by Ann Raina
Julian stood there in shirt and shorts, the belt with the chains around his waist, hands open at his sides. He cocked his head. "I didn't mean to startle you. Or…maybe I did. A bit."
Kyra swallowed her heart down her throat again. Oliver's words came to her mind. He offered bait and she just had to take it. "Off with the clothes." She ran a hand through her still wet hair while he dumped shirt and shorts. He glanced up at her, carefully shielding his thoughts. There was a pleasant blankness in his eyes as if he did not mean to threaten her into something she did not wish to do. "The blindfold. Get it." She waited halfway down the stairs. Ideas jumped her mind. Ideas, which had lain hidden while she had dated Chris. Chris Who? Julian came back with the blindfold, returning a tentative smile to her insecurity. She could see his pulse thud through the big artery at his neck. He was excited and Kyra knew she should take the bait he offered.
He stooped so she could close the blindfold behind his head. His breathing sped up. Kyra led him into the garage. It was the moment she was most grateful to have a neighbor like Oliver who would have so willingly--and, okay, eagerly--equipped her with stuff she had never thought about. She made a mental note to thank Oliver not only with the story of the day, but also with something more…tangible. Although she was certain he would value her description of the session the most. Oh, if it went well. "Stand here." Julian stood, expecting. She could see how excited he was, no doubt. Oliver had handed her two keys to the chastity device--clever thinking of him--and she had put one into the garage--clever thinking of her.
Kyra did not know what to say or if he wanted explanations. She had none to give, and he did not ask. After lowering the hook from the ceiling she fastened a spreader bar and ordered him to raise his hands. "Hold the bar." She fastened the connected cuffs on both sides and his legs with another bar, forcing him to spread his legs wide. She pulled up the rope. He could rest his weight on the upper bar and stand straight on most of his soles to keep the balance. He grunted, but did not stop her. As the master of the situation, so Oliver had told her, she was not to ask if he liked or disliked it. She decided where to go or where to stop. Kyra found confidence in the memory. Oliver had never harmed one of his subs and they all returned on free will to get another spanking. Oh, hell, did she just think that? Yes, she did.
Julian panted and licked his dry lips. He could not anticipate what she would do, and the moment she blew a kiss on his nipple he jumped.
Kyra smiled.
After a moment, Julian smiled, too, feeling foolish.
She caressed his left nipple with her tongue in slow, sensuous moves. His skin smelled of soap and the cologne she had bought for him. How thoughtful to use it before offering himself as bait. Kyra watched his face. He had planned the lurking, he had planned on becoming the punished victim. The moment she had not offered him a spanking right away he had forced her into it. A bit. Yes, it had not taken him much to get her attention. And a real assault would have been too harsh. Kyra sucked the nipple until Julian made small sounds low in his throat. Then she changed to the right side. Julian hung his head, giving in to her teasing and nipping. She added a little biting, just enough to get him out of the silent reverie. When he flinched, she stopped. He swallowed, and the smile was back a second later. She could see his length fight the restraints and took it off. Even with these devices safety advises were offered. She put it aside while Julian stretched between the bars.
He moaned, expecting her to come and caress him.
But that was so not on her list. "You sneaked up at my bathroom door," she hissed in his ear. She had to stand on tiptoe to reach him, but it was worth the effort. "You did what was forbidden."
He held his breath and heard her take the whip from its wall holder. One swish through the air told him what to expect.
Kyra had practiced the use long ago with her uncle. William Jennings had not always been a businessman. His passion had lain with horses and he had taught her not only to ride, but also to use a whip. Of course, Uncle William had thought about horses, not men's buttocks. The whip snapped through the air, hitting Julian's firm ass right across the middle. He cried out and she put less force into the next blow.
He took the pain, swallowed it, rode it out.
His chest heaved with strain when more welts added to the first. Kyra marveled at his well formed derriere. The shallow valleys on both sides told of the muscles above and how he flexed them to take the sting out of each hit. She stopped.
He put his head back, panting loudly now. "God…"
She lowered the whip to the ground and moved noiselessly to his front. He surprised her, being erect and expecting. Kyra could not help but marvel. His length fit his body height as if nature had decided to create him proportional in all details. She placed her hands on either side of his ribcage, feeling the thunder of his heart and his breathing. She closed her eyes to relish the sensation. Her lips found his nipples again, playing sensuous games, before her hands traveled down to his hipbones. His body was stretched out the way she liked to see it--hard, flat, every muscle showing under the skin. She kissed his navel, drawing another deep moan from him. Licking down his belly to one side caused more moaning and quiet pleads. "No pleading," she growled, her mouth close to his groin.
He swallowed and stopped, but more rose with his arousal.
With him being so erect and his legs spread it was easy to reach for his testicles with her lips. He jumped when she pulled them in her mouth and she had her hands on his ass before he could make a step. Reaction said the touch hurt. He whimpered and she took away her hands, but added more pleasure by sucking his balls, rolling them carefully in her mouth. His moaning became louder, deeper. She reached for his legs and stroked them, enjoying the touch much more than he could imagine. Slowly, relishing the moment, she pulled his sac. He yelped something between a moan and a little cry of pain. She took it for surprise and did it again.
