UnSub

by Kendra Greenwood

  He turned her body to face him, capturing her hips in his grasp. “You have a beautiful body, little subbie,” Daniel said as his eyes traveled to her toes and back again. “And I like that you’re shaved bare.”

  Oh, God. Her eyes fell to the floor and she gulped. Nobody had ever said anything to her like that. She thought she could easily drop ten pounds and still not be thin. She never handled a compliment very well either. Thankfully, he expected her to keep her mouth shut and her gaze on the floor, so she didn’t have to acknowledge his statement. She thought this whole experience would be less intimate, less personal, more like working out at the gym. But Daniel’s probing questions and off-hand comments kept distracting her.

  “Come,” he said, taking her hand. “We’ll start with a flogging.” Alyx felt her body tense and she gave herself a pep talk. You can do this. Don’t let him see your fear, or would that be excitement? She still couldn’t decide.

  Daniel walked her over to the large wooden X bolted to the wall. Grabbing her by the shoulders, he directed her away from him and positioned her up against the polished wood. She startled at the coldness against her chest and stomach. Raising her right hand, he buckled her wrist into the padded leather cuff and slid a finger underneath to check if it was too tight, repeating the motion with her other hand. He slid his warm hands over her body, spread her legs wide and shackled both ankles into the mounted restraints, again making sure his finger fit between her flesh and the leather straps.

  Howie Day’s voice sang out, “Brace yourself, with all that you have.”

  “Perfect song,” Daniel whispered in her ear and she arched her back in response, like a feral cat. “Brace yourself, sweetheart.” He ran his hands up and down her arms, massaging her lotioned skin, then drifted over the sides of her torso and across her hips. His hands were soft and agile as they moved over her flesh, not the calloused hands of a laborer, the hands of a skilled man intimately familiar with the female body. He stroked upward under her arms and she cringed, giggled.

  She felt his smile on her neck. “My, my, are we ticklish, little subbie?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said, squirming, while he continued running his fingertips along the undersides of her arms.

  “There will be no laughing in the rec room,” he admonished.

  “Yes, Sir,” she said, chewing on the inside of her cheek to stifle herself.

  He tugged on her makeshift ponytail again, exposing her neck and leaned in. His lips nipped at the seashell curves of her ear, tickling her lobe and making her wriggle. “Are you okay, Alyx? Are the restraints too tight?”

  “No, Sir,” her voice raspy.

  His arms circled her waist and his hands traveled up between the wood and her breasts. He squeezed them gently. His voice came low and rich, “I think you’ll be surprised at how much you’ll enjoy this, my Alyx.”

  “I’m trying to believe that.”

  “Silence,” he snarled. “You do not have permission to speak.” He pinched her nipples hard and she inhaled sharply. Grasping her shoulders, he massaged them a few times, then traced small lines toward her bottom. “I like the feel of your bare skin, Alyx,” he mumbled into her ear and again she cringed at the tickle creeping across her skin. Goose bumps erupted. He cupped her bottom and squeezed her butt cheeks, then stroked up and down the sides of her torso again. Any part of her that wasn’t already scorching, thawed under his touch.

  “Are you ready?” he said against her nape.

  “Yes, Sir,” she mumbled. He bit her earlobe gently and then ran wet kisses across her neck. She recoiled and a small giggle escaped her.

  “Laughing again, Alyx?” he said gruffly, and she feared she’d angered him.

  “Uh, no, Sir. I mean, well, y-yes, Sir. Maybe a little.”

  * * *

  Daniel struggled not to laugh out loud. “Now, now, little pet, nothing is funny here. This is all carnal, dark. I thought I made that clear already. I’ve never punished a sub for laughing before but I’ll gladly add this to your list of infractions. And there most assuredly will be no humor during a flogging. Understood?”

  “Yes, Sir. Absolutely not, Sir. I totally get it.”

  He worried this whole thing was about to blow up in his face. He needed to get his game face on, and quickly, before this turned into a bad Saturday Night Live skit. “Enough,” he said, using his most intimidating tone. “Your only response is yes, or no, Sir.”

