by BJ Wane
Marc turned her around, his hands firm on her slender shoulders, and glared down into her startled, aroused face. “Don’t ever lie to your dom, Cassie. This lifestyle isn’t for you if you can’t at least be honest about what you like and what you don’t. Your body doesn’t lie. Do you want me to reach under your skirt to check for myself?”
The poor girl looked around in frantic embarrassment before hissing, “You wouldn’t!”
So, the timid little mouse had a little spitfire in her, much to his amusement and pleasure. “I would unless you give me an honest answer or use your safeword.”
“Fine,” she snapped. “I’m wet. Are you satisfied?”
“Not yet, but I hope to be once I have you under me.” The flare of excited heat in her eyes from his blunt, honest reply sent an answering flame of heat straight down to his cock, encouraging him to push her more than he knew he should a newbie. His eyes on hers, Marc took her hands and pulled them behind her, holding them with a firm grip while he lowered the strap of her tank top, baring her right breast with his other hand. The sounds of slapping flesh, heavy grunts, and soft cries came from the couple behind them as Marc lowered his head and wrapped his lips around a taut nipple. When she pushed into his mouth, he knew she was with him, knew watching the other couple had heightened her senses and lowered her guard even though she couldn’t admit it.
Switching from lips to teeth, he nibbled on her nipple then bit it lightly before laving the sting with his tongue. He held her breast cupped in his palm, surprised at the soft fullness as he kneaded her plump flesh and suckled her tight, cherry pink nipple. Fuck, he thought as his cock demanded attention. When had the simple act of sucking a woman’s breast turned him on so much? Her soft cries and restless body fueled his desire, and he had to force himself to let go of his delectable treat and pull back a little before he scared her off.
Her eyes were wide and dazed when he released her, her lip pinched between small white teeth as she expelled her breath on a heavy pant. “You make it easy to forget you’re new to this,” he sighed, covering her breast. “Come on, dance with me.”
The switch from a clamoring, fast beat to a quiet slow tune played into his plans as he drew her unresisting body into his arms. With her in flat shoes, her head barely reached his shoulders, but she still felt just right in his arms. When her arms slipped around his neck, he cupped her buttocks and held her against his groin, letting her feel how much he desired her and where this could lead if she wanted.
Lifting her head, her tentative look couldn’t disguise the arousal in those expressive eyes. “Sir?”
“Soon, darlin’. Tell me about yourself, what do you do when you’re not accepting dares from your friend?”
“I’m a high school English teacher and I love to bake. What do you do when you’re not doing…” she waved her arm around them, “this?”
“I own a vacation lodge in Colorado and do this.” He used his head to indicate the room’s activities, more pleased with her by the minute. Her shyness and uncertainty hadn’t sent her fleeing yet, which he took as a positive sign.
“How old are you, sir?”
Marc lowered his head to her ear, whispering, “Only eight years older than you, Cassie, but decades older when it comes to experience. Are you sure you want to continue this night with me?” As difficult as it would be, he would let her go if she wasn’t sure. He needed her to be sure with a desperation bordering on insane, given their short acquaintance.
Cassie gave him a direct look before surprising him with her candid reply. “I wanted you the minute I entered this room and saw you. You haven’t done anything to make me change my mind.”
Praying he wasn’t making a colossal mistake and could contain his more dominant urges, Marc grabbed her hand and pulled her to the stairs leading up to the private rooms, hoping like hell one was available. He knew he was rushing her, moving way too fast for a beginner, but he couldn’t seem to help himself. Much to his relief, he found an empty room with a king-size bed he couldn’t wait to see her sprawled on. With any luck, he would get her to come so many times tonight she’d be happy to return tomorrow night and be brave enough to try something new.
“Do you trust me, darlin’?” he asked her when he turned back from securing the door to find her chewing her bottom lip.
“I just met you.”
