by Day, Vella
“Rule number one is don’t do anything until I tell you to.”
“So what you’re saying is that if I feel the urge to—”
He cut off her question with another powerful kiss making her forget what she was about to say. His hands roamed over her back, but only for a moment. He moved back as if he hadn’t meant to kiss her.
“Rule number two. Don’t say anything other than yes, Master and no, Master, and only when I ask you a question. Is that clear?”
“No.”
His shoulder jerked forward. “Explain.”
“What if I don’t like what you’re doing to me? Can I stop you?”
His body relaxed and he dragged a knuckle down her cheek. “Have you ever had a man make you helpless and vulnerable?”
“No.” No one other than Dante.
“No, what?”
Oh, shit. She’d messed this up already. “No, Master.”
This time the white of teeth appeared, and what perfect teeth they were.
“Good. If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say the safe word.”
“Like stop?”
Now a chuckle almost rumbled out. “We can be more creative than that.”
“How about Colter?”
His demeanor turned dark. “That would stop me. Now let’s begin your training.”
Training? Dante already implied their kind of training wouldn’t have anything to do with capturing the bad guys.
“Take off your clothes.”
Her heart hitched for a moment. It was the man who usually wanted to disrobe her, but questioning him might not be wise. She was curious about what would happen if she didn’t follow his instructions.
As if her fingers had a will of their own, she lifted her shirt over her head. Because the swelling had gone down on her cut, she was able to move her fingers better. She tossed the shirt toward the cabinet and missed.
“Pick it up and fold it.”
Was he serious?
He inched forward.
Guess so. She did as he asked and placed the shirt on the counter. Needing some support to finish undressing, she leaned against the credenza, bent over, and untied her laces. Since she was somewhat handicapped, she wasn’t able to give him the strip show she bet he expected. Well, too damned bad.
She half thought he’d tell her to hurry, but he remained rigid as he watched her. Once she removed both shoes and her socks, she glanced at his crotch, but the room was too dim to tell what effect her undressing had on him.
Getting out of her jeans took a little more work, but eventually she got them down to her ankles. Using her feet to hold the leg in place, she stepped out of one side then the other. After neatly placing her clothes on top of the others she faced him wondering if he wanted her totally naked or not.
She drew her hands behind her back and waited for his command.
“Come here.” He stepped to the left behind a mat.
She eased toward him. At first she thought this was new and exciting. Now she began to question whether this had been a smart move. Only because he had told her he’d stop if she asked was she willing to see what he had in mind. Images of him hanging her on the wall and impaling her with his big cock made her drip.
“Yes, Master?” Okay, that wasn’t a question, but she was new to this game.
Game? She thought of this as fun but Trax seemed intent on making sure she understood who was in control.
“You failed to completely disrobe.”
She’d been about to say that he hadn’t been specific, but wisely she chose to keep her trap shut for once. She bowed her head and inhaled, waiting to see what he would do.
He lowered one strap of her bra and leaned forward acting as if she was some kind of present he wanted to savor instead of a man who wanted to teach her a lesson. His tongue tripped over her shoulder blade and the urge to grab his shoulders and pull him closer raced through her. She reached out to touch his skin and enjoy the feel of his bulging muscles, when he grabbed her wrist.
“I can see this is going to take a long time. I don’t want you to move. Remember?”
“Okay.” Jeez. Had that been one of his rules? She couldn’t remember.
He lowered both straps and peeled the cups below her breasts. She looked up just in time to see his eyes widen as if seeing her nakedness excited him a lot. “So pretty.”
He thumbed her nipples and they immediately puckered. Her pussy was vibrating something fierce, and even she could smell her own arousal. He unhooked the back of her bra and lowered it down over her hands.
It didn’t surprise her when he placed the underwear on the other stack of clothes. She wanted to ask him what his issue was with things being messy, but she doubted he’d answer her.
A drawer opened, but with his body blocking her line of sight, she couldn’t see what he’d removed.
“Close your eyes.”
“Why, Master?”
He growled. “Commands are to be followed, not questioned. Is that clear?”
Not really, but if it meant the difference between getting his cock and not getting his cock, she’d agree. “Yes, Master.”
“Good.”
He stepped behind her and placed a blindfold over her eyes. A blast of panic sped through her. You trust him. She instantly touched the soft fabric to make sure she could remove it if she became too overwhelmed.
He pulled back her hair and his breath caressed her ear. “I know you want to ask why I need to blindfold you. Trust me when I say the sexual experience will be heightened if you do exactly as I say.”
She liked the sexual experience part and nodded. Being able to call a halt to this experience made her feel safe.
“Good.”
His careful and calm demeanor lulled her into thinking he might play with her nipples next. Wrong. He pulled back her wrists and bound them in seconds with more soft fabric.
Adrenaline spiked through her. After tugging on the straps and realizing she wasn’t going to get loose, she gave up. Now, her only chance at putting a halt to this was to say her safe word. In her heart, she trusted him to honor her wish if she used it.
