Her Devil's Kiss

by Linzi Basset

  Pamela would soon realize that now she would be nothing more to him than a pleasurable pastime. She'd played him for the fool long enough. He shook off the dark thoughts. As a Dom, his attention had to be on his sub, not swirling around in what could have been.

  “You did well in your first lesson, sub. I'm pleased.” He kept his voice low, only for her ears. Her head tilted to the side.

  “Thank you, Sir.” Her voice pitched higher as he fondled her breasts.

  “It's a sacrilege to punish these beauties with this tight corset, wouldn't you agree, my pet?” Again, his words warmed the side of her temple as he ran his fingers over the curve of her breasts just above the edge of the demi bra.

  “I respectfully agree to disagree, Master Rage. I can assure you they are very happy where they are.”

  “Hmm … but then it's not your decision what happens to them in here, now is it?”

  Pamela pressed her lips together, adamant to refrain from answering.

  Crack! Crack!

  “Oww! Fucking shit,” she gasped as two stinging slaps on the upper curve of her breasts seared through her brain. She’d forgotten how hard the same hands, that could be so gentle, were when dishing out punishment.

  “I don't appreciate having to remind a sub of the simplest of rules. This is the last warning, so pay close attention. When I ask you a question, I expect an answer.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her breathing increased as she felt warm lips trail soft kisses over her skin that still burned from the punishing slaps. The contrast to the stinging slaps were confusing as hell but not unexpected. Alex loved to fuck with a sub’s mind and keep her on her toes.

  “Let’s have the answer, sub. Who decides what happens to these tits tonight?”

  Pamela forced her mind to concentrate on his words while he continued to leave soft nibbling kisses along her chest and throat. She couldn’t see a thing through the blackness of the blindfold but at the same time, the loss of sight sharpened all her other senses. At the moment, the seductive slide of his warm lips over her skin awakened the nerve endings all over her body. Shivers coursed down her spine to settle in a heavy throb in her loins. A sharp nip in her neck reminded her he was waiting for an answer.

  “You do, Master Rage.”

  “Yes, I do indeed.”

  That said, he yanked down the cups of the corset to bare her breasts. She felt the briefest touch whisper over the tips. They immediately puckered into hard stones.

  “I love how reactive your nipples are to my briefest touch, Switch.”

  Pamela gasped at what she felt was an insult, especially coming from him and the way his voice hardened as he whispered into her ear.

  “No. Sir, that's not an appropriate name and I refuse to be called that.”

  She was having a hard time voicing her irritation under the continued teasing caresses over her nipples.

  “You don't like it? Then you better choose a sub name because I'll not be calling you Mistress Pam.”

  “I don't expect you to. Ohh,” she sighed as he rolled the twin nubs between his fingers, alternating with soft pinches.

  “How about ... I don't know, Peaches?” He smiled as her lips pursed into a pout. “On the other hand, if your lips are permanently going to be in such a sour pout, maybe Lemons would be a better choice.”

  “What's wrong with just plain Pamela?” she clipped out.

  “Come now, my pet, you know the rules. Everyone chooses a club name. I still don't know why Rhone allowed you to just shorten yours as your Domme name but your wiles won't work on me. Either choose a name or it'll be Peaches ... just as creamy and tasty as your skin is to the touch ... and my tongue.”

  His softly uttered wayward compliment struck her mind blank. She'd forgotten how potent Alex's touch was. He wasn't even trying to seduce her and already her loins were twisted into a tight knot. How the devil was she supposed to think of a stupid name when all her brain could conjure up was his cock sliding into her pussy? Slow, easy and rocking into her as he watched her, all the while—

  “Very well, Peaches it is.” His rumbling voice yanked her back to the present as did the sound of her thong ripping into pieces and falling away from her body, leaving her ass and pussy on blatant display to the crowd that by now had doubled in size.

  “No! What are you doing?”

  “Whatever I want. Remember, sub? You signed the agreement, and I am the one in control. Or was it all a front to keep Rhone from kicking you out?”

  “No,” she snapped, “Sir. It wasn’t.”

