First came a long stick with a square of leather at the end—a crop. Then a paddle. After each, he met her gaze with a wicked glint in his eyes, as if silently asking, Now, what might I do to you with this?
The quivers deep in her belly moved outward until her fingers trembled.
“Stand up for me, please,” he said quietly.
She wiggled off the high bed and let him pull her pants down, then help her step out of them.
From under the bed, he brought out a roll-topped black cushion. It was about a foot high and wide, and maybe two feet long—like an extremely narrow saddle. He set it on the bed near the edge of the mattress, picked her up, and helped her straddle it. She was facing the headboard, trying to figure out how it worked. Reaching only to the middle of her thighs, it was too low for her to rest her butt on it.
“We’ll start with something entertaining.” He gripped her nape and bent her forward until her ass was higher than her shoulders. Her wrists still clipped together, she braced herself on her elbows.
“You have the most satisfying ass.” He caressed her buttocks between spanking her lightly.
A lovely heat began to spread over her body.
But then he pulled her cheeks apart. A slickly lubed plug pressed against her anus—and was firmly pushed inside.
“What—wait!” She jerked. It stretched the muscles there, burning, and feeling…just plain wrong.
As she tried to rise, he set his hand between her shoulder blades, holding her in place. “I did read over your limits list, lass. Weren’t anal plugs on the list?”
Oh spit. She had checked the item as a wanted to try. “Yes.” Grumbling—mostly at herself—she tried to relax and was unable to ignore the way the thing felt inside her. Invasive…and disconcertingly erotic.
“Let me know if becomes distressing.” He stroked down her back and gave her hair a light tug. “You can sit up.”
Helping her rise—and didn’t that plug feel weird when her weight rested on it?—he lifted her arms and fastened her wrist cuffs to a chain dangling from the black arches that were part of the steel canopy bed frame. Rather than letting her sit back on her heels, the position kept her kneeling up in a straight line from her knees to her hands. The cushion was still between her legs.
“Mmmph, yes. You’re unbelievably beautiful in this position, lass.” Resting a callused hand on her shoulder, he stood beside her.
The satisfaction in his gaze made her very aware of how she must look. On her knees. Naked. Arms bound over her head.
“Close your eyes, please.” He tied a blindfold around her head.
“What? No.” She would have removed it—but her arms were restrained. “Ghost…”
“I thought it was Supreme Power.” The amusement in his voice was all too obvious.
She was going to regret teasing him. Because this wasn’t a pick-up scene…and they’d been together long enough he wouldn’t have a problem pushing her.
The blindfold was definitely a push. Not being able to see changed…everything. She was far too aware of the cuffs around her wrists, of her raised arms—and how she was now totally unable to defend herself. Her skin felt every waft of rain-cooled air from the open windows.
She was already damp in anticipation of he’d do next.
“You’re such a good submissive, waiting so patiently,” he murmured. Before she could react to the sweet—or scary—compliment, he curved his hand around the back of her head and then his mouth covered hers, taking her, possessing, eroding any sense of resistance.
Pulling back, he cupped her breasts with warm callused hands. Fondling, then squeezing, pulling and tugging on the nipples.
Her breasts swelled until the skin felt too tight.
Running his hands over her, he stroked and fondled…everywhere, making it clear her body was his for whatever he wanted to do.
Heat surged through her in waves at the knowledge.
The cushion kept her knees apart, and his fingers easily found her clit to tease it lightly. She could feel how slick she was. “It seems you’re ready for more. Probably not for how much more you’ll get perhaps.”
She stiffened. What did—
He cupped his hand over her mound—to brace her, she realized a second later, when his other hand swatted her ass. The blows fell lightly at first, then hard, and he rubbed away the sting between each set of blows.
Such a lovely burn—and somehow the blindfold made her even more sensitive.
Stopping for a moment, he gripped her hair, tilting her head back so he could kiss her, his mouth rough, then startlingly tender. “Ready for more?” he whispered.
She swallowed.
