Power Play: The Complete Collection

by Selena Kitt

  “I think it’s my fault.” Diana flushed prettily. “I mentioned going to the zoo with Elena.”

  Don glanced at Elena, who gave him a knowing look. The ex-wife coming around to check out the new girlfriend. Of course.

  “No big deal.” Don shrugged, glancing at his watch. “What time did she say?”

  “Five.” Diana wiped ketchup off her chin.

  “We’ll just have to cut our zoo visit a little short,” Elena said, gathering up their garbage. Don watched her toss it into the trash, thinking about the night alone they had ahead of them after Diana went back to her mother’s and suddenly he didn’t care so much that they wouldn’t be able to spend a few more hours wandering around the zoo.

  “So what do you want to see next?” Don asked, stretching.

  “Bears!” Diana leapt up, sucking her Diet Coke completely dry. “Let’s go!”

  So they were off, having already seen the lions and tigers, to see the bears. Don took Elena’s hand and squeezed as they walked down the cement path painted with elephant tracks, following Diana, who skipped ahead of them like she used to when she was just a little girl. Elena squeezed back, smiling up at him, eyes still bright after following his instructions. Something had changed, with one directive, although he wasn’t quite sure what. She looked at him differently. There was a heat in her eyes, a life, he hadn’t seen before. A hope. Maybe that was it.

  And just like that, things between them had really begun.

  * * * *

  Anne had been her usual self, aloof and cool, upon meeting Elena. Elena, of course, had been warm and bright, laughing at a “magical butterflies” comment from Diana, and had generally put everyone at ease. Everyone except Anne, of course. Anne was never at ease, even at her most comfortable. And Don could tell she didn’t like Elena. She didn’t like Elena one bit.

  Elena worried about it instantly, the minute the door closed behind them, asking Don if she thought Anne liked her, and what could he say? He didn’t want to tell her the truth, whatever the reason, so instead of getting into it, he’d ordered her to strip.

  His words stopped her mid-sentence. The wheels that had been turning in her head went still. Confusion and doubt left her eyes, replaced by a heat he could feel from all the way across the room.

  “Go into the bedroom and take off all your clothes.” This had been his plan all along and the words came easy. He’d practiced them enough! “I want you on the bed. Hands and knees. Wait for me.”

  She didn’t say a word. Not even a “Yes, Sir.” She just drifted down the hallway toward the bedroom, already pulling her t-shirt over her head. It wouldn’t take her long to undress. After all, he still had her panties in his pocket. He’d made small talk with his ex-wife, hand tucked into his jeans pocket, feeling the silk of Elena’s panties against his fingers.

  Don smiled as he locked the front door, glancing out to make sure Anne’s BMW was gone from the driveway. Then he went to the back door and made sure it was locked too. His cock throbbed, insistent, as he walked down the hall. He glimpsed her from the doorway and stopped, stunned. She was incredible like that, ass up, shoulders down, eyes closed, waiting, completely nude. But it wasn’t the nudity that stopped him. It was the look of calm on her face. This was a woman who not only wanted him—she trusted him.

  It made him want to be trustable. It made him want to protect her, give her whatever it was she longed for. Granted, he didn’t know what he was doing. Well, he had some idea—but he’d never done it before. Still, she trusted him. And, he knew, she would forgive him his trespasses, whatever they were. And he would make them, of course. But he was going to do his damnedest to give her what she wanted. What she needed.

  Don unbuttoned his shirt, peeling it off as he approached the bed, appreciating her in a way he had rarely been allowed in his life. Most women he knew were too ashamed of their bodies to be on display like this. Many of the girls he’d been with before Anne had insisted on sex in the dark. Anne hadn’t—but while she had a beautiful body, it was like touching alabaster. A mannequin. There was little response, even at the point of climax, with Anne.

  Elena was different. In so very many ways. Not only did her body respond to him, she responded, with an intensity that both delighted and awed him. She wasn’t afraid of what she wanted, she didn’t appear to be ashamed of her body in any way, and during sex, she simply let herself go in a way he’d never experienced before. Yet, there was more still, depths to be plumbed with this woman. He was sure of it.