Away from the overstimulating sights downstairs, her self-preservation had kicked in, the worried look she cast at the closed door a dead giveaway. “It’s not locked. Master Wade doesn’t allow locked doors for safety reasons. I assumed you’d want privacy for your first time here. If I’m wrong, we can go back downstairs.”
Panic and a hint of excitement crossed her face with the quick shake of her head, that glorious mane of red-gold hair flying around her shoulders. “Oh, no, please, sir. I want to stay here.”
“Good enough. Since I don’t want to put you in a position where you have to lie to me, I won’t ask you again if you trust me. Let me just reassure you that you can. Now, strip.” Arms crossed over his chest, his kept his gaze as direct as his order. The instant puckering of her nipples revealed how much his dominance turned her on.
She wasn’t a very neat little sub, he thought with amusement as she tossed each garment onto the chair in the corner along with her sandals. When she stood before him naked, a blush tingeing her cheeks, he damn near came in his pants. She had the prettiest breasts, soft and round, nipples a pale pink. The small roundness of her stomach and patch of neatly trimmed red-gold curls between her shapely legs delighted him.
Reining in his lust, he went to the closet and found a spreader bar, just what he needed. Showing it to her, he asked, “Do you know what this is?”
“Y-yes,” she stammered. “What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to see if a little pain stimulates you.” Kneeling, he attached the cuffs on the end of the bar to her ankles, leaving her legs spread eighteen inches apart. “Relax.” Smiling at her, he sat on the edge of the bed and drew her slowly over his lap, adjusting her so her head hung down with her ass propped up. “Comfortable?” he asked, running his hand over her rounded buttocks.
Peering up at him through the cascade of her hair, she sputtered, “No!”
Marc smacked her cheek, admonishing, “No, what?”
“No, sir.”
“Let me see if I can take your mind off your uncomfortable position.” He smacked her again, a little harder, and then ran one finger down her slit, pleased with the dampness he encountered. “I think you rather like this position.” She cried out with the next two smacks, but another check of her pussy revealed her pleasure at the stimulating pain. Alternating between slapping her buttocks and fingering her warm, wet sheath, he brought her to a fever pitch. Her cries were sounds of pain, but when she lifted her ass for each swat, she told him without words she wanted more of that pain and the obvious pleasure it gave her.
Nothing turned Marc on more than the sight of a wriggling red ass, and Cassie’s was no exception. Her buttocks warmed under his hand, a heat he found reciprocated in her pussy each time her warm, damp walls closed around his finger. When he felt the ripples of small contractions heralding her climax, he smacked her ass harder while paying attention to her swollen, needy clit. She screamed as she came, her hips grinding against his thighs, her buttocks jiggling along with her spasming pussy.
He waited for her cries to turn to whimpers and her hips to settle then soothed her buttocks with alternating soft caresses and light, palming squeezes while continuing to stroke her pussy. She was so tight he had to work patiently as he slowly slid two fingers into her core, which inflamed him more, made him want to get inside her faster.
Reaching down, he released the spreader bar and turned her over on his lap, cuddling her shaking body against him. Her tears of submission and the pleasure/pain she received from it endeared her to him in a way he hadn’t seen coming.
“Tell me, darlin’,” he insisted when she had calmed
down from what he suspected was the best orgasm she’d ever had, “have you ever come like that before?”
Cassie turned her face into his shoulder, her body still shuddering with pleasure. “No, sir. Never.”
“Good girl. For being so honest even though it embarrassed you, I’m going to reward you. Up on the bed now.”
She watched him out of wary eyes as he lifted her right arm and attached her wrist to a cuff before moving to secure her left one. She tugged once on the restraints, and a panicked look replaced the blissful afterglow of her climax. But before she could demand to be let go or say her safeword, Marc held her face between his palms and kissed her, using his mouth to soothe her fears. It took only moments for her to relax and begin kissing him back, for her body to strain against his in a silent plea for more.
“Better?” he asked when he lifted his mouth from hers.
“Yes, much, sir.”
