by Anya Summers
"Yes, Sir. But what…" She broke off, unsure.
"Ask away, Elise. Part of a Dom and sub's relationship is honesty and trust. You can't keep secrets from me."
"What happens if I use the safeword?"
"All play will stop immediately. We will discuss what you're feeling, and either stop the play entirely, or readjust until it is more comfortable for you. If something feels uncomfortable, not necessarily painful, but just not right, I want you to say 'yellow'. Then I will stop and readjust until the issue has been fixed."
She nodded. "Okay."
Relief flooded her body and she felt herself relax further into his big frame. She didn't have a high tolerance for pain. And she knew from what she had seen so far during her few times in the club, that in some of the scenes, the submissives had undergone more pain than Elise believed she was capable of withstanding. Knowing that he would stop if something hurt too much alleviated one of her fears about the night ahead.
"Do you have any other questions before we begin?"
Only about a million, but for now, with the moment of truth upon her, Elise couldn't remember even one. She forced air into her lungs. "No, Sir."
"Good. Let us begin."
Tyler put her on her feet, stood, and drew her toward the corner of the room, where what looked like a medical exam table resided. It made Elise think of the trips to her gynecologist's office. It was padded and covered with black leather.
In a move that stole her breath, Tyler picked her up and deposited her on the table. The leather was cool beneath her skin and goosebumps rose on her arms.
"Lean back for me."
At his request, Elise lay against the backrest, which was raised at a sixty-degree angle, making her feel a bit like she was in a La-Z-Boy recliner. Only on this one, her ass hung over the edge. Then Tyler picked up two long, black leather sleeves.
"These are arm binders. Hold out your arms, please."
Elise did as he requested and was rewarded with a slight smile on his lips. The leather was smooth and supple as he it over her hand and down the length of her arm. After he'd covered both arms, he fastened the attached belt around each wrist, form fitting the leather and making it impossible for her to slip her hands from the bindings. Then he did the same with the attached belts above her elbows. Tyler positioned her arm so that it lay at a ninety-degree angle, with her forearm crossing her midsection underneath her breasts. He clipped the metal ring at the top of her restraint near her fingertips to a chain loop on the table. Then he did the same thing with her other arm, going the opposite direction. This made it so that Elise was unable to move her entire upper body, and even a portion of her lower body, effectively cutting off any chance for escape or backing out.
"Deep breaths, Elise, you're doing wonderfully."
Tyler pulled her feet from their dangling position into metal stirrups, bending her legs at the knees. He proceeded to secure her feet into position, locking them into place with leather cuffs attached to the stirrups, and effectively making it impossible for her to move. Then he picked up and placed a black satin blindfold over her eyes.
A whimper escaped her lips at the loss of sight. Panic bubbled in her chest. She fought then, her internal Defcon button sounding, struggling inside the restraints. Terror surged inside her breast. And then Tyler's large hand touched her right thigh, sending electric shock waves through her system at the startling feel of him.
"Relax; nothing is going to hurt you. I won't leave you, ever. Just let go and enjoy."
That was easier said than done. Elise had always been a bit tightly wound, and having her control completely stripped from her being was about a foreign a feeling as ever. Except Tyler had promised her that this was about pleasure, not about fear. He wouldn't leave her alone like this. With the loss of her sight, her other senses became uniquely attuned. She sensed more than she felt his big body between her thighs, and her pussy walls quivered.
And then his lips captured hers and all thought fled. Elise could do nothing but feel. The way he traced her lips with his tongue, learning the contours of her mouth. Nipping and sucking at her bottom lip, his five o'clock shadow scraping against her chin, he created a firestorm in her body. She moaned as his tongue slid inside her mouth as he took the kiss deeper. Her hands clenched in the restraints as she battled her desire to touch him.
Elise's body turned into a throbbing vortex of yearning at the way Tyler kissed her. It was no more than lips, tongue and teeth, and even more devastating in its simplicity of facets. He plundered, drinking down her moans into his mouth. Her tongue dueled with his and she attempted to follow his mouth as he pulled back. She whimpered when his mouth left hers and heard his chuckle.
