He gave her a look that suggested he probably wouldn’t, and she was nuts for thinking otherwise. “What’s with the candles?”
“Mmm. You’ve never done wax play? We’ll have to try that with you some time. I’m a fan. Actually, I think most of Adrian’s set are.”
“Sounds good. What’s that?”
Chance picked up the smooth metal handle and spun the head. “The classic Wartenberg pinwheel.” Gently, she ran the spiked head up and over his chest. “This, the candles, a few other things here, they’re for what we call sensation play. Specifically, stimulating the senses.”
Landry sighed as she continued with the pinwheel. “Hmm. That’s nice.”
“Until it’s not.” She pushed harder, and he winced. “Different pressures give different sensation. Like the floggers. We’ll keep this one in mind too.”
“And the torture kit over there? I’m almost afraid to ask…”
She set the pinwheel down. “That’s a violet wand. Electrostim. It can be fun, but it definitely takes a careful hand.”
He winced. “I bet. Think I might pass on that. Reminds me a little too much of things I’d rather forget.”
Chance nodded slowly. “You were in Iraq?”
“And Afghanistan.”
“I can understand wanting to steer clear of some of this, in that case.” She glanced up at the clock, surprised at how much time had passed. “Do you have any kind of curfew?”
“No, Ma’am. I’m off duty tonight.”
“Good.” She turned, gesturing to the far wall and a large wooden X that stood there. “Do you know what that is?”
He shook his head. “No, Mistress.”
Chance directed him toward it. “It’s called a St. Andrew’s Cross, or a saltire, and it’s a fairly common BDSM restraint system. Strap you down so you’re spread-eagle. How strong are you, Sergeant?”
He glanced from the cross to her. “Fairly strong, I’d say.”
Chance snickered. She’d bet her ass he was more than just fairly strong. He was lean and fit, like most of the Marines she’d met, but solid muscle. “And coordinated?”
“Decently.”
“Can you do handstand pushups?” She nodded at the saltire, watching as he processed the suggestion. He nodded once, glancing at her before walking over to the cross, planting his hands firmly on the floor, and in one smooth motion flipped himself upside down. Chance smiled in approval. “Hold that position, Sergeant.”
She watched for another moment as he adjusted his hand spacing for optimal balance. His toned body was something to admire, especially in this position where every muscle flexed, from the feet he’d pointed for balance, to the wide spread hands that held him up. He leaned back slightly, letting the saltire help steady him, but it was obvious he was no stranger to this exercise—though she suspected he was used to doing it with clothes on.
Chance gave him one more look over and turned away, picking a few items from her spread of toys. It wasn’t often she had such a prime physical specimen, and she planned to take full advantage of his strength. “We’re going to have some fun tonight, soldier. See how much you like taking commands.” She crouched down, quickly licking the rubber nipple caps and pushing them in place before standing again. “You’re going to do exactly what I say, and no more. Understood, Sergeant? Say ‘Yes, Mistress’.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Excellent. Give me one handstand pushup, Landry.”
His arms strained as he moved, tipping his head forward so he could dip lower, then push straight again.
“Very good. Being good gets you rewarded. Disobedience will get you punished. You will not speak unless given permission, and then you will speak only what I tell you. The only exception is your safe words. I want you to use them when you absolutely cannot stay upright anymore. Understood? You may answer.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Chance smiled, reaching for a long handled feather tickler. “Good boy.” His face maintained an air of calm as she reached out with the tickler, slowly running it from his toes down one leg, then the other. His dick, which had been in a semihard state since she’d walked in the door, began to harden as she teased up and down his legs. “Another pushup.”
His body lowered then straightened again in one smooth motion. Chance watched in admiration, wondering how much it would take to shatter the uncanny calm he possessed. She moved the tickler over his body, caressing every muscle in his arms and stomach, even running it behind to the concave dip at the small of his back before setting it down again. “Again.”
