His slight grin barely tipped the corners of his mouth. "I want a wild night of sex, but on my terms. I will only do what you allow, but I need you to understand my needs. If this is something you have no interest in, I'll pick up my bag," he nodded to the floor behind his chair, "and leave. I won't force my kinks on you."Kink had so many forms and she'd read about sadism and masochism, but pain during sex flat out scared her. "Do you want to hurt me?"His smile increased. "No, I have no intention of hurting you. I would like to play, and my kind of play becomes intense."She shook her head. "I can't believe we're talking about this.""Talk... communication is a must. If you say yes to trying things my way, I'll stop anything you're not okay with whenever you tell me." He continued to focus on her. "How many times do you normally orgasm when you have sex?"Oh, God, she couldn't believe he asked, and her hands came up to cover her eyes. Warm fingers took ahold of hers and lifted t
He didn't want her to know how much her reactions pleased him. Matt had dwelled on their "date" throughout the day. He could have sex with her once, walk away, and not look back, but he knew it would hurt her and somehow he knew she was destined to be in his and Stephon's lives no matter how ridiculous it sounded. At this time, throwing menage into the mix along with his other kinks would be completely over the top, so he could wait. This was a test and he needed to know she was open to trying new things. He enjoyed orgasm play more than giving pain, though Stephon needed to give and feel pain to satisfy his own kinks. Training the mind to accept pain as pleasure took a while when it was something you didn't know you wanted. If tonight didn't work out, he would know that the entire dynamic of his life wouldn't appeal to her and the thought terrified him. After his all-day mental rollercoaster ride, he decided to try, and headed to the local sex shop and bought some light toys to see ho
She held it stiffly and resisted when he pushed her hand down to her pussy."This will please me." His whisper accompanied a gentle bite to her earlobe.She shook her head back and forth. "I don't think so."Another slight tug with his teeth. "Are you saying red?"She remained quiet for a moment, but then sighed and her resistance melted.He turned on the bullet and she jumped. "Do you own a vibrator?" His fingers grazed her nipples.She responded with an indrawn breath and then answered when she let it out. "Of course.""Good girl. Do you like to use it on the outside or inside?"Her sigh of surrender was audible. "Both.""Show me," he said against her skin.She moved the bullet over her clit. His cock protested the confining pressure from his jeans, so he slowly rose from the bed and removed his clothes. Her hand stopped. "Did you take off your clothes?""Yes, but keep going, baby."Her lips formed a cute pout. "I want to see you.""Soon.""Help me.""I'm dreaming up
Giving Matt a blow job was nothing like she'd ever experienced. His low voice grew hoarse while giving instructions and offering encouragement. She was on her knees with him standing above her. She loved the change in his breathing when her saliva flowed over the silky skin of his hard cock, making an audible squishing sound. She felt absolute power in the knowledge that she could fulfill his fantasy. She increased the tempo and loved how his orders became less focused when he gave into the feelings of her mouth on his cock. At last, he grabbed the sides of her head, stilling her movement and began thrusting deeper while giving her broken, guttural instructions to relax her throat muscles. Saliva dripped down her chin, and at one point she gagged, but his harsh rhythm never stopped. With a final deep plunge, he cried out in release and a surge of cum slid down her throat, satisfying her yearning hunger to give him this ultimate pleasure.Opening his eyes, he looked down into hers. S
Matt's phone call didn't dull Stephon's jealousy, and hearing Jewel's silky laugh in the background made him crave what Matt had even more. Stephon always thought they'd find the perfect woman together, but now realized it was a stupid assumption. He'd felt Matt's unease for weeks... maybe months, and knew he'd missed Matt's signals. Matt was ready to settle down, and because Stephon didn't like change, he might lose Matt's friendship and the bond they shared with menage sex. It was unfair to Matt that he was Stephon's buffer with women. Matt would never let Stephon go too far with a submissive and it gave Stephon the ability to push without the fear of losing control.The tension behind Stephon's eyes let him know he was on the verge of one of his episodes, and if he didn't relieve some stress his fury would erupt. Giving a low sarcastic laugh, he knew the word "episode" didn't come close to describing the simmering rage that hid below the surface. A head shrink once told him he suffe
Kyle had securely bound Stephon's naked body to the St. Andrews Cross in the far corner of the play area. He had Stephon's head tipped back with a tight grip on his hair. "I'm not in the mood to play around tonight. Will that be a problem?""No, Sir.""Good. Safeword if you need to.""Yes, Sir."In all the years Matt had watched his friend take a consensual beating, he'd never heard him safeword. Twice Matt had done it for him and that's why he wanted to be around whenever an unknown worked on his friend."You good with this?" Kyle looked at him and nodded toward Stephon."No, but I've watched many times. I'll stay out of your way unless I think he's past helping himself." Matt was Stephon's safety net, though he knew his friend didn't see it that way."Has that happened before?""Yes." He liked Kyle's no-nonsense approach. "I have no intention of taking it easy on him.""That's not what he wants."Kyle stretched his shoulders and then experimentally popped the whip. It was
