Re/Paired (Doms of the FBI Book 2)

by Michele Zurlo

  “Relax. Breathe into it. This is going to hurt at first. I’m going to cover this lovely tanned skin with red stripes. You can scream as loud as you want, Kitty Kat, and I won’t stop until you look exactly the way I want you to look.”

  A response wasn’t necessary. Because his will was her will, her permission was assumed. She wanted this because he wanted to give it to her. It was as simple as that.

  The first series of lashes lacked serious bite. It awakened her nerve endings, not that they needed all that much help. Her muscles tensed, and she had to work to keep them soft. In a purely theoretical way, she knew tightening them up would make it hurt worse.

  Through it all, the pads that were almost between her legs pulsed in a sensuous rhythm. The muscles of her lower ass and inner thighs danced to it. They were helpless in the face of the electrical onslaught.

  The next stroke of the flogger snapped loudly, the sound startling her more than the feel. Only when the tips of the falls pulled away did the searing pain register, eliciting a cry of protest. He’d said he would go for a light sting to give her a floating feeling. This wasn’t light by any means.

  She opened her mouth to call yellow so she could remind him about what he’d agreed to do, but the snapping sound came again, high on her left shoulder. He was careful to hit the fleshy parts, she noticed, but it still hurt like hell.

  You can do this.

  The voice came from somewhere inside her head, a cheerleader urging her on when the coward inside argued for a reprieve. She breathed into the sting, winning her internal battle. She would be strong, and she would do this for her Master. And she called him by that title because he was a Master. Her Master.

  But she still didn’t want to utter the word. For some men the title was a mark of respect. For Keith it was a wall she wouldn’t let him build between them.

  As she rationalized her decision yet again, Keith picked up the pace. The snaps came at regular intervals, ringing through the air to become her consciousness, and the lag time between them seemed to have disappeared. Just as the searing sting from one blow registered, he was already delivering the next. The sensations ran together. The agony throbbed through the skin of her back, ass, and upper thighs. He even targeted the curves of muscle along the backs of her calves.

  She cried out. She struggled against her bonds. Desperate pleas fell from her lips, but she wasn’t cognizant of anything she said. She wanted out. She wanted it to stop. At the same time, she felt as if she would die if he didn’t continue.

  Sobs heaved from deep in her chest, and at last her body relaxed. She submitted to this torture, accepting this pain because it had obliterated everything else, and she needed to erase the stress of the past week. With that decision came peace. She floated in a vast sea of calm, riding the ripples of pain that had transformed into the sweetest pleasure.

  The snapping sounds of the flogger came from far away. Vaguely, she registered that it was falling with even more force that before. Instead of hurting, it served to keep her anchored to this refuge where no worries, no pain, nothing bad could penetrate.

  Some time passed before she became cognizant of the fact that he’d stopped, but she had no idea how much. Her entire body buzzed, tingling with awareness and the remnant sting of the flogger. Keith sat on a low stool next to her and smoothed her hair away from her face. He murmured quiet praises of both her performance and her beauty.

  Her eyes had been half-open. She blinked, clearing away the heaviest of the cobwebs, and focused on his handsome face. The lines around his mouth had softened. His entire demeanor had softened, as if he’d found relief the same way she had. For the first time ever, she saw the tentative beginnings of tranquil peace through the windows to his soul.

  “Thank you, Keith.” She said his name as reverently and respectfully as if it were his title. In her heart, she wanted to call him Master, but her heart didn’t overrule her better sense. She didn’t want to use his title until he could feel the true weight of that word.

  “You were made to be flogged, Kitty Kat. Your fight and your surrender were beautiful to witness.” He leaned forward and kissed her wrist.

  She wondered if he was going to untie her.

  Seeming to read her mind, he shook his head. “Wiggle your hands and feet. They weren’t cold when I last checked, but you need to make sure you still have feeling. We’re not even close to being finished tonight.”

