by Gow, Kailin
He said I was his master. That I was the one controlling how he made love to me, how I wanted it.
Looking over at his handsome face, his strong masculine profile, kind blue eyes, and full sensual lips; Serena’s eyes filled with tears. Sebastian had turned into the lover and the man, she had always dreamed of…
He’d set the table on the terrace with tiny jars of marmalade, fresh croissants, hot coffee. Set over a bowl of ice was a small plate of soft cheese.
Serena tore a chunk off her croissant and put it in her mouth. Glancing down at Sebastian’s bare torso, she was once again overcome with the hunger to touch him.
His dark, smoldering beauty never failed to awaken something somber and deep inside her. She longed to please him in so many ways, though she realized that longing was selfish. It was her own need to touch him that drove her.
“Really? I’m surprised.” He sat back and sipped his coffee while he eyed her with interest.
She’d thrown on a baby blue shapeless dress she’d found in the closet. While it didn’t hug her curves, the thin fabric left every curve and swell clearly visible in the early morning light. It was flattering on her…elegant, but with the drape that clung to her most feminine assets.
“Me, too. I thought I’d experienced it all.”
“Did you like it?”
Serena nodded. Though her limbs ached from remaining immobile a good part of the day, she’d loved every moment. “I didn’t think I would at first. I mean, I’ve been tied up before and I’ve often enjoyed a certain lack of control under those circumstances, but this was different.”
After he’d hosed her down and bought her to orgasm, he’d carried her inside. With rough and painful motions, he’d brushed her hair, parted it and made two playful pigtails. He’d taken off the leather and had dressed her in short white shorts and a transparent white tank top with a green sports team logo splashed on the front. Satisfied with her appearance, he’d set her on the sofa only to promptly ignore her. Instead of starting a whole new game he’d turned on the television and had watched a boxing match, completely oblivious to her presence for over an hour.
“I’ll admit, there was something a little annoying, but highly arousing in the way you’d ignore me sometimes.”
He chuckled. “Ignoring you wasn’t easy, but I knew it would drive you nuts.”
Between rounds, he’d quickly grope her, pinch her nipple or briefly shove his fingers down her shorts. His touch was always just enough to make a spark, but just short of igniting the flame. By the time one boxer finally fell to the mat, she was aching for release.
“I’m impressed. You know Price put me through a lot over the years. He taught me a lot. But he never had the patience you displayed yesterday.”
Sebastian’s jaw twitched at the sound of “Price” but he cocked a brow. “It was my natural instinct to hold you, cherish you, and lavish you with the loving attention you and your beautiful sexy body deserve, but since you love the unexpected, sometimes even total domination, I want you to be safe. I want you to be with someone who you can trust, who loves you so much that he would always watch out for your best interests. There’s no one I can trust for you to be with, except me, Serena. It pains me to hold back on you when all I want to do is rip your clothes off and pound into you. It pains me to ignore you, to make you wait for your release, when all I want to do is touch you and run my lips and tongue all over you.” He took a sip of his coffee. “You may not find me so patient today.” He set down his coffee cup and disappeared into the kitchen. Moments later he returned with a long narrow box.
“I love blue on you,” he said as he took her by the hand and urged her to stand.
Serena popped the last bite of her croissant in her mouth and stood facing him.
“But,” he went on as he grabbed the folds of the ample dress. “I want to try something else.” He pulled it over her head, leaving her to stand nude then turned her away from him.
Excited at the prospect of something new, Serena’s thighs tightened with sexual tension.
Sebastian put something cool and light on her arm and came around her. She looked down to see the plastic food wrap that he stretched taunt over her breasts. Glancing up at him, she cocked her brow.
“Don’t tell me this is something new as well.”
“Indeed. My, my, Professor Sorensen, but you are one delightful surprise after another.”
He circled her several times until her breasts were firmly bound and her arms were clamped to her sides down to the elbow.
