Chapter Five
Daisy took a deep breath, trying to adjust to being hung
from a hook in the ceiling. Her feet were barely on the ground, her body strung
out like a fiddle the man planned on playing.
He’d taken his time binding her hands together and then
easing her on the hook of his choice. He’d stared at her for long moments,
making her feel like a work of art.
She’d been so tempted to take off her mask when he’d asked
about it. To rip it off and ask him to call her Daisy and to be her Dom
forever.
And then she’d remembered.
It was better this way.
He was making her crazy. He was just standing there looking
at her.
She started to open her mouth and a brow rose above his
eyes, a serious expression that sent her subby self a stark warning.
Her butt still ached. Not in a bad way. In a kind of cool
way, but she also wasn’t some hard bottom used to getting her ass smacked for
hours. It was the kind of thing a girl worked up to. Training. She needed more
training. With him.
Nope. She wasn’t going there. She was going to use this
beautiful man and then get away with her whole heart.
And her whole ass.
“Good choice, love.” The words rumbled out of his mouth. He
was so sexy standing there in his leathers. The mask made him look slightly
sinister, and it did something for her.
It made her almost forget what she knew about him. How calm
he was, how easygoing.
Pretty much the opposite of her. The kind of man who would
want some peace in his life, who would see her as flaky and ridiculous.
“These are coming off.” He dropped to his knees but somehow
still managed to be on the same level as her very excited nipples.
All of her pink parts were singing. She was going to have to
replace the boy shorts because while the corset could be cleaned, she wasn’t
sure she could do the same for the shorts. They were soaked through after his
spanking had brought her to new heights of arousal.
He eased the shorts down her legs, his mouth so close to her
breasts. It was maddening. He was right there.
Well, he’d told her she would be frustrated. When he’d
mentioned edging, she’d gotten excited. It wasn’t something she’d tried before,
but it sounded fun.
She might have to rethink the idea.
“I’ll leave you the shoes.”
It was good because without them she would be dangling.
Still, she’d learned one lesson with him. When this man was in top space, she
should rethink her sarcastic bent. “Thank you, Sir.”
He stood, and the bastard brought her shorts right up to his
nose, breathing in the scent. “You liked your spanking.”
She was naked and bound. It was kind of everything she’d
hoped for when she’d started this journey. To trust someone enough to try
anything with him, to push all her boundaries. To take sex and her own pleasure
seriously. “Yes, I did, Sir. Far more than I thought I would.”
“You’ve never been spanked? What kind of training program
are they running here?”
The kind where her training Dom used to play with her. With
dolls and on playground equipment. Jamie Murdoch was the sweetest guy, but he
hadn’t put a lot of force behind his spankings. Which was weird since some of
the other subs talked about what a hardass he could be. “I don’t think my
training Dom thought I could handle anything rough. I like it rough.”
“You responded to it beautifully. I suspect you would like a
lot of forms of impact play. Like flogging and paddling and getting a whip
taken to your backside so you feel it all the next day.” Every word out of his
mouth was pure seduction. “If you were my submissive, I would train you all
over again. I would make sure you understood every single filthy thing I want
to do to you now that I have you wrapped in my ropes.”
She felt her nipples tighten. “I think you should show me,
Sir.”
His lips curled up in the sexiest smirk. “I think you’re
right. We should begin.”
An hour later, Daisy was absolutely certain she was going to
die. “Sir, please. Please.”
“I am pleased,” he replied, holding the vibrator in his hand
and watching as she writhed on the bench.
He’d started his torture with a damn feather. He’d run it
over her skin, leaving a trail of arousal everywhere he’d gone. He’d balanced
it with a violet wand, sparking it across her skin and making her squirm. Every
now and then he would touch the wand to her nipples, and she would bite back a
scream. Then he would lean over and lick her and she would forget to breathe.
After a while, he’d brought her off the hook and tied her to
the bench, her ass in the air and leaving her so fucking vulnerable to him.
That was when he’d brought out the cane. It had been flexible and thin, and it
had cracked over her like a revelation.
He would give her a few swats and then the man dropped to
his knees and gave her a few licks. With his tongue. On her pussy. He would
lick her until she was so close to heaven and then she would feel him move away
and the pain would flare over her skin and he would start the process all over
again.
