Her Darkest Desires (8 page)

Claire got to her feet, unable to look at him.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” she mumbled.

“No, you’re not. You’re scared. You’re ashamed because you got caught. But you’re not sorry yet—although you will be before this night is over. Now, take off your tunic.”

Claire slipped the loose garment over her head and dropped it on the floor. She stood there trembling, totally exposed, as Kyle insolently looked her over.

“Go over to the nightstand, open the top drawer, and get out the wooden paddle.”

Claire slowly walked to the nightstand. She’d never opened the drawers before. Inside she discovered a variety of sex toys and some items she didn’t even recognize. Unwilling to risk inciting Kyle’s anger any further, she hurriedly grabbed a thick wooden paddle lying among the other implements and brought it back.

Kyle hadn’t moved from his place by the side of the bed. He was so harsh, so rigid. She desperately wanted to feel the warmth of his smile again. Uncertain of what to do next, Claire dropped to one knee as she’d seen the male attendants do before Mistress Jade, holding out the wooden paddle, her head bowed.

“Please, Sir, will you spank me for disobeying your orders?”

Kyle stared at her coldly. “No. But you will be spanked tonight… long and hard and often. You will go from table to table, get on your knees, hold out the paddle, and beg to be spanked because you have displeased your master. Then you will watch as others get pleasured, all the while knowing you’ve chosen to forfeit your own opportunity for satisfaction tonight.”

“Get on the bed on your knees. Put your elbows down on the mattress, and turn your head to face the mirror. Spread your legs wide. I will be back—and you’d better be waiting in that position, looking at yourself in the mirror, when I come back in the door.”

Claire got up and crawled onto the bed. On her knees, she crouched down and turned her face to the mirror just in time to see the door firmly shut as Kyle strode out of the room. Her heart was thumping in her chest. She had no idea what Kyle had in store for her, but whatever it was, she would endure it willingly, even welcome it, if he would just hold her tenderly in his arms again afterwards.

How did this happen? How did I become so willing, so eager to do whatever he commands? Is this what it feels like to be a sub?
She stared at the woman in the mirror, head down, ass thrust high in the air, afraid to move even a muscle until her dom returned.

The sky gradually darkened outside her windows, and the room was plunged into shadows. Minutes ticked by while Claire relived every minute she’d spent at The Dark Side. The isolated surroundings, the bizarre occupants, the heady combination of raw lust and unexpected tenderness she felt when she was with Kyle. When she signed up for a trip to The Dark Side of the Moon, Claire imagined she’d get a couple of days at a luxury resort. At some point, she imagined there would be a session over the knee of some faceless stranger. She’d have her skirt pulled up, feel the sting of a hard male palm on her ass for the first time. She never dreamed that she’d willingly be crouching on a bed stark naked, ass high in the air, waiting breathlessly for some new erotic torment, every nerve in her body tingling, anticipation tinged with a touch of fear.

Claire crouched on the bed for what seemed like hours until the door finally opened again. The low ceiling light came on, and Kyle strode into the room. He glanced toward the bed, checking to see if she was in position, and nodded slightly. Tonight he was wearing the black leather pants again, the ones that fit him like a second skin. His chest was bare, covered only with the patch of curly dark hair that narrowed to a thin line and disappeared into the low slung pants. She stared at the bulge in his crotch and suddenly realized that she’d never seen Kyle naked, although he was intimately familiar with every inch of her body. She licked her lips, imagining how hard and thick his cock would be, how it would taste when she wrapped her lips around the head and took him into her mouth.

The long black cloak he wore last night was tossed over his shoulders and tied loosely around his neck. She’d been staring at his body hungrily, as though it were a feast set before a starving prisoner. But now she looked up and saw that the top half of his face was covered with an exotic mask, like those she’d seen on revelers at masquerade balls. Black, with sweeping wings that curved out and up, trimmed all around with rhinestones that sparkled and gleamed in the faint light. Dark eyes bored into hers through the slits in the mask.

