Twice Shy (The Restraint Series) (8 page)

Once decided, she was excited about breaking in her dungeon. Letting him into her sanctuary, her home, was a huge deal. Stacy was the type of person who didn’t answer the door unless the person called first.

Her sanctum. Her domain. Her territory. It was because she hadn’t ever had a place that was solely hers. Tim and West never entered her room without permission.

Brendan was staying at Agua Caliente Casino, a nearby hotel. Just because she’d decided to give him dungeon rights didn’t mean he was staying over.

She watched Bren walk out in the airport, wearing button-fly jeans, another soft t-shirt. This one was plum and it seemed to make his eyes even greener.

He had a way of sauntering. Not rushed, but not meandering either. Taking everything in. He always had the talent of looking like he wanted to be wherever he was.

He fit here. She could see him living in Palm Springs. Stacy tried to put the thought aside. Looking at him, how his smile lit up when he spotted her–she knew she was fucked if it didn’t work out.

In that moment, Stace accepted the fact she’d fallen for him again. If this weekend went well, she would allow Brendan to discuss a future together. Something she had put the kibosh on when he consistently brought it up.

He came up and stood there. Then he shrugged, dropped his carry-on bag to the floor and hugged her. He smelled like his toothpaste and clean sweat. Minty and musky. Undertones of soap underneath.

Stacy relaxed into the hug. It felt so good, being in the shelter of his strong arms. Being a Domme didn’t mean being a hardass all the time. Something else had gotten hard when they were hugging though, which pleased her. She loved having an immediate effect on him. Physical reaction trumped sincere words every time when it came to attraction. Telling someone you’re attracted to them is one thing. A straining hard-on is proof. She was tempted to have a feel to see if Brendan had followed her “go commando” order.

The hug lasted a long time.

Stacy put her hand out after the embrace and he picked up his bag and clasped her hand.

She dropped him off to settle in at the hotel, to pick him up later. She had some work to do at home.

***

B
rendan felt jittery. He was usually unflappable. His dick had been hard from the moment he had seen Stacy. Seeing her in the September desert sun, even more comfortable in her skin than last time, made him rise to attention.

Cee had stunning eyes, full lips, honeyed voice. Plus an hourglass figure a pin-up would envy. But ever since they had reached puberty, she’d had an innate sexiness which had little to do with her features.

It wasn’t intentional on her part, but her sexiness made him hard. Had been the cause of a million jack-offs. Sometimes, he even had flings with look-a-likes. Until he realized the similarity ended there.

Tonight. Tonight. Scared. Excited. Both emotions messing with his nerves. Making smooth motor control near impossible.

He couldn’t fathom to this day why he craved sexual submission. He was a confident man, wasn’t cowed by anyone. The oilfield had a lot of blowhard bosses. He stood up to them easily.

But in the bedroom, to give up personal power was amazing. He had finally figured out a major part of it. Watching a strong woman control his physical being was a sexual high. Pleasing Cee was the ultimate goal, and the ultimate rush.

He waited outside the Casino in the warm dusk, wearing casual clothes as ordered, waiting for Cee to pick him up. He didn’t have to wait long. She was wearing a blue semi-transparent top and a flowy skirt. Not too dressy.

The trip was short, to a small two-story apartment complex. So not the club then. He let out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding.

She took his hand again. That little intimacy meant so much.

On the ground level at the end of the hall, she unlocked the door and let him in. It was roomy, airy, without clutter and filled with artwork. Cee always did love art.

She gave him a quick tour, and then led him to a room. Inside it was a mini-dungeon. He’d done a lot of research and learned quite a bit when he tested the waters before. There was a massage table, a small St. Andrew’s Cross and a spanking bench. Strangely, a loveseat in one corner.

“This is just going to be a training session. Your first.” She smiled, almost shyly but not quite. “Hopefully there are going to be many more. You won’t truly submit to me. It takes time. We’re just exploring here, okay?”

His nerves spiked. He started to breathe faster. She led him to the massage table, her warm soft hands pushing him. On closer inspection, it was more like a table he had seen in a doctor’s office. His hair was standing on end and he felt cold. “Give me your shirt. Lie face up for me, Bren, okay?”

