Playing for Keeps (9 page)

She was bucking under him trying to drive him faster. He couldn’t allow that. He had to stay in control. He held her hips down firmly to stop her movements.

“We go at my pace slave,” he said as he continued to move inside her. In, out, in, out, pulling out nearly all the way slowly and driving back into her fast and hard. He picked up the pace, slamming hard into her – after all she had asked for him to ‘fuck her hard’. He leaned down to kiss her, his mouth swallowing her breaths as he forced his tongue past her teeth in a rhythm designed to match the strokes of his cock.

Her pussy walls clenched and unclenched with each stroke. He gritted his teeth in an effort to hold back his climax. He felt her buck as he touched the sides of her breasts. Removing his mouth from hers, he bent his head to take a clamped nipple into his mouth; he laved it with his tongue, sucked it into his mouth and nipped the turgid end with his teeth. Cassie bucked violently under him, her moans and whimpers becoming more vocal.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she intoned as he continued to suck her nipple, “Oh God, it’s so good.” She panted. Now, he decided, now, it was time to remove the clamps.

He withdrew from her warm pussy and straddled her thighs.

“Cassie, look at me,” he commanded, “I’m going to remove the nipple clamps now.”

“Later, don’t stop,” she begged.

“Now Cassie! It’s going to feel so good kitten.” He kissed her hard, “Enjoy!”

He kept her pinned beneath his legs as he trailed his hands slowly down the length of her arms, travelling slowly to her breasts, to stroke against her now extremely rigid nipples. Deciding it would be best to remove them both at the same time, he put a hand to work on each clamp, and slowly rotated the screws to unclamp them from her nipples. He had been told it would take a minute or two for the sensation to rush back into her nipples. He hoped she was going to enjoy the feeling.

Tossing the rings to one side, he hooked an arm under each leg, lifting her thighs up and back towards her body. He splayed her legs and looked at her moist opening just waiting for him. Almost of its own volition, his cock surged forward and he was once more buried in her heat.

He bent his head pressing soft kisses first on one breast then the other, his fingers gently massaging and rotating her nipples. He knew exactly when the sensation started to return.

“Oh God…Oh Christ…the pain,” Cassie whimpered beneath him. She went completely still and appeared to be holding her breath.

“Deep breaths. Breathe, kitten.” He worked small kisses up from her breasts to her neck, his fingers still teasing her nipples. “You’re meant to enjoy this.” He nipped gently at her neck before he continued, “Soon, baby. You’re going to feel so good!” Christ, he hoped what he had been told was correct or else he was going to be in deep trouble.

He knew she didn’t believe him. At first all she would feel was pain. He had been told that her nipples would feel like they were on fire as the blood was rushing back into them. The feeling was akin to having severe pins and needles. The pain would, however, set off the release of endorphins, and her body would respond to the release with pleasure.

He was still inside her. Her body had stopped all movement as she held herself still. Her teeth bit into her bottom lip in an obvious effort to stifle her groans. Matt kept gently thrusting into her heat; she was so tight, wound up like a spring as a result of the pain in her nipples. He swooped his head and grabbed a nipple in his mouth, sucked hard and nipped it between his teeth as he gently pulled back, pulling and stretching her nipple towards him.

“Stop….oh God stop!” Cassie cried.

He carried on bringing the nipple back to life as he sucked blood back into the turgid tip. He crossed to the other tip, despite her protests, sucking life back into the other also. Her nipples were now so engorged with blood they looked twice the size they normally were and he felt her pussy walls starting to pulse around him again.

“Oh, oh shit…so good Matt, it’s so good.” He himself could hardly believe that something which had started off causing so much pain was now causing her so much pleasure. Not pleasure, ecstasy judging by the look on her face. She started to buck wildly against him, her pussy pulling at his cock as if it wanted to swallow him.

Matt pulled back to look down at Cassie as she lay beneath him. Her eyes were closed, her head thrashing side to side on the pillows as her moans became louder and louder, she looked totally wanton, all inhibitions abandoned as he continued to increase his strokes into her, faster and harder.

“Harder…. Fuck me harder…. Oh please, please, now.”

