Western Dreams (Rescue Me Saga Extras #1)

by Kallypso Masters

  A Hot, Sexy Excerpt from

  ROAR

  by Kallypso Masters

  (A standalone novel with familiar secondary characters)

  Copyright © 2015-2016

  (Learn More about Roar)

  Pamela wasn’t sure what metamorphosis had occurred over dinner or why, but she sensed Kristoffer coming to some sort of peace and contentment about moving forward with their relationship. For the first time since realizing she was falling for him in a big way, she had hope that they would be able to carve out a life for themselves.

  But tonight, he had planned a scene for them so she prepared herself mentally.

  Roar closed the door. “Go into the bathroom and remove your clothing. Shower if you wish. I’m going to do a little setup, so please wait there until I come for you.”

  She grinned as she removed her jewelry and shawl, placing them on the dresser. Slipping out of her shoes, she made her way into the bathroom.

  Anticipation ran high. He’d hinted at something different tonight, not to mention that she’d been dying for another scene since leaving Sonoma. Wanting to be as fresh as possible, and hoping it would relax her a little, she hopped into the shower but used a plastic cap to keep her hair dry. No sense spending a lot of time with a dryer. She wanted to be ready when he opened that door.

  Brushing out her slightly tangled hair, she then knelt on the bath mat in front of the vanity. Because he hadn’t specified how he wanted her waiting, she decided to present herself in a modified kneeling position, keeping her gaze and head cast downward in submission. Instead of placing her arms and hands in a box hold behind her, she rested them palms down on her bare thighs. She straightened her back, rested her butt on her heels, and bowed her head.

  I am yours, Roar.

  A number of minutes passed with no sign of him. She could hear no sounds beyond the door, either.

  Don’t clutter up your mind with worry. Focus on your breathing. In…out. Prepare yourself for…

  The door opened without a knock or warning. She kept her gaze on the tiles in front of her.

  “Beautiful submission. Thank you, Sprite.”

  Her heart soared with pleasure at his compliment. Roar came toward her and placed his hand under her chin, tilting her head back until she stared up at him. He wore the same slacks, dress shirt, and tie. Sexy.

  Mine.

  Tall. Silent. Commanding. The power he exuded melted her to the core.

  “Give me your left hand.” She lifted and placed it in his outstretched one as he helped her to her feet. Standing naked before him, a sense of vulnerability overcame her, but he’d seen her naked before and seemed to like what he saw.

  He stroked her cheek, his hand warm and unwavering. She knew where she stood with him, what was expected of her.

  “Trust me?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “My intention is for us to go further tonight in your mind-centering exercises, among other activities. Any parts of your body I should be aware of as being off limits?”

  “No. I am yours completely.”

  “Any restrictions you have concerning my body?”

  Was he going to permit her to touch him, pleasure him this time? “None other than my hard limits, Sir.”

  He stepped back, released her hand, and took a chunk of her hair, pulling her head back. She didn’t fight against him. This was what she’d trained for. She wanted to please him with her entire being.

  He bent to claim her lips, teasing her into responding to him with tiny nibbles and sucking on her lips. She didn’t open her mouth right away. He seemed content to tease a moment then, suddenly, he invaded her mouth. When his tongue pushed between her lips, claiming her at the same moment his hand reached up to pinch her nipple for the first time, her knees buckled. Thankfully, he held her upright with his left arm around her back, or she’d have collapsed on the floor.

  His tongue retreated and advanced repeatedly as his thumb and finger tormented her tender peak. Was he preparing her for…

  Don’t think about anything but this moment. This kiss.

  He tugged her hair harder, opening her mouth to a deeper plundering. She tangoed playfully with his tongue, simulating her licking the sides of his penis. He groaned and gently pushed her away.

  His breathing was rapid and shallow, eyes dilated. “Come with me before it gets too dark for this to be fun.”

  Puzzled by his words, she took his hand, and he led her out to the balcony. The sun had set forty-five minutes ago, and while private and removed from other cabins, she had no idea if anyone was on the beach below or the rocks nearby. The cool evening breeze made her nipples bunch in anticipation.

  “I want your hands on the top of the railing, like so.” He positioned her hands in front of her, shoulder height. Tapping her shins with his shoe, he guided her feet away from the railing until she stood bent over at the waist at a forty-five degree angle.

  “See that group of trees over there?” Tilting her head back, she saw he pointed down the hillside a hundred yards away. She nodded. “Keep your focus on it until I tell you otherwise.”

  She’d noticed someone hiking there earlier in the day. Her naked body would be visible in the balcony lights if someone was out there, but it was too dark for her to make out any shadows moving. Wait. Had she just seen something move in the trees? Her face grew warm at the thought of being seen in this compromising position.

  Her breasts dangled underneath her as Roar positioned himself behind her, pressing his erection against her butt as he leaned over her back. He reached around her ribs to cup her breasts. “I can see I’m going to enjoy the hell out of these.” Apparently so.

  She grinned but didn’t respond. His lips nuzzled her neck, and she moaned then wondered if she was in sound restriction. He hadn’t said anything about it, but she’d try not to be too vocal until certain she was in the clear.