  Jesus, she was delectable, but really. Focus man. He had to make this painful enough so she wouldn’t fold under the hand of another Dom, or he’d be doing her no service at all.

  Selecting a medium weight, deerskin leather flogger with no knots at the end, he snapped it a few times in the air to get her attention. She jumped at the sounds. Good. He needed her tense in order to make this rewarding. He moved in close and let the strands of soft leather trail across her naked back, down over her bare buttocks. “This will be painful, but not too. What are your safe words, Alyx?” he said, his voice stern.

  “What?” she said and he knew the anticipation of a lashing already had her distracted.

  “Wrong. How do you answer me?”

  “Uh, what was the question, Sir? I forgot,” her voice shrill.

  “I said, what are your safe words, Alyx?”

  “Y-yellow and red, Sir.”

  “Good girl. Use them if you need to.” And with that, he stepped away from her and let the lashes fly. The fronds hit her skin with a gentle thud. She jumped and then stilled. He kept the pace steady at first, then increased the rhythm moving right and left across her back, eventually drifting downward to caress her beautiful behind and then her muscular thighs. He wondered how long she would last.

  Stopping, he moved in, leaning his body against hers, his massive erection strained against his cotton pants. He pressed it into her backside. In a low growl, he said, “You look so beautiful like this, little subbie. Still with me?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said, breathless. The heat from her reddened skin against his chest burned like a shot of warm scotch sliding down his throat. He reached around with his free hand and grabbed a breast, pinching the nipple hard. She gasped. Sliding his hand between her legs he ran his fingers through the slick moisture and pressed two fingers inside her. “So responsive to the flogger. Sooo wet,” he hissed into her ear and gooseflesh rose on her skin. “And we’ve only begun.” Obviously, her breath sat trapped in her lungs. “Breathe, Alyx. I don’t want you passing out.” When he heard her release a breath he stepped back, bereft at the loss of her body heat.

  Changing the stroke so only the tips struck her, the lashes made little pelting noises, like freezing rain against a windshield. He knew this would sting more and kept a close eye for her response. When her hands fisted in the restraints he decided she’d had enough. Dropping the flogger onto the bed, he moved in quickly and circled his arms around her waist, her breathing rapid and her skin glistening with sweat.

  “You did well, darling. I’m proud.” He decided she deserved a reward. He pressed his body into her back and ran his hands over her heated skin, trailing his fingers over the inside of her thighs, then slid them into the moistness between her legs again. Her head fell backwards onto his shoulder. Her arousal quickened his pulse and he kissed her gently behind her earlobe. “You’re so worked up, sweetheart.” He placed a fingertip at her opening and slipped a finger inside. She quivered under his touch, sucking in a ragged breath. His tongue traced circles around her ear and she keened loudly.

  “Shush,” he chided. Circling the sensitive nub between her legs, her hips flexed into his groin and he knew her climax wasn’t far away. “Not yet, baby, you will not come until I give you permission.”

  “Please, I can’t control that,” she mumbled.

  “Oh, yes, Alyx. This is all about control. You will wait until I allow you to come.” Thrusting two fingers deep inside her over and over again he felt her backside writhing against his erection and her vagina clenched in response to th
e relentless penetration of his fingers.

  “Daniel, please,” she begged, groaning loudly.

  “How do you address me, little subbie?” he snapped. Removing his fingers, she groaned at the loss of his touch.

  “Oh, God, I mean, Sir, please, Sir.”

  “Good girl.” He reached up and released her wrists from the restraints, then undid the ankle cuffs. He quickly reattached her so she faced him and continued his assault on her vagina. Kissing her deeply, he used his other hand to massage her breast, pinching a nipple until she cried out. His mouth drifted downward and he clasped the other between his lips and nipped at it with his teeth, then sucked. She whimpered.

