by M. A. Ellis
Not “lady”. Not “baby”.
Erin. All he had to do was say her real name in just the right tone and she was primed. When had that happened? And why? Because she was alone and horny? Because writing oftentimes made that last part worse? Because he was too damn handsome for words? Even when he was being Dom of the imaginary manor. There hadn’t been any corporeal punishment in her story either, but after this…
She walked slowly toward the table, her low heels echoing across the floor. He should have chosen something a little more come-fuck-me if he intended for her to be in this position. She took her place and looked at the thin layer of padding atop the narrow rectangle. It didn’t look overly comfortable. But maybe that was the point. Placing her palms flat on the leather top, she confirmed her suspicion.
“That’s very good. Now here’s the part where you think of all the dirty little things you’ve done. I need your ass bared, but you get to choose who pulls down your panties. You have six people who need to be rewarded by little deeds or some that are a bit more important. Consider your fantasies and choose wisely. Because at some point, if you’re looking for double penetration, it would suck to be left with only me and one of the ladies. I don’t think anyone brought their strap-on.”
“Oh my god.” Erin closed her eyes and shook her head. DP and strap-ons? “I never said I wanted that.”
“No. But there’s no need for constraint. We’re starting slow. Who gets panty removal?” he demanded.
“Tina,” she replied quickly. There seemed to be safety with that answer. But she clearly heard the woman’s disgruntled hmmmpf as she walked behind Erin and, with little effort or expertise, grabbed the corners of her panties and yanked them down her legs.
“Do I at least get them as a souvenir?” the woman mumbled.
Erin was about to respond when Danny answered for her. “No you do not and your insolence will be addressed later, but for your dutiful service to your lady, you may deliver— Pick a number, Erin.”
“Four.” It was her favorite number, the first thing that popped into her head. She was fairly certain she needed to go with gut instinct at this point in time. Overthinking wouldn’t be a good thing.
“You may deliver the inaugural four whacks.”
“Thank you Sir!”
Erin heard the delight in the woman’s voice, which was quickly replaced with a firm tone that made Erin shiver.
“On your elbows, as the Master ordered.”
“The earl, Tina,” Danny replied. “Not Master.”
“My apology, your earlship. If she doesn’t obey, may I double the swings?”
Erin lowered her upper body, taking a deep breath to still her heart. There was no doubt she had enjoyed the way the woman had touched her, which wasn’t at all what she would have expected. Nor was the sharp crack that sounded just before the cheek of her ass seemed to catch fire.
“Oh my—”
The woman’s palm landed on her other cheek and Erin pushed herself upward off the bench. Danny materialized at her side and leaned down until they were at eye level. His hand covered her lower back, rubbing back and forth, immediately diverting her attention from her stinging bottom to the warmth that seemed to infuse the base of her spine.
“Be happy you only asked Tina for four.” He smiled and arched his brows.
“I didn’t ask for any,” she whispered. Her ass throbbed. She could feel the blood pounding beneath the skin.
He ran his hand up her back and exerted enough pressure to force her body into its original position. “Mine will feel like heaven after this.”
His?
Tina’s hand connected again and Erin closed her eyes. There wasn’t anything remotely erotic about what was happening. It hurt. A lot. She shifted her legs tighter together.
“Open your—” The woman’s sharp voice was interrupted by Danny’s calm tone.
“One more, Tina. Then you may join the others.” He trailed his fingers back toward Erin’s ass and she tightened, waiting for the final slap.
When it came, the air whooshed through her closed lips. He patted her lower back. Lightly. Soothingly. Erin relaxed her muscles. His hand never left her body as he walked around the end of the table and stood directly behind her. A single finger dipped into the cleft between her cheeks and she wantonly shifted her feet farther apart, her discomfort suddenly forgotten.
“Why are you being punished, Erin?”
She couldn’t answer. Couldn’t say a single word. But she pushed her hips away from the table, just enough that he had to know she wanted him to move his finger lower. Wanted him to somehow stop the little trail of cream she could feel running toward her clit.
“Tell me.” His palm delivered a stinging slap to the tiny strip of skin where her thigh met her butt cheek, the sensation forcing her onto her toes for a moment. Instead of radiating pain, desire shot from the tingling blow straight to her cunt and she moved her hands to the edge of the table and gripped it tightly.
“I won’t stop until you say it.”
And he didn’t. He rained random slaps over the planes of her ass until her thighs were shaking. He grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them wide, the slight pressure from his fingers completely forgotten when he blew a stream of cool air over her engorged vulva. It was tortuous and she thrust her hips hard against the table, unable to hit an angle that would relieve the torment.
A second later his palm cupped her sex, his middle finger aligned perfectly with her aching clit. “Is this what you want?”
He tapped her nub repeatedly and Erin whimpered, nodding.
“Tell me why your ass is red.” He stopped. Didn’t move. She waited, body quivering as a burning wetness broke out at the corners of her eyes. She wanted to come. Had really never wanted release as badly as she did at this second.
“Because I was naughty,” she gasped, pressing against his hand. The pressure helped but it wasn’t enough.
“Specifics.” His thumb rubbed the inside curve of one cheek and she shuddered.