He gasped, his breathing raspy now. "Please, no longer…don't…no longer."
"Be quiet or I'll gag you." He made a sound of frustration and she stood to take the whip again. The first hit tore a suppressed scream from his mouth.
"Kyra! Put a gag on me before you do that again, or the whole neighborhood will know I'm here."
"They might call the cops, too." She chose a bit gag and fit it between his teeth. If someone had taken a peep now… Would Oliver have a witty remark? "But I don't think I should be worried about the neighbors." She smiled and closed the buckle. "Just your tongue."
He blew air through his nose, bereft of sight and voice. Kyra returned to her place three feet away. The whip was a solid piece of craftsmanship made to last. The next swing landed just above his buttocks. His head jerked, he bit down on the gag. Very well. Kyra toned down the intensity, counted to five and put down the whip silently. The fun part was to play with him until he could not stand it any longer. She stood behind him. He expected another strike, but there were only her fingertips traveling from his neck down right above the welts. Up and down, the barest of touches. She reached around him, found that she could not comfortably embrace him and changed positions to work on him from the front. From his hard nipples down to his groin, heightening his expectation and never knowing what would come next. It was a game she had longed to play. She touched his length and watched his face while she stroked him. His nostrils were wide. He swallowed and bit on the wood, urging her without words to not let him wait for too long. She licked him, prolonging his coming painfully.
He made sounds low in his throat, gripping the bar tight and moving his hips forward. He wanted to thrust into her hands, her mouth, whatever was offered, but he wanted the teasing over.
Kyra smiled and licked along the stomach muscles. Another sound followed. He strained to get her back. After another long minute she did what he wanted, having granted him all the teasing she had to offer for one day. She stroked him harder, paused and did it again. He got the rhythm and pushed with all eagerness. Kyra thought of a stallion to
tame when he burst over her hand and the garage floor.
For some slow ticking moments his loud breathing was the only sound in the room. He was almost whining with exhaustion. Kyra sat back on her heels and waited for him to calm down. Maybe she waited for herself to calm down. It had been a most interesting experience and she needed new panties.
She washed her hands at the nearby sink, dried them and turned to her prisoner. Julian hung at the bar. His knees buckled and his hands could not steady him any longer. His breathing slowed down, but now she was afraid he would collapse. She took off the gag first.
"Oh, wow," he whispered. "I thought I wouldn't last much longer."
"Hmm, guess I found the Kryptonite to my Superman."
"What?"
"The stuff that weakens him."
"Oh. I understand."
She laughed at him hanging at the bar as if for life support. "I'll lower you now and take you off the hook. There's a coverlet behind you. So just relax." She could see his body shivering, strained by the half hour before. "That's a joke."
"You know how to cause a man a heart attack, don't you?"
"I don't know shit, Julian. I'm just playing."
"God, what will you do if you get serious?"
She laughed, so very satisfied, so very relieved. In fact, she had never thought of this game to be so rewarding for both sides. Suddenly, she understood why Pierre was so happy with Oliver. He got what he wanted and Oliver looked after him to never do more harm than the other wanted. Play it safe, play it sane. The rule applied. Oh, yes, it did.
Julian lay down on the coverlet and she straddled him across the abs to open the buckles holding his wrists. "Careful with me now," he breathed. "I'm totally exhausted."
"I noticed." She placed a light kiss on his sweaty cheek. "My, you need a shower."
"If I make it there."
Kyra laughed again, placing a kiss on his other cheek. "I'll help," she whispered in his ear and stopped his hands when he wanted to take off the blindfold. "It stays, okay? No peeking into the secret room."
"Oh… okay." His hands dropped at his sides without ever trying to touch her. "That was exciting stuff, Kyra." She moved downward slowly to take care of his ankles. Not by chance did she brush his member. He gasped. "Careful, I said. God, I'll be sore for a week."
"I shall wait a week for another game?" She pouted. "Guess you have to recover a bit more quickly."
It was his turn to laugh. "Suddenly you can't be satisfied often enough?"
Kyra thought about that when she put away the spreader bars. She had no answer, but to finally acknowledge her own dreams come to reality. She had wanted this game so much for so long she did not know how to resist it now. She turned to find him in a sitting position, but with his head down to his chest. "Shall I help you into the shower?"
"Gimme a moment." He lifted his chin and, though he was blindfolded, she had the notion he could see her. "Kyra…"
"Don't question me about my motives," she said, her voice firm. "I can't tell you. I won't tell you. And I don't need a psychiatrist."
"No. Just a man." Julian said and the solemnity made her shiver. He winced when he moved. "You actually whipped me. I can't believe it." He smiled, smoothing the hidden accusation. "Was it me wanting this?" She nodded, an apology on her lips, but he shook his head. "I'm fine. I know, I wanted it, and you didn't go too far. I really need a shower. Will you come with me?"
"Scrub your back? I don't think you could stand this now."