He didn’t wait for her assent. “Let’s see if you like this paddle.” A second later, the wooden paddle smacked against her bottom, and the sting barely had a chance to bloom before he struck her again and again. With each blow the plug inside her shifted, stimulating new nerves, even as the pain grew, sweeping everything away.
Her eyes filled with tears that pooled and dampened the blindfold.
He stopped, his warm hand on her cheek, as he kissed her hair. Giving her a chance to safeword, she knew, but the pain was like a waterslide, pulling her downward to the depths.
His hand rubbed her bottom for a minute, increasing the wonderful burn.
“Now, we haven’t played with the crop yet.” He stroked the leather down her back and over her butt before starting in with a light tap-tap-tap sensation. Not a bad feeling, really.
The crop moved up and down her ass, then he increased the strength, hitting with a few light ones, then a heavier one that made her squeak.
The sting was shocking, leaving behind a deeper pain as if her skin was welting.
Still standing beside her, he went over the same area, and soon, her ass felt as if it was on fire. A volcano of shimmering sensation reached deep inside her, feeding into lakes of desire.
But then…
He stroked the leather end of the crop over her breasts.
“Wait…uh-uh.” She shook her head, even as he started tapping, creating an almost slapping sensation in circles around her breasts—then hitting right on her nipple.
Ooooh, that was horrible. Wonderful. How could she feel tense, even as she was sliding away?
In between circles, he ran his hands over her burning breasts, hurting her—rousing her unbearably.
“Now I have you warmed up, we can move to the good stuff.” His voice ran over her almost like his hands, warm and sensuous.
The odd cushion between her lower thighs shook, before something pressed lightly against her clit.
A second later, there was a loud hum. Ghost set his hand on her ass and pushed her forward—right into a vibrator.
Only this wasn’t a pleasant bouncy vibrator like the one she owned. Her modest vibrator felt like a dirt bike compared to this gigantic Harley-like effect.
How in the world did a vibrator on her clit make the anal plug vibrate, too?
Too much. Tugging against her restrained arms, she managed to move her hips back only enough the overwhelming sensations decreased…slightly. She sure couldn’t keep from squirming as the vibrations took effect.
“Yes, very nice, pet.”
Then the paddle hit her ass, driving her forward, pressing her hard against the vibrator. He continued, blow after blow, each strike sending a shock of pain through her ass that somehow met the intense pleasure of the vibrator right on her clit.
Her body tightened, the pressure coiling within her, driving her toward an orgasm.
With a low chuckle, he squeezed her breast, set a hand on her bottom, and pushed—holding her right against the vibrator.
Every nerve in her lower half clenched in a shimmering ball of tension and exploded outward in a huge climax. The anal plug added a whole different sensation, and wave after wave of pleasure shuddered through her.
His low laugh held a dark pleasure. “Very pretty. Let’s do that again.”
What?
The crop hit her bottom, her burning bottom, and the riptide of sensation pulled her loose and took her away.
* * *
Ghost was deep into Topspace, feeling as if unseen ropes connected him to Valerie. Her skin was sheened with sweat, her face and chest flushed to a dark rose color. How many times had she come? He’d lost track somewhere on the way to a dozen.
But, damn, he’d never seen anything as beautiful as she was when she came, immersed in the cycle of pain and pleasure. Her breasts were red and swollen and might have a light bruise or two.
Her ass, though, would show quite a few more.
She should never have told him she enjoyed seeing his marks on her.
He closed his fingers in her hair and pulled her head back so he could kiss her.
“No more, please.” Her voice, raw from coming, had reached a sexy low contralto.
“One more. I want to be in you when you come this time, pet.”
She swallowed. “I can’t.”
“Lass, you have to,” he said gently, “because I won’t give you the choice.” He cupped her breast, squeezing gently.
A shiver ran through her, his beautiful submissive. Bending to his will.
He kissed down her neck, tasting the salt on her skin, and nipped the top of her shoulder. In his palm, her nipple bunched into a peak.