Footsteps sounded across the room and then returned.
As each second passed, excitement rather than trepidation grew. What was he planning? Her level of trust surprised even her. When he dragged an unknown object across her breasts, her nipples distended.
“Master?” The word slipped out.
“It’s called a flogger. It’s made of the softest leather. One might liken it to a floor mop, but instead of coiled string, the ends are leather.”
The image sent a shiver of delight up her spine. Once more he lightly swept it across her nipples and they hardened further. He’d barely touched her, but the idea that she was basically his captive excited her.
“Rule number three. No matter what I do, you must not climax or there will be consequences.”
“Consequences, Master?” Understanding the full extent of her new world was important to her.
He grabbed her by the scruff of the neck and drew her so close that she could feel his breath on her lips. “Only because you are new will I forgive you. Do not question me again.”
She swallowed before nodding.
“Would you like a little taste of what I will do if you are bad?” He drew her bottom lip into his mouth.
Once more she nodded, but a second later thought maybe she shouldn’t have agreed so quickly.
He led her forward. She took small steps not wanting to trip over anything though she doubted he would have let her stumble.
“Kneel.”
Uh-oh. She bet this was the spanking bench. Since she wanted to experience all of Trax Field, she did as he asked. He guided her down then lowered her head. The pad was closer to the ground than she remembered and came to just under her tits. He plucked one nipple and she let out an involuntary gasp.
“Did you like when I did that?”
At first she had to think whether she was e
ven allowed to answer. To be safe, she nodded.
“Good.”
He must have gotten on his knees behind her because his fingers clasped either side of her panties. Slower than she thought possible, he lowered the sides until the silky material popped over her hips. Not wearing a bra didn’t nearly make her feel as naked as when he’d slid down her panties.
His palm rested on her belly then inched downward. “What do you have here? A waxed beauty?”
That was a question so he might want a response. “I swim a lot and don’t want to have anything showing.”
“In the future you’ll need to keep it bare so that my cock won’t pull on the hairs and hurt you.”
Oh, my God. If he planned to fuck her, she wished he’d hurry up. Desperate to have his finger on her clit, she wiggled her ass. Instantly, he let go.
“That movement was not acceptable.” The slap came fast and hard.
“Ouch.”
He grabbed her ponytail. “Ouch? Do you wish to use your safe word?”
She shook her head.
Another slap landed on her ass. Bastard. She wouldn’t cry. She refused to give him the satisfaction he’d caused her pain. After the third smack, her damned pussy actually dripped. What was up with that?
When he plunged a finger into her sopping hole, she gasped.
“I see you liked your spanking. Perhaps I will have to change your punishment to include deprivation.”
Okay, now he was pushing it, but she bit back her answer.
He lifted her to a stand and unwrapped the straps holding her arms. She rubbed them to relieve the tension. Trax never said anything about not touching herself.
“Pinch your nipple.”
What? She didn’t usually play with herself, but if it would get her closer to her goal of feeling his amazing cock, she would do it. Without thinking, she raised her right hand and pinched the nipple, happy her fingers were finally able to close completely.
She lowered her arm.
“Liz, Liz, Liz. Don’t you service yourself?”
“That’s what a man is for. Master.”
That came out a little bitter, but all her pent-up frustration finally burst to the surface. In a flash she was in his grasp high off the floor. He strode across the room and set her down.
“I hadn’t wanted to do this so soon in your training, but you leave me no choice.”
The safe word bubbled to her lips, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to use it. He lifted her right arm to the side and snapped on a cuff. She tugged, but clearly the restraint was meant to constrain. No surprise, he locked down the other hand. She supposed that wasn’t any worse than having her hands tied behind her back.
What she didn’t expect was for him to grab her ankle and stretch it wide to the side. The same type of cuff went around her leg. When he repeated the action on the other side, exhilaration ran through her veins. She wanted his cock worse than anything, but since she wasn’t allowed to talk, she wouldn’t beg.
“I can smell your arousal. Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes!” Damn. That just came out.
“I’m pleased, but this may take hours. I hope you are ready to control yourself. If you come I will not give you my cock.”
She groaned. That was so not fair. Could he really lick and tease her and not impale her? Given the man wrote the book on control, she feared the answer might be yes. Maybe Dante would walk in and help her out.
“Since you are a virgin to this lifestyle, I am going take that into consideration.”
Footsteps sounded and then the tearing of paper. He returned. What came next was pure torture.
Chapter Eleven
Trax had to blindfold Liz. One look at her and his claws had extended and his bones had popped and cracked. To shield her from learning the truth, he’d rushed over to the credenza. Now wasn’t the time to tell her he wasn’t all human.
He inhaled, using all of his training to keep from shifting. Once he blindfolded her, he’d quietly managed to take off his shoes and remove his pants. If he hadn’t, his cock would have burst through the material. He never expected finding his mate to be pure hell. His urge to take her and forget her training nearly did him in.
He dragged the vibrator over her belly. “Can you tell what this is?”
