by Tawny Taylor
Now that was something worth imagining.
“I wish you could take me with you,” Jill said.
With great reluctance, I opened my eyes. “I could talk to Shane—“
“Don’t you dare. I wouldn’t dream of being the third wheel on your romantic trip. No way. Especially knowing what you two…might do. It’s all a little too much for me.”
To be honest, it was all a little too much for me too. In fact, after my introduction to Shane’s in-home dungeon, which I’d initially dubbed the torture chamber, and the wickedly erotic things he did in it, I’d spent four weeks avoiding him. Rather, I’d spent four weeks running away from my feelings for him. But now, after spending a little quality time in that room last weekend, I wasn’t as terrified of it anymore. No, in a strange way, I was beginning to see the room in a new light.
But I still was anxious about this weekend. I wasn’t sure if that jittery feeling would ever go away.
As much as I would have loved to bring Jill along this weekend, I hadn’t expected her to say yes. I would have loved having her there for comfort, something--or rather, someone--from my world, the real world, to help me keep from losing myself. But I’d been the third wheel many times. It wasn’t fun. I couldn’t imagine how awkward it would be to be the oddball in a dungeon.
A random thought popped into my head, and I couldn’t let it go. “You said you wanted me to find out if he has a brother. What if his brother is into domination and submission too?”
“I’d have to think about that.” Jill’s nose scrunched up and her lips curled with disgust. Really, she shouldn’t be so quick to judge. She had no idea what she was missing. “Maybe he could be untrained?”
“If he’s anything like Shane he wouldn’t be untrainable. And, given the chance, you might find out you wouldn’t want to untrain him.”
“Don’t go there, bestie. Nonono.” Waving her hands in front of her face, Jill hopped off the bed and scurried to the door. “I don’t want to hear anymore. Time for me to go, anyway. I’ve got to finish up that deposition for Monday.”
“Good luck.” I grabbed her on her way past, gave her a big hug.
Jill gave me her serious lawyer look. “You’re happy, right? Really okay with all that yes, sir, no, sir stuff?”
“I’m really happy, yes.” Not a lie, though I couldn’t say for sure that I was happy about the yes, sir, no sir stuff. There was a lot yet I didn’t know or understand about being a submissive. I was, frankly, more than a little nervous about this weekend.
“Okay. If it starts to be too much, do something about it. Don’t let him abuse you.”
“There’s no abuse. It’s nothing like that.” I pulled out of her hold, going back to my very full suitcase.
“I don’t know.” At my bedroom door, she gave me another serious lawyer look. “I want to believe that, but I’m skeptical.”
“You can’t know if you haven’t tried it.”
“That’s something I won’t do. No way. Not with my history.”
“Yeah, I understand.” Jill had been abused by one of her mom’s boyfriends when she was a kid. Not only was she beat but also sexually molested. We talked about it once, when we were both very drunk. I’d concluded, even buzzed, that Jill could use some therapy. And I had a feeling it was the unresolved issues related to that abuse that caused the failure of her relationships. She was absolutely beautiful, smart, independent, and loving. But she’d suffered one failed relationship with a man after another. It killed me, watching her suffer through broken heart after broken heart. This last one she’d taken really badly. No doubt because it had been the longest and there’d been talk of marriage.
Which reminded me…“Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked. “I could call Shane and tell him I can’t go--”
“I’m fine. Anyway, I need to head home and get started on work. Unlike some people, I have a lot to do this weekend.”
“Okay. Thanks for keeping me company last night.” I gave her an apologetic smile. When she left, I double and triple checked Shane’s list. If I missed anything, even the smallest item, I would be punished. If there was one thing I’d learned already, it was that it was better to avoid being punished.
Once I had my suitcase all zipped up--a workout in itself--I set it on the floor, stood it on its wheels and pulled out the telescoping handle. After a quick glance at the clock, I double checked my hair, clothes and makeup. Shane liked me dressed in well fitting, chic clothes--usually a skirt and blouse--my hair down, sexy waves, makeup simple…and no underwear. That’s exactly how I was dressed today. But instead of the customary high heels, I’d opted for a pair that was a little more travel-friendly.
