by Zara Chase
She giggled. “I guess it would.”
“Course, if you like the idea of suspension bondage, there’s always partial suspension. The safest way for you to try that is for me to have you balancing on one foot with your weight supported through a chest harness. The other leg gets pulled up backward. Either that or you could lie on your upper back with your legs tied upwards to a suspension point that will pull your lower back off the ground.” He idly ran a finger across her breasts. “Does that idea excite you?” he asked, his voice full of earthy vibrancy.
“Yes, Master, very much.”
“Can’t be done in here. If you want to try it, it will have to be in the dungeon where we have all the right equipment.”
Tanya swallowed down her disappointment. Never had she wanted to experiment more urgently, but a public display…dare she? “I see.”
“Think about it. No pressure.” He sat up and pulled her with him. “I almost forgot. We have a sweet treat to enjoy.”
She widened her eyes. “Another one?”
“Greedy!”
He left the bed again and returned very quickly with a Styrofoam box and a spoon. “Oh, Maria’s cheesecake.”
Tanya had forgotten all about it. She hadn’t even noticed him bring it in with them from the car. Well, her mind had been on other things.
“Now this,” he said in a deeply reverent tone, “really is one of life’s greatest stimulants.” He dipped the spoon into thick cream topped with forest fruits, inhaled deeply, and then waved it beneath her nose. “Ready?”
“My mouth’s watering. I have the sweetest tooth this side of the Pyrenees.”
“Then you’re in for a very special treat.”
He brought the spoon to her mouth and she parted her lips, salivating because he’d built up the humble cheesecake to be something extraordinary. Salivating because the naked Greek god on the bed beside her, offering to spoon-feed her, tempted parts of her that the dessert couldn’t reach. Her taste buds exploded as the thick, sweet cream hit the back of her throat and she reverently crunched on the rich, buttery biscuit base.
“Oh god!” She closed her eyes and faked a swoon. “That is divine.”
“Told you so.” Ward helped himself to a spoonful.
“It’s orgasmic,” she said, accepting a second spoonful. “Better than any sex I’ve ever known.”
“Hey, is that supposed to be a challenge?”
She offered him a wicked smile. “Have I hurt your masculine pride, Sir?”
They finished the dessert in a few more spoonfuls. Ward put the container on the side table and then leaned toward her, gently wiping cream from her lips.
“There’s only one kind of cream gonna grace those lovely lips during the next hour.”
She pretended not to understand him. “There’s more cake?”
“There’s certainly more protein.” His grin was pure predatory male. “Gotta keep your strength up in this cold weather.”
She sighed, like it would be a huge effort. “I guess so,” she said.
He rolled a strand of her hair around his forefinger until his hand reached her neck. “Okay, gorgeous. It’s time for me to fuck that cute ass of yours.”
Tanya’s pulse quickened. He spoke about these things so casually, but for her it was a big deal. A very big deal. Apart from anything else, how the hell would he get that huge cock of his into her backside? It would never fit.
“Yes, Master.”
She lowered her eyes and tried to avoid looking at the juices literally squirting from her cunt and trickling down her thighs as excitement gripped her. Ward pointed to the thick fur rug covering the space between the bed and the bathroom.
“Get down on that, on your hands and knees. This waterbed’s too fluid for what I have in mind. I need you to feel stable.”
Stable? Was he kidding her? Tanya was so steamed up she could probably have flown, just like the girl his buddy had suspended down in the dungeon a while back.
When she was in position, she sensed Ward moving around the room, deliberately making her wait, ratcheting up her nerves and expectations with his meanderings, the rat! Didn’t he recognize a girl in severe need of fucking when he saw one? She was on the point of begging when his gorgeous body finally loomed into view. She felt his large hands brushing her hair aside and then something was fastened around her neck.
“A collar and leash,” he told her. “Things might get a little wild, but just trust me and don’t fight against anything I do.”
“No, Master, I definitely won’t fight you.”
“Remember the safety word if it gets too much.”
