A Jade's Trick

by Lilly Black

  “Oh, I always get my way, huh? So where’s this threesome you’ve been dangling in front of me?” I can’t tell if he’s serious or joking.

  “Cain, I just don’t know if I can…”

  “It’s okay, Evan,” he says with a laugh. “At this point, there are no more deal breakers for me.”

  “Really? So if I wanted two men…?” I ask.

  “I’d find a way to give it to you.” His answer is terribly unceremonious given what he’s agreeing to. I up the ante.

  “And if I wanted you to interact with hi…”

  “Fuck, no!”

  “How is that fair? Do you not want me to interact with another woman?”

  “Oh, I very much want to see you interact with another woman,” he says with a devilish smile on his face, “but that’s different.”

  “How is it different?”

  “Because watching two beautiful women together is a natural and magnificent thing. Your bodies are created for it.”

  “And yours aren’t?” I ask, and knowing full well that I could end up ruining my own night if I push it, I do it anyway because I just can’t resist. “Remind me again where the prostate gland is located?”

  “Evan!” he spits my name out like a bad taste with a contorted scowl on his face.

  “You brought that on yourself,” I tell him.

  “I suppose I did,” he says, then he puts on his blinker and abruptly crosses three lanes of traffic.

  “What are you doing?” I ask as he takes a wrong turn, heading away from the dungeon.

  “I’m taking you back to the apartment to watch gay porn on the internet and see if you still feel the urge.”

  “You asshole!” I shout, but it ends in much-relieved laughter.

  “Are we done here?” he asks, turning again to put us back on course.

  “We are most certainly not done here. I don’t feel like I’ve made any impression on your expectations at all.”

  “You don’t need to make any more of an impression, little girl, because no matter what I might like to see happen, I never expected you to have the balls to go through with it in the first place,” he challenges me.

  “Never challenge me if you don’t mean it.”

  “Good to know,” Cain says with that smug grin I hate on his face again. I roll my eyes and stare out the passenger side window.

  “And to be clear, it isn’t just two women I want. I’ve had that. What I really want to see is you dominating another woman in the dungeon.”

  “Oh,” I say, my nipples tightening at the thought of that power, the challenge suddenly seeming easier than the way I had imagined it, but before I let too much blood leave my head and too much bravado leave my mouth, there’s something else I need to know. “Would you like to explain how you managed to give me your entire sexual history without mentioning having had a threesome?” I lower my voice at the last word.

  “Would you quit whispering it? You use the word fuck like it’s your security blanket, yet you whisper words like threesome.”

  “Fine. Threesome,” I say, my voice getting louder and louder. “Threesome, threesome, threesome. Better?”

  “Much.”

  “Now, about your threesome…”

  “It’s no big secret. I’ve already told you about the women involved.”

  “That’s not fair, Cain. What if I said that I told you about the guys I dated in high school but neglected to mention that I was with them all together on the same night?”

  “That’s called a gangbang, Evan, or can’t you say that either?”

  “Fuck you! I’m serious!” Every time he mentions his past, there’s something new he failed to include back when I was completely honest about my past even though it made me feel like a slut. I don’t want to ruin tonight, but I am working hard to resist the urge to unload on him. Sensing it, Cain stops at a yellow light he could have made it through and turns toward me.

  “Stop. You know why I hold back. I want us to share everything, but I’ve been careful because I can’t stand the thought of my past making you question whether your faith is well placed in me for even a second.”

  “I trust you, Cain, and I swear I’ll only hold you accountable from the day we met,” I say.

  Well, the day after that, I think, not daring to bring up Elizabeth at this moment, but Cain does.

  “It was Sunny and Liz,” he admits sheepishly.

  “What?”

  “It didn’t mean anything. It was after I caught Liz poking holes in the condoms, and I was so pissed off at her, I wanted to hurt her.”

  “So you made her set up a three way to get you to take her back?”

  “I made her work for it,” he says.

  “And she just did whatever you asked without question?”

