by Tori Carson
“If you want something subbie, you’re going to have to ask for it…explicitly.”
She searched his face for a moment. Whatever she was looking for she must have found because she relaxed. “Please, use the flogger on me again, Master Brett.”
“Where?” He pushed for more.
Her body tensed and her gaze moved to the flogger. She licked her lips, then looked him in the eyes. “I want to feel the leather on my breasts and pussy, Master Brett. Please.”
Fuck! If it weren’t for his hard-won control, he’d have come from the lilt in her voice alone. He had to pull himself together before he could speak. “Good girl.”
Using a much lighter swing, he struck the underside of her tits. He was pleased by their upward bounce.
Angela gave a startled cry before taking a firmer grip on the ropes. “Oh, yes. More…please.” She remembered her manners at the last moment.
Brett chuckled. His subbie was everything he’d imagined she would be. With an even lighter touch, he focused the strands directly on her pussy.
She screamed but didn’t move her legs off the bed. She remained open and ready for another.
He couldn’t keep the smile off his face. So much for his stoic Dom persona. Angela was pushing all of his hot buttons. Brett began flogging her in earnest. He kept the pattern random so she never knew where it would connect next or whether it would be a soft, comforting thud or a strong bite.
When Angela’s eyes closed and her breathing became a series of pants, he knew she was ready to take it a step further. “Are you ready to come, baby?”
“Yes, please,” she whimpered.
“That’s my good girl. Come for me, Angela.” He concentrated his blows on her ripe pussy. It only took a few back to back to send her flying. After one or two more, he released the cuffs so he could take her into his arms and hold her as she floated.
He wiped the hair from her face. “So beautiful, baby.” As he held her tight and rocked her, he cupped her pussy and thrust two fingers deep inside. Angela immediately rocked against him. There was so much more he had planned, but he couldn’t stand it a minute longer. All good sense evaporated when he was with Angela. She touched him in ways no one ever had before.
Gently, he laid her on the bed as her gaze met his.
“Take me, Brett.” Her hands circled his biceps. “Make me yours.”
That was all the encouragement he needed. Thankfully, she was wet and though she was tighter than he expected he still slid home.
Chapter Six
Angela held her breath waiting for the pain. After a few moments, she realized there wasn’t going to be any. Brett was deep inside her and she only felt an overwhelming sense of pleasure. She reached up and kissed him. She wasn’t sure if that was allowed or not, but he didn’t seem to mind.
The pressure was already building again. Brett took her right to the edge and held her there. It was both scary and exhilarating.
“You’re so tight, Angela. I’m not going to last long, baby.” Brett leaned down and pulled her nipple into his mouth. With his teeth, he tortured her further.
She cried out. It hurt but felt so good at the same time. He used his tongue to soothe her tender flesh until she was writhing against him. She had to come. It was becoming imperative. She’d never squeezed anything with her pussy muscles before, but she gave it a try.
“Oh, you’re a naughty one.” He pushed from his elbows to his hands and began pumping into her hard and fast.
“Come,” she cried, “please, Master may I come?”
He froze for a split second in mid thrust then began again. “Yes, baby, come for me.”
As her world shattered, she felt him pulsing inside her. His groan mingled with her cries.
Seconds had to have passed because she suddenly found herself lying on top of Brett. Sensations were still flooding through her and though she had no recollection of moving, she must have.
He was still slowly rocking in and out, as if he didn’t want to stop. His lips brushed her forehead. It was such a tender gesture she had to fight the urge to sob. She refused to ruin this moment by getting sappy.
“Now I understand what all the fuss is about. I’m surprised people have a life at all. Hell, I’m not sure I ever want to get out of bed again.” She wasn’t entirely kidding around. Even in her hottest fantasies, sex had never felt like that.
Brett chuckled. “I don’t think it’s like that for many people, baby. I know you tipped my world on its axis.”
