Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
Iris
Leather wrapped around her wrists, legs spread apart and cuffed to the bottom of the wooden frame, Iris was relieved Master Law had ultimately decided to take her shoes off. Standing this way was a lot easier without heels.
The inability to move didn’t bother her. Iris enjoyed being bound. She felt freer. The ultimate dichotomy. She didn’t have to worry about what choice to make or whether she was making the right or wrong one. She just had to wait to see what deliciously deviant pleasure was going to happen.
This position was a little daunting since it gave her Dom completely unfettered access to her body. Not just her ass but also her breasts and pussy. She could only imagine how Gina had felt in this position.
The memory of watching the scene while Master Law’s hands played with her breasts made her breath hitch. Now she would experience some of it. Her skin tingled in anticipation, and she could feel her inner muscles clenching, gripping the plug more tightly while her pussy ached with emptiness.
Would it have killed him to fill her pussy with something, too?
Circling around her with the flogger in his hand, his gaze met hers, and his lips tipped up.
“What’s your safeword, Iris?”
“Foliage.”
That stopped him in his tracks.
Iris pressed her lips together to keep from smiling. Master Law blinked, staring at her, then his gaze narrowed.
“Is that from The Office?”
“Yes.”
He shook his head, but he couldn’t entirely hide his smile.
“I thought you used ‘red.’”
“I did for the classes. I was saving my real safeword for a real scene.” She’d considered it a test—did the Dom recognize where it came from? Did he find it funny?
Master Law had just passed on both counts.
She’d liked the idea of doing something that differentiated a real scene from the scenes she’d done in class.
At the time, she hadn’t realized her safeword would hardly be a blip in the number of differences during the evening.
She hadn’t needed it to make the evening special.
She already knew she’d remember this night for the rest of her life, regardless of what happened between them afterward.
Shaking his head, he swung the flogger around in a little loop, keeping it close enough to his side, it didn’t actually hit her. She flinched when she felt the air rushing past her hips, and his smile grew.
Sadist.
“Foliage it is then.” Moving again, circling around behind her so she couldn’t see him anymore.
Her anxiety ramped up, and she debated if she should turn her head.
She had a feeling she wasn’t supposed to, but having him behind her, being unable to see where he was standing and what he was doing.
Her entire back tingled, muscles tensing in anticipation until she forced them to relax, then knotted up again when she heard him make the smallest movement.
Yet it was still a shock when the leather strands of the logger slapped against her upper back. The stinging patter made her suck in a breath and quiver before relaxing again. Almost the moment she did, the flogger landed again on the other side of her upper back.
Then on the right side of her ass.
Then the left.
Master Law wielded the flogger with precision, the strands falling against her skin in a stinging pattern that was hypnotic. Moaning, Iris rocked forward slightly as the surface of her skin became more and more sensitive.
When he stepped forward to run a warm hand over that skin, she shivered.
“How are you doing, Iris?”
“Good.” She practically sang the word. So good. So relaxed, yet so aroused.
A little smack to her ass made her sigh, then the flogging started up again… except Master Law was moving around her. She gasped, straining against her bonds as the flogger fell against her sensitive sides, the outside of her thighs, then her breasts.
Her nipples, already budded, stiffened further under the assault, and Iris’ head fell back, thrusting her chest forward as if her body was begging for more.
Because it was.
More sensation.
More pain.
More pleasure.
More, more, more.
She was greedy for it.
When the flogger snapped between her legs, the same way Will had done to Gina, she cried out, rocking against the restraints. It hurt a lot more than her back, her buttocks, or her breasts, but it felt better too.
The pattering sting kissed her skin, traveling over her, then back between her legs.
More!
It wasn’t enough. She whimpered, clenching around the plug, moving her hips forward. The brief spark of leather against flesh didn’t give her what she needed to push herself over. The flogging was a tease. A taster.
And Iris wanted it all.
