by Desiree Holt
His hands tightened into fists. “It is…a little tight, Mistress.”
“Can you bear it?” She looked up at him.
He gave a sharp, brief nod.
“Good, then. You tell me when the pain becomes too much. I want this tight enough so that no matter what I do you will not come until I release you.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
The rasp of his voice was like a rough caress on her skin, arousing her and making the walls of her cunt clench with need.
Discipline.
But the heady mixture of a naked and restrained Ethan with the rush of being in command made it very difficult.
If you want to be a good Mistress, you must have control. You know that.
Taking out the whip she’d used the other night, she ran the strips of leather at the end of it over her palm again and again. “Did you think about our session the other night, sub?”
He nodded. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Did your ass burn the next day from the kiss of the whip?”
“It did.” Hunger bloomed in his eyes.
“Do you sit a lot at work, sub? Did you have to fidget in your chair because sitting made the burn more painful?”
A muscle twitched in his jaw. “I do.”
She didn’t ask him what he did. Life outside Rawhide was hardly ever discussed between players, only if they chose to. Anonymity allowed the members freedom to fully express their sexual desires. But an image popped into her mind, one of him in an office sitting behind his desk, gritting his teeth as fabric rubbed against his abused skin. No matter how good the aftercare, it took at least a couple of days for the effects of the whip to wear off. The image sent a ripple of need through her pussy.
“I’m going to enjoy striping this fine ass again, just as I’m sure it will give you great pleasure.” She trailed her fingertips over the taut muscles of his buttocks. “But you must ask me for it if you want it.”
His cock flexed in anticipation. “I beg my Mistress to whip my ass so I may be properly stimulated to receive whatever she wishes to do with me.”
Dani swallowed a smile and pushed the slacks the rest of the way down his legs. She nodded her approval when he stepped out of them and kicked them to the side.
“Very good. I will give you your wish. Take that small bench beside you, and put it under the spotlight with you.” She waited while he moved it to precisely where she told him. “Now. On your knees and bend over the bench.”
His jaw tightened, but the dark flush on his cheeks told her the anticipation of what was to come was arousing him further. He knelt so his ass was in the air, his chest on the padded seat of the bench, and his arms hanging forward. She nudged him to move enough so his shaft, imprisoned in the cock ring, was pressed against the side of the bench, increasing the pressure on his body. She hid a smile as, within its prison, his shaft flexed. There were manacles attached to each leg of the bench, and Dani locked two of them around his wrists. Standing behind him, admiring his gorgeous ass, the potent elixir of power and hunger shimmied through her.
With her foot, she nudged his legs farther apart, so she could see his sac and his very swollen cock between his thighs. When she stroked her hand over them, he jumped slightly.
“These are mine to touch,” she reminded him. “Tell me that.”
“Yes, Mistress. Those are yours to touch.”
“What are mine, sub?”
“My cock and my balls. They are yours to do with as you please.”
“Very good.” She squeezed them, knowing the constriction of the cock ring increased both the pain and the pleasure. The tiny drop of fluid that appeared on the dark head of his shaft and the soft intake of his breath were her reward. And earned him his. “Your punishment is your reward.”
She selected the same whip she’d used the other night, feathered it over his buttocks, and drew it through the tight crevice between his cheeks, teasing him with its light touch. Then, without any further warning, she snaked the whip and cracked its thin tongue across his skin, leaving a satisfactory red stripe. His breathing hitched slightly, the only sign he allowed that showed he was affected.
“Count for me, sub.”
And he did, all the way to ten, his deep voice growing edgier and tighter with each thwack of the whip. Red bloomed across both cheeks of his ass, and she knew tomorrow he’d still be feeling the effects again. Did it stimulate him? Did he get hard at work because of it? She wanted those details as much as she feared the intimacy of the knowledge.
She gave herself a mental shake and stood back, admiring the crisscross pattern she’d created. She teased at his crevice again, pausing to press against his rectum just enough to slide the whip into it a little way before dropping it. Moving in front of him, she focused on his cock that was so swollen in its constraint. She had to touch him. Taste him. Now.
Flicking the locks open she removed the manacles from his wrists. “Rise, sub.”
He rose shakily to his feet and waited, head bowed, for her next order.
“Clasp your hands behind your back and keep them there unless I tell you otherwise.”
Dani stood in front of him, again admiring the lean length of him and his toned body before dropping to her knees. She wrapped her fingers around his cock, closing them over the cock ring and squeezing. The hiss of his indrawn breath let her know the pain was producing pleasure for him.
Carefully she licked the broad flat head, letting the tip of her tongue ride the slit, teasing him with just the tip, before closing her lips around the hot, pulsing shaft. His fists tightened, and the muscles in his thighs tensed, but he held his position.
She sucked lightly, then hard, then light again, all the while stroking his balls with the slim fingers of her other hand. His cock was so hot and delicious. She loved the way it stretched her lips and pressed against the roof of her mouth. Setting up a steady rhythm, she stroked her lips up and down, each time taking him deeper. When his balls tightened, she knew he was near his climax and eased back. She wanted to make this last.
