The last word alone nearly sent her over the edge. God, how she loved having a man in her control again. “I’m glad to hear it. The lesson will continue.” Juliette went back to the petting and flogging for a few minutes more before beating his ass in earnest. Setting a horizontal figure eight in motion, she flayed his ass cheeks, occasionally whacking her boy with extra force to see his fine body jerk. He couldn’t withhold his grunts of pain any longer and those sounds morphed to more of a yell when she hit him hard enough. A fine red glow covered his skin.
The rhythm of her effort was hypnotic, mellowing her, setting her arousal at a constant high. The muscles of her left arm, so used to the movement, moved without conscious control. She could have worked her boy’s ass all night, but the need for vigilance overrode her pleasure. Stopping the beating, she touched his forehead. A fine sheen of sweat covered his brow and his palms were cold and clammy. Although his eyes were closed, his mouth was open to accommodate his heavy breathing. He hadn’t said as much, yet she knew he had had enough.
Juliette unbuckled Trey from his restraints, careful to avoid touching his cock. It hadn’t lost any of its hardness during the flogging, testament to how much he enjoyed the pain. She wished she had packed a few items after all, like a cock ring to make sure he didn’t come. Oh, well, next time. And as she rubbed his arms to help the blood flow, she knew there would be a next time. He remained passive while she ministered to him and his eyes opened a bit to stare at her. He gave her a small, knowing smile before shutting his eyes again. He was a happy man at that moment, to be sure. Pride swelled her chest. She had done it, she had taken the first step back to the way of life that gave her joy. And orgasms, lots and lots of orgasms. In fact, she wanted one before the night ended. Unfortunately, she had a firm policy not to let a boy touch her the first time out. Boundaries needed be established and denial was good for a sub. He would learn to yield his pleasure, all of it, to her command. She had no rule about touching herself, however.
“This way,” she ordered walking back to the chair, a firm grip on one of his arms. Although he seemed steady enough, she never took chances. It could take a while for a sub to come down from wherever they went when in sub space. She wouldn’t let either of them leave the room until she was sure he could manage on his own. When they arrived at the chair, she gently pushed him toward it. “Sit down and rest.”
He looked up at her with a quizzical expression for a second before remembering to lower his gaze. “I’m fine, Mistress, really.”
She smacked his left ass cheek with the palm of her hand, making him grunt. “I said, sit!” He did as ordered, although he sat gingerly on his reddened backside. His hands he rested in the tops of his thighs, too close to his erection by her reckoning. “Put your hands on the arm rests. Do not touch your cock. Look at me,” she ordered. When his eyes flew up to meet hers, she added, “Watch me and don’t move a muscle.”
She stepped back a bit and slipped off her jacket, letting it slide to the floor. Shifting her flogger to dangle from her right wrist, she lifted her left hand and opened her blouse, one tiny button at a time. Her gaze stayed on Trey’s face, watching him watch her. As she revealed her lacy, black bra, his eyes widened and a small smile played across his lips. She left her shirt tucked into her pants, but slipped her hand under the gaping front to cup her right breast. Her nipple pressed against its confines, hard and needy. She rubbed her finger around it and hummed as a tingling sensation radiated out to engulf her entire breast.
Her sub’s gaze zeroed in on her movement, mouth open enough to show gritted teeth. His fingers clenched at the fabric they rested on, while his cock bobbed with the small thrusts his hips made. His harsh breathing mingled with her own to fill the room.
“Be still,” she admonished, flicking the flogger around her thighs in emphasis. The delicious sting added to her growing arousal. Her sub complied instantly, a very quick study, indeed, although she could see he was practically popping out of his skin. Excellent.
Her own need drove her to move more quickly. She let go of her breast and popped the clasp on her pants, widening her stance to keep them from falling to the ground. She brought her first two fingers up tease her lips before sliding them into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the digits to moisten them, not because she needed to. God knew her pussy was dripping wet already after such an arousing scene. No, this show was for Trey, designed to drive him wild even though she forbade him release. She moaned past her fingers, while thrusting them in and out. Trey’s body quivered as he watched.