  “She was within sight of getting that ring on her finger.”

  “So who picked Sunny? You?”

  “We ran into her at a bar one night, and it just happened.”

  “How could she just do that with one of her friends?”

  “These aren’t the kind of friends you’re used to, Ev. Sunny probably saw it as an opportunity to undermine Liz, Liz saw it as an opportunity to show Sunny she could please me better, and I…I just saw it as an opportunity.” He says with an impish look that makes me laugh as he pulls into the parking garage.

  “Okay, I admit it. If I had known shit like this about you in the first place, I would have run screaming.”

  “So you’re saying I was right to omit the truth?”

  “I’m saying the time for that has passed.”

  “I agree,” he says, looking into my eyes, and brushing my hair back with his hand, he kills the engine.

  “We’re not finished here. Is that what’s on Sunny’s disk?”

  “Yes,” he admits.

  “So it was good enough to commemorate on video?”

  “We had all been drinking, and I had to use a condom. You tell me.”

  “Oh, you poor thing,” I mock.

  “You have no idea,” Cain says.

  “So show me,” I say as he opens my door. “Do you have any condoms left?”

  “I probably have some at home,” he says with a less than pleased look on his face. “Why?”

  Because I want to know if my prior failures had anything to do with the condoms, but since Cain doesn’t need to know that, I omit part of the truth. Yeah, I realize I’m a hypocrite.

  “I want to try it with you just once,” I say as the elevator opens. “To see how different it feels.” He scans his card, then backs me into the elevator.

  “Little girl, you could wrap my cock in duct tape, and I’ll still make you see God.” His words tear through me, awakening all of my senses as he punctuates it with a deep, possessive kiss. When he moves his mouth to my neck, through barely open eyes I see that the elevator door has opened again, and Lucy is standing right in front of us. Without even acknowledging her, Cain lifts me off the ground, wraps my legs around his waist, and carries me down the hall into the dungeon.

  Game on.

  In the dungeon, Cain strips me down to my panties and puts my wrists in cuffs attached to the chains that hold them high over my head. He blindfolds me, and though I strain to hear what he’s doing, he’s very quiet before the music comes on. After that, I lose all track of him until he’s suddenly behind me, shirtless, the leather of his pants smooth against my legs. I arch my back and lean into him, grinding against his already hard cock, and as he wraps his arms around me, I feel some sort of large, leather whip dangling down the front of me, tickling my knees as it moves with us.

  “I think it’s time…” Cain begins, speaking sternly as he steps back from me. “…for you to let go of your prudery regarding certain words. So here’s what we’re going to do. I tell you what to say, and you say it. If you don’t say it, you get one of these.” He strikes me on the ass with the whip. Still wearing my panties, only the strands that make contact with my bare skin sting and barely at that,
but I know better than to perceive it as anything more than a warning shot.

  “Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Master Cain,” I say reverently.

  “Good. First word. Blowjob.”

  “I can say blowjob, Cain,” I snap. I feel a sting on the back of my thighs.

  “Say it without lowering your voice,” he commands.

  “Blowjob.”

  “Good. Next word. Balls.”

  “Balls,” I say.

  “Very good. Next word. Clit.”

  “Clit,” I say, and even though I really thought I was doing well, when it comes out, my voice is small. He strikes me, a little harder this time.

  “Clit,” I say.

  “Better. Now tell me what you want me to do to your clit.”

  “Um…touch it?”

  “Really?” he asks, and though I immediately realize it was the wrong answer, it’s already too late. I brace myself for impact, but instead he yanks off my panties. As I feel him standing behind me, one careful finger slowly begins to explore, and I squirm, afraid he’ll feel my scars, the safeword balanced precariously on the tip of my tongue.