She snuggled down onto his shoulder and found she could hear his heartbeat. It was steady and strong. Oh God, she was falling hard for Brett. She didn’t want him to get dressed and leave. She wanted him to stay with her, to wake in the morning beside her and not mind when she kissed him even with bad hair and morning breath. How in the hell was she going to get out of this mess with her heart intact?
“Whatever you’re thinking about, stop.” He rolled them over and started kissing down her neck. “I can see I haven’t quieted that pretty head of yours.”
Angela giggled. “You’re starting to know my tells.”
“You tensed.” Brett reached for something on the nightstand then rolled onto his side and began to suckle her nipple.
She closed her eyes and focused on the pleasure until the cold spines of the Wartenberg wheel glided along her side. Angela watched as the gleaming silver spikes rolled closer to her nipple. She was afraid to take a breath for fear she’d push the tiny points farther into her skin.
It didn’t actually hurt. Not in the “oh, please stop” fashion anyway, but the mere thought of it touching her nipple sent a shiver down her spine. “Um, you were just teasing me about running that thing over my privates right?”
“No.”
The air rushed from her lungs. She couldn’t watch, but she couldn’t close her eyes either. An anxious moan or cry of sorts squeaked out as he circled her areola. “Master…” She drew the single word out to five or six syllables. “Brett, I don’t think…”
As the wheel rolled over her nipple, she started to shake. That wasn’t so bad. It was kinda nice. Oh fuck. I liked that.
“Relax, Angela. Remember, fear is your enemy and thinking too much is too. Just close your eyes and enjoy. You’re safe with me.” His voice was calm and soothing.
She could listen to him speak forever. Relaxing was a bit of a stretch. If she gave in to the sensations, she’d start squirming and that would be bad with the toy he was using.
“I shouldn’t like this, but I do. What does that say about me?” She tried to push the thoughts away, but they were pretty insistent.
“Why shouldn’t you like it, Angela? Are you being physically harmed?” He was as confident as ever. It was as if they were discussing the weather or something bland.
“No, but it doesn’t exactly tickle.” There was no denying that she’d be disappointed if he stopped. “I didn’t expect to enjoy it.”
“The whole purpose is to bring you pleasure.” Brett slid his free hand between her legs. He caressed her clit until it was hard and throbbing before he inched the wheel in that direction. “Remember to breathe, baby.”
“I don’t want to. You might oops,” she whispered as he edged closer.
He laughed. “I don’t make those kinds of mistakes.”
“Hey, don’t be laughing. You need to be focused,” she teased him. “We don’t want any slips of the hand. That’s tender stuff down there. It just figured out what it was made for. I’d rather it not be shish-kabobbed.”
Brett pulled the wheel into the palm of his hand, lay back on the bed and burst out laughing. The sound sent butterflies loose in her tummy. In all the years she’d been with her ex, she’d never heard him laugh like that. More of the walls around her heart started crumbling.
He pulled her into his arms and began kissing her. His mouth plundered hers with abandon. She could feel his five o’clock shadow scrape against her face as his tongue parlayed with hers.
This was not the reaction she’d expected. Brett was continually throwing her curves. He never responded the way she thought he would.
“You mean you don’t want to get a few piercings down here?” Brett’s index finger circled her clit.
She immediately shut her legs. “Oh, hell no! Don’t even joke about it. I almost didn’t pierce my other ear because the first one hurt so badly. Believe me, those are the last two holes ever being made on my body.”
“Don’t worry, baby. You’re perfect just the way you are.” He slid onto one elbow and met her gaze. “You know we’ve only skimmed the surface of what your body can do.”
“You seem to have made it come alive; that’s for sure.” She wasn’t certain she wanted to explore anything else just yet. What she’d experienced already was pretty earthshaking.
“There’s so much more.” His voice was a silky seduction. He ran his finger down her jaw. “I want you to trust me. Will you do that?”
Her stomach did an odd flipping thing that seemed to send her clit into overdrive. “O-kay.”