“A dildo?”
He smiled at her hesitation. The hint of excitement lacing her tone implied she might not be adverse to pleasuring herself. “Very good. Would you like to experience it while I play with your tits?”
She drew in her bottom lip and he almost lost it. Did she have any idea what she did to his resolve?
“Can I have your cock instead, Master?”
He swallowed a groan. “No.”
“Then yes.”
This should keep her highly stimulated but not enough to climax. “Remember, if you come, I’ll walk away and leave you totally unsatisfied.”
Her lips firmed and he wanted to take her right then. If she cried out his name prematurely, he’d jack off or else demand that she suck on his cock. He closed his eyes for a second to refocus. Why did he insist on torturing himself?
You want her to truly enjoy herself. I’m doing it for her.
Using the tip of the vibrator he pried open her pussy lips. He wanted to lick her and drink in her juices, but to do that would be cruel. She wasn’t trained enough to control her own body. He moved the vibrator back and forth over her opening and loved how her moans of pleasure increased with each swipe. From the way her body swayed, she was fighting her urges. When she bent her knees he caved and slipped the vibrator an inch into her pussy. The tension in her face immediately disappeared.
Her groan made him so fucking hard. What he wouldn’t give to be that piece of hard plastic. Taking his time, he glided the vibrator in and out of her, and with each pass, her juices turned heavier. By the time he had the vibrator fully seated in her, her scent had permeated every one of his cells and he fought hard to keep the beast inside from getting out. He prayed he wouldn’t cave.
He never shifted unless it was to fight an enemy. This irrepressible urge drove him crazy, but he was determined to bring her the ultimate climax. He prayed he could last that long.
“Would you like me to turn this on?” There were rotating beads that would pummel her walls and drive her close to the brink, but if he put it on the slowest speed, she wouldn’t go over the edge. Or so he hoped.
“Yes, Master.”
He smiled at her compliance and thrilled that her defiance had turned to desperation. As soon as the vibrator went to work, he held it in place and dragged his tongue across a distended nipple. Her tits were perfect, so soft and supple and full.
You are weak.
Right now he almost didn’t care.
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Liz was glad he couldn’t see her eyes because she was sure they’d be red from squeezing them tight. This constant teasing was almost too much to bear. Her walls kept spasming when he touched her. Knowing satisfaction wasn’t permitted made it more difficult not to seek release. If her climax claimed her and he walked away, she would turn into a maniac. She had to believe this was as hard on him as it was on her.
His one hand masterfully manipulated the vibrator while his other pinched the nipple not consumed by his mouth. Her juices flowed and her pulse raced. She bit the inside of her mouth to stop from coming. His teeth tugged on her swollen crest and the quick intake of pain turned into something glorious a minute later. How could anyone not have an orgasm?
While she didn’t ask for his cock, her mouth opened as she gulped in air. Perhaps it was when she dropped her head back that he understood she was ever so close. He shut off the vibrator and pulled it out.
How dare he? She was about to get satisfaction with or without his cock. The second she growled at him, all contact ended.
“That’s good that you didn’t come.”
That’s because you pulled out the fucking vibrator.
Instead of commenting, she
pressed her lips together to show her displeasure. He cupped her pussy and the brief personal touch sent skitters up her spine. But it was when he slipped in a finger inside her that her body heated up again.
He leaned in close and nibbled on the hollow of her throat. His tender kisses were more powerful than any fake cock in her pussy.
“Would you like me to eat you?”
God, the man was going to break her. “Yes, Master, but only a little.”
His chuckle was a balm to all her fears. He skimmed his hands down her sides. From the angle, she assumed he was getting on his knees. She clenched her ass in preparation for the assault on her pussy. Instead of relief, he had the nerve to nip his way up her inner thigh while he massaged her ass. To keep from screaming, she pictured tying him up and licking his cock but never putting him in her mouth. In this imaginary world, she’d promise him her pussy and even hover over his cock, but since his hands would be tied and his legs spread wide, he couldn’t take her. She smiled.
The real world invaded when he did the unthinkable. He swiped her entire pussy with his tongue and evoked a gasp.
“Please, Master.”
He thumbed her clit. “Please, Master, what?”
“Please, Master, fuck me.”
“Patience.”
She didn’t want to have any more patience. This slow seduction had her near the breaking point. He pried open her lips with his thumbs and slowly circled her clit with his tongue. The light pressure was worse than when he’d turned on the dildo and drove it in and out of her.
She sniffled to keep her tears from soaking the cloth.
He groaned. Suddenly, he released her right leg and then her left. She didn’t move, awaiting his instruction. When he untied her wrist restraints, she lowered her arms and rubbed them.
A kiss was the last thing she expected, but having his bare chest plastered to her body and his hard cock pressed against her belly weakened not only her legs but her brain. Her lips worked furiously against his as her hunger nearly consumed her. His groans sounded more like growls when mixed with her moans.
She gave up the fight and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“God, Liz, I have to have you.”