  He was hoping to dig deeper now.

  Don’s gaze moved over the rounded globe of her ass, dipping between, seeing the wink of her asshole, the glistening wetness of her pussy. She was already moist for him, anticipating. His cock responded in kind, leaking pre-cum in his boxers as he unsnapped and unzipped his jeans, sliding them down his hips. He left the boxers. It was too much temptation to not have some barrier between them. He would turn into the animal he was, raw and untamed, if his bare skin fully touched hers.

  He went over to the closet and opened it, taking down a long case from the top shelf and unlocked it. It had been made for a pool cue—his father’s, from a long time ago—but he’d taken out the insides, leaving the space available for what he thought of as “their toys.” Of course, they weren’t toys, not really. Instruments, maybe. He liked that thought. It implied precision. And this required quite a bit of that. Control and precision.

  Don put out everything he’d bought at Noir Leather last week. Silk scarves. A blindfold. A ball gag. A rabbit vibrator. A feather. The crop, the flogger, the handcuffs, a paddle, a length of rope, some nipple clamps. These last he probably wouldn’t get to, not today. He would start small and slow, more for his sake than hers. Elena, he knew, was used to far more intricate and involved equipment. But she’d said it wasn’t about the “equipment,” and he believed her. Knew it was true, from everything he’d read.

  Now he was going to put some of that into practice.

  Don took the feather and some silk scarves with him over to the bed, sitting on the edge. Elena’s eyes were open now, looking at him with such hope and anticipation it was hard to meet them. What the hell was he doing? He was filled again with that insecurity and understood, suddenly, why blindfolds were such a good idea. They weren’t just to deprive the sub of her sense of sight—a blindfold would offer him a bit of protection as well.

  He didn’t tell her what he was going to do. The blindfold had an elastic back and slipped easily over her head. It was the blackout sort, cutting out all light. Elena blinked at him before he cut off her vision, the look in her eyes a little dazed. If he didn’t know better, he would have sworn she was drunk or a little high. He adjusted the blindfold, frowning. He didn’t like the way it blocked her pretty face and delicate features, but it did provide him with a little relief. And Elena seemed to like it. She sighed happily, a little smile curling her lips just slightly.

  “Comfortable?” he asked. She nodded. He ran a hand through her hair, down her back, feeling her tremble. Like a rabbit. It made him feel like a predator and he found he liked the feeling. He liked it a lot.

  “I want you to tell me if something hurts you… too much. Or if you become too uncomfortable. If you want me to stop, I want you to say butterfly. That’ll be your safeword. Do you understand?”

  She nodded, biting her lip.

  “And when I ask you a question, I want you to say either ‘Yes, Sir,’ or ‘No, Sir.’ Understand?”

  Her voice had a slight quaver. “Yes, Sir.”

  Don had vacillated back and forth about the “sir” thing. Should he use it, shouldn’t he? Doms didn’t always like to be called “Sir,” but others deemed it a necessary term of respect. In the end, Elena had decided for him, when she had added “Sir” after her “Yes” when she’d headed to the bathroom to take off her panties.

  He wondered what she was thinking. Was he doing this right? He didn’t want to make it too complicated, but he didn’t want to disappoint
her either. So much damned pressure. But you’re doing it to yourself. He realized this as he picked up the silk scarves. They made him think of the girl in college. Katie. The one who liked being tied up so she could be free to enjoy having her pussy licked.

  We’re weird creatures, humans.

  Elena waited, patiently. Her breath was coming a little fast. So was his. His heart hammered in his chest and his cock ached. She was waiting for him to do this thing—to take control. To dominate her. He tried to remember everything he’d read, from books to forums, but it was all a blur now since she was naked and waiting in front of him.

  “Roll to your back.” He managed to keep any quiver from his voice, thank god. In fact, he thought he sounded quite authoritative. Not mean, exactly—but sure. That was good. The sound of his own voice gave him confidence, and her obeying him gave him even more. “Spread your legs.”