  “Time for your second lesson, my pet.” His breath heated the scallop of her ear. “Let's see if others agree with my assessment that Peaches is a fitting name for you.”

  “Please ... you know I don't like to be without clothes in here.”

  “I’m well aware of your reluctance for voyeurism or exhibitionism, my dear, but I also know it's not a hard limit for you. I warned you that I’ll be pushing your boundaries—exactly like you pushed the trainees.” His voice lowered. “I have no intention of pussyfooting around you, Peaches. You know the rules. If you're uncomfortable in a scene and need a timeout, what do you do?”

  “Say yellow.”

  “And if you want it to stop it?”

  “Red.”

  “Well, now look at that. You deserve a gold star.”

  His fingers tugged on her nipples and then he pinched them ... hard. She did her best to bite back the cry but it still echoed in her ears. His voice rasped with satisfaction at her reaction.

  “So, my pet ... are you using one of those words?”

  Pamela exhaled slowly. Her mind was aswirl with arousal. Being in the dark assured that her entire focus was on him and what he did to her. She was helpless in the firestorm of arousal he was feeding so expertly. She knew he was testing her, waiting for her to cave in under his command and run away. Her shoulders straightened and her chin tilted upward.

  “No, Master Rage.”

  “Very well.” The words rumbled against her ear. “Better dig deep, Peaches. I’m going to push every single button of yours and take you to the edge of all the boundaries you’ve kept so tightly controlled over the past four years.”

  Pamela was still computing the threat and nearly swallowed her tongue as his large hand covered her pussy from front to back.

  “Every. Single. One.” He pressed his palm firmly on her clitoris. An erratic tremor coursed through her body as he sensually tantalized her pussy with hot fingers, slowly brushing up and down over the swollen nub.

  The next moment he was gone. She felt bereft as he took the warmth that had permeated from his body into hers with him. The sound of the chains rattling as he cranked the pulley, filled her ears. She protested with a soft moan as her arms were pulled back, forcing her into the same hunched over position with her ass pushed out ... naked and her pussy visible for all to see.

  It was a small consolation that she could hide behind the blindfold. Thank the gods for small favors. His soft footsteps alerted her to his return. His fingers brushing back her hair, soothed her earlier sense of loss.

  “Let's see how well you remember your lessons from the past, my pet. For the next thirty minutes, you will not climax. If you do, the test will start from the beginning. And so it will continue until you give me thirty continued minutes without an orgasm. Do you understand my expectation?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she bit out through thin lips. No one had to tell her what was coming. Alex was a master in conjuring up scenes where a sub's resolve got tested, over and over. From what he had said earlier, she knew this time, he intended to involve others in the scene. She hated climax control and it was something she'd rarely done to subs in her role as Domme.

  Not knowing what to expect was the worst, especially as seconds turned to minutes and nothing happened.

  The first touch was so soft, she thought she imagined it but when another followed over the twin ass cheek, she knew it had begun. The same taunting caress trailed over her
arms, her shoulders and finally over the upper curve of her breast.

  A feather. Good lord, someone is teasing me with a feather!

  She was hard pressed not to laugh with relief. Sensation play was something she had always loved and could revel in the arousing effect for hours. Maybe Alex had forgotten that about her.

  Far be it for me to remind him of that. I’ll just relax and enjoy the next thirty minutes.

  Crack! Crack! Crack!

  “Owww! Shit,” she cried out in surprise at the stinging strikes on her ass. She should’ve known better. Alex had the memory of an elephant. Her hands curled into fists as the soft brush of a hand over her nipples warned her what was coming.

  Contrast. He was going to destroy her ability to keep her mind in control with contrasting sensations. It didn’t take long for her body to jerk and thrash with the conflicting actions, arousing with hands and lips then spiking with flogging and spanking her ass, breasts, and labia.

  “Noo,” she gasped as two mouths latched simultaneously onto her nipples and sucked on her tits.

  Crack! Crack! Crack!

