Desired and Dominated (24 page)

“And what is it that you want from me?”

“I want to be your submissive, Master Callaghan…if it pleases you. For as long as it pleases you.”

Sweeter words have never before been spoken. Words that bring light to my shadow of a soul.

“Stand up…let me look at you…”

I take her hand and help her to her feet, leading her to the center of the room; her body moving with fluid ease. Every step an elegant dance, a joy to behold. As she stands with her hands clasped behind her back, I walk around her, slowly memorizing the way she looks in this moment. Her legs, her tight little ass in her lace panties; the way her Basque pushes her breast together, making them fuller and more curvaceous. The way her hair cascades down her back in soft waves, and the sweet flush of her cheeks.

“You look stunning this evening. Even more beautiful than I envisaged.” I trail my fingers down her arm, goose bumps following in their wake.

“Are you nervous?”

“Not at all, Master Callaghan.” The confidence I see reflected in her dark brown gaze is so fucking hot.

“You may simply call me Master, tonight.” I lean in close to her ear, letting her scent me as I do the same, and I can’t help darting my tongue out for one small lick of her neck. “Are you ready for me?”

I nibble at her earlobe; her body shuddering at my touch, her reply a broken, breathy plea. “Yes…oh God yes, Master.”

“Then I won’t deny you any longer. Get on the table, and lie on your back.” Without hesitation she climbs onto the table with the grace of a cat. I place the flogger, down beside her, freeing my hands to bind hers.

Soft leather cuffs have been anchored at each corner, easily adjustable so that I can afford her as much or as little movement as possible. Tonight I need her as restricted as possible. She needs to understand the full extent of how commanding I am when it comes to her pleasure. Everything up until this point has been a drop in the ocean of what I want from her…
with
her.

I slowly run my fingertips from the top of her arm, down the inside of her elbow, watching her body react to this smallest of touches. When I reach her wrist, I grasp her tight and pull her arm up and into the restraint. The golden brown hue of her skin against the black leather and bright silver metal cuffs is stunning. I repeat the process with her other arm, her sensitivity to my touch making me hard as steel.

With her hands tethered tight above her head, I trail my fingers down the center of her chest, over her Basque, dipping them under the edge to feel her nipples turning to tight little rosebuds as I flick each one in turn, giving her just a taste of the attention she craves before making my way lower. I gently caress every inch of her body, except where she wants it most, before cuffing each of her ankles, spreading her legs wide, opening her to my gaze, my touch, and my every desire.

She looks so fucking beautiful in here. I take a step back to admire her, to stare in awe and wonder at the goddess before me. I have played this scenario over and over in my mind over the years. A fantasy that I never thought would become a reality.

She is completely at my mercy…willingly…freely.

Her eyes follow my every move as I make my way over to the cabinet by the door, removing a purple silk scarf from the top drawer and holding it up for her to see.

“This is all you’re going to see for a while.” I run the soft, delicate material from the tip of her toes, up the length of her body, letting it fall between her legs, teasing her, making her want it so badly that she’ll do anything I ask of her.

“Lift your head.” I place a tender kiss on her lips, holding her gaze before I cover her eyes. “Give yourself over to me tonight – mind, body and soul. You won’t regret it.”

“Yes, Master.”

I plunge her into darkness, heightening all of her other senses for what’s to come.

I give her a moment to relax and enjoy this. I know that she will relish this power play. She wants to submit, but sometimes her fierce nature gets in the way. I’ve removed that possibility tonight, and in doing so, have finally set her free. Free to explore her sexuality with me without responsibility, in a way that she could never allow herself in any other situation. It will be my greatest pleasure to unleash her darkest desires and take her to her limits.

I pour a glass of champagne from the ice bucket I had Jacob set up for me earlier, and use the other glass to gather some ice, before placing both down on the table beside Sofia’s head. I want her to hone in on the sound of the bubbles bursting against the side of the glass, tantalizing her senses with the possibilities.

I slowly and carefully open each and every clasp on the front of her Basque.

“You do look stunning in this, but you’ll look even better when you’re naked for me.” With a flick of my fingers, the last clasp opens and I push the boned lace lingerie away from her body, exposing her small, perky breasts.

“Lift.”

She can only lift her body a centimeter or two off the table due to how tightly I fastened her restraints, but it’s enough for me to pull the Basque from beneath her back, and discard it on the floor. She is laid out with only her lace French knickers left to cover her nakedness. She looks so fucking hot, and I tease myself, and her, by leaving them on for a little while longer.

“What is your safe word, Nyx?”

“Hummingbird, Master.”

“Good girl. Remember, as my submissive, you can say ‘Hummingbird’ at any time, and I will stop immediately. Tell me you understand.”

“I understand, Master.”

I take a sip of Champagne and hold it in my mouth, letting the bubbles fizz and explode on my tongue before dipping my head and clamping my mouth over her nipple, biting down ever so slightly as I let the liquid caress her skin, leaving it only a fraction of second before I swallow and let the warmth of my tongue envelop her. Her body writhes beneath me, fighting against the restraints to push her breast further into my mouth.

The rush of power and adrenaline I feel is addictive. I want more. I lift my lips until they are a millimeter from her skin, and suck in a breath, causing a cold sensation on her nipple. Rewarded with a sharp inhale and her desperate groan for more, I smile against the heavy, soft, swell of her breast before turning my attention to the other nipple. I repeat the process, the constant change between hot and cold, wet and dry against her flesh, whipping her into a frenzy, tantalizing and teasing her until I can smell her arousal. I have to have a taste, even a small one…just for now.