  “Not yet, baby,” he reminded her. He pulled his fingers out of her, his palm resting up against her pelvic bone. She opened her eyes and gave him a wanton stare. Sure, she struggled to stay quiet, obedient, but he made her wait a moment longer, then drove in three fingers to the hilt. “Fuck,” she yelled. He covered her mouth with a kiss to shut her up. Tongues danced, pulses raced, breathing became panting. His fingers curled inside her, toward her pelvic bone, and he began massaging the bundle of nerves that sat against her vaginal wall, while his thumb ravaged her clit. He increased the stroking and pressure until he had her at the crest, and she’d be unable to hold back.

  “Come, sweetheart,” he whispered through a kiss. His tongue plunged into her mouth, imitating the action of his fingers. She moaned into his mouth as her soft folds clenched around his fingers. He waited until the spasms ebbed, then slowly withdrew his fingers, pinching her clit to draw out the last few shudders.

  Kneeling, he quickly unbuckled the ankle cuffs, then reached up and undid her wrists. Her body went limp and her head fell onto his shoulder. He scooped her up into his arms and headed for the oversized chair at the foot of the bondage bed. Taking the soft flannel blanket from the chair’s back, he settled her against his chest and draped the blanket over them. He tucked her head under his chin and held her tightly, shifting her off his painful erection.

  Slowly, her breathing eased and her body mimicked sleep. He stroked her hair and kissed her forehead gently, enjoying this moment of closeness. They sat that way for a while until her breathing changed. Her head popped up.

  “Oh, Daniel, I’m sorry. Did I fall asleep?” Her eyes blazed in the candlelight and damp tangled tresses of hair fell over her eyes. He pushed the long locks off her face and kissed her lips gently.

  “No, little subbie, you hit what we call subspace. Honestly, I’m shocked you got there on the first try. I’m delighted.” She sat up straight and the blanket fell from her shoulders baring her beautiful round breasts.

  “Subspace? I did read about it, but I wasn’t exactly sure what it was. It felt like that orgasm took me outside of my body. Damn awesome.”

  “From my vantage, I think you liked it well enough.” Even in the dimness, Daniel could see Alyx flush.

  “But, what about you? Aren’t I supposed to return the favor?”

  “I’m pleased you offered, but no, not at this point.” She shifted on his still-hard dick and contemplated.

  “But you must be uncomfortable?”

  “I’m not a teenager Alyx and my body doesn’t get everything it wants whenever it wants it. I will wait until you are properly prepped.” Alyx seemed confused and Daniel decided she’d had enough for one night. He reached over to the small refrigerator and opened the door. Retrieving a water bottle and a plastic container of cut watermelon, he popped each lid and handed Alyx the bottle. “Here, you need to hydrate.” Alyx emptied half the bottle. “Good girl.” He settled her back onto his chest, snuggling her tightly. “Open your mouth.” He fed her chunks of watermelon, alternating between her mouth and his.

  “Wow, I’ve never loved watermelon as much as I do this very minute.”

  She gaped at him with her beautiful azure eyes. “You’re a rare beauty, Alyx.” She definitely blushed that time and his heart galloped.

  Danielle led Alyx back to the second floor, still wrapped in the soft flannel aftercare blanket. Opening the green room’s door, he flicked on the light and two bedside lamps blazed to life. He pushed gently on the small of her back and ushered her inside. “Take care of what you need to in the bathroom. I’ll wait and tuck you in.”

  Daniel sat in the jade-green wingback chair in the corner. He leaned his head back, crossing his arms and legs. The toilet flushed, water gushed from the bathroom faucet and a moment later Alyx returned to the room, still wrapped in the subbie blanket. “Lose the blanket, you’re to sleep naked,” he ordered. He turned down the covers and waited for her to slide in between the crisp white sheets.

  He gazed quickly at her flawless body and had the urge to climb in next to her. Pulling the covers up to her neck, he sat on the side of the bed and leaned over, placing a hand on either side of her shoulders, effectively trapping her between the sheets. She appeared so innocent, contented. She rewarded him with a dreamy expression.

  “You okay?”

  “I’m just so, wonderful.”

  “Good. I enjoyed tonight. You did really well.”

  “You’re a good teacher,” she said, her smile widening.

