by Desiree Holt
“That’s a privilege I didn’t give you,” she told him, sliding back in her seat and lowering her legs. “You have pushed the limits of what I permitted.”
His eyes still focused on her cunt, he said, “But you did say to clean you thoroughly.”
Oh, an insouciant sub! He wanted to be punished. To see how hard he could push her.
“That will earn you a punishment, as well it should.”
Was that a smile teasing the corners of his mouth? Oh, she was going to enjoy this.
“Slave.” She rolled the word around on her tongue. “Return to the bed, rise to your feet and lean over the edge of the bed.”
He turned himself around and inched across the carpet on his knees. With his hands locked behind him, he again had problems maintaining his balance, but she gave him full marks for managing it. She had learned that this position took all the power away from a sub and enhanced the feeling of dominance for the Master. Or in her case today, Mistress.
Shrugging her coat all the way off, she surveyed the toys and implements on the table. Picking up the flogger, she ran the soft leather strips across her palm. Their touch was like a caress, a feathery kiss. Moving to stand behind A.D.’s back, she did the same thing over the taut skin of his buttocks, swishing the strips back and forth. She watched him shudder with anticipation.
She ran the tips of her fingers from the nape of his neck down to the top of his crevice, feeling the heat rising from his body. Unable to wait any longer to see that hot skin redden, she tapped him with the handle of the flogger.
“Ten strokes. You can take that, right?”
“Yes, Mistress. Thank you.”
“Count with me, then.”
The first two strokes were somewhat light as she adjusted to the rhythm, but she applied the rest of them with maximum force. A.D. counted with her in a strangled voice, flinching slightly at each bite of the leather but otherwise holding still. She stayed away from the phallus protruding from his rectum, knowing that if she applied force she could hurt him internally. A good Master or Mistress never inflicted pain to damage the sub. The flogger turned his buttocks and thighs a delightful shade of red.
When she finished, her body was covered with a fine sheen of perspiration, her heartbeat had accelerated and her blood was pumping wildly through her veins.
So this is what it’s like from the other side. Unbelievable.
She squashed down the little voice that whispered, But you enjoy receiving the pain so much more.
This wasn’t about that. This was about knowing how the Dom felt, what the power exchange was like from his side so she could serve him better. She hadn’t realised exactly how much topping—switching from the bottom—could affect her.
“You may stand,” she told him. “All the way. On your feet.”
He was off balance because of his cuffed wrists and obviously still felt the effects of the flogger, but he managed to struggle upright. She knew she had the prerogative of helping him, but wanted to see just how far she could push him.
Lifting a vibrating cock ring from the table, she went to stand in front of A.D. Putting the toy in her mouth, she closed her lips over it and rolled her tongue through the opening before taking it out and showing it to him.
“Let’s see what a good sub you can be. I’m going to slide this onto your cock, and it will make you want to come. But you may not do so until I tell you. Do not come without my permission.”
Chapter Three
Holy shit!
Keith was doing his best to maintain his equilibrium, spreading his feet wide enough to give himself balance, but this pixie was knocking that all to hell. He’d always been a Dom. Had never intended to be anything else. But he’d had a latent curiosity to see things from the sub’s point of view. To learn first-hand what it was like to hand over the power and receive satisfaction in return. To know that his every breath was under someone else’s control and to relish it.
But, God Almighty, he’d never, ever have believed how turned on he’d be. If his hands hadn’t been cuffed behind him, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to restrain himself from grabbing his cock and jerking off again. When he’d licked his fingers and hand clean after the first orgasm, his dick had wanted more. Much more. And now, after servicing her orally, his shaft was thick and swollen and stiff and begging for attention. It had been bad enough when she’d showed him the cock ring, but watching her roll it around in her mouth, he’d had to grit his teeth to hold on.
Her pussy had tasted so sweet, better than any dessert. Lapping it had made his cock flex and his balls tingle with need. And that clit ring! Holy shit! Nipple rings he was used to. He hoped she’d let him suck those juicy buds and tug on those rings. But the clit ring had about driven him to orgasm. He was realising now just how much control his sub had, to be able to hold her orgasms at bay until he allowed her to give in to them.
He’d been having his own problems since she’d ditched the coat completely. Her pixie figure was lush and round, not rail thin as so many of her stature were.
The phallus planted firmly in his ass was still stretching his tissue. Every time he moved he could feel it prodding into him. That little trick with the vibrator had nearly sent him over the edge. But he gave specific orders to his subs not to come without his permission. Not to do anything without his permission. So he’d held on to the shreds of his control and done her bidding.
Keeping his eyes cast downward, he was able to watch as she held his now demanding cock in her slim fingers and slipped the wet cock ring over the head, along the shaft to the very root. He felt the effects immediately, his dick hardening even more as the blood feeding it was trapped by the ring. Nerves sparked beneath his skin. Perspiration covered him in a thin layer as desire danced higher and higher in his body.
