by Lucia Jordan
“Very good, pet.”
He leaned over her. She tasted his breath and the warmth of his lips as he kissed her gently, his hands framing her face. She focused on the feel of him, the taste of him, and the way he deepened the kiss until it was all she could think about.
His tongue plundered and swept over every inch of her mouth and, when he retreated, she followed and cried out as he sucked her tongue hard and deep. Need flowed from their mated mouths to her throbbing center. His hands swept over her breasts, teasing and pinching her nipples, sending jolts of electrical pulses deep beneath her clit.
She moaned in protest when he rose, then bit her lip when he slipped something over her eyes.
“Feel. I want you to just feel, pet.” He kissed her again.
Being blinded should have tossed her back out of her comfort zone, but now that her body was on fire, she wasn’t willing to halt the play. In fact, she found she very much wanted to experience whatever he had planned. There was a bit of excitement in knowing she couldn’t do anything, had no choice but to lie there and take whatever he planned.
“Color?”
“Green,” she whispered, her voice thick with need.
“Good girl.” He left the bed. She followed him with her ears and her other senses, and sighed when the bed dipped at the foot. His touch was gentle as he stroked her thighs in small circles with his palms, widening them, moving ever closer to her exposed pussy.
Again, he spread her open and she could feel his hot gaze. Moisture leaked out and she groaned, with both need and embarrassment.
“So wet and ready.” He pulled up her cream, slicked her clit, and then pressed the pad of his thumb to the heart of her. He stroked and caressed, nice and slow. She tried to circle her hips but couldn’t move, so she contracted her butt muscles, clenching the walls of her pussy. Thank god, he couldn’t take that from her!
“If you are good, and don’t move, not a muscle, I’ll let you come.”
“Not move? At all?”
A hard pinch to her ass had her yelping.
“Yes Sir,” she said. “No moving.”
He slid two fingers inside her. Thinking he was going to play with her clit, she jerked out of reflex and moaned at the feel of him inside her.
“Naughty sub. You just earned a spanking for moving. Two spanks.” His voice was low and harsh.
“What?”
“What, Sir. Add two more. Each time you forget how to address me will add two more smacks to that lovely ass of yours, pet. What do you say?”
Taryn wanted to protest, but she wanted that coveted orgasm more. Much more. Besides, she could use her safe word, right? “Yes, Sir,” she said, striving for contrite.
“I’m also going to demand silence. You may speak only to scream my name or use your safe word. If you question me from now until the end of this lesson, you’ll earn more punishments. Nod if you understand.”
She nodded. Shit! The man confused her with his being gentle, almost loving, and then in the blink of an eye, he became a hard taskmaster. He became not just her sexy boss, but he became her Dom.
Gio twisted his fingers inside her, sucking in his breath. She was swollen and slick with her cream. Her pussy pulsed and throbbed around his fingers as though alive. His balls gave a painful squeeze. Fuck. He wanted to bury his cock inside her hot tunnel and pound his way to fulfillment.
It shocked him to find he had so little control. He thought of his last playmate. He’d gone the entire night pleasuring her without taking his own release until the very end. He’d never needed that emotional connection, needed to have the kind of joining that he yearned to have with Karyn. He actually wanted to join their bodies and come with her—feel her convulse around his cock while he shot his cum deep into her.
Lessons, he reminded himself. He’d convinced himself that he could keep some distance if he thought of her as a sub in training, and not the woman his brother planned to marry. Karyn—or better, Miss Jones—was his sub. Nothing more, nothing less. He eased his fingers out and felt his breath catch in his throat at the sight of her cream coating his fingers.
He eased them back inside, forcing back his moan as she sucked him in, sucked him in as she’d sucked his cock.
Fuck. Who the hell was he trying to kid? Karyn Jones belonged to him. The connection was there, a connection he’d never sought or needed with anyone else. The cold, Italian Dom was as emotionally involved as they got.
