21. Adrian
It had been a long week or two since the first face to face meeting with Karma. Normally, I didn’t scene with the same submissives consecutively because it borrowed trouble I had neither the time nor desire for. A shiver pierced my cool and collected frame as memories of a particular one came rushing back. There was no rhyme or reason to be thinking of Blair Carter at this point in time, but the memory of the late brunette wouldn’t leave me.
It was a lot like that of my sister, although it made perfect sense to be constantly reminded of her because we shared more than familial blood between us. Aria had been my twin, and as such, her face was mine. The only difference in our eyes was the emotions they contained. While my sister had been the eternal optimist, I had never actually exhibited any brightness in my own. I didn’t always carry the same sort of darkness in them that I did today, but there had always been something sinister lurking in the depths.
“When you look at me like that, it is as if you are somewhere else, Sir. Please let me know what I can do to reach you.”
Blair’s voice cut into my thoughts about my own sister, and I scowled slightly as I awaited Karma’s arrival. I needed to rid her from my head, like I had done from my life, and soon. In a few minutes, I would be with another submissive and thinking about the ghost of one would be doing a big disservice to us both. Keeping that in mind, I forced the slate clean, freeing every ounce of anticipation from it in the process.
My phone buzzed suddenly in my pocket, and I knew it was the driver letting me know that he had arrived. Karma was a very fetching sight in black, but remembering her amongst the pastels in the lingerie shop that night, those shades suited her much better. Besides, she was not a masochist like many of the others I had scened with over the years. I had no doubt that she would one day get there, that time hadn’t yet arrived so the muted shades of light and bright were better.
The large oak door swung open which brought me back to the present once more. As I had done the first night, I waited for her to enter. This time, she at least had an idea of what to expect, so she was more observant than she had been then. While I could sense her nervousness, that small scent of fear was like a pheromone drawing me ever closer to her.
I normally emerged from the darkness but as she looked to her left where we came eye to eye with one another the first time, I approached her from the right. My footsteps had to have given me away because she turned at the last second, then clutched her chest gently.
“You have to stop sneaking up on me. You nearly scared me to death.”
I didn’t apologize as any considerate male would do. Instead, I smirked, then leaned in close. “You can, and will, experience death multiple times tonight, Karma.” Her eyes widened. “After all, an orgasm is often referred to as the “little death” and I don’t intend to let you out of my grasp until I have made you shatter like glass.”
She smiled, although the fear I had detected earlier was even more prevalent on her now. I wrapped one arm around her, then pointed to the hallway. She needed no instruction on what I wanted, and the two of us headed in that direction. It wasn’t long before we reached our destination which I had previously set up with everything I needed for tonight’s scene.
A scene. It all sounded very clinical, and in a way, it was. At least for me. While I got primal pleasure from sexual gratification, it was still very transactional. I never saw any submissive outside of Lotus, or away from Olympus, and it had been that way forever. I needed the physical relief I got from orgasming, but because of my demons, I required it done in a way that was controlled. I didn’t just want it, but I needed it. Tonight, I would have that and more.
I opened the door, then waited for her to pass by me before entering the space myself. Directly in the center, I had an “A-frame” which was basically a piece of dungeon furniture built in the shape of the letter for which it was aptly named. In just a few minutes, I would have her restrained vertically, bound at the ankles of her spread legs, and she would have her hands bound together at the uppermost point of the structure.
For now, though.... “Lose the jacket and present yourself to me properly.”
“Yes, Sir,” she quickly answered, and I noticed the lack of haste which didn’t include the type of urgency I wanted.
“Is there a problem?”
Her wide eyes got even larger before she quickly shook her head. I watched as her hands hastily unknotted the belt, then fell to the floor. My dick swelled behind the zipper of my pants as the soft pink lingerie I had handpicked for her was finally revealed. I loved the sheerness of the material, especially since it hid absolutely nothing from my roving eyes.
After she dropped to her knees, she presented herself to me. I only needed to lower my own gaze to take in the slight swell of her heaving breasts. The woman at the boutique had assured me that no matter the size of one’s breasts, the push up material would enhance them more, and she hadn’t been lying.
There was a slight sheen of sweat already forming on her skin. It made my mouth water to taste her, and I would in due time. I not only wanted to sample her essence, but I wanted to taste parts of her that no one else had.
“You’re already so damned beautiful, and I suspect you would be even more so when sticky from more than just sweat. One of these nights, I’m going to make you bleed, then lick the drops as they drip from your damp flesh.’
She went rigid at that, and I let out a dry chuckle. Karma might consider it harmless posturing, but others before her would prove her wrong. I loved marking a submissive, and I did so whenever possible. The masochists I was used to would beg for the type of pain only I could deliver.
“You will too,” I murmured.
“I will what?”
My smirk grew wider. “One of these nights, you will beg me to cut you... to break you... to destroy you... and I will be more than happy to oblige. For now...” I let my voice trail off momentarily before adding, “For now, let’s get you up on the A-frame.”
After she took my extended hand, I relished the feel of her shakiness as I positioned her back to the leather, then cuffed in her ankles. I grabbed a nearby pair of handcuffs and restrained her hands together. I then attached it to the hook at the top of the frame, before standing back to appraise her.
Her entire body was trembling, and I loved the outward reactions. Karma’s responsiveness was a thing of beauty, and so natural. Starting at her face, I slowly dragged my gaze lower. Her breasts were sitting high, although that would be until I removed the bra which I planned to do shortly. Continuing my perusal, I continued lower, then I bit back my groan as my eyes centered in on her panties. Directly in the center, I couldn’t help but see the wet patch, and I knew exactly what it was from.