And again.
And again.
After a while on the bench, he’d picked her up like she
weighed nothing and moved her over to the bed.
Then he’d brought out the vibrator.
“I’m very pleased, love,” Nate said, his fingers trailing
down her torso. He circled her right nipple before giving it a nasty tweak.
“You’ve taken everything I’ve given you.”
“You could give me more.” She’d been on the edge of orgasm
more times than she could count. Every time she thought she would go off, he
pulled away. Like he knew. Like he truly saw her. Like they were connected
somehow.
He flicked the body wand on, the sound making her pussy
clench. He stared at her for a moment as though memorizing the way her body
looked, how it felt to be in this moment.
Needy. Wanton. Anticipation filling her whole world.
This was what she’d needed for so long, and now that she had
it she wondered how she was ever going to live without it.
He moved in. “I want you to give me everything you have,
Dee. I want all of it, and then tell me I can have you.”
Again, not a question, but as much as she would get from a
top like him. “Please, Sir. Please have me.”
She wanted his cock more than she wanted her next breath,
but beyond that she wanted connection to this man. Being here with him
fulfilled so damn many of her fantasies. It would have to be enough since they
only got this one night. She would dream about him for the rest of her life.
“Spread your legs wider.”
Her arms were over her head, wrists still bound, and now she
was as taut as a bowstring, every muscle waiting to go off. She spread her legs
for him and felt the sweet pang of vulnerability. She couldn’t guard herself
here. He’d told her the mask was helping her to play a role, but he didn’t
understand how much of her secret self was here in this bed with him, a piece
of herself she’d never shared with anyone else.
She worried she might never be able to share this part
again.
Daisy felt the first hum of the vibrator, and it was all she
needed. He’d been priming her for this for what felt like hours. All the sweet
torture he’d lavished on her body prepped her for an orgasm like none she’d had
before. It rolled over her, making her gasp and writhe on the bed as he stroked
her clit again and again.
Then he tossed the vibe aside, and she watched as he shoved
his leathers down and his cock sprang free. His cock was built to size. Nate
Carter was six foot seven and massive and his cock was huge. She wanted to
stroke him, to play with that monster cock and make him crazy, but her hands
were tied, and it looked like her Sir was done playing.
He rolled a condom on and stepped between her legs. Then he
slowly reached up and took off his mask, revealing his handsome, rugged face.
“Dee, my name is Nathan. I want you to know I don’t have any intention of
letting you leave this club.”
Before she could protest—she probably wouldn’t have in the
moment since it felt way too good to have him want her—he started to work his
cock inside.
Daisy groaned as he thrust in gentle motions, giving her
time to get used to his size. She stared up at him, wishing she could get her
arms around him, wishing they could stay in this moment forever. They were too
far apart. He was standing at the edge of the bed, tilting her hips for easier
access, but she wanted him closer.
It was the sacrifice she would have to make to have this
memory because even in the moment she knew she wouldn’t be taking off her mask.
She needed it too much.
“You feel so fucking good.” His eyes closed as he started to
fuck her, holding her hips and finding a rhythm that had her panting all over
again.
She’d thought the clitoral stimulation had been incredible,
but this was more. He stroked inside her, waking up something that had been
sleeping all her life.
Lust. Connection. Satisfaction.
When he went over the edge, she went right there with him.
Nate fell forward but caught himself with one hand. He
stayed there for a moment, big chest heaving as he struggled to come down. She
could still feel his cock inside her. If he was on top of her, would she feel
his heart beating? Would hers synch up with his because they were so in the
moment together?
She’d had sex, but it had been nothing like this. Nothing.
Sometimes her friends called her Pandora because chaos
seemed to follow her, but now she understood. She’d opened the box, and nothing
would be the same again.
Nate took a long breath and stood, gently easing himself out
of her. “Stay there, love. I’ll be right back.”
He moved away, and she heard the door to the bathroom open.
What had she done? It started to crash in on her. She’d had
this monumental moment with a man who was close to her family and who she had
to pray never found out it had been her.
She’d followed her instincts, and they’d led her to fucking
up once again.
Except it was something only she had to know about. She’d