. She wanted him to rip the plastic away and ram his cock into her, to cover her body with scalding wax until she burned for him, and to torture her in ways she hadn’t even begun to think of yet.

  “Oh, God, yes,” she whispered. “Take me. Terrify me. Make me scream.”

  “I will,” he promised. “I will.”

  Keri lost all concept of time as he covered her wrapped body with molten wax and melting ice. She shivered and screamed and came in a shuddering rush, only to have him push her trembling body into another tense buildup and shattering release.

  Alex prodded the plastic wrap between her legs—with his fingers, a candle stump, or his cock, she neither knew nor cared. She tilted her hips, begging him to press harder, further, ripping through the plastic so she could feel him inside her at last.

  “I think you might be leaking,” he said softly, stroking her swollen labia through the plastic. She moaned and writhed beneath his touch, rattling her chains. “We’ll have to plug that leak.”

  “Plug me,” she begged.

  “With a wax seal,” he answered.

  The heat of a candle flame hovered above her open thighs, and a sudden panic gripped her. “No! Not there!”

  She tried to close her legs, to move away from his candle, but the chains kept her spread, and rocking her hips only allowed one side of her to escape. The other side rose up, even closer to the blazing candle.

  He tilted the candle, the soft hiss of molten wax hitting the flaring wick announcing his intentions. Keri whimpered, frozen with fear, no longer able to think clearly enough even to beg.

  The wax dripped, a hot splash knifing through her open sex. Keri screamed, her body spasming uncontrollably, pain, pleasure, heat, and pressure swirling chaotically through her senses until she didn’t know what touched her, or where. Then he thrust a blazing firebrand deep into the crevice of the plastic wrap. She screamed again, the muscles of her vagina clenching the fiery invader, trying to pull it deeper, even as she arched up from the bed, trying to escape the overwhelming sensation.

  The combination was too much for her. She climaxed, then almost immediately climaxed again, shattering her last hold on rational thought and sending her spiraling into the darkness where the flames of thousands of suns lit her way.

  The first thing she noticed when she regained her senses was that Alex was lying beside her, stroking her breast with a soft piece of fur. Her bare breast. The plastic and the wax had been removed while she was floating through the cosmos.

  She turned toward him, and realized her arms and legs were no longer chained to the bed. He’d also removed her blindfold, although since he’d extinguished the candles as well, she couldn’t see any more than she could when she’d been blindfolded.

  “That was…I can’t even describe it,” she said softly. “What was that you put in me?”

  “Another ice cube.” Alex moved the fur, stroking her hip and ass, and placed his mouth to her breast. He licked, and kissed, and suckled her, slowly, in time to the gentle sweep of the fur against her skin.

  She moaned softly, and buried her fingers deep in his hair to keep his talented mouth on her aching breast. Running her hands through the thickness of his hair, she discovered it had a slight wave, and was neatly trimmed just below his hairline.

  Sudden realization froze her hands in mid-caress. She’d had no idea what his hair was like, picturing it like Julian McMahon’s simply because he reminded her so strongly of Cole, the dark demon, and she had no real knowledge to supplant that mental picture. She had only the vaguest of notions of what he looked like at all, knowing his height and build, and what his chin and lips looked like when they were painted gold. Her questing fingertips found the edge of his ears, his jaw line, and then tried to construct an image of his cheeks and nose.

  He pulled away from her breast. “What is it?”

  “I just realized I don’t know what you look like.”

  “Because I did not want you to know. You must promise me that you won’t try to see my face.”

  Her fingertips had encountered no scars or deformities, just a slight stubble of beard shadow. He seemed well proportioned, with sweeping, arched brows, a straight, slender nose, full lips and a strong jaw.

  “But—”

  He placed his finger on her lips, silencing her protest. “Do not argue with me on this, or I will be unable to train you.”

  She hesitated, her natural curiosity warring with the fear of never making love with him again. But she trusted that he would do nothing to harm her. Whatever his reason for keeping his face hidden, it was nothing dangerous. She was certain that all would be revealed in time.

  “As you will it, Master. I am your obedient slave.”

  His tense body relaxed, and he rolled her beneath him, his hard cock probing for entrance. “As a good Master, I must reward you for your obedience.”

  Keri sighed, completely forgetting about finding out what he looked like, caring only about the wonderful way that he made her feel.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Keri came to her senses in darkness, aware of Alex’s warm, toned body beside her, the weight of his arm draped across her, and his deep rhythmic breathing. She nuzzled his chest that had been serving as her pillow, finding and licking his flat nipple.

  His breath hitched, and the nipple sprang to life beneath her lips. Another sign of his interest rose to life against her thigh.

  “Are you awake?” she whispered.

  “I am now.”

  “Can we make love again?”

  “My dear Adina, you’re insatiable.”

  Keri shook her head, brushing his chest with her hair. “My real name’s Keri.”

  She heard the rustle of his hair against the rubber sheet as he shook his head in response. “No. That’s your real name, for the real world. Here, in the magical world we create together, you need a magical name. You are Adina, ornament of pleasure.”

  She blinked in surprise. “Is that what the name means? I just thought it sounded exotic.”

  “Yes. I looked it up.”

  “And Alex? Is that your real name or is it
just for use here?”

  He hesitated, until she thought he wouldn’t answer, then finally replied, “It’s the name I was given, or part of it, anyway. But I only use it here.”

  But thinking of the real world reminded her of her job, and her responsibilities. “Is it morning yet?”

  He turned away, reaching for something. A bright blue light flared in the darkness, casting strange shadows on the wall of whips, but at the wrong angle to illuminate his face. “No. It’s about one o’clock.”

  The light faded as he released the IndiGlo button on his watch, then turned back toward her. His hand stroked over her ass and hip, then shifted her thigh so that his cock slipped between her legs.

  “We have plenty of time,” he whispered. “You won’t have to wait until tonight for another session.”

  “I won’t be able to see—I mean be with—you tonight. I have to get ready for a big presentation at work. We’re planning—”

  “Shh.” His hissed order came out sharply, but the fingers he laid across her lips were gentle. “No talk of work. That belongs to the real world, out there.”

  Keri nibbled his fingers, feeling his leap of response between her legs. He growled softly, rolling onto his back and pulling her astride him.

  “I obviously didn’t tire you out enough earlier. I’ll just have to make love to you again and again until you’re too exhausted to move.”

  She shivered, feeling the heat building where he was pressed against her, and rubbed back and forth against his cock, seeking the angle that would put him inside her. “You’re not at all tired, either.”

  He grabbed her by the waist and held her still. “I’m also not wearing a condom, so none of that. No, you’re moving too much. That will be our next lesson.”

  The blood pooled in her sex, throbbing with eager anticipation. Her breathing turned shallow, her skin flushing first hot and then cold. “Will you chain me to the bed again?”

  “No. It’s the suspension sling for you. But first, I have to find the blindfold. I want you completely at my mercy.”