Steven

by Suzy Shearer

  "Ow."

  "When you find your body accepting the pain from these I'll add weights. When a weight is added it causes the clamps to tighten."

  Her eyes were wide, and he kissed her nose then picked up his crop.

  "Now I can fasten your legs apart or you can stand with them at this distance." He used his foot to move her feet wide apart. "But know if you move them I'll stop immediately. In other words, you will get no reward for being a bad girl. Choose."

  She looked around, down at the cross, at the cuffs then back at Steven.

  "I'll keep still, Sir."

  "Very good."

  Steven doubted she would, but it was all part of the game. Before she had a chance to breathe, he struck—across her thighs, and he had to hide his grin when one leg jerked and moved inward.

  "Tsk, tsk. One hit and you failed."

  "Sorry, Sir. Please, Sir, please give me another chance."

  "One and only one."

  She stretched her legs apart and braced herself against the cross and he lifted the crop over his head then brought it down on one tender breast. She screamed but didn't move her legs. Enjoying himself immensely, he plied the crop all over her body, being careful to avoid those areas over her kidneys. He paid particular attention to her breasts and knew how much pain she must be in, but she stood proud. He gave one of the chains on a clover a little tug, and she opened her mouth in a soundless scream.

  Wait until I remove them, he thought maliciously.

  He noticed her eyes begin to glaze, her moans getting sexier by the minute, and Steven's cock reacted, pressing tightly against the leather of his pants. It felt as hard as steel, and he reveled in her power over him.

  He kept up his punishment, and Avril let the weight of her body hang from her arms as she sank into the pain, eyes closed. Amazingly, he saw her body judder and shake as an orgasm took hold. Another half dozen hits and she seemed as if she was flying far away. He dropped the crop and undid the cuffs, letting her body drape over his shoulder. He carried her to the bed then admired his handiwork. Her torso and thighs were crisscrossed with his welts, the clamps biting hard onto her nipples. She groaned, and Steven couldn't resist any longer. He pulled out a condom, tore off his pants, and rolled it on.

  She'd opened her eyes and watched as he pushed her legs apart, then sank his cock deep inside that wonderful pussy. It wrapped around his dick, enveloping it in its heat as he began to pump in and out. Avril locked her ankles behind him, allowing him to go deeper. He leaned forward and took a nipple, clamp and all, in his mouth, and bit down. Her screams shuddered against him as she erupted with her orgasm.

  Her cunt grabbed onto his cock, and he thought it would never let go. Her body kept gripping then loosening on his dick as her muscles spasmed. He kept thrusting hard, his balls slapping loudly against her flesh. With her nipple still in his mouth, he bit down again and slammed his cock in harder. She screamed—another orgasm shook her even while the first was still waning. It blew his mind, and he shot his load. He shouted, dropping her nipple from his mouth, and he jerked as the condom filled with his cum.

  They were both panting as if they’d run a marathon, and when Steven pulled out all he could do was fall to one side of her. He lay there, getting his breath back, then rolled onto his side.

  "Ready?"

  She raised her eyes languidly, a somewhat puzzled look on her face. Before she could answer he removed one clamp.

  To say she screamed would be an understatement. He swiftly began suckling her nipple, circling and teasing with his tongue until he felt her body relax, but only marginally. With one hand he began playing with her clit, and then without warning he removed the other clamp. With a silent scream, her body tensed as the blood rush back to the tender nub, but at the same time she climaxed. He sucked, licked, and blew on it until she began breathing again.

  When he felt she was okay, he rubbed cream onto her body, then pulled her close, kissing her eyelids, her cheeks, the corner of her mouth, then finally her lips. She clung, limp, drained, but still attempting to fly, and he finally held her tight as he let her soar away into the night.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Steven drove Avril home and seemed reluctant to let her go when he kissed her goodnight. He made arrangements to pick her up at five Sunday night, intending to take her to dinner then off to the club. She watched as he started his bike and left, and then she went inside. After fussing over George, she headed to the shower then changed her mind and settled in the bathtub instead. She wanted to think. She wanted to go over everything that had happened, everything she'd felt. It was almost as if her mind was so full she simply didn't know where to start. She needed one of those wands and bowls from Harry Potter to take out some of the thoughts in her cramped head.

