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Control, control, control.

“Now the shoes,” he told her.

She stepped out of them and kicked them away then stood there waiting for his next instruction.

He indicated the spotlight shining at a point on one wall.

“Go over there and stand directly under it, facing the wall. And do not speak again unless I tell you to. Nod your head if you understand.”

She dipped her head once. It excited him to see her bit by bit assume the posture of a submissive, proud but needing to do his bidding—to allow him to do whatever he wished, knowing that she was giving pleasure in return. He’d had a feeling, that one time they’d been together, that this would be the case. He hardly dared think how perfectly matched they might be. Tonight would give him some indication. Then he’d have to decide if he wanted to get to know more about her and tell her about himself.

She stood obediently waiting for him, the spotlight shining down on her. He pressed a button on the wall and a bar descended from the ceiling with manacles at each end. One at a time, he lifted her arms and fastened the fleece-lined steel around each wrist. When he was finished, he knelt behind her, nudged her legs wide apart, took a spreader bar from the table and locked her ankles into place at either end. Then he stood back to look at her.

She was gorgeous spread out like that, her well-rounded ass curving out from her spine, the muscles in her arms and legs defined with the tension in them. His eyes dropped to the crevice between the globes of her buttocks and he itched to run his fingers through the hot crease. Soon enough. That and more.

He picked up a flogger from the table, one with soft suede strips attached to the handle. “The night we were together I introduced you to the pleasure you could derive from the right amount of pain. I wonder what level it takes now to make you wet.”

He trailed the flogger lightly across her ass, back and forth, back and forth, several times. He watched her tense slightly, expectantly, waiting for the sharp kiss of the leather on her skin. He knew the waiting was as stimulating as the pain itself. When he raised his arm and laid the flogger sharply against her with a smart snap of his wrist, she jerked slightly. The manacles only allowed her so much movement, anyway. He struck her sharply again and again, watching with pleasure as her skin turned a mouth-watering pink and the heat spread from her ass to the inside of her thighs.

He stopped at ten, took a step forward and ran his hand over the reddened skin, feeling the heat rising from it. A tiny moan burst from her lips as he slid his hand between her legs, his fingers probing her cunt. He smiled to himself when her liquid soaked his skin. Oh, yes, his sweet girl had really learned to enjoy the enhancement of pain.

Let’s see just how far we can take you.

Replacing the flogger on the table, he carefully looked over the other implements before choosing the short crop. It had the same effect as a whip but left slightly wider stripes and often raised the level of pain more, intensifying the pleasure.

Slade took a moment again to drink in the sight of the woman displayed for his pleasure. Her body quivered slightly, a sign of her anticipation of whatever came next. Slowly he ran the tip of the crop the length of the crevice separating the cheeks of her ass. The muscles of those delectable rounds clenched and another tiny moan escaped her. He eased the tip up and down, loving her reaction, especially when he found her anus and poked the tip into it ever so slightly.

Pulling the crop back, he traced the inside of her thighs—up one and down the other…again and then again. He loved the way she trembled with expectation, despite her obvious effort to maintain control.

There was barely a second between the moment he stopped his teasing and smacked her ass with the crop. His cock flexed as he eyed the thin stripe of bright red that appeared. Without waiting he struck again—on her ass, her thighs, her shoulders. As each stripe appeared and her moans of pleasure grew louder, his own excitement increased. He was glad he’d left his clothes on for the moment because it gave him at least some measure of control over his hungry dick.

 He had to force himself to stop at the count of fifteen, afraid in his rising lust he might overdo it. She was panting heavily now and a fine sheen of perspiration covered her skin. Slade tossed the instrument aside and moved to press his body to hers.

“Feel my cock against you, girl?” Even through the fabric of his slacks he knew the bulge was unmistakable. “Do you? Permission granted to answer me.”

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice had a breathless quality. “It feels very, very good.”

Slade smiled to himself. It was going to feel very, very good inside her before the night was over.

