by BJ Wane
“I plan on it.”
As soon as they were left alone, Lillian rounded on Mitchell with one question before she talked herself out of asking it. “How do I know for sure what I want?”
He scrutinized her face for a moment before replying, “Explore, experiment and find out. I can’t answer for you, but I can assist you along the way to discovery, if you’re brave enough to take the first step.”
She stiffened, narrowing her eyes at the challenge in his tone and behind his words. Between her pulsing body, rioting emotions and that dare, turning him down wasn’t an option. Lillian was starting to get a better understanding of what she’d subjected Liana to with her constant challenges.
“How much bossiness do I have to tolerate?”
“I only dish out what is necessary, pet.”
Blowing out a breath, Lillian nodded. “What are you suggesting?”
Chapter 9
Lillian would continue to deny it, but the interest in what she’d seen so far was there. Mitchell had watched her pupils darken as he explained the side position on the wheel of misfortune, her nipples harden and face flush as they paused to take in Mindy’s writhing body convulsing in climax from a swat that reddened her bare labia and the pulse in her neck jump as they approached Brett and Cindy.
Since returning from dinner at the Dunbars’ last night, he had been unable to stop picturing her here, with him tutoring her. Like her, he could admit to lust. What he still couldn’t come to terms with was the way she continued to invade his thoughts since meeting her. They shared nothing in common and both agreed they weren’t each other’s type. Taking a step back as her physician had failed to settle the matter, so that left one more option; to assuage the lust.
“What are you suggesting?”
Her question hung in the air between them. She wouldn’t jump into an intense scene, but he could give her a taste of his preferences that might convince her to go a little further. If not, at least they could put whatever this was that kept pulling them together to bed and move on, she to wherever she was headed next and him back to forging a new life without Abbie.
“A better question is what are you willing to try? Light bondage? Public or private, covered, partly bared or naked? The possibilities are endless. Most newbies prefer a secluded spot for their first scene.” Her eyes narrowed and fists clenched, signs she didn’t like being lumped in with most newbies, as he suspected. The snowball fight she’d initiated at the cabin had given him a glimpse of her competitive streak. In order to take advantage of this opportunity, he would use every bit of knowledge about her to ensure she got the most out of this experience. “Give me something to start with and I’ll take it from there.”
Lillian’s chest lifted as she sucked in a deep breath. “I’m fine with staying up here as long as we’re off to the side or in a darker corner. I don’t want to be fully restrained, denied all movement.” She cast a quick glance behind him at the people in scenes and milling about. “And prefer to start covered.” A taunting smile curled her lips as she looked up at him. “Can you do that, Master Mitchell.”
“A little cautionary advice, pet,” he said, clasping her hand, “it’s not wise to challenge a Dom.” Spotting a vacant spanking bench in the corner, he tugged her over to it. “Wait here a minute while I get a few things.”
She tensed next to him, likely from the order, but he didn’t look at her as he strode to the cabinet on the wall a few feet away. He didn’t have anything in mind until he opened the doors and spotted the thigh straps with attached wrist cuffs. Perfect. Selecting those, he went to the toy cabinet, debating over dildos, vibrators and various spanking implements. A new item caught his eye and he reached for the glass anal beads, his cock twitching as he imagined inserting them, and her response. Picking up the dual slapper and feather tickler, he carried the objects back to Lillian, who eyed them with a mixture of interest and trepidation.
“Remember, saying red ends whatever I’m doing, without question. If you need to ask me about something, go ahead. Otherwise, try to focus on what your body is saying. Are you wearing panties?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Of course,” he murmured, watching as she realized his inquiry was appropriate given the different stages of attire by everyone. He unzipped her skirt, keeping his eyes on hers. “You’ll still be covered, then, if I remove this. Step out,” he instructed as the black garment fell to her feet and left her standing in a pair of beige silk panties and white blouse.
Stooping in front of her, he slid his hands up her smooth right leg. She clutched his shoulders as he reached the top of her thigh and wrapped the Velcro strap. “Drop your right arm.”
