She turned back, surprised he remembered.
“Can you get by with a seven with an adjustable strap?” he inquired as he walked by her with the box and set it on the center cushion.
“That should be fine, Master.”
His hand spanned the brief distance between them, brushing up her arm and along her shoulder. He scanned over her face, lingering on her parted lips, moving down to her breasts that already tingled, eager for his touch, and traced down her belly to the apex of her thighs. A moment later, one long finger extended and retraced the same path.
“Every time I see you, it’s like the first time. Like my brain can’t absorb from one moment to the next how beautiful you are.”
Despite the coolness of the air-conditioned room, his words kindled her blood, flushing her skin with warmth. Having seen so much, she presumed she’d lost the ability to blush, but in his presence, her cheeks colored like a shy schoolgirl.
Taking a seat on the couch, he reached into the box and removed a white leather corset with black piping. Adeptly, he put it on her, his touch gentle, almost reverent at times, handling her as he would a prized possession. Long fingers brushed her skin as he hooked the closures in front and as he settled her breasts into the open, underwire cups, he added a few extra strokes and deliberate grazes. Her breathing, already irregular, became shallow pants.
She leaned in, seeking more, but too soon, he was done. Sliding his hands over her sides, he nodded his approval at the fit.
“Wrists,” he ordered. As soon as she raised her hands, he revealed a pair of white fluff covered cuffs. Running his fingers over the faux fur, he tipped his eyes up to her. “Very soft and sexy.”
Once the wrist cuffs were buckled in place, he dove back in the box and pulled out a matching fur collar. “Turn and lift your hair.”
After the fur slid around her neck, the couch creaked behind her.
“Turn back.”
When she did, he shifted forward, thighs spread wide so that she stood between them. Raising his hands, he held up what came next, a pair of sheer black stockings each with a white satin bow. Wordlessly, he patted a thigh. With her bare bottom perched on denim, he slid the silky stockings up her legs, positioning the little bows at the back of each thigh all while wearing a huge grin.
Returning his smile, she observed, “You always did enjoy playing dress up.”
“That’s because it involves some of my favorite things, touching your bare skin, seeing your luscious curves, and the always pleasurable task of encasing your fantastic body in lace, leather and sheer lingerie.” After smoothing his fingers over the length of her legs, he leaned forward and licked the crest of her nipple. “I really like these sweet little bows, innocent but at the same time smoldering hot.”
Peeking into the box, he announced, “You’re gonna love these,” and held up a pair of white peep toe pumps with a four-inch heel. At the back of the ankle strap perched a puffy pom, like a cotton ball.
He propped each foot alternately on his knee as he slipped on the fuzzy pumps. He patted her foot when he was done. With his hands on her waist, she gripped his shoulders and set her feet on the floor, admiring her pretty new shoes.
“Can you guess where this is heading?”
“I haven’t a clue.”
“The next item will make it all clear. Stand up.” His hands on the backs of her thighs helped her to balance on the stiletto heels. “You haven’t worn heels in a while. If these start to bother you, I want to know it.”
Before she could formulate a response, her eyes flew wide as he withdrew a fuzzy white headband next. He slipped it on her head, pulling some of her red curls forward over her shoulders. His lips curved up in a broad grin, showing off his perfect white teeth, which gleamed brightly against the dark scruff of his closely trimmed beard.
“We’ve had kitties and puppies, even a little lamb once, but believe it or not, we’ve never had a sexy bunny at Decadence before. The members are going to love it. What do you think?”
Uncertain, her hands flew to the fluffy bunny ears he’d given her. The abbreviated costume was pretty and well made, but it left all of her intimate parts bare. She’d worn less, but it had been a long time. “It’s very sexy, Master, although a bit chilly.”
With a wink he replied, “Fortunately for you we’re not quite done yet.”
Back into the box he went. Her eyes following and zoning in on the set of rubber tipped clamps with fuzzy white cotton ball dangles.
“Pinch your nipples. Make them hard for me.”
Beneath his avid gaze, her fingers began pinching and rolling her nipples, preparing them for the clamps.