Law
Fuck, she was beautiful. Straining. Whimpering. The sights and sounds of Iris’ responses to the flogger went straight to his dick, adding to his own torment.
He’d turned the lighter parts of her body a pretty pink while adding reddish color to her limbs and back despite her tan. He rather enjoyed trying to decorate within the tan lines. It was a fun challenge.
This might be a fairly basic scene, but Iris made it special.
The way she went up on her toes when he swept the flogger up between her legs, the ends of the strands snapping against her pussy.
The way she thrust her breasts out when he flicked the flogger over them.
The way her lips parted as she cried out in pained pleasure.
The puffy lips between her legs were more swollen, and the traces of her arousal glistened on the end of the flogger.
Fuck.
Law’s mouth watered.
He wanted a taste.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the clamps he’d stored there earlier. Setting the flogger down, he moved closer to Iris. She lifted her head, arousal and need glazing her dark eyes, and her lips slightly parted. Tilting her head as he came closer, her expression lightened with anticipation.
Cupping her breast with one hand, he ran his thumb over her nipple, and she moaned, arching her back in encouragement.
“Trying to tempt me, naughty girl?” Whether or not she was trying was irrelevant. Iris was temptation personified. She didn’t have to do anything extra.
“That depends.” Her eyelashes fluttered as her pink tongue flicked her lower lip. She twisted slightly, rubbing her breast against his hand. “Is it working?”
Law chuckled.
“Naughty girl.” He said it in the same tone he usually called her a ‘good girl’ and enjoyed the flash of happiness in her eyes. “Hold still for me.”
Iris hummed under her breath as he squeezed her breast, lifting it so he could apply one of the clamps.
The soft flesh spilled out around his fingers, dark pink and so pretty against his brown skin.
Fuck, he wanted to taste her so bad, he couldn’t resist dipping his head down to lick his tongue over one pert, brown nipple.
Her shudder and sigh were delicious.
Opening the clamp, he closed it around that same nipple, savoring her shriek as the tiny bud was pinched.
The tight grip was merciless. Iris panted as she worked her way through the pain while Law cradled her breast in his hand, watching her expressions as she worked her way through pain to acceptance and pleasure.
When her gaze finally refocused on him, he grinned and applied the second clamp.
“Sadist!” she gasped out, then whined with the pain of having the second clamp applied.
Law chuckled, brushing his fingertips over the exposed tips of her nipples. Iris writhed in her restraints, gasping from the sensation.
“Exactly.”
Iris
The fascination with which Master Law was watching her was arousing all on its own, even if she wasn’t tingling and throbbing all over.
It felt like he was completely in control while she was completely out of it.
Her nipples throbbed, pulsing against the tight confines of the clamps.
The initial pain had subsided quickly, and her body was confused if she was still hurting or if she was enjoying it.
Both. Definitely both.
When Master Law dropped to his knees, it was as if all the air had been sucked out of her lungs.
This hadn’t happened in Will and Gina’s scene.
Strong arms wrapped around the backs of her legs, fingers digging into her thighs, and she felt his hot breath against her pussy lips a moment before she felt his tongue.
“Fuck!” Iris’ hips jerked forward, rubbing more of her sensitive flesh against his mouth—and in the wake of the flogging, it felt extra sensitive. She whimpered at the hot jolt of pleasure, her body clenching and squeezing the plug in her bottom.
Looking down, she could see the top of Master Law’s bald head as he tipped it back to get his mouth fully on her pussy.
His tongue slid between the lips, teasing her tender folds.
Tasting her. Circling her clit. Then he sucked the little nubbin between his lips, pulling hard.
It felt as if there was a line of electricity between her breasts and her pussy, the throbbing pulse of pleasure running counterpoint to each other.
“Please… oh, fuck… please…” If the flogger’s touch hadn’t been nearly enough, this intense stimulation was almost too much.
Her thighs squeezed, trying to press together, but even without the restraints, his broad shoulders would have never let her.
