A Passionate Discovery (Self-Discovery Series)

by Brooke, T

  "That will never do, my dear," Jason told her. "I know you want to please me, but my desires run dark tonight so I must bind you. You must not move without my permission." He stepped away from the table to retrieve several red silk scarves.

  She was aching to have him touch her; the play was more intense than she would have ever believed and it left her filled with desire. Moaning softly she lifted her hips off the table. "Please, Sir," she whimpered, her need obvious.

  Smiling, he moved to the head of the table, where he tied one end of a scarf around her wrist, and then secured the other end to a small metal loop at the top of the table. "You will be begging to end this before we finish, my dear," he said as he bound her other wrist.

  Carla felt her body tense at his words. She was suddenly afraid, and couldn't help wondering what he meant. Feeling oddly like she wasn’t in the same time and place any longer, she struggled against her bonds.

  Apprehensively, she watched as Jason pulled metal stirrups from the ends of the table. They looked very much like the ones in her gynecologist's office, and her face burned at the thought of how humiliating those visits were. What did he plan to do to her? She wondered nervously, biting her lip.

  Lifting her legs into the stirrups one at a time he tied her thighs to the cool metal of the stirrups. A second scarf secured each ankle to the stirrups, leaving her with her legs spread wide.

  When he was finished tying her up Jason reached beneath Carla to drop the end of the table below her legs. It left her with her ass hanging half off the table, which she was uncomfortably away of.

  "So beautiful, my dear; I'm itching to drink from you here." He stroked his finger down her thigh until he reached her womanhood, where he tapped her clit. "I can't wait to see your reaction to the feel of my teeth as they pierce your skin."

  Was he going to really bite her? Her heart raced, and she wasn't sure if it was in terror or longing. He pushed a single digit deep inside her and her thoughts moved away from terror and centered on her desire; she didn't care what he did as long as he let her cum.

  This was their wildest night yet, she thought with a groan of longing as he began fucking her with his finger. When he pulled his finger from her aching flesh she cried out softly in disappointment.

  He walked back to the head of the table, smiling evilly, she would not soon forget this night, he was going to make sure of that. "I love the emotion in your beautiful eyes, my dear, but now I must hinder your sight." He pulled out the last red sash and secured it over her eyes. "I would never want your eyes to be disturbed by my hideous nature." Lowering his lips he kissed her cheek.

  Though the sash was thick enough to cut off most of her sight, she could see he had turned on the lights in the dungeon. That made her think things were over, which seemed very sudden, but when he made no move to free her she realized he must have something else in mind.

  She could hear all sorts of noises, but lacked the ability to identify them without her eyes to help her. All she could do was lie there, and wait nervously to find out what was going to happen.

  Jason left her on the table, knowing that without sight she would have no way of knowing what he was doing. He couldn't help wondering how she was going to react to the lack of input to her senses, not to mention what he was about to do to her.

  Walking into the changing room he washed his hands thoroughly in steaming hot water, and then dried them. That done he returned to the main room, where he collected the things he would need. A stool went between Carla's parted thighs, and within easy reach he set up a tray on another stool.

  The site of her pink flesh had his tongue aching to delve deep inside and he allowed himself the pleasure. He suckled her clit, biting down lightly, pleased by the soft moan that escaped her lips. His tongue darted in, wanting her body to be aching with desire before he finished their play.

  With unhurried movements his tongue teased and retreated, keeping her just on the brink of orgasm without letting her find release.

  Finally stopping he took a small q-tip from his tray and slowly slid it under the hood of her clit, pleased at the amount of tissue there. She arched her hips off the table, thinking he was still pleasuring her. "Do not move, my dear, or I will be forced to punish you. Do you understand?" His tone was harsh, not because he was displeased by her reaction, but because it was imperative she remained still.

  "Yes, Sir," she whimpered, knowing it was going to take every ounce of self-control she possessed to keep herself still. Her body was strung so tight with the need to release that she was ready to cry.

  He opened the bottle of Betadine and slowly began squirting it over her tender folds. She gasped at the coolness, but he was impressed to see that her hips remained still. "Good girl," he said, dropping out of character and speaking in his normal voice.

  He had been trained to do what he was preparing Carla for by a Master, many years ago. While it was not a difficult task, it did require skill, and the co-operation of the person it was being done to.

  "I'm going to bite you now, remember to keep very still." He had no intention of actually biting her, but since she would feel what he was about to do he wanted her to think he was biting her.

  Taking the NRT off the sterile tray he lifted the hood of her clit, and with one quick movement pierced her. Her cry of surprise was not one of true pain, and he was pleased he still had the ability to do it with precision; it had been a while since he had done it.

  Carla couldn't believe he had actually bitten her; the pain was minimal, and faded quickly, but it still wasn't a pleasurable experience. There was a burning sensation in her clit, and she felt as though there was some strange foreign object attached to her.

  She was a little bewildered by his strange idea of play, and more than a little curious to know what he had actually done to her.

  "You were such a good girl, sweetheart," he told her. Taking up a q-tip he drenched it with antiseptic and then cleaned the new piercing carefully. She would be thrilled by the way it felt when they made love, he was sure; several submissives over the years had told him it was one of the best things they'd ever had done.

