by Lena Austin
Calder nodded, not trusting himself to speak. He wanted desperately to stop her, and at the same time he was eaten up with curiosity. Curiosity was winning, by a bare margin. He clutched the towel fiercely, and tried to look as if he’d pounce at a moment’s mishap.
Kelly, no, BW opened the bottle and the pungent smell of isopropyl alcohol filled the area. She looked up and saw Calder’s intent expression. “Relax, Calder. All Dominants must be able to do this if they want to do it to their subs. It’s only fair, isn’t it, to know what the sub will feel?” She reached up to stroke his cheek. “Trust me, okay? I’m trusting you.” She looked significantly at the towel.
Calder forced himself to at least stop clutching the towel. “Okay, babe. I’ll try.”
Kelly quickly loaded a cotton ball with alcohol and swiped her arm. A quick flick of the lighter, and her arm was on fire. After a second of fascination, Calder patted out the tiny flame with the towel.
He berated himself for morbidity, but when Kelly held out her arm for inspection, Calder couldn’t help examining it with all the care he could give. Other than a few singed hairs, it wasn’t even pink. The only discernable effect was slight warmth and the little crispy hairs.
“Isopropyl burns too rapidly to cause damage, as long as it is extinguished fairly quickly. The effect is all in the mind,” BW reminded him in a soft voice.
Calder caught on. “I get it! The mind screams about being on fire and goes into the fight or flight reflex. Adrenaline is produced, heightening reactions and heartbeat. That’s what put Michael over the edge. He got an adrenaline rush.”
Kelly shook a finger at Calder. “And he was never in any danger. He knew it intellectually, but his emotions remain the same. Now, let’s do you.”
Calder winced and hesitated, but stuck out his arm with good grace. “Can’t say I’m happy about it, but then again, I’m curious.”
“Well, good!” Kelly responded cheerfully. “You’ll get a better adrenaline rush for that healthy amount of fear. Think of it like a clinical experiment, Calder.” She held out the lighter and a towel, one in each hand. “I’ll let you pick which role you want to play. Lighter or patter?”
Calder looked indecisively at both for a moment. He couldn’t bear the thought of giving control of the flames on his own flesh to anyone else, so he took the towel.
Kelly smiled and prepared the cotton ball. She held the lighter in her right hand and swabbed his arm with her left. With a quick glance to make sure Calder was ready with the towel, she flicked the lighter.
Calder watched the flames erupt on his arm, but felt only a little warmth. He completely forgot about the towel in his fascination. Kelly was ready for such a reaction, and snatched the towel from Calder. She efficiently put out the flame just as the warmth began to increase to something less pleasant.
“Well, you had a typical first reaction to the experience, same as I did,” Kelly commented with satisfaction. “That is why I recommend that this always be done with another person. It should never be done on oneself while alone, so don’t go home and experiment. BDSM is always practiced with safety first in mind. Never forget that.”
Calder flushed with embarrassment. He hadn’t done anything like that, just staring at an unsafe situation or emergency, since he’d been a rookie.
Kelly patted his cheek, arresting his attention. “How’s your heartbeat? Do you think you got an adrenaline rush?”
“Unsteady, and yes.”
“There you have it, then. That’s the trick of fire play. See? I’m not such a monster, am I?” She smiled sweetly.
Personally, Calder wasn’t sure if it was the fire play or Kelly herself that caused his unsteady heartbeat, but he acknowledged that tiny spurt of fear watching his own arm burn.
Kelly put aside the fire play implements and leaned forward earnestly. “BDSM is more about psychology and physiology than some aberration of the psyche. If you’ve ever played ‘tie me up, baby’ with a lover, used an ice cube, tickled, or had a role-play where you were the big, strong captor of a lovely maiden, you’ve tasted one of the milder flavors of BDSM.”
Calder ignored the comment, because he had done those things now and then. He contented himself with a nod. His mind easily supplied the fantasy of tying Kelly up.
“Want to see some of the ‘flavors’ of BDSM in my dungeon?” Kelly picked up the fire play equipment and put it away. When she stood, her round ass was right in his face, and he had the irrational urge to take a bite.