“I-I don’t know,” she groaned.
“Because you like people to watch. Like right now.” His finger started the tattoo again and she opened her legs but he placed both his feet outside of hers to halt her progress. With two quick moves he forced her legs together, his hand large and hard between her snug thighs. Everything covered by his hand throbbed. “Say it and I’ll make you come.”
“I want to be watched,” she finally admitted on a whisper. With admission came a hint of understanding but one she had no desire to consider at the moment.
“Everyone is watching, Erin. Everyone.” His fingers danced over her flesh and in a flash of blinding whiteness her orgasm surfaced. It rocked her against his hand and she exploded, unable to stop moving her hips until the tiny aftershocks subsided.
“Oh shit,” she mumbled, relaxing her shoulders until her forehead hit the padded tabletop.
“Say ‘thank you’, Erin.” He chuckled, rotating his wrist and slowly sliding his hand between her thighs before dragging his fingers upward through her cleft once more.
“Thank you, Danny.” Her hot breath bounced off the leather and teased her nose.
“Now it’s time to let me show you how I say ‘you’re welcome’. You’re not the only one living out your fantasies. Flip over.”
He eased her off the table and had her facing him before her legs could hold her up and she gripped his shoulders for support. He picked her up and gently set her bottom down on the table and from her peripheral vision she saw the spectators move a little closer.
“They want to play too, but if you’re not into it, they won’t. You’ll have to say or motion you want them to join.”
“I don’t,” Erin said quickly. Honestly. She realized in a heartbeat that Tina had been enough additional kink. The voyeurism and exhibitionistic allure was just that—fascination, not necessity.
“You’re sure? This is a golden opportunity.”
“I know exactly what kind
of opportunity it is,” Erin said, reaching up and taking his face in her hands. For a minute he looked confused and she smiled. There was a little bit of delight knowing she’d thrown him off kilter, even if it was for just a second. “I don’t mind if they watch but it’s not really why I’m here.”
“No? You don’t think that’s it?”
She slid her hands down his neck and covered his pecs, sweeping across his muscles until she found his hard nipples. She gave them a little pinch and he moved closer.
“I’m here because, for some unearthly reason I can’t consider at the moment, you want me,” she said, moving her fingers to the waistband of his pants. She’d tell him later he had looked more like a pirate than an earl. No doubt that would bring on a whole other game night. She undid the black sash and let it drop to the ground. “I want you, Danny.”
“That sure as hell works for me, although our audience is probably pissed that we just broke from character with all this side talk.”
“I’m sorry. I should have remembered there are always rules,” she replied.
“Don’t worry. You’re allowed to tell me how much you want me. Anytime. Anywhere.”
He hooked his finger in the top of her corset and pulled her upper body close, covering her lips with his in a scorching kiss. He plundered her mouth, stroking and thrusting his tongue in a manner that let her know where he wanted her thoughts centered.
“You’ll wear this again for me,” he said in a husky, authoritative tone as he opened several of the hooks and eyes. “Isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” Erin replied, waiting for him to touch her. The fabric was just loose enough that he was able to slip his fingers between the corset and her flesh and ease her breasts upward until they were fully exposed.
He brushed his thumbs over her nipples and Erin arched her back against the delicious ache his touch created. She tunneled her fingers through his hair and tugged his head downward. He circled the tip of his tongue around the hard point, flicking slowly until she couldn’t stand the torment. She pressed his head tight against her flesh and cried out when his lip-covered teeth clamped down. Juice flooded her pussy and she spread her legs and wrapped her heels around the backs of his thighs. He moved to her other breast and showered it with the same erotic temptation as he worked at the fastenings of his pants.
She heard his muffled “motherfucker” and smiled. A second later he pulled away and spun his back toward the end of the table, resting against the wood as he pulled first one tall boot and then the other off and tossed them aside. His pants all but disappeared from his body and when he turned around, he whipped the billowy shirt over his head.
Tall and hard and obviously pleased with himself, he gave her a devilish smile and bent down to pick up the forgotten sash. He wrapped the length of silk around his hand and Erin sat up just a bit straighter when he reached for his cock.
“This table is designed for all sorts of delights but I doubt we’re going to get to them all.” He stroked himself twice, from base to tip, as he stepped to the side of the table and offered Erin his free hand. “Lie back.”
She took his hand and eased onto her back, anticipation ratcheting her nerves as he let the length of silk unfurl onto her stomach.
“Tied or blindfolded?” He stared down at her intently and waited.
Bound or sightless. Unable to move from whatever wildly delicious thing he did or the inability to see his gorgeous face while he did them? She raised her arms and offered him her wrists, her pussy applauding her decision with tiny little pulses.
She expected a smile but he didn’t offer one. He scooped up the silk and had her bound excessively fast. Her heart picked up its pace at his speed and expertise. He’d done this before, whether here or somewhere else, and she was surprised she didn’t feel a bit of jealousy.
He eased her hands upward until they were stretched above her head. She felt movement, and when he stepped backward she automatically tried to lower her arms, only to find he’d attached the silk to the table itself.
