Castles Burning Part One

by Nicole Ryan

“To be quiet…..” He said as he landed the flogger across my breasts, “Yes….” Smack.

  With each kiss from the flogger he brought it back equally as hard on his own back, the sound resonating in the still, open room. With each landing I felt my skin growing warmer, hotter, searing straight to my groin, my nipples aching.

  “Fuck!” I cried out through the tie in my mouth at the tenth strike.

  “What did I tell you?” He asked, poising the flogger over his shoulder.

  “To be quiet Sir.”

  “Oh so you do hear what I tell you?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “So you just choose to disobey?” He asked picking up the wand and zapping my right hip, making me jump, but this time I didn’t cry out, simply gasped.

  “No, Sir.”

  “You don’t want me to be pleased?” He said, circling the pool table.

  “I do Sir.” I said.

  “You do?” Zap.

  “Yes! I want to please you Sir.” I was squirming against the ropes around my wrists, desperately needing to feel him inside me, wanting to touch him, grab him, feel him against my whole body.

  “Show me.” He said bringing the violet wand to sit between my legs, and resting it there, mere inches from my pubic bone. I stared deep into his eyes as he brought his face close to my knees. My heart feeling as if it wanted to escape from my chest, and before fully thinking I lifted my bum as far from the table as the rope would allow, connecting with the tip of the wand. It sent a wave straight to my clitoris, and up to my belly button, my toes curling against the trim around the pool table. Aden’s eyes bore into me expectantly, and my muscles aching with the strain to hold my weight up against the ropes to reach up and do it again. Nothing. Panting and arching once more, I connected again. Snap!

  “Ah!” I cried, collapsing to the table.

  “One more.” He said. I looked at him, panting.

  A small moan escaped me, “I can’t.”

  “Yes you can.”

  I stared at the wand, taking deep breaths.

  “Who owns you?” He asked, zapping my ass with the wand when I didn’t respond.

  “You do Sir.” I said, looking into his deep blue eyes.

  “One more. You can do it.” He said, his gaze holding mine.

  Squeezing my eyes closed, feeling empowered by his words, and his belief in me, I thrust my hips skyward once more to meet the wands intensity. Nothing. Aden’s eyes were challenging me, so I thrust again to meet the snap, growling at the bite this time, and grinding my ass against the pool table.

  “Good girl,” Aden cooed as he slid his thumb over my sex. “You’re nice and sensitive now aren’t you?” I nodded, swallowing hard.

  Aden brought the wand to bite my left breast, “I can go right back down there, do you want me to?” He asked pointing it down at my groin.

  “No Sir.”

  “Then answer me when I ask you something.” He said.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Aden softly slid his thumb through and around my folds, sliding the head of his penis into me slowly, I bit my lip as he did so, staring at his beauty, drunk with the power he had over me, reveling in the sensations he was sending through me. As Aden quickened his pace I felt my body heating, tightening around him, for a second I debated if I wanted to ask permission, but deciding I didn’t want the wand again I did before it was too late.

  “Please may I come again Sir?” I nearly screamed feeling overwhelmed with the need to release.

  “Already? You want to come already?” He asked grinding against me.

  “Yes Sir, please!” I squirmed against my ropes, clenching my muscles, trying to hold myself back.

  “You want me to let you come, on my dick, when you aren’t following instructions?” He asked, pressing on my clit harder, grinning devilishly at me as he moved.

  The tightening was red hot now, and before I could stop it liquid was pouring out of my traitorous body as it quaked with each contraction.

  “No!” I cried, “Fuck, oh my God yes.”

  Aden was out of me in a split second, returning with the crop from his bag of goodies, and brought it down on my left breast, then my right, before dragging it down my abdomen and resting it on my pubic bone.

  “Did you just come baby?” He asked, eyes glittering down at me.

  “Yes, Sir.” I panted.

  The crop came down on my wet flesh, “You only come, when I tell you to come.” He accentuated the end with another pop.