“I want you to have some freedom of movement but still be safe.” Sebastian cut the plastic wrapping and patted the loose end at her back. He began the same movements at her hips, wrapping her ass in the clear plastic. When satisfied, he cut off the wrapper and ran his hand over her covered ass.
Coming to stand before her, he ran a finger across from one nipple to the other.
The sensation was strange and foreign as his touch glided over the plastic. Sebastian reached for the bowl of ice on the table and pulled out an ice cube. Licking his lips, he brought the ice to her nipple.
Serena kept her gaze on his eyes, so strong and hungry as they remained on her breasts. She’d often seen hunger in Price’s eyes. He’d always loved her body, but there was something different about the way Sebastian looked at her. The hungriness was there, so was the arousal and need to mindlessly ravish her body, but even at his roughest, Sebastian’s eyes held more emotion than Price’s ever had.
This was a man who wrote the most touching and beautiful music in the world. This was a man who knew how to express his love, knew how to love, and was not afraid to show the woman he love how much he cared for her.
He’s doing all this for me. Spending all his time in Switzerland hiding out and away from his demanding work, to be with me.
By the time the ice cube melted, her nipples were sore from the cold. Sebastian quickly remedied the situation by dipping his fingers in his coffee.
The contrast in temperature was subtle at first, but when he picked up the coffee pot and poured a thin stream of hot liquid over her breast, the contrast was painfully clear.
“How do you like that?”
“Stimulating,” Serena said, closing her eyes and relishing the feel of hot and cold against her skin. Her nipples were hard with arousal already, and she ached to relieve herself below.
“I thought maybe we’d go out today,” Sebastian said with a casual glance at his watch.
“Out where?” She bit back on the more intriguing question… like this?
“That path there.” He pointed to an opening in the field far beyond the duck pond. “It leads up the mountain. It’s a beautiful view from the top.”
“Whatever you say,” she said with an appeasing smile.
Sebastian returned to the house and came back with a small backpack and a pair of gladiator flats for Serena. After strapping on the sandals, she followed him to the path.
At the head of the trail, Sebastian stopped and waved her by. “I think the hike up will be more enjoyable for me if I’m behind you.”
Smiling, Serena took the lead and swayed her hips as she took to the path. Though she’d feared they’d hike for hours and hours, only half an hour later they reached a small peak that offered a generous view of the surrounding mountains.
“This is beautiful, Sebastian. It must inspire such wonderful music.”
“It has, but that’s not really what I had in mind today.”
He led her past a large boulder and she saw what he had in mind. Drilled into the center of the boulder was a large metal loop with a short chain drawn through it. Handcuffs dangled, waiting for her.
Serena looked at the makeshift shelf beside the boulder and was surprised by the variety of implements. A horsehair whip caught her eye.
Suddenly quiet and dark, Sebastian jerked her back to the boulder, turned her face to the stone and cuffed her in. He pressed her up against the hard stone, but the layers of plastic f
ilm protected the soft skin of her breasts from the abrasive surface.
Sebastian was right about how safety was a concern to him, even when making rough love, as she craved. If it was Price, he wouldn’t care if her skin was cut and bloody in this same situation. It would feel good for a while, but then she would have to hide her cuts and bruises for days afterwards.
As she stared straight ahead, waiting patiently for Sebastian’s next move, she couldn’t help but think about Sebastian’s words to her…that she deserved to be cherished. Even while being completely and absolutely dominated.
“A doll is fine every once in a while,” Sebastian said as he picked up the horsehair whip. “But it is a lot of work for one man.” He cracked the whip in the air. “I’m tired. I’m worn out. I’m weary from all the work you have me do. I’ve done nothing but treat you like a veritable princess since you’ve arrived. It’s time I make you my slave.”
He cracked the whip again, and the fine hairs sliced across her calves.
“Yes, Master,” she dutifully replied.
“As if that weren’t enough, you betrayed me yesterday.”
