Behind her, she heard and felt every motion he made. The vibrations of his movements teased the sensitive soles of her feet and her ears picked up on the whistling sound of rope as he secured the lead ties to the silver hitching ring. There was a smattering of Japanese from the female announcer before it was followed quickly by a lightly accented English translation.
“While Master Caelan prepares the next stage of binding his slave, he has give permission to have the curious come up and examine the bindings. Touching is allowed but penetration is forbidden. Any violators will be escorted from the building.”
The sound of her rushing blood filled her head just before she felt the first hands brush over the ropes binding her torso. A familiar voice met her ears.
“My student has learned well. You’re beautiful, slave.” Master Yangchi’s familiar touch relaxed her. During their training, he’d touched her as often as her own Master had. His voice lowered to almost a whisper. “This is his final gift to you, Nisey, to commemorate your journey in acceptance of your submission to his needs.”
“Thank you, Master Yangchi.” Behind her blindfold tears threatened. “They are just as much this slave’s needs as his.”
His chuckle had her wishing she could see his smile. Very rarely did the man smile.
“That’s very true. I was wondering if you recognized it.”
She nodded as another set of hands traced over her body, exploring the tight weave of rope around her. A gasp of surprise was quickly followed a low moan when the fingers found her nipples and tugged. Her womb clenched in reaction. I can’t – no I won’t come without Máister’s touch. Only by focusing on her breathing was she able to disconnect her mind from her body while one set of hands was exchanged for another.
She wasn’t sure how many had touched her, and thought she’d mastered the response of her body, when a thumb deftly found her aching clit and brushed across the hardened bud. Up to that point none had ventured remotely close to her swollen aching sex. Too afraid of being tossed from the club to have their touch mistaken. The orgasm that had seemed so far away was now breathing down her neck. Her body tensed and a plea escaped her. “No.”
“You dare tell me no?” Caelan’s voice teased her ear. “Especially when this hard little clit tells me how hot you are burning?” His thumb rotated with devastating accuracy as the pleasure gathered and swelled forcing her higher. “For that you’re not allowed to come, slave.” His fingers slipped away. She cried out as the orgasm slipped away and another pair of hands touched her.
The babble of Japanese told her it was another Asian touching her now and not her Master – even though she’d heard him speak it and quite fluently on during their stay. Her body trembled. Her body was now primed and it was taking all of her self control to keep from coming. Fuck, my body doesn’t care. Damn him! It wasn’t the first time, her master had allowed other students to touch her body during a demonstration but it was the first time he’d pushed her so close to the edge and then allowed other’s to play. Strangely she didn’t find herself resenting him. Instead she relished the task he put in front of her. God I’m one sick puppy, maybe Mom was right. I am a deviant to enjoy this agony but I’m Caelan’s deviant little slave and he loves me.
“Enough.” Caelan’s hands settled on her shoulders once more. The other hands left her body. “Did you come, slave?”
“No, Máister, it was close but this slave refrained from finding pleasure in another’s touch.”
His lips brushed her ear as he slid his hands down over her breasts before delving between her parted thighs. A rumble of satisfaction rumbled against her back as he explored her. “Good slave.” His teeth nipped the outer curve of her ear. “This is as close as I’ll ever come to sharing you with another. Your pleasure is mine and mine alone.” His thumb and forefinger found her clit and squeezed. “Do not come.” He slowly milked the aching bud several times while nipping at the side of her neck. She trembled and tried to fight of the orgasm but it was coming and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
“Máister, please! I can’t hold it!”
“Then I shall help you.” His hands left her body and she swayed dangerously as her climax stalled at the peak. That rotten fucking son of bitch. Damn his delayed orgasms. They’re almost as bad as his forced ones. Her sex ached like a toothache from hell at her near miss.
“Steady, grá. There will be no falling tonight.” He steadied her by holding onto the rope that ran up her back. The scrape of his fingernails before his hand wrapped around it, had her cursing him under her breath as his touch made the ache worse.