His fingers found the base of the plug between her cheeks and pressed on it, pushing it inside her, then pulling back, fucking her ass with the toy while his tongue laved her pussy. “Oh, fuck!”
Iris jerked against the restraints, but they were far too strong to break.
They held her up when her knees trembled, threatening to give as the sensations washed over her.
The plug twisted, adding to the intense stimulation as Master Law returned his attention to her clit, making her throb, clench, and squirm atop his face.
Then his tongue did something that made her toes curl, and she cried out again, going upward to escape the intense pleasure, but there was no escape. She was pinioned in place, her limbs restrained, body held in place by his grip, and the suction of his mouth was relentless.
“Law!” She screamed his name, writhing against his lips, as ecstasy blossomed over her, starting in her core and unfurling along her nerve endings.
The pressure on her lower body increased as his arms tightened, holding her against his mouth, and the throbbing suction sent wave after wave of erotic bliss crashing through her.
Iris threw her head back and cried out as she rode his face, shuddering as the rapturous explosions of passion wracked her body.
The waves gentled, slowed, and she sagged against the restraints.
His hands were at her ankles, releasing them.
Before she could bring her legs together or even try to stand, they were being lifted into the air.
Iris shook her head, trying to focus again, and realized he was picking her up and putting her in position—the same position Gina had been in at the end of the show.
Their eyes met. Held.
She felt his cock pressing against the entrance of her pussy, realizing she didn’t know when he’d taken his pants off.
Thrusting forward, he pulled her toward him.
Iris moaned, clenching as his cock pushed into her, jostling with the plug in her bottom for space.
Her breasts bounced, sending another wave of pleasured pain through her nipples, especially where the protruding tips rubbed against his chest.
Heat flicked through every inch of her body, every point where they touched, setting her aflame.
Even if she’d wanted to maintain the almost disturbingly intimate eye contact, she couldn’t.
Her eyelashes fluttered closed in reaction to the sensations erupting through her.
The swollen tissues of her pussy were exquisitely sensitive in the wake of her orgasm, and the feel of his cock sliding into her, then pulling part way out before thrusting back in made her feel as if she was going through a series of rapid mini orgasms with every stroke.
Law
Sinking into Iris had felt unlike anything else.
It didn’t matter that he’d put on a condom as he always did. The rubber felt thinner than ever, her heat engulfing him. Usually, it provided more than a physical barrier, but with her, it didn’t feel like it was making any difference at all.
“Law… oh, fuck… Law!” Her body tightened around him again, her back arching as her eyelashes fluttered in passion.
Every one of his muscles tightened.
Fuck.
Just let go… for once. It’ll be fine.
There was no reason he had to maintain his iron control right now.
He wouldn’t hurt her if he let go.
So, he did.
Groaning, Law pounded into her, giving over to the sensations, giving over to the need driving him.
Iris writhed against him, her breasts bouncing, and he could feel the metal nipple clamps scrape against his chest as they moved.
Driving into her as deeply as he could, he could feel her hot cream coating his groin as she came around him, muscles clenching and squeezing his cock.
His balls tightened, body tensing as his orgasm reached the tipping point.
“Fuck.”
Bending his head, Law uttered the word in a hoarse voice, thrusting deep and burying himself inside her as his cock swelled and pulsed.
Her body throbbed around him, milking him of each jet of cum.
The pleasure was so intense, for a moment, he thought his knees might give out, and he clung to her to stay upright.
At that moment, nothing else mattered—it was just the two of them, alone in a room, with the rest of the world and all its myriad problems shut out.
It was the best moment Law had had in a long, long time.
She lifted her head, and there was nothing to stop her, not enough space between them, and he was too weak to pull away…
he didn’t want to. Their lips met, and Law stopped resisting.
He gave in. His hands squeezed her legs, holding her close as he devoured her the way he’d wanted to all night, the way he’d craved.
It was everything he’d wanted and everything he’d worked so hard to deny himself.