I took my position at the door a few minutes before eight. He knocked at eight on the dot.
I let him in and had a little moment.
It was still hard to believe this incredibly gorgeous man was interested in me. He was not only stunning to look at, with dark good looks and a to-die-for body, but also rich. Like billionaire rich. He’d paid cash for my mom’s house. Didn’t even blink. I sold it to him for over three hundred thousand dollars.
He was also articulate, intelligent, had immaculate taste, and was an incredible lover.
But--and this was a big but--he’d made one thing clear from the start: we could be master and slave, Dom and sub, but we could never be lovers in the traditional sense. I would never be his fiancée or wife. I would never share his name or his home or carry his children.
Thus, I’d told myself I should concentrate on enjoying what I did get out of our arrangement. Great sex. Some excitement. Some really nice gifts. And when I’d had enough, I would move on.
“Hello,” he said as he stepped into my condo. He cupped my cheek and pulled me to him for a kiss. “Mmmm,” he said, his voice a low rumble that made my insides vibrate. “You look amazing.”
“Thank you, sir.”
His tongue traced the seam of my mouth, and a pulse of erotic heat surged through me. My panties dampened as that heat swirled through my body and surged down to the juncture of my thighs. I opened my mouth, welcoming his invasion. It was gentle, an exploration, a seduction. The kiss took my breath away.
When it ended, I realized I’d practically wrapped my entire body around his and was grinding against a thigh, wedged between my legs.
“Later, my sweet girl.” He pinched my chin, holding it steady. “I’m going to make you so hot and desperate you’ll beg for me.”
“Promise?”
“Promise. But there’s no time for that now. We need to leave.” He took my suitcase in one hand, my hand in the other, and escorted me out to his car. He’d driven his zoomy BMW. It was sleek and classy, like him. The engine purred as he hit the accelerator, and we were on our way.
He was quiet during the drive to the airport. It took every ounce of willpower I possessed to keep from asking where we were headed. Somehow, I managed. We drove down a winding street, within the property of the sprawling Detroit Metro airport, but we turned away from the commercial airline terminals. We parked outside of a large metal framed building. A small plane was just rolling out.
A private jet? We were flying in a private jet?
Ohmygod!
Shane pulled the car into the now empty building and cut off the engine. Then he unbuckled, popped the trunk, said something to the man who’d come into the building as he circled the back end of the car. Finally, he opened my door for me and offered a hand as I stepped out of the low-riding vehicle.
My nerves ignited as I straightened up. He looked so amazing, my chivalrous master. He was close enough for me to touch, to kiss. But it was forbidden. He could touch me anytime he wanted. Me, I could not.
But the rules were what made things so much fun, as I was coming to appreciate.
As we boarded the plane, my nerves were jumpy. I’d only flown once in my life, and that was a long time ago. My mother and I had flown down to Florida to visit some relatives. We’d taken a big commercial
jet, smashed into little seats, along with hundreds of other passengers. Now I was reclined in a comfortable seat, watching Shane work on a laptop computer while we waited for the pilot to prepare for our departure.
He glanced at me, smiled. “You should sleep now. We’ll be in the air for a few hours. I have work to do.”
Knowing there was a good reason why he was suggesting I should sleep already, I nodded. “Okay.” I closed my eyes.
It was still fairly early, and I wasn’t very sleepy. But the seat did feel comfortable. And it was fairly quiet. I concentrated on relaxing, willing myself to fall asleep.
* * * * *
I woke to the sensation of the plane bouncing. I didn’t know if we were taking off or landing. I opened my eyes, glanced out the window to my left and saw a lot of water. Very blue water. And white sandy beaches. And palm trees.
We weren’t in Michigan. That was for sure.
“We’re here.” Shane had his computer all packed away. “And I’m finished with my work. I’ll be able to focus on you for the rest of the weekend, only you.”
I really liked the sound of that. I let him know by flashing a big, wide smile. “Thank you, sir.”