  “Shhh,” he whispers, and with his other arm around me, holding me tight against him, he cautiously touches me like I’ve never been touched before. I’ve always been too protective of my shame, but with just one finger gliding over my clit using my own silky wetness, Cain draws a more intense response out of me than I ever have by my own hand. Though I’m still on edge, I allow myself to lean against him as I grow weak with desire until he’s the one to stop, pulling my head back by my hair and thrusting his tongue into my mouth. He must have licked his finger because I taste myself on his lips, and it drives me wild.

  “Tell me what you want me to do to your clit, Evan,” he repeats, but no matter how much I want to, I just can’t make myself say it.

  “No?” he asks, and when I don’t make a peep, he releases my wrist cuffs from the chain and leads me to a different area along the wall. Gently pushing me backward, I feel my spine curving over padding as I realize this is the odd, semicircular bench at the end. Now that I’m on it, I see that it’s a perfect place for, well, what I want him to do to my clit.

  Clipping my cuffs to hooks on the sides of the table, Cain and leans over me, kissing my tits, working his way downward until he’s just beneath my navel, and skipping the ring, he shows me on my lower belly what he would do to my clit if I would just ask. It’s torture.

  “Do you want it, Evan?”

  “Yes!”

  “Tell me what you want.”

  When I say nothing, Cain stands up, grabs my legs, and slides his cock into me, abruptly fucking me hard and fast. The bench is perfect for this position, tormenting me as he holds my legs spread taut, his body rubbing against my clit with each thrust, teasing me as his cock pushes me over the edge. I cry out his name, trying to brace him with my heels, but he won’t stop, pushing me onward until I come again, my entire body trembling from use, left only with need of the very thing he won’t give.

  When Cain stops fucking me, he steps back, leaving my legs dangling down the slope of the bench, and I hear him walking around to the end where my head hangs upside down, my hair touching the floor.

  “It’s such an easy thing to do, Evan,” he says. “Ask me what I want.”

  “What do you want, Master Cain?” I ask.

  “I want you to suck my cock,” he says, and I feel the soft, tight skin of my favorite toy against my lips, tasting myself as I take it inside. I want this taste on his tongue, and he knows it as he leans over me, his mouth so close I can feel his breath on my clit. He isn’t playing fair, but I give him what he wants as long as he wants it, thinking surely I’ve suffered enough when he pulls his cock away and walks back to the other side. I’m wrong. All he does is ask that same, fucking question!

  “Goddamn it, Cain!” I shout, frustrated.

  “Goddamn it, Master Cain,” he corrects me smugly, really pissing me off now, but there’s not much I can do about it as he spreads my legs, threatening me with his cock again. He doesn’t fuck me, instead rubbing his cock on my clit in a circular motion. It’s excruciating!

  “Last chance, Evan,” he warns as my impatience with him hits fever pitch. “Tell me what you want me to…”

  “I want you to get on your fucking knees and make me come!” I scream. My breath catches, and I freeze, shocked by what came out of my mouth. Then I’m more shocked by what comes out of his.

  “Yes, Domina,” he says, immediately pushing my legs wide apart, and the first contact is positively mind-bending. He tears into me, digging his nails into my flesh, every stroke of his tongue amplified by the denial that lead to it until I’m screaming, bearing into his face, forcing myself against his mouth so hard I feel his teeth through his lips as he prolongs my orgasm until he has wrested every last bit of pleasure my body has to give, leaving me panting and desperately wanting fucked.

  But Cain leaves me.

  Too out of it to track his movements, I only hear footsteps here and there until he’s suddenly beside me again. He removes my wrist cuffs and helps me to my feet, guiding me blindly across the floor. I walk cautiously for what seems like the entire length of the dungeon, and when we come to a stop, I hear a door open, the smell of leather suddenly so strong I can taste it. I know just where we are - the Wardrobe.

  Still blindfolded, Cain guides me to step into a dress. He pulls it up and ties the corseted waist in the back, and feeling the abundance of leather and the boned, plunging neckline that ends below my navel ring, I know it’s the gorgeous, floor length gown I noticed the first time I opened the Wardrobe. Cain offers me a chair, and when I’m seated, he brushes my hair, pulling it up into what feels like a French twist. He places a cold, metal handle in my hand, his finger to my mouth to procure my patience, then like a prince in an x-rated fairytale, he kneels before me and kisses my feet as he puts a pair of stilettos on me. When I’m properly shod, he takes my hand.

