Three to Play (11 page)

Oh God, I’m really going through with this.

“I will give you a way out of the incredible pleasure I can deliver, should you choose to end it. But understand this, when you do, I’m gone. Forever.”

Her heart sank. She couldn’t imagine never seeing him again, but hadn’t that been what she’d wanted all along?

“Snap your fingers for me.”

She did. Even with the cuffs, she could snap her fingers.

“Good. Now that I know you can, all you have to do to end your training is to snap them at any time
.
That’s it. Once done, it’s over.”

“Yes, sir.”

Clint slapped her ass with his bare hand. It stung like fire. She squeezed her legs together.

“I didn’t ask a question for you to respond to. Wait until I do. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Say,
Lobster.”

“Lobster.”

“That’s the safe word. When you’re gagged, snap your fingers. When you’re not gagged, use the safe word. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I don’t think you’ll end this session, but you might be too weak for what I have in store for you. If not, you’ll have to prove it to me. Understand?”

Beth nodded.

She felt him grab a fistful of her hair and jerked her head back. “I told you that you only have two responses you could use. A nod wasn’t one of them. Let’s try again. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Excellent. That’s your last words for now, Beth.”

Clint stood behind her. She wanted to see his face, wanted to let him know that she hated how badly she’d treated him.

He held something out in front of her. “This is called a ball gag.”

Beth studied the red rubber ball with two long black straps attached to each side.

“Open your mouth wide.”

* * * *

Clint couldn’t get over how compliant Beth seemed to be. He’d expected her to resist, to argue. But she hadn’t. Instead, her eyes showed so many emotions that he couldn’t keep his head straight.

He pushed the ball in her mouth until her jaw widened, just enough to be slightly uncomfortable but not too painful.

“That’s good, Beth.”

He watched the subtle ways she rubbed her legs together, trying to feed her ache, and it drove hot lust down into his dick.

“Next, I’m going to show you how sensory deprivation can be quite an aphrodisiac.”

He pulled out the blindfold and placed it over her eyes. He watched her shiver. He traced her curves with his fingers and watched the gooseflesh pop up along the way. She inhaled through her nose deeply.

God, she got to him.

He focused on the reasons he came here. One, pleasure her in the way he knew she needed. Two, extract the confession that she’d intentionally worked her way between him and Dustin in order to try to save her job. Third, get her to agree to another time slot.

That was the plan, and he must follow. He fortified his resolve to not deviate.

Clint guided her to the couch, leaning her over one of its arms so that her head rested on one of the seat cushions and her ass pointed up for his paddle—one side hard for serious punishment, the other with faux fur for a softer touch.

He brought out the leather ankle restraints and latched Beth’s legs together, immobilizing her. She looked amazing.
 

“You’ve been bad, Beth.” He patted her ass gently with his hand. He loved seeing her flesh shiver from his touch.

In his other hand, he held the paddle. He wanted to see her backside turn bright red, to watch her respond.

“So, I’m going to punish you. I don’t want you to show any fear. You’re gonna take it like the strong woman I know you are. Nod your head if you understand me?”

She did.

His entire body hardened with desire for her.

A virgin to his ways and yet she acted so bravely. It floored him. God, this wasn’t how he thought this would go, but he couldn’t stop now. He pressed on.

He started with the hard side first to render her ass hot. The first smack, Beth jumped. He loved this, loved her reactions. Another smack of paddle to flesh, she moved only a fraction. Each subsequent slap, she stirred less and less. By the seventh time, she didn’t move a muscle.

He knew he shouldn’t touch her tenderly just yet, but he couldn’t resist. His grazed her reddened backside with his lips, then moved them up to the curve in her back. He kissed her there, took in a breath to pull in her scent. His already-stiff cock felt like it might burst.

“Remember, you can’t come until I give the order.”

Clint pulled her up to a standing position, and unlatched the ankle restraints.

“We’re going to your bedroom now. I want you spread-eagle for me with that hot, tight cunt of yours ready for my cock. Understand?”

She shuddered, then nodded.

He guided her to the side of her bed to a sitting position, arms still behind her.

“Don’t move.”

He went to the other room, stripped out of his clothes, grabbed his bag and video camera, and returned. He’d never seen a more beautiful woman than Beth. Her breasts heaved with what seemed to be anticipation of what pleasures he’d bring out in her. Her pussy glistened with lusty dew. Everything about her pleased him.

Clint placed the camera on the dresser, and turned it on. He gently caressed her chest. Touching her soft skin thrilled him. He moved his hands to her nipples and squeezed them hard. Beth gasped and settled back. Her head tilted ever so slightly.

“That’s it. Go with it, Beth.”

She responded so deliciously. Her muffled moans called to him.

“Time to get you in position.” He helped her to the middle of her bed and guided her back to the mattress. He tossed her pillows to the floor. Her bed didn’t have posters, so he fastened braided nylon ropes to Beth’s wrist and ankle restraints on each of their D-clamps. He took the loose-ends of each rope and tied them to a leg of her bed, stretching her out spread-eagle.