  Laying her head back against the rim of the bath, she stared down her body. Even though Steven had rubbed all the cream into her, she could see bruises everywhere, and her nipples were extremely sensitive. Yet despite the bruises, the soft ache that still lingered, Avril felt amazingly happy. She thought perhaps she was still in sub-space a little, and she smiled.

  Part of her still couldn't believe that she was a sexual masochist; part of her still thought that when the novelty wore off she go back to being frigid and dull. But the sensual part of her knew otherwise. It knew this was what she craved, this was what her body had been made for. She doubted many other women would have orgasms just from being struck. Casually tracing the bruises, Avril wondered how long it would be until Steven would take things to the next level and use a cane. It scared her, but at the same time it excited her. Just the thought of it had her tender nipples peaking.

  I can't believe how much I love pain!

  She recalled how the first hits stung so painfully, but then there was this change, this sudden shift in her perception and the pain was still there, but in her mind, it felt different. Every part of her body came alive, her senses heightened. She thought she could sense her blood rushing to the areas of her body that had been struck. She could hear the sound of the air whooshing past, hear the thwack of contact. The smells bombarded her nostrils—her arousal, Steven's masculine aroma, the leather in the room, the faint hint of perfume. Her sight seemed magnified. The things in her direct line of sight seemed so detailed—the carpet, the strands of her hair that had fallen forward, the leather grain of the bench. She licked her lips at the memories and realized even her sense of taste was heightened. She recalled that she could still taste the freshness of toothpaste from when they'd kissed, could recall a rusty iron flavor and came to the conclusion she must have bitten the inside of her cheek when the first few hits had landed.

  But overriding everything was her excitement at the pain. It wrapped itself around her, cocooned her with its power, teased at her body, arousing every part, promising to give her such climaxes as she'd never experienced if she simply allowed it to engulf her, to overtake her—and she gave it all it wanted. Even better, it lived up to its promise. It delivered the most amazing orgasms that Avril didn't think were possible. The grin on her face grew larger as she lay enveloped in her memory.

  Avril wasn't sure how long she lay there, but finally got out of the bath and went to bed. It was probably only ten minutes later her phone pinged—Steven.

  Just wanted 2 say goodnight

  She grinned as she wrote, goodnight 2 u 2

  Missing me yet?

  Hey I can't give 2 much away

  Lol. I'll admit I miss you already

  It gave her a glow, a feeling of, dare she say, love. Of being wanted.

  I'll let u sleep. Goodnight Kitten

  Devilishly, she wrote, Goodnight Sir

  The next day, Avril cleaned the house and washed. When Steven arrived, he took her to a Thai restaurant, and Avril enjoyed merely sitting and talking with him. He was a different man outside of the private room. Here he was relaxed, the need to be in control pushed down a little as he talked of his work and asked more about hers. He seemed genui
nely interested in what she had to say, asked intelligent questions, and complimented her. She was fascinated by his job, to fly people all over the country, the world, and the names he casually dropped astounded her. She revised her thought that he was a merely pilot who took people out sightseeing or on occasional trips, especially when he casually remarked that he owned the company. Avril asked him about the plane he flew and was stunned when he told her the company had five helicopters and ten planes of various sizes, including a new Global 7000, which could fly from the US to almost any country in the world nonstop.

  "Aren't planes expensive to buy?"

  "Yes, but it's an asset for me to have both small and large planes available. I'm negotiating to buy a Boeing BBJ at the moment."

  She shrugged her shoulders. Avril had no idea what that was but guessed it was important.

  "So, are we talking big bucks here?"

