48 Hours

by Callista Arman

  Rafael moved to the long dresser set between the windows. At the angle she lay, she couldn’t quite see what he was doing, but a moment later the silver balls on her nipple rings started vibrating. Aching darts of pleasure radiated from her breasts to her belly and pussy. She bit off a moan, her breathing hitching.

  Rafael came to stand at the foot of the bed. His gaze found her exposed pussy and lingered there. Since he hadn’t commanded her to look at him, she kept her eyes averted as best she could.

  “Your pussy is lovely,” he said. “Pink and moist. And your clit is very large. So sensitive. You were made for love, like the goddess Venus.” He exhaled. “Look at me, Madeline.”

  She obeyed.

  “How does it feel, being spread like this?”

  A tremor ran through her body and her voice came out in a whisper. “I feel…exposed. Open.” She swallowed. “Vulnerable.”

  “It’s only right you should feel those emotions before your Master. A submissive is never closed to her Dom. She must be accessible to him at all times. Ready to feel. Ready to obey. For a sub there is no self. Only devotion.” Some raw emotion flitted across his face. It was there and gone in a heartbeat.

  “A submissive is a slave,” he continued. “But not in the sense that she is worthless. On the contrary. A submissive is part of her Master, a very integral part. In some ways, he doesn’t exist without her. Do you understand?”

  “I…don’t know.”

  “Perhaps you will, after our time together is through.”

  Rafael gazed at her pussy for another moment, then turned and strode to the far end of the room. Maddie followed him with her gaze, as she knew she should. He opened a door and she caught a glimpse of tiled floor and walls. A bathroom. She kept her gaze on the door until he appeared again.

  He returned bearing a silver tray, which he set on the brocade bed covering. Maddie strained her neck, trying to see what it held. A bowl, several folded towels, shaving gel and a razor.

  “Your eyes are not where they should be,” he warned softly.

  She’d forgotten! He’d told her to look at him, and he hadn’t given her permission to look away. She’d let her attention wander. Instantly, her gaze snapped to his face. “I’m sorry.”

  “You will be sorry indeed,” he said. “When you take your punishment.”

  “But—”

  “Do you think I jest? That I will not hold you to your promise to obey? Have no doubt that I will. And when your discipline is over, you will remember my commands more easily.”

  Oh, God. She kept her gaze trained on his face, terrified of making another mistake.

  His weight depressed the mattress as he leaned over her. “Lift your hips.”

  She did, and he spread one of the towels under her ass. He smoothed cool gel over her bush with his fingers, teasing it into her clit and along the folds of her vulva. He worked it around the twin chains pulled taut against her pussy. Then he picked up the razor.

  She tried not to frown, but of course, he noted the slight crease she couldn’t keep from her forehead. “Being shaved doesn’t appeal to you?” he asked.

  She couldn’t lie to him. Not when her eyes were locked with his. “No.” She’d never thought of a shaved pussy as a turn-on, never would have chosen this for herself.

  “This will be another lesson for you, then.”

  She understood what he meant. She’d given all her choices to Rafael, at least for the span of forty-eight hours. During that time, she had no rights other than the boundaries they’d set earlier. If he wanted her pussy bare, it would be bare. It was as simple as that.

  He slid the razor over her tender skin with a practiced hand. He worked neatly and efficiently, shaving her mound and even parting her folds to remove the wisps that grew there. He moved the chains as he worked, then let them slide back into place when he’d finished. The metal felt cool again on her newly exposed skin. And all the while she lay, arms and legs outstretched, completely helpless to protest.

  Rafael dipped a washcloth in the bowl. The water was warm as it washed her clean. She kept her eyes on his face the whole time, fearful that to look away would earn her another reprimand. But Rafael didn’t look at her.

  At last he finished and rose to take the tray and towels back to the bathroom. She watched his broad shoulders retreat, keeping her gaze on the empty doorway when he disappeared through it.

