by Zara Chase
“If her Master wasn’t confident that she could take it, he wouldn’t be chastising her. It’s his responsibility to look after her.”
“He has a strange way of showing he cares.”
“Honey, if any of those women down there leave here without a sore backside and a few bruises, they’ll feel they have a legitimate reason to complain.”
Tanya shook her head. “Oh my,” she breathed.
“Watch Simon,” Ward said softly. “He’s kneeling so he can enter her with an angle that allows for super-intensive deep penetration. His cock will really get to the most sensitive parts of her cunt that way. He’ll probably grab her hips for extra stability and then they’ll be good to fuck.”
“Yes, so I see. Wow!”
Ward knew Simon would make it last because he had a captive audience and prided himself on his staying power. When he finally shuddered and shot his load into his partner, Ward could tell that Tanya was beyond excited. Simon and his woman, whose name escaped Ward, stood up and took a bow. Tanya laughed and applauded.
“Come on,” Ward said, urgency in his tone as he slid his arm around her waist and led her away. “It’s our turn to party.”
* * * *
Tanya was glad of Ward’s supporting arm. After what she’d just seen she was so excited that her limbs were trembling and she didn’t think her legs would hold her up unaided.
“Where are we going now?” she asked.
Ward led her up a staircase without responding. They came out on another open-plan lounge with a kitchen off to one side. There were full-length windows that presumably looked out over the pistes. It was too dark for Tanya to be able to tell, nor did she much care about the view at that moment. She had more immediate concerns, like her throbbing nipples and soaking pussy. The stuff she’d seen in that dungeon had been a real turn-on, but the thought of having to absorb so much pain was a concern. Ward seemed confident that she could take it. Tanya had her doubts—about that and about her ability to bend her body into some of the impossible positions she’d just seen.
There were a number of doors leading off the lounge, and Ward headed straight for one of them.
“This is my room,” he said, ushering her through the door.
“Do all six of you Americans live up here?”
“Yep. Leo brought the entire building a few years back. The bar was derelict, and so were these apartments above it. He spent a lot of money knocking it into the shape he wanted. Five of us have rooms on this floor and Leo has the entire penthouse above, as he should, seeing it’s his building.”
“I understand now why you told me you kinda lived here. With the club on the premises, I suppose a lot of other people look upon it as home as well.”
“A second home anyway.”
Tanya glanced around the room. It was especially large, but it was comfortable. More importantly it was dominated by a comfortable-looking bed. A waterbed, she amended, when she sat on the edge of it and the mattress moved. Everything was neat and tidy, not a dirty sock or discarded shirt in sight. That also meant there were no clues for her to interpret regarding Ward’s personality. There was an archway through to his private sitting room. All she could see from her position on the bed was a table with a modern laptop. On the other wall was an open-door to an en suite bathroom. Perhaps that would tell her more about him.
“No one told you to sit down, Tanya.”
Tanya started at his stern tone, glanced up at him, and gasped. His entire expression had changed from easygoing to censorial. Far from scaring her, the change sent her body temperature rocketing up. She was seeing the Dom side of Ward, and so far she was enjoying the view.
“What am I to do, Master?” she asked, emulating the example of the ladies in the dungeon and lowering her eyes.
“Stand up and come over here.”
She walked toward his position beside the open bathroom door. Instead of meeting her there, he changed places with her and sat on the edge of the bed. He threw off his footwear and pulled his T-shirt over his head, giving her a first sight of his magnificent chest. She gasped, unable to keep her reaction internalized. He was just so damned hot she couldn’t believe she was here and that he actually wanted to fuck her—her, plain, fat, boring, workaholic Tanya Novac.
She expected, at any moment, he would tell her he’d made a dreadful mistake and send her packing. That being the case, she needed to make every second count and started by taking full advantage of the view. Tanya moistened her lips and feasted her eyes on the hard lines of his chest, the washboard abs, and the narrow waist with the line of hair that disappeared beneath the waistband of his sculpted-on jeans. She gulped, unable suddenly to get enough air into her lungs. For his part, Ward leaned casually back on his elbows, apparently content to let her ogle him, the arrogant sod! She did so anyway, not caring if she was being predictable. The bulge in his pants appeared to have grown, giving a lie to his supposedly relaxed state. Oh my, was she in for a treat.
“Take all your clothes off,” he said curtly, breaking the spell.
Tanya waited for the usual insecurities to raise their head. She and Brad had never been big on displaying themselves. It was more a case of diving beneath the covers, getting down to business, and then going to sleep without encroaching upon one another’s bed space. That had suited her just fine, but she realized now it hadn’t ever been enough for her. Their sex sessions had left her feeling mildly frustrated, even if he did make sure he satisfied her.
Was that what Ward saw in her—a desire to experiment and push the boundaries—even though she hadn’t been aware of that need herself? The salacious edge she felt at being ordered to do as she was told, the expectant glint she detected in Ward’s eye, convinced her to go with the flow.
