Immersed In Pleasure/Submit To Desire (The Original Sinners Pulp Library)

by Tiffany Reisz

  Kingsley brought his hand around and waved a stopwatch in front of her face. “Five minutes.” He set the alarm. “Ready?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “You’re trying to get me to fuck you by calling me ‘sir,’ aren’t you? It will work. But not yet.”

  Before she could say anything else, the flogger was off the bed and he’d landed the first blow on her back. She flinched at the sudden burning pain. It was shockingly sharp, but not unbearable. She breathed through her nose in short, desperate bursts. She was determined to not to say her safe word. It wasn’t so much that she wanted the orgasm. She wanted to prove to Kingsley she wasn’t boring.

  When she heard the chiming of the stopwatch alarm, she sagged with relief. Kingsley pressed his bare chest into her burning back. The flogger landed on his bed again.

  “Did you enjoy that, Charlie?”

  “No,” she said, still panting.

  “Good. I hate beating masochists. They take the fun out of it by actually enjoying the pain.”

  “I’m letting you do this to me,” she said between breaths. “I’m not a masochist?”

  “Oh, no, Charlie. You’re not a masochist. You’re a slut.”

  “I am not—”

  He hushed her before she could finish her angry protest. “Charlie, in this house, the word slut is the highest compliment I can give. It means you are a person who owns her sexuality and is unafraid to experiment and open her mind and body to new experiences. I’m a slut, too.”

  “I’ve noticed.”

  “Now that you’ve had your pain, I suppose you’ll be wanting your pleasure.”

  Kingsley reached out for the lubricant and opened the tube. He slid his hand between her legs and applied a generous dose to her labia. She shivered from the cold and the wet, but relished the pleasure his dexterous fingers were giving her.

  “I know I was a little rough on you last night. But I can be merciful.”

  He took the vibrator and turned it on. He moved Charlotte’s legs apart and slid it slowly into her. She inhaled as it went deep inside her. Her body slowly stretched to take it all in.

  “This is merciful?” she asked.

  “It’s not as big as I am.”

  He moved it in and out of her slowly as his fingers found her clitoris and teased it. The vibrator did its work quickly. She cried out as her body spasmed around it and against Kingsley’s hand. He pulled it out of her and laid it on the bed again.

  “I’ll give you another one in eight minutes,” he whispered into her ear. Again he set the alarm on the stopwatch. Her body was still twitching with pleasure when the flogger struck her sore back. She concentrated on her waning pleasure and tried to ignore the growing pain.

  She found that if she opened her back instead of clenching her muscles, the agony was flatter, less acute. Her head fell back. She stared up at the ceiling. After a few minutes she barely felt anything at all.

  A chiming sound jarred her from her trance.

  Kingsley picked up the vibrator again and pressed the tip against her clitoris. She gasped from the shock of pleasure. She’d never been with a man who understood how to manipulate a woman’s body so well. The pressure on her clitoris was perfect. His fingers inside her found all her sensitive spots. He seemed far more concerned with her orgasms than his. She couldn’t believe what she was thinking. She was tied to a bedpost for a flogging and all she could think about was how good he made her feel.

  Charlotte’s orgasm spiked into her stomach and she almost wrenched her shoulder from how hard she flinched.

  “If you can take eleven minutes of beating, then I’ll fuck you again,” Kingsley whispered into her ear. “How does that sound?”

  “Very good.”

  Kingsley slapped her hard on her right thigh.

  “I mean, very good, sir.”

  By now, Charlotte knew how to handle this. She closed her eyes and let the pain roll over her and off her. In her mind she was somewhere else. In her mind she was untied and on her back with Kingsley on top of her and deep inside her….

  Before she knew it, she heard the beeping of the stopwatch alarm again. “Thank God,” she breathed with relief. Another minute and she would have given in.

  “You’re welcome.”

  Kingsley threw the flogger on the bed. Standing behind her, he ran his hands up and down the front of her body. He stopped at her breasts. He teased her nipples until they were hard and sore. He kissed her neck and shoulder.