"Try me." He reached out and took her hand so she could help him up. He staggered the first steps, held tight to the doorframe and went through with Kyra at his side, guiding him back to the bathroom.
She watched his backside covered with welts. The curve of his buttocks, so strong and muscled that there were shallow valleys on each side, was her favorite. She could run her hands over them again and again without getting tired. But for now he would not want such intimate touch. The punishment had been well delivered and he needed at least two days to get back in shape.
Two days seemed awfully long.
CHAPTER 10
Kyra handed Julian antiseptic soap for washing his backside. It was a nice side effect of being friends with a family of docs and nurses as her first aid kit was well equipped. She stood with her back against the sink and watched Julian shower. It was a quiet and relaxing sensation after the heart racing excitement. He glanced at her, noticing how giddy she was. The show had been intoxicating, making her dizzy. Of course, it was all pulled and pushed by hormones, and she could resist them any time. Yeah, right, and Easter and Christmas fell on the same day. Kyra crossed her arms and waited until Julian took the towel to rub him dry carefully on the back. She giggled again.
"Are you okay?"
"That should be my line," she answered and pushed herself off the sink. "Will you take a second breakfast standing?"
"Where did you learn to use a whip like this?" He glanced over his shoulder to see the welts in the mirror above the sink. He whistled through his teeth.
"My uncle taught me."
He carefully slipped on boxers and shirt. "Tell him you brought it to a very new use."
"I can't." She turned on the way to the kitchen. "He's been dead for two years."
"Oh." He dried his hair with the towel. "Sorry."
"Yes, I was very sorry. I loved him. He had always been kind, gentle, benevolent. Everybody liked him."
"Sounds like a man most should envy." She frowned a question at him. "Most men just see themselves as…crown of creation. They never give a damn what other people think. It's just me first."
"Another attempt at psychiatrist mode?"
He threw the towel over a chair. "Don't be sarcastic. I've seen people like that. A lot. People who thought they could do whatever they want. Fool people, play with them. Push them in the dirt and leave them to rot. Believe me, I've seen enough to know. Your uncle sounds like the people you need in this world, but hardly find. Fathers should be such people."
Kyra avoided his gaze. "I know that you didn't know your father."
"That's one truth." He exhaled and waited until she looked up. "My mom told me--that was when she was already sick--that my father was someone who would never have taken responsibility." He flinched at the memory's hurt. "That he was someone with a…high goal, someone up the ladder who had just by mere chance and accident, if you like to call it like that, got my mother pregnant."
"Oh, that's awful. I'm sorry to hear that, Julian. I truly am."
He licked his lips. "See, it's not like my mother was a saint or something, but she didn't deserve to be dropped like this."
"Could she give you a name?"
"Just Daniel or Desmond. Something like that." He shrugged. "Now, I'm twenty-seven, so whoever it is, he has moved on in his life."
"But he owes you. It should be considered a crime to neglect responsibility in such ways. But even with the new laws about family rights that's not covered. It's still a non-criminal offense. How did your mother die?"
"Pneumonia. She said she had just a cold and, when her friends took her to hospital, it was too late to save her."
"I understand." Kyra needed something to do. Something to occupy her hands. She put cups out to brew tea and filled the electric kettle. "Did you ever try to find him?"
"I tried, yes, like a youngster tries. I'm no private detective so what should I do? Dig into the past of my mother? How? The few friends she had were scattered."
"More's the pity. I'm really sorry. Your start into life was…rough."
"I'm not complaining." He got closer. "Not by much. There are always--"
"Yes, I know, there are always people who have it worse. A worse life. A worse situation." She turned to him. "But that doesn't make your life easier or more endurable. Everything could have been different if your father had done what was right."
"It's idle to think about it. Let bygones be bygones, Kyra." His smile bore sadness. "See, I ruined my reputation with o
ne night at the wrong place and mother or father could not take the blame. It was all my fault."
"It was a strange place to meet, wasn't it?" She set the table and Julian helped. His moves were kind of stiff, and she wondered if he would sit down to have tea with her. "I mean, it was no normal house. No hotel. Not even a diner. Your friend could have met you in your apartment."
"He was on tour. He told me to be there so I was. I never question why or where he wants to meet. Besides, it was not an abandoned house or such." Julian sat down carefully. "See, if you depend on someone you don't make demands. Oops, wrong sentence. Perish the thought. I didn't say that."
"I heard you. Go on."
"Perry knows people and I can't tell you why he wanted to meet me there or why this was the meeting place for that guy with the briefcase. I don't know. It smelled like a setup."
"For you? Or for Perry?"
"Not for me, no. But you need to ask Perry for that."
"I wish I could." She cocked her head. "He's gone. Violated his probation." Julian's eyes widened and his mouth formed a silent no. "He's on the loose and God knows where he is now. So the one person who could backup your version of the story is, poof, gone. Like a vampire at first light."
"I so do not like your humor." Julian exhaled. "But if he is caught now…"
"Yes, he'll be back in prison." She took a toast, handed him another and reached for the jam. She eyed him. "Why did he do this? You know that I did not tell the cops about his visit."