Her muscles tensed under his hands as she questioned him. “Why?”
Glancing up, he pinned her with a disapproving frown. “Because I said to.”
Lillian huffed, those violet eyes swirling with indecision before she gave in to his calm patience and lowered her hand. Mitchell nodded in approval then turned his attention to attaching the cuff to her wrist, binding her arm to her upper thigh, checking to make sure the snug fit wasn’t too restricting. He did the same procedure on her left, only he grabbed her hand off his shoulder himself to secure that arm to her leg before pushing to his feet and cupping her chin. “Are you clothed enough and is this dark and secluded enough to continue?”
“Yes.” She jerked against the restraints, a confident grin lighting up her face. “I’m not going to freak out on you, Doc.”
A part of him wished she would so they could end this and put it behind them. Seeing those long, bare legs again got his blood pumping with a need he couldn’t deny, the temptation to test her cocky self-assuredness riding him hard.
“Good to know.” Releasing that stubborn jaw, he turned her to face the spanking bench. “Kneel down, hips pressed against the edge, torso prone.”
Mitchell had to give her credit for not balking or arguing as she settled into position. Her muscles were tense, her breathing hitched, but she lay facedown on the U-shaped headrest without a word. Testing her, he slid a finger under her panties and grazed the damp seam of her pussy lips. Shifting to the side of the bench while keeping his finger nestled between her puffy labia, he leaned over and whispered in her ear.
“You’re wet and swollen, pet. Are you sure you’re not submissive?”
Lillian lifted and turned her head, their lips almost touching as she replied, “You’re touching me, so of course I’m aroused. We’ve already established that.”
“Then let’s see if I can confirm a few other things.” Straightening, he pressed his finger deeper, brushed against her clit and pulled back. Flicking the side mechanism on the bench, he pushed the head down several inches until her hips were elevated above her shoulders.
Gasping, she yanked on her arms and then groaned at her inability to move. Her voice wobbled, a telltale sign he relished, as she asked, “What are you doing?”
“Placing you in one of my favorite positions.” Adding a second finger to her pussy, he stroked her into accepting the decadent pose in favor of concentrating on her pleasure. The next plunge knocked against her womb before he withdrew to circle the small bundle of swollen nerves. Slick juices coated his digits, soft muscles contracted around them and her clit hardened. Time to pull back.
A frustrated growl rumbled from Lillian’s throat but, much to his surprise, she kept quiet. Until he coasted his cream-covered fingers up her crack, dampened her anus and then breached the tight puckered entrance with his middle finger up to the first knuckle.
Her whole body quivered as she wheezed, “Oh, God. Mitchell, I don’t know about that.”
“Then say red.”
“And stop everything now?” she snapped with frustrated incredulity and a shift of her hips.
This was easier than he had hoped. “I guess I can let you skip this experiment, if you can’t handle it.”
For the first time in what seemed like forever, Mitchell let loose with a deep chuck
le as she went rigid and the muffled bite of her reply reached him. “I can handle whatever you want. I’m not saying red, so go ahead.”
Working his finger inside her tight ass, he wondered whom he was really testing tonight, himself or her.
“Relax your muscles, concentrate on the sensations.”
Relax? Mitchell twisted his finger inside her butt and Lillian wondered how she was supposed to loosen up. She should stop and think before jumping to accept the challenges he kept throwing at her. The inability to move her hands didn’t bother her as much as she’d imagined, nor did the mild exhibitionism from losing her skirt. If she were to be honest, both new experiences contributed to her arousal increasing with damp preparedness as he reamed virgin territory with more vigorous strokes.
Fisting her hands for leverage, she took several, lung-filling breaths, exhaling slowly after each one. Her tension eased with every breath and deeper push inside her rectum. He used her own juices to ease his way, the very idea both shocking and stimulating. Thirty-four years old and, as startling ripples of pleasure tingled deep inside that orifice and spread to her pussy, nothing in her past encounters hinted at missing out on anything. With her sheath aching for more attention, she lifted her hips, compressing her lips to contain the verbal plea on the tip of her tongue. One mortification was enough to deal with.