As he stripped out of his clothes he couldn’t explain the desperation clawing at him to get inside her, claim her before another dom discovered what a treasure she was. It made no sense, he thought as he covered her body with his. He was in Omaha for the weekend then returning to his home in the Colorado Mountains. He wanted to return home, eager to get back to the peace of his quiet mountain and away from the bustling noise and constant activity of the big city. His feelings, the panicking sensation of sinking and going down fast every time he looked into her guileless blue eyes made no sense. But as he slid between her legs and into her tight, welcoming sheath and heard her small cry of pleasure, he couldn’t stop the out-of-control spiral of sensations bombarding him from all angles.
Chapter Two
“Marc. Am I welcome or would you rather I left?” Heart hammering, Cassie’s pulse had begun racing at just one look from the man who had changed her life in several, irrevocable ways.
“What are you doing here?” he demanded, his tone every bit as bitter as the emotions reflected in his eyes. Shock and anger at her unexpected arrival glittered like shards of glass in his green, accusing glare.
It had taken every bit of her nerve to come here tonight and face him, which left her vulnerable and nerveless in the face of his anger. He had changed little in two years and neither had her feelings for him. He still scared her, and he could still arouse her with a simple look from those enigmatic green eyes. She’d never forgotten him, never forgiven herself for fleeing from him like a naïve virgin, and had never come close to experiencing the pleasure he could give her with someone else. Watching the two men with one woman a few moments ago had in fact excited her, a complete reversal of how she had felt when Marc had tried to introduce her to ménage. Her initial response tonight had been shock, but the longer she watched, the more she saw. The men were gentle, their movements coordinated to bring the other woman nothing but pleasure, making Cassie long to be on the receiving end of such focused attention. She could have had that once, from Marc. But she had been too inexperienced to see what he offered her wasn’t a betrayal, but a gift.
“You told me once I’d be welcome to visit you anytime if I was ever in Colorado. I’m sorry, I should’ve called before I drove out here.” She turned, needing to flee from the unwelcome look on his face, only to be brought up short by the clasp of his hand on her arm.
With a sigh of irritation, he muttered, “Upstairs with me. Now.”
“You said I would always be welcome. Did you mean it?” she got up the nerve to ask him as he led her into a spacious loft apartment at the top of the stairs.
Marc winced. At the time he had meant those words. He would have said anything, done anything, to erase the look of betrayal on her face their third night together. After she had refused all attempts from him to get hold of her after that night, he had resigned himself to having failed at the one relationship that could have mattered to him. Why now? And just what did she want from him? Both questions fueled his annoyance and concern over the impossible position she had put him in.
Releasing her once they entered the loft, he glared down into her flushed, lightly freckled face, and knew right away he was in trouble. Dressed in a short blue skirt with a matching bustier, there was a maturity about her that had been lacking two years ago, and God help him, he found her even more appealing.
“Yes, I meant it. But for God’s sake, Cassie! That was two fucking years ago. I haven’t heard a word from you since you took my one call and ended it by telling me not to contact you again.” He recalled how much those words hurt and hardened himself against succumbing to those guileless blue eyes again, regardless of the temptation.
Cassie knew this would be difficult, but after learning he was still single, she hadn’t planned, she’d just acted. It had taken her two months and a stroke of good luck to get here, and she refused to give up without a fight. “I’m sorry. I should’ve let you know I was coming, but I didn’t want to give you a chance to talk me out of it.” Swallowing her pride, she looked at him with earnest openness. “I wanted a chance with you again so much I…” She was hesitant to tell him the extremes she had gone to in order to prepare herself for seeing him again. “I didn’t think about how you might feel about seeing me again.”
Marc had to fight to rein in his roiling emotions: anger at her for once again throwing his life and his feelings into turmoil; annoyance with himself for discovering he hadn’t gotten over their short time together like he thought he had; and royally pissed at finding he could still want her so much he could forgive her without hesitation, ready to pick up where they had left off all those months ago. She wanted a chance with him again, did she? He wondered how much she wanted it, and how much she had matured.