She stroked his rigid shaft slowly, lingering at the head each time, her thumb rubbing back and forth over the slit. Pre-cum seeped from it and she spread it slowly over the velvety skin, then bent her head and licked it lightly. A shudder raced over his body. He hadn’t believed his dick could swell any more than it already had, but with every touch of her fingers and tongue, the thick vein roped along the underside throbbed and pulsed.
“I love to suck my Master’s cock,” she told him. “But it’s always at his direction. Which is fine,” she added hastily. “But just once I want to be the one to decide how long I will do it. How to torment and tease. To make him hold off his orgasm until he’d kill to be able to come. To explode on my breasts, then lick me clean. You understand?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
His words were subservient, but he knew his voice still had the overtones of a Dom. He didn’t think he’d be able to really change that. This would have to be good enough, because he was in no way ready to call this game to a halt, especially when another orgasm was already building deep inside him. He was a man whose libido made him capable of multiple orgasms during a session, but this afternoon it seemed his body was determined not to give him a rest. The flogging had only served to enhance his arousal, the after-effects of it still heating his buttocks. And he realised just how enhancing of pleasure the pain could be. He would have to remember that with his sub.
Cat moved to sit in the chair again, her firm buttocks flexing as she swayed on her absurdly high heels. When she was seated she motioned him forward. His arms were beginning to ache from being restrained all this time, but he was confident that, as a knowledgeable D/s participant, she would know the exact right time to release the cuffs.
He stood between her outspread thighs, his eyes fastened on her as she captured his cock again and slid her lips down the length of it.
Jesus!
It took every ounce of his self-control to stand absolutely still and let her torment him. That mouth was like a hot oven, branding his skin as she moved it up and down, her fingers closed over the ever-tightening cock ring. The more she sucked, the more intense the threat of the orgasm became. His balls drew up and he was conscious
, more than ever, of the phallus in his ass. He hoped she would allow him to fuck her before she removed it.
When she stopped he nearly cried out in protest. Shit! If he didn’t come pretty soon, the top of his head was going to blow off. He hitched his hips at her, hoping to give her a hint to put her mouth back on him. The cock ring had caused him to swell so much he was sure his shaft would explode at any minute.
“I think my sub is a little too anxious.” She gave him a wicked smile, moved her legs together and rose from the chair. “You need a little discipline to remind you who’s in control.”
Two emotions collided in Keith. On the one hand, he actually found himself unexpectedly looking forward to the pain. On the other, it gave him great insight into what went on in the mind of his own sub in a similar situation. His pleasure came from controlling her release and administering the punishment when she seemed on the verge of disobeying, and from understanding they both received pleasure from the act. That feeling was his assurance that she welcomed his control and her guarantee that he loved her enough to exert that control and give her what she wanted. Craved.
When Cat picked up the cane, all his muscles tightened. He’d seen the effects of caning, but this was the first time he would feel it. For a brief moment he reconsidered his decision to give up full power to another. Then he banished the thought. He needed to feel this. To know how his sub felt. The struggle in his mind disappeared and he stood with eyes lowered, waiting for her next command.
“Stand facing the wall,” she directed. “Palms over your head and flat against it. Legs apart.”
As if to reinforce her words, she tapped the inside of his ankles with the cane until he was standing in a position that satisfied her.
“Ten strokes,” she told him. “As before, count them out loud with me.”
The first slap of the cane was like a lick of fire across the backs of his thighs. He jerked involuntarily.
“Count,” she reminded him, “or I will add another five.”
“One,” he replied hoarsely.
The second strike stung even more than the first. As he continued to count the strokes, she applied the cane faster and faster, barely allowing him a breath between each fiery slap against his skin. And with each one, his cock jumped and strained against the ring.
At last she stopped and ran her soft hand against his flaming skin. He moaned at her touch and automatically leaned into her caress. He knew she hadn’t given him permission to do so, but his body had a mind of his own. He realised now the self-discipline his sub exerted to meet his demands and again—it gave him a new perspective. One he didn’t dwell on, however, because the needs of his body were driving him crazy.
“You may turn around,” Cat told him in that firm but musical voice.
When he did, she curled her fingers around his cock again and gave him another taste of her wicked smile.
“Mistress.” He barely recognised the strangled sound of his own voice. “Please may I come?”
“Not yet.” She bent her head and placed a kiss on the head of his shaft. “I have a little surprise for you.”
He watched with narrowed eyes as she went back to the shopping bags, picking out one last item. A strap-on dildo. It was one of the few toys he and his sub did not own, although he’d seen them used in clubs. Usually when the play was exclusively female or when the dominant was a Mistress who chose to fuck her sub in the ass. An electric thrill raced through him at the thought that this was her intention with him. He just hoped his poor cock didn’t explode from the strain on it.
“On the bed,” she ordered. “And on your knees.”
He managed as best he could with his hands still cuffed behind him, the upper half of his body resting on the bed. Cat moved to the side of the bed long enough to plump pillows beneath his head, then moved out of his sight. He heard soft sounds as she finished pulling the dildo from its tissue paper wrapping and strapped it on. He wondered if she still had her stilettos on. He hoped so. The mental image alone would be enough to make him climax, if she’d give him permission to do so.