This time as he dipped, Chance swapped out toys, replacing the feather with one of her favorite floggers. The thin rubber strands were extremely versatile depending on use, and she’d found they could be quite enjoyable. She rolled her wrist a few times, loosening herself. “Again.” As Landry obeyed, Chance set an even circular rhythm with the flogger. And as he came back up, she moved close enough for the points to brush against the skin of his leg.
She kept up the rhythm, moving the flogger up and down his legs until the faintest color began to show. Glancing down quickly, she found Landry’s eyes on her, need burning away the corners of his calm.
With a wicked grin, she broke her rhythm and slashed a harder strike downward across his chest. Landry gasped at the sudden sting.
“I didn’t say you could look at me, soldier. Eyes forward. Three pushups, now.” With each pushup, Chance struck the flogger diagonally across his chest, alternating sides, and barely missing his now rock hard dick as it bobbed with him. “Mmm, someone is enjoying himself. I want five more pushups, as slow as you can go. Make me feel the strain, Sergeant.”
Landry complied without a word, slowly bending into his first dip. His arms were beginning to shake from the effort.
“Oh, and count them out as you finish.”
He pushed back upward slowly, counting “one” as he reached the apex.
With a grin, Chance lifted the flogger again, returning to her steady circular motion. This time, though, she angled the toy down so the rubber tendrils struck across his abs. And as he lowered himself a second time, he let out a surprised grunt as the head of his cock passed into the flogger’s path. His whole body shuddered as he forced himself to keep going.
“Two.”
Chance gave a wicked laugh, keeping up the steady flak flak flak of the flogger against his skin. She angled it farther down his chest for three, brought it back up quickly and unexpectedly for four, enjoying the barely contained trembling of his body as he fought for control. He paused at the peak of the fourth, breathing in slow shaking breaths as she lightly flogged his chest again. He wore a look of tense determination as he began the downward motion for his final pushup.
Chance dropped the hand with the flogger and stepped back, admiring the effort the final pushup cost him.
“Five.”
She set her flogger down. “Very good, Landry. How are you holding up? Can you handle that position for a little longer, if I provide some help?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Not even a hesitation. Chance smiled and stepped up beside him again. “Good. I want you to spread your legs for me. Carefully.”
Landry grunted with the effort, his jaw clenched tight, but Chance helped steady him until she had his leg positioned along the arm of the saltire. Quickly, she buckled the leather cuff around his ankle and moved to the other side, doing the same there. “You’ll still have to hold yourself up. But you won’t have to worry about balance anymore. Now…” Her hands slowly caressed down his legs. “Relax.”
She turned back to the toys she’d collected with a grin, retrieving the flogger again and grabbing the pinwheel as well. Chance flicked the flogger a few times before allowing the tails to fall in one lump between his legs. She put no weight behind it, preferring to let the mass of the rubber tails simp
ly provide minor pressure against his genitals. Landry grunted at the contact, which turned into a small moan as she slowly dragged the tails across his balls and down his cock. She flicked his side lightly before reversing the flogger and laying it between his legs, handle to the wall, so that the tails rested over his dick, every slight move making them tickle.
Landry swallowed a groan, but not before she heard it. It made her grin more fiercely as she brandished the pinwheel, resting the spur against the inside of his ankle. Slowly, so slowly, she traced a path over the inside of his right leg, over his calf, the sensitive skin at the inside back of his knee, down the soft tender parts of his thigh. From there she traced the line of his hip, along the delicious V muscle, watching him tremble. Every shake made the flogger’s tails brush against his straining dick and the skin of his stomach. Chance placed her free hand against his abs, using him for support as she bent down, the pinwheel continuing its slow traverse down his side, along his ribs. She brought it in once she got to his chest, trailing gently around his capped nipple.