All right then.
Leaving her hands restrained, he turned her and the magic wand mount, so her knees were on the edge of the bed, facing away from him. He moved her wrist cuffs to a different hook on the overarching bedframe, which forced her to lean forward. “There, just right.”
Freeing his dick—and fuck, but it felt good—he slicked the head in her very wet folds, then entered with a hard thrust.
“Oh, oh, oh.” Her husky cry of pleasure made him grin.
Damned if the anal plug, slim as it was, didn’t make her beautifully tight.
After flipping the switch on the magic wand, he started to thrust. His movement forced her forward onto the wand—and he could feel the thing vibrating all the way through her. Nice.
Her body went stiff. “Noooo.”
Relenting, he retreated enough she’d only touch the vibrator when he thrust and would get a break when he moved back.
She wouldn’t need much to send her over again. Her cunt was already clamping down on him as she aroused again.
With one hand, he teased a swollen, undoubtedly painful breast, tugging on the abused nipple, as he increased his speed. She was slick and hot around him, her body quivering delightfully as he drove her into the vibrator and back.
“Gods, oh gods,” she gasped—and she came, tightening around his dick like a hot fist, hard enough the rhythmic clenching ripped his control apart.
The pressure tightened in his groin, ran like scalding liquid through his balls, and overwhelming pleasure filled him. Bending his head, he wrapped his arms around her as he came and came.
* * *
Valerie felt like a total limp noodle as she watched Ghost finish preparing for bed. He’d already gently sponged her off before tucking her under the covers.
Sitting on the mattress, he took off his odd peg leg walker, then slid into bed. “Come here, lass.” He pulled her up against him, setting her head on his shoulder. He was so warm she didn’t mind when he tossed the covers back. “I’m surprised you’re still awake.”
“I can’t believe the things you did to me,” she muttered. And, okay, she really loved hearing his deep laugh.
“Professor, I thoroughly enjoy doing things to you.”
“You’re such a damn sadist.”
“Yes.” He stroked down her waist, curled his hand over her ass and squeezed, laughing at her hissed curses.
She earned another squeeze for calling him a son of a dirty, stinky camel.
Life was easier when no one knew Arabic.
“By the way, did you notice the new mirror in here?” he asked.
“I did. It’s really beautiful.” It was huge—probably three feet wide by six feet high with a dark frame of ornate metal inlay work. The black and gold finish matched the hanging Moroccan lanterns in the corners. “And perfect with your décor.”
In shades of blue and black, his bedroom was a beautiful blend of clean lines and luxurious fabrics, rich tapestries and rugs. An Arabian night’s dream in the current century.
“I’m glad you like it.” He brushed her hair out of her face and kissed the top of her head. “Maybe it will make up for the two new rules that go into effect in the morning.”
“What rules?” She lifted her head to eye him suspiciously.
The glint of laughter in his eyes was unsettling. “Rule one—you’ll be naked whenever you’re here. And when you leave, you’ll wear the underwear I buy you.”
“Excuse me?” Like that would ever happen. Valerie shook her head. “Two glasses of wine and a lot of orgasms are totally insufficient preparation for this kind of order, Colonel.”
His deep, open laugh sent quivers through her, and then he caught her chin, keeping her head up. Trapping her gaze. “Because of the damage your ex and his nitwits caused, you were going to walk away from what we have together, pet. That’s unacceptable.”
It felt good to hear him insult them, but… She swallowed. “Yes, what they said made me feel…ugly…but how will being naked help?”
“Covering up isn’t helping you, lass.” He pulled her against him, his arms comforting. “My experience—losing part of my leg—is different, yet similar. It took quite a while before I could stand to see myself in the mirror, before I could accept that my body wasn’t the same as what I wanted, but it’s mine, and I’m not less of a person. Simply different, which is okay. Some people like who I am and how I look—and some don’t. And that’s okay, too.”
She huffed. “You’re like sex on a stick, and I’m old and flab—
“Stop.” He picked up something from the bedstand and swatted her thigh.