  "Well, the Global cost me seventy-three mil. The Boeing will probably work out around a hundred and fifty."

  Avril gulped. She knew Steven was rich, but this was ridiculous. Nearly two hundred and fifty million for two planes!

  Shocked, she asked, "Why? I mean why do you need two such expensive planes?"

  "Well the Global can fly around the world, but it only seats up to nineteen whereas the Boeing I'm interested in can carry thirty-two in luxury. It's already fitted out with lie-flat seats, lounge, dining room, and kitchen galley."

  "In a plane? Oh wow."

  "You have to understand the clientele I cater to. They are the rich and famous. They want luxury, and they demand all the bells and whistles."

  "Just can't get my head around those prices. I guess the charter costs must be through the roof."

  "Well if you want the best you have to pay for it. The average hourly rate for my charters is between twenty to twenty-five thousand for something small, and it goes up to seventy thousand."

  "An hour!"

  He grinned across the table.

  "Don't forget they cost a lot to run. We need to pay pilots, cabin crew, fuel, landing fees, food and alcohol. The list goes on and on."

  "Well, it actually makes my head spin thinking about it. How did you get into this? I mean you don't suddenly wake up one day and say ‘I'm going to fly people around the world’."

  He laughed, a good-natured, genuine laugh.

  "My father was a pilot. He had a few planes, and it seemed natural that I would learn to fly. He did charters, and I joined the business. We were lucky. It went from strength to strength when we took on a couple of popular rock bands. Very soon we were the preferred charter for the rock industry, and the rest, as they say, is history."

  "Is your father still alive, your mother?"

  "Both still fighting fit. They live in Italy. Dad bought a villa there about fifteen years ago, and, when he retired, they up stakes and moved there."

  "Do you get to see them?"

  "At least once a year, sometimes more, and they come over, too. Although I do wish they still lived close. What about your parents?"

  ""I lost Mom when I was thirty-two to cancer and then Dad to a heart attack, ten years back."

  "Oh, I'm very sorry, Avril. Do you have any brothers, sisters?"

  "No, it was only me. Do you have siblings?"

  "No, single child, too. I like to think Kaden, Ash, and Jake are my brothers. I've known them practically all my life."

  "Oh, I didn't realize you all knew each other a while. I thought you must have met at the club."

  "Jake and I were in kindergarten together. We're both fifty-three. Ash and Kaden are fifty-two. Ash lived a few houses away, so we kind of grew up together. He and Kaden became mates at elementary school, and somehow we all ended up hanging around together."

  "I can't remember meeting Jake."

  "Jake's away on another major building project. Sometimes he's away almost a year. He's an engineer and owns his own company. He should be back next week. I think you'll like him. He's the most responsible one of us all."

  Avril had to laugh at that comment.

  "Gee, sounds like you've all done well. Ash owns the club. What about Kade?"

  "He's a motor mechanic. Like us all, he owns his own business, very successful. Gets work from all over the country. One of the leading lights in customizing cars, hot rods, and he also restores old ones."

  "No offence, but I think the man is too handsome for his own good."

  He was around Steven's height with piercing blue eyes and messy light brown hair and that crazy joking personality.

  "Yeah, he was always causing trouble when he was younger. The girls always flocked to him, and he was a bit of a player but not anymore."

  "So, he really doesn't have a partner?"

  "Nope, which is sad really because he's actually a great man despite his corny joking."

  "Okay. So, Kaden's the class clown, Jake's the sensible one, Ash's, well, he's scary. What are you?"

  "I'm yours. I'm the man who can inflict pain on you and make you come screaming."

  Avril blushed furiously, and she was sure there was moisture pooling between her legs. Steven's eyes never left hers, and she was sure he knew exactly what his words had done.

  "Tonight, I intend to flog you so hard that you won't have any screams left, and then I'm going to fuck that wonderful pussy of yours until you've come at least three times."

  Breathlessly she managed to gasp, "Thr-three?"

  "At the very least."