  Nothing was amiss, though she noted that her shoulders were going to be sore. She voiced that concern, but he just chuckled.

  “Most of your body will be sore in the morning. It just means you were well and thoroughly used. That should be a point of pride.”

  Or at least cause for a sated grin. Though he hadn’t actually given her an orgasm yet, she knew that was on the menu.

  He stood and made his way to stand behind her. She felt the coolness of his palm sliding over her hot skin, moving down her shoulder blade, over the belt binding her to the table, to the smoking flesh of her ass. The light caress burned like wildfire. She tried to buck his hand away from that tenderized flesh. It had been twice abused in only a few hours.

  But Keith knew his way around restraints, and she was only able to flex her muscles.

  “I love your ass, Kitty Kat. I’ve spent years stealing glances at it.”

  All went silent, and she knew he was taking time to look his fill. Never once had she caught him checking out her ass or sporting a guilty expression. As the utter stillness continued, she became acutely aware of how wet she was. Being bound in this position and the impact play had certainly turned her on. Even the spanking, discipline though it was, had whetted her appetite to have Keith inside her. His simplest touch had the ability to send her senses reeling.

  Now she was finding out that he didn’t even need to touch her. The power of his inspection melted her insides and made juices rush to her pussy.

  “Like what you see?” In all the years she’d known him, she’d never censored her sense of humor. It might get her into trouble, or he might remember how much he liked her wit.

  “Most definitely.”

  She heard his amusement, but he didn’t touch her. He didn’t do anything. This was almost worse than physical torture. At least when he was flogging her or spanking her, she knew exactly where his attention was centered. She wanted to squirm, but she couldn’t. She tried to lift her head to look over her shoulder, but his ropes were doing their job.

  After an eternity, she heard the sounds of things moving. Small noises told her that he was doing something to the table directly underneath her pussy, and that made her realize he’d removed those sticky pads sometime during or after her flogging. The long, slow trek of his tongue from her clit to her rosebud startled a strangled cry from her.

  He returned for a second pass, then a third, almost as if he couldn’t help himself. His tongue became more insistent. He moaned and added his fingers to the mix, circling her clit, alternating light and heavy pressure. The heat of his tongue teased her hole before plunging in. She moaned and struggled to push back against his face.

  He played her body expertly, and she could only lie there and take it. Heat suffused her core, highlighting the job the flogger had done on her skin. It came from everywhere and blanketed her mind. The force of her climax shattered any illusion of control she thought she had.

  Waves of delicious warmth lapped over her in time to the rhythm of his tongue. He licked away her cream and prolonged the orgasm. When her clit tried to hide, he pinched it to draw it out of its protective hood. Tremors shook the insides of her thighs as the stimulation reached the point where it was too much.

  Just as she opened her mouth to beg, he stopped. Sort of.

  Something settled against her clit. It was large and round, squishing against the tip of her nub and extending almost to her vaginal opening. Cold jelly covered it.

  Keith appeared near her face. Her juices glistened from his lips and chin, and the scent of her musk permeated the
small amount of air between them. He planted a kiss on her cheek.

  “A little-known fact, Kitty Kat. A woman’s clit is a larger, ovoid structure. What we think of as the clit is actually the tip. The rest of the muscle stretches down in two strips around the urethra, meeting up again just above the opening of the vagina. The best orgasms come from remembering to stimulate the entire area.”

  No wonder he was such a good lover. He knew more about her body than she did. What he said made sense. When she masturbated, she concentrated on the areas that felt good, and she didn’t limit her forays to her clit or her vagina.

  “This pretty pink vibrator is the size of a baseball. It’s fitted to a mount that’s welded to the crossbars of the table. It’s not going anywhere, my sweet, sweet Kat. There’s no escape.” The cocky smile accompanying his speech sent a thrill of helplessness down her spine. Every nerve ending prickled to life, and gooseflesh traveled up her neck and down her legs.

