Chapter 17 #2
Hazel actually lifted an arm to wave over her shoulder. “We will!”
God, you had to give the woman credit. She wasn’t only beautiful, she was just plain incredible.
Dominants held a great deal of power and yet none at all.
Once we reached the space, I guided her to stand in front of me.
“We’ve gone over our files together. We’ve played and I’ve spanked and even paddled your arse before.
But in here, in the Dungeon, the stage is different.
So tonight, you’re going to have to be completely honest with me.
If you so much as feel a twitch of unease, you say ‘Kali’.
I don’t care if it’s just because your nose is itching or you need to pee.
You say it. The only reason I’d ever be upset is if you don’t say it when you need to. Is that crystal clear?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“No! Not ‘sir,’ at least not tonight. Master is fine, okay?” The memory of her telling us that “Sir” was what she’d used to address her abuser was too fresh in my mind. I could not stand the thought of anything I did evoking the trauma she’d undergone at his hands.
Her smile was the sweetest thing I’d ever seen and the understanding in her eyes was the balm my soul needed. “Yes, Master, it’s perfectly okay.”
“Thank you, babygirl.”
“You’re welcome.” She smiled but this time it looked a trifle wicked. “So, does this mean it’s time to get naked?”
Never let it be said that warriors don’t know when to follow just as much as they know when to fight. She was being diplomatic about it, but she was definitely telling me to stop being a big baby and take charge.
“It is, dress off.”
She reached down and took the hem and pulled the dress off and my breath hitched.
She’d chosen to wear a set of black lingerie that emphasized the paleness of her skin as well as the fullness of her breasts.
When she grinned and then turned to lay her dress on the loveseat that was available for after we were done playing, my cock rose to salute the beautiful picture she made.
The globes of her arse were bare, the black satin ribbon of her thong disappearing into the cleft of her buttocks.
She swiveled around and tilted her head. “Undies too?”
“Undies?”
She laughed. “On or off, Master?”
“Off, definitely off,” I said, ignoring my little head in favor of the one on my shoulders. “Leave the heels. Those are sexy as sin.”
“Yes, Master.” If she’d shown the least bit of reluctance, I’d have known she was trying to fake it till she made it.
But she didn’t so much as hesitate. Within seconds, her lingerie had joined her dress and she returned to stand before me, feet slightly apart, arms at her sides, presenting herself to me like the gift she was.
“You’re gorgeous,” I said.
“Thank you, Master.”
Finally, I pulled my head out of my arse or the clouds or wherever it had been. “Such a pale little arse. Let’s see if we can turn it as red as that cherry on your milkshake, shall we?”
She laughed and then nodded.
I squatted to open my toy bag and could feel her gaze on me as I rummaged inside. I forced myself not to hesitate as I pulled out the cuffs. We’d used them before, but not like they’d be used tonight. “Hands.”
Her arms came up, her hands palms up and I buckled the first set of cuffs around her wrists.
I paused to kiss the tip of her nose which caused her to smile, before I crouched again to fasten the first of a second set.
The visual of a black leather cuff with silver rings encircling the slender ankle of a foot clad in a scarlet five-inch stiletto was a wet dream come true.
I adjusted my dick before reaching for the last cuff and the little laugh she failed to suppress had my gaze slowly lifting to rake up the length of her body.
The trip didn’t take long but let me see that the lips of her sex were already dewy and her nipples were as hard as little diamonds.
“Did you say something, subbie?”
“No, Master.” When I cocked my eyebrow, she had the grace to flush. “I, um, might have made a sound though.”
“A sound or a laugh?”
“I couldn’t help it. You’re just too cute.”
I had to fight not to chuckle. “Cute? I don’t believe ‘cute’ is a word to use for a Dom who is about to do dirty things to his sub, do you?”
“I think it is, especially when your sub loves it when you do naughty things to her. I mean, with all due respect, Master.”
I wasn’t going to win this one and knew it.
Instead, I just bent forward and raked my tongue over the seam of her sex.
I had to say, the startled squeal she made was very cute indeed.
And the strangled mewl she made when I smacked my lips was enough for me to set my chuckle free.