  He leaned back in his chair and drank his coffee smugly. Avril was certain if she dared to pick up her cup, it would spill way before she got it to her mouth. He watched her like a cat watches a mouse, and somewhere in the back of her mind she wondered if he knew exactly how fast he'd hooked her. She couldn't walk away from him now. He'd have to shove her out the door and refuse to see her again. Her thoughts startled her, and she noticed Steven cocked his head in puzzlement.

  Avril prayed he wouldn't ask what she'd just thought, and fortunately she was saved when a waiter came over and asked if they wanted anything else. Steven declined and gave the man his card for the bill. It was close to eight when they reach Silk Rope, and as soon as she crossed the threshold Avril’s muscles tensed in excitement at what was to come.

  Steven waited while she put her shoes, bag, and jacket in her locker. Then she joined him in the foyer. They walked into the club proper, and Steven took her to a room, this time on the ground floor. He put his bag of tricks on the couch, then turned to her, pulling her into his arms, and kissed her.

  His kisses were so demanding and extremely forceful. There was no way she could refuse his tongue entry to her mouth. From the bottom of her feet to her head, her skin tingled as if hit by electricity. There were goosebumps rising fast along the back of her neck. He pushed the back of her head, moving her even closer until he was satisfied with the kiss, and then he released her.

  "Strip."

  She quickly shed her clothing and watched him.

  "From now on when we enter, unless I say otherwise, you are to strip, then kneel on the flogging bench. Understand?"

  "Yes, Sir."

  She moved quickly to the bench and climbed onto it, her breathing becoming faster with each breath. Steven moved to her head.

  "I intend to warm your body up each session with my flogger and crop first. If you're a good girl I might even use a paddle."

  "Thank you, Sir."

  Avril lost all track of time as Steven began. From that first strike when it hurt and she was tempted to scream red to when she fell into the pain, it simply kept getting better and better. How on earth could she ever explain to anyone the feelings? It would be impossible.

  She grabbed onto the agony, the burning, and the aching and rode it. It took her to places unknown. She soared, and she screamed. She panted, she came and came and came.

  When Avril finally returned to earth it was to see Steven's beautiful gray eyes staring at her and she felt her heart leap. The look in his eyes was that intense and defini
tely possessive. No one had ever looked at her the way Steven did now, and she couldn't help the blush that invaded her face, her body. He smiled. She loved the way the corner of his eyes crinkled, the quirk of his mouth, when he did.

  "Hello, Kitten. Back with us?"

  She stretched languidly. Then she replied, "Yes. I’m good."

  "How's the body?"

  She made a tentative movement and felt a few little niggles, little aches.

  "Not too bad."

  His voice filled with concern. "Where are you sore?"

  "It's okay."

  "No, Kitten, tell me. Where?"

  "My back and my boobs."

  "Roll over."

  Avril rolled onto her tummy and Steven pushed a pillow under her head then began massaging her shoulders, really digging into the tight muscles. At first it hurt, funny how it was a different hurt, but then, as her muscles loosened, it felt wonderful. He worked his way down her back, and by the time he told her to roll over she was very relaxed.

  He picked up a tube of cream and rubbed it into her boobs. She glanced down and saw bruises stark against her pale skin. Steven had that smug grin on his face as if he were glad he'd marked her. Avril couldn't even remember moving so he could hit the front of her, but obviously at some point she had.

  Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, his attention to her breasts was beginning to have an effect, and she saw her nipples pebble and peak.

  "Do you know I love how responsive you are? I love the way I can touch you and see your body react."

  "I never was before." Daringly, she added, "It must be you."

  He searched her face, then crushed his lips onto hers. Avril fought for breath as he plundered her mouth. When he lifted his head, she was frightened by the intensity of his eyes, the intensity of her feelings.

  His voice was brusque as he said, "I'd better take you home. It's late."

  Avril wondered if he was sharing the same worried thoughts as she was—this was too soon. They'd only met such a short while ago!