I don’t touch her, don’t alert her to where my attention is drawn. I simply fill my mouth with Champagne, grab a cube of ice from the other glass and move down the table. I gently pull aside the lace of her panties, feeling how wet they are in anticipation of what I have planned. I run my nose up the length of her folds, scenting her; rock fucking hard in my pants at how phenomenal she is. I draw in a deep breath, eliciting a gasp from her, before parting my lips, letting the crisp liquid bubble against her clit as I circle the tip of my tongue.

“Oh God…Yes!”

I reluctantly lift my head.

“Did I say you could speak, Nyx?”

“No, Master.” She can barely speak through her jagged breaths, and it is so fucking sexy.

“Well I suggest you keep quiet then. I would really hate to have to deny you tonight. Your pussy is so damn sweet. I could eat you for hours, and if I have to deny myself that pleasure to punish you, then you will most definitely regret it.” I drag my tongue slowly from her soaking wet entrance, up through her folds and over her clit in one luscious lick. “Are you going to keep quiet until I tell you otherwise?”

“Yes…Yes, Master Callaghan.”

“Good girl.” I place the ice cube that’s beginning to melt in my hand, into my mouth, before going down on her.

I hear her whimpers as she struggles to contain the screams that my touch inspires, and it is so fucking hot. I glance up the length of her body, the contrast of hot and cold working to bring her to the edge of a mind-blowing orgasm. Her breasts are tight and her nipples hard, her head is thrown back with the blindfold still in place. She’s fighting against the restraints with her arms as she bites down hard on her lip.

I feel like my balls are going to explode when I pull away, leaving her frustrated and desperate for relief. So much of what gets me off is the anticipation. Of taking a woman’s body to the point where she would beg for her release. With Sofia, that feeling has only intensified. I’ve waited a very long time for tonight, and I plan to draw it out as long as I can stand it, before I physically
need
to be inside her.

She writhes on the table as I walk over to the cabinet and quickly find what I’m looking for.

“Stop moving. I want you completely still for this next part.” Her body relaxes immediately and I revel in how far she’s come in the four weeks that we’ve been together. Her submissive side is taking over again, and it’s extremely satisfying to witness. It shows her growing level of trust.

I run my hand up the inside of her leg, letting the small length of metal in my hand graze her skin and pique her interest. When I reach the apex of her thighs, I grab hold of her over her pretty French knickers, cupping her tightly.

“This is mine now. To do with as I wish.” As the last word leaves my lips, I rip her panties off and toss them aside, leaving her completely naked and on display. She is so fucking beautiful.

I spread her folds and tease her clit until its ready for the clamp I have resting in the palm of my hand. I lift it to my lips, coating it in saliva to help it slide over her tight little bud. Prizing open the slim loop of metal, I feel the bite of it on my finger, sending a jolt straight to my dick, knowing how her body will react to this sensation. I position it carefully, making sure that I have it in just the right place to give her maximum pleasure, and then I let it go, both sides clamping together over her clit.

“FUCK!” She bucks off the table as much as her restraints will allow, unable to squeeze her legs together to alleviate the onslaught of sensation.

I pick up the flogger that rests beside her on the table and bring it down hard on her breasts. “I said don’t move, and don’t speak. You really are an unruly submissive, Nyx. I think you need a reminder of who is in control here.” I bring the tight black leather down on her skin a second and third time, hitting her stomach and then her legs. “Are you going to behave?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good girl.” I bring the flogger back down on her naked flesh, but this time I do it softly, trailing it over the areas that are pink from her mild punishment.

She doesn’t move, and she doesn’t make a sound as I let the leather caress every inch of her skin. Every so often I hit her hard, watching as a contented look spreads across her features. I don’t even need to see her eyes to know how much she loves this. It’s written in every line, every curve, every muscle of her delectable body. She was born to be a submissive. I can see it now. She was born to be
my
submissive.

I want to climb on top of her and fuck her so hard she can’t help but scream my name, but I’m not nearly done playing with her yet. I trail the flogger down between her legs, letting it move against her clamp, causing wave after wave of pleasure to course through her body. I can tell that she’s close and I need to hear her scream in this room.

I crawl up onto the table between her legs, positioning myself so that she can feel my breath against her skin as I speak.

“You can scream now. Let me hear you, baby.”

I remove the clamp. “Oh my God, Master! Fuck!” I can’t be gentle anymore.

I devour her pussy like a starving man, lapping up her juices, fucking her with my tongue, and it’s only moments before she starts screaming my name.

“Master Callaghan! Yes…yes…Master!” Her body pulls hard against the restraints as she finally finds her release, crashing over the edge into a euphoria that only an experienced Master can elicit. “Oh Fuck. Please…don’t stop! Please…Master!” I couldn’t stop if the room was on fire. The pulsing aftershocks of her orgasm, ripple against my tongue, making me harder than I’ve ever been.

I growl against her soft swollen flesh. “I’m just getting started.”

I’m true to my word, kissing her, caressing her, letting her come down from her release, before I start working her back into a frenzy, and it doesn’t take long. Her skin is sensitive to the slightest touch and her inability to curb the intensity of what she’s feeling only quickens her release.

I don’t stop until I feel that her body needs a rest to recover. I need her to come, and come hard when I’m inside her. Her voice is hoarse and her body limp as I place a final kiss on her sweet little pussy, before looming over her body to begin loosening her cuffs.

My lips are almost touching hers as I speak. “Kiss me, Nyx. Taste how fucking beautiful you are.”

She closes the gap, licking the seam of my lips before darting her tongue into my mouth. It’s so sexy to hear her groans of satisfaction as she sucks on my tongue, relishing the taste of herself on my lips. I let her know exactly what she does to me, pressing my dick against her naked flesh, letting her feel how strained it is against the hard denim of my jeans.

I make short work of the cold metal buckles of her restraints against the warm leather. She doesn’t move, letting me massage her wrists and ankles, taking my time with each one, enjoying the feel of her languid limbs under my fingertips.