Helpless beneath his assault, Karyn gasped and moaned. He felt her muscles quivering as she struggled not to move. He smiled. Time to turn it up. Of course, he was going to spank that pale ass of hers. He planned to turn it a nice, bright pink. He pumped his fingers, watching her, putting his own thoughts and needs aside.
Taryn let out a low, long wail as her body flooded with need. She was fully exposed and she had to admit, there was something totally arousing about being helpless, being forced to just feel and experience. Without her sight, she relied on hearing and touch. Gio’s breathing was as harsh as hers and that told her he was as desperate as she was. That thrilled her immensely—he wasn’t so calm and collected.
And his touch, oh my god! Her clit was on fire and deep inside, she throbbed and pounded around Gio’s fingers. It was a constant struggle not to clench her body and hold onto his fingers. His other hand skimmed up and down her thighs, over and under her ass and even down her legs to her ankles. She found that touch as calming as she found his fingers plunging in and out exciting.
He drove her higher. She bit her lower lip, struggling not to give in to the need to move. If he could hold himself under such tight control, well, so could she. She felt him lean over her, felt his hot breath on her before his free hand parted her folds, and though she knew it was coming, knew he was going to lick her. The feel of his tongue stroking her clit tore a cry from her throat.
She clenched her fists and panted. Everything inside her tightened until she feared that, like a pinball, she’d be shot into a world of lights and colors. Shaking and trembling, she felt him curve his fingers and press hard against her G-Spot. A rainbow of color flashed across her eyes as though he’d hit the jackpot inside her.
Bells rang in her ears and her body exploded. She shrieked his name, arched her head back, and clamped her inner muscles hard against his clever fingers. She screamed his name over and over as her orgasm swept her away. One orgasm rolled into two, then three, and they didn’t end there. She felt as though the convulsions might continue forever, but he pulled his fingers from her, leaving her feeling empty and bereft and not quite satisfied.
“What did you do wrong, Miss Jones?”
The harshness and disappoint in his voice broke through the haze of desire. Wrong? That orgasm was fantastic. “I moved?” How could she not?
“You did that as well. No, Miss Jones, you came before I gave you permission.”
Her eyes flew open but there was only darkness. She could barely speak, barely breath. “I’m sorry, Sir,” she gasped. “I couldn’t help it.” And how could she not have come? All of a sudden, his stupid rule irritated her. “Doesn’t seem fair,” she muttered. “You try holding out.”
And he had, she realized, when she’d given him a blowjob earlier. He’d stopped her before he could come.
“Rules, Miss Jones. Your punishment will be six more orgasms before you earn my cock. And your spanking. You may agree.”
Taryn wasn’t sure she heard him right. “Six, Sir? That’s my punishment?” Oh-My-God. Six and then his cock? God, would she survive this? “Damn, bring it on,” she breathed.
Gio leaned down and took her clit into his mouth. There was no play, no gentle sucks. He sucked her hard, compressed his lips, and squeezed her. A quick nip quickly shot her back up into a bigger, stronger orgasm.
She screamed, all pretense of control gone as he continued to suck her swollen nub, keeping her riding wave after wave of uncontrollable orgasms. He’d taken her control and she knew, he if wanted to bring her to a dozen suc
h orgasms, she’d be helpless to stop him. She shook and tears sprang from the intensity. She bit her lip to stop from crying out when he finally released her.
Her body ached and throbbed. She should be finished, orgasmed out, but god help her, she wanted more.
Gio was nearly at his own breaking point and he was going to punish her—both of them—with five more orgasms before he plunged his cock inside her swollen pussy. So much for his carefully thought out plans, he thought, when he saw evidence of her tears.
Leaving the bed, he removed her restraints. “Stretch out. Switch of positions. Leave the blindfold.” Fuck, he didn’t want her to see how close he was to saying the hell with roles and responsibilities and lessons. He wanted Karyn Jones more than anything else at that moment.
He pulled the small foam wedge away. “Roll over. Hands and knees.” He watched her chew her lower lip but she complied. Her chest heaved still and her arms trembled. He positioned her with her head down, arms above her head and elbows bent. He stroked the long line of her back from her neck up to the crest of her ass and down over each pale globe.
