by Anya Summers
"Relax," he murmured in her ear. The deep rumble of his voice, the gravelly vibration of it, sent liquid trails of pleasure straight to her core. God, did the man's voice make her hot. Elise wondered if it was possible to have an orgasm just by having him talk to her in that deep, bedroom voice of his.
"Put your hands at your sides and watch the scene. Do not close your eyes, do you understand?" Tyler instructed, with a slight nip on her earlobe, which almost made her eyes cross.
"Yes, Sir." She followed his orders, placing her hands at her sides on the couch, unclenching her fists. Elise forced herself to concentrate on the scene area as Tyler seemed bent on waylaying her hang-ups into dust as he treated her body like his own personal amusement park.
Did that mean he had to be so many inches to ride her?
She contained her nervous giggle, shifting a bit in his lap. The firm bulge of his manhood, still caged in his leather pants, let her know he'd have no problem in the length department.
The couple on the stage, Sean and Molly, had finished setting their scene. Sean was a thickly muscled Dom who reminded Elise of a soccer player with his build. His dark hair was closely cropped, his face blunt and, while attractive, reminded her a bit of a bulldog with black eyes, and a muscled body covered in tattoos that dipped beneath his leather pants. His sub, Molly, was the complete opposite of her Dom. She was lush and voluptuous, rounded and pale skinned, with honey blonde hair in pigtails that fell to her mid back. Molly was now completely and utterly naked, and strapped onto the St. Andrew's cross. Then she was whimpering as Sean inserted a vibrator into her pussy and turned it on.
Her Dom picked up a flogger. Elise held her breath at the sight. Sean caressed his sub's back with the leather straps and little mewling sounds came from Molly. The sound of her moans titillated Elise's senses and her pussy clenched in response. Then Sean pulled back and issued a series of swats to his sub's back and buttocks.
At the sub's groan, Elise's pussy throbbed in reply. A part of her knew she should be ashamed, but she did like watching. Her body went liquid with desire at the voyeuristic sight. It made her wonder what it would feel like if she was the one on the cross and Tyler was using the flogger on her butt. She bit back a moan.
"You like watching, don't you?" Tyler nibbled and nipped at her neck.
There was no reason to deny it. "Yes, Sir."
Elise jumped at the feel of Tyler's hands caressing her inner thighs. Her natural instinct was to close her legs against his intrusion. He was faster, and waylaid her silly attempt to block his access with his firm grasp.
"Keep them open, darlin'," he murmured in her ear, and proceeded to tease the delicate flesh of her inner thighs.
"Yes, Sir." Her pussy trembled in anticipation. She wanted his hands on her sex. God, was she easy. Between Tyler's magic hands and the scene at the cross, Elise couldn't seem to drum up the energy to protest.
Tyler proceeded to caress her body like he had an all access pass—which, as the rules stated, he did. He traced the insides of her thighs with feather light touches. Ran his hands up to toy with her breasts through the leather fabric. She hissed when one of his hands slid beneath the fabric and cupped her breast, abrading the nipple with his rough palm.
Her head fell back against his shoulder.
"Don't close your eyes or I will stop," he rasped, and sucked on her earlobe.
Sweet Jesus!
She snapped her eyes open, watching the scene. Sean had his sub heatedly moaning as he reddened her backside. Then Tyler's right hand headed back to Elise's spread thighs while his left hand played with her breast. He pushed aside her panties so that her pussy was bare for anyone to see. When she was about to protest, his thumb dipped between her folds and grazed her clit.
His appreciative growl rumbled in her ear.
"You like to watch, your honey pot is drenched."
His fingers caressed her folds. Bolts of pleasure slid through her system and she could do nothing but feel. She didn't even protest as he unzipped the front of her top and made her breasts visible to all and sundry. He inserted a finger in her sheath and her body clenched around him, attempting to pull him deeper. But all he did was lazily stroke his thumb in a circular pattern around her tight nub, keeping his finger embedded inside her pussy, still and unmoving. He was doing the same with her breasts, playing with the nipples, circling each bud with his fingers and occasionally rubbing a hard thumb over them.