“I hate you, Máister.”
He chuckled. “So you’ve said each and every time I tease you like this.” He moved closer until she could feel the heat emanating off his body without actually touching her. “But I will have your pleasure tonight.” His devious tongue attacked the back of her neck, left exposed by her ponytail. “I will feel every drop and gush of your pleasure and our friends are here to witness it.”
She arched back towards him as his words hit home. Oh, God, he wants me to ejaculate again. Damn it! Even as her body throbbed with its approval, she wasn’t sure if she could. She’d done the night that he’d forced her orgasm but hadn’t since. “I don’t know if I can, Máister.”
“Leave the can to me. You will do as I say, slave.” He guided her backwards. With her vision gone, she all she could do is concentrate on not coming and the sounds and feel of him attaching the suspension lead to her harnesses.
When his hands brushed against her sex again, she wanted to scream, to plead and beg for her release but knew he wouldn’t give it. He’s going to make me wait until I’m completely suspended. He told me last night he’d give anything to see it happen while I’m suspended. A low tortured moan filled the air, and she was scared it belonged to her.
“What level are you at, slave?” Caelan’s voice was soft.
Drawing in a ragged breath, she fought to control her body. “Green, Máister. Just frustrated.”
He brushed his thumb over her lip. “Not for much longer, Nisey. We’re almost done.” His hand left her mouth. “Now I’m going to slowly lift your leg. Relax. The lead ropes on the box tie will support your weight.”
“Yes, Máister.” The tug along her thigh and ankle had her lifting her leg. As it increased she leaned with it, and soon found herself almost vertical with just her toes on her unrestrained leg brushing the ground.
“Good girl.” Caelan brushed his hand over her inner thigh. “Almost there. I’m going to lift your other leg. I want you to relax.”
“Yes, Máister.” Her heart stopped for a brief second when his warm hand wrapped around her ankle. It resumed its normal beat and accelerated when his thumb brushed over her ankle bone. She relaxed as he guided it up and lashed it to another lead rope. Sub-space beckoned and she fell willingly into its embrace.
“So fucking beautiful.” His brogue was thick. “What level are you at, slave?”
She heard his command and was barely able to form the answer. “Green.” Her lack of title was telling she was sure, but as she floated along, she found she didn’t care.
The sharp whack of his palm on her ass sent her swaying and jerked her away from the peaceful place. Her body’s demands immediately swamped her. Her ass felt the heat of his palm, her clit was aching and she was primed to explode.
“What was that?” His voice now took the familiar hard tone of a Dominant intent on his slave’s total submission.
“Green, Máister.”
“That’s right.” Then she felt the heat of his body between her legs. The rasp of a zipper had her gushing. Oh my God, he’s going to fuck me right here.
Then she felt slick cool feel of lubricant against her rosette. “Máister?”
“Relax for me, grá.” The burn of anal plug as it forged its way inside, sent her spiraling higher. “So good, baby. That’s it take it for me.” With his hold on her thighs, he sent her slowly spinning un
til she felt the heat of his stomach against her shoulders.
“Máister, please I’m going to…” A whimper caught in her throat as the pressure built when the plug began to vibrate.
“Shh.” He slid the blindfold off. “I want you to see this, grá.” Her eyes slowly focused on his tight features above her.
Using one hand to turn her head, he slid the other down her body. She drew in a sharp breath. “Come for me, Nisey.” With his fingers squeezing her clit and gazing directly into the man videotaping her, she screamed as her body obeyed and sexual bliss racked it. Her womb clenched as she gave him what he wanted.