“Harder, Mara, as if your fingers were mine.”
With additional pressure, she tugged and twisted until they were stiff and aching. Only then did he brush one hand away. Plumping her breast in his palm, he lowered his mouth. He didn’t suckle, as she wanted, instead he ringed the rosy nipple slowly, flicking the tight center with his tongue. A shuddering groan left her suddenly dry throat.
Lifting his head, he licked his lips, smacking with a grin. Then he smoothly applied the clamp, adjusting the tension screw until it pinched deliciously, a fraction tighter than her fingers.
Moving to her other breast, he dipped his head again. Her fingers found his shoulders, curling into the smooth cotton of his shirt as he lashed her taut nipple, creating an intense warm and wet response between her thighs. The other nipple was similarly clamped, the screw tightened until she was gasping.
Somehow, he always knew how much erotic pain was the right amount.
Leaning back, he paused to admire her new gear. “Very pretty, Mara-mine. You make a delicious and very tempting bunny.”
His hand slid down her hip and around in front where he tested the fruits of his labors. He dipped inside, the pad of his forefinger easily finding her clit, circling it slowly before moving back and penetrating her sultry heat. “So hot and wet, I can’t wait to spread you wide and gorge myself on your sweet pussy.”
“Then don’t wait, please.”
“We’re almost done.” His teasing fingers disappeared yet the need he created remained. With a pat on her hip, he ordered, “Bend over the end of the sofa. Legs wide apart.”
The throb of her clit and the pinch on her nipples distracted her brain making it sluggish. What function remained was solely focused on putting one foot in front of the other as she complied. As she put both hands on the rounded arm, she leaned forward, obediently parting her legs, her feet going as wide as the solid wooden legs. As her body hummed with arousal, she closed her eyes, waiting, knowing without a doubt what was coming next. No bunny costume was complete without a cottontail. She thought about wearing it in the club. It had been over a year since she’d been naked in public, as long since she’d worn nipple clamps and a plug up her ass as she walked the crowded main floor, and never, not once in her thirty years, had she ever worn one with a fluffy bunny tail.
The distinctive creak of a flip top bottle of lube said her guess was spot on, as did the cold squirt high on the cleft of her ass and the slow, slick glide of the gel easing downward. His finger followed, spreading it over the puckered opening, then dipped inside. Her breath froze in her chest as he slid in further, twisting then withdrawing to gather more before diving back in, slipping in deeper.
His hand moved away and she awaited the penetrating slow stretch of a plug. Minutes passed as she listened to the crinkle of paper and the crunch of plastic packaging behind her. She turned her head.
“Face front. You’ll spoil my surprise.”
He touched her, but instead of the tip of the plug she expected, she felt his fingers spread her lips. Something smooth circled her center, before moving over her clit. After a few seconds of stimulation, it changed angles and began to enter her, gently stretching her sensitive tissues. It wasn’t overly large or long, but before she could take its complete measure a smaller rounded tip pressed against her back entrance. It pushed s
teadily inside, testing the capacity of the taut opening until with a little pop it was seated. What followed was even more surprising as he flipped up a swathe of some sort of stretchy material in both front and back
“What—” she began.
“Quiet, sub, let me focus. This gadget is a bit tricky with the attachments. In a minute, I’ll allow you to make all the noise you like.”
He proceeded to fasten a strap around her waist, cinching it snugly. What was obviously a harness now secured the toys firmly in place. She was filled, stretched and as she assessed the feel of the contraption between her legs, she became aware of something wedged in front sitting directly over her clit.
“There we go. You’re all trussed up like a good little bunny.” His hands went to her upper arms and he helped her stand. “Oops, almost forgot your cuffs.” With a click, he had her wrists hooked together behind her back.
Mercy, the very fact of being yoked, plugged and unable to do anything about it sent her mind off kilter, her body igniting with lustful delight.
“Would you like to see how sexy you look, fluffy bunny?”