Slipping the fingers out of her mouth, Juliette lowered them to the waist of her panties. Past the elastic and into her curls they went. Her slick folds welcomed them with heat, demanding attention for her clit. The first touch of her swollen nub was almost enough to send her over. She had to force herself to go slow, to tease and build the pleasure. Her breath came out in pants; her eyes wanted to close to savor the sparks of pleasure shooting up her core. She made them stay open so that she could see her sub’s face when she climaxed.
It hit her hard and sooner than she wanted. The explosion rocked her body, ripping a cry from her throat. The flogger snapped across her thighs, peaking the pleasure higher, stronger. She moaned and rocked her hips against her hand. Her fingers pressed against her clit, digging into her flesh, driving her up again. The second orgasm, less intense, more diffuse, bathed her body in pleasure. Throughout it all, her gaze remained locked on Trey’s, and his remained locked on hers. His body, heaving with every breath, stayed otherwise still, as she had commanded, under her control.
Chapter Four
Juliette watched her new boy slide his pants slowly over his stiff cock and winced. It had to hurt and she considered briefly easing his pain. She let him be, though. Denial was a good training technique for a guy new to submission. It built emotional strength and would make him eager for their next play date. She was certainly looking forward to it. Trey had given her powerful pleasure and he hadn’t even touched her. It was the way he had taken to the lifestyle, accepting the pain she gave him, following orders. If ever a man had been tailor-made to be a submissive, it was this one. When he finished dressing, he assumed the submissive stance without being told.
As a reward for herself as much as for him, she went to him and lifting his chin with a finger, gave him a chaste kiss. At least, she’d intended to give only a small sign of approval. His strong, warm lips parted and followed her when she withdrew, pulling her back in. She slanted her head to accept his invitation because God, she had missed this simple comfort. It was effortless to slip her tongue inside his mouth and taste his heat. Her sated and sleepy clit woke up, ready to tackle the hard, straining bulge that stood mere inches away. It would take nothing to lean just a bit farther forward and clasp his hot body to her own.
Too soon. She was doing what she always did, jumping in with both feet. She didn’t know this man, couldn’t know what kind of sub he’d make with such a short session under their belts. If she had learned nothing else from Tom it was to take things slow and build up the intimacy before giving too much of herself. Reluctantly, she released his mouth and stepped back. The disappointed look on his face tugged at her heart and made her smile.
“That’s enough for one night,” she said sternly.
“If you say so, Mistress.” He clearly wasn’t convinced, but then he didn’t need to be. It was her job to make the decisions.
“I do,” she replied. Giving the room a once over to make sure it was as clean as when they had come in, she turned and walked out. She smiled and said goodbye to Dru who hovered by the front door, a Cheshire Cat grin on her face. The bouncer held the door open for them, wearing a similar expression. It lifted Juliette’s spirits even more to know others had witnessed her successful comeback into the lifestyle.
The September night was nice and cool. Few people were hanging about this part of Boston on a Sunday. She stopped at the curb and looked at Trey. He joined her, still holding his su
bmissive pose. It spoke well of him that he was able to keep his role even in the “real” world. But play time was over and he wasn’t hers permanently, so she released him from his obligation.
“You don’t have to submit any more tonight,” she informed him, although she hated to stop. When he raised his eyes to hers, she forgot her disappointment. She almost forgot her name. Inside the club, she hadn’t noticed his sexy hazel eyes much because she had been so intent on making him submit. Now they pinned her, made her heart stutter. They told her he wanted her, he needed her. She stepped back to ease the intensity of his gaze.
“Well, it’s late. Did you drive?” That was it, keep it mundane, ignore the fire his look had started deep in her belly.
He blinked a few times before answering. “Yes, I’m parked a few blocks that way,” he said pointing behind him.
“Oh, well, I’m in a lot this way.” She pointed in the opposite direction.
