Shades of Pleasure: Five Stories of Domination and Submission (13 page)

She was so nervous and scared it felt as though her heart
was trying to beat its way out of her chest and the air in the room had
suddenly been depleted of all oxygen. She gulped in each breath, shaking hands
resting on her thighs. She instinctively flinched when the leather strips
cascaded over her shoulder. The sensation was sensual, erotic, soft, like fat
droplets of water striking her skin. Her body reacted. Her shoulders relaxed.
The tightness in her chest eased. But the heat between her legs spiked higher.

It was sexy, this anticipation, not knowing what would
happen next. More thrilling than she’d ever imagined.

Then it was gone, the teasing caress. And the next instant
the thongs struck her back again, this time higher and a tiny bit harder. It
didn’t hurt, not really. But it did catch her by surprise. She gasped and her
back arched away from the whip’s stinging nip. A shudder of heat quaked up her
spine.

“How’s that feel, Elena?”

How did it feel? Awful? No, not at all. It felt good. The
skin of her back was warm, the sensation adding to an already confusing and
intoxicating mix of erotic scents and sounds and feelings.

“I-I like it.” She could hardly believe she was saying that.
“I want more. Not harder. But more.”

“This way.” Once again, he helped her to her feet, led her
to the wall with a big cross-like structure affixed to it. He positioned her so
she was facing the wall, arms out to the sides, legs spread wide. He fastened
leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles and then hooked chains to each cuff,
basically binding her spread-eagled. “You’ll enjoy it even more if you’re
restrained. Remember, rose petal.”

She nodded and gulped several times. Her mouth was as dry as
sandpaper. Her heart was racing so fast she was dizzy. And she was sure her
knees had melted. What was she doing here?

So terrifying. So thrilling.

The whip’s thongs cascaded down her back again, tickling her
skin, down to her buttocks. The muscles in the small of her back clenched. Her
sex clenched. And then every muscle in her body clenched.

She was one tight ball of jangling nerves.

When the teasing touch of the whip vanished, she grimaced
and leaned forward, ready for the strike.

Once again, it wasn’t as painful as she expected. A million
little stinging nips, followed by a million more. She didn’t count the number
of times he struck her, just closed her eyes and let the anticipation and
wicked pleasure swirl through her, carry her away to a quiet place. She nearly
wept when he stopped.

“Please, more. Oh God, that feels wonderful.” She’d never
felt so alive. Energy was coursing through her body in superheated surges. She
felt as if she were ten times stronger than normal, and ten times happier. “I
don’t want it to end.”

“I knew you were a natural.” He smoothed his hands down her
stinging skin. “Although I had no idea you would take to it so quickly.” He
unfastened her ankles first, then her wrists. “Come here, my pretty little
submissive.” She clung to him as he led her to the bench she’d been caught
trying on for size the first time she’d entered this room. He helped her get
positioned, fastened her wrists and ankles in the restraints and then knelt
before her, just as she’d imagined.

“I want you so bad, Elena. My balls are killing me. But I
won’t take you yet. Not until you’re ready.”

She was about to spontaneously combust. How could he think
she wasn’t ready? “Please.”

He shook his head and went back to the wall of shelves. When
he returned, he held several wrapped toys in his hands and a tube of lubricant.
“I want to go slow with you, but dammit it’s hard. Especially when I see that
pretty little pussy all wet and ready for me. And your tight anus. Have you
ever been fucked there?”

“No.” Her pussy and ass clenched at the thought. She’d seen
Kyler’s penis. It wasn’t small. She had to guess it would hurt to have him try
to put it in her bottom.

“Then I won’t try today.”

A huge relief.

“But I will teach you how to prepare yourself for me. How to
train your muscles to relax so you can take me. Would you like that?”

“I-I don’t know.”

He looked her directly in the eye as he nodded. “I’m going
too fast for you. I’ll slow down.” He unwrapped one of the toys, a slender,
hard vibrator with a bullet-shaped tip, and smoothed some lubricant on the very
top. “Today is all about your pleasure. How are you feeling now, Elena?”

“Really, really good. Hot,” she added.

“Excellent.” He twisted the base of the vibrator and her
pussy once again clenched at the sound of its telltale hum.