He nodded spastically. His nipples pebbled in the warm air.

“What color are you at, Bren?”

She’d told him to gauge his feelings by the traffic light system. Red was the safeword. The scene would stop and there would be no more sexual play that day if the safeword was said. It motivated a person to be really sure before they said it. Yellow was discomfort. They would discuss the discomfort. Green was all good.

“Green. Scared shitless, but green.”

Her eyes flashed with something that made his insides all warm and safe. “Green what, Bren?”

“Miss.”

“Good. Now, for now, we’re going to discard green. Make an okay sign with your hand. Good. I’ll make that sign when I’m checking on you. If you’re green, you’ll do it back. If not, say yellow or red. If at any time you are at yellow or red, tell me. Communication is very important.” Her smooth, quiet voice commanded him. Intimately she leaned against his shoulder. “There’s no reason to be scared, Bren. I would never hurt you.”

“It’s not quite that sort of scared, Miss.” As he lay on the table, his dick got harder, anticipating. The base of his spine tingled.

“Talk to me. Dominance and submission is all about communication. What kind of scared?”

He tried to think it through in his head, but he wasn’t really firing on all cylinders right now. “I want this. I so want this. But it’s sort of like losing your virginity, you know?”

Cee kissed his forehead, and he calmed at the touch. “I am so grateful, Brendan, that you chose to save your submission for me.”

She retrieved two rubber circles out of her pocket. “Now stay still, Bren.”

Cee traced her fingertips around his nipples, gently pinching one, and then the other. He couldn’t stifle a groan. It was taking all his strength not to force his hips upward.

Tracing down to his button fly, with excruciating slowness, she unbuttoned him.

Stacy loved Brendan’s reaction. His groans went straight to her nether regions, and she felt her inner muscles clench. His voice was amazing. His groans, oh, his groans zinged under her belly, giving her butterflies and pre-orgasmic tension. It wouldn’t take much to get her off after she took care of him.

She took hold of his hard cock, hot to the touch. Lubricated at the end. Wet with pre-come. The tremors in his body increased. She made the ‘okay’ sign, which he mirrored. “Remember, Bren, if you’re close to coming, tell me. You aren’t allowed to come without permission. This thick, hard cock is mine.”

He rasped, “Yes, Miss.”

Miss sounded so fucking fantastic from those light pink lips. After she applied the cock ring, she kept her hand there as she leaned up and took a kiss from him.

Stacy kissed him gently, close-mouthed to begin, enjoying the wet soft warmth of his lips. He opened up and questingly pushed his tongue forward. She opened, deepening the kiss. Gentle deepness. Affectionate. Swallowing his groan when she started squeezing the base of his cock above the ring.

“Miss...” he whispered into her mouth. Stacy ended the kiss. Looked in his eyes. “I’m already getting close.”

She took her hand off. Went back down to his cock. Checked they were still ‘green’. She motioned him to lift his hips, taking his jeans off.

His legs were hairy and very muscular. His hipbones jutted out. Stacy traced his legs from hip to feet. Remembering his ticklishness, she didn’t touch the bottoms of his feet.

While she belted his ankles to the table his breathing increased, but he motioned her to go on. She then put cuffs on his wrists. Moving his arms above his head, she pulled his arms taut, chaining them to o-rings in the wall. She completed his restraint by belting his hips to the table. “Now you won’t have to restrain yourself.”

Brendan was feeling jittery and logically he knew it was because he couldn’t fucking move. But he trusted Cee, and couldn’t imagine why he was shivering. He could feel the burn where his muscles stretched over his ribs.

He could feel every piece of leather holding him down, knowing that in Cee’s mind, every restraint was an embrace from her.

He lifted his head up to look down his body, dick standing to attention in the middle. Cee adjusted the table and started spreading his legs. It made him feel so open, vulnerable.

Brendan felt the pressure increase when Cee put another ring around the base of his ball sac. But even though he felt closer to coming, he felt more in control.

Every nerve was alive. The smells and sounds of the small dungeon were vivid. He smelled a burnt herb of some sort and heard soft classical music playing. The creaking of the leather restraints intensified his feelings. Brendan felt light-headed, but not unpleasantly so.