“I’ll walk you to your car.”
“Thanks, but it won’t be necessary.” The night wasn’t quite as cool anymore and if she didn’t distance herself from this man, she might become the first verified case of spontaneous human combustion.
Trey shook his head. “Sorry, but it is. This is no place for a woman to walk alone at night. Shall we?” He gestured her forward, one hand hovering near her back as if to steer her down the sidewalk. It was that possessive yet gentlemanly way men had of helping a woman along. The Domme in her bristled at his manner. The primitive part of her, though, melted at the gesture. Besides he was right, she’d be stupid to refuse the escort.
They walked in silence the couple of blocks to the little, mostly empty lot where she had left her car. Taking keys from her pocket, she unlocked the door and slid inside the driver’s seat. Trey stood by the open door, his arm resting on the frame. “Will I see you again, Mistress?” His voice was low and thick.
She swallowed hard. “Juliette. Out here, Juliette is fine, and yes, you will. Are you free tomorrow night?” So much for slow! The question was out before she could stop it. She held her breath, waiting for a reply.
“Yes, I am,” he answered, then frowned. “Oh, maybe not. My current assignment might go later tomorrow than planned.”
She shoved her disappointment away. Of course the man had a life. Work came before play, and his work was more important than most. “That’s right, you’re with the FBI?”
“Yes, ma’am, Special Agent Trey Boudreaux.” He didn’t offer his hand to shake which was just as well given what they’d done minutes ago. It would be too weird to step back to formality.
“My last name’s Coyne,” she replied and reaching inside the console beside her seat, took out a business card. “Let’s say we meet back here tomorrow night at the same time. If you can’t make it, please call my mobile number and we can reschedule. If you decide you want to, that is.” There it was, her insecurity. She hadn’t had it all her life, only since Tom, the rat-bastard.
Trey raised his eyebrows. “Oh, I want to. If I have been even a little bit unclear about how much I’ve enjoyed myself this evening, Mistress Juliette, please allow me to rectify it right now.” He gestured toward his still hard cock pressing against his pants. Then he looked at her card and frowned. “You’re an accountant?”
Juliette stiffened at the question. “Yes, why, do you have something against bookkeeping?”
Trey chuckled and slipped her card into his pocket. “No, I guess I figured you’d have a more, uh, athletic career.”
“You mean because I like to beat men?” She saw where he was coming from. He shrugged and looked back at her sheepishly. Now, she chuckled. “Like everyone else, I have my quiet, boring side. Anyway, being good with numbers helps me keep track of how many times I strike your ass.” She gave him a sly smile.
He closed his eyes and moaned. “You are killing me.”
“Good.” She pulled her door shut, started the engine and rolled down the window. “Now, Trey, you will be a good sub and keep yourself nice and hard for me until we meet again.”
His eyes widened. “You mean I can’t give myself any relief?”
She deliberately made her voice hard. “I mean that you, your body, including your magnificent cock, belong to me for the next little while. You will not touch yourself or rub yourself or let anyone else do it. You will stay ready for me and only me. Is that understood?”
“Yes, ma’am, and so we’re clear, there is no one else who is touching my body right now. I’m all yours.”
Juliette’s breath hitched at his declaration, but she didn’t let him see how affected she was. “Damn right you are,” she concurred and peeled away before she lost control and pulled the man into her car.
* * * * *
“Eight.” The word burst past Trey’s lips as pain shot through his body. His Mistress wielded a crop this second night of play. It gave a sting more potent than the flogger as it concentrated on a smaller portion of his body. Because she made him count the strokes, there was no chance, either, to relax into the rhythm of the beating. The drifting peace of the previous night eluded him. Instead, his body was inflamed with pain from the bite of the crop and the tiny clothespins digging into his nipples.
