She heard him moving around behind her, the opening and closing of a cupboard door, the rattle and clink of objects. The anticipation ramped up her stimulation to a higher level. Her nipples ached from the clamps on them and her cunt pulsed with unsatisfied need. But she knew Alex was in control and that in itself was incredibly exciting. She wanted this. No, craved it. And she’d been without for so long.
In the next moment, she saw his legs in front of her and then felt folded silk pressed to her eyes. A blindfold. Cream gushed in her pussy as he tied it securely behind her head. How did he know she craved the darkness a blindfold could bring? Everything else was heightened, ultrasensitive.
He chuckled as if reading her thoughts. “I had a feeling you loved this. I enjoy keeping my subs in the dark. It intensifies everything.”
Yes. Yes, yes, yes.
“I believe discipline is the key to a successful relationship. Just enough to let my sub know the rules are to be enforced and I’m to be obeyed. Since this is our first session together I’ll ask this one time—are you agreeable? We need to firmly establish who’s in charge here, Elizabeth.” He paused. “In here, as my sub, you will be Elizabeth, not Liz. Nod your head if you understand.”
She swallowed and bobbed her head up and down.
“Good.”
More movement. Then the familiar feel of a suede flogger trailing across the backs of her thighs and the bottom of her ass. Without thinking, she wriggled her hips, silently inviting him to apply the instrument.
“Ah, you like this. Good. This is one of my favorites.”
Leather slid around first one thigh and then the other. Thigh cuffs were cinched tight and Liz heard metal clank of narrow chains as they were locked into place on either side of the bench. Next were cuffs that encircled wrists and upper arms. Liz felt the tension in her limbs as he locked them into place. When he was finished her arms were secured n such a way that she could neither lift them nor bend them in any other fashion. She effectively restrained in that position, open to whatever he chose to do.
“You know this sets the tone for future play,” he drawled.
Future? Did he plan for them to do this again? Did she want to?
Damn right. She was reacting to him more intensely than she had to any other Dom since…
Don’t go there. Pleasure. Think pleasure.
The very thought of more sessions with this man made her pussy throb even more. While she was still digesting the possibility, the flogger hit the bottom of her ass with a hard thwack! Pain rocketed through her, but the bite of it brought so much pleasure she was sure her cunt was gushing. Her inner walls quivered.
Thwack! The flogger struck again. And again. The multiple suede straps each kissing her skin with a sharp bite. Heat surged across the globes of her buttocks, down her thighs, and into her cunt.
“Your ass is looking very hot,” Alex commented as he continued to deliver the strokes.
They came in no particular rhythm. Sometimes in quick succession so she barely had time to catch her breath from one before the next one struck. Other times the pattern was irregular. Just when she was sure he was finished, here came the next one.
Then they stopped, and his hand caressed the burning skin. Fingers probed her dripping cunt, and he gave a murmur of satisfaction.
“Oh, yeah. Your flesh nearly scorches my fingers, and your cunt is plenty juicy. I think we are ready for the next stage.”
Liz tried to imagine what the next instrument delivering delicious pain would be. While she was turning the possibilities over in her mind, she felt something hard and smooth pressed against the backs of her thighs. A crop! Oh, sweet heaven. She’d had a Dom whose favorite instrument was the crop, and he knew exactly how to wield it to arouse her beyond the point of reason. Would Alex have the same talent?
Please, yes. Please, please.
“Let’s see how this arouses you, sub.” His voice was thick with barely controlled lust.
She jerked when the crop bit into the bottom of her ass, and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. She had no idea if Alex was the kind of Dom who was turned on by the reaction to pleasure/pain or not. But in the next moment she found out.
His hand cupped her chin. “Don’t stifle your sounds, Elizabeth. I love the cries and whimpers. Let it go.”
Yes. It was as arousing to him as it was to her.
When the crop fell again, she didn’t hold back, crying out, rocking as much as the restraints allowed. Again there was no rhythm to strokes. Fast, three in succession, then nothing. Then two. Nothing again. She had no time to anticipate, to prepare. She had tumbled down into subspace, the place where the pleasure overrode the pain and her body wanted nothing but to achieve maximum orgasm.
After one particularly loud scream, he stopped and caressed her cheek. “Enough? Should I stop? I usually like to apply ten, but…”
She shook her head rapidly. Even though it had been so long for her, if she stopped him now he’d probably make her dress and leave, and that was the last thing she wanted. Past rejection still festered in her soul. “No. Please, Sir. I want all ten.”
“Are you sure? This is the first night for us. Besides, it’s been quite a while for you.”
“Please, please. If you want me to beg, I will.” It had been so long for her that she had to know she could take whatever he had to give, now and in the future.
He bent down, turned her face, and kissed her mouth. “No need to beg. I won’t stop. You are going to be such a good sub, Elizabeth.” He stood up. “Ten it is.”
She tried to count after that. Was that eight? Or nine?
“Ten.” The word had a finality to it. “Ten strokes with the crop, Elizabeth. I think that’s enough for tonight, but let’s check.”
His hand smoothed over the burning cheeks of her ass then downward until his fingers were sliding into her pussy.
“Damn, but you’re wet.” His voice had a rough edge. His fingers separated her labia. “And swollen. Oh, yeah. Nice and swollen.” His hand smacked her deliberately on her pussy lips before he sought her clit and pinched it. Hard.
Liz had to grit her teeth to hold herself together. The urge to come was so strong it took every ounce of her personal control to keep from unraveling. She moaned as his fingers continued to probe and tease her ravenous flesh.
“Hold back,” he drawled. “You know it will be worth it.”
Liz heard the sound of boots hitting the floor, then the whisper of fabric. He was undressing. God, what she wouldn’t give to see him naked. See that wonderful body in all its muscled glory. But at the moment she was just happy to catch her breath.
His fingers gently pried her lips open, and the head of his cock edged into her mouth.
“Suck me,” he ordered. “I want to come in your mouth.”
So there was to be no relief for her tonight? She wanted to cry in frustration.
Alex laughed. “Poor little subby. So horny. Don’t worry. I won’t leave you hanging.” He bent and put his mouth to her ear. “But I’m not going to fuck you tonight. I’m saving that. And I promise it will be worth it. So open wide.”
She opened her mouth as wide as she could, wishing her hands were free so she could wrap her fingers around his erection. He thrust forward until the head of his penis bumped the roof of her mouth. Automatically, her lips closed around him, and she slid her head back and forth as much as her restraints allowed.
“You just worry about how you use that hot little mouth. I’ll take care of the rest.”
And he did. She licked his length with her tongue, pulled hard with her lips, and scraped him with her teeth. Alex rocked back and forth, his hips pushing toward her, each time his cock sinking deeper into her mouth. His hands gripped her head, tilting it this way and that for the best angle. They caught a rhythm together. He drove in and out as she pulled and sucked and his fingers brushed against her as they wrapped around the chain linking the nipple clamps and tugged gently. As his movements became more forceful, he yanked on the chain, her nipples shrieking with the rough edge of pain.