He spread her legs and swallowed his moan of pain as the need to fuck her hammered in his veins. “Nice and pink, Miss Jones.” His balls felt as though unseen hands were squeezing and twisting and his cock felt strangled and confined.
She gasped and her head came up. “I can use my safeword right?”
The desperate plea made him grin, and eased the pain running through his veins like hot embers. She’d thought he was going to start working on orgasm number three instead of the promised spanking. He had been known to punish his subs with nearly more than they could handle to make his point, but with Karyn, he wanted to go easy, be gentle. Treasure each of her orgasms. He wanted her to gift them to him. He didn’t want to just take them.
Fuck. He was totally screwed.
“No. You agreed. Naughty subs must be punished, and you were naughty, were you not?”
“I—” Her protested ended on a yelp when he brought his hand down on her right cheek. She was so pale, pink bloomed in the shape of his hand.
“Dammit, that hurt—”
Wack.
“You are not allowed to talk, Miss Jones. You’ve added to your punishment.” And his. Each smack to her ass sent lust crashing into his balls. He landed two more in quick succession.
Taryn muffled her cries in the bedspread, unsure whether the glorious orgasms were worth the pain and humiliation of being spanked. Each slap stung. Her ass burned and tears leaked from her eyes. She wanted to beg him to stop, but didn’t dare speak. How was this even remotely pleasurable?
He paused between each smack, letting her body recover, before sending fresh waves of pain through her ass. The burn grew. The blood rushed to her abused rear then seeped deep into her and, suddenly, those smacks were sending heat straight into her center as though there were an invisible pathway. Like tentacles, the pain reached deeper and deeper until it wrapped around her clit and squeezed. Pain shifted her into unfulfilled pleasure. Her cries turned to moans and gasps. Her clit burned like the heart of a fire.
“Color, pet?”
She was so caught up in how the pain had edged toward need, his voice came at her from far away. The two sensations were opposites, like applying both heat and cold to tired, sore muscles.
“Green,” she gasped, and then let out a long moan when something fat slid into her pussy, filling that weeping emptiness. Dildo? Vibrator? Whatever it was, he slid it in and out, wiggled it, and played her body like a violinist stroking his bow over each string, pulling from them sounds that made the heart sigh.
Gio deliberately brought her out of the fog that was dragging her deeper. By asking where she was, he was also letting her know that she could slow or stop him. The fact that she was happy to continue pleased him. He hadn’t expected her to embrace everything he’d tried, and maybe part of him wanted her to tell him no and stop this madness because he sure as hell couldn’t walk away. Not after yesterday.
He ran his hand over her ass, feeling her tense then hearing her moan. Just stroking all that nicely reddened flesh sent fresh waves of pleasurable pain deep into her center. Her arms were stretched out, back arched, reminding him of a cat stretching with its rump in the air. As he stroked her flesh, he watched the dildo slide in and out, gleaming with her juice.
Sweat broke out along the sides of his face and ran down his back. He pulled aside the bit of cloth of his G-string and let his cock stretch out, aimed at her lovely ass. A drop of precum gathered and fell. Fuck. His cock felt heavy and his balls were a constant ache between his legs. He manipulated the dildo faster, harder, pleased with her gasps and whimpers. He knew her body now, knew it wouldn’t take much more.
“Come for me, pet.” God, come now. Six? What the fuck had he been thinking? He smacked the side of her ass and fucked her harder and faster, angling the dildo. She shrieked his name and went into jerking spasms. He gasped. Her orgasm made him feel as though someone was hammering nails into his balls. Her body jerked and convulsed. He didn’t stop until she went limp.
“That’s two.” His finger slid through her folds and found her straining clit. “Let’s work on three.”
***
Taryn had never done any nude sunbathing and had to admit, it felt good to be stretched out on the cushion with Gio rubbing every muscle, except her ass. That was still sore, though not so bad since he’d rubbed lotion into her.