“Damn it! That’s what I wanted. To see you gush.” His hands left her to tug at his pants. Before her orgasm even faded, she found his cock pressed against her mouth. “I need your mouth, baby. Let me in.” Caelan’s voice was hoarse. The thick length of him slid over her tongue and towards the back of her throat. Relaxing in his grip and knowing that he’d never hurt her, she let him guide her mouth up and down his shaft. The desire to please him was all consuming. Above her, the sounds of his pleasure were desperate. Their little display had obviously excited him as much as it had her. From a distance she heard wet slurping noises but was too focused on hard flesh in her mouth to care what the crowd was doing. As the flesh swelled inside her mouth, testing her limits, she sucked harder.
“Ah fuck, I’m gonna come.” His voice was tortured and he bucked hard against her mouth nearly choking her with his passion. “Take it, grá, swallow ever last drop.”
Closing her eyes she gave a happy moan and obeyed as his salty essence coated her taste buds…
“...you are now free to move about the cabin.” The stewardess’s voice cut through her daydreaming.
“Damneigh, exactly what are you thinking about, grá?” Caelan’s hands unbuckled her belt. Her face heated and she pressed it against his chest as he pulled her onto his lap. Even as he arranged the blanket around her, she longed to say nothing but knew he’d never accept it. With her master honesty was the best policy.
“Last night,” she finally whispered, peaking up at him from under her lashes.
His eyes began to burn with remembered desire. “I love you and your submission, Nisey.”
The End
But don’t go away. As a special bonus for the e-book version only...a scene cut from the original. Read below about what happens after the final scene but before Nisey and Caelan head back to the States!
Deleted Scene: The Ofuro
Steam rose around his head lazily. He tipped it back against the smooth cedar rim of the Japanese bath. At his side, he could feel gentle hands as she drew the sponge over his body. A sigh escaped his chest as the slightly roughened texture scraped over his nipples. It was pure magic. After his night, this pleasure was even more amazing.
Despite the desire to open his eyes, his eyelids felt heavy. Keeping them closed, he let one arm float out away from his body in hope of pulling the woman closer to his side. He wanted nothing more than to hold her against him then float away. Knowing his need, his body slowly began to drift away from the smooth seat towards the surface of the steamy water. A mumbled protest passed his lips as the woman slipped away.
“Shhh.” Her voice was soft. The motions of the sponge down his torso kept him from protesting. I can’t remember ever feeling this relaxed. His muscles felt like melted butter. With his head pillowed against the folded towel, a smile tugged his lips from the tickle of that sponge against his belly.
She paused before drawing it over his hip then down the outside of his thigh. Behind his knee, he felt the brush of her fingers while the sponge traveled across the top. He gave a soft inhalation when her small hands made their way down his leg to wrap around his ankle. He smirked at her insistent pull.
“Let me.” She kept her voice pitched low.
He grunted - relaxing his leg. She lifted until he felt cool air tease him. A shiver went up his spine but drifted away as the sponge brought a steady drizzle of hot water. Its swipe across the sole of his foot made him jerk before moving back up his leg.
As if from a far distance, he felt the water’s ripple as his little water sprite moved between his legs. Dragging his heavy arms out of the water, he draped them over the edge of the tub, so she could lift his other leg. Without protest, he savored the feeling of her gentle touch. Gooseflesh tightened his skin as he felt the brush of something that was definitely not the sponge.
He jerked as the hands holding his legs abandoned them, only to lift his hips to the surface. His eyes cracked open as he stared down at the woman between his thighs. With her head bowed, he could only make out the wispy tendrils of hair caressing her cheeks as her inquisitive lips slid along his thigh.
His breath caught. He idly wondered how far she would go. As her lips moved closer to his hair-covered sack, he couldn’t keep the moan building in his chest from escaping. God I can’t believe after earlier I’m getting hard. His cock stiffened. He waited for a halting request but it never came.
He nearly choked, when without permission, her mouth closed over one swollen testicle to tug it inside. The lash of her tongue drove away any thoughts of protest he had, as her low hum made him harden even more. A moment later, she released him only to tug his other testicle into the hot cavern of her mouth.