Reaching around, he cupped her breasts, taking their weight in his palms. With thumb and forefinger he pinched her nipples…hard. He was rewarded by her sharp gasp of pleasure so he pinched them again, feeling the hardened buds swell beneath his touch. He was pleased to note that, despite the sensations obviously running through her, she still kept her head bowed in the proper submissive mode.

Whoever had taken over her training here at The Edge had done a good job. The interest he’d seen kindled in their session five years ago had obviously exploded into full immersion for her. If he had any regrets, it was only that he had not been around to be the one who had taken her through the steps and taught her the things she needed to know. He would have loved seeing her unfold like a flower as each session took her deeper and deeper into a D/s relationship.

Moving his hands over her rib cage and down the slight curve of her tummy, he found her clit and gave it the same treatment as her nipples. He heard her sharp intake of breath then she rocked forward into his touch as much as her restrained position permitted. Her cunt was so wet his fingers just slid along the slippery surface of the heated skin.

“I’m going to rub this little bundle of nerves,” he said, his mouth at her ear. “I enjoy the feel of it beneath my fingers. But do not come. Do you understand me?”

This would be yet another test of her submissiveness and her ability to obey instructions.

Shuddering at the control she would need, she nodded her head.

“Excellent. You know,” he continued, his mouth at her ear, his fingers busy at her clit, “I still dream about the feel of your mouth on my cock. The touch of your tongue. The heat of your mouth. You did so well that night. You don’t know how hard it was for me not to let myself come in that sweet hot cavern. Let my cum slide down your throat and see you swallow it.”

Indistinguishable sounds of pleasure burst from her lips both at his words and at the light, teasing movement of his fingers over her clit. He could tell from the sounds she was making and the tension rippling through her body that she badly wanted to come but she knew that to disobey his order would only bring punishment and perhaps denial of fulfilment. What a good little subbie she’d turned out to be.

“Tonight,” he went on, teasing her pussy, “I’m going to find out if you’ve improved that technique. Although I’m not sure that’s possible.” He gave the little bundle of nerves a final pinch. “But it will be fun finding out.” He bit the lobe of her ear. “And if you’re very, very, very good, I’m going to fuck you until you don’t even know your own name.”

 

Kari shivered with anticipation. She had played with some very good Doms over the past five years—men who had taught her the pleasure of submission, the rewards of the power exchange in a D/s situation. Men who had taken her to new heights of sexual fulfilment. But none of them had ever affected her the way this man did.

The way he was affecting her now.

Heat and cold raced through her in tandem waves as his clever fingers teased at her and she fought to maintain control. She could still feel the kiss of both the flogger and the crop on her skin and the pleasure/pain that grew with each stroke. She was sure her inner thighs were wet with the liquid from her cunt and the pulse deep inside her beat with the insistency of a jungle drum. She had to bite her lower lip, hard, to keep from coming. But then, as Sir continued to torment her clit, she closed her eyes and let herself drift into the first level of subspace.

When he suddenly took his hands away and stepped back from her body she wanted to cry out at the sense of loss. But then he was unfastening the manacles at her wrists and ankles, turning her to face him and rubbing her arms and legs to relieve the strain of being stretched out for so long. When he was finished, he placed her arms at her sides.

“On your knees,” he ordered, his gaze hot on her body.

Obediently she dropped to her knees, eyes lowered, hands clasped behind her back in the traditional sub posture. Her ass and thighs still stung with the pleasurable bite of pain and she wished she could rub them across the nap of the carpet. But she held her pose, waiting for further instructions. In seconds she heard the rustle of fabric.

“You may watch me undress.” His voice was deep and even but held an unmistakable thread of lust.

Kari raised her eyes in time to see him toss his shirt to the side, slide the zipper down on his slacks and drop them to the floor.

No underwear.

Commando.

His body was still as hard and lean but she spotted two scars that hadn’t been there before. Whatever line of work he was in obviously had a dangerous edge to it. Her mouth went dry at the sight of the impressive cock rising from the thick nest of rich brown curls. She’d dreamed about it so often she’d wondered if her memory had exaggerated its size and thickness.