Serena frowned and tried to look back at him.
He responded with a sound slap of the whip against her back. Through her plastic wrapping, she barely felt it.
“You were to be an impassive doll. I thought I’d given explicit instructions to remain immobile.” He brought the whip down on her shoulder.
“Yes, Master.”
“Was I not clear in my instructions?” The whip crashed against her bare thighs and the sting immediately rose to her clitoris.
“You were very clear, Master.”
“Yet, as I diligently washed you off, as I carefully took care of the doll that you were, you shuddered and whimpered.”
“I’m sorry, Master. I tried.”
With surprising force, he brought the whip down across her back, slicing through the wrapper. “Trying isn’t enough,” he shouted.
“Let me make it up to you.”
“Not only will I let you, I expect you to. I also expect you to refrain from climaxing. This is my day.” He whipped her ass. “Do you understand?”
“I only succumbed to the sweet pleasure you brought me, Master.”
Another lashing at the small of her back. She winced. Closing her eyes, she bit her lip and tried to ignore the pounding of her clitoris that already threatened to betray her.
“Are you blaming me?”
“No. It is my weakness. I know I must be stronger.”
After another sound lashing at her back, he came up and pressed his chest into her back. “You are to be my slave today. Your every breath is meant to pleasure me. Your lips and your tongue are simple tools of eroticism, nothing more. And your body…” He brought his lips to her ear and flicked the whip so it tickled her calves. “Your body is mine to do with as I please.”
“My body is yours.”
He forcefully grabbed her chin and looked menacingly into her eyes. It sent a thrill up her spine how darkly sexy he looked with his hair wild and unkempt, and his face lined with freshly grown stubble. He looked like a sexy hot pirate from another century.
Had she not known him, she would have thought him crazy. His eyes no longer held the warm affection she’d seen earlier and she was intrigued by his capacity to go from one extreme to another.
“Today, I will make you suffer for your betrayal.”
She closed her eyes and prepared for her due punishment.
With his chest, he gave her a final shove into the boulder and backed away. “Tell me what your safe word is,” he growled.
“You are my master and I have no need for a safe word.”
He cracked the whip. “Tell me your safe word.”
“Master, my life is in your hands. I have ultimate faith in you.”
“Serena,” he said softly, breaking character. “We have to have a safe word so I don’t go too far and really hurt you.”
“You can’t go too far, Sebastian.”
He came up beside her. “You don’t know how far I can go. I need to know when you’ve reached your limit.”
She looked him squarely in the eye. “Sebastian, there is no safe word.”
His lips parted in disbelief, while his eyes narrowed with anger and confusion. “Are you telling me you’ve never used a safe word with Price?”
“We never even discussed the possibility.”
“Then how did you…?”
“There was no limit, Sebastian. Whatever he desired, whatever game, whatever ritual, whatever punishment, I accepted.” She held his steady gaze and saw the questions and the horrified answers he supplied himself. “He would stop if I lost consciousness.”
He snorted. “How generous of him.”
“Only to start up again.”
Sebastian visibly gagged. When he recovered, he brought his fingers to the strands of hair on her face. “Well, it’s not going to be that way with us. You will use a safe word.”
“Sebastian, I assure you…”
“Listen, if I have to constantly wonder if you're okay, I’m not going to enjoy it. I want to let loose, and believe me, I can be punishing, but I want to be sure it’s within your capacity to withstand. I don’t want to second guess every lashing.”
“Fine,” she said with a conceding sigh. Pressing her lips together, she sought an appropriate word and finally said, “Soar.”
Sebastian tilted his head to the side.
“The first time I heard your music it was When Lovers Soar. I knew right then and there that I wanted to return to music. I wanted a life outside of Price. I wanted to make it on my own, and I wanted to create beautiful music like yours. Before I’d even met you, you’d changed my life.”
