by Jo Davis
Oh, God. Now, there was a double entendre that made her wet as hell and caused her nipples to pucker to the consistency of armor-piercing bullets.
“Dammit,” she muttered, trying to wiggle. It was no use — she was going nowhere until he chose to release her, and maybe not even then.
To her staggering relief, his footsteps returned. When he circled to stand in front of her, her mouth dropped open, and lust shot to every nerve ending.
The man was a black-clad dream, hips and long legs encased in soft, supple leather down to his boots. Instead of a shirt he wore some sort of crisscrossed leather harness decorated with silver studs, emphasizing his muscles and making him look like some modern-day Pancho Villa gone kinky, the only items missing, a pair of pistols and the sombrero.
“Holy freaking shit,” she whispered. “You’re beautiful.”
“Me? Thanks, but that honor goes to you, my girl.” Turning, he picked up a scrap of red cloth from a nearby table and proceeded with her lesson. “One of the most effective teaching tools of my trade is sense deprivation. Take away one or more of the senses, and the others will heighten, sometimes to the extreme, depending on the action taking place. Have you ever been blindfolded before?”
“Just as a kid when we played children’s games, like Pin the Tail on the Donkey and hitting a piñata full of candy.” A shaky giggle escaped. “I don’t think that counts.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t say that exactly,” he said, moving to stand behind her. “When a person can’t see, there’s a certain level of trust involved. When you played those childhood games, you trusted your friends not to let you run into something and trip, fall, and hurt yourself. As an adult who is also bound for my pleasure, the stakes are considerably higher. Scarier. You can’t run or hide, and your friends aren’t here to help you.”
The cloth covered her eyes with a whisper of silk and was tied behind her head. Rough palms skimmed down her raised arms, slowly, and she could swear she felt every ridge in the pads of his fingers, each callus. Then her breasts were cradled in those gentle hands, thumbs teasing her nipples, making her gasp. His touch moved to her hips and buttocks, and she practically held her breath, waiting for a hand to slide between her legs. When he moved away, she whimpered, tried to arch back, but was held fast.
In moments, she heard him return, but he didn’t speak, didn’t give any indication of what he planned to do. The fear crept in again, mingled with a rush of expectation, of desire. He’d said he wouldn’t hurt her, and she believed him, but not knowing what would happen — that one grain of uncertainty — tweaked the dark, illicit corner of her mind she hadn’t known existed.
A tickle on her breasts caused her to jump and pull on the restraints, to no avail. Lightly, like a dozen spidery fingers, sensual little wisps kissed her skin over and over. Her nipples and stomach. Between her spread thighs, a ghost of touch tormented her clit, making the nub throb for even more attention.
“Blaze — I mean, sir! Please…”
“I’ll let you slip this once, sweet baby. Remember the rules, or I’ll have to punish you.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Tell me what you want.”
That was easy. “I want you to touch me, and fuck me hard,” she breathed.
“Now tell me what you need.”
“I…” Was that a trick question? “What do you mean?”
“What a sub wants and needs are often two very different things. Do you really want to give in to the desire so quickly, see it flame bright and then burn out?” His tongue traced the shell of her ear, lips nibbling as if on a tasty delicacy. “Or would you rather I draw out the pleasure as you hang there, knowing you can do nothing but ride the wave until you scream with the force of your orgasm?”
“Oh, God! What are you doing to me?”
“Just what you want me to do, baby, nothing more and nothing less,” he whispered. “What you’ve been missing your whole life. Now tell me what you need.”
Taking a deep breath, she let go. “I need to lose my inhibitions. Forget everything. Forget my own name.”
“That’s my girl. Don’t think, just float.” As he rummaged for something he kept talking. “Imagine your inhibitions are tied to your body with a few dozen strings, holding you back from what you need. Got the picture in your head?”
She imagined it: strings wrapped around her body like a cocoon. Smothering. Stifling. “Yes.”