She was coming apart in his arms. Unable to hold back any longer, he hooked one leg up onto his shoulder, spreading her wider. He stroked her clit harder and faster in time with his thrusts.

“Come with me.” Christ, he could hardly breathe. “Now, Cassie!” He pinched her clit hard between his fingers.

“Matt…” she screamed his name as her climax hit. The pull of her pussy clenching around him was too much and Matt roared to his own climax as her pussy milked him dry. He continued to flick her clit, helping her to ride out every wave of her pulsing orgasm, before he collapsed to the side of her. Shit, he had thought they had a good sex life before, but this was something else entirely.

As he turned his head to check on Cassie who lay suddenly quiet at his side, he found her staring at the ceiling with her eyes completely glazed. Small aftershocks were still making her body tremble. He’d heard of subspace, a state of euphoria felt when the body released endorphins, but he hadn’t expected her to achieve the euphoric feeling so soon. He was swamped with feelings of protective tenderness for her. She was as high as a kite, but he would take care of her.

He pulled Cassie back against his body and held her cocooned in his arms. He wasn’t sure how she was going to feel when the euphoric high abated. He cuddled her closer and stroked his hands up and down her back in a gesture of reassurance. He was here for her. She relaxed and snuggled into his chest before falling asleep. He pulled a cover over them and held her close as she slept.

Chapter 6

Breakfast had already been delivered by room service when Cassie emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a long toweling robe.

“Morning, sweetheart. Come and sit down to breakfast while we go over our plans for today,” he said, as he pulled out a chair at the dining table.

“Hmm… not sure if I can sit this morning,” she returned impishly. “My backside is still a bit sore from last night.”

He was pleased to see that she was grinning and did not look in the least put out.

“Come over here and I’ll kiss it better,” he bantered in return.

When she stood in front of him, he reached out and grabbed her hand, and he quickly pulled her off balance and across his knee. A quick flick of her robe revealed her bare backside, which he lovingly caressed as she squealed with glee. He bent over quickly and placed small kisses across both cheeks, before pulling her upright to sit on his knee.

“All better?”

“Yes Master,” she replied with a smile.

He was elated with her cheeky attitude and his cock stirred in response. He’d been unsure of how she was going to feel about their games last night, but judging by her response, he had been worried about nothing. It looked like his baby wanted to play a bit more.

“Right, we’ll eat. Then I’m taking you shopping.” He watched her carefully as he announced, “We are going to need to buy some more outfits.”

Matt went on to explain that the club held a ‘Burlesque’ event once a month, and tonight was the night. They would have to go and get kitted out properly if they were staying and wanted to attend the party that evening.

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After breakfast, Cassie fastened her seat belt as Matt keyed the address of the shop he wanted to visit into his satellite navigation system. He had informed her at breakfast that he had taken advice from his friend Dean as to where they could go to purchase outfits for the evening get together.

After a short comfortable ride Cassie was pleasantly surprised when Matt pulled the car up outside what looked like a very up market residential town house. The outfits couldn’t be too risqué if they were getting them here. She smiled to herself, content that she would come away with a very respectable looking Victorian ensemble in which to dress for the night’s entertainment.

As they waited for the door to be answered in response to their call, Matt removed a Marquis business card from his wallet. “They won’t serve us unless we come recommended

– this is a very private and exclusive agency,” he explained. Cassie was still trying to digest this when the door was swung inward by a most impressive looking butler.

“Can I be of service?” he intoned.

Matt held out the business card already in his hand, “Dean from the Marquis club sent us over to select some outfits; I believe he was going to call ahead.” Matt replied.

“Follow me,” he stood back to let them enter, “I believe Madam is expecting you.”

They followed him down the hall in silence to a room at the rear. He opened the double doors with a flourish and announced their arrival to his mistress. “Matt and Cassie have arrived for their appointment, Madam.”

A tall striking redhead stood to one side of the room looking out of the window; she turned towards them with a wide smile on her face. “That will be all Jules, you may leave.” The butler withdrew silently.