“Yes, I would!” He put his empty coffee cup down. “Uh, shouldn’t we put these back in the kitchen?”
Kelly favored him with a sardonic look. “Not necessary. I have a subbie who comes in every day to clean for me. She’ll get it in the morning.” She sauntered through the doorway and led him to an ornately carved door.
Following the lovely Black Widow was torture enough for Calder. There was more sway in those hips than in most back porch swings. The shorts left a pair of perfectly rounded ass cheeks in clear view, peeking from beneath the material.
Her descent down a flight of well-lit stairs hid those long legs from view enough for Calder concentrate on where they were going. Dark-paneled walls were smooth and well polished. This wasn’t the cheap stuff. The rail was dark oak, if he had any knowledge of wood. In fact, the whole house was laden with subtle luxuries.
At the bottom of the stairs, Kelly waited and let him have a good look around. The main room was relatively small, but looked a little like a throne room, complete with a gas fireplace and carved mantel. One large, comfortable chair with ornate carvings took center stage on a thick oriental rug laid over the equally thick blue carpeting. Other chairs and floor pillows provided extra seating. A small kitchen gleamed white and perfect directly to his right.
Several doors led off the main room. Most were closed. One, nearest the kitchen, stood open. Calder stared at what looked like an oversized grade school desk visible in the room.
Kelly’s eyes followed his gaze. “Curious, Calder? I can show you any room you desire.”
“Yeah.” Calder walked to the open door and stepped in. “Fuck me, it’s a schoolroom.” And it was. Complete with teacher’s desk and chalkboard. But only two of those oversized desks.
“More often than not, I’m the schoolmarm, here.” She chuckled. “Want to see?” Without waiting for his nod, she stepped into what looked like a closet.
Moments later, she stepped out again, completely transformed. She wore those same skyscraper heels, but she’d put her hair up in some simple twist on her head and had donned a pair of glasses. Instead of shorts, she now wore a tiny black skirt the width of a placemat. The bustier had been replaced with a skintight, white lace blouse, giving him an unimpeded look at the soft skin underneath. The whole outfit made his mouth water. Seeing those hard pink nipples peeking through the lace made his fingers itch to touch, to pinch.
Kelly looked severely at him. “Class is now in session. Sit down, Calder. You’re late. Do you need to be switched?” She fingered a whip-like wooden switch.
Playing the game, Calder hastened to the nearest desk and sat down, grinning. “No, ma’am!”
“That’s better.” She turned to the chalkboard and lifted her arm to write, treating Calder to a spectacular view of her sweet, curvy ass barely covered by a tiny pair of virginal white panties. His mouth watered, and his cock rose up to the call. He barely could pay attention to the words, “Lesson Plan: Math” she wrote neatly on the board. Kelly then walked casually over to the corner of the teacher’s desk and sat with legs spread, giving him an intimate view of those white panties. His mind blanked in pure lust. He wanted his face right there, right now.
“You see, Calder, I can play the teacher. I can also be the student -- pigtails, teddy bear, and cute pout -- but that is rare indeed. Shall we move on to the next room?” She wandered out the door, leaving the granny glasses on the desk, still clad in that outfit she was almost wearing.
Calder rolled his eyes
skyward and pleaded for mercy, but got up and followed her out the door. Pink nipples winked like a beacon in the lit doorway she stood in front of, urging him onward.
Chapter Four
Kelly laughed to herself silently as Calder stumbled out the door of the schoolroom and over to her side, his cock making a hard ridge in his jeans.
Come here, little fishy. Momma’s got a treat for you. I’ll have you soon enough. Even if no one else knew the pleasures of anticipation, The Black Widow certainly did.
She’d had to end that school session. It wasn’t hard to read his face, nor the tongue that flickered out just long enough to wet dry lips. The naked lust in his eyes for her pussy was making her so wet, she’d get distracted.
So, you like to eat pussy, do you, gorgeous? Well, if you’re a good boy, you might just get a feast later. Let’s see how you do with a little easy stimulation.
Unable to resist, she patted his gravity-defying ass on the way in. To cover her lapse, she laughed. “Hurry along now. There’s lots to see and do, you know.”