Then Cee lightly scratched between his legs. She massaged a point behind his testicles. “Oh god, Miss, oh fuck!” He tried to fuck the air, his dick twitching. His balls tightened, preparing to shoot. “I’m close again, Miss!”

She squeezed the middle of his concrete-hard dick with a slightly painful pressure. The need to come wasn’t as urgent. “Watch me.”

She took her top off. Her beautiful full breasts were encased in a balcony bra and the nipples were half visible and looked hard. When she removed her skirt, he noticed the thong panties matched her bra. Also blue like her eyes. Her belly button was pierced and had a long pendant resting on her soft belly. He could smell the musk of her excitement. He was doing that to her. His dick pulsed with his heart. The pressure was increasing.

She took her bra off. Cee’s nipples were tightly bumped. The panties came last. Not a hair to be seen. A lot of women did it today, to increase sensation.

She was sexy. Confident. Beautiful. She walked to him, bent over, her nipple brushing his mouth. He sucked it softly, increasing the pressure slowly, reveling in her taste. She tasted sweet and tart at the same time. Moaning, she pulled away, changed nipples, her soft groans increasing in volume, her musky scent getting stronger.

He wanted to touch her with his body, his hands holding her breasts. Craved the heavy weight of them so much his palms itched. He accepted, mostly, it wasn’t his to decide. Hoped she would let him come. Preferably inside her.

Cee pulled away, face flushed, pupils dilated. There was a sexy, calculating smile on her face. She was glowing. He had a feeling of contentment knowing that he was the cause of that smile.

Stacy almost came when she had Bren suckling her nipples. She’d always thought it was possible as they were sensitive.

Three more times she had brought him to the brink of orgasm. Pre-come weeping, adding to the lubrication.

The delayed orgasm torture was taking its toll. She didn’t want to restrict his blood flow much longer. She unfastened his hands, climbed on the table and straddled his body in a reverse cowgirl position, hovering over his torso instead of his cock. “Put your hand there.” Twisting back, she gestured underneath her pussy. Brendan moved his right hand underneath. Stacy then instructed him to place the heel of his hand on her clit. “Don’t move.”

It wasn’t going to take her much. The coiling in her lower belly signaled how close she was.

“So wet, you’re so hot and wet,” Bren murmured over and over.

Stacy lubed up her hands and interlocked her fingers around his cock. Her vaginal walls clenched. Anticipating bringing him over the brink. Watching his hips work against their restraint. She started slowly, quickly building up momentum.

Brendan’s groans increased; another shot of pre-come came out. Stacy could feel his hot breath whispering against her buttocks. She let go of her own control and started grinding against his palm. He pushed, trying to increase her pleasure. Against instruction, but something she would think about later. It was all about their pleasure right now.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, I can’t, I can’t hold...”

“Let go, Brendan, you have permission to let go.”

Come streamed out of his penis, jerking and spasming, once, twice, again, again. Each spurt hit her belly, whilst his hips rotated out as far open as the restraints allowed. She concentrated on her contractions, squeezing, breathing, jutting into Brendan’s hand. The muscles in her belly squeezed from all sides at the same time, her pelvis tilting forward and up in the direction of her belly button. She came in long juddering cycles, the insides of her legs spasming, her toes pointed, soaking his belly and hand.

She let out a throaty laugh, lying back. She knew that Brendan would cradle her. They lay there for a moment, his strong arms encircling her. She could feel his chest rising and falling rapidly, as if he’d run a race. Neither seemed capable of speech.

The moment passed and she shakily got off the table, removed his cock ring from the still semi-hard penis. She made eye contact. “You okay?”

He rasped, “Green, Miss, so very green.”

She laughed again, moving to his ankle restraints, massaging where he pulled against them. They hadn’t been tight enough to restrict blood flow. Finally, she released his perfect torso. She pulled him to a seated position, slowly. Stacy led him to the loveseat. Got him to lie down.

Brendan felt like he had just run a marathon whilst experiencing the best orgasm of his life. Cee was rubbing his body with lotion, bringing him down after their scene.

Then she spooned him. The press of her breasts in his back stirred his dick, which by all rights should be dead. The dick might be willing, but the intimacy of this moment was a different kind of high.