She waited on several regulars. Jewel had placed a steaming cup of coffee at table eight, but the liquid was beginning to grow cold and so were her nerves.He's not coming back.She shook her head, fighting tears, and made the rounds hoping she was wrong."Holding my table?" Goosebumps rose on her arms and she took a deep breath of relief before glancing over her shoulder. Matt stood with a sexy grin, admiring her ass, and causing her to blush. Just before giving him a set-down, she noticed a man standing slightly to the side of Matt. This must be Stephon and he was just-wow."Cat got your tongue?""No." Without thinking, she stuck out the tongue in question. "I didn't think you were coming."He gave a naughty grin and then tipped his head gesturing to the man beside him. "I brought a friend."She transferred the coffee carafe into her left hand and put her right one out. "Hi. I'm Jewel." A large warm palm engulfed hers. "I'm Stephon.""What would you like to drink? There's cold coffe
"I like her," Stephon said after we walked a block from the diner."I thought you might.""Why didn't you tell me about the scar?""Because I knew it wouldn't make a difference." Matt's voice was almost smug and he was unable to hide the slight grin on his lips.Stephon let Matt have the win this time. "I think it makes me like her more. I see why you find her attractive."This isn't just attraction but Matt couldn't find the right words and now was not the time. "It's more than that.""Yes, it is." Stephon said and began whistling a tune Matt hadn't heard before. They walked back to the hotel, each lost in their own thoughts.Krispin called an exhausting session of practice, so the day flew by while they rehearsed, giving them little time to discuss Jewel. They talked about their weekend schedule while they walked back to the diner that evening.Jewel came out of the kitchen, minus her apron, and walked toward the door when she saw them waiting. Matt held her hand while they m
I claimed he wasn't romantic, but Luke proved me wrong.He had something special planned for our one month wedding anniversary. I was currently strapped to a chair in the playroom, a scarf covering my eyes. Luke's hand gently moved my hair aside. Or, I thought it was Luke, but when the fingers moved up over my jaw a different scent filled me."Hi, beautiful girl," Wade said as he kissed my cheek. "I'm here to fuck you dry."An electric thrill ran over every inch of flesh on my body and I shivered."She's been a naughty girl all day. For some reason she seems to think I should have spoiled her surprise and told her you'd be joining us." Luke spoke from behind me. He reached around and pinched my nipples. "Untie her and we'll move her to a more accommodating location. You haven't seen her pretty pussy piercing."Luke loved calling it that. It usually had me laughing, but he squeezed my nipples again and I sucked in a quick breath. Wade unclipped me from the chair, leaving my wrist a
Two nights later, my dream was back. My sister watched me from the mirror. She spoke, but I couldn't understand. I made a grab for her hand as it turned to dust beneath my fingers. She swept away on the wind and I couldn't breathe."Shh, babe, breathe." It was Luke.He rolled us so I was on my back, his lips against mine, with his hand at my throat. He added pressure and I froze until he eased his fingers back. His cock entered me. He restricted my breathing again and again until I came so hard my toes curled."Tell me about Vachala," he said after rolling over so I lay on top of him.I hadn't spoken freely about my sister since she disappeared. I had told the private investigators details about our location in India when my mother sold her, but they never asked anything personal. Bittersweet thoughts of her poured into my mind. "She would run so fast she'd trip constantly. She always beat me in any race. I cried and she laughed. I think she was a demon in disguise. The only way an
I'm sure people had horrible night terrors and handled them better than I did. Saying mine aloud made them feel inconsequential. "A mirror or the reflection from water. I see me-starving, skeletal, always trying to say something. I fade to dust and I realize it isn't really me. It's Vachala." A calmness was settling over me. For years I kept this hidden. My father never knew. My mother died with me hating her, but more than that I hated my weakness. Even now I couldn't find a way to forgive myself. My mother should have chosen Vachala and left me to die. I used pain to prove I was strong. The more the better.I rolled over in Luke's arms and faced him. "I don't know why I can't breathe when I wake up. I know when I was hospitalized, I couldn't breathe. That was the last time I saw her." I could picture her so easily because whenever I looked in a mirror, she was there. "We were only babies, but that bond is unbreakable. I imagined her holding my hand for years. I could feel her soft f
