by Desiree Holt
Yes! He’ll start with the paddle, bringing that sweet pain to my ass and thighs that I crave and creeping up into my pussy!
She shivered in anticipation.
When she’d done as he asked, he reached over her head to two manacles hanging from chains, pulled them down and fastened one around each wrist.
“Now your feet. Apart.”
He nudged the inside of her ankles to achieve the space he desired. She heard him move away then he was back. Cold metal bracelets were now locked around each thigh with a bar between them to maintain her position. The spreader. It left her so defenceless that he could do with her as he wished. The thought send a fresh spate of liquid surging through her pussy. She’d tried to analyse her reaction to it and had come to a conclusion. She could make herself that vulnerable because it was obvious he needed it from her, and in giving him that she had a measure of control. It seemed only with Micah had she finally understood the meaning of ‘power exchange’.
“You know how much I love the spreader.” He was back to the chill of his Dom voice. “You’re such a little slut I can’t allow you to rub your thighs together or do anything to relieve the desire in your pussy. Even when I release you from these instruments you will keep your thighs apart at all times. Understood?”
Her inner tease, rather than giving him the answer he expected, had her saying, “I will try.”
“Try?” He actually laughed. “I’d say you need something to remind you that you need to do more than try.”
The carpet was so thick she didn’t hear him move but he must have retrieved the paddle because without warning it thwacked on her ass, a hard smack of leather that made her flinch, even as heat rose within her. She curled her fingers into her palms and took a deep breath just as the next blow landed. She welcomed the pain, her pheromones exploding with joy.
Her breath caught in her throat and her body jerked as the leather continued to slap against her ass and the backs of her thighs. Her pussy throbbed in response, hungry for something to fill it. She bit her lip, knowing that part of Micah’s pleasure came from denying her an orgasm for as long as possible.
Ten strokes. She counted them. That was always the number he started with. Later, when he changed to other instruments, he would vary the number, never telling her how many to expect. He liked the uncertainty it gave her.
When the last thwack of the paddle fell she heard the sound of it landing on the floor. Then he was behind her, his body pressing against her, the rough fabric abrading her very sore ass. He smoothed his hand over her curves, pinching lightly, letting out a small laugh when she jumped.
“It pleases me to see you enjoy the pain.” His voice was low and deep and rumbled through her body. “I know how hot it makes you.”
As if to emphasise his words, he reached his hands beneath her outstretched thighs to her dripping cunt, stroking her slit and deliberately tugging on her clit. Teri swallowed back the moan that bubbled up in her throat and tried to rock back onto his hand.
“I think not, girl.” He pulled his hand away. “You’re a long way from release. I can’t seem to get enough of your sweet, delicious taste. The wetter you are, the more I like it. I can feast whenever the mood strikes me.” He stroked his damp fingers over her burning ass cheeks. “All right, then. Now that we’ve reaffirmed who’s in charge, I have a little treat for you. You ate nothing before you arrived, correct?”
She nodded her head. “Only sips of water, as you instructed.”
“Excellent. I have nourishment for you. I want to be sure you keep up your strength but only with what I feed you from my hand.”
He released the manacles, massaging the muscles in her arms that ached slightly from being stretched upward. Next to go was the spreader. Then he turned her around and snapped a leash onto the ring in her collar.
“For the rest of the weekend you will do only what I give you permission for. If you’re hungry I will feed you. If you’re thirsty I will give you liquid. When you need bathing, I’ll see to it. The only thing you may do on your own are bathroom breaks. Understood?”
That same little thrill ran through her again. “Yes, Sir. I do.”
“Fine, then. Here we go.”
He tugged on the leash and led her out of the room, through the central area of the house to the kitchen, which she was sure could serve a party of a hundred people. She was startled to see a man in black slacks and a black shirt standing at the kitchen counter arranging something on a silver tray. She stopped, not sure what to do. There had never been an outsider in any of their sessions.
Micah brushed his knuckles along one cheek, a reassuring movement.
“Trent works for me,” he told her. “He hires in the help to clean this place, takes care of the vehicles and the exterior maintenance, and handles whatever I need in the house. He’s prepared a snack for us, which I know you’ll enjoy. Trent, please say hello to Miss Choate.”
Teri didn’t know if she should raise her eyes to look at him, look down at her feet or what. Often in the club she frequented, a Dom would parade his sub naked into the crowd but that was to show ownership and the acquiescence to it. That the sub wanted most of all to please the Master or Mistress. And it was in an arena where naked bodies were common. This was certainly different.
Trent just looked at her with a friendly smile on his face, apparently unfazed by either her nudity or the leash Micah was holding.
“Very nice meeting you, Miss Choate.”
And then he went back to his task.
“We’ll be in the den when the tray is ready,” Micah told him.
“Very good.”
Teri wanted to ask if Trent would be around all weekend. If he was aware of what she and Micah would be doing.
Of course he is, dummy. He works for the man and seeing you didn’t even make him blink.
Micah led her into a room with warm wood panelling, carpet as thick as in the dungeon and a smaller fireplace than the main one but with a fire just as bright. He sat at one end of a massive leather couch, long legs stretched out before him.
“Submissive pose. Now. And be sure to keep your thighs apart. I want access to your cunt whenever the mood strikes me.”
Teri sank to her knees, hands clasped behind her back, eyes lowered. She was barely an inch from Micah’s legs and his scent tantalised her. In fact, the entire room carried his distinctive aroma, a mixture of pine and leather. A scent she carried home on her clothes and her body each time they were together, sleeping with her blouse or sweater under her pillow to prolong the pleasure. She wondered if he’d had it blended especially for him.
Micah sat up, dropping the end of the leash.
“Please put everything right here, Trent.” He tapped the low table in front of the couch. “Thanks for getting this ready.”
“Of course. Just call me on the house phone when you need something else.”
Teri heard the soft shuffle on the carpet as the man left. Then Micah touched her shoulder.
“Time for nourishment.”
She lifted her head and saw that he was holding a ripe, plump strawberry between two fingers.
“Open your mouth, girl.”
She did so, and he fed the tip of the strawberry into her mouth. She bit it off, the juice running down her chin. When he held it towards her again she bit off a larger piece. It was truly delicious but by the time she’d finished chewing it she was sure her chin was covered with the sticky liquid.
Then Micah smiled at her, leaned forward and with soft swipes of his tongue licked her chin.
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About the Author
Desiree Holt’s writing is flavoured with the rich experiences of her life, including a long stretch in the music business representing every kind of artist from country singer to heavy metal rock bands.
For several years she also ran her own public relations agency handling any client that interested her, many of whom might recognise themselves in the pages of her stories.<
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She is twice a finalist for an EPIC E-Book Award, a nominee for a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice Award, winner of the first 5 Heart Sweetheart of the Year Award at The Romance Studio as well as twice a CAPA Award for best BDSM book of the year, winner of the Holt Medallion, multiple winner of the Whipped Cream Book of the Week Award and is published by five different houses.
Romance Junkies said of her work: “Desiree Holt is the most amazing erotica author of our time and each story is more fulfilling then the last.”
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Desiree loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at http://www.totallybound.com.
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Caught in the Middle: Swingtime
Threefold: Party of Three
Treble: Trouble at the Treble T
Subspace: Head Games
Switch: Top or Bottom?
Bound to the Billionaire: Made for Him
Heatwave: Summer Spice
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