It set her body on a primal sexual edge where, if he would just stroke his thumbs a little faster, she would come. He held her tightly, keeping her hips from any movement that would allow her surcease. If the man wanted to drive her crazy, he had succeeded. Her sex starved body soaked up every ounce of attention he bestowed upon it. She blew out a frustrated breathy mewl and shut her eyes.
"Keep them open or I will stop, and you will be disciplined for not following my orders."
On a groan, she re-opened her eyes and stared at the scene before her just in time to watch as Sean slid his cock inside his sub's back channel. Molly's howl of pleasure was mindless as her Dom pumped his hips and fucked her ass. Elise felt a residual thump and throb in her pussy with every thrust and cry from the scene on stage. And the eroticism of it all, knowing that Tyler felt every flutter, every clutch of her pussy walls around his finger as the scene drove her body higher to a blinding precipice, added to the heady intoxication of it.
Tyler never increased the pressure of his caresses, but kept them strong and steady. His finger buried deep in her pussy did little more than rock against her from time to time. His thumb circled her clit, the tiny bud swelling, and so ultra-sensitive she had to resist the urge to squirm in his lap.
The scene at the St. Andrew's cross reached a crescendo with the Dom hammering his cock inside his sub so hard that Elise could hear the slapping of flesh against flesh from where they sat. The Dom's guttural groans as he began to give in to the pull and heat of the scene left Elise panting, but he remained ever watchful of his sub, adjusting his thrusts in an effort to ensure she received pleasure.
The sub was delirious in her passion. That was what Elise wanted: that need that was so stark and profuse, it blotted out all the rest. Tyler slipped another finger inside her wet heat. Elise's eyes practically rolled back in her head as she moaned at the exquisite sensation—but she wanted more. Her pussy walls clasped at his fingers and she whimpered at the fuller sensation. She was so turned on she was nearly delirious in her need. If only he would thrust his fingers a wee bit harder, just a little bit, she'd come harder than she had in ages.
'Tell me what you want, darlin'," Tyler commanded.
She shook her head, not comfortable talking about it. She never had been. Elise knew she was repressed sexually. Hell, the fact that she was this close to coming and he'd barely done anything could attest to her freaking dry spell. She wanted to be brave and tell him what she needed but the words seemed to clog in her throat.
He withdrew his hands and she whimpered, her body shuddering at the sudden loss of contact.
Tyler twisted her face to hers so she could watch him suck the two fingers coated with her essence into his mouth and taste her. Her pussy quaked and thudded at the imagery. He savored the taste of her on his fingers with a hunger flaming in his blue eyes, almost turning them black in his need. Her last ex had never liked to go down on her, had said he couldn't stand the way she tasted. So to have a man not only taste her, but revel in it, made all the little synapses in her brain misfire, urging her to kiss him.
Without much thought, Elise for once in her life allowed her need to overtake her and kissed him with all the pent-up sexual frustration she felt. There were years and years of sexual drought behind her kiss. And he tasted dark and smoky, like brandy and a cigar. She shifted her body so that she was flush up against him.
He let her direct the kiss for a blissful ten seconds before he took over. Elise lost the ability to think or reason, her brain simply clicked off as he ravished her mouth. He h
eld her face between his large calloused hands and commanded her surrender with every sure stroke of his tongue. He tipped her head back, angling her so that he could take her deeper. She forgot everything with his kiss. Where they were, why she was there, she could barely remember her own name. The only thing she knew was that she needed him to keep kissing her.
She clutched at his chest in a bid to keep him from moving away. Elise wanted to climb inside Tyler and stay a while.
It was Tyler who pulled back. Tyler who put distance between them. Tyler who tried to position her so that her back was to him.
"No," she whined, struggling. She wanted kisses and an orgasm.
Her statement stalled his repositioning of her. "What did you say?"
"I said no. You don't get to—"
Tyler's face, the heat that had been in his eyes, turned grim. "But I do get to decide. That's how this works, darlin', between a Dom and a sub. And while we are here you will do as I say."