  He leaned over her. She heard a click, the flick of a switch, and the thing between her legs hummed to life. It pulsed, simulating fucking her differently from the way the TENS pads had. This device came into direct contact with her pussy, and it was mercilessly automated. She whimpered at the intensity as it pummeled her clit, forcing it back into the game.

  Keith sat back and watched her, his hungry gaze roaming her body and coming to rest frequently on her face. She realized he planned to watch her climax, so she rested her head back down on the bench and gave herself over to enjoying the sensations her voyeuristic Master wanted her to feel.

  The languor of her last orgasm hadn’t quite faded. The gentle whisper of pleasure grew, fed by the special vibrating machine. She wanted to grind against it, to control the buildup and release. At most, she managed to flex the muscles of her inner thighs a few times.

  When she had acclimated to the pulse setting, he switched it to a steady vibration strong enough that she felt it in her ass and thighs. That steady upward climb took on a new urgency, and the need to rock against it became almost unbearable. Energy she would have expended that way became trapped in her pussy, and she cried out as another climax broke.

  This time, she didn’t labor under the delusion that he would remove the device once it had delivered. He wanted to torture her with orgasms. He wouldn’t free her until she’d had as many as he wanted her to have. She took comfort from the brutal honesty of the pleasure he took in watching her submission.

  As the next orgasm loomed on the horizon, he stroked his hand over the bulge in his shorts. “I can’t tell you how many times today I wanted to take you into your bedroom and make you come. Watching you masturbate in the shower this morning was one of the most erotic things I think I’ve ever seen. However, my sweet Kitty Kat, your orgasms belong to me. You will have them at my discretion. Tonight you’ll learn what happens when you fail to secure permission.”

  Katrina didn’t know whether his words, his tone, or the steady pass of his hand over his cock drove her need the most. She craved his touch. Not only did he deny it, he taunted her with the velvet of his voice and the sight of his cock, so close yet completely out of reach. She whimpered, begging for it.

  He unzipped his shorts and eased them down to draw out his erection. She wanted him to remove his shirt again, but he didn’t seem so inclined. Another denial.

  His wonderful hands with their strong, tapered fingers wrapped around his cock, pumping up and down. He lifted his hips, thrusting into his palm, again tormenting her by performing an action she desperately wanted to do.

  “Please.” The word creaked forth from her dry lips. “You already punished me for coming without permission.”

  Those gorgeous green eyes fell to half-mast, and he lifted one side of his mouth in a sinful grin. “This, my dear, is discipline, not punishment.”

  As that tidbit dropped into place, she realized he wasn’t giving her a free pass because the day had been so stressful. In a way, she was grateful that he wasn’t treating her differently from the way he’d intended. She’d asked to be trained, and he was following through with his promise.

  He stood, and his shorts fell to the floor. With one graceful motion, he shucked his shirt to stand before her with nothing on his wickedly handsome body. “Beg, Kitty Kat. Tell me what you most desire.”

  She wanted so much. How could he possibly take her in every orifice at once? “I want you, Keith. I want to feel you sliding in and out of my pussy, my ass, and my mouth. I want you to take me hard and soft, fast and slow, all at the same time. I want to feel you on every part of me, to know every inch of my body belongs to you.”

  When he didn’t immediately reply, not even to laugh at her impossible demands, she craned her neck to look up at him. The shuttered expression he’d adopted more often than not had slipped away. He regarded her with open appreciation and unadulterated reverence.

  Another climax loomed. She tried to fight it, but her struggle was deliciously futile. As it pummeled her, the low growl of his tone reached her ears. “You belong to me.”

  “Yes.” She repeated the affirmation over and over, a response to his statement and to the bliss suffusing her limbs, making them heavy and useless, not that she could move them anyway.

  He reached down, and she felt the hard pinch of his fingers on her nipples. The waves of her orgasm grew, sweeping her up the sheer face of another cliff before she could completely fall from the previous one.