"I'm going to use what's called a Wartenberg wheel. The purpose of this tool is to stimulate your nerve endings. Understood?"
"Yes, Sir."
Tyler applied the wheel, which felt like it was covered with pins. He rolled it over her shoulder, and where the points made contact with her skin, the sharp press created a delicious prickling sensation everywhere he moved it. He moved it over the crux of her shoulder and neck, leaving a blazing trail of fire in its wake. When he rolled it across her breasts, Elise moaned at the startling intensity of pleasure as it coursed through her veins. Tyler used the device on her tender globes, tracing the outline of her nipples until they swelled almost painfully. It created a residual thumping in her sex. Over and around the distended nipple, the pinpoints drove her passion up like she was ascending a rollercoaster. Only, the higher she climbed, the more there was an inferno heating her blood.
Her mouth dropped open on a guttural groan as Tyler's lips closed around one of her engorged peaks and slurped her flesh into his mouth. Moisture dribbled down between her splayed thighs. Even as he suckled one breast, he didn't stall the movement of the wheel against her skin, running it across her other nipple in crisscrossing patterns, shooting volts of pleasure straight to her sex. And then he moved his mouth to her other breast, clamping his teeth around her nipple in a series of sharp bites.
"Oh." Elise couldn't stop her surprised cry if she'd wanted to as hedonism overrode her other senses.
Tyler released her breast with a slight popping sound. Then he moved the wheel further south, running it over her belly and abdomen, across her hipbones until it neared her mound. Her sex tingled in anticipation. Would he drag it over her most sensitive tissues?
Instead of moving it directly to her apex, Tyler changed positions, switching to her feet and teasing her body from the other direction. Rolling it over her feet and ankles, then up over her calves. The tiny pinpricks set off a riot of pleasure everywhere they touched. It was like he was learning her body with the wheel, leaving no bit of flesh unexplored. When he moved the wheel up higher, running it along her inner thighs, Elise wondered if a person could actually die of too much pleasure. She wondered where the sounds, the breathy, pant-filled moans were coming from and then, with startling clarity, realized they were coming from her.
As he ran it across her mons, she gasped at the exquisite torture. With the way he'd positioned her on the table her labia lips were opened so that she was fully exposed. And he took full advantage of it, sending the wheel over her lips as she tried to tilt her sex up for more. Tyler circled her clitoris with the wheel. Her clit swelled and pulsed beneath the attention.
Elise no longer hid or contained her moans as her body surrendered to Tyler's deft and sure touch. He never relented for a minute with the wheel, turning her body into a mass of nerve endings. And then he ran it over her clit in a series of fast strokes, and her body splintered in two.
"Ahhh," she screamed, as her body arched and writhed as much as it could within her bonds. Her pussy shuddered and quaked as her climax decimated her system.
Tyler moved away and she whimpered at being left alone. But her whimper was cut short and turned into an open mouthed moan as his tongue swiped at her pussy lips. He didn't even give her body a chance to come down from one orgasm bef
ore he was driving it toward another. For the record, the man was stupendous at oral sex. And this time, he used his mouth and hands to drive her up over the ledge. He latched his mouth onto the distended bud of her clit and sucked on the taut flesh. Then his long fingers thrust inside her sheath in a series of rapid-fire thrusts meant to drive her insane. He set a forceful, steady rhythm as he added a third digit.
Mewls erupted from her throat as her body tightened in on itself. Every stroke of his fingers inside her, every tug of his mouth as he slurped and tormented her clit, ratcheted her body higher toward her release. When his teeth clamped around her clitoris, Elise screamed. Her pussy clenched around his fingers as she came in waves upon waves of pleasure, like the surf crashing into the shore.