She followed his example and got rid of her boots and socks. Then she unfastened her jeans and stepped out of them. Her thighs were bigger than she would like them to be, as was her ass, but at least her belly was flat and her waist fairly small. She glanced up at him, expecting to see disappointment in his expression.
“Don’t look at me unless I give you permission.”
She immediately dropped her gaze. “Sorry, Master.”
He waved a hand. “Carry on. Don’t keep me waiting.”
With reckless abandon, she pulled her tunic over her head and threw it on the floor. Her bra was old and functional rather than a flimsy, lacy affair, but at least it gave her decent support. She heard him suck in a breath as he looked at her, probably disgusted by her choice of underwear, but since she was forbidden to look at him she had no way of actually gauging his reaction.
She absolutely had to know what he thought of her, and he must have been aware of that, but the bastard didn’t say a word. Probably wouldn’t until she was completely naked. She thought of the less-than-perfect bodies she’d seen in the dungeon. Hers wasn’t so bad by comparison, and it was that thought that gave her the courage to unsnap her bra, throw it aside, and step out of her panties.
She then crossed her hands in front of her pussy, lowered her eyes, and waited for the verdict.
Chapter Six
“Your obedience pleases me, Tanya.”
His rigid cock throbbed like a bitch as Ward feasted his eyes on an exquisite body that was designed for mortal sin—a body that way exceeded his expectations. Her ass was indeed large, but the thought of seeing it striped pink after he’d given it a good flogging sent spikes of lust straight to his groin. Her thighs were on the heavy side but that flaw was more than compensated for by her shapely calves, slim ankles, and endlessly long legs. As for her tits—Ward couldn’t wait to get to work with the clamps, the ones connected by the weighted chain that would put maximum pressure on those delectably large nipples and teach her a few things she probably didn’t already know about the pleasures of titty play.
“Lift your breasts up and show them to me,” he said curtly.
He could see that the request had confused her. She was nervous, waiting for him to pa
y her compliments and put her at her ease, but that wasn’t the way Ward worked. He needed to establish his role as the Dom, get her used to obeying him without question or embarrassment. She sent him a quizzical glance but then did as he asked, pushing the heavy mounds of flesh together until the nipples almost touched.
“Why don’t you like your tits?” he asked.
“They’re too big and have been a constant source of embarrassment to me since I was twelve.”
Now was the time for a reassuring smile, and he duly dealt her one. “Honey, half the women in the world, including your friend Melanie, spend a fortune having theirs made bigger.”
“How did you know about Melanie?” She glanced up at him, appeared to remember she wasn’t supposed to do that, and dropped her eyes again.
Ward chuckled. “A man can always tell.”
“Oh, can he?”
“Pull that bathroom door closed.” She did so and found herself confronted with a full-length mirror. “Look at yourself, babe, and tell me what you see.”
“Fat thighs and pendulous tits,” she said without hesitation.
Ward shook his head. Her dislike of her body ran deeper than he’d realized. Tanya wasn’t ready to accept it yet, but her friend bore a lot of the responsibility for that. She chipped away at Tanya’s confidence at every opportunity, couching her bitchy comments as humor or friendly advice, making sure Tanya didn’t wake up to her own sensuality.
“Do you know what I see?”
“The same thing, Master?”
“Hell no. I see a desirable woman with lovely curves in all the right places. You wanna know what your curves do to me?” She nodded, which was Ward’s cue to stand up, unsnap his jeans, and step out of them. He went commando so was now naked, and very erect. He grasped the base of his cock and pointed it toward her. Her eyes widened and she gasped. “You’ve made me like this, sweet thing. You. No one else.”
“You’re just feeling horny.”
Geez, what would it take? “We don’t have many days before you leave, but fortunately I enjoy a challenge.” He fixed her with a determined expression. “Before you go back to England, I’ll have you looking at yourself in a very different way. On that you have my guarantee.”
“The way you’re looking at me, with…well, with hunger in your eyes, does make me feel special. But I still think that’s just because you want to get laid and I happen to be here.”
“I don’t mean to sound arrogant, but if I just wanted a quick fuck, I could have taken my pick out there in the bar. Oh, I do want to fuck you, very badly as it happens, and I will. But it’s important to me that you see yourself as I do. Don’t focus on the negatives.” He ran his gaze lazily down the length of her. “Think of the whole package, which is pretty damned hot from where I’m standing.”
“Oh.”
“And, just so you know, I never bring women back to this room. It’s my space and I don’t like it being invaded by strangers.”
“But I’m a stranger. We only just met.”
“No, honey, you’re special and we will conquer your image problems.” He flashed a confident smile. “You and I will be out in the dungeon, putting on a show, before the week’s out.”
She gasped. “Never! I couldn’t possibly.”
“Yeah, you could, because you’re curious about that stuff and even the thought of it turns you on.”
“Yes, but—”
“We’ll talk about it again but right now we need a safety word. I’ll do my best to rock your world, but I have to tell you, I don’t do gentle. If it gets too much, say the word and I’ll stop immediately. What word works for you?”
She thought for a second or two. “How about crash?”