  “Tell me the truth, Charlie. Have you ever been taken here?” He ran his hand over her bottom.

  “You mean anal?” she asked. “Once.”

  “Did you like it?”

  “Undecided.”

  “That’s because you’ve never had it with me. Let’s rectify that, shall we?”

  She wasn’t sure she wanted this, but she knew she didn’t want to stop him, either. Her heart fluttered in fear. But she remembered Kingsley’s admonitions and didn’t let the fear stop her.

  He applied more lubricant to her. She sighed at how good the cold, wet liquid felt going into her. Kingsley took his time preparing her body. She tried to relax. As big as he was, she would have to be very relaxed to take him inside her.

  King pressed close to her. She closed her eyes when she felt him start to push into her. He grabbed her thigh and lifted it. She rested her knee on top of the bed. Slowly he entered her inch by inch. Last night he’d been shockingly brutal with her. Now he was nothing but careful. She shivered at how strangely good it felt to have him inside her this way. Kingsley moved in and out of her with gentle, careful thrusts.

  With her eyes still closed, she didn’t notice that Kingsley had picked up the vibrator again. But when he started to push it inside her, she opened her eyes in shock.

  “Breathe, Charlie. You can take both.” He pushed the vibrator all the way into her as he continued his slow thrusts from behind. “You’ve never been penetrated anally and vaginally at the same time before?”

  “No…never.”

  “My poor girl. You were practically a virgin.” She heard his smug laugh at her ear.

  He continued to thrust into her. Charlotte moved her hips in rhythm with Kingsley’s. She climaxed quickly around the vibrator. The sensations were so intense they were almost painful. After her second orgasm, he finally pulled the vibrator out.

  Kingsley gripped her by the hips and thrust faster. She was nearly insensate from the two intense orgasms he’d given her. She simply hung from her bonds as he fucked her.

  She winced as his fingers tightened their hold. He pushed hard into her and came with a ragged breath.

  He pulled out slowly. A minute later he came back to the bed. Charlotte saw him reach for the flogger.

  “Dragon,” she said, finally.

  He dropped the flogger as if he’d been struck, and reached up and untied her. She collapsed back into his arms.

  He picked her up and laid her down. Kneeling on the floor next to the bed, he ran a hand through her still wet hair. He didn’t seem the least upset with her that she’d stopped him.

  “Too much pain, ma chérie?” Kinigsley asked.

  “No.” She shook her head and smiled tiredly at him. The muscles inside her still fluttered. “Too much pleasure.”

  The next few weeks at Chez Kingsley passed in a haze of sex and pain and more sex. Kingsley was a near limitless font of alternative sexual knowledge and experience. He introduced her to something new every day. One day it was nipple clamps. The next day spanking. He taught her to beg for his cock. Taught her to crawl for him. One day he dressed in leather pants and whipped her. The next day he put her in lingerie, tied her to his bed with silk scarves, and violated her every orifice. Last weekend he’d even videotaped them having sex and made her watch it. Then he’d given her the only copy of the tape and let her decide what to do with it. Her first instinct was to destroy it.

  She hadn’t.

  And every few days when she least suspected it, when she w
as certain he was out of the house or in a meeting, he would sneak up on her, grab her, throw her against the wall or push her onto the floor or the bed and ravish her with shocking brutality. No matter how many times he did this, it always terrified her. And no matter the pain involved, she always loved it.

  Tonight, his plans for her were maddeningly opaque. He’d ordered her to wait naked in his bedroom in his huge chaise longue armchair. She leaned back into the plush fabric and closed her eyes. The chair was nearly the size of a love seat. He’d taken her a few times on it already. The chair arms were the perfect place for her legs to drape over as he thrust into her. She only had one more week here with Kingsley before she met the client he’d been training her for. She didn’t think she’d be able to run off with this guy no matter how rich and “not unattractive” he was. Still…she also couldn’t imagine leaving this place and returning entirely to her old life. Kingsley had marked her and not just with the bruises on her body.

