Second Base

by Raven ShadowHawk

  SLIPPERS & CHAINS

  SECOND BASE

  by

  Slippers & Chains:

  Second Base

  Published in November 2015 by Little Vamp Press

  Cover design: ravenink

  Editor: Leah Osbourne

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted by any means, electronic, mechanical, printing and subsequent photocopying or otherwise. It is intended for the use of the purchaser only.

  In other words, if you bought this book yourself, well done and thanks very much.

  If you didn’t, and came by it through nefarious means, for shame! Go buy yourself a copy so I can afford to feed my children. ;-)

  All characters and words the work of Raven ShadowHawk

  All characters, locations, names or incidents appearing in this work are fictitious and a product of the author’s overactive imagination. Resemblance to any real persons, living, dead, vampire, ghost, zombie, lycanthrope, faerie or daemon is purely coincidental. Promise.

  This book is sexually graphic and intended for a mature audience. This book, and others in the series, should only be purchased and/or read by those for whom it is legal, according to the laws in their country of residence.

  The moral right of the author has been asserted.

  Copyright © Raven ShadowHawk 2015

  Contents

  Do You Like Free Stuff?

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Like What You Read?

  Helloooooo Smexxy Readers

  Also by Raven ShadowHawk

  Coming Soon from Raven ShadowHawk

  About Raven ShadowHawk

  Acknowledgements

  Do You Like Free Stuff?

  Good!

  Want some?

  Allow me to send you all six stories in my Meeting Each Other collection, plus a teeny-weeny bonus story, as a thank you for buying this book.

  Just tell me where to send the file. ^_^

  Dedication

  To my Funk Master

  Chapter One

  Karen

  Karen breathed deep and sank deeper into the embrace of the ropes. Soft cords bit the skin on her arms and set it tingling.‘Does it have to be that tight?’

  ‘Yes, it does.’ Shirtless, Dan stood to her right, his eyes bright in the dim light. The fine dusting of hair across his chest formed a trail that teased along his belly before vanishing into the low slung waist of his trousers. Sweat glistened on his forehead and shoulders in tear-drop sparkles.

  God, he’s hot.

  ‘But—’ A low buzz caught her attention. The egg. She almost forgot. The wet hum of it made muscles low in her body clench. The dull vibration made everything else ache. Even her teeth.

  ‘Do you want to fall out?’

  A ripple of fear thrilled through her body.‘No . . .’

  ‘Then relax and enjoy it. I’ve watched the videos; I know what I’m doing.’

  Though he spoke with quiet, easy confidence, Karen couldn’t help but whisper a small prayer. Videos on YouTube, filmed and executed by professionals differed greatly to an impromptu bondage session in their living room. Even with proper hooks, knots and ropes. She eyed the thick, metal hook screwed into the ceiling, supported by a wide base.‘What did it say about blood supply?’

  Dan laughed.‘Stop worrying. You won’t be up there much longer. I just want to spank you a bit.’ He stroked her rear, teasing the edge of her lacy red knickers. The other hand flicked at the crystal weights dangling from the clamps on her sore, puffy nipples.‘And maybe, if you’re good, I’ll use the wand again.’

  Karen bit her lip. She fucking loved that wand. The smell of ozone still hung in the air and her back prickled at the memory of fizzing sparks dancing over her skin.

  ‘Do it. Please.’

  ‘Have you earned it? Done everything I told you?’

  A burst of copper-sweetness flooded Karen’s tongue. She’d bitten too hard.‘Yes.’

  ‘Have you?’ Dan’s voice roughened. Gruff. His eyes narrowed as he leaned close, tossing his head to flick a curlhair from his eyes.‘I don’t think so, little miss. You couldn’t even finish a decent blow job.’

  ‘That’s not my fault.’ Karen kicked out with both legs. The ropes binding her prevented more than inadequate flailing an inch in either direction, but her shifting weight swung her body in a small circle. She moaned, relaxed into the ropes and watched the floor spin beneath her.‘Please Sir, that wasn’t my fault. You teased me.’