“Nine,” he groaned as the crop slapped against his ass once more. He yanked reflexively against his bonds. Once more, they were in the stark room, his wrists manacled above his head. Nude, exposed, and under the control of a woman he hardly knew, he had never felt more alive. It was not unlike the heightened awareness that he had experienced when in battle. This situation, however, made him feel safe and secure, as well. His raging hard-on came not only from the adrenaline rush, but also from the stimulation of the pain. There was no question that he was a submissive and a masochist. His cock had been in various stages of hardness since the previous night. Every pinch, slap, poke and prod from his Mistress made his rod harder, his balls more achy and his slit weep with pre-cum.
“T-ten.” That was it. He had done it. Ten strokes and he would get a reward. He didn’t know yet what it was. He wasn’t worried, though. His Mistress would tell him what she wanted him to know when she wanted him to know it. All he had to do was endure and obey. It was Heaven on Earth.
“Good boy,” his Mistress cooed, her cool fingers wiping across his brow. “Time to get you down. First we’ll remove the clips. Take a deep breath, darling, this will hurt much more than they did going on.”
Sharp agony ripped through his chest when first one clip came off and then the other. Trey yelled and gulped in air. He gritted his teeth against the pain, then he hardly noticed it. The effect was muted by warmth that gripped his cock below the base of the head. His Mistress squeezed and tugged his erection with one hand, while the other kneaded blood back into his nipples. He moaned long and low, his head thrown back, his fingers curled into fists. But there was no relief for him yet. Instead of continuing her cock massage, his Mistress stood up and released his wrists. He grimaced and swayed as she lowered his arms, rubbing the muscles. Her smaller body bolstered his until he was steady on his feet once more.
“Time for your reward,” she whispered, her breath tickling his ear. “Follow me.”
Juliette turned and walked over to the chair. Her body hummed with arousal. Trey had taken a good amount of pain, had been a good little sub and now he would know how much she appreciated his behavior. Turning again, she watched him approach. His steps were steady, a good sign that he was strong and she had been careful enough with him. Without being told, he kept his gaze down, another good sign. He learned quickly and well. He stopped a couple of feet from where she stood. His cock beckoned, and it took all of her resolve not to reach out and clasp it again. Instead she gave herself a few seconds to imagine what it would feel like to straddle this man and slide his hot, hard length into her pussy. It would stretch and fill her and she would welcome it with slick warmth and a tight squeeze.
God, if she thought about fucking Trey long enough, she’d come right there. It was too soon
for such intimacy in any event. That didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy other parts of his body. Toeing off her shoes, she said, “Remove my pants.”
Trey jumped slightly at the command as if she had whacked him hard with her crop. She didn’t need to order him again, however. He closed the gap between them and with slightly shaky hands, undid the clasp of her pants. They both watched them pool around her ankles before he knelt down and lifted first one of her feet and then the other to free her of the material. He stayed kneeling, waiting for the next command, his gaze fixed on her pubic mound. She knew the small triangle of red silk was wet from her juices. She smiled when he licked his lips. She snapped the crop against his cock for the pleasure of seeing of his mouth pop open in a yelp.
“Naughty boy,” she chided. “I can tell you want a taste of me.” She gave a mock sigh. “I suppose I can indulge you, but you’re going to have to work for it. Pull down my panties.” She paused, grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked him back when he raised his hands to comply. “With your teeth.”
He arched his eyebrows, then put his hands behind his back and leaned forward. She kept her hand in his hair to steady them both and stared at the wall behind him as his mouth descended to the top of her thong. His warm breath tickled her skin before his lips kissed it just long enough to give his teeth purchase. The cloth pulled away from her and was tugged down, exposing the swatch of wet curls. The coolness of being exposed only worked to heighten her arousal. Her fingers dug into her boy’s scalp. His gasp uttered through a mouthful of silk made her pussy clench. When he had managed to drag her panties past her knees, she stepped out of them to finish the job. Her need made her impatient.
Releasing Trey, Juliette turned and took off her jacket. Spreading it on the chair’s seat, she turned again and sat down, her legs spread wide in invitation. “Come to me, my pet, on your knees and show me what that handsome mouth of yours can do.”
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