Chance flicked the rubber cap with her free hand while driving the pinwheel back out along the underside of his bicep. Landry shook visibly at the contact, sending the flogger tails swaying as the pinwheel’s course took it down the exposed underside of his arm, then slowly back up. He was obviously struggling by the time Chance drew the pinwheel over his collarbone, but he said nothing, even as she mimicked the trail on his left side—down and back up his arm, around his nipple, back up his side and along his hip, until she’d reached the inside of his other ankle.
With a sigh, Chance set the pinwheel aside, then removed the flogger, dropping it to the floor. It landed with a dull thud.
“You’ve been such a good student tonight, Landry.” Her hands traveled down his legs and torso, feeling his muscles flex as he shifted slightly. His skin was hot from where the flogger had struck, and damp with sweat from the effort of holding himself upside down for so long. She crouched down to play with the caps on his nipples, flicking them lightly until he couldn’t contain the groans. Chance pushed up against him as she stood, letting the buckles on the front of her corset drag along his front until she was level with his dick. “I think we might need to take care of this, however. You’re clearly in no shape to go home.”
He didn’t even try to contain his moan as she licked the underside of his cock.
“Mmm.” She pressed a kiss to his base, then stood. “I don’t know, Sergeant. I’m afraid you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself up if I sucked you off like this. But I have a feeling you’ll be fairly useless once I release you. You’ve been holding yourself up for so long.”
Landry bit down on another moan, and Chance laughed, reaching for one leather restraint. “Let’s get you down, then we’ll see about getting you off.”
She undid both cuffs, then helped him tip forward until he was kneeling, arms hanging limply at his side. Kneeling behind him, Chance wrapped her arms around his torso, sliding her palms against his chest. She rested her chin on his shoulder and whispered, “Relax.”
A quick sharp tug, and the first nipple cap came off with a pop. She felt him tense against her, then relax. “Good boy.” The second came off as quickly. Her fingers soothed the skin around his swollen buds, occasionally brushing against them and making him sigh. “Move into display position.”
He shifted against her, spreading his thighs wide and letting his hands rest atop them. Chance smiled, nipping at his neck.
“Now stay there.”
She stood quickly, retrieving a bottle of lube from a nearby drawer, and returned to kneeling behind him. She squirted a generous amount on her hands, enjoying the tingle as it warmed up. Leaning into him again, she wrapped a hand around his thick cock and slowly began to stroke. Her other hand played with his still-sensitive nipples, and the combination made him moan.
Chance laughed softly, feeling his body tense and relax as she worked him over slowly. He wouldn’t last long, she was sure.
God, I wish he wasn’t just my trainee.
Her pussy ached after everything she’d done to him. She wanted to shove him back on the floor and ride him hard. But they hadn’t really talked about that aspect of things, and she still needed to read over the questionnaire he’d filled out…
Fuck it.
Chance bit at his shoulder again and moved both hands to his abs, prompting a groan from Landry at the sudden loss. “I wasn’t going to have this talk tonight, but the things you do to me. We’re consenting adults, and we’ve moved beyond the kind of pay-for-service relationship you had before. I am dying to fuck you, Landry Boudreaux. But if you would rather not—”
“God, no. Please, Mistress. S’il vous plaît, pic kee moi. Fuck me. Use me, please.”
Chance grinned, nipping along his spine. “You beg so well, how can I say no?” She pushed away from him and stood, spreading the fingers of one hand over his scalp. “Turn.”
He swung around on his knees, automatically resuming his display pose while Chance walked to the opposite side of the room, opening the cabinet where she stored most of her toys. She pulled out a set of short chains, and padded leather cuffs, then walked back to where Landry knelt waiting. He looked so delicious on his knees, chest moving as he breathed heavily, nipples still swollen and his dick begging for attention.
With speed born of familiarity, she quickly attached the padded cuffs to his wrists, clipping the chains to their heavy D-rings, then fastening them to the base of the saltire, shortening the chain until his arms stretched behind him.
“Is this uncomfortable?”