  She did miss work, however, and would be glad to go back to it. She’d cut everyone’s hair in Kingsley’s household except for Kingsley himself. He told her no one but his barber in France was allowed near his hair. She called him a coward and he’d punished her in wicked ways for the insult.

  “You’ve got a lovely smile on your lips, Charlie. I’d love to know if I put it there.”

  Opening her eyes, she found Kingsley standing above her. “I was thinking about what I’d do to your hair if you let me cut it. Your hot mess is very dashing, but I could make it even better.”

  “You come near me with your scissors, and I’ll make sure you wake up with significantly less hair in the morning.”

  Charlotte laughed. He’d shaved her in the bath last night. If he had no compunction about removing her most private hair, she knew he wouldn’t hesitate to cut any other hair off.

  “Fine. I’ll leave your hair alone. But you keep telling me I have to trust you. When are you going to start trusting me a little?”

  “I trust you quite a bit. Just not with my hair. But I’m glad you mention trust.”

  He held up a black scarf.

  “Blindfold?” she guessed.

  “Très bien, ma chérie.”

  Everything Kingsley had done to her, he’d done with her eyes open. The blindfold made her nervous; she could tell from the smile on his face that he was enjoying that fact.

  He tied it around her eyes and the room went completely dark.

  She started when Kingsley took her ankles and pushed her legs wide open and draped them over the arms of the chair. She heard him pull the ottoman close. She knew he was sitting on it in front of her exposed body. A month ago she would have been mortified, but no longer. Kingsley had taught her to be shameless. She was enjoying shameless. She hadn’t even gone out drinking or clubbing since she met Kingsley. He was all the decadence she needed.

  “Let’s play a guessing game, Charlie. You guess all five right and you can do anything you want to me when the game is over.”

  “Anything?”

  “Anything that isn’t illegal. Or at least anything we won’t get caught doing.”

  “What am I guessing?”

  “You’re guessing what object I’m putting inside you.”

  All her self-congratulatory anti-shame thoughts went out the window. “You are going to stick stuff in me, and I have to guess what it is?”

  “I think I just said that. Ready?”

  “No,” she said but didn’t safe out. She’d quickly learned with Kingsley that “no” meant anything but “no” to him. Until she said “dragon,” she was in.

  She felt Kingsley’s fingertips opening her up. And then something slightly flat pushed slowly into her. It had a round base that narrowed. She tried to imagine what it was. She felt something on it tickle her outer lips. Something soft like a bristle.

  “Jesus, Kingsley. That’s my best hairbrush. Do you know how expensive those things are?”

  “Very good, ma chérie,” he said and pulled it out of her. “Such a good hairbrush is surely washable. That is one out of five.”

  The next object was cold and smooth and widened as it neared the top. She remembered dinner with Kingsley last night. It had been a party with several of Kingsley’s hilariously perverted friends. He’d let her have one glass of wine. Halfway through dinner he’d caught her staring at him. Winking at her, he emptied the rest of the wine bottle into his glass and raised the bottle in a toast to her.

  “It’s the wine bottle.”

  “You’re a very smart little pussy, Charlie.” She laughed as he pulled the bottle out of her.

  She tensed a little when she felt his fingers again.

  Whatever it was he was putting into her was metallic and heavy. And it was big. It had a flat bottom and grooved sides.

  “Can I get a hint?” Charlotte asked.

  “You’ll find the answer very illuminating.”

  She laughed. “It’s a flashlight?”

  “Bien, ma chérie. Three out of five.” He gently pulled the flashlight out of her. “The next one I’m quite certain you’ve had inside you before.”

  “Probably not. Never done the object thing.”

  “Are you sure about that?” Kingsley pushed her open with his fingers again. Again she felt cold, smooth metal. But this object was different. It had two parts. She heard something move like the turning of a screw and she felt her vagina start to open up.

  She took a hard breath. “You have your own speculum?”

  “Of course. I love to play doctor. Especially with such a beautiful and patient patient.”