Tyler didn't relent or stop even as her tremors subsided, just continued plunging his fingers inside her body and fondling her clitoris with his tongue in a series of flicks as he drove her body up to the precipice again and again. Elise couldn't form thoughts or even words at this point and she surrendered to the carnal indulgence that was this man. Her body became attuned to his in a way she'd never have expected, as he if was a part of her, wiggling his way into her soul as he brought her body to blistering, mindless climax again and again with only his mouth and hands.
It set a deep ache inside her and Elise was amazed that her body could want anything more, but it did. And she whimpered as he released her sex, withdrawing himself from her. Four. She'd had four back-to-back orgasms wrung from her body, and she wanted more. She craved to feel his length.
The sound of foil ripping reached her ears and Elise held her breath, waiting to see what Tyler would do next. And then he fitted the engorged head of his cock at the opening of her pussy. His hips thrust forward as he embedded his length inside her quivering heat. He was so enormous, she feared she wouldn't be able to take his full girth. He worked his huge cock in and out as he seated himself to the hilt, the head of his cock grazing the lip of her womb. Pleasure flooded her body at the feel of him inside her, so big it stretched her almost painfully as her pussy clenched around him. He held still, allowing her body to adjust to his impressive size and girth. Internally she cursed the blindfold, because she'd have loved nothing more than to see him, watch as his cock slid into her pussy, to see the expression on his face.
And then he shifted, withdrawing his length until only the tip remained in her sheath. She was about to protest his retreat when he began to move, slamming his cock in a series of fast strokes that stole all thought or reason from her. His hands gripped her hips as he rammed his length. He pumped his hips, the sound of flesh smacking against flesh filling the room, driving her pleasure higher until she felt like she'd been launched into the stratosphere. Elise had never in all her thirty-two years experienced such glorious lovemaking. Any resistance she might have had melted away as he canted his hips and jammed his cock in hammered strokes that were almost painful, walking that sweet line between pleasure and pain. The man was a machine. He had to be, she thought, as he increased the tempo of his thrusts.
One of his thumbs began circling her clit as he thrust and she was lost. He scraped his thumb over the swollen bud.
"Ohhh!" Elise wailed as her climax pulsed and trembled through her body. Her pussy clenched at his cock, trying to pull him deeper inside. Tyler's speed increased. His strokes became more forceful, his pace less controlled as he gave in to his own desire.
Now his groans were reaching her ears as he pumped his hips in rapid succession, never relenting or waning in his pursuit. He thrust repeatedly. His cock swelled inside her folds, lengthening further. When his cock jerked as he slammed inside her pussy, the walls of her sheath convulsed around his jolting member as he growled his release. He hammered her pussy as he strained, and his cum filled the condom.
Elise's head lolled as her body seemed to be on another planet entirely. A haze shrouded her foggy brain. Her limbs felt weightless and not even connected to her body.
She whimpered at the empty feel as Tyler withdrew his length from her pussy, which still quaked with residual pleasure. Her arms and legs were no better than cooked spaghetti noodles.
Tyler removed her blindfold first, and then the restraints. With the gentlest of care, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her from the bedroom into the bathroom.
"What?" Her foggy brain tried to comprehend what he was doing or planned to do with her now, when she couldn't even stand on her own two feet.
He set her on a padded vanity bench and started running water into the enormous, lake-sized bathtub.
"Someone deserves a bubble bath," Tyler murmured as he picked her up again and deposited her in the steaming hot water. And then he climbed in behind her, pulling her back up against him so that she was surrounded and warm.
"Relax, sweetheart. I've got you." He kissed her temple and any last resistance of hers burst as the water soothed her body while Tyler's embrace soothed some of the broken parts of her soul.
Tyler didn't do anything more than hold her. If anyone had asked her how her first night of experiencing the lifestyle would end, this would have been the last thing Elise would have figured. The comfort and care warmed her heart in ways she'd not expected. He'd promised her pleasure and delivered above and beyond, surprising her with his dedication and ability to give her body the most delicious orgasms of her life. Did she want more? Yes. She wanted to experience everything he had to offer. And if, in her heart, she wanted more than just a physical interlude with him, she quashed it. Guys like Tyler didn't settle for women who were broken. It was better that she focus on experiencing more earth-shattering climaxes than wishing for something that could never be.