  “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry Sir, tech me to be better.” I smiled at him, my body felt so alive with sensation, I felt as if I might break out of my skin.

  Aden positioned the crop on the base of my throat.

  “Arch.” He said.

  I arched against my ropes, and Aden started to slowly, torturously slide the crop down my body, pressing it down between my breasts, over my stomach, the leather pulling lightly on my skin, trailing my own come down the front of my body.

  “So pretty.” He said, his cerulean eyes focused on the crop and my skin, as goose bumps rose and spread over my body, and my nipples came to a peak. He smiled.

  “Thank you, Sir.” I sighed.

  “Do you like to look pretty for me?” He asked, his eyes seeking mine, capturing them.

  “Yes, Sir, I do.” I said, captivated, unable to tear my eyes from his.

  “Good girl.” He said, slapping each of my inner thighs with the crop before putting it back.

  Aden plugged the Hitachi into the side of the pool table, I briefly wondered why the pool table had plugs built into it before the motor of the vibrator roared to life, and he placed it against my sensitive sex. Immediately I tried to pull away from the intensity of the vibrations, but the ropes held me in place as Aden moved the head of the vibrator against me.

  “You’re going to learn, to control your orgasms. You will come when I tell you to, and you will not come if I don’t give you permission. Understand?” He said, raising his voice over my loud moans.

  “Yes Sir!” I cried, feeling the tightening. “Please Sir may I come?” Somehow the words managed to find their way out of my mouth in time.

  “Yes.” Was all it took to send my body crashing down a cliff to shark infested waters, my entire torso shook, my legs quivering, mouth shivering, eyes watering and ears ringing.

  “Good girl, look at me.” He said, lifting my chin with his finger tips.

  Aden’s thrusts became deeper, harder, and more sensation worked its way through me. Aden leaned over to take the tie out of my mouth, caressing my lips with his fingers, dragging his hand down my throat to my breast, and held on to it. I was in the welcomed daze that came with training. As if I were in a drug induced state, out of my own body, I was simply feeling. Simply touch. Simply… yearning. I was nothing but a shell of desire, and pleasure.

  “Oh, God, please can I come again?” I asked breathlessly.

  “Yes, do it baby.”

  As waves rippled through me I pulled against my restraints, feeling the prickly rope bite into my wrists and ankles.

  “Look at me.” Aden said.

  My body shook as he pulled out of me, I watched him as he stroked his beautiful cock until he came on my tummy, and breasts before he leaned over me, kissed my neck and shoulders, and rested his forehead on my clavicle. After a few seconds, he smoothed hair from my face and tipped my chin down with his finger to plant a soft, lingering kiss on my lips, gazing into my eyes sweetly.

  “How was that baby?” He asked.

  “As wonderful as I remembered.” I said with a playful wink. Aden smiled, his forehead rested on mine, his blue eyes sparkling, I was absolutely sated.

  As Aden began to undo my ropes my heart rate returned to normal, I closed my eyes and relished in the feather light touches he trailed along my body as he unbound me, placing small kisses on my wrists, ankles, and hips. When all the ropes were off I slowly sat up, Aden came to stand between my legs and had a towel to wipe me off with. After cleaning up a
bit more Aden captured my face delicately in his hands, and planted another kiss on my lips before I hopped off the table and made my way to the bathroom.

  After a quick shower and slipping into some sweats I came out to the great room, clean of all evidence of Aden and my adventure, and found the boys finishing cups of tea and wrapping up what looked like a serious conversation, and Christie was in the kitchen. I sat beside Aden and he placed his arm around me, before kissing my temple.

  “I think Christie wants to chat with you, I’m going to bed, wake me when you come in?” He asked.

  I nodded in response, said good night to him and Alex, before meeting Christie in the kitchen for some hot tea. After a few seconds of silence I decided I needed to be the one to break it.

  “Well, do you have questions?” I asked.

  “I don’t even know where to begin.” She said before smiling at me. “It was so intense. Does it hurt when he tosses you around like that?”