Landry shook his head. “No, Mistress.”
“Good.” She came back to his front, running a hand along his jaw as she stood, and pausing to take his mouth in a bruising kiss. As soon as he began to respond, she pulled away, dragging his lower lip in her teeth. His gaze followed her as she finished standing and backed away, and she laughed at the heat in his eyes. “Patience, Sergeant. We’ll get there.”
The words were as much for her as for him. Chance felt need burning through her like a wildfire fueled by gasoline. Every inch of his body had responded to her, and she’d long since soaked her panties. Grinning, she hooked her thumbs in the silk lace and yanked them down, kicking them off in Landry’s direction. He clenched his jaw, and her heart rate sped up.
“See something you like?”
His eyes burned more fiercely, never leaving her as she pulled a chair forward and sat facing him with her legs spread wide. The cool air on her pussy made her realize how wet she was. Still grinning, she slowly slid a hand between her legs, dipping a single finger into the wetness there.
Landry made a strangled noise.
Chance spread her legs wider, using her free hand to part her swollen labia. “Is that better? You should have an excellent view now.” She swirled one finger around her inner lips, painting it solidly before running it up and over her clit. She shivered at the contact, already so aroused and sensitive. She wanted to drag this out, make him watch her, maybe even get off first, but that single touch had her wondering if she had the patience to tease him. She could see him swallowing, his jaw muscles tight as he watched her finger continue to move.
Watching him watch her was enough to bring her close.
She pushed two fingers deep into herself and swallowed a groan. “You see that? That’s going to be your dick in a minute, Sergeant.” She thrust hard, feeling her own desperation and seeing it mirrored in the dark brown eyes that watched her. Chance worked fast, grinding the heel of her hand against her clit as she added a third finger and fucked herself.
Landry licked his lips, and her orgasm crashed into her without warning. She gasped, her body arching in the chair. But as the aftershocks faded, she only felt more need. Chance pushed out of the chair on still-weak legs and strode toward him. Grabbing his jaw, she devoured his mouth with her own while she straddled hi
m, slowly lowering herself until she sat on his thighs. She reached between them and stroked his cock, eliciting a deep, pleading groan from him.
Breaking the kiss, Chance reached into the top of one boot and pulled out a condom. Landry raised an eyebrow and she winked. It never hurt to be prepared, and she was extremely glad of the habit.
Rolling it on quickly, she kissed the base of his throat, licking and nibbling her way up to his ear. “Ready for me?”
He gasped as she rubbed him. “Oui, Maîtresse.”
“God, I love it when you say that.” One hand behind his shoulder for support, Chance lifted herself up and guided his tip to her entrance. She sank down slowly, reveling in the fullness. He was thick, spreading her wide, and he felt so good. She withdrew a little, then let her weight fall, impaling herself on him with a gasp.
Then with a grin that would have worried the Devil himself, Chance wrapped both hands behind Landry’s neck, and rode him for all he was worth.
In the back of her mind, she knew he wouldn’t last long, even if he was trying. And he was definitely trying. She could feel the tension in his body, his muscles tight as he fought to hold on. Chance bit her lip and let go with one hand, so she could rub her clit while she rocked up and down on him, pushing his steel shaft deeper with every thrust.
It wasn’t long before she felt the tension deep inside her build. Her legs burned from the effort, but she pushed herself harder, needing the release, and knowing Landry wouldn’t hold out much longer. She rubbed faster, leaning back slightly, changing the angle so he hit just that right spot…
Chance leaned forward when she felt it there, pulling in tight without breaking her rhythm. “Come for me, Landry.”
Her whispered words sent him over the edge with a sharp grunt, and she followed him with a loud cry, her last few thrusts becoming erratic, until they both knelt limp and breathing hard.
“End scene,” she sighed. Landry groaned and leaned his head forward onto her shoulder, making Chance laugh. “Poor baby. I think I might owe you a massage after that.”
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