Calder reacted like he’d been stung, propelling himself further into the room. His eyes were a tiny bit less glazed. She could hardly wait to get him on the cross.
He looked around the room, which she had decorated similarly to the booths in Angie’s dungeon. A St. Andrew’s cross was on the wall, like a giant X, with shearling-lined cuffs affixed to the four points. A table provided easy access to a long line of furs, clamps, floggers, and whips. Two spray bottles adorned a small shelving unit with a stack of neat white towels, and a small red box clearly marked “Medical.” The armoire behind her contained other toys.
“Care to give the cross a try, handsome?” Kelly purred. When he shot her a look comprised of fear mixed with masculine ego, she almost chuckled. “No toys, Calder. I won’t even lock you in. But you might want to take off your shirt to feel the wood.”
Not ready for pain, huh? Well, that’s okay, handsome. Next time. And there will be a next time. I guarantee it, just by the lust in your eyes. You want to explore this, don’t you? And it’s no longer just curiosity.
Calder stripped off his tee shirt. “Sure. I’ll give it a go. Can’t see the attraction, though.” He stepped up to the cross and put his hands in the leather cuffs.
“Spread your legs, Calder. You won’t be in line with the ankle cuffs if you don’t.” Kelly walked up behind him and pushed gently on his inner thighs until his ankles were aligned so that the cuffs wrapped around them. As promised, she didn’t buckle them, but she did keep a hand on his inner thigh.
Standing near enough to brush the lace of her shirt on his bare back, she said calmly in his ear, “See how comfortable the cuffs are?” Calder’s involuntary quiver as her lace-clad nipples brushed his shoulder blade was reward enough. “Would you like to feel how I warm up a client? I promise, no pain is involved.” Her hand was still touching his thigh. She moved it up to place it with seeming casualness on one firm buttock.
Oh, man, I have got to see this naked sometime.
“Uh. Yeah, sure. I’m not locked in here. If I don’t like it, I can just step away.” His voice was thick, and he cleared his throat.
Good. She wasn’t the only one barely in control of her lust. Kelly warned herself to be careful. Calder was no meek submissive. There was a small thrill that ran up her spine, knowing she was teasing a predator, just like herself.
Kelly reached for the spray bottle with the red cap on a warming tray. “I’m going to spray your back with something wet. I promise it doesn’t hurt. Got it?”
“Got it.”
Spritzing her warming solution on Calder’s muscular back took more work than Michael’s scrawny frame ever did. But time was on her side. The formula she used was made to slowly increase circulation and produce a mild tingling sensation. Who knew mint and capsaicin could do so much?
“Oh, man! What is that stuff?” Calder quivered slightly. “It smells pretty good, but my back is tingling.”
“My special formula. Secret family recipe.” And it was, too. But Granny never expected her famous cold tea recipe to have the use Kelly put it to. She picked up a rabbit fur mitt. “Next, I’m going to rub something on your back, Calder. It’s soft and warm, but it’s not me, I swear it.”
* * *
“I’d say, do your worst, but I don’t want to know what your worst is,” he muttered into the wood. From his angle, he couldn’t see what she was doing. The room’s arrangement of furniture and lighting kept her movements just out of visual range.
Maybe that was good. He couldn’t see her this way. But his memory supplied all the images necessary. Those tits were snowy globes with little pink peaks. He licked his lips and ached to taste them. Aw, hell, he ached to taste her from those slim toes all the way to her hairline. In small, greedy bites. Stopping at strategic points. Like her round ass. That sweet-looking white-clad pussy. On a fur.
Hey! Fur. Fur was rubbing his back. He slammed himself hard into the cross. “Geeeezus!” What the hell, rubbing up against anything hard seemed like a good idea right now. It wasn’t going to ease his hard-on, but it might just allow him to save a little face in front of this spellbinding witch. He began to move in time with the fur that was softly moving all over his back.
Lace replaced fur. Warm lace. Oh, shit, those tits were back. Hard little nubs encased in a lace blouse. “Ready for a little light bondage?” came a whisper in his ear. Her hand snaked around to take his cock and hold on to it, denim and all. “You’re ready for it, I see.” Warm breath fluttered in his ear.