The dance took on a pattern of its own. She licked him—his length, his balls, the flat crown of his head. Whenever she felt that tightening in his sac she backed off, dragging her fingernails down his length, then began again. To know she was controlling his release this way increased her pleasure as well as his. Now she understood more than she had the first night just how sexually arousing it had been for her Masters to treat her this way.
But she also had an overwhelming need for him to bring her to climax before she allowed him his own release.
“I am not ready yet for you to come, sub. You must earn it. First I want to feel your tongue inside me, your mouth on me. I want to see how talented you are in giving me pleasure.”
“I assure you I will not displease.” There it was again, just the faint edge of cockiness in his voice.
Dani wondered what this man did in his everyday life. Obviously, something where he was in complete control. He couldn’t quite shed the mantle of it in a sub situation, holding onto one last thread of control, as if fearing to tumble all the way. So what made him enjoy the life of a sub? What was it that took him one hundred and eighty degrees in the other direction sexually but not emotionally? Would he tell her if she asked? If they went to a third session, she’d put it at the top of her list.
“Very well. Then kneel before me.”
He dropped to his knees, something difficult to accomplish with the complicated cock ring binding his swollen, protesting erection. His movements, however, were more graceful than any other man she’d ever been with.
“Place your hands behind you,” she ordered.
He clasped his hands behind him, face upturned, his hot eyes burning into her. She wondered for a brief moment what he’d be like if she let him off the invisible leash? No. That would change the dynamics for both of them. And the pleasure. But it pleased her down deep that this sub had that fire inside him. It made taming him all the more exhilarating.
/> “Let me see how skilled you are, sub. I command you to bring me just to the edge of orgasm with your beautiful mouth. But first you have to find my pussy. I will not help you.”
“I will do my best to serve you.”
Ethan moved forward just slightly on his knees, bent his head and did exactly what she’d hoped when she put on this dress earlier. With his teeth he carefully untied the bow and used his head to nudge apart the fabric of the dress. It fell apart as it was meant to, leaving her all but naked. As a reward Dani shrugged and let the dress fall to the floor.
“Does my Mistress permit me to tell her how glad I am she chose not to wear anything under her dress tonight?”
Impudent bastard!
“I am always happy to receive signs of your pleasure.” She smiled. “Now show me how much you appreciate it.”
She hadn’t thought it possible that he could stimulate her so intensely without using his fingers at all, but Ethan Corelli was very well trained. He probed her folds with the tip of his tongue, first finding the bundle of nerves peeping out from its protective hood and stroking it before dragging his tongue the length of her slit.
Dani widened her stance, standing there clad only in the wicked heels she’d worn. She hoped she could maintain her balance the way Ethan had. Not that she hadn’t been in this position before.
All her Masters had loved eating her pussy while she stood in front of them, unable to balance herself, unable to do anything except take the torment they dealt out. Knowing if she came without being instructed to do so or lost control and fell, there would be punishment to follow and not always of the pleasurable kind. She was grateful for that training and aroused by the fact that now it was her choice.
She couldn’t tear her eyes away from Ethan’s tongue as he lapped at her cunt, stroking the slit, flicking her clit, then somehow managing to thrust his tongue inside her without even using his fingers to open her. Lust coiled up from her belly dark and hard.
She hadn’t actually planned to fuck him tonight. For Dani that would mean acknowledging the invisible connection she’d been fighting since the moment she met this man, a connection that frightened her. But oh, god, she had a sudden consuming need to feel that cock inside her. She’d wrestle with her emotions later.
Her breathing sped up. Her heartbeat increased. Every pulse hammered away as Ethan lapped and sucked and drove her toward completion.
“Stop.” She nearly shouted the word. “I order you to stop.”
He looked up at her, the liquid of her arousal glistening on his lips and chin, his eyes puzzled. “Am I displeasing my Mistress?”
“No. Not at all. But I wish to come with you inside me. Rise, so I can release the cock ring.”
Ethan stood, hands still clasped behind his back, and watched as she unfastened straps and opened buckles before tossing the apparatus aside. Pulling a tiny foil envelope from the cabinet, she tore it open. A long, thick, fluffy pad lay rolled up in one corner. Dani pointed toward it.
“Bring that here and lay it flat,” she ordered. “I want you to be comfortable.”
The moment it was in place, she ordered him to stretch out full length on his back. Then she lowered herself to straddle him. She bent her head and licked the length of his cock before rolling the condom onto it.
It was suddenly important to her to have absolute control over his orgasm. To have him climax inside her with nothing moving but the automatic pulsing of his cock. No thrusting of hips. No hitching of his body. No touching or holding with his hands.
“Do not move,” she told him. “At all. Just watch my eyes. I’ll know when we’re both ready to come, and I will move for both of us.”
His jaw clenched, but he nodded in agreement.
Very carefully, Dani lowered herself onto his shaft. It was long and thick and she had to ease herself down, grateful that her pussy was so drenched she had sufficient lubrication. By the time every inch of him was inside her, she felt stretched almost beyond capacity. She closed her eyes for a moment to allow her body to adjust to the feel of him, then opened them and looked directly into his. Need, hot and greedy, burned there.