Chapter Six
Strains of Claude Debussy's Claire de Lune tinkled from her phone on the nightstand. Elise opened a bleary eye and recognized her room. Faint wisps of light filtered through the curtains, attesting to the fact that another night had passed into history. Granted, once again, she had no memory of arriving back in her room. Hell, she didn't even remember leaving Tyler's bathtub last night.
Her body was more relaxed than it had been in ages. Multiple orgasms could do that to a person. Tyler had done that for her.
When her phone just wouldn't quit ringing, Elise untangled her limbs from her covers. Somehow during the night, she'd gotten into a wrestling match with them, and she was rolled up inside them like the stuffing in a burrito. She missed the call by mere seconds as she stared at the screen. It was Kara. A voicemail popped up on her screen three seconds later.
Sitting up, shaking her head over the fact that she was naked in bed yet again, she played Kara's voicemail with a small smile hovering about her lips.
"Elise, I just received a copy of Bridal Designs. Call me the minute you get my message and we can plan a course of attack. Don't worry, we'll get this fixed. Call me, okay?"
Her good mood vanished with a snap. Kara knew. Which meant the rest of the world wasn't far behind.
Elise put her phone down, opting to play the ostrich and ignore her best friend for the time being. She wasn't ready to talk about it or dissect it. She wasn't ready to admit how much and how hugely she had failed. Placing her head in her hands, she swiped at the tears clouding her vision.
She let it all out: the frustration, the fear, and the heartache that had been her constant companions recently. Pity party, table for one. It was the story of her life. Elise knew she was being far too sensitive about the review. Everyone got a bad review now and again. It was just the double whammy of the bad review and the scathing campaign by the Manhattan socialite to put her out of business. Mainly because the socialite was winning, and Elise's business was sinking faster than the Hindenburg. She wanted to get angry about it, she had tried to use her fury, but as with everything in her life her lately, it too seemed to sputter and die, until all that was left was sheer exhaustion. The late hours, the constant strain and worry, the lack of sleep, had all taken their toll. She was just so blessedly tired of fighting when she di
dn't even see what or why she was fighting to begin with anymore.
The only way around this review was to design Zoey the dress of her dreams. This meant she had to stop moping and get a move on. The only way past it, was through it. Zoey was meeting her in about an hour and a half for another fitting, which gave Elise just enough time to get prepped for it.
Shoving her feelings under lock and key, she climbed out of bed and got herself dressed for the day. She considered ordering room service when her stomach somersaulted and churned. Instead of food, she opted for Tums for breakfast, washing the tablet down with water from the bathroom faucet. Elise realized she was ignoring Tyler's mandates, and while there was a part of her that hesitated to defy his orders, he wasn't the boss of her. A few orgasms, no matter how good, were not going to dictate her life. She had more important things to worry about anyhow, like making sure she could still afford her Manhattan rent.
Elise was in her workroom inside of thirty minutes. The next hour flew by swiftly as she finished up a few of the prior adjustments.
Zoey strolled in an hour later, looking as fresh as a spring rain. The dreamy glaze in her eyes was one Elise had witnessed time and time again in brides, the happy expectancy of being loved, and knowing that they were wanted not just for a night, but until death do they part. Normally it made Elise sigh with longing and a bit of sadness. Today, it felt like a sledgehammer blow to her midsection. Was she being sadistic in her career? Was that why her latest line had received such a horrid review? Because she designed wedding gowns with the knowledge she'd never make that trek down the aisle herself? Even though, in her heart of hearts, she wanted to be a man's keeper, the woman not discarded for someone less broken than she.
"Morning."
"Hey, Zoey. Ready for your fitting?"