He moved closer, and she saw the sparkle of more rhinestones as he tossed a garment beside her on the bed. But her eyes were riveted on the item he still held in his hand. It was black, made of some sort of pliable plastic or rubber. Instead of having a narrow tip that gradually widened, like the butt plugs she’d been fitted with by Mistress Jade, this device was as thick as two fingers from its rounded head nearly all the way to the end, where it flared out at the base on opposite sides.

Kyle went to the bedside table and got a glass jar out of the drawer. When he opened it, Claire smelled the same scented oil Jade had used to lubricate her. He dipped the rounded tip of the tool in the oil and brought both items to the bed.

“You will wear this tonight,” Kyle stated. “I’m going to insert it deep into your ass. It has slits in this flat end,” he leaned over, holding the wide base out for her inspection, “so that I can thread straps through it and secure it to the apparatus, keeping it lodged inside you.”

He moved behind her, and Claire gasped as she felt the tip probe her tight opening. Kyle dipped his fingers into the glass jar, spreading more oil all around her tiny hole, teasing and tantalizing her.

Slowly, he began pushing the thick phallus into her. Claire moaned, struggling to stay in position, unwilling to risk incurring any more of Kyle’s displeasure. He slid it back out, rubbing the tip all around again before sliding it deeper. Working it in and out, he began fucking Claire in the ass with it. Still aroused, desperate for release, she shoved her hips back, taking it in.

Kyle stopped immediately. “I told you, tonight will not be about
your
pleasure.” He gave her ass a hard swat. “Get up off the bed. And whatever you do, don’t you dare let that vibrator slide out of your ass.”

Awkwardly, she struggled to the edge of the bed. Clenching her butt cheeks together, she slid her feet to the floor. But there was no narrowing at the end of the hard object to keep it lodged inside her like the butt plugs. The harder she squeezed, the more she could feel it slipping out. Finally, Claire reached behind her with one hand, holding it gingerly in place, her face flushed with embarrassment.

Kyle just watched her, his expression impossible to read behind the dark mask. When she was standing in front of him, he turned to the bed and unfolded the garment he’d brought in. It was an old-fashioned satin and lace corset, jet black, with rhinestone trim to match his mask. He came close, fitting the corset to her naked body. It was strapless, with a push-up bra built in, cut so low so that her nipples stuck out over the lace top. The garment skimmed her hips, leaving her pussy and ass bare.

“Turn around.”

His hands held the garment against the front of her body. Claire shuffled around, turning her back on him, one hand still holding the dildo in place deep in her ass. Kyle began pulling the laces tight, crisscrossing them through the hooks. When he got to her waist, he paused. “Stand up straight. Put your arms out at your sides and breathe in.”

Claire straightened her spine, sucking in her stomach, and let go of the dildo as Kyle tightened the corset even further. She could feel the long metal stays that were built in every few inches cinching in her waist, pushing her breasts out to spill over the top. Holding her breath and squeezing all her muscles tight, she suddenly felt the hard object begin sliding out of her ass. Claire panicked and bent forward, shoving her hips back against the bulge in Kyle’s crotch, ramming the vibrator firmly into place again.

Kyle laughed and grabbed her hips with both hands, grinding himself into her. “Your inner slut is coming out again. But I won’t discipline you for that move. You just found another way to do what I told you to do,” he murmured, nuzzling his lips against the back of her neck. His hands roamed, stroking her breasts, pinching the nipples until they stood out in tight peaks.

“You have beautiful tits, Claire. Tonight, I get to show them off, let everyone see how hard your nipples get when you’re excited.” He grabbed both of her hands, crossing them over the end of the black tool protruding from her ass.

“Stand up straight again and walk toward the mirror.”

Claire stood, and her eyes widened in surprise. Every move, no matter how slight, shifted the hard object deep inside her, changing the angle, rubbing it against the tight passage of her ass. She took a hesitant step or two toward the mirror, hands behind her back, realizing immediately that walking around with the vibrator lodged in place would be sweet torture.

“Move your legs apart. Now, take one hand and spread the folds of your pussy wide, like you were doing when I came in, so we can both see your clit in the mirror.”