  He soon reappeared. He crossed to the dresser and flicked a small black remote. The butt plug in her ass sprang to life. She gasped. She hadn’t realized it was a vibrator, too. She shifted her hips, moaning a little. So many sensations, everywhere but in her pussy! She wanted so badly to be filled there. She wanted to feel Rafael inside her.

  It looked like she might finally get her wish. Rafael was unbuttoning his shirt. He shrugged out of it easily, then took the time to fold it neatly and place it on the chair with his jacket before turning back to her.

  She let her head fall to one side. Drank in the sight of his naked torso. A dark sprinkle of hair covered his chest. His pecs were well-defined but not overly bulky. His stomach was flat. Despite the fact he was certainly in his mid-forties, there wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. Only the few gray strands in his hair and the laugh lines at the corners of his eyes proved his age and experience.

  He removed his shoes and socks. She waited for him to undress completely, but he didn’t. Clad in his dress pants, he knelt on the bed between her legs, lifting her ass in his palms. Without a word, he touched her newly exposed skin, drawing circles around the tender flesh. He dipped into her cleft, probing her opening with the tip of one finger. She tilted her hips, hoping to nudge him in the direction of her clit, but he avoided the place that needed him most. He played, teasing and stroking, until she was panting. He was driving her crazy.

  If he’d been Mike Four, she would’ve told him to get on with it. Outlined exactly what he was doing wrong. But that wasn’t an option here and not only because she’d promised to obey Rafael’s rules of obedience. Rafael wasn’t avoiding her clit because he didn’t know where it was. He was avoiding it on purpose.

  And all she could do was endure it.

  She bit her bottom lip to stop herself from begging. She suspected it would do no good. Rafael was a man of supreme control and would do what he wanted.

  His clever fingers left her too soon, without ever reaching her clit. Reaching up, he tugged on the chain connecting her nipple rings. She gasped, then moaned when he repeated the movement.

  Rafael rose on his knees and unzipped his pants. As he did, Maddie thought she heard a muffled thump beyond the French doors leading to the sitting room. Rafael must have heard it too, because he hesitated the briefest of moments, giving a sidelong glance at the doors. Then a small smile twitched at the corner of his mouth and an amused light glinted in his eyes.

  He pulled out his cock.

  He had a condom in his hand as well, the package already open. Maddie’s pussy spasmed with anticipation as he rolled on the sheath, his beautiful dark eyes now fixed on her face. He eased forward, rubbing the tip of his cock against her clit. The intimate connection sent a shock wave through her, made the inner muscles clench. She felt so empty.

  “What do you want, Madeline?”

  “You,” she said simply.

  “Beg me, then.” He rubbed his cock along her wet cleft. She moaned as it brushed her clit.

  “Please,” she whispered. “I want…”

  “What, Madeline?”

  She gazed up at him, silently pleading.

  “I want you to say it. What do you want?”

  No. She couldn’t. Wordlessly, she stared at him.

  “Say it,” he said. “Now.”

  “I…want you to…fuck me,” she whispered.

  “Louder.” He pressed her clit again, this time with his thumb, flicking it hard over the nub.

  She shuddered. “I want you to fuck me,” she groaned. “Please. Fuck me.”

  “It will be my plea
sure, cara.”

  Anchoring her hips in his hands, he thrust home with one powerful stroke, burying his cock to the hilt. Maddie gasped at the invasion. Rafael was bigger than any lover she’d ever had. When he thrust forward, he touched a spot high and deep inside her, drawing a moan from her lips. When he moved back, his wide head massaged every inch of her inner passage.

  She shuddered as her pussy clenched around him, sending a tingling spasm through her body. It was just a hint of the stunning bliss to come. Instinctively, she jerked her arms and legs, wanting to close her body around him, surround him, hold him close. But her bound hands and spread legs were taut, denying her that pleasure. Somehow, that knowledge only served to magnify the sensation of Rafael’s cock inside her. It plunged and ravished. She was laid open, unable to resist the onslaught. Unable to push him away or refuse any demand. Unable even to touch and accept.