  “Oh, fuck no!” Pamela thrashed as the leather strips seared with a painful sting between her legs, increasing the tight coil in her loins that the sucking mouths were successful in achieving. She might have been able to resist if they kept the contrast separate but combining arousing with pain … she knew she’d lost the battle. They were relentless as stingy lashes rained onto her labia with precise accuracy. She whimpered as blood charged through her veins to pound into the swollen nub. She jerked and twitched as the veins in her neck pulsated.

  The next strokes were timed perfectly at the same time the two Doms bit into her nipples and shook their heads. The edges of the flogger connected with her clit over and over. Her scream echoed to the rafters as the coil inside her snapped as the world shattered around her. Her back arched as waves of tantric pleasure threatened to drown her.

  “I guess that means we’re starting again.”

  Alex’s deep voice floated toward her as if from afar. Hands immediately settled on her ass, squeezing hard, drawing a painful mewl from her.

  “Yellow,” she gasped, still battling to find her breath.

  Alex was by her side in an instant. His fingers gently traced her quivering lips.

  “I’m here, Peaches. Talk to me.”

  “Time, please. I just … need to catch my breath.”

  He didn’t respond but continued to draw calming circles on her back. He hadn’t partaken in the scene, preferring to stand to the side and watch. The emotions that had swirled through his mind at the sight were still at war inside him with the decision that their association would be no more than that of a Dom and trainee. His lips flattened and his jaw turned rigid.

  Focus, White. You’re not going down that path again.

  He stepped back. “Your respite is over.” He pressed his face close to hers. “This time it would please me if you refrained from disobeying my order again.” His lips nibbled on an earlobe. “I know you can do it, Peaches.”

  The heat of his lips sent a twisted spasm down her back. The unrivaled sense of self-assurance and raw sexuality that exuded from his massive presence unsettled her. She dragged in a quivering breath. He had the ability to arouse her with no more than a whispered word, a gentle caress and the heavy throb that settled in her loins was testimony to that.

  “I won’t climax again, Master Rage.”

  “Good girl.”

  Then he was gone and the torture commenced. Only this time, it was more focused, more intense, aimed at pushing her to the limit with relentless control of each touch, strike, and suck.

  Pamela desperately floundered in her mind to find a point of focus. Something that would keep her mind occupied and gave her the strength to hold back the orgasm that was already thrilling deep inside her core. She found it in the chambers of her mind filled with the current case she was working on. With meticulous attention, like she always portrayed in every aspect of her career, she began to filter through the case points. Soon, her mind became disassociated from her body. Her hands relaxed and her body leaned into each strike and caress.

  “Fuck me, just look at that,” Alex whispered to Rhone who stood next to him. “She’s in complete control of her body.” His eyes glinted as he watched her body shuddering under the ministrations of Bruce, Keon, and Max. Every line in her body spoke of disengagement.

  “That’s a remarkable achievement, mate, but when it comes to Pamela, I’m not surprised. I suppose that’s why she managed to fool everyone into believing she was a Domme. She has remarkable control.” Rhone leaned against the wall. His eyes narrowed on the petite blonde, dressed in black leather hot pants, approaching him. He smiled as he noticed her bare feet. At least she took his warning to heart and stopped wearing those spikes. He didn’t want her to fall during her pregnancy.

  “Up to no good again, I see, my Master,” Samantha purred as she pressed against his side. Her face tilted and she pursed her lips invitingly. Rhone couldn’t resist and leaned in for a passionate kiss.

  “Just correcting an attitude, love,” he whispered against her lips.

  She blinked and looked at the scene in front of them. “I don’t understand. Pam is a Domme. Why is she in a submissive scene?”

  Alex briefly explained the situation, watching as Samantha’s eyes widened the further the tale unfolded.

  “It seems most of us have something in our past to deal with.” She fluttered her eyes at Rhone. “I was wondering, my Master, if I could entice you to some sensation play in the Examination Room.”

  Rhone pushed away from the wall. “I wouldn’t say no to such an invitation, Ace. As long as you know I’ll not be seduced into anything that would put stress on our baby.”

  She smiled sweetly. “I wouldn’t dream of it, honey.”