I had her back in the waist belt and her hands attached in front of her when I walked her into the bathroom. I'd had everything ready. She saw what waited and stopped."Don't worry. This is only a mild cleansing, no cramping or pain. Bend over."Tears filled her eyes."Come on, girl, it looks worse than it is.""Please, Luke." She looked down at the floor and I saw a tear roll from the end of her nose."'Please, Luke' is not your safeword. Lift your leg onto the toilet seat or I'll use a different solution."She lifted her leg and I could see her knees trembling. I inserted the enema nozzle and she jerked as if the solution had hot pepper in it. Actually, I used a bit of peppermint along with a mild soap and warm water; it wouldn't hurt at all. I opened the valve. "Hold it in. I'll tell you when you can relieve yourself." Her tears turned to soft hiccups. I really thought she'd cave by now, but her stubborn brain was blocking her desire to end the humiliation. I moved her to the
Machala was asleep, her breathing deep and even. I sat down beside her and transferred our lunch to the nightstand. I moved pillows beneath her head after loosening the straps at her wrists. I went into the bathroom and soaked a washcloth in warm water. I hadn't left any cuts on the front of her body, but welts covered her. After running the cloth over each welt, I rubbed ointment into her skin.She woke up when I loosened her wrists, but waited until I finished with the ointment before speaking. "I can't do it, Luke. You're wasting your time." Her dejection came through in each soft word.I slowly removed the blindfold so she could see my eyes. She squinted into the light before her gaze settled on mine. "I love you. It's not something you walk away from. I can't watch you suffer alone. Sharing your terror may not help, but I'll be there and I'll know the worst. I've imagined so many things and each one causes me sleepless nights. You have no idea the abuse I've imagined. I only wan
The lies she lived with couldn't continue. I refused to allow her to destroy herself. She barely slept and I wasn't as stupid as the first time she stayed with me. Then, I missed the small nuances that showed how exhausted she was. That would never happen again. And now something set her off without lack of sleep involved. Some trigger that no one but she understood. I couldn't fucking help her if she wouldn't talk to me. All my frustration from months ago came rising to the surface. I imagined her as a young child being raped, beaten, or both. I couldn't stand the pictures in my head... the unknown.I wrapped rubber bands tightly around the ends of the sticks, securing them together. Machala's breasts were hanging freely over the bench, which made clamping the sticks on her nipples easy. The rubber bands applied the pressure so her nipples squeezed between the lacquered wood. When I put them on, she stopped struggling and speaking. I grabbed the sticks in the middle between her breas
I couldn't hold back the tears and he stopped moving. "No, don't, Luke. Fuck me hard, please."He did. I have no idea how much noise we made and I'm surprised the door didn't cave. He pulled my hair until I thought he would leave me bald, and when that didn't work, he rammed two fingers in my ass. No lube and it hurt but... it took me over the edge and I cried out as my body crashed. I was crying, but pulling air into my lungs."Shh," he whispered against my ear.I knew he suspected I was crazy. Hell, I was the ice queen. No panic attacks allowed for me. "I'm so sorry." My forehead rested against his chest. His cock was still inside me."You shouldn't be. Having my very own fuck bunny during practice is something I plan on growing accustomed to."He was attempting to change the mood. I shouldn't let him, but I desperately wanted to forget my near out of control disaster. We cleaned up in the bathroom. Luke took special care of my piercing. He'd explained about condoms for the firs
We woke up after seven-much later than a usual Monday morning. I could tell by her breathing that Machala was awake. "What are you thinking about, girl?" I asked into the quiet room."Hmm, touching you. I always want to touch you while you sleep." Her voice sounded drowsy and sexy."I won't stop you." There were times to be dominant and times to give your sub what she wanted. This was the latter. I expected her hands to travel my chest, arms, even ass. I saw the way she stared at me. A hungry lioness came to mind. What I didn't expect were her hands on my face.She moved up a little, using her elbow to prop herself. I closed my eyes as her soft fingers traveled across my jaw, moving to my cheeks and even along my nose."You're beautiful," she whispered.I didn't think any man alive wanted to be called beautiful. At least not until this moment. Her thumb swiped across my eyelid before her fingers went to my lips. Now they ran across the outline of my mouth and one finger slipped in
How did he do it? This man knew what my brain did not. The dull ache above my clit caused by the piercing had me craving more. It also reminded me that it wasn't just a collar that bound a submissive to their dominant. Luke piercing me was his claim and wouldn't disappear like the bruises he left after a scene.He was on the phone while I used a mirror to look between my legs. He'd actually handed it to me before he went to make his call. Fuck, I desperately needed to come again or somehow get my mind off my body's greedy cravings.I latched onto work. I had to call Danny and explain I wouldn't be at work for two weeks. Luke had removed the butt plug after our prolonged scene in the playroom. I sat on the end of my bed fully aware of my new piercing and hit Danny's name on my cell."Hello, doll. What's happening?" His anger over the newspaper article and picture was obviously gone.There were times I used my icy business voice with Danny, but this wasn't one of them. I valued his f