She was in such a state of need that she was near tears. His refusal torqued her overstimulated brain and she spat out, her body vibrating as her need turned to ire, "You're not the boss of me. I want to leave."
"Elise, while we are here, I am the boss of you. Now, you will correct your tone with me or—"
"Or you'll what, you big jerk?" Elise attempted to push off his lap, slapping her palms against his chest as she fought to extricate herself from his grasp.
"That does it, darlin', don't say I didn't warn you."
In a move that stole the breath from her body, Elise found herself upended and face down over Tyler's lap. She bucked and struggled against his hold, regretting that she'd ever agreed to this arrangement. Who the hell did he think he was? He wasn't her Dom, she didn't even know him. During her wiggling, she knew she was fighting like a girl as she squirmed. But he was stronger, and before she knew it, he had her arms restrained behind her back, where he clipped the two wrist-cuffs together.
Her breathing came in short shallow pants as she kicked her legs—only to have him bring one of his thickly muscled forearms down across her thighs, and then the other one across her lower back. Elise was well and truly pinned. Oh, she could try and kick her feet, but even she knew it was pointless.
Tyler growled, the grumble stern and in control. "Enough, darlin', or your punishment will be worse."
Punishment. He was going to… and then she felt cool air on her butt as he yanked her micro miniskirt up to her waist and then tugged her black G-string down so that her rear was fully exposed. She closed her eyes against the shame swirling in her chest. Any hope she'd had of maintaining her dignity had vanished. If she could just endure whatever punishment he deemed she'd earned, then she would leave the moment he'd finished. This lifestyle wasn't for her, she'd made a mistake and would chalk it up to experience.
The first swat of his hand against her butt seared her flesh and made her sputter. "Let me up, right now."
The second made her screech. He laid three fast, stinging spanks across her rear and she attempted to move off his lap. He planted his left arm more firmly across her lower back, holding her prisoner as he continued disciplining her. The more she struggled against his hold, the firmer his swats were. Heat radiated from her butt. She couldn't stop the tears when they began. The humiliation and degradation of her night was complete. She wasn't cut out for this, not one bit. Elise wasn't strong, she was anything but, and tonight proved she was a wimp.
All she'd wanted was more kisses, and he was spanking her for it. She still squirmed and fought against his hold as the tears fell, but it was more that she was angry with herself. She had allowed herself to be weak, to be needy. Hadn't she learned yet? No one wanted a woman who was weak and needy, especially not a broken one.
Tyler kept up his strokes, not relenting for a minute. Elise's internal struggle released and she lay limp as he delivered a few more blows. Fire seemed to erupt as he reddened her rear. Her eyes were shut but still leaking tears. Her shoulders sagged and she wanted nothing more than to curl into a ball.
Then Tyler stopped the spanking. But he didn't turn her over right away. Instead, he massaged her tender, burning flesh. Liquid pulls of need spiraled from her ass directly to her pussy, reigniting her flaming desire. His fingers sought her slit, pushing apart her flesh to stroke her sex. When Tyler slid his fingers into her pussy, she almost came on the spot, and moaned into the black leather of the couch.
He withdrew his fingers and righted her body so she was sitting in his lap.
He turned her face toward him. "I do not like a sub being mouthy. If you do so again, you will be punished again. Understood?"
Shame filtered through her system and she bowed her head, trying to hide the new influx of tears. "Yes, Sir."
She'd been in the wrong. She had agreed to play by club rules and broken them. He pulled her close and let her cry into his shoulder. He stroked her hair, giving her the gift of comfort as her heart seemed to leak onto his chest. It had been ages since she had cried. Elise knew she must have had a few tears stored up because she couldn't seem to stop. Even when he unclipped the cuffs, giving her freedom to move her arms, she just buried her face further into Tyler's strong and steady shoulder. He became her rock, solid and sure beneath her, and able to withstand her battered feelings.