  ‘So?’

  ‘With a vibrator.How can I concentrate when you push that thing into me?’

  Dan licked his lips and gave a feral grin.‘I don’t remember pushing anything into you.’

  Another moan.Karen’s skin tingled with the memory.

  Kneeling on a cushion with hands and arms bound, a ball gag pressed against her teeth, Karen watched as Hannah appeared beneath her. Naked but for a tiny thong, the curvy, curly haired woman raised a long wand with a vibrating head and shoved it against Karen’s screaming pussy. The thrill of it, the delicious pressure against her sensitive clit made her come on the spot, even with her mouth full of Dan’s solid, pulsing cock.

  Back in the present moment, Dan swatted her backside, sending her spinning in a fast, tight circle.‘God, I love this thing. You look great in it.’

  ‘The wand?’ A hopeful lilt lifted her voice.

  ‘Fine. Just once more.’ He stepped back, retrieving the long black stem from the sofa. When he fitted the glass rod and switched it on, a loud crackle filled the air.

  Karen tensed. This is it. Here we go.

  She watched Dan, wary of the wand. Part of her longed to linger on his face but the rest couldn’t bear to be unprepared when the rounded glass nub neared her skin.

  Tiny hairs on the back of her neck stood to attention. A shudder rippled through her bound body, shoulders to toes, then back up again. She clenched her fists.‘Oh, God . . .’

  Dan stroked the air near her shoulder with the end of the wand. Her skin prickled. The wand crackled. From the corner of her eye, Karen glimpsed a jagged spike of purple light flash between the glass and her skin. The stinging sensation struck her shoulder and spiralled outward.

  She yelped.‘Wait a minute.’

  His hand froze.‘What?’

  Words caught in the back of her throat. She fought to form a coherent sentence.‘The egg.Each time you prick me, you turn up the egg, you promised.’

  Smug knowing filled Dan’s eyes.‘So that’s why you want it.’ He switched off the wand. The crackling died away. Silence filled the room, broken only by Karen’s harried breathing.

  ‘No, no, no,’ she whined, jerking against the ropes.‘You haven’t let me come yet. Please?’

  ‘You don’t need an egg for that.’

  Dropping to his knees, Dan reached up between her bound legs and dipped his fingers into her hot slit. He wriggled them around. Karen whined and thrashed against the ropes. The harsh bite of the knots chaffed her skin while both weighted nipple clamps swung to and fro. When he flicked, Karen couldn’t hold back a shriek.

  ‘Please, please, please.’

  His fingers pushed further, finally touchin
g the vibrating egg pushed deep into her moist centre.‘Not yet. I’m considering leaving this here.’

  ‘God, no.You can’t.’ Desperation gave her voice a shrill edge. The thought of having to endure an entire evening of intermittent stimulation made her half mad with the desire to come. Especially when she considered the plans for the rest of the evening.

  ‘My mum,’ she whispered.‘Your mum . . .’

  ‘What about them?’ Dan flicked the weighted clamps one last time before pulling a tiny remote from his pocket. He pressed a button near the top.

  The egg’s rhythm intensified inside Karen’s body, an incredible pace that thrummed inside her with such intensity that white spots danced before her eyes. She tried to draw her legs together, but the knot work prevented even that small mercy. Her fingers twitched. Toes curled. The wet squelch of her overexcited pussy soon drowned out the buzz.

  ‘Fuck,’ she murmured.‘Fuck, fuck, fuck.’

  Dan’s hand twitched and the egg reached its most intense setting. Karen spluttered and squirmed in her bonds as his hands stroked and pinched her body. At irregular intervals he paused to flick the crystal weights. Mostly he stroked every inch of her exposed skin.

  ‘Come for me, Kaz.’

  Karen jerked in the ropes, then let herself go, clenching her teeth to hold back the scream. Wave after delicious wave of ecstasy flooded her body and the egg wedged inside her gave a moist burble before bursting free of her spasming pussy. It hit the floor and buzzed across the carpet.