“See? Not so bad, is it?” Mitchell, damn him, pressed his other hand against one buttock and held her hips down. The added restraint increased her vulnerability, inflaming her further, astonishing her with another unpredictable revelation. “You don’t need to answer, just continue to concentrate on what your body is telling you.”
He pulled slowly out of her clutching inner muscles only to return with two fingers. The minor pinch of pain eased into discomfort as he stretched those muscles with nerve-teasing strokes that caused her vaginal walls to spasm with empty privation. Her panties dampened with the thick cream dripping from her pussy as goosebumps broke out along her perspiration-damp skin. Her nipples ached, pressing against the bench, and the longing to free them of the confines of her clothing intensified with his slow exploration and tantalization of nerve endings she had never considered before.
Without raising her head, she felt him bend to her ear again, his breath warm as he whispered above the low voices, high-pitched cries and other sounds of play going on behind them. “What do you say, Lillian, are you ready for more, or do I stop,” he withdrew and then thrust deep in one smooth return plunge, “now, with this?”
Desire for the sweet oblivion of release took over and she shook her head, not needing to think it through. “Don’t stop.”
Nipping at the tender skin of her neck, he followed the quick sting with warm approval. “You please me, pet.”
Lillian tabled the pleasure his praise gave her to delve into later as Mitchell moved back, lifted his hold on her cheek and pulled out of her body and panties. Cooler air wafted over her exposed buttocks as he lowered her panties, the uplifted position of her hips putting her now exposed backside on display. It helped to feel Mitchell’s jean-clad legs brushing against her widened inner thighs, knowing his tall, larger frame blocked everyone’s direct vision of her. Instead of heated embarrassment, a molten rush of flaming lust sizzled through her veins, aided by the thrust of three fingers filling and stretching her quivering, soaking pussy.
She whimpered, a pathetic sound of need only this man could pull from her. He played with her clit, pressed against the swollen tissues lining her convulsing sheath and pummeled her depths, but never let those contractions gain momentum toward climax. Her frustration built along with her desperate arousal, her need escaping in a throaty, aching growl.
“Not yet,” he stated in a calm, seemingly unaffected tone as her tight grip around his fingers failed to keep them inside her as he pulled back.
“Damn it.” She whipped her head up, turning to see him oiling a short strand of different sized glass beads. Suspicion gripped her abdomen as heat flared hotter, both inside and out. “What are those?”
“Anal beads.” Mitchell looked at her, running his slick fingers down the shiny orbs. “Do you trust me or want to stop?”
Why did he always have to phrase things in a way that was equivalent to waving a red flag in front of her? His matter-of-fact voice and demeaner prompted her to prove she was no coward as well as attempt to shake that iron control as much and as thoroughly as he had stripped her of her preconceived notions.
“I’ll say red when I want to stop,” she said, putting her head back down without admitting she trusted him. She wouldn’t give an inch where she didn’t have to.
Long fingers and a calloused palm gripped one fleshy cheek and squeezed, followed by his gruff baritone. “See that you do.”
Lillian gritted her teeth, both against that smug rejoinder and the slow insertion of the smooth glass bulbs. The oil and his hand must have taken the chill off the balls, which helped her accept the foreign objects as they rolled with ease past her tight rim. The first, biggest one was the most difficult to remain still for as it pinched and stretched to the point of soreness. Each consecutive orb was a little smaller and slid easier into place until all five were embedded. The stuffed feeling was unpleasant until she swayed her hips to alleviate the pressure and discovered they rolled and pulsated against those newly exposed nerve endings.
Her astonished cry rent the air before she gasped, “You didn’t tell me they moved!”
“Vibrate, and it’s more fun to show than tell.”