“You’re scaring me, Sir.”
“No, darlin’, I’m exciting the heck out of you.” He tapped her butt and chuckled. “You are so busted. Your honey’s trickling down the insides of your thighs, so the fear thing don’t work.”
As though to prove his point, he lay sideways beneath her and lapped up her flowing juices, the feeling of his tongue tickling her sensitized flesh devastatingly erotic. When she trembled and tried to push her clit closer to his marauding tongue, he tugged hard on the leash, temporarily cutting off her air supply.
“Naughty!” he said, straightening up again. “Slaves who don’t do as they’re told don’t get to be fucked.”
“Aw, that’s so not fair!”
She hadn’t meant for her protest to be audible. Fortunately her desperation appeared to amuse rather than annoy her Master. She sensed him kneeling behind her and then his hand came down heavily on her ass.
“I’d love to whip you senseless,” he said in a taut voice, “but I don’t want to take you too far, too fast. My aim is to see your pretty ass striped pink from a flogger before you go home. I want you to be uncomfortable in your airplane seat the entire way, which will make sure you’re thinking about me.”
I don’t need a sore backside to think about you. “Yes, Master, I’d like you to do that to me, if it’s not too much trouble.”
He made a strangled sound—a cross between a cough and a choke. “It will be one hell of a chore, but someone has to keep you in line.”
“Thank you, Sir,” she replied breathlessly. “I appreciate it.”
Without warning, his fingers invaded her ass and removed the plug. It slipped out with a soft plopping sound, and Tanya already missed its warmth. Almost immediately she felt his fingers, slick with lube, playing with her anus. Purring sounds slipped past his lips as he delved and probed, his throbbing cock rubbing suggestively against her cheeks.
“You’re loving this, aren’t you, sugar?”
“It gives me pleasure to please you, Sir.”
“Hmm, you sure as hell do that. Hold steady, darlin’, and let me in.”
Tanya tried hard not to tense up when the tip of his cock slid past her tightly coiled ring of muscle. The momentary burn passed in a flash, wiped out by her excitement and the overwhelming desire she felt not to disappoint him. He made an inaudible sound and slid a little deeper.
“That’s it, sweet thing, let me possess you. I’ve got an itch that only you can scratch.”
“My nipples, Sir. They’re hurting real bad.”
“Are they now?” He reached forward and pinched one hard enough to make her eyes water. The pain transmuted to pleasure in a nanosecond, and she felt no discomfort when his cock slipped a little deeper. “Does that help?”
“Not sure, Master. Can I trouble you to do it again, please?”
He didn’t. Instead he pushed his cock a little deeper.
“Got to be careful here,” he said. “Don’t want to damage you.”
He worked his way methodically in and out of her backside, his heavy balls slapping against her buttocks with each sortie. One of his hands reached beneath her and played with her swollen clit. His breathing quickened when his other hand tugged on the leash. Hard.
“The loss of oxygen to the brain heightens awareness and pleasure,” he whispered. “You feel it?”
“Yes, Sir.
” Tanya blinked repeatedly, the sensation so intense it was almost unbearable. The human body wasn’t designed to absorb so much pleasure, surely? “I feel like I’m floating, or drugged, not sure which. I’ve never taken drugs but I had a general anesthetic once and this is what it felt like.”
“Good description. The rush you get when you orgasm while being choked is no less powerful than cocaine and just as addictive. You okay?”
“Wonderful. Don’t hold back, Sir. Please, I…oh god, what’s happening to me?”
Ward merely grunted, working her ass a little less carefully as he tugged harder on the leash. Her orgasm came out of nowhere, as powerful and intense as it was unexpected.
“Shit, I can’t hold it.”
She so didn’t want to disappoint him, but there was simply nothing she could do against such an overwhelming eruption. It started in her belly, pure pulsating passion that ripped through her, swamping her senses, fracturing her breathing, and making a heavy dent in her soul. She rode the crest as Ward tugged harder on the leash, making her gasp but also keeping the sizzling excitement streaming through her long after she would have expected it to stop.