  She wanted so much to wrap her legs around his lean hips as he plunged inside her. She imagined how the bunching muscles of his shoulders and back would feel under her fingertips. She twisted, groaning as her wrists strained against the cuffs and ropes. Bound as she was, she had no way of holding him to her. No way to stake her claim on him. Except one. She squeezed her inner muscles, holding him as best she could. He gave a half-groan. It filled her with satisfaction.

  His movements sent her ass into the bed with every stroke, making the butt plug shift and retreat. She was so full now, plugged from front and behind. His cock scraped against the chains, sending them sliding on her sensitive skin. Every thrust, every sensation, tightened the coil inside her. Each stroke took her higher, opened her wider. Moans passed through her lips, sounded wild to her own ears. Her head tossed back and forth. And still he pushed her higher, higher. She was close. So close…

  And then his strokes slowed. Become shallower, until she hardly felt them at all. Her pleasure receded.

  She blinked at him, confused. “Harder.”

  He frowned down at her. “A submissive doesn’t make demands, cara.”

  “But…I was so close.”

  He pulled back, almost withdrawing from her body. “A sub has to earn her orgasms. And you, cara, have not.”

  “But—”

  “Silence.”

  The word, though spoken softly, reverberated in Maddie’s brain. She gaped at him, then gasped as he started moving again. To her frustration, he kept his strokes slow. Shallow.

  Her arousal didn’t diminish, but neither did it increase. He kept her like that, on a plateau of pleasure, stroking mercilessly, allowing her but glimpses of the ultimate pleasure.

  She angled her hips, trying to deepen his penetration. His fingers bit into her hips, holding her in place. Tears sprang to her eyes. She wanted to come. Needed to come.

  “Please,” she whispered.

  A sheen of sweat glistened on his skin. It was costing him to prolong her agony. Perhaps he wanted her to beg even more. She opened her mouth to do just that, but he silenced her with a frown.

  His grip tightened. With a sudden movement, he plunged hard, holding her hips motionless as his cock jerked its release inside her. She tried to move, tried to take her own pleasure, but he wouldn’t allow it.

  Finally, she felt his cock soften. Her own impending orgasm faded until it was but a distant fantasy. She felt strung out, frustrated, bereft. Then he withdrew completely and a wave of anger crashed through her. He’d used her. Cheated her of her climax. How dare he? He’d promised he would give her pleasure.

  She glared up at him. He gazed back, his dark eyes shadowed—with what? Some deep emotion she didn’t understand.

  He was the first to look away. He rose from the bed, half turning as he slid the condom off and discarded it. He’d never completely undressed. That had been a turn-on at first, but now it made Maddie feel like a cheap lay. Rafael fastened his trousers, giving her his back as he buckled his belt. When he looked at her again, his cool, detached expression was back. Except for the slight sheen on his bare torso and the musky aroma of his sweat, he looked utterly unaffected by their interchange.

  “Very nice,” he said with a brief nod.

  Maddie struggled against her bonds. “You jerk.”

  He raised his brows. “Your passion is very beautiful indeed. But I find, Madeline, that you forget your place too easily.” He stepped close to the bed, gazing down at her with an inscrutable expression. “The time has come for your first taste of discipline.”

  * * * * *

  Patrick clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles throbbed. He crouched behind the French doors leading to the bedroom, peering through the opening between them, a crack about a wide as his thumb. It was a narrow view, but it’d been wide enough to frame the image of Maddie spread helpless on the king-sized bed while Montevale fucked her brains out. If Patrick’s heart had been pounding while he scaled the sunroom and pulled himself onto the balcony, it was damn near defibrillating now.

  The bastard hadn’t even bothered to take off his pants.

  Maddie hadn’t seemed to mind. Patrick had heard her begging the Dom to fuck her. Montevale had certainly obliged. Maddie’d moaned with every jerk of his cock, until he’d pulled out and zipped up his pants. Then she’d whimpered. The fucker had left her unsatisfied.

  Montevale said something Patrick couldn’t make out. He watched as the Dom moved around the bed, releasing Maddie’s restraints. Saw his head dip as he said something else. Immediately, she rolled onto her stomach.