And through the storm of her emotions, Tyler simply held her, comforting her, caressing her back. As they abated, he magically produced a tissue.
"Blow," he ordered.
She did as he asked, feeling ashamed of her outburst. "I'm sorry. I just didn't want you to… oh, never mind. I'm sorry, okay?"
"Look at me, Elise."
She gulped in a deep breath before turning her face up toward his. His eyes were steady and calm, reminded her of a Kentucky sky at midday in July.
"Finish what you were going to say for me, please," he requested, with a subtle command that his orders be obeyed.
"I didn't want the kissing to end," she murmured.
His eyes turned the color of molten sapphires and he put his hands on either side of her face. "Well now, darlin', just because I stopped, it didn't mean there won't be more, or that I didn't want to continue. But I was more intent on making you come."
A blush bloomed across her cheeks. "Oh."
"Speaking of…" His hand snaked between her thighs. "Let me in, darlin', I promise to make you feel good."
The slight drawl in his voice made her bones dissolve and her legs popped open. Liquid poured from her pussy.
"You liked the spanking. See this?" He held up two fingers coated with her juices. "This is your body telling me you liked the spanking."
He didn't give her a chance to reply but began stroking her nether lips, running his fingers through her soft tissues. Teasing her clitoris with the skill of a maestro directing a symphony orchestra. The nub had swelled and engorged further during her spanking, her body primed for his touch, needing the promised release. Although, instead of pounding his fingers inside her pussy and bringing her that sweet relief, he caressed and teased her flesh, driving her need so that her body seemed to be a taut bowstring as he learned her responses to his touch, strumming her body higher, until it was coiling tighter in on itself, and driving her over the edge of sanity.
He was making her mindless with his repeated strokes over her mons and grazing her clit. But he still wasn't inside her yet, just teasing her lips and pussy, circling her nub.
Elise whimpered her frustration.
She wriggled her butt, the burning sensation in her rear only adding to the heat in her loins. He held her release just out of reach and was driving her mindless with need. She realized the tiny frustrated growls were coming from her.
"Please." She finally broke her silence.
"Please, what?"
"Please make me come, Sir." She was thankful she remembered the last bit.
At her words, he pushed two digits inside her channel, thrusting them in as far as possible before he withdrew and plunged again. Tyler set u
p a blistering tempo as he fucked her with his fingers, with an edge that bordered on pain. He thrust again and again, adding a third finger, stretching her tissues as he hammered inside her wet heat.
Between one thrust and the next, Elise's body splintered and she screamed. "Ohhh."
Her body quaked and trembled, her pussy clenched and fluttered as she came. The waves of her release shattered her system into a million tiny bits and then she was adrift in a sea of replete pleasure. Limp in Tyler's arms, she allowed him to pull her close and cuddle her as her climax subsided. She felt herself start to drift off, not caring that she had just had one of the best orgasms of her life in front of a roomful of strangers.
Tyler wrapped her body in a warm blanket, still holding her close. God, when was the last time she'd just been held and cared for? Way too long ago. She'd actually forgotten how good it could feel to just have a set of strong arms hold you. Broken women like her, the ones who were barren, needed the comfort more, in truth. Because no matter what, there would always be a part of Elise that felt that, because of her defective womb, she wasn't enough, and when it came to matters of relationships, she'd always be the one who men tossed away and considered disposable goods.
She snuggled into his embrace, unwilling to move or have him end his hold on her too soon. One day, he'd let her go for good. Men always did.
Chapter Four
Tyler lay in bed as the first streaks of sunlight danced across the sky beyond his windows. He liked greeting the sun each morning, and was in the habit of leaving the curtains open. Most nights, anyway, except he'd barely slept a wink this past night as he'd lain awake, pondering the next steps to take with his new sub. And Elise was his, he'd not let another Dom near her. He used every ounce of his willpower to unclench his hands from the bedsheets at the thought of another Dom touching what he considered his—at least, not until her training was complete. And even then, the possessive nature of his feelings toward her, and after only one night, left him feeling rattled and more than a bit exposed.