He panted softly as she nuzzled, licked, and suckled at his scrotum. Watching her beautiful face with closed eyes while she savored him had his dick leaking. Damn I want those lips around my cock. As if she could hear his thoughts, she dragged her tongue up the sensitive underside. She proceeded to explore every inch of his shaft. Her tongue inquisitive, she tongued the vein running under the skin. The drag of her teeth made his breath come faster. Her moth moved back down. He tightened his grip on the tub. A low growl built in his chest.
With her eyes still closed, she paused. Her eyes slowly opened as she reversed direction. When she stopped just shy of the flared head of his cock, his eyes locked with hers. Giving a buck of his hips, he gritted his teeth. He couldn’t remember ever being this desperate to feel the soft heat of her mouth on him - draining him. It made what he felt earlier seem like mere child’s play. “Suck me, damnit.”
Her hands tightened on his hips. Then her tongue gently lapped only the weeping head until he was ready to grab her hair and force her down on his aching cock. He would’ve too, if he hadn’t had such a tight hold on the rim to keep from drowning. Laid out on the surface of the water with only his arms for support, he waited. His little submissive controlled the depth and speed of his thrusts into her mouth.
As her tongue circled the wet head, then collected the dollops of seed, he tried to buck into her mouth. “Grá!” His warning was not lost on her. Her lips parted. He groaned. Hot, wet, and strong her mouth tugged. His fingers dug into the rim of the tub as his testicles pulled up tight.
Using her grip on his hips she guided him, sliding his close-to-exploding cock in and out of her mouth. The faster she moved him the more his thighs trembled. Ah, fuck I’m gonna… His back arched as a finger found his rosette then pushed firmly inside. “Naughty fucking little girl!” Pleasure exploded through him as her finger found his pleasure spot and rubbed. His hoarse shout filled the room as she tightened her mouth around him, accepting everything he had to offer her.
When he finally came down, he gave a relaxed sigh.
“You owe me twenty dollars, Máister.”
He arched an eyebrow at her. “I do?”
She giggled with a pleased smile on her face. “Yes. You told Master Yangchi you wouldn’t be able to come again today for this slave.”
A chuckle escaped him. “And evidently I underestimated you.”
If you enjoyed Exploring Hers Submission: Nisey you might also enjoy the book which started it all:
NISEY’S AWAKENING
When a would be Dom takes advantage of Nisey's inexperience she is left bewildered and at odds with her own sexuality. Now scared of what she longs for she tries to hide from
it until her best friend, Kalinda has had enough of waking to Nisey's screams and takes matters into her own hands and contacts her older brother, Caelan. She's had enough and wants her best friend back and thinks Caelan is the perfect man to guide Nisey back to what she longs for without traumatizing her friend any further.
Caelan is an experienced Dom, who has trained many first time subs in during his time in the lifestyle, but his last experience with a newbie changed everything. When it blew up in his face, he decided to keep to the more experienced subs, so when his sister calls out of the blue with a request that he help her friend, he is intrigued but very leery. After all what could happen from answering a few questions?
Warnings: This title contains graphic language, spanking, exhibitionism, phone sex, bondage, toys, description of an attempted rape and sodomy.
Excerpt From NISEY’S AWAKENING:
Swallowing hard, Nisey tried to still her racing heart. Caelan seemed serious about her finding relief before she left the room. For a moment she was tempted to fake it but then thought better of it. Faking it would probably earn her another ass warming and she had a feeling she’d be in worse shape than she already was if he touched her again.
“Nothing to say?”
She shrugged her shoulders. “Despite the way I reacted tonight, Caelan, I don’t normally throw myself at men. What you’re asking for is something…” she looked away from him. “…I don’t think I can give.”
“Look at me. Don’t hide from me. Why do you say that? Are you seriously uncomfortable with your own body?”
She turned her face and looked him in the eyes. “I don’t know. I need something but I’m not sure what. I was hoping by being tied up I’d find it. Nothing else has worked.”
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