  She waited for him to close it and pull out. But he left it in her. She heard a click. “And the flashlight will do double duty for us.”

  Charlotte’s heart pounded. Now she was mortified. She knew he was looking deep inside her.

  Kingsley ran his hand up her stomach and stopped at her breasts. He pinched a nipple and her body responded with a hard contraction. Kingsley laughed. She knew he had seen the muscle contraction with his own eyes.

  “That is four out of five. You only have one more and you win. I’m starting to get nervous.”

  “I’m the one naked, spread open and being violated here,” she reminded him.

  “Yes, you are. Therefore I’m expecting rather gruesome revenge from you.” He didn’t sound the least worried about the prospect.

  He closed the speculum and gently withdrew it. “Last one. If you don’t get this one right, I’ll be very disappointed in you, Charlie.”

  “Do your worst.”

  “I think I will.”

  She shivered when something soft brushed her inner thighs. She felt warm wetness again. Oh, yes, she knew what this was.

  “Your tongue,” she guessed, and knew she was right.

  Kingsley pushed his tongue into her and out again. He kissed her inner lips with the same passion and dexterity he used to kiss her mouth. He sucked on her clitoris, ran his tongue up and down her. For what felt like an eternity, his mouth devoured her. He pushed two fingers into her and, with both his tongue and hand working in unison, brought her to a fierce climax. Her inner muscles rippled and shivered. Her back arched. She pushed her hips up and Kingsley’s fingers went deep into her. The orgasm seemed to last forever. She sank into the chair as her climax faded and left her tired and panting. Kingsley’s hand was at the back of her head. He untied the blindfold and she blinked when the light intruded. Kingsley gazed at her with a dangerous grin on his lips.

  “My turn,” he said.

  She rolled forward and went down on her knees in front of the ottoman. She unbuttoned Kingsley’s pants and took him in her mouth. For such an alpha male, King didn’t demand oral pleasure very often. He’d once said that if she was already on her knees, he would just fuck her doggy style and give them both a good time. She couldn’t argue with that logic.

  But now she could tell he was definitely in the mood.

  He leaned back on his hands and tilted his hips toward her.
She paused long enough to reach up and unbutton his shirt as well. Running her hands over his hard, muscled chest, she kissed his flat stomach before taking him with her mouth again. He was always so dominant, so in control of everything, that it gave her enormous satisfaction to hear him gasp and feel him flinch with the pleasure she was inflicting on him.

  Kingsley reached out and slipped his fingers into her hair. He caressed the side of her face and her neck. It always amazed her how depraved he could seem one moment and how gentle and caring the next.

  Charlotte took him deep in her mouth and sucked hard. She teased and caressed him with her tongue. Licked, stroked, and did everything in her power to make him moan as helplessly as he made her. Finally, Kingsley took a hard breath and came. After swallowing his semen with more pleasure than she would ever admit to, she leaned back to look at him. With his shirt pulled open all the way to his shoulders and his scarred chest and stomach on display, he was undoubtedly the most erotic man she’d ever met.

  He buttoned his pants and stood up. He took Charlotte’s hand and pulled her to her feet. He kissed her long and hard. She loved that she could still taste his saltiness on her tongue.

  “You won the game, Charlie. Whatever will become of me?”

  “You said I get to do anything to you I want?”

  “Oh, yes. Put me in a dress and take pictures. Make me walk down the street naked. Shave my testicles with a straight razor. Do you need time to decide?”

  “Oh, no. I already know what I want to make you do.” Charlotte wrapped her arms around Kingsley’s shoulders and ran her hands through his long unruly hair.

  “Charlie, no.” Kingsley’s voice was hard as iron.

  “You don’t get to say ‘no’ if I don’t get to say ‘no.’ You never told me your safe word. And, need I remind you, you said I got to do anything I wanted to you. I want to cut your hair.”

  “I’m getting a new dragon.”

  “Not a chance. I’m all yours for another week…and you are getting a haircut. Stop being a coward. I’m one of the best stylists in the city.”