  “I haven’t changed the rules,” he says. “You still have to say those three little words if you want any real power, but…”

  “But…” I repeat excitedly.

  “But you took a big step tonight, and I’m going to reward you,” he says as I feel him place my riding crop in my free hand. I wrap my fingers around it, and feeling the smooth diamonds against my palm sends a jolt of electricity through me. Part of me wants to fight against this, disturbed about how he’s conditioned me to accept something as a reward that should have been mine for the taking, but it’s Cain who is conditioning and rewarding me, which somehow makes it okay.

  He carefully removes my blindfold, and I see myself in the hand mirror. He did an extraordinary job on my hair, but most extraordinary is what I see in the periphery. Cain is placing a blindfold over his own eyes. I stand, laying the mirror on the chair, and as I look down on him, on his knees with his head lowered reverently, I see that he’s wearing the blindfold with the flaps over the eyes. It’s beautiful.

  “Tonight, I am at your mercy, Domina,” Cain says, and his words are as potent as his touch, coursing through me. I’ve dreamed of this moment since we set upon the path that brought us to it, but now that it’s here, I don’t know how to begin. I can’t fuck this up because I want surrendering to me to be more to Cain than just something he does to keep me happy. I want him to want it, to fantasize about it, to ache for it, and just the thought of his fantasies gives me what I need. Taking his hand, I lead him to the bondage table in the center of the room to begin the formidable task of conquering my Master.

  There are no words to describe how it felt to have Cain on his knees, a slave at my feet, and though sated, I still feel drunk with power as we sit down at the table for dinner, already showered and dressed. The curtains are closed, hiding the dungeon, and what we’ve just done is only evidenced by the silly grins on our faces as Lucy brings in the Chinese food Cain ordered. I don’t think I’ve ever been so ravenous.

  As we
eat, he tells me about the interior designer he has hired to help me with the remodel. Her name is Paige, and she is coming to meet me at the apartment tomorrow. By all rights I should be pissed off that even though I no longer have a job, Cain is still controlling my schedule, but with free rein and an unlimited budget, it’s hard to work up any respectable level of anger. Besides, after what he just let me do, all I can think about is having a fully-equipped dungeon of my own design. In fact, I think maybe two home dungeons are in order because I’m starting to feel like Domina could get territorial.

  When we finish dinner, as Lucy clears the dishes, Cain deliberately places a fortune cookie in front of me, and remembering the last one he gave me, I open it eagerly, pulling out a little strip of white paper that says:

  THREE LITTLE WORDS

  “Fuck you!” I say with a roll of my eyes.

  “That’s only two.”

  “You have some nerve after what we just did,” I complain in frustration, but as I look into his eyes wondering how I can make him understand without having to tell him the real reason I can’t say those three little words, I become confused. He’s not himself. He seems anxious, unnecessarily smoothing out the table cloth. Cain Ballantyne…is fidgeting?

  Then it crystallizes inside my head that I have misunderstood the fortune entirely. Flashing my eyes at him, I’m otherwise frozen, scared as hell that fate will pick this moment to let the other shoe drop. It doesn’t.

  “I love you,” Cain says, his voice the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard, and I’m cast into a state of unimaginable bliss. There is suddenly no one in the entire universe but us, and no three words were ever so numinous.

  “I love you,” I say back, and he pulls me to him, kissing me. He folds his arms around me, my head sideways against his chest, and as I hear his heart beating rapidly, feel his warm breath atop my head, and smell his freshly showered skin, I drink in every shade of this perfect moment, my eyes filling with happy tears. I haven’t heard those words from a man since my father died, and though I’ve longed for them ever since, I know now that all the waiting was preparing me for this night, for this destiny, for this man.