Stepping forward, he backed her against the wall, bracing his hands on either side of her as he stared down into her wary face. “You want a chance with me again, Cassie?” he asked, keeping his tone deceptively soft. “Show me how much you want that chance, how much you want me.”
Stunned at how right this felt, how right he felt when his mouth swooped down and took hers in a hard, wet kiss, Cassie sank into him, clung to his voracious mouth, her lips molding to his, her mouth opening without hesitation for the damp exploration of his tongue. Moaning, she leaned into him, her hands clutching his shoulders as she kissed him back with all the longing she’d tried and failed to suppress since seeing him last. When he moved to untie the top of her bustier and bare her breasts, she didn’t attempt to stop him, grateful for his quick action. She didn’t want either of them to have time to think, only to feel.
He cupped her breasts in his palms, squeezed her plump softness and pinched her nipples into stiff peaks, the acute pleasure spiraling down to her sheath. Dipping his dark head, he sucked her right nipple between his lips, laving it with his tongue and giving the left a tight pinch. She had to grip his shoulders to keep her balance as she gave a slight push toward his mouth, a silent plea for more. Reaching under her short skirt, he ripped the thong from her hips, surprising a gasp from her as he sought her core. She shuddered when he stroked the bare flesh of her labia, his low, guttural tone as much a turn-on as his exploring fingers.
“Fuck. What did you do with those pretty red-gold curls?”
“I heard men like it when women shave there,” she whispered, unable to prevent the spread of heated mortification up her face. “I had it waxed a few days ago.”
Marc explored the swollen, denuded folds before slipping between them with ease. “You heard right, darlin’, but I did like those pretty curls.” Relief at finding her sheath soaking wet made him lightheaded and heightened his urgency to feel her slick walls hugging his cock again, but his passion in response to her didn’t sit well with him.
Struggling to set aside his irritation at her unexpected arrival, he turned her toward the wall, pulled her hips back and shoved her feet apart. Grabbing her hands, he braced her palms against the wall where his had been. “Don’t move.” Flipping up her skirt, he swatted her ass as he released his cock before common sense and caution overruled his bod
y.
“Oh, God,” Cassie groaned, lowering her head between her arms, lifting her butt for his next swat, embracing the familiar burn, ecstatic her response to the blistering pain was just as she remembered. One hard, callused palm pressed against her stomach while he belabored her buttocks with the other, his swats coming faster, harder, his concentration on her butt exciting, his silence unnerving.
Her sharp cry following a painful slap on the sensitive skin of the under curve of her right cheek echoed in the loft, the harsh intake of his breathing sending a shiver down her spine.
“Please, Marc,” she whispered, wishing she could see his face yet glad she couldn’t. But her conflicting, roiling thoughts couldn’t compete with the pleasurable heat he took his time building across her butt, the throbbing of her abused flesh spiraling between her legs to be reciprocated in remembered pleasure.
Marc could no more ignore her desperate plea than he could continue to ignore his own demanding need. Grabbing her hips with both hands, he sank into her wet heat, the slick, welcome clasp of her vaginal walls and the enticing view of her bright red ass bringing him to a fever pitch in seconds. Giving in to his body’s demands, he pounded into her, ignoring the taunting little voice calling him a sap.
Much more than she had ever expected, Cassie met each hard thrust with acceptance, her body convulsing in spasm after spasm of pleasure so fast she couldn’t tell when one orgasm ended and the next began. The wall swam before her tear-filled vision as she relished the pleasure she remembered and had despaired of ever experiencing again.
Marc eased his grip on her hips, hoping she wouldn’t be sporting bruises there tomorrow. His senses reeled with the force of his climax and he blamed the last few celibate hours watching others for his unwanted response. Pulling out of her snug pussy brought reality crashing back.
“I need a drink,” he muttered, turning away from the look of sated pleasure on her face as she turned around, a look he had never forgotten. “Want anything?”