“Now picture them being snipped one by one, drifting away on a sea of pleasure, helpless to keep you bound any longer.”
The idea was ironic considering that she was literally restrained, but somehow it worked. She understood exactly what he meant and cleared her mind of everything except being freed from the prison string by string, flying off into space.
The feathery instrument of torture vanished, and clever fingers plucked her nipples, keeping them at attention. Suddenly, one nipple was seized with something small, and she let out a cry, arching into the slight pain.
“Wh-what are you doing? What is that?”
“I’m giving you what you need,” he said, his tone firm but patient. “Trust me to take you there.”
“It hurts,” she whispered. Little needles were biting into the vulnerable flesh, making her squirm in a futile bid to get away. “I don’t know if I like it.”
“That’s a normal reaction, baby. Take a deep breath for me and let it out slowly.”
Breath hitching, she did as he asked. As she exhaled, a rough palm skimmed her side, soothing.
“Good girl. The pain should be easing some. Push your mind past that, and tell me how it feels now.”
“It’s better. Feels… tingly. Sensitive.”
“And this?” He flicked the tormented nipple with a finger, rubbed it back and forth.
She gasped, unable to believe the electric sensations shooting through her body. It was as if the nerve endings there were directly connected to her clit, causing both points to throb in tandem.
Needing.
“It’s good,” she said hoarsely. “I don’t understand…” She couldn’t articulate what she meant, but he seemed to know.
“You don’t understand why it’s good?”
“Yes.”
“Pain is followed by a nice rush of endorphins.” His laugh was soft and seductive as he teased and lightly pinched the second nipple. “In short, your body is attempting to make itself happy again, and it’s working. You’re even more receptive than I’d hoped.”
“But I don’t—”
The remaining nipple was gripped in an identical set of small teeth, and she couldn’t help the wave of fear that washed over her, eclipsing the pleasure. “Stop!”
“I can’t do that.”
“I don’t like it!”
“You will.”
He seemed so arrogant, so confident. Anger joined the jumble of confusing feelings, making her want to do what came naturally — push back. “Let me go!”
“No.”
“I mean it, Blaze,” she growled. “Let me go, now!”
“No. Use your safe word, and it ends. We quit. Is that what you want? What you need?”
“I…” She grappled with the word. Peppermint. Just say it, and this ends. The scariness of the unknown, the fear that you’ll fail.
But the pleasure ends, too. I’ll let us both down.
“Emma? Do you want to use your safe word?”
“N-no,” she admitted quietly. The anger drained, and her body went lax in the restraints, stopped fighting.
“All right.” He kissed her temple. “We’ll continue. And when I’m finished with this scene, I’ll have to punish you. Do you know why?”
Her heart stuttered, and her mind scrambled to think what she’d done wrong. “Oh. I called you by name instead of ‘sir.’ I’m sorry — it won’t happen again.”
“Apology accepted, but it won’t get you out of taking your consequences.” His voice held a trace of humor. “I’m not easily manipulated.”
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sp; “I wasn’t trying to do that, sir!” She wasn’t. Was she?
“Perhaps not, but the lesson must be taught, or I’ll fail you. And failing you isn’t an option. Now take another deep breath, and exhale slowly.” He waited while she complied. “That’s it, relax. You really are doing well for your first time. Just feel.”
The praise warmed her, and she settled down with renewed confidence. A tinkle of something small and metal reached her ears, and she felt a tug on each nipple, right before the object was released. It was a chain, she realized, with some sort of weight dangling in the middle, which tugged the hardened points without mercy.
Moaning, she wriggled against the delicious assault, but it was no use.
“Beautiful. And think how much more so when we get them pierced.”
“Oh, God.” She knew better than to think he was kidding. He owned her body now, and unless she exercised her one out, he’d do whatever he wished with it. Few acts were as intimate as marking another person’s flesh, and he’d no doubt planned this as a challenge.