Ward laughed. “Ah, you work online. Once a geek—”
“It’s the first word that sprang to mind,” she said defensively.
“Okay, crash it is.”
“Am I permitted to ask questions, Master?”
“If there’s anything you don’t understand then you may speak. Apart from that, you only speak when I give you permission. Are we clear?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Get down on your hands and knees, face the corner, and remain there with that cute butt pointing my way until I tell you to move.” When she hesitated, he slapped his thigh with the flat of his hand. “Do it now!”
She scurried into position and the sight of her tits dangling beneath her as she moved across the room was almost enough to make Ward lose control. Hell, but she had a lot to answer for! Ward prided himself on his staying power, and yet before he’d laid so much as one finger on her, she was already testing his limits.
He moved back to the bed and feasted his eyes on her naked rear poking invitingly in the air, intent upon making her wait. Her entire body was quivering. Impatience, desire, nerves? Probably a combination of all three. She was definitely excited. He could see traces of her honey trickling from her cunt, soaking her inner thighs.
“Are you comfortable, darlin’?”
“No, Master.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m not comfortable with you looking at my arse.”
Ward chuckled. He loved the way she said the word arse—the English equivalent of ass—so primly. “The view’s just fine from where I’m sitting. Besides, this first lesson is intended to take you outside your comfort zone and teach you a few things about yourself that you obviously don’t already know.”
“Like what, Sir?”
“Like, for instance, that your backside is one of your best features.”
“No, I’ll never believe that.”
A rumbling growl escaped from his throat. “Are you questioning your Master’s views?”
“No…well yes, Sir, I guess I am.”
“You realize that will get you punished?”
“I…I was just telling the truth.”
Ward moved toward her and crouched behind the rear she so disliked. He spread his hands slowly over the cheeks, causing her to inhale sharply. One finger slid lazily down the crack between them and circled her anus. She tensed up but held her position. Presumably this wasn’t what she’d been expecting. He figured she’d want to be kissed, caressed, and made to feel comfortable first. Fuck that, Ward enjoyed being unpredictable. Besides, he already knew that she trusted him, and that she was finding his way of doing things a real turn-on.
“You like the idea of me sinking my cock into your arse?”
“Yes, but I don’t see how you can. You’re way too big for me.”
He spanked her butt. “Leave the thinking to me and concentrate on doing as you’re told.”
“Sorry, Master.”
“Now, about your punishment. First thing you have to know is that pain enhances sexual pleasure. Some wise guy, can’t remember who, once said that we must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.” He tapped her butt a little harder. “The relationship between pain and pleasure in sexuality is a polarity that lives in each of us.”
“How come?” she asked breathlessly.
“That’s an intelligent question, and I’m not sure I know the answer. Sex and violence stimulate the release of endorphins that are perceived as pleasurable.” Ward tapped her a little harder and then bent his head to nip at the area he’d spanked. “In modern parlance, it’s a rush.”
“Oh.”
“That’s it, honey. Just relax into it. Breathe deeply, exhale slowly, and try to get into the mental zone. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes, I’ll try.”
“Good girl.” Spank. “References to BDSM rituals date back centuries. There’s nothing new under the sun. All that history teaches us is that our ancestors knew how to get their rocks off.” He spanked her a little harder and then rubbed the tip of his cock down the crack in her ass. “The act of true love requires a willingness to experience both pleasure and pain.”
“I like what you’re doing to my ass, Master,” she said breathlessly.
“That’s rea
l good, honey. How does your butt feel?”
“Sore, but you’re right about the breathing. If I slow it down enough the tingling becomes pleasurable.”
“Bet your sweet life it does.” Ward was pleased but not surprised to discover she was getting the hang of this so quickly. “Now stand up.” He offered her his hand and pulled her to her feet. His arms slid around her body, and he crushed her against him. “I can see that you’re going to be a really responsive student.”
* * * *
Tanya was on fire with need. The light spanking she’d just taken had been nothing compared to what the ladies in the dungeon had endured—or should that be enjoyed? Whatever, it had been mind-blowing—a real eye-opener. The stinging of his palm as it made contact with her flesh had felt almost orgasmic. Who would have thought it? Astonishingly she’d wanted to ask him to spank her a little harder, but figured she probably wasn’t supposed to make requests. Every part of her body was trembling with desire as he pulled her into his arms. His rigid cock was pressed against her belly. She could feel it pulsating and wondered how much longer he would make her wait before he buried it inside her.
She risked glancing up at him and the passion she detected clouding his eyes made her gasp. Hair cascaded across his brow and she impulsively reached up to push it aside. He caught her hand as she tried it and shook his head in warning.
“Remember the rules,” he said softly, seconds before his lips descended upon hers.
Tanya returned his kiss with fervor, parting her lips so that his tongue could maneuver with limber skill inside her mouth. Her pulse rate felt as though it had tripled when she pressed her body against his, her fat tits squashed against the solid wall of his chest. Inexorable need swamped all reason as he stirred her passions to the point of madness. Tanya had never known anything like it before and threw herself wholeheartedly into the moment, aware that it might never happen again.