Not even close.

She wanted to run her tongue over the soft skin encasing the rigid shaft that was hard as steel. To taste the velvet smoothness of the broad head—now a deep purple—and the tart, salty flavour of his cum. Feel him fill her mouth.

She waited dutifully while he nudged his shoes away, wrapped the fingers of one hand around his cock and moved close enough that he could rub the head gently against her lips. She drew in a breath, inhaling the rich scent of his musk, her mouth already hungering for his taste.

His deep chuckle had a rasp to it. “I see in your eyes what you want. Well, you’ll have it. Let’s see if this is as good as I remember. I promise you’ll be well rewarded.”

Kari intended to make it better. She opened her mouth and he eased his shaft inside, sliding it along her tongue. The fit was still as tight but it felt so good. She eased her tongue around it in the minuscule amount of room available. He thrust the fingers of one hand into her hair, clasping her head and moving it to adjust the angle to give him more satisfaction. More stimulation.

As if he needs it.

Abruptly he pulled himself away, leaving her kneeling with her mouth still open.

“I think we need to ramp this up a little. Rise to your feet.”

Compliant, she stood, eyes lowered again, and waited for whatever came next. In a moment she found it.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered.

Her lowered gaze spotted the dildo in his hand and she sucked in a breath.

Oh, Lord!

How on earth could she keep from coming with that toy busily vibrating away inside her pussy?

But apparently that was what he had in mind. He slid it inside her, the coolness of the plastic a contrast against the heated walls of her cunt. When it was fully seated, he twisted the wheel on the bottom and the toy began humming away. He urged her back to her knees again, she opened her mouth and he slid his shaft inside.

If possible it was even more swollen and she had to tilt her head back further to take the length. But she worked it hard, enjoying the feel and taste of it, even as she tried to ignore the vibrations racing through her body and the inescapable first signs of the orgasm building deep inside her. She heard his laboured breathing and knew he was striving for control as much as she was.

She was at a point where she felt that control slipping away from her when he eased himself from her mouth. Reaching down to her, he manoeuvred her so she was on her hands and knees. He knelt behind her, his muscular legs pressing hers to separate them more. He smoothed his hands over her ass, letting his fingers slip lightly into the crevice. The tip of one finger pressed against her anus.

“One of these nights I will take you here,” he promised. “But we have so much more to explore first. So many toys. I can’t wait to clamp those exquisite rosy nipples. To watch the pleasure you receive from the Ben Wa balls. To see how long I can make your orgasm last with a special set of anal beads. There
will
be more nights, though, Butterfly. Count on it.”

Kari hoped so. Her usual Doms paled in comparison to this man. She allowed herself the teeniest thread of hope that she might have finally found the one person she’d been searching for.

Don’t go getting ahead of yourself, Kari.

He eased the dildo from her body and placed it to the side. She nearly cried out at the empty feeling it left. But the tearing sound of foil and the snap of latex told her he now had himself fully sheathed and ready. Lord knew
she
was more than ready. He closed the fingers of one hand over her hips while with the other he guided his cock into her waiting, greedy cunt. She wanted to weep with joy when he was fully inside her at last, his thickness stretching her walls, the tip of the head bumping her womb.

Then he began to move, slowly at first then increasing the pace until she felt each thrust inside clear through her body.

Yes, yes, yes!

The climax she’d been so ruthlessly trying to suppress unwound like a spring released from containment, rushing through her, every nerve in her body responding. Kari pushed her hips back and rocked into him, catching the rhythm of his strokes. He reached a hand around her and found her clit, stroking it in a cadence that matched the tempo of his cock moving in and out of her cunt.

The wave gathering inside her crested and broke just as he shouted his release. His cock pulsed inside her, the walls of her cunt gripping him and milking him as her own orgasm tossed her over a precipice and sent her cartwheeling into space. Rockets exploded behind her closed eyelids and she lost all sense of everything except the shudders that racked her body and stole her breath.

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