By submitting to him in this, in so many new things, perhaps they both won. The epiphany was astounding, but she didn’t have time to mull it over.
His fingers brushed between her thighs, rubbed her slit. “So pretty. You’re wet and ready for more, aren’t you?”
She was beginning to recognize his tones, and knew he required an answer. “Yes, sir.”
As she struggled to get used to the wonderful, strange sensations, her master moved behind her, murmuring words of soft encouragement. His hand smoothed over her rear and her ass cheeks were parted. Cool liquid dribbled on her hole. So exposed, letting him toy with a place she’d never allowed anyone to see before, and yet she wasn’t afraid anymore. She floated, knowing that all she had to do was utter her safe word and he’d stop.
She didn’t want him to stop, and he’d known that all along.
A broad finger slowly pushed into the tiny entrance, allowing no resistance. Stretching, preparing. The burn was a completely new feeling, uncomfortable but not unbearable. He seemed to know when she’d gotten used to it and added another finger, pumping her ass, gradually morphing the weirdness to oh shit and fuck yeah give me more.
She might’ve moaned those sentiments aloud but wasn’t sure of anything except his fingers disappearing and her whimper of protest. Then something round and hard replaced his fingers. Began to push inside. A dildo? If so, it was a damned big one roughly the size of a baseball bat.
“Oh, God!” she yelled as the monster pushed inside.
Showing no mercy, he held her flank to steady her while he worked the rod in and out of her ass faster and harder until she was mindless. Her entire being consisted of nothing except her ass, clit, and nipples. She was owned, yet freed.
“Oh, yes, yes!”
“Come for me, baby,” he growled.
Her orgasm exploded, shattering her into a million pieces and bringing her back together again, leaving her more whole than she’d ever been. Her body twitched in the aftermath, coming down in increments, leveling off into a state of euphoric bliss.
The object was removed from her rear, and immediately the bulbous head of his cock parted her slick labia. Pushed inside, inch by inch, until he seated himself fully with a tortured groan.
“What you do to me… You’re mine now.”
“Ooh, yes. I’m yours. Love you inside me.”
He began to thrust, big palms gripping her hips, spearing her deep. A second orgasm built with surprising speed, rising as he pounded himself into her channel. Took her by storm, propelling them higher and higher. Over the edge.
“Fuck, yes!” With a shout, he stiffened and emptied himself into her, filling her with heat. She joined him, vibrating until she hung limp, thoroughly exhausted.
Through the haze, she was vaguely aware of her ankles being released, then her wrists, and the blindfold was gone as well. She melted into her master, was boneless when he lifted her into his arms and issued a quiet, loving command.
“Sleep, my sweetheart. There will be plenty of time for punishment later.”
Helpless to do anything else, she fell headlong into the void.
Nine
Blaze hid a smile as he grasped Emma’s arm, escorting her into his local haunt. The same one in which she’d witnessed his scene with Ryan and Caitlin several months earlier, and fled. His friends who weren’t into the D/s scene and didn’t get it would likely say that he was cruel to bring her here for her debut in the lifestyle, but they’d be absolutely wrong.
The only way to get past what had happened was to meet it head-on and move forward. He refused to spend the next few years tiptoeing around the evidence of his life pre-Emma, shielding her from upset. And he knew her well enough to know she wouldn’t appreciate being coddled.
No, they’d lance this festering wound once and for all. Then she’d be free to embrace everything he had to teach her.
He had a specific plan, too. One that would show her how a D/s master worked without plunging her into too heavy a scene for her first public outing.
“You okay?” he asked, tugging her to a stop just outside the entrance. “You’re not too sore?” Just because he’d stood by his rules and administered a paddling as her punishment didn’t mean he had to be a bastard about it. He’d warmed her ass, and she’d gotten the point. And he’d immediately stopped when her bottom lip had quivered and real tears had formed in her big blue eyes.