The last cuff was buckled in place and when I rose, I did so with my palms sliding up her body from her ankles, along her legs, my fingers tightening a bit to bite into the tender flesh on the inside of her thighs before moving closer to her core but not touching what I was quite sure she so badly wanted to be touched.
Continuing up over her belly, I could feel her muscles trembling a bit and when I cupped each breast, my thumbs stroking over nipples they’d become so tightly puckered they looked as if they might burst.
When she gave a second mewl, I moved a hand to the back of her neck and then my other to trace along her jaw.
“You’re so fucking incredible, Zellie. You make me ache.
” I pressed closer to her, my hold making she she’d remain steady even as I ground my crotch against her belly.
“And do you know what happens to my sub when she makes my cock so hard?”
I could feel the muscles of her throat as she swallowed, which was more like an actual gulp.
“N-no-no, Master.”
“I make sure she is aching as well. And while you’re dripping your sweet honey, and your nipples could pierce steel, I don’t believe you’re aching… not in the way you want to ache are you, subbie?”
“N-no, Master.”
“Then it’s time to begin.”
I didn’t give her a chance to reply, simply took her mouth.
Not in a kiss, but in a claiming of tongue and teeth, leaving the first of my marks on her bottom lip.
The tip of her tongue came out to lick the area I’d nipped.
Not to wipe it away, but to savor it. Her pupils were dilated, her breathing far more ragged. “Safe word?”
“Kali, Master.”
“And if you just need a break?”
“Yellow.”
“Use them if you need, understood?”
“Yes, Master.”
I led her to the cross and turned her to face it.
It took only a few moments to secure the cuffs to the cross.
Once she was braced, I ran my hands down her back beginning at her shoulders and along her spine, loving the slight shudder the touch drew from her.
I cupped the globes of her arse, my fingers massaging the soft flesh for a moment before I stepped away and pulled the flogger I’d chosen to bring from the bag.
I ran my fingers through the falls as I returned to Hazel.
Moving to her side, I traced her jaw with a fingertip.
“I’d ask if you’re sure, but I think that just might have you threatening to take a paddle to my arse, so instead, I’m going to thank you for your trust in me and for the gift of your submission.
It is indeed a gift worth far more than gold. ”
Her smile and the light in her eyes told me I’d said exactly what she’d needed to hear. The curl of her lips told me she had something yet to say. “You’re welcome, now, please Master Nigel, get on with it?”
I bent closer. “One day soon, you’re going to learn just what all that daring cheekiness is going to get you, babygirl.”
“As long as it gets me you, I’ll be happy.”
And I knew without a doubt that she would.
I kissed the tip of her nose. “You’ve already got me.
Now, open that cheeky little mouth.” Once her lips parted, I slipped the handle of the flogger between them.
“Hold that for me.” I planned on driving her to the edge and over not once, but as many times as she could stand.
I took my time, unbuttoning the cuffs of my shirt and ever so slowly rolling up the sleeves until they were at my elbows.
Her eyes never once drifted from me, the aroma of her arousal growing stronger in the air.
“Are you ready?”
“So very ready, Master.”
Moving to her again, I reached up, gripped her ponytail and pulled her head back. The
surprise in her eyes flared into desire. Placing my hand beneath her chin, I said, “Release.” She did and the flogger fell into my palm.
Foreplay over, I stepped back and began.
The steps we took when we made love were but those of a single dance.
Wielding a flogger and watching the falls land to caress her flesh as they took steps of a different dance was erotic as hell.
Her soft mewls and contented sighs played the score, my murmurs of “beautiful,” “perfection,” “good girl,” and “mine,” provided the lyrics.
Time passed as we danced, soft pink stripes turning into deeper shades of mauve and then blooming into red as the falls continued to play until her ass was indeed as red as that cherry.
Stepping forward, I flipped the flogger, holding the falls and slipped the handle between thighs that had begun glistening within minutes of taking our first steps.
“Look how wet you are,” I said, sliding the handle along the lips of her sex and withdrawing it to show her the evidence of her arousal.
“Such a good subbie,” I said, running the handle across her lips. “Taste yourself,” I commanded.
Her pupils dilated a bit more at the pure lewdness of the order, but her lips parted and the tip of her tongue came out to trace along the leather of the handle.