He tamped down his own excitement. His pleasure would come later, after hers.

Clint brought out a ten-inch dildo from his bag of tricks. He placed it on her naked stomach.

“Beth, this will hurt some.”

She gave a defeated whimper.

“That’s right. Let go. You don’t have to do a thing but let your body respond.”

He guided the tip to her slit, and he loved watching her wiggle as if trying to suck it into her pussy.

Clint took off the gag. She let out a long breath.

“Wiggle your jaw for me, Beth. It’ll help those muscles relax and make you feel better. You’re doing great.”

Her cheeks turn bright red. Electric desire surged through him.

Clint thought about removing the blindfold, but knew Beth would get more out of the experience if she couldn’t see.

“You have my permission to tell me what you want me to do with this big dildo.”

“Yes, sir.”

Holy fuck, she got to him. “Tell me, Beth.”

“I want it inside me.”

“I think you deserve that.”

Clint got the bottle of lubricant out of his bag and slicked up the dildo. He pushed it between her swollen folds, stretching her.

“Remember, don’t come until I say you can. Understand?”

“Y-Yes, sir.”

Clint prodded the dildo in and out of her pussy, going deeper with each stroke. “Do you like this?”

“Y-Yes, sir.”

“You want to come, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Not yet.” Clint intensified his pounding of her mound with the dildo. He reached up and tweaked her berry-like nipple. “Like this?”

“Yes, sir.”

A fine layer of glistening moisture decorated her skin. He leaned down and lapped up a taste from her neck. She tasted sweet like honey. Clint moved over her.

“Would you rather have this dildo inside you or my pulsing cock? Speak freely.”

“Yes, sir. I-I want your cock inside me.”

“That’s the right answer. You are a fast learner. I’m proud of you.”

Clint pulled the dildo out of her and set it aside.

Without hesitation, he drove his cock into Beth’s pussy. He needed to see her eyes, see her response. He pulled the blindfold off of her, and she flinched at the light.

Clint was mesmerized by her hazel beauties, as her pupils narrowed, clearly trying to focus. She smiled, and his heart leapt up into his throat. Master became slave.

Clint continued pistoning between her swollen folds. “Tell me how bad you want to come, Beth.”

“Yes, sir. I want to come. I need to come.”

“You can do better than that. Make me believe you.”

“P-Please. I have to come. I can’t hold back.” Her body began thrashing underneath him.

“I can’t let you, unless you tell me more.” His own release loomed to the surface. He couldn’t hold back much longer, but he wanted to make this moment last.

“Please let me come.”

Now Clint felt the rush to the finish line. He lengthened his strokes into her cunt. He hoped that Beth reached new heights of sexual gratification and abandon.

His balls exploded hot liquid up his shaft. “Come for me, Beth. Do it.”

“
Y-Yes, sir.
” He felt her body shivering against him, loosing herself to her orgasm.

The walls of her channel clamped down on his cock, and he unloaded inside her.

Chapter Ten

The sleepy afterglow faded as Beth felt the restraints being removed from her wrists and ankles. Opening her eyes, she saw Clint. He brought feelings out of her she didn’t know were possible. Thinking about how she gave herself totally to him moved her to tears. She wanted him, needed what he could give her. At the same instant, a pang of missing swept over her for Dustin. He should be here. She thought about saying so, but Clint hadn’t given his permission for her to speak yet.

He turned to her and smiled. “You’re awake. Good.”

His sexy voice ignited nerve endings on her skin.

Clint leaned down, pressing his mouth to hers, soft and warm. His delicious tongue urged her lips to part, and she consented. As their kiss deepened, sparks zoomed inside her body. He’d been able to calm her mind and her worry by teaching her to let go. He’d stretched her, pushed her, and now he surprised her.

He sat up. “Beth, sit up for me.”

Without hesitation, she did.

Sliding off the bed, he stood up, giving her a better view of his naked, muscled frame. Clint reached under her and scooped her up into his arms. “I want to take a shower with you, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart?
Her heart pounded wildly in her chest. He’d never said anything so wonderful to her.
 

Beth leaned into his rock-solid chest, savoring the feeling of safety he provided her. He carried her into the bathroom.

“Where are your towels, Beth?”

She couldn’t find her voice. Had he given her permission to speak? When she looked into Clint’s eyes they showed he understood her hesitation.

“Sweetheart, no rules now. Trust me. You can be yourself now.”

“O-Okay. The towels are in the hallway closet. I don’t have enough storage here, and since it’s just me, who cares. I suppose I should move to a new place. I’ve been here for so long, though. It’s home. Oh God, I’m rambling.”

“Not talking must’ve been very hard for you.” Clint laughed. The sound elated her. “Stay put. I’ll be right back.”

When he walked out, she missed his presence instantly. She turned to the mirror.
Oh God.
No makeup, Medusa-like hair.