  Patrick pushed the doors open just a little, kneeling as he peered through the crack between them. He could just make out the end of the butt plug protruding from between Maddie’s ass cheeks.

  His cock, already hard as a rock, throbbed. Too bad he couldn’t risk giving it a shake.

  Montevale bent over Maddie’s prone form. Patrick wondered if he was going to fiddle with the butt plug, but he didn’t. To his surprise, the Dom started massaging Maddie’s shoulders. She gave a little moan of pleasure as he worked his way down her right arm to her to her fingers. When he was done, he did the same to the other.

  “Better, cara?” he said.

  “Yes. Much.”

  Patrick dared to ease the French doors open another fraction of an inch. Thank God the balcony doors had been unlocked and no alarm had blared when he opened them. He’d entered the small sitting room, pulling the balcony doors silently closed behind him. He knew it was lunacy, but he couldn’t help himself. He had to see Maddie writhe, had to hear her every moan. He was more turned on than he’d been in his entire existence. At the same time, the jealous knot in his gut had moved to his throat, twisting and choking the air right out of him.

  How long could he stand by and watch Maddie being fucked by another man?

  * * * * *

  Every bone, every muscle in Maddie’s body had turned to jelly.

  Rafael’s fingers were pure magic. He’d spoken of discipline, then, inexplicably, had started massaging her aching shoulders. She sighed and nestled into the quilt, drifting on the edge of sleep. If this was discipline, she’d take it any time.

  She literally melted into the mattress. It was well past midnight and even though her body still thrummed with unrequited arousal, she was exhausted. When Rafael moved away, she wondered if he’d decided to call it a night.

  She heard his footsteps on the carpet, moving across the room. Idly, she wondered where he was going, but she was too tired to turn her head and look. Her eyes drifted closed. Her breathing deepened…

  A sharp swat stung her ass.

  Her spine arched, absorbing the shock of the blow. She lurched upright. “What—” She rolled, scrambling backwards. “What the hell was that for?”

  Rafael stood, arms crossed over his bare chest, a leather flogger in his hand. “It’s time for your punishment, Madeline.”

  She jumped off the bed, putting it between them. “But…I thought you’d changed your mind.”

  His expression remained impassive. “You are speaking out of turn, cara. Ag
ain.” He shook his head. “I’ve lost count of your offenses.”

  “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.” She eyed the whip. “You don’t have to use that.”

  “That is not for you to decide.”

  “But—”

  “Silence.”

  She clamped her mouth shut, hanging on to the bedpost as if it were a lifeline. Her whole body shook with fear—and, God help her, anticipation. She hated to admit it, but the thought of Rafael using that flogger on her tender skin was exciting.

  “Go to the platform.”

  The hard look in his eyes told her that protesting would only make things worse. Reluctantly, she released her grip on the bedpost. Taking a deep breath, she padded across the carpet to the circular stage.

  “Step up on the platform and stand in the center, between the chains, legs spread.”

  She climbed the two carpeted treads and positioned herself as he’d commanded. The hanging bar was directly overhead. The double set of French doors was directly in front of her. She frowned. Were they closed more than they’d been before?

  “Look at me.”

  Her gaze snapped to Rafael’s face.

  “Kneel.”

  She bent one knee, then the other.

  He gave a rueful chuckle. She tensed, wondering what she’d done wrong.

  “You’re such a natural submissive I keep forgetting you’re a novice,” he murmured. “When I command you to kneel, you must keep your knees slightly parted and lower your ass to your heels.”

  She adjusted her position.

  “Now. Place your hands palm up on your thighs. And lower your gaze. You may not look up until I give you permission.”

  She obeyed, hardly daring to breathe. She was acutely aware of her spread legs. And the loss of eye contact only increased her vulnerability. A fact she was sure Rafael knew.

  He prowled at the edge of her vision. She could hear the handle of the flogger slap against his palm. “You’ve spoken out of turn many times tonight. Too many times for me to overlook. You’re not used to taking orders, are you, cara?”