  Alex watched them go. He was glad that Rhone had finally given in to the enticing blonde and admitted to the feelings he had for her. The fact that she was expecting his baby, of course, had a lot to do with his change in attitude toward their relationship. He glanced at his watch.

  “Time.”

  The Doms stepped away from Pamela. Alex hit the pulley to release the chain. This time she couldn’t keep her pose and her arms relaxed behind her back as her knees visibly buckled. Her breathing was erratic and her body was wracked with shudders.

  He pressed his body against her back, heating every inch of her skin from shoulder to knees. The soft moan that escaped her lips followed the kisses he placed on the soft skin at the base of her neck while he massaged her arms. Her breath caught as his hands gently traced the contours of her hips to slowly trail upward. She bit back a whimper as her nipples turned into hard stones. The tips of his fingers brushed over them as he grazed his palms back and forth over the taut peaks.

  Pamela floundered in the blackness surrounding her, flayed bare by the sensations he managed to spike inside her. She squeezed her inner muscles but it was all for naught. Her arousal glistened on her labia. The sweet honeyed smell tantalized Alex’s nostrils.

  “You have quite an intoxicating bouquet, Peaches.” He kissed her shoulder. “You did well this time, my pet. I’m proud of you.”

  “Please, Master Rage … I need …”

  “You’ll have to be more specific, little one. What do you need?”

  “Fuck me, Sir. Please!”

  Alex was surprised at the request and the desperation he could hear behind it. It was the one thing she never did, even all those years ago, was have sex in public.

  “You want me to fuck you? Right here and now?” he rumbled deeply.

  “Yes!” she cried. Her voice quivered as she pressed back against him. “Get inside me, Master Rage. Now! Fuck me.”

  Alex stepped back but continued to caress her back with one hand while quickly sheathing his cock in a condom that he pulled out of his pants.

  His hands on her hips guided her into a bend over position. Pamela’s breath his
sed from her chest as she felt the blunt tip of his cockhead press against her labia, forcing them apart. She braced herself for the pounding. It never came. He surprised her by sliding hilt deep inside her with a slow forward thrust and immediately rocking into her with an easy rhythm.

  Her head tilted sideways. She cursed the blindfold, needing to see his expression, trying to decipher what was going on in his mind.

  “I don’t understand. You said you don’t do this anymore. You fuck! Now fuck me, damn you,” she demanded. Her lust and need for a hard pounding after being aroused for thirty minutes screamed for it.

  His laughter was wicked. “Yes, so I do, but knowing it’s exactly what you crave, do you honestly think I’ll give it to you? Now, at this moment?”

  Pamela didn’t respond, only whimpered as he continued to drive into her with easy strokes. Alex unclipped her wrist cuffs.

  “Grab hold of your ankles,” he ordered roughly.

  She didn’t question or hesitate and reached down. Her moan sounded carnal as his cock felt even bigger and deeper in this position. At this moment, she was unconcerned by how she must look to the spectators who stood watching in awed silence.

  “Don’t come, Peaches. Not until I’ve spilled my cum. Once I do, you’re free to let go.”

  He brushed his hand down the crevice of her cheeks, smiling as a sob escaped her lips. His hands clamped her hips in a tight hold as he drew back and with one hard forward thrust, began pounding into her.

  Pamela was glad Alex held her so tightly, otherwise she would have crumbled under the intensity of lust that he ignited inside her. She whimpered at the hardness and Alex’s strength in his possession of her.

  “God, please. Come already!” she screamed as her entire body shuddered with the need to climax. She was lost in the euphoric sensations that overpowered her body and mind. It had been so long since she’d experienced these kinds of sensations … became lost in the emotions he evoked inside her. She had no idea how to deal with it.

  “Ah, Peaches, I’d forgotten how hot and tight you are,” he managed to say as he powered into her. He let go and released the raging orgasm that had been compelling his fervent thrusts. Heat tickled at the back of his scrotum to illuminate the rush of arousal that momentarily blinded him. It surged through his veins, drawing a primal roar from his lips. A sharp pain shot through his head as he ejaculated deep inside her.