Mitchell shifted between her legs, the rough denim against her skin changing to the softer brush of his cotton t-shirt. Those large hands cupped the underside of her buttocks, his thumbs spreading her labia and then the scratch of his goatee tickled her inner thighs as he licked up her seam. Another cry spilled out of her mouth, this one softer as her pussy convulsed around his invading tongue probe.
“Mitchell,” she breathed, unsure what she wanted to convey back to him as he lapped at her clit. He didn’t stop feasting to answer, thank goodness, adding one long finger to stroke deeper than his tongue could reach.
Between the glass bead’s palpitations and his busy tongue and lips, she succumbed to the heightened sensations igniting a heated frenzy throughout her body. A sharp, teeth-tugging yank on her clit elicited a shriek and gush of cream, numbing her to everything except the pleasure spiraling out of control. He lapped over the tortured bud, his finger sliding through her damp channel with ease as he pressed against her slick walls. Sinking his teeth into one tender fold resulted in another convulsive grip around his finger and returning tongue jab.
Lillian forgot about the public exposure, her dislike of Mitchell’s bossiness and the fact the activities in this place weren’t her thing. As the anal toy and his mouth worked their magic, driving her to the pinnacle of release over and over only to have him slow down enough to stop the final push into orgasm, the reason for her being here, with him in the first place took a back seat to the desperate need he’d kindled inside her. She quaked as every cell was awakened by the painful intensity burning through her system, making her legs shake as she pushed against his marauding mouth in one last, silent plea for an end to his torment.
Instead of showing her mercy, he abandoned her drenched pussy to tug on the string dangling from her butt. Her muscles tightened around the rolling caress of all five balls but it was the brush of soft feathers teasing her labia that drew a shuddering sigh of pleasure. Swallowing her pride, she opened her mouth to beg but the abrupt snap of leather replacing the feathery caresses seared her tender flesh, drawing a startled shriek instead. She shook as the sting morphed into pulsating heat with another soothing stroke of the feather. “Oh, crap,” she groaned as he delivered another burning swat and calming feathery stroke that sent her into a tailspin of needy lust, leaving her no choice but to plead for mercy.
She lifted her head but didn’t look back as she pled, “Mitchell, Master, Sir, whatever you want me to call you, please do s
omething.”
“Tell me what you want,” he insisted.
Now she did glance around, grateful he had stood and leaned to the side so she could see him. “Are you really going to make me say it?” she demanded.
“Yes,” he returned, the implacable hardness lacing his voice drawing a shiver down her spine. “I can’t risk misreading you,” he added by way of explanation.
With her hands cuffed at her sides, it was difficult to keep her head raised. Huffing, she swallowed her pride. “Fine, fuck me, is that clear enough for you?”
Mitchell’s answer was a blistering smack to both cheeks as he fished a condom out of his pocket. “A little reminder to watch your tone as a matter of respect,” he taunted back.
Lillian wanted to smirk in return and tell him the burn only fueled the fire he’d left simmering, but wouldn’t put it past him to deny her release. Instead, she opted for a throaty plea. “Please.”
“Better.” Twirling one finger, he signaled for her to turn around, the silent order grating, but not enough to risk delaying his possession.
As he gripped her hips and prodded her pussy lips with his wide cock head, a sharp barked order from another Dom nearby followed by a leather-snapping lash and shrill cry reminded her of where they were. What am I doing? She never imagined she would find herself in such a position, let alone in public. And then Mitchell slid forward, filling her needy pussy with his hard flesh, stretching her sheath with his thickness, and nothing else mattered.
“Take a deep breath, pet.”
He didn’t give Lillian time to ask why, or to bristle at the disliked endearment as he pulled back with excruciating slowness and tugged on the dangling anal beads cord hard enough to yank the first ball out of her butt. Pleasurable ripples raced up and down both orifices, changing into gripping spasms as he thrust hard and deep with another glass orb release. Like setting flame to a dry timber, she exploded in a burst of fiery contractions, going mindless as he rocked her body on the padded bench with pounding, jackhammer strokes. Sensation after sensation ripped through her with endless pulses, her strangled cries catching on breathless sobs.