  Carla wiggled her hips at the strange sensations Jason was generating down there. She didn't know what he had done, or what he was doing then, but she felt as if there was something lodged in that part of the body. She wanted to tear the blindfold off and look to see what was going on, she couldn't though, not with her arms bound.

  When he had finished cleaning her Jason took off the scarf covering her eyes. "I want you to look at something, sweetheart." He smiled and moved back to the bottom of the table, picking up a large mirror from the tray he positioned it between her legs.

  Lifting her head so she could see what Jason was showing her, Carla could only look in stunned disbelief at the curved jewelry that was now embedded in the hood of her clitoris. Seeing the piercing she found herself wondering if she wouldn’t have preferred it if he had bitten her instead. "What have you done, Sir?" she asked, stunned.

  "Trust me, sweetheart, you'll love how this makes you feel, and if you don't, we'll take it out; it will heal quickly and no-one will be able to see that you had it done." He could see by the look in her eyes that she didn't quite believe that she would love it. To prove his point he lightly tugged at the piercing, making her gasp in pleasure and pain. "It will be nothing but pleasure in a few days, baby."

  She was floored by the sensations brought on the slight tug, and had to admit that it did feel good, despite her doubts. "So will we be able to, well you know, Sir?" The thought of having to wait to have him fill her was agonizing.

  Jason chuckled, pleased that she was not upset. "Yes, my horny little angel, we can still fuck." He knew he should have asked her permission before piercing her, she could have safe worded her way out of it if she decided not to go through with it. It was a liberty he didn't feel bad for taking though, if she hated it she could remove it and the hole would close up. "We just need to remember to keep this extremely clean
for the next few weeks," he told her. "After we have sex you have to disinfect it. I have all the stuff we need to use here."

  He laughed as she blushed and quickly untied the scarves that bound her to the table. He was eager to take her upstairs and test out his new gift and he moved around the dungeon, blowing out the candles while Carla got off the table.

  The strange object between her legs grew less painful by the second, and she was amazed that it didn't hurt more. Getting her ears pierced had actually hurt worse, which surprised her. Standing at the side of the table she reached down to gingerly feel the piercing. She could tell it was there, even when she wasn't touching it, but it wasn't uncomfortable.

  "I think my girl likes her gift." Jason joined her at the table.

  "Your girl does, Sir, she really likes it; I liked the make believe tonight as well." She was blushing and giggling as he lifted her into his arms and carried her out of the dungeon and up to his room.

  Reaching the bedroom he lowered her to her feet as soon as they were through the door. "Get on your knees, baby, I can't wait a minute longer to fuck you." He stripped quickly and put on a condom.

  Carla hastily scrambled up onto the bed, not wanting to wait any longer either. She had been driven nearly crazy by his teasing down in the dungeon and she was eager for satisfaction.

  Two fingers slid into her from behind and he gently inched them in and out, making sure she was ready for him. Grasping her hips in his hands he slowly slid home until his head touched her cervix. He ached to pound into her core, knowing he was deeper inside her than he'd ever been, but he resisted and rode her slowly.

  "You have no idea how good you feel wrapped around my cock," he told her, sliding his hand around her hip and down between her legs to her new jewelry. He tapped it lightly as he continued to pump in and out of her, establishing a rhythm that sent little jolts of pleasure through her.

  Carla felt her orgasm building, driven by the feeling of him so deep inside of her that it was almost too much. It was multiplied by his manipulations of her new piercing. "Sir, please!" she gasped, unable to help the scream that escaped her lips.

  "Cum, baby, cum hard for me." Jason increased his stroke as her tight folds clenched him like a vice.

  Her release was like a trigger for his orgasm and he came with an intensity he had never before experienced. For the first time he actually blacked out for a second; when he came to he marveled at what his girl was able to make him feel.

  After allowing themselves a short while to regain their breath after their exertions, they made their way into the shower. Jason paid close attention to the new piercing he had given Carla, cleaning both it and her thoroughly. When he was done he knelt to place a small kiss on the cool metal.

  He'd had sex with many women over the years, from all walks of life. Almost all of them had vastly more experience than Carla, but somehow the angel with him gave him a release like he'd never known before.

  As they crawled into bed and Carla drifted off to sleep Jason wrapped her in his arms. There was something indefinably special about her, he thought, and he was determined that he would brand her his. He drifted off to sleep considering ways in which to accomplish it.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Carla drove home the next morning excited about the trip she would be taking in a few hours. She'd never been to Mexico, and the thought of enjoying herself on the beaches had her wishing the time would pass quicker.

  The moment she was through the door of her dorm room she began packing, throwing everything she could find into the luggage Jason had bought for her. She had barely finished when she tipped the luggage up and dumped everything back out onto her bed.

  Deciding she needed to be sensible she left the bedroom and made herself a coffee, not returning until she had finished it.

  Back in the bedroom Carla looked down on the jumbled mess of clothing on her bed. With fresh eyes it was clear to her that she wouldn't need everything she had originally packed. She was only going away for a couple of days, and a number of the items before her, while suitable for New York, were not appropriate for Mexico.