He reached for me, ran a hand up my leg. It slipped under my skirt, and my breath hitched in my throat. Little waves of need pulsed through me. I craved his touch. Any touch. Even the smallest brush of a fingertip made little electrical charges buzz and zap through my body. And when his fingertips moved up my leg, closer to my sex, my stomach, chest, and legs tensed. Heat rushed to my center. I opened my legs a little, giving him access to my flesh.
He chuckled. The low rumble vibrated through me. “You’re such a greedy girl.”
Greedy when it came to him, oh yes I was. “Yes, sir.”
His fingernail grazed my labia, and I shuddered. “Hmmm. Wet already.” That finger dipped between my nether lips then withdrew. I almost cried out, the agony was so great.
His placed that finger on my lip, and my tongue darted out. I could taste myself. Sweet and mellow. He pressed his finger deeper into my mouth. I cushioned it on my tongue and pulled on it, sucking it deeper.
“Mmmm. Is my girl hungry?”
I nodded, suckling his finger, a tasty treat. Fire flickered in his eyes. I liked that fire. And I liked how his gaze was wandering down my body, his tongue moistening his perfect lips.
He pulled his finger free. His jaw clenched a little, just enough for the muscle to visibly tighten. “Later, minx. You’ll get your treat later.”
The door opened and we debarked. I noticed the rather large lump in his pants, proud that I had produced such a visible sign of his need. We were met by an agent, who asked for our passports with a heavy accent of some kind. After answering a few questions, I learned we were on the island of Antigua. Antigua!
Shane took my hand once again, leading me to a dock where we boarded a luxurious boat. I stood on the deck, hands on the railing and breath caught in my throat as we sailed across clear blue waters. “We’ll be there soon. I’ve called ahead. Dinner will be waiting for us.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“You’re welcome.” He watched me for a moment. “Are you enjoying yourself?”
“Very much. I’ve never been anywhere so beautiful. Thank you for bringing me here.”
He said nothing. But his expression said a great deal. He was pleased. He took my hand, leading me from the deck. “We have a little time. Let’s go downstairs where we can have some privacy.”
Privacy. My insides hopped around like caged rabbits.
“Yes, sir.”
He escorted me downstairs, a hand at the small of my back. Because I was wearing a thin summer dress, I felt the heat of his touch on my skin. It made my nerves sizzle and my blood simmer.
I stopped at the bottom of the narrow staircase, in an area that looked like a living room or lounge. I turned to face him, not sure which way he wanted me to go. He caught me by the waist and walked me backward until I was flat against a wall. Trapped. Dark flames burned in his eyes and I went breathless.
A hand closed over my breast, kneading the soft fullness and making me moan. The other hand gathered my wrists and pinned them against the wall, over my head. “You drive me crazy,” he murmured as he slanted down to nibble my neck.
“You drive me crazy too,” I said on a sigh as I tilted my head to give him better access. When his tongue flicked over the sensitive spot just under my ear, I shivered. I felt goose bumps prickling my arm and shoulder.
“Good.” He sounded satisfied. He nipped me a little harder than I expected and I yelped in surprise. Then he laved my stinging skin with his tongue and the pain morphed into pounding need, pulsing through my body.
I didn’t know how he did it, turning pain into carnal need. But somehow he knew exactly what to do and when to do it to make that happen. It was strange and wonderful and scary all at once.
The hand that had been cupping my breast skimmed down the front of my body, and I sucked in little gasps as anticipation danced up and down my spine. The flesh between my legs was throbbing with carnal heat. I needed him to touch me there. And then I needed more.
Down his hand went, over my lower stomach, over my pubic bone. “No underpants, right?” he asked.
“No, sir.”
Moving quickly, he turned me around, kicked my feet apart. He pinned my hands over my head again, holding my wrists with one hand while the other flipped my dress up to expose my ass.
“Mmmm,” he said. “I’ve been thinking about this ass all week.”