An almost evil smile lit his lips. “No or stop won’t end our play, only safewording will. Chant it in your head so you won’t forget it.” He started untying the ropes from the bed.
“You’re messing with me on purpose, aren’t you?” she said as giddy anticipation rushed through her.
Brett gave her an ear-to-ear grin. “Is it working?”
Angela giggled. “Yes.”
“Good.” He sat on the bed and wrapped cuffs around her thighs. After standing, he ran a rope from the D ring on the left cuff to the headboard and tied it off. As he came around to the other side of the bed, Angela raised her right leg for him.
He attached it as well, drawing her lower back slightly off the bed. “I’ll give you the option. Do you want your hands bound? If you keep them free, you’re not allowed to push me away.”
Even though Brett had been all over her body, she’d never felt quite as exposed and vulnerable as she did in this position. He certainly had an up close and personal view of her pussy and ass. Her face was hot with embarrassment. “Now that my stomach dropped to the bottom floor of the building, may I ask what you have planned, Sir?”
Brett chuckled. “Earlier you requested consequence play and I said I’d have to learn more about you before I could properly plan a scene.”
“I remember.” She had no idea where he was going with this.
“I plan to do some research,” he answered cryptically. Brett looked through his toy bag for a moment before pulling out a large, white-handled electric wand. “Do you know what this is?”
She nodded her head. “I’ve seen ones like it at the club. It’s a vibrator isn’t it?”
“Not just any, it’s the best. Now can you guess what I have planned?”
To Angela’s surprise he even had an extension cord stashed away in there. Good lord, what else did he have hidden in his satchel? “I assume you’re going to use it on me.” She hated to ruin his fun, but she needed to be honest with him. “Um, I’ve tried a couple. They feel good and all, but it’s really hard for me to orgasm with one.”
Brett smiled, “So you’d be surprised if I could wrestle two orgasms out of you?”
Something about his sheer confidence had her second-guessing her original assumption. “You never cease to amaze me so I won’t say it’s impossible.”
“Good, I’m glad to hear you’re keeping an open mind. Tonight, my sweet subbie, you are going to have three orgasms courtesy of this.” He laid the microphone-looking device across her tummy.
“Okay.” She’d already had two and Brett made her hot without any damn help so one more was probably feasible. “If we keep up this pattern, pretty soon we won’t have time to leave the bedroom.”
Brett cocked his head to one side. “What pattern is that?”
“Two orgasms last night, three tonight… If we keep this up we won’t have time to do anything else.”
He shook his head. “I wasn’t clear. You will come for me three more times.”
The smile slipped from her face. “I don’t… I’m not sure…I can do that, Sir.”
Brett ran a finger along her bottom lip and she noticed she was biting it again. It was a bad habit of hers when she was nervous.
“We have an agreement, Angela. In sexual matters, and only sexual matters, I’m in charge. You will orgasm when I allow it. Are we clear on this?”
“Yes, Sir. I was just saying, you have your work cut out for you. I can’t exactly ‘do it’ on demand.” She wasn’t sure what he expected out of her, not that she was complaining. Orgasms in general were amazing and with Brett they were even better. If he wanted to give her more, she certainly wasn’t going to stop him.
“It’s called forced orgasms for a reason, subbie.”
She laughed. “Between two consenting adults, I don’t think there is such a thing. Is there?”
What she could only describe as an evil gleam appeared in his eyes.
“We will see what you think about the subject in an hour or so.” Brett held up a bundle of rope. “What did you decide? Do you want your hands bound or free?”
“Um, I’ll just hold the headboard this time.” After she wrapped her fingers around one of the decorative bars, she glanced at him to make sure he approved. It was a little disconcerting how much she wanted to please him. Every moment she was in his company drew her closer.
He brushed a few stray locks of her hair away from her face. “You need to trust me, Angela. Really trust me. Can you do that?”