He smiled and kissed her temple. “Soar it is,” he whispered in her ear. The moment he backed away, the fierce scowl creased his brow. The hardened taskmaster had returned. “You’ve wasted my precious time, you slut.”
The whip crashed against her back time and again as the plastic wrapping slowly gave way, leaving her back bare and open to the full wrath of Sebastian’s anger. Though the tiny hairs pricked and stung, Serena was eager for more. He quickly brought the same punishment to her ass, however, once the protective wrapping was gone, he continued to lash out.
Serena swallowed the pain as she closed her eyes and clenched her jaw. Just as a tear came to her lashes, Sebastian stopped and came up to ram into her between her legs. His motions were hard and fast as he glided back and forth, though he denied her the pleasure of penetration.
His hot breath brushed across her ear and cheek while his groans grew louder and louder.
Now completely exposed to the elements, her breasts brushed against the punishing surface of the large boulder, scratching the sensitive skin with every push Sebastian gave her.
When he backed away, he reached around to unlock the cuffs from the chain. “Turn around,” he ordered.
She faced him and was met with a harsh sting of horsehair across her chest. Her nipples erect and ready for more, she met his gaze, silently begging him not to stop.
He grabbed her cuffed wrists and brought them to the hook above her head.
“I need to show you what happens when you defiantly disobey me.”
Serena nodded submissively and cast her gaze to the ground.
Sebastian picked up two small twigs and sandwiched her nipple between them. With tiny elastic bands, he bound the twigs together on one end. When he wrapped the other end of the twigs together, her nipple was painfully pinched between them.
With a gleam in his eye, Sebastian lowered his head to her breast and passed his tongue over her nipple to keep it erect then bound the other nipple in the same fashion.
Like an artist mid masterpiece, he backed away and examined her.
“Arch your back,” he ordered.
Serena thrust her breasts out toward him.
“More.”
Pressing her head and ass to the rock, she ar
ched her back as much as she could.
“More.” He reached for the horsehair whip and slashed it across her breasts.
Planting her feet firmly at the base of the boulder, Serena distanced her body from the boulder, essentially blowing out like a sail in the wind. While the cuffs were tight and pulled painfully at her wrists, she enjoyed the strong sense of vulnerability.
Judging by the spark in Sebastian’s eyes, he enjoyed her vulnerability as well. The bulge in his drawstring pajamas pants grew visibly larger. With a savage motion, he pulled the twigs off one breast.
For a moment she thought he’d torn her nipple off, and while the intensity of the pain was new to her, the intensity of arousal was what surprised her.
Sebastian came to her side and, with the twigs, drew a long line from her ankle up to her hips, into the valley of her waist and up her arm to her cuffed wrists.
Light and feathery, the touch was in sharp contrast to the smack he then gave her ass.
“I like this,” he murmured as he looked at her outstretched form. “I like the strength of your legs, the curve of your ass, the arch of your back and the pull of the cuffs on your arms.” He ducked under her arms and set a foot on either side of her legs while his hand ran repeatedly over her ass. “Yes. I like this a lot.”
He inched closer until his bulge slid into the crevice of her ass.
She swallowed, unsure she’d be able to hold the position much longer.
“Part your legs… just a bit.”
As she did so, he pulled out his enlarged shaft from his pants to rub it against her folds while simultaneously tearing the remaining twigs off her trapped nipple. The pain and pleasure met at her clitoris, and as she stared out into the vast open air of the Alps, a deep, feral moan rumbled in her gut and crawled slowly up her throat as her orgasm came in full force.
Sebastian rode her, plowing into her with possessive force as he reached around and grabbed a breast in each hand, pounding into her hard and mercilessly while her hips gave into his thrusts. God he was a stallion in heat, and she loved every thrust he pounded into her, reaching so deep and full in her that she felt as though her body would be ripped into two. It was so much pleasure, so intense, she felt her muscles clenching so tightly for release. But he said not to climax.