“That’s it, honey.” A low, animalistic hiss filled the air, but whether issued by him or her, Tanya couldn’t have said. “Feel my cock filling your backside. I am so fucking hard whenever I’m anywhere near you. You have no idea what you do to me.”
The aftershock was still pulsating through her limbs when Ward stiffened, grunted, and pounded into her. She felt hot sperm shooting into her backside as his fingers again played with her clit and he tugged even harder on the leash. To her astonishment, she climaxed again right along with him and would have laughed aloud with the pleasure of life, except she didn’t have enough air to spare for anything other than milking this second orgasm for all she was worth.
* * * *
When he had enough strength to stand up, Ward went in search of the washcloth again. He cleaned them both up but didn’t remove Tanya’s collar and leash.
“Up you get, babe,” he said, tugging lightly on the leash.
He led her the short distance to the bed and lay on it with her, holding her close.
“Tell me how that was for you.” He chuckled. “Not that your reaction left me in much doubt.”
“I had absolutely no idea.” She ran her fingers across his chest. “This collar thing was totally amazing.”
“You’ll always wear it in this room.” He brushed the hair away from her forehead. “Does your throat hurt?”
“A little, but it’s a pleasant pain.” She grinned. “It will make me think of what we just did each time I look in the mirror.”
“There might be a little bruising. Make sure you wear high collars the rest of the week. I don’t want anyone else knowing what we get up to. Well, no one outside the private part of this building.”
“Yes, that would definitely be for the best.”
“Just so that you know, tomorrow night I’m gonna have you in the dungeon, wearing something pretty and very revealing. You’ll be on your hands and knees and I’ll be leading you on this leash.”
“Don’t pressure me, Ward. I really want to do it, but I need time to get my head around the idea. It’s a big deal for me.”
“You know I won’t make you do anything you’re uncomfortable with.” He brushed the hair away from her brow and placed a chaste kiss on it. “I’m just telling you what I’d like to do if you’re willing.”
“Now that I think about it, some of those ladies in there tonight, most of them in fact, didn’t have perfect bodies. Even so, they seemed comfortable in their own skin and looked pretty damned good to me.”
“Now you’re getting it.”
Ward leaned in to kiss her again, deeply and passionately this time. Problem was, kissing her made him hard again and he really couldn’t ask it of her—not again, not so soon after she’d tried anal sex for the first time.
“Don’t suppose I can persuade you to stay the night.”
“I’d like to, you know that, but—”
“It’s okay, honey. I know you feel a responsibility toward Melanie.” He sat up and reached for his clothes. “I hope she realizes how lucky she is to have such a loyal friend. If the circumstances were reversed, I’m betting she wouldn’t think twice about abandoning you.”
“Probably not.” She shrugged. “I can’t help it if I have standards.”
Tanya got up as well and reached for the clothes she’d arrived in, the baggy ones that concealed her lovely body. Ward tutted. She shot him a glance and, without saying a word, put her new clothes on over the underwear she’d arrived in.
“Come on, sweetness,” he said, looking at her and nodding his approval. “Let’s get you home.”
Chapter Thirteen
“Here we go.”
Tanya had taken her time walking up the stairs to the room she shared with Melanie. Her friend was still probably in a mood, and having to face her would definitely spoil Tanya’s feelings of total euphoria. She let herself in quietly, hoping Melanie wouldn’t be back yet.
She was. Still fully dressed, she sat on the edge of her bed, flicking through a magazine.
“Hi,” she said brightly. “I only just got in myself so I waited up for you. Did you have a good time?”
Tanya was momentarily speechless. She’d expected sulking and accusations of selfishness. That had been Melanie’s reaction on the rare occasions in the past when Tanya hadn’t gone along with something she wanted to do. Perhaps she’d hooked up with one of the Yanks—Tanya was still having trouble keeping track of them all, but knew there were six of them and they all appeared to be impossibly good looking. If they were even half as proficient in the sack as Ward was, that would have put the smile back on Melanie’s face in double-quick time.