This was crazy, how every little sensation affected her
body. Never had sex been so exciting for her. Never had every sound, scent and
touch been so intense. She flamed at the smoldering hunger in Kyler’s eyes, the
tension she saw in his rigid muscles as he moved. The scent of leather and man
and her own arousal hung heavy in the air. Everything, from the room’s
semi-sinister appearance to the tingling heat on her back, was like an
aphrodisiac. Her natural responsiveness to all the sensations battering her
system was amplified. Her body was so hot and tight she trembled.

Release loomed close but just beyond reach. She wanted to
close her eyes and throw herself toward the finish line. Or put her hands
between her legs and caress away the throbbing ache in her tissues. But Kyler
wasn’t about to allow either. She could see that.

“Open your eyes, Elena.”

She hadn’t even realized they were shut.

His expression was dark, feral, so incredibly sexy. “You
like being like this, powerless and under my complete control, don’t you?”

He was so damn good at the controlling. “Y-yes.” Would she
have felt safe to allow any of her previous lovers to play with her like this?
To actually strike her with something that could no doubt do a lot more harm if
he let it?

No.

Kyler clearly knew how to control the whip, and her body.
And yet she sensed he wouldn’t use the power she so easily surrendered to him
against her. Something wonderful was happening between them here and now.

Trust built.

Respect earned.

Love sparked.

He touched her labia, gently, with his fingers. Traced the
seam of her nether lips from front to back. It was a deliciously teasing touch.
Erotic and tempting, promising so many delightful possibilities. She arched her
back, thrusting her breasts forward.

Oh God, wouldn’t he touch her harder? Flick that fingertip
over her burning clit. Thrust those fingers into her empty pussy.

No. It seemed he meant it when he said he’d go slowly. Even
though she was burning for completion, he wasn’t going to let her get there,
not until he decided she should.

What a fucking blow-your-mind hot way to drive a girl crazy!

“Please, Kyler. I want you inside me.”

“Not yet, sweet thing.” He slipped just the tip of his
finger into her tight sheath and groaned. “When I get inside you, I can’t
promise anything.”

She really liked the sound of that. She tested the
restraints holding her arms out to the sides, her ankles tight to the ends of
the bench. They were fastened just tight enough to keep her from moving more
than an inch or two. Definitely too tight to get a hand down between her legs
and stroke her way to bliss.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. Your body’s absolutely
perfect. And your sweet cunt…I want to taste you again.” He leaned down and
parted her labia with his fingers. His tongue darted out to shyly taste her
slick folds. He groaned and she moaned. Her thighs tightened.

“You taste so sweet. Oh fuck, Elena. I want to eat you for
hours.”

God, no. Please. Not hours.

His tongue danced over her clit and she just about wept in
gratitude. Little bolts of pleasure zipped through her body with every wet
stroke. It was magic. But it ended much too quickly, long before she could
come.

She sagged against the wooden structure behind her, boneless
and desperate and burning up. Tears slipped from beneath her closed eyelids.
She wasn’t sad. In fact, quite the opposite. She was so happy her emotions
overwhelmed her, spilling from her body in hot salty tears.

He lifted his head. “Elena. Open your eyes, sweet thing.
Look at how hungry I am for you.”

It took Herculean effort for Elena to lift her heavy
eyelids. Her gaze instantly snapped to Kyler’s intense and desperate one. The
desire she’d seen in his eyes had become impossibly hotter. There was a wicked
inferno simmering in those dark depths, the kind of heat that pulsed through
her own body.

He lifted his hand, brandishing the vibrator. “I’m going to
put this inside you, but I don’t want you to come yet. You understand?”

She didn’t want to understand. Nor did she want to obey him.
Her entire body, from her scalp to the soles of her feet, was one big pulsating
blob of desperation. But she nodded anyway, unable to do anything but obey.

She just knew she’d be disappointed if she failed him.

The vibrator inched into her slick passage, the electric buzz
spreading out like ripples on the surface of a pond. With the buzz, came more
tight, wet heat. More desperation.

She was going to come.