Her heart was melting into a puddle at his feet. No man had ever looked at her like that. Like she was the moon and the stars all in one. “Yes.”
A slow smile spread across his face. “Hang on, baby.” He slid the switch to the lowest setting and it began to hum.
Brett placed the wand on her thigh and made slow passes as he neared her pussy. “These look large and unwieldy, but they knew what they were doing when they made them.”
As he brought the head down onto her mound, Angela gasped. She’d never felt anything like it before. He might very well be able to wrestle three out of her.
He lowered the head several times and brought it in contact with her clit. Every muscle was straining, primed and ready to explode. Brett teased her a bit longer. She found she had some movement and used every inch she had to stay in alignment with the vibrator, desperately needing to release.
“Come for me, baby.” He steadied the wand directly over her clit.
Angela didn’t need any more encouragement. As her world imploded, she rocked side to side overwhelmed by the flood of sensations. With her legs restrained, she couldn’t draw them together, no matter how hard she tried. There was no way to minimize the contact. After a few moments, she was pretty sure the toy had been invented by the devil.
Slowly, her wits started coming back to her. From the scratchy feel of her throat she knew she must have screamed her head off, but she didn’t remember doing it. She noticed Brett had moved the wand slightly away from her clit, but she was still getting an overload of vibrations. Angela turned and looked at him surprised that it took a few seconds to bring him into focus.
“That was beautiful, baby.” A mischievous smile lit his face. “One down, two to go.”
“No. Not yet. It’s too soon.” She struggled to get the words out as she fought to catch her breath.
“What’s your safeword, Angela?” His free hand was caressing her thigh as he ran the wand along her mound.
Oh fuck. He wasn’t going to listen to reason. “Freedom,” she answered, a little afraid of what would happen next.
“Good girl. Do you want to use it?” He asked patiently.
She shook her head no.
“Thank you, Angela.”
As soon as the wand moved over her clit, she bucked and thrashed uncontrollably. “No more!” she cried. “I can’t.”
“Of course you can. You must, because I decree it. In matters of sex, I deci
de. You gave me that power.”
His voice was strong and confident. Though her body was spiraling toward another orgasm, she listened to his every word and melted inside. She allowed his will to rule. Mentally, she no longer fought against the sensations pouring like molten lava through her core. For this brief moment in time, she wanted to be Brett’s. She wanted to let go and let him own her.
Angela’s head tipped back and she screamed as another orgasm hit. She rode wave after wave as pleasure washed over her. She drifted for a time, but from a distance she could hear Brett talking to her. The words were a blur, but they comforted her all the same. Once her brain started to work again, she looked up at his handsome face.
“Welcome back.” He wiped the hair from her cheek. “You are one sexy lady. Do you know that?”
She wanted to answer, but her tongue refused to work.
“Time to fly again, baby.”
Before her brain could register what he was saying, he laid the head of the vibrator back on her clit. Oh God! “Too much.” She shook her head. She couldn’t take it. It was bordering on pain and not good pain. Just the ouchy, hurt kind. “No, no more.”
“Safeword or we continue.” He held the wand steady, showing her no mercy. “You chose me to be your Dom. That means I decide when we stop.” His tone had dropped down an octave.
“I can’t.” Tears were dripping into her ears, but even as she voiced her denial, she felt the arousal building again. The shock must have appeared on her face, because Brett’s expression changed, softened. A knowing gleam shone in his eyes.
“Trust me, Angela.” Brett demanded.
She thrashed as the hum grew louder and the sensations deepened. Before she even knew it was going to happen, another orgasm rocked through her. The intensity was beyond anything she’d felt before.
“Let go, baby.”
She heard his voice but couldn’t form the words to reply. Silly man, didn’t he know she was floating on a heavenly cloud of pleasure?
“Come on, baby, open your fingers. You can do it.”
Fingers? What are fingers? She giggled. While part of her brain felt drunk and sluggish another was beginning to come around.