And I’d been thinking about his ass all week. And his broad shoulders. And his abdominals, which could be on a romance novel cover. And those mesmerizing eyes of his, where I spied dark shadows.
“Please, sir.”
“Please, what, minx?” His flattened hand glided over the globe of my ass, and the muscles beneath quivered. My inner muscles, deep inside, clenched as a rush of heat gushed to my center.
I heard the sharp slap before the pain registered. I jerked, a reflex, and screeched. Then I groaned as the heat burning my flesh seeped in, spreading through me.
The second strike surprised me as much as the first. A fresh wave of warmth crashed through me on the wake of that brief moment of pain. At the third one, my spine arched, thrusting my ass out. My insides were clenched. I was burning with fever. And I needed him to stroke me lower, between the legs.
“You see how your body responds? You see it?” His hand smoothed over my heated buttocks, and my back arched more, pushing my simmering flesh into his hand.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, blinking back tears. I wasn’t sad. I wasn’t scared. I was flying high on endorphins already, and my eyes were watering.
“This is what drives me crazy.” His finger dipped into the crack of my ass.
I shivered at the edge I heard in his voice. He sounded dangerous now. “I’m sorry, sir.”
He turned me around again and pushed me to my knees and I blinked up at him through watery eyes. He unzipped his pants, pulled out his thick erection and shoved it into my mouth.
Grateful, I took him as deep as he wanted, relaxing to allow him to plunge to the back of my throat. My tongue cushioned his length, swirling round the head a couple of times when he withdrew before flattening when his rod shoved deep inside again. He held my hair in his fists, and I thrilled at the burn of my scalp. He was fucking my mouth greedily, and I was loving every minute of it. I slurped and sucked and swallowed, relishing the flavor of his skin and the sound of his moans and groans as he became lost in his need.
He was the one holding my hair, keeping me in place. But I was the one in control, really. It was my mouth that possessed him. My motions that made him so hot, so desperate. He growled, slammed deeper yet, and I swallowed hard, grateful for every thrust. More, I wanted more. I wanted him to use me any way he wanted, to teach me how to please him. God, I loved this.
“Dammit,” he growled. He nearly pulled out then jerked his hips for
ward again, and the product of his lost control spurted down my throat. Hot and salty.
Oh yes, I’d done it. I’d driven him to a swift, hard orgasm with my mouth for the first time. I’d made him lose complete control.
Using my hair, he pulled me to my feet and stared into my eyes. I licked my lips, savoring the flavor of his skin and wondered what he’d do next, what wicked pleasure he’d show me.
“You have no idea what you’ve started now, minx,” he said, eyes hard.
Thrill raced through me. I had no idea, but I figured I’d learn soon enough.
Chapter 2
One minute, I was standing before him, my hair in his fist, my heart hammering against my breastbone, and dampness warming my inner thighs, and the next I was shoved into a small but very chic bedroom. I lost my footing, fell onto the bed, flat on my stomach, my spread legs sort of hanging half off the end of the bed.
Shane grunted behind me, grabbed my ankles and pulled until only the top half of my body was on the mattress and I was bent at the waist, my ass right there for him to spank again. I tensed, expecting a sharp slap. But instead, he hesitated. “Hands over your head.”
Of course, I did what he asked.
“Where did you learn to give head like that?” he demanded, voice sharp.
Was he genuinely displeased? Angry? My lungs burning for air, a little chill swept up my spine as I waited for him to make his next move. Until now, this thing with Shane had been more like a game, a naughty, exciting game. But he’d never acted or sounded this way.
He grabbed one wrist, pulled my arm up and out toward the top corner of the bed. While he wasn’t exactly cruel as he handled me, he wasn’t gentle either. Then he buckled a cuff around it. The other wrist was next. Now I was kneeling on the floor, my wrists bound. Helpless. I was helpless, and he was acting strangely.
“Are you angry with me?” I whispered.
“Don’t speak.”
“Yes, sir.”
He growled, went back to the drawer, grabbed something else, and the next thing I knew, I had a ball stuffed into my mouth, a gag tied around my head, holding it in.