The vibrator slipped out of her pussy, and her head slumped
forward as every muscle in her body sagged. She whimpered, caught up in the
twitches that followed.

Only a second more and she would have had release.

“You’re ready.”

Oh, thank God.

She opened her eyes to watch him shed his black shirt and
unzip his snug pants to push them down his narrow hips. His erect cock jutted
proudly from a trimmed nest of dark curls. His testicles snugged tight to the
base of his rod. A droplet of white pre-come glistened from the ruddy tip.

He rolled on a rubber and slowly eased into her. They
groaned in unison as he completely seated himself in her slick heat. “You’re so
tight, sweet thing. So fucking tight.”

He rested his hands on her knees, using them as leverage as
he withdrew from her and then pushed back inside. This time, she didn’t let
herself hide in the darkness, the swirls of colors behind her closed eyelids.
She watched his beautiful body work. His shoulders bunch and bulge. The corded
muscles of his arms tighten and relax. The planes of his stomach harden when
his hips pushed forward.

With every intimate caress of his cock, she soared ever
closer to climax. And the erotic sound of skin striking skin as he fucked her
harder only made her journey that much swifter.

And then she was there and she couldn’t breathe. Her stomach
cramped as she gulped in one shallow mouthful of air after another. There was a
brilliant explosion, deep inside. Followed by bliss. Like hot honey. Pulsing
through her chest, up her neck.

Oh. My. God.

She knew the instant Kyler also found release. He stopped
thrusting for a single heartbeat, groaned her name, and then resumed fucking
her, his thrusts sharper and harder than ever. Her body welcomed every sweet
invasion, until he finally sagged against her, his slick chest sliding over
hers.

He kissed her eyelids. Her cheeks. Her mouth. Her neck. “I’m
sorry, Elena. So sorry. I wanted to go slower with you.”

She was so not complaining.

“I wanted to taste every inch of your body. To play with
these beautiful tits. Your soft stomach. Nuzzle your neck and nip your
earlobes.”

She smiled. Such sweet promises. “There’s always next time,”
she quipped.

“You betcha. And the time after that.” He withdrew from her,
removed the condom and disposed of it. And then he gently helped her out of the
restraints.

She was shaking all over when he carried her to his bedroom
down the hall and laid her on the world’s softest bed. Warm, safe and adored.
It simply didn’t get any better than this.

If this was a dream, she never wanted to wake up.

“Elena, wake up.”

It took Elena about ten seconds to remember where she was,
and another thirty to gather up the strength to open her eyes. Oh, she was so
sleepy, and achy all over. It was a good achy, the kind that came from using
muscles that hadn’t been tested in a long time.

Kyler lay next to her, his torso uncovered, the crisp white
sheets a sharp contrast to his tanned skin and dark features.

“I don’t want to wake up.” She snapped her eyes shut,
wishing they had more time just to be together, another day. Week. Month.

Monday already. She hated Mondays.

“Come on, sleepyhead. I want you to have a good breakfast
before heading to work.”

“Do I have time to eat? What time is it?” She lifted her
heavy head and squinted at the glowing red numbers on the clock.

“Yes. Breakfast’s the most important meal of the day. You’ll
just have to make time.”

“Oh my God! Is it really seven-thirty?” Now fully awake, she
rolled onto her side. “I’ll never make it to work on time.” Nearly in a panic,
she flung her legs over the side of the bed. “I have to get home, shower,
change my clothes—”

“Whoa, hold up there. You’ve got plenty of time. The office
is five minutes from here. You don’t have to clock-in until nine.”

“But I can’t go to work in yesterday’s clothes, and I need a
shower.” She scrambled around the room, trying to find her discarded garments.
She found them draped over a chair back. Her shoes. Where were her shoes?

“Not a problem.” Naked, he caught her by the arms,
completely halting her progress. “I had a few things delivered for today. I
hope you like them.”

“What kind of things?”

“Shower first. Then I’ll show you.” He physically turned her
toward the bathroom door and gave her backside a love tap, sending her from the
room with a stinging bottom and big smile.

She hesitated just inside the bathroom door, turning to say
over her shoulder, “You know, I feel bad that you’re the one doing all the
giving and I’m the one doing all the receiving.”