  Sorting through her clothes she picked out enough items to last her a couple of days, no matter what she and Jason got up to. She didn’t have a clue what he had planned for them, and wanted to be prepared for every eventuality.

  As she packed for a second time Carla thought back on the previous two nights. It seemed as if the intensity of her time with Jason was changing; if the rest of the ten nights were as incredible as those she had already enjoyed, she knew she was going to have a hard time not accepting his offer.

  The thought of being labeled a slave didn't sit well with her conscience, nor did the thought of being treated like one, but sharing nights like those she had already enjoyed with Jason definitely held some appeal.

  Carla's mind was still drifting through remembrances when Scarlett walked into the room, startling her. "I'm really sorry for jumping on you yesterday," she said, her eyes pleading for forgiveness. "You're a grown woman, and you can make your own decisions. It's just…we've been friends for a long time now, and you're my best friend; I hate to think of you getting hurt." She had done a lot of thinking since the previous evening; she wasn't happy about the situation between Carla and Jason, but had come to realize that if the shoe had been on the other foot, she would have been livid with Carla and probably would have reacted much worse than her friend had

  "Scarlett, you're my best friend, and I think of you like a sister; I understand you're just worried, but this is what I want. I hope you can understand that and give me your blessing." Carla didn't want to fight with her friend, she had too much love in her heart for her, despite that, she knew she had to stand up for what she wanted, no matter what the consequences might end up being.

  "I overstepped my boundaries, honey, I'm sorry. To prove just how much I plan on supporting you in this, I'm going with you and Jason." She saw the look of confusion in Carla's face and hurried to explain. "Daniel called and asked if I would like to spend the weekend at the resort; of course I said yes, and he told me we would all go together.

  "Think of the fun we can have when the boys are off doing business, or whatever it is they're going there to do." Laughing and smiling Scarlett threw her arms around her friend.

  Carla couldn't help but smile as well, her friend's enthusiasm was infectious and she quickly hugged her back. Just like that the argument of the previous day was forgotten. It was always like that with them, they didn't argue often, and when they did it was forgotten quickly.

  "I'm so glad you're coming, Scarlett. I had no idea what I was going to do with myself while Jason is occupied, and from the sounds of it he's going to be pretty busy down there." When they woke that morning Jason had told her that he probably wouldn't have much time to spend with her during the day while they were in Mexico, he would be working, so she would be left to her own devices. It was a thought that had daunted her, being alone in a strange place, but knowing that her best friend was going to be there with her made it an adventure.

  "We'll have a wonderful time, you'll love it there. Especially if he has to work so we have the days to ourselves. We can sunbathe, swim, go shopping, enjoy drinks by the pool, whatever we like. And if we get bored of all that, we can just go exploring.

  "Daniel took me down to the resort once before, but we didn't get to do half the things I wanted to," Scarlett said with a wink that made Carla blush, despite everything she had seen and done the last few days. "Are you packed yet?" she asked, looking at the luggage and piles of clothes on the bed.

  Carla laughed. "Just about; I was so excited I packed everything, then I threw it all out of the cases and started again. I think I've packed the right stuff now."

  "Well I'm ready to go, my stuff is packed, so why don't I have a quick check of your stuff. I can tell you if you've packed anything you won't need, or you need something you haven't packed."

  "Great, thanks, hon."

  "Did Jason t
ell you we're going down on the company plane? No? Well you're going to love it." Scarlett was a bundle of nervous energy as she opened Carla's luggage and went through it quickly.

  The new cell phone buzzed while Scarlett was sorting through the luggage, taking out some things and putting others in. Grabbing it up Carla opened the text message from Jason. "My driver will be there in 20 minutes to pick you and Scarlett up, my meeting has pushed up to an earlier time and we need to leave sooner than I thought, RH."

  "Good thing we're both packed," she told Scarlett, "Jason said to be ready in twenty minutes." She was glad things were getting moved up; she was so excited she couldn't seem to stand still. She was sure she would burst a blood vessel or something if she didn't contain herself.

  "I'll grab my bags; there's a few things you need, but nothing you can't get at the resort so I wouldn't worry about it," Scarlett said doing her friend's luggage up again. "Shall we wait out front? It's gorgeous outside and I really don't want to be cooped up inside."

  "Sounds like a plan." Carla nodded, not sure what things she needed, though she imagined Scarlett would tell her when they got there, if she didn't figure it out for herself. Grabbing her purse she picked up the cases and followed her friend out into the hall.

  While Scarlett crossed to her dorm room to fetch her own luggage Carla locked the door of her room. Her heart was racing as she and Scarlett finally made it outside to sit at one of the cement benches on the campus lawn, and she did her best to calm her excitement, knowing she still had hours to go before they would reach the resort.

  Jason had sent the limo to pick them up and when it arrived they quickly slid into the rear while the driver dealt with their luggage. Scarlett immediately poured them both a glass of wine from the bottle on ice. "Here's to a great weekend," she toasted with a giggle, clinking her glass against Carla's.