She drifted, head pillowed on her arms, and thought about that last session with Gio. It had been so intense, she’d burst into tears after her third orgasm. He’d turned her onto her back and used his fingers and mouth, taking her slowly, stopping every time she got close to coming, until she was crying and begging.
Anticipation and denial had new meaning for her now. And damn if the man hadn’t been right. Her orgasm, when he’d allowed her to come, had sent her into a storm of weeping. Nothing had ever felt so good—or so damn scary—as losing all control.
Gio had taken her in his arms and murmured to her as though she were a child. He’d praised her, thanked her, and told her over and over how proud he was. Then he’d taken care of her—was still taking care of her.
He got up and went to a cooler built into a bench and grabbed more water. She turned her head, her gaze on his jutting cock. God, how could he deny himself? She saw the pain in his the lines along each side of his mouth, in the tightness of his voice.
She lifted herself up, swung her legs over the side, and winced when her butt came into contact with the cushion. She took the offered water. The man had a thing about hydration. “I could take care of that for you,” she said, looking pointedly at his cock.
He lifted a brow. “I believe you owe me three more orgasms, Miss Jones.”
“You really are a glutton for punishment, Mr. DeMitri. May I remind you that you said I had to come six times before I got your cock in my pussy?” Damn, she wanted him. Again. “You said nothing about me getting you off—all the way this time. Please Sir, can I suck your cock and play with your balls?”
He moved closer until his cock was inches from her. He swayed with the movement of the anchored boat. His thighs bunched and sent his cock bobbing. She slid down onto her knees, pulling the towel she’d been lying on beneath her knees.
Reaching up, she cupped his balls, felt his sharp intake of air, and hid her smile as she stared at his engorged shaft. God, he was huge. She wrapped her hand around him and sighed at the feel of velvet over steel. Earlier, she hadn’t been allowed to use her hands. Now she explored him with her fingers.
She squeezed and slowly eased her hand from hilt to tip, and then back down, loving the way he felt, the slide of his flesh, the iron hard shaft and, in contrast, his soft sac, drawn tight against his body. His breath whooshed out.
“Fuck!” His hands slid into her hair and gripped her head as though he needed to steady himself.
She’d removed her braid before coming up on deck and his slight tugging pul
ls ignited her own desire. She spent a few minutes just enjoying the feel of him, and reacquainting herself with his taste. She licked and swirled her tongue around his thick head, loving the feel of that soft flesh and the way blood pulsed beneath her hand.
A pearly drop of dew beckoned. Her tongue lapped his moisture, exploring his mushroom-crown. He jerked. She grinned. The man was huge and swollen, the head a nice, rich purple. She swallowed him, her lips compressing along his length—up and down for a few minutes, conscious of the way his fingers twitched in her hair.
She released him, feathered her tongue over the thick ropey veins, and then teased that sensitive patch of skin beneath his head.
“Fuck, pet. Take me inside. I need your hot mouth sucking me.”
Taryn drew him deep inside and kept her rhythm nice and slow as she sucked. At the same time, her fingers caressed his balls. She slid her nails over his sensitive flesh. His string of fucks urged her on. She was determined to not only please and pleasure him, but to give to him the way he gave to her.
Holding his shaft with one hand as she slid him in and out of her mouth, she focused her attention on driving him over the edge. Reaching around, she squeezed his ass, her fingers sliding into his crease, loving the feel of his muscles as they clenched and unclenched. God, she loved his ass.
“God, enough. Fuck me, Miss Jones.” His voice came out harsh and low.
“As you wish, Mr. DeMitri.” She closed her lips around him and sucked him in fast and hard. He’d stopped her before. She was determined that this time, he belonged to her. He’d given her so much pleasure and, yeah, he’d pushed her past her comfort zone, but he’d been right. She’d never experienced so much pleasure, hadn’t known it was possible to be driven to the heights he’d taken her.
His salty-sweet taste warned that he was close. Seeing the taut lines of his face and the firm line of his lips, thrilled Taryn. Watching him, she slipped her hand between his legs, past his balls, to a patch of skin between balls and his anus. She pressed hard, as he’d done with her G-Spot.