A moment later, she stood before her reflection, fuzzy ears, cotton ball nipple clamps and all. He stood behind her, running his hands over the corset, the white a stunning contrast to the black hose and the rosy glow of her skin. At first glance, the black harness looked like panties, granted very lumpy panties, but what she worried was bare before was now completely covered.
“One more thing,” he said as he turned her sideways, then held up a large ball of fluff. “Can’t forget your tail.”
After attaching it to the mesh in back, he bent his head and pressed kisses to her shoulder, his lips teasing inward. Gently, he brushed back her hair and gave a long, hot, slow lick up her neck. “I gotta say, I’m liking this a lot.”
He’d always had a flair for unique club wear so she wasn’t surprised. And toys, he loved those as well. Mara had always found it fun, but the combination of the two, were close to being over the top.
“There’s one more surprise.”
“I’m not sure I can handle anymore.”
“Oh, but this one is the best of the bunch.” He held up a small rectangular box with buttons. Clicking one with his thumb, the vibe whirred to life in her pussy. It wasn’t a normal vibration, instead, rotating and spinning inside her, turning her legs instantly to rubber. Her head flew back against his shoulder as her hands jerked within her restraints, fingers curling around the only thing she could reach, Sean’s thigh.
“Holy mother—!” Her cry filled the room as her knees buckled.
Sean supported her, but clicked the remote again. A wail broke from her lips as vibrations unlike she’d ever felt before, targeted her clit. A clicking noise in her ear was followed by increased movement as the gyrating cock inside her moved faster. She lost the ability to stand. If not for Sean, she would have collapsed on the floor in a puddle of insensate goo.
She couldn’t speak, only groan as he clicked the remote another time and the vibes went from extraordinary to cataclysmic. She couldn’t have held back the orgasm that swept over her if she wanted to. A raspy cry from deep in her throat signaled her orgasm, as did her body shuddering and the convulsing of her pussy around the persistent and unrelenting mechanical cock inside her. Her hips jerked, trying to get away from the overwhelming sensation, but with the harness cinched securely in place, she couldn’t budge it from its target.
Click, click, echoed in the room and the vibrations slowed, though not ceasing entirely.
“I think that might be a record. Gone in sixty seconds, no, half that.”
She groaned, gasping for breath. It had been quick but very explosive.
“We’ll get you situated somewhere horizontal and go for another.” Effortlessly, he scooped her up and carried her to his desk, where he set her on top on all fours.
“Another? Master, that was insane. What was that?”
“It’s a brand new, jackrabbit mini-vibe—top of the line. The vibrating ears on your clit were what did you in.” A bit dizzy from the change in position, she rested her cheek on the desk, blinking rapidly until her vision cleared, as did his image. With one hip perched on the edge of his desk, he gazed down at her, the back of one finger stroking gently over her cheek.
“You’re a little muddled, bunny, are you okay?”
“I was dizzy for a bit, but everything is right side up again.”
“How about those clamps? You’ve had them on for a bit. Are you ready for them to come off?”
Her first response was to think about what he wanted, but she remembered her two lessons of the other day. She didn’t want another. They were snug, a bit tight. She was green but wouldn’t be for long. She told him so.
“Very good, Mara. That’s the honesty I’m expecting.”
Pulling her upright until she sat back on her heels, he released the first clamp, the blood returning to her compressed nipple, making her hiss in discomfort. His tongue was there to soothe the ache. Releasing the other clamp was as bad, but worth the attention from his mouth.
“You used to like when I flogged your breasts. The horse hair will be perfect for that.”
He moved behind her and unhooked her wrists. Bringing her hands up behind her head, he refastened the cuffs. He was beside her the next moment, slowly tracing the thick fall of the flogger over her plumped up breasts. A whoosh sounded before hundreds of thin threads fell across her chest, softly like a lover’s caress. In his hand, the flogger was an extension of Sean, so a true lover’s caress it was.
Again, it connected, striking upward and landing on the fullest part of her breast. Her lips parted and she released the breath she hadn’t been aware she’d been holding. Another stroke followed, and another. Arching her back, she offered herself freely, her chest and belly a blank canvas for him to paint with his brush. Faster and with a bit more intensity the flogger fell, bringing a tingling warmth to her skin.