  He wanted to do that himself, wanted to feel the smooth skin of her inner thighs, but he also wanted to give her directions, see her follow them. Get used to responding to his voice. Elena opened her legs for him, an invitation, toes pointing to the two posts at the foot of his bed. He was glad, now, Anne had won out and they’d bought the four-poster. Don went to work, securing her feet to the posts with the scarves, tying solid knots, checking them twice to make sure they would hold.

  “Put your hands over your head.”

  Elena did, the motion causing her breasts to rise, her pretty dark nipples hard, the copper areolas around them pursed. He ached to suck them but resisted, using the scarves to tie her wrists together first, then looping another scarf through the lattice-like pattern in the top of the headboard, using it to pull her arms up together, straight toward the ceiling.

  “Is that okay?” he asked. “Comfortable enough?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her tongue snaked out, moistening her lips, making them even more kissable.

  Don stood, easing his weight off the bed, and saw Elena startle. She was hypersensitive to everything now, every little movement, sound, scent. He had everything he needed but he wanted to look at her. He walked around the bed, his boxers tented, to look at this woman—his woman—tied to his bed. Her pussy was completely exposed, labia swollen pink, inner folds glistening. He reached over and turned on the lamp, knowing the sun might set before they were done, and he wanted to be able to see her the whole time.

  He had a plan, but changed it as he looked at her tied and waiting for him. He left the room, padding down the hallway in his boxers, wondering what she was thinking now. Her level of excitement and anticipation had to be at a fever pitch. He was enjoying it a great deal. He got a glass out of the cupboard, pushing the button on the fridge to dispense some ice. Then he carried it with him back down the hallway, stopping in the doorway to look at her again.

  Elena, bound. She was delicious, chest flushed and heaving with excitement, head turned toward the door, listening. She heard him, sensed him there. Waited. For him. This woman was his, in a way no other woman had ever been, or ever would be again, he thought as he approached, putting the glass of ice on the night table. No coaster. Fuck the ring. He almost laughed, thinking about Anne’s obsession with rings on their furniture.

  This is my house. My bed. My woman.

  My choices. My decisions.

  It was all up to him.

  Don felt something loosen in his chest, something set free. In that moment, he wasn’t scared anymore about “doing it wrong.” He wasn’t worried about following all the rules or remembering everything he’d read. He simply took a deep breath and acted with a confidence he hadn’t even known existed, before this moment.

  Elena gasped when the ice circled her right nipple, leaving a cold, wet trail between her breasts before he paid attention to her other nipple, watching the copper penny of her areola nearly disappear as the skin pursed, making her nipples seem to double in size. Elena moaned, twisting in her restraints, when his mouth covered one, but the ice stayed on the other. He flicked his tongue over the cold, hard pebble of her nipple, watching her mouth open, head go back in pleasure. She was strung tight, like a guitar string ready to snap.

  “Easy, girl,” he whispered, tossing the ice back into the glass. But it wasn’t up to her, he realized, mouth covering her other nipple, delighting in the cold flesh against his hot tongue. It was up to him to pace things. To bring her back down when she was too high. To send her flying when she was ready. It was up to him.

  He brushed the feather over her belly, tracing a circle around her navel, watching her shiver, this time at the lightest of touches. He teased her mercilessly—the insides of her elbows and wrists, her collarbone, her ear, her cheeks. She didn’t know where the next touch would be coming from and it was driving her wild. He could tell from her sighs and moans, the subtle shift of her hips.

  He teased her wet nipples with the edge of the feather, eyes lighting up at the way they responded. Then Don grabbed the massage oil—rose scented—and squeezed a little onto his fingers. Elena moaned and arched when he rubbed it into her nipples, first one, then the other, the slippery substance allowing his hand to glide easily over her breasts. He liked that so he squirted more into his palms, making circles around and around, kneeling beside her to get better coverage. My god, she was beautiful. She made his mouth water.

  “Ohhhh!” Elena cried out when he cupped her mound with his slippery hand.

  It was a sudden thing, surprising them both, but he had to feel her. Fuck, her pussy was so hot. So wet. He slipped one lubed up finger inside, thrilling at the velvet clench of her cunt. She whimpered when he withdrew, moving on the bed, taking the massage oil with him and grabbing the rabbit vibrator. He settled between her thighs, kneeling there, not touching her yet. Her breath was coming fast, her breasts glistening with oil, her thighs trembling in anticipation.