  The sensations faded slowly.

  She opened her eyes far enough to see Dan crouched nearby, watching her through hooded eyes.‘You have no idea how sexy you look when you do that.’

  Karen licked her lips. She wanted to speak but the words wouldn’t come. Instead she nodded and relaxed fully into the ropes. The shift in tension made her swing back and forth, a naked, gasping pendulum in the middle of the room.

  Warm pleasure filled her stomach. Not the skin-tingling, lust-firing sort of pleasure. Softer. Gentle. Rooted in the loving expression of Dan’s eyes and the softness of his voice. Her Dom melted away to leave Dan himself; the man who loved her. The man she loved back more than she ever thought possible.

  While her body drifted back from its physical high, her mind took a spiralling journey of its own.

  His gaze settled on her face and she drank in his features. The dark shadow of stubble flecked with grey. Crooked nose. Dimpled chin. ‘You’re incredible,’ she whispered.

  He lowered his head until a familiar curl of hair flopped down and hid his eyes.‘No more than you.’

  ‘Kiss me.’

  He cupped her cheek, steadying her long enough to feed his tongue into her mouth. She sucked on it, kissing deep and long until her over excited groin stirred to request an encore.

  ‘I love you,’ she whispered.

  ‘Right back at you, Kaz.And I’m sorry.’

  She blinked.‘For what?’

  The answer came as an explosion of pain from her left nipple. Dan loosened the clamp and pulled them away, allowing blood to rush back into the sensitive nub. Karen shrieked and thrashed. Nonsensical babble fell from her lips as the raging pain crested a peak and became pleasure. The right nipple roared to join the first. Her sudden orgasm crashed in and left stars dancing across her eyes.

  Dan’s tongue lapped against the soreness, hot moisture flicking over and over. It hurt. God, it hurt. But it hurt so good.

  She moaned and shuddered through the little after-shocks while he teased her with his tongue.

  ‘Fuck me,’ she breathed.

  ‘Are you sure? Aren’t you tired?’ Dan gripped his cock through the front of his trousers and gave a crooked smile.‘I was saving this for later, but if you really can’t wait . . .’

  ‘No, no, please, I need a break.’

  ‘Sure.’ He grabbed a bean bag from the other side of the room and shoved it beneath her. Only then did he winch her down via the rope looped into the ceiling.

  The leather surface kissed her sensitive skin and brought another moan from her lips. But the ropes around her thighs, arms and stomach allowed her no more than a wiggle.

  Eventually, Dan untied her, jerking on the loops in each knot to release her limbs in stages. Back first, her spine straightening as ropes slithered free. Then elbows. Ankles. Thighs. Knees. Wrists.

  Karen listened to Dan’s soft humming as he worked to undo all the fascinating knot work. Conscious control returned to each body part in turn. She likened it to emerging from deep, restful sleep.

  When her arms jerked, then slumped, Karen eased them round to a more natural position. Thick rope marks lined her biceps and wrists, a faint redness that she treasured. Then the ropes about her thighs flexed and fell loose.

  She grinned and stretched out across the bean bag.

  Dan appeared in her field of vision.‘You okay?’

  She pulled him down on to her for another lingering kiss.‘I’m great. Thank you. I’m good until tomorrow.’

  ‘We can’t play with her straight away, you know. She might not show up.’

  ‘I can hope, can’t I?’ Karen grinned.‘Maybe she’ll arrive with a friend and we’ll all get on so well that we can’t help but fall into bed.’

  Dan gave an appreciative‘mmm’ sound.‘Three lovely subs. All for me. That wouldbe something.’

  ‘Or one for me,’ she ventured, still lost in the fantasy.‘A sub under me.And I could sit on his face while this new girl deep throats him.’

  He shook his head.‘You could sit on her face while the other goes down on her. That sounds much more like it.’