Without another word he moved between her thighs and grabbed her calves, pushing her knees toward her chest. He held her there for what seemed like eternity, staring down at her exposed flesh until Erin shifted her hips. His only response was to tighten his grip and lower his mouth to her drenched pussy.
He went down on her with a slowness that had her toes curling painfully in her shoes. She rotated her ankles, wanting the shoes gone, and a moment later, without lifting his head or dislodging his skillful tongue, Danny pulled each of them from her feet and let them thump to the floor. He teased her clit with broad, crisscrossing strokes until she swore loudly and tugged at her restraints. Despite the wetness from his attention, she could feel her own desire seeping. The thought of him loving the taste of her juices prodded the onslaught of release.
“Danny. Stop. I want to come. With you. Not like this.” She twisted her body away from his mouth but he wrapped his hands around the backs of her thighs and pulled her back to his lips.
“Oh you will, baby. But you’re going now too. Then you’ll be dished another punishment for ‘telling’ me you want to come instead of ‘asking’ permission. You’ve done enough research to know I couldn’t let that slide.”
She had a second to consider his words before the tip of his tongue flicked the top of her clit, exerting just the right amount of pressure every few strokes to ensure that, when he offered one firm, final tap, a small orgasm rolled free.
“Mmmm. This is where I’ve wanted you Erin for all these years.” He stood up and guided her legs over his hips and she managed to keep them there despite the fact she just wanted to let them collapse against the table and let the little ripples of pleasure disperse.
“I’ve dreamed of watching you float back down to Earth so I could turn around and make you come again.”
Her pussy clenched at his words and the little ripples turned into small waves as he ran his cock head up and down her slick folds. Her muscles jumped every time he brushed her clit and she scooted closer to the end of the table, not caring how her sweaty skin stuck to the leather.
“Soon, baby. But not quite yet. I do love the way your juices slick my cock though. I could get you off just like this, couldn’t I?”
Erin twisted her wrists and grabbed the length of silk for support as he slid the ridge of his cock back and forth just below her clit, the stroke of his soft skin driving her wild.
“That was a question. Answer.”
“Yes,” she answered quickly, shifting her hips just a little to bring him into full alignment.
“Then it really doesn’t constitute punishment, does it?”
The heat of his body disappeared and Erin raised her head and watched him take a step backward. She barely curbed the urge to tell him to come back.
“I think it’s time to let a few of the others reap their rewards. Nice and close. Would you enjoy a bevy of hands and mouths caressing every inch of your body? Isn’t that every woman’s dream?”
She’d fantasized about multiple partners. What woman hadn’t? But now, with them only a few steps away…
“Total honesty. No lies here. There’s no reason for them,” Daniel said. He leaned forward and brushed a strand of hair off her forehead and she closed her eyes and turned her face into his warm palm. “The truth, Erin. But think before you answer. This may very well be the only night they’re at your disposal.”
She opened her eyes and looked up at him, an unexpected surge of satisfaction shooting through her at the possessiveness of his gaze.
“Only one mouth,” she said softly, parting her lips in a silent plea. He stared at her intently before bending down and granting her a quick kiss. That one tiny action felt like a benediction and Erin released the breath she’d been holding.
“I’d prefer your legs be bound,” he whispered. “But I really don’t want to take the time to break out the rope and work all the pretty knots.”
Rope. And knots. Flashes of the n
umerous fetish sites she’d visited for research sent a wave of heat down the center of her body.
“Your choice, baby. Pick the two people you want to hold your legs in place. Fully open and waiting.”
“For what?” she whispered.
“That depends on your choices.”
Erin’s mind raced, spinning in circles as she thought of each of the people he’d enlisted for the evening. She’d seen them briefly but one choice was quite easy. The other took a bit more consideration. In the end she was pleased with the confidence of her response.
“Philip. And the stable master, Jenkins.”
He gave an almost imperceptible nod and the sound of heavy feet walking across the floor echoed through the room, their slow, measured walk a direct contrast to the hurried thrumming of her heart.
“If you had picked the cook, you’d have found yourself at the end of a wooden spoon. Tina would have produced a feather duster, which you definitely would have loved.”
Dear god.
The men took their places on each side of the table and Erin tried not to flinch under their close scrutiny. Philip’s gaze roamed every inch of her exposed skin while the other man met Erin’s eyes and offered her a slow smile. Both were attractive. Rugged, actually. Exactly as she had imagined them in her mind before they had come to life in her story.
“Jenkins,” Danny said. He extended his arm in the man’s direction, palm open. Erin watched the man lean to the right and reach downward toward his boot. Her eyes widened when he handed Danny a short black leather riding crop with a wide leather flap at the end.
“This is what you get for picking the keeper of the horses.” He held the instrument a few feet from her face and with barely a flick of his wrist the flap moved rapidly up and down. “Gentlemen.”
Indecision gnawed at her insides. She hadn’t expected a crop. It was imposing in thought and probably would be ten times more so when he plied it. And it didn’t take much of an imagination with her lying on her back to figure out the general area on which Danny was going to focus. A wave of sheer nervousness assailed her and her right foot started its age-old habit of uncontrolled jiggling.