Cassie stood at Matt’s side, overwhelmed by the opulence of the room. The walls were decorated with scarlet flocked wallpaper; the woodwork was all dark mahogany and large ornate chandeliers hung majestically from the ceilings. The floor was covered in a deep blood red carpet and the windows were dressed with ruby velvet curtains tied back with gold swags. It was like stepping back in time to a Victorian parlor, apart from the fact that there was very little in the way of furniture. The room held several deeply padded love seats, strategically placed around the perimeter, and very little else. It was like no shop she had ever visited before and she wondered where the merchandise was stored.

Mistress de Silva was magnificent; there was no other word for it. She was tall, at least 5 foot 10, with long red hair, which cascaded down her back in waves until well past her hips. Her lithe frame was encased in a tight black leather jumpsuit. Stilettos that looked almost impossible to walk in completed the outfit, yet she glided across the room as if wearing nothing at all on her feet.

Cassie felt intimidated and the butterflies in her stomach did a little dance as the woman approached them. She looked like a walking advert for kinky sex and Cassie suddenly felt very dull and dowdy in comparison. She wished she had made more of an effort with her clothes, but shit, she hadn’t expected a salesperson anything like this.

“Master Matt,” the redhead came forward to shake Matt’s hand. “You come highly recommended by my dear friend, Master Dean Travers. I am Katherine, Mistress de Silva and it is a pleasure to meet you.”

Still holding his hand she led him over to a love seat by the large bay windows, “Please be settled and I will arrange for refreshments.”

She totally ignored Cassie. Looking slightly puzzled and a bit out of his depth, Matt sat on the love seat overlooking the length of the room. As Cassie made her way to join him Mistress de Silva marched over to her and grabbed her by the wrist. She pulled her arm up into the air and made a motion for her to twirl.

Cassie was astounded at the way the other woman had taken a hold of her. What the fuck! Who did she think she was? Cassie looked to Matt for help.

“Do it, Cassie.” He had the nerve to grin at her, as if he found the whole scene amusing. Not sure exactly what was going on, Cassie twirled around slowly. She felt like an exhibit in a museum.

“Not bad – we can do a lot with her.” Mistress de Silva spoke to Matt, ignoring Cassie. “I am assuming that you are looking for an outfit for the Burlesque at the Marquis tonight, am I correct?” Matt nodded his agreement but didn’t take his eyes off Cassie. His eyes were bright with suppressed humor and he looked like he was struggling not to laugh. She would give him what for when they got out of here.

“She has a good figure, size 10 bottom half, size 12 top. Am I right?” Again, Matt nodded in agreement. Cassie was starting to feel ticked off. What the hell was Matt playing at? They were talking over and around her as if she didn’t have a mind of her own. She wanted to shout out, “Hello, I’m here” and make them pay attention to her. One look at Mistress de Silva was enough to put her off. She looked so serious.

She bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from blurting out her objections. She would keep her thoughts to herself until they had purchased their outfits, but Matt was in for a serious tongue lashing when they were on their own. Her temper started to spike anew when the Mistress de Silva continued, “Wonderful – what colors are you thinking of ?”

“Red and black,” Matt answered without delay. She was dumbstruck. Cassie silently watched as Matt carried on his conversation with Mistress de Silva. Not once did he look her way or ask her opinion. She wasn’t at all happy to be excluded from their talk or the decisions they were making. They were both talking over her head as if she had no opinion of her own or say so about what she wore. Indignation flared and every muscle in her body tensed. She couldn’t take much more of their flagrant ignorance. She was starting to feel extremely edgy.

She took several deep breaths, aiming to calm her frayed nerves as she prepared to join the conversation, with or without their blessing. Matt must have sensed her agitation because he turned suddenly in her direction and gave her a slow, sexy smile. Surprisingly, his smile was enough to calm her frayed nerves to some degree. He at least had shown he was aware that she was in the room.

Mistress de Silva, Katherine,” Matt said, his voice was low and sexy, “go easy on her. Cassie is new to the scene and I don’t want my pet unsettled.”

Cassie felt a rush of love at his tender tone. He was obviously feeling protective towards her and she threw him a grateful smile, as she wondered how he had known she was feeling intimidated. It wasn’t enough to calm her completely; he was still going to get a tongue flaying when they left here, but it helped.