  ‘Come on,’ she teased.‘You wouldn’t like seeing me flog a guy? You could watch. Remember how you got after Sugar Dust? Nothing like a kink club to bring out new ideas.I could be‘Bitch Queen’ again.’

  ‘Ha,’ he pressed a tender kiss to her lips.‘Tease.What do you want another guy for? You’ve got me.’

  ‘So I get to flog you?’ Though she fought it, her voice emerged dry and sharp.

  ‘Not bloody likely.’ Another kiss, then he pulled away.‘So, was that enough? I figured four orgasms would probably relax you but six seemed a safer bet.’

  Hiding her disappointment beneath a smile, Karen nodded.‘Yes, I feel better.’ She studied his face. Bit her lip.

  Was now the moment to ask about subs again? Before he drifted too far from the pleasurable place they both occupied while playing.

  The door bell rang.

  Dan stroked her jaw with the tip of his finger.‘I’d better get that.’ He stood, and the moment was lost.

  She sighed.‘Guess I’ll clear up.’ She glanced at the collection of toys strewn across the rug.

  He slid off her body and left. The ache of his departure was a physical thing. A yearning in her skin that tightened her chest.

  I’m addicted to him. I really am.

  Faint, Karen heard the front door open and close, followed by the rumble of low voices.

  She tugged a dressing gown over her nakedness and put the toys, one by one, into the large pine chest beside the bookcase. She wouldclean them—that was her job—but later. The rope she coiled into neat loops and placed alongside the toys with the weighted nipple clamps and silenced vibrating egg.

  A moment later Dan opened the door and peered through. ‘It’s only Pete.’

  Oh. Great.

  A prickle of unease rolled down the back of her neck.‘Will you guys want a beer?’

  Dan grinned, oblivious to her discomfort.‘Sure, thanks.’ He slipped out of sight again.

  Karen cinched the dressing gown around her waist. The hem brushed her knees, a modest length, but not enough.

  I’ve got to change before he sees me. Especially if they’re drinking.

  Tiptoeing from the room, she paused at the closed door to the study and listened to the low burble of voices within.

  She shook her head, clutched the neck of her gown closed and darted up the stairs.

  Cha
pter Two

  Dan

  Dan slouched against the wall, watching his friend pull four-packs from a plastic bag. ‘She won’t be back again,’ he picked up where he’d left off. ‘Says she has a new Dom and that he doesn’t want her playing away from him. Fair enough. I wouldn’t want Karen playing with anyone else.’

  Glass clinked and packets rustled as Pete piled them on the table. When the bag was empty he crunched it up and tossed it into a corner. ‘So you need a new girl?’

  ‘I don’t know. I want one, but Karen is still . . . you know? She likes sharing, but prefers one on one time.’

  ‘Who doesn’t?’

  He looked away. ‘So tomorrow, we’re meeting a new potential at the munch.’

  ‘Potential,’ Pete scoffed. ‘You make it sound like an interview.’

  ‘It is in a way. We meet this girl, decide if we like her and give her a trial run. If she fits in with us, she joins the Library. If not, we don’t see her again.’

  ‘I still don’t get how it works. Women aren’t just books you can check in and out when you want.’

  ‘Actually, that’s exactly how it works.’

  ‘And Karen is what? Head Librarian?’

  Dan shoved off the wall. He snatched beers from the table and slotted the bottles into a bucket filled with ice. ‘Why does it bother you so much?’

  Pete’s expression hardened, all twisted lip and narrow eyes. ‘You don’t seem to realise how lucky you are. Why do you need other women, when you have Karen willing to do whatever you want? Whenever you want? Don’t think I didn’t see you last night. She had her foot in your trousers.’

  ‘It was under the table.’

  ‘We were at Pizza Express! There were kids there.’

  Dan added a few soft drinks to the bucket. ‘Nobody saw. Stop worrying.’

  ‘I’m not worrying.’

  ‘Stop being jealous then.’

  ‘Jealous? Screw you.’

  ‘Ha, you wish.’