“Clasp your hands behind your head,” she directed.
Ethan did so, never taking his eyes from hers.
And then she moved, slowly at first, up and down, rocking slightly each time, letting the tissues of her pussy adapt to the feel of him. But her body soon grew impatient, her nerves firing randomly, her pulse racing faster and harder, the muscles in her belly clenching with a demanding greed. She increased her pace, faster, faster, faster. She could tell by watching Ethan’s face the effort it was costing him to keep still and not move with her. She stared into his eyes, watching for the sign that he was ready. Waiting. Waiting.
Her orgasm exploded without warning, hot cream pouring from her, her pussy clamping around him like a fist and milking him. His release was barely a second behind hers. He did as she’d ordered and kept his body still, although the effort to do so was unmistakable. And inside her, that magnificent shaft throbbed and spurted hot semen into the thin latex sheath.
Dani’s entire body pulsed with her climax, tremors pounding through her, emanating from her clasping pussy. A climax more intense than any she’d ever experienced with any of her Masters, even when they’d used every device and method to draw out her arousal and make her wait interminably to come. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t hear, couldn’t do anything except throb and throb and drench Ethan’s cock and balls with her fluid.
“You may put your arms around me,” she gasped, dragging air into her lungs.
When he did, an emotion swept over her so strong it made her panic. She’d felt it, felt that connection in their shared climax, and she was nowhere near prepared for it. If she looked at him, would she see the same thing?
She lifted her head and sought Ethan’s eyes, stunned at the strength of emotion swirling in his irises. Did he really feel the same way she did? Was the connection she felt real? Would the intensity of what she was feeling be reflected in his eyes? She hoped it would, yet at the same time panicked. What if it consumed her like an out of control fire?
But then, as if he’d flipped a switch, it disappeared, replaced by a look of remoteness. That invisible wall was still in place. What if, in real life, he had a Dom personality and wanted to control her? What if she fell into the very thing she’d been running away from?
She had to get out of here before she lost herself altogether. She didn’t even know if she’d be able to come to Rawhide again. What if she ran into him? Worse yet, what if she couldn’t relate to any other subs?
God! What a fucked up mess she was turning into.
She rose from Ethan’s supine body. Using the wipes and cloth in the cabinet, she removed the condom and carefully cleaned him, avoiding looking at his face. All she wanted to do was leave. Run home. Hide until she could lock her emotions away the way he did and not put her heart in danger again.
“I think we’re done for the night,” she said and reached for her dress.
The silence in the room was palpable, broken when Ethan finally spoke.
“Permission to speak, Mistress?” His voice was hoarse and strained.
She nodded, one sharp dip of her head.
“Have I done something to displease my Mistress? Have I disappointed her in some way?”
“No.” She concentrated on putting herself back together, unwilling to look at him.
“Then why are you leaving? The hour is far from over.” He cleared his throat. “I would like to know what I did wrong.”
“Nothing. Nothing at all. I—” She shook her head. No way could she tell him how he’d touched her inner soul, reached way inside her and made her feel things far from just physical pleasure, then shut himself off.
“I hope you will call to arrange another session.”
Not with him. Her mistake here was letting her emotions fall into the mix. Right now, they were in such a whirlpool spinning around. She co
uldn’t even pull herself together to finish his after care. The faster she got out of here the better.
“Mistress, may I touch you?”
“I’m sorry, Ethan. I can’t do this.”
Dani shook her head again and opened the door. She couldn’t wait to get out of there.
Chapter Six
A total of ten days had passed since that night she’d run from Rawhide. Ten days of hell, as far as she was concerned. Ten days during which she’d examined every thought and emotion in uncomfortable detail. She had discovered that she was indeed a Mistress rather than a sub. Control was much more fulfilling for her. But she hadn’t expected her emotions to come into play and certainly not with her very first sub.
Dani stirred more sweetener in her iced tea and took a long sip of the cool drink. Across the table, Katie Halliday pinned her with that quit-avoiding-the-issue look. Dani placed the glass carefully on the little paper coaster and sighed.
“Okay, enough.” Katie set down her fork. “We’ve been avoiding the elephant in the room since we sat down and ordered. Don’t you think it’s time to tell me why you called out of the blue and invited me to lunch?”
“Yes, I guess.” Dani sighed again.” I just feel so stupid. Like I’m in high school, wondering if I’m going to the prom with the wrong guy. Or at all.”
“Look.” Katie leaned forward. “I have the housekeeper from heaven and she loves having Rachel all to herself. I think she’s hoping I stay out until dinner. You can take all the time in the world to tell me what’s got you twisted in such knots.”
“She’s almost two now, isn’t she?” Dani asked. The Hallidays’ little girl was the most gorgeous child she’d ever seen and both parents just doted on her.
“Yes, and quit changing the subject. Remember, you asked me to lunch, so what’s this all about? Give.”
Dani leaned back in her chair and tried to pull her thoughts together. She was becoming more emotionally involved with him, not something she’d planned on.