  When he released her breasts, she ached for more. “Maintain that position. I’ll be right back.”

  Again, she began to worry whether anyone was watching her, but only found herself getting wet at the thought. Who knew she had an exhibitionist streak in her? Well, she had agreed to stand naked in front of her classmates at The Denver Academy.

  Focus on now. Inhale…exhale.

  She brought her wandering thoughts under control as she waited and stared at the evergreen trees.

  Roar returned and stood on her right side. “I’ve been fantasizing about placing clamps on your nipples since I saw you standing in that anatomy class.”

  That he’d fantasized about her during that brief incident surprised her. That he loved nipple clamps didn’t. No, it thrilled her.

  He pinched her nipple to make it swell before placing the first tweezer clamp on her right nipple and sliding the rubber ring up the metal to tighten it. She sucked in her breath. While tight at first, given how little she’d played in recent years, the pain quickly dissipated to leave only a dull pressure.

  “How does that feel?”

  “Delicious. Enough pressure to know they’re there, but not painful.”

  “I’ll see what I can do to add to your enjoyment.” He slid the ring closer to the clamp’s tips, and they mashed the base of her nipple until she suddenly rose on tiptoes trying to escape. “Better?”

  She nodded, unsure of her voice.

  “You will answer direct questions aloud, please.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice came out in a squeaky whisper. “Much tighter now.”

  He chuckled. “I see we’re going to enjoy finding just the right clamps to command adequate respect from you in the future.”

  She’d heard of a number of clamps that had more bite than tweezer ones did and decided it might be a good idea to work on conditioning her nipples for that eventuality.

  With most nipple clamps, the discomfort in the beginning was fleeting as the blood flow was cut off and the nipples became numb. The real pain would come later, when he removed them. After he attached the o
ther clamp and adjusted the tension until she hissed in pain again, she realized there was a chain between them. No sooner did the thought register than he tugged on it, enough to make her breasts bob and nipples start to ache again.

  He stood behind her again, wrapping his arms around her and cupping her breasts as though assessing their weight. His thumb and finger pinched her areolas and pulled them away from her body making her push out her chest to try and relieve the pain.

  When he released them, he stepped away, taking his body’s heat with him. The cool night air raised goose bumps on her back and arms.

  “Nice. We’ll let those work their magic for a while. The real fun will come later.”

  The swish of a flogger made her grip the railing harder, anticipating the first falls hitting her backside, but he didn’t begin there. Instead, they slapped against her outer thigh. As the skin grew warmer, he switched sides and applied the tips of the flogger to her other thigh.

  Hardly missing a beat, the falls of another flogger—probably a leather one—came down hard across her butt cheeks without warming her up whatsoever. “Ow!” The sting surprised her more than anything. The first flogger had been thuddy, but this new one actually hurt. She took a deep breath to center herself again and prepare for…

  Slap! Slap! Slap!

  She hissed, but didn’t utter a sound otherwise. The tails of the leather one landed on her butt and the softer one, her upper thighs. Just when she thought she’d begun to predict a rhythm, he reversed them and the stings now fell on to her thighs. Holding on to the rail, she tried to maintain her focus on the trees, but it was now too dark to see them.

  “Let me hear how much you’re enjoying this, Sprite.”

  He wanted her to make noise? Would anyone in a nearby room hear the sound? Would they be aware of what was going on next door?

  “Yes, Roar, Sir.” The next blows were high on the backs of her thighs, stinging more than the others. “Mmm.” She loved the sting of the flogger and once again became used to the rhythm, moaning in pleasure.

  Suddenly, the tails became silent and a new implement cracked across her butt. “Christ!” Unrelenting, he paddled her with whatever it was until tears streamed down her face. “Oh, God! My butt’s on fire.” The paddling stopped.

  “What color are you?”

  The sting burned even more now that he’d stopped. But she wasn’t ready to stop, even though she welcomed this break. “Green.”

  “What number is your pain level?”

  “Five to six.”

  “Good to know. Why don’t we cool off that ass of yours a little before we continue? Let go of the railing.”

  She’d held on for so long, her joints refused to budge. He chuckled and helped pry her fingers free. Standing upright took an effort, too. Surely she wasn’t getting past her prime to enjoy a little kink. Wouldn’t that be the ultimate torture—she finally found the right Dom only to have arthritis…

  “Come with me.” He guided her toward the sliding-glass door, but before he walked into the hotel room, he stopped, blocking the way. “Turn around and press against the glass from shoulder blades to ass.” She cocked her head, but after she followed his instruction, the cool glass became the perfect balm for her stinging butt.

  “Clasp your hands over your head, arms straight.”

  The movement made her breasts rise as well, defying gravity for a moment. Glancing down at her tortured nipples, fearing the moment the clamps would be removed had arrived.

  “Ready for me to remove these?” he asked, tugging on the chain between them to rekindle the sting in her nipples.

  She clenched her fists. “I’m ready whenever you are, Sir.” The sooner, the better, but conversely, she wasn’t in any rush, either. And yet, with Roar, she was discovering she had a higher threshold for pain than she’d once thought.