“Being bound at my mercy makes you wet, yes?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“It makes me hard, too. Just look what you do to me, Karma.” The sound of my zipper lowering was amplified in the enclosed space, and it sounded a lot louder than it would somewhere else. I undid the button to my pants as well, before kicking off my shoes, then pants. “So fucking hard,” I reiterated.
Her small tongue darted out, and I wanted to feel it on my cock, but I had other ideas for tonight. While I enjoyed a blow job as much as the next man, it wasn’t something I dabbled in much. While fully able to control a submissive during an act, it still felt like a lack of control. It was safer for all of us for me to only indulge in it sporadically.
God, what I wouldn’t give right now to fuck your sweet mouth.
Remembering my earlier plan, I abruptly stepped back. My eyes moved away from the submissive, to the table nearby. I had a few items on it, and to not delay the scene any longer, I forged forward.
Her scarce clothing was a barrier, and while the top presented no real issue, her panties did. I tended to keep extra on hand for times like this when I was so eager to tie her up that I forgot the basics. If she was more experienced, she might assume my preoccupation had something to do with my desire for her. She would have no idea it was simply my planning.
I started with her bra, and while it was a front clasp, it would hang off of her arms unless I released the clip of the strap. Once I did, the pastel scrap of fabric floated to the floor beneath her. It now only left her thong, and while it would be easy enough to just tear it from her, I grabbed one of tonight’s toys and decided to use it to rid her of the offending material.
“What is your safe word?”
“Lug Nut,” she said, and I realized it was the same one from before.
I shook my head, then brought the Wartenberg wheel to her inner thigh. I barely pressed into her skin, and her breath was already hitching in her throat. I lightly rolled it a few inches higher, reveling in the heaviness of her breathing. When I applied a bit more pressure as I brought it back down, her breaths became more of a panting.
“Just relax, Karma. You have your safety and caution words. Use them if you must.”
When she didn’t, I smirked once more, rolled it back up her inner thigh, then back down again, repeating it several times until she moaned slightly. Her skin was sun-kissed, but it wasn’t so dark to have to make me work overtime to see my marks on it. The pink blossoming at the surface of her toned thighs made me want to go higher, so I did.
When I reached the small lace band of her thong, I pulled it away from her body and slipped the wheel underneath it. Rolling it across her hip as I had her thigh made me get even harder. The overwhelming urge to tear the material from her, then bury my head between her thighs was strong, but my will was stronger, and I resisted.
I continued my ministrations before eventually using the sharp spikes to puncture the fabric enough to tear it. The tattered scraps were then torn from her and tossed to the floor beside the other clothing she had entered Lotus with.
“I’m going to mark every inch of you tonight,” I warned, and she shuddered involuntarily.
I knelt down and after setting the small pinwheel aside, I removed the nude heels, then I brought the wheel under one of her feet. The binds were holding her ankles in place, but she still tried to jerk away from the sharp spikes. I held it firmly, doubling down, then applied more pressure when I reached her heel. A keening wail escaped from her, but I kept on, moving from one foot to the another, then back again. Only this time, I started on top of her foot before going higher. Up one leg, then down the other, I didn’t stop until I had her sweating profusely.
There were a few drops of blood from where I had either pressed a bit too hard, or she had flinched and caused the spikes to dig deeper into her skin. I was almost envious of the damn toy as I wanted to sink deep inside of her. I would tonight. I hadn’t the first time, but I would make up for that twofold this evening. Ignoring her pussy which she subconsciously pushed toward me, I went higher, drawing the toy over her flat stomach, then up and around each breast.
I purposely nicked one of her nipples, and her cry of pain spurred me on. Running the spikes over and over the taut bud, I finally replaced it with my mouth when a couple drops of her blood bloomed to the surface. It was coppery to taste, and I laved my tongue over and over it until the bleeding had stopped. I repeated the same actions on the other, then tossed the wheel aside as my hand wrapped around her throat.
Our eyes met, and when they did, I saw something inside of them that shouldn’t be there. While there was both pain and pleasure reflecting off the pools of chocolate, there was an uncertainty there as well. My gaze searched hers for a few more seconds before I pulled back.
“Do you need to use a caution word?” I hadn’t thought I had gone too far, but she was new to my brand of play, and any if I was being honest with myself. While inwardly berating myself for possibly taking things too far, too soon, I finally pushed those worries away. Karma shook her head, and my eyes narrowed. “What is it, then?”
“Why didn’t you have sex with me the first time? Do you not find me desirable?”
I laughed out loud, and this time, her eyes were the ones to narrow. It was preposterous to even consider that I wasn’t attracted to her. She was evidently taking my sarcasm the wrong way, so I cleared my throat before deciding how to explain things.
“I have found you desirable and intriguing since our very first conversation, and that was before I ever even laid eyes on you. I wanted to fuck you then, and I still do. My cock is like a rod of iron right now, and only splitting you wide open will help it.” I returned my hand to her throat, then continued. “Tonight, I’m going to do exactly that. Once I’m inside of you, I’m going to touch you in places you never knew could be touched... fuck you in places you never knew could be fucked.”
To show her how serious I was, I leaned in and seized her lips with mine the moment I slipped one hand between her thighs. Going straight for my mark, I inserted three fingers into her, then started to assault the one spot guaranteed to make her come.