“That feels good, doesn’t it, baby?”
“So good, very relaxing.”
“Mm, we’ll keep this one for play and reward, then.” Never stopping, he moved the tails up and down her body, applying the final dozen or so strokes across the curve of her ass.
An involuntary whimper of disappointment came from her throat, when he stopped.
“None of that now, you’ve come once already and we have a long day ahead of us.” As he spoke, his hand caressed her, stroking gently over each breast, pausing briefly to circle each nipple before gliding slowly up to her jaw, cupping it and taking her lips in a scorching kiss. “I missed this, Mara. Missed taking control of your body, making you quiver beneath my hands, building you up until you’re ready to fly apart, but holding you there, a touch, lick or finger stroke shy of an orgasm, then easing you back down and building it all over again. If you beg along the way, all the better. If you lose control and have to pay a price, that would be sweet too. You respond beautifully to me, like you were made for me.”
Rife with intensity and passion, she met his brilliant blue gaze. “I missed it too, every day, dreaming of you every night. Being under your command, feeling your big strong arms around me, loving you, pleasing you.” Her voice cracked with emotion.
His lips came down again, claiming hers hungrily, leaving her breathless in minutes. When he lifted his head and inhaled a deep breath of air, he cursed. “Damn. We’ve got to stop doing that and pace ourselves, or we’ll be spent and useless for anything else past noon.”
“Works for me, Master,” she murmured distractedly, her lips seeking his.
“No,” he stated firmly. “We’ve got things to accomplish today. Next up, product testing on your scrumptious ass. What do you say to that?”
“Um… yes, please?”
The backs of his fingers glided down her cheek in an affectionate gesture, so familiar, especially when his thumb swept across her lower lip. Too soon, it was gone and he was easing her down to the desktop. As her chest pressed against
the smooth, hard surface, she was relieved he had dispensed with the clamps. His strong hands grasped her waist, pulling her up on her knees. Automatically, she spread her legs for balance. Mara turned her head to the side so she could see what he planned next, but he was off to the right and behind her.
“This time we’ll go slower with the rabbit so we can sample the different floggers.”
The vibe switched on at low speed, the ears gently massaging her clit. Pleasant and relaxing it didn’t begin to prepare her for the loud whoosh and killer stinging stroke that followed.
“Fuck me!” Every molecule of air left her chest. Doubtless, he meant to kill her with pain and pleasure.
The flat of his hand landed on her rear. “Now, now, cute fluffy bunnies shouldn’t say such naughty words.”
“That wasn’t the horse hair!”
“Nope.” His succinct answer accompanied another lash across both cheeks.
She squealed, wriggling forward as the sting, akin to the biting burn of her last bikini wax from the evil Kim Lu at Sugar Mama’s, radiated across her skin.
“Ah, ah,” came his warning. “Get that ass back here and keep it nice and high. Two swats aren’t nearly enough to determine whether we’ll keep this or pass, unless it’s too much. Where are you, subbie?”
Aloud she said, “Green, Master,” but inside she was shouting pass, and at the top of her lungs, it’s too much! ‘Cause it stung like a mother even through the mesh. She couldn’t imagine how it would burn on bare skin.
Another swath of fire blazed across her ass. Determined to take it, she jerked, but stayed on her hands and knees. Freakin’ A; that really hurt.
“This is a Kangaroo Stinger. It’s supposed to sting like a bitch.”
There was no ‘supposed to’ about it.
“What do you think? Would this get your attention or do you need a few more test strokes to decide?”
Her butt screamed ‘no’, but her foolish mouth spit out ‘yes’ for some odd reason.
“Very well, a few more before we decide. Stay in position.”
With his hand on her lower back, she lifted her ass high in the air, offering it for more of the freakin’ stinger as she wondered how many of these he had planned. No matter, he seemed to be enjoying this and she’d endure it for him. The familiar phrase ‘she owed him that much’ ringing in her ears.
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