“Ow!” It stung like a line of angry bees had nailed her. “That didn’t feel good at all.”
When she tried to rub her stinging thigh, he held her hand away from it. “You told me you know you have a problem because of those assholes. Can’t you trust me enough to let me help?”
She trusted him. She did.
And maybe being called on her disparaging thoughts might help. Would help. Oh effing hell. “I’ll hate it, but I guess being switched for disparaging comments is all right.”
Not able to meet his eyes, she glared at his chest. “The naked stuff, though…”
“I know it’ll be difficult, sweetheart, but it goes with the rest.” He stroked her hair. “Although I can’t say it’s going to be a problem for me. I love seeing you naked, and I’m really looking forward to seeing you in the lacy red undies I bought you.”
“You won’t when you see what I—” Her mouth closed with a snap, because she’d seen him touch the gods-benighted switch.
“Excellent response time you have there, Professor.” He cupped her cheek, kissing her lightly.
With a sigh, she set her forearm on his stomach and gazed down at him. “Why couldn’t you have been an accountant or pencil-pusher? I’m not sure I’m up to all this military discipline.”
“Discipline is fun,” he said solemnly, although a crease appeared in his cheek. “At least from this side of the paddle.”
Her lips twitched because he totally meant it. “Riiight.”
“And if you’re walking around bare-ass naked, it means we’ll be having sex a hell of a lot more often.”
She blinked. Actually, that sounded rather nice…
When he burst out laughing, she hit him.
And regretted it…
Chapter Twenty
Wednesday morning, Ghost walked out of the bathroom. Jesus. “If I have a heart attack, pet, I’m blaming you.”
Bending over, Valerie was doing a shimmy to settle her gorgeous breasts into the royal blue bra he’d purchased for her. “What
?” Brows together, she glanced over her shoulder at him.
She hadn’t turned on the lamps, relying on the dawn light coming through the tall arched windows. The glow danced over her skin. Hair the color of caramel swung loose. Her full, heart-shaped ass was…right there. Her breasts were pushed together, begging for his hands.
Within two steps, he’d closed on his quarry and pulled her upright and against him. With her back against his chest, he turned so she faced the full-length mirror. His arm across her pelvis kept her ass pressed against his already hard erection. He curved his other hand around her throat.
Her eyes had closed.
“No, pet. Look at yourself. At us,” he growled. “Woman, you’re sexy as fuck.”
She opened her eyes, and he smiled at her flush. The way she aroused so quickly was a delight.
With his foot, he shoved her legs apart and slid a hand under the pretty thong to cup her pussy. “You’re slick for me.”
“Ghost…no.”
“Such a weak protest.” He squeezed one breast, increasing the pressure until he heard her breathing catch. Until he felt even more wetness against his palm. “I found a ripe peach in my bedroom…and I’m going to pluck it from the tree and enjoy every bite.”
To illustrate, he sank his teeth into her shoulder, pleased she’d wear the mark of his teeth all day.
And then he stripped her and satisfied them both.
Chapter Twenty-One
Olivia had chosen her attire with an eye to what was coming. Black leather pants, black bustier, black leather jacket, knee-high black boots. Her hair was spiked, her makeup strong.
Natalia, the little brat, had laughed and decked herself out in an adorable pink tank and lacy briefs.
Leading the way into the club, Olivia glanced around. “It’s busy tonight.”
Natalia gave her a pleased nod. “About like it was before Wrecker drove off all the nice members.”
So it seemed. “Has it been a month since Ghost took over as manager? Time really does fly, doesn’t it?”
Standing near a scene, Alastair spotted them and nodded a greeting. The tall Master was wearing a dungeon monitor vest…as was the younger Dom beside him. One of Ghost’s changes. She’d helped teach the first DM class last weekend and was pleased with the quality of Doms he’d chosen. Interested, experienced, intelligent, responsible. Later tonight, she’d put in her DM time and would have what Ghost tended to call “recruits” following her.
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