  He reached for the right one, which had been on the longest. While it had only been a few minutes, she braced herself given how angry red the tip appeared to be.

  “Spread your legs wide for me.” Confused by his words when her attention was held captive by the clamps, she hesitated. “Don’t make me repeat myself, Sprite.”

  She spread them at the same instant he removed the first clamp. Focusing on moving her feet should have diverted feeling some of the pain, but… “Goddamn, that hurts!” His chuckle registered in some distant part of her brain, so she let loose a few more choice words she’d never uttered before in his presence.

  Roar rubbed the offended nipple as it became swollen and much more sensitive, then he lowered his mouth to suck on it.

  “Oh, yes!”

  When his free hand touched the juncture of her thighs and rubbed her swollen clit, she nearly came. Apparently, he knew how close she was because he stopped touching her there and his finger slid between her folds. She hadn’t realized how turned on she was until now. “So wet. I see you’re enjoying yourself tonight.”

  “Immensely, Sir.” Most likely, her wetness stemmed from the flogging and paddling a few minutes ago, but having him touching her so intimately for the first time obliterated semantics all to hell. “Please, Sir, may I come?”

  “Not yet, Sprite. But soon.” At least he wasn’t going to make her wait too long for relief.

  The weight of the dangling chain on the other clamp reminded her there was some unfinished business to be dealt with first. He removed his hand from her cleft, but instead of going directly to her nipple, he lifted his hand to his face and licked her juices off his finger, his gaze never leaving hers.

  “Sweet. A taste of things to come.”

  She throbbed in need. Did that mean he planned to go down on her? How could he mean anything else?

  Don’t anticipate. Stay in this incredible moment!

  “First, my girl needs some relief of another kind.”

  He reached for the other clamp and quickly removed it. Oh, no! Wait for it… Wait for it… The rush of pain was even worse with this one. “Christ! Oh, fuck, that hurts!” He took her aching nipple into his mouth and sucked—hard—until the pain began to recede.

  Before she could fully recover, he scooped her into his arms and carried her inside the bedroom. After placing her on the bed, he closed the glass door then opened his suitcase and sorted through it.

  He pulled out rope and wrist cuffs. So he had planned on playing when they left Sonoma. Everything seemed to be happening so fast and spontaneously she’d wondered, although those were the basics of any scene, and he might have merely brought them in case. How could he have known they’d wind up in Big Sur when they set out for her mother’s house yesterday.

  Having something other than her tender nipples to concentrate on helped, but she was letting her focus stray.

  She grounded herself once more as he placed first one cuff then the other on her wrists. “I’m afraid the designers of this luxury hotel room haven’t made it easy for me by providing bed posts.” He glanced around, and his gaze landed on the high-back chair at the desk. Taking the rope with him, he retrieved the chair and placed the back of it against the side of the mattress. “Lie across the bed with your head near the chair.”

  She scooted sideways and took her place as instructed. “Move about three feet away from the chair.” She adjusted herself toward the other end of the mattress. “Perfect. Now stretch your arms above you.” He threaded the rope through the D-rings of the cuffs and tugged at them as he fastened her securely to the heavy oak chair.

  Roar walked around the other side of the bed and stared down at her nude body. Her nipples peaked, still smarting from their earlier torture. No doubt in her mind, she was wetter than ever before. His enigmatic smile made her wonder what he was thinking—or planning.

  “Bend your knees and open for me, Sprite.”

  She slid her feet up the mattress until her knees were tented and spread apart. His gaze went to her genitals warming the area the air-conditioned room had cooled. He’d seen the area before, but tonight was different. With her hand
s restrained, he wouldn’t be asking her to pleasure herself—and he’d touched her earlier on the balcony promising more. The opening of her vagina spasmed.

  “You’re clenching in anticipation.”

  Was he going to reprimand her for anticipating? How could she not?

  Instead, he grinned and knelt on the floor, leaning on his elbows on the bed to take a closer look. Dressed still in dress shirt, tie, and slacks, she almost came after having had this fantasy so many times before.

  Don’t stop now, Roar. Please don’t leave me hanging like this!

  He continued to stare at her. “Beautiful. So incredibly perfect.”

  She flushed at his praise—or perhaps it was because of his up-close-and-personal scrutiny.

  His fingers spread open her lower lips, and he continued to stare.

  Please, Roar! Make it so!

  She wouldn’t beg out loud, though. For him to be this close was a huge step. Just when she thought he’d release her and instruct her to masturbate, his head leaned closer, closer, until she felt his breath on her clit hood. The tip of his tongue flicked against her clit. When her hips tilted upward to give him better access, he stopped and pulled back.

  “I want you to concentrate on keeping your ass on the bed. Can you do that for me?”

  She nodded then remembered he wanted her to speak her responses aloud. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl.” He wasted no time placing his tongue on her again, but this time avoided direct contact with her clit. His tongue laved the sides of the hood, teasing her to distraction, and then slid lower to press into her vagina. She performed Kegels on his tongue, causing him to chuckle and withdraw momentarily. But he entered her again, and it took every ounce of discipline to keep her butt on this mattress.

  By not moving around, though, he was able to target where he wanted his tongue to touch her, making it that much more powerful.