Claire did as she was told. She stared in shock at the hot scene before her. The woman in front of her had a voluptuous figure: waist cinched in, lush tits spilling out over the top of the old-fashioned corset. One hand was on her pussy, fingers splayed, with the hard nub of her clit sticking out between them. Behind her, a hard-muscled dom in a black cloak and black mask stared at her in the mirror, one hand idly stroking the rigid bulge outlined by his tight leather pants.

“Don’t move,” he commanded, turning back to the bed. Claire just stared in the mirror, hardly breathing. Kyle came back and dropped to his knees in front of her. She felt his fingers on her clit, already so sensitive she could barely stand the touch. Then the soft smoothness as a flexible shell surrounding a harder center molded itself against her. Two strong elastic straps were snapped together behind her around her waist. Another wider strap was tucked between her legs. Kyle twisted her body around, pulling the strap tight against her pussy.

“Bend forward again.”

She did and felt him adjusting the fit of the vibrator in her ass, and then pulling the elastic strap through the slats and up tight between her cheeks to fasten it to the other straps around her waist.

“Now, stand up and face the mirror.”

Claire turned. The sudden buzzing sound came first. Then the twin shocks jolted her body. The butterfly device was held tight against her clit, humming and pulsing, while the vibrator in her ass set off shivers everywhere inside. She closed her eyes momentarily, allowing the sensations to pour through her.

SWAT! Her eyes popped open, and she saw Kyle’s arm in the mirror just before he delivered another firm whack to her bare ass. Harsh fire seared her bottom, warring with the very different heat ignited by the dual vibrators.

“Open your eyes. Look at yourself. I’m going to have the remote controls for both of these toys tonight. I may allow some of the other guests this evening to play with them. You will do whatever you’re commanded to do by the person with the controls—but you may not come without my permission.”

He ramped both devices up a notch. Claire stared at herself in the mirror, body shaking, eyes wild. When he switched them off suddenly, she nearly sagged to the floor.

“Put on the heels you wore last night. The sun has set, and our presence is required at this evening’s entertainment. It’s time to celebrate The Dark Side of the Moon.”

Kyle headed for the door, holding it open. Claire slipped her feet into the high heels and tottered toward him. Her whole body was awash with strange sensations. With every step, her clit rubbed against the butterfly device. She could feel the large vibrator filling up her ass, moving in and out a little as the high heels accentuated the swaying of her hips. As she made her way down the hall, the elastic strap shifted too, squeezing between the folds of her pussy just far enough inside to make her want more.

When they headed down the stairs, Claire thought she would faint. The black vibrator rammed itself farther inside her each time she took a step down. A cold breeze flowed down the stairs, making her bare nipples stand out. She was barely aware of her surrounding until they stopped at one of the small tables perched around the room.

Kyle motioned to a chair. “Sit down.”

Claire lowered herself cautiously onto the padded surface. She found that if she leaned forward and perched on the edge of the chair—balancing her weight on her upper thighs and the balls of her feet—she could sit without ramming the rigid tool deeper into her ass. Taking a long breath, she let her gaze wander around the room.

Tonight, the center of the large gathering space was taken up by a long table. It was surrounded by flickering candles in huge candlesticks and draped in a deep purple cloth, making it look like an altar. Spotlights were trained on the empty surface from every angle, leaving the rest of the room in shadows once again.

In the dim light, Claire saw Marge at the next table. At least, she thought it was Marge. The woman had shed her dowdy image this evening. In a flouncy red satin skirt with layers of petticoats peeking out underneath and a sleeveless white blouse cut low at the neck, she looked like a barmaid from a Western brothel. The handsome young man who’d accompanied her to breakfast was by her side again, clad in tight jeans, sleeveless denim shirt unbuttoned to the waist, and a black Stetson hat.

Kyle turned to Claire. “Take this paddle and go to the next table. Tell them you have disobeyed your master and you deserve a spanking.”

Claire shivered. One look at the hard eyes behind the mask let her know she had no choice but to obey. Gingerly, she got to her feet and took the paddle, making her way to the next table.

Marge stared openly at her as she made her way toward them. Bowing her head, Claire held out the paddle in both hands. “I have displeased my master and disobeyed his rules. I humbly beg that you administer the spanking I deserve.”