“I’m fine,” she said. “Other than my pride. Believe me, I’m going to be a perfect little sub from now on.”
Somehow, he doubted that. Emma had much too strong a personality not to get into trouble occasionally, and the thought made him grin. “We’ll see about that. Ready for tonight?”
“I think so.” She smiled gamely. “Yes, I’m ready. But I still wish you’d tell me what’s going to be required of me.”
“I’m about to. Trust me.” He’d keep saying it until she did.
“I do. I’m just nervous.”
Gently, he kissed her. “I know. But you look hotter than a five-alarm blaze, and you’re with me. Hold your head up and don’t worry about a thing.”
And holy crap, was she smokin’. To match his usual black leathers, she wore a very short leather skirt and midriff-baring leather bra studded with silver rivets. Her high-heeled boots reached the tops of her pretty knees. Combine the picture with her short, platinum blond hair teased and spiked into a fun, funky style, and she was every master’s wet dream. The woman was so striking, her presence so commanding, she could easily pass for a Domme.
She nodded. “Okay. I’m really ready now.”
“That’s my girl. I’ve got you.”
Taking her hand, he led her into the dim interior, where they were immediately engulfed by sexy, gyrating bodies and rock music with a throbbing bass and heavy beat. The atmosphere was loose, dangerous, and rife with lust.
He loved every bit of it.
In a dark corner, where most of the room was visible, but was private enough, he gestured to his favorite table, which he’d reserved for tonight. “After you, baby.” She shot him a questioning glance. “We’re a team. You sit with me, at my side, not at my feet like a dog. No fear or humiliation, remember?”
His reward was a bright smile as she took her seat, and it made his heart stutter. He’d do about anything to keep it there.
“What would you like to drink?”
“You’re not going to order for me?” She seemed surprised.
“Some masters get into controlling every aspect of their subs’ lives, right down to what they eat and drink, what they wear, and where they’re allowed to go. But that’s not me. If I ask you what you’d like, simply tell me.”
“Okay, um… may I have a glass of cabernet?”
“You bet.” He signaled a female server, who hurried over. “A glass of cabernet for my lady, Jack and cola for me.”
“I’ll have those right out, sir.”
After the girl
disappeared, he studied Emma, who watched the crowd, wary. He tried to see the place through her eyes — the eyes of a baby sub he’d been so many years ago. Yeah, the scene was usually intimidating to the new ones, as it should be. For all his assurances to her that most of the players were responsible and safe, jerks and users were present in all aspects of life. An untrained sub not well versed in the dangers of hooking up with the wrong master could find himself or herself in a shitload of trouble.
“It’s different looking at this place through the lens of a new sub rather than an outsider, isn’t it?”
Her fingers clutched his thigh under the table. “Very much. I feel like a bug under a microscope. Conspicuous.”
“You will at first, but I promise I’ll help you get past it. Tonight we’re going to further your training — no unreasonable expectations.”
“We’re not doing a scene?” She sounded disappointed, and frowned.
“We are, but I have something a little different planned. You’ll see.”
Before she could ask more questions, the server returned with their drinks. They’d barely taken a sip when Ryan stopped at their table, Caitlin in tow. He glanced at Emma to see that she’d stiffened. Her stony expression was centered on Caitlin.
Can anyone say “awkward”?
“Hey, buddy.” Closing his fist, the other man held up his hand, and they bumped knuckles in greeting. “Haven’t seen you around much lately. And where have you been hiding this spectacular — wait. She looks familiar. Have you brought her here before?”
“She is sitting right here, and the answer is no. He’s never technically brought me.”
Blaze shot her a warning glance, and she returned a mutinous one, proving he was right. His headstrong sub was already making waves. Smiling at a scowling Ryan, he worked to defuse the situation. “Please pardon my new sub. This is Emma, and she’s in training. You met her several months ago, when she burst in on our scene and gave me hell.”