“Yes, thanks. We went to a fabulous restaurant and had a lovely meal. I had a great time.”
Melanie regarded Tanya critically and then laughed. “And good sex afterward by the looks of it.”
“Definitely. Some of the things that Ward…” She giggled. “Never mind.” Tanya shrugged out of her coat and threw her purse on her bed, surprised when Melanie didn’t push for the details she’d almost blurted out. “What about you?”
“Oh, I just hung out with Carl. It was cool.”
“I’m sure it was fun. He’s a nice guy.”
Nice? He was actually quite a stud, unless compared to Ward, of course. Tanya now had very high standards and her description of their classmate had made him sound like a maiden aunt. Melanie either didn’t notice or chose not to take exception.
Tanya switched off the overhead light and put on a small bedside lamp instead. She didn’t want Melanie to see the physical evidence of Ward’s creative lovemaking and ask awkward questions. As quickly as she could, she shed her clothes, trying not to giggle when she thought how proficient she’d become in that regard, and pulled her sleep T-shirt over her head.
“I’ll just brush my teeth, then the bathroom’s all yours.”
“No problem,” Melanie replied. “Take your time.”
Why is she being so nice? Instead of feeling relieved that Melanie didn’t want to fight, Tanya was suspicious about her mood swing. Still, what could she do? If this was some sort of ruse to soften Tanya up before Melanie went into lecture mode, then Tanya would take up Ward’s invitation and move into his room for the remainder of her stay. The few days she had left here suddenly seemed very short. Every second was precious and she wasn’t prepared to spoil her time by fighting with Melanie.
Tanya peered in the mirror and gasped when she saw the dark marks around her neck where the collar had been. God, what an experience! She brushed her teeth vigorously, aware that Ward was serious about them playing together in the dungeon. The thought of being led in there on her hands and knees at the end of a leash and probably having her ass whipped into the bargain generated a lusty sigh. She was so tempted, but something at the back of her mind screamed at her not to do
it.
Conscious of Melanie waiting for the bathroom, Tanya gave her hair a quick brush and went back to the bedroom.
“All yours,” she said breezily, her back to Melanie.
By the time Melanie reemerged, Tanya felt justified in feigning sleep.
Tanya steeled herself for one of Melanie’s I’m concerned about you getting hurt lectures come morning, but breakfast came and went without any break in her friend’s sunny mood. She chatted through the meal which Tanya ate and Melanie picked at. Last night’s snowstorm had blown through, and once again they had crystal-clear blue skies. The snow ploughs had been hard at work, and the roads and sidewalks were clear. Melanie seemed to find the whole process fascinating and talked about their efficiency at keeping the country moving at considerable length. When she ran out of things to say about the weather, she turned to skiing, speculating on whether they’d get to ski off piste in the fresh powder, and all sorts of other inconsequential stuff that required only the occasional response from Tanya.
It was surreal that Melanie never once mentioned Ward. It really was the strangest thing—almost as though their roles had been reversed. Tanya was so grateful not to have a further confrontation with her friend that she didn’t risk bringing up Ward’s name either.
Ward greeted them all at the ski school, looking as drop-dead gorgeous as always. Not many men could wear skiing gear, complete with fleecy hat, and still look sexy. Ward managed it with ease, his blond hair curling beneath the hem of his hat, reminding her of the way she’d run her fingers through his thick locks the night before. Once again she felt like pinching herself to make sure this wasn’t all one big fantasy.
He winked at her, not seeming to care if the rest of the class noticed. Since they must all know by now about their relationship, it didn’t matter to Tanya if they did. In fact, being singled out by such a hunk filled her with a warmth that easily eclipsed the bright sunshine. She couldn’t wait for a moment alone with him so she could tell him she’d reached a decision about the dungeon. Perhaps they’d revisit the store cupboard so he could satisfy himself that she’d gone without panties again. A girl could hope.