Calder moaned. “Lady, you’re killing me.”
The hand tightened, then rubbed his cock. “No, sweetheart. But I am going to make you scream.”
“Scream?” Calder gasped. “No, I don’t think so, babe. I draw the line at pain.”
Kelly chuckled softly in his ear. “With pleasure, Calder, with pleasure. Are you ready for a little one-on-one?”
She hadn’t stopped massaging his cock, and it was now hard enough to hammer railroad spikes. He pulled his hands out of the cuffs, then carefully stepped out of the unbuckled ankle cuffs and pulled away from the cross. Turning, he yanked her to him. “Equal terms?” he responded, his hands finding their way to that round backside of hers of their own volition.
“Almost. Are you ready to try a little bondage? I promise…”
“Yeah, yeah. It won’t hurt. That, I’ve done before. But normally I’m the one in charge.”
“We can try it your way another time. But you did ask about my toys. There’s one last set, and they are in that room nearest the fireplace.” She nibbled on his ear. “It’s got a bed,” she whispered.
“Fair enough, beautiful.” He released her ass reluctantly. “Lead on.”
Kelly took his hand with a playful grin and led him into a bedroom out of anyone’s fantasies. A huge four-poster dominated -- whoops, bad word choice, there -- the room. Like some sort of a Victorian fantasy, the furnishings were all dark mahogany and lace. Even the bedspread was white and lacy looking. The fancy carved vanity had a big oval mirror, and various bottles, jars and creams completed the look of a woman’s pleasure palace.
She dropped his hand and let him look, even allowing him to poke around in the armoire full of dressing gowns, lingerie, and fripperies. If she had “toys,” none were in evidence.
“Calder.”
Kelly’s voice made his mouth water. He turned around and almost drooled on his shoes. Gloriously naked, Kelly stood next to the bed, holding a white rope.
“Good god, woman,” Calder exclaimed reverently. “Voluptuous, that’s what you are.” A man would have to be dead to avoid crossing the room and filling his hands with her. “White skin, and no bones showing. I could die a happy man.”
Kelly gasped softly when his fingers gently rubbed a pink nipple to hardness. “You like a woman with a bit of flesh on her, hmm? You’re good with words, Calder.” When one hand crept lower and touched her wet pussy, she rose on her toes and sp
read her thighs slightly to allow him entrance. Hot, slick flesh greeted his finger. To pleasure himself as much as her, he caressed her clit for a few moments while her arms wrapped around his neck. When her eyes glazed, he lifted his hand to his lips and sucked the juices off.
Calder bent down to enjoy a lingering kiss. Tongues tangled in a dance, each striving to outdo the other. When the kiss broke, Kelly stepped back, admiring and caressing his chest. “Mmmm… you work out.” She bent to nibble on one brown nipple while her fingers played with a few stray chest hairs.
“Swimming,” he muttered. But that brought him up short. Yeah, he swam. In the apartment complex pool where he lived, often taking his laptop to write. It was hard to remember he was researching an article for a magazine on the kinkier forms of sex. Not when a sultry brunette was bent over using tongue and teeth on his nipples and undoing his belt buckle with expert ease.
“Mmmmmm,” she hummed again, moving over to repeat her treatment on his other nipple, leaving a damp trail between. That tiny vibration sent waves of pleasure to his cock, which warned him it would burst soon. He couldn’t get any harder.
His jeans pooled at his feet. He stepped out of his loafers, then his jeans while Kelly was still latched on to his right nipple, but she let go almost as soon as he was done, and knelt to strip off his socks. Then big blue eyes gazed up at him, almost eye-level with his aching cock. “How fond of these blue briefs are you?” she asked.
“Uh, I like them,” he answered, disconcerted.
“Then I’ll remove them instead of ripping them off of you like I want to,” she teased. They were down and off in a matter of seconds, leaving his cock free to stand at rigid attention.
Kelly stood and took up the rope again. “Okay, Calder. Last lesson tonight in BDSM. Then I’m going to have my way with you, and you with me. Fair enough?”
“Kelly, dammit,” he began, but a gentle shove had him off-balance and on the bed.