The mattress dipped slightly behind him as she climbed up onto it. Then her hands carefully eased the phallus from his rectum. He missed the fullness of it immediately, his inner muscles clenching in disappointment.
“I see you liked that.” Her voice was filled with the elation of unexpected power. “But not to worry. We’ll take care of that right away.”
He felt something cold against his anus, then warmth as the lube she’d heated in her hands seeped inside his rectum. Next came those slim, dainty fingers probing his hot tunnel, working the lube into his tissue. By now, the condition of his cock was painful, almost beyond endurance, but he gritted his teeth and tried to do what his sub did—find his way into subspace. He was excellent at teaching it, at seducing her into it, but going there himself took more effort than he’d expected.
He felt Cat’s thighs brush against the inside of his, her hands on his ass spreading the cheeks, the tip of the dildo pressing at the tight ring of his sphincter.
“Easy,” she coaxed him, in a tone he often used himself. “Take deep breaths and let them out slowly. That’s it. Open your mind to nothing but feeling.”
She pressed in a little further. Then a little more. When the dildo began to slide over his P-spot—the spot where the prostate gland was located—he was jolted by the intensity of the feeling that swept through him. He felt the constriction of the ring, the pressure of the dildo, Cat’s hands spreading him wide open.
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.
Then, as if he’d willed it, his mind opened up and he found himself almost floating in space. He breathed in, out, in, out. And with every breath she pressed the dildo further into his rectum, until he felt the tops of her thighs bump against the rounded bottom of his ass.
She shifted slightly, making the dildo scrape against his inner walls, and a moment later she was unlocking the cuffs, massaging his arms, leaning forward to do it so the dildo moved incrementally each time.
“Stretch out your arms,” she ordered. “Reach for the headboard and keep that position.” She massaged his aching muscles with her slim fingers, but where his head was—floating in subspace—he barely felt the agony left by the release of the restraints. Then he realised she timed the slight in and out thrusting of the dildo with the shifting movement of her hands.
“Keep breathing through your mouth,” she told him, rocking her hips slightly.
He was caught up in the rhythm, the pleasure sweeping through him in an endless tide. It was so intense he never wanted it to stop. He wasn’t even thinking about his cock any more, although the pain gripping it still lingered around his periphery. He was assaulted by so many sensations at once, if he hadn’t found subspace he would have self-destructed from the intensity of them.
Vaguely, he wondered how long she planned to keep this up and how long he could last without screaming for mercy. Then his mind drifted again, deeper this time, and he embraced the pain still stinging his ass and thighs, the pressure of the dildo scraping his P-spot over and over. The all-consuming throb in his cock.
Then, suddenly, she stopped. He didn’t know whether to cry in protest or welcome the relief from the pressure. He felt her movements as she backed up, slowly withdrawing the dildo, reached between his thighs to cup and squeeze his balls with her hands. He felt the mattress dip a little, then rebound as she climbed off the bed, and he heard rustling again by the table. He wondered what else she had in mind. When would she take mercy on him and let him finally achieve his release?
After a moment she was back, but this time kneeling beside him. He caught the scent of something woodsy, earthy, and the next thing he knew she was squeezing drops of warm balm onto his body and spreading it lightly with her hands. As she worked it into his strained muscles and over the burning skin of his ass and thighs, he felt the pain subsiding, replaced by a different kind of pleasure. She’d obviously been trained well, knew the importance of afte
rcare. He wondered if they’d have time for a soothing bath.
After.
After he fucked her, if she ever gave him permission.
“You may turn over now,” she told him, her voice still in that firm Mistress tone.
He rolled over and almost sobbed with relief when she worked the cock ring off his unnaturally swollen shaft. She oiled it thoroughly first, making it as slippery as possible. Even so, she took her time, tugging it slowly. If she caused any additional pain now, he knew it was completely unintentional.
At last she eased it over the head and tossed it to the side, then cradled his cock in her hands, stroking it up and down.
Keith groaned as heated sensations rose within him, fighting to hang on to his control, tightening his fists.
“Please, Mistress. If it serves your pleasure, I need to come.”
She smiled at him. “And I think you’ve more than earned it.”
After fetching a condom from amongst her other goodies, she rolled it over his cock and very slowly mounted him, her cunt poised just at the head.
Chapter Four
She was almost ready to expire with need. She wanted his cock inside her more than she wanted her next breath. The entire afternoon had led up to this point, and she wanted it to be an exchange of pleasure at its peak. Seeing and doing everything from the point of a top had given her an entirely new perspective of the power exchange in a D/s relationship. The most important thing was for each participant to be completely in tune with the other. To know what gave one’s partner the most pleasure, and to receive pleasure oneself while giving it.
As she lowered herself onto A.D.’s large cock, it occurred to her she hadn’t used the nipple clamps on him. When her Master placed them on her, the pain was so exquisite she almost came just from the power of it. Well, something to keep in mind.