  “No, not at all, I like to be tossed around though, man handled.” I added with a wink. “The thing you have to keep in mind is that, everything he does to me, he does because I want him to. Each time I disobey him, well most of the times I do, I’m doing it willingly to be punished you know what I mean?”

  “Oh… yeah that makes sense.” She laughed nervously. “What about the slapping?”

  “I like a small slap to the face here and there, he never does it harder than I like though, he isn’t back handing me or anything.”

  “What about being tied up? Doesn’t that hurt?” She asked, her eyes flicked to my wrists, which were red, but the skin wasn’t bruised.

  “It can, if the ropes are tied too tight, but Aden knows that I like mine to be a little loose, and I like to be restrained, because I like to be forced to come sometimes.” I added.

  “Are you ever afraid he might really hurt you?” She asked as her finger circled the rim of her mug.

  “No, Aden knows how to control himself. He isn’t a raging lunatic; he’s playing a role with me. BDSM has so many forms, and so many variations, but the bottom line is that it is all up to the couple. What their boundaries are how often they do it, what they each like and don’t like. Safe words…”

  “Why did you safe word him tonight?” She asked, meeting my gaze now.

  “I wanted to show you that it is ok to safe word when you need to, or if something is uncomfortable. It doesn’t ruin it; it lets him know without breaking the fun, the scenario. You use the safe word; he stops, makes sure you’re ok and want more, and then continues. It doesn’t mean everything ceases. We also have a safe sound for when I am gagged or can’t form a word, if he’s tying me too tight I use it and he loosens immediately without breaking the role play. The most important thing to remember is that the submissive is always in control of the situation. We make the rules, the boundaries, if you don’t like something, don’t do it.” I shrugged.

  “How do you feel now?” She asked.

  “Sore, tired, but delicious.” I grinned at her.

  “How long has it been?”

  “Well, when I came home on leave for my birthday I guess.”

  “Do you guys do it often?”

  “Depends, I get stressed out a lot, my anxiety get’s the better of me, I feel like I’m spinning out of control. This makes that feeling stop. When I let myself go, relax, and let Aden make all my decisions for me for an hour or two, it melts all the stress away. It’s like a therapy session.”

  “It looked like you were intoxicated, like he slipped something into your drink.” She laughed.

  “It feels that way. All the adrenaline, the excitement, the pleasure and pain mixed, it’s like a drug to me. I revel in it.”

  “I noticed. You were incredibly sexy, and Aden, wow. What a display of… I don’t even know.”

  “Masculinity… When he gets that way it’s like… like he is nothing but raw, sensual power. It is so thrilling to be made to feel so feminine, by someone who is so masculine.” I said.

  “Yes, it’s incredible. How did you guys learn about this?”

  “Craving mostly. A smack to the ass here, hand around a throat there. Then over time we just started to be interested in more, we knew basics, you know, you hear rumors about BDSM all the time and we just decided to look into it and pick and choose what we liked and what we didn’t. After that, I guess, just a lot of experimenting. I mean we aren’t experts by any stretch of the means, I mean there are people who have full on dungeons in their basements and stuff. We are still very new to all of this.” Finished with my tea, I rose to wash my mug, my thigh muscles aching like I’d just ran a marathon.

  “I know, but I’d rather learn from you, because I trust you.” She smiled, for a second and then continued. “I felt like, even though he was telling you to do things in such a demanding way, you weren’t afraid.”

  “I’m not afraid of Aden. This isn’t fear. Aden takes me to my limits, but never exceeds them, I trust him to control me, without losing control of himself.”

  “Has he ever hurt you before?”

  “Other than nipple clamps being pulled too far, or maybe a cramp in my leg when I’m roped up, no.” I said with a wink.

  Christie and I both laughed.

  “Thank you.” She said suddenly.

  “For what?”

  “For letting me and Alex into your world.” Tears were in her eyes.

  “It’s ok. Everything is going to be fine.” I soothed.