  Leaning over her, he reached around and plucked at the other one, subjecting both stiff peaks to the same mercilessness. That invisible connection sprang to life. She tried to squirm, only to be reminded once again of her situation. The ropes on her arms and wrists dug into her skin, another piece in the complicated pain puzzle falling into place.

  She screamed. Tears leaked from her eyes, a reaction to the maelstrom inside and the vulnerability inherent in her surrender. The smoothness of the ropes scraping against her skin helped anchor her as the rest of her body drifted away.

  For several moments, she felt as if she were outside her body, looking down on the bound and sated woman below. She observed Keith’s satisfied expression and how it morphed into ruthlessness as he rounded the table to stand behind her once more.

  He swiped at the juices running in rivers down the insides of her thighs and rubbed the natural lubricant into the tight ring of muscle guarding her ass. Soon he positioned his cockhead at her back entrance. Now she understood the full reason he had tied her at this end of the table. It afforded access to anything he wanted.

  Her body was becoming acclimated to the steady vibrations rocking her most intimate tissues. She would have to concentrate hard to have another orgasm, and the inert pressure of the tip of Keith’s cock at her anus distracted her in a big way. Would he take it slow, tease her by withholding more of what she wanted, or would he ream her like last time?

  Just when she thought she might go insane from not knowing, he pressed forward. She exhaled, relaxing those muscles to admit the pleasure he brought.

  “Tighten around me, Kitty Kat.”

  Though reluctant to hurt him, she did as he asked. As she clenched, it changed the tenor of the vibrating ball curving against the flesh of her pussy. New life breathed into her tired, overstimulated clit, and she felt the stirrings of yet another climax. This one she wasn’t sure she wanted to have. She didn’t know what else he had planned, but if he kept this up, she wouldn’t be awake for it. Already her serotonin levels were high, combating the endorphin rush from the flogging.

  He set a leisurely pace. She experimented with how tight to hold him, noting when his moans and grunts changed to indicate lessening or increasing enjoyment. She wanted to pleasure him, to show him how much she appreciated what he’d done for her. That meant learning his tells, like how he gripped her hips harder when he lost himself in the bliss or how he went completely silent when he was about to explode.

  Sharp tingles rocketed up her spine, and the vibrator seemed to slow down to pulse in time to Keith�
�s rhythm. Heat, both frozen and liquid, flooded her body, and she lost the ability to control any of her muscles. With another loud cry, she came. The climax went on and on, throbbing and pounding. She lost track of where she was and even who she was. The world shrank, and she only knew the point where she and Keith came together.

  She woke up on a massage table. Keith had a cloth pressed between her legs. It was soft and cool, exactly what her overused pussy needed. Bits of orgasm pulsed every now and again, a pleasant reminder of her first time in his dungeon.

  The soft lights illuminated enough for her to know they were in a different room. It was small, barely large enough to be a utility room. Other than the massage table, cabinets occupying two corners were the only furniture. Two closed doors told her nothing, but the absence of windows told her they were still in the basement.

  A spitting sound let her know he’d squirted something from a bottle. Then his hands were on the abused skin of her ass, anointing the tenderized flesh with something soothing. As he worked his way up her body, the pressure of his caresses increased until he was massaging her muscles. She groaned when he got to her shoulders. After having spent who knew how long in a raised and bent position, her muscles screamed in protest.

  “I know, Kitty Kat. The more we do this, the easier it will be to hold those positions for longer and longer periods of time.”

  Longer? She’d been stuck that way for at least an hour. She wasn’t complaining—not by a long shot—but she wasn’t looking forward to finding out what he meant by a longer period of time. The massage felt wonderful, though. By the time he’d finished pampering her arms and legs, she felt like jelly. Put her in any container, and she’d assume that shape.

  “Thank you, Keith. I’m so glad you changed your mind. I can’t imagine being with anyone else like this.” Not only could she not imagine it, she didn’t want to try.

  He lifted her into his arms and carried her to one of the doors. In lieu of a response, he kissed her forehead and bent his knees to reach the doorknob.