  He wanted to fuck her. Right then, right there. Just shove his cock in, balls deep, and rut like an animal. Instead, he opened the top on the oil and drizzled it over her bare mound. Elena gasped and shivered as it ran down her crevice all the way to her ass, pooling on the comforter. It was white with little yellow flowers. It would stain. Anne had picked it out and Don didn’t really care. He worked the massage oil in with his fingers, spending a long time looking at her pussy, the tender folds of flesh, the little bud up top, even pulling back the hood so he could see it, completely exposed.

  “Oh god!” Elena quivered and bucked when he gently squeezed her clit between thumb and forefinger. Like a pulse. Again and again.

  Don coated the rabbit vibrator with massage oil, parting her labia with his fingers as he positioned it at the entrance of her pussy. His cock was eager, throbbing, and the sight of another cock, however synthetic and plastic, made him crazy with jealousy. It was his pussy.

  But he knew better than to do this with his cock. He’d come inside of two minutes, and that wouldn’t accomplish what he wanted during this little session. They’d been together enough times for him to know her body, what she liked, what she didn’t. But this wasn’t about pleasure, not now, not yet. It was about control.

  “Ohhhhh!” Elena’s hips lifted as far as they could from the bed as he slid the fake cock into her pussy. He watched it disappear, biting his lip, holding back a groan of his own. His own cock was so hard it almost hurt. He rubbed a hand over it, thinking, Down boy. You’ll get your chance. The vibrator slid easily, with all the oil, and he imagined sliding into her sloppy wet pussy after this, with all her cum and the oil mixing to make the perfect lubrication. He could barely stop himself from tearing the fake cock from her cunt and shoving his real one in.

  “Hold still,” he told her, using his other hand to press her hips down onto the bed.

  “Yes, Sir,” she breathed, gasping when he turned the vibrator on. But her hips stayed down.

  “Good girl.” He praised her, starting slow, the lowest setting. The vibrator had a little silicone rabbit clitoral stimulator—the part that vibrated. It provided direct stimulation and he knew, c
onsidering how tightly she was wired, it wouldn’t take long for her to orgasm. And that was the point.

  Then he clicked another button, and it started rotating. The silicone cock began to spin deep inside of Elena’s pussy, making her moan long and loud, a low, guttural sound. The sound of her pleasure filled the room, driving him crazy with lust. He could barely see straight. Don took a slow, deep breath, clicking the clitoral vibration up one notch.

  “I know that feels good.” He kicked the rotation up one too, eliciting a yelp from her. He actually saw her pussy clench, moving the vibrator in his hand. “But I don’t want you to come. Not until I tell you to. Do you understand?”

  “Ohhhhhh!” Elena groaned, head thrashing from side to side.

  “Elena, do you understand?” he asked again, working the vibrator deeper into her pussy, making sure her clit was right under the vibration.

  “Yes!” she gasped, spread thighs quivering and wet with perspiration.

  Oh my god, he was going to fuck her so hard.

  “Yes, what?” he prompted, twisting the vibrator in her cunt, the clitoral stimulation indirect now, making her whimper.

  “Yes, Sir!” Her hips moved, imperceptibly, but he let it go, satisfied with her response.

  “Good girl.” He twisted the dick in her cunt again, the silicone rabbit humming against her clit, and clicked the rotation up one more notch. “Does it feel good? Tell me.”

  “Yes, Sir!” Her nipples were so hard, pointed straight at the ceiling, her hands pulled taut against her restraints, leaving red marks on her wrists. For some reason that made him so hot—he wanted to jerk off and come all over those scarves, her marked up wrists. And he could, he realized. He could do whatever he wanted. Come on her face, her tits, in her pussy. Wherever he wanted.

  “Ohhhh god!” she cried when he flipped the switch to high. She was getting as much as he could give her. “Oh fuck! Fuck! Please!”

  Oh hell. Hearing her beg made his cock leak so much pre-cum he thought he was going to shoot off in his boxers like he used to when he was a kid.