  “I don’t want to do this anymore.” Her voice was barely a whisper as she covered her thin cut on her wrist with her palm, chin quivering.

  “I know you don’t sweetie.” I stood beside her barstool and hugged her tight against me. My soul sister, who had been so damaged by someone who should have given her everything, in that moment I prayed that this would break whatever urge it was she had to harm herself.

  “When I found out he was released, I started doing it again. Alex told me I had to stop hurting myself because he couldn’t stand to see it. He started going to these meetings with Aden, once or twice a week they would go out in the evening and they’d be gone until nearly midnight, sometimes later. He never told me what they were doing except that it was some sort of member’s only thing.” She wiped her nose with her hand as she stood to wash her mug, and then placed it in the strainer.

  “One night, Alex asked me what I thought about sex, with submission. I told him I didn’t know much about it except what I had learned from you. I wanted to try it, we talked about trying it so many times but it just never happened.” She sighed.

  “I think Aden and Alex were having a pretty deep conversation a little while ago.” I told her, hoping to distract her from unpleasant memories before bed.

  “I think so too, I couldn’t hear most of it from the kitchen, but Alex was asking a lot of questions. He’s worried about actually hurting me.”

  “Aden will help him.” I said with a smile. “And, Aden is good.” I added with a wink.

  “Would you show him?” She asked, not making eye contact with me.

  “Show him what?”

  “Show him how.”

  “Well, I can, but I think Aden will be better for that, they understand each other more and they’re such great friends. I’m sure it’d be more comfortable for him with Aden.”

  “No,” she said quietly, looking up to me, her green eyes filled with what looked like concern. “Will you show him, by…” She cast her eyes away from me.

  “You want me to sub for Alex?” I nearly fell off my barstool.

  “Well, not really. Just show him. You know, so he can feel it.”

  “I don’t know… I don’t know how Aden would feel about me having sex with Alex, and I’m not so sure I’d want to…”

  “What about not doing the sexual part?”

  “Well, that’s probably what will happen as Aden shows him anyway. I’d be more than happy to be demonstrated on,” I laughed “But I don’t know about sex with Alex.”

&nbs
p; “Well, that’s a relief I have to say.” She grinned.

  “What if Alex doesn’t want to try on me, what if he wants to try on you?” I asked her, wanting to make sure she understood that more than likely he would want to be with his woman, and not me.

  “Will you be there with me?” She asked.

  “If you want me to be.”

  “Then I wouldn’t mind. I’m just so nervous about being seen that way by Aden, I’d feel more comfortable with you there too.” She glanced nervously at her fingers.

  “I understand.”

  “I’m so beat, I’m sure you’re exhausted too. See you in the morning.” She said with a yawn. “It really means a lot to me what you did tonight. Thanks for helping with my questions too.”

  “Any time.” I said.

  ***

  When I slid between the sheets next to Aden, he turned to face me, he pulled me close to him, caressing my cheek and staring intently into my eyes.

  “I need to tell you something.” He said, and the tone of his voice instantly made my stomach lurch.

  “What is it?” I asked, searching his eyes.

  “After you visited for your birthday, I met this girl at a bar. I was drinking… a lot. I missed you, and I was angry that you ever enlisted. I ended up going home with her, and…” He looked down, swallowed hard and I saw his jaw clench.

  “What? Tell me.” My throat was tight with my need to hold back my tears, terrified to hear what I already knew in my heart. This was the girl he had been with while I was gone.

  “She was a sub.” He whispered, and looked down.

  I nodded, blinking back my tears, trying not to let my anger get to me, or my jealousy, but most importantly, the pain. How could he?

  “How many times?” I finally formed the words.

  “A few.”

  “Did you love her?” Just saying the words felt like having a hot torch shoved down my throat.

  “No.” He said, looking into my eyes again.

  I nodded again. Not sure what to say, wanting to take my heart into my own hands and soothe the pain in my chest. I tried desperately to swallow the lump in my throat, so I could try to speak to him, but the pain wouldn’t go away.