  “Honestly, I’ll admit I was worried. This isn’t exactly the way it usually works. I had to keep reminding myself you aren’t really my sub.” He brushed the hair back from her face, leaned in and stole a kiss from her. The warmth of her lips, and the sensation of her tongue dancing with his, threatened his control. He’d better leave before he got in trouble.

  “I’ll come for you at eight,” he announced. “We’ll throw some weights around in the gym and then go for a run. I usually do three miles, how about you?”

  “Three is fine.”

  “Good. Sleep well.” He gave her a quick peck on the lips and made his way out of the green room. He turned before shutting the door and they shared a silent knowing interlude.

  Readying himself for bed, he gazed into the mirror over the master bathroom sink and sighed deeply. His mind was still in the rec room. He’d been surprised and pleased at both Alyx’s enthusiasm and responsiveness. When he met her at Jack’s last night he never imagined tonight would play out the way it did. Remembering how much she’d struggled to keep her mouth shut made him grin. Perhaps he should introduce her to the gag. He wasn’t all that fond of gagging his submissives, but she might force him into it with her smart-ass mouth. He pulled on his dick, still struggling with his erection. And her sweet offer to give him some relief, shit, he hardened even more. He should have taken her up on that offer. Tomorrow. Tomorrow he’d take her. From the front, from the back, shit, every way he could.

  Okay, he needed a shower. He needed release.

  Exiting the bathroom, he pulled down the covers on his bed and sat on the edge. He leaned his forearms on his knees and stared at the parquet floor. Eyes on me, he said in his head. The memory of her gazing at him made his arteries throb. He wanted to touch her slick skin again, hold her in his arms. He pushed himself up off the bed and ambled toward the French doors leading to the balcony overlooking the ocean, and flung them open. Leaning on the railing, he inhaled the briny night air and closed his eyes. Her vanilla scent lingered in his head.

  The sounds of waves rolling onto the shore spoke to him, the tide’s ebb and flow like chapters of his life. He’d never thought very far into the future. He’d always fixated on the immediate; school, football, his career, his patients. Daniel inhaled deeply, the cool ocean breezes clearing his head. What would his life be like in twenty years? He had so much and yet sometimes he felt his life had no meaning. He shook his head. Jesus. He was getting morbidly philosophical. What brought that on?

  Lying in bed, he stared up at the ceiling’s black abyss, then his vision drifted rightward. The moonlight coming through the panes from the balcony doors made square patterns on the far wall and he counted them, like he did every time, even though he knew exactly how many were there. A little ritual he couldn’t stop no matter how many times
he tried. Rubbing his face with his hands, he inhaled deeply and let it out slowly, then parked his palms behind his head. He wondered if his little subbie had fallen asleep, and how beautiful her face would be in the throes of dreamland. The thought of her so close, and yet so far, felt like pure torture.

  Chapter 3

  Sunday

  Daniel’s phone alarm pulled him from the rec room, where his dreams had him fucking Alyx on the bondage bed all night. He’d run his tongue over her glistening skin, her breathing labored, her luscious mouth screaming his name when they both climaxed. His heart pounded in his chest and he was drenched in sweat. His dick stood at attention, again… or still. He couldn’t remember.

  He glanced at the clock: 7:45 a.m. A fast shower.

  Dressed in a gray wife-beater shirt and black gym shorts, he raised his knuckles to the Green Room door and knocked, but walked in before she said, “Come.” Boy, did he ever want to, and right inside her sweet spot. She stood in the bathroom doorway, her toothbrush all sudsy in her mouth. “Just a minute, Sir,” she mumbled through the foam, putting a finger up.

  He stared. Everything she did was delectable. Her cute little ass was hidden under tight black spandex shorts, her breasts molded into perfect mounds inside a fitted purple tank-top. A pair of tortoise shell sunglasses sat wedged in the V-neck of her shirt. Exiting the bathroom, her open shoelaces trailed across the beige carpet. “Almost ready, Sir,” she said, now seated on the bed and reaching to tie her shoes.