Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Hope really liked the fact that the former cop wasn’t so rigid. She preferred fluidity. A give and take.
She zeroed in on his ass when he went over to the closet and opened it, watching the muscles flex in his broad back as he reached for a box on the top shelf like he was her own personal porn star.
Once he pulled it out and set it on the floor, he squatted down to dig through it.
That was an interesting but eye-popping view.
He was as confident as she was when it came to his nudity. But then, he should have pride in his body. He clearly worked hard to maintain it.
“A toy box?” Her pussy twinged and she mentally rubbed her hands together. “What other goodies do you have in there?”
When he stood and turned, he clutched a black, silk-like blindfold. “May I speak freely, Mistress?”
Good lord, the simple act of him calling her that caused sparks to ignite inside her. She was looking forward to this more and more by the minute.
“Nothing too extreme since those types of toys can be found up in Heaven. This cabin doesn’t have enough storage space.”
“I haven’t been up to Heaven yet,” she murmured.
She meant to check it out but wasn’t sure if she’d be allowed.
She wasn’t a guest and was more of an independent contractor than an actual employee.
She had planned on asking Danica if it was okay since she didn’t want to do anything that might jeopardize her position at Double D, but hadn’t gotten around to it.
“You haven’t? I’ll have to give you a tour. As head of security, I can get you in anywhere.”
Well, that was an even better plan. Now that she had a potential partner to join her in one of those rooms… “I’d love to see it.”
His smile was huge when he said, “I’d love to see you in one of those rooms.”
“I heard they’re themed.”
“They are.”
“Which is your favorite?”
“Normally I’d say room four, the bondage/restraint room. However, after seeing you do yoga, I’m thinking if you’re involved, my favorite might end up being the entertainment room.”
“What’s in that room?”
“I guess you’ll find out during the tour.”
“Then I look forward to it.”
He winked at her. “You’re not the only one.”
“Put on the blindfold like a good boy.” She kept the tone of her demand more of a soft authority rather than a harsh order.
They went from playful to serious in mere seconds. He pulled the blindfold over his head and adjusted it over his eyes.
She waved a hand in front of his face. “What can you see?”
“Darkness, Mistress.”
Unlike her. She could see everything on him. “Good. Do you like praise?”
“I don’t hate it.”
“Does ‘good boy’ turn you on or off?”
“It’s not my favorite, Mistress.”
“What do you prefer?”
“I prefer whatever my mistress does.”
Well, then. “Then good boy it is.” For now.
Unless she could come up with something more appropriate.
Since she wasn’t a hardcore Domme, her BDSM knowledge wasn’t extensive.
She simply knew what she liked. And as far as she was aware, there weren’t any hard and fast rules except for safety and consent.
Sometimes she liked to be the bossy one and at other times, she liked to be bossed around. Only during sex, of course.
“Stay there,” she ordered Cam next.
“Since I can’t see, I’m not moving until my mistress moves me.”
Good point.
She circled him again, raking her nails lightly across his bare, tan skin. Not deep enough to leave marks, but enough to spur goosebumps.
“Beautiful,” she whispered as she completely took him in again. Every curve, every hard line, the heaviness of his sack, the perfectly round globes of his ass, the definition of his abs and thighs, the dark hair nestling the base of his cock and lightly decorating his long legs.
He had no tattoos other than the expertly done sleeves that filled both arms. This man had not skimped on finding a good tattoo artist. But then, he waited for decades to get them.
She eyed his erection and knew exactly how she wanted to start this evening of fun debauchery.
He sucked in an audible breath when she whispered, “I’m going to put that in my mouth.”
How could she not? It was too beautiful to ignore.
His knees wobbled slightly when she drew her hands down his body, over every ridge and valley, at the same time lowering herself to her knees at his feet.
Of course, that wasn’t the normal position for someone taking the dominant role, but she didn’t care.
Again, she didn’t hold herself to any hard and fast rules.
She captured the glistening pearl clinging to the tip of his cock on her tongue before raking her nails down his length and back up. Her nipples turned to even harder peaks at the low moan escaping him.
She scraped her nails over him again, this time following along with her tongue.
Cupping his sack, she lightly squeezed as she took his length into her mouth and her taste buds exploded from the salty precum. She’d always loved giving head, and sucking him deep made the slickness between her legs grow, causing her to squeeze her thighs together.
Doing so might have been a mistake, because now she was on the verge of coming hands-free. How was she supposed to be the one in control when she couldn’t even control her own reactions?
It was both amusing and frustrating at the same time.
Every time she swallowed as much of his length as possible, his hips jutted forward, and when she pulled back, so did he. Obviously, he wanted to pump in and out of her mouth, but managed to hold himself in check.
Good. Because she wanted to take him to the very edge before pulling him back to do it all over again. She’d wait until he relaxed and his muscles loosened before sucking him harder and faster. Once he tensed and his hips began to jump again, she slowed to almost a stop.
Almost, but not completely. Enough to make him “suffer,” but not enough to make him come.
She swore he whimpered when she did it at least four more times. While he didn’t voice any complaints, when he finally blew out a loud, frustrated breath, she knew he was at his limit.
With a last sharp tug on his balls and swirl of her tongue around the slick crown, she released him and rose to her feet. His head had fallen forward slightly and small bursts of air came from between his parted lips. His fingers were even curled tightly into his palms.
Oh yes, he’d been fighting it.
“Did you like that?” she asked before leaning in to suck on his small, dusky nipple, flicking the other with the tip of her nail at the same time.
He jerked in response. “Yes, Mistress.”
She flicked the nipple she had just sucked next and watched his abs ripple in response. “Do you want me to suck your cock some more?”
“Yes, Mistress, but…”
“But?”
“I might come,” he answered.
“You aren’t allowed to come unless I give you permission.”
“Understood, Mistress.”
“Good...” She really didn’t like the idea of calling him a “boy.” He was far from that. “Stud” might be more fitting. Although, she couldn’t confirm if he was or wasn’t one yet. Hopefully soon. “What else do you have in that toy box? May I look in it?”
“You may, Mistress.”
“Don’t move. Not one inch.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Hope went over and picked up the box, setting it on the bed so she could dig through it.
Edible lube. Cock rings. Nipple clamps.
Ooo. Yes. She pulled the clamps out and set them aside.
The anal beads made sense since he was bi. She pulled those out, too. “Do you have regular lube?”
“Yes, in my nightstand, along with condoms, Mistress.”
“Good,” she murmured, continuing to dig.
A small vibrator. Another cock ring that vibrated. A silicone glove that was textured for pleasure and most likely used for jerking off or to stimulate a man’s prostate. A silicone sleeve-ring. Also most likely used for self-pleasuring.
Damn, would she love to watch him masturbate. She felt a little trickle between her legs just from that thought alone.
Also in the box were nylon restraints for wrists and ankles, but funny enough, no real handcuffs. Something you’d think a former cop would have in his toolbox.
She also couldn’t find any impact toys like whips or paddles. No gags either.
Interesting.
She picked up the black, textured glove and slipped it onto her hand. It was a little big but she could work with it. “You said the lube and condoms are in your nightstand? Do I have permission to get those?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
She grabbed the tube of lube and set a couple of condoms aside.
Popping open the tube, she generously squirted some on the glove, concentrating on the index and middle fingers.
Once it was prepped, she went back over to where he stood and grabbed his arm with her glove-free hand.
“This way about five steps, Handsome. Now lean over, place your hands on the mattress, and spread your feet apart.”
She didn’t miss him quiver as he got into position and she stepped behind him.
She kicked off her sandals and used her own foot to encourage him to spread his legs wider. “Farther apart. Tip your ass up and out.”
Now was as good a time as any to get herself naked. She didn’t want the silicone-based lube to get on her clothes. She glanced at the lubed glove. Damn it, she should’ve thought about getting undressed first. “Stay right there. I want to get naked first.”
She pulled off the glove and set it carefully to the side before shucking her shorts and panties, then divesting herself of her crop top and bra. She slipped the glove back on and once again moved to stand behind him.
She appreciated the fact he had obeyed and hadn’t moved an inch. “Palms stay on the bed, your feet on the floor. Got it?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
She smiled. She would soon see how still he kept. She squirted a tiny bit more lube over his tight hole, enough that it glistened, then she gently pushed her gloved index finger against him, encouraging him to loosen up.
As soon as he did, she slipped one finger inside him, working the lube around. His head dropped lower and he groaned.
“Don’t move. No matter what I do.”
His answering, “Yes, Mistress,” sounded more strained this time. Maybe because she was finger fucking him as well as actively searching for his magical spot. As soon as she stroked it, a breath hissed from him.
She continued to stimulate his P-spot until his hole tightened around her and his hips twitched slightly. She pulled back, added her middle finger, and began to fuck him all over again. She didn’t want him to come, but she did want to take him to that sweet edge.
A noise rose up his throat that reminded her of a growl and he tensed, most likely to keep from thrusting his hips. A quick glance showed that his hands were no longer flat but now clutching the bedding in a death grip.
He released an audible sigh when she pulled her gloved fingers free.
She spotted the anal beads she had pulled from his toy box.
Removing the glove once again, she grabbed them.
It was a string of connected plastic balls, the smallest at around a quarter inch, the largest at the end right before the pull ring had to be about an inch. She lubed it up good.
After going back to him, she asked, “How often have you used the anal beads?”
“Here and there.”
That meant he probably used them more often than not. When she pictured him using the glove to masturbate with those beads firmly planted up his ass, more arousal trickled from her.
“I want you to keep them in while we have sex.” She doubted he’d complain about that.
“It might make me come faster, Mistress.”
“Mind over matter,” she told him.
He groaned as she slowly fed the generously lubed beads into his ass. Once they were in place, she stepped back and admired her handiwork. “Beautiful,” she murmured. She hooked a finger in the ring and tugged on the beads, then pushed them back and forth a few times.
“Fuck,” he groaned again.
“We’ll get there. Patience, my handsome stud.”
“I want to bury my face in your cunt.”
Cunt was such a crude word in everyday life, but when playing, it turned her on. The dirtier the words, the wetter she got.
“We’ll get there, too,” she told him. She gave his bare ass cheek a sharp slap. “Stand up and take a step back.”
When he immediately did as ordered, a thrill rippled through her. She took his place and sat on the edge of the bed. “Now get on your knees.”
“Here?”
“There,” she confirmed, spreading her own thighs and sliding a finger through her folds. Oh yes, she was soaked. “Now move forward until you’re between my legs.”
He shuffled forward on his knees until he was wedged between her thighs. As soon as he was, she grabbed his head and shoved his face into her sopping wet pussy. “Now eat me. Do not stop until I tell you. Understood?”
His muffled, “Yes, Mistress,” could barely be heard.
His very short beard was rough against her and added to the pleasure, but it was nothing compared to what he did with his tongue and lips.
Holy shit.
Keeping a tight grip on his head to hold him there, she struggled to keep her hips from popping off the bed.
He. Was. Gooooood.
So damn good.
He ate her like he’d never eaten anything so tasty.
By alternating sucking her clit and lightly scraping his teeth over it, she had to bite back a gasp. He flicked it with the tip of his tongue and then moaned against her pussy.
That vibration almost made her lose her tightly held control.
He pulled back just enough to ask